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baracutie:
Dis Men Are Jst Too Crazy.A Girl Who Is Barely Ten Years.Ah!Na Wao!Thumbs Up To U Shewrites.Keep It Coming Sis.Wish U More Creativity And Wisdom 2 Ur Brain.

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Mrlemuel:
For the love of God, what sort of bustards are these men?
a girl that is not yet in secondary school?
Me that said I wouldn't do underage no matter how beautiful she might be, here are old basterds wiling to pay close to a million for a kid...
Yerima's brothers, they r all alike.
mtchew, am so angry right now that I felt like punching them back to hell.
SheWrites, bring it on!

I feel ur pain

CHAPTER FOUR

Alhaji Musa stood outside the flat venting. He had his reasons for always giving out his apartments to salary earners. People without jobs tend to delay house rent payments and collecting other bills from there was always a herculean task. When it came to salary earners, there was hope that when they were paid, they would off-set their debts, but, jobless tenants on the other hand, their promises and excuses was like pouring water into a basket. He faced the door and banged his fist on it. No response. Was she sleeping? It was eight in the morning. She should be awake. He knocked again. He heard the creaking sound of the hinges of the door. He took a step back and crossed his arms against his chest.

The fair skinned woman came out in a white sleeveless tee-shirt and a wrapper tied around her chest. Her dark brown shoulder length hair was in tangles all over her face and head.

“Good morning Alhaji.”

“Don’t make me wish you a bad morning,” his stern stare sized her up.

She groaned inwardly and scratched a spot on her itchy scalp.

“How many months are you owing me?”

“Four,” she cleared her throat.

“Including the electricity, security, water and refuse bills, that is about thirty thousand naira.”

She sighed in despair, “I will pay.”

“When?” he eyed her, “There are people interested in this apartment and they are ready to give me a full year rent. I don’t deal with jobless people like you. If you know you cannot afford this kind of place, you should have gone elsewhere.”

His words stung her. She never intended to owe him. She wasn’t happy about her situation either. One of her younger sisters promised to send her some cash at the end of the month. She hoped it would be enough to clear her debts.

“Please give me some time. I am expecting some money at the end of the month.”

“Please, please, please. I am tired of your fruitless promises. I want my money.”

She shifted her weight to the door post and adjusted the loose wrapper.

His eyes fell on her busty bosom, lingered, then slid to her curvy hips and abundant backside. He licked his lips hungrily and scratched his bushy beards.

Adesua noticed his intense stare and frowned. She folded her arms across her bosom and eyed him.

“Em… em… we…. We can come to a form of arrangement,” he lifted his lustful eyes to meet her frowning ones, “I can forego at least six months’ rent, including other bills,” he licked his lips again.

She raised an eyebrow, “In return for what?”

He smiled and cleared his throat, “You are a very beautiful woman.”

It dawned on her what he wanted in return. She felt infuriated. The old pig had been lusting after her since the day she moved in.
He must have been looking for the opportunity to express his desires. She felt enraged that he was using her debts to solicit for a romp in the hay. The very thought disgusted her.

“One hour, that’s all I ask for,” he grinned at her.

She felt like spitting into his face. His suggestion irritated her beyond words. She had not been with any man since her late husband passed away. She had been asked out more often than she could count, but, she wasn’t ready to plunge into any relationship. Even if she wanted to have sexual intimacy with anyone, the old pig called her landlord was the last person she would ever want to be with.

“Alhaji, I will pay your money at the end of the month. I am not running away.”

His smiles faded, he shook his head vigorously, “I want my money this week, if not, prepare to move out!”

The seriousness in his voice alarmed her. What sort of dilemma was she in? Who was she going to ask for help? No one was ready to
assist her financially. Her sisters had been a great support to her, her parents inclusive. At times, she didn’t feel like calling upon them. But, there was no one else. She looked him up and down. She found him repulsive. She could barely stand around him for less than a minute. The thought of him touching her made her feel nauseous. What was she going to do now? If she moved out, she had nowhere else to go except her father’s house. She didn’t want to go back to Benin.

“Just give me one hour and your debts will be cleared instantly,” he smiled at her.

She swallowed hard. She was owing four months’ rent. He was willing to forego two months extra if she slept with him. Maybe just this once. She could endure him for a few minutes. She closed her eyes and opened them. She mustn’t allow herself to get into such situation ever again.

“Fifteen minutes…”

He sighed with relief. He had been hoping that she wouldn’t turn the offer down. He had imagined eating her up countless times. He had been praying for the opportunity to accomplish his desires.

“No, no. I want to enjoy every part of you. Thirty minutes.”

She hissed and eyed him, “Twenty minutes, and that’s final.”

“Okay, you win,” he winked at her.

She hissed again. She wished she had money to pay the man. The thought of sleeping with him made the feeling of disgust crawl all over her.

“We will see in the evening.”

“No,” he began to shake his head. He didn’t trust her. “Let’s do it now!”

She looked back into the room. Her daughter was still sleeping.

Alhaji Musa pulled out his receipt booklet from his pocket. He signed the six months’ rent payment and gave it to her.

Adesua collected it and sighed heavily. He brushed past her and walked into the room. He was impressed with the way she maximized the space.

“Wake her up,” he eyed the girl on the bed, “She can wait outside till we are done.”

She stared at the receipt and scratched her scalp. She could still back out. She could tell him to get the hell out of her apartment. She could tell him a good number of things, but, she had no idea where she would come up with the money she needed to clear her debts by the end of the week.

Edua stirred and opened her eyes. She saw the landlord seated on the chair. She sat up immediately and looked around for her mother. She found her standing by the doorway, starring at a small piece of cream coloured paper.

She lifted her eyes and met her daughter’s inquisitive stare, “Go and sit outside.”

A puzzled look took over the girl’s drowsy face.

“Your mother said you should go and sit outside!” the landlord barked at the girl. His patience was beginning to run thin.

Mother and daughter eyed him. The nine-year-old got up slowly and stretched out. She climbed down from the mattress, picked up a wrapper and headed out. The Alhaji’s eyes followed her till she shut the door behind her. Her growing bosom and curvy buttocks were too ripe for her age. The girl was turning into a woman physically, regardless of her child-like mind.

Adesua locked the door and leaned against it.

The man pulled off his clothes in a hurry and jumped on the bed, “Come now, let me see what I paid for,” he patted the space beside him.

She hissed again and sauntered towards him.

xxxxxx

Alhaji Musa sat outside his flat with his friend, Mustapha Banjoko. They drank from a bottle of whisky set on a stool in front of them.

“I saw your new tenant.”

“Ah… the Edo girl.”

“Is she from Edo state?”

He nodded, “Yes.”

“She is beautiful.”

“Fair, creamy and sumptuous.”

