Old Flame EP 7

​Someone is weaving a tangled web. Find out who. Happy Reading! 

Episode Seven

She was going to be late for choir rehearsal. How did she lose the document she was supposed to have submitted earlier that day? Ebika frowned heavily as she worked on a new document. Her boss had warned her not to leave the office until she turned in her document. She checked the time on the system and found out she had just fifteen minutes before choir rehearsal. She blew out air from her puffed cheeks. There was no way she was going to meet up. She was just on the first page, and she still had two more pages to go. 

She beat her fingers against her desk as her mind raced for ideas. She thought of calling Tolu but decided not to push too much. Their reunion was just a week old. They have spent it getting to know each other again. Phone calls and whatsapp chats were steady between them, but she was still taking things gradually. She would seem too eager if she called him to come pick her up. Her sure bet was to call Bina. Her eyes scrunched together when she thought of being in his car again, but she had no choice. Besides, that car had been her ride for a long while now. She would just have to manage it until Bina purchased a new one. She would make sure he did.

She picked up her phone and dialled his number. He picked up at the first ring.

“Hello, Ebika.” He called across the line.

“Hi, dear. I wonder when you will think of a sweet name to call me aside Ebika.” She said, her voice raised slightly in anger. 

He laughed a little. “I just like your name. What’s up?”

“I’m tied up with work at the office. It would take another thirty to forty minutes for me to be through. I have choir rehearsal and I don’t want to be too late. Could you pick me up in thirty minutes time?” She requested.

There was a pause for a few seconds before Bina spoke up. “Ebika, the car is still faulty. I’m presently with the mechanic. I don’t think it will be ready before that time.” He explained.

Ebika grimaced. “Why not just ask him how much you will get if you sell it?” she said, anger clouding her words.

Bina gasped. “Ebika!” 

“Well, since you can’t pick me, let’s just forget about it.” She didn’t wait for him to say anything else. She just ended the call. He called her back, but she ignored it. 

He is so unreliable! She fumed in anger. Her fingers trembled as she went back to typing again. When she wrote a sentence thrice, she took a break. She took a drink from her water bottle and inhaled deeply, fighting for composure. Few minutes after she went back to typing, her phone rang again. She allowed it ring for a few seconds before picking it up. The caller ID melted away her anger and filled her inside with excitement.

“Hey, girl.” Tolu said when she answered the phone.

“Wow, Tolu! So good to hear from you. I was just thinking about calling you.” She told him, flashing a gap-toothed smile.

“Then you should have called. You should never think before calling me because I’ll always answer you.” He told her. 

“Hmm… that’s sweet.” She replied, leaning against her chair. 

“Our spirits must be one because I called you when you were thinking about calling me. I hope the reasons are the same.” 

Ebika swirled around in her chair. “What’s your reason?” she asked, twisting her toes.

“I missed you, Ebika. I dropped messages for you on whatsapp, but you didn’t reply. I couldn’t let today go without talking to you. I want to see you, Ebika.” His tone was soft across the line.

Ebika giggled. “Our reasons are related. Well, I am tied up at work and I need assistance getting home.” She informed him.

“Don’t sweat it. I’m on my way right now. Just send me the address.”

She sat forward. “Really?”

“Ebika, I will do anything for you. You are special to me.”

“How I wish you had been willing to do that eight years ago.” The words dropped from her mouth before she could stop herself. Tears shone in her eyes. 

Bina sighed. “That’s why I want to make it up to you. Just let me. Let me start by picking you up and treating you to a nice evening.” 

“Okay then.” Ebika responded.

She texted her address to him and waited for his arrival. She forced down her tears. So what if there was eight years gap between them? What mattered now was their reunion and new friendship. The thought of spending the evening with him brought a joyful glow to her eyes. She smiled as she went back to work. The ideas she had been battling with before Tolu’s call flew into her head. Her zapped energy returned in full force. 

Ebika smiled as she looked at the almost completed work. Her boss would be definitely like her work, she was certain. It was better than what she wanted to turn in before. Her secret to the master piece before her was no other than Tolu.  He seemed to have the ability to put her in a good mood. Hmm… not just a good mood, but a great mood. 

When he got to her office, she was putting finishing touch to her work. He waited patiently for her and didn’t make a fuss about the extra time he was spending. She finished and sent the document to the Agency’s mail before printing it out. She kept it in a file and placed it in her drawer. She quickly tidied her desk and shut down her system. She got up and rubbed a hand over her rumpled skirt. She pushed back strands of hair that had fallen across her face while she worked. She wound them in the bun that sat in the middle of her head. When she was satisfied, she carried her back and went to meet Tolu at the reception.

His head was bent over the phone, but he looked up when he heard the tap-tap of her heels on the tiled floor. His face broke into a pleasant smile. He stood up and came to her. He gave her a light hug.

