She took the mess her bed sheet had become and
proceeded to the bathroom where she dipped the bed
sheet in a bucket of water with some detergent, before
undressing for a bath to get rid of the fluid all over her
body. As the water hit her skin, memories of the rain and
the zombie in the dream running after her came back. She
felt that shiver and fear again and she knew that one
thing was sure, she would never see any movie that had
horrifying details especially if her twin brother
recommended the movie.

As she came out of the bathroom clad in her bathrobe,
she shrieked in fear as she bumped into a creature clad in
overflowing black garments. She was still screaming
when she heard laughter and felt hands touching her
shoulder, here was her brother parading as a monster in
the dawn of the day.

What sort of madness was this? She thought, he must
have figured she was angry because his laughter
suddenly died out.

She ignored him and walked towards her room when he
asked a question that fueled her anger.
“Are you kidding me?” She shouted, how could he ask if
she had any reason to be angry? “You think I have no
right to be mad, first you cajole me to watch that horror
movie and while I’m having a very bad dream you pull a
fast one on me, rendering my favourite bed sheet almost
useless. And you think I have no right to be angry?” She
screamed this time with her face contorted into a
grimace.

“You broke my phone.” Henry replied calmly while folding
his arms together with the black garment roughly tucked
in his arms.

“A mistake it was, people make mistakes and besides I
apologised. You did not have to go this far, I actually
considered smashing your laptop after what you just did
to me but I change my mind.” Henrietta replied while
unlocking the door to her room, she was about to go in
when she continued, “we are going to be nineteen in a
few months, I think maturity is what I should aim for now
and not anymore of this childish pranks.” She concluded
before entering the room.

Henry followed suit, he had only meant this as a prank
although it had been slightly laced with revenge, the
screen of his phone was badly broken and he felt she had
done it on purpose but now he saw his mistake.
“I’m sorry,” he said, “I’m truly sorry, and I’m sorry about
your bed sheet too.” He knew that bed sheet meant a
whole lot to his sister, he had not even considered that
the red watercolour liquid was also going to assault the
sheet. “Please, forgive me.”

“I want to sleep Henry, please excuse me.” She
demanded.

“Henrietta I’m truly sorry, oya I’ll wash the bed sheet. I
promise to get you coldstone and pizza.” Henry
apologised, darn the bed sheet! The only reason he was
uttering all these was because he felt bad about the bed
sheet.

Henrietta could not help but smile, as much as she
wanted to stay angry she found it hilarious that her
brother had offered to wash especially when she knew he
detested washing, and the coldstone and pizza was a
shock too. They were yet to get their allowance from their
father who was out of the country and here he was
making promises.

She raised a brow, “I forgive you not because of what you
just said but because I can sense that you are truly sorry.
But you are not touching that bed sheet, I’ll do the
washing myself.”

Henry smiled but he was hoping she would cancel either
the icecream or the pizza and he extended his hands for a
hug. A gesture she returned before speaking to his ears,
“If you think I’m going to cancel the pizza and coldstone,
then you are definitely dreaming. When do I get it?” She
asked with a mischievous glint as she was still locked in
an embrace with her crazy twin brother.

No matter how crazy he was, she would forever cherish
moments like this were they got to argue and make up
but she wanted no crazy episode like what he had just
put her through. She hugged him tightly and smiled, at
least something good had come out of the whole drama.

Coldstone and pizza!

She was panting heavily as she ran now, there was no
reason to turn back and see how close the zombie was to
her. Just then she felt a thud and a strong grip on her
shoulder, the change in the proximity of her legs to the
floor made her realise she was toast. She closed her
eyes and tried closing her nose from the stench that
oozed out of the zombie’s body, she opened her eyes
when she heard some weird sounds. She nearly fainted
as she had a closer look at the zombie’s face, it was
uglier than what she had seen when she had been farther
from it and she wanted to puke as the zombie reeked of
something she could not explain.

And that was when it happened, the zombie opened it’s
mouth and began to move her frame into it’s huge mouth,
from her head region down to her torso, it guided her
body into it’s mouth like a child would place a lollipop
into his mouth. She was panicking, shouting, kicking and
screaming but that did not change the zombie’s hand
from tucking her left leg which hung at it’s lip into it’s
mouth.

She woke to the screeching sound she had heard and that
was when she realised her mouth was the source of the
scream. Her palms were wet but it did not just stop with
her hands, she could feel liquid droplets cascading every
part of her skin, she had even tasted some of the fluid as
it greeted her lips and that was when her brain cells
froze.

She ran to the section of her room that housed the
standing mirror, she wondered why she was scared to
view her reflection in the mirror, why was it proving
difficult to open her eyes? It seemed her eyelids had
decided to merge and she shivered as she made mental
pictures of what she looked like at that moment.

The only thing she was sure of was the fact that she was
wearing her blue colored pyjamas, every other detail was
no where to be found as she racked her brain. She started
to move her lips in a bid to count like she did whenever
she was tense. Although the effort to count down to ten
was tedious as well, each mutter of the next number from
her lips came with the fierce sharp sound of her heartbeat
and that terrified her even more.

She got to seven when the eyelids chose to get divorced,
and there she sighed as her reflection greeted her. As
much as she did not like the sight that greeted her, she
felt some looseness from the tight hold she had felt in her
chest over the past few minutes.

Here she was drenched in God knows what this liquid
was, she touched her face and her hands came in contact
with a nonuniform blend of her sweat and the red
coloured liquid.

The relief she felt was indescribable, certainly if anyone
had been in her shoes; they would feel the same way she
felt right now. She wondered what would happen if it had
not been a dream.

But then she was confused as to why she would wake up
in the middle of the night looking this way, she retraced
her steps back to her bed and nearly fainted at the mess
her favourite bed sheet had become. She hardly used this
bed sheet, it had been the last gift her best friend Lisa
had given to her before she died from an ailment eighteen
months ago.

This was the last that reminded her of her friend and here
it was stained with the same fluid that she had all over
her skin. She held her heads and screamed as it dawned
on her who the architect of all that befell her was.

She needed no seer to tell her this was her twin brother’s
doing, Henry had finally followed through with the threat
he made after she mistakenly broke the screen of his
android phone. She was sad that he chose a moment like
this to get back to her, she would have laughed over this
had she not had such a terrifying dream and right now all
Henrietta wished for was to smash his laptop’s screen
but she knew it would not still amount to the emotional
torture she had just gone through.

https://stefikalinspires./2015/03/21/bed-sheet-palava-a-short-story/

Hi, how’s the weekend going?
Okay so after sleeping for barely two hours between
yesterday night and this morning because of the test I
had to prepare for in school this morning. My eyes are
heavy, but then after a short nap (and yeah thanks, my
test in school today was fine), I decided to try something
new. I once told a friend I wanted to write morbid, you
know something new. And I got to work, I don’t think it’s
as perfect as I’d have loved but for a first time attempt at
something new, I’d just chill with a bottle of cold malt
and applaud myself. *winks*
Read, share and most importantly tell me what you think.
Enjoy!


BED SHEET PALAVA

She almost stumbled as she ran, she heard laughter from
the faceless bodies that chased her. She found it strange
that the bodies had heads but no facial organ, no eyes, no
ears, and here they were laughing and making silly
sounds even when they had no mouth. She was panting
heavily and she could feel fatigue tearing at her joints but
there was no stopping.

The creatures chasing her looked like there were more
than twenty of them and here she was the victim of the
attack with no means of self-defense, she heard one of
them give a shout more like an order and she was forced
to stop when she realised that the creatures were no
longer chasing her.

Stopping to catch her breath, she tried to decipher what
the lead creature could be telling them, she knew she
was supposed to find a place to hide but where she was a
simply big field of which she had no idea where the start
was neither did she know the end. The rustling sound she
heard broke into her thoughts, she opened her mouth in
dismay as the creatures jumped into the belly of the
creature who had been ordering them intially. They kept
jumping into the stomach while the creature who seemed
to be swallowing the others contorted it’s face, she could
not tell what expression it wore but it was a blend of pain
and excitement. She was scared, the pain she assumed
was because of the speed with which the others were
rushing into it’s belly but the excitement she found
disturbing.

She started to run, she had no idea what was going to
happen but she knew it was certainly not going to be
pleasant, she could feel a sharp pain in her chest, she
wondered if she could run any longer. Just then she
heard a loud explosion and turned to see the that the
creature had finished swallowing the others and was
beginning to grow in size, it seemed like it was swelling
and the form was changing to what seemed like a
zombie.

She watched as it grew to about thirty times her height,
the facial features which were once absent were
beginning to emerge even though the forms were uglier
than what was seen in the average human.

She started running again this time with more confusion
than ever, how was she supposed to escape this gigantic
zombie in this field? Suddenly she heard a clap of thunder
and the field got darker than it had been a couple of
minutes, she looked up to see the dark clouds when it
began to rain almost immediately.

Now she could hear the footsteps of the giant zombie as
it approached, she was drenched from the rain, tired from
the incessant running, hungry, disgusted by the gruesome
sight she had seen of the faceless creatures some
minutes ago and now she was afraid of what could
happen if the zombie got a hold of her.

DEllaluv:


na u b d boss,okwa very big boss. And u dey uphold d title wella,mehn,u gat talent

Very big wetin? Biko oooo... how you dey na?

Dyoungstar:
I have a punishment for you.

It's called as.s whining.

Ah! Ejooor, ayam sorry sir.

popeshemoo:
stefikatu?.........is this you.....#washes face with urine#......OK
..its you......how have yu been...visited your blog...u don't update there often either....saw ur aplolgy letter ...its nyc to have yu back

It is kuku me oooo, pope wa. How have you been?

