Promises are meant to be broken,The ones that who keep theirs, are they Fools?...Promises are meant to be kept,The ones that break them, are they Wise?.© OluwatoyosiPrecious POVWriter's block!That was the only way I could explain my lack of concentration and loss of ideas. I've been rereading the same line of my book for a few minutes and I was getting frustrated. That was why I was sitting on the floor of my living room exasperated. I huffed and stood up to get a snack. The house was empty. Funke had to go out for God knows what and, since I was stuck here, I thought I'd write something but as things were going now, I couldn't even come up with ideas.I got to the kitchen and took four slices of bread and spread butter on them. I grabbed a can of coke from the fridge and went back to the parlor. This was my last day in New York and I thought I'd just stay home. Everyone had come and said their goodbyes but I hadn't seen him at all. Although I was not ready to face him, I th
"Hey Precious dear. How are you?" she hugged me and I hugged her back. "I'm very fine thank you. What about you? You still look so lovely" I gushed."Oh dear, I'm getting old and these kids just keep someone on their toes" she grinned and I smiled. We talked for a bit and she took the kids and left but not before I told her I won't be around for a while. The kids were upset but we managed to get them to smile again.I looked at them as they left. I've always wanted kids, and I still do but I need a man for that. I thought about having it with Ethan. Getting married, a beautiful honeymoon, lovers quarrel, and kids but now, I just don't know, I can't marry someone who doesn't trust me. "You think too much" Joel snapped me out of my reverie making me turn my gaze to him while giving him the best smile I could muster. "Yeah but that's all I do these past few days. I miss him, Jo, so much but I can't be with someone who doesn't trust me. Who doesn't look twice before reprimanding me, w
Leaving doesn't mean one is a coward,Sometimes, it's just good to take a break.© Oluwatoyosi Precious POVI woke up in my fairly cleared-out room. I had fallen asleep packing my things, or at least what I needed. I didn't have it in me to pack everything, as some part of me knew I was going to come back, I just didn't know when. I sighed and threw the covers off me, folding them neatly I kept them in my wardrobe, and now, my bed was bare. I didn't have a pillow because I didn't like using one. Sighing again, I got on my knees and did my morning prayer. Once I was done, I went into the bathroom and washed. I stepped out after my bath and picked out my clothes which consisted of fitted blue jeans with a plain white tee-shirt and wore it. I didn't apply any makeup just powder and lip gloss.I gasped when I looked at the time, it was past noon and our plane leaves at 3 pm. I rushed out of my room barefoot to see Funke steadying her three suitcases by the kitchen counter. I snickered
I was thinking too much I didn't notice Funke plopped on the chair beside me until she hugged me. "I know how you feel. I know you love him and don't want to leave him but I also know you want to think about him so he can teach himself to trust you. If you are strong, the strongest I've ever met. When David broke you, I thought you'd never be the same again, I decided to follow you here so I could keep an eye on you, and now look at who we are. We are the best graduating master's students in a new country. We have lots of opportunities presented to us, you are a fast-rising author, and we make a good team but you and Ethan are something I've never seen before. You both are like now and arrow, coordinated, never doing anything without the other. When I see the way you both look at each other I'm reminded that there is nothing love cannot conquer and knowing you made me want to strive hard to be the best for Joel. I don't know about the route you want to take but I know God will lead yo
There's no place like home,It's where the heart is,There's nothing like family,It's where the home is... Precious POV We finally landed at the Murtala Mohammed airport in Lagos after almost ten hours of flying and unlike Funke who slept almost through the flight, I was awake for most of the flight sleeping for only 3hrs. Since it was just us on the plane, I had enough time to catch up on novels that I had put off reading for a while. Anything to keep my mind off Ethan, for now, was what I planned on doing. It was past 6 pm when the nice pilot and stewardess helped us get our bags. We took our bags and walked to the arrival sign, all the while, Funke kept struggling with her three suitcases and I laughed at her misery. We got outside the airport and waited for the Ubers that we asked our friend Anjola to book for us. We looked around until we saw two men holding placards with our names on them. "See them, let's go," I told Funke and we walked towards them. When we got to their
Precious POVUnlike most Yoruba parents who were very strict with their kids, my parents were lively, funny, and disciplined, yes but they interacted with us as though we were friends.Growing up, they instilled in us discipline but more maturely, we were allowed to go anywhere we wanted and have what they called, street sense, so that way we wouldn't want to disappoint them."What about your boyfriend, Ethan?" my smile vanished. It was my dad that asked. My parents believed in freedom, so when I was never scared to tell them I had a boyfriend."We are taking a break. We had an argument that I don't want to talk about" they nodded in understanding.I loved my parents when it came to the point where we don't want to talk, they gave us space and privacy because they trusted us. I remembered the time I did something wrong; I had told them I wasn't going out that day and I did. Let's just say, they gave me an earful but the worst was when they said they were disappointed in me. I felt li
Love is like the sun,It lightens the heart...©OluwatoyosiPrecious POV"Of course, I would be delighted to write for you," I said my voice thick with excitement."That's great, I will email you the details for the project" Miss Dana replied with equal excitement and hung up.I stood from my seat and jumped up and down like a child. I was super excited to be writing for one of the most renowned publishing companies in Nigeria. My novel wasn't only read in New York but extended to Nigeria as well. Ever since I came back home two months ago, I had been getting offers from writing firms and even Agro-allied industries as a food processor and project manager.I had chosen to take the food processing job as my day job and the writing work as a side job since I only wrote from home. It was better that way but I was tired and in need of a break.Don't get me wrong, I loved my job because I loved what I do but it was tiring sometimes when it came to listening to ideas for write-ups and consu
Precious POV Wait, he was here? That thought snapped me out completely like a bucket of water and I pulled away quickly but still enough to see the hurt that flashed through his eyes. "How are you here? How did you know where I live?" I fired the questions at him. My body was excited and nervous that he was there. Why was I nervous? Granted he hurt me, but I have never gotten the image of him out of my head. "What no hello? How are you?" he playfully smiled and I just glared at him making him gulp. He had a playful side to him that I had missed so much. His ability to either lighten or darken the mood always made me intrigued by him. "You know what I mean Ethan, what are you doing here?" I asked in an indifferent tone. As much as I knew that I was the one hurt, I was happy he was here, and that pissed me off. "Can we go somewhere to talk?" he asked quietly looking around and I noticed that we had managed to pull a crowd. I chuckled at people’s reactions. It was not every da