FixedRoots:
Hi. I recently started following your diary. Thanks to amicable09 who's always sharing your posts . Thank God she's not selfish. I want to be like her when I grow up.

It's been interesting. I've been trying to find your old dairy. Could you please post the link to it. In fact, I think you should modify your first post in you new dairy to include the link to the old.

I'm following the bleedin' louboutin story. I'll start black bird later.

Just keep going!

Thanks a lot. I don't know how to post the link. But when you open my current diary (its hard to be a good girl 2) you can find the first one in the list of related topics (its hard to be a good girl). I'll try and figure out how to attach it though.

PART FIVE

"Carve your heart out yourself
Hopelessness is your cell
Since you've drawn out these lines
Are you protected from trying times?

Man it takes a silly girl to lie
About the dreams she has
Lord, it takes a lonely one
To wish that she had never dreamt at all"

I sang along to Dashboard Confessional's music that was blaring from my speakers. It couldn't be loud enough, no matter how high I raised the volume. The music screamed my feelings much louder than I could. I'm such a stupid girl.

Stupid! Stupid!! stupid!!!

I punched hard at my pillows till feather downs poofed out.

I didnt even notice when Mama John came into my room. She turned down the stereo, and I turned around to see her face tightly screwed in a frown. She has been truly worried about me.

"Mama, my song!" I pouted like an 8 year old

"Simi, are you trying to bring down the house?" she chastised.

" Ha-ha! you are too funny mama. As if you don't know all these rooms are sound proof" I replied.

I moved towards the ipod port, to turn the music back up, and she gave me a look that said I wouldn't dare. I stopped.

"ooh, what do you want from me?" I complained, falling face first into my bed.

"These are the clothes you asked me to prepare for tomorrow's board meeting." she said, and hung the garment bag in my closet.

She sat on my bed, and asked.

"Why dont you stay home tomorrow. I'll make you soup, we will do some singing. When last did you sing like you used to?"
She stared at me searchingly, like she was trying to bore into my soul.

I told her everything, immediately I got home on friday. She knew all was not well, even though I tried so hard to keep it all bottled down.

" Mama, I have told you before. Tomorrow, the new partners are coming. We have to formalise all the business we discussed on friday. I cannot be absent for anything" I sighed, and fell into my bed again.

" what about the other issue? The er- er-" Her voice trailed off, and I laughed.

"Mama, look at me, like I told you, I have no time to mope over Jide. By 8 o'clock, Toni is coming to pick me up, and we are going to party. I'm fine. I promise you" I protested, a little too much.

I couldn't make sense of all that had happened.

Jide was the one sane thing in my world. We were in Canada together all lovey dovey taking the world in our strides. Now... He can explain?

Toni came around and squeezed me in a tight tight sequins dress.
We went out clubbing and even though tomorrow was a big day for Servace oil, she promised me it would do me a lot of good.

She was right. Club OK banged my ears deaf. I popped two bottles of champagne, and then gave it away. I danced with a neanderthal and couldn't careless.

"Babe... " Toni shouted in my ear

"What" I shouted back laughing. I wasn't drunk, I was happy

"Come on! Look who's here!" She sounded so excited, I was excited for her.

I ran off with her, and she practically thrust me into the broadest hardest chest in town.

Diddy.

"Easy there lady" he chuckled and held me up.

"You. Are you following me around?" I queried, but I didn't really care much about his coughed out answer.
I dragged him to the dance floor, and coaxed him into dancing.

We danced all night. We slow danced, we even tangoed and the crowd circled around us.

I stayed glued to his frame for support when i got too tired and We talked for a long time into the night, I didn't even notice Toni was gone.

I woke up the next morning in my bed.
It was a miracle.
When I rolled around to do my usual stretch, I rolled into a hard body I was beginning to get used to.

Update will be soon. So sorry I've been away for so long....

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Thanks to all for being patient... Our story continues...

LOL! Joecutie... dont play those games. Thanks for reading jare. Will try to put up installments on time.

PART FOUR

On stepping out of the cab that took me all the way from Victoria Island to Shomolu I stood out like a sore thumb in my extravagant outfit. I couldn’t find time to change my clothes before coming over. All that was in my head was Jide. He was my peace, and I needed to find my peace.

I crossed the narrow gutter that stood between his house, and the streets, and ignored the small crowd that stared at me from a safe distance.I greeted the neighbours who sat outside, enjoying a non existent ambience, because there was no light.

“Evening aunty o, welcome” a plump woman with a baby suckling on her breast answered, while waving off mosquitoes with what appeared to be her blouse.

