A few days had passed since that memorable evening, and Fèmi and Shola had found the way to bump into each other on several occasions, as well as spending long hours chatting behind the screen of their telephones. Shola was an inexhaustible source of inspiration for Olufèmi. She had a passion for art and encouraged him to explore his own creativity, something he had never really done before.
Under her influence, Fèmi began sketching and painting small canvases, discovering a new world of expression. His life was no longer summed up in watching manga, films and series all day long. He now spent time researching and learning about art and creativity. At first, he did this more to please Shola, but as time went by, he became really interested and used every day to learn new things about art.
Shola, for her part, had also begun to immerse herself in the imaginary world of reading, and she also took advantage of breaks at work to watch a few episodes of manga. Until a few weeks ago, she'd found this boring and childish, but since the two of them had been seeing each other, and each of them had shared their hobbies and interests, new habits had sprung up at home. Each of them was actually interested in what made the other happy, and they wanted to explore new horizons and get out of their usual comfort zones.
One evening, while Fèmi was at home, his phone vibrated, indicating that a message had arrived. It was a message from Shola."Hi Fèmi, how are you ? Would you like to have a chat tonight ?" Fèmi was in the kitchen, helping his mother cook tonight's dinner. He was cutting the tomatoes and preparing some vegetables when his phone screen lit up, revealing the notification and the contents of the message.
Delighted to receive the message, Fèmi quickly dumped the other products he had to wash into the water and took a cloth to clean his hands.
He lifted his cell phone and quickly replied, "Hi Shola, I’m doing well and you ? Yeah, sure, I'd love to chat. Do you want to meet up somewhere, or can we chat over the phone ?"
"It's a bit too late for us to meet up for a chat, I'd rather we write over here." Shola replied with amusing emojis.
"That's fine with me, even if you wanted us to meet at this hour, I could easily have escaped for you." Fèmi also responded with funny emojis.
"Unfortunately, my prison here has a thousand exit doors. Of course, I should be happy to take advantage of them and escape, but I could quickly end up in solitary confinement if even the smallest percentage of my escape fails. So, thank you, I don't want to experience a traumatic escape movie." Shola sent, this time with teary-eyed emojis.
She was in front of her computer preparing a file for the company she worked for. It was a bit stressful with all the paperwork, so she wanted to chat with her favorite painkiller, just to relax. "Tell you what, I finished the book you recommended last time. It was a bit sad at the end, but I loved the heroine's story. I think I'll put myself in her shoes for the next few days. From now on, call me Captain Black, the professional avenger."
"Ha ha ha... I do have a better book for you that will fit your role as a witch."
"Pass it to me quickly, please, Fèmi. I can't wait to start it."
"Not so fast miss, will you offer me some new pencils in exchange ??! Ha ha ha ! Call me Captain F the bad guy from now on."
"That's really mean of you, Fèmi. My poor precious pencils, owww... I'm not even going to give them back to you to do your beginner sketches with !" Shola sent with sick-looking emojis.
"Ooh nooooo... Are you making fun of me !? But it makes sense little witch. When I'm able to make great drawings like you, I'll be able to boast of your pencils as my best teachers... I could put them up for auction if you like ! You naughty devil !"
"Oh, I was just teasing you Fèmi, don't take it the wrong way. Of course I'll gladly offer you new pencils if that's what you want. I too started with small beginnings and today I haven't evolved that much either." Shola sent with emojis all red.
"Don't worry, I was joking too little witch. I don't need you to get me new pencils. I'll pass you the book as soon as we meet. I've got it in hard copy."
"I'm delighted with it already. You can send me the name later, I'll look to read it on my own before I read the physical version at your place again." She sent with stickers sticking out their tongues.
Fèmi had forgotten that he was supposed to watch what was on the fire and wash some vegetables too. Mrs. Jasmine, his mother, entered the kitchen discreetly after a few minutes absence when she'd gone to have a look at the sleeping baby.
"You left the vegetables in the water, without washing them !??? Seriously ?!" Mrs. Jasmine patted her son on the back. "A few more minutes away and dinner would be burnt soup concentrate."
"Sorry mummy, I had an urgent message to answer." Said Fèmi as he stepped away from his mother with a mischievous smile on his lips. He took a few steps back and stowed his phone in his pocket before scratching his back. The little pat had had its effect.
"You've always had something urgent to do lately. The urgency in question, couldn't you tell her to hold on you're going to fall in love afterwards ?!"
Fèmi laughed. "No, Mom ! What makes you think I'm chatting to a girl ?! Anyway, she's just a friend and I had a few things to settle with her. That's all there is... Look, it's done already." He lifted his empty hands to show his mother, then stepped forward to hug her.
