♠I'm going down And you have watched me drown♠★"April, I am tired of this disrespectful and stupid, stubborn attitude of yours. So, you'll go back there, apologize to your director and do everything as perfect as it can ever be. Do you hear me?!" April winced, sticking her index into her ears in irritation. Her mum's voice was distressing to listen to coupled with how she had been hounding her for the past few minutes. She had obviously seen her terrible acting and the movie director admonishing her with a frown. "Fine alright! I've heard you and I'll try." she caved in a bit taken aback at herself for not throwing mean words at her mum. Her mum scoffed, " I don't want you trying. Just do what you're perfect in doing." She rolled her eyes back in resentment but it wasn't over yet. Mrs Waje still had the grand announcement to make and that surely would have been her sole reason for walking up to April and chiding her in her usual ear piercing strident tone. "You also have an
♠Love's my religion, But he was my faith.♠★Afterwards he told her as soon as he got discharged, he was going to Lagos to see his grand dad for the remaining part of the weekend, they both stayed up the rooftop, talking randomly until his mum came looking for him. His mum smiled warmly at her, pulling her into a gentle squeeze. Her hug felt warm, soft. Like the kind of hug Toby had always extended to her. It felt like home. She let her hands hang limply on the side. At first, in surprise like the look etched on Toby's face which eventually morphed into a smile when she slowly allowed her hands to circle around his mum's torso. "Thank you so much, Yara. You've been alot of help." his mum had started to say, pulling gently away from her.Yara smiled in return, "thank you, mrs Thompson. I got to spend time with Toby." she glanced at Toby who was leaning on the black SUV, he was scrolling through his phone this time."Oh about that, don't mention. Do you mind if I drop you home..."
♠If you make it to the water, He'll part the clouds.♠It was Monday.Bluebell's student week was starting today and Toby was sure not to attend. Not because he didn't want to, but because he had to go see his Grand dad today since his weekend relapse. Yara had stayed throughout the weekend. She had only put a call to Benny, telling her that she was going to stay for the weekend at his house. At first his mum had really worried about Yara's parents not comfortable with the ideas, but they never called back to ask or inquire about their daughter so she stopped worrying and became more relaxed with having Yara around.She couldn't cook neither Toby could but that was because he kinda still felt a bit weak, standing on his ten toes. Though, whenever he got the strength and they both tried to cook, they ended up burning the kitchen-figuratively. And afterwards, they ordered food. He packed a little of his clothes, his camera and a picture Yara had given him. She had given it to him as
♠My mind is a free fall, But there's nothing I can do, When it comes to you.♠★Lagos was a city of its own. Loud, energy filled, intriguing and tiresome. It was tiresome because They had literally successfully wasted two hours in traffic before pulling into an empty route leading to the outskirts of the state. Toby felt his tension spiralling within his chest at every mile the Uber covered and arriving finally at the gigantic silvery gate didn't help undo his nervousness. His mum peeked a glance at him, using her palms to caress his'. "You know," She started to say, "The first time your dad wanted me to come say hello to his parents, I nearly had a panic attack." She smiled forlornly blank at no one in particular, rubbing his fingers continuously,"His dad was one of the powerful chief judge in the country and his mum was just a replica of the word perfection: prim, courteous, beautiful,smart and nice. Little wonder why your dad was super amazing as you are—" She grinned, throw
♠You can't spell drama Without consonance♠♣Who else knew that someone as geeky as Seun was quite good at sending warm shivers through a girl's spine? Only that the recipient of the action isn't who we all think it is.By the way, doesn't recipient sound too formal?Anyway, the point is this. Seun was in a steamy making out session with someone who Sarah absolutely had no idea about rather peeking at them in shock.Interesting right?But it didn't seem that intresting to Sarah. Infact, it wasn't close to anything intriguing. Watching Seun wrap his hands around the torso of the so-female who was seated on a desk, in that abandoned classroom she and Toby shared, now with Yara though. Smooching passionately and letting her hands run through every part of his body.Sarah gulped. It didn't get better when she watched Seun pull away from his secret fling only to reveal the one person and last person she'd ever think about,Zaria Omah. She gasped, knocking the air out of her lungs. Fuck
♠I've been way through the jungle I've been crying with the wolves To get to you.♠•••"I can do this. I can do this..." She chanted, pacing about, "She's my schoolmate after all. Not like she'd kill me, right? Right?" She paused, pondering momentarily on the rhetorical question. If her confrontation wasn't going to be worth her death then why take the risk? Even so, certain things needed to be straightened out and she wasn't just going to sit by and watch it happen. Sarah thought. Resuming her incessant pacing about. Finally leaning against a pillar down the hallway that now had students trooping about while she tapped her feet slowly, mentally counting down seconds that felt like eternity. On cue, Zaria bounced out of the mini hall they had used for their students week meeting. Her phone wrapped around her hands while she occasionally reached at the earpod placed at the side of both ears. She slowed down on her gait, seeing Sarah fix a long stare at her. "Ooh, if it isn't mi
♠Hey stupid, I love you.♠★"Happy birthday Mr Thompson. Cheers to your new age, greater life ahead and more exploits to your handwork. I love you Dad." A light-skinned lady cheered, hoisting her champagne flute with the rest of everyone gathered to celebrate granddad. As everyone clapped, the spotlights fixated on grandad, he smiled brightly in a golden tuxedo, embracing the lady who wore a golden designed ball gown which floored around her when she walked and a pair of designed gloves. Granddad Irede had choosen the theme of his party to be a ball party so almost every lady appeared Inna ball gown and the men wore tux. Toby's mum had been the interior decor designer and had made sure the party looked simple yet exotic. Soft music emitted from the speakers as some people took to the down floor, slow dancing with their partners. Toby heard his phone chim out a notification that read: Party on Saturday night. You're invited. From April. P.S I still love you.He stared awhile at th
♠We are all tragedies, waiting to happen._Chisom EzeShe was used to the cold welcome the lush walls of her home welcomed her with, she was used to its emptiness the interior graced her feet with when she walked in. The warm feel of the air caressing her skin. She was used to it all. But today, All of it pricked her skin, pouring a solemn feeling all over her.Benny wasn't waiting by the door as usual and she found it odd. The cool air emitting from the air conditioner grazed her skin as usual, she pulled off her shoes, slipping her feet into a pair of fuzzy flip flops, upon raising her face up to see through the empty exuberant house, she stilled. Her frozen eyes drilled into the one person who happened to be a lady seated on a plush couch with legs crossed and eyes skimming a magazine. A glass of orange juice placed in front of the lady looked untouched. The woman adjusted the robes which she wore, then reached out to touch the her hair wrapped around like a crown before flippin