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Mr. Okoro glanced absent mindedly through the document that his secretary had earlier brought to him. For the better part of the morning he had been trying hard to concentrate on the business at hand, the recent discovery about his daughter and the current cold war existing between he and his wife plagued his mind all morning.
The issue of Angela’s pregnancy brought a new twist to the whole father and daughter feud. And apart from the fact that he couldn’t bare the shame of knowing that his daughter would not do a normal wedding where all the traditional marriage rites would be fulfilled and he could not call his kinsmen to come drink the wine brought by his in-laws, there was the fact that she more likely was pregnant for that Hausa boy he had warned her to stay away from.

Now where would he start from in exonerating himself? It was the tradition of his people and was tenable amongst his mates. Countless times had he gone to drink the wine of their daughters, then why should his be different? As it stands, he was simply fed up with his daughter. Not only was she a stripper – for he had never accepted the fact that she was a singer- but was now pregnant for a Hausa nonentity. And not only did that threaten whatever political ambitions he had nurtured in his homeland, but also showed that he had ended up a failure and vicious history was repeating itself.

And although his decision to send her way was impulsive and a sudden reaction to the impact of the message and his wife’s insensible defense of her crime, he was considering bending a little on the issue especially as she was - or pretended to be - amnesiac. She was his daughter after all.

The sound of the telephone that connected him with the important staff of his General Contracting Company rang just then, taking his attention off the document that had started to sink in and causing his dark fine aging face to twist in anger and irritation.

“What is it Stella, is it not too early for visitors?” he barked on picking the phone.

“Am sorry sir but this gentleman here says…”

“Look I don’t care, just tell him I don’t want to see anybody, (Will that cause an argument?” He interrupted.

“But sir, he said his name his Smooth and that you’re expecting him” The secretary explained

At the mention of the name, silence took over from the other end.

” …and he refused to leave Sir and I’ve been…” she continued, hoping that the strange, tall and fair man with an unusual appearance would not cause trouble for her with her boss this morning.

“Did you say his name’s Smooth?”

“Yes sir, and he…”

“Just send him in.” Chief cut in impatiently.

“Okay sir” she said but the line had already gone dead.

Immediately Chief Okoro dropped the telephone, he felt his insides turn sour like he’d just swallowed bile. He knew who Smooth was no doubt about that, and knew nothing good would amount from his unexpected visit. The last time they had met here had left him at the losing end, leaving him annoyingly angry and afraid and had made him ignore his daughter, choosing – or rather threatened – to lay off their relationship by the same man who’d ended up getting her pregnant. And right now, he was ambivalent to know why the same devil had come calling.

The door flew open then, leaving him with no room to sort out his feeling as Kamal walked in, dressed in an ash coloured polo on a blue denim jeans with matching Nike canvas that gave him the look of a model than a man exuding fear on others. He wore a dark shade and his face held no smile as he reached Chief Okoro’s desk then he pushed the dark shades up to rest on his clean shaven head, his face void of expression.

Chief Okoro on his part looked calm, sizing up the intruder even though it was a disguise on how he really felt inside.

“I guess a good morning should suffice here” Kamal said calmly.

“And what is good about the morning?” Chief scowled.

“Nothing… So am going to cut the chase.” Kamal replied then sat down on a chair directly facing Chief Okoro. “I hear you want to send your daughter away, and I’ve come to tell you not to do that because that will only jeopardize her life and complicate issues” he spoke immediately.

Chief did not reply him; he just stared, his face displaying anger, amazement and unbelief in unbridled successions.

“And what do you have to say about that?” Kamal prompted

“please just leave my office young man, I have nothing to say to you” Chief replied and went for the document he had been perusing before the call, however, Kamal’s hand on the document halted him and both eyes met then, one filled with determination and ferocity and another trying to fight the anger building up within.

“I envisioned that I would meet with resistance, but I hoped for your good it wouldn’t materialize, so chief this isn’t meant to prolong, just do as I say…” Kamal was saying

“…or what!” chief cut in angrily, stressing this with a loud bang on his desk. “…what will happen if I don’t keep that prostitute of a daughter with me? You will expose me to the world or take that flimsy document to the police or what? Now look here young man, don’t think that I’m afraid of you, and most importantly don’t think that I am your mate, mu na gi abugi ogbo e na nu? Even If my daughter chooses to disrespect me, I won’t take it from you at all…”

“will you calm down old man?” Kamal interrupted.

“I won’t! Why should you think that you both can always play me like a child? First it was for me to stay away from your relationship, which I did! And now that you’ve gotten her pregnant, you want to push the responsibility of your bas.tard child to me, it will never work, this was what you both wanted, and now you will have it. Prepare wherever it is you have for her because come this week she is leaving my house, and you can do nothing about it” Chief replied. He was now standing and fuming in anger.

He had not been aware however that the pregnancy bit had thrown Kamal a little off for a while there, but he had recovered fast. The new side to Chief Okoro whom he had few months ago easily subdued was surprising to him.

“in short get out of my office before I call the security on you” chief barked, pointing his hand at the door

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you” Kamal said calmly.

“Or what will you do? Look I’m ready to fight you till wherever this time around, and if you don’t leave, I will call the police on you for good!” chief said and made for his phone, resolving to make good his threat.

“Now don’t try anything stup.id old man” kamal said, his own anger starting to also build up.

“Then you should leave” Chief replied, the phone still placed on his ear.

“don’t make me do anything silly, just sit down and let’s just have a decent conversation” Kamal barked.

“Get out of my company…Security please come right away…” he was speaking to the phone when Kamal angrily snatched the phone away from him and cut the call.

“you are only complicating matters here dumbass old man, you know I could just waste you here and walk right through with nothing freaking happening, so just calm yourself down and let’s work through this! We both know that I have something to keep you…” Kamal was shouting angrily before the door came open halting his speech as in walked BJay and Stella the secretary.

“Dad what is going on here?” BJay asked as he walked towards his dad who had already turned around his table set to meet the ‘divine intervention’ God had sent.

“Stella go and call the guards quickly” he barked. Immediately the plump secretary ran out.

“what is going on here and who is this man?” Bjay asked looking from one to the other in confusion.

Kamal calmly dropped the phone he had snatched; drew down his shades before turning to look at both father and son then without saying another word, he left the office even as Bjay defiantly sized him up all the way to the door. Then turning back to his father he asked: “what exactly…”

“Just call your mother and tell her to start preparing your sister things because today she is leaving my house, if a child says his mother would not sleep, he too will know no peace” His father barked and went back to his seat, his Native garb hugging the air as if in mock victory. Bjay stood there a while, but seeing that his father would not divulge more, he took his leave.