DEllaluv:
Wonderful


e don tey o

Ella my boss... Ke kwanu?

gbemi514:
A standing ovation 4 d beautiful story....it kept flowin on and on....love it[i][/i]

Thanks Gbemi

vonn:
Woah!!!!!! Stefikal!!!!!!
Missed you soooo much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hi Vonn, thanks for checking up on me too...

SexySapphire:
Is this for real? Stefikal truly back!!! Wow...good to have you back. Hope you aren't leaving us anytime soon? Missed you like seriously. I was even thinking you've gotten married and started a family, so you don't have time again. Nice having you back.

Married? Lolzzz... No oooo, I hope not to leave anytime soon. Thanks

TemitopeDaniel:
Stefikal!!!!!!!!! I have missed u like...! Was on your blog to check you out but found the last post updated to have spent many months.. if not years there. Wao! I miss u gaaaan oh..

Boss mi... No mind me jawe, a lot of things choked me up... Eseun

KingzPen:

Stefikal? Where in Saturn have you been? Missed you much Dear...
Happy to have you back... And abeg who is the Baba panelbeating our work? Name pls...

Boss twale, se ko wale? I've been to London. Here's the link to his facebook page, his name is Otunba or something https://m.facebook.com/otunba.adewole1?ref=content_filter

Hameenat94:
Who I'm I seeing? Pls tell me d truth.... Are u BACK? I missed u lyk....

Queening:
hw r u....plz tell me u r back 4 good

I'm good Queen...
I guess I can say that

D9ty7:

Walahi, I missed you too. I don't know about others o

toykathy:
welcome back dearie, so happy u came bk. Wen are u resuming our story?

Hey Toyin, thanks for all the times you checked up on me. My phone was bad, just fixed it.

Hameenat94:
Who I'm I seeing? Pls tell me d truth.... Are u BACK? I missed u lyk....

Lolzzz... I'm back schweedie... Missed you too.

Queening:
hw r u....plz tell me u r back 4 good

I'm good Queen...
I guess I can say that

D9ty7:

Walahi, I missed you too. I don't know about others o

Duro padi mi, o to jo meta...

Is KingzPen still on here? A guy on my facebook list seems to be plagiarising his story and some other stories e.g Tge Drummer Boy, don't know if it was written by a Nairalander too...

Queening:
hw r u....plz tell me u r back 4 good

I'm good Queen...
I guess I can say that

Make peace with my parents topping the chart, confess everything to Funmi, be a better brother to my siblings, a better person to all around me.

I would be a better Anthony.

Wait!

I forgot two things, I would study well for the test I had next week and most importantly I'd take my pills.

I did not want this kind of drama in the near future.

THE END.




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And that was not the only problem, her boyfriend was cheating on her. You might be wondering why I chose to keep Funmi in the dark, the thing is Funmi's mum is a single parent who had issues with Funmi's father and Funmi does not totally like the idea of relationships, she got into this relationship because of her friends and she has mentioned that whenever she discovers that her boo is cheating on her, she would sign out of everything that had to do with relationships. She would either remain celibate for life or would end up being a single mother like her mother.
Now where does that leave me? Funmi would not date me or any other person and I wanted to marry this girl.

The reason her scum of a boyfriend who happens to be a third year student of my school is cheating on her is simply because he is a dog who can not control himself although he likes to blame it on the fact that Funmi insists on maintaining her virginity.

If I die, how do I confess my feelings and the secrets to Funmi? I know she'd be pissed that I kept the secret about her cheating boyfriend from her but at least she deserves to know.

What about my siblings? I still had a lot to teach Bimpe and Michael, at least as their big brother I still had to protect Bimpe from guys who would do anything just to scavenge innocent females, well even if Bimpe is not innocent, I still have to try and protect her, right?

And Michael still had lots to learn from his big brother. I just could not die.

'You think you can not die, but what if this is your last night? What if that bread and tea was your last meal? What if you left without graduating? What if you slept and never woke?' My subconscious continued.

Now this was crazy! I shrieked and clunged my pillow to my chest, mum would ask me to pray in situations like this. "Lord forgive me for every sin, the times I lied, cheated, bragged, hated, kept malice, every bad thing I have done please forgive me and Lord give me long life, that I live long to see my grandchildren and to make my parents proud in Jesus name." I quickly prayed.

Everything is dark, I have no idea what is going on. I feel light, my head feels light but it's still dark. I smell something but I can't figure out what it is. Someone touches me and I hear mutterings.

What was happening? Why was I perceiving the smell of mammalian skin being roasted? Was I in hell? Was I dead? Who touched me? Why was I not given a second chance? I felt like crying when I summoned courage to ask.

"Please, where am I?"

"London," came the reply.

London? How could London smell like animal skin was being burnt? And how did I get to London from my crowded room in Nigeria?

I got a tap on my shoulder, "Ode, wake up jare. London ko! Liberia ni." Tunde shouted while laughing.

I opened my eyes to find my roommates around me. I saw Jimoh and two other guys eating suya, so that was the roasted smell I had smelt.

I felt stupid, "good morning," I greeted while trying to sit up, I felt so weak that sitting up was such a big deal.

"Aboki, it's 7pm. We were scared you would never wake from your sleep." One of the guys replied.

What? 7pm? I took my phone and checked the time, it was truly a few minutes past seven. I had slept for over twelve hours. My headache was gone, and my nose felt dry too. The smell of the suya was getting stronger and all I wanted to do was chew as many pieces that would grace my mouth.

"Please give me suya," I begged.

The guys laughed before I was handed the suya wrapper containing about four pieces of meat with onions and pepper, I ate it hurriedly and somewhere in my heart I knew the appetite lacking Anthony was gone and the food monger was back.

I beamed with smiles as I looked at the guys in my room while thanking them for the suya, they probably would think I was excited because of the food but I knew better.

I was excited because I did not have to worry about things I should have done before I died, there and then I was going to do it all.

They understand and that was why mum would always insist that the nurses give me an injection instead, I have taken more paracetamol injections in my life than I have swallowed paracetamol tablets. Call me weird but I remain Anthony.

I checked the time to discover that it is midnight already and I was yet to sleep, I really needed to sleep, I want to but it seemed as if my body had gotten used to the late nights I used to keep, not sleeping meant I was not giving my body the opportunity to rest.

I thought I had enough problems but my woes were only beginning, the thoughts that came knocking were all it took to aggravate the situation.

Calm down, I will tell you.

These were thoughts that were more or less questions, it was as if someone was firing these bulleted questions into my head and heart simultaneously and you guessed right, it worsened my headache while equally frightening me.

The thoughts or rather the questions were such that they made me dread sleep at that moment. Need I remind you that my headache had not exactly worsened or alleviated, as far as I was concerned it was still the same. Imagine while having a headache as severe as mine and the best thing your subconscious does is to make you wonder if this isn't your last night on earth.

Sounds silly but if you were in my shoes you'd discover it's albeit frightening, as in a truck load of scary shit.

What if I slept and never woke up?

That was the question that kept ringing in my head as I struggled with my headache and insomnia.

Now tell me how that question would not frighten me? Especially when I knew I was this ill.

I smiled and covered my face with my palms, it was impossible for me to die, come on! Let's face facts. I was just twenty, still an undergraduate, not yet married, had no children yet, was yet to fly in an airplane, yet to build my own house, had no car, had not gotten my Ph.D and I could go on and on.

I still had dreams so this was definitely not my last night on earth, but my subconscious was crazier than I thought and was quick to list about five youths who had died without even making it to the university, it did not stop there but had gone on to mention other folks in my university who had died including a final year student who died three months after he graduated with a first class.

So what made me think I could not die? my subconscious finally quizzed. I shivered at the thought, dying was not an option at the moment. I still had a lot of unfinished business.

If I died, that meant I would die without having ever reconciled with mum and dad, I had been keeping malice with them ever since dad and mum introduced me to their new partners barely two months after they decided to get a divorce, I had been angry that dad was now seeing Mrs Amao who had taught me mathematics back in secondary school but that anger had graduated into fury when mum also introduced Mr Fawehinmi my economics teacher as her date. I had stopped talking to both of them ever since and thank goodnes I still got my allowance but I could not remember the last time I conversed with my parents, either through the phone or on physical terms.

I certainly did not want to die without asking for my parents forgiveness and pleading that they come back together.

Secondly there was Funmi. Remember when I said my relationship was complicated? Well Funmi happens to be my friend, she's in my school but I'm a year ahead of her and she's studying pharmacy.

I like Funmi, not in the usual way you like all your friends but you know how you like someone of the opposite sex. I'm not speaking lust here, I like this girl so much that I practically daydream that we get married and give birth to twins. Adorable twins that have my cheeks and have her eyes. But that's not the problem, the problem was that Funmi had a boyfriend.

Okay, I might have exaggerated and maybe not, what made it more annoying was the fact that the edges of my nostrils were becoming sore, there were times that I would blow into the tissue after so much discomfort only to be greeted by a little dampness and I mean very minute. Now how would anyone sleep if they had catarrh this bad?

Did I mention that my suspicion was confirmed later during the day? I guess I did not. During the period where I had decided to charge my phone as my eyes could not tolerate the light from the screen which was worsening the headache, Tunde had walked into the room and I had seized that moment to thank my benefactor. Come on! Free lunch and free medication from someone who was not obligated to such duties? The dude deserved a thank you. After I had thanked him and chipped in some prayers, Tunde had merely laughed before replying, "Oga better get quick on time and then you'll refund my money."

I had almost shouted, 'Mo so na,' translated as 'I thought as much'. There was no way this roommate and classmate of mine would have transformed to be so nice.

Back to the present, as I threw the used tissue paper into the drug nylon that had become the recipient of the used tissues, I took a look at the time on my phone, it was almost midnight and I still had not slept.

