Hey guys. The reading on this book has been so slow that I can't even believe it (lol). Isn't the book up to standards? Are there things you think need to be changed? huh, anyways, tomorrow will be the last update for the week as I will be traveling someplace where I can't take my laptop as I would be too busy on my feet to sit down and write, edit and publish. Please bear with me till next Monday, kay?
Pain knocks on my door and says, I've come again... Open up,But freedom enters the house and says,Take my hand... Give me a chance.©OluwatoyosiPrecious POV “Let me see you (go low low low low) let me see you (go low low low low low). Buga wọn(Lemme). Buga wọn"Funke, Arewa, and I sang along to Kizz Daniel and Tecno’s song ‘Buga’ playing from the radio in Arewa's car as he drove us to Abeokuta for our convocation.We all studied at the Federal University of Agriculture, Abeokuta, and finished very well. We had decided to stay in my family house here in Abeokuta near the school so we could be early for the convocation because the road would be blocked with traffic."Óyá, we are in Abeokuta, let's go and enjoy ourselves before tomorrow. It's still early" Arewa suggested, and I grinned. I checked the time and saw that it was still 1 pm, which meant we had enough time to go wherever we wanted to."Let's go to Obasanjo's library," I clapped my hands in excitement.Obasanjo's
Man can betray,We can go astray...Mistakes are what make us human,But forgiveness is what changes the plan.©Oluwatoyosi Precious POV I woke up to the sound of the door banging. Groaning, I put my pillow over my head. Where were Funke and Arewa when you needed them? The banging continued and my sleep was cut short. Standing grumpily from my bed, I walked to the door and yanked it open, ready to shout at the person. My words got stuck in my throat as I stared at my angry-looking parents. I gulped and opened the door wide for them to enter. "We've been knocking since, what were you doing?" my mum's words were sharp. "Sorry ma, I was still sleeping. I thought those two children would open it." I said in a sorry tone. I was angry at Funke and Arewa. My parents entered the house with one suitcase, and I was sure it held their clothes. I didn't know how many days they would stay, but I was leaving tomorrow. "Isn't your convocation ceremony by 10 am, it's already 7:30 am. Do you kn
Ethan rushed up to me and held my hands tightly in his. He was here. I was not daydreaming. He seemed shocked and grateful, but why? "You replied to my text," he whispered. I was fully aware of some stares but I kept my gaze on the beautiful man in front of me. "Who is that fine man?" I heard a voice from the crowd but I didn't care. "Did you not want me to?" I replied. My heart sank. Did he give up on me? No, he couldn't, I was about to take him back. "No no no, that's not it. I was just stunned," he answered with a frantic shake of his head and a smile. "Was I that bad?" I asked with a raised brow. I was beginning to get angry with myself. He was surprised by the fact that I texted back. I felt awful. "No, my love, you were hurt. I understand that. I just wasn't expecting it but it made me so happy. I came here as soon as I finished leaving the office." Now that he mentioned that, I took the opportunity to look at him. He was wearing a black tux with a white shirt and sky-
I pulled away from him and entered the bathroom to change into an oversized shirt and shorts since we wanted to eat first. I took his arm and we left the room to see everyone in the dining room. I snuggled deeper into Ethan as he walked me to our seats. The smell of food, especially chicken fills my nose making my stomach growl. "So, when am I expecting a wedding" my mum's voice broke the silence and I almost choked on my food. Ethan’s hand immediately rubbed my back to calm me down. "Very soon ma" I choked again. What was he saying? We just got back together. I was not ready for marriage. "You people should let me eat na. Which one is a wedding," I said in pidgin language although I was secretly happy about this question and they all laughed. "Má bínú" (don't be angry). My dad replied, even though he was in support of his wife. We finished eating and went into our rooms to rest and change. We had 30 minutes to get ready and get there. "Did you bring any clothes to change into
“Ethan, drop that now. That is not a toy for kids,” I whisper-yelled at the man beside me who decided pepper spray was a good toy for a kid.“But what if they need to protect themselves,” he defended making me roll my eyes.“Yeah, because children of three to seven are the best at handling such things. They would just go around spraying it into their eyes for fun. Now drop it,” I replied with my hands on my waist.It’s been two weeks since we got back together and since Ethan was leaving soon, we decided to go to an orphanage today. His assistant called to tell him there was an urgent need for his presence on a contract that didn’t want to go through.“All right, what about this?” he asked while holding up a slingshot toy.“No, Ethan, what if they start slinging stones at each other,” I sighed.“Well, I’m clearly out of my league here,” he ran a hand through his face, making me chuckle. I left the basket and went to his side, before grabbing a stuffed teddy bear and holding it out for
We do things in the name of loveGood things surpass the bad...We make dreams come true,In the name of love. ©Oluwatoyosi Precious POV Five months have passed since Ethan and I got back together and it has been total bliss. I joined him in New York to surprise him two months ago along with Funke because according to her, she can't stay without Joel, and honestly, neither could I stay away from Ethan. My parents were the ones that suggested I leave the house for them. Let's just say Ethan loved the surprise. We decided to keep staying at our apartment. I started working for a chocolate factory called 'Godiver Chocolatier' and although my boss was an arrogant oversized jerk, I still loved the fact that I helped process chocolates. I've always worked in the agriculture sector or the beverage sector but it pleased me to be working in a chocolate factory. It felt new and challenging. When I first went for my interview with the CEO, I didn't understand why he was the one to employ but
I took it out of my bag and checked the caller ID. I picked it up immediately and sighed tiredly."Ethan White, what's all this about?" I asked sharply. Don't get me wrong, I love the treatment but I just wanted to sleep."Relax babe, just enjoy it. I'll pick you up by 7:30 pm." He said quickly and hung up. Huh, the nerve. Before I could call him back, Liya grabbed my hand into a dresser and gave me various gowns to test out.After changing and changing, I finally found the dress. It was a short silver backless gown.We went over to the counter but were told that everything was already paid for.What the heck is going on, seriously?We finally pulled up at my apartment and I rushed out to unlock the door. I rushed inside my room with my shopping bag in tow and fell face-first unto the bed."Precious, don't be lazy and go shower. You have an hour to get dressed before Ethan picks you up," Funke said, dragging my ass out of bed. I groaned out loud only for it to come out muffled but I s
We reached the roof and I gasped. The roof was dimly lit, with balloons hanging in the hair, a small jazz band playing in the background, and a table for two. "C'mon, let's eat" Ethan whispered into my ear snapping me out of my gaze. I followed him speechless to the table. He brought out the chair for me and I sat down. A waiter came and served our food, oh my God. It was my favorite food. Pounded yam and Egusi soup. "Oh my God, Ethan, this is perfect" I gushed out while he smiled and washed his hands. I joined him and started eating. “Where did you get the jazz band?” I asked seriously. “Joel found them and thought I should serenade you with it,” he shrugged as I snickered. “Whoa, I’ve never understood jazz music but this is beautiful,” I replied, with a small smile. “Wait a minute, I saw Mr. Davis storming into the office this afternoon. He looked so mad. Have they processed his arrest warrant?" I asked as I suddenly remembered/ “Yeah, I’m sure he was escorted by the police,”