I woke up feeling hungry, my tummy won't stop rumbling. Kene wasn't on his side of the bed.
"Is that your stomach?" I suddenly heard him ask.
He was sitting on the black leather couch that was a little bit far from his bed with his ankle crossed over the opposite knee, an HP laptop was on his laps and he was typing away furiously on it. He was wearing the shorts of the pyjamas he called ugly yesterday. We were both matching now.
"Yes, when you refused to feed me last night" I accused.
"Oh, I actually thought, it was about to rain" he joked.
"I'm hungry " I whined softly, pushing the duvet away.
"Relax, I already got us something to eat" he said still typing
"Hot Yam and egg" he added not looking up
"Kene " I called out, trying to get his attention.
"A minu
I don't know how I found myself in a mama put joint or maybe I do. But I was glad when I saw the chunks of meats in my pepper soup. The place was a bit wide, with blue plastic chairs and tables, two standing fans were placed at both ends of the room, with an old TV that looks as old as my great grandma.Kene wanted us to eat here, and I didn't make an effort of rejecting the offer. I scouped a spoonful of spicy soup into my mouth and licked my lips.I couldn't help but chuckle as Kene kept swallowing morsels of pounded yam and eforiro, lucky him, he was putting on a black polo shirt and a blue jean trousers."What's funny? " he asked, raising an eyebrow."Nothing " I replied, trying not to giggle.I could feel his eyes on me, as I ate my meats. When I was finally done, he was also done."Did you enjoy it?" he asked"Yes I did" I r
"Don't come in a bike, an Uber is on its way to your place" Kene said, cutting off the call immediately.Kene wanted me to come over to his house today, I've been spending most of my time with him, but he's still not satisfied. It's either I go over to his house or he comes over to my house.He refused to tell me what he discussed with my dad the day he walked straight into his den. Luckily for me, I heard a few thing, even though I think they said it loudly, so I could hear."So how many kids are you planning on having?" I heard my dad ask"As many as possible Sir" I heard Kene reply"Does my daughter look like a baby factory to you?" I heard dad ask him."But I get to decide how many times I want to score Sir" I heard Kene reply back."Igbo men, don't stress my daughter too much, you know the pains women experience du
"I won't tell you what you already know, I will only show you what you don't know," he said, emphasizing every word."Show me what? I don't want to see anything, please." I replied throwing a stuffed pillow at him.He caught it right before it fell on him."We will see about that," he said getting up."Are you spending the night here? " he asked."I think so." I replied biting my lower lip."I need to send a mail, give me some minutes," he said, raising along the stairs.Minutes turned to hours, Kene was still upstairs. I decided to go up to see what he was doing...I could see the laptop on his bed, I was about to jump on the bed, when the bathroom door opened, I gasped as I saw Kene's bare back, then he turned his front. Kene walked out of the bathroom naked, with a towel around his neck, beads of water
A year later"You have to use makeup Sewa" Uchechi insisted.I look beautiful already without makeup, I don't understand why I had to use makeup again. It was my wedding not her's, and I get to decide whatever I want, whatever I want to do."SEWA" Uchechi shouted, and I wonder the type of chief brides maid I got myself."The makeup artist is already here, oh my goodness, we're are going to get to the church late" she added frustratedly."I will wipe it off ma'am, if you don't like it" the makeup artist piped in, trying to convince me.No one has ever done my makeup, except from my mum and her own personal makeup artist. I promised dad I won't cry today, and I doubt that. Mum would have happily done my makeup for me, she can never carry last when it comes to her daughter. May her beautiful soul rest in peace.The makeup a
The sunlight made its way into the bedroom, and I could hear the birds singing from a far distance. I felt sore and my body ached in a good way.I remembered last night, how I cried when I felt the pain that comes with the very first stage of love making, how Kene wiped every tear away and told me the pain was an inevitable one, he didn't stop apologizing, he kept asking if I was okay. I remember the way every movement of his large hands made me tremble.I hope he was not yet awake.I could feel his warm skin against mine, my back was pressed to his frontal part and his arms were wrapped around my naked body. I was about to remove them when I felt his legs tangle mine.My heart did multiple flips and the hair on my nape stood attention. It was like I was on fire. My skin began to tingle and burn with sensations."I thought