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“How can I be pregnant, I don’t understand?” Angela said in grief and confusion, looking intently at Rose seated by her side on the bed.

Mrs. Okoro had enlisted Rose’s help in breaking the news of Angela’s pregnancy to her. Her husband had returned home that evening swearing fire and brimstone if Angela did not pack and leave his house, the problem however was that Angela wasn’t aware of her state nor of her father’s decision to send her packing and seeing that her daughter wasn’t open to her, she had to call in her best friend to break the news.

“The doctor discovered…” Rose tried to explain.

“what doctor! But I don’t feel pregnant, I can’t be pregnant, how is that possible” Angela cut in hysterically.

“please calm down, we are only just knowing ourselves…nobody expected that you were…”

“Then that’s just it, I am not! I don’t know any man, mum I don’t understand” Angela cried and looked towards her mum who was sitting on the only chair in her room. With the mention of her name, Mrs. Okoro sprang to her feet and went to seat beside her daughter, instantly Angela shifted away from Rose and moved closer to her mother like she would bring a different report.

“Angela please take it easy, we understand that you don’t remember anything, but it’s the truth and we can’t be lying to you” she consoled, but Angela would have none of it. She stood up from their midst and walked some distance away. For the first time, she instinctively ran her hands over her stomach like feeling it would help debunk or confirm their claim. But she felt nothing.

“I just can’t believe this” she whispered more to herself.

An impenetrable silence descended on the room then as no one spoke, each to his thought.

“you must know who I’m pregnant for then?” Angela asked all of a sudden with a calmness that surprised the others, melting the ice perceivable in the room but no one replied her, instead they both tried to evade her gaze.

“well…who am I pregnant for?” she asked a bit louder now.

“that’s the problem, I can’t really say who it was…err…you went off for a week with some guy and…well I don’t actually know the guy…but you are…” Rose tried to explain

“how can you not know? You know everything about me right! Mum?”

The mum looked up pleadingly at her, her face portraying her ignorance to the answer too “you never brought him home Angela” she explained.

“really? Was I a loose girl? Did I sleep around? Rosemary you should…”

“you are more than a loose girl, you’re nothing but a prostitute and that thing you have in your stomach is leaving together with you. This is not an orphanage home, and I don’t train basta.rds…” that was Chief Okoro barking. He had busted into her room surprisingly and was now dangling his hands accusingly at the frightened and retreating Angela as he spoke.

“…I hope your mother has made that clear to you because I don’t see you parking your things yet. I don’t care that you don’t remember who you are, all I care is that before Saturday this week you are leaving my house…”

“Chief please calm down, how can you be this wicked to your own…” Mrs. Okoro challenged. The surprise entrance of her husband had caught her unawares, but she had quickly regained herself and was now standing between father and daughter.

“get out of my way Ann! If you choose to leave with her, I wouldn’t hold you back, and if you still value this marriage, then do as I say and get her things ready or else…” He shouted at his wife, eyed Angela coldly and started walking out of the room only for him to stop and turn back, pointing menacingly at all of them. “Since you all think you can ride and sit on me like am no more a man in my own house, I will show you that Badmus can never be intimidated…” he beat his chest vigorously to emphasize this. “so pack her things because she’s leaving my house” he completed and stormed out.

Soon as he left, Mrs. Okoro left the shaken Angela to go sit on the bed. She realized now that Angela was as good as gone as there was nothing she could about it. When chief made up his mind like this, there was no changing it.

Rose stood to go comfort the crying Angela and then led her to go sit on the bed even as she lamented.

“That was my father? Why does he hate me so, what did I do to him?” she cried.

“Maybe I should take her to stay with me instead” Rose said to her mum, ignoring Angela’s question.

“That can’t be possible anymore, her father won’t allow that” she replied.

“I don’t want to go anywhere, this is the only place I know, you are the only people I know, I don’t want to go anywhere” Angela lamented, the tears breaking her voice and flooding her face.

Rose pulled her closer to herself; she too was on the brink of tears. If anything, she understood perfectly why her father had come out so sternly on her. Angela and her father had always fought over everything. She had warned and advised and implored Angela to be more respectful and loving towards her dad, Oluchi and in fact everyone. But of course she had felt too important and conceited to lower herself and beg or to bother caring about people’s feelings. Now look where that had ended her.
She felt pity for her friend, especially as she didn’t know what to do to help her situation; she hadn’t even met the guy that was supposedly responsible for the pregnancy. And if indeed Angela were to leave this house, the chance of them ever seeing again could be slim. She therefore dreaded the future that awaited her friend who had finally learnt to be better a person when it was too late.

Chapter three
Angela smiled as she walked down the steps leading directly into the parlor. Having been locked in her room for the past few days, she welcomed the breath of fresh air that the outside ‘world’ offered with open arms. She felt happy and satisfied like someone gradually unraveling a difficult puzzle, and that puzzle had been her life.

She had spent the better part of the night before going through her musical archives, and could proudly say that she loved what she uncovered. She loved that she had actually had a vibrant life before the memory loss, then there was the feeling of unease that had fled her, knowing that she wasn’t amongst enemies after all. And even though, a tiny part of her wished she had actually pursued the dreams of becoming a lawyer, she was glad that the alternative had come out just fine.

She was dressed in a green faded extra large T-shirt and a mini jean skirt on pink bunny slippers that gave her a heavenly-floating feeling. Then her extra long Brazilian hair extension, neatly brushed and left flowing backwards gave her a look like an Indian actress. Angela hummed contentedly to a song that had surprisingly not left her subconscious since she heard it yesterday even though she couldn’t remember the lyrics.
When she reached the parlour, she saw Oluchi seated cross legged, deeply concentrated in a textbook she was holding and very oblivious to her entrance. Angela could tell that she hadn’t seen her face before but with the slight semblance she noticed she had with her, she concluded that she was family.

“Hello” she said, smiling.

That had caught Oluchi’s attention and instinctively she shut close the book she’d been reading, uncrossed her legs and sat up straight, not daring to look up at her sister. A mixed feeling of fear, nervousness and anxiety borne out of remembrance than character instantly descended on her.

Her sister had always elicited such feelings from her.

“I said hello” Angela repeated, her face still cast in a charming smile.

“Hi” Oluchi replied in a tiny voice, her hands f.ondling helplessly with her skirt.

“So are we related?” Angela continued, oblivious to her sister’s discomfort.

“Huh” she replied still not looking up

“Are we…”

“Yeah…we are…you…you…are my sister” she stammered.

