Friday, April 12, 2019

The eyes of love and hatred

Mark was trying to get through to Susan on the phone as he walked briskly to where they were meant to meet. With the phone glued to his right ear, a busy tone was all he could get as he wondered who could be on the other end of the line with this girlfriend this long.
An hour had gone by since they were meant to meet at the cafeteria, he was dead sure that by now, she would be pissed at him.
“Hi?” a girl said, as she walked up briskly beside Mark from his right side. She quickly wrapped her left arm around his right, simultaneously putting up a smile. There was confusion all over Mark’s face but it felt perfect. She moved in closer and whispered in his ear, “Please act like you know me.” He looked into her face; frowned, but the beautiful smile didn’t leave her face. By now, they had gotten to a tiny path on the road, he could now see about four guys gathered under the tent that was usually occupied by the lady who sold doughnuts. There, almost instantly, he put two and two together, figured out what was going on.
She kept talking whilst they walked as Mark played along with the fake conversation to the best of his abilities. As they walked past the tent, he could see some level of disappointment in the eyes of the men. He tried to double up his pace, but the girl pulled him back, slowed him down and tightened her grip on his arm. At the end of the small path was an old rusty gate; Mark opened the gate gently as he stylishly looked back towards the tent. The four guys were arguing, and just about the same time, looked in his direction. Suddenly, in their eyes was some renewed sense of determination. Just as he was about to drag the girl along with him in a dash for the main road, she laid her hands on his cheeks, pulled his face towards hers’ and kissed him passionately.
A few seconds went by, they disentangled and continued walking. Both silent, they only stopped when they got to the main road. The girl leaned on a sign-post on the side of the road that read ‘Speed Limit: 40 Km/Hr’. Subconsciously it now clicked; Mark had always thought that it quite was ridiculous for a University campus road, but that was the last thing on his mind right now.
“Do you mind telling me what all that was about?” he said with a quite disgruntled voice. She looked his way but didn’t say anything. He took a good look at her now, and noticed that her height and features were quite intimidating. He wondered why she needed his help earlier. He noticed she was still staring at him. As much as it freaked him out; he kept his eyes on hers. Just then, she stood upright and sighed.
“Thanks a lot for that.” she said with a smile.
“Well…its okay, but I’d still like to know what kind of trouble you are in. You know…”
“Sorry I had to kiss you.” she said with a frown, cutting Mark off… “You will surely feel as bad as I do later, trust me.” she continued in a barely audible voice.
“What? Oh! Nothing…I wasn’t talking to you.” She said, and started stroking her fingers in her hair. Mark looked around him and noticed no one had passed by since they had been standing there, and fear slowly crept into his mind again. He wondered why the girl was still standing there staring at him, and not running off to some place safer.
“Look…” he said, as he scratched his head. “I really need to get to my girlfriend, are you okay?”
“Oh! yea, I’m going that way.” she said, pointing towards the right side of the road. “I stay at Amina hall.”
“Okay. That’s not far from here. I’m actually going across the road to the cafeteria, are you sure you’ll be okay?”
“Yes.” she said, before turning around. Mark stood there, staring at her coke-body figure walking away from him, and he wished he could get to know her a little more. Just then, she looked back.
“I’ll be expecting your call.” she said, and hastened her pace.
How am I supposed to call you when I don’t even have your number, Mark thought to himself. “Hey, wait!!I don’t have your number.” he yelled, but she didn’t look back. She just kept on walking, till she got to the school chapel, and disappeared by the bend down the road.
He made his way uphill to the cafeteria. That part of the campus was now an old abandoned village. Many years ago, the inhabitants of the village had won many battles because of the advantage they had of seeing their enemies approaching from downhill, and having the upper hand when fighting them off from that elevation. But as time passed, and warfare became more complex, the village was finally conquered and pillaged by foreigners who wanted the area for selfish reasons.
Mark wiped the sweat off his brow as he walked into the cafeteria. It was always a tiresome walk up the hill, and he wondered if the school made it that way so people would eat less and study more. He saw Susan sitting at her usual spot, close to the Coca Cola Refrigerator, wearing one of her favorite polka dot gowns. She was talking on the phone, and she sounded really pissed.
“Hey Mark! How are you doing?” A familiar voice called out from behind him. He reluctantly turned around.