Okay, unlike my other roommates who slept and woke up later in the morning and I mean really early in the mornings, I was a late sleeper. So anyone would wonder why I was bothered by the fact that I had not been able to sleep. Whenever I slept by one am then it meant I had gone to bed early, my usual sleeping time was between two am and four am and those were the periods my roommates chose to wake from their slumber. The reason I was worried about my sleeplessness was because I knew I was under the weather and adding insomnia to the other issues I was still battling with was not such a nice picture.

I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, I was not going to think about anything this time, I was not going to give the catarrh disturbing me an audience, all I was going to do was sleep.

If you're probably waiting for me to tell you how lovely my sleep was and describe the kind of dreams I had, then you might want to have a rethink as I was yet to sleep.

Closing my eyes for some minutes had been cool but keeping the thoughts away had not been fairly easy. I had spent God knows how long trying to sleep and yet I had not gotten to sleep. My head was still pounding and I had eventually resorted to taking care of the catarrh.

What kind of illness was this that would not even allow me sleep? I did not want this kind of experience ever again, I could not talk or gist with people due to the soreness I felt in my throat, I could not chat with friends on my bbm and whatsapp, I could not even browse the internet and access my favourite websites because my eyes and my phone screen were not on speaking terms at the moment. I was finding it difficult to eat, I had managed to eat the remaining slices of bread earlier in the evening. Who would believe that Anthony was having difficulties eating few slices of bread? I don't mean to brag but I had singlehandedly finished a big loaf of bread, you know those big loaf of slice bread they sell in almost every supermarket and stall in Nigeria. Okay, maybe I just bragged but seriously I once finished it when my younger brother had dared me, Michael had claimed that I could not finish it but I had proved him wrong when I ate everything even the malnourished slice commonly called 'ipako' used to cover or protect the other healthy slices.

So imagine someone who had made such a feat and balanced it with a chilled bottle of coke struggling to eat seven slices of bread. Seven slices! I really feel like crying. If you think food is what hurts me more, you got another one coming. It's the nauseating pills that I have to take for the next two days, nobody understands my hatred for drugs except my family.

I shrieked as I discovered Tunde had also gotten paracetamol tablets, Oh no! I took out two tablets and placed them in the metallic spoon I had used in drinking tea, on adding some water, I ensured I made a solution of the tablets before gulping my very own paracetamol syrup, I used the remaining water in the satchet to clean up every medicinal debris from my mouth.

There was no motivation to shout eureka this time. All that mattered was that the pills were in my system. I unlocked my phone to view the time, eight hours later would be approximately 8:30pm, eight hours where I would have to face the ordeal of swallowing more pills.

-NINE HOURS LATER-

You're probably wondering how I spent the last nine hours, well I'd give you briefings on that. I tried sleeping but the catarrh and headache made it impossible, so let's just say I've been awake ever since but that's not just it. I think my fever has subsided but I'm still cold, the catarrh is still there and the headache. Oh! I just can't describe how frustrating it is.

I've received calls from a few friends, how they got to know I was sick still remains a mystery to me? I tried chatting on my phone but the light from the screen worsened the situation and I had left the phone connected to the charger ever since.

So what had I done in the past nine hours? A lot of reflections, on my life, so much details I do not think you'd be interested in. But there is certainly one detail I'd love you to know, I had been scared and had dreaded 8:30pm, somehow I had wished the clock would just skip that time but alas it came and I had to take the medicines again.

Unfortunately for me, Tunde and my other nine roommates were in the room. Yes you read right, we are eleven. Now eleven is not the big deal, but it becomes a big deal when eleven students share a room that is meant to accommodate four students and it becomes a bigger deal when the room is so small and at the same time infested with bedbugs.

Why did I refer to my roommates presence as a misfortune? Because Tunde had reminded me of the drugs at 8pm, and I had told him I'd take them thirty minutes later. The trouble however was that all of them excluding Jimoh who had been reading his Quran had reminded me when it was exactly 8:30pm. How was I supposed to just take the pills when I had them staring at me like that? I had intentionally lied that I had no drinking water and one of the guys had handed me a satchet of water. I felt like a sheep being taken to the slaughter, those moments will be forever be engraved in my head. I certainly would not forget them in a hurry, the few minutes the three tablets had spent in my mouth had felt like several hours of torture but I had eventually swallowed the pills and the guys had not even hailed me. Did they really think this was not a big deal?

Later that night as I struggled to sleep. Yes! I said it, struggled. Because it was truly a struggle. My head still ached, it had probably worsened as I had been unable to sleep during the day, the catarrh was still there. The plus however was that I was no longer cold and I had no fever.

I took a glance at my room and observed as my roommates slept on the floor with the difficulty of spotting a free space on the floor, nobody used the top bunks and the beds on the lowerbunks were usually shared by two people while the others slept on the mattresses which lay on the floor. Today nobody was sharing the bed with me, they were probably being nice since I was sick or they were probably avoiding the chances of me ruining their night by throwing up while asleep.

Talk about being asleep, it was not seeming easy. I had closed my eyes severally trying to cajole myself to sleep but it had been difficult. I had exhausted the second tissue roll I had bought earlier during the day because of this catarrh and over the past ten minutes I had practically blown my nose up to twenty times.

dammygoody:
Oh!!Stefikal!!!!



**removes palms ** We've missed you too

Thanks Dammy but honestly she still feels shy, scratch that.

She feels terrible

It was not the usual bang, bang, bang that I had experienced once in a while over the past few months. This headache was certainly different and threatened to destroy any male ego I had left, it was a combination of bangs, vibrations, thumps and any other sound that exacerbated my brain cells plight.

It was so bad that I could not make conversation with my roommates, Tunde had asked earlier if I was hungry and I had struggled to provide him with a reply, not that I did not have a reply but I had been shocked. Tunde asking if I wanted to eat? Truth be told, I was hungry but then I had no appetite, I did not understand how I felt hungry but did not find any meal fascinating, it was not as if I had all the meals to my disposal anyways.

Tunde had eventually gotten me bread and tea that afternoon and that had been a greater shocker. The tea I had consumed with much ease but it had been a great struggle trying to take the bread, this was not me. My mother certainly would find it unbelievable if she saw me struggling to finish just seven slices of bread, my head pounded the more as I thought of my mother, now is not a good time to go into details on that.

I had an empty cup before me and five slices of bread, okay not technically five but more or less four and half when Tunde entered and threw a nylon at me which landed directly in front of my face. I was about to find out what the content was even though somewhere in my mind I had sniffed it already.

Here's another thing I forgot to mention, I hate drugs, even the nicest of them like the orange coloured vitamin C did not appeal to me. And what made it worse was the fact that I could smell these substances and they made me sick.

Tunde's voice broke into my thoughts, "Take the drug when you finish eating, the pharmacist said you'll take another tablet today eight hours after."

As much as I did not like the idea of swallowing pills, I mouthed a "thank you," to my roommate who was strangely being generous.

"Just do and get well soon. Remember you have a test nextweek friday." Tunde said.

What? I shrieked and I don't know how it connected with my central nervous system but it worsened the headache. I had totally forgotten the test, I've omitted several important information that you need to know.

Who am I?

I am Anthony Fiyinfoluwa Akinyemi, the first child of my parents who currently decided to get divorced, I'm a medical student studying pharmacology and currently in my second year.

My relationship status?

Well it's complicated, complicated is even a mild word to describe what my relationship entails.

Let's forget my personal information and get back on track, shall we?

Now where were we?

The test!

We actually wrote this test last week but it had been a terrible case of 'F over the board'. I had scored eight marks out of thirty while the highest had been twelve over thirty. The course coordinator had decided to show the class mercy by having a rerun of the test and he had basically threatened those who would score lower than sixty percent. Trust me! You do not want to know what the threat was.

To study well for the test, I had to be fit and healthy. I opened the nylon and brought out the pack of Lonart. I scrunched my nose in disgust as the torture of the pills going into my mouth came knocking. I took out a tablet and closed my eyes while imagining different possible pleasant scenarios that would make the herculean task before me simplified.

It was not working. I opened the pure water satchet and gulped a little. Even water tasted strange as the droplets greeted my tongue, I threw the tablet in with the small quantity of water left in my mouth before adding more water, after finishing one satchet of pure water, to my utter dismay I discovered I had not swallowed the tablet. I sniffed the catarrh that was gathering at my nostrils before stretching to get a new satchet of water in front of my locker.

This time I had almost drank half when I realised I had swallowed the pill.

Eureka!

It took a great deal of courage to login to Nairaland after so many years. Ignore the hyperbole but it's been ages and everything around this forum seems a little bit different.

To my friends, I can't mention names but the truth is I'm ashamed for neglecting you. Despite that some wonderful people went out of their way to check up on me.

Sometime in December, someone asked if I had stopped writing. How could I? Lolzzz, this is something I love and I do not see myself stopping anytime soon. January came and I resolved to be better and then there was the blast, my phone crashed.

The remaining part of 'Meant To Be' which I had started including a new novel I started this year is out of my phone and the only backup I have is on a friend's laptop but she's out of town.

Just got my phone back today from repairs and I thought it necessary to post my last work here on Nairaland. Where my life as a writer all began.

Enjoy!

D9ty7:

So stefikal just decided to avoid Nairaland like a plague? Not even visiting occassionally and droping comments? The tsunami really got to her.

*facepalms* It took a lot of courage to finally login. I've missed everyone

Episode 52 on the blog

http://stefikalinspires./2014/07/29/meant-to-be-episode-fifty-two/

-32-

“What?” she shouted while nearly jumping out of the bed, “Why would you tell him that?” she questioned.

