“Aramide” Dared whispered as he watched Aramide stroke their daughter's hair. Tears threatened to pour down the woman's eyes as she ran her hands through her daughter's hair. Aracely was still unconscious —seemingly in a deep sleep.
Aramide's heart filled with sorrow — What did this mean for her daughter? Was her daughter going to die? Her little girl was already too frail, As she was born as a sickle cell child.
Aramide wept as she watched her daughter sleep peacefully. Why was this happening to her family? They were finally happy. Why was the universe always ready to take a big straw and suck out people's happiness. Why can't people just be happy? Why can't things just go right? Aramide was tired of all the tests and struggles and everything else, all she wanted was a sorrow-free life, why was that so hard to achieve?
“Momma?” Aracely whispered, she was still in a sleepy state and was s
“Momma...” Aramide whispered as her hands delicately grazed the gravestone in front of her, a tear fell and hit the pavement. “I'm sorry for not coming to see you for the past few years” She held back a sob, Before she whimpered, ”It's just been tough you know” She finished as her eye watered with tears that threatened to fall. Aramide had just gotten back to Nigeria, Lagos State, She was currently at the Cemetery where her mother had been buried. Dared had insisted on coming along, but Aramide had shut him off, She needed to do this alone. Face all her struggles alone as she had done over the years, this was her fight, her mother, and her life Aramide clutched the Roses in her hands tighter before she whispered “I'm sure you are looking down at me right now,” She looked up to the sky “I hope I haven't failed you as a daughter,” she said as she stared at the name inscribed
Aramide chuckled loudly, her laughter filled the air of the camera as the sky got darker. She wiped her tears, got up, and spoke with a small smile "This is what you don't understand Bola, I don't have to say Cole's name, I already live rent-free in his mind and heart, and you know the best part whenever he is with you. He would only be thinking of m— "Aramide!" Bola yelled in rage. "Bola!" Aramide retorted as their steel gazes pierced into each other's skin, In one's eyes was nothing but hate and the other had indifference, Although Aramide did not hate Bola, she was going to make her understand that she was no longer that girl who cried over everyone and everything, who always sacrificed and who was always willing to live for others. "Look Bola, you'd better come down from your tower of ego, or I will pull the rug from under your feet," Aramide warned "Besides, why are you even here? What are you doin
“I got a call from her school saying she was unconscious, when we arrived at the hospital the doctor said she had gone into a coma, and now, They've put her on life support—” Aramide froze. Tears didn't dare grace her eyes and memories lacked the audacity to invade her mind. Her eyes remain glued to the small frame that was laid on the bed tied to too many tubes for her to count, that tiny little frame that was her entire world. Until now, Aramide didn't know how to pray, But today she was begging God for another chance, just one more chance, one more chance so her daughter could live. She would give anything her daughter's place. The frame seemed smaller and smaller by the moment, The only thing stopping her from rushing into that tiny hospital room was the glass between them, Aramide placed her hands on the glass, the only barrier between her and her little girl, her little princess, her drama quee
Aramide wiped her tears as she looked away from Dared before he could speak she replied in a very shaky voice “No l, I can't do that, He can't—” Aramide ran her hands through her head exasperatedly. “Aramide think about this, this is the only —” “Way?” Aramide scoffed as her eyes glossed over, “I am honestly tired of being pushed to the wall over and over again! Of not having a choice of my own! I don't deserve this! I don't...” Aramide trailed off “You have to do this, We have to do this,” Dared stated as he came closer to her, “this is about our daughter, she isn't just yours Aramide, I won't let your past make us lose our daughter,” “So what do you what me to do? huh?” Aramide snapped with tearful eyes. “Should I travel back to London and appear at Cole's doorstep and say, 'Hey, I'm sorry about what happened years ago, you see, I h
Blaire looked around, she knew she had to be very conscious of her surrounding at this point. She also knew that this place was probably very dangerous and this could be a trap. Blaire knew coming here could end her up in two ways — dead Or finally getting to the bottom of this unraveled mystery. “Who's there?” She whispered harshly as she turned around. She had felt the presence of someone else and heard the sound of faint footsteps — They were close. Blaire tried to squint through the darkness in front of her, but of course, that didn't work well considering it was nighttime and the whole street seemed isolated. It was more than clear that if this was indeed a trap, Blaire was in danger. But the reason she had come here — was way more important than any consequence, that message, that message was something that only one person could send her and that person was dead, since when did the dead come back to life?