Both men laughed.

“But, her daughter is prettier,” Mustapha whispered.

Alhaji’s eyes grew large, “I know,” he responded quietly.

“How old do you think she is?”

He drained his glass of drink, “Hmmm….” He pondered, “I think she turned ten a few weeks ago.”

“Serious?” Mustapha stared at him in disbelief.

Alhaji laughed and refilled his glass.

“She looks thirteen.”

“I know.”

“She has the body of a woman.”

“I know.”

“I have a preposition to make.”

“Go ahead.”

“I am ready to pay fifty thousand naira for at least, an hour with the girl.”

He looked back at his friend, “Have you gone mad?!”

“I am serious.”

He eyed him.

“I know that your crooked mind has been devising ways of devouring her too.”

Alhaji Musa laughed, “You know me well. The mother was paradise,” he winked at his friend.

Mustapha placed a hand on his bald head, “My goodness! You have been there.”

“Of course.”

“You old cow. I don’t know how you do it.”

“A good business man always has a way when faced with difficult situations.”

Mustapha gave a shake of head. He envied his friend.

“Don’t worry. I will talk to her.”

“If she resists, I am ready to pay double.”

“Noted,” he downed his drink.

“Can you talk to her now?”

Alhaji Musa eyed his friend, “Why are you in haste?”

“Go and talk to her. I want to know my fate before I leave here today.”

He scratched his beards and staggered to his feet, “I will be right back.”

“Thank you,” he watched his friend walk away.

Alhaji Musa found Adesua behind her apartment washing clothes.

“Pretty woman…” he leaned against the wall.

“Good evening Alhaji,” she looked at him and returned her attention to the basin of clothes in front of her. Many times, she had tried
to block the memory of her encounter with him from her mind. She wished she could erase it completely.

“My dear, I have a business transaction to discuss with you.”

She raised her head. What does he want now? If he was looking for a repeat of what happened that day, he better head to the brothel. Her body wasn’t for sale.

“A friend of mine is interested in your merchandise. He is ready to pay fifty thousand naira for an hour.”

She hissed and eyed him, “I am not interested. I am not a prostitute.”

He started to laugh.

Adesua covered her nose. The man reeked of alcohol.

“He will pay double if you agree to give him the little on for an hour.”

His request registered on her mind. She felt her brain explode with anger. She jumped to her feet and faced him.

“Now, I know that you are not just drunk, but you have gone mad too!”

He looked left then right, and turned to her, “Keep your voice down,” he whispered.

“You and your pedophile friend will rot in hell. Misfortune and calamity will continue to befall you and your household henceforth. You shall all die untimely deaths.”

Alhaji Musa backed away from the infuriated woman.

“I am warning you. Don’t make me show you the real stuff I was made of,” she pointed at him, eyes red.

He hurried away without another word.

Adesua sat back on the stool.

What sort of men are these? Give them a spoon and they will attempt to carry the whole pot. Shameless He-goats.

She hissed and resumed her chores.

Ten minutes later, a tall dark skinned man approached her. She had seen him in the compound several times with the landlord.

“Good evening madam.”

“Evening,” she looked up at him. He was about her height, five feet eight inches.

He leaned against the wall, “The mother hen will always protect her chicks.”

She looked him up and down.

“I will pay a hundred thousand naira.”

Her brows creased in a frown.”

“I am no longer asking for an hour. I need just thirty minutes with the beautiful one. I will not hurt her, I will…”

“If you don’t leave my line of sight this minute, I will empty this basin of dirty water on you,” she glared at him.

He smiled, “Relax, just think about what this money can do for you and your daughter.”

Adesua didn’t want to think. She would never agree to put her child through hell just because they needed to eat. She wasn’t one of those people who pimped out young girls to all sort of men for cash. Her daughter wasn’t a sexual object. Neither was she.

“Madam, I will pay you a hundred and fifty thousand naira,” Mustapha negotiated with her, hoping that she would succumb to his demands.

She jumped to her feet and lifted the basin.

Mustapha backed away, turned around and walked off.

Foolish man! Cursed straight from the womb!

She sat back on the stool and hissed several times. Tears began to slid from her sad eyes. If only her late husband was still alive. If only her in-laws had not been cruel to her. If only all the friends she called had supported her till she was able to stand on her feet.
If only the pastor of the church, they attended had not abandoned her.

God where are you?!

The new school session was starting in September. She had promised her daughter that she would make sure she got admitted that year, but, she didn’t know where the money would come from. Her younger sisters were already growing weary of her constant demands and her parents were still hung on the idea of her return to Benin. What was she going to do?

Her heart missed a beat when she saw the landlord and his friend walking towards her. What was wrong with these men? Why couldn’t they take a no for an answer?

“There are two other people interested in your daughter,” Alhaji Musa said calmly.

“We will all pay two hundred thousand naira each,” Mustapha added.

“That is eight hundred thousand naira, cool cash,” Alhaji Musa winked at her.

“One person per day, we will spend maximum, twenty minutes each with her,” Mustapha grinned at her.

Adesua eyed both men, “Both of you are so drunk, the alcohol has fried your brains.”

“This is a lot of money… think, be wise,” the landlord met her sad gaze.

Morning everyone. I believe your week started out well.

Update resumes today, before dinner time.

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djon78:
Nice one she writes, my favourite writer. Another thought, most of us enjoying SheWrites stories must find ways to bless her back. Let it not just be awoof. 500naira, 1k, 2k etc can go along way to appreciate this lady.

That's my own suggestions, because in this part of the world we are fund of enjoying people's talent without appreciating them.

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iamnicer:
When you read each episode and you enjoy it .

Kindly like , share and comment ,

Don't just scroll and refresh till next episode comes up

Am proud of Shewrites

Am proud of her stories

Next episode please oooo

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Wow!

Captivating ... you remind me of Ted Dekker...

wizsolzy:
life! life!! life!!!

Hmmm... life

I am impressed.

Chuks really writes well.

CHAPTER THREE

Edua sat on the long wooden bench and ate the bread and butter as if her life depended on it. She gulped down half of the content of the bottle of soft drink and continued to down her meal. Her mother was seated beside her. She had finished eating her own bread. She watched her swallow the last drop of her soft drink and place the empty bottle into the crate under the bench.

Adesua placed her head in her palms and sighed heavily. What had she gotten herself into? She and her daughter arrived in Lagos an hour before midnight. They slept in a cheap hotel close to the airport, checked out before noon and plunged into the busy city. Every single business associate she called refused to harbor them for a few days. The few friends she had made on her trips to Lagos in the past told her point blank that they couldn’t help her. One had the audacity to advise her to return to her parents. What was wrong with people? Maybe she should have remained in Abuja and sort out her late husband’s friends. She doubted if they would have helped. None of them paid her condolence visit when he passed on. Many of them avoided her. These were people her late husband had helped one time or the other.