“Cool! And a pretty sister I have too” Angie commented

The compliment caused Oluchi to quickly glance up at her sister because it felt so unreal coming from Angela. Not when her sister had always labeled her as a spoilt and pampered girl that clung unto her dad like he were her life. And if they ever did have a discussion – something that occurred on rare occasions when Angela remembered that someone like her existed in her warped world – she had always been at the receiving end of her scolding that she’d even come to the conclusion that Angela hated her even though she dotted on her and sometimes wished they could become closer.

“So what book were you reading?” Angela asked still towering above her.

“An English Textbook” she replied in that same tiny and unsure voice.

“Cool, means you’re still in school”

Oluchi nodded and fondled the more with her black, knee-length pleated skirt.

Angela’s gaze then momentarily wandered around the tastefully furnished parlour of the Okoro’s. It was the family Parlour and the larger of the two parlour that occupied the down floor. It had an adjoining dining room to the left which led to the only kitchen in the ‘Main House’. To the right was a mini parlour, barely visible by outsiders and used to entertain Mr. Okoro’s personal visitors.
The family parlour contained white foreign settee closely knitted together to form a U-shape and creating a center where a large glassy table reflected the black and shiny tiles laid on the floor. Flanking the wall directly opposite the only black settee was the equipped home theatre with a large plasma Television that made the room look more like a cinema than a home.

Angela however, was fascinated with the picture frames that hung conspicuously on the white painted wall. The frames contained pictures of all her family posing individually and then collectively. She however searched frantically for an image of herself but found none, not in the inindividual frames nor the collectively. Immediately the wind knocked off her sail and the giddy feeling she’d had all morning was instantly replaced by confusion and disappointment.

“could you please come?” she beckoned to the still sitting Oluchi. “Why am I not in these pictures?” she asked even before Oluchi came close.
Slowly, Oluchi rose and cautiously picked her steps to where Angela stood, endeavoring to put some distance between them.

“Why am I not in this pictures? This is…mum and…you…and I guess dad and then maybe these are my brothers or something. But I can’t find myself.” She completed and turned towards her. Her congenial expression lost.

Oluchi recognized the mood swing and instinctively the feelings of fear and nervousness took over. She didn’t speak, didn’t want to say anything that might get Angela angry and warrant another bout of tongue lashing towards her. But the truth was that she hardly knew why Angela hadn’t made it for the photo shoot even though she knew that her dad had sent their mum to convince her to meet the family at the studio. She had however gathered from side talks and dinner-table conversations that Angela had called everyone’s bluff; labeling the photo shoot as another act of outdated family bonding tradition she wouldn’t be a part of.

“Angela says she has better thing to do than to come smile for an out-dated family album” she vividly recalled her mother saying over dinner that same day. But she couldn’t possibly tell her that now, could she?

“Did something come up for me that day?” Angela prompted.

“I don’t know” Oluchi replied, not daring to look at her

“But you took the pictures too, how can you not know? Where could I have been to miss a family picture and why don’t you want to tell me?” Angela asked, her voice tethering between anger and fright.

Oluchi’s mood turned sullen then, half expecting her sister to attempt to hit her or at best go into her expertise of yelling and condemning her, blaming her for things she didn’t do. Angela also noticed her changed in mood and suddenly felt sorry for raising her voice at her sister who possibly didn’t know why she had not been around.

“Oh am so sorry for shouting at you” she apologized and moved closer to where she stood, embracing her before Oluchi could make a run for it. Tensed and very surprised, Oluchi’s hand lay stiff by her sides till when the embrace ended and managed to smile back at Angela when she smiled at her.

“Am sorry okay? I will ask Rose when next I see her, so don’t worry”

Oluchi only nodded and allowed Angela lead her back to where her book lay. Angela couldn’t explain why she felt somewhat guilty around her, but above that was a strong feeling to protect. She noticed that she was just a little less than her in height, was dark complexioned and had a lean frame like her friend, Rose. She could also tell that she was quite young and had an innocence that piqued at something vague somewhere in her memory, what it was, she couldn’t tell, but was determined to get to know about her and maybe relive whatever memories they had shared.

“You didn’t tell me your name” she said

“Oluchi” she replied, her tone gaining more boldness.

“Nice name” she said and they both smiled. “Where is your room?”

“Up there”

“Oh…but you don’t come to visit me, why?”

Oluchi shrugged and smile shyly.

“Promise me you will later on?”

“I promise”

“Good girl”

“I want to start going for my lesson” Oluchi said picking up her books.

“which?”

“WAEC…am taking my WAEC this year” Oluchi beamed excitedly.

Angela hardly knew what that meant but didn’t probe further. “It’s a nice thing I guess?”

“Yes”

“but You’d see me when you come back?”

“yes!” she said and slung her bag at her back, waved at her sister and then started for the door, her black pleated skirt slightly raised to expose her long straight legs complemented by a white trainers that matched her white fitting top. Her dark unbraided hair was parked back and enamored with fancy pins giving her the look of a teenager.

“…will you help me plan for my birthday coming up next week?” Oluchi stopped and asked half way to the door. It was surprising how this new Angela made her ask for what she couldn’t dare asking in her wildest dreams and it felt like a dream come true when Angela replied in the affirmative.

“Really!” she screamed

“Sure, I would love to” Angela replied smiling, her sister’s exuberance gave her unexplainable satisfaction. “How old will you be then?”

“Sixteen! I will buy ice cream when coming back and we will talk about it in your room okay? Bye for now!” she concluded and bounced out happily.

Angela laughed loudly for the first time since she’d return, this was another reason to be happy for the family she had, she thought as she deliberately refused to look at the picture frame again but made her way through the door where Oluchi had just passed to go explore whatever awaited outside.

candy: Ok. Any link to the regular updater poll?

it's this same thread but it will run in the last week of this month.

@sirduke, the link is this same thread but you can't vote for sammy, he has won before and is not eligible for voting. Thank you.

@obinnua, Mynd, when will you sticky the thread on the moth board. The complaints thread has no use there, why don't you replace it with this one?

usmanspihn: Aunty princesa, sammy hoe should bear me witness that before the nairaland saga, I was a frequent reader and 'commenter' on his stories but truth be told, after that issue, I totally lost interest in nairaland generally. I am sure I am speaking other reader's mind by saying this. Maybe if I gather courage to start reading stories, I could have the conscience to vote accordingly!!!!

I understand and I do hope you'd get back the interest soon and come vote

@sammyhoe. Only the mods have the power to stick the thread on the mother board. Its in their power

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hmm...its too early in the night for pipe dreams

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that's easy. I simply took a stroll out.

