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MORENIKEJI.

Morenikeji-Episode 25

Written By Amah’s Heart. 

“I enjoyed every bit of it while it lasted…it was sweet that I wanted more and selfishly refused to let go of you. Every moment with you was memorable. i don’t know if you truly enjoyed anything but as for me, I had the best time. I’m glad you took this ride with me Phil…it was a long sweetest period I have ever experienced. But….here is the ring. I’m returning back to you because I don’t deserve it. I’m sorry for what I made you do or whatever I put you through. You probably hate me because of that. Like I said earlier I had the best moment with you… everyday, every hour and every second with you in it counts for me. I’m sorry for all the wrongs I did. Please forgive me for taking you for granted… you probably sees it that way but in my right senses…I never take anything about you for granted. I adore and respected you Phil. I made mistakes that I wasn’t supposed to make. You tolerated my excessive baggages and never judged or throw shades at me with my horrible past life. I can truly say you have loved me enough and the last hit was difficult for you to handle. I’m only human and I fall every now and then… I’m sorry for every emotional trauma you probably have to go through because of me…

I wiped a tear, cleared my voice and continued staring at the mirror trying to muster courage on how to face Phil and tell him everything I just said.

I tried to put my words in order so that I won’t make any mistake but my emotions always get the best of me.

I took pen and paper, wrote down everything I had wanted to say to his face.

I poured it all out in my letter to him.

I got an envelope and put the letter. I removed my engagement ring which I was very used to already.

I added it into the envelope before sealing it up.

I took a long cold bath. There was no appetit for food so I skipped it.

I wore my Luiston pants trouser with a purple camisol and lilac blazer. Wore a moderated heeled shoe, applied my normal makeup and my perfume oil, lunched my sun shade from my numerous collection.

I know Phil may probably be in the office by then.

Going to the house to wait for him may raise a dust or unwanted sympathy. I’m trying to avoid people like Ijeoma from taking their long awaited glory from my misfortune.

I was fully ready to let go and move on as usual and I don’t want anything that will discourage me from doing that. I want to hand the letter over to him and not to another person.

I don’t know if I can face him neither do I want my emotions to get the best of me again.

I have practiced with my standing mirror for days now and knew is now or never.

I picked up my hand bag and left.

When I got to his office, his personal secretary told me he was in a meeting.

I met two other people with one foreigner waiting for their turn.

I guess they will have to go in before me.

I sat at the reception very close to the secretary desk where I will get to see Phil’s office door very clearly

As I was waiting, I began to get emotional and scared.

I lost the courage that I once had from the house.

I wasn’t sure that I can face Phil.

I was still thinking of what to do when the door to his office opened and he came out laughing and talking with one black man in a grey suit with strange accent.

He was with a fine classic looking lady.

They exchange a hand shake, I noticed the lady was looking at him with smile plastered on her face but Phil was focused on the man speaking to him.

He suddenly noticed me from where I sat and quickly looked in my direction.

I bent my head, thank God for the shade.

After sometime, the man with his female partner left. I looked up and Phil was standing close to his office, staring at me.

Oh my God, he recognized me. I removed the shade and looked up at him

Our eyes met and glued for some seconds.

He looked at my ring finger which no longer holds the engagement ring. He frowned and I looked away.

My legs began to shake and despite the air conditioned office I was sweating.

He went back to his office and the intercom on the secretary desk rang.

She picked and I can only hear her saying “yes sir… okay sir.

She walked up to me and said with a smile that the boss will like to see me.

I couldn’t go, I can’t face Phil. I gave the letter to her and asked her to go straight to his office and give it to him.

She was insisting that her boss wanted to see me face to face but I told her I was running late for another appointment and need to go.

Phil maybe watching from his office monitoring camera. I saw where the CCTV was mounted.

I quickly left, took the elevator down and as I got out i was lucky to see a cab that took me home.

When I got home, I removed the shoes, jacket and pant trouser. I fell face down on my bed breathing hard and playing the whole scene in my head.

I sat up and hugged my pillow very close.

“… I’m sorry God, I can’t do this. Is far too difficult than I thought. You maybe disappointed in me, that’s okay because I’m equally disappointed in myself. I don’t know why Phil loves you this much and refused to bend to the general law on intimacy. He holds everything about you sacred and had fear for you. That’s weird for a man like him, who was born with silver spoon and swims in wealth. This kind of strong belief is mainly for the poor and low class. Home training and God fearing is majorly practice by the middle class, only few rich and powerful acknowledge you. They have money which is like an answered prayer for some of us on the low scale. Phil chose you and I’m glad he did anyway. Help my walk with you from this day forward…I want to discover and know you more. Search through my heart and remove anything that displeases you. Please permit me God…I have only one thing to do before my total new leaf. I need to see Luke one more time. After then… I will be fully ready to walk with you in total submission.

I sat for a long time fuming in anger and allowing the tears run down.

I can cry all I want after all I’m alone and nobody will know what I’m passing through.

Still wondered why I can’t have what I truly wanted. I knew how how much I tried to make sure Philip remains mine.

I guards our relationship jealously and did all I could to be good for him except in the part of getting intimate.

I thought along the line he will loosen up and bend but after five months, six months passed, I became uncomfortable.

I tried to seduce him, talk him into doing it but he finds a way to turn me down with the excuse of he wasn’t ready to displease God and please his flesh.

It was hard for somebody like me who has deeply drank from that cup and gotten used to it.

I still tried to endure and remain patient like Phil wanted but it becomes weighty. Anytime he was close all I think of is him making Love to me. Anytime he touches or kissed me my body yawns for more. I tried to control the urge even after meeting Luke and got entangled romantically. Luke was good with his fingers, I melt under his touch. His touch, kisses and caressed got me drooling. I wished it was Phil. But I needed to summon courage and stop myself before I regret it and Phil may never forgive me. it was truly unfair to do that to him.

For three days that Lukemon came around. All we did was almost the same thing and never crossed over to the other side. Luke wanted to, I even wanted it more but the fear and respect for Phil kept me bound.

I know I did stuffs with Luke that I have not yet been able to do with Phil, it could have led to sex but i stopped myself.

After Phil found out what I did, he was madly angry. I was able to stop him from leaving that night and almost thought he will finally make love to me.

We have kissed, and little caressed. He held my fake injured side and I totally forgot that I was supposed to be in pain.

I was enjoying his touch, his closeness and warm but he suddenly pause while still holding onto me and panting.

“Do you really want to do this? If you don’t feel right with it please don’t do it…but I… really need you Phil… please touch me a little more, maybe let it be just romance for few more minutes… I enjoys it when you touch me. Will you want that…?

I begged quietly while looking at his eyes.

He sighed and said.

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“I don’t know what I want at this moment. I can’t Keji, I will retire to the other room and spend the night there. I can’t do this…if I touch you again I won’t be able to overcome… resist you. Keji, You just messed up my head today. You are not truly feeling any pain… are you? I grabbed your side, the exact spot that you injured and you didn’t seem to wince in pain like earlier. Did you act all of that just to keep me here… And have me where you want… Keji… did you..?

I was speechless at first but later said.

“I’m sorry. I just can’t watch you go…I…I.. needed you to understand me and the reason I got involved with Luke. And it was because of how much I loved you made me not to have sex… with him. Phil, let it all go already, how many sins do you want to hold down my head now? I’m sorry…

He released me from his arms and quietly rose from the bed. He checked the time and it was 1am.

“I can’t still believe this was all your plot to keep me down after trying to guilt trap me. You almost made me fall out of my principles and into your trap as prey. Jesus Christ…! Keji…I believed you totally and thought you were truly in pain. Keji, you are just unbelievable…

He picked his stuffs and went to the next room.

At that moment, I was tired of running after him, tired of explaining myself, tired of saying that I was sorry. I was just tired of everything and have to resigned to my fate.

If he wants to go, he should go.

I know I have been mostly the only one messing up in this relationship and Philip has always overlooked my faults.

He was also tired of my mess. I’m full of mess and he doesn’t deserve somebody like me in his life. Phil is too principled, strict, smart and intelligent. Despite all of this he remains God fearing and caring.

We have attended church together, even though I was absent minded during the sermon, in the begining though but I began to focus whenever I look at Phil paying full attention.

I have seen him pray quietly, I have seen his journal and the verses and other things he wrote in there.

I have watched him try to talk to me about God but I always tell him that I know God enough.

He is obviously running his race and I’m equally running mine. We can’t be on the same lane because even the Bible said the race is not for the swift but is God who shows mercy.

I’m not good enough for him, he has probably realized it now.

.

Ever since he left that early morning before 6am, he haven’t visited.

He haven’t even called or respond to my messages well.

He will reply few words to my long message. Words like “Okay or “I’m busy” or I can’t talk now.

I have taken this long days to know exactly what I wanted to do.

Is not always about me or my selfishness.

Is to let Philip be the man he wants to be.

He was tired of me and my excesses. Who wouldn’t be? I’m also tired of myself too.

I’m not even fighting anymore, I just want to move on and resign to God and fate.

Whatever comes after won’t surprised me because I have seen enough in my lifetime.

Few days, i got ready. I applied little make up on my bare face, wore one of my crazy Jean with a blue polo shirt and a sneaker.

I took the already packed bag containing some of the items meant for Luke.

I really need to pay Lukemon a visit, my whole body yawn to see him maybe for this last time.

I took a cab and went straight to his store. Lucky enough he was around.

He looked up from his glass office and saw me approaching.

He started grinning

I walked in and went straight to him and gave him a heavy resounding slap.

He fell back into his chair with shock written all over him.

“Ke…ji.. what is the meaning of this?

I dumped the bag on his table, right in front of him and said.

“It means congratulations for your foolish and wicked act. congratulations Luke, your wide mouth had finally ruined me…

“I don’t understand what you are talking about Keji…?

He said confused.

“Well, I and Phil are no longer together, we have finally went our separate ways. Engagement broken off because of your careless and unsolicited words. You are a wicked man Luke and God will judge you for every pain you put me through. Remember the reason I broke up with you was due to your uncontrollable purging mouth. You accused me of stealing your jewelries and I told you the truth that I didn’t. You chose not to believe rather used this same mouth of yours to call me different demeaning names. You insulted my every existence and left me. When you later caught the culprit who happens to be your sales girl you came to apologise and wanted me to accept you back but how could I take back a man who did not only accused me wrongly for stealing but also abused me emotionally with his insults. I refused and moved on with my life only for you to resurface when my life was transformed for good, I was happy with the man I love who loved me too, Luke you stepped in and ruined it all. God will judge you that’s all I got to say. In this bag contains all the jewelries that Phil bought for me that day we came shopping and I added some others I had before… take them and give me money. I don’t need this luxury and I only talked Phil into coming here because I wanted you to leave me alone and not spoil the beautiful thing I have going for me. But you destroyed it again…no problem. All this jewelries are worth a million plus. Just give me 900k instead let me get out of here.

He opened the bag and looked into it, stare for some seconds before setting it aside.

“Listen Keji, I never meant for any of what happened to happen. I was kinda angry with you that day… your man obviously wanted to spend more but you kept stopping him. He could have gotten stuffs worth a million plus but you wouldn’t let him. at least for the ones that was bought which is about 800 plus I still smile. You are bringing up the past Keji, I thought you had forgiven? You said you have forgiven and the reason we can’t be together again is because you no longer feel the vibe in the relationship. I’m sorry for my past wrongs…I was only angry and due to the way you have been asking for those particular jewelries that’s worth a fortune and I refused giving it out I thought you were the one that took them. I felt very bad and I’m really sorry for accusing you wrongly and saying stuffs that hurt your feeling. Please, let it all go. I still love you Keji and…

I shunned him and asked of the money for the jewelry so that I can move.

“…I can’t give you 900k for this jewelries. That’s outrageous. That’s not how this business is done. I will take them for 400k without further bargain…

I was mad at the ridiculous price that he called but he wasn’t going to go up. He remains adamant even after I told him to bring 700k.

As I was zipping up the bag to leave he decided to add 50 to the price to make it 450k.

“I won’t even sell at 600k. Keep your money…I will take the jewelry to another store.

I left and did not pay attention to what he was saying.

I went to another big jewelry store but the manager wasn’t on seat.

I decided to go home.

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I took days and weeks to tour round and saw a better shop in a nice location. I paid immediately and asked them to commence work on it. The painting, carpentry work, the decorations and everything necessary that needed to make the shop outstanding I did.

I contacted different people to resume working on it.

I planned to travel to see my Mum and by the time I return i want every thing to be set.

The workers assured me that they will give me a great job.

I was around for few more days, monitoring the progress of the work.

I had a caretaker who will foresee things in my absence.

As I was packing my bag to travel the following day. Luke started calling, I refused to pick.

He later sent a message that he was offering 500k if I haven’t sold the jewelries yet. He will transfer the money straight to my account if I agree to the price.

I replied him that I wasn’t going to sell for 600k

But on a second thought, I needed all the money I can gather for my business.

I asked him to transfer 600k after which he will drive down to come and get the jewelries because I won’t waste another transportation coming down to his store.

He later drove down and when i opened the door for him, he quickly said to me that he saw Phil outside the gate.

He said Phil came with a sport car and was on phone when he walked past him and entered.

I ran outside to check but I didn’t see anyone.

Luke described the sport car and he was right. It fit into the description.

Phil probably saw Luke and quickly drove away. Why did I even run out to check for him? He can believe whatever he want to. I have resigned to pursue my dream and forget everything about him.

I’m really tired of men and their different problem.

Luke transferred five hundred and ninety thousand Naira into my account. It wasn’t even upto 600k we initially agreed but I accepted it and told him that he still owes me 10k.

I gave him the jewelries. He checked them one after the other.

He tries to talk to me about love but I opened the door and asked him to run ahead with his deceptive mouth.

I need to get back my life and self esteem again. I didn’t tell any of my friends what happened or any latest update from me.

They still thought that I and Phil were still an item, planning wedding.

I removed my sim card and put a new one.

I have the numbers of the workers renovating my shop and few other people’s number that is necessary.

I traveled very early the following morning

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MORENIKEJI.

Morenikeji-Episode 24

Written By Amah’s Heart. 

I stood looking at him.

“Yes, you said you had something to tell me? I have to leave office early and drive straight down to see you. You make it sound so serious and urgent… hope, you are not leaving me? You found a better guy and want to break up the engagement…I don’t know why this thinking occupied my mind… I’m scared. Hope is not what I’m thinking Keji? Please, don’t leave me. I know I can be annoying but I will work on my temperament and be a better man that you will be proud of… Keji, please? I have been scared all day after getting your several messages and calls on wanting to see me. Hope is not because of my refusal to touch you? Keji we are putting head together for our wedding. The plans is ongoing and soon enough you will have the very thing you have wanted badly and I will have you like I have desired… please? Just a little patient…I love you very much. my world is incomplete without you Keji…

I have sent several messages to Phil from early in the morning till noon telling him that I have something important to tell him which I can’t keep anymore. I was tired of keeping it to myself and need to tell him.