Where was she supposed to go now? She wanted to manage the money in her accounts diligently. She needed to be wise with her spending so that they won’t suffer. She raised her head and saw a big black chalk board nailed to the wall of the shop opposite the one they were seated. She read the notice on the board. There were several apartments for rent at ridiculous prices. One got her attention. It was a self-contain apartment at sixty thousand naira a year and five thousand naira per month. It was the cheapest in the group, aside the rooms to let. She dreaded face-me, I-face-you apartments. She had never lived in one and would never try to rent one.

She saved the numbers on the board on her phone. She reasoned that it was better to rent a place to stay than to beg her non-existent friends for accommodation. She needed to enroll her daughter into Secondary School soon. The girl completed her primary school education a while back. Her late father planned to get her admitted into the school he passed out from, but now, those dreams were beyond coming to pass. Once she had rented a place, she would scan the area and search for a good and affordable secondary school for the girl. Her education must suffer because her father was dead and his family looted his wealth. She doubted if she was going to be able to forgive her late husband’s brothers.
Adesua paid the shop owner for the things they bought and signaled to her daughter. It was time to leave. The address on the chalk board was two streets away. She planned to call the numbers and hoped that the landlord or landlady and not the agent that would respond. She didn’t want to be defrauded by callous Lagos agents. They were known for their notorious acts.

xxxxxx

Alhaji Musa Sheriff eyed the fair skinned woman and her daughter. He counted the money again and wrote out a receipt for the six months’ payment that she made. He gave her the keys to the apartment and informed her that her electrical bill was a thousand naira per month, the security, sanitation and water bills were five hundred naira each per month, making a total of two thousand five hundred naira extra.
Adesua sighed heavily and brought out some money from her wallet. She counted it and gave it to him. He collected it and grinned at her.

“Welcome to the neighbourhood. My wife and I live in the three-bedroom flat behind this building. There are four self-contain apartments in this house. You are the only single mother in this compound.”

She wanted to argue and explain that she recently lost her husband, but, she held her tongue.

“There is a spinster living next to you and there are four men living in the remaining apartments. They are all bachelors.”

She nodded and wished he would just leave.

“If you look for trouble, it will find you, but, if you live in peace, it will be well with you.”

She raised an eyebrow and sized him up. He was about five feet six inches tall, dark skinned, plump, with bushy beards and an ugly looking pot belly. She noticed the way he was ogling at her and frowned. She made a mental note to avoid him.

“Thank you sir,” she forced a smile and walked past him. She used one of the keys he gave her to unlock the door and push it open.

Edua followed her mother into the apartment, drawing their bags along. She closed the door and joined her mother at the center of the small room.

Adesua grimaced as she looked around her. It was an eight by twelve feet room. If she managed the space, it might accommodate a medium size bed, a settee and a small table. It was impossible to fit a wardrobe in the room. She might ask a carpenter to nail a make-shift hanger with a flat top. They would be able to pile their bags on it and hang some of their clothes. She checked the opened kitchen and laughed. It was very small.

It was at least a tenth of her kitchen in her late husband’s house. The thought of him made her sad. She strode out and walked into the restroom. It had what looked like a poor representation of a shower, no bath-tub, but the floor was tiled. The septic tank was at a corner and a dusty sink. She turned the tap and sighed with relief when water gushed out. At least, there was water.

She backed out and closed the door. She looked at the room again. There were two large windows. It would encourage a little ventilation. She needed to buy curtains for the windows and the doorway. She looked up at the ceiling. She could either buy a standing fan or a ceiling fan. She would also need light bulbs in the room, the kitchen and the restroom. She dropped her head and placed her hands on her hips. She would forego buying an air-conditioner for now. She still needed to buy a mattress, a small refrigerator, table-top gas-cooker, a small generator, and at least a 20’ inch T.V set.

How much did she even have left? She still needed to buy foodstuff. She heaved a tired sigh. Her head ached. She glanced at her daughter and met her lovely light brown eyes. There was a sad glint in her worn-out eyes.

“Come here,” she beckoned at the girl.

Edua flew into her mother’s arms.

“It is going to be all right princess. Mummy is here. I am not going anywhere.”

She sighed with relief, “Promise?”

“I promise.”

The warmth of her mother’s reassuring arms calmed her anxiety. The change of environment had unsettled her.

“Just give me a little time baby. Even if you don’t start school this new session, I promise you that by next year, I will enroll you into a good secondary school.”

She lifted her head and met her mother’s stare, “I will be ten next year.”

“I know baby. You are young. Don’t worry, you will still meet your age-mates and other children in your class.”

“Okay mummy,” it suddenly dawned on her that she wouldn’t be seeing her friends anymore. She imagined that they would have been admitted into one school or another. She wished she could call them. She didn’t have a phone anymore. Her mother sold her phone and her iPad that morning. She claimed that they needed a lot of money to settle down. She also promised to get her a new phone.

“It is going to be all right princess,” Adesua bit at her lower lip. She wasn’t sure. She was frightened and unsettled. Living without her late husband was much more difficult than she imagined.

xxxxxx

Kikelomo watched her new neighbor as she spread her wet clothes on the lines while her daughter carried the buckets. The woman kept to herself and went everywhere with her daughter. She wondered why the little girl wasn’t enrolled into school. She had also noticed that the fair skinned single mother had an air of affluence around her. If she wasn’t mistaken, the woman was from a wealthy background. What sort of misfortune or challenges brought her to her present state?

Adesua finished spreading the clothes, leaving enough space for her neighbor who was waiting for her. Edua picked up the empty buckets and followed her mother.

“Well done,” Kikelomo addressed her.

She met the lady’s smiling dark stare, “Thank you.”

“The name is Kikelomo Sanusi.”

“Adesua Imasogie,” she smiled back at her, then turned pale. She needed to drop her married name ‘Imasogie’ and start using her maiden name ‘Ayenkegbe’.

“Welcome to our compound.”

She nodded and brushed past her.

Kikelomo dropped her bucket full of washed clothes and followed the woman and her daughter.

”Do you need a place of worship? I recommend Harvesters International Church. It is very close by.”

Adesua cringed. She was done with churches and the so called men of God. She had called the pastor of the church she and her late husband used to attend in Abuja the week he passed on. He was one of the people that disappointed and deserted her. He didn’t come for the burial ceremony. He didn’t even send a representative. Did he even care how she and her daughter fared? She and her late husband had sown hundreds of thousands of naira into the man’s church on a monthly basis for the past several years, but, it was all for nothing.

“It is a bible believing church. The pastor is anointed and I am sure that you won’t regret joining us for both the weekly and Sunday services,” Kikelomo went on, undaunted.