” Abeg, Jide dey house?” I asked her, and was answered by someone else all the way from the long narrow communal corridor.

“Ah aunty Simi, na you? Welcome o!” he hailed, walking towards me. Godfrey was one of the neighbours who quickly became my friend, over the couple of years I had been a regular visitor in their face to face compound.

“Godfrey, good evening o” I said, walking into the dark corridor, and towards Godfrey.

” Aunty long time o. Wetin my guy do you now? We no even see your break light.” he asked, swinging his arms.

” No problem o, na work cause am” was all I could say.

” Aunty na where you dey from come na? You are looking taken away o. Choi! Jiddddeeee! Na you o!” He said, as I walked past him, and went to knock on Jide’s door.

Two knocks on the door turned to five, till I found myself standing for five minutes before all the shuffling noises in the room silenced, and Jide came to the door.

Jide had his body in between the door, so I wouldn’t come in. He was five feet five, and very lanky. Those were some of the things my mum and friends usually complained about him. His height and his stature was just not good enough for them. But I didn’t mind. I wasn’t looking for Mr Prefect, but Mr Right.

Being three good inches taller than him, and also, with the additional help of my heels, his position was pointless. I had a clear view of his room already.

“Can I come in?” I asked.

“Yes, yes,” he said, widening the door, and moving out of the way.

I walked into his little apartment, so picollo, it was just a little bit larger than my shoe closet. I never really put it to mind. I only cared about my Jide.

The bed was un made, and I wondered why. He cleared a part of it for me to sit, while making a phone call.

” Hello, how far?” he said after the person he called answered seemingly on the first ring.

…..

” Okay, please just wait there. Wait for me. I’ll be with you shortly”

…..

He ended the call, and placed the phone on his study table. He looked flustered. Jide was never flustered, and what’s with the messy apartment?

“Simi, I can explain” He started. Obviously referring to his deserting me the moment we got to Nigeria.

” How?” I asked, trying hard not to cry.

” I called you. I left you messages. I lost my dad. Everything is falling apart! Where were you? Where were you when I needed you?” I was shaking uncontrollably.

I don’t know how I managed to survive without him. But seeing him, and revisiting all that was happening, was difficult to handle.

“I’m sorry Simi. I’m sorry about your dad.” he said, drawing me closer, as he sat beside me.

“Jide, what happened? What is going on with you?” I asked, finalling letting go of my emotions, as the welled up tears flowed freely.

” I can explain, I promise you” He said again, wiping off my tears.

We sat there for minutes until the door flung open, and he suddenly let go of me. I looked up to see a fair skinned lady with a towel wrapped around her bosom.

“Jide what is the meaning of all this!” she yelled

” S- sarah… I- ” Jide stammered

” How can you keep me waiting like that in the bathroom. You know it’s a public bathroom. You were supposed to join me, and you just let those neighbours of your’s to be shouting at me. I don’t like it” she was truly upset with him. She noticed me after she was done with all she had to say.

“And who’s our guest?” she asked smiling.

” Please, pardon my manners, I didn’t really see you there. Hope he’s entertained you?” She smiled from ear to ear, revealing her beautiful well of dimples. I was shocked out of my mind. Too shocked to say anything, as I shook her hands.

” The name is Sarah- ”

Jide cut her short. ” Um s- Sarah, S- Simi, er, ”

He was perspiring so much, the room was getting stuffy.

” You can explain right? That’s what you want to say? I asked, and he nodded, while I rose up from the bed. I took off my shoes, and folded them under my arms.

I walked out of Jide’s apartment, and out of Jide’s life. I never knew my night could get any worse, after leaving the party.

But as I walked barefoot, on the muddy streets, allowing my beautiful dress get soiled, I began to wonder, who opened Pandora’s box, why was it all falling on me, and when would all the misery end…?

[/b]PART THREE[b]
I think I know why the dog howls at the moon. There’s always a need to hold on to something in a lonely world. If the moon refuses you, at least, the rest of the world loses sleep.

“Hmmmmn! Kill me now!” Toni said with her mouth full of cavair, bringing me out of my thoughts.

What?” I asked.

“I think this is where cavairs come to die!” she said,

” I’m not really feeling it tonight” I told her, and she was shocked

“The only person I know who hates cavairs, is that boyfriend of yours, don’t dare catch the disease from him” she warned and in a second, she disappeared into the small crowd that filled the Ade- Hanson’s large and loftly piano room, mingling with those that mattered, like the socialite that she was. There she goes, my best friend and ally.