He probably misinterpreted it and thought I want to break up.

Which lady in her right mind will want to break up with a sweet loving man like Phil.

“I’m not leaving you Phil… never. is about Lukemon.

“Thanks goodness. I’m a bit relieved. that your friend, that sells jeweleries? Did he touched you inappropriate again….

His phone beeped. He checked and put it back

“He…h…e….

I stammered

His phone beeped again he checked and apologies.

“Maybe you should attend to your call or message first.

I thought I was ready, I thought I can fully confess like Uzo suggested that I do.

After telling Uzo of what transpired between I and Lukemon.

Uzo has advice I find a calm atmosphere and tell Phil. Because he won’t be happy if he finds out in the future.

Dammi said I shouldn’t. She has her good reasons though, I thought of buying into it but Uzo was right. Guilt is a silent killer. Even if I choose to endure the guilt feeling and pretend like nothing happen what if Lukemon decided to run his mouth as usual and what we did gets into Phil’s ear. How will I start explaining myself.

Uzo said whatever that will happen now should happen. Atleast I will be free from guilt.

The trust won’t be totally broken if I confess it.

For days I have been thinking of how to go about it until I made up my mind today and sent him a message followed with calls because if I don’t do it now I won’t be able to do it again.

But watching him standing before me makes all the fear to come rushing back.

“Is from the office. I have some expatriates waiting for me in the office. But I asked the manager to keep them busy I will be there soon. Keji, please speak… what did your friend do?

I told him to go and attend to his office people. Maybe later tonight or tomorrow I will tell him.

He kissed me and rushed out.

We have agreed in going for Lukemon’s jewelry store by weekend and I want to clear the air and the reason for that but I just couldn’t do it.

Even that night when Phil stopped by from work I told him that I was thinking of not going to do the shopping again due to expenses.

But Phil said I shouldn’t worry about it, if getting those things will make me happy then we should go.

He asked if that was all I wanted to tell him and I said yes.

He stayed a little before leaving.

We went to Luke’s store that weekend.

He was happy to see us and started running his mouth as usual, pointing out expensive stuffs only.

He was calling huge amount for each of the things he shows us.

If cares is not taking Phil may end up giving him a million cheque.

Even Phil was careful with the expenses and asked him to return back some but Luke wanted to sell his jewelries and tries to convince Phil to buy them.

He has seen a prospective client and thinks I will fold my arms and watch him drain Phil with his over hyped price

He showed us two stones worth four hundred thousand.

I asked him to return them, we have already picked items that’s almost five hundred thousand.

He frowned at the way I cautioned him.

Phil asked him to return one and keep the other.

He brought another expensive one again, still trying to convince Phil to buy it.

The amount was getting to almost a million bill.

I told him outrightly that we don’t need it.

Phil wrote cheque for the picked items which is almost nine hundred thousand.

Instead of Lukemon to be very happy he still wanted Phil to complete it a million.

I’m not even in need of the whole expensive stones I bought. But just to fulfill my own part of the bargain that I had with Luke I decided to convince Phil to get them.

And Luke remains ungrateful despite the whole amount we spent which is even so painful.

He thanked Phil for the patronage and followed us outside while running his mouth again.

“You really cherish your woman sir, for you to have gotten all of this means that you put her needs ahead of yours. Is a good thing sir. Keji likes nice things even while we were dating and I gave it to her and never denied her anything, including the bedroom rites… hahahaha you understand. She sometimes keeps me all day at home. Our sex life was top notch and she was satisfied to the brim. Keji can’t practice celibacy, not for so long anyway. You have done everything obviously except in that area. I almost thought you were impotent when I learnt of it. Hahahaha! I cares about Keji and knows when she is happy…she is just pretending to be hap…

“Luke, just shut up your mouth…

I said angrily. Phil turned and looked at me before carrying the bags in his hands to the car.

He got into the car and sat waiting for me to enter.

It was a very long silent drive back home.

Immediately we got inside, he dropped the bags on the chair and said.

“You were once in a relationship with Lukemon?

He said it calmly.

“Yea, he is my ex. Forget everything he said Phil. Lukemon is just enthusiastic because of the shopping…

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“You never told me he was your ex Keji. You kept saying he is your friend. When did you mention to him that you were on celibacy… that I wasn’t satisfying you like he used to and probably thinks I’m an impotent man? Was it the day he came visiting and stroke your bum or you have been seeing him before the event? Don’t go mute…answer me Keji…start talking.

He said, still calmly.

I guess is time to do a “by force confession”. This is what I have dreaded most. Here I stood face to face with an angry Phil who is trying to be calm.

“Luke called during my last birthday after many years. He later asked me to send address he wanted to visit and give me a birthday gift. I sent it and he was here with the gifts. Then we just went talking like old times sake. I unknowingly mentioned to him that we were not practising the intimacy part of love…. everything happened so fast and…

I paused.

He sat hard on a chair held his head in his hand.

He was breathing hard while his head remained bent.

I gently went to him, I know he won’t push me away

Immediately I touched him he rose from the chair and said with so much emotion in his voice.

“Don’t you dare touch me. I…i can’t believe you will do this to me Keji…? How could you. c’mon… with your ex? You had sex with him… For how long…?

He said still not looking at me

“No…no. no sex was involved. Just few touches and kisses. He came around like three times but I can swear it that we never had sex. I couldn’t do it Phil. I tried to tell you but I was afraid…

He picked up his car keys and held to the door but I blocked him.

“…Phil, please don’t do this… don’t leave. I’m very sorry. I know I shouldn’t have invited Lukemon, I know I shouldn’t have allowed him to touch me… there is a whole lot of things I shouldn’t have done. Please, forgive me… I’m begging you on my knee. Don’t leave like this…

“I only needed time Keji and I begged you to be patient. I never knew you were already throwing your self cheaply into your ex arm and talking shit behind my back. Making me look like fool by accommodating him and even take you shopping at his store….?

He bite his lips angrily. I remained silent begging him. He continued

“…i thought you truly love me, or was it the money you love? I did everything you asked of me so you won’t have reason to give another man a second look. I just wanted to please you by all means because I loved you…I loved you Keji…

“I know Phil and I love you too. Not because of the money or the gifts…I love you with my whole heart… for the good man that you are. I made another mistake and I’m really sorry… please…

He made another attempt to walk past but I stopped him.

“…I just couldn’t take it anymore Phil, You deprived me of sex and it was hard for me to adapt, I wasn’t used to adapting but i still tried for almost a year plus that we have been together. Celibating was hard for me but pleasing you was all I’m after. I didn’t have sex with Luke… I’m sorry for engaging in a romantic affair with him. I’m sorry for even mentioning to his hearing that you weren’t touching me… I’m sorry, so sorry for many things Phil. If you don’t want me, then I will totally understand that it was all my fault…

“Leave the way Keji…let me go.

I stood and was beginning to foam angrily for his lack of understanding.

“…fine, you want to go. That’s okay. You just wasted another year of my life doing a stupid experiment with your manhood. I’m not even angry at the wasted year I’m just angry that you never consider my feeling, you just bluntly refused to touch me with no reason at all only your fear of God and home training. I resisted another man’s advances, an ex for that matter and you refused to forgive me for only kissing him. Philip if I want to cheat on you, i will do it and you will never know but I chose not to. Forget about the money and your fine face you are plainly wicked…

He scoffed annoyingly and said calmly with a sarcastic smile.

“You did something wrong and still tries to guilt trip me? Wow! Does it mean that If we happen to get married Keji and I traveled out for months and probably a year is this how you will run into your ex arm because you are sex starved? I thought you are truly different, I thought I have finally found the one for me. You are talking about your wasted year, I wonder what you expect me to be talking about. Maybe my time, emotions, resources… you don’t obviously worth any of that. You can run back to your ex Keji tell him your impotent boyfriend… like two of you tagged me is no more obstructing the way..

He tries to leave and I moved aside. His body unknowingly hit mine.

I pretend to have fallen on the ground. As I slapped the floor hard making it seem like it was my body that hit the floor.

I screamed out, still pretending to be in pain.

“Philip has killed me oo. Ah ah… Philip ooo. You have broken my ribs…I can’t breathe well…I can’t breathe…

He suddenly stopped and stood few feet away looking at me confused.

My drama side was fully activated immediately I saw him standing and unknowing what to do.

He sighed loudly before coming to me. He bent over and tries to touch me.

” No, leave me alone. Leave me to die in peace… just be going to your house. You decided physical abuse me by hitting me with your body. No problem Philip Kanu, please don’t touch me… leave me alone and go like you were doing. My mother will never mourn over me oo. Oh, I can’t breathe..heyyyy!… Philip…. don’t touch me…

He didn’t even listen he tries to lift me from the ground.

“,It wasn’t intentional. Let me check it…

At that moment I wish there was truly a physical injury. I didn’t allow him to check anything as I continued with my drama.

He tries to lift me from the ground but I refused standing up.

I slapped and hit him to leave me alone to die.

He was truly broken from everything happening. The betray feeling of what I did with Luke and then me on the ground pretending to be in pain.

I started crying heavily.

I was truly bruised inside, if Phil leaves what will I do? Where will I start my life from again.

He doesn’t deserve this drama but I just can’t afford to loose a good man like him now.

Tears poured uncontrollable from my eyes as I held onto my side, pretending to be in a serious pain.

“I’m sorry Keji, maybe I should take you to the hospital. I didn’t intentionally do this… let’s go to the hospital.

“I’m not going to any hospital. Please be going… let me just die here because the pain is unbearable. Please go ooo. I never knew you can hurt me both emotional and physical…I didn’t know you are that type of man. Don’t touch me… don’t. My ribs are killing me badly…

He forcefully lifted me from the ground to the nearest armrest chair.

My cry turned into a whimper. He looked at me. All his ego was broken.

He was feeling sorry for me already.

He tries to touch my side but I screamed out so loud as if he just touched the most wounded part of my body.

He sighed heavily.

“, Please let me take you to the hospital.

I refused to oblige. He stood and went to the fridge came back with ice and started massaging my side gently.

I continued to flinch in pain.

“What do you want me to do…I don’t know. I…hmmm… I’m tired…. hmmm..

He said combing his hand into his head.

I told him to set a hot bath, I will massage myself in the bathroom.

He quickly did that.

I gently walked into the bathroom like somebody who is about to drop dead.

I locked the bathroom and sat on the bathtub .

He called out to me if I needed help, he said I really need to go to the hospital to avoid internal injuries.

Ignored him and wasted a whole lot of time bathing before stepping out.

It was already 10pm. He won’t be going back to his house today. I pray so.

I will do anything to keep my man and if this my drama will make him reconsider then I feel no guilt in it.

I wore one of my sexy nighty.

He lowered the room air condition before covering me up with a duvet as I lay on the bed with one arm on my side.

“If I feel worst by tomorrow, then I will go to the hospital… I’m exhausted from this pain.

I said gently as he supported by head with pillow and caressed my face gently.

“I’m sorry Keji, I didn’t even know when I did this. I was just angry…it was not my intention to hurt you or put you in a serious pain as this. If by morning you feel worst then we can go to the hospital please. Let me fix something hot for you to drink…?

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I just coiled up under the duvet pretending to be falling asleep.

He came back and tries to wake me up to take a cup of tea but I pretend to be deeply asleep.

He moved the duvet and gently tries to check where the fake pain was coming from but I flinched in pain again. I mourned quietly and he covered me back up.

I moved the duvet aside and stretched out my bare thigh so that he can see them closely and clearly.

He entered the bathroom, showered and came out in towel. He took one of the unisex robe he got for me and wore.

I watched him with one eyes which I opened a little.

He sat on a chair and put his head back, his eyes was shot.

I felt so sorry for him.

He looked towards me for a while and stood.

He sat beside the bed, touching my forehead while looking at my legs.

I still pretend to be asleep. He kissed my forehead gently before looking at my body all over with desires in his eyes.

He combed his hand into his hair before straightening up.

Phil, quietly climbed the bed beside me.

I smiled inwardly.

I gently crawled up to his side and used his hand as pillow.

My little drama was paving way finally. My man was lying beside me, staring at me like an idol. He kissed my lips fully.

I wonder what was going through his mind as he began to caressed my arm gently but steady.

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MORENIKEJI.

Morenikeji-Episode 22

Written By Amah’s Heart. 

Will you marry me… please?

He asked on his knees.

What is going on here? 

I walked in to a surprised gathering, I haven’t seen Phil for days and thought is better to stop by today and say hello.

Ever since I moved into my apartment, we speak more on phone and he came around ones and didn’t stay for long. 

He was begining to act cold towards me.

I don’t know what exactly is the problem but I try to be in my best behavior.

It was a Saturday and spending a cool weekend with my man won’t be a bad idea.

Since I promised to get him more birthday gifts, I took the gifts along with me just to surprise him.

I don’t know the reason for his sudden cold attitude towards me but I will try to spice things up. Make him laugh, take him out on a date if he doesn’t mind.

I know he has the money and has taken me out in the past to several dates before our love life went cold. I will take up the mantle and do the needful.

He hardly call or reply messages. Whenever I told him that I was coming around to see him he will tell me that he is either busy or not at home.

Today I will have to surprise him and find out what the problem is. He will get to tell me what I did wrong if there’s any at all. Except if he is just looking for an excuse to dump me. 

God, please don’t let it be what I’m thinking.

My birthday was three weeks ago and he did not remember or wish me a happy birthday. It was my first birthday with him and he didn’t even remember.

But during his own three months ago I was the first to wish him well and even promised him more gifts which I’m took along with me now.

He did nothing during mine.

Something was definitely wrong which I decided to go over today without invitation and talk it out.

I also want to surprise him with the things I got

As I got inside his house and saw the gathering of people I almost stepped back.

Phil never told me that he will be having a house party.

I saw his parents standing and cheering along with the rest of the people.

Philip didn’t inform me that his parents were back from London. Is over two weeks I stepped into this house due to he said that he will let me know when he is free for me to come around.

I was indeed surprised to see everyone. Ijeoma was standing and grinning from ear to ear. Stella had a straight face. She was neither looking happy or sad.

No one even noticed my presence as I entered and there he was on his knees.

“… will you marry me?

He pushed the ring forward and the diamond shun so bright.

I watched in a total shock as she covered her mouth and looked from Phil’s parents to the rest of the people gathered.

They were nodding and some where shouting that she should say yes.

She looked towards me and frowned before returning her look to Phil who was still on his knee.