“I’m fine Abigail, how are you doing?” Abigail had been trying to get Mark to attend her church fellowship for a while now, and she just wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. She went on and on as usual, telling Mark how good things would become once he gave his life to Christ and started attending church regularly. When Mark noticed she wasn’t going to let him go easy this time, he decided to give in, and promised to attend her Church. A big smile appeared on her chubby face. She took down Mark’s phone number, and gave him about half a dozen Christian tracts. He collected them, slipped them in his right pocket.
Susan had just finished answering a call and was putting her phone in her purse as he approached her. She looked at him, hissed, picked up her purse and walked passed him. He pulled her back by the arm, and was about to apologize, but the look on her face made him let her go. Mark knew what his girlfriend was capable of doing when angry, and this was definitely not a good place for them to settle their drama. He leaned on the Coca-Cola refrigerator and pondered what to do next. He brought out the tracks Abigail had given him, and looked to make sure she was not looking in his direction before putting them on a chair next to him. Someone that needed it more than him would find them, he had thought to himself. Just then, another girl walked up to him, with a look on her face like he was supposed to do something. He stared at the bald headed girl, wondering where he knew her from. “Hello!!! I need to get a bottle of Coke, duh!” she finally said.
“Oh! Im so sorry”, Mark said, and moved out of the way.
He walked out of the cafeteria, but this time stood by the entrance. The view was another spectacle, and he could see the whole hostel area from that elevation. He looked towards the brown multiple storey building by the chapel, and wondered if he could spot the girl he had met earlier from the tiny dots of movements he could see from where he stood. His eyes hurt from focusing too long, so he stretched to relax. Whilst yawning uncontrollably, he felt something when he slipped his hand into his left pockets. He at first thought it had to be one of the tracts, but when he got it out from his pocket, he found out it was a sticky note with something scribbled on it. Just then, he noticed someone approaching him from his right side.
“Who was that girl you were talking to!!?” Susan barked out as she stood inches from his face.
“What?” He said, and quickly put the paper back in his pocket.
“I saw you talking to a girl; didn’t I? Who is she?”
“Abigail?” Mark replied, and laughed. “That’s the girl from my department, she…come on! You can’t possibly be getting mad over me talking to Abigail?”
“What are you talking about? I saw you…”She stopped mid-sentence as she was hyperventilating now. Mark stopped to think for a second, and realized who Susan was referring to, but he didn’t know how he was going to explain that situation to her. “Mark!” She shouted out.
“Hey! I’m sorry. I actually thought you were talking about Abigail.” Mark finished his sentence with a chuckle, and started walking towards his girlfriend. She put up a hand, and Mark knew what that meant, so he stopped approaching.
“So, who is she?”
“Susan, technically speaking, I don’t know her.”
“What are you talking about?” She said with a low menacing voice.
“Some guys were going to beat her up; she just used me for protection or something.”
Susan squeezed her face, and looked into space. “Susan, I swear, I don’t know the girl.”
“Call me when you get your facts right.” She said, and angrily walked out on Mark for a second time that day. He leaned on the barricade outside the cafeteria and watched her walk downhill. When she got to leveled ground, she looked up towards him and shook her head before walking off. Mark sighed, and reached into his pants pocket for his phone. His heart skipped a beat when he discovered his phone wasn’t there. He checked his pockets again and again, and then he pulled out the small sticky note he had noticed earlier. ‘Helen- 0802-7794635’ was written on it. Just then, it hit him.
Room number 006 was pasted on the door of the last room on the corner to the right, on the long dormitory corridor. He knocked on the door three times just as the girl had instructed him to do when they spoke on the phone. After a couple of seconds, he heard the door being unlocked from inside, but no one came forward. He looked to his right; there were girls going back and forth and all had strange stares on their faces. He was thinking of turning around and quietly walking away, but his phone really meant a lot to him. The girl was sitting on a neatly made bed, typing on her laptop as he walked into the room. She didn’t look up at him, so he just stood there in the middle of the room, wondering if he had walked into a trap. She finally looked up to him, “relax; take a seat.” she said and patted a portion of the bed. She had an Aiwa sound system opposite the bed, playing jazz music at a low volume. He looked at it as he sat on the bed as it reminded him of the one that had been in his Dad’s room when he was a teenager; it was an exact replica. He remembered always sneaking into his Dad’s room to play his favorite Hip Hop music on the player back in the day.
