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Shola resumed immediately her wounds got healed. She was happier than she was before the incidents. She had become a role model to all the students in the school. The more the day broke, the more Shola increased in goodness. I had taken time to be observant of her. I saw that Tokunbo's absence in her life had added to her joy. It radiated all over her. I was getting hooked.

Shola's house had become our second home. We shared our stay in both houses and we were never found wanting in the race to catch our fun. Our house too was not too far for her. If we stayed too long for her liking, she would come down and she would not leave for days. Our understanding of one another grew by the day and we were more or less triplets. But I yearned for more than friendship.

Bunmi, Bola and Bimbo were our best students ever. They came to our house and Shola's at will and introduced their boyfriends to us for assessment. A 'no' from us was their no and our 'yes' was theirs. They almost worshipped us. Their parents entrusted them in our care and we never disappointed. Things really got better between us.

The term went very fast and exams came and went by. The holidays were very eventful for everyone as we all had little or nothing to do. Rotimi and I travelled home for a week and Shola had insisted that she would go with us. We had little or no option than to go with her. She stayed in our house. My parents liked her right from the word go. My mum had called me aside to inquire what I intended doing with her and I had told her that she was just a friend. Mum begged me not to let such a good and homely girl slip away from my grasp. I told her that I was taking my time to study females generally after what 'Dara did to me. Mum eventually left me to my thoughts because she believed I knew what I wanted in a wife and would surely get the best possible. The truth was that I had begun to develop a kind of love for Shola but I would hate it if she turned me down because she kept telling us that she is waiting for her dream man to make the move. According to her, this dream man of hers had captured her whole essence and given her life since the demise of her relationship with Tokunbo. Still, when we ask who the man was, she always said that the man was not far from us.

Rotimi's parents had been briefed by that garrulous friend of mine. So, when Shola and I eventually visited them for two days, his mum had called me aside and repeated what my mum had told me and I had told her what I told my mum. She prayed for God's guidance for me.

After a week and half, we left our parents place and headed to Zaria to complete the other half of our holiday with Dr. Tanimowo. We travelled by road since that was what Rotimi and I could afford and were familiar with. Shola had suggested that we pay him an unscheduled visit. She had also offered to pay for our flight tickets but we had refused on the premise that the road journey would also be full of fun, thrills and excitement especially for her since it was her first time of travelling outside the south western part of the country. We made jest that she was conversant with the skyline so it was time to familiarise herself with the greens.
She was outnumbered hence her revolt was minimal and to Zaria we headed on the roads.

We had called Dr. Tanimowo when we got to Zaria on a Friday and he had said he was in his office in school. We headed to school and got to his office. I knocked on the door and he answered that whoever it was should come in. Rotimi opened the door and Shola stepped in followed by Rotimi and lastly, I.
Dr. Tanimowo raised his head and was shocked to see us.
''Una wan kill person? Una no fit say una dey come abi? Oya comot my office na na before I throway sand sand for ya body.'' he said in mock anger.
''We no be spirit, throway sand sand we no go vamoose. We tanda gidigba full ground gadagada.'' I said as we all laughed.
He stood up and greeted us. Each with a big bear hug. He was surprised when we told him we would be his guest for a week. He packed his bag and we headed home after he had finished what he was doing.

His wife welcomed us and made our stay memorable. Rotimi and I took Shola round the places we knew with nostalgic feelings. It was a really memorable time for us all.

After a week in Zaria, we headed back to Lagos by road again, this time, Shola had suggested it saying it was more lively than flying. We got to Lagos at night and we had to sleep over till the next day at Shola's.
The following morning, we all took a long stroll to our house to see what had happened in our absence. All our nighbours greeted us and lamented how they missed us. When we got to our door, Shola caught sight of two brown envelopes at the door and called our attention to them. We looked inside and found what made us shout out in a loud voice...

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Everyone in our compound heard the shout and came out to know what is happening to these ‘two mysterious guys living in our compound.' They needed to satisfy their curiosity.

The letters were from one of the many companies where we had gone for interviews. We had even forgotten about this particular one. But the offer was just too juicy to reject. The letter read thus:

Dear Mr. Ade Aderemi,

APPOINTMENT LETTER

Following the successful interview you had with us, we are pleased to offer you the post of a FINANCIAL ANALYST (Rotimi was employed as an Accountant.) with immediate effect.
You will be placed on a basic salary of 1.5m naira per annum. You will also be entitled to the following allowances:
Transport: 1m
Housing: 1.5m
Leave: 20% of basic salary
Medical: 900,000 and
Wardrobe: 750,000...
Other terms of your appointment are stated in the company's conditions of service... Congratulations.

Rotimi's letter also read the same. We were to resume the following working day for a pre-employment medical at the company's medical centre. They were an auditing firm and one of the biggest in the country. We were to work in their Lagos office on the Lagos Island.

We had also called our parents who were beside themselves with joy. Rotimi's mum had been very happy. They asked if we were employed separately and we replied that we would be working in the same organisation but in different capacities. My mum also had pointed to me that it was time to tidy up things with Shola.

Shola asked us what the next thing was and we told her that it was time for celebration. The letter had come the previous morning before our arrival from Zaria. The celebration was done for everybody who cared to take part in it.

After the celebrations that day, we decided with Shola that we would still be living in that house and continue shuffling between our house and Shola's. Only our wardrobe would be changed.

We drafted our resignation letter and went to the Principal's house to tender it. He was sad to lose us. He said we were change agents in the school and that the school would forever be grateful to us. He also said that he would make sure a befitting send forth programme was organised for us when the school resumed. We were paid all the entitlements due to us and with it; we headed to the Yaba market to buy what we needed.

We had bought clothes, shoes, ties, cufflinks, and two complete suits each. We also bought things for Shola. She was the one who selected all the things we bought. She refined our fashion sense, especially mine which was very crude at the time. She selected the right materials and the correct colour combination for us. She also made sure we bought accessories such as starch and another steam iron. Our previous dressing had mostly been Tee Shirts and Jeanswear and a few shirts. We had a few native wears too. Hence the need for the shopping we did. Shola had again struck another bell in my heart. Yet I fear her dream man who was my greatest competitor and had so far refused to surface.

We went back home with our booty and settled down to eat another deliciously cooked meal from the hands of Shola. The one we ate before going to Yaba had digested. Rotimi remembered that we had not told our adopted children and their parents.

We called Bunmi's parents, then Bola's and finally Bimbo's parents. They were all happy for us but they were sad that we were leaving their daughters' school. We promised to still be around and that we would still be the big brother figure we had always been. They prayed for our continual success and upliftment in our new challenge.

The next to be told was the girls themselves. They were virtually weeping over the phone. None of them was around because they had all travelled for the holidays. They said they would miss us a lot in the school. We had to reiterate what we told their parents before they stopped crying. We also gave them the consolation that Shola was still in the school and would be our eyes and representative to them. Hearing that, they calmed down and wished us well.

Dr. Tanimowo was as mischievous as he could. He was also very happy for us and he reminded us that we should not forget our Masters programme which we too had thought about. Then he said that we needed to develop ourselves by writing professional exams as much as possible. We too agreed and promised to begin the process involved in them. He gave us a target of six months to get advanced certificate in our fields. He then spoke again to me privately. I asked if he knew who Shola's dream man was, he laughed for a while before saying,
''I sabi am wella and na somebody wey you been dey see. I no go tell you. Na you go fight am collect the babe. The guy strong and get brain wella. So make you soji your life before him go carry the babe patapata.''

I thanked him and thought about his words and then I resolved within me to find this guy who is trying to win Shola from me...

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Ade's Chronicle 45. (Episode Finale)
Monday finally came and we had left home at five thirty in the morning in a bid to arrive at the office early. Shola had done us the pleasure of selecting what we wore and she had ironed them for us while we slept after a heavy meal of eba and efo riro. She had slept in our place the previous night and had woken us up by four thirty a.m. She made sure we ate a breakfast of bread and tea before leaving home. She was a darling.

We got there at seven forty-five a.m and we were directed to the office of the Human Resources manager where we were further directed to the medical centre not too far away from the company itself. We were tested for blood sugar, eyes, ears, malaria, genotype, height, weight, and many others. We were asked to go back to the office where we were told that we passed. I marvelled at the speed with which the test results came out. Everything was under five hours.

