Lagos, Nigeria (Cookie)
"Have you packed your bags yet?"
Charity, Uncle Kayode's daughter walked into Cookie's small comfortable room. The one She'd occupied with Gloria since they moved into Uncle Kayode's house.
"Yes...?" it came out as a question rather than an answer because Cookie wasn't so sure of her self. She didn't know if she was ready to go about life in another country.
Charity took a look at Cookie's polythene bag that was sitting on her small bed. She furrowed her brow in confusion.
"Come on, don't tell me you are only taking those—"
A flight to England. (Cookie)On her flight, she listened carefully to the blonde lady on prim blue and red flight attendant uniform as she informs everyone on what we should do in case there is an emergency. For a first time ever being in a plane, Cookie was afraid of a plane crash and also scared of heights."Are you alright?" Someone sitting at her back tapped her but she gnored the person, not knowing what her answer should be.Am I alright? Am I?.. Hell no, I am not.She told herself.Although, a part of her was happy that she'd entered a plane for the first time since she was born while anot
England (Cookie)The plane landed safely and the first thing Cookie noticed and felt was the chilly air.OhmyGod!She screamed in her head. Like how the fuck am I going to survive in this place?She wasn't putting on a sweater or an hoodie so the cold was too much. It was like she was dumped into a freezer. Back in Nigeria, she was used to the whether that even if it was harmattan season and a little bit cold there, she enjoyed and loved it. Unlike some people that would still complain of cold.Let them come here and feel the kind cold I'm feeli
England (Cookie)Cookie touched the hands and noticed the person was putting on gloves.But who could it be?She seriously had no idea."Tara!!" The person shouted and freed her eyes. She quickly spun around to see it was a lady, who was average in height. She looked older than Cookie. She had full lips, curly black hair and her curves were naturally flattery. The black coat and the properly ironed trouser that she was putting on made her look Elegant.She was smiling at Cookie. In Cookie's confused state of mind, she still noticed that the lady had on her face a contagious smile.
England (Cookie)"Are we going home?" Cookie asked her. She was getting tired because the ride was taking too much time than she had originally thought it would."Nope." Martina replied, popping the 'p'."Then...? where are we going to?" Cookie asked, feeling frustrated and disappointed at the same time. She really needed to rest. In other words, she was exhausted as hell.
England (Cookie)They entered this very big and large mall. It was so beautiful that Cookie kept looking around. The clothes were damn expensive but Martina told her to pick some things, telling Cookie that the bills were on her.Cookie felt a certain kind of relief. Although, she wasn't going to pay anyway because Martina was the one who insisted that they should buy clothes for Cookie.Did I ask her? No? I didn't.Cookie conversed with her self.Cookie picked some clothes and check out some of them in the changing room. Cookie changed her clothes. The one she was putting on. She was now wearing head warmer, a white t-shirt
England (Cookie)Cookie also wondered how Martina managed to make her angry and happy at the same time. It was bizzarre that a person could make her feel both emotions at the same time."My dad's from Nigeria but my mom's from England," Martina smiled, seeing the expression of shock on Cookie's face "I've lived here all my life. It was easy for me since my dad and mom got married here. My dad is a citizen now by marriage so I think that explains it. Not so?" Martina took her time to explain."Oh" Cookie exclaimed, "Why the mall? I mean why did you buy it?""Well, let's just say I'm also into fashion design even if I'm a occupationally a nu
England (Cookie)They boarded another taxi and off they went to Martina's house.When they got there, Cookie's jaw almost dropped to the floor.Geez.. they are really rich.Cookie thought, admiring the building.The building in front of her was like what she'd like to call a mansion. It was beautifully designed and had a giant gate. Everything in the house was well, properly and beautifully furnished with exterior designs. Cookie was scared to touch the living room door just because she felt she was going to leave stains on it.
England (Cookie)Gloria>Are you there yet?Gloria>Please when you get there, do not forget to call me. Remember you owe me a lot of gist.Gloria>I'm freaking out, why in God's name haven't you called?Gloria>England girl, will you reply my messages now?Gloria>I told you to call me when you get there.Gloria>
"This book is 'on going' and in the first stage of *EDITING*""This book contains, strong language, abuse, cussing, violence and nasty things (maybe) read at your own risk".- Author.This book is written to inspire those who are having a hard time giving themselves the worth and love they deserve.📝Dear Bully,That girl you called fat; she's starving herself to death.That girl you called dumb; she's suffering from dyslexia.That boy you called bald; he has cancer.That child you called ugly; she's now having a hard time, worse! she can't control harming her self with razor.That man you laughed at because he was sitting on a wheelchair; he risked his life to save a four-year-old child
Cookie's P. O. V.The past few days have been wonderful. My parents are so glad to have me back and I can't be more happy.Deardre and Jordan are happy too. They'd inform me some days ago that their white wedding would take place in England.Fabby decided we buy some things at the mall before we all travell to England for the wedding so that's how we found our self's picking some stuffs I needed at the mall in Lagos. "I'll be back..I think I need to pee." I told Fabby. He only gave a nod and I rushed to the bathroom. Inside the bathroom, I did my thing and as I was rushing out, I bumped into someone.