He looked at her and could not find his voice for a few seconds, why was she acting like this? Was it that she could not picture them ever dating? Or was she just worried that her brother would be angry or something?

“I really don’t see why you are taking it serious, it’s not like it’s true.” he replied while concluding his statement with a ‘yet’ in his head. Even though they were not dating, he still hoped they would get to that point.

“What are you saying now? So you just told him that you are my boyfriend and you expect me to applaud you without even knowing the reason for your actions?” she spoke quite fast that he could not tell if she was displeased, disappointed or angry.

“I just want to know why you did it, at least I know we are not dating and I know you to be very sensible. Forgive me if I sound overly emotional right now.” she continued.

He smiled, how could he not be attracted to her when she always knew the right things to say? He was glad she was not angry but merely confused.

“Talk jare and stop grinning like what I don’t know.” she frowned playfully.
“Don’t mind me, but I did it to help us.” Ore explained.

“Help us?” she asked.
“Yes! Your problem is my problem you know.” he explained.
She smiled, “Now you’re just the sweetest guy I’ve ever met.” she teased while playfully hitting him on his hand.

“Oya explain now.” she persisted.
“Haba! So you can’t still figure out why I did that?” he asked, how could she not figure it yet or was she playing around with him?

“To be frank, my brain is on sleep mode at the moment. I can’t process so many information as it is.” She teased.
He laughed, “sleep mode my foot. Okay how do you think your brother would have felt if you had told him your experiences and then he finds it hard to link you to a guy.” he explained while holding her hands, “He would be tempted to believe you were truly involved in lesbianism.”

She nodded and smiled, “Thank you. I think I get what you are saying now, but since he thinks you are truly my boyfriend he would believe me more.”

“Exactly,” he affirmed.
“Thank you Ore, I owe you big time. Thank you for everything, I really don’t know how I can repay you now.” she said while still beaming with smiles.

“Well, you can start by giving me a hug.” he blurted before he could stop the words, he could not remember the last time he had hugged her.

“Okay,” she replied while extending her hands.

He inched closer to her on the bed and held her in a tight embrace.

Something he had been dying to do for long.

————

She tossed around her bed for the umpteenth time that day, sleeping for too long had not even done her any good. She still felt weak from crying too much.

She was happy that Chuks and Femi had not suspected her crying yesterday when she returned to the car else she probably would have lot of explanations to do.

She unlocked her phone and checked her facebook account, she had a message in her inbox.

*Hey girfriend,
I’ve been trying to reach you for ages. Abeg accept my friend request.
My brother’s wedding is coming up in two weeks time and I would love if you could be present.
My brother has even been disturbing me to reach you, he says it’s been long he heard from you.
Do reply when you get this message.
Dara Solake.

Princess smiled and accepted her friend request, Dara had been her classmate in school and her elder brother Timi had been a good mentor to her before he left secondary school and travelled abroad.

He had coached her and other juniors in SS1 on mathematics and he had particularly taken interest in her as he claimed she was exceptionally brilliant.

She had lost contact with him when he travelled abroad for his university education and was particularly excited at the prospects of seeing him again.

She typed her reply to Dara informing her she would be present at the wedding, she equally asked her to send her details on the venue and time.

It was when she sent the message that she became worried, the source of her worry was not far fetched.

There was every possibility that Kenny and Princewill would be in attendance.

———–

He placed the ringing phone close to his ear, why was it taking her forever to pick the call? He dialled her number for the fifth time and heaved a sigh of relief when she picked the call.

“Hello Titi,” he spoke quickly into the phone, “I’m confused oh. You really need to hear the whole story and help me out.”
“Ehn? Ki lon so?” (What? What are you saying?)

What? He checked his phone to check the number he had dialled, of course it was Titi’s, how come maami had picked the call? He placed the phone close to his ear and said,

“Maami?”
“Femi, emi noni.” (Femi, it is me.)
“Ibo ni Titi wa?” (Where is Titi?) he asked. He was scared already, Titi had complained about complications the last time they spoke, could it be that something was wrong?

--------

She looked at him while trying to catch her breath,
“Now what was that for?” she asked, at least she had explained why she slapped him.

“That was for…” he stopped, “don’t worry about it. Please lets go somewhere and talk.” he begged.
“Why don’t you complete your statement first?”

“I came back, truth is I really never left. When my friends insulted me and asked me to come fight for you, I discovered you were with another man. It broke my heart.” he gulped.

Sandra looked at him, she had no idea what to say to him. Was he expecting her not to move on after he left without an explanation?

“The reason I kissed you now is because I felt jealous anytime I saw you kiss him in public.” he explained while still holding her hands.

“So you were stalking me the whole time?” she asked.
“Yes.” he replied.
She withdrew her hands from his and said, “I never expected you to be such a chicken. I’m disappointed.”

And with that she walked out of his office, regretting that she had come there in the first place.

The only thing she had no regrets whatsoever for was the kiss they shared.

————

They were holding hands and discussing in low tones when Femi barged into the room.
Dami had been scared that he was angry at her, she however managed to ask,

“Brother Femi, what is wrong?”
“I’m going to Ilorin tomorrow, when I get back we’ll finalise this discussion.” he replied while wearing a disturbed look.

“Ilorin?” Ore asked, “do you stay in Ilorin?”
Dami jumped out of the bed and approached her brother.
“Aunty Titi? What’s wrong with her?” she asked ignoring Ore’s question, that was the only member of the family based in Ilorin and she was worried that something was wrong.

“Don’t get worried, I believe all is fine. I just have to be there.”
“But I’m worried, you went out few minutes ago looking fine and now you’re looking distressed.” she countered.

“Remember the doctor asked you to rest, you’d be doing everyone a favour if you stay safe. You don’t want maami getting worried, do you?” he asked.

She nodded in defeat, “please greet aunty Titi for me.”
“I will, you just stay safe and concentrate on your studies. The doctor is discharging you today.”

“Ore, please take care of her and you both should not try anything nasty.” he instructed.
“Yes sir,” Ore replied with a mock salute.

He hugged Dami, “Bye. I’ll call you.”

While driving back to his house his mind was filled with worry about Titi, maami had not dived into details but had simple given him a clue that terrified him.

As soon as he got home, he would pack few shirts and trousers and head for the bus park. There was no point using his car on such a trip as he was not familiar with the landmarks.

The statement maami had made kept on ringing in his head as he was stuck in traffic. ‘She’s been in surgery since 4am.” It was almost 11am and he was dying out of worry.

As soon as the traffic light turned green, he drove with great speed that he had never tried ever since he started driving.

He was approaching his apartment when he decided to call maami and inform her of his journey.

He made the call and parked his car while locking it hurriedly.
He was about to unlock the door to his flat when he got the shocker of his life.

The door had been unlocked, how on earth could it be? Had someone broken into his apartment? Or did he forget to unlock it himself?

————

“How was it?” she questioned with much eagerness that he was tempted to laugh.
He gave her a peck on her cheeks and sat on a chair in her shop.

He had come to her shop rather than going home since she had informed him she was going to work.

“You did not even welcome me but just jumped into questioning.” he joked and laughed.
“I’m sorry but I’m simply worried. Welcome, what did my father say to you? What did you discuss?” she asked again.

“Ah! Omo!” he exclaimed, “come here,” she came close to him and he allowed her sit on his laps.
“Your father loves you and he is only worried about your well-being.” he explained.

She leaned her head on his shoulder and said, “I know but I want you both to become friends, thats all.”
“Time will take care of that, he actually called me to know when I would come to ask for your hand in marriage.”

She raised her head and looked at him, “we don’t have money for that now. What did you tell him?”
“I told him I have it in mind and he won’t have to wait any longer.” He replied while hugging her, “I’m thinking of calling Sandra and asking for her forgiveness but I don’t know how to go about it.”

“You’ve been postponing this matter for too long. Why don’t you call her now?” Omoye suggested while looking at him in the face.

“What? Now?” he asked, calling her was not as easy as it sounded.

“Yes, call her now.”

-31-

He kept staring at her with his mouth wide open, he was short of words and all he could do was really keep on staring.

Talk about being dumbstruck, how could his sister have gone through all that and no member of the family had been able to figure it out. Teenagers were truly complicated species, he closed his mouth as he noticed the weird look on Ore’s face.

“Wait oh,” he eventually got a hold of himself, “so you mean to tell me that all this while, you…you’ve been…infact, I don’t even know.” he said while stammering repeatedly.

“No, no, no,” Femi kept on repeating, he was totally caught off guard. He had kept on imagining different ordeals while on his way to the hospital only to hear a different story.

If she had told him a cult guy was disturbing her, he would have believed it instantly. Any other story but this lesbian tale she came up with, he almost believed her but doubts had stepped in when he recalled she said it had started when she was in secondary school.

The Dami he knew was very emotional, how she had managed to hide such from the entire family baffled him. Perhaps that was why she was going through the ‘emotional stress’ the doctor spoke about, the burdens of being the butt of such scandals at a tender age had finally broken her down.

He looked at her and Ore before excusing himself, he had to talk to Titi, as far as he was concerned his brain had temporarily shut down.

Dami nodded and looked at Ore who was sitting across her as if his face would provide her with courage, Ore simply smiled back and nodded slightly.

A gesture that opened her eyes to the beauty of friendship.

———

“Faster,” she ordered.
“Madam easy, if I speed pass this one e no go good like that now,” the okada man tried to explain.

“Sha dey go,” she said, she had to get to Muyiwa’s place before she lost the courage she had summoned to make this trip.

The question ‘how dare he?’ was all that had kept on repeating in her head since yesterday. If not for anything at all, had he not seen movies where lovers fought to be by each other even when there were oppositions?