I was once again left alone with my thoughts. Toni was right though. This was the posh cocktail of all posh cocktails. No expense had been spared in putting everything together, and while the who is who’s of the society mingled, soft jazz music was being played by a life band that was led by the grand piano which was the centre piece of the party.

She was also right about Jide’s distaste for cavairs. He says rich people love spending money on weird things, and if he were here, he wouldn’t go near any of it with a long pole.

Jide, where are you? I thought to my self.

I sighed as a waiter walked past me, and reached for a glass of scotch.

Ever since we returned to Nigeria, I hadn’t seen or heard from Jide. I called and left him messages. I even went by his house, and I just haven’t been able to get a hold of him.

Dear God, I hope all is well. I thought to myself.

“Ah, champagne, the drink of champions” He said. His deep baritone voice bores right through to a woman’s belly. I was scared out of my thought.

“You again,” I sighed, taking a sip, as I glared at Dede Ade-Hanson, the son of our host.

“No this is Glenfiddich, scottish whiskey, and it’s not in a champagne flute. What’s tripping you up.” I seemed firm on the outside, but my innards were all slippery, busy melting for a handsome guy.

“Yeah, me again.” He said, shaking his glass of whiskey. “Can’t you play nice? This is just like primary school, class five, France in 2002, and all the other times all over again ” he said.

Dede was referring to all the times our paths had crossed. We never got along mainly because our dads weren’t friends, but when you are a member of the inner circle, even if your are arch enemies, your paths are bound to cross, because the inner circle is very very small.

” Well, thats because I don’t like spoilt rich kids” I quipped

“Well, incase you haven’t noticed, I’m no longer that fat Diddy everyone loved to pick on” He replied.

He was grown up all right. Six foot four all male, with no single shred of baby fat. He looked dapper in a suit too. Looking at him made me feel things I shouldn’t feel.I really need to see Jide, I thought to myself.

” Well, I guess I could make nice, considering the fact that your dad is seemingly making moves to acquire my company” I said rather dourly.

” And considering the fact that we may end up working together” He added thickly. His gaze followed every delicate curve of my body, making me feel as if the word “together” was a double entendre.

I reached for another glass of scotch, and immediately took a swig.

“Hmmm… take it easy on that scotch. its rather stiff for a lady.
You seem a little tense and you are favouring your left side too” Dede observed, eyebrows arched in concern.

“Who made you my doctor?” I retorted

“Come on, be nice,” He replied as though he were correcting a naughty child. I let it slide, and played nice.

“It’s nothing. Just a little back ache. I’ve been through a lot this past few weeks” I sighed. Just talking about it gave me slight relief.

“Yeah. I can imagine. Come here.” he said, pulling me close to his all manly frame. I leaned in for a hug, but his huge thumbs went for two node points at my back. I don’t know what he did, but my spine cracked, and I felt much better immediately.

” Oh my God! My backache is gone!”

“You’re welcome,” he said, pleased with himself.

” Wow! That was-”

“Awesome?” he cut in

“No. I was going to say weird! What did you do to me you alien!” I smiled at him, and in response, he leaned in and kissed me.

I could taste his scotch, cavair, and something with a hint of coconut. I was melting in his strong arms, as I suddenly felt woozy.

It ended just as abruptly as it started.

“And how was that? Hope it wasn’t weird. I have been longing to do that all evening.” he said. His lips, stained with my lipcolor, caught the illuminating ball, and glistened.

He was expecting an answer, a reaction, or something but I just stood there, staring at his lips, thinking about his dinner that I just tasted, his scotch, utterly dumbfounded.

“There you are!” Mom said, and saved me from that awkward moment. She waved at Dede, and acted as though she noticed nothing. Mind you, mum never misses a thing.

“There are some investors I’ll like you to meet” She said, as she ushered me along. I scurried off with her, put myself together, and left the sixteen year old version of me behind with Dede. I was a lady once again.

It had been a more hectic night than I would have imagined. Now I understand mum, when she says dinners like this, is where intelligent people come to close deals.

For most of the night, business was just mentioned casually, but as conversations went, it was clear, to those who pitched, who was winning, and who was losing. At the end of the night, we had agreed on 49 – 51 percent. and despite all the charm, and the adulations my dress won, Patreco was holding 51 percent of Servace oil.

I felt really bad within myself, wondering what dad would do at this point, but mum said we had the best bargain, and that she was proud of me and how well I handled the big guys.

I had more reasons to feel turmoil. I needed to sort out things emotionally. I needed Jide to restore some sort of order within me because, at the end of the night, I had lost 51percent ownership of my company, and nearly that much percent ownership of my heart, I headed straight for Jide’s house in shomolu.