“If you can't choose me and your daughter over your past with Cole, then I can't do this anymore, Aramide” Dared whispered as his eyes filled with emotion. “What does that mean?” Aramide questioned with reddened eyes as tears slipped down her cheeks “That means I need a break” He replied as he walked away from her, leaving Aramide to deal with the hurricane of emotions that were in her heart. A tear slipped down Aramide's cheeks as she ran her hands over her daughter's hospital cap. The Doctor had finally allowed her in to see her little girl and the sight was horrible. Aramide barely registered the fact that Blaire wasn't outside the room where she had promised to wait, she waved it off though, the woman probably went out to get some air, Aramide felt uneasy though, she could have at least told her, right?
The sun hit Aramide's skin as she walked out of the airport with her traveling bag in her left hand. The Afro-haired woman sighed as she breathed the air of London. Nostalgia hit her in waves, She took a few minutes to access her environment, Everything seemed fine. She breathed again. Aramide just needed to take things one step at a time. This was for Aracely, not for anything or anyone else, She was going to face her past so her daughter could live. She headed towards the car that had been waiting to take her to the hotel she would stay in while she tried to find Cole, it was almost funny though, So many years she had put so much effort into trying to hide from Cole, and today, she was looking for him. She was the one —who now had to look for Cole. It was simply pathetic, All those years she had hidden her daughter from Cole, just so this disease would force her to his doorstep to tell him th
“You are here,” Aramide said as she pulled out of the hug Daniel had trapped her in. The man smiled as he looked her down, Aramide hadn't changed much, she looked the same as she did five years ago when they had met again. He had just left rehab and Aramide had just started up her new business in Las Vegas then. He remembered how difficult it was — Trying to locate Aramide amongst the seven billion people in the vast world, but he had found her — that was all that mattered. “Yeah, what are you doing in London?” Daniel asked as Aramide moved away from the door and invited him in, He seemed relaxed and reserved as plopped down on the hotel bed, before his gaze met hers and she figured it was time to speak. “How did you find me?” “I have connections, people owe me favors, ” He replied gingerly, Aramide rolled her eyes. He snickered before Explaining a bit “I got in
“I never imagined things would end like this mom,” Aracely’s hands traced the table as she stared at the mirror. She was in her mother’s dressing room getting ready and the brown-haired girl was almost sure that she was going to fall into the nearest bed and doze off. Aracely had no one else to blame but herself though. The nineteen-year-old knew that it was a horrible idea to go out partying all night yesterday which was Christmas, knowing fully well her parents’ wedding was today. “You still took stunning” Aramide commented as she finished up on her makeup. Aracely bit her lip and smiled. The brown-haired girl pulled her mother’s chair back and knelt in front of the woman. “I’ve never told you this but…” she paused. Her breath hitched and her eyes watered with fresh tears. “Thank you” Aracely breathed. Aramide’s eyes glistened with emotion but before she could speak, Aracely took the woman’s hands into hers, “Thank you so much for being my mother for –“ “Aracely, what’s g
“I didn’t believe it when I heard it.” Aracely said when she caught the reflection of a brown haired boy with green eyes at the familiar lake. Her fingers tugged on her white gown as she struggled to breath through her tears and the warm feeling in her chest. She took a step forward and ignored the pain that shot up in her foot when she hit a small rock. She could remember the night she had found this place.Or better still that she had fallen off.She had just left her home for fresh air after her small argument with Latifa- Latifa. Aracely still struggled to accept that she was gone. They had spent their best years together, struggling through the twisted maze they called life. Aracely knew Latifa didn’t deserve to die, no one did. But she was dead. She got she got straight to the head no freaking questioned asked and why? Because she was related to Aracely. Aracely grew up understanding the meaning of l
“You did it,” Bola whispered as she stumbled back, a bit of blood escaped her lips as her hands went to her stomach which had blood rushing out of it. At this point, everyone had frozen and Aramide let the gun fall out of her hands as tears filled her eyes “ I knew you had it in you.” Bola said as she fell. Aramide’s hands covered her lips as her feet remained glued to the ground. She felt someone hold her from behind and it was then she realized from the strong scent of lavender that it was Cole. Tears filled Aramide’s eyes and she couldn’t tell if it was tears of relief or sorrow, she finally regained control of her limbs and walked over to Bola. She knelt in front of her and said “I’ll never understand how and why you did this? I’ll never be able to accept that you have always been like this…” “A monster?” Bola replied hoarsely as a tear rolled down her cheeks, she was laid on the ground her