How could he just chicken out simply her father had instructed him to do so? She was still a little bit angry at her father but she knew deep within her that she was angry at everything, from Muyiwa to her father to Fola who had obviously abandoned her.

She signalled to the okada man to stop in front of Muyiwa’s company. She had frequented this place so much in the past that it seemed as if yesterday was the last time she came there.

She walked into the office complex and entered the elevator, his office was on the twentieth floor. She was the only occupant in the elevator and memories of them making out once in that same elevator came knocking, they had been interrupted by a security official and she had been so embarrased back then.

The ding of the elevator broke into her thoughts and the same security personnel came into the elevator. Unconsciously she burst into laughter which earned an ‘are you okay?’ look from the man.

She smiled and quickly apologised, just when she had been reminiscing on old times. She quickly reminded herself that she had a mission to fulfill.

She came out of the elevator on getting to the twentieth floor, she waved at the secretary and quickly mouthed a silent “He’s expecting me.”

It was still the same old secretary, the secretary gave her a thorough scutiny. She panicked within her, could it be that the lady could no longer recognise her?

“Madam,” the secretary smiled, “I knew I had seen your face before. Long time, you just stopped visiting. Let me tell oga you’re here.” she concluded while picking up the phone.

“No, no, no.” Sandra quickly signalled to stop her, “I told him I’d come today but I didn’t state the time. I want to surprise him, please do not ruin it.” she pleaded with the best puppy face she could make.

The secretary smiled and signalled her to go ahead. She approached the office and held his door knob in her hands while taking a deep breath, she really hoped she could pull this through.

She opened the door a nd saw him making a phone call while facing his window, he turned to see the intruder and informed the caller to expect his call later.

Approching her like she was a mirage who could disappear any minute he asked, “Sandra, is this really you? I wasn’t expecting you.”

“That’s the game plan. You asked for it and I’m here to follow it to the last letter.” she poured out like an actress who had carefully learnt her lines.

He stared at her still in shock but her next course of action was one that increased the shock tremendously.

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“Is it that bad that you don’t even know our compound, na wa oh.” Omoye’s father exclaimed while returning to the bench where he had been sitting.

Osagie rubbed his palm against his chin and apologised, “I’m sorry.” He had been carried away in his thoughts and had not realised he had passed the building till he heard his name being called.

Now his father-in-law would think he was a jerk.
He followed the man who had already sat comfortably on the bench and stood beside him.

“E better make you siddon oh,” Mr Victor Snr. instructed.
Osagie sat on the bench and greeted him formally, they had started off on a wrong foot already and he would try as much to right these for Omoye and his son’s sake.

“I know you think I’m a wicked person, na you sabi oh. I’m not ready to change your opinion,” the man spoke first.

“But ever since you put my daughter in the family way and eventually had her to yourself. Haven’t you ever thought of coming to at least apologise to her parents?” He continued while staring hard at Osagie.

Osagie had no idea what terrified him about this man, maybe it was the dream he had about him threatening to shoot him sometime ago.
“I’m sorry about that sir,” he apologised.

“You just dey talk sorry sorry since.” he snapped, “see I’m doing this because I want the best for my daughter. I know she loves you and I’ve realised that I can’t fight against that anymore.”

Osagie stared at his prospective father-in-law with mixed feelings. Was there some latent hope in his last statement? Was it possible that he and this man would ever become friends?

“The main reason I asked you to see me is because I want to hear it from your own lips?” the man continued without changing the direction of his gaze, Osagie’s face.

“When are you coming to do the needful?”

————

“That’s the game plan. You asked for it and I’m here to follow it to the last letter.” she poured out like an actress who had carefully learnt her lines.

He stared at her still in shock but her next course of action was one that increased the shock tremendously.

“What?” he screamed with his hands on his face, “What was that for?”
She gave a weak smile, “That’s for leaving me for the past three years without an explanation.”

“I’m…” His speech was interrupted by another slap that greeted him on his cheeks.

“Sandra!” he screamed while panting, what was with the sequential slaps? He wondered what that was for, the look he gave her told her he needed an explanation.

She rubbed her palms slightly and sniffed before answering, “That was for coming back and just claiming to want and miss me.”

“But it’s the truth.” he said, his throat was becoming clogged by the pain he felt both from the slaps and his heart which was almost shattered.

————-

She smiled again, if only he knew she was not yet done with him. She still felt the bond they had once shared and in a way it did not feel wrong trusting the words that fell from his mouth.

Her hands were beginning to hurt her already but she was determined to stick to her game plan. She made to hit him again across the face but he was quick to grab her hands while shoving her roughly against the wall.

“Please stop,” he shouted, “It hurts. What was that supposed to be for?” he asked while breathing frantically.

She was panting too, she had not been close to him this way ever since he disappeared. She stared at his lips and his ears which she had always told him she adored.

The movement of his lips tempted her to unite hers with his, but doing that would make her look desperate for his touch although she knew she was really desperate for it. She closed her eyes to resist the urge while replying him.

“That was supposed to be for you still making my heart beat this way after all this time.” she confessed, there was no point hiding it anymore.

She waited for him to say something but her ears were only welcomed by the sound of her heart beating in synchrony with his.

“I’m going to do something now too.” he spoke while speaking in low tones.
She wondered what it was and did not have to think too much when the warmth of h is lips greeted hers. He pressed against her while kissing her with all his being, she did not bother to fight it.

She had afterall thought about it before, she felt his grip tighten against her waist as he drew her closely to himself while using his tongue to fight hers.

It was a war between their mouths, she had missed this feeling. It felt as if she was learning the basics to kiss again, she allowed his tongue free entrance into her mouth while tugging at his shirt unconsciously.

She had no idea if allowing him to kiss her and kissing him back was the right thing to do, but all she knew was that she was discarding common sense.

She kissed him back with the same energy and simply allowed him kiss her senseless.

-30-

“Aunty Princess,” she knew that voice anywhere. She turned to see Kike coming out of the store beaming with smiles.
“How are you Kike?” she greeted, the last time she saw her was at the library and the girl was looking elegant even prettier than her wicked sister Kenny.

“I’m fine oh, you never even bothered to call again ever since I gave you my phone number.” Kike pouted while slinging the shopping bag she carried over her shoulder.

“Don’t mind me jawe, when are you going to school?” she asked.
“Next month.” Kike replied, “have you seen my sister since you got back?” she asked, the girl was probably unaware that she and Kenny were not in good terms.

“No, greet her for me. I’ll talk to you later” Princess smiled and was about to walk away, the mention of Kenny made her feel like throwing up and she knew the smile she wore was a fake one.

“Why don’t you greet me personally?” What? Was Kenny eavesdropping all the while? She turned to meet the devil herself standing in front of her.
“Our tomboy,” Kenny laughed, “You really are rocking this your lifestyle oh.” she laughed again.

Princess wanted to say something but it was as if a rope had been used to tie her throat, she wished she could stand up to this biatch who was always making her feel like shi.t.

Even if it would happen just once in her lifetime, she wanted to lash back at her and make her feel terrible too.
“Sister Kenny, why are you talking to your friend like this now?” Kike spoke up, “Haba! What’s going on sef? Aunty Princess, I’ll call you later tonight. Bye bye, take care of yourself.” Kike smiled at her and began to walk away from the store.

Princess sighted Femi’s car parked across the road, Chuks and Femi were still waiting for her and here she was staring like a zombie.
“So you won’t say anything to me uhn?” Kenny persisted, the girl was not ready to give up.

“Anyways, one last question before I leave.” Kenny continued, what was she going to say this time? Princess wondered, one thing she knew for sure was that it was not going to be a nice question.

Kenny walked upto her and stood directly in front of her, “Its a simple question, don’t get scared now darling. Do you have a boyfriend yet? Have you found ‘true love’?” she asked while making air quotes with her fingers.

“No answer for me, awww, na your palava be that oh. I hope I’ll get to see you again before you return to your school sha, odabo tomboy wa (Goodbye our tomboy).”

The hot liquid that greeted Princess lips made her realise she was crying. How on earth had they been friends in the past?

———

“Dad explain to me before I run crazy.” she screamed, “enough of the drama already.”
“Sit,” her father instructed and took his place besides her.

“Okay, can you explain to me now.” she pleaded, “just put me out of this misery, I beg of you baami.”
“Abike, do you know Senator Funsho?” he asked while avoiding eye contact.
“Of course I do, what has he got to do with this?” she questioned, there was no way she would not know the senator. Her father and senator Funsho had been at loggerheads with each other as far back as she could remember.

“Do you know why we are enemies?” he asked again.
“Well, I’m guessing it has do with politics. I don’t know the details though.” hearing the sound of her voice sounded weird, how could one voice bear so much sorrow in it.

“Well, you are right but our fight started a long time ago before that.” he explained while looking at her in the face this time.
She said nothing but merely looked at her father, she was yet to understand how this issue was related to Muyiwa.

“Well, Funsho once offered your mum money to jilt me when we were much younger. When she turned him down, he resorted to blackmail and even attacked me with thugs. I was quite poor then and was still struggling with your late mother. It was really a serious issue”

What? She had never really gotten to know her mother, but from what her father was telling her, she could see that he had every reason to hate senator Funsho.

Blackmail? Bribe? Thugs? She shook her head, she had always thought senator Funsho was only involved in the political life of her father but now it was a surprise to know he had been interested in her late mother as well.

She caught her father smiling, “I thank God for the woman I married, she was faithful and things later changed before we lost her. Whenever I see you I remember her,” he smiled again.

She knew she was suppose to say something at least to comfort her father but she just found it easier keeping quiet.
She held his hands and rubbed her palms against his palms, that way she knew she was at least consoling him.