She stretched out her hand with a nod and he put the ring in her finger. He stood and kissed her fully in the mouth while the crowd cheered loudly.

The items in my hands fell off in shock. “What is really going on here?, I asked no one in particular.

“Is engagement party that is going on… isn’t it very obvious…?

I turned and it was Ijeoma, standing beside me while laughing.

“… did i not tell you to enjoy your moment while it last because the real and recognized lady will soon take over. Hahahaha…look at Nenye, our Igbo bride. Isn’t she beautiful? You don’t need to answer that because jealousy and bitterness won’t let you agree… hahaha. Keji, onye ofe mmanu… who invited you here by the way? The boss was done with you immediately his main woman came in from UK with his parents. It was never in his intentions to marry you at all… you wish in your wildest dream. hahahaha. You are just used as an experiment while he wait for Nenye…our soon to be madam. I told you, I warned you that your charms will fail you and now they have. Isn’t it pathetic to think the only son of a business mogul, professor and one of the wealthy Igbo man will want to settle with a nobody like you. Shoes get size and your size is not here. Go and look for it elsewhere. You could have stick to your kitchen job and stop trying to sell your cheap self to our boss. Atleast he has helped your wretched life, go and enjoy all the money you got from him and leave him the hell alone. If you try to do nonsense or create scene here, the securities will bundle you out and you will never smell near here again…onye ofe mmanu. Hahahaha.. very soon you will be sixty years single and searching woman. Maybe one of your old tribal men may pity your miserable life and make you his seventh wife… my ofe mmanu sister hahahaha…

She laughed and walked away. I angrily went straight to where Phil was kissing and dancing with his supposed wife to be. She was waving her hand and showing off the ring on her finger.

I tapped Phil’s shoulder with tears running down my face.

He turned looked at me strangely like he has never met me.

“Why are you doing this to me, what did I ever do to deserve this shame and ridicule? Phil, why…?

I cried out as tears poured from my eyes as I continued to tap him.

His look was troubling, he was either trying to explain or say something when all of a sudden his woman, Nenye rushed towards me and pushed me hard. 

I lost my balance and fell to the floor.

Everyone burst out laughing at me on the ground.

As the engaged Nenye was coming towards me again, Phil tries to stop her but she pushed him aside and came to stand where I fell

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“You don’t belong here, go and settle in your class. Get lost…onye ofe mmanuuuuuu….

Suddenly, I looked up at her still in tears because her voice sounded so familiar.

Lo and behold it was Ijeoma standing over me with horns sprouting out of her forehead.

I screamed in fear and awaken.

I sat on my bed, breathing so loud like I ran a marathon.

It was all a dream. God! So it was only a bad night mare.

The dream looks and feels so real. Even after waking up I couldn’t just wave it off. 

Fear gripped me. I checked the time it was 4:21am in the morning.

I was afraid to sleep back. I remained awake until the full break of the day.

My phone rang while I was still in bed and it was Phil.

I became afraid to pick his call. When I finally picked he said.

“Good morning my love, happy birthday.

My night mare has almost disorganized me and my day. In the dream I have already had my birthday which Phil forgot to call or send message but in reality he was the first to wish me a happy birthday.

“…I’m coming to take you out and give you the best birthday treat.

“Thanks Phil. You really don’t have to, I don’t want to go to anywhere today. I want to remain indoor…

And that’s what I wanted.

“Are you sure Keji? You don’t sound alright…is there a problem? Don’t worry I’m coming over later. I’m coming to cheer you up… and to give you a birthday kiss..

After the call ended, I remained seated in my bed . thinking over my life.

Another birthday came and another year was added. Oh, 32years already. 

Why do time has to fly so fast. Why can’t it just take a break let me answer “Mrs” somebody first before it will come.

Phil’s birthday was almost three months before mine.

Phil is just three months older than. He knew and still doesn’t mind if I’m older or his older.

He said my age doesn’t count much to him, all that matters is being with the one he loves. he was still older than me with three months so we aren’t even agemate he teased me one-day.

When I knew his age, after his Dad told me while addressing me in the past, I wanted to hide mine away from him. I thought of reducing my age to 28years instead of telling him that i was thirty-one.

I thought is better he doesn’t know my actual age so it won’t discourage him towards me. 

He didn’t ask about my age for months, I was happy and I never mentioned it to his hearing. it was along the line I have to let the cat out of the bag by telling him the truth during one of our discussion. He finally got to know and didn’t count it as anything.

I’m not happy how time is not in my favor at all. I remember saying I wanted to get hooked at 30, get a serious man and get married.

Here I was at 32years still on my high dreams of getting married to my own Chike. 

Indeed, life is full of mystery.

And now with this discouraging dream I had, I don’t know what to do.

I don’t even know what to pray about or where to start my day from.

“God.. you already know today is my 32nd birthday. I know I’m not where I used to be, neither am I where I want to be. You have brought me this far and for that I’m grateful. I have list of stuffs I wanted to achieve at this age, my number one on the list is getting married to a nice man. I have dated alot of men in the past before Philip. My present man supersede them all. He humbled me and unknowingly made me a better person I’m deeply grateful for that but I have fears God. My fear is almost close to reality because of what you revealed in the dream last night. I don’t know if is the devil trying to put fear in me, I still don’t know if you are the one trying to warn me. I wish I’m very close to you, and have the power of discernment… God. I’m neither cold nor hot, I’m just there in the middle asking for your help. I don’t know exactly what to ask aside being a Mrs… please search through my heart and do to me as it pleases you but please don’t take Phil away from me because I might just die. In Jesus name I pray Amen.

Phil came around with some goodies for me. Different gifts wrapped in gift bags. I was thrilled but still not very happy.

“, What do you want me to do to make you happy… just mention it and it will be done. Anything Keji… do you want a car? A tour outside the country, maybe for a month..? Talk to me my love, what do you want…

“,I want you to make love to me. That will be the best birthday gift I desire from you.

He sighed heavily as his bright face change into a frown. He became quiet as he stare at nothing in particular. He was quiet, in deep thought.

“Uhmmm Keji! Okay…I will but it won’t be today. Still give me a little time.

“Today is my birthday Phil. I appreciate all this gifts you bought but the best gift you can give me today is what I just mentioned… Phil, I can’t wait anymore. I have tried to bend to your principles, is almost getting to a year, I guess is high time we get down to the main thing. What are your fears, am I not good enough…why can’t we make out in bed? I was a sexual active lady when you met me but I tried to be patient and abide to your rules. I know you are a good man and is hard to find a man so principles and disciplined like you. I’m just tired of waiting…

He took my hands into his and said.

“I’m sorry Keji. I just can’t do what you ask of me… not today. There’s a way that seems right to a man but the end is destruction. It may seem right in a man’s eyes but I grew up with the fear of God imbedded in me, Is not right in God’s eyes. I can’t please my flesh or you to displease God. Be patient with me and your whole wishes will come true. please Keji…

He said pleading.

“Yeah, same old story. No problem Phil. But who is Nenye?

He looked at me confused. The Lady in my dream her name is Nenye, she may truly be the one holding Phil back. He may later dump me. Ijeoma has mocked me and said a whole lot of things in that dream. I won’t open my eyes and watch soap enter them.

“What are you talking about Keji? Nenye??…who is Nenye?

He asked me back same question I asked him.

I can’t start narrating the whole dream to him, he may thinks I’m crazy.

“Never mind. Let’s forget it.

He try forcing me to say what I was talking about but I told him I was just messing with his head.

He stayed with me almost the whole day and later left.

I was arranging the whole gifts Philip bought for me when my phone rang. Unsaved number.

I picked up and the person started singing a birthday song to me.

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His voice sounds masculine and familiar as I try to guess.

The caller finally said.

“Hi Keji, longest time… Happy birthday my run away girlfriend. I just saw it on my old social media accounts. This is Lukemon. How are you doing… have really missed you…

Oh my goodness, Lukemon the jewelry dealer, my ex boyfriend.

I was happy to hear from him as we go talking and laughing. Bringing back old memories and what we shared together before a misunderstanding happened and I have to leave back then.

He apologized again for what happened in the past.

He wanted to know if I was already married but I told him I was still single but in a relationship though.

Lukemon wanted to come around the following day just to say hi.

At first I didn’t want tl him to but I later sent him an address because I saw nothing wrong with it.

He drove down the next day and we had a great chat in the fine apartment that Phil got for me.

Lukemon wasn’t as rich as before but he was okay. He even got me some birthday gifts. Jewelries and bottles of wine.

He asked me how serious was my present relationship and I told him we are serious enough.

We drank and laugh together, I opened up and told him how my present guy is a “no sex guy”. I have to wait until he is ready.

Lukemon laughed and said Phil was probably impotent. No sensible man will not get wet on setting eyes on me. That ever since he got in he has been trying to control his manhood from embarrassing him.

We laughed it out.

One thing led to another and we kissed, had a long romance in the sitting room floor. As we were about to take it to another level like I have so wished Phil will do, I stopped Lukemon.

I just couldn’t. It unfair if I do this to Phil but my body yawn so loudly at what Lukemon was offering.

I was almost out of breath with the hot romance we had but I gathered courage to say no.

I picked up my cloths from where I threw it.

“I can’t Luke, I just can’t…my boyfriend is a nice person. I can’t do this to him.

“,He won’t have to know. He is obviously impotent, not man enough to want you. You want me Keji… your body is saying differently while your mouth speaks differently. I have really missed you…so much. I wish to have you back. I’m willing to do anything Keji…

He was holding me from behind and kissing my neck and ear. I was seriously struggling to resist. It was very difficult. We had another round of crazy kissing but I stopped him again and asked him to leave.

He pleaded but I wasn’t ready to oblige.

Lukemon later left.

I sat on the ground wondering what I just did.

There was no penetration, that’s consoling but we did things I haven’t done with Phil.

Phil was always gentle whenever we kiss but with Lukemon it was crazy.

I wanted more but my conscience wouldn’t let me do it.

I try to act like nothing happened and kept it going.

Lukemon calls and texts me after then.

He came around twice but we only had few romance and I try to strongly avoid making out with him.

It was very hard but I still manage to say “no”

Three weeks later Phil took me out on a date.

He booked the entire lounged just for us.

As we sat together, sipping our wine, he brought out a tiny box and said.

“Please marry me….?

I looked around me, wondering if I’m really the one he was talking to.

…will you Keji? I have always wanted to do this for a very long time but one thing or the other kept obstructing. We are finally here and I felt is time to take our relationship to the next level. I love you dearly for being so patient with me. I can say I have made a better choice by choosing you… Keji, will you marry me?

I stare at him with the open small box in his hand that has the most beautiful crystal diamond ring I have ever seen. Almost the same type I saw in my dream.

He was sitting on a chair opposite me. A soft music by Phil Collins was playing in the background. I thought of Lukemon and guilt washed all over me

“…. does it looks odd because I’m not on my knee? My apologies Keji, I thought you won’t mind. Let me do that…

He stood, move back his chair and went on one knee.

“No… no.. Phil, it makes no difference to me whether you lie down or stand up. I’m just speechless on whaa…I mean you took me by surprise…I….will…I

He remained on his knees as I went on with my confused rant.

I pause and looked at him all over. 

He was in a wine color blazer, white Jamestown shirt, a chinos dark royal blue trouser, a swede cover black shoe with flower designs and a Rolex wristwatch.

This young man can sweep Ladies off their feet. 

He was looking dazzling in his appearance and all I have done all day was to stare in wonder.

He was too good to be true. Oh God, how could I have even allowed Lukemon to touch me.

I wish I knew what Phil was planing all this while.

I was just running out of patient due to the long delay. Why didn’t he tell me or give me sign?

Why didn’t he proposed on my birthday. I wouldn’t have allowed Lukemon to come over.

“… Keji…will you marry me?

He asked again. I can’t believe that he was asking me, a nobody like me to marry him.

“,Yes Phil. I will marry you…

Maybe I will keep whatever that happened between I and Lukemon a secret. I will ask him to stop calling, texting or coming around.

I’m finally going to be a “Mrs” not just ordinary one but “Mrs Kanu”.

God has finally answered my prayer.

I don’t know why I still have troubling feeling.

Is it better for me to confess to Phil about my love escapee with Lukemon or allow it to remain in the past, a secret?

I don’t want anything that will come between me and Philip. Not now or ever.

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MORENIKEJI.

Morenikeji-Episode 21

Written By Amah’s Heart. 

“I was very angry with you Keji…

He finally said after breakfast as we sat together in his private sitting room.

Is been 8 days ever since the incident.

This was another morning breakfast we both had together.

He refused me going back to my apartment. Phil said is not safe and his mind won’t be at rest if I go back.

He got another apartment for me in an estate close to his.

It wasn’t ready for me to move in yet so he asked me to stay with him until the apartment is fully set.

For the entire eight days straight that I have been here, I have made different attempt for Phil to go intimate with me but to no avail.

I sleep in the room next to his but he acts like I’m invisible.

Today, while sitting with him, i brought up the topic of how I miss my apartment and would have still be there if not for Bayo.

Phil who has not really scolded me over the entire incident decided to go back to it.

“… As much as I don’t want to go back to what happened but is worth talking about.

He became quiet as he stare at one of the wall paints hanging in his living room.

“I’m really sorry Phil. I never meant for any of that to happen… everything took me by surprise. Like Bayo showing up out of the blues and feeling so entitled to come into my apartment and straight to my kitchen after telling his cock and bull stories. I couldn’t think straight at that moment. I just did the only thing I thought was wise in my eyes…

He remains quiet as his eyes travel to an oil canvas hanging above the television.

He returns his eyes to the music show playing on the TV quietly.

He was not willing to talk as he remains quiet, I continued speaking.

“…I know my life is a mess, so complicated…i really don’t know why things doesn’t always go in my favor. I have so much baggages Phil…i didn’t choose, life just thrust me off and on. Ever since you step into my life is begins to have a meaning…I wouldn’t trade you for anything Phil. I really do appreciate everything you have done and still doing for me. You ha….

He looked at me and interrupted.

“Enough of me Keji, is not about me…is about you. Try to think before making decisions sometime. I mean what if Bayo overpowered you that night and hurt you, what if he succeeded in escaping…gone again with your money. What happened to your bank account that you decided to store such amount at home. I know you will probably say is for emergency reasons which is good and wise… yes, but Bayo could have gotten away with it for the second time, it would have been so foolish of you. My major anger is how you took risk… with a criminal in your apartment and you choose not to tell me. Just…what if something bad has happened to you Keji? I’m angry for different reasons but I have slept over it for days now and moving on but I do want you to know something Keji, we are in a relationship and every wrong decision you makes affect not only you but me too.

He paused, looked at me and back at the wall canvas.