From the corner of his eyes, he noticed the girl had been staring at him, so he nervously sat upright. The strange thing was that she didn’t avert her eyes when he caught her staring, such that it made Mark uncomfortable.
“Can I just have my phone and be on my way.” Mark said. He had heard crazy stories of h---y University girls ganging up to rape boys, and he wondered if this was her plan. ‘She can’t rape me here’, he thought to himself. When looked at her again, he saw something in her eyes he couldn’t describe. It wasn’t desire; it was more like joy, and it left Mark confused. “Angela, I would really appreciate it if you would just hand over my phone, please.”
A frown appeared on the girl’s face, which was quickly replaced by a smile. She reached under her pillow and pulled out Mark’s Xperia X10.
“My name is Helen, not Angela.” She said as she handed Mark his phone.
“So sorry” he said.
“Those guys earlier were going to give you a real beating.” she said. Mark froze, and his attention shifted from the screen of his phone back to her.
“What are you talking about?” He asked looking all puzzled.
“I’m sure you’ve heard of the Dalmatians.”
“Well…I have heard a little about them” he replied.
“Those were their pimps.” she said in a most confident manner. “You must have offended one of the Dalmatians.”
“I don’t understand all you are talking about. I’ll be on my way if you don’t mind.” Mark said and started heading towards the door.
“Mark, wait.” She said in the softest pitch of her husky voice, and rushed to block him from leaving the room. Mark stood there stunned.
“How do you know my name? I don’t remember telling you.” Mark said, looking straight at her for answers.
“Mark; who knew you would be passing through that road path earlier today?” she asked, ignoring his question.
“No one; I was going to meet my girlfriend.”
“Okay then, your girlfriend knew. What’s her name?”
“You are kidding, right?” Mark said with a little laugh. “Are you trying to tell me my girlfriend set me up? That she’s in some sort of cult?” Mark stood there, shaking his head. “Why should I believe any of this bull crap?”
“Because…” she stopped mid sentence and headed over to the Aiwa. She bent down, and turned up the volume a few notches. She removed the scarf on her head as she walked to where he was standing. He stood there, staring at her lovely black hair, which fell down to her waist. “Mark, I’m the head of the Black Amazon cult. I know everything that happens on this campus before it does. Mark got weak in his knees and held on to the door handle for support. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing yet.
“So…what’s your girlfriend’s name?”
“Susan Jones.” Mark said, reluctantly.
Helen smiled before talking. “Mark, your girlfriend is one of the Dalmatians.”
“That’s impossible. Susan?’’ Mark said and laughed. “Your story is ludicrous.”
“Why? Because you think you know her?” Helen said, looking into Mark’s eyes. “Why do you think she wears all those white Polka dot dresses? You think she’s a big Disney fan?”
Mark was confused now. “How did you know that? How do you know…?”
“Don’t be naïve.” She said, cutting him off. “That’s how they identify themselves.”
Mark was lost in thought now. He was thinking of any incidence in the past that would give him a reason to believe that Susan was really a member of that cult, but he couldn’t find any. He looked up at the mystery girl again, and asides from the weird way she always looked at him, there was something else about her he couldn’t place. He had a feeling he had met the girl before, or seen her at a party recently. He went back to the thought of Susan being an actual cult member, and he just couldn’t come to terms with it. Even if she was in a cult, he couldn’t think of any reason why Susan would get guys to beat him up.
“They believe in Earthly punishment to ill-treatment of the vulnerable. You must have done something to offend Susan.”
Mark thought about the party he went to last Saturday, and he remembered getting drunk and having sex with Alicia Johnson in his car. But he didn’t think Susan would have found out about that. Besides, everyone lies about having slept with Alicia Johnson, because of how loose she was, so it would be hard for Susan to believe any rumors of him sleeping with her, he thought to himself. “But Susan would never do that to me.” Mark said out loud.
“She would be going against their laws, and there are consequences for that.”
Mark’s face was screwed up as he looked up at her. “Why did you help me?” It got Helen off guard, and she became speechless. After a couple of seconds of silence, Mark walked out of the room.
He saw his dad driving the Jaguar out as he drove into their street. He waved at Mark, and Mark bowed his head in greeting. He had been looking at his Dad differently lately, ever since he caught him at a park close to his school with another woman. He wasn’t mad at the fact that his dad was seeing another woman; he was just double pissed because she was a very much younger woman. He had watched them from afar for about half an hour, and they hadn’t spoken much, but as they held hands, he could see there was a lot of passion in their eyes.