At the office, our individual department heads were shown to us and still we were not separated. The auditing and accounting departments of the organisation were fused. It was only our offices that were different.

My office was a sight to behold. It was very comfortable and spacious with the relevant things which made work easy. Our laptops and mobile internet modems had been waiting for us in our offices. I was glad I got the job. I had a secretary whose office was just outside mine. Rotimi too said he had one.

By the time we were introduced to the major and minor members of staff of the organisation, it was time to leave for home. We were asked to take our laptops which we thankfully did and behold, we had one or two files on them to work on and which will familiarise us with our individual designation. Work had really started!

That was how we became full time workers leaving home everyday at five a.m and returning home at eight p.m to the waiting arms of Shola whose love continue to grow in me by the day.

Shola had decided to be a teacher for the rest of her days. She said the job would avail her the opportunity to care well for her family and children and I had said that lucky is the husband who marries her and she had laughed at my statement.

After a year of working and bagging two professional certificates each, Rotimi and I decided it was time to begin preparing for married life. We had rented a four bedroom flat in our area. It was a new house and Rotimi had picked the second floor while I took the last floor. We furnished and moved into the house with the ever reliable Shola with us.

It was then I decided to take the bold step that will decide my fate with Shola, whose dream man still eluded us.

Rotimi had helped me get a diamond engagement ring without Shola's knowledge. We had both organised a house warming event with a few friends including Rotimi's fiancee, Ranti, who was by then serving in Lagos and Dr. Tanimowo, who was also in the know of things, in attendance. The party had gone on smoothly until I had asked Shola for a dance. We danced for close to an hour and she was very happy as she gracefully stepped around the dance floor in her red dinner gown. I could not but shiver at the fear of failure in such an event of such magnitude.

The M. C announced that one of the celebrants had an announcement to make. My heart pounded wildly as shakily took the microphone. I greeted everybody present and thanked them for coming then I said,
''This is to thank everybody as I had said. But most importantly my friend Oluwarotimi wha had been a pest and a brother to me in all things. His fiancée, Ranti who is now back in Lagos with lots of Ibo language and my beloved mentor and helper, Dr. Olumde Tanimowo who flew in from Zaria. And finally to God who has made today a reality. I had fought this for a long while and had battled to keep fit. I just believe that if I lose today it will be on record that I tried to win but came second. With this I want to implore you al to help me beg that lady in flowing red dress, Oluwanishola, to marry me. Shola, will you please marry me?''
Then I dropped to my knees and held out the ring.

Shola turned blushing, crying and smiling as she approached the point where I was. She took the microphone and said.
''Yes, Ade, I will marry you. Why did it take you so long? You were my dream man I had been talking about. I had waited for this day day and night. Ade, I love and will always love you.'' She gave me her hand and I slipped the ring into its place firmly never to remove it again.

The compound roared into a rapturous applause as I swept her off her feet and gave her a long kiss. One I had been dying to give her for a long while. Rotimi took his own too and we all danced to the beat of Sunny Neji's 'Oruka'.

We shall invite you to our wedding which I think would hold the same day at the same venue. Yes, we can do it....

STOP CHILD ABUSE, IT RUINS LIVES AND DESTROYS GENERATIONS...


THE END...

N. B. All comments and reservations are welcome as usual. Thanks.

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Ade's Chronicle 41
Going back to our house is out of the equation for now. Shola had been badly beaten and abused by an ingrate she had set up to a substantial level in life. We could not leave her alone in that state to be alone, who knows if that idiot was even planning on coming to her house for further assault.

Rotimi was shaking his head all through the journey back to Shola's house.
''Ol boy ye, this guy na beast o. Me wey I dey talk sef nko. Like say I never beat woman before, but Shola don suffer for we guy hand o. Me first hit am cos I no get patient to hear her tory come still wan break her head ontop say she wan give me water. This animal come panel beat am ontop say she tell am her past. That guy no too do well o. But sha me I see am I get hope o. I been dey think say na me bad pass. I no fit do am lailai ontop all wetin she don do am for him life. But sha I gbadun as you take batter him body pass Shola own too. Ol boy, na SSS 2 you don fight last o. So you still sabi that hand, I see as you take am destroy Tokunbo o. You do well my guy!'' Rotimi said amusing us all, including the almost blind Shola.
I was happy to see her laugh. It was a good sign. Nevertheless, I never intended on leaving her for a second.

When we got home, Shola and I went in while Rotimi went with the cab to our house to get fresh clothes for us. He would take clothes that would last us for a week and return to Shola's place.

I took Shola to her room after preparing a light meal of noodles and egg for her which she ate before taking her drugs. It was the first time I would set foot in her room. The room was lovely. It spoke of her personality, gentle, caring, loving and tender. The colour pink dominated the room with touches of light blue. On her bed was a giant teddy bear that sleeps and wakes up with her. On the wall was the picture of all her family members including her step mum. I could not but marvel at the peace the room gave on entering it.

I laid her on the bed, tucked the duvet around her and told her to flash me if she needed anything and left the lovely room which invited me to sleep.

Rotimi came back sooner than I expected. He was on the phone with his fiancée narrating all that went on to her. They were like Siamese twins and I was happy for them. Nothing happened to us that she doesn't know and vice versa. A difference from 'Dara who hears mine and give scanty tales about hers. He told her that I was falling in love with Shola which I vehemently denied but deep inside me, I knew it was true. I eventually snatched the phone from Rotimi and spoke to 'Ranti confirming the incident. I told her what her fiance said and did and she laughed that only God can save Rotimi from that flaw of his, quick and fast anger like Sango (Yoruba god of thunder) which subsides faster than the foams on the waves of the atlantic ocean. I asked when she would visit us from school and she promised to come down to Lagos to see us as soon as they have a break. Ranti schooled in the Federal University of Technology, Owerri. They had met during our service in the East. She also said she could not wait to meet Shola who was yearning to meet her too.

We ate a light dinner and slept after checking on Shola who was fast asleep. She looked like a baby in her sleep and I had to force myself to leave there lest I watch her till daybreak.

We woke up and prepared for work and by seven a.m we woke Shola to eat and take her drugs then we left for school. In school, we explained to the principal that she had a minor accident and would take time for her to heal before resuming for work. He generously granted her leave and told us that he too would check on her after school hours, which he did.
Through out that day in school, parents continued to throng into the principal's office to thank him for the couselling session the students had. He in turn kept directing them to us. We left school that day with enough cash to pay our salaries for three months each. It would have been more had we not rejected others. We also went home with foodstuff and other valuables which were given to us as tokens of appreciation. I called Shola to tell her about it and inquire about her health, she was happy. We also talked to Dr. Tanimowo who said it's our for the keeps and he also said he had received numerous calls and thank you texts from many parents over the weekend. Bunmi, Bimbo and Bola came to say hi to us. Folake and Ronke too were full of thanks. Our heads was well swollen.

School closed and students and staff thronged the house to greet Shola. After they left, We were happily sharing gist with Shola in the sitting room around five in the evening after eating our lunch, when Shola's phone rang. She looked at the screen and her countenance changed. I noticed it faster before she cut the call. I did not talk. It rang again but I told her openly to pick it not knowing who it was. She stared at me and picked it.

''Hello Tokunbo,'' She said...

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Ade's Chronicle 42
''Consider this relationship over o. You came to my house with that thug to beat me up abi? After coming to tell me all your shameful acts. I corrected you and you slap my face only for your thug to beat me up like someone who had an Okada accident. Shola, it is over between us forever, don't bother trying to beg me o. Just stick with that your thug, okay?'' Tokunbo ranted and raved.
''You know what Tokunbo? You are a shameless fool. I know it's already over even before you said it. So, I just want to thank you for saying it. Move on because I am moving on. And please, don't bother returning all you owe me. You fool.'' Shola said bitterly.

I was happy she could give it to him as he brought it to her.
''Eh eh! That boy is giving you liver abi? Then it is final. But you will regret this okay? Anywhere you and those boys go, just watch your back because I will strike back.'' Tokunbo threatened.
Shola had wisely at that point begin the recording of the conversation.
''So if anything hits you, it's me. You have the effrontery to come to my home and tell me rubbish, slap my face and unleash thugs on me! Ah! You will never try it again, I will make sure I spoil that your fine girl and that no man find you attractive, goodday!'' He said obviously pained at Shola's boldness and terminated the call.