Unibenstudent: You what's up

the stars and the sky.

@candy. The decision is from the sponsor and was put in place to give everyone a chance at winning.

The regular updater of the month however can be won as many times as possible. Please understand, thank you.

Whoa! People are just lifting my hitherto fallen spirit up this evening. Thank you very much Sammyhoe.

Honestly, the turn-out of readers and writers here disappoints me making it seem like I'm posting and begging for people to vote every month. And trust me, I was getting fed up and feeling discouraged about it all, but thank you sammy for doing this, it means a lot.

so people nominations have officially kicked of for this month. Thank you as you comply.

Kaycee7: Who knows d whereabouts of Princesa?

who else would know of her whereabouts except princesa herself. What's up?

Thank you Kathy. We appreciate.

waistaa: Princesa plz do u have a blog so I can follow d story frm there?

I do have a blog but its ineffective and No, the story is not there.

Vivygift
I'm sorry for not tagging you. Welcome oh

Nicely done.

@sexysapphire, Maishot and toycathy, losprince and everyone else. Thank you all, you're the reason why I'm even posting and writing. Will tag and inform you guyz when I post the chapter we stopped in.

losprince: thanks for chapter 2, when is chapter 3 coming out

today I should think.

'whoa! Do you know am just truly seeing the circus of a place I call my room' Angela said, still staring around.

'A circus? Surprising you should say that when you single handedly laid the designs. 'The star lounge' you called it” Rose replied.

'Really?'

'yeah' She replied. She too was scanning the room like it was her first time in, when in truth, she was the only one allowed authorized entry into the room. She had not raised an eye over its elaborate design the first time she was invited in, this was because she had had a pre-experience on how Angela preferred her living spaces designed. So it was really a shocker that the ‘new’ Angela had finally called a spade a spade.

'It's so elaborate and...and artificial' she said and faced her friend. 'well you did say I sing? But Honestly, I don't feel a connection to that part of me'

'Okay. I think there are some mix tapes somewhere' Rose said, stood up and walked towards the home theatre with Angela following behind. 'Maybe if you heard yourself sing...or...the personal recordings you did, you'd even see yourself singing' She knelt and started flipping through the collection of CDs while Angela crouched above her. Minutes later the door opened and Angela's mum walked in, their attention turned to her.

'Hello' she said and stood, venturing no further.

Rose noticed that she looked somewhat pale with dark circles under her eyes. She was also still wearing her nightie but with a wrapper tied across.

'Goodmorning ma' she greeted, albeit surprised because she'd expected the house to normally be empty by now with just the gate man and the Steward home.

'Morning…How are you Angela?' Mrs Okoro replied.

'fine' Angela replied crisply, her face suddenly losing its former animated colour.

'she's your mum' Rose tried to explain when she noticed her friends uneasiness. An uncomfortable silence however preceded her effort.

'well, Can I see you then?' Mrs Okoro said, breaking the unease that had suddenly fallen on everyone. She could sense Angela's fear and coldness towards her.

'me?' Rose asked.

'yes'

'sure' she said and rose up. 'Do keep looking, there are somewhere here. The DVD set shouldn't be hard to use. I will be with you shortly okay?' she said to Angela.

Angela only nodded in response and knelt down to continue where her friend left off while Rose quickly put on her blazer suit then followed Mrs Okoro outside.

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'you know, I don't actually know your name?' Mrs Okoro said as she sat on one of the settee in the parlor.

'It’s Rosemary ma' Rose replied taking her seat also.

'I see my daughter has taken to you easily?'

'yes, she says she feels a connection through our photographs'

'oh' Mrs Okoro said, trying to suppress the hurt that that had caused her. 'well my family thinks you're one of the bad influences in her life too” she remarked, wanting to hurt her in return.

'I...I...I' Rose stuttered, her face flushed.

'I’m sorry...I didn't mean to unsettle you' Mrs Okoro said sincerely, remorseful for here earlier impulse. 'I know Angela is not one to be influenced, she has a mind of her own, but her father thinks otherwise' she added, trying to win back Rose's confidence.

Rose smiled shyly, not in any way relaxed, not when she was actually having a chat with her friend's mum. Something she'd never done since Angela’s family relocated to Lagos and she had had the chance to finally meet them – some of them by the way.

'So, how well do you know my daughter?' She asked, taking on a serious mood.

'We’ve been friends since school' Rose replied, unconsciously sitting up straight like she was before a panel.

'University?'

'yes ma'

'You should know about her relationship with men then?'

'err...' What was the woman getting at? She thought cautiously.

'I need you to be very honest with me Rose' Ann implored.

'well...the truth is that she doesn't really fancy men or...'

'I told you no lies! Do not hide anything from me. Since you're the only one she has a 'connection' with, I’m sure you should know everything about her...something I finally realize I never even did. So Rose don't try to cover up for her!' Mrs Okoro said, her voice suddenly picking up a notch, rising rhythmically to reflect her emotions.

'I’m not lieing ma. Angela doesn't have a serious relationship with any man I know. She's far too obsessed with herself to even care...' Rose tried to explain, getting a little peeved herself.

'Then what if I tell you she's pregnant' Mrs Okoro cut in.

A heavy silence took precedence upon her revelation. Rose searched the older woman's face for any sign that revealed that she was just joking and trying to get a reaction that would help her conclude with whatever games she was presently playing with her, but she found none.

Instead, the older woman looked dead serious. Anger, grief and embarrassment playing across her fine aging face. However, that didn't stop Rose from scoffing in total amazement. Angela being pregnant was the biggest joke of the year! She thought.

'I don't believe that ma' she replied calmly.

'But you should. Chief did not let me rest last night. The doctor had told him that she was a month or so gone, and I..I don't know what to believe anymore, I was hoping you could even explain to me'

“Are they sure about this?'

'what kind of a stu.pid question is that? Why should they both be lying? Why should the doctor? They are not blinded by her folly like me. Isn't she trying to play us all here? Maybe this was the reason she faked her kidnap and then pretended she doesn't know us again. Is there something you're not telling me, I'm asking again? Or did you plan this with her? What is she up to? What games is she trying to play here? I just don't understand anymore! Why should Angela betray me so? Just tell me...' Mrs Okoro voice trailed off as she gave in to tears.

Rose stared at her speechless. She was as shocked in the matter as she was.

'…why did Angela betray my trust this way? Her father now laughs at me for defending her all this while, Where did I go wrong? All I ever wanted was her happiness, she told me she just wanted to sing and I blindly supported her, I never knew she would go around sleeping with men and bring shame on me...'