Adesua glanced back at her, “I am not making any promises. I will try and come for one of your services, one of these days,” she feigned a smile. She wanted the lady to leave her alone.

“Good,” she beamed in excitement, “A trial will convince you.”

She went into the apartment with her daughter and bolted the door. She heard her phone ringing. She looked around and saw it on the table beside the settee. She hurried towards it and picked it up.

“Hello…”

“Adesua…”

She recognized her father’s voice, “Daddy…”

“Adesua, how have you been?”

“I am…” she settled on the chair, “We are fine.”

“Are you still in Abuja?”

“No, we are in Lagos.”

“Lagos?! What are you doing in Lagos?”

She leaned against the seat, “Starting over.”

“Why didn’t you come to Benin? You should have come to Benin. Lagos is expensive. Who do you know in Lagos? If you were here, we can all manage together. We will all put heads together and plan the way forward.”

She placed a hand on her forehead and rubbed the throbbing spot.

“Your younger sisters are married to good men. They will assist you. When your husband was alive, you literally spoiled all of us financially.”

“Hmmm…” she closed her eyes.

“You graduated from Uniben, I believe that you can get a lecturing job or an administrative position in that place. Come home and let’s sort things out.”

“Dad, Edua and I are fine.”

“Are you working now?”

She opened her eyes, “No…”

“Is she back in school?”

She groaned inwardly, “No…”

“And you are both fine?”

“Yes, we are.”

“Those in-laws of yours, nemesis we catch up with them in Jesus name!”

“Amen!”

“Terrible people. Blood suckers! They killed their own blood and took over all that he had worked for… shameless sons of the devil.”

She shut her eyes in pain, “Dad, let’s leave the past in the past, please.”

“That your husband’s lawyer, are you sure he didn’t connive with them?”

She opened her eyes and blinked, “I don’t know.”

“God will judge all of them.”

“Amen.”

“None of them will go scot free.”

“Hmmm…” she shifted on the seat.

“Your mother is greeting you.”

“Send her my love.”

“Take care of yourself and don’t hesitate to call whenever you are in need.”

“Okay daddy. Thanks sir.”

The line went static. She dropped the phone on the table and stretched out. Edua sat on the bed and switched on the television.

“Mummy, our GOTV subscription has expired.”

“Remind me tomorrow,” she yawned.

She glanced back at her, “That was what you said three days ago.”

“Pick one, food or Disney Junior?” she returned her stare.

Edua dropped her gaze, “Food.”

“Wise choice,” she leaned against the chair and stared at the ceiling. She tried searching for a job, but, had given up after eight unprofitable
interviews. If she had enough funds, she might re-start her clothing business. She still has all her contacts. She could start small, rent a small shop somewhere in town, then grew the business from there. Who was going to give her the money she needed?

She had almost used up the money in her accounts. Her rent was almost expired and there were other bills to pay for. She had sent messages to everywhere she knew, people she thought might be able to help. A few sent her not more than five thousand naira, others made promises that they didn’t fulfill and whenever she called to remind them, they switch off their phones. The worst of them all were her husband’s friends. Most of them barred her numbers and the nasty ones insulted her. She was short of ideas. She needed help fast!

“Mummy, I am hungry.”

She turned to the girl, “Go and make indomie and eat.”

“The carton is empty.”

Adesua frowned, “I thought it remained three pieces.”

“We ate it last night.”

“We did?” she scratched her head. Her hair was a mess. It was tangled and knotted in the wrong places all over her head. It needed a re-touch.

“I think we still have rice and beans.”

She nodded. The girl was right. There was a module of beans and two or three cups of rice in the basket. It won’t last them up to a week. What was she going to do?

My favourite people.

Being out (church meeting)

Got back a while ago.

No electricity. No fuel in the gen. It's late. Can't go out to buy.

I apologize for the inconveniences.

Update resumes tomorrow. *winks*

How are you all?

Wishing you a beautiful weekend.

Update resumes today.

ftosino:
is it Edua Or her mother that is beauty (the title), cant wait to find out, mrs shewrites , cant wait for more updates.

Can't let the cat out of the bag just yet...

Read on and see...

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Am surprised that u say u weren't born a writer, but learned the skill. As far as I am concerned, you are a great writer and an inspiration to many of us *winks'

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CHAPTER TWO

The Imasogie’s gathered at a corner outside the Emergency room, speaking in hush tones. Osemudiamen placed a hand around his wife’s shoulders. She had not stopped crying since they got to the hospital. Osagie and Osaze assured her that the family doctor would soon come to see them with good news. It didn’t alleviate her fears. She was sad that something terrible had happened to her first son and his wife and child. He was the pillar of support in the family.
The Ayenkegbes sat on a long bench outside the Emergency room. They arrived forty-five minutes ago. Adesua and her daughter had been rushed into the ER. They hoped and prayed that both of them would be all right. Ojemare glanced at his in-laws from afar and hissed. He was still angry with them for the way they left his daughter back at the house. What if no one else was around?

The family doctor came out quickly and glanced around. He beckoned at Ojemare and Osemudiamen. They walked briskly to meet the doctor.

“How is my son?” Osemudiamen’s anxious gaze rested on the doctor’s stressed ones.

“How is my daughter, her child and the pregnancy?” Ojemare was eager for news.

The doctor raised a hand. They fell silent and waited for him to speak.

“Efosa was brought in here dead. There was nothing we could have done for him.”

Ojemare’s jaw dropped in shock. Osemudiamen placed both hands on his head.

“We discovered that Adesua and Edua had been poisoned.”

“Poisoned?” Ojemare repeated in disbelief. Who could have tried to harm them?

“We have been able to flush the toxic substance out of their systems, but, the twins didn’t make it.”

“Oh my God!” Ojemare placed both hands on his head.

“Adesua is recuperating, so is her daughter. You will be able to see them once they have been transferred to the ward.”

Osemudiamen walked away and returned to his family who were looking at him, eager for news.

“Thank you doctor,” Ojemare pressed his lips together.

“Stay strong sir,” the doctor patted him on the back and went back into the emergency room.

Osasu and her younger daughters rushed to his side.

“Adesua and Edua are going to be all right,” Ojemare informed them.

Osasu sighed with relief. She had been so worried.

“What about the pregnancy?” Ehinomen looked up at her father.

He swallowed hard and looked back at her, “They… they didn’t make it.”

“What?!” Osedebamen cried out.

“What about Efosa?” Osasu held her husband’s hand, dreading the news.

He sighed loudly, “He didn’t make it either.”