But what made the conversation off was that she did not find any relationship between the story her father just told her and Muyiwa.
“Dad,” she spoke out rather quickly.
“Yes,”
“Erm, I don’t get how what you just explained is related to Muyiwa.”

“Abike, if you must know. Muyiwa is Funsho’s first son.”

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He took a look at his wristwatch, approximately in ten more minutes he would get to his destination.
Getting dressed had been a big deal, he had made a big fuss about it that Omoye had jokingly asked if he was going for a job interview.

He knew he was not perfect but if he could make his appearance look perfect for his prospective father-in-law, he would do it.

A message came into his phone sent by Omoye,
*Baby, Don’t get worked up over this. Just remember I love you. Kisses

He smiled and started scrolling through the messages they had sent to each other in the past when he came across Sandra’s messages.

A pang of guilt hit him really hard, he had not even bothered to call her, scratch that. Truth was he did not know what to tell her over the phone. Thank goodness, she had not bothered calling; as he thought of it, he realised it was weird. Any lady who was supposed to be head over heels in love with a man was supposed to be calling often by now especially after Omoye had picked his call.

He alighted from the bus and his mind seemed to be bent on knowing why Sandra had not called. Could it be that she was ill? Did she faint on discovering Omoye picked his call? Women could be overly emotional atimes, or was it possible that she was never interested in him?

The person screaming his name from behind was all it took to break into his thoughts.

———–

“Wetin happen? You’ve been quiet ever since?” Chuks asked, they were just returning from the gym and Femi had been quiet, simply nodding or smiling sheepishly even when it was not necessary.

He smiled again, “I’m fine, my mind is just preoccupied with so much information, thats all.”
“Okay oh, just don’t overload your brain sha.” Chuks joked.
They kept quiet until they got to their apartment before bidding each other farewells.

Femi sat on the settee in his sitting room and cleaned the beads of sweat that had formed on his face, truth was his mind was occupied with so many information.

He had spoken to Titi yesterday about Dami and she had simply advised him to go hear her out today while talking to her with patience, meanwhile she had complained about complications. He wondered why she was not scared, she was due for delivery and compliactions arising did not sound like a good thing.

Dami on the other hand was like a pot stinking albeit covered, he knew there was a problem but what the problem was, he was yet to find out.

Those were family issues and he was supposed to be worried about them, but the matter that got him speechless the entire day was that of Princess’. He could have sworn he saw her crying yesterday in front of the store.

He had seen another part of her, he was yet to truly understand her nature. One time she looked playful, jovial, daring and boisterious, he liked it when she was that way. Other times she was reserved as though she was scared to take a risk, he could make do with that personality of hers too.

But the timid, terrified and crying Princess he saw yesterday was not something he wanted to witness again. She had quickly cleaned her eyes before coming into the car yesterday acting as though nothing had happened, but he had noticed and that image had simply refused to erase from his head.

She had not even followed them to the gym today, he wanted to know who the other lady that made her that way was. He wanted to encourage her to stand and fight for herself, but he knew he could not.

She was yet to really know and trust him, he was just getting to know her and asking personal questions would make him look too forward. He did not even have her phone number, else he probably would have called her to know if she was okay.

He stood and headed to the bathroom, he still had a mission to accomplish in Unilag.

———-

She knocked on her father’s room and greeted him, they were yet to end the conversation they started yesterday.

“So you asked him to leave me?” she asked, it was darn obvious. Her father had been the reason Muyiwa had simply abandoned her.

“I’m sorry, I thought his father had put him up to it, but Muyiwa never stopped begging to see you. I only forbade him from coming close to you.” he explained.

“Dad just stop, how could you ask him to leave me for three years? Why didn’t you tell me all these then baami?” she could feel the tears threatening to flow. She however shook her head, enough of the crying already.

“I’m sorry Abike.” he replied, “I did it to protect you.”
She laughed hysterically, “protecting me would have been informing me and not taking action into your hands. I really loved him Dad,” the tears were proving adamant this time, “No Dad, you went too far.”

He said nothing this time, she tightened her lips together before adding, “three years baami, three good years, and you never mentioned it but yesterday.”

She touched her left eye and felt the wet liquid that would probably flow anytime soon. She told herself this was not the time to cry but the time for action.

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-29-

“What did the doctor say?”
“How is she?”
“Whats up?”
The questions they immediately asked him while standing in unison as they saw him approaching the waiting room.

He smiled, it was good to have friends who cared, even Princess looked worried. “She’s okay, the doctor just wanted to talk to a family member.” he replied.

“Why would the doctor need to see a family member?” Ore asked, if he had known he probably would have rephrased the question in a different way.
He realised his mistake when he noticed the looks he got from the three adults with him.

“I’m sorry, that came out wrong. What I meant to ask was how come the doctor asked for a family member since she just fainted. I’m worried, is it that there is something more serious?” he shrugged and raised his hands in mock surrender.

Femi stood and signalled to Princess and Chuks, “Please I’ll be back soon.” he turned towards Ore and still not smiling said, “come with me outside now.”

Ore walked behind him, he really had no idea if Dami’s elder brother was cool but he did not want to get in his bad books. It would be sad if they started off on a bad note since he had made himself a self-proclaimed boyfriend. Or did Dami have a boyfriend from home already?

The thoughts going on in Femi’s head were however different, what emotional stress was Dami going through? If she was pregnant, the doctor could have mentioned it. Could it be that she had had an abortion for her so-called boyfriend? He shrieked as he thought of another possiblity, was she into drugs? He had heard about stories of people whose lovers were drug barons and as such became involved in it automatically. He would kill the dude if Dami was in a serious mess.

They got to an open space opposite the staff school and Ore spoke up first,
“I didn’t get to tell you my name, I’m Ore and I know yours.” he smiled.
“Good then, Ore.” Femi replied, “actually I don’t like beating around the bush. So I’m going to make this easier for the both of us.” he explained.

“Okay, I’m all ears.”
“What’s going on with my sister?”
“Pardon.” Ore replied, he really needed to think about the words he said before spewing them. But everything suddenly appeared strange, how could Femi be asking him what was going on with Dami after she had claimed he was well informed about it?

“Is it a really serious issue that you can’t tell me,” Femi asked, he had this look that did not make him appear that tough anymore.
“Well, it is kind of serious and complicated. I thought you knew about it.” Ore said.

“No,” Femi paced around, what would he tell maami? “Was she pregnant?” he quickly asked hoping for a negative answer.

“Hell no!” Ore shouted, he had never even gotten to kiss Dami talk more about getting to second base. He laughed and looked at Femi who was looking confused.

“I think its best she tells you herself.” he replied.

If there was anyone to do the talking, it certainly had to be Dami.

————

On impulse she ran to him and began to hit him continously, she kept on hitting his chest, his face, his arms and any part of his body her hands came in contact with.
How could he be so mean? How could he have left her for so long without any contact only to show up on a day like this claiming to want and miss her? How? She kept asking herself the how and why questions with her hands continually drumming on Muyiwa.

She probably did not realise she was crying at the same time till he spoke to her and hugged her by all means.
“I’m sorry I made you cry. I’m really sorry.” On hearing his apology, the rate at which she was hitting him reduced drastically while her sobbing increased immensely.

What was she doing allowing him to hug her? Did she belong in his arms or in Fola’s arms? Both men had disappointed her and at that point she knew she was a single lady, she quickly withdrew from Muyiwa’s hug and made to clean her face with her palms.

“Leave my house.” she blurted.
“What? I came to see you, to talk things through, to start afresh.” he begged with his hands stretched towards her for another embrace.
“Don’t even think about it, talk about what?” she sobbed, “do you know what I’ve been through all these time? You just think you can make an appearance and everything goes back to normal, ehn?” she asked with the tears flowing freely this time, she made no effort to clean it. Today had simply topped the chart of bad days for her, “Just leave.” she concluded and turned her back at him only to find her father standing in front of her.

He was crying, she had totally forgotten that her dad was feeling morose all this time, “Baami why are you crying?” she asked while cleaning his face with her hands.

“Abike, forgive me. Muyiwa has done nothing wrong, its all my fault. I’m sorry.” he replied.
“Uhn?” she asked, confusion was an understatement for what she felt at that point. She turned to see Muyiwa’s face for any confirmation or disaproval of what her father was about to say only to realise he was gone.

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After his tête-à-tête with Ore, they had gone to see Dami who was awake by the time they got to the room where she was staying. Even though Femi observed that she had worn a worried expression on sighting him at first but after she had exchanged some silent facial messages with Ore, she had begun to smile again.

He had promised to come check on her again tomorrow, that would be a better time to extract the details of her ‘emotional stress’ wahala from her. He made sure to quote the emotional stress in his mind, he just had no idea what the problem was.

Her boyfriend had not even left him with a clue, he made a mental note to call Titi as soon as he got home. She would be able to advise him on what to do, there was no way he would allow maami know about it until the matter would be resolved; even if it was a simple solution that had been provided.

His thoughts was interrupted by Chuks who spoke from the back seat,
“Thanks man, as in today was just on point. I had fun at the cinema and then you rounded it off beautifully by introducing me to your georgeous sister.” he grinned , the way he was smiling one would be scared that his smile would soon form a union with his ears.

Femi looked at him from the mirror and smiled, “she is a small girl oh and besides she has a boyfriend. Do you remember the guy we met at the hospital?” he asked.

“Ouch! Too bad,” Chuks replied, “anyways she is a fine girl sha.”
“Thanks jawe, I mean for everything. You and Princess, I really appreciate you both accompanying me to the hospital.”

“You are welcome,” Princess who had been quiet all the while spoke, “and ignore Chuks, all the girls he has isn’t enough for him. If he goes near your sister be sure to chase him with a machete.” she joked.
“Wicked girl,” Chuks interrupted while laughing also.

