“Ore whats the meaning of that?” she asked, why was he desperate to know about everything?
Ore scratched his hair, he did that when he was confused, nervous or when his emotional state was in a turmoil.

Why was she pushing him to this point? If he had his way he would have asked her out a long time ago but for the priorities he had set for himself and her personal decision to be without a boyfriend as well.

Could she not see how much he cared for her? How she was the one he would like to get married to in the near future if fate gave them chance, why was she punishing him by carrying her problems alone?

“Ore answer me now, what is the meaning of that statement? So you’re threatening me to share my problems with you or what?” she questioned.
“I’m sorry, I just lost my cool,” he said while still scratching his hair, “this isn’t you Dami, okay do you realise you forgot one of your earrings?”

She touched her left ear, the earring was intact. She made to touch the other earlobe and discovered he was right.
“And you could not tell me since,” she shouted, she removed the earring and kept it in a safe corner in her bag. Only God knew how many people had been giving her funny looks the whole time.

“How would I tell you, when seventy percent of the time, your mind is far away. Dami please I beg you or do you want me to kneel down.” he threatened.
“Kneel down? Please oh, its just that things are complicated Ore. I wish I could just tell everybody but I don’t know.” she sighed.

“Complicated? Does it have to do with a guy?” he asked, she had mentioned not having a boyfriend which was one of the reasons he hoped something would work between them someday.

“I wish,” she replied while slumping her shoulders and almost dropping her bags in the process.
“You wish? then is it a family thing.”

She was about to say something when he added, “See I respect your private life but sometimes when you talk about things it helps. And I promise to keep it a secret.”

“My family knows nothing about it, okay I’ll tell you but we’ve been standing on this spot for long. Let’s go to the lagoon front and you’ll know all you want to know.”

Ore heaved a sigh of relief, at least they were getting somewhere. He needed her to trust him even if it was just as a friend.
“Thank you, lets go.”

As they walked side by side, Ore kept guessing on what the issue could be, did she have an abortion by chance? Was she being threatened by a cult guy? Did she have a terminal disease?
He told his mind to keep shut, too many nollywood movies were taking their toll on him.

Dami on the other hand felt a little better, maybe Ore would be able to advise her on what to do. And if sharing her burden would really do her good, then she would just take that option and save herself some stress.


“Papa,” that was the only word her lips mouthed on sighting the man who had chased her out for years because of her teenage mistakes.

She had never regretted birthing Victor but she had always regretted destroying the relationship she had shared with her father.

He looked at the only offspring he produced sitting on the bed in his home, was he hallucinating? He had returned to see a female footwear outside the door, he had then wondered why Felicia was home by that time. Was she not suppose to be in her shop? Only to find his daughter in the room.

He dropped his briefcase rather carelessly on the floor and walked up to her.
Omoye watched as her father approached her, what was he going to do? Slap her? hit her? yell at her? She did not know what to make of his facial expression. She was about to go on her knees when she felt strong arms tighten around her, the tears she never knew were hanging had then chosen that moment to flow freely.

He hugged her tightly, Felicia had always suggested he make a move to get his daughter back but his pride had always gotten in the way. He had always convinced himself that she had been wrong and she ought to do the begging, he had held on to the belief that he had done absolutely nothing wrong hence he had nothing to apologize for.

He still hugged her tightly as though if he let go she would disappear from the room, the warm droplets that penetrated his shirt at the shoulder region made him realize she was crying.

Within him, he knew he was also crying just that the tears were not from his eyes but from his heart.

The undeniable truth was they had both been wrong but none of that mattered anymore, all that mattered was they would work on their relationship. He would be a better father and she would be his precious angel, the angel he had always been proud of before things had gone wrong.

From the corner of his eyes, he saw somebody sleeping on the floor, was that his grandson?
He pulled out of the embrace and walked towards the little boy who was asleep, he needed no confirmation.

As far as he knew, the boy sleeping right in front of him had all of his facial features except the nose.