“Seeing you is like taking a deep breath of fresh air after a heated day. You’re so beautiful.” He said, his eyes going over her. Desire filled his eyes.

Ebika basked in his compliment. She liked what she could see in his eyes. She batted her eyelids at him. “You haven’t changed. You are still a hopeless romantic.” She teased, pushing his shoulder lightly.

He laughed heartily. “How can I, when I am with the one who brings that side of me?” He replied.

She shook her head, still smiling as they walked together to the car park. She stopped in her tracks when she saw the car he had come in.

“This is your car too?” She asked him, her words dripping with admiration. 

His eyes went to the parked Range Rover. “Of course.” He answered.

“What about the Lexus?” she asked.

“It’s parked at home. I didn’t feel like using it today.” He said with a shrug. “Let’s go.” He placed a hand around her waist and led her to the car.

While she placed the seatbelt across her body, she said to him, “You really have to tell me who you are now, Tolu.”

He chuckled as he ignited the car. “Let’s go somewhere nice to talk, then I’ll tell you what you want to know.” He told her.

“Okay.” She replied. Her eyes went over his body as he drove. She swallowed when she noticed the designer label on his blazer. Her knowledge of designer wristwatches was limited, but she could tell a real Rolex watch when she saw one; that was what Tolu had on. Her eyes went to her Romanian gold wristwatch. That was when she remembered her choir rehearsal. 

“Oh, my God! Tolu, I have choir rehearsal now.” She told him.

Tolu angled his head a little to look at her. “What time?” He asked.

She peered at her watch. “I’m forty-five minutes late.” She noted, sadly.

“Since you’re that late, why not just spend the time with me.” He suggested. “It’s just this evening Ebika, and I’ve been dying to have some time with you.” He added.

Ebika hesitated. She had not informed Doubara that she wouldn’t be around. What about Bina? Should she inform him of her outing? No way! She kicked against the idea within her. It was better not to say anything. It wasn’t likely he’d find out anyway. What would an evening with Tolu do? What would missing one rehearsal do? She’d just join the next rehearsal on Saturday. The rule was to attend at least one. She shrugged, I’ll spend this time with Tolu.

“It’s alright. I’ll spend the evening with you.” She said, smiling.

“Thank you, Ebika. It’s going to be a great evening. We’ll have fun and bridge the gap of eight years.” He told her, his eyes dancing with excitement.

“I can’t wait.” Ebika laughed. Her voice carried through the coming darkness as they drove down the express road.

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Old Flame EP 5

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Episode Five

Ebika stretched her taut muscles. She closed and opened her palms, flexing her numb fingers. Working as a copy editor for HiBooks Agency had its benefits, but it wasn’t all rosy. She had been typing since she got to work that morning. She checked her wristwatch and confirmed it was time for lunch break. She pushed back her chair and got up. Most of the booths around hers were empty, indicating that people had gone for lunch. She better join them.

She took the stairs down to the Agency’s cafeteria. She was hit by the sweet aroma of Banga soup when she stepped into the cafeteria. She sniffed the air with all pleasure. Banga soup will do this afternoon, she said within her. She sauntered to the serving point and requested for Banga soup and Starch. She picked a tray and took her lunch to the end of the room. Most tables in the room were occupied. People sat in groups to chat over lunch. Someone called to her to join them, but she politely declined. She needed to be all alone to enjoy her meal. Her regular seat kept her face to the wall, away from the eyes of her colleagues.

She placed her meal on the table and said a short prayer. She swallowed each morsel of starch with great pleasure. The fresh fish in the soup melted in her mouth as she enjoyed its sweet taste. She closed her eyes while she chewed. Nothing like good food, she muttered in delight. Her bleeping phone broke into her magical food moment. Her brows drew in a deep frown. She picked the phone and looked at the caller ID. The call was from her friend, Doubara.

“Doubie, how far?” She said when she picked the call. She licked the soup rolling down her fingers.

“Nothing much o. How is work going?” Doubara asked.

Ebika sighed. “The usual o: stressful. We’re on break now.” She replied.

“I called to inform you that I have sent the style for the choir uniform to your whatsapp. You can check it out and tell me what you think.” Doubara told her.

“Oh okay. I’ll turn on my data once I end the call, then I’ll get back to you.”

“Alright then. See you in church.”

“Yeah. Enjoy the rest of your day.” Ebika ended the call. She turned on her phone’s data and waited for it to connect. While it was connecting, she went back to enjoying her meal. Several notifications popped up when it was finally connected. She picked up the phone.

“Three hundred and forty five messages from whatsapp?” She groaned. “I’ll have to leave all these groups I was added to.” She scrolled through the messages, ignoring the group chats for personal chats. She saw the style Doubara had sent. The style was quiet simple: peplum top on straight skirt with a small cut at the side. She nodded her approval. She looked through her other personal chats and saw messages from Tolu. She sat up immediately and read through them.

