*******I step out the car with Omoh, walking to the threshold of Uche, Omoh's boyfriend's house; I canât help but notice the big cars parking in his drive way. I literally know nothing about cars except being a vessel on four wheels that can move on fuel. So telling the kind or names of each of them will be mission impossible, talk less of identifying the most expensive amongst them. âUcheâs friends must be very richâ I say to my friend.âMost of them are but most importantly, I want you to have fun.â Omoh walks forward and holds the doorknob. She is about twisting it open but halt when she sees me fighting with my dress.On my beautiful, figure eight body is a shimmering, midnight black dress that stops way above my knees. The fitness of it highlights my every curve from my fully round, moderate sized boobs to my slim waist and obvious hips. Mated with it is a pair of silver heels forced on my feet by Omoh. I'm aware of how sexy I look tonight and it makes me a little bit uncomfor
******WALE POVI can swear she looks familiar. From the moment I set my eyes on her walking through the front door with her friend, the host's girlfriend, my brain went numb and my eyes blind to all the ladies flooding my space. I try my best to not make my stare obvious but her beauty just makes it impossible. I initially refused my cousin's invitation to his friends party. He said all he wanted was to mingle and I never believe it's possible to find genuine love at a party. That's me, a serious minded, Yoruba guy and a complete package of TDH, tall, dark and handsome. It's been a while since my last break up and, I just want to pause on any new relationship. I eventually agree to join my cousin to the party. Not that he made any effort to persuade me to join him, but because a lady, whom a friend tried to pair me up with, was determined on coming over and I don't want to see her at all.I met the girl once on a date, she was ok it terms on beauty, but every man has their own tast
****ENO POVâExcuse me, every one. Can I get your attention, pleaseâ Uche announces from the center of the living room I tap Omoh's shoulders, signaling her to listen.âIâm so happy you all made out time to be here this evening and most of all, Iâm delighted that you all are about to witness something Iâve been planning to do for the past three monthsââI raise my eyebrows on top of a wide smile at my clueless friend who stared at her boyfriend without words âWhat is he talking about?â I ask.âI have no idea.â she replies, shaking her head.âHeartbeat, come pleaseâ We hear Uche call to my friend who walks like a robot towards him while the crowd cheers for her.He holds her hands, smiling and ogling lovingly into her eyes. And just before we know it, Uche goes down on one knee. My heart flutters as if I was the one being proposed too. What a lovely experience and I feel nothing but pure happiness for my best friend.âI didnât realize how empty my world was until you walked into it f
******"âOne way or another weâve heard that the secret of becoming healthy is to acquire a 10% rest, 10% exercise and 30% diet. Now the question is what is diet? Diet is anything we eat but we have an unbalance diet and a balance diet. We have been taught since primary school that balance diet is eating all the classes of food in the right proportion. Right?â Mrs.Lawal, lecturer on DIET 101 ask the student sitting in front of her.âRight.â The class chorus.âHey, heyâ Jude hits me lightly, waking me from my attempt on sleeping.âYeah, Iâm awake. What did I miss?â i ask, whispering.I can hear him chuckle under his breath âNothing much, just the definition of diet.â He whispers back, looking at the lecturer âI guess you didnât get much sleep last night.â âNo but I promise, no more sleeping off in class.â I smile. I woke up so tired and lazy this morning. Uche's party last night took all strength from me, coupled with Ubong demands to meet with me.ââ and according to the United State
*****âMiss. Eno Ekanem.â Miss. Adeyemi Rotimi smith, the H.O.D, calls, opening a file as she flips the paper inside it âI can see in the next of kin column in your file, you filled a female name, Unwana Ekanem. Is she your daughter or your sister? Judging by your tittle, Miss, I have to askâ she says, looking to get a response from me.âSheâs my daughter Ma and I was never married. I was supposed to marry her father but circumstances did not permit.â I briefly explain the little confusion on my file.âOk, I wanted to be sure before signing. How old is your daughter? She asks again.âSheâs thirteen.â I replyâWow, and you still look this beautiful? Taking care of a thirteen years old girl all by yourself?â I can tell her question is rhetorically then I smile âIf I may ask, are you sure you can cope with this course and still look after your daughter? I mean, you are aware this is a practical course?