"Don't you dare touch me, you naughty boy !" Said his mother, gesturing as if she were trying to hit his hand with the large soup spoon. "You'd better take care of what I entrusted to you."
"Right away, ma'am ! Aye, aye, my captain !" Fèmi made the soldierly gesture with a smile, then returned to the large bowl containing the vegetables to be washed. He cleaned them with the greatest possible delicacy, then set about washing the dirty dishes in the sink. Notification sounds echoed in his pocket. He'd rather be docile to his mother than offend her by always fiddling with his phone, despite the work he'd been assigned. His mother wasn't that harsh, but he loved his mother too much and showed her deep respect. Under no circumstances would he want to upset her.
A few minutes later, he finished what he had to do, took his leave of his mother and went to his room. He quickly read the messages Shola had left him, then threw himself on his bed to better enjoy the discussion. He took a deep breath before deciding to call her instead of continuing with the messages. "Hello naughty witch, are you asleep yet ?" Shola laughed on the other end of the line in a rather tired voice. "No, I'm not. I'm facing a job that's tiring me out right now. I'm exhausted, but I'm keeping my spirits up for now." "If you need a good coffee, let me know and I'll make you an expresso !" Said Fèmi, clearing his throat. He texted Shola a teacup emoji. "Fèmi, if you ever see me, you'd better run." Both laughed. "You know, Shola, there's a modern art exhibition opening in two days at a gallery in town. I was wondering if you'd like to go together ? I thought it would be a nice opportunity to spend some time together and appreciate art. Es
Fèmi made his way through the crowd, tray of snacks in hand, staring rigorously at the young man next to Shola. He'd just left his seat for a few minutes to grab some snacks, and was surprised not to see her alone when he returned. Indeed, he'd noticed them for a while now when he'd been at the waiter's table and occasionally turned around to keep an eye on her. He wondered who this daring young man was who was so close to her. There Shola was, deep in conversation with a young man he'd never seen before. What struck him was the closeness between them. The stranger had his hand resting a little too familiarly on Shola's shoulder, and their faces were very close, as if absorbed in their conversation. A wave of jealousy and concern washed over him, but Fèmi took a deep breath to keep his composure. He knew he had to handle the situation tactfully. And in any case, she didn't owe him any explanations. There was really nothing official between them. Instead of rush
Shola walked through the mess to join her sister across the room on the balcony. Adoukè was wearing white panties and a slightly transparent purple top. She had tied up her gorgeous hair and put on wireless headphones, sipping a bottle of Coke and contemplating the view of the city.- Shola: So, madam, a little show on the horizon ?- Adoukè: I forgot to subscribe to Canal+ Comédie.- Shola: I can offer you the Evasion+ package as earlier if you like.- Adoukè: Tchrummm ! Where have you been ? And who was that guy who dropped you off ?- Shola: Phew ! Give me a break, detective. Are you investigating me now? Adoukè didn't answer, just watched her sister slowly and steadily from head to toe. Shola was wearing a beautiful tight brown dress. It went very well with her caramel complexion. She had carefully arranged her braids and put in a butterfly-shaped accessory to keep them in that state and at the same time act as an embellishment. She wore her round glasses and held
It was around 11:20pm. Fèmi was lying on the floor in his street, his home just a few blocks away. He had been badly banged up, thank God it wasn't critical wounds. He was still taking his time to realize what had just happened when one of the neighborhood elders noticed him. Immediately, he ran to him and came to his assistance. Fèmi was bleeding from some wounds he had sustained. The young man carrying him finally managed to take him home. His mother went into a state of shock when she saw her son in such a state. It was a terrible blow for Fèmi. His father had died when he was 3. He was part of a large team of journalists. One day, returning from an assignment, he and his team had been involved in a traffic accident between a truck and their car. They were 5 of them on board, and Fèmi's father was the only one to die. The others were rushed to hospital and, as their injuries were not critical, they managed to escape with only minor after-effects. Fèmi's chil
"Miss, I'm still waiting for the file in my office," announced Shola's superior behind the phone line. He had just hung up. Shola was desperately rummaging through the files that lay on her table, in the drawers and even in the cupboards that were in the office. She was looking for a file she'd given to her boss a few days earlier, but that morning he denied having received it. The world was spinning out of control for her right now, yet she was sure she'd passed it on. It was her word against his, and she shouldn't be imposing on the boss. She just hoped she'd find the file at her office, and wished with all her heart she were wrong in thinking she'd already passed it on to her boss. The phone rang again, it was once more her boss Mr. Lawani. - Hello, did you find me the file ? - No, sir, I'm still looking for it. - Bring me a cappuccino with a little sugar, please. We've got to get ready for the meeting of just now, and time doesn't allow us to look for