Tolu: Hi, my dear. How is your day going? I hope it’s not like mine. I’ve been swarmed with work all morning, but you have been on my mind all through. I took a break a while ago to chat a little and when I refreshed my contacts, I saw you. I couldn’t resist dropping a message.

Ebika’s lips widened with a smile. She read the message again. She pushed the tray away from her and washed her hand. She picked up her phone and replied his chat.

Ebika: My day has been busy too. I’m just at the cafeteria taking lunch. Although, thoughts of you haven’t crossed my mind since I got to the office this morning.

His response came immediately.

Tolu: Ouch! That hurts, Ebika. I’m so unimportant that your work took precedence over me. That’s not fair.

Ebika laughed a little when she read his reply. She typed her response quickly.

Ebika: Well, you left me with no choice. I can’t be thinking about a stranger, you know.

Tolu: What if I don’t want to be a stranger anymore? What if I want to be as close to you as I was before?

Ebika: We’ll see about that.

She noticed the cafeteria was emptying. Her break was almost over.

Ebika: Back to work for me. Let’s chat later.

Tolu: Ok, but I mean what I said earlier about getting close to you.

Ebika: I’ll say it again: we’ll see about that, Tolu. Bye.

She ended the chat and finished the rest of her food. She went back to her booth in the office. All around hands flew over the keyboard of computer systems, trying to meet up the deadline of a magazine publication. Despite the urgency in the air, she couldn’t get back to work. She leaned against her chair and allowed thoughts of Tolu wash over her.

Eight years! Eight years after Creek Haven University. Where has Tolu been all these while? She ruminated. Why this strong connection between us despite the years gone by? Where are we heading to with this new friendship? Maybe I should tell him about Bina. Her eyes widened at that thought. She nodded slowly. He could also have someone. That thought caused a slight frown on her face. She shook her head. I’ll just take things gradually. There’s no need to rush. It’s not as if he proposed to me. We are only trying to build friendship again.

She sat forward and powered her system, getting set to work. As she typed in her staff password, a funny thought crossed her mind: What if Bina was not in the picture, and Tolu was willing, what would be her response?

 

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She met with Doubara later that day in church. She told her the style was good. While they were still talking about the material to use for the style, Bina joined them.

“Good evening, Sister Doubara.” He greeted.

Doubara smiled at him. “Good evening, Bro Bina.” She jabbed Ebika’s ribs playfully, winking at her.

Ebika didn’t smile. She folded her arms and looked away from Bina.

“Hello, Ebika.” Bina said to her, touching her elbow lightly.

“Let me discuss with the others, Ebika. We’ll talk later.” Doubara told her, retreating.

“Can we talk, Ebika?” Bina asked.

She kept silent for a while, but then she sighed. “Alright. Let’s talk outside.”

They walked out of the church’s main auditorium towards the children auditorium. They faced each other then.

“I know you are angry with me.” Bina stated.

“Good you know, Bina.” She muttered.

“Ebika, I’m sorry. You know I was on afternoon shift. There was no way I could have made the transfer. I called you very early this morning so we could find a way around it.” He explained, his eyes scrunched together in a pleading look.

“It’s okay.” Ebika told him, giving a shrug. “I was able to make the transfer, and Ere got mother’s drugs. She’s doing well.”

“Praise God!” He exclaimed in joy.

Ebika looked at him then. She noticed his worn polo and black trouser. Her eyes went to his loafers. It was the same loafers he wore all the time during evening service. Being a foot taller than him, she was able to look over his head. It was shaved completely. No strand of hair could be seen on his head. His head brought to mind a smooth tiled floor where one’s reflection could be seen. His rectangular face that showed his wide forehead, buttoned nose and full lips couldn’t really pass him as handsome. He could be said to be pleasant looking.

She shook herself. Why was she analysing his appearance like this? It wasn’t like she was noticing all these for the first time. Bina never kept any hair on his head because he was bald. She never complained before, but she was suddenly comparing it to a rich, dark, shiny afro someone kept. The image stuck to her mind even as she listened to Bina.

“I hope you remember my aunty’s dinner invite to us tomorrow evening.” He said. She nodded in response. “I’ll be on morning duty so I’ll come and pick you from the office.” He informed her.

“It’s okay. We could chat on whatsapp this night to discuss what we’ll wear.” She suggested.

Bina laughed. “The last time I was online was two weeks ago, and that was because I was on leave. Just wear what is nice, and I’ll do the same. Besides, we don’t want to send the wrong message to people by dressing alike.”

Ebika’s shoulders sagged in defeat. “I hope you wear something better than nice.” She said in a small voice.

He didn’t say anything to that. He just laughed again like she just said the best joke of the day. “Let me drop you at home.” He offered.

She agreed. She tried not to compare his old volvo to a certain Lexus R300.