I kept staring at his kissable lips, his pointed nose, his sexy eyes and fresh skin while he speaks.

I was sitting in a different cushion next to his. As I imagine different things in my head I couldn’t help but to start grinning from ear to ear.

I feel very lucky to have Philip.

He looked at me again and asked.

“…Did you get any of what I just said… I’m very serious with my words… this is no child’s play Keji. I wanted our dinner date to be one to remember but it was ruined due to the kind of wrong decisions you made and now I have to restrategies all over again…is not funny Keji. Stop looking at me all over and smiling to yourself. I can bet on what you are thinking but there’s time for everything…

I straightened and apologies.

“Loosen up Phil, I’m sorry… really sorry. I promise it won’t happen again. Let bygones be bygones. I’m only smiling because you look so cute when you are angry…

He shakes his head pathetically while I went on laughing.

He focus on the television.

“You knew Bayo was lying right? How did you know?

I asked while standing and moving closer to him.

“I just knew. It was very obvious that he was lying. His words wasn’t making any sense to me… I’m not stupid to consider any element of truth in what he said.

I sat next to him and placed my hand on his lap daring him to kiss me.

But he was obviously not in the mood.

“Is that the only thing that made you think Bayo was lying…?

He turned and looked at me, curved a smile and said.

“I know what exactly you want to hear Keji. Okay… when he mentioned the size of my manhood…and how you complained of not getting satisfied because of the size… You know. If I was in a lighter mood I could have laugh it out but I wasn’t. We haven’t even go that deep… You obviously don’t know what I carry underpants except if you have a microscopic eyes to scan through. Let’s talk about something else Keji. My Dad called me this morning from London…him and my Mom will be going over to visit my uncle. Dad’s younger brother who is based there with his family…my kid sister will be going with them. She can’t get enough of having Dad and Mom aroun…

I interrupted immediately.

“That’s beautiful Phil. I’m glad that your parents are having a great time in London. I want us to return back to our old topic… when are we going to make love like normal couples in relationship do. For days now I have been trying to get you to notice that I’m a lady with need. I really want to know the size of your…stuff..

I pointed a finger where his chairman was relaxing.

He looked at me in a weird way. He probably thinks I’m crazy but I try to leave shyness aside and express myself in that area like I have always wanted to do.

We are more than six months in the relationship. I haven’t been in a relationship that I will stay more than two months with a man and not get laid.

Once I’m in a relationship one of the things I look forward to is the rumbling and cuddling in bed with my man.

Is mostly after a week of been in a relationship that the bedmating begins.

the highest I have stayed without getting to see the action part of my man in bed is two months because the guy in question was a fanatic chuchy type but he later succumb. He couldn’t stay anymore without touching me.

Isn’t love making part of the fun and glows in relationship?

I thought Phil will want to touch me same day we became an item.

We have known each other for way too long before officially going into a relationship. If he had wanted to get down with me same day I could have been happy.

But after few kisses he left. I kept hoping that he will ask but three months went by and he didn’t ask.

Yesterday made us six months and one week in the relationship and yet he doesn’t appear like one ready to take me to cloud nine.

Is a total different thing if I’m not in a relationship but I am with the cuties man alive.

The man that I have never stop fantasizing over, he was my prince charming even before he noticed me. I have desired him way too long before we are finally together.

Now that I have him, he is still restricting himself from me. It means that I don’t fully have him all.

What is the point of our togetherness when we can’t make out like normal people do.

Is love making only for married couple, since we are both adults, love each other what is holding us back again?

Philip does every thing for me but he has refused to receive his rightful reward from me.

I could have given him the satisfaction he needs in bed. Like he has never experienced before in his life.

I can’t hold it in anymore, I need more than just kissing and few touches here and there.

I’m a sexual active lady and there is no sin in boldly acclaiming to this.

I was only patient this months, waiting till the time Phil will be ready but the fine young man does not look like he will be ever ready soon.

Is high time to get him in the mood.

Maybe if I offer it to him he won’t have choice than to accept.

He is probably waiting for me to make the first move.

I kissed his cheeks before standing. He watched me move to the door and make sure it was securely locked.

I cat walked back to him, stood in his front and started unbuttoning my shirt.

“What are you doing?

He asked uncomfortably.

” Isn’t it obvious? I’m trying to seduce you of course. You are always too serious maybe is time to loosen up a bit Phil… let’s spice up our relationship.

I unbuttoned my shirt, threw it to the floor.

I stood with my bra and was about pulling down the short skirt that I wore when he pulled me to sit on his laps

“Who put this dirty ideas in your head? is it Bayo’s words that got you thinking about it or is what you always wanted to do…

“Is not Bayo’s words or anyone’s. I have always wanted you to make the move. I mean I have seen every other side of you except the intimacy part. I have imagined what it will look like Phil, I just can’t wait anymore. I need you to do it if you truly loves me…

He curved a smile as he looked at my well endowed breast still tucked inside the bra.

I was making progress and I can see desires in his eyes.

Exactly what I have wanted.

I lift up his head and kissed him fully on the mouth, he responded.

I carried his hand and placed on my breast, asking him to fondle it.

His hands remained frozen where I placed it.

I gently bite his ears and whispered he should unhooked the bra and do whatever he likes with the breast in his hand.

He didn’t unhook, I quickly did that for him as the whole thing poured into his hand

He moved his hand up and down my breast like a robot.

He later removed his hand and placed it on my waist.

I almost sighed out my frustrations.

I lowered my hands to his manhood. He flinched a little.

I continued the work, still making progress. He didn’t stop me.

I felt a budge and smile. It was a big one indeed but I still need more confirmation to ascertain what I was seeing under the trouser.

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I placed my hand on it, just as my hand make contact with it, he quickly removed my hand.

He pushed me aside, stood up and straightened.

When I thought that I was going to take him to a climax he just shifted me aside.

He gasped out before looking at me.

Not at my still bare breast, but fully in the face.

“We can’t always have what we want Keji. Even in freedom I’m still not free to do as I please. I’m bonded to purity, right parental upbringing, self discipline and fear of God Keji. Yes, I know I’m a full grown adult but that doesn’t qualify me to an immoral act. If I live as I please, I will have different women coming and going as they please. I might even have one baby mama somewhere by now if I live without fear of certain things. Me and you wouldn’t have happened, I could have included you in my used and dumped women list and I will have no guilt feeling over that. I choose not to be the happening guy or allow the world to placed me where they want. I’m well exposed, and move around with over exposed guys too but I’m not confirmed to their world. No one force me to do what I don’t want Keji. You will have to wait until I’m ready. I’m not running away, I see no reason for the rush. We’re just six months…not six years. Not having sex won’t kill any of us and having it won’t still add or reduce the way I feel about you. I don’t know if I make any sense to you… Please wear your clothes Keji let’s go out for a swim. You will feel better after a long swim…

He stood waiting for a disappointed me to get ready but all I did was to pick up my bra from the ground and held it in my hand. Still hoping that he will change his mind.

He walked into his room, leaving me alone

He later came out fully on his swimming suit with a towel hanging on his shoulder.

I was still holding my bra without making effort to wear them.

Instead of leaving me to suit myself, he dropped his white towel in a chair and came to me., Collected the bra from my hand, and tries to put it back on for me.

He was finding it difficult in hooking it.

“This thing seems more difficult than I thought. How do you ladies manage to hold it all in, I mean don’t you gets uncomfortable sometimes… I’m almost running out of breath just to put the first hook. Can you help me… please?

He left it, came to my front and bent over. He was obviously trying to cheer me up.

“…I really don’t know what you are thinking right now. But is better not be rejection because I didn’t reject you or your advances, i only want it to happen at the right time Keji. We will get to tear ourselves into pieces in bed if we want but not yet Keji. Your past relationships records probably did things differently than I. It obviously change your orientation about sex and love. I’m not trying to prove any point or to think I’m better off than anyone. I’m just me… I’m super free to do as like but I won’t abuse my freedom to please the entire corrupt minded human race. Stay with me and understand me wholly and you may get to see things in a different points of view.

“Are you a virgin… have you had any intimacy with a woman before?

I asked him. He stood up, picked up his towel and hanged it back on his shoulder again

“Mmmm… More..ni…keji. hope I got it right? You are quiet a handful. My virginity shouldn’t be another topic of discussion today… let’s talk about it next time my love. But be aware that my refusal to get intimate with you has nothing to do with whether i am a virgin or not. My decision to stay away from sexual intercourse is entirely my choice. Having said that… now can we go? Maybe you will get to tell me the meaning of your name…and the reason behind it if there’s any. C’mon Keji… brighten up let’s go.

I stood, flashed him a smile. Got dressed and we left.

He had a hand to my waist after glancing at my fingers.

“I will pick you up from your catering school on Friday and we can both drive out for a nice time. On Saturday, I want us to have another special dinner date…please try not to ruin this one. I really do want it to be very special just you and I with candle light and roses. Then by tomorrow which is Sunday we can both go over to Chike’s house. Let’s pay them a visit together…what do you think?

I agreed with a full smile.

He sure knows how to get me in a special way.

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Phil asked me to tell Ijeoma to bring drinks and whatever I will like to chew by the pool.

He stood waiting for me while I went to the kitchen

After informing Ijeoma, I turned to leave. she said to me.

“This is your moment, but remember it won’t last. You’re just among many other ladies the boss has used and dumped in the past. He’s rich, handsome and well connected so is only normal for ladies like you to want to flock around him like bee. Make good use of your time because the end is near and I will be here when you will come crying blood and I will have the last laugh. The only thing you will ever be to him is a mere girlfriend. The boss is careful with women… especially gold diggers like you so that you don’t trap him with pregnancy. He is an igbo man, his wisdom is follow come…it runs in the blood. You will grow old if you are waiting for him to marry you…it will never happen. The boss has a woman, whom he loves dearly. Amara is his childhood friend that they grew fond of each other and thought it will lead to marriage. But there’s another lady that he doesn’t joke with. You don’t know about her because you aren’t important… even his parents knows about this lady because she is the one they approve for their son. You are just a passer-by. Your presence doesn’t count onye ofe mmanu. Go and get your own Yoruba man and leave our Igbo finest alone. He will never be yours… try everything you can. The boss belongs to another. Okay..bye bye, gaa kwaazie ndi yard unu. (Go and tell your yard people)

I try to smile even in the means of the troubling news Ijeoma gave.

Phil will be waiting for me but I need to give Ijeoma a piece of my heart before leaving

I said to her angrily

“When your boss decide to make me his Queen for life, one of the first thing that i will do is to fire you…i promise you Ijeoma. I will fire you immediately for being a pain in my neck. And be certain that it will happen because very soon I will be pregnant for your boss. He’s a big cat fish, I know his worth without being told. As a smart babe that I am I won’t let him slip off my fingers just like tha….

“What are you talking about Keji? So, I’m a big cat fish… really?

It was Phil. I’m in serious shit.

I swallowed hard and didn’t bother turning immediately.

Ijeoma began to smile mischievously.

She grabbed her opportunity and began to say both the ones I said and what I never said.

Phil shunned her.

I turned quietly to face Phil.

He looks disappointed as he asked Ijeoma to shut up.

“Be quiet Ijeoma, I heard enough of what she said…I don’t need an informant. You need to start learning how to respect Keji, she is not your colleague anymore…. hope you understand that clearly? Keji, please next time use big lion or elephant to refer to me not a cat fish. I don’t even like cat fish….

He smiled to ease my worries as he stretched out his hand towards me.

I can read disappointment in his eyes. He is only being noble because of Ijeoma.

I took his hand and we walked away.

Ijeoma has really pushed me to say what I never meant to say. I was only trying to get back at her. I ended up saying the wrong thing.

Now Phil will think that my main purpose of pressurizing him to get into bed with me is for my selfish reasons.

I don’t know how much he heard but I assumed he heard enough to nail me.

How do I even convince him that I was only blabbing out of anger.

Hope I haven’t ruined another dinner date with Philip because of Ijeoma.

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MORENIKEJI.

Morenikeji-Episode 20

Written By Amah’s Heart. 

I was standing outside and trying to zip up my cloth when he came.

“Why are you outside…?

He asked while looking at me confused

“I…I did not want to keep you waiting…

“No Keji, you can keep me waiting all day and I wouldn’t mind. We’re having a dinner date, a special one at that. so is very appropriate for you to take your time and get properly dressed.

Did he say a special one? What could be special about the dinner date?

I didn’t say anything as I continued struggling to zip up my dress.

“Come here, let me help you with that.

I turned and he zipped me up.

“Keji, are you sure you are alright? You are shaking. What is it? You smell of sweat and you are not wearing your usual makeup, unlike you…your hair is not brushed? What is the rush… let’s go back inside. You can put on some cologne to smell nice atleast and do what you need to do. I will wait as long as it takes for you to get dressed… properly.

“Don’t worry Phil, I will brush my hair in the car and I’m not in the mood for makeup but I have some of my makeup stuff in my hand bag and also perfume oil. I can also do all that in the car. Let’s go… please.

I started moving outside where he parked, he quietly followed me behind.

We got into the car and he turned on the ignition. I knew he was watching me closely as I brought out my hair brush and began brushing my hair.

“Are you sure that you are alright Keji?

He asked for the sixth time.

I flashed him a fake smile to let him know that I was fine but he doesn’t look convinced.

Bayo thinks he can just badge into my life and try to ruin it again. Never!

Not now that heaven is smiling down on me through Philip, I won’t let him or anyone spoil it.

I know I still have a heavy score to settle but I will sort out away.

I left two hundred and twenty three thousand in my piggy bank just for raining days. And incase of any emergency. Well locked and hidden under my bed where it won’t be easily seen.

Part of the money Philip gave me. Bayo can’t get to it.

If he succeed in getting up from the ground, he won’t be able to unlock the kitchen or my room door where I kept my piggy bank.

Bayo is doomed, he will regret ever taking me for a ride…

“Keji…. Keji..

I looked up and realized the car was not moving.

We were parked beside the main road.

“…l ask you for the very last time… Keji what is eaten at you? What is the problem? Did I do anything wrong? Did I say or act in a way that you don’t like?What happened…talk to me Keji.

“Nothing happened Phil. I’m just having a mood swings… women stuff. Is something I can handle but aside that I’m alright.

I said trying not to look him in the eyes.

“Are you on your period…I mean menstruation…

.flow? What do you mean by women stuff…? I don’t understand?

“You won’t understand. please, start the car let’s go.

He looked at me for a while as I rob my perfume oil on my arm.

“Did you have your bath? I mean no offense, I’m just concerned. I really wanted today’s dinner date to be very special one but I’m not feeling comfortable with your whole mood swings thingy or appearance. This wasn’t what I wanted. Look, There’s food oil on your both arm and I mentioned earlier that you smell of sweat?