Shola dropped her phone and explained how it went despite my insistence that she shouldn't.
She said she had met him in the room sipping his wine. She had apologised for coming late and had helped him prepared a brief meal of rice. He was eating when she started her story but he was non chalant. After she had explained how she became a paedophile, she had gone on to explain how she hid it from him and her conscience won't let her rest hence her confessing to him and seeking his forgiveness. She said he had not bothered to allow her end it to the counselling part and our role in it when he got furious that Shola was giving 'his own honeypot' (as if he had married her) to young boys and girls. She had tried to calm him down to listen to him that it was now in the past but he had flared up the more and slapped her. She had protested and he had slapped her again which she replied. Then he had started beating her up saying she dared slap him back. She had run out after he had punched and hit her with a glass cup.

Tears streamed down her face again. I stood up and went into our room. Rotimi had followed me and had seen me getting dressed. He did same thinking I intended going back to Ojuelegba to beat the living daylight out of Tokunbo again.

When I got to the sitting room, I told Shola that we are going to the Police Station and she had to go with us. Nothing must happen to us. She went in to change her clothes and took her phone and we got out of the house.

We got a cab which took us to the nearest police station where we lodged an official complaint of threat and assault on Shola. The D. P. O of the station happened to be a woman and on seeing Shola's face, she ordered the arrest of Tokunbo. We took the men to Ojuelegba and fortunately for us, Tokunbo was at home. I pointed to him and some witnesses who I could identify from the previous day. They were interrogated and all attested to the fact that he assaulted Shola. He was then whisked away to the station. He spent the night there.

After school the next day, Shola prevailed on the DPO to release him after he had signed an undertaking if anything should happen to the three of us, he would be held responsible. The battered Tokunbo looked at us scornfully and signed the undertaking. He had beed beaten up a little in the cell by those he had met there. The DPO warned him sternly never to touch a woman again in his life and that he should be grateful that Shola did not press charges against him. She dismissed him with the instruction that all things taken from him should be returned. We thanked her and left her office. At the counter, I gave one of the officers who I had become familiar with two thousand naira. He was happy and thanked me profusely.
I was surprised that the Police could be of help to us in such a just manner and without collecting a dime for discharging their duty. Really, I was impressed.

Outside the station, Tokunbo met us waiting for the cab we had called. He came to my side, looked at me and said,
''You don't anything about that bitch, right? She told me some things about herself which made me angry. I know she won't tell you cos you are her new toy. No problem, I wish you luck and when she finds a new toy, she would make sure you visit the station again but as the vanquished and not the victor.''
I scoffed at him and hissed. He was a very bad loser and to me, a nonentity.

I told Shola and Rotimi what he said and Shola laughed and *yinmu at him. Our cab arrived and we left him standing there with Shola thanking God for taking him out of her life forever...

N.B. I don't know the English equivalent for that word o. Pls, bear with me.
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I remain urs Yettocome.

Ade's Chronicle 40
It is Sunday morning and we are not in a haste to get out of bed. We all eventually met to the sitting room around ten o'clock. None of us was in a hurry to go anywhere. We had not even brushed less having a bath. We were really hungry.

The three of us headed to the kitchen and after one hour of cooking and frying amidst bantering and chatting and even backslapping, we came out with boiled plantain and fried eggs with steaming mugs of beverage.
We settled as usual on the rug, in front of the cable teevee and tucked in the food while watching the programmes they had to offer. After eating, we were sweating like Christmas turkeys. We all sprawled there and slept for God-knows-how-long.

We woke up to the loud ringing of a phone. It was Shola's. Tokunbo had called her thrice and she had not picked his calls. Immediately she picked it, she put it on speaker as usual.
''Hello dear,'' She said sleepily.
''Don't dear me, what did we agree on yesterday, you have refused to pick my calls since.'' He complained bitterly without a pause.
''I was sleeping...'' She tried to explain but he cut her short.
''What sort of sleep is that? Did you die? Ah ah! You will burn in a house with that your foolish sleepiness. Your phone's ringing was not enough to wake you abi? And you expect someone to marry a bad sleeper like you. Okay o, you have found a husband o.'' He tongue-lashed her.
''Are you now at home?'' She said after sighing.
''Mba, I am in your house sleeping like you. If you won't come lemme know o. I have places to go.'' He said and ended the call.
Shola looked at us and smiled. Her mind was made up. What sort of a man would not listen to his partner's excuse? Tokunbo was far worse than my friend in terms of anger. While Rotimi will listen to yours before exploding, Tokunbo just blew up without listening to anyone's reasons. Too bad for a man who claims he will get married.

We went to speechlessly after the call to the bathroom to shower and prepare hastily for the journey ahead. By the time we came out to the sitting room, it was well past two in the afternoon.

Shola was looking very cute in the long green dress she wore. Her feet were in a black slippers and she draped a black scarf round her neck. She was just too beautiful. I could not help but stare at her. She caught me staring and smiled, I felt ashamed of myself. To cover up, I complimented her dressing and she said I wasn't looking bad too in my green and black striped tee shirt on my dark blue denim wear. Rotimi and I loved plain materials, we believed that those with drawings or too many writings on them are for touts and exuberant teenagers. Hence we go for plain tee shirts, polo, and round necks. Rotimi on his part looked at us and laughed at us he had also caught me staring at Shola and knew that I was getting more interested in her by the day. I was just being cautious and biding my time before making any move. That day, Rotimi's fiancée would be proud of him in his plain white round neck tee shirt and his black jeans wear on his beloved black moccasin. He dresses better than I do, I give him that.

We stepped out of the house and hailed a taxi which took us to the Ojuelegba residence of Tokunbo. Shola had a car but hated driving and we are still learning to drive hence the need to charter cabs around town. All on the bills of Shola.

She told us to stay in the local cafeteria not too far away from the house as she made her way to the green three storeyed builing which had black gates. The area spoke of the mixed statuses of its residents. Tokunbo's house seemed to be occupied by middle income earners and the rich ones who are waiting for their houses to be completed.

We had been at the cafeteria for close to two and half hours and counting nursing our second bottle of malt drink when Shola came out of the house eyes puffed and nose bleeding. Hot on her heels was the guy I believed to be her Tokunbo shouting at the top of his voice for her to wait and receive more beatings. The neighbours were restraining him and he was shouting to be allowed to deal with her the more. He shouted obscenities at her and exposed as much of what she had just told him as possible.

I stood up from my seat, headed towards her, walked past her and cleared the crowd. I met with Tokunbo held his shirt and gave him a head butt on his nose. We were separated but I left him with a cut mouth and bloodied face and a lesson not to beat up a woman again in his life. The bastard could not fight his fellow man.

I rebuffed all those holding me, joined Shola and Rotimi at the cafeteria. By then, people had gathered to know what happened but I told the crying Shola not to utter a word. Her wounds were cleaned at a nearby pharmacy where the idiotic Tokunbo lay as one who had had an Okada accident. I never looked at him twice as people pointed at me some saying he deserved it and others hailing me.

We got another cab and headed home...
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mistah_teepex: why I go vex 4 my Oqa oooo.... I hope all is well....

Boss, we dey thank God. Just that my job is very demanding and time consuming.

adegwurulez: Tunkunbo is going to turn her face into a punching bag.

Ade, Na who tell u?

Boss Tee pex, no vex for ur boy at all. Work no allow me even sleep lest getting time for myself.

Ade's Chronicle 39
According to Shola, her boyfriend, Tokunbo, was a cantankerous and aggressive individual whose tenets and view of life could be said to be warped. She had met him at Oyingbo in his younger sister's shop. Nike, Shola's former course mate, had taken to selling provisions at the Oyingbo market immediately after service and her business was doing fine.

She had happened to be visiting Nike that day, two years before then, when she had met Tokunbo almost beating up his younger sister because she had refused to give him some money he requested for. Shola had played the Good Samaritan and had given him the money to sue for peace. He had collected her number and later called to say thank you and then things had progressed from there till that time.