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Old Flame EP 4

Welcome back, fam. Sorry for the delay. Enjoy episode four.

Episode Four

Ebika sat on her bed with legs crossed in front of her. She had her Bible in her hand and her devotional manual close to her. She flashed the passage of the Bible with her phone’s torchlight. When she was through with the passage, she picked up her manual and read from it. She closed her eyes afterwards and prayed. Just as she was rounding off the prayer, her phone rang. She ended her prayer and picked it up. Her eyes flashed in anger when she saw the caller ID. She dropped the phone back on the bed and placed her devotional manual and Bible on her bedside table.

She straightened her bed sheet and tucked it in properly. She picked up the yellow floral print dress she had chosen to wear to work that day and dropped it carefully on the bed. She picked out her silver peep-toed heels and dropped them at the foot of the bed. While she prepared to go take her bath, her phone started ringing again. She ignored it again and went to take her bath.

When she returned to the room, she checked her phone and realized Bina had called five more times. She erased the missed calls. “I am not ready to talk to you, Bina. I’m still hurting. I haven’t gotten over what you did yesterday.” She said to herself.

Thinking about the events of the previous day brought Tolu to her mind. Her face gleamed with smiles. She had finally seen her first love again after all these years. He was still as remarkable as ever. He needed no prodding to do what he was supposed to do. Just like when he had found out she had accommodation issues back in school and couldn’t afford to buy a bed space. He had willingly given up his place off campus for her and went to squat in the hostel with his friend.

She later discovered he paid for the place with the money he saved from his plumbing business in school. Her love and respect for him grew after that. Out of his nothing, he had given her something. Not for once did they fight. They had a way around all their disagreements. Their love blossomed so much that they were given the award of best couple in Creek Haven during SUG week.

She never imagined spending her life with someone else. But then, Tolu disappeared into thin air. She only received a call from him, informing her he was off to work as a seaman and the money involved would set him up pretty good. He told her not to worry as he would come back for her.

She sighed heavily. He never came back until yesterday. Days without him in school had been terrible. She couldn’t answer all the questions posed to her by friends, gossips and enemies. What kept her going initially were his calls once in a while, but it stopped after some months. She left Creek Haven with a broken heart. A heart that kept hurting until Bina came into her life.

Bina, charismatic, hardworking and God-fearing, had come into her life with his pleasant smile and simple nature and became a friend to her. She couldn’t remember if he proposed to her formally or when their friendship became love, but they had started something special. It was not the passionate love she shared with Tolu back then. It was just a steady love between two level-headed people faced with the realities of life. She liked their relationship but seeing Tolu yesterday, being in his company made her yearn for that fiery love she once had with him.

She threw her head back and rested her weight on her palms spread out on the bed. The butterflies had flown in her belly just being with Tolu for some time. Her heart had responded with great excitement. Maybe she could make a change in her relationship with Bina. They could fire things up a little. They could be more passionate and lively. It wouldn’t just be the usual: prayers,   Bible studies, planning and minimal show of love. Things would have to change.

With this resolve she got up from bed and started dressing up for work. She was just buckling her wristwatch around her wrist when her phone rang again. She groaned. “Why can’t you just get the message, Bina?” She picked up the phone from where it was on the bed with the intention of ending the call, but stopped herself when she saw it wasn’t Bina. It was Tolu.

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He waited with bated breath for her musical voice to fill his ears. He hoped it wasn’t too early to call, but he didn’t know her schedule. His wife was not in the room, giving him the privacy he needed for this call. He had turned restlessly in bed all through the night because of Ebika. At one point, he had gone to his study to look through his old photo albums. He had found just what he went there for – a picture he took with Ebika when she said yes to him. She had been laughing when the shot was taken. The photographer had captured every detail of their posture: her perfectly curved body resting in his arms and the look of awe on his face as he stared at her with all the love he felt.

He had stayed back in the study admiring the picture until the wee hours of the morning. That picture was hidden under his pillow. It must have found its rightful place, because he slept after he placed it under his pillow. His dreams had been filled with her. Once he heard his wife leave the room, he picked the phone to call her.

“Hello.” Her sweet voice floated across the line like cool evening breeze on a sweaty skin.  He heard the smile in her voice. His heart jumped in excitement. “Hi, my dear.” He replied, drawing himself up in bed. “How was your night?” he asked.

“Fine.” She answered. “And yours?”

“Fine too.” He pictured her still in bed. “Mine was filled with thoughts of you.”

“Oh, really?” She laughed.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t dream of me. I must have crossed your mind.” He teased.

“Of course you crossed my mind.” She answered.

“I’m so happy we met after all these years, Ebika. I hope we really keep in touch.”

“That depends on you, Tolu. You are the one who is good in disappearing.”

Her words caused his heart to ache. Sadness clouded his features. “I’m truly sorry about that, Ebika.” His words were spoken softly. He needed her to know how sorry he was to have left her back then. He didn’t hear her reply as his wife came into the room. “I’ll call you later. Have a great day.” He rushed on.