"prepare yourself for this chapter."****I woke up with a slight headache the next day. I sat up on my portable bed while massaging my temple and squinted my eyes cause of the lights coming from the lights.Nepa keeps the light steady these days.. Maybe a popular politician is in town unless the lights would have been disco instead. On and off.I sighed and then looked around my room, suddenly remembering that the last place I was was in my living room. Funny thing I can't remember exactly what happened. Maybe it was because of the headache I was having that was giving me a hard time to think.How did I get to my room?I collected my phone from my nightstand, turned it on to see that Deardre had sent me a text which reads;I know that you are angry and you have every reasons
Fabby's POV:"Fabby..? We need to talk."It was Dominique, my childhood best friend."am not ready-""I heard everything." she cuts me short.I spun around to face her. "what?""I did." she repeated. "Cookie didn't do it. Amanda did."I couldn't piece up what she had just told me. How can Amanda put a dead rat in her own plate and accuse Cookie for it?Who does that? Or should I say, why will she do that?"I don't get you.""believe it or not Fabby.. This morning when I was getting ready for the wedding.. I saw Amanda standing close to the kitchen, whispering something and handing a black bag to her maid, Amaka. I became suspicious so when Amanda left and the maid entered the kitchen, I tiptoed quietly so she doesn't see me.I peeped through the door to see what she was doing.. It was
Picture of Deardre and Jordan at the top.******Deardre's POV:Today was supposed to be my happy day since it was the night before my wedding but I couldn't since Cookie had been missing for three days.The king had ordered the guards to look for her even the young able youths of the village organised a search party but they all came back with the same answers. She was yet to be found.Everyone was sad. We all had a hint about who must've have plot everything but we had no evidence. All I do was cry.When I think that something bad must've happened to her, I can't help but cry. She was suppose to be here tonight. She promised to do my makeup, she's suppose to dress me up for the day, she's suppose to celebrate the day with me.I want to see her beautiful smile congratulate me tomorrow and wish me well. She was the reason why I came
Hey! Just wanted to say I love y'all readers. ❤***********I wore my one arm knee length Ankara gown, a flat shoe to match, tied up my brown extension hair into a bun, wore my glasses, my earrings, necklace, bangle and then a touch of lipstick on my lip.Nothing too much cause we were only going to Mrs. Okonkwo's to buy some beads just like the King had said.I touched my necklace, looking at my reflection on the mirror whilst admiring how beautiful I look.These are one of the days I just can't help but admire my own self. Self love is indeed the best love.I smiled broadly then a tap came to my door, starting me a bit. "who's that?""are you giving birth inside?" Tolu's voice told me."on my way."I imagined her rolling her eyes now when she said. "that's what you said like five minutes ago.
We all sat down at the large sitting room, listening to the king as he lists out some few things that needed to be done at the traditional wedding."father, don't you think it would be better if we buy clothes from the city?" Jordan questioned, same thing on my mind."no. That should be for the white wedding-" he turned to Deardre. "are you okay now?"She gave a nod but still replied with a shy smile. "yes my king.""good. I want you to resume cooking for me. You know how much I like eating your food." the king said with a wide grin on his face.She looked down, her blonde hair fell, covering the sides of her face giving that we don't see the pink shades that must've have appeared on her cheeks already. She was blushing."thank you."He then turned to me and my eyes widened a little. "you taught her well, God bless you for that. You will sure be a good wif
Something soft hit my head but I continued sleeping, then a nip on my skin followed by slaps on my poor leg but I just couldn't open my eyes, they were heavy with sleep.Then the unexpected happened, a pair of hands dragged my legs downwards, I struggled to stay on the bed as I gripped the sheets but it seems like my efforts was not enough because the next thing is i fell face flat on the floor."Ooowwwn!" I rubbed my nose, if I was white, my nose would have bled."Why did you do that?" I asked once I saw the annoying piece of shit.
"You can't get married to a white woman!" King Obi repeated in a much louder and angry voice.We all freezed in shock and fear that I think I was no longer breathing. I felt Deardre was about to cry so I gave her hand a little squeeze to encourage her."papa like I said, she is my choice and we have a son already." Prince Chinonso said in a more apologetic voice, like he was trying not to get offended by his parents reaction when he told them he wanted to get married to Deardre.We had arrived at the village an hour ago, we enjoyed the ride here. The village smelt of mostly cassava, it was Sandy and quite bushy with alot of kids singing and playing around.The palace was beautiful and big, more like everything I was expecting it to look like but I wasn't expecting King Obi to react this way.I was expecting Queen Obi or princess Amanda to react this way but not him."have