I didn’t reply. He gasped out, apologized for few seconds before starting the car.

He is right, I didn’t bother to bath. I couldn’t have in such a traumatizing state that I was.

I just needed to get out of the house.

Atleast the perfume oil will help kill the sweaty smell that he was perceiving.

Everything is looking all crazy, I can’t handle any of this alone.

As much as I’m afraid of the aftermath I won’t deny the fact that I need help.

“Stop… please stop the car.

He quickly halt.

He stared straight ahead with a frown.

“You are finally ready to talk. What is it Keji… talk to me.

“Is Bayo!

He turned and looked at me strangely.

“…this evening, I was about going into the bathroom when Bayo suddenly showed up. When I had a knock on the door, I thought you were the one…so I rushed to the door to open up with towel wrapped around my chest. He began to tell me how he was sacked, he no longer has anything and his wife took the kids and left…While he was still talking, I had my phone ringing continuesly, I rushed inside and you were the caller, as I was tal…

“Wai… Wait where’s Bayo presently?

He asked impatiently.

“That’s what I’m trying to explain to you. Please listen first.. while receiving your call, I didn’t know that he followed me behind. I was fidgeting uneasily…I seriously didn’t know what to say, do or to even react to the fact that Bayo was in my apartment and was going to my kitchen. After the call I rushed to my kitchen and there he was eating my food. It was the gut and effrontery that got me shocked. I asked him to leave but he continued talking rubbish that I should hear him out first. I quickly rushed to my room and wore this dress. I took an iron lying carelessly outside my door and went back to the kitchen. Getting there he was taking another food from my pot after finishing the first plate. Without thinking I hit him hard on his head and he screamed out in pain before slumping on the kitchen floor. I dropped the iron, locked the kitchen and ran off. I was afraid Phil, I didn’t know how you will react or how to go about the whole thing. I just did the first thing that entered my head…I…I

I was still talking when he reversed his car.

He turned and started driving back home.

He picked up his phone and called a police DPO to send his men to my address because there’s a situation on ground.

Philip drove back to my apartment with speed, he parked outside and rushed into my gate.

I followed, he stood at the door as I unlocked.

As we got inside, the house was turned upside down.

Bayo was nowhere to be found.

The kitchen door was broken down with the same iron I used in hitting him earlier.

Just then the sound of the main exit and entrance door opened by somebody and it was Bayo rushing out with bags in his hand.

While outside, he started speaking to Phil who was after him

“Look at my body, almost covered in my own blood. She wanted to kill me because I refused to go another round with her. Keji, said I’m the only one that touches her in a way she loves. That you don’t know how to handle her in bed. Your manhood is like that of a little boy’s own which is why she needed me to show her the real thing. ask her, she was on towel when I came, Keji dropped it to the floor, begging me to touch her. It was while I was at it that you called and she lied that it was the television, that there was nobody in the house. She even ended the call immediately. She promised to pay me if I go another round but I couldn’t, I wanted to leave and she hit me with an iron, locked me up in the kitchen where I have gone to take water. Is not my fault that you can’t perform well and she has to seek me out. Is not my fault that your manhood is small and she is never satisfied with you. I was only doing her bidding bu….

He was talking and moving back.

“Bayo you are an evil liar…. liar! Phil, he is lying. None of what he said is true. Everything I told you is the truth… Phil… Phil…

He didn’t look at me or answer me instead he ran after Bayo but the criminal took off with speed.

Bayo rushed out of the gate and continue to running.

Phill took his phone and made call, probably to confirm the police present location.

I thought of my piggy bank and rushed inside, straight to my room to check if the money is intact.

My room was thorn apart, everything was in disarray.

It looks so unrecognizable.

I saw a broken Piggy bank lying carelessly, I rushed to it and it was empty.

Bayo has stolen my money, emptied my jewelry box and took other valuables.

As I was rushing out, I heard police siren blowing. Which means they are around and probably searching for Bayo.

Just in no time he was apprehended.

I recovered almost all he took from me.

My money inclusive.

Before they pushed him into the waiting police van in handcuffs, Philip gave him a resounding slap that rang like bell in my ears.

If not that Phil came back when he did, I could have lost everything. Bayo was trying to break the exit door lock and immediately he heard that we returned he hide.

After we came inside he tries to get away.

Now, I have a lots of score to settle with Phil

I don’t know if he believed Bayo’s lies or mine.

One of the police man came to me and said that I have to follow them to the station so that I can make a statement.

If I can’t make it tonight then I can come the following day.

Phil was saying something to them outside.

It was already dark everywhere if not for the bulb light.

Phil came back with a police man to take a peep at apartment and as he stepped out I began to lock up my door.

The police man later joined his colleague and they drove off.

Phil was few feets away when my my landlady came out.

He paused by the gate watching what the woman wanted to do.

“Morenikeji, what is happening? with all the noise I have been hearing since today, hope none of my property is destroyed? Because if anything happens to the sensitive part of this building you will pay for damages. For every damaged thing, you will pay. I’m not ready for your”sorry story” if you can’t keep your men clients in order and they go about destroying my things then it will be on you. You know I have never cared how you live your life here. If you like attend to five men in one night or twenty, I really don’t care. All I’m after is my house. Because you pay your rent doesn’t give you right to destroy my property.

“Madam landlady, I’m not in the mood for your own trouble. Leave me alone…and mind your business. I pay my rent here, I’m not owning you a dime. Whenever I decide to pack out and you notice any damage then you can charge me but until then…please let me be.

I started walking away and she followed me and continued talking. Phill was still standing and watching us.

“You think I don’t know the kind of work you do but I don’t care as far as my rent is paid on time. if you like sell yourself to all the whole Abuja men, that’s your business. This one that police is involved means your cup is almost full. I know all that travel you used to do is to go and meet men. You live with men for months and only comes back ones in a while. It was ever since I started seeing this fine young man here that you stopped traveling like before….

She was pointing at Philip.

“… continue with your ashawo work don’t go and marry. Exchanging men as you please…is none of my business, my own is that if you damage my property you will pay…

“Excuse me madam. How many men do you recently saw her with?. Please, do not lie.

Phill suddenly asked her to my greatest surprised.

“Me, I don’t used to lie. Is whatever I see I say. This Morenikeji is very rude. Maybe is the fine that she fine That is entering her brain. She used to work before o but that was like two to three years ago. She later stopped working and traveled, Came back and left again. She goes sometimes for a weeks or months before returning. Then I saw her with the man that came this evening. That man stayed here for three to four days and they later traveled again and the next man I saw her with, is you. She is very unfortunate and disrespectful, becareful with her. Since this evening when that other man came again and all I have been hearing inside her apartment is gbas gbos… destroying things. I don’t know who she is to you but what I’m after is for her to be careful with my building. She is free to sleep with anything in trouser bu…

“Enough madam. Keji, is not what you think of her. She is a hardworking lady. All those travel you see her making is for work where she has free accomodation, coming home everyday wasn’t necessary. Keji is a very hardworking lady who legally makes her money with her hands and not by sleeping with multiple men like you thought. I’m only making this explanation to erase your polluted mindset towards her. if there’s any damages at all on your property, we will take responsibility and pay. Have a goodnight.

I was shocked that Philip will defend me that way. I felt like jumping on him, wrapping my hands around him.

No man has ever defended me this way before and such act brought tears to my eyes.

He didn’t speak to me as we left. He drove to the police station and I wrote the statement.

He was in his car waiting when I joined him.

As I got into the car. I decided to break the silent.

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“Phil, I’m very sorry for dragging you into my mess. I’m sorry for everything Phil…

He still didn’t respond.

Instead of taking me back to my house, he speed on the express road, to his house instead.

We arrived at his place almost 1am in the midnight.

I was really confused on what to do or say as I stood waiting for his instructions.

“Go and tidy up yourself… if you are hungry get some food from the kitchen.

That’s all he said.

I tried talking to him one more time hoping he will respond.

“Phi…

.

He didn’t even allow me to talk when he said

“Keji please, I’m not in the mood to listen to whatever you have to say. Just go.

Since I don’t know where exactly to go I started going back to my previous staff quarters.

When I looked back he was relaxing his head on the car steering.

He straightened and brought out a tiny red box and was staring at it with a disappointment in his appearance.

I wonder what it is. He didn’t bother looking at me as his head remains bent.

I later got into my quarters. It looks new all of a sudden. Is almost six months I slept in it last.

I freshened up and went to bed. I wasn’t in the mood for food.

I didn’t even have appetite for it.

I wish Philip will scold me, shout at me, say something concerning what happened instead all the silent torture.

Why will Phil defend me from my landlady, risk himself in running after Bayo, took his time in driving me to the police station for statement and instead of taking me back to my apartment he brought me to his mansion but yet he wouldn’t speak to me.

I couldn’t sleep well, I had a swollen eyes the next morning.

I didn’t even know what to do. I decided to resume duty in the kitchen.

I saw some well arranged clothes in the wardrobe and wore them.

I was afraid of Phil’s parents, especially his Dad.

I was worried of what Ijeoma will say.

I was seriously worried sick

Maybe I’m back to square one where I started from.

Maybe I could have handled the whole thing differently, in a better way.

Maybe I should have told Phil immediately Bayo showed up. Maybe things wouldn’t have escalated to this extent.

I was just afraid and confused in seeing Bayo and thought I can handle the whole situation by myself.

Bayo would have made away with my valuables and my money again if not for Philip.

I don’t know Why I end up doing the wrong thing when I only want to do the right thing

Now, I’m back as a worker in Phil’s house under Ijeoma’s running mouth and annoying personality.

I met Stella that early morning, in the kitchen. She was shocked to see me and asked what happened.

I just briefed her on the whole last night saga. She asked me to go and apologies to the boss because his parents traveled out of the country yesterday and will stay for few more months before coming back.

I felt a bit relieved when I heard that Phil’s parents traveled.

I was afraid of how to face them.

Philip mentioned that his parents will be traveling few days ago while we were conversing on the phone. But I didn’t know that it was soon.

He probably told me when exact but I forgot.

I told Stella that I tried talking to him but he didn’t want to listen.

Stella asked me to go and meet him. I should leave the kitchen before other staffs will start wondering what i was doing working in the kitchen again.

I told her that I just wanted to do something to engage my mind.

She asked me to remove my kitchen staff wear and just wear the apron.

I did and resumed helping her to make breakfast.

While we’re still on it Ijeoma showed up.

“Trouble in paradise, some people’s juju has finally fade off and they have returned to square one. Hahahaha. You see this life ee…the evil doers will always be exposed. The boss has dumped her again… Glory be to God…

Stella said I shouldn’t reply her.

Ijeoma continued talking

“…I was wondering the kind of cloth that she used to cover the boss eyes. of all the umuoma (beautiful) Igbo ladies everywhere, of all the elegant, classic pretty Igbo ladies both home and abroad he ended up with a Yoruba ekwensu (devil) onye ofe mmanu that doesn’t know how to cook or stay with one man. A cheap one at that. Just look at the boss, the bobo fine like fresh apple, sweet, rich and sophisticated. How can he end up with Keji, yes I’m calling your name because you are back to zero level. You are nothing without the boss who has obviously dumped your useless, cheap ass. Your power has failed and the boss can see clearly. If you like go and cook another stronger one it will still fail, just mark my word. It will fail and you will be exposed and disgraced. Ekwensu… You thought I will stoop low to serve you as madam na… you really want to hang your clothes where you don’t belong. Look at you now… my God is so good. I’m celebrating this victory. God has disgraced my enemi…..

Somebody suddenly spoke from the door interrupting Ijeoma and startling everybody.

It was Phil, his eyes was focused on Ijeoma.

I was arranging the freshly toast bread in a tray, so that it can cool off.

Exactly what Ijeoma supposed to do but she was busy taunting me.

Phil didn’t see me due to where I was

“Are you guys quarreling this early morning. Ijeoma I can hear your voice from upstairs…why? What is the noise about? I’m having breakfast with Keji, please hurry up with the arrangements. By the way, have you seen Keji this morning…

I was very surprised when he said he will be having breakfast with me.

Stella greeted him before pointing at where I was.

He looked at me and frowned.

“Wha… what are you doing Keji, please leave that thing for Ijeoma to finish up. Come…

He started walking away.

I looked at Stella, she smiled and winked at me.

She turned to a confused Ijeoma and said.

“Aunty radio FM go and resume your work. Don’t forget to thank Keji for helping you out.

Ijeoma sluggishly went to continue from where I stopped.

I quickly followed Philip.

I don’t know what the outcome with Phil will be, but I remain hopeful.

My happiness this morning is the look on Ijeoma’s face when Phil said he will be having breakfast with me which means Ijeoma will be serving me again..

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MORENIKEJI.

Morenikeji-Episode 14

Written By Amah’s Heart. 

Philip arrived with his mother and lodged in the same hotel that I was in.

While his Mum was staying in Amara’ s big family house.

They came two days to the wedding.

Philip called me to come out that he was hanging out with Nnana, Amarachi’s elder brother.

After his call I got a message from Bayo also asking me to come out and meet him.

He was chilling out with his friends.

I told Philip that I was busy reading the book his Dad gave me and I don’t feel like leaving my room, probably the next day we will get to see.

After texting him I got ready to go and see Bayo who was really occupying my head.

I decided to honor Bayo’s invite instead of Philips.

Bayo told me where he was and I decided to go and meet him there.

I saw him with few guys sitting on a round table.

As I got closer, I saw Bayo looking at me and smiling from ear to ear.

I also noticed another person staring at me.

Philip! He was among the guys.

I swallowed hard and my step changed immediately

Bayo and Philip was looking at me at same time.

Bayo was smiling while Philip has this straight face.

I never knew they were all together I wouldn’t have come.

I told Philip that I wasn’t coming out to see him because I’m reading in my hotel room but I agreed to see Bayo not knowing that they were actually here… together.

Seeing them staring at me made sweat broke out from my body.

I suddenly started missing my steps. I was walking like a duck, as if my legs were in chains.

I had to comport myself, breath in and then out before I continued.

I like Bayo because he is very lively and fun to be around with.

He Pampers me like a child and makes me feel special.

Philip on the other hand has proven very difficult from onset.

I don’t even understand him one bit.

Very uptight and too disciplined for my liking.

This minute he likes me and the next he will be acting like I was a stranger.

I have always given him the green light, shooting my shot at him none stop, wanting him to atleast notice me.

I have done almost everything and never hide my feeling from him but he just paid a deaf ear.

He kissed me in his room surprisingly for the very first time and then discard me like a sinner that lured him into sin.

I’m just tired of his shenanigani tired of his pride or uptightness.

He probably thought I changed my mind and decided to come and meet him because as I was few feet away he curved a smile.