She described Tokunbo as a fair and handsome young man who was already in his marriageable age, - every girl's dream man- tall, muscular with six packs abs, hairy with a neat goatie and always spotting a clean shaven skull. She had stuck to him because she thought her actions can't leave her if Tokunbo should find out and leave her, hence, she had been putting up with all his ill manners. Tokunbo had read Business Administration and had squandered the capital given to him by his parents to set up the business he had dreamt of owning. After Shola came into his life, she had also set him up twice, the first one going down the drain while the second is now what he is managing with three employees to his name. He deals in electronics and mobile phones at the Alaba market. He adored Shola who in turn had been coping with his deeds till her dream man entered her life, she had said.

She had refused to tell us who her dream man was. She just added that she was fed up with Tokunbo and his antics. He had almost beaten her up on four occasions and all he could say was sorry. She said she had stuck to him because she was getting happiness elsewhere (that was in her pedophilic acts) but now that those had stopped, she needed to take a decision on her life with Tokunbo. She then told us what Dr. Tanimowo had told her the previous night I had eavesdropped on them. She concluded saying that he ought to have proposed to her to show his seriousness but she did not know what had been holding him back and each time she had broached the subject with him, he had always called her a desperate chic, which always hurt her. She prayed that he gets annoyed and breaks up with her after telling him her past action because if he should do otherwise, he would torment her with it all through the rest of their lives together. She said she preferred to be single and free of guilt than living with someone who will torture her to death with extant memories which she was trying to bury.

Rotimi and I had just been looking at her as she talked as if she dropped from heaven. Shola was indeed free. My heart tingled at her prayer. I prayed it was answered and that her dream man come for her. Then I chided myself for the prayer. ''What's your business?'' I had said to myself.

Then she had brought out her phone to call him.
''Hello dear,'' Shola said as she touched the speaker icon on the screen of her Samsung phone.
''Hello ma boo,'' Tokunbo shouted.
It seemed that he was somewhere where he could not hear her properly.
''Where are you?'' She asked.
''I am in the market o but I will soon leave jare. Those boys I told you about complained about the new product I just ordered, so I want to go to those people's office today and complain too.'' He explained.
''And I need to see you o and it is very urgent. Can we see today?'' She asked an obviously wrong question.
''Mba o. We can't see today. Since you said it's urgent, let's meet at my place tomorrow after church service. Is that fine by you?'' Tokunbo offered.
''It's okay. Tomorrow then. Take care of yourself o. And don't do what I won't do.''
''You too take care o. I will do what you won't do o. Cos dem no even born you wella make you try am.'' Tokunbo said jokingly.
''I know say I no fit o. Love you dear.'' Shola said.
''I am at work. I won't reply that sentimental bullshit. You are too romantic. Bye bye jo.'' He said ending the call.

Shola heaved a sigh and gave me a 'didn't I tell you' kind of look. She smiled and shook her head.
''Why are you shaking your head now?''
''Tomorrow won't be holy, Ade, how I wish you guys would go with me.'' she said sounding worried.
''We would go with you, but we would hang around while you go in to meet him.'' Rotimi said and she brightened up.

We got home, freshened up and had another decent meal before hitting the streets in the evening cool air for a stroll that eased off all tensions of the last few weeks totally out of my being. How I loved that cool evening breeze!


Night came and so was dinner. It was eaten, forgotten as we played games.

