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TORN 14

Funmike and the guard carried the heavy bags into the four bedroom bungalow. The second semester was over. She was home for the long holiday. It was a relief that she would be in her finals the next session. She hoped to graduate with a first class degree in Business Administration. She wondered where she would be posted her service year.

She heard the loud music before they went into the house. What was going on? On her way to her bedroom, she peeped into the sitting room and found her parents and siblings in the midst of relatives, close friends and neighbours.

Everyone was gorgeously dressed. They were eating, drinking and dancing. She had no idea what they were celebrating. As usual, no one thought of including her. They always prefered her absence. Was she a leper?

She made her way to her room, thanked the guard and locked the door. She placed her hands on her hips and bit at her upper lip. Next holiday, she won't bother to come home.

Her phone began to ring.

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TORN 13

She started to laugh and wiped her wet face with the back of her hand.

"If you are twenty-two, I am six years older than you."

Her eyes widened in surprise.

"You are a very small girl."

"You are not serious," the smile returned to her lips and reflected in her eyes.

"What's your discipline?"

"Business Administration," she rested her head on the arm of the chair.

"Level?"

"Three hundred."

"Nice. I work as an Accountant in Nice Baby Limited."

"Nice Baby?"

"Yep."

"Diaper?"

"We produce quality diapers for babies and the aged."

"Interesting. Hope you are not stingy."

She heard him laugh. She chuckled and grinned.

"My father owns the firm."

"Oh really?"

"Yes."

"Cool."

"Where do you worship?"

"TREM."

"Bishop Okonkwo?"

"Yep."

"I attend Royal City International Church."

"That's my pastor."

She began to feel hungry.

"I got to run errands. Later girl."

She sighed with relief, "Okay, later," she hung up and thanked God for bringing a good friend her way.

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@all... I have posted two new stories today. Enjoy *winks*
*Torn (based on a true life story)
*B.F.F: Best Friends Forever

TORN (Chapter Twelve)

"While growing up, they usually lock me up in my room whenever they were entertaining visitors," her voice wobbled.

"What the..."

"They made excuses that they were tired of explaining to people why I looked different."

"That's crazy."

She bit her upper lip, "My father had a DNA test done..."

"Oh God!"

"The fact that I am his blood didn't change anything. I believe he wished I was switched at birth," pain seared her chest.

"I am so sorry," his voice became hoarse.

"Gaining admission into the university was the best thing that has ever happened to me. I dread the holidays."

"It doesn't matter what your family think of you. God loves you just the way you are. You are made in His image."

"That fact alone has seen me through all my growing up years. If not for God's love, I would have committed suicide."

She heard him gasp. "I am glad you didn't. I am glad we got to met, howbeit via phone calls and online chats."

"Same here."

"You are stuck with me. You've got nowhere to run."

TORN (Chapter Eleven)

She viewed the pictures he sent. It was hard to believe that there were several other women who were as thin as she was. Some were unbelievably thinner. She glanced at herself and back at the pictures.

"Hello."

"I am still here."

"Just got your pictures."

She trembled with anticipation.

"My new friend is a pretty chick."

She sighed with relief.

"I encourage you to splash your pictures online."

"Hmm..."

"You were right, you don't look like anyone in your family. It's cool to be different."

She raised an eyebrow.

"Who did you take after?"

"My dad's great aunt."

"Seriously?"

"Yep," she leaned against the chair, "I think if I become fatter my parents will dot on me too."

She heard him sigh. "It's their duty to give you their undivided attention regardless."

"After twenty two years, I still feel like a stranger in my own house."

"I don't know what to say," the pain in his voice soothed her aching heart.

"They act like I don't even exist," a tear drop slided down her face.

TORN (Chapter Ten)

She waved at the security guard and made her way into the one storey building.

"Amongst my siblings and parents, I am the shortest, slimmest, and the fairest."

"What's your statistic?"

"I am five feet seven inches..."