When Bayo stretched out his hand towards me, Phil’s smile disappeared.

He looked on with disappointment plastered on his face.

I greeted Nnana and one other guy with them.

I said hello to Philip who responded coldly.

I went to sit beside Bayo who took my hands into his and kissed them.

“my hot chocolate…bawo ni iyawo mi? (How are you my wife) let’s do fast and marry joor…. I always want you around me always Keji….

Bayo said it more like a whisper but the person sitting next to him can hear.

Philip was next to him and he wasn’t paying attention to what Nnana was saying.

His eyes was on us.

After Bayo said that I smiled and flashed Phil a look and he was actually looking back at me in silent.

“I think I should leave. We can see later tonight or talk on phone. I don’t want to interrupt your fun time with your friends.

I said to Bayo before standing.

“No…no you aren’t interrupting anything Keji. Okay…I will come with you. Let’s leave to hangout somewhere else.. alright?

He stood excused himself from the other guys and followed me.

I turned and looked back at Phil and he was sipping his bottle water and staring at me with sad look on his face

Why is he looking at me like I stole his money?

He never really liked me despite how much I wanted him and now that I’m letting go of my feelings for him and embracing a new change he is acting like he cares.

What does he even care? It doesn’t matter what I do with my life, I deserve some happiness and fresh air from all the suffocating people back in Abuja.

With the way I was feeling, I told Bayo to return back to his friends, that I need to meet the girls.

We stood at a distance from the boys but I can still feel Philip’s eyes on me.

Bayo kissed my lips before turning to go back.

I watched Philip became discomfort. He stood from his seat, said something to the guys, I guess he excused himself and walked away.

Bayo returned to his seat and joined the gist. I quickly left and returned to my room.

Why was I even having this guilt feeling?

Philip shouldn’t even come in between me and my happiness because he was never there when I needed him.

I like Bayo alot. He has succeeded in making me lose my attachment over Philip.

It may not be fully but to some extent

I have allot of questions ringing in my head. One of them which is

Who is Amarachi to him?

I tried not to bother myself with any problem at all.

Later that evening we had a get together with the bride and her ladies.

They were all very beautiful and speaks of class.

Classic babes, I felt my standard is below theirs but who cares.

They all felt I’m one of the big chicks and very well to do.

I acted exactly that and didn’t give them any room to question me or my status.

Amara is a sweet being. She treated everyone equally without any favoritism. No special treatment or attention to anyone in particular.

A day to the wedding, four of us sat by the pool side of the hotel, sipping our cocktail and gisting like old friends.

The bride was away, three other ladies were out or inside their hotel rooms.

The three ladies that I was sitting out with asked me what I do for a living as we gathered round a table gisting and laughing.

I told them I’m a private cook, more into African dish and little of foreign and also a kitchen assistance.

Since they don’t cloth me or pay my bills I see no reason to lie.

lying won’t make me less of a human or more of human.

“Do you mean like a chef… a hired private chef?

Dimma, one of the classic ladies asked me.

“,More like it” I replied. I decided not to say any more words to avoid more

questions.

“So you mean that you are a greet cook but don’t know much on the food menu? Which of the caterer schools did you attend? I mean, is it a well known school here in Nigeria or outside the country?

Patricia asked

This is exactly what I was avoiding. Questions that I don’t have answers to which is why I tried not to speak much about myself.

As I opened my mouth to reply another question flew in.

Dimma asked again

“How do you get to know Amy? Did you also study abroad at some point in your life or you met her here in Nigeria?

“Or I guess you are a girlfriend to one of Nnana’s friend. That black chubby Yoruba guy that we usually see you with, he is your boyfriend right? Asked Yvonne

Questions were flying Left, right and center.

” Obviously, they are dating. Keji is Yoruba and he is Yoruba also. She is dating her tribal man… How long have you guys been in a relationship? How do you meet him… I guess he’s also from your state..? Don’t you like igbo men?…Asked Dimma

“No, I don’t think so. But I really don’t care. All I’m concerned about is her skin… Keji isn’t your skin a bit too dark? A little toning will do lots of good, I mean with the right organic products. I have a friend who’s is into organic cream… She will give you exactly the one for your skin type. Will you give it a try? Said Patricia.

“How can you even suggest such Pat? Her skin is beautiful and doesn’t need toning. Look at my skin… Look at Yvonne’s skin… beautiful isn’t it?. I sometimes forget to cream myself because I don’t attach myself to any sort of cream. I even use baby pears sometimes. Amarachi’s skin is also sweet… Asking Keji to go for an organic cream raise a dust about your own skin. You are very fair actually but I know naturally you aren’t fair as this. You probably tone…no hard feelings though. We are all speaking our minds. But I will suggest you leave Keji alone with her color. Beside, she’s an adult and can decide what exactly she wants. Keji, hope I’m speaking your mind?

Said Dimma.

“I take no offense in what you said Dimma. Is actually your opinion and is okay to have an opinion but is wrong to enforce your beliefs on someone. Is not everyone you see is comfortable in their skin, ladies especially needs to wear their skin with pride. They need to feel comfortable and be admired. I only threw in a suggestion, I wasn’t asking Keji to buy my whole idea but if she is interested then I will be very willingly to help in…

Said Pat.

I quickly interrupted.

“I’m very comfortable in my color. Enough already…I won’t trade my natural skin color for anything. I’m sorry if is too dark or too brown for your liking but it still wouldn’t change how much I cherish myself. You will be surprised that it was actually my color that attracted Amara the first time we spoke. She admired my skin and we became friends from then…

Yvonne and Dimma began laughing.

Dimma later said

“Amara has a thing for dark skin. Maybe that’s why she ditched her former light skin boyfriend for a dark Nonso. Her ex is her childhood friend and they had this great connection and planned to get married. Even their both families were in support of the relationship not until Amara travel out for her degree and met Nonso, fell in love and they are getting married tomorrow. I guess their was no strong bond with her ex because they ended things amicably and she even stayed in their family house over at Abuja for days before returning home. I saw her ex yesterday, that guy is too fine. He’s even finner than Nonso but is not by fine…. is by choice. Amara made her choice already and we are all cool with that. Even her ex is super cool and very supportive. he’s not my kind of ex that we are not even in talking terms. Abeg joor… let’s continue our former discussion. Keji since you are a cook or better still a chef… where did you do your catering?

I breathed in and out as the whole attentions retuned back to me.

I was in a hot seat with Dimma, Patricia and Yvonne asking me different thing even when I haven’t even answered one.

They started throwing in their questions all over again.

The whole thing was choking my breath.

“Let me take the questions one after the other. I learnt cooking while working for this anonymous family. I did online courses on…

I noticed the ladies attention shifted to a different direction.

I followed their gaze and behold it was Phil approaching.

My heart skipped.

Ever since yesterday we haven’t spoke.

He didn’t call or message me after seeing me with Bayo.

I’m surprised to see him walking down alone towards where we were seated or is he into one of the ladies here?

“This guy is too fine. He should just come and marry me already but the problem is that he is too gentle for my liking. He will dull my spirit if we’re together…I need an activity guy.

Said Patricia bitting her lips and making Yvonne to laugh out loud.

” This is Philip na, Amarachi’s friend… former boyfriend, childhood friend and very close family friend… hahahaha. I just spoke about him few minutes ago and here he was. I saw when he arrived yesterday. What is he coming over for… maybe he finally noticed me. He’s single and I’m single we can both mingle hahahaha…. I Love this kind of guys… sweet in the middle with good looks. Come on darling and sweep me off my feet…

Said Dimma making Yvonne to laugh out again.

Yvonne is the cheerleader, laughing at everyone’s speech and hardly speak. She is tall, beautiful and has a nice accent.

She is probably a model.

Philip arrived at our table and greeted the ladies cheerfully.

They responded happily. All eyes on him as they wait to know who exactly he came for.

“Hey Keji, can I see you….in private please.

The shock on their faces was very funny. I almost laugh at Patricia as she looked at me like a devil.

She turned to Philip and said with a smile.

“,Oh Philip, you came for Keji… anyway be careful before her Yoruba boyfriend catches you. they share unbreakable bond…

Phi didn’t reply. Dimma frowned and slapped Patricia’s hand.

I stood up and followed Philip who was ahead of me.

I didn’t bother walking fast because I wanted to hear the girls.

I bent down few feets away like I was readjusting my sandals.

I can hear Yvonne saying,

“…Pat that was unnecessary. You shouldn’t have said such…

“Women tearing down women because of jealousy. A man will never do such to his follow guy…

That was Dimma’s voice.

“Bla bla bla… Yen yen yen! You don’t expect me to leave a Yoruba girl to have one of the most eligible igbo rich bachelor in town. No way… Please spare me that…she has her Yoruba boyfriend. She should stick to him and leave our men alone. anyway, I’m hungry… I’m going to go get something to eat.. Yvonne are you coming along…

I quickly walked away to meet Philip who was standing close to the car park and waiting for me.

“Hi…how are you doing?

He asked. I was expecting him to be angry at first after yesterday but he was acting like a gentleman.

I told him that I was alright.

“What’s going on…I mean with you? You told me yesterday that you couldn’t come out to meet me but was surprised when I saw you with Nnana’s friend. How long have you known him…

“Does it really matter? I only met him here and he’s a great guy.

He gasped out.

“Wow… just within a week and few days and he’s already kissing you in public? Is it because he’s Yoruba or because you just want a guy closeby? I really want to understand what is going on…

“Stop asking me question like a kid. I’m an adult and have the right to choose who I want to be with. Yes, he’s Yoruba and I enjoy being with him. Why are you even here… questioning what I do with my life and time? You only have that right when I’m on duty back at your house. I’m neither on duty or at your mercies. Stop bossing over me Phil.

I was getting very angry already with his attitude.

I couldn’t tell what exactly was on his mind but he looked at me strangely.

“I thought you were different Keji. Do you even know this your guy…do you know him or you only knew what he wanted you to know? You met Kunle and acted like you don’t fancy him only to end up going out with him severally even to his house. Now, is eeh… Bayo, I guess you fancy Yorubas more…but funny enough you end up with whoever crosses your path and flashed you a knowing smile. Keji… I’m just disappointed that’s all…

I sparked angrily.

“What do you even care? You never liked me and you are still not happy with other men liking me. I will live my life like I please here… when I return back to work then you can have a say over what I do with my time. Leave me the hell alone oga Philip Kanu…

I turned and started walking away. He called my name twice but I didn’t reply.

I walked away and went straight to my room.

Tomorrow is the wedding, after which I will be returning back to Abuja to resume back my work life.

Philip is getting me all worked up. I don’t even know what exactly he wants from me.

He wants to start controlling my life because I work for him.

I won’t let that happen.

I’m in charge of my life and answerable to whatever I do.

Bayo told me all I need to know about him and that’s enough for me.

Many women like Patricia will die to have Philip and I want to be excluded in that list.

There was a time like that, all I think off morning and night was Philip but gonna those days.

I’m moving like nothing happened.

Bayo got me the way I want and I don’t care how Philip feels about it but he has no right to interfere in my personal life.

As I lay in bed that night with Mr Kanu’s book in hand. My thoughts were far away while my eyes were focused on the book.

I tried to sound convincing but I still think of Philip for unknown reason.

He wants to mess up my head but I won’t let him.

Tomorrow is Amara’s day and I’m glad she chose me to be here.

I have had massive fun and I’m happy that I’m on this journey.

Every of my problems can wait until I return.

Phill is part of them but he won’t kill my joy or the happiness I feel with Bayo.

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MORENIKEJI.

Morenikeji-Episode 11

Written By Amah’s Heart. 

I stirred the food continuesly but it was not turning out the way I was taught.

Something must be missing out.

I have added all the required ingredients but still it was still very watery and light.

What I’m I really missing out?

I have watched Stella prepare it more than twice.

Ijeoma handed the cooking over to me today.

She said I have to be the one to make lunch for the entire house.

Stella endorsed it and I smile so well when I saw what was on the food menu.

This afternoon is going to be the best because I’m fully in charge.

“Don’t cook rubbish o… this one you are acting like you knows how to cook. Madam and her husband will be having lunch, their son inclusive…. that’s the boss himself. Stella won’t be able to remedy it if you cook rubbish. You have been here for more than four months, you supposed to know how to cook perfectly. I’m only warning you ahead of time so that you don’t disgrace yourself and your entire village people today.

Ijeoma said to me that afternoon.

“You worry about me too much. I guess is time to start focusing on yourself more. You are afraid of me cooking rubbish…not to worry, even madam and her entire household will be pleased. You will hear of all the good that they will say about me. Just watch and see Ijeoma.

She clapped her hand together in mocking way but I didn’t pay attention to her.

After she left I began my cooking with so much assurance on myself.

I felt good because I know I was not going to mess up.

I was certain at first that my food will turn out delicious and Ijeoma will bury her head in shame

Not untill I realized instead of turning out fine the soup was very watery and not good to look at.

I can’t run my mouth at Ijeoma and still mess up.

She will ridicule me before dragging me to the mud.

I tasted it again, trying to figure out what was missing but I still can’t tell.

“No… this isn’t happening. I can’t mess up this food. everyone is looking out for lunch…I can’t give story and end up disgracing myself….

I muttered within myself as I continued pacing up and down.

Why is the food still watery… Why is it tasting like this? Why… why…

Questions flooded my head that I can’t answer.

I was in a state of dilemma.

Is almost time for lunch and I’m still trying to figure out what exactly I was cooking.

I’m in a serious deep trouble. I may even get suspended or sacked if my employers finds out that a simple local delicacy as oha soup I can’t prepare it.

Oha soup maybe simple but is one of the most difficult food to prepare.

Ijeoma does it well and it tastes great.

Stella knows how to prepare everything.

I thought making it won’t be an issue because I have seen how it’s been done severally.

Is one of the delicacy that Mrs Kanu enjoys with her husband.

I can’t possibly make a mistake. No, I can’t.

I tip toed to the door to check if I can get any sort of help before Ijeoma will comes into the kitchen but I got none.

I left my phone at my quarters, I could have used it to search the internet maybe I will get the soup right.

Now, I’m left with nothing except a pot of watery disaster.

I said a prayer to God for help but I wasn’t even concentrating on it. My mind was distracted but I just needed to do something quick before it becomes late.

Not this time that Phil was begining to show likeness in me. he was moving close unlike before. I can’t come and mess up now and make him dislike me.

“Oh God help me…. I’m in serious deep shit…

The water has refused to dry, even if is a little. probably it will thicken that way but

No matter what I do there was no improvement.

“Hey Keji…

A voice startled me from behind. I quickly turned and it was Phil coming into the kitchen and walking up to me.

I quickly flashed him a smile before covering the cooking pot and standing in front of it so that he won’t see the disaster that I was making.