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Thursday, April 11, 2019

The great Sade of All time(emotional story)

Sade opened her eyes which had been shot firmed for some minutes ago, she was relaxed, happiness filled her lungs, the atmosphere and countenance of people around confirms her prayers had been answered; she smiled satisfactorily. The priest ordered the congregation to have their seat. Sade sat amidst her choir team; indeed her prayers had been answered. She remembered what the good Lord said in the Holy Book that ‘when ye pray, believe it is answered’ she smiled again. Ronke saw the happiness that was written all over her friends, off course, she was seated beside her looking big in their choristers’ gown. She teased Sade, using her shoulder to hit her; that was when Sade’s gaze came back from its long viewing of Bola, the handsome guy who just joined the church some weeks back, in his early 30’s, he was alarmed and gait. Sade felt some genuine love for him on her first sight of him some weeks back, 3 weeks to be precise. Sade almost fell from her heels that faithful day when Bola was called out by the priest as among the first timers. He was charming. Her smiling and prayers this day had been for Bola just to like her because she was schooling her mind to approach the young man; of course she’s old enough to be married she’s 27 and also a working class lady all she prays for today was just for Bola to accept her and not see her as ‘cheap’.
“Sade this one you’re smiling this morning any good news?” Ronke had asked. Sade, again this time looking at the big picture of our Lord Jesus hanged on the wall of the gigantic church, she smiled again, she said “Ronke, just help me pray to him’ pointing her fingers to the picture of the good Lord ‘that my prayers should be answered, if it be so, there’s a reason to celebrate Ore mi”. Ronke found her words funny; she giggled not wanting to laugh loud. They were forced to stand at It was the turn of the choir for the next activity.
The service had barely ended after the grace had been said, Sade, quickly rushed inside the dressing-room to pull off her garment, she puts on her head tie ‘gele’, a little bit of make-up and rushed outside the church gate where her good friend Mummy Assam was selling snacks and drinks to exhausted passersby and members. Her gaze was fixed on the church’s main gate monitoring every human movement in and out of the entrance. Her heartbeat raced more as Bola’s steps were approaching her, he was clad in slim ironed white shirt and a black tuxedo trouser, and he looks perfect. Sade said the Lord’s Prayer before moving to his direction. She re-adjusted her blows and straightens her blue lace skirt lowering above her knees. Bola about to open his car’s door heard a sweet melodious voice gently called his name from behind “Mr. Bola” she called smoothly with a sheepish smile written over her face. ‘God he’s d--n handsome’ she concluded inwardly and pray he worth being a husband material “Hi, Hello” bola replied with a smile ‘yes! Thank God he smiled’ she said inwardly. “Hi, I’m Sade” she said stretching her hands. Bola took it to his for couple of seconds before releasing her hand. “You’re welcome Sade, am Bola” his voice not as jaw-breaking as she had expected, but his handsomeness has covered that up. “Nice meeting you, sorry, where are you headed I don’t mind a drop” she said with all boldness and seriousness. “The third avenue, your route?” he asked. The third avenue wasn’t her route but she needed that more moment with him “yes, my route please” they hoped in and drove off.