“You too.”

Once he heard her response, he ended the call and faced his wife who was looking at him like he had grown horns.

“What?” He asked her sharply.

She opened her mouth to speak, but she shook her head. “Never mind.” She moved to the in-built wardrobe in their room and started moving his clothes about.

Guilt washed over him, but he pushed it aside. He would not hurt Eladebi, but he would not stay away from Ebika.

“What are you looking for?” He asked her, his tone softening.

She turned teary eyes to him. “I don’t want us to be like this, my love. We have to let go of all offences. We’ve come a long way.” She came to knee in front of him. “Forgive all my wrongs, my husband. I just want us to be happy.”

He considered this for a few heartbeats, then he threw his legs off the bed and drew her to his chest. “It’s alright. I’m no longer angry with you. We’re fine.”

“Thank you, my love.” she smiled up at him with tears in her eyes.

He wiped them off and dropped a kiss on her forehead. “I love you.” He told her.

“I love you too,” She replied, wrapping her arms around his mid-section.

While he drove to his office that day, he told his heart to love Eladebi as much as she loved him. She never forced herself on him; not even when she became pregnant before their wedding and had to face disciplinary actions in church. He scratched his head. It was he who assured her of his undying love and promised to stand by her. She had been true to him ever since. But why was he having second thoughts. Could it be that his love for her was fizzling out? Every little thing irritated him now, and he wondered why he seemed so intolerant of her. Hmm… he sighed, his heart must have been preparing him for his meeting with Ebika. Ebika, the one he should have married.

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My Roman god

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The first time I met him, butterflies flew in my tommy. My innocent eyes twinkled with all pleasure. Oh, this new neighbour of ours looks just like a Roman god, I thought in my childish heart. His strong, angular face was so handsome. I kept smiling at him.

He flashed strong white teeth at me, and I was completely lost.

The mirror became my companion after that. My room became my runway. I posed this way and that, just to choose the right look for my Roman god.

Compliments rolled off him like raindrops on a rainy day. I couldn’t get enough of his praises.

Mama noticed. She saw my swaying hips when I walked. She saw the light in my eyes when he got back from work.

Mama cautioned me. “Finish your secondary school, dear child.”

My ears were deaf to her. I had the opportunity to be cherished and nurtured by my Roman god. I couldn’t give it up for anything. It didn’t matter to me that I was in my final class in secondary school.

My heart was lost to my Roman god. When he requested for my purity, I consented.

His request came with promises of marriage, a better life with all my heart desired. A life away from Mama’s watchful eyes, away from Papa’s belt for every wrong, and away from siblings trying to prove themselves to the world. I chose the world with my Roman god.

All too soon, I became sick in the morning. Mama gave me drugs with great suspicion in her eyes.

When my sickness in the morning continued for days, I had to stand before the doctor to listen to the consequence of the request I granted my Roman god.

The atmosphere became charged, and fireworks exploded in the house.

My cheek became a drum set as Papa landed slap after slap on it.

Hot tears found their way down my cheeks. My mouth trembled as I told them who was behind my sickness in the morning.

My Roman god stood before my family, head bent in shame and told the truth.

My things were arranged in a Ghana-must-go bag, and I was sent away with my Roman god.

The compliments stopped coming. The smiles refused to form. The face of my Roman god could rival the solidity of Olumo rock.

The beast became a Prince for Beauty, but my own Prince became a Beast.

I became the reason for every mistake. I became a good spot where anger could be unleashed.

Believe me, Soul Sister, his anger was unleashed regularly, and my little body took it all in pain and regret.

Along came our little one, and my Roman god softened like baby lotion. It remembered so until SHE came around.

She was the new employee in his office. He was drawn to her beauty and intelligence like bee to honey.

He sang her praises to my sad ears. He pointed her qualities that I could never have to my frustrated face.

Was I educated? Oh no.

Was I intelligent? Oh no.

Was I smart? The answer you know.

Was I experienced? Ah, Soul Sister, no.

What was my contribution to the family expenses? Zilch!

I swallowed the bitter taste of truth down my closed throat like Yoyo Bitters.

Seasons changed, and my life changed.

My Roman god packed my things into the same Ghana-must-go bag and sent me back to my father.

Papa would not accept me. He told me to go to my husband.

My Roman god told Papa he never asked for my hand in marriage. Nothing was legal between us.

Oh, what shame!

Papa spat on me and called me names that only a useless daughter like me deserved.

Seasons have changed again, Soul Sister, and baby is growing. My life is just taking shape, but I just heard my Roman god is getting married to the woman of his dreams.

My fingers are on my lips in regret as I write. The tears in my eyes are telling the tale of my shame. I stirred my love when it was not time.