“… you are in charge of lunch today? That’s great. What are you making…

He said still moving close. I stood overshadowing the cooking pot.

“Mmm! Oha soup…

“Oh, interesting. Are you almost done or you need help…

“Yes, almost through… with the soup…

I said shakily

He smiled as he came to stand beside me. His warm skin touched mine unknowingly and sent shiver down my spine

“Can I have a taste… please?

He sounded like a child begging for a biscuit with a very cute smile on his face.

How can I even give him a taste of the rubbish I’m cooking?

How do I even come out of this?

Even after putting all the ingredients, it was still looking like a river scattered with oha leaves, stock fish, meat and other things each in a different part of the boiling pot.

“…Is there a problem? Or you don’t want me to be the first to taste the food…

He said again and chuckled.

“Uhmmm! Phil I want you to be the first to taste my cooking but I haven’t added all the ingredients yet…I need to add more seasoning cubes and salt… also crayfish too…

That’s the only lie I could come up with. I wish he can be gone already.

“Okay…no problem Keji. Open the pot let me see the face of the soup. How it looks will determine how it will taste…

I thought of a lie but it wasn’t fort coming. I need to do something so that he can leave the kitchen and allow me strategies on what exactly to do.

I opened my mouth but shut it again.

“…Is there a problem?

he asked concerned.

I admitted with a nod.

His face changed into a frown. I felt at that moment that I can trust him and he will keep my little secret within ourselves

I don’t know what gave me such guts maybe I was just tired of lying to cover up my shit.

I opened the pot of boiling disaster with my eyes closed and he suddenly burst out laughing.

I looked at him and he was really trying to control his laughter.

“…I.. I’m sorry but I.. can’t help it. I’m not laughing at your soup but at the way you closed eyes when you opened the pot…

I wish I can laugh too but my heart was racing. His reaction was relieving but how do I remedy this.

Philip took the spoon and stir the soup. He later dropped it before removing it from the cooker.

“I’m really sorry Phil. I thought I got this but it turned out to be a mess. I don’t know what to do… I’m very ashamed of myself. Even if you understand but others who are waiting for lunch won’t. I’m really confused because I added all the required ingredients it still didn’t make sense. I’m sorry Philip…I really messed up today’s lunch… and I don’t know what to do…

I continued apologizing to Philip who seems like he doesn’t mind.

“Is fine Keji. Things like this happens sometimes…is not your fault. Is not your common tribal local delicacy that you are already used to. Growing up…I usually watch either my mom or our cook back then prepare this soup. I’m not a great chef but I know together with you this soup will turn out great.

I nodded. But if anybody walks into the kitchen and see him cooking that may not go down well with his parents or the entire house.

That was why we are employed as cooks.

It was as if he understood my fear when he later said

“…There’s nothing to be afraid of Keji. I got you covered in this one. I will tell anybody that walks in that you are teaching me how to prepare oha soup…but that’s only if the explanation is necessary…

We started all over. I have to remove the meat and some of the stock fish that was used in my watery soup.

I poured the remaining things away and washed off any sign that will link me to it.

I followed every of his instructions and it was fun working with him.

“The mistake you made in the first soup was that you added too much water and you didn’t add the soup thickener. You can either use cocoyam or the other powder ones that help in thickening soups like this. Next time don’t add too much seasoning cubes. We’re lucky to still have fresh oha leave in the fridge…

I was just nodding to everything he was saying like an agama lizard.

Ijeoma came into the kitchen and I was just about adding the oha leaf which was the last part of the soup preparation.

Philip stepped away as Ijeoma entered and folded his hand in akimbo style as if he was just watching while I do the cooking.

Ijeoma greeted him and did not hide her surprised face when she saw Philip in the kitchen.

“Keji, can I have a taste of your cooking now before I leave…

He said it to Ijeoma’s hearing. I know he didn’t want Ijeoma to find out that he was actually the one teaching me how to cook the meal.

He stretched out his hand and asked me to put some in his palm and I quickly did.

He tasted it with a nod.

“You did so well Keji. I know how difficult our Iocal soup can be but you nailed it. Thank you for putting me through on how to prepare it. next time Ijeoma will include me in the list of cooks…

Ijeoma started laughing so loud as if someone was stroking her armpit.

She probably enjoyed the way Philip mentioned her name.

…. Keji, give Ijeoma some to taste so that she can also confirm of what I said.

I did as she also stretched her palm towards me.

Philip looked at her and asked.

“So…what do you think Ijeoma? Keji nailed it right…?

“Uhmmm! Well sir…she tried. I wouldn’t say she nailed it though because I’m more of a great cook than her. to be frank it’s not so delicious, she used Yoruba style in making it instead of the normal igbo way… anyway, I’m surprised that the soup turned out good though..

Philip washed off his hand and turned to leave.

“In the next thirty minutes I will be on the dining room with Mom waiting…

He massaged his two palm together, winked at me before turning to leave.

A loud laughter from deep within erupted through my mouth as he walked away.

“I came to inform you that is lunch time already. This simple soup took you almost three hours to prepare… well, I can see who kept you in the kitchen for so long. The boss is probably hungry and which was why he came to the kitchen. Instead of you to hurry up so that he can have lunch you decide to engage him in your boring conversation. Even though the soup is not all that delicious but atleast is manageable. Everyone will just manage it like that. My oha soup beats every other person’s… even Stella’s confirmed it. You are just a baby compared to my cooking… anyway, take plates out and start dishing out food, is almost past time. Don’t allow the boss’s praise or his close presence to gets into your head o! You are still not his type and neither from his tribe. Let me warn you before you gets your hopes up. Move out of the way let me pass….mtcheee

eeewwee….!

She sighed heavily as she walked pass me and still didn’t stop talking.

I was too excited and didn’t reply her or even pay attention to her.

That was how Philip saved my ass from being whooped.

He just showed up that day and helped my troubled soul.

What could i have done if he didn’t show up that day.

We get to laugh over it after few days when he invited me to sit with him by the pool side during the weekend.

He asked if I was seeing somebody, like in a relationship. that was the third time he was asking me that within two weeks and I still told him that I’m very very single.

“Why…. ? I’m surprised that you are single..

Maybe because I picture you differently Keji…

He said while looking from my eyes to my lips.

My heart skipped as I imagined him kissing me for the very first time.

I’m so much into Philip that even my body language speaks loudly of it.

Is very difficult for me to hide my feeling whenever we are close to each other.

I guess he knows it too but seem to be acting all cool.

He is very careful in other not to make mistake.

Philip is an articulated kind of person.

I replied him with a smile

“Seeing me differently still doesn’t change the fact that I’m still single Phil. I decided not to rush into a relationship like I used to do. I want something serious with somebody my heart yawns for… a very unique man whom I always want to call mine. I’m single because I want to be not because there’s no man in town who wants me. I want something different from what I used to have…

He smiled and decided not to ask me further questions.

I noticed the juice jug was running out before excusing myself to refill.

When I turned to look back at him he was looking at me and this was like the fourth time I have caught him looking at me from behind.

I flashed him a smile and he smiled back.

As I stepped away to get more juice in a jug my phone started ringing.

I didn’t know until when I returned and he was holding it.

“Kunle have been calling you…and he left a message which shows on your screen.

My heart skipped a little because new messages usually pops up on my phone screen whenever my phone is locked.

I poured more drink into his cup after dropping my phone back to the table without bothering to look at what Kunle sent.

“Are you two seeing each other? I mean Kunle…

“Mmmm! Yes…I went out with him like three times but there’s nothing serious is going on.

He was quiet as he looked at me.

“You hanged out in a bar? Hope you didn’t get drunk Keji? Or you visited his place…I don’t know why I’m not comfortable with the way you made hanging out with Kunle appear…but I guess my major concern is you getting drunk …and somebody taking advantage of you…

I rubbed my two sweating palm together and said.

“I didn’t get drunk Phil. The last time I got drunk was the evening I met you. Ever since then I have become more discipline than ever. I’m no more the arrogant, worldly Keji. I still have a little bit of every thing….crazy inclusive but my better side wins over the other part of me. I hanged out with Kunle in a bar…a very big executive bar and I also visited his place but nothing serious happened… neither did I drink out of proportion…

I said trying to sound convincing.

He took a sip from his juice cup before setting it down.

“Okay. You initially made it looks like you don’t like Kunle. I was even trying to convince you about him but you appear uninterested. I really don’t know Kunle but looking at him that day he was out for fun and had that desirable looks for you but you seem like he wasn’t your kinda man. What made you to suddenly reconsider him…?

As I opened my mouth to speak, his phone began to ring.

He answered the call and it was his mother who wanted him to drive down to somewhere and pick up something for her.

He stood and said we will continue our discussion next time.

I just felt it in my guts that Philip was slipping off again from me.

I looked at the message from Kunle.

“Baby I have been calling. I really missed you my love. Please, try let’s see, either at my place or at the big boys joint. I miss your pretty face Keji, your smile and your soft skin… Love you XOXOXO…!

This Kunle chose to send this kind of message at a very wrong time.

Why now that I’m with Philip who was showing interest in me already.

Something I have waited so long for and it was finally happening Kunle just want to destroy it with his senseless message.

I don’t know why he has refused to heed to the fact that I don’t want him.

I hope Philip won’t take anything about Kunle personal.

Three days later Philip still haven’t invited me to sit with him in the evening like he used to.

I was patient and waited for a week even two weeks but nothing.

He was hardly around and whenever he is he remains upstairs in his room.

I was looking for opportunity to see him but none came.

Untill one evening we were informed to make room and prepare a nice continental dish because Philip will be having visitor.

I saw when he left that weekend to the airport to pick his visitor.

I heard Ijeoma saying to my hearing that is his fiancee who went for her masters abroad.

They said her name was Amara.

Even Mrs Kanu seems happy as the visitor arrived.

I saw the skinny tall and beautiful girl hugged Mrs Kanu so tight.

They all seem happy even Philip was smiling.

She put a hand to Phil’s waist, kissed his cheeks again for the second time.

I guess she whispered how much she has missed him to his ear.

Two of the house staffs came to carry her luggage inside.

I gasped out in defeat. There was nothing left for me to do.

Philip and his woman are back and I guess their next agenda will be wedding.

At work the following day, Stella noticed my sad demeanor and asked if I was alright.

Ijeoma without waiting for me to reply said.

“She thought the boss will fall for her charms but his God is alive. his wife to be, our very own daughter of the soil and beauty to behold is back with a master degree. She even speaks like a foreigner and the boss can’t take his eyes away from her. Unfortunately, our very own sister ofe mmanu here can’t take the heart break…. hahahaha. She thought is by making oha soup or other of her concortion… or looking beautiful, she didn’t know there more to a man’s heart. Keji is suffering from heart breakage. Stella she will be alright…

Stella didn’t pay attention to what Ijeoma was saying.

She walked up to me and asked if I was alright and I told her that I’m very fine.

I even smiled to prove it but deep within Ijeoma was right.

Even though her English sound stupid but I’m seriously suffering from heart “breakage”

I’m just trying to be fine and move on.

I will still not consider Kunle even though I needed distraction right now.

Is probably because of the call and message Phil saw made him kept me at a distance.

I told him the truth without mincing word.

I really don’t know how to deal with Philip and his woman who suddenly appear when Philip was giving me a green light.

The worst was when Ijeoma asked me after two days to take drink to Philip and his Amara by the pool side where they were swimming together.

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MORENIKEJI.

Morenikeji-Episode 11

Written By Amah’s Heart. 

I stirred the food continuesly but it was not turning out the way I was taught.

Something must be missing out.

I have added all the required ingredients but still it was still very watery and light.

What I’m I really missing out?

I have watched Stella prepare it more than twice.

Ijeoma handed the cooking over to me today.

She said I have to be the one to make lunch for the entire house.

Stella endorsed it and I smile so well when I saw what was on the food menu.

This afternoon is going to be the best because I’m fully in charge.

“Don’t cook rubbish o… this one you are acting like you knows how to cook. Madam and her husband will be having lunch, their son inclusive…. that’s the boss himself. Stella won’t be able to remedy it if you cook rubbish. You have been here for more than four months, you supposed to know how to cook perfectly. I’m only warning you ahead of time so that you don’t disgrace yourself and your entire village people today.

Ijeoma said to me that afternoon.

“You worry about me too much. I guess is time to start focusing on yourself more. You are afraid of me cooking rubbish…not to worry, even madam and her entire household will be pleased. You will hear of all the good that they will say about me. Just watch and see Ijeoma.

She clapped her hand together in mocking way but I didn’t pay attention to her.

After she left I began my cooking with so much assurance on myself.

I felt good because I know I was not going to mess up.

I was certain at first that my food will turn out delicious and Ijeoma will bury her head in shame

Not untill I realized instead of turning out fine the soup was very watery and not good to look at.

I can’t run my mouth at Ijeoma and still mess up.

She will ridicule me before dragging me to the mud.

I tasted it again, trying to figure out what was missing but I still can’t tell.

“No… this isn’t happening. I can’t mess up this food. everyone is looking out for lunch…I can’t give story and end up disgracing myself….

I muttered within myself as I continued pacing up and down.

Why is the food still watery… Why is it tasting like this? Why… why…

Questions flooded my head that I can’t answer.

I was in a state of dilemma.

Is almost time for lunch and I’m still trying to figure out what exactly I was cooking.

I’m in a serious deep trouble. I may even get suspended or sacked if my employers finds out that a simple local delicacy as oha soup I can’t prepare it.

Oha soup maybe simple but is one of the most difficult food to prepare.

Ijeoma does it well and it tastes great.

Stella knows how to prepare everything.

I thought making it won’t be an issue because I have seen how it’s been done severally.

Is one of the delicacy that Mrs Kanu enjoys with her husband.

I can’t possibly make a mistake. No, I can’t.

I tip toed to the door to check if I can get any sort of help before Ijeoma will comes into the kitchen but I got none.

I left my phone at my quarters, I could have used it to search the internet maybe I will get the soup right.

Now, I’m left with nothing except a pot of watery disaster.

I said a prayer to God for help but I wasn’t even concentrating on it. My mind was distracted but I just needed to do something quick before it becomes late.

Not this time that Phil was begining to show likeness in me. he was moving close unlike before. I can’t come and mess up now and make him dislike me.

“Oh God help me…. I’m in serious deep shit…

The water has refused to dry, even if is a little. probably it will thicken that way but

No matter what I do there was no improvement.

“Hey Keji…

A voice startled me from behind. I quickly turned and it was Phil coming into the kitchen and walking up to me.

I quickly flashed him a smile before covering the cooking pot and standing in front of it so that he won’t see the disaster that I was making.