â she points.âMy daughter is in a boarding school, this gives me a lot of time to focu
******I sit in the canteen behind the department with Jude, chatting about small stuff, family and everything in-between. Jude is a tall, light skinned man; he is sincere and smiles a lot, one of his outstanding charm. He is welcoming and basically the only person who donât see me as his rival in the department.Ever since Miss. Adeyemi Rotimi Smith announced the privileges attached to our department, everyone has taken it as a competition and has seen each other as rivals. Especially Miss. Abike. Her father happens to be the C.E.O of a five star hotel in Ikoyi. She looks down on everyone just because she was born with a silver spoon. Mrs. Edward, an unfortunate woman who had a bicker with Miss. Abike, might have sat quietly and listened to Abike run her mouth but not me. Iâm just waiting for the day she will try it with me. Not that Iâm beefing or anything, I mean, Iâm just saying.âI hope there wasnât any complication?â Jude ask me as I put a straw inside my bottle of Fanta.âNot
******WALE POVI let out a rumble laughter after dropping the call with Eno. Lost in the thought of her that I'm oblivious to when Yinka, my cousin stepped into the room.Letting the smile linger on my lips, I sit up from the couch when I hear him clear his throat. He gives me that amusing stare then laughs while sitting on the brown leather couch across from mine in my living room.My cousin has been living with me since he returned to Nigeria, feeling reluctant to go home because aunty never stops her quest of finding a suitable wife for him. Just like me, he feels the pressure but doesn't want to get his own apartment because hes barely in the country. And now, I have no choice but to accommodate him.âMy boy has found himself a girl that makes him smile.â He mocks me, laughing and watching my brightened up face.âWell, you can say that again.â âSo, did she agree to meet you?â He curiously asks.âShe can't resist me even if she tries.â Still in my happy mood, I stand and move to
******ENO POV âI was starting to think you wonât show up and Iâll have leave here heartbrokenâ Wale says, giving those sexy smiles. He sure knows how to enthuse a lady.I smile in my mind, feeling a little uneasy. I sit on the high stool close to his, in front of the bar counter.âIâm here arenât i? Can I have my bangle, please?â I ask, trying to be polite. I donât want to cause a scene in front of the busy bar-man.âNot yet, honey youâââHoney?â I snigger.âWhat?â He raise an eye brow at me, drawing closer to me, causing that hot rush on my cheek.Heâs close, too close. I open my mouth trying to at least stammer a word but it stayed open. âHeâs smooth. Wake up Eno.â I yell at myself, using my indoor voice.âWhy am I here?â I ask quickly, smiling at the bar man who places our drinks in front of us.âYou didnât believe me when I said You enchanted me?â He asks back.âPlease wake up this isnât disney? Neither are we children. But of course, itâs true what they say.ââWhat who say?â he
******UNWANA p. o. vI want to be like my mom when I grow up. Looking at her as we walk out of the airport, holding the hands of her husband, my father and holding me on my shoulder while we enter into the limousine sent from the GREG RESORT to pick us up to our new house in California. She I my role model, sheâs strong, focus and has a good eye for men. I like my dad, Mr. Adewale Rotimi Smith far more than uncle Chidi, my momâs ex. My mother had a sad beginning and now she is laughing at last and has also made me laugh.Now I donât have to continue at command secondary school anymore, daddy said I will finish my education here. Iâll miss my friends but please, Iâll make new ones.I almost forgot, Iâll soon be a big sister. #smiles#The End
*****My heart beats faster and my legs wiggles weakly. The silent treatment is killing me slowly and I find my self saying;âPlease Wale, can I at least see you one last time.â I plead, still standing by the door.Yet, he says nothing. I turn and rest my back on the door while I squat down âIâm sorry I didnât fully trust you. Iâm sorry I compared you to the past men in my life, Iâm sorry I gave you the impression that I didnât love you, Iâm sorry I doubted your love.â I speak, fighting the tears wrestling to pour âEver since Ubong left me with Unwana, my daughter, in my womb, Living had been very hard. Some days when the humiliation grew worst, I attempt aborting my child and every time, I failed. If not for my Parentâs undying love, who knows if I would have been alive today.â I converse as tears floods my eyes and my beating heart threatens to stop.âI hated Ubong with my life, then a day came, I gave birth to my Bright star and from the first day I laid eyes on her, I found hope.
