“Who owns it?” Austin inquired.“It belongs to Oliver,” Barry declared. Then, Oliver walked out of his room and saw the youngsters admiring his bike.“Your bike is fine, Oliver,” they commended.“Thank you for the compliment, David and Austin.” Thereafter, Austin and David left for their cousins' apartment.“I need to get some toiletries from the local market, Mr. Barry,” Oliver requested. Barry, who understood the meaning of the sudden outing, teased, “And to ostentatiously display your new bike.”The drivers around laughed heartily, and Oliver looked down shyly. He understood what Barry meant. Although, he needed the items, but flaunting his new bike was not out of it.“I will be back, before you know it,” he promised.“It is all right. Be cautious.”“I will.”At the Village Square.The four youths walked happily on the road while Peter nursed his lost. The joy of redeeming their reputation before Emma and his in-law could not be overemphasized. As for Peter, he was aware that he h
At the Television StationThey drove to the television station and Sarah met with Barbara Robin, the presenter of a popular family program tagged The Feminine World. Fortunately, they arrived forty minutes ahead of the time, and Barbara took time to take her through the questions, and she answered them correctly. Meanwhile, her husband made his input where necessary and advised on the information about her father that should be made public and ensured that she expunged derogatory remarks about her father from her narration. Likewise, Uju ensured that her makeup was okay. At 1 PM, the program took off. At HomeOliver returned from his shopping and walked into the house. Thereafter, Barry instructed, “Oliver, we are going out. Your aunt would be on a live broadcast at 1 PM.”“Okay sir,” Oliver, who was addled by his speech, responded. Then, Barry continued, “If you must watch the broadcast, ensure that the police have their lunch before then.”“It is noted, sir.”Afterward, they left
My teacher had told us the story of King David. Despite his heroic feats, he ran away when the need arose. I took the bold step and fled from home at the age of ten, and no one cared. I lived on the street and lived by its principles; if you can't beat them, you join them. I could not help but join them, beginning from petty stealing to pickpocket. Furthermore, I was tutored by my fellows on how to survive in the jungle. One thing I learned from them was the bonding, we protect one another. I was happy in their midst because I was protected from the likes of my fathers. Occasionally, we offer ourselves for menial jobs and were paid. As time went by, my close allies and I resolved to do menial jobs and quit stealing. The teachings from the church came to bear on us.“We can go back to school,” Fidel, one of us, suggested one day. We welcomed his idea and enrolled in the nearby public school. Then, I was twelve and had never been abused, and my self-esteem was building up gradually. F
Afterward, we visited my place and met my father's numerous wives. I also met my stepsisters with their children, and I could gaze the father of the children. Their mothers were among the wives, who were against my mother for speaking out and turned blind eyes when my father slept with them, and it paid off. At least, they were not killed like my mother and their sons were living. Now, Fidel and I were faced with a bridge too far to cross. I was informed that my father passed on some months back after a prolonged ill health.My mother's co wives, both those he married after I left home, were disgruntled when I introduced Fidel as my husband to be. It was obvious that out of the sixteen daughters in the family, I would be the first to marry properly. They scowled at him maliciously, before the first wife looked at me and snarled, “Where is it done that a father had not been buried, and a daughter is getting married?”Her statement left Fidel and I more confused. Meanwhile, their eyes h
Nne ended her story with a question, “Mrs. Owens, do you agree with me that your father deserves your forgiveness?”“I got it,” Sarah replied. “That's good. I will support your vision with the empowerment of two girls.”“Thank you, Nne for sharing your story with us, and I am thankful for your support,” Sarah appreciated.Now, there was no room for pretext anymore. Sarah was visibly emotional and there was nothing her husband, who was emotional too, could do. More calls kept coming in, but the program had ended. Barbara, who wished to be part of the funeral, took the responsibilities of serving as their contact person.“Thank you, Barbara,” Evans appreciated after the program. “It is my pleasure, Mr. Owens.” Barbara, who kept looking at him continually, and Evans understood her reason, accepted. She could not dissociate him with the man who was arrested by the Economic and Financial Crime Commission the previous year.“We expect eighty girls from you. We will get twenty from our loc
Two Days Later – In the City Sarah's TV program had gone viral. Thanks to her husband and in-laws, who downloaded the program from the television station website and posted on their social media handles. The staff members of the Blue Sea Oil and Gas Group were surprised to know that, the beautiful wife of their GMD had such a heartbreaking past. To Evans' and Sarah's delight, Mr. Warfield was delighted with the project. He promised to support the program. The IGP, and the EFCC boss, were not left out.“How many of us will be part of the funeral, Diana?” Silas inquired. The secretary smiled and elucidated, “Almost everyone wished to attend.”“I know, but the boss said he expected only twenty staff members, due to the capacity of the private jet.”“I have to randomly pick twenty staff members and damn the consequences, especially Susan, the former General Manager's wife. She had been itching to attend.”“Allow Susan to be part of the team,” Silas instructed. Apart from him, his orderly
“Thank you, wifey, for adding a color to the occasion,” Callum appreciated his wife when he saw the souvenirs. “You are welcome, hubby. Thank you for setting the ball rolling.”That day, the cows for the elders were ready. In all, they were set.In the CitySince the time the General Manager got the news about Bruno and his wife, he was disturbed, and was tempted to give Bruno a call to discuss it, but he reconsidered. At noon, they left for the airport with the staff bus. Surprisingly, Susan looked happy and more beautiful than when she was with her husband.“What is happening?” He murmured. They arrived at the airport after one hour and met Richard, Barry Frank and other drivers, who were on standby to pick the guests. “Welcome. I hope that your trip was not stressful.”“Not at all.”“Shall we?” Barry announced. They got into the vehicles and left for the hotel.“Mr. Silas, will it be appropriate if I visit the GMD's wife? She may need my assistance,” Susan requested after their a
“Certainly. Firstly, the tailor would take your measurements and make your dress for the funeral.”“Wow! That is nice. I'm honored.”“You are welcome. Let's see the tailor.”“It is okay.” She took her to the tailor and he took her measurements.“Whose wear is this?” Sarah asked the tailor when she saw a set of clothes on the tailor's table.“They forgot to pick it along with the rest,” the tailor explained. Then, Sarah inspected the clothes and discovered that it was the General Manager's wears.“This is carelessness,” she pointed out. “Susan, I'm entrusting Tony's wears into your care. Ensure that you deliver it to him personally.”“You can bank on me. I will do that.”They walked back to the house and engaged in other things like the arrangements of the souvenirs while they waited for the tailor to make her clothes.“The tailor would be through in a few hours.”“All right, Mrs. Owens.”Indeed, she was helpful. As a fashion designer, she assisted in decorating the funeral tent and it