“Ah….. Mmm… Mr.… Bola” she said stammering. “Bola is nice, please, skip the Mr.” Bola said sarcastically. Sade smiled, she glanced at Bola whose gaze were fixed on the steering, he was sit tight on the wheels, his face beaming with smile. Sade, to him appears to be lively and fun to be with. She said some Lord’s Prayer before finally breaking out her everlasting words “Ahm… since the first day…” she breaks. ‘That’s not what I should talk about now’ she cautioned inwardly. “Ehn.. You want to say something?” Bola asked with all seriousness. Sade looked away ignoring his gaze, she wondered why she’s curious to say those words; this is what she had been praying for for weeks. “Yes, sorry, if I may ask, where do you stay?” she asked expectantly. “A Street on the third avenue”. “Hmmm” “and what about you?’ “Am keeping it” Bola laughed out loud, he’d never come across a lady like Sade before, she just full of fun. Bola turned the wheels to the right hand side of the road and almost ran to a car parked at the side of the drive way. “Gently” Sade tenderly warned. “Thanks mam” “hmm, skip the mam” they both smiled. ‘God what else should I say’ she asked rhetorically inwardly. “Sorry, can I” they both said at once, looking tenderly at each other for seconds before Sade swiftly move her gaze away. “Ham… You want to say something?” Bola asked sheepishly. “No, you also want to say something?” “No No”. silent filled the car for some seconds before Sade breaks the boredom. “I’ll soon be dropping now please can I have your card” Sade asked, forgetful that a lady don’t ask a guy for such. Bola opened his car drawers and brought out a piece out of the hundreds of wads of cards and handed it over to her. “Hmm” she intones after fixing her gaze tenderly on the card. “Anything the issue?” Bola asked sarcastically “No No, I… just felt people like you shouldn’t be a doctor, what fits you is the job of a comedian” laughter filled the atmosphere. “Really? And I never thought that way even though most people tells me so” “sorry, I will be dropping at the next junction, I have some stuff to buy” “hmm, alright” Sade Sang some hymns inwardly; Lord Jesus had answered her prayers. The long awaited lucky guy seems to have finally arrived, she was grateful. Bola halt the car at the junction he was told. Sade dropped and waved goodbye to him, Bola smiled back to her and wave some goodbyes hand to her before droving off.
A month had barely passed after their conjunction. It took Bola less than 96hours to found a new wife-to-be after many attempts on some losers. His life had found new meaning in Sade; he had found love, joy, happiness, peace and victory. Job had not been a problem for him; he’s well employed as a resident doctor at St’ Barnabas international hospital in the Lekki area of Lagos. Life had been moving well for him, his mother had told him millions of time to bring home a wife; he’s 32 and time is no more on his side. Finally his Mum could smile, Sade, he knew is the right person, the right mind and the right attitude. Sade is also a working class and God fearing Lady In her late 20’s, he had concluded in his heart that they are perfect-match for each other.
This Saturday, Bola had informed his mother that he has something special as a surprise for her. Sade had dressed smartly bringing about a well trained lady from home, she’d come very early this day because Bola had propose to drive them to his mother’s house. They’ve both gotten intoxicated with happiness; Sade had prayed all night long, she knew the good lord she serves will not let her down. “Shall we?” Bola asked with a broad smile waving his hands to the direction of the door. “Yes we can” Sade replied with that sigh of relief.
They had drove into the gigantic building, the gateman, whose smiles increased on seeing bola gave hundreds of greetings on their arrival, Bola had wriggled some naira notes in his hands and the later had said “Eh shey oh Oga, anty welcome oh” Sade had waved at him, naturally loving his genuinely. The maid had informed them that Bola’s mother will join them soon; Sade took the opportunity to say the Lord’s Prayer. The maid had asked Sade why she’s not taking her drink, when Bola had already gulped half of his flute. “Thanks, anty, I’m fine” Sade had said. The young maid smiled letting her know playfully that she is not ‘anty’. The later descending from the stairs looks African-natural-woman, in her early 60s; her first gaze on Sade ignited some inbuilt smile. Sade quickly rushed on her kneels greeting the old lady; she had raised her up in a warm embrace. Bola, greeted his mum, she had raised some praises on him, the ones that makes ones head swell like a yeast added to a dough, “welcome my dear, pele, Bola bawo ni?” “Am fine mum” he had said smiling changing his seat by seating at his mum’s side. The mother, who wouldn’t hide her happiness had hit the nails on the head, looking at Bola frantically; she had playfully teased him “Abi….” She had said dragging the word and stylishly looking at Bola’s eyes for the right answer. “Yes mum” Bola had replied, Sade out of shyness bends her heads smiling. “Come come come my dear, ah, come and sit beside me. Pele omo gidi” she praised Sade; Sade had this smile of a villager who had just been given a visa to travel to the U.S. “what’s the name oko mi?” “Anuoluwapo Afolasade ma” shyly she had replied “oh that’s a good name, which state are you from my dear?” she asked this time anxiously waiting for her response. “Ogun state ma, an indigene of odogbolu ma” “aah, tige tige” laughter and smile had lit up the atmosphere, Bola was just smiling all through, now his worries are over, the days of the losers are over. “What’s your profession my dear?” “Am a college teacher ma, currently teaching English language” “oh that’s lovely my dear, Pele, mummy ati daddy nko?” “They are fine ma, they are both doing well” “that’s good, Wo, oko mi, no need to long to see them, our meeting day will come soon like a groom waiting anxiously to pluck the virginity of his newly wedded virgin wife” they all smiled heartily. Sade had used the medium to prepare a sumptuous meal for her mother-in-law-to-be deliberately showing off her skill of a well trained lady.