“Uhm, please wait Femi. I want to quickly get something from this store.” Princess spoke, they were almost approaching their house and she was yet to buy the jar of mayonnaise her mum had instructed her to buy.

“You want to get something?” he said, more of a question.
“Yes, you guys just wait. I’ll be fast.” she replied while coming out of the car.

Chuks brought out his phone and began to play a song loudly from it while singing along, “So you still think I am confident and damn
Is this gonna last?
You’re up on a pedastal
Are we moving too fast?
Feels like I’m in crazy competition with the past
That’s why I gotta ask…”

“Chuks ooooooo,” Femi interrupted, “Please abeg, reduce the volume or just use earpiece biko. I’m not a fan of Drake, no offense.”he pleaded.
“Sorry about that, you don’t know what you’re missing sha.” Chuks apologised while plugging in his earpiece to his phone.

From his side mirror, Femi saw Princess coming out of the store with a white nylon in her hands, she stopped to greet a girl who looked much younger.

He smiled as he saw Princess’ face break into a smile but his smile quickly disappeared when another girl came and started talking to Princess, the smile on her face was then replaced by a face that looked timid and terrified.

That was the first time he was seeing the jovial, playful and daring tomboy he adored look like a weakling.

Whoever the other lady was, he knew she had some superiority over Princess and he did not like the thought of that at all.

————

“What did he say?” she asked, a part of her was terrified that the feud between her father and Osagie was yet to be over while another part of her was hopeful that things would eventually become calm.

“He wants to see me tomorrow,” he replied while handing her the phone.
“See you? As in you alone or both of us?” she asked, it was best to be inquisitive in times like this. As far as she knew, a meeting between Osagie and her father was like a mixture of oil and water, they simple were not compatible.

“He specifically instructed me to come alone, baby don’t get worried over that. If I have to ask your hand in marriage properly then I really need him to see me as a son-in-law.” He explained while cupping her cheeks with his palms.

He gave her a lingering kiss on the lips and broke the kiss while gasping for air. He hurriedly pulled his shirt off while looking her deep into her eyes as though he was on a quest to read the thoughts that lied within her head.

“You are still worried, huh?” he asked while his fingers traced her jaw line.
She shivered and whispered a silent, “yes”

“Don’t worry about that for now, lets worry about now. Where were we before that phone call?” he asked with a smug smile on his face.

“You really do not remember?” she asked playfully while walking away from him making sure she swayed her hips in the process.

“Not so fast.” he halted her by pulling her back to him and grabbing her by the hips while grazing his lips against hers with full force.

Even though he had told her not to worry, the truth was he was very much worried and anxious about the meeting with his supposed father-in-law the next day.

-28-

“This is all your fault.” she cursed.
“My fault?” Evelyn laughed back, “you are crazy Tinu. You started this and I’m simply following up on what you started.”

“Me? You really are the definition of stupid, how was I suppose to know Yvonne was your girl, ehn?” she questioned, she was mad at this silly spoilt brat who had not been thinking about the consequences of her actions.

“Next time, you ask and find out if a girl is single before flirting with her.” Evelyn countered.
“Really? You amaze me, so when Dami was hospitalised. Why didn’t you wait at least and apologise?” Tinu questioned.

Evelyn clapped her hands together and stood akimbo, “Counsellor,” she hissed, “If you were in my shoes, would you have stayed?”

Tinu had no answer to that question, truth was she would have equally fled before apologising. But one thing she knew was that she was not as reckless as the i.diot standing in front of her.

She would never play childish games like Evelyn.

———

“Hey guys, am I playing the third wheel here or something?” Chuks interrupted Femi who was about to say something to Princess.
“Third wheel?” Princess hissed, “nobody is on a date here so how does the third wheel come into the picture?” she asked.

“He was just asking for your number and we just saw a movie, it sure looks like a date if you ask me.” Chuks countered.
Femi laughed and pointed at Princess, “Why are you staring at him that way?”

She hissed and shook her head, “Don’t mind him, he is all out to frustrate me. Sometimes I wonder if he was not supposed to be my younger brother.” she muttered under her breath.
“I heard that oh, I’m still your elder brother whether you like it or not; by the way we’ve been standing here for too long. Make we dey go now.”

They were about to enter the car when Femi’s phone began to ring,
“Hello,” a pause.
“Yes, with whom am I speaking with?”
“Where? Now?”
“What’s going on? Who is this?”
“Oh my God!” he hurriedly started the ignition while still placing the phone to his ear.

“Is this your number?” he asked the caller.
“Okay, thank you. I’ll be there soon.”
“What’s the problem?” Princess and Chuks asked in unison.

He drove out of the parking lot and sighed before replying the two siblings who were looking like they had just witnessed a murder.
“My sister has been admitted to the hospital, her boyfriend just called me.” he explained.

“What’s the situation of things?” Chuks asked.
“I don’t know, I just have to be in Unilag now. I’ll drop you guys at home and then I’ll rush down to the hospital.”
“Can’t we just go together. Its not like we have anything urgent to do at home.” Princess suggested.

“Yeah I agree with that, and it could be an opportunity to meet your sister. I’m single you know.” Chuks joked.
And all Femi could do was simply nod and smile.

————

He did not know the right choice of words to use, he certainly was happy to see her after a long while. All the years he had spent stalking her did not feel like this moment, although he could see she was very much angry with him.

He loved the fact that she at least was right in front of him.
“I’ve missed you.” he blurted before he could stop the words.
“What? Miss? Are you okay?” she queried. “Infact I just wish I had super strength, I would personally throw you out of this house.”

“Sandra, how have you been? This past three years, where you able to move on? I really need to know because my life has been a mess ever since, I don’t know the potion you gave to me while we were still seeing each other but I want more of it.” He continued while approaching her.

———–

What? Miss who? Was there a flu affecting the men in her generation? How dare he use those words to her?

Why would he make a comeback to humiliate her in this manner? She never broke up with him, he left her and now here he was acting as if nothing had happened.
“Are you sick in the head or something? What’s with this charade?” she nearly shouted.

Muyiwa stared at her and merely smiled. Now why was he smiling like a castrated cow? Was she really looking a mess? How come her father had not told her that Mu yiwa was the visitor, at least she would have used the time to freshen up before coming to see him.

He would think she had been suffering all the while, his smile extended into a healthy grin.
She sighed, she was going to go crazy if he did not just hit the nail on the head. His smile was doing nothing to help the butterflies in her stomach.

“What do you want Muyiwa?” she asked calmly.
He still kept on smiling, somehow she felt bad that he had stopped approaching her, why was she yearning for his touch anyways? She was supposed to be angry, wasn’t she?

She assured herself she was angry but it did not rule out the fact that she had actually missed him.
“I want you.” the simple reply he gave her.

She had no idea if that made her happy or angry, he was yet to apologise to her and here he was claiming to miss and want her.

She concluded she was crazy.

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“Hi,” Ore greeted while extending his hand for a shake.
Femi accepted the shake, “so where is she?” he asked, this was not the time to exchange pleasantries. He had not clue as to what went wrong with Dami, all he knew was that she was hospitalised.

“I think the doctor wants to see you first.” Ore replied, he had intentionally informed him over the phone that he was Dami’s boyfriend to help her with her lesbian scandal.

At least if things got out of hand there was no way a lesbian could have a boyfriend. He just hoped he had not made the wrong move.
They went to the receptionist and Femi introduced himself before the receptionist directed him to the doctor’s office.

Femi had then informed Princess and Chuks to sit in the waiting room.

IN THE DOCTOR’S OFFICE.

After making the necessary introductions, the doctor had asked Ore to excuse them.
“Why?” Ore had been quick to ask, he had been Dami’s guardian and he was equally worried. Why would the doctor ask him to leave the office?

“Because I have to discuss with her brother, are you going to teach me how to do my job now?” she questioned with a stern look on her face.
“I’m sorry,” he replied nonapologetically and informed Femi, “I’ll be waiting outside.”

“So,” the doctor began, Femi assumed it was one of those unnecessary speech professionals gave. He really hoped she would cut to the chase and stop with the ceremony.

She gave a slight cough and smiled catching his attention, “your mind seems to be very far, I’m guessing you did not hear what I just said now.”
“I’m sorry,” he replied curtly, “actually I didn’t.” he continued, “Doctor could you just tell me what is wrong with my sister?” he asked, what was the point in wasting time?

“I see, that’s the cause of your worry. You need not be worried, she’s perfectly fine. She was only attended to because she fainted.” she explained.
“Faint? Since when did people start getting hospitalised because of fainting?” he asked, except if there was more to the story than he was actually getting.

“There are cases like that. The reason I asked to see a family member is because this is not the first time she is experiencing syncope.”
“Syncope?” he asked, what could that mean?

“That’s just the medical word for fainting. I attended to her the last time and it was worse. Generally the more a person faints, the more likely they are to faint again. Besides the university exams would soon begin and it would be bad if she faints again, it could affect her academic performance.” the doctor explained.

Femi nodded, “so in essence, its not serious right?” he said, more of a question than a statement.
“Well, yes.” she replied.
“So why did you have to involve the family members?” he asked, the doctor could have just advised her rather than making him scared this way. What if Maami had been the one to receive the call? The woman could have passed out as a result of panic. He sighed

“Because I’m putting her on bed rest. Most times fainting is caused by emotional stress, do you know if she is going through such at this point?” she asked.
“I don’t know.” he replied, the last time he had spoken to her she had claimed to be fine.

“Or could it be exam pressure?” he asked.
“It could be, I really don’t know.” the doctor replied, but I think its best you talk to her and know what the problem is? It would be terrible if she faints in an isolated place like the bathroom for instance.” the doctor concluded, “anyways, that will be all for now. I’ll take you to her room so you can see her.”
“Okay, thank you doctor.”