Three weeks laterKene has been trying to make me feel good and jovial, he made sure the news of me being totally deaf didn't get out. He even spent a lot on me. He got me hearing aids, which were quite expensive, yeah not just one, a dozen of them. Though the hearing aids are incapable of truly correcting a hearing loss, but they are an aid to make sounds more audible for me. I could do without them, but that's only when I can hear things. There are times I can hear properly and at times I don't. But my doctor made it clear to us that It was going to get worse without treatment.I have the Sensorineural hearing loss, it reduces my sensitivity to sound, which the hearing aid can partially accommodate by making sound louder. Kene is going to be performing a cochlear virin implant on me, not exactly him, but his colleagues are helping out, he won't be able to perform the ope
I'm to go for a final check up today, cause by next week we will be at Australia for the surgical operation.I finally agreed to speak with my dad and ex best friend before the week ends. I'm just going to hear them out, nothing more. At least it will make me feel a little bit better and comfortable.Alonge was also surprised when I told him about dad, but it was like he knows something I don't know, I would have gone over to Abuja to see him. But I pushed the thought away. He promised to come to Australia with us. And I'm glad he's coming, even though Kene frowned at it. We were both in his car, on our way to the hospital. He kept making funny remarks about my hips getting wider and my breasts becoming fuller. Then we moved to the topic of men with dreadlocks."Don't tell me you are scared of Alonge, you have only met him once" I asked all of a sudden."No, why
"We have to get rid of the pregnancy" Kene added, staring at me.I felt so angry, sad and numb. So many emotions, that I couldn't describe. I felt terrible, this wasn't the man I loved, how could he say that."Can you hear yourself clearly?" I asked, fuming in anger."Are you even making sense? Why would you say that? Did I get myself Pregnant? I can't believe this" I shouted, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall."Mr Adams was right. I'm sorry I never thought of it. I was too carried away, I wasn't expecting you to... to... It's just too soon" he said, feeling frustrated."We can't put you both in danger, we won't be able to save you both if something goes wrong. It's too risky Sewa and you know you have to do the transplant" he said, trying hard to persuade me."I don't care, I'm keeping my baby no matter what. I can
I honestly haven't imagined falling in love before and I never planned to fall in love with Sandra. She has been running through my mind all day. It was so unusual and also unbelievable. It is like seeing a ten foot giant falling down with just a slight push.Who would have ever thought or imagined, do playboys and cassanova's fall in love. The realization was quiet shocking. I kept noticing her beauty everyday, I looked forward to speaking to her everday. She lightens up my mood, she makes me laugh than I usually do. I can not really explain the excitement I get when she starts up a conversation with me. She was still bothered about her dad and mum's break up, but I was glad she was taking it well, like she has come to accept it. I really care about Sandra now, I know I will soon be leaving their house, I already started having a longing feeling.If this was truly the feeling of love I think I like it already. I felt high and
Harmattan came so fast this year. The wind kept on blowing dusts around. The weather was cold, my lips kept getting dry and I licked it at intervals. Sandra and I were taking a public transport to her parents home, Alex was already there waiting for us."A lip gloss will help out than you licking it every seconds," Sandra said, glaring at me. I chuckled softly, watching her closely, one thing I noticed was that this lady keeps getting beautiful each day.I smiled widely, biting my dry lips. Christmas was in a few weeks time. I was spending this week with Alex's family. And they were spending next week with I and my family, that was simply friendship goals. I got transferred to a private school successfully, thanks to my dad. So I have no problem with the scorpion cultism group, they could go and look for another asset for all I care."Why are you smiling Dumbi?" Sandra asked, raising an eyebrow
I didn't even bother waiting for weekend before I left school, yeah things were already getting bad. I could hardly move around school without sensing I was being watched. I knew I had to do something before it got worst.Mum was kind of shocked to see me at home during the weekends, she thought I came to inform her about another baby mama, but when she saw the stressed look on my face she immediately called the doctor, assuming I was sick."Mum, you do should have called Doctor Baileys, I am not sick." I drawled out face palming."But you look sick to me, your body temperature is a little bit higher than normal to me." She replied, rubbing my temples"But mum, that does not mean I am sick." I whisphered."No, at all. I am not accepting your words, not until Doctor Baileys confirms you are healthy." Mum said with a final note."Alright mum, where is dad