Dear Soul Sister, what should I do? Do I have the right to stop the wedding? What would be my lot now?

 

 

 

 

I do or I don’t EP 9

We’re getting close to the end, friends. find out Kade’s  fate.

Episode Nine

“Stop right this minute, young man. Don’t you dare hit her again.” The voice ordered.

Priye’s raised fist came down gradually. His face lost the anger from moments ago. Kade stayed where she was on the ground, whimpering. He blinked in surprise like he wasn’t sure what she was doing there. He bent before her. She jerked away from him.

“Young man, step away from her now, or I will call the police.” The voice spoke again, more forceful than the first time.

Priye turned to the stranger. The owner of the voice turned out to be a woman. In the dim street light, he couldn’t make out her face properly. She was a foot shorter than he was, but he could tell she was not someone to joke with. Her stance was solid just like a military officer. She looked him straight in the eyes. She didn’t look a bit intimidated by him. “This is just a simple lovers’ tiff, madam, please don’t interfere.” He told her.

She didn’t answer him. She just walked straight to where Kade was on the ground. “Are you alright?” The woman asked in a soft tone.

Kade shook her head. Her hand went to her lower lip again. It was swollen. She gazed at Priye above the woman’s head, then she shook her head again. “I just want to go home.” She said in a shaky voice.

The woman nodded in understanding. “I’ll take you home. My car is just across the road. Can you walk?”

“I’ll try.” Kade replied.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help you.”

Pain sliced through Kade’s body as the woman supported her to her feet. She winced when the woman touched her right hand. The woman looked at her with concern. “My elbow hurts.” Kade told her.

The woman nodded again. “Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.” She assured her again in a tone laden with emotion.

They walked slowly past Priye, and they both ignored him. Kade didn’t turn to look at him. He went on his knees in front of them, blocking their path. “Please forgive me.” He wept. “I don’t know what got into me, Kade. Madam, don’t take her away. My life will be ruined without her. I love her with all my life. Let me take her home.” His tone was intense.

All through his plea Kade looked away, praying the woman wouldn’t fall for his tricks. She needn’t worry as the woman assumed her military stance again. “Young man, you need help. Go and see a psychiatrist. For this lady with me, you won’t come near her.” She led Kade around him.

Priye held Kade by the legs when they walked past, causing her to stumble. “Don’t leave me, Kade. We’ve been through a lot. We can settle this. You know I love you. I’m sorry.” He pleaded.

Kade shook her head and released a sound that was part cry, part exasperation. The woman saw her anguish and kicked off Priye’s hands. They said no more to Priye. He stayed right there calling out her name. Not for once did she look back. All that kept replaying in her mind was her near death experience minutes ago. What would have been her case if the woman hadn’t showed up?

The answer crept up her chest. A sickened feeling came over her as she realized she knew the answer all along. She had known what could happen each time Priye was in one of his moods. She just didn’t want to admit it. The choice before her was either to do or not to.

The choice is before Kade. I wonder what she’ll do for real this time. Don’t forget to share your thoughts and share with friends.

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I do or I don’t EP 8

Welcome back, friends, to another time with Kade and Priye after an amazing break. Enjoy this episode

Episode Eight

Kade was extremely pleased with Priye’s change. She stopped walking around him on tip toes. It was obvious a good thing was happening to them. Days rolled into weeks and weeks into a month, and they spent it all in love and joy. No insulting word passed between them. She didn’t use her balm anymore. Tari noticed the change too. She prayed for God to keep it that way.

Priye already won the heart of many in their courtship class. He asked intelligent questions and made insightful contributions. She was so proud of him. Questions were always directed at him. They were the super couple of the class. It made her look forward to each courtship class.

She smiled broadly as she prepared for yet another class. She pressed her perfume behind her ear lobes. She sprayed a little on her wrists and rubbed them together. She sniffed the air and liked the fragrance. She straightened the collar on her simple black lace top. The top was properly tucked into her white pleated skirt, flowing around her knees. Her fair face was lightly powered. She picked a red scarf from her wardrobe to match her red sandal. She wound it around her neck. She looked herself over and gave an approving smile. She looked good, and she liked it. Priye liked her looking extra good for their classes. She slung her bag over her shoulder and left for the venue.

She took the stairs to their class when she got to the church premises. Some couples were already around. She greeted them cheerfully, and they responded the same way.

Priye was late. She dialled his number, but he didn’t pick the call. She tried it two more times before the class started. Her eyes went to the door severally. She was a bit worried since he didn’t tell her he would be late. They were thirty minutes into the day’s lesson when he stepped in.

He found his way to her and took the seat beside her. It was a class rule for each couple to sit beside each other. If either of the partner got to the class before the other, then he or she must keep a seat for the late partner. That was what Kade did. What Priye did wrong was taking the seat without being told to by the presiding minister. That was another class rule. Once you were more than ten minutes late to class, you must stand until you were told to sit down by whoever was in charge. Priye didn’t do that. He got a sharp rebuke from the minister in charge.