They all heard a shrill. They turned and saw Omoye weeping and screaming in anguish. Her husband and sons tried to hold and comfort her, but, she resisted them.

xxxxxx

Five days later, Adesua and Edua were discharged from the hospital. Her father came to pick them up. Seated at the back seat of the car with her daughter, the events of the last few days ran through her mind. It was hard to comprehend the fact that her husband was gone. Just like that. The family doctor said it was food poison. They were all poisoned. How did the poison get into their system? The last thing she took that day before they all ended up at the hospital was the wine offered by her late husband’s brothers. She remembered how her daughter pleaded to have a drink. She recollected that her mother didn’t even allow her to finish the wine in her glass. She lost her husband and her unborn twins as a result of the poison in the wine. She and her daughter almost died too, but, they survived.

Several nagging thoughts made her restless. What if her late husband’s brothers connived to wipe them out? What if they gave them poisoned wine to drink? What if her in-laws were responsible for the death of her husband? What if…? Her father’s voice brought her out of her reverie. She heard him talking about the burial ceremony. Her in-laws had returned to Edo state to prepare for the bury and she was expected to join them that weekend.

The tears that gathered in her eyes began to spill. The love of her life was going to be buried in a couple of days. How was she going to live without him? How was she supposed to raise their daughter alone? She never expected to be a widow at a young age. She was just thirty-five!

Ojemare viewed his daughter and grand-daughter through the mirror. His heart ached for them. He wished he could take their pains away. He thanked God for sparing their lives, but, he wasn’t sure how his daughter was going to cope. She got married at a very young age. Her late husband was the only man she knew and had been with for a decade. He prayed to God to give her the peace and wisdom to move on.

The death of his son-in-law remained a mystery and he had been consumed with the feeling that it wasn’t a natural death. How come it was only the couple and their daughter that got poisoned that day? After all, they all ate the same food. He believed that someone or some people were responsible for the what happened. It was possible that they wanted to wipe them all out, but God preserved the life of his daughter and grand-daughter. He prayed to God to keep them safe from any danger that might come their way again.

xxxxxx

Four weeks after the burial ceremony of her late husband, Adesua returned to Abuja with her daughter, Edua. They got down from the cab they boarded at the airport and the driver helped them to place their bags beside the big white gate. She was relieved to home. The burial period had been very depressing for her. She planned to plunge into work and divert all her attention to her thriving clothing shops. She believed it would help her not to think about her loss.

“Mum, why has the guard refused to open the gate?” Edua glanced at her mother. She was eager to go into her home, shower and stay in bed till dinner time.

“I hope he isn’t sleeping,” Adesua hit the gate again.

They heard the sound of metal. An average height brown skin muscular man in red and white uniform stepped out. Mother and daughter exchanged glances. They did not recognize him.

“Yes, can I help you?”

They were surprised that he spoke fluently. Their security guard could hardly express himself in simple English, but, he was efficient with his job.

Adesua cleared her throat, “I live here.”

The man smiled, “You must be Mrs. Adesua Imasogie.”

She smiled, thankful that he knew her name, “Yes.”

“My boss has been expecting you.”

She raised an eyebrow.

He went in and returned with a big brown envelope. “My boss bought this house and everything in it, including the cars from Mr. Osaze and Mr. Osagie.”

Her brown eyes grew wide in shock, “What?! They have no right! This is my husband’s house. Everything in it is mine. The cars, the furniture, everything!” the thought of what her late husband’s brothers had done made her boil with anger.

The security guard kept on smiling, “Well, they gave my boss the original papers of the house, the receipts of every furniture and electronics in the house, the cars papers, everything.”

Adesua placed her hands on her head. How did they get their dirty hands on her husband’s documents? She remembered that Efosa kept everything important in a suitcase in their bedroom. Did they ransack their house? Why would they do such a thing? When did they even have the time to turn her house upside down? She thought her in-laws were in Edo state.

“Madam, your clothes have been neatly packed into some bags, your daughter’s things too,” the man went in and returned with three large bags. He dragged them out and gave the stunned woman the brown envelope.

Adesua opened the envelope and found her international passport, driver’s license, credentials and some other personal documents.

“Have a good day ma,” he stepped back into the building.

“Wait!”

He halted and looked at her.

“Can I speak with your boss?”

He began to shake his head.

“Please… the people that sold this house to him, they had no right. They are not even the legal owners.”

The guard shrugged, “There is nothing we can do. They gave us the original papers of everything. I am sorry,” he closed the gate.

Adesua turned to her tired looking daughter.

“Mummy what is going on?”

She scratched a spot on her head and turned her gaze down the street. She felt a sudden throbbing on her forehead. They sold her house, her cars, her everything! Where did they expect she and her daughter to live? She opened her hand-bag and brought out her iPhone. She dialed her father-in-law’s number and waited as the phone rang.

“Hello…”

“Hello sir.”

“Adesua is that you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Are you back in Abuja?”

“Yes, sir.”

“How was your journey?”

She rolled her eyes, “Sir, I am being barred from entering my husband’s house.”

“Oh… oh… didn’t they tell you?”

Her brows came together in a frown. “Tell me what?”

“Osaze and Osagie have taken over their elder brother’s properties.”

“What?!”

“The houses, the cars, the transport business, even your shops.”

“My what?!” her vision became blurred, “Sir… sir, they had no right whatsoever to touch my husband’s things, they had…”

“They had every right.”

His statement silenced her.

“Efosa is their brother.”

“I am his wife.”

“You were his wife. He is gone now.”

Tears spilled all over her face, “Sir, this is not fair.”

“You have a girl child. She is not entitled to any inheritance. You are no longer an Imasogie. You can go ahead and re-marry if you want. You are still young.”

“Sir, Edua is an Imasogie.”

“Yes, yes… but, she is a girl.”

“This is crazy. Where are we supposed to go?”

“You have a family, don’t you?” the phone went dead.

“Ah! Jesus…” she paced for a while, then called her husband’s lawyer.

Edua sat on one of the bags and watched her mother. The woman was crying and acting as if she had literally gone loco. She hoped everything was fine. She needed a bath and she was beginning to feel hungry.

“Hello Barrister…”

“Mrs. Imasogie, I am so sorry, please accept my condolence.”

“Barrister, my in-laws are making my life miserable.”

She heard him sigh heavily.

“Madam, your husband didn’t write a will, there is little or nothing that can be done.”

“Oh my God…” she sank to her knees. How was he supposed to write a will? No one wishes to die unexpectedly.

“Even if we take them to court, we cannot win.”

“Barrister, they have taken over everything.”

“I am so sorry. There is nothing we can do.”

“Jesus…” she lamented.

“You could go to the bank. I believe that you are his next of kin. Everything in his accounts will be transferred to you, that is if his
brothers have not used his ATM cards to clean him out already.”

Adesua began to weep. Our situation was hopeless. What was she supposed to do now?