He hoped his sister was not in a serious trouble like pregnancy or abortion.

——–

“Do you think I should talk to her?” she asked.
“Why? It would be weird, I started this I should end it.” he countered.
“But you are going to return the money, right?”
“Yes.” he affirmed.

“I’m taking Victor to school tomorrow, he has been absent from school for a while.”
“How is your tailoring business going?” he asked.
“Okay, its you I’m worried about. What are you going to do now that you’re in Benin for good?”

“I called a friend yesterday and he asked me t o come see him tomorrow. I’m hoping for the best. We’ll start all over again and I’ll marry you properly. I promise.” he said and kissed her firmly on the lips.

He held on to her face and grabbed her lips for a deeper kiss, he made to unzip her dress when her phone began to ring.

They both ignored the caller and continued to devour each other’s lips. He proceeded to lay her on the bed and had undressed her when the phone began to ring again.

She coughed huskily and replied,”let me just pick it,” the sound of her voice did not even sound like hers.

She coughed again and picked the call,
“Hello,”
“Yes,”
“Good evening Sir,”
“He’s around,”
“Okay” she passed the phone to Osagie who covered the mouthpiece before asking her,
“Who wants to speak with me?”

And the simple reply she gave him was, “My dad.”

A reply that reminded him of the many hurdles he was yet to defeat.

-27-

“Mummy, I’m hungry.” Victor pulled at his mother’s arm in a bid to drive his point across.

“Ooh!” Omoye replied and stood from the bed, she had totally forgotten about lunch, Victor had been out playing with Bobo outside the compund and the discussion she had with Osagie had kept her mind engaged.

“Don’t worry, I’ll handle it.” Osagie replied and led Victor out of the room. She replied him with a simple nod of the head and sat back on the bed.

The only feeling she could describe going through her mind was that of confusion.
She was confused because she did not know if she was supposed to be happy that Osagie had done what he did out of love for her and her son.

As she thought of the poor lady who had been at the losing end, all she felt was sadness.
All what her mother had spoken to her about fighting for her man suddenly made no sense.

If Osagie had done nothing wrong and the lady had been the intruder bent on taking her man, it would have been a good reason to fight for her man. But this time her man was the one who had messed up, and he had messed up really bad.

‘But he loves you and he’s repentant,’ her mind whispered to her.
“I know, I know,” she spoke aloud in a bid to counter her subconscious opinion. She had no doubts about Osagie’s love for her.

She just felt pity for the poor Sandra and from the way Osagie had described her, the lady’s father was a politician and she had an uncle who was quite wealthy too.

Osagie had decided to apologise to the lady and officially break up with her, Omoye had however suggested that he return the money he had gotten from her. She was albeit worried that the lady might hand Osagie over to the police or thugs.

What would she do if things got to that point? From experience she knew that the fury of a black woman with a broken heart was not something to be toyed with, especially when the woman had power and money.

“Uhn!” she nearly jumped out of fear as she felt a touch on her shoulder, “you scared me.”
“I’m sorry.” he replied.

Looking at his face made her realise how much he was truly sorry. The sad expression he wore made her just want to hug him and tell him everything would be fine, but the problem was she did not have the confidence that it would be fine.

“Victor?” how come her voice sounded like a whisper, she coughed, “What did you get him to eat?”
“I bought rice and he is eating it outside.” he held her face in his palms, “Omo I’m truly sorry for the pain I’m putting you through.”

“I just wish this was a dream I could wake up from, I’m just tired of seeing you go through pains because of me. I’ll work and make things right.” he promised.

“Its okay,” she replied, but within her she really doubted if it was okay. “Has she called back?” she asked.

“Who? Sandra?”
“Yes.”
“She hasn’t, I don’t even have the confidence to call her.”
Omoye sighed and hugged him, “It’s going to be fine, we’ll scale through this.” Even though she did not believe all she said, it still made her feel better.

All she wished for was that things would return to normal as soon as possible.

————-

“Look at her,” he said and nudged her with his shoulder, “I thought you were not interested in going out and now you’ve been beaming with smiles ever since.”

She pouted at him and smiled, “I enjoyed myself now, I wonder what’s keeping Femi so long.” she said and looked at Femi who was using the ATM already.

“Are you beginning to miss him so quick?” Chuks asked with a mischievious glint in his eyes.
“What?” she hit him on his back and rubbed her palm while squeezing her face.

“How come you’re so muscular sef?” she hissed, “Why would I miss him by the way? I’m just curious about why he is taking long, that’s all.” she concluded while rolling her eyes.

“Na you know oh,” Chuks said
“Hey guys, sorry I kept you waiting. This ATM wahala is just not funny, let’s go,” Femi who had approached them said to the siblings who were still engrossed in their discussion.

“Alright.” Chuks replied and held Princess by the hand while they exited the building.
“Uhm Femi,” Princess faced him, “thanks for today, I had fun.”

“Its nothing, I had fun too. I’m even grateful you accepted to come. It would have been weird if it was just Chuks and me.”

“You guys continue talking oh as if I’m not here.” Chuks snapped, “so I’m boring abi?”
“You didn’t know,” Princess teased, “how come all those girls that you deceive never mentioned it to you.”

She and Femi laughed at Chuks who simply adjusted the collar of his t-shirt and brought out two pieces of paper from his pocket.
“See,” he said while showing them the papers, “despite me being boring, the number of girls flirting with me daily increases.”

Princess shook her head, she could not for the life of her understand why a girl would give her phone number to a stranger.
They had approached Femi’s car when he asked her a question that shocked her.

He had requested for her phone number and all she could say was “Uhn?”

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“What is your relationship with the patient?” the doctor queried.
“She’s my friend.” Ore replied.
“Do you have the contact of any of her family members?”

“No, but I’ll check her phone.” He unlocked Dami’s phone and suddenly stopped while looking at the doctor, “Doctor, please is it serious? Why do we need to bring her family into this?” he questioned, was she not supposed to be receiving treatment for fainting? Why was the doctor keen on contacting her family?

“Young man,” The doctor replied while removing her glasses, Ore observed her facial features. She looked like a lady in her late twenties, although the glasses had given her a more mature look initially. She probably was a new doctor who had just graduated from medical school. “Are you done checking me out?” she asked with the frame of her glasses between her teeth.

“I’m sorry.” he apologised, she reminded him of his elder sister with her confusing facial expressions, one minute she looked playful and jovial and in a split second she was looking all serious.

Was it possible to beg her not to contact Dami’s family? They knew nothing about it except her brother.

“Ooh!” he exclaimed on realisation that her brother was aware.
“What?” the doctor shouted, “see, I have a lot of things to do. You need to provide the contact of any of her family members with the receptionist. I’m tired of your antics.” she said and wore her glasses while walking away from him. She had barely taken five steps from him when she turned and smiled, “Please make it fast.”

He shook his head while murmuring and taking a seat in the waiting room. He scrolled through the list of her contacts, he had no problem thinking about whose contact to provide?

Dami had explained to him that her brother knew about it, he would just have to call him. He was the best available option, he went to her call log and saw his contact on the list of received calls.

On inputting the number into his phone, he dialled the number. The doctor needed a family member, he would provide the number after he had relayed his own message.

————-

“Dad?” she pinched herself slightly on her arm to confirm that she was not hallucinating.
“Ki lo se le Abike?”(What’s wrong Abike?) her father said while pulling her closely to the bed.

“Jo ko.”(sit) he ordered. “What happened to you? Why are you not at work?”
“I’m…I’m good, I’m really fine.” she stuttered while making a failed attempt to quickly clean her face.

“Sandra, I came to see you for something serious but I wasn’t expecting to see you in this state.” he explained while holding her hands.

She sniffed and tried to fake a smile, her father had called her Sandra instead of Abike. That meant she probably looked like shi.t or could it be that he really came for something serious, how come he was in her room? The last time they spoke he was still out of the country and was suppose to come back to Nigeria in about three weeks time.

“Dad, when did you arrive Nigeria?” she asked while still smiling, she had missed her father and had anticipated to introduce Fola to him on his return. She sniffed again as teardrops cascaded her already wet face.

“This morning.” he let go of her hand and cleaned her face with his palms, “Sandra, what is going on now? You are confusing me. Besides there is someone here to see you.”

“Someone? Who?” she jerked, it definitely was not Fola, Fola was far away in Benin and besides he had no link to her father. “Dad, who is it?” she asked again.

He sighed and stood from the bed while walking towards her window, she wondered what was wrong, who could be the august visitor that got her father troubled this much?

She dropped her phone and walked towards her father, she hugged him from behind and whispered “Baami, what’s going on?”

He turned and hugged her back, “I feel so sad right now, seeing you like this. Even though, I don’t know why you are sad but I feel bad that I stood in the way of your hapiness.”

What was he talking about? She withdrew from the hug and looked at her father, did this have to do with the visitor?
“Please forgive me Abike.” he c ontinued, “I was just being foolish without realising it, forgive me.” he begged and tried to reach out to her.

She moved back, how could she forgive what she did not know, as far as she knew her father had simply suceeded in confusing her totally.
“Dad, I’m lost. You said someone came to see me, who is the person?” she asked while trembling.

“He is in the sitting room,” he replied.
She ran out of her roomand hurried downstairs, even though her face was a mess it was the least of her worries.

She got to the sitting room and was shocked to see who her visitor was.
“You?” she shouted while pointing at him, what on earth was he coming to see her for? And why did her heart have to flutter and race on seeing him?

She did not know if her anger was directed to the man in front of her or if it was to her heart that had begun to beat irregularly.

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