What Shola had said about Tokunbo seemed to me like a child's play and I never understood what her fears were until the next day after the meeting with Tokunbo.
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Ade's Chronicle 38
Sleep overcame me due to weariness from
the activities of the last seventeen hours or
so. My alarm never woke me up much to
Rotimi's relief. He never set alarms, I was
his alarm. Hence we both slept like wood
logs till a knock woke us around six thirty
five. It was Shola. She came in with
breakfast and told us that Dr. Tanimowo
was ready to hit the streets. It came as a
surprise to us because I wondered if he
slept at all. We rushed the breakfast of toast
and tea and rushed to get set for school.
At 7:05 a.m, we stepped out of the house
after convincing Dr to leave his brother's
car at home. We trekked and chatted all the
way to school asking if he slept at all. Shola
said that she too had wondered because
she had thought that we would all get to
school late but she was surprised when Dr
knocked on her door at six already dressed
and asking for a spare toothbrush. We all
laughed but he said it wasn't his fault
because life as an academic usually robbed
him of sleep once in a while till he got used
to it. All our conversation that morning was
in pidgin.
We got to school and headed for his office
but it was from the gate that we noticed
lots of cars parked. Parents were around.
The principal came in some minutes after
us and told the Dr that parents had come to
see him and thank him for the
spontaneous changes noticed in their
wards under twenty four hours. He told the
principal to gather them all in the school
hall for a brief session before the assembly.
The brief session lasted an hour and all the
parents who were there never remained
the same. They all got imparted one way or
the other.
After they left, Dr. Tanimowo attended to
the students I sent home the previous day
before attending to any other person. His
rule was 'first come first served.'
He then requested the presence of the
remaining of Shola's casualties. Folake and
Ronke, then Kunle, Remi, and Dolapo. He
spent an hour each with them and at the
end of the sessions like those before them,
their eyes and faces told the tale of what
went on in the office.
He attended to other students who kept
trooping in in their multitudes. I still think
till date that the advice and attention he
gave them that day made the students
come as they did. He was nothing but a
father and a mentor.
He ended the day that friday around eight
p.m. The school generator had to be put on
because some students had left earlier to
call their parents at his request. Also, he
had told all Shola's victims to stay behind till
he finished. What he wanted to do he never
told us till everyone had left and it remained
them (Shola's victims) and Rotimi and I.
There in front of his office, he told Shola to
apologise to them one after the other.
Tears flowed again ceaselessly from each of
them as they all forgave her and themselves
for the kind of life they had lived prior to
that day. Rotimi and I looked at ourselves
and gave ourselves a 'hi five' because right
before us was our solved problems. We
were gay and ecstatic; happy was not the
right word for what we felt that night.
After the tears session, they all left and we
once again headed home after the principal
had profusely thanked Dr. Tanimowo and
offered him a cheque of fifty thousand
naira which he vehemently refused. He had
said that the principal should use the
money to set up a counselling clinic as he
had described in the manual he left with
him (the principal). He said also that we,
Rotimi and I, are his boys and we are not
rich enough to pay for his services, so
taking the money, to him, is like collecting
money from his poor students. He,
however, told the principal to feel free to
call on him for consultancy services and
training for the counsellor who the school
will employ and he jokingly added that by
then, he would 'charge' the school for the
service. He then rounded off by saying that
the standard he had set in the school,
should not allow to fall and any parent who
needed his help should be given his
number to call him anytime, anywhere.
With that we left the school and happily
went back to Shola's house who stuck to
my side like a leech calling me her life's
saviour.
She prepared a dinner of rice and stew-
which was very palatable, even better than
'Dara's cooking of same- with ice cold
bottles of J&W sparkling non-alcoholic
wine.
By ten p.m, we sent Dr to bed because he
has a nine o'clock flight to catch and has to
drop his brother's car at home. After the
headlines, we all slept like babies till the
cockcrow woke us.
We left Shola's house by 7:30a.m and
headed to Dr's brother's house. We
dropped the Camry and got a cab which
took us to the local wing of the MMA. After
he had checked in and his flight confirmed,
we all thanked him immensely and chatted
till his flight was announced and we waved
him goodbye with tears in our eyes
promising to call him in about two hours
when we were sure his plane would have
landed safely.
On the way home, Shola dialled a number..
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Ade's Chronicle 37
The students trooped out of the hall
immediately th principal and guests stood
up. They had headed to Dr. Tanimowo's
office. The teachers too lurked around,
mostly the junior ones. By the time Dr.
Tanimowo arrived at the office, he could
hardly find the door, they all loved his
lecture and yearned to have a private
session with him. The principal then knew
that indeed, a counsellor was needed in the
school.
The Dr had barely settled down in his office
when the patients, as he called them began
trooping in. Each spent like thirty minutes
and they usually came out smiling and
thoroughly relieved as against the scared
faces they went in with. I and Rotimi were
the gate keepers who made sure that the
air of strict confidentiality was maintained.
The teachers and other members of staff
including the principal arrived for their turn
around four in the afternoon and after
three hours of consultation; I announced to
the remaining students that they should
come the next day. They grudgingly left.
These were mostly students who barely
waited after the official closing hours of
four p.m. They had waited till seven p.m
that day and were willing to wait longer
just to see the Dr. Priority indeed lies in the
mind.
Dr. Tanimowo came out at around seven
thirty p.m. He wished to see Bunmi's
parents and that of the other two girls. The
three girls had gone home but we all
entered his car and zoomed off to Mushin.
Fortunately for us, Bunmi's parents were
around and were surprised to see three
teachers from their daughter's school and
a complete stranger. They welcomed us
and Dr. Tanimowo wasted no time in
addressing what had brought us. He
expertly blamed Bunmi's parents for their
love for material things at the expense of
their daughter. He however, did not reveal
all the girl's crimes but he advised them to
create more time for her to avoid a
calamitous ending for her. He then took the
startled Bunmi into her room for a private
session. When they came out of the room,
she was a changed girl. She held Shola and
wept at her feet and did likewise for
Rotimi. I stood aloof and watched as she
cried on her parents' laps. Her parents
were grateful for the visit and promised to
adjust.
Bunmi took us to Bola's house where
almost the same thing happened before we
headed to Bimbo's home. She was also
surprised to see us. Her parents too were
stunned at the revelations made about
their angelic daughter. They wept and
wept. The session was not too different
from the previous ones. But the difference
was that we ate at Bimbo's house after her
parents had seriously insisted on it. They
said they would forever be grateful for
what the school and the Dr had done for
them and their daughter.
I was very happy at the way Dr. Tanimowo
solved the mountainous challenge that had
bedevilled us in the weeks past. He had not
told us we would do a family counselling
but he had done it and now we only
suffered slight inconveniences. The man is
a genius!
We got back to Shola's house at around
two thirty a.m having stayed longest at
Bimbo's house. Rotimi got a text message
from Bunmi thanking him for bringing Dr.
Tanimowo to the school. She also said that
he should thank me for her because she is
afraid that I might be hostile towards her. I
received a similar one form Bola nd Bimbo.
They had apologised and thanked me for
making them realise their mistakes and
making them sensible teenagers.
Shola set up a spare room for Dr.
Tanimowo who refused to sleep until we
had entered our room. But the curiosity in
me got the better of me as I left the room
after fifteen minutes and tiptoed to the
door linking the sittingroom to the
bedrooms. I gummed my ears to the door
to eavesdrop on the conversation between
Dr. Tanimowo and Shola. Shola thanked him
profusely for coming to our aid. He, in his
characteristic manner, told her all thanks
belong to God. He said that it is now time
for her own couselling. He adviced her to
keep our company as we would always be
her watchdog. Then he told her to confess
her past actions to her boyfriend to have a
healthy relationship with him, else, she
would be as guilty as anything. He also told
her that whenever she sees teens, she
should remember that she is their role
model, thus, she would get over her
paedophilic instincts gradually. She thanked
him again and asked that what if her
boyfriend takes it the other way. He smiled
and asked who she truly loved to get
married to. Her reply was hushed and I was
not able to hear that but I heard the Dr say,
that it was a good choice and that the
person was right for her. She was happy
and prayed it would go well between her
and her boyfriend and if not, it would pave
way for her to get the man of her dreams.
They came towards the door and I ran back
to our room. Rolling over and over on the
bed wondering who Shola's dream man
was...
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Ade's Chronicle 36
Dr Tanimowo sat on one of the chairs
facing the principal. He did not see us when
we entered because the door was left
opened as the school's principal officers
trooped in to greet him. So when he saw
the smile on the face of the principal, he
turned to look at the people who had just
come in. He saw us, smiled as he stood up
to give us a hug each and said,
''My two troublesome boys, how una dey?''
It was sure he was happy to see us after
two years.
''We dey o. No be you teach us how to
shoot wahala?'' said I.
He slapped our backs and said again, ''Una
still never shange o. Una just go become
big. Ah ah! Wetin una dey shop?''
''Oga mi, you too no shange jo. That ya wife
dey do better work for ya body o. Na only
small remain make we no sabi you again.
But sha, you do well. Welcome sir.'' Rotimi
said as we all cursied.
The Principal stood watching us as we
chatted, laughed and bantered in pidgin. He
was surprised at the camaraderie we
exuded. Shola was not in the least
surprised as she had witnessed much of it
before then and had even participated in it.
After greeting his boys, Dr. Tanimowo said,
''And you must be Shola?''
She replied in the affirmative.
''Wow! You actually are more radiant than
the way you sound on phone, I must say.
Hope you didn't mind my not recognising
you earlier and hope these boys haven't
troubled you much?''
Shola smilingly thanked him and said
imitating us, ''Dem no fit trouble me sir, I be
dem mama.''
We all laughed at her joke.
Fifteen minutes later, a teacher came to tell
the principal that the assembly hall had
filled up and the students were waiting for
us. Immediately, we left for the venue of the
action. I carried my lecturer's briefcase
while Shola carried his laptop bag and
Rotimi had to make do with his jacket. The
principal walked in front while we followed
in the rear after Dr. Tanimowo.
We got to the hall at exactly ten a.m. All the
students had an expectant look on their
faces and rose to greet as we entered the
hall. The principal took the microphone and
introduced the guests.
''The day I have been telling you about is
finally here. We have amidst us from the
great Ahmadu Bello University, Zaria, a
great man and a Professor of Psychology.
He flew in from Zaria last night and is here
this morning to help us tackle our
challenges as he calls it. Give a round of
applause to Dr. Olumide Tanimowo.''
The hall roared in response to his
command as Dr. Tanimowo stood for
recognition. The principal invited Rotimi,
Shola and I to the high table where all other
senior members of staff were seated. We
really felt like VIPs.
Dr. Tanimowo finally took the stage and
started his lecture. His laptop was in front
of him but he did not switch it on. Only the
three of us knew, he hated reading his
prepared notes.
''Good morning ladies and gents, sorry,
boys and girls or should I say, miniature
men and women?'' The students laughed
at his statement.
''It's not funny o. What you are is different
from what people see you as. That is the
begining of our individual challenges. And
language doesn't help at times, you might
be something that you want to express but
the right word for it might not exist in
language. Now, the language say you are
boys and girls but I know some of you
won't like that tag. Am I wrong?'' He asked.
''No sir!'' chorused the obviously excited
students.
''So I want you to know that perception is
the greatest instrument to individual
psychological challenges and solutions.
There are many ways to fall into teenage
and adulthood crises as had been
highlighted to me. Some might be through
rape, through peer pressure, through
indoctrination, through influence, etc, but it
is the way you perceive yourself that will
determine the way you respond to other
means of these challenges. For instance, a
victim of rape might see him or herself as
an outcast and as such believe that the best
way is to do such to others and thus, the
trend continues. While another victim of
such might just perceive him or herself as a
victim of circumstance and see it as a wake
up call to end such ill. So my dear listeners,
though it is arguable that individual
perception does not work in all cases of
our societal challenges, such as the case of
those forced into prostitution, it still
remains that your mind belongs to you and
you have virtual control over it. You choose
what to believe and what not to believe. So
believe in your positive abilities and all
negativities will fall by the wayside even if
you had been forced to do them. It is your
positive mind that will create a way out for
you.
I am still around and look forward to
seeing you all individually as we chart a
way out of your individual challenges.
Thank you.''
Everybody including the principal who had
been shaking his head all through the
lecture gave a rasping applause to him as
he left the podium.
Questions and answers followed and the
personal sessions began in his makeshift
office. The students trooped in...
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Ade's Chronicle 35
