Princess smiled at the young man staring at her, he obviously did not realise that his mouth was slightly open, since this was the first time he was seeing her she would allow him feed his eyes.
She adjusted the cap on her head and tilted her head to an angle, if the guy wanted a show she was going to provide him with one.
She posed again with her legs in a funny fashion, from the corner of her eyes she could see Chuks laughing and shaking his head.
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What was she doing repositioning her cap and tilting her head like that? Was he looking like a photographer? When did the compound suddenly become a photo studio? And how on earth did she make her smile look like it was the most beautiful thing in the world, he heard Chuks laugh.
His brain cells suddenly became alert, if Chuks was laughing, then it meant she was playing with him, she had greeted him and instead of replying he was dumbstruck.
“Hi,” he finally replied.
She gave that killing smile again, who was this girl again?
“Don’t mind my sister, she is just playing with you, Princess meet Femi our neighbour, Femi meet Princess,” Chuks said while still laughing, Princess could be crazy when she chose to be.
“Nice meeting you Mr Femi” she replied.
“Please, Femi it is,” he corrected.
“Okay Femi, see you around then, Chuks I’m waiting outside the gate oh,” she informed Chuks and left.
“Wow, you have a pretty tomboy in your house.” Femi spoke.
“It runs in the family, he no easy make person fine now,” Chuks boasted.
“You dey use scope insult me abiii?” Femi joked
“Arghh! Abeg oh, who talk say you ugly? If I hear,” he laughed, “I’ll see you around tomorrow now, 6am oh” he informed, both men shook hands and Chuks left.
Femi returned to his flat, he went to his room and took off his tee, he just could not get the image of the beautiful lady he just met out of his head. It was as if his head took the photographs of her pose and her smile because they kept on replaying in his head.
Why was she dressed as a tomboy? Or maybe she was just in a crazy mood and then she decided to try out the tomboy style.
Whatever her reason for dressing that way, he really wanted to meet her again.
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Osagie read the text message, it was probably the seventh time he was reading it. He could feel the love Sandra had expressed in a mere text. He realised he had taken it too far by misleading her totally, he felt sorry for her, things would have been better had she not fallen in love with him.
He had to reply her text, he was still angry with her for disturbing his wonderful dream. He texted a reply that said he was fine, he avoided any love language in the message. The earlier he minimised his romantic behaviour, the better.
He was worried about Omoye, seeing her tears in his dream had made him feel bad and what did she mean by ‘he left her no choice’? He had to find his sweetheart, enough of this drama already.
He took his phone and dialled Rosie’s number, even if the girl was in Lagos there was no harm in trying to contact her.
She picked on the first ring,
“Hello, Rosie its Osagie,” he informed.
“I know, how levels now?” she greeted.
“ground no level oh,”
“why now, wetin happen?”
“Na your friend” he replied, he wondered if he was doing the right thing, Rosie was Omoye’s friend afterall.
“Wetin she do?” Rosie enquired.
“I’ve not seen her for some time now.” he would just fulfil the reason behind his call, even if it was not right.
“Haba, Osas how you wan see am?”
“Wetin that one mean now?” he asked, what was Rosie driving at?
“No be Lagos you dey, she dey Benin, so how the seeing wan happen?” she laughed.
He sighed, she did not know he was in Benin? Was it impossible for her not to know about Omoye’s whereabouts?
“I don land Benin yesterday and Omoye don pack her things even carry Victor go, abeg Rosie na God I take beg you, you know where them dey?” he pleaded.
“No ooo, ehn? She pack ke? Why she no informate me now?” she queried, it sounded ridiculous that Omoye would move out, but where could the girl possibly have gone?
“Rosie, na God I take beg you.” he continued begging.
“Osas, I serious I no know where Omo go oh, she no yarn me at all.” why would Omoye plan to move out and not even enlighten her, it was not as if she would have discouraged her, she felt bad that Omoye did not even seek her advice and now she was worried about her wellbeing.
“Rosie, I know say you go wan support your friend, but I need to know if she and Victor are safe.”
Osagie had resorted to speaking english, now this was serious.
“Osas, truth to God, I no know where she dey, infact the last time way I see or hear from Omo na when she come my place for Lagos.”