"That's not short!"

"My father is five nine, my mum is five eight, my elder sister is five nine and my younger sister is five eight."

"Oh..."

"I weigh 41kg and I am almost straight. My siblings call me i-with-a-dot."

"Wow! That's cruel."

"Everywhere I go, everywhere I look, everybody is bigger."

"What's your statistic?"

She unlocked the door to the apartment and strode in, "28'24'30."

"There are a lot of women in the world who are thin."

"E.g?"

"In Asia for instance."

She wasn't convinced.

"I am sending pictures of slim ladies to your other line."

She settled on the chair and fished for her Blackberry Passport in the bag.

"Send me one of your pictures."

"Hmm..." her heart missed a beat.

"You have seen my own pictures. It is fair that I see yours too."

TORN (Chapter Nine)

She walked towards the school gate, cream and brown M & G hand bag strapped to her shoulder. Straight long legs wrapped in a flowery brown high-waist skirt that swept the dusty road, complimented with an off-shoulder fitted cream blouse. Her braids bounced around her fair face, curled at the tips, giving her a look that turned heads.She felt the vibration of one of her phones in the bag. She slowed her stride and dipped her hand into the bag in search. She brought out the iphone and an excited smile lit her face when she noticed the caller's name.

"Hello."

"Hi, how are you doing?"

"Good."

"Why is there no pictures of you on your Facebook profile, Twitter handle and your whatsapp is also bare?"

The smile thinned out.

"What's your excuse?"

She cleared her throat, eyes focused on the oncoming traffic.

"Who are you hiding from"

"No one."

"Convince me."

She crossed the road and walked towards Queen Elizabeth Hostel.

"It's complicated."

"I am all ears."

TORN (Chapter Eight)
"I like junk food too."

"Hmm..." walking down to the outlet seemed like an impossible task.

"But I prefer the likes of pounded yam or semolina with melon soup garnished with bitter leaves and celebrated with catfish or goat meat."

Her mouth watered, "You are not helping."

"Oh sorry you are hungry."

"Hmm.."

"You should call the Sharwama guy, Austin, right?"

"Hmm..."

"What's the name?"

"Funmike."

"Nice talking to you."

"Hmm..." another pang, she rubbed her tummy.

"Are you on Facebook?"

"Who isn't?"

"You will be surprised."

"Funmike Williams."

"Okay. I will send you a request asap."

"Okay."

"Talk to you later."

"Okay."

"Bon appetite."

"Merci."

"Do you speak French?"

"No."

"Me neither."

"Bye."

"Yes bye. Lovely voice."

"What?"

"You have a lovely voice."

She stared at the phone.

"One of the reasons why I called back."

"Oh."

"Okay bye."

"Bye," she heard the dead tone indicating the end of the call.

Dantenimu Danjuma. Her lips curved in an inqusitive smile.

TORN (Chapter Seven)

"I am Dantenimu Danjuma. Who am I speaking with?"

She cut the call and stared at the phone. Did she dial the wrong number? She prided herself in the ability to retain people's numbers. It was hard to believe that she called someone else.

The phone began to ring. It was an unknown number. She had a feeling that it was the same person. Why was he calling her back? She bit at her lower lip. Should she ignore the call? Curiousity decided for her.

"Hello."

"Hi, it's Dantenimu, you can call me Dante. What's the name?"

She raised an eyebrow, "Not necessary."

"Really? You called me."

"It was a miss-dial."

"Thought as much. Were you refering to Sharwama?"

"What?"

"When you called, jumbo size... Just the way I like it," he recited her words.

"Oh... Yes, sharwama," she felt a pang and placed a hand on her tummy.

"Junk food."

"I don't have a choice."

"Everybody do."

She lifted her body and put down her legs, another pang, "Not when you are mighty hungry."

He started to laugh.