After what seemed to me like ages and
amidst lots of banter between them, Rotimi
and Shola emerged from the kitchen
bearing the 'special' meal. It was vegetable
soup and pounded yam. She had used the
electric pounder and not the mortar and
pestle. Technology had indeed made life
easy.
We sat down and ate the food and I must
say, it was delicious. Shola was a good
cook. She forced me to eat much of the
food and I was grateful for it. Thirty
minutes later, we settled in front of the
television for the normal dose of news. This
time on NTA because I had told them I need
to sleep early. Thirty minutes into the news,
I dozed off and was woken by Shola who
guided me to the room where our things
were already placed. She was talking
animatedly on the phone to someone I
thought had to be her boyfriend. I cared
less; sleep took me as soon as I hit the bed.
My alarm woke me at its normal time. I got
up and wiped sleep out of my eyes
wondering where I was. Rotimi was
sprawled on the bed with his hands and
feet pole apart. I observed the room well
and remembered where I was. I got out of
the bed and in the process waking Rotimi
who said something inaudible and went
back to bed.
I had my bath and prepared for work. I
was saying my prayers when the door
opened after a light knock and Shola came
in beaming with smiles. She greeted me
and woke Rotimi who reluctantly got up
and dressed for work too.
I reminded them that it was a Thursday
and they told me that they had not
forgotten what would happen that day.
Shola went out and came back fully dressed
for work and with a light breakfast of
bread and tea. I attacked it with a lot of
gusto. I had gradually become myself after
all the events of the past two days. I was
begining to like Shola the more but I was
cautious, else, I embarrass myself. She was
not really the kind of picture we had prior
to knowing her fully. She was just a right
person with the wrong experiences. One of
life's ironies!
We left home and headed for school
around seven a.m. Shola called Dr.
Tanimowo immediately we got to school
and apologised for our inability to call him
the previous day. She explained what
happened to me in brief and he requested
to talk to me. He joked over it and told me
to cheer up as a broken relationship is way
better than a broken marriage. I thanked
him and told him I had begun to go back to
my normal self. He added that he had
thought we would not call him and that he
had planned to surprise us by coming to
the school without calling us. Dr. Tanimowo
had arrived Lagos from the North where
our school was the previous day and had
gotten the direction and location of the
school from its official website.
We asked the hotel he was lodged in and
he told us the name. It was just twenty five
minutes drive from the school. Dr.
Tanimowo was preparing to come to the
school. We gave him directions again and
he said he would be there by nine thirty.
We ended the call when we heard the
pleasant recorded voice of the network
provider's machine telling us that Shola's
airtime is to finish in a minute.
The assembly came and went. The principal
re-iterated his statement the day before
and asked if the students were prepared.
They all answered in the affirmative. He
dispersed them after telling them to get
ready for date with Dr. Tanimowo.
At nine a.m, the Principal called us to his
office to inquire about the Dr's arrival and
we told him that he was already on his
way. He took us to the place where would
be the Dr's office for the two days and we
were satisfied with what we saw. The place
was well organised and befitting for a
counselling session. He said all other things
would be added at the Dr's request. We
went back to the staffroom and he left for
his office. All through, I was nervous, so
was Rotimi, we were the center of
attraction.
The trio came to our office and asked their
questions again. We told them that their
lives would change after the encounter
with the Dr. They never understood what
we meant.
At nine thirty five, my phone rang, it was
the principal summoning the three of us to
his office. As we stepped out of the room,
th emergency bell rang. I knew it was time.
We headed to the office in our usual
fashion, Rotimi, Shola, Ade. In front of the
administrative block was a Toyota Camry
car which looked familiar. It was the Dr.
Tanimowo's younger brother's car that he
drives to our school then. I smiled and
tapped Rotimi who also noticed the car. We
explained to Shola wondering why Dr had
lodged in a hotel rather than staying with
his brother. His brother was a rich trader
who deal in textile and gold which he buys
from the north. Our oga is an enigma!
As we approached the office, we noticed
that all other offices were open and they all
seem to be captivated by the visitor they
had. We went in and we came face to face
with my lecturer who I had last seen two
years before then but who had not
changed much and had come to help, Dr.
Olumide Tanimowo...
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Ade's Chronicle 34
Sleeping after a heartbreak has a kind of
healing power that I cannot describe.
Though it had been argued that even
sleeping after a heartbreak could prove
disastrous as you could experience
nightmares which might compound your
heartaches. But it is also said that the latter
occurs mostly if you think much about it
before going to bed.
The former was the case with me. After the
cold hands of death's brother caught me
under the watchful eyes of Rotimi, I
remembered nothing till my phone's alarm
woke me up feeling very refreshed and
light headed. But immediately I sighted the
ring on the table, memories of the previous
evening came flooding back but I swept it
off as I sluggishly prepared for work.
Rotimi managed to prepare noodles that
morning but I had no appetite at all. He left
me but made sure I drank enough water to
last a lifetime after which we left for work.
In school, the principal announced on the
assembly that a guidance counselling unit
would soon be established in the school. He
also added that, ''From tomorrow till Friday,
a psychologist will be in school to address
all staff and students on some acts that I
have noticed among you all, staff included.
This expert too will have private counselling
sessions with some selected members of
staff that have been noticed to have the
said acts as well as some students with
questionable traits. Then he will have
private sessions with any other person
who might be having any challenge. Either
academic, professional, marital, domestic,
or psychological challenge, all will be
addressed and tackled by the expert. He will
be around on the assembly first tomorrow,
then the private sessions will take place in
the office that we have created for him. It is
the office behind the canteen. Just go there
to see him. I implore you all to take this
opportunity to solve one or two things that
might be hindering you in any way. The
school time table has been suspended for
the two days, normal academic activities
resume on Monday. Lastly, this was done in
conjunction with two brilliant members of
our staff, Messrs Rotimi and Ade as you
know them. They are instrumental in
getting the renowned doctor of psychology
to pay us a visit without taking a kobo from
the school's purse. We say thank you to the
two of them.''
With that, the whole hall roared into a big
applause. Our heads swelled twice their
sizes. We had not expected the principal to
talk about our involvement in the planning
of the sessions. I thought in my mind, 'If
somebody rejects us as theirs, some others
will accept us as theirs.' That also lifted my
spirit a bit before the students marched to
their classes to receive their lectures for the
day.
Shola saw my countenance at the assembly
ground and immediately we got to the
staffroom she demanded to know what
happened to one of her new found trusted
friends. I told her nothing was wrong with
me and we all left for our classes.
By break time, she came with a full force
firing an all cylinders demanding again to
know why my face wore such a sombre
look. Rotimi was seated at his corner
attending to the three girls who wanted to
know the details of the principal's
announcement and the level of our
involvement. They had started with me and
when they had got no favourable response
from me and my bad face, they switched to
Rotimi who was patient enough to answer
their questions untiringly. They had poked
and poked him to tell them when they
would 'see' me and why I was in such a
mood as I was that day. Rotimi had told
them that things happened for a reason
and all things in life are like pieces of a
jigsaw puzzle that gets fixed after many
trials and errors. He also told them that one
cannot be happy everyday, so my day was
like that because it was time for me to be
sad. I did as if I never heard them. Rotimi is
a friend.
Shola refused me space and peace all
through the break time because I rejected
all her avenues to tell her what was wrong
with me. I still by then had no appetite and
when I saw that I needed peace, I followed
her to the canteen where I told her what
happened. She was short of words at first,
but she later pacified me and told me
almost all what I had heard the previous
night except the parts of Rotimi's advice
about our stay in school.
Shola promised that I would stay with her
till I recovered from my heartbreak. I tried
to disagree but she would hear none of it.
School closed for the day and Shola
accompanied us home to pack our bags
and things we would need for four days. It
would be the first time that we would be
sleeping outside our house apart from
travelling home.
We went back to Shola's house with me still
in my sombre mood and Rotimi and Shola
chatting away as Shola prepared what she
said would be a surprise to me since I had
refused to eat since the day's morning.
As the smell of vegetable soup wafted into
my nose from the kitchen, I could not but
battle the Dara's sweet and sour memories
from my mind...
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Ade's Chronicle 33
I had met 'Dara at a time when I people
had been doubting my prowess as a man. I
had not been a saint all along but I was not
a player. It was just that my heart had
refused to go along with anybody. Girls and
ladies swarm around me but I had always
tell them I was not interested. Some had
even called me impotent and I had shown
one or two of them that I was not. They
had left my room then in school crying.
Oluwadarasimi was a three hundred level
student of Economics in our school then. I
had met her when I was in the office of
one of our lecturers. My heart had skipped
a beat as she came in to ask of Mr Adeola
who was not in. I had chatted her up as a
sharp guy and we had become friends.
I asked her out when I was leaving for
service and convinced that what I felt for
her was love and not infatuation. She had
agreed and after I finished service, she had
gone for hers. She was still serving when I
proposed marriage to her and she
accepted not knowing that she had been
double dating.
I never knew also that she was a great
actress and pretender or was I blinded to
the facts and reality because of the love I
had for her? To me she was perfect except
for the too much make up she wears and
some attributes I admired in Shola that she
does not have. Maybe I was really at fault.
Or she was just a devil in an angel's cloak.
I came back to reality to see Rotimi still
pacing nervously. His mood was foul. He
had called his fiancee and told her what
happened. She had requested to speak to
me and I had said no. But I never knew I
said it.
I went to the kitchen to get water. I looked
around and got our first aid box where we
put our drugs. I took out the pack of
Indocid- we bought it in packs because of
the rats in our compound- then I got six
tablets of paracetamol after emptying six
capsules of Indocid on my palm. I got six
tablets of piriton- that was also in
abundance because we mixed it with the
Indocid- and seven tablets of folic acid.
I had closed the box and was sitting on the
bed thinking of swallowing them down
when NEPA flooded the room with light
and Rotimi caught a sight of what was in
my palms.
''Eewoooh oh! A n wona m!'' Rotimi
shouted as he slapped the palms holding
the deadly combinations. The drugs
scattered around the floor all over the
room. He sat near me on the bed and
began lecturing me on how it was sinful to
take one's life. He said if I die, what will
become of him.
'' you no know say, if you kpai cos of one
elle, na plenty elle go match where dem
bury you put? Ol boy, she don do her own,
God go do him own na. See, if you kpai
now. Who go come be my madman friend?
Bros I no say e pain you wella, but im no be
the end for the world na. See you be fine
boy, plenty elle dey wey go do with you na.
You know as e take be for school back
then. No be dem dey come toast you?
Forget am, she no worth am. If you kpai na
im she go dey form James Bond for people
say man kill imself cos of am. No be you talk
am say she no even fine reach Shola say if
Shola never get guy you for try work im
levels? You go see babes jo. Make we stroll
find something chop cos I dey hungry o
and I no fit leave only you o.'' He said.
I looked at his face and saw the fear and
anguish registered in it. I burst into
another round of tears. He never told me to
stop because he believed that crying
purges you of emotions.
Twenty minutes later, I was ready to hit the
streets. I switched on my phone and the
first call to come in was 'Dara.
''Hello,'' I said in a cool, calm, and collected
voice.
''Hello Ade, I am sorry please. I was worried
when your phone was switched off...'' She
was saying when I interrupted her.
''I am okay, thanks. It's alright we will be at
your wedding. Regards to your fiancé.'' I
was about to end the call when Rotimi
asked to talk to her.
''Hello madam!'' He said.
''Rotimi, please I know how sad he would
be. Please don't let him hurt himself.'' She
begged.
''Hurt himself you say? Please spare me
those talks. My friend is alright o. He didn't
even cry for your info. He was just
surprised at your cruel wickedness. That's
all. We will be at your wedding as he said.
And please regards to your fiancé and
parents. Good night and happy
preparations.'' He ended the call and we
both laughed at his lie that I didn't cry. Who
knows where I would have been by then
had NEPA not restored power. I looked
back at that day as a whole and I laughed.
How much more can a man get in a day?
From being very happy at solving
someone's problem to being heartbroken
and almost in the jaws of death.
We got the suya and La Casera we needed
and headed back home. We ate and
watched the news on Channels TV before I
my mum's call came in to confirm if I had
not done anything stupid. I laughed and
asked her to thank God and Rotimi for
helping me. I didn't tell her that I almost
killed myself lest she runs to Lagos the
following day. I spoke with my dad too and
he prayed for me also.
I went to bed feeling very empty...
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We are all here patiently waiting for you our oga at the top. Just enjoy and be cool. For him Pman, Ade wont agree, I trust am.