“What? Lagos?” Osagie shouted.
The thought of going to Omoye’s parents house scared the hell out of Osagie, things would have been easier if Omoye was happy with him.
At least he now knew the reason behind her attitude to him, this Sandra issue had totally complicated his life, he now had so many tasks.
He had to apologise to Omoye, he had to beg her parents. What if she had informed her parents? That would indicate that there was fire on the mountain. And besides he had to find a way to break up with Sandra.
He took his phone and dialled Omoye’s number, he would keep trying till luck decided to smile on him.
The attempt was futile as the operator informed him that the number was not reacheable.
He made a second attempt, this time he was lucky as the phone rang, he prayed she would pick up. Maybe today was not his lucky day, he sighed as he ended the call, she still was not picking his call.
He wanted her back, he had been foolish to make a mistake in Lagos and if he had the chance, he would rectify his mistakes, see what the quest to make quick wealth had done to his relationship.
He leaned back against the chair while resting his head, he would keep calling her till she picked the call.
“You abiii?” The man flogged him again.
“I’m sorry sir,” he begged while trying to rub his back where he was flogged.
The man did not stop but kept on flogging him, all his pleas, screams and cries fell on deaf ears. He was to weak to even stand and run away, the man kept flogging him with so much energy and gusto.
With each stroke that landed on his skin, Osagie thought his breath would disappear from him, but it seemed his body chose otherwise.
The man however kept flogging him, when the cane broke Osagie felt joy gladden his weak bones, at last the man would stop with the punishment.
But to his utter dismay, the man brought out a pistol,
“Since the cane is slow and ineffective. Let me just teach you a lesson you’ll never forget.” he said while corking the gun.
Osagie hid his face, “please sir, I beg you, forgive and forget. I’ll marry your daughter in the proper way, I’ll be a good son-in-law.”
He kept on begging and making promises, if Omoye’s father was bent on ending his life then he was truly dead. Was this how he was going to die? He had dreamt of the day he would walk down the aisle with Omoye. But things had fallen apart, every of his plans had totally shattered.
Where was Omoye? She should come and beg her father on his behalf, why was the man even wasting time to pull the trigger?
He looked up and saw that Omoye was kneeling before her father with tears in her eyes.
The man had then pocketed his gun and left, Osagie crawled towards Omoye and hugged her,
“Please, forgive me, I made a mistake and I’m sorry, please.” he kept on crying, she was not saying anything but the fact that she kept quiet and hugged him back was enough.
The ringtone of his phone woke him from his dream world, with the rate at which he was dreaming nowadays he would beat the record of Joseph the dreamer.
He looked at his phone, Omoye was calling, was he still dreaming or was he finally awake?
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“Dami?” Dare shouted, “Hanhan, what’s going on here? Why are you fighting your best friend?”
Dami just stood looking fierce, she used her hands to wipe away the saliva on her face. She had mixed feelings, a part of her was happy that brother Dare had come to her rescue while another part of her wished she had gotten extra time to beat Evelyn.
She looked at Evelyn who was packing her bags, silly girl she thought.
Dare looked at the two girls in front of him, he asked a question and none of them was providing an answer, why would Dami fight her best friend?
He walked up to Dami, “Dami what happened?”
Dami who had been acting strong suddenly burst into tears, how would she explain to her cousin.
Evelyn hurriedly took her bags and sandals and ran out of the sitting room.
Dami just kept on crying, Dare who was confused just simply embraced her, he did not know what transpired but he knew children and teenage fights resulted from nasty issues. Hopefully they would settle when the time came.
Tinu had then come into the picture when Evelyn and her mother kept on tormenting her.
She had no idea what Tinu had done to them but the problem of Evelyn troubling her had been settled.
That was the last time she saw Evelyn, the girl had transferred to another school months after and now she was back to torment her life.
She looked at Chinaza’s cousin who still had her head buried in a magazine.
Her phone started to ring again, it was still a private number.
She was infuriated, Evelyn seriously needed to free her.
“Evelyn, would you free me?” she shouted
“Ehn? Who is Evelyn?” the caller asked.
CULLED FROM STEFIKAL’S BLOG
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