The first thing Aramide noticed as she walked down the aisle was Aracely’s wide smile, her daughter looked so pretty. She was wearing a short pink gown and had a white bow on her brown hair, it was tied in a ponytail, the wedding was to take place in the garden and Aramide had to admit that Mercedes had done a great job with the decorations, the aisle had been designed with roses, not too far ahead. Efrain stood by one of the two pillars that held up the small space where the couple was to stand under. The chairs that were set in the garden were white, the scent of thick lavender filled the air, it was Aracely’s favorite scent and Aramide could vaguely remember that the scent lingered on Cole too. Aramide mirrored the smile on her daughter’s face, she was holding hands with someone – Cole. Aramide wasn’t sure she remembered when they had gotten together, but over the past two months, they had gotten closer. Ar
Aramide sighed as she stared into the mirror, she was dressed in a white gown and had a beautiful tiara on her newly styled hair. Her hands traced the jewelry on her neck and rested on the space between the jewelry and her off-shoulder dress – where the amulet rested. The one that bound her to her daughter for so many years. It had been a few months since Daniel died. Since he was buried and since Aracely had broken down in pain. The first few months had been horrible, Aracely barely ate or moved around, she was confined to the four walls of her room. Mercedes was devastated. She refused to look or even speak to Aramide. She blamed the brown-skinned woman for her brother’s death and she wasn’t wrong, to be honest. She was right. Aramide could still visualize the compounded images or Mercedes’ eyes with dark circles and her lips pursed into a line. Cole’s deep stares and sighs. The way his hands slowly ran through his
Bola groaned as she slowly opened her eyes, well, one eye. The thick smell of smoke filled her nostrils and she scrunched it up. She bit her lip as she glanced around, she knew something was wrong, yet she hadn’t been able to pinpoint what it was. She could recall going over the hospital that Aramide had been in to get Cole back. That man knew too many of her secrets and now, Aramide knew then too, she could also recall that Aramide had refused to let her take Cole. An argument ensued and things got a bit bloody from there, but how did this happen though? Had she been caught? Was she in prison? She desperately needed answers now. The blonde woman looked around from her place on the bed, she was slowly becoming aware of everything around her, the small night lamp beside the bed, the fact that the w
Aramide let out a shuddered breath as she walked towards the coffin in front of her. The coffin that had Daniel inside. She traced her hands over it and her eyes filled with tears all over again. it had been a few days already. They had all stalled the burial because Aracely insisted that she wanted to be there and deep down everyone was scared and reluctant to say goodbye. Nevertheless, they were all here now. The loss had always been a pain in the neck. Death? death never knocked — It never warned you — It never gave notice and it didn't even barge in. It came like a thief and it stole. it stole someone's life— someone's peace of mind — someone's source of happiness, someone's brother, sister, mother, father, daughter, son. Today Aramide had to say goodbye to someone who always wanted her to stay. She bit her lip. You only really know what you had till you lose it. till a
Bola grunted in pain as she continued down the sidewalk, stumbling into things as she struggled to see with only one eye open. She dragged herself across the ground as she tried not to fall unconscious. One of her hands was over her eyes with a cloth — trying to control the bleeding. Bola was sure that if she survived this—she would make Aramide pay for all the pain she was going through and the fact that she may lose her eye. After everything Aramide had taken from her, now, she wanted to steal her eyesight too? the woman was despicable in Bola's opinion. Bola knew that the probability of her surviving this was very slim. Yes, she had managed to escape before the cops arrived, but that didn't mean that there wasn't this lingering fear of what would happen if she got caught. The last thing she needed was to end up in a maximum prison cell for Daniel. That man wasn't w
“What's going on? Why is no one speaking up?” Aracely asked with worry etched on her features. She had just woken up, her hands clawed on the sheets as she tried to stabilize herself. It was obvious she was still weak and probably disoriented as well with the way her eyes navigated around the room, curiously breaking through her face like wrinkles. “It's not—" Mercedes tried but Aramide cut her off. “You need to be strong Aracely.” Aramide said as she walked over to her and held her hand, a smile spread across the girl's face. ”You are here,” She sighed in relief as her eyes filled with tears, they weren't of sorrow — yet. Aracely reached out for her mother and squeezed the woman's hands tight “What about Daniel? Where is he?" Aracely asked she tried to find him in the occupied room but Aramide was blocking her view. “He didn't come with? Did he go get something? Is he talking to s