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I didn't have to wait for long. Within thirty minutes, Bisola got to my flat.

'Hello, love,' she greeted.

'Hello, dear.'

We kissed briefly. Today, she was wearing jeans trousers and a blue t-shirt. She looked pretty in them.

'So, how's the weekend?' she asked.

'Let's just say we thank God,' I replied.

She came to sit on my legs and to rub my chest, but the last thing on my mind was sex.

'When are you planning to do wedding?' she asked.

I was surprised by the question.

'What wedding?'

'Our wedding.'

I nearly burst into laughter. How presumptuous! Did I ever tell her about wedding?

'I'm not thinking about any wedding,' I answered.

'But we can't remain single forever,' she pointed out. 'I'll be graduating next year and within two years of graduating, I will love us to have the
wedding.'

I was bemused. Surely, she was thinking in error if she imagined that I would take her to the altar.

An idea suddenly occurred to me. 'I will pray about it,' I said.

She looked at me sharply and incredibly. 'What did you say?'

'I said I will pray about it,' I repeated.

She looked at me curiously and burst into laughter. 'Oh dear. But then, no problem, I won't mind marrying a pastor!'

I knew she was trying to pooh pooh the import of what I said, but then, she would not be getting any commitment from me.

'Why're you so cool, today?' she asked.

'Cool?'

'Yes. I'm sitting on your lap and you've not even touched me.'

'Oh.' I grinned. 'I'm a little bit down.'

‘Don't be down o. I'm here now, so, you shouldn't be down.'

I nodded. She was quite right. She was with me, so why must I be down? I knew it was Kike's matter that was making me to be down, but that
was unnecessary. I decided to consider my situation as a bird in hand being worthier than two in the bush. It was succinct: Bisola was the bird in
hand. I managed to respond to her by cuddling her body. Right there in the sitting-room, we had each other. Bisola remained in my apartment till
the following day, Sunday.

'This is one of the most exciting weekends I have ever had,' she gushed. I drove her back to her campus as it had become habitual of me.

Before she got down from the car, she said something I found irksome: 'I think the earlier we get married, the better. I don't want any other lady
to snatch you away from me. I can't bear losing you.'

She kissed me goodbye and disembarked from the car. Now, why was it that it was when I told Kike about marriage that Bisola too was bringing
forth the matter?


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An interesting story.

Nice one.

Interesting episode.

kweensheba:
Money was meant to be spent and I would spend this. He was however making a big mistake if he thought the money would give him a ‘soft landing’.

I had made up my mind about him and that was the fact the relationship between us was moribund as it was already suffering from a terminal malaise.

I would not call him again and he could stay wherever he had gone for as much as he liked. It was his life and he could live it the way he desired.


* * *


RICHARD

On Saturday morning, we were in bed till seven. It had been a very passionate night, so the hangover was understandable. As usual, the house girl brought fruit juice to the bedside to start our day with. Madam Helen and I took the drink and lolled on the bed.

“Later this morning,” she said, “Mosun would like to visit some places. I don’t know if you can take her around.”

“That should not be a problem,” I replied.

We had a breakfast of toasted bread and beverages. By ten o’clock, Zaynab came to tell me that Mosun was ready and waiting for me downstairs.

“Okay, I’ll be there.”

I wore a Ralph Lauren blue t-shirt and Armani jean trousers. The foot wear was a Reebok canvas. That was okay. It was just a casual outing. I left the room for the ground floor.

“You can take my Lexus jeep,” madam said and ordered Zaynab to get the key. It was soon handed to me.

“Alright, take care of yourself,” madam told her daughter.

“Okay, mummy.”

“See you, Sweetie,” I put in.

I drove out of the compound to join the main road. “So, where exactly are you going, young lady?” I asked.

“Ikeja.”

“Where in Ikeja?”

“Anywhere of interest.”

“Do you have some money for shopping? I could take you to a very big shopping mall, Shoprite there.”

“I have mum’s ATM card with me.”

I nodded. “Good. So, let’s go there first.”

I drove in silence for a couple of minutes. With the light traffic, we would soon get there.

“So, tell me about life in the U.K,” I prompted.

“No, you tell me about yourself. How did you meet mum?”

The question was surprising. Why must she be interested in that?


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Nice one. Keep it coming.

There was a pause.

'There's something I should have told you which I haven't.'

'Really? What's that?'

'I love you.'

There was a slight pause in communication, then she burst out laughing.

'But you've said that before.'

'Not only that,' I quickly put in. 'Kike, I want to marry you.'

There was silence such that if a pin had dropped, we would hear the sound.

'Hello? Hello?'

No response.

'Hello? Kike, are you still there?'

The only answer I got was a sound from the phone indicating that the call had been terminated.

I hissed and quickly re-dialed her number. Surprisingly, I could not get true. What was this? Could she too be making efforts to call me back?
After making few more attempts, I stopped. Maybe she would call back, I reasoned. Ten minutes later, she did not. I tried her number again, but
it was still not going. Gosh!