'isn’t there a mistake somewhere?'

'...like a cheap prostitute, all I wanted was for her to be happy, that she would find someone to turn to in this family. That she would finally get married and have a good home of her own. But now she's pregnant and I don't know why or who...' Mrs Okoro continued like Rose hadn't said a word.

'please take it easy Ma' Rose tried again to calm the lamenting woman.

'why should I take it easy? In case you don’t know, her father has decided her fate. He says she can't stay in his house and bear a basta.rd child, and when Chief makes decisions as this, they are final.' Mrs Okoro paused and sighed deeply. She was feeling worn out and trying to gather her wits. ”Did you know about this?' Mrs Okoro asked minutes later as she wiped her tears with the edge of her wrapper.

'I sincerely don't know'

'where do you live?'

'huh?' Rose asked startled. What that had got to do with the situation at hand, she wondered.

'Her father has made up his mind to send her away to the man that he thinks got her pregnant and I was thinking maybe she could stay with you instead before'

'I...' Rose voice trailed off. She didn't know what to say. Angie never liked the room and parlor she shared with her elder brother nor the dingy neighbourhood it was situated in. Her brother didn’t like their relationship either; he'd always branded Angie a spoilt rich kid who was only out to deceive his sister and he’d never supported her singing stint either, he believed Angie was the one pushing her against him, so even if Angie accepted to come to live with her, her brother would never accept her. She was sure of that.

'Do you know the man responsible?' Mrs Okoro asked all of a sudden, not realizing the uncomfortable disposition her previous question had rendered Rose.

'No…I have no idea who' Rose replied, finally finding her voice. And it was the truth since Angela's recent love interest was part of the reason they had fought. She had just up and travelled out with the mystery man only for her to return and pick offences with the band and her when she was queried.

'Chief said he came here a week ago But I didn't see him' She continued.

Rose said nothing.

'well…it’s alright you can go back to her. I’m tired of fighting with Chief over her issue, I think I’m just going to let him do whatever he wants...Angela has never needed or appreciated my help, so why should I kill myself for her?' She concluded tiredly without a glance Rose's way.

Rose took it as her cue to leave. And so, she slowly rose up and picked hesitant steps up the stairs to Angie's room. To say that the news hadn't shocked and overwhelmed her would be to lie. The Angela she knew would never allow herself get pregnant. Being an insufferable narcissist, she wouldn't let a hair on her head drop if she could help it, therefore getting all bulged up in pregnancy didn't measure up to the picture perfect image of a star that she was creating. Not if it wouldn’t aid the cause. No man had ever reached her standards unless he had a fat bank account she could explore, or could offer a tangible contribution towards her musical dreams. The only things that had ever mattered to her were her Fitness, Make-up and singing and dancing classes. Family and babies didn't even come near to the Angela she knew.

Another problem here was that she didn’t even know who was responsible since Angela had recently gone wild; keeping multiple dates with a bunch of influential guys she'd met during their last major gig at a senator son's birthday bash. “Tickets to stardom” she remembered now how she had succinctly labeled them when she had grown so concerned to ask. The final straw had been when she had eventually taken off to - God knows where - with one of them. Now see where all that had landed her.

The other thing wrong with Angela apart from her pride and arrogance was her determination, impulsive tendencies and stubbornness to have things done her way, problem was that it always led her into bigger troubles; her father wasn’t one to toil with. The little she’d heard of the man was enough to make her believe so. And if her mum could decide to let things be, what could she possible do? She thought. Now standing by her Angie’s room, she paused briefly to compose herself before opening the door. There she found her dancing and singing along to a song playing on the Television.

'Hey! I’m finally getting a hang of this thing!' Angela said excitedly as soon as Rose walked in, though she didn't stop dancing.

Rose forced a smile and then made her way to the bed where she slumped down.

'I also think I’m getting a connection to that part of me you said sings...My life must have been very interesting. Wu hu!' she added, screaming excitedly.

'You don't know how much' Rose muttered quietly to herself while her gaze slid to Angela's stomach that was presently winding in harmony to her dance movements. Even with her amnesia, Rose observed, Angie hadn't loss her knack for fine dancing. It was nice to see her smiling naturally without that 'conceited' aura she previously exuded, she thought it refreshing even she couldn’t shake off the strong feeling that everything was about to change for the worse for her amnesiac friend.
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End of chapter 2.

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All attention in the living room of the Okoro's was concentrated at the family Doctor as he explained Angela's condition to them. It was the next day after she'd woken up with memory loss. The doctor had arrived soon after Ann’s call the day before and had recommended for to be taken to the hospital for proper check up. And so amidst Ann’s threat and pleadings, Chief had reluctantly accepted but with a condition that she didn’t spend more than needed there. After all said and done, she was brought back in the morning and was presently asleep upstairs in her room.

'...I also believe that the wound on her forehead has something to do with her condition, the X-ray conducted revealed its depth…not what you call a normal wound…but it's not critical so there's no need to worry there. And like I said earlier on, she was medically cared for wherever she's coming from. It could have been worst, but we thank God it wasn’t” The doctor explained.

'You also said something about a sedative, right?' BJay, the eldest son and first child of the family asked. He's dark in complexion man in his late Twenties, towering on a 6ft height with looks and features more like his father. The semblance probably the reason why he was called BJay - a shortened form of Badmus Junior and a name that he was popularly called.

'yes, that too cannot be ruled out. We found traces of the sedative still in her system. It was probably the reason why she relapsed that long and gone into a semi coma, but I believe she’s fine' The doctor replied.

'Doctor, is there a drug that will help her remember?' Mrs Okoro asked this time around.

'Unfortunately no. The only ‘drugs’… so to speak, that she needs now is to be among family and friends, familiar environments helps amnesiac patients, something or someone might trigger her memory'

'how long will this take?' BJay asked.

'That I can't say precisely. Although I’m guessing it’s a partial amnesia so the chances of her getting back her memory pretty soon is positive, she just needs all the love and attention from all of you. Maybe the memories with her family might be the first to return before…'

BJay scoffed just then, a bit audibly too, cutting the Doctor’s speech and making the attention of everyone in the parlour turn his way.

'well don't all look at me that way. Angela doesn't have that much memory with us. If anything, I'd suggest we take her wherever it is out there that she goes to always, because honestly, I don't see her getting her memory back in this house' Bjay defended.

'that's interesting' cut in the doctor. He turned to Chief now as if expecting further clarification.