Shola didn't really have anything against Sègla, but she was torn between her loyalty and high regard for Fèmi, but also by the "still anonymous" relationship that was developing between her and Sègla. Sègla proved to be an accomplished artist, but also a seductive man with all the assets a woman could dream of. Still under the shock from what had happened to Fèmi, she dialed his number. He picked up after a few rings, his trembling voice betraying his pain. "Fèmi, is that you ? What's happened ?" Fèmi hesitated, then decided not to tell her right away how he'd ended up in such a dangerous situation. He didn't want to talk about the theft of his motorcycle, or his injuries. "Nothing, Shola, don't worry. I'm just tired from everything that's happened, that's all." But Shola could hear the distress and the depth of some pain in his voice. "Fèmi, I know you're not doing very well. I can understand you not wanting to talk to me about
_________FLASHBACK_________ The first rays of the sun were spreading over the land, while the sky was displaying magnificent colors. Everything was perfect for a man with no worries at the moment, a magnificent start to the morning. It had been 2 months since Mr. Vigan had been out of the house, nor had he been in contact with sunlight. The last time he'd been out was to run a few quick errands for his provisions, after which he'd locked himself in his home. Taking slow steps, he finally reached the supermarket close to his home. He entered the supermarket and quickly browsed the pharmacy shelves to select some first-aid products. A supermarket employee noticed his hand tied with a piece of blood-soaked cloth. She noticed the sad, indifferent look on the man's face, and the sense of emptiness he made no effort to conceal. She felt compassion for him, even though Mr. Vigan didn't look at all presentable. Thick, bushy beards had almost filled
The line had just been disconnected. Fèmi put down the phone and got up from the sofa. He turned off the TV and placed the remote control on the small table in front of him. His muscles were still aching. He went to the kitchen for a glass of water and then to his mother for some painkillers. He told her that he would receive a visit shortly, which surprised his mother a little. - Um, is it something special ? - No, Mummy, just a friend who's worried about me. I told her I'd be fine, but she insisted on coming round. - I think it'll relax you. You don't have to stay cooped up all the time. At the same time, the doorbell rang in the house, someone was outside. - I'll get the door. - No, leave it, I'll take care of it. You shouldn't move around too much. Madam Jasmine placed Vignilé, Fèmi's little sister, in her crib. She walked confidently to the entrance. She half-opened the door and inspected who was there. A young man
Sègla was standing right in front of Shola. He was wearing a dark red shirt and holding a bouquet of roses. Around his neck was a magnificent necklace reminiscent of a ship's anchor. He had neatly trimmed his hair and beard, and left some of the buttons on the top of his shirt open. He smelled pleasantly good, and even though he wasn't quite close to Shola yet, she could feel his sweet intoxicating scent from where she was. He was quite simply a ladies' man. - What are you doing here, Sègla ? I can't believe... Wait Fèmi, excuse me, I'll call you back later when I'm in front of your place. She hung up the phone, then put it back in her bag while staring at the young man in front of him. - How did you know I worked here ? Since just now, Sègla had been smiling at her. He hadn't yet answered any of her questions. - Are you going to answer me ? - Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. It's just that you're so cute when you look a bit
Shola was behind her computer screen in the office. She was entering new data into the file for the new contract they had won earlier. She'd had quite an eventful day and was feeling a slight headache. She got up and went to their infirmary to see Siloa. Siloa was her friend at work, and at the same time, she was assisting their company's chief medical officer. They didn't have too much reason to have a health office in their place of service, but their employers wanted employees to be able to work in excellent conditions so that nothing was overlooked ; not even a slight headache or slightly more complex health problems that could affect the quality of their work. Siloa stepped out of the curtain that hid part of the room. She held her hair back in a cap and wore gloves. She had put a stethoscope around her neck and was placing a thermometer on the table. She had big but lovely eyes, and a smile graced her face. She wasn't very tall, but had a body silhouette
Mister Vigan withdrew. He picked up a few bags of pasta from the shelves, as well as a few tins, then went to the checkout and paid for his purchases. He then left the supermarket. As for Mrs Jasmine, she took dozens of minutes to finish cleaning the floor. She went into the little cubicle that represented the toilets, then cleaned the WCs and urinals that were installed there. A little over an hour later, she had finished her morning's work. It was almost 11:30. She deposited the cleaning accessories in the small toilet room, then went outside to water the flowers on the driveway. What a surprise ! She came across Mr. Vigan waiting outside, his back to the wall. He'd just spent over an hour there, standing with his foot crossed against the wall. - What are you still doing here ? Don't tell me you've spent all this time in the hot sun ! - I wanted to give you these chocolates as a token of my gratitude. I wasn't going to stop at words, sorry. Go