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THIS WORK WAS PREVIOUSLY PUBLISHED BY ME ON NAIJASTORIES.COM UNDER THE PSEUDONYM P.J. BURRE


Copyright © 2016 by Tee Chudley
All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not he reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review

They say the moment you are about to die, your life suddenly flashes before your eyes. Like a quick summary of what sucks, and what rocks, all that has ever been monumental to you slides by within those few seconds while the weak throbbing of your failing heart serves as a soundtrack.

But I think they lied. Whoever “they” may be because when I first got the call that my Dad died, my life didn’t flash before my eyes. It didn’t happen when I attended the first two formal dinners hosted by our own Patreco Inc and Servace Oil. It didn’t happen on my wedding day, neither when I had the twins, nor tonight. Tonight of all nights, why isn’t my life flashing before my eyes? Because at each one of all these moments, I felt like I was dying. Right here, right now, I feel the same.

How did we get here? A minute ago, I was in my tight tight jeans, and comfy sneaks, strolling to class from the cafeteria telling Jide just how amazing it feels, to be finally submitting our final thesis, telling him how much I missed Nigeria, and that I couldn’t wait to go home.

“You sure about that? Jide asked, with his brows arched, and lips slightly curved. Meaning he didn’t believe me

” look Jide, nothing feels better than being back home. Can’t wait to talk to my dad!” just the thought of my dad got me super excited.

” you spoke with your dad this morning,” he said

” come on,I mean real time! Seeing him face to face… ” I snapped

” ha-ha! Got ya!” he laughed. Then continued ” come to think of it, this time last year, you couldn’t wait to leave our – er – what did you call it?” paused, thinking then continues ” yeah… our forsaken Naija”

“Whoa! Don’t be dramatic. I said that?”

” can remember vividly. You were uspet from speaking with your mum, and you said something about the subsidy removal affecting your dad’s company,”

” oh yeah, that was the day our flights were confirmed.” I smiled, relieving the memories of how excited I was when I found out my masters program was to begin 3rd of June and Jide had won the scholarship too.

“Yeah… so, you see humans can’t be satisfied? last year, you couldn’t wait to jet out of Nigeria. Today, you can’t wait to leave halifax.” he shook his head, and pulled me off the walkway, towards his motorcycle which got me thinking, my dad would go ballistic if he found out I have been biking all around halifax, Canada. Oh, how I missed that man.

” no, don’t say that.” I countered, as I fastened the helmet beneath my chin..

” the truth is, Canada is amazing. people here are nice, and you can get doughnuts of every flavour, everywhere you turn… but honestly, I wish I had prepared for the weather by spending a day or two in a walk in freezer.

“You clown!” Jide burst out laughing, then said seriously ” you are totally right. I swear, I can’t wait to be back home too!” he said, starting his bike, and we zoomed off to our off campus apartment.

We ordered dinner from an Italian restaurant and toasted to our last days in Canada. I was really excited, but I could see that Jide had something boggling his mind, and it took him till the last day, when we were about leaving for Nigeria, before blurting it out… “now what?” he said

“What?” I asked

” Simi, now we have our masters, we are going home, back to the way things used to be, now what?” he asked

I knew what exactly he was talking about. Here in Canada, nobody knows us. Nobody cares if Simi’s father was an oil businessman, or if Jide was just a poorman’s son, who managed to live above average, and who’s intelligence gets him by. Here, we were unknown, and our relationship could flourish undeterred.

For a moment, I feared going home, and having my mother yell at me, telling me about standards, and the reason why my Louboutin is 5inches heeled. “It is called Standards” she would say “the few inches that set you apart, and stand you out. You shouldn’t be squatting in a Louboutin. You should look for someone who stands as tall as you” trust me, when she says squatting, she means financially.

She believe a man’s heights and standard, is defined my how swollen his pocket is. Needless to say, mom hates Jide, and his starch stiffed shirts… as she usually referred to him.

I wish I had remained in Canada because, two weeks later, dad died, and Mom was prepping me for the first formal dinner with the partners. She didn’t even give me a moment to mourn my beloved dad.

Thanks so much renylee. thats quite encouraging.

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Wow. The first thing you need as a writer is the passion. Anyone that comes up with so much excuse is not after writing but after the monetary reward. When some of us are trying hard to write much or words and type faster and faster... someone is here saying 500 words is too much. Isnt that like the length of high school level english essay?

Yes i have i sent you an email. How are you today

So sorry for so many errors. Posted on the go. Will edit later. Thanks for following the black bird story

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