Femi shook his head and sat down, Gbenga had it coming a long time ago ever since he decided to bless every lady he met with his third leg.
“So you want the baby but she doesn’t,” he said more of a statement rather than a question.
“Yes,” Gbenga replied while using his handkerchief to clean the beads of sweat forming on his face.
Princess looked at Chuks whose head was obeying the law of gravity, she could swear she had seen his eyes get wet and now he was quiet, what could be wrong?
“Chuks what do you have to say.” Femi said to Chuks who raised his head and shrugged.
His eyes were suddenly clear, she probably was seeing things.
“Princess?” Femi said, she got that as a cue to speak.
She had actually wanted to speak since but had kept quiet, since the invitation was here she would utilise the moment.
“Well, I think its a strange situation,” she started, “I mean usually the guy suggests abortion whereas the lady opposes.”
“Exactly!” Femi chipped in.
Gbenga looked at the young lady who was starting to pass her point across.
“The question is why do you want her to keep the baby?” she asked him, she understood the plight of the lady in question, why would the lady want to be pregnant for a guy whereas the guy would be free as a bird.
Inasmuch as she was not in support of abortion, she could not blame the lady for her decision.
“Why I want her to keep the baby?” Gbenga said to himself while standing and pacing around the room, he turned to face Princess “do you know the number of women who lose their lives during the process of carrying out an abortion?” he sighed, sat back on his seat and continued, “What if something happens to her? I’ve read that most women lose the chances of getting pregnant after that, what if something like that happens? I don’t want to risk it.” he stated.
Princess was not sure of a reply to give so she asked another question to make the situation clearer, “Is she your girlfriend?”
“No!” he snapped, “she’s been my very good friend since we were both in the polytechnic years ago, but at a point we became friends with benefits.”
“Ehn! Do people really do that ish?” Chuks queried out of surprise, his first input into the conversation.
“Well I guess we just heard it from the horses mouth.” Femi added.
Princess sighed, the guy was obviously in love with his friend and he was still oblivious of that fact.
“Have you told her you love her?” she asked.
“What? I never said I love her now,” Gbenga countered.
“Well its obvious, you are bothered about her well-being,” she defended.
“That does not mean I’m in love with her,” he remained adamant, it was not a crime to care about a friend, was it? But now that he thought of it, he did not see anything wrong with marrying Bukky, she was his ideal woman, intelligent, crazy, beautiful, bold and adventurous.
“You are so whipped man,” Femi said while hitting Gbenga hard on the shoulder, “You obviously like her or maybe it has developed into love, why become friends with benefits anyways?”
“You both need to come to an agreement, if you like her let her know, she needs to know Gbenga.” Princess concluded, she was feeling uncomfortable and needed to use the toilet.
She stood up and informed the guys she was leaving, Chuks stood and also bade his goodbyes while leaving Gbenga to ponder on what ever decision he had to make.
Sandra sat on her seat while turning on the air conditioner.
She had to admit M.I and Waje had really done a good job with that song, it was the perfect song to describe her situation with her man.
She had been singing the song ever since, it would probably be her love anthem henceforth. She brought out her phone and dialled Fola’s number.
He picked on the third ring,
“Hello Sweetie,” she smiled.
“Hi,” the response was undeniably cold.
She sensed that something was wrong, she wanted to know what the problem was but was scared to find out.
“Fola how are you?” she asked.
“I’m fine.”
What? He did not even bother to ask her how she was faring? Now something was really wrong and she was going to find out.
“Fola, is everything alright?” she knew the answer was no, but she hoped he would be honest with her and tell her what the problem was.
“Yes, everything is fine.” he replied, what was with the simple, cold and emotion dead replies?
She was almost crying, why could he not tell her what the problem was?
Was love not about sharing? Including sharing your problems and other issues. Why was he giving her the cold treatment as though she was an outsider? Was it because they had not spoken yesterday?
“Did I do something?” she asked.
“No Sandra, you did nothing.” he snapped.
“Then what is it? Is it your mother? Hope she is fine, the surgery, how did it go?” she could not find the words, did his mother die?
“My mother is dead.” he replied.
“What?” she shouted.


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