'That’s not true! How can you speak so about your sister?' Mrs okoro asked angrily, her eyes pointing daggers at BJay.

'Am only suggesting a better solution for her' Bjay replied flatly with a shrug.

'Then keep that kind of solution to yourself, anuofia!' she shot back.

'Nwayi, nwere ya nwayo! (Woman, take it easy!) At the mention of Angela, your blood pressure goes up! O so ya ki muru? (is she the only one you gave birth to?)' Chief Okoro intervened, knowing that his wife could easily over-heat the situation. Her loyal devotion to Angela was the only cog in the wheel of their marriage and that always infuriated him.

'Chief biko rapum aka! (Please let me be!) I will not be surprised if you decide to also do as he said and send her out of the house” Ann replied.

'Is he not saying the truth? Doesn't your daughter's life revolve outside of this house?'

'Oh, she is now my daughter alone!' an enraged Mrs Okoro shot.

'It’s not hard for everyone to see' BJ commented dryly more to himself than to others.

'what did you just say?' Mrs Okoro turned on him.

'I said nothing mum' he replied in that same tone.

'but i heard you...'

'leave him alone woman! why do you always jump to Angela's defense' Chief queried, his anger gradually rising too.

'and why shouldn't I? Everyone one of you would rather she died for good, is she the only problem child to ever come out of a family that you just want her to die?' she turned on her husband.

'You’re saying nonsense woman!'

'am I? Just few days ago, you refused your daughter proper medical care, tell me what else remains for her if not death?' Mrs Okoro's voice had risen now.

'I said it! I just knew it! This has been eating you up since! Go on! Speak it out! Tell everyone that her father wants to kill…'

BJ sighed and turned his face away from his bickering parent to find Oluchi seated a distance away from the commotion. Her mood sulky and her face pained, like she would cry anytime soon. He pitied her, knowing she was only a teenage girl seeking for love and attention from her family, but getting none.

But then again, the way his mother so protected Angela infuriated him also. She'd always found a way to support her actions and make up excuses for how terrible she treated others. His mind flashed back to the day he'd returned from school to find out that she had been permanently expelled from her own school - a private university in which she had recently being admitted. He'd known right then that the tiny bond between them had fully been severed because the girl he'd met was not the quiet and reserved girl that dotted on her elder brother. In her place had been a stranger solely out to inflict pain on anyone unlucky enough to be her family.

An attitude that grew totally worse when they moved to Lagos from Abuja and she had abandoned Law school to pursue her 'musical calling'. Nobody had supported that move, their father had fought constantly with her over it, but that hadn't mattered or stopped her. She was headstrong and stuck to her decision regardless ready to fight anyone who dared opposed or advised her. And so over the years, he'd grown to stop caring too, had found a way to totally ignore her, and wasn't presently ready to see her through her amnesia saga - something that could well be a ploy, knowing Angela for all the antics she had up her sleeves.

A loud throaty sound from the Doctor just then broke the commotion between husband and wife and brought everyone back to the issue at hand. He was stunned at the extent to which a simple suggestion could polarize a family in seconds, he felt awkward and sought to take his leave. But the fact was, he hadn't even given them the major news. But with the way things had just played up now, he doubted if they would receive the news calmly seeing how her name had caused heated sparks and family rift in a flash. And so, he resolved to save that part for later, his better judgment taking over his medical obligations.

'Well, I think I’m done here and should be on my way now' He said to the mortified faces that now stared at him.

'Eze I’m sorry about...' the flustered chief tried to explain.

'No…No it’s okay, I should understand this kind of thing' he said rising up.

'let me see you off then ' Chief offered.

'Badmus, please don't bother, you all should stay and resolve this issue with your family...' he paused briefly and scanned the faces raised up at him before he continued: 'you know what? Please come with me outside, I want a word with you”. Better they trash out the whole issue at once, Doctor Eze thought as he made for the exit.

'sure' chief replied, secretly glad to be out of the burning house he had helped ignite. And so they headed out.

Mrs Okoro hissed loudly at their retreating figure, stood up and bounded off the stairs to Angela's room, hauling incomprehensible insult at no one in particular. BJay however turned to the already whimpering Oluchi and called on her to come sit by him. She gladly stood up to go sit at her brother’s side, happy that someone finally realized that she was hurting too.


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Rose pushed open the door to Angie's room to find her smiling over some stack of photographs she was perusing. she was dressed in a white blazer on a black tank top that stuck tightly to her trouser jean. It fitted her perfectly but did little to accentuate her slender figure. she had never really considered herself pretty enough, never saw herself as able to measure up in beauty with Angela, but that didn't mean she was among the girls who felt threatened by her extraordinary looks. If anything, knowing that she stood on the same 5.7 with her gave her an extra boost and ease, something other girls back then in school couldn't and translated into envy and rivalry that never ceased because Angie was ever ready to fuel the 'cold war'.

But with her, she was different. They complemented each other in a symbiotic-like friendship; she provided the check and-sometimes- restraining force to Angie's excesses, while Angie helped with morale and financial support whenever she could. And even though people had wondered why the most popular girl on campus then would choose to stick with a 'low life' when classy girls fell over themselves to befriend her, Angie never cared and never for once undervalued their friendship.

Angela raised her face from the stack of photographs when she noticed her presence; she stood up and walked towards her surprising her with a warm embrace that lasted a while. When she let go, her face curved beautifully into a smile.

'Hi friend' she said. She was putting on a green T.shirt on a short jean.

' what was that for?' Rose asked with a startled expression. Today was a Wednesday, three days after she'd woken up with a memory loss.

'I don't know, I felt like doing that because It feels like I've known you all my life' Angela replied still smiling.

'I don't understand'

'let’s say, you're just the only thing that makes sense to me right now'

'Angie...you're back? You remember me?' Rose asked a bit excitedly.

'Well Yes!...I mean no...I don't actually remember you, but I feel this connection like I've know you all my life. We… you and I, are all over those pictures!' she pointed at the bed '...and I'm sure we were best friends' Angela explained, her pretty face glowing still, like an excited child.

'oh' Rose replied, trying to mask her disappointment.

'yeah! And you've got a lot of explaining to do!' she giggled and pulled her towards the bed. 'you don't know how it feels to finally be able to piece a part of my life' she added as she picked up the photographs.

Rose sat and unbuttoned her blazer, her eyes still on her friend; it was so amazing and strange seeing this carefree side of Angie, it was way better than the confused and frightened girl of days ago.

'yes! lets start with this! Where was this taken?' Angela asked, shoving a photograph at her.