TORN (Chapter Six)

She dragged her body into the apartment, kicked the door close with her boot, threw her white square shaped Gucci bag on the bed and settled on the two settee. She hung her head on the arm of the leather chair and crossed her legs on the other end.

It was the beginning of the second semester and lectures had begun promptly. Most days, she returned to the hostel deathly tired and hungry enough to eat a whole cow. There were times she wished she was back home. The cook would have ensured that she ate at least four times in a day.

She reached out for her iphone and dialed the number of the sales rep of the Sharwama oulet down the street. One big piece with a pack of fruit juice would suffice for dinner.

"Hello..."

"Hi, evening, please send me a jumbo size Sharwama, you know the way I like it."

"Excuse me..."

"Please hurry, Queen Elizabeth Hostel, flat 10."

"Wrong number."

She blinked. Was he playing a prank on her? She wasn't in the mood.

"Austin."

"I am Dantenimu."

"What?"

TORN (Chapter Five)

She stepped on the white plastic machine, bare-footed, then tilted her head downward, read the scale and frowned. Nothing had changed, she was still 41kg! She was definitely done with all the concortions she googled about.

She couldn't believe that after experimenting with different grades of junk food, it didn't reflect on her body weight. Maybe she was cursed. The initial bitterness she used to feel against her stature began to slip into her mind.

She closed her light brown eyes, blocking the depressing thoughts and replacing them with happy ones.

"I am fearfully and wonderfully made," came the shaky whisper. She swallowed. Her throat felt dry. "I am beautiful beyond description," a tear rolled down her fair smooth face. "God loves me the way I am, I love myself. Nothing else matters," she exhaled and opened her eyes, feeling better.

A sense of peace enveloped her. It didn't matter what she weighed. She was going to have a blast on planet earth. Her pink lips spread in a smile.

TORN (Chapter Four)

Funmike mixed the banana, pawpaw, milk, strawberry, and yoghurt in the blender. She covered it and turned the switch. The noisy sound irritated her ears. She glanced at her phone again. She had followed the instructions on the site. She hoped to add weight as soon as she made the drink a daily rountine. Six glasses a day and she was good to go.

She had tried out other things she found online. Nothing worked. Some of the things she cooked and ate made her to feel nauseous, ruining her appetite for days. There were several recipes and solutions for people trying to lose weight, but, not as much for weight gain.

She was on the verge of giving up. She had called the numbers of the Nutritionists she found on google, but their advice did her no good. If she could only look like her sisters, maybe her parents would also give her their undivided attention.

She switched it off and poured some of the blended mixture into a glass cup. She took a sip. The unfamiliar taste made her grimaced.

TORN (Chapter Three)

She eyed them. She wasn't ready to part with any piece of her food. The cook resumed work at eight. Breakfast would be ready on or before nine. She bit the crispy toast, meeting their hungry gazes.

When they were younger, they teased her with a nickname. They called her 'i-with-a-dot', emphasizing her shapeless physique. She used to hate how she looked. Her father made matters worse when he had her tested, a DNA test! He came to a conclusion that she must have been switched at birth. Of course the result was positive. She was his daughter.

They later discovered that she took after her father's aunt. She was the only fair skinned person in the family and was also skinny.

Conciously and unconciously, they made her feel unwanted and dotted on her sisters, spoiling them rotten. There were days she wished she had been born into another home.

She wished she could be bigger. Maybe if she tried some recipies online, she might add weight. She smiled. 'Operation I gats to be big' activated.

TORN (Chapter Two)

She woke up feeling terribly farmished. She got out of bed and dragged her drowsy self to the kitchen.

She made oats, buttered toast and a big mug of beverage. While she ate at the dining, her younger sister, Folake, strolled into the sitting room, in a pink sleeveless, a little above the knee satin night gown. Her bosom and curvy hips swirled from side to side with each movement.

Her elder sister, Foluke, followed behind her, taller, darker and curvier, in a see-through white sleeveless very short night gown.