adegwurulez: suicide?? you even need the counsellor more than shola

He needs it really but what of the one who left him?

Shurt man: Nice one bro.

Buh I need more.

Its been posted.

Ade's Chronicle 32
I have a saying that I still stand by till date, it
is, ''Of all God's creatures, women are the
most wicked. They have a way of killing
your joy when it is in its highest.''
If you differ, please, that is my own opinion
due to my experience with the female folks.
It might not be the same with yours.
Immediately we got home from Shola's
place beaming with laughter and joy, I
noticed a small brown envelope pinned to
the place where we put our NEPA bills. It
looked unofficial. Many thoughts ran
through my mind as I called Rotimi's
attention to it. He also stared at it as if it
was a sort of bomb. I even thought it was a
letter from one of the numerous places we
had applied to. But they usually call us and
at times send us e-mails.
''Guy, abeg take this thing na.'' I said to
Rotimi.
''Madman, see yaself, make I take my hand
take die abi? I go saunch you better knock
for that ya gbongbolo head na. Comot
make I enter house jo.'' He said as he
opened the door. We were both baffled.
As we jostled for the door handle amidst
arguing who would take down the
envelope, my phone rang. The tone told me
it was my fiancée, Oluwadarasimi. I left
Rotimi who was always amused at my
countenance anytime 'Dara's calls came in. I
had always endeavour to do one or two
steps of Azonto before picking her calls.
That day was not left out.
''Hello love,'' I said into the phone still
basking in the euphoria of the solved
problems.
''Hello Ade,'' 'Dara said. Immediately I heard
that, I knew problem was coming. She
never called me my first name except I had
offended or annoyed her. Her appellation
for me was 'My Crown'. As I was
wondering what my latest crime was, she
said,
''I was at your place today and I didn't
meet anybody.''
I explained that we had gone out from
school and had just entered the house.
''No problem. Did you see the envelope at
your door?'' she asked. Relief washed over
me as the mystery of the envelope became
unravelled. I heaved a huge sigh and asked
her what it contained. She did not answer
but said I should check that she would call
back in thirty minutes. I accepted and she
ended the call.
I ran to remove the envelope and jogged to
sit on the bed to read the love letter written
to me by the love of my life. Rotimi was
making jest of me as he talked to his
Fiancée, 'Ranti, on the phone. I paid him no
attention.
What I saw in the envelope made me began
sweating unknowingly. The enveloped
contained the ring with which I had
proposed to 'Dara a little over two months
before then, an invitation to a wedding
ceremony which would take place a month
from that date and a one paged letter. I
was speechless and perplexed. Words
escaped me, tears of anguish flowed
ceaselessly from my eyes as I looked at the
eighteen carat gold ring I had bought for
twenty thousand naira from my first salary.
My eyes turned as I read the names on the
I. V- 'Dara weds 'Segun- my heart was more
than shattered.
I opened the letter to read why she had left
me. She wrote:
'Ade,
I am sorry to write this but I couldn't
muster enough courage to do it since last
month. Mum and dad had been
pressurising me to settle down for some
time now and Segun had also been on my
neck before your proposal last month. I
didn't want you to feel bad that was why I
had accepted you but I found out that I
loved Segun more and that he was ready to
settle down as against you who is still
struggling to find your feet. The wedding
date was fixed last week but I just didn't
have the nerves to tell you. I am sorry if this
hurt you but I know you will weather it
through. Segun had been there all along
and he had won my heart two weeks
before your proposal. As I said earlier, my
acceptance was just not to hurt you but
Ade, I can't keep deceiving you. I am sorry
once again. I pray you find your right love
soon. In the envelope is your ring and an
invitation for you and Rotimi. Bye for now,
Darasimi.'
I just picked my phone and called my mum.
She picked at the first ring. I explained to
her what just happened and she consoled
me. She prayed for me and adviced me to
move on. How she loved 'Dara!
Rotimi heard my conversation with my
mum and came over to where I was. He
took the letter and read it, he was furious.
He had adored 'Dara and had said she was
the best girl I could ever have. 'Dara was my
first love.
I cried my heart out and could not be
consoled. My phone rang again, it was
'Dara. I picked it and she could hear that I
was distraught. She kept begging and
saying she was sorry and that she would
make it up to me. How? I asked, she said
she would find me another girl. I ended the
call changed her ringtone and switched off
my phone.
Suicide was on my mind as a mass choir
played an oratorio in my head. I reflected
on my journey with 'Dara for some time
before I slept off.
Rotimi was pacing the room in anger,
confusion and sympathy. He knew how
much I loved her. He knew this was my first
heartbreak but he never knew I was
thinking of suicide...
© Yettocome™ 2013