A smile slowly curled on Rose lips. 'This was taken on Cultural Day back in Gwags'

'Gwags?'

'University of Abuja, Gwagalada, it’s where we graduated from.'

'oh, sounds nice' She giggled. 'We look so young here'

'yeah we were' Rose replied, her voice sounding a bit dreamy.

'but you're still this skinny' Angie said and nudged her playfully. 'more prettier though'

Pretty? She thought otherwise but smiled nonetheless. 'And your beauty hasn't faded' she said.

'you think?' Angela asked doubtfully, peering at her reflection in the large mirror that directly faced the bed, her hands feeling the wound on her forehead.

“yes” Rose replied, her brows slightly raised in surprise. Angela wasn't one to be doubtful of her looks, not when she had never failed to rub it off on everyone. This was first, something had really happened to her friend, she thought.

'Thank you' Angie replied smiling again. '…and this one? She continued.

'That?...that was a class excursion to the Federal High Court, Abuja' she explained.

'Court? Whoa! So we are like lawyers now?'

'uhm...we're not'

'why' Angie asked, suddenly feeling disappointed.

'We've not being called to Bar'

'Bar…hmm…and why is that?' She didn’t remember what being called to bar meant, but guess it had to be why they weren’t lawyers yet.

'err...' Rose faltered. How would she explain to her now that she had forego law school to develop her singing abilities or that she had detested reading law in the first place, still had outstanding issues and hadn't been cleared to enter into any Law school?

'what is wrong? Did i fail or something?'Angela queried.

'No. I’m the one who failed Bar exam'

'oh...and me?'

'you...you didn't write it, you chose to sing instead'

'sing? I sing?' Angela asked, her face twisted in disgust and alarm.

'yeah, it’s your passion. So don't look like that. It’s the only thing you’re good at...Okay, look around this room, what does it reveal to you?'

'I...' Angela's voice trailed off as she scrutinized her room like it was her first time inside.

Her room is one of the biggest among the rolls of room upstairs. She had chosen it mainly because it was secluded, being the only room at the left wing of the house and its door opened few steps away from the staircase that led directly into the parlor downstairs, a position which meant less chance of bumping into her family and afforded her a vantage position of monitoring who came and left the house so that she could avoid them still. 'Them' here more or less meant her father, he too had often threatened to relocate her to a vacant room close to his, but that had stayed on a threat level much to her happiness.

Inside the said room looked like something adapted from a Disney studio. Large and looming wallpapers of female Pop stars adorned every part of the wall. On the ceiling were pasted constellation of stars and on the wardrobe were scattered stickers of foreign and local musicians.

The large mirror opposite the bed served dancing and make up purposes, and a distance away was the home theatre with a rich collection of musical albums and CDs, two amplified speakers stood boldly on each sides, flanked by a Television and DVD player set. Not forgetting the collection of assorted make-up on the mirror stand or the array of designer clothings that adorned her wardrobe. The Elliptical - her workout machine occupied a priced position and was a special morning beauty routine. When it came to boosting and maintaining her physical looks or grooming and growing her musical passion, Angela never spared any cost. So was her earnest desire to become a superstar.

Chapter 2.
Mrs Ann Okoro, Angela’s mum, was seated at the only chair in Angela's room with her hands folded across her bosom. She stared with a troubled heart at her daughter who had refused to steer back to consciousness four days after she was brought in. A little distance away was Angela's friend, a dark complexioned female, sitting on the bed where she lay and gently stroking her arm while peering intently at the Drip hanging on a stand close by, trickling through the pipe into her left hand.

'Ma, I really think she needs to see a doctor' she said, turning around to face Mrs. Okoro.

'My daughter, I don't know why her father is proving so stubborn' she replied, her voice sounding like one in the verge of tears, like she had been crying all the while she had sat there.

'Its okay ma, please don't work yourself up' Angela’s friend consoled.

'but I don't know what else to do, since Friday she has been like this. The Doctor wants us to bring her in for proper check up, but her father...her father...chief… I don’t know the kind of excuses he’s giving about keeping her safe. I think it’s because of…” A pause and a sniff, “but how can he still be angry at Angela, even in this condition? I just can't under...' she trailed off, unable to continue as the tears threatened to spill.

'Maybe he has a reason...'

'what stu.pid reason does he have? Just tell me the stu.pid reason Badmus has for this!' she cut in sharply. Few minutes later, her earlier resolve to keep calm before her daughter’s closest friend broke as she melted into fresh tears.

Angela's friend stared confusedly at the older woman as she whimpered, not knowing the right thing to say or how awkward it would seem if she went over to console her. They weren’t that much of acquaintance and Oluchi was the only family of Angie's that she was close to. Yet, overcome with pity for the woman whose features Angie had duly inherited, she let go of her inhibitions and strolled over to where she sat, placed a hand on her arm in a form of pseudo-comfort. Given the situation, it was the best she could offer. The older woman had not seemed to mind anyways; instead she subconsciously grew closer to seep from the little ray of comfort the younger lady offered.

'Since Friday, Angela has been like that' Mrs Okoro said and sniffed minutes later. She was much calmer now and glad for the sincere comfort, especially since none of her family seemed to take Angie's case serious. Gabriel had gone back to school, Oluchi went for her W.A.E.C extra class and Chief Okoro had left for work with their eldest son. She wasn’t bothered about her boutique in Lagos Island, neither had it cross her mind all morning. Even though the Doctor's report had been optimistic and reassuring, it hadn't allayed her fears or made her less worried, she didn’t think all could be fine; it would be, only when her daughter could actually speak to her. And to make that possible, she reasoned, she had to find a way to make Chief see reasons, but if he was still adamant, then defiling his orders was the next plan of attack. The new thought process made her agitate her folded hands like a woman preparing for a fight. Her previous sober state replaced by anger and defiance while her mind plotted on how best to defile her husband's order.

Angela's friend left her when she noticed the mood change and went to seat at the foot of the bed. She too had given in to her ruminations and was now feeling remorse over when her friend's predicament had come to her knowledge.

Just yesterday, she had called Oluchi to find out why Angela's phone had not been going through; there she had learnt of Angela's kidnap and her miraculous reappearance. So, hearing her mum repeat that Angela had been back since Friday made her feel worse for letting her anger over their fight consume her, but it was not as worse as knowing that she might not have a chance to apologize anytime soon. Then there was the fact of how certainly angry Angie would be if she woke up and learnt the truth- that her best friend had not even been aware that she had been kidnapped. Sighing dejectedly, she looked towards the motionless form of Angela and then back to her angry and worked up mother, hoping that she too would not start asking questions about her absence.