It was about seven a.m the following morning that I was able to get to her.

'Good morning, love. What happened yesterday? The line suddenly went dead and I could not reach you again. Your battery went flat or what?'

'Good morning. The battery was okay,' she replied.

'So, how come I wasn't able to get to you again?'

'I switched the phone off,' she replied calmly.

'What!?' I was stupefied. 'Why did you do that?'

There was a brief silence. 'Because I wanted to be sure I was hearing properly.'

Now, I relaxed a bit and grinned. 'Of course, you're hearing properly my dear. I will repeat what I said, but this time, I will say it in form of a
question: Kike, will you marry me?'

There was another short silence. 'You don't have to pull my legs, Uncle Henry.'

I was amazed. Why did she find it difficult to believe me? Why would I be pulling her legs? And where was this 'Uncle Henry' stuff coming from?

I breathed in deeply. 'Kike, listen. God knows you're the first ever lady I would tell such a thing, and God knows I'm very serious with what I said.'

There was another pause.

'Kike, are you still there?' I asked.

'Yes.'

'Do you want to think over it? Should I give you some time?'

'I want to pray over it.'

I nodded. 'No problem, I will wait.'

We discussed a lit bit more before the connection was cut.

I never imagined that I would propose marriage to a lady and she would tell me that she wanted to think or pray over it. But with Kike, things
were different.

That weekend, I was in my Lawanson flat, thinking about Kike. It was three days ago I told her about the marriage proposition and she was yet
to give me an answer. Wow, so this lady could keep me waiting like this! My phone rang and I was surprised to find myself hoping that Kike was
on the line. But, she wasn't.

'Hello, Bisola,’ I said into the mouthpiece. ‘How’re you?’

'Dull. Are you at home? I'm on my way to your house.'

I sighed. 'Yeah, I'm at home.'

'Okay, I'll soon be there.'

Within thirty minutes, Bisola got to my flat.

'Hello, love,' she greeted.

'Hello, dear.'

We kissed briefly. Today, she was wearing jeans trousers and a blue t-shirt. She looked pretty in them.

'So, how's the weekend?' she asked.

'Let's just say we thank God,' I replied.

She came to sit on my legs and to rub my chest, but the last thing on my mind was sex.


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Interesting piece.

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Interesting update.

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By September, the post-UTME results that Kike did came out. Kike was not offered her first choice course which was law. She was however given admission for her second choice which was English language at the University of Ibadan. I was very happy for her. Her sponsorship would not create any problem as my parents had agreed to take full responsibilities. I also promised Kike to play my own role.

In Abuja, I had started my work in earnest. I promised to do my very best. Getting accommodation at the legislative quarters in Apo was tough, so Ms. Davies had an alternative arrangement.

'The senator has three rooms in his bq. You can take one of them for now.'

‘Alright, madam.’

I wondered about how convenient that would be. I however shrugged it off when I remembered that most times, I would be in Lagos, and that I
could always hole myself in my room anytime I was at home in Abuja. In Lagos, I was not to share office with anybody as I now had a cozy office
to myself. Top on my priority was how to get a two-bedroom flat for myself in Lagos. I told dad about it.

'There's no problem with that,' he returned. 'Get an agent to look for a good place for you and let me know the costs.'

I met with an estate agent who helped me to secure a two-bedroom at Lawanson, Surulere, Lagos. I had already paid for the place before telling
dad. I was able to pay for it from my savings. It was high time I started living responsibly.

But dad insisted on furnishing the place. The following weekend, I moved to my new abode.

In Abuja, once we had closed for the day, Ms. Davies simply had no time for me. She had her life to live and I had mine.

There were social spots in Abuja that I sometimes frequented, but I found myself becoming an introvert more and more. I had also cut down the
number of ladies in my life. Right now, I could say that I only had Bisola and Kike. While Bisola satisfied the salacious part of me, Kike fulfilled the
cool and solemn part. But, somehow, I believed I loved Kike. I had tried to get her off my mind, even in far-away Abuja, but I could not. Now
that she had started her degree programme, believe me, I was seriously considering proposing marriage to her.

That sounded somehow, right? But that was what had been nagging at my mind. She was now twenty one while I just celebrated my twenty-
fifth birthday, but I felt I could not wait any more. One cool evening in the early days of December, I called Kike on the phone to bare my mind.

'How's campus?' I started.

'Campus is cool. How are you too? Are you in Lagos or Abuja?'

'Right now, I'm in Lagos,' I replied. 'I miss you.'

'I miss you too, sweetheart.'

There was a pause.

'There's something I should have told you which I haven't.'

'Really? What's that?'

'I love you.'

There was a slight pause in communication, then she burst out laughing.

'But you've said that before.'

'Not only that,' I quickly put in. 'Kike, I want to marry you.'

There was silence such that if a pin had dropped, we would hear the sound.


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