Three weeks ago, the Anuoluwapos and the akanbis had met together in what is called “mo mi’n mo e” in Yoruba language; simply “introduction In English. The day had been eventful, the akanbis had come in packed house, except Mr. Akanbi senior, Bola’s dad whom death had summoned to his maker some donkey years ago. Bola’s families were all happy for him. The event was meant to be family to family event; friends, colleagues and foes of the duo had attended to grace the little event. Bola and family were accepted by the Anuoluwapos. Sade’s father had proudly told her daughter after the event had ended in their living room with much joy in his heart “Sade, you have brought joy to this family, we are so proud of you.” She had smiled and thanked her father; the mother also took her time to rain showers of blessings on her. The day had been a remarkable one in both Sade and Bola’s life.
Sade had been the trending topic at church, work place and every surrounding she found herself. Their wedding day is getting closer; she had been nervous all through these days. Her school’s proprietress, a woman, in her late 60s had encouraged her about the new-life-journey she’s about to embark on. “Waiting days will soon be over for you, shade” she had immensely told her “I pray the cap will fit you perfectly well” “Blissful days are reproaching, Sade, soon, you will pick this new cap. You will wear the cap. And by the grace of God, the cap will fit you well, Sade” Sade had been so grateful to the old lady thanking her profusely for words of courage and advice. Colleagues of Sade at work and friends were all waiting for this day to come. It’s been a blessing for her; getting married at 28 she was grateful to God, her prayers had been answered.
* * * * * * * * * *
Tomorrow is the day, the day Sade had been waiting for, and she had called Bola thousands of times today. She had been given a month break at work. Gentle breeze had rested on her beautiful baby-face bringing that sheepish smile like that of an Ega bird. The brides’ maids had come so early to Sade’s house to mend and tend her beauty for tomorrow. Text messages of all such had beeped on her phone giving her smile whenever she read them.
Bola had been boastful to his friends in their get-together last night. Laughter, songs, and merriments had flown between the folks. Bola was appreciative to his group of friends; the married ones among them had called him ‘Man’ and had in advance welcomed him to their league.
At church, the previous day, the about to wed couples had received a warm party from the youths of the church. Items of all such had been given to them in a humorous act dancing round them from toothpaste, to soaps, to turning stick and all wares of items had been joyfully given to them. In the choir, Sade had been shown love; prayers for a successful married life had been prayed for her. Ronke had teased her, she had told her that now her prayers had been answered and this is the time to celebrate.
* * * *
Interior decoration of the church had brought the atmosphere to the topmost. The big portrait of the sweet lord that hung on the bare wall of the church had brought the church to the imaginative of how beautiful heaven is. The congregation had been packed full of peoples in different native attires, the ushers had dressed gorgeously for this day. Laughter, giggles and murmuring had fill the auditorium. At the front of the podium were two huge-beautiful sofa chairs the one which were mostly decorated for kings but these were decorated for Bola and Sade.
The atmosphere had picked to its utmost when Bola and Sade had danced to the front seat. Sprinkles of strawberry hibiscus leafs had been sprinkled on them, songs and applaud and dances had been used to welcome them. When it was time for the couples to say ‘I Do’ the whole congregation had stood at attention listening carefully like one who’s expecting a call for a credit alert. “I DO” had been shared by the couples; Bola had gently slotted the golden ring into his wife’s finger like a hunter waiting patiently to target a glaring antelope. Showers of blessing had been rained on the couples. Gift items had been dropped; it was a perfect experience for the couples. Sade had dragged her husband to the dance floor; the sound dispensing from the speaker had brought rhythmic melody to the heart of the couples. Sade had been intoxicated with dance swinging her youthful waist all over her husbands’.
The couples had been escorted to the car that is to take them home, everyone had waved at them from friends, families, colleagues and the invitees; the local drummers with their gan-gan had drummed to their strength. Tears of joy dropped from Sade’s warm face as she waved goodbye at last to her parents and siblings. Now it is time for her to start her own blissful life, she had picked this cap and there are signs that this is a perfect one; Bola had tenderly told her this night holding her warm-tender skin lightly into her ears. “This is a beautiful thing”.
The End.
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