Most times, she wondered why she wasn't physically endowed like her sisters. They had the body of a goddess and could literally turn the head of a statue with their angelic beauty.

She was very slim and her stature was almost straight. No curves. Deathly flat bosom and backside. She was a little bit pretty and fair skinned. Foluke was dark skinned. Folake was brown skinned. She looked nothing like them. Were they even related?

They both sat opposite her, staring at her food.

TORN (Chapter One)

It was the end of the first semester examination. Funmike wished she could stay back in her off campus hostel, a storey building adjacent to the school gate, divided into ten self-contain apartments.

Her first experience living on campus left a bitter taste in her mouth. She cherished the privacy the off campus hostel offered.

She wheeled the bags towards the gate. The taxi driver opened the boot of the vehicle and hurled the heavy bags in.

If she had a car of her own, things would have been easier. Buses and bikes would be a thing of the past. Her twenty-four year old elder sister who was serving in a Media house in Lagos had a red Toyota Camry. Her twenty year old younger sister got a green Toyota Camry on her birthday.

How her parents completely forgot that she also needed a car was lost to her. At times, it was as if she was invincible.

"I am ready," the driver beckoned to her.

She got into the back seat of the car and sighed heavily. She wasn't looking forward to going home.

TORN

Synopsis

Like a square peg in a round hole, she felt alienated from her family.

Determined to turn things around, she crossed path with one who soothed her aching heart.

Will he be able to mend her shredded world?

CHAPTER TWO

“Take me Deeper-Deeper in love with you-Jesus hold me close in your embrace-Take me deeper-Deeper than I have ever been before-I just want to love you more and more-Lord I want to be deeper in love,” the Worship leader sang beautifully.

She lifted her hands and sang along. Her friend tapped her on the shoulder. She turned her creamy brown head to face her.

“Who wrote that song?”

She blinked and dropped her hands, “I think it is Don Moen.”

She raised an eyebrow, “Are you sure? I thought it was Bob Fits.”

She shrugged, “Why don’t you Google it?”

“I like the song.”

“Me too,” she returned her attention to the Worship leader.

She tapped her again.

Oh Lord God Almighty. I can strangle this girl right now.

She looked at her through the corner of her eyes.

“He has a nice voice.”

She glanced back at the Worship leader.

“Assuming he was taller, muscular, you know…”

She placed a hand on her forehead and shook her head.

“Did you see Shalewa among the Choristers? She didn’t tell us that she was in the Choir. What is she feeling like?”

“Ssssssh….” She placed a finger on her lips.

“You too sssssssh!”

They both eyed themselves. They realized that they had attracted the attention of the people standing around them.

“Next time, I will not sit beside you.”

“Whatever.”

The Pastor took over the service. An hour later, Mara and Didi found their neighbour at the car park. She was leaning on her car and chatting with someone.

“I have been waiting for you two, come and meet one of our diligent Protocol department members.”

They stood beside her and seized up the six feet; dark skinned, broad shouldered young man clad in a black trouser suit. His white long sleeve T.M Lewis shirt and matching black tie made him look like someone in the ‘Men in Black movie’. What was missing was a dark sun-shade.

He shook hands with Mara, “It is nice meeting you.”

“Yeah…” she blushed, his dark piercing eyes engulfed her, “I am Amarachi, but everyone calls me Mara.”

“Okay Mara.”

She liked the way he called her name. Her hazel eyes fastened on his square like shaped face.

“I am Onuwagbe, call me Uwa.”

She chuckled. She felt excited, “You are from Edo State.”

He nodded, “Yes. I am from Esan.”

Her eyes brightened, “My mum is from Esan.”

“Really?” His eyes shone in surprise. It was a good thing that the different tribes in Nigeria were beginning to inter-marry. Her mum who was Esan married an Ibo man.