I woke up this morning feeling refreshed, I was kind of excited and happy, I and Sandra has gotten more closer than before surprisingly."I have been noticing something about you Dumbi, recently." Alex said, looking at me weirdly. I rolled my eyes at him."Alex, please what are you noticing." I asked, buttoning up the black shirt I just wore."It is surprising me though, most time you act like a lady on her periods. It is unusual to see you this happy." Alex replied."Is it not a good thing to be happy?" I asked."Of course it is," He replied."Anyways, we are going to the beach today, will you love to come with us?" he asked."We? As in you and who?" I asked instead.He faced palmed and I rolled my eyes."Sandra and I of course." he replied."Oh! That is fine. I w
My mind hasn't been at rest since last night, the pictures on Sandra's what's App status haunted my dreams through out the night, I was not even able to get enough sleep, plus I did not even know when I fell asleep. Last night was just short, like just too short. Maybe we had a longer day and a shorter night yesterday. I stretched fully on my soft plush bed. Yawning loudly."Just swallow us, do you hear?" Alex said out loud.I chuckled instead of replying him."I thought you were never going to wake up, sleep has spoilt you." Alex taunted.I rolled my eyes, as I sat up on my bed."Alex!" I exclaimed loudly."What!" he responded, chuckling loudly."Were you not supposed to say Good morning." I scolded with a frown on my face."See this one, you will tell me the day you turned to my mummy
"Dumbi." Sandra called, but I didn't dare look back. I just continued walking faster. I was really surprised to see her outside the class. It was clearly obvious she has been waiting for me, for a long time. I just wasn't in the mood to talk or listen to her. Alex keeps telling me I am being childish, but who cares."Dumbi just give me five minutes of your time," she yelled out.I sighed heavily before pausing, I turned around to face her."Okay, just five minutes. Nothing more." I said, crossing my arms around my chest."Thank you." she whisphered, I let my gaze rove over her. I did not like what I was seeing at all. She was wearing a baggy shorts and an over sized T shirt."I'm so sorry Dumbi for what I said to you last time, I seriously don't know what came over me the other day. I simcerely apologize. Please don't be mad at me." she whisphere
Few weeks later.Going back home every weekends has become part of me, that being the reason why I am at home right now."Dumbi!" My dad called, appearing at my doorsteps."I'm coming, just give me a seconds or even a minute." I replied, getting up to change my clothes.I followed my dad all the way downstairs, looking up to his head, I could see he already dyed it again. Well this man has been refusing to grow old."We are expecting some visitors today," Dad said as we both walked down the stairs."What type of visitors?" I asked curiously."And whose visitors are they?" I asked again, pausing at the last stair case."Maybe August visitors, or how do you people call it. But do you remember Tara Gold?" Dad asked."Yes, I do remember her, what does she has to do with the visitors?" I
You know one thing people say about falling in love, they say it is the best thing that ever happened to them. But then why do people who were once in love divorced, is it that love is like a drug that wears of or something. This one that everyone around me are falling in love.Yeah, I and Sandra has been at loggerheads at each other. We rarely see each other face to face, we were like fire and water, we must not cross paths.I left my room having it in mind I was going to a pepper soup joint to enjoy life. The pepper soup joint wasn't a cheap restaurant, one has to spend a lot. Mostly, only the rich go there to eat."Dumbi for the girls," A voice called out as I stepped foot into the restaurant. The restaurant as this touch of homely, welcoming look. Christmas decorations were already over it. It was a beautiful sight to behold.I looked closely at the guy, and real
The love sickness or should we call it the love flu seems to be affecting all my friends. But not me, what is love? To me love is stupid. How can you tell me you fell in love? You mean you fell stupidly in love.Love was not for me, but ladies were for me."Dumbi," My mum called out loudly.I groaned loudly, she was probably about to send me on an errand as usual. Just leave it to mum to never stop disturbing me, I removed my ear phones that were plugged into my ears, I got up from bed slugglishly, being the last born in the family has its good and bad. The good was that you get to enjoy a lot of love and lots of pampering. But the bad was that you get to do stuffs like, doing house duties and chores, run errands and all other annoying stuffs. I jogged down the stairs, after making sure I tied the strings of my joggers tightly."Dumbi!"my mum yelled again, well Nigerian mothers has this habit o