“Young man, please stand up.” The minister told him. “You can’t come in here whenever you like and sit down.”

Priye’s face hardened. He pushed the chair back and went to rest against the wall without an apology. The minster regarded him for a few seconds before turning back to the lesson. Kade turned to look at him and saw his defiant stance. Her forehead glistened with sweat. She started praying within her. Her prayer point was simple: let all go well today.

She felt her taut muscles relaxing when the class continued in peace. Just when she was feeling totally relaxed, another issue came up. Priye turned off the industrial fan that was meant to make the class conducive.

The minister fixed him with a stern look. “Why did you switch off the fan?” He asked, setting his manual down.

“I couldn’t hear you.” Priye replied nonchalantly.

“Then you could have moved away from there.” The Minister told him.

“You asked me to stand, where do you expect me to go?” he stated in a rude tone.

Soft gasps echoed in the room. People started whispering all around the room. Kade placed her head on the table to hide her shame.

“Please leave this class. When you’re ready to learn, you come back.” The minister fired at him.

Priye hissed and walked straight out of the class without an apology. Kade prayed for the ground to open and swallow her up. This was her biggest embarrassment so far. She felt the pitiful stares of those around her. Even the minister looked at her with pity.

How she survived the rest of the class, she didn’t know. Once the class ended she took to her heels. She didn’t even look back when someone called to her that the minister wanted to see her. She would rather see him when she was not filled with so much shame.

She took the stairs in twos, flying away from her place of shame. It was dark when she got outside. The light evening breeze cooled her a little. She walked out of the church premises to wait for a cab by the roadside. Only a few persons moved on the road or stood waiting for cab like her.

She rubbed her left arm, feeling cold. Cars sped on the smooth road. None stopped. The trees around cast an eerie shadow on the dimly lit road. Just when she was thinking of walking away from the bus-stop to the filling station a few steps away, a car drove straight and parked in front of her. It was Priye.

He asked her in, and she did. He drove a few minutes away from the bus-stop, right past the filling station. He moved down to a more deserted part of the road and parked.

“Why did you stop?” She asked him, looking around. She saw no one around. Across the road was an estate and the gate was locked. Trees lined the side of the road where Priye parked. She swallowed the lump that formed in her throat.

Priye was not bothered by her discomfort. “Why didn’t you leave when I was sent out of the class, Kade?” He asked, scowling.

Kade looked at him like he had gone mad. “Why should I leave?” She replied in bewilderment.

Her answer did not please him. It seemed to fuel whatsoever was raging within him. “You say you love me, yet you allowed that man insult me like that. You couldn’t even say a word in my defence. When I was finally humiliated, you sat back to enjoy my humiliation, right?” He bawled at her, pinning her with angry eyes.

Kade shook her head. “This is madness, Priye, total madness.” She retorted. “When you realize what you did today, then we’ll talk. I’m going home to cool off.” She opened the door and stepped out. Priye stepped out at the same time and blocked her path. “Let me go, Priye. We are both not in the right frame of mind for a reasonable discussion.” She pushed him. He didn’t bulge. She turned the other way and fled. She wasn’t fast enough because Priye caught up with her easily. He grasped her shoulder. “You’re hurting me, Priye. Let me go please.” She said in a panicky tone.

Priye’s face was dark with fury. “You want to walk away from me because I have troubles? You won’t leave me.” He sent her flying to the ground with a backhand.

Kade landed on the hard ground with her right hand. Pain rippled through her. She tasted blood in her mouth. Her hand went to her lower lip. It was bleeding. Priye moved menacingly towards her where she was on the ground. She crawled away from him. “Please don’t do this, Priye. Don’t let the devil use you.” She begged.

He gave a wicked laugh. His face was twisted with hatred. Kade saw him clearly. She knew this was beyond the push, grasp and insults. Priye was mad. She looked around. No one was still around. The place was still as deserted as she observed minutes ago. Hope set in the next second when a car stopped in front of the estate gate. She didn’t mind that the wind would make it difficult for her to be heard. She would have to try her luck, instead of enduring Priye’s beating. She screamed out her lungs. “Help! Somebody Help!”

He saw the car too. He rushed to her quickly and picked her up like a heap of clothes. He landed a punch to her mid-section. She doubled over as the pain shot through her body. She started coughing. Priye bent over her. She steeled herself against his blow. It never came. Instead, a voice ordered him to stop.

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I do or I don’t EP 6

Welcome back, friends. Let’s find out what Kade is up to in this episode.

Episode Six

It was the second week since she reconciled with Priye, and they had not argued or quarreled over anything. It was a miracle. Kade laughed out loud when she ended her call with him on the last day of the second week. She jumped up and swirled around.