“Yes…” It suddenly dawned on her that he was the perfect physical description of the man she would like to spend the rest of her life with. He was tall enough. She was five feet nine inches. Anyone shorter barely caught her interest. He was broad shouldered, dark skinned and easy on the eyes. It was her lucky day.

He let go of her hand and turned to face Didi. He stretched out his right hand, “Hi.”

“Hi,” she shook his hand, it felt warm, soothing and firm, “I am Edidiong.”

“Edidiong…” he repeated her name.

It sounded soft and felt like a warm caress. Brown eyes locked on dark ones.

“Can I call you Didi?”

She blinked in surprise, “Everyone close to me calls me Didi.”

He grinned, “Nice. I believe I can join that club.”

She laughed, “Yes you can.”

His dark gaze took in her creamy brown oval face and travelled down her slim curvy frame cradled in a simple pink flowery short sleeve knee length A-shaped dress. She felt uneasy. His perusal made her feel self-conscious. She released her hand from his grip and took a step backwards. His intent gaze captured her oval face again; she looked away and noticed the sheepish grin on Shalewa’s dark oblong face. On the other hand, her friend had a scowl on her fair round face.

Now what?

“Will you be here tomorrow?”

She took a quick look at him.

Tomorrow? What is he talking about? Oh! Tomorrow is a Sunday.


“Yes!” Shalewa interrupted.

Didi glimpsed at her. Mara eyed her.

“They will both be here,” she added.

He smiled, “Good, will you like to have lunch with me after the service tomorrow?”

Her surprised brown gaze flew to his dark face.

Lunch? Lunch after Sunday service? Is he asking me out?


He sensed he had taken her by surprise, “I apologize if I come across as being forward. I hope you are not offended.”

Offended?

She shook her head.

I am not offended. I am shocked, flabbergasted, nonplussed…


“I know we have just met. I am a straight forward person. I don’t beat about the bush. When I see something that I like…”

She swallowed hard.

He likes me. Is that possible? Just like that? Is he trying to flatter me or what?

“Something that I want, I go for it. I don’t play or joke with opportunities.”

She stared back at him. He seemed honest and sincere. It had been ages since someone who she met for the first time would like her at first glance, especially in the company of Mara. Her friend was two inches taller, more beautiful, more physically endowed, and on top of it all, she was fair skinned. She was a queen, compared to her humble self. As far back as she could remember, men chose Mara over her. Even if they met her first, once they saw her friend, whatever they felt for her evaporated. Mara had been in more relationships than she had. It was hard to believe that Uwa was asking her out for lunch when Mara was standing right there. It had never happened before.

“Didi, I like you. I want to get to know you better. I hope whatever this is… this bubbling beautiful feeling within me… I hope it will blossom into something special and long lasting.”

She blinked, opened her mouth and closed it.

What did he just say? Feelings? What feelings?

She was used to guys who hung around her and moved like pendulum bobs before they declared their intentions. She had met a few people who were truthful and sincere upfront. Yet, Uwa’s confession, confidence and out-spoken attitude surpassed them all.
Wait a minute. Is he really being honest with me or does he see me as an easy prey?

“I don’t ask every girl I meet out on lunch dates.”

She sighed with relief.

“I know that we are meeting for the first time, but, sweet heart, this is the way I feel right now. I like you and I want to get to know you better. Will you go on a lunch date with me tomorrow?”

Their gazes locked. Her heart raced.

Shalewa was excited with the scene before her. She used to have a crush on Uwa in the past but the fact that she was three years older than him didn’t sit well with her. She killed her feelings for him and remained a loyal friend. It would be nice if he started dating Didi, they looked good together.

Mara couldn’t believe what unfolded before her. She thought something clicked between them. Was she the only one that felt the connection? She thought he liked her. The way he looked at her a moment ago, she could have sworn that he found her desirable. Why wasn’t he asking her out? Why was he asking her friend? Didi was nothing compared to her when it came to physical beauty and endowment. What did he see in her? As far back as she could remember, no man had ever chosen her friend over her, especially when they were together. She watched them with disdain. She hoped her friend would decline his offer. The Didi she knew would never go out with someone she hardly knew.