So caught up in their thoughts were there that they didn't notice Angela's left fingers move slightly or see when her left hand slowly rose and dropped. Her body soon caught on with a slow stir while her eyes fluttered open - thinly at first as she tried to adjust her retina to the light, then wider, glancing with fear and confusion at the room. It was only when she tried to speak, moving her whole body in the process that the duo realized that they were not actually alone, immediately they shot to her side like lightning.

'come ma, she’s awake!' Her friend said excitedly when she reached her side.

'yes, she is! My Chi be praised. How are you feeling?' her mum asked happily as she sat by her side and felt her temple.

Angela face however held confusion as she tried to sit up.

'No no no, don't try to stand, you’re still weak' her friend said, gently pushing her down.

'I...I want to stand' Angela protested weakly '...and I..I want water'

'water? Go get water!' Mrs Okor said, not wanting to leave her daughter’s side.

'yes yes' her friend replied and rushed out.

'Angela, it’s me, your mother, are you feeling better? Does your head hurt' she asked with a worried tone, noticing the alarmed and confused look on her daughter's face as she stared around the room.

'here's the water' Her friend returned then wielding a glass. “she has to sit up to drink it' she added as she set the cup down on a bedside stool.

“help me lift her up” Mrs Okoro said standing up. Then together, they propped Angela against the wall, positioning the drip-stand closer and stuffing the pillow at her back for comfort.

'so how are you feeling now?' her friend asked, collecting the cup from her after she had drank, her eyes carefully sizing them both. “need another?” she asked.

Angela shook her head, the effort causing her headache, and made her hold her head, while her face contorted in pain and disorientation.

'Does your head hurt? We should call the Doctor ma' Angela's friend said.

'We should, my phone is in my room, stay with her let me get it' her mum agreed and made to rise.

'But who are you people?' Angela asked just then putting everybody off balance.

'what do you mean' her mum asked looking dazed as she sat back on the bed.

'Angie…are you alright?' her friend asked perplexed.

'who is Angie and...and who are you people?' Angela asked, her eyes betraying fright.

Both women exchanged confused glances.

'Okay, stop this if it’s a joke, you're freaking your mum out, what do you mean by who we are?' her friend blurted.

'I swear I don't know you people!' she cried still, tiny sweat breaking on her face.

'Chimo! What is wrong with her?' Mrs Okoro asked looking from one to the other.

'honestly I don't know” her friend replied.

'There was a man, and...and a house...but not this one...it's blue...where is he? And...and please where am I? What do you people want from me? I don't know what I did, just let me go...' Angela continued hysterically.

'Please go and call the Doctor!' her friend called, now convinced that something was amidst with her friend.

'On my way' her mum said and rushed out.

After her mum left, She took a deep breath and said: 'Okay Angie, your mum is out, if this is some ploy, trust me, I won’t spill, so quit acting the drama because you're getting me scared here...' she climbed up the bed as she spoke and cautiously made her way to where Angela sat propped up against the wall. '...am sorry about our fight, but you were over the board with your arrogance, breaking up with the band just like that? I mean what were you even thinking? And then you called me bitter and jealous. Rose, jealous? So I think I have every right to be angry at you. But...but I had no idea you were kidnapped, the crew also did not know, nobody did. You know I would have come since if I knew, so please whatever the...'

Angela's ear piercing scream cut her off and sent her scurrying away from the bed in fright and confusion; she collided backwards with the mirror stand casing Angela's collection of makeup scatter on the floor. She had screamed because she had tried to touch her.

'Don't come near me, don't you dare come near me' Angela cried in fright, looking around for a means of escape, she was now sweating profusely.

Standing shocked against the mirror, her heart raced rapidly in panic, fear and unbelief as she watched her best friend look so uncharacteristically scared and confused, her mind telling her to not believe her ploy but to keep pushing through.

'How can you not remember me Angie? This is Rose...Rosemary, your best friend since university...' she said pointing at herself. '...and this is your room, your house. We are both singers, but you're the better singer, the lead singer in our band, some say you even sing like her, she's your role model...' she said pointing at a Beyonce wallpaper hanging conspicuously at a side of the wall. “...We sing at DiscoArena every weekend, remember? Don't you also remember Josh, Chris, TeeJay, Amaka...'

'I don't know any of them, and I don't know you! Stop explaining those things to me! Just let me go' Angela cried. The more Rose tried to piece her life together, the more she felt lost, trapped and out of place. She sincerely didn’t know her or what she was talking about. 'I don't know you, please' she added, feeling like a trapped bird desperately seeking freedom.

'what happened here?' Mrs Okoro who entered just then asked, looking from Angela to the scattered items on the floor and back to Rose propped against the mirror desk.

Rose shrugged, not trusting her voice to speak but the look she gave the older woman somehow confirmed her worst fears. “she truly doesn't remember?' she asked in a shaken voice, turning her gaze to her daughter who was staring at her like she was some sort of alien or enemy.

'No she doesn't' Rose replied seconds later, her voice betraying how shaken and confused she was.

zyzxx: just like am reading ur dairy, dis awesome

Thank you. And err... Diary entries stays in diaryland

LarrySun: A part of you sometimes scares me; maybe it's the literary part. My post is now being threatened by yours.

oh come off it, the sky is big enough for a million and one stars

LarrySun: And Lady Macbeth arrives!

funny you. What's with the Macbeth title?

It was the last day in camp, the rebels and government had made a pact, another assignment and a BBC job offer awaits, so I had to go.

Evie however wanted otherwise. Being among the soldiers going to Liberia next week, he wanted us to build this love we'd found in Boma camp risking our lives. Still, I couldn't stay. My career was all I'd lived for, I couldn't trade it now for a chance at love.

'why are you always this hard Sophie, did you ever even liked me?' He asked.

'I did...but I can't' I reiterated hoping he'd finally understand.

But he never did.

'There's a limit to the rejection a man can take...I wish you the best'. He said with finality, kissed my cheeks and left to join the others.

This memory would hunt me for the rest of my loveless career life.

As usual, Ohis (that's ur name right?) has delivered. I knew it would be worth the read just like Magdalene was.

About the singing stuff, Just so you know, I'm a fan of guys who sing and play instrumentals...church guys that is. Hope you'd invite me for ur next praise night? Weldone.

Ohibenemma: Why are you THOUGHT so nau? I will answer you when you ANSWERS me.

me deduced so through ur posts and both story you've written

right?

ESIXLOVE: enough of this pleasantries. Princesa come and update now,
OR................

no vex biko