“Take care madam. When there is life, there is hope.”

She cut the call and called her father.

“Hello, Adesua, have you arrived?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Are you crying?”

“Daddy, they took everything. Efosa’s brothers took everything. His family say that because I have a girl child, my daughter is
entitled to nothing. Can you believe them?”

“The bastards!”

“Daddy, I am so confused right now.”

“Go back to the airport and come home.”

She began to shake her head.

“Come back to Edo. You can start afresh right here in Benin city.”

“Let me sleep over it,” she cut the call. She wasn’t ready to go back to her place of birth. She was born in Benin, she schooled in
Benin, Primary, Secondary and tertiary education. She met her late husband while serving in Abuja. She wasn’t ready to go back to that city.

“Mummy, I am hungry.”

She glanced back at the girl and sighed heavily. “There is a can of malt and a pack of chips in that yellow bag,” she pointed at the stack of bags by the gate.

Edua followed her mother’s gaze and reached out for the bag. She found a can of malt, a pack of chips and three bar of chocolate. She pounced on the chocolate first, before descending on the chips.

Adesua dialed the number of one of her close friends. They needed a place to spend the night. She wasn’t ready to return to Benin, she doubted if she wanted to sleep in a hotel either. She needed all the money she had left in her accounts to sort things out.

“Hello…”

“Bukola…”

“Adeusa! When did you get back? I have been trying your lines like forever.”

“Friendship mi… it’s a long story.”

“How did it go?”

“Can we crash in your place tonight, till I can sort things out, just for a few days?”

“Em… what happened to your place?”

“I will explain when we meet.”

“Give me a moment to talk to my husband. I will call you back.”

“Okay dearest,” she sighed with relief and cut the call. Bukola was one of her very good friend. They served together, got married
the same year and their friendship had seen a lot of joys and sadness. They were always there for each other.

Edua emptied the can and stared at her mother. She gathered that they were not stepping a foot into their house that day. Where were they going to go? Since her father passed on, everything had changed. It was hard to believe that she won’t see her dad ever again, until she joined him in heaven. She sighed heavily. Her back ached terribly.

Adesua met her daughter’s worn-out stare. She glanced at her phone and decided to call her friend back. She dialed the number, but, the operator informed her that the line was switched off. She dialed the number again and got the same message. Her heart missed a beat. Did Bukola switch off her phone internationally? She decided to dial her other line. It was also switched off. Tears burned in her red eyes. Her friend abandoned her in her time of need. Why would she do such a thing? What was wrong with everybody?

She picked up her phone and logged into the Uber app. She was going back to the airport that evening. She hoped they would be able to get a flight to Lagos that night. She had been in Lagos a few times. She had several business associates in the city. She believed that she and her daughter could start afresh there. It was a waste of time staying back in Abuja. If her closest friend could turn against her, no-one else would give her the help she desperately needed.

How was she going to take care of herself and her daughter? She got married immediately after her service year and got pregnant after their honeymoon. She hasn’t worked a day in her life. What was she going to do? It was her husband who opened the clothing shops for her. He was the one who employed the sales girls, the accountant and every other staff she had. He did practically everything for her. How was she going to re-start her business on her own? It was wiser to return to Benin and allow her parents to take care of them, till she could get back on her feet, but she loathed the city. It was too local for her present status.

Forty-three minutes later, a black saloon car stopped beside the big white gate.

“Edua, let’s go.”

“Where mummy?”

“Back to the airport, get your bags,” she started to drag their luggage towards the car.

The driver got down, opened the boot and helped them.

People selling popcorn, drinks and snacks, nice.

Who will sell Sharwama and Holladia yoghurt?

Update resumes tonight.

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CHAPTER ONE

Efosa embraced his wife and beamed with joy. It was their tenth wedding Anniversary. It was also his forty-fifth birthday and her thirty-fifth birthday. His parents and siblings, inclusive her parents and siblings were in Lagos to celebrate with them. It was a private party, just them and their immediate families. God had given them a beautiful nine-year-old girl, Edua and his wife was seven months pregnant with their twin boys. When they found out a month ago, after her scan at the Ante-natal clinic, their joy had known no bounds. They had been praying to God to bless them with another child since the birth of their daughter. At a point, they lost hope. Just when they were about to give up completely, and while contemplating adopting a child, God surprised them with a miracle pregnancy and it turned out to be twin boys. Exactly what they had been praying for, a male child, but God graced them with two! Double portion!

His transport business was also moving well and he had been able to buy a house, a six-bedroom duplex in Lokogoma, Apo, a segregated part of Abuja. He had about eight luxurious buses plying different routes all over the country. Business was good and he had been able to set up a first grade butik for his wife in Wuse market. Presently, she owned about three other shops in other parts of the Federal Capital Territory. God had blessed them richly and they were eternally grateful.

Efosa and Adesua turned towards the eight steps cake, holding a table knife. Everyone sang for them, and at the end of the song, they cut the cake. Their parents and siblings clapped and cheered as the couple kissed.

Edua jumped in excitement. She loved to see her parents happy. She stood by their side and grinned from ear to ear. It was a good thing that her mother would be delivering a set of twins soon. She had been an only child for far too long. It would be fun to have two little brothers. Most of her school mates had younger siblings and she often wondered what it was like. She was going to get a first-hand experience once the babies arrived.

The photographer moved around, taking pictures of the celebrants and everyone else, while the video-man covered the event.

Osagie and Osaze, Efosa’s younger brothers walked out of the large sitting room and stood at a slightly dark corner in the hall way. They opened a bottle of fruit wine and emptied a whitish powdery substance in it. Osaze shook the bottle till the substance blended with the wine. Osagie grinned with satisfaction, grabbed his brother’s hands and pulled him along. They returned to the party room and approached the celebrants.

“Congratulations!” Osagie shook hands with his elder brother.

“Hey… thanks,” Efosa smiled in appreciation.

“God has blessed you on all sides. We rejoice with you,” Osaze chimed in.

“Thank you. I am grateful,” he looked from one to the other.

Osagie refilled the couples’ half-empty glasses with the fruit wine he was holding.

“Thank you,” the celebrants chorused. They sipped at their drink and ate from the cake on their plate.

Edua tugged at her uncle’s trouser, “I want some too,” she raised her empty glass.

Adesua eyed her daughter, “Don’t mind her.”

Osagie chuckled, “Leave her, it is just fruit wine,” he filled the girl’s glass with the wine.

Edua sipped at the drink and left her parents’ side before her mother could attempt to collect the glass from her.

“You should allow her to enjoy herself,” Osagie encouraged his sister-in-law.

“If you cage her all the time, she will start doing things behind your back,” Osaze added quickly.

“Exactly,” Osagie nodded in agreement.

Adesua sighed. She didn’t want to start an argument, “She is just nine. I cannot allow her to misuse her privileges.”

Efosa’s brothers laughed.

“Let her be. We are all celebrating,” Osagie refilled their almost empty glasses again.

Adesua saw her mother through the corner of her eyes. She was standing at the doorway and beckoning at her.

“Please excuse me,” she walked away and approached her mother.

The moment they were out of the room, Osasu collected the wine glass from her daughter.

“You shouldn’t be drinking,” she eyed her.

“It is just fruit wine,” Adesua protested.

“Stick to fruit juice,” Osasu headed to the kitchen, “I am going to throw this into the sink.”

Adesua groaned and returned to the sitting room. Her younger sisters pulled her close.

“You look so beautiful,” Ehinomen complimented her.

“I am taking this your dress back to Benin with me,” Osedebamen added quickly.

Adesua smiled, “No problem. I will pack it with a few other things for you.”

Osedebamen beamed with gratitude, “Thanks sis.”

“What about me?” Ehinomen addressed her elder sister.

Adsesua turned to her, “And of course, you too.”

“Good, good. What do we have a big rich sister for?” Ehinomen winked at her.

They all laughed and giggled. Adesua’s eyes met her husband’s gaze. He was standing across the room with his brothers.
He winked at her and blew her a kiss. His gesture made her to laugh. She was happy that she said yes to him when he proposed many years ago. She had no regrets.

Osagie and Osaze urged Efosa to finish the bottle of wine. He started to hiccup after draining the last glass. He began to feel very uncomfortable, he left the sitting room and his younger brothers followed behind him. He went up to the master bedroom, hurried into the bathroom and splashed some water on his face. When he came out, his brothers were waiting for him in the room. The annoying hiccups returned.

“Why don’t you sit down?” Osagie suggested.

“You should lie down for a while,” Osaze advised him.

Efosa nodded in agreement and sat on the large bed. The hiccups worsened. He laid on his back and a sharp pain pierced his chest region. He grabbed the area with his hand and looked up at his younger siblings. They stood at a distance, watching him like vultures. He tried to speak, but, another pain cut through him. What was happening to him? Was it a heart attack? He was too young to be experiencing such. He was in good health and he was always in the hospital for one check-up or the other. He couldn’t cry, he couldn’t speak, but, he was feeling excruciating pains. His breathing changed. It came in short, fast, gasp. He raised his head, searching for his brothers. They were still standing there. Why were they not trying to help him? They didn’t even look alarmed. The pain spread to his neck region, strangling him in the process. His eyeballs widened in shock and fear. It occurred to him that he was dying. He closed his eyes and opened them.

God!

It wasn’t his time to die. He had so much to do on earth. He wanted to watch his daughter grow and his sons were arriving into the world soon. He wanted to see his children’s children. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t his time to die. He managed to roll over and fell on the rugged floor with a thud. Maybe if he could crawl to the door, find his way down the stairs, someone would be able to help him. He gathered the remaining strength he had and dragged his weight towards the opened door.

One of his brothers went to the door and kicked it. It slammed against the wall. He froze in that spot and looked up at them. It dawned on him that they were responsible for his condition. What did they do to him? Why? He had been good to them. He had been taking care of his parents and siblings since he began to amass wealth. No one lacked anything in his family. He didn’t understand the reason behind their evil action. It broke his heart that the ones he loved with all his heart wanted him dead. He started to cough hysterically. He bowed his head as memories flashed through his mind’s eye. His childhood years, his school days, friends he met, mistakes he made, successes he achieved, awards he got from different organizations, people he worked with, his staff, his lovely wife, the birth of his daughter replayed in a second, and the event of that night came last.

He rolled and lay on his back, coughing and staring at the ceiling, hands wrapped around his body, panting for breath. He thanked God for everything. He had lived a good life. He felt life slipping out of his mortal body. He relaxed and gave in to the peace and calm that enveloped him. Suddenly, he gasped and breathed his last.

xxxxxx

Osasu found her grand-daughter in the kitchen, sipping from a glass of wine. She collected the glass from the girl and threw the content into the sink.

“Grandma!” Edua cried out, alarmed at the woman’s action.

“Shut up!” she eyed the girl.

“I was drinking that…” she pouted her mouth and eyed the woman.

“How old are you?” she hissed and walked out.

Edua ran to the sink. The wine was gone. She stomped her feet on the tiled floor, eyes smarted with tears. She hoped everyone would leave their house and go back to wherever they came from soon. She wanted her freedom back, fast!

xxxxxx

Osemudiamen Imasogie and his wife, Omoye, walked up to their daughter-in-law and her sisters.

“Where is your husband?”

Adesua turned towards them. She looked across the room and searched for him. Her husband and his brothers were no
longer in the sitting room.

“I think he is with Osagie and Osaze,” she glanced at her mother-in-law.

“Okay,” Omoye smiled at her. She was happy that her daughter-in-law was pregnant again. She heard that the girl was carrying a set of twin boys. Her son was finally going to have an heir.

“How are the champions?” Osemudiamen pointed at her tummy.

They all laughed out loud. Adesua felt a rumbling in her stomach. She placed a hand on her abdomen and rubbed it.

“Are you okay?” Omoye looked straight at her.

Adesua began to shake her head.

“Is it labour?” her father-in-law came to her side.

“She is just seven months pregnant,” Omoye eyed her husband.

“You never can tell,” he addressed his wife.

“When did you become a doctor?” Omoye looked him up and down.

“Ouch!” Adesua’s grip tightened on her tummy.

They all turned to look at her.

“Oh God!” pain sliced through her. She sunk to her knees in a flash.

“Adesua!” her younger sisters cried out in alarm.

“Is that blood?” Osemudiamen pointed at his daughter-in-law’s white and black poker dots dress. There were red stains on it.

His wife followed his gaze and saw it too, “Jesus! Jesus! Where is Efosa? We need to get her to the hospital immediately.”

Adesua’s sisters stood at her side and helped her up to her feet, in slow steps, they walked towards the front door.

xxxxxx

Osagie and Osaze carried Efosa’s lifeless body down the stairway. Osasu who was walking down the hall way screamed when she saw them.

“What happened to him?” she ran towards them and placed a hand on her son-in-law’s forehead. He was very cold. She withdrew her hand quickly and looked up and his brothers.

“He is dead,” Osagie announced without empathy.

“How? What happened?” she staggered back.

Efosa’s brothers exchanged glances.

Ojemare came out of the kitchen carrying Edua, his grand-daughter. He found her seated on the tiled floor, panting for breath. He froze when he saw his son-in-law in the arms of his brothers.

“What happened to him?!” he shouted.

Osasu turned around and saw her husband carrying her grand-daughter. “What happened to her?” she hurried to his side.

“We need to get her to the hospital, fast!” he met her alarmed gaze.

“Lord Jesus help us!” her heart beat accelerated in panic.

xxxxxx

Osemudiamen and his wife rushed to their son’s side when they saw him being carried out of the house by his brothers, leaving weeping Adesua with her sisters.

“What happened to him?” Omoye screamed at her sons.

Adesua began to cry when she saw her husband’s motionless body.

“What is going on in this house?”’ Osemudiamen flared. He ran to the security post and collected one of the car keys. There were six exotic cars in the compound. They placed Efosa at the back seat of the silver and white Prado jeep. Osagie got into the driver’s seat, his father sat beside him, while his mum and Osaze sat with Efosa. The Security guard flung the gate open once he saw the oncoming vehicle.

Ojemare and Osasu rushed out of the house carrying Edua. When they saw their daughter writhing in pains, held by her sisters, they knew that something terrible must have happened to her, her husband and her daughter.

“Where is everyone?” Ojemare demanded.

“They took Efosa to the hospital,” Ehinomen supplied, relieved to see their parents.

Osasu hissed, “And they left your sister here. What’s wrong with these people?”

“Daddy…” Adesua raised her head and looked towards her father.

“Yes baby,” his heart cried out for her.

“Get the car keys from the security post,” she gritted her teeth in pain.

Osasu held unto her grand-daughter while her husband ran to the security post to get one of the cars key.

They placed Adesua and Edua at the backseat of the car. Ehinomen and Osedebamen sat beside them, while their parents got into the front seats of the car.

“You need to get to Saint Nicholas hospital. Our doctor works there,” she instructed her father.

“Okay baby. Relax, everything is going to be all right.”

Adesua glanced at her daughter and began to cry. The nine-year old was gasping for breath. What was happening to them?
It was their day of celebration, but, it had turned to a day of crisis.

Kesscy:
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BEAUTY AND THE MECHANIC

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© Serah Iyare 2017

SYNOPSIS

She was thrown into the lion’s den at an early age.

Introduced to a lustful world, she became trapped in the dark cage.

Breaking the chains that held her bound came at a very high cost.

Can she pay the price?

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Wow! Wow! Wow. @ SheWrites, I was just praying the story doesn't finish cos I was enjoying myself but I finally finished. . May you always have the inspiration to do more.

@ prettyhurts, thanks for referring me to this story. I really had a nice time

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Wow!. SheWrites, this is good. You are truly talented. I really enjoyed the story. Kudos ma

Thank you so much *hugs*

Divepen1:
Serah Iyare is a writer whose stories had garnered a lot of fans for her on Nairaland, and Facebook. She has done well to publish some of her books on Okadabooks. You'll be meeting her as we discuss Characters in her story.


Writertain: Let's fire away. So let's start the conventional way, tell us about you.
Serah Iyare: The name is Serah Edua Iyare. I am 34, married Osadebamwen Iyare. We have two kids, Paul 5yrs, Stephen 4years
Writertain: Now, let's talk about your books. How many books so far?


Serah Iyare: Unpublished a lot, published on Okadabooks
Writertain: Wow. What are their titles.?
Serah Iyare: There are about 50+ stories, all unpublished like Silent Whispers, Stuck, Two Worlds Apart, Letting Go, I Will Love You till Death, Blackest Darkness, I See You etc.

The Published Ones: Torn, Together Forever, B.F.F: Best Friends Forever, Bukky Alakara, Winds of Fate, Broken Bottle, As Deep As The Sea, Razor tongue and Heartstrings.


Writertain: I'm particular drawn to the characters in your story. What motivates their creation? Let's take Bukky for example
Serah Iyare: Hmmm... Many of my characters are actually real people, people I came across in different phases of my life... I sometimes mix up their personalities or else, they will know I am writing about them. (Laughs)


Writertain: I've noticed that your characters have names that are unique not only because they are great names, but for the fact that they have a twist to them. Take Eru in broken bottle and Gbemiga in Bukky Alakara, for examples, is there any reason for using such names?


Serah Iyare: Well, I know an Eru and a Gbemiga. I am careful when choosing names. As a Nigerian, I like to portray unity among cultures.

Writertain: Yes, I notice. Like Ibinabo of Heartstrings.


Serah Iyare: Yea. If I use an English name, I usually add a native name as a last name or first name
Writertain: Is it that you're so concerned about our dying culture or you just love Nigerian names?


Serah Iyare: Both...
Writertain: So, how have you used this characters to enhance the culture?


Serah Iyare: Mixed marriages. Unity among tribes. In my stories, I try to get characters from different tribes to mingle, live together, form a bond etc.


Writertain: That's good even in this generation. They also build us up. Has any of your characters ever influenced your actions?


Serah Iyare: As in, in real life... Yea, some of them help me to let go of the past and move on.


Writertain: That's cool. Is there any particular case you can share?


Serah Iyare: Hmm...Torn... I used to be like the main character when I was younger. I wanted to be fat by all means. But, my family were nicer. Hers were devil's incarnate. I actually met the babe one on one. I felt so sad for her...


Writertain: I'm confused. You met the character of your story one on one?
Serah Iyare: I wrote about her. I met her before I wrote the story


Writertain: It's a serious case. So going back to your books, can you describe your writing process?


Serah Iyare: I started writing with pen and paper. I used to buy notebooks. If I don't have money, I join all the papers in the house and sew it with needle and thread. I sit on the bed, or wherever I am comfortable and put down all my ideas, dictionary by my sides, several pieces of paper with the characters' profile, etc. My siblings used to go crazy cos they didn't understand; all they saw was their sister covered up in piles of papers. Even with a laptop now, I still do the pen and paper magic before typing and editing

Writertain: Hmm... I know another writer like that. But why does it feel good to write that way?

Serah Iyare: Maybe because I started with that method. I enjoy it sha... I'm all fired up when I write like that.


Writertain: Maybe. Before we round it up, how does it feel to get back at people through your book? I mean can you share instances you used your characters to talk about someone you are angry at.


Serah Iyare: Bina, for example, is someone I wish sometimes I had her craziness... she in a way fought the battles I couldn't. I have never raised my hand on a guy, ever... But, I have met guys I wished I could have taught a lesson or two. Very naughty guys.


Writertain: Thanks for your time. Any words to your fans. Some of them sent in summaries of your works.

Serah Iyare: Really. Niceee. My fans are a source of encouragement. And I love them to the heavens and back. Don't give up my people, never ever give up and trust in God, he always shows up.


Writertain: Should they expect any other work from you soon?
Serah Iyare: Yes. I'm editing Beauty and the Mechanic... It is in an 80 leaves notebook. I'm still typing and editing.



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