Ade's Chronicle 31.
We left the Principal's office and headed back
to the staffroom. A glance at my wrist told
me that it was a few minutes to closing time.
As we walked to the staffroom, I ruminated
over the events of the past few months that
had culminated in the climax of that day. I
further thought of the approach we had
used to talk to the principal.
The counselling unit we talked about was
non existent but I had said it should be
brought back.
Findings had shown that the school
proprietor had a belief that all teachers
should serve as moral guides and guidance
cousellors for the students of the twenty-
something-year-old school. Hence, he had
not seen the need for either the office of a
counsellor or the employment of one.
Likewise, the present principal too had
shared the belief until recent events proved
that one is needed.
I had thought that convincing him would be
difficult but I was happy that it was as easy
as pronouncing my name. Change is indeed
a constant thing!
I and Rotimi had almost walked to the
staffroom in silence. When we were more
than half way to the room, he broke the
silence.
''Ol boy, you know wetin I dey think?''
''Wetin be that o, omo were?'' I retorted in
our usual witty way.
''As we don close now, e go better make we
go Shola house spend time small cos of
those foolish girls. Dem fit come try their luck
say we fit dey house o. Even sef, Shola house
don become my own second home o, na to
dey play there after school remain even till
she marry ni o. Abi wetin you think, mad
man?'' He finished his long lecture.
''Na today you talk sense since I know you. E
make sense die, I been wan yarn you that
one too but I no know say you been get am
for mind too. Thank God say your brain don
come back from leave wey im go before.''
With that, he made to slap my face, an action
he does when he is hurt by any insult I hurl
his way, But I ran forward and he ran after
me. He pursued me into the staffroom and
into the waiting arms of Shola who had
packed her bag and food flask ready to go
home.
She laughed as I ran into her arms in a warm
embrace. I won't lie, I didn't want to leave
her bosoms, they were so soft and succulent.
How I wished I can make her mine!
''Ade and Rotimi, you two have started your
foolish acts this afternoon. It's you that I
have been waiting for. Go and pack and let's
go home jo.'' She said like a big sister to her
younger ones.
''Yes Sister Shola!'' We chorused as I
reluctantly left her warm chest. Rotimi saw
the hesitation and burst into laughter which
I joined too.
''I di bad boy!'' He said in igbo which Shola
never understood.
The rest of the teachers who had been busy
packing their books and things, stopped
momentarily to watch us as we dramatised.
They looked askance as they were left
wondering how the bond between Shola
and we had grown so high in just a few
days. The spirit was unexplainable to them.
We too knew they would wonder but we
cared less and never even bothered to tell
them because to us, we never owe danybody
any explanation for our actions, inactions,
and association.
We finished packing our bags and we
marched out of the room, Rotimi in front,
Shola in the middle and Ade in the rear.
We walked happily and discussed many
things on our way to her house. We asked
how she was feeling since she spoke with
the doctor and she confessed that though it
had not been easy, our company had helped
a lot and doing what the doctor said had
helped lessen the urge to go for kids though
she feels like luring both of us into her bed.
We all laughed at the statement which we
took as a joke.
I was glad that what Dr. Tanimowo had told
her on the phone seem to be working as she
was full of life but I still yearned to know. I
had to suppress the urge to pry it out of her.
It would amount to intentionally intruding a
confidential talk. She also asked how we
were coping with our girls and we told her
what we had told the girls. Shola heaved a
huge sigh, her face contorted into a slight
frown but she shrugged and her face
became bright almost immediately. I didn't
ask her, I knew better.
We got to the house where we were
entering for the second time. I tapped Shola
from the back, and she got the message and
tapped Rotimi who made to pursue her
while she ran after me. I made a U-turn and
ran straight into the house and upstairs at
top speed. I found the keys in her bag which
I was carrying and as I was trying to open
the door, they both met me there panting
like an athlete who just completed a 5000
metres race. She opened the door and we all
trooped in, this time happily as we ran round
the sitting room and into the bedrooms one
after the other.
We later settled down to a meal of rice and
stew before playing the Whot card game. We
also watched the then new movie Fast five
before heading home at around seven in the
evening with Shola hot on our heels begging
us to spend the night with her and we telling
her that it would come with time and not yet
as at then.
It was a day...
© Yettocome™ 2013

Ade's Chronicle 30.
When a big load is taken off your mind, you
care less about little matters, they will fall into
place. That was the case with us.
Immediately we stepped out of the
staffroom for the Principal's office, we heard
the tiny voice of Bimbo calling us. I looked
back to see the three of them gesturing
pleadingly that we stop for a minute. Their
eyes wore worry and sorry looks. I smiled.
The smile came because handling them now
would never be a problem.
''You girls are supposed to be in class. What
are you doing here?'' Rotimi spoke before I
said a word.
''We excused ourselves just to come see the
two of you. Bunmi told us what happened
yesterday and we too have bevome worried,
that's why we came to see you.'' Bola spoke.
She had become freer since the lecture I
gave them.
''You need not have bothered. We are fine as
you can see. We are just tied up with
something that will be for the better of you
all. Or should we back out?'' I said and asked.
I knew the answer and I got it.
''No sir. We were just worried. And you
know we are supposed to see you Sir Ade,
today after school. But we know it won't be
possible now that you are hooked up with
our life-changing issue. We will wait. Thank
you sir.'' Bimbo said and with that they
turned to go but I stopped them.
''Just be calm, eh? When the time is right, I
will call you and we start our games. And
Bunmi, Rotimi will not be around today too,
it's part of our being busy. When all is set, he
will ring you. Okay?''
''Yes sir!'' They chorused and left.
Rotimi gave me a thumbs up for that last
statement. We heaved a sigh and faced our
destination.
The Principal's office was located in the
administrative block of the school. It is a
lovely sight to behold just like the building
itself and the other offices in it. It was the
last office along the corridor. It comes after
the offices of the two V. Ps, the bursar, the
accountant, the registrar, and the C. S. O of
the school.
It has a door leading to it from the corridor
but the door leads to the office of his
Secretary before another door in there lead
to the main principal's office.
The office itself, is what could be said to be
ideal for the status of a principal. It was
tastefully furnished in line with the trends of
the time. It was also fully airconditioned and
it was red carpeted or perhaps, rugged. The
furniture consisted of a giant swivel chair
which seated the principal and a dark brown
mahogany table which eases writing. Also in
the room were three comfortable padded
chairs for visitors and another mini sofa in a
corner for either seating visitors or the
principal when he was less busy. The room
had a giant cupboard on which the various
trophies the school had won were placed.
Plaques and awards hung around the heavily
but colourfully curtained room.
His secretary told us he was on seat and had
no visitor, how lucky we were! She informed
him of our presence via the intercom and he
asked us to be shown in.
He rose from the sofa and shook us severally
before showing us the seat and getting
himself nehind his table. That was the third
time we had entered that office. The first
being on our interview day and the second
being the day we received our welcome-to-
school handshake.
The Principal himself was a stern
disciplinarian who all students feared and all
staff respected. He was a no nonsense man
but he respected teachers who were diligent
and hardworking like Rotimi and I. He was a
lover of good morals.
After seating ourselves and declining all he
offered us, we went to the prupose of our
visit.
''Sir, we have come to crave your indulgence
on something we noticed recently. We have
noticed some morally ill acts among the staff
and students of our school especially among
the borders. We noticed that the absence of
a functional counselling unit contributed a
little to it sir. Due to this, we would advise a
reinstatement of the counselling department
as soon as possible. In addition sir, we have
arranged for the services of an experienced
psychologist to help deal with these issues at
no cost to the school. All he needs is
audience and space to work for two days,
Thursday and Friday sir.'' I said.
He listened attentively then he asked, ''If I
may ask, what are the acts you noticed
among the staff and students please?''
''Sir, we cannot tell sir. We were told these in
confidence and we would not want to betray
such confidence entrusted in us. We are
sorry sir.'' Rotimi replied.
He understood and let it lie much to our
relief.
''I will provide what is needed for the expert.
But I must say that you two are enigmas. I
am proud of you. Infact, I will support all
needed in those two days because I think I
need counselling myself. And I hope he
would help us set up our own couselling
clinic here in the school?''
''Yes sir, he would. Thank you sir.''
''I need to place an advert for a counsellor
today. Have a nice day boys.''
One down, Thursday to go. We smiled at
nothing as we trudged out of his office...
© Yettocome™ 2013

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