The line had just been disconnected. Fèmi put down the phone and got up from the sofa. He turned off the TV and placed the remote control on the small table in front of him. His muscles were still aching. He went to the kitchen for a glass of water and then to his mother for some painkillers. He told her that he would receive a visit shortly, which surprised his mother a little. - Um, is it something special ? - No, Mummy, just a friend who's worried about me. I told her I'd be fine, but she insisted on coming round. - I think it'll relax you. You don't have to stay cooped up all the time. At the same time, the doorbell rang in the house, someone was outside. - I'll get the door. - No, leave it, I'll take care of it. You shouldn't move around too much. Madam Jasmine placed Vignilé, Fèmi's little sister, in her crib. She walked confidently to the entrance. She half-opened the door and inspected who was there. A young man
_________FLASHBACK_________ The first rays of the sun were spreading over the land, while the sky was displaying magnificent colors. Everything was perfect for a man with no worries at the moment, a magnificent start to the morning. It had been 2 months since Mr. Vigan had been out of the house, nor had he been in contact with sunlight. The last time he'd been out was to run a few quick errands for his provisions, after which he'd locked himself in his home. Taking slow steps, he finally reached the supermarket close to his home. He entered the supermarket and quickly browsed the pharmacy shelves to select some first-aid products. A supermarket employee noticed his hand tied with a piece of blood-soaked cloth. She noticed the sad, indifferent look on the man's face, and the sense of emptiness he made no effort to conceal. She felt compassion for him, even though Mr. Vigan didn't look at all presentable. Thick, bushy beards had almost filled
Shola didn't really have anything against Sègla, but she was torn between her loyalty and high regard for Fèmi, but also by the "still anonymous" relationship that was developing between her and Sègla. Sègla proved to be an accomplished artist, but also a seductive man with all the assets a woman could dream of. Still under the shock from what had happened to Fèmi, she dialed his number. He picked up after a few rings, his trembling voice betraying his pain. "Fèmi, is that you ? What's happened ?" Fèmi hesitated, then decided not to tell her right away how he'd ended up in such a dangerous situation. He didn't want to talk about the theft of his motorcycle, or his injuries. "Nothing, Shola, don't worry. I'm just tired from everything that's happened, that's all." But Shola could hear the distress and the depth of some pain in his voice. "Fèmi, I know you're not doing very well. I can understand you not wanting to talk to me about
"Miss, I'm still waiting for the file in my office," announced Shola's superior behind the phone line. He had just hung up. Shola was desperately rummaging through the files that lay on her table, in the drawers and even in the cupboards that were in the office. She was looking for a file she'd given to her boss a few days earlier, but that morning he denied having received it. The world was spinning out of control for her right now, yet she was sure she'd passed it on. It was her word against his, and she shouldn't be imposing on the boss. She just hoped she'd find the file at her office, and wished with all her heart she were wrong in thinking she'd already passed it on to her boss. The phone rang again, it was once more her boss Mr. Lawani. - Hello, did you find me the file ? - No, sir, I'm still looking for it. - Bring me a cappuccino with a little sugar, please. We've got to get ready for the meeting of just now, and time doesn't allow us to look for
It was around 11:20pm. Fèmi was lying on the floor in his street, his home just a few blocks away. He had been badly banged up, thank God it wasn't critical wounds. He was still taking his time to realize what had just happened when one of the neighborhood elders noticed him. Immediately, he ran to him and came to his assistance. Fèmi was bleeding from some wounds he had sustained. The young man carrying him finally managed to take him home. His mother went into a state of shock when she saw her son in such a state. It was a terrible blow for Fèmi. His father had died when he was 3. He was part of a large team of journalists. One day, returning from an assignment, he and his team had been involved in a traffic accident between a truck and their car. They were 5 of them on board, and Fèmi's father was the only one to die. The others were rushed to hospital and, as their injuries were not critical, they managed to escape with only minor after-effects. Fèmi's chil
Shola walked through the mess to join her sister across the room on the balcony. Adoukè was wearing white panties and a slightly transparent purple top. She had tied up her gorgeous hair and put on wireless headphones, sipping a bottle of Coke and contemplating the view of the city.- Shola: So, madam, a little show on the horizon ?- Adoukè: I forgot to subscribe to Canal+ Comédie.- Shola: I can offer you the Evasion+ package as earlier if you like.- Adoukè: Tchrummm ! Where have you been ? And who was that guy who dropped you off ?- Shola: Phew ! Give me a break, detective. Are you investigating me now? Adoukè didn't answer, just watched her sister slowly and steadily from head to toe. Shola was wearing a beautiful tight brown dress. It went very well with her caramel complexion. She had carefully arranged her braids and put in a butterfly-shaped accessory to keep them in that state and at the same time act as an embellishment. She wore her round glasses and held