********I get down from the Taxi in front of Wale's gate then, I pay the driver before he drives off. I stand a while facing the large, black gate while trying to rehearse what to say when i go in and see him.âUhm, uhm,â I clear my throat âYour sister is worried about you so she ask me to check on you to see how you are doing.â No, it doesnât sound right, why should I be the one Tessy sends.I try another one âBaby, Iâm sorry, I shouldnât have held back that kind of important part of my life from you.â Thatâs if I get the opportunity to speak.âHoney, you can hate me all you want but I will not leave here until you forgive me or at least hear me out.â How pitiful. He can as well call the police on my ass and they will just bundle me out.âUh,â I sigh âDarling remember the fun time we had, remember you said you donât care what circumstances have to offer, as far as you have me.â Ah, Iâm so desperate.âCalling him all the sweet pet name in the worldâs list doesnât guarantee me earning
********Itâs been two weeks since I last heard from Wale, he also has been avoiding my calls. And right now, Iâm so worried about him, what a twist. First, men leave me when I tell them about my other half and when I thought concealing that information was best, I lose the love of my life.Life is good, fair, unbalanced and cruel at the same time and I just stand alone at the receiving end. Is there even an atom of love left somewhere for me?I can feel my head spinning out of control, my eyes bulging out and I look so tired.I stare at the lecturer without hearing a word of what heâs saying and the harder I stare, the more the face of the lecturer turns into the face of Wale. Iâm losing my mind.âAre you ok.â Jude's voice brings me back to class the moment the lecturer left the classroom.âYes, Iâm fine. Just having a little headache.â I say, using my left hand to rub my head. My head had start to hurt from much thinking and I feel miserable. I just need to lay on my bed and cry but
*******Wale Laughs suspiciously at my expression.âEno, is this you?â She asks on her feet, taking a good look at me to be sure with an identical surprise expression as mine.âYes, itâs me.â i laugh, not trying to contain my surprise.She makes her way to where I stand and hugs me warmly âI canât believe this. So you are the Eno my brother has been talking about.â She remarks, ending the hug and looking at me again âI know only one Eno which is you but I never suspected he was talking about the one I know.ââMiss Adeyemi, Iâm as stun as you are.â I say smiling.âThe title. Please, call my Tessy.â She tells me, taking my hands âCome, sit, Iâm so happy to see you.ââThanks.â I reply following her to the executive booth.It will sound weird calling Miss Adeyemi, Tessy. She and I have become closer in school and she has helped me a lot to become one of the best at school. As a nutritionist, her advice has placed me on the right track.âMeet my fiancĂ©, Gabriel.â She introduce me to the ha
******Omoh and I stayed home all afternoon watching into the badlands with a bowl of popcorn in-between us. And at the end of the seventh episode of the first season, she turns to me and says âI believe you havenât told him yet.â Reducing the volume of my T.V set.âTold him what?â I ask as if unacquainted with what sheâs talking about.âEno!â She calls out.âWhat?ââYou know he has the right to know.â She declares, with worrying look on he pretty face.âI know and I will tell him.â I tell her âI plan on telling him tonight.â âYou are going on a date with him tonight, and you are supposed to meet his sister too. When will you have the time to tell him?âOmoh is right; I may not have the time to tell him. I might be carried away, who knows. I donât know how to answer her question; I just need to ponder on how to create a right opportunity.âWhy havenât you told him before now?â She asks again.I return my gaze to Omoh âI wanted to be sure. I donât want to bring another man into my da
*****What can make a girl happier than being with a guy she loves? Wale indeed, is the best boyfriend ever.Iâm not saying I regret my previous boyfriends, no, what Iâm saying is, they have taught me the different perception of relationships.Itâs been a month since Wale and I have been dating, heâs been so caring, loving, possessive, romantic, and Jealous even. I love the fact that he is this way, it make me feel less alone. He makes me laugh always, he hates my genre of movies, he loves singing in the shower and he respects me a lot and thatâs my best part.Unlike the previous men in my life, Wale professes his love for me at any given opportunity, he kisses me every time we see no matter the place, he calls me and show up when he says he will. He always keeps to his word.A part of me feels that heâs just being the way he is because our relationship is still fresh. I know it is wrong to compare him with the past men in my life but a part of me still cautions me to be careful, tha
******âYou are homely, thatâs one attribute I look forward to see in my woman.â Wale compliments, spreading himself comfortably on the couch.And instead of being happy, I only get more confused. âYour woman!â I repeat quite ridiculously.He sniggers âYou still havenât given me an answer to my question.â Wale says. This time, adjusting himself on the couch and facing me fully with his eyes hooded eyes locking me strongly in my position.âWhat question?â I ask, baffle. Pretending not to recall. But I remember vividly of the night in his car, in front of my house when he asked me if he was my type of man. But the question I failed to ask him was, if he wasn't my type, will he be willing to change for me?He exhales deeply âEno, I know you know what I mean. Is that why you ignore my calls?â I hear is question come out with an air of depression.âYou are getting me more confused here.â I tell him instead.âThe last time you said you are not my type of woman but then, and even now Iâm ask
*******I stand speechless in front Wale while my brain makes effort to suggest what I should say. In the meantime, I stare at his dimpled smile still dumbfounded. Unexpectedly, he places his right hand on my arm, moving it lightly. Feeling the chills down my spine, I quickly move back, putting a fine distance between us.He smiles widely, aware of reason for resisting his touch âAre you shy?â He inquires.âNo, Iâm sweaty.â I reply with a good enough excuse.I watch him laugh hysterically, enjoying himself. I won't lie, I like the sound of his laughter but I manage my composure and tell him plainly âI need to get out of this sweaty cloths, Iâm not comfortable in it.â I canât say for certain what Iâm not comfortable in anymore. Is it really the sweaty clothes or his piercing stare.âIâll wait.â He finally says.âYouâll wait, where?â I puff.âMy car is very comfortable.â wearing a serious face, he tells me.âIs he planning on waiting in his car? I thought he will leave, why isnât he l