Tari rolled her eyes at her when she sat down. “Why the drama?” She asked.

Kade threw her hand over her friend’s shoulder. “Drama you say, I call it a miracle.” She replied. Tari crossed her arms and waited for her explanation. “Priye has changed.” She announced proudly.

Tari let out a mocking laughter. “Can a Leopard change his skin?” She said in a tone heavy with sarcasm. She quickly apologized when she saw the anger in Kade’s eyes. “I’m truly sorry, Kade. It’s just hard to believe.”

“Well, he has.” Kade told her. Her tone lost its cheerfulness. “He promised two weeks ago that he wouldn’t get angry again, and he has kept to his words.” Despite the disbelief in Tari’s eyes, Kade’s eyes danced with excitement again. “Last week, I thought he was going to get angry when I missed his call and didn’t call back; he didn’t, Tari. He called me instead, and informed me he wanted us to go see his aunty.” Her face radiated with joy as she spoke.

Tried as she might, Tari couldn’t get excited for her friend. She had witnessed a lot from the day Priye slapped Kade in her presence. He never apologized. She still did not know how they settled the issue back then. She was actually scared for her friend, especially now that they were about to start courtship. She hadn’t been able to shake off the dread that settled on her when Kade announced with all glee that they would be starting courtship classes in a few weeks. She couldn’t talk to anyone without being accused of jealousy. She let out a resigned sigh. All she could do was to pray for her. “Let’s pray it continues like this.” She said.

“Oh it will, definitely. I feel it strongly in my spirit. All is well between Priye and me.” Kade responded in a serious tone. She looked thoughtful for a while, then she shook her head. “Anyway, I’m going to meet with him later. What would you like me to get you?”

Tari shook her. “Nothing. I’m okay.”

“Let me go and change.” Kade jumped to her feet, humming as she went. “We’re going to do great, oh I’m so sure. Yeah!!!” she screamed.

She wasn’t so sure an hour later when she sat with Priye in a restaurant and her phone rang loudly. The smile on his face fizzled out immediately. She had broken another rule: phone must be on silence during outings.

“Oh I’m sorry, Priye. I forgot to put my phone on silence.” She quickly apologized, snatching her phone from the table. The caller ID caused her heart to thud against her ribcage. What a wrong time to call, Timi, she cried within her. She ended the call and put her phone on silence.

Priye studied her carefully. “Who was that?” He demanded, his tone taking a hard edge.

Oh no! Oh no! A tiny voice sang in her head. How would she get out of this mess? She looked around and realized an argument with Priye would be so embarrassing, considering the people around. The restaurant was packed full. People stood at the counter making purchase too. How would she walk out of the place if Priye ended up creating a scene? She mused. His voice snapped her out of her thought.

“Who called you just now, Kade?” He barked at her.

Kade turned to him. She tried to still her trembling heart. “You don’t know the person.” She said evasively, chewing on her lower lip.

Priye raised his eyes in mockery. “Oh really?” He said. Kade gave a small nod. “Let’s see about that. Let me have your phone.” He ordered. Kade held on to her phone like her life depended on it. “Kade, give it to me.” He warned. She didn’t release it. He pulled it from her shaky fingers. He scrolled through her call log. Anger burned like coal in his eyes when he raised them to her. Kade shut her eyes tightly, praying desperately for help in her heart. “You are so ungrateful.” He fired at her in a loathsome voice. “You are so shameless. I knelt before you and begged you to allow peace in our relationship. You accepted, but you have been making a fool of me.” He grasped her hands across the table.

“Please, please, Priye, I’m sorry. I only called him to apologize, but he never picked my calls. I never knew he would return the calls today.” Her eyes darted back and forth looking for a saviour. None was forth coming. Only a few spared them a glance before turning back to their own discussions. She took a deep breath. Let it be quickly over, Lord, she prayed.

“You called him to apologize? You insult me, Kade. You are so cheap.” He smashed her phone on the ground. The phone broke into several pieces. Several eyes turned to them and stayed there. Kade watched the horror movie playing out before her. He bent over and picked her sim cards. He raised them for her to see and then placed them on the table. He picked the knife from his plate of rice and used it to make marks on the sim cards. When he was sure the cards were damaged enough, he cut them into two, one after the other. She gasped in shock. Her hands flew to her mouth. “Let’s see how you will continue talking to your lover.” His mouth twisted in a sneer.

Kade remained in shock for a few seconds, but then she shook herself. Everything was real. Priye had just smashed her phone on the ground and destroyed her sim cards. People whispered around, their eyes on them. She went ballistic. “You are a beast, Priye, an animal.” She vented. She didn’t wait for his response. She snatched her bag from the table. “It’s over. You hear me, Priye, it is O-V-E-R, over!” she screamed with all her might.

With shoulders raised high, she walked out of the restaurant. She didn’t look back at Priye neither did she acknowledge those applauding her.

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