Didi tore her eyes away and stilled her emotions. She liked him too. There was no harm in going out with him for lunch. She could always back out if things didn’t go well. She had never gone out with someone she barely knew. She hoped she wasn’t lowering her standards.

“Okay,” she glanced back at him, “All right, lunch it is then.”

“Yippee!” his dark square-like shaped face brightened with excitement. It was contagious. Shalewa clapped her hands together and laughed out loud. Mara’s frown deepened. She felt like someone had punched her in the tummy.

“Can I have your number?”

“Absolutely,” she brought out her phone from her hand bag. They exchanged numbers and other details.

“See you tomorrow Uwa,” Shalewa waved and got into the car.

“All right babes, thanks,” he waved back at her.

Mara got into the front seat without uttering a word.

“Tomorrow,” he whispered.

“Tomorrow,” she responded and got into the back seat of the car.

Mara watched him through the side mirror of the car as her neighbour drove off. She would never understand why he chose Didi over her. She thought she had met the man of her dreams, but her friend had stolen him away from her. How was she going to relate with her henceforth? She hoped the lunch date would turn sour. If it did, she might still have a chance with him. A relaxed smile spread over her face; all hope wasn’t lost after all.

CHAPTER ONE

“Proclaim your awesome power, Tell of mighty deeds, Declare your future kingdom, Of everlasting peace, And my eyes, They look, Unto you, Always, And I am captured, By your majesty, All of my days, I will sing of your greatness, All of my days, I will speak of your grace, All of my days, I will tell of your wondrous love, Your love in my life, Your love,” they chorused the lyrics of the Darlene Zschech song playing on the car’s DVD player.

“I love this song,” she grinned from ear to ear and nodded her head in sequence with the rhythm of the song. Her excited dark eyes remained on the road, while her hands held the steering wheel firmly.

“Me too,” she continued humming the lyrics of the song.

“Abeg increase the volume,”

“Why?” she glanced at her fair skinned neighbour who was seated at the backseat of the car and returned her attention to the road.

“Just increase it,” she eyed the driver, her dark skinned neighbour.

“Why?”

“Ah-han!”

“Ah-han what? Do you want to make us the center of attraction?” she hissed.

“The weekend has just begun. We are entitled to enjoy ourselves.”

She hissed again, “This is my car. I decide what goes on in here.”

“Sorry o! Madam Car owner.”

“Whatever.”

“And my eyes, They look, Unto you, Always, And I am captured…” her friend continued to sing, ignoring them.

“You keep quiet now,” she attacked her.

“Leave her alone. Is she singing with your mouth?” the driver eyed her.

“Madam Car owner please mind the road and get us home safely.”

“Hey! Hmmm… Ehn… someone has a very big mouth.”

“All of my days, I will sing of your greatness, All of my days…” she went on singing.

“That reminds me, will you like to come to church with me on Saturday evening?” she glanced from one to the other.

She stopped singing and made eye contact with her fair skinned friend.

“It is a Singles’ programme. I heard that the guest minister is very gifted.”

They both remained quiet.

“I noticed that you do not attend church on Sundays.”

“We just moved into the area,” her voice was laced with defense.

“We will scout for a place of worship when we are ready,” her friend chimed.

Their neighbour shook her head. She turned into the busy street and parked the car in front of a one storey building.

“Thanks Shalewa,” Mara opened the door and jumped out.

“You are a God sent,” Didi dashed out of the car and hurried after her friend.

“Ah! Wait!” She watched them dash into the compound through the open gate. She shook her head again.

These girls are something else.

She turned off the ignition.

I am not going to let them get off that easily.

She got out of the dark blue Toyota corolla 2008 car and locked it. The gateman greeted her; she returned his greetings and headed for her flat which was on the ground floor.

xxxxxx

Didi joined Mara in the kitchen.