“… you are in charge of lunch today? That’s great. What are you making…

He said still moving close. I stood overshadowing the cooking pot.

“Mmm! Oha soup…

“Oh, interesting. Are you almost done or you need help…

“Yes, almost through… with the soup…

I said shakily

He smiled as he came to stand beside me. His warm skin touched mine unknowingly and sent shiver down my spine

“Can I have a taste… please?

He sounded like a child begging for a biscuit with a very cute smile on his face.

How can I even give him a taste of the rubbish I’m cooking?

How do I even come out of this?

Even after putting all the ingredients, it was still looking like a river scattered with oha leaves, stock fish, meat and other things each in a different part of the boiling pot.

“…Is there a problem? Or you don’t want me to be the first to taste the food…

He said again and chuckled.

“Uhmmm! Phil I want you to be the first to taste my cooking but I haven’t added all the ingredients yet…I need to add more seasoning cubes and salt… also crayfish too…

That’s the only lie I could come up with. I wish he can be gone already.

“Okay…no problem Keji. Open the pot let me see the face of the soup. How it looks will determine how it will taste…

I thought of a lie but it wasn’t fort coming. I need to do something so that he can leave the kitchen and allow me strategies on what exactly to do.

I opened my mouth but shut it again.

“…Is there a problem?

he asked concerned.

I admitted with a nod.

His face changed into a frown. I felt at that moment that I can trust him and he will keep my little secret within ourselves

I don’t know what gave me such guts maybe I was just tired of lying to cover up my shit.

I opened the pot of boiling disaster with my eyes closed and he suddenly burst out laughing.

I looked at him and he was really trying to control his laughter.

“…I.. I’m sorry but I.. can’t help it. I’m not laughing at your soup but at the way you closed eyes when you opened the pot…

I wish I can laugh too but my heart was racing. His reaction was relieving but how do I remedy this.

Philip took the spoon and stir the soup. He later dropped it before removing it from the cooker.

“I’m really sorry Phil. I thought I got this but it turned out to be a mess. I don’t know what to do… I’m very ashamed of myself. Even if you understand but others who are waiting for lunch won’t. I’m really confused because I added all the required ingredients it still didn’t make sense. I’m sorry Philip…I really messed up today’s lunch… and I don’t know what to do…

I continued apologizing to Philip who seems like he doesn’t mind.

“Is fine Keji. Things like this happens sometimes…is not your fault. Is not your common tribal local delicacy that you are already used to. Growing up…I usually watch either my mom or our cook back then prepare this soup. I’m not a great chef but I know together with you this soup will turn out great.

I nodded. But if anybody walks into the kitchen and see him cooking that may not go down well with his parents or the entire house.

That was why we are employed as cooks.

It was as if he understood my fear when he later said

“…There’s nothing to be afraid of Keji. I got you covered in this one. I will tell anybody that walks in that you are teaching me how to prepare oha soup…but that’s only if the explanation is necessary…

We started all over. I have to remove the meat and some of the stock fish that was used in my watery soup.

I poured the remaining things away and washed off any sign that will link me to it.

I followed every of his instructions and it was fun working with him.

“The mistake you made in the first soup was that you added too much water and you didn’t add the soup thickener. You can either use cocoyam or the other powder ones that help in thickening soups like this. Next time don’t add too much seasoning cubes. We’re lucky to still have fresh oha leave in the fridge…

I was just nodding to everything he was saying like an agama lizard.

Ijeoma came into the kitchen and I was just about adding the oha leaf which was the last part of the soup preparation.

Philip stepped away as Ijeoma entered and folded his hand in akimbo style as if he was just watching while I do the cooking.

Ijeoma greeted him and did not hide her surprised face when she saw Philip in the kitchen.

“Keji, can I have a taste of your cooking now before I leave…

He said it to Ijeoma’s hearing. I know he didn’t want Ijeoma to find out that he was actually the one teaching me how to cook the meal.

He stretched out his hand and asked me to put some in his palm and I quickly did.

He tasted it with a nod.

“You did so well Keji. I know how difficult our Iocal soup can be but you nailed it. Thank you for putting me through on how to prepare it. next time Ijeoma will include me in the list of cooks…

Ijeoma started laughing so loud as if someone was stroking her armpit.

She probably enjoyed the way Philip mentioned her name.

…. Keji, give Ijeoma some to taste so that she can also confirm of what I said.

I did as she also stretched her palm towards me.

Philip looked at her and asked.

“So…what do you think Ijeoma? Keji nailed it right…?

“Uhmmm! Well sir…she tried. I wouldn’t say she nailed it though because I’m more of a great cook than her. to be frank it’s not so delicious, she used Yoruba style in making it instead of the normal igbo way… anyway, I’m surprised that the soup turned out good though..

Philip washed off his hand and turned to leave.

“In the next thirty minutes I will be on the dining room with Mom waiting…

He massaged his two palm together, winked at me before turning to leave.

A loud laughter from deep within erupted through my mouth as he walked away.

“I came to inform you that is lunch time already. This simple soup took you almost three hours to prepare… well, I can see who kept you in the kitchen for so long. The boss is probably hungry and which was why he came to the kitchen. Instead of you to hurry up so that he can have lunch you decide to engage him in your boring conversation. Even though the soup is not all that delicious but atleast is manageable. Everyone will just manage it like that. My oha soup beats every other person’s… even Stella’s confirmed it. You are just a baby compared to my cooking… anyway, take plates out and start dishing out food, is almost past time. Don’t allow the boss’s praise or his close presence to gets into your head o! You are still not his type and neither from his tribe. Let me warn you before you gets your hopes up. Move out of the way let me pass….mtcheee

eeewwee….!

She sighed heavily as she walked pass me and still didn’t stop talking.

I was too excited and didn’t reply her or even pay attention to her.

That was how Philip saved my ass from being whooped.

He just showed up that day and helped my troubled soul.

What could i have done if he didn’t show up that day.

We get to laugh over it after few days when he invited me to sit with him by the pool side during the weekend.

He asked if I was seeing somebody, like in a relationship. that was the third time he was asking me that within two weeks and I still told him that I’m very very single.

“Why…. ? I’m surprised that you are single..

Maybe because I picture you differently Keji…

He said while looking from my eyes to my lips.

My heart skipped as I imagined him kissing me for the very first time.

I’m so much into Philip that even my body language speaks loudly of it.

Is very difficult for me to hide my feeling whenever we are close to each other.

I guess he knows it too but seem to be acting all cool.

He is very careful in other not to make mistake.

Philip is an articulated kind of person.

I replied him with a smile

“Seeing me differently still doesn’t change the fact that I’m still single Phil. I decided not to rush into a relationship like I used to do. I want something serious with somebody my heart yawns for… a very unique man whom I always want to call mine. I’m single because I want to be not because there’s no man in town who wants me. I want something different from what I used to have…

He smiled and decided not to ask me further questions.

I noticed the juice jug was running out before excusing myself to refill.

When I turned to look back at him he was looking at me and this was like the fourth time I have caught him looking at me from behind.

I flashed him a smile and he smiled back.

As I stepped away to get more juice in a jug my phone started ringing.

I didn’t know until when I returned and he was holding it.

“Kunle have been calling you…and he left a message which shows on your screen.

My heart skipped a little because new messages usually pops up on my phone screen whenever my phone is locked.

I poured more drink into his cup after dropping my phone back to the table without bothering to look at what Kunle sent.

“Are you two seeing each other? I mean Kunle…

“Mmmm! Yes…I went out with him like three times but there’s nothing serious is going on.

He was quiet as he looked at me.

“You hanged out in a bar? Hope you didn’t get drunk Keji? Or you visited his place…I don’t know why I’m not comfortable with the way you made hanging out with Kunle appear…but I guess my major concern is you getting drunk …and somebody taking advantage of you…

I rubbed my two sweating palm together and said.

“I didn’t get drunk Phil. The last time I got drunk was the evening I met you. Ever since then I have become more discipline than ever. I’m no more the arrogant, worldly Keji. I still have a little bit of every thing….crazy inclusive but my better side wins over the other part of me. I hanged out with Kunle in a bar…a very big executive bar and I also visited his place but nothing serious happened… neither did I drink out of proportion…

I said trying to sound convincing.

He took a sip from his juice cup before setting it down.

“Okay. You initially made it looks like you don’t like Kunle. I was even trying to convince you about him but you appear uninterested. I really don’t know Kunle but looking at him that day he was out for fun and had that desirable looks for you but you seem like he wasn’t your kinda man. What made you to suddenly reconsider him…?

As I opened my mouth to speak, his phone began to ring.

He answered the call and it was his mother who wanted him to drive down to somewhere and pick up something for her.

He stood and said we will continue our discussion next time.

I just felt it in my guts that Philip was slipping off again from me.

I looked at the message from Kunle.

“Baby I have been calling. I really missed you my love. Please, try let’s see, either at my place or at the big boys joint. I miss your pretty face Keji, your smile and your soft skin… Love you XOXOXO…!

This Kunle chose to send this kind of message at a very wrong time.

Why now that I’m with Philip who was showing interest in me already.

Something I have waited so long for and it was finally happening Kunle just want to destroy it with his senseless message.

I don’t know why he has refused to heed to the fact that I don’t want him.

I hope Philip won’t take anything about Kunle personal.

Three days later Philip still haven’t invited me to sit with him in the evening like he used to.

I was patient and waited for a week even two weeks but nothing.

He was hardly around and whenever he is he remains upstairs in his room.

I was looking for opportunity to see him but none came.

Untill one evening we were informed to make room and prepare a nice continental dish because Philip will be having visitor.

I saw when he left that weekend to the airport to pick his visitor.

I heard Ijeoma saying to my hearing that is his fiancee who went for her masters abroad.

They said her name was Amara.

Even Mrs Kanu seems happy as the visitor arrived.

I saw the skinny tall and beautiful girl hugged Mrs Kanu so tight.

They all seem happy even Philip was smiling.

She put a hand to Phil’s waist, kissed his cheeks again for the second time.

I guess she whispered how much she has missed him to his ear.

Two of the house staffs came to carry her luggage inside.

I gasped out in defeat. There was nothing left for me to do.

Philip and his woman are back and I guess their next agenda will be wedding.

At work the following day, Stella noticed my sad demeanor and asked if I was alright.

Ijeoma without waiting for me to reply said.

“She thought the boss will fall for her charms but his God is alive. his wife to be, our very own daughter of the soil and beauty to behold is back with a master degree. She even speaks like a foreigner and the boss can’t take his eyes away from her. Unfortunately, our very own sister ofe mmanu here can’t take the heart break…. hahahaha. She thought is by making oha soup or other of her concortion… or looking beautiful, she didn’t know there more to a man’s heart. Keji is suffering from heart breakage. Stella she will be alright…

Stella didn’t pay attention to what Ijeoma was saying.

She walked up to me and asked if I was alright and I told her that I’m very fine.

I even smiled to prove it but deep within Ijeoma was right.

Even though her English sound stupid but I’m seriously suffering from heart “breakage”

I’m just trying to be fine and move on.

I will still not consider Kunle even though I needed distraction right now.

Is probably because of the call and message Phil saw made him kept me at a distance.

I told him the truth without mincing word.

I really don’t know how to deal with Philip and his woman who suddenly appear when Philip was giving me a green light.

The worst was when Ijeoma asked me after two days to take drink to Philip and his Amara by the pool side where they were swimming together.

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MORENIKEJI.

Morenikeji-Episode 9

Written By Amah’s Heart. 

We had a nice time and before I left I went to Dammi to let her know that I was leaving and to congratulate her once again.

Philip was talking with Kwame, one of their Ghanaian friend.

as I was going over to the car to wait for Philip, Kunle came out from nowhere and started walking with me.

He was going over to the parking side like I was.

He asked if he can have my number atleast to call and say hello once in a while since we are both from the same tribe but I refused.

I told him that my boyfriend will not be pleased with such idea.

He persisted and refused to go until I give him the number.

I got to where Philip parked his car and waited.

I have to stand beside the car and wait since I’m not with the key.

“Instead of standing by your boyfriend’s car, come let’s sit together in mine and have a little more chat before he comes. Is not a gentleman like for me to leave you standing here alone…. night is already approaching. And your man could have given you the car key so that you sit inside and wait for him.

I ignored him and began thinking of a way to offend him so that he will leave me alone.

“This your broken front tooth isn’t making you a bit attractive for me. I’m a lover of good dentals and yours isn’t in line at all…

I didn’t mean what I said, Kunle looks good and his front teeth isn’t that bad at all but this dude needs to leave me alone.

I don’t want Philip that I have been fighting hard to get and praying that he finds me appealing, I don’t want him to come back and see me with Kunle talking again.

That may discourage him or makes him wave me aside.

Some men supposed to respect a lady and stop pushing too hard when she says she’s not interested.

After describing his tooh he wasn’t a bit offended, instead he started laughing before saying.

“Please try looking past the broken tooth. I know is not good to behold but I’m glad is not more than this. Let me tell you a story. Growing up I used to like soft drinks, I was around 16-17years when this happened I’m used to it. Is more than fifteen years already. I and my friends then went for a party, we were served a bottle of mineral each. While holding onto our unopened drinks we waited for opener. I love minerals and my patients was already running out while waiting for my drink to be opened. I have used my teeth on several occasions to open bottle drinks in the past so I decided to use my teeth. I discovered it was so tight, I tried harder and that was how my front tooth shattered leaving me with what you see now. Hahahaha! My friends will make jokes with it in the past and I will feel offended but with time I even forgot that I have such. None of my girlfriends in the past complained about it but if you want me to visit the dentist for a refilling I will be glad to do anything for you… my queen.

I saw Philip coming. It was obvious that kunle wasn’t ready to leave.

I quickly called out my number to him.

As he turned to leave Philip was already few feet away.

I watched as he went to his car, a Highlander fine blue Jeep.

Philip apologies for keeping me waiting before getting into the car.

I noticed that kunle didn’t drive off immediately, he waited for us to drive out first.

As Philip started the car and drove out, Kunle horned twice and Philip responded with his own horn.

” He obviously wants you Keji. I totally understand what you acted back there, I don’t know much about Kunle except through Chike but I guess he’s a nice guy…

He said while driving.

“But I want you Phil”

I didn’t say that out loud, only to my self.

Why can’t he understands that I only have eyes for him and nobody else.

Not even Kunle or any other man can make me feel the way Phil makes me feel.

As for Kunle, I don’t care if he is a nice guy, rich, famous or same tribe with me.

the only person that has given me sleepless nights is the man sitting beside me.

Why can’t Philip understand, why can’t he looks at me the way other men does.

With love or lust I don’t care.

He should look at me with desires in his lovely eyes.

Could it be that he is into a serious relationship and well committed to his woman.

“Thanks for your understanