"It’s just for a year. I promise to remain chaste..." Ami assured her fiancé, unaware those words would shatter her world. Two days before her wedding, her uncle offers her a chance to transform her family’s future, an overseas trip to secure their survival after her father’s death. Torn between love and duty, and pressured by her grieving mother, Ami agrees, believing it to be a temporary sacrifice. But what if it was all a trap? What if Ami found herself trapped in a dilemma, forced to choose between surrendering her virginity or fulfilling her family’s dream? As her world crumbles around her, can she hold onto her vow of chastity? Will her fiancé wait for her or has her promise and sacrifice already cost her everything?
View MoreAmi's POV"Emergency!" my daughter shouted just seconds after answering John's call. How did I know something was wrong just by looking at her face? She stayed on the line, mostly listening, while John did most of the talking. The only words she managed to say were,"Okay!... Okay!" She kept nodding until the call ended, a minute that felt much longer to me."What did John say?" I asked, still standing close to Omosefe."John said there's an emergency, and both of us need to go to Lagos.""Lagos? What kind of emergency?" I asked immediately."He did not say," she replied, her eyes searching my face for a reaction. She hesitated, sensing my growing discomfort."He already booked flights for us from Benin City. It will not be a long trip," she added, trying to convince me."Omosefe, I cannot go with you," I said, turning away and heading to my bedroom. Lagos, of all places? The name alone popped up in my mind. I had sworn never to step foot there again, it would only dig up the pain I h
Chapter Forty-SevenOmosefe's PovThe shock from my mom’s reaction yesterday still lingers in my heart. I realized that parents are the only people who truly want the best for their children. My mom, whom I had always thought was negative about my relationships with men, surprised me with just one question."Omosefe, do you love John with all your heart?"I nodded at first, but she quickly said, "This is not about nodding. I need you to say it out loud.""Mom, I love him.""Does he have the qualities I have always told you a good man should have?""Yes, he does."She paused, her eyes fixed on me. Everything she said felt like a strict rule I had to follow."If you say you love him, then I wish you happiness in your relationship."It felt like a dream. My eyes widened. Was this really the same woman who always used her words and body language to criticize me? She did not mention the training I said I attended in Lagos or accuse me of lying. She let everything go. I rushed forward and h
Omosefe’s povThe first thing that crossed my mind was, 'What will I tell my mom?' Deep down, I wanted John to be the man of my dreams, and when he knelt before me, I didn't realize I was crying until I felt the tears on my cheeks. The joy of that moment was bigger than my fear of my mom."Yes... yes..." I remember stammering. It was the first time a man had ever kissed me. It felt like a jolt of electricity running through me. I couldn't tell if it was from the excitement of being with John or the fear of going against what my mom had always told me."Keep your virginity. No situation should make you lose it unless you've said, 'I do.'"As the plane began to descend into Benin City airport, my heart started pounding. I was sweating, even though the air inside the plane was cool.How would I tell my mom? Would she ever trust me again? She always seemed to know everything, like she could read my mind. She would accuse me of dating John secretly in the village and hiding it from her. Sh
Omosefe's POV"Mom, I don't know how to say this, but it's a great opportunity for me. I know you want the best for me.""Of course, I do. What's it?" Mom asked, her eyes moving back and forth between my face and the akara frying in hot oil.I hesitated, searching for the right words."What's so hard to say?" she pressed."Mom...""Yes?" Her tone demanded I go on."That construction company accepted me," I said quickly, just as I saw the flicker of excitement in her eyes."That's wonderful!""But... they accepted me for the logistics team, and after passing the interview, they noticed I only have a secondary school certificate."Her face stiffened. "But you passed the test. Isn't that what matters?""Yes, Mom. But because of my qualifications, they said I have to go for training in Lagos first.""Lagos? Why Lagos?""Mom... is something wrong?""Do you really not remember what I went through in Lagos?""Mom, it's just training. Once I pass, my salary will be almost the same as someone
Mr. Osagie's POVIt’s been so long since I last saw Solomon. Why hadn’t he come to visit me again? Even during our annual family meeting a few months ago, I reached out to him, but he still didn’t show up. Oddly, my brothers kept asking about him, the same brothers who once saw him as a parasite. I guess they’ve finally realized my friendship with Solomon is genuine.“Are you drinking your coffee or just afraid to put the cup to your lips?”My wife’s voice startled me, making the cup in my hand tremble.“You didn't even notice when I entered the room. What's on your mind?” she asked, stepping closer and sitting beside me as I sighed.“I was thinking about Solomon. Don’t you think it's strange he hasn’t been here for so long? The last time I called him, he said he wasn’t in Lagos.”She only shrugged, clearly uninterested.“Solomon has always been close to me, and I want him to be part of our celebration in the new house on Banana Island.”“Of all people, it’s Solomon you’re worried abo
Omosefe’s POV“The man gave you extra money. Don’t you know how to count anymore?” Mum said as I placed the twelve thousand naira on the table. We had just stepped into the house, almost two hours earlier than we usually finish our morning sales. The empty bread carton was still on my head, and I expected her to let me explain, but she kept talking.“Are you deaf?” Mum quickly grabbed the money from the table and counted it herself, wanting to be sure she wasn’t mistaken.“This is twelve thousand naira. He only bought goods worth eight thousand. Did you count the money when he gave it to you?”“I counted it,” I replied softly and placed the carton on the floor.“When did you start stealing? This isn’t how I raised you. Take the extra four thousand back to him now.” But I didn’t move.“Am I not talking to someone?” Mum stared at me, waiting for a response. Finally, I spoke.“The man said I should keep the money.”Mum’s eyes widened in shock. She stared at me for a long moment before as
John’s povI never took it seriously. I thought it was just a simple feeling, the urge to buy all the akara and bread from that beautiful young lady so she could go home and rest. It felt unfair that someone like her had to work so hard. My instincts kept pushing me to help, but I convinced myself it was nothing more than kindness.But when I didn’t see her for two days in a row, I realised it wasn’t just a passing feeling. I wasn’t myself. Something was missing, and it bothered me more than I expected.Each morning, I rushed to the construction site in my white corolla. My staff must have thought I was eager for work to start early, but that wasn’t the reason. I simply wanted to catch a glimpse of her. On the third day, when she still didn’t show up, I felt restless. I couldn’t shake the worry, and I knew I had to find out where she was.Following the directions given by one of my staff, I walked towards her mother’s place, where the akara was prepared. Every step I took was heavy wi
Ami’s pov 21 Years Later"Mum, where did you sleep that night?" my daughter, Omosefe, asked. Her eyes were dim with pain, and her expression was full of empathy."I didn't leave my father's house immediately," I replied softly. "I stood outside the front door after your grandma locked it. I thought she would open it later, but she never did. After about two hours, I left and went to Monica's house. She was so surprised to see us that night.""Did my grandma find out where you slept?" Omosefe asked. "She said she would be enemies with anyone who took you in.""Exactly," I said, a faint smile touching my lips. "Very early in the morning, Monica asked me to hurry back home, and I did. When I got to my father's house, I sat beside the door until the sun came up. Your grandma was the first person to open the door. When she saw me still sitting there, holding you close to my chest, she burst into tears. This time, they were tears of regret, tears for not letting me in.'You slept here wit
Ami’s povThe moment my feet touched the ground from the second bus to my village, a strange feeling fell on me. It was an awkward, heavy feeling that made me suddenly sad. Not because of my lost child only, but because I knew what the villagers would think. If I had come straight home when they saw me by the express road months ago, Odion would still be alive. I walked towards my house, driven by the thought of my baby boy. The shame I had tried to escape had cost me a life.I deliberately took the lonely road, the one at the far end of the village. I wanted to come home, but I didn’t want many villagers to see me. Though the sky was growing dark, each step I took made my heart pound harder. The closer I got, the heavier my breathing became. My baby girl rested on my back, and in my right hand, I clutched a bag of clothes. The only money I had left was a thousand naira, and I had been so quick to forget I’d spent some of it on two big loaves of bread.I was grateful that no one seeme
Prologue:“If we claim to love our elder brother so much, how could we leave him in such a state for so long? Just a few months ago, he turned forty-five. Forty-five years without…” Mr. James clenched his fists, gesturing as he spoke.““Enough of your nonsense. You hypocrite!” Johnson’s voice thundered through the sitting room, silencing James instantly. “You’re the one benefiting the most from Osagie, yet you dare accuse others of not caring about his condition? Why don’t you tell him the truth yourself? Why?”A heavy silence filled the room as everyone was stunned by Johnson's outburst. He had spoken in a manner that showed complete disregard for James and any sense of respect. All eyes turned to Johnson, his words hitting harder than anything said before. There were fourteen men and nine women sitting in James’ sitting room. The sitting room was well furnished with Osagie’s framed picture hung on the wall. It was a secret meeting, gathered solely to address Osagie’ family’s inabili...
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