“You are boiling water; do you want to make eba?”

She shrugged and brought out a small pot of ogbona soup from the refrigerator.

“Please make my own too.”

“Why?”

“Why not?”

“Am I your personal chef? You better boil your own water and make your own food.”

She stared at her friend who was turning the defrosting soup with a long wooden spoon. The brown skirt suit she was clad in complimented her fair skin. None of them had gotten out of their work clothes.

“What is doing you?”

Mara threw a glance at her.

“Why do you like acting difficult?”

“Difficult? Really? Because I refuse to make your food, abi?”

“It is beyond food. You are always like this.”

She placed the spoon on the four burner gas cooker and clapped her hands.

“See hunger…” she started to laugh.

“You better arrange yourself and add my portion to whatever you are making or else, I will make this flat uncomfortable for you.”

“You are threatening me, hey! Look at this small fry.”

Didi strode out of the kitchen. Her high heels made click sounds on the tiled floor.

“You are threatening me instead of begging me.”

She watched her friend leave. She returned her attention to the steaming soup.

Didi returned with a white towel wrapped around her slim creamy brown frame, “What do you think about the Singles’ programme?”

Her brows knitted in a frown.

“Shalewa said…”

“Abeg I need my Saturday,” she switched off the gas cooker. She lifted the kettle from the cooker and poured the hot water into a big bowl.

She opened the container they kept garri and poured some into the water.

“We need a place to worship. Let’s attend the programme and see how her church is… we haven’t attended church since we moved into this area.”

“I am not interested,” she turned the mixture with a wooden spoon.

“She has a car. She will pick us up and drop us. The same way she picks us up at work every day.”

She dished the eba and ogbona soup into two different bowls.

“Didi follow her if you want to. I will find a place of worship when I am ready,” she placed her food on a tray.

“Watching TBN and all these Christian stations isn’t enough.”

She lifted the tray and walked out of the kitchen. Didi picked up her bowls of food and followed behind her, “Mara…”

“Didi leave me alone. Salvation is personal. My God and I understand ourselves.”

She halted, looked at her, sighed and headed for her bedroom. She would take her bath first, and then eat later. There was no use trying to convince her friend. Mara had a mind of her own. Once her heart was set on something, she wouldn’t budge. They had known each other since they were children. They both grew up in Ikorodu. They attended the same schools, from primary level to tertiary institutions. They even served in the same state. They had gotten jobs in the same company, PZ Industry, Ilupeju, six months after their service year. They left the comfort of their parents’ homes in Ikorodu and moved to Shomolu. It was a whole new experience for them. They hoped to get married before their thirtieth birthday and have all their kids before they were thirty-five. They had talked, dreamt and prayed about it. Their plans, hopes and dreams were placed in God’s hands. They believed he would perfect all that concerned them. She kicked her bedroom door open with a leg. She hurried into the room and placed her bowls of food on the table beside the bed. She entered the bathroom and turned on the tap. The cold water made her to shudder a bit.

“And my eyes, They look,Unto you, Always, And I am captured, By your majesty, All of my days, I will sing of your greatness, All of my days…” she sang out loud. She would collect the CD of the Darlene Zschech song from her neighbour after she had eaten that evening. She was a sucker for that genre of music.

B.F.F: BEST FRIENDS FOREVER

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© 2016 Serah Iyare

SYNOPSIS
Didi and Mara were childhood friends.
Nothing in the whole wide world could ever separate them.
One man rocked the boat of their friendship.
Will their relationship sink or withstand the overturn?

@charytea... Thanks sweetheart *hugs* All this banning in this change era *smh* hian!

@Nwiboko26... So happy that you had fun *hugs* *dancing*

@Missmossy... Thanks *winks*

@Niwodog... Thanks *winks*

@Nmaglit... Thank you. Next story coming up soon.
@kally90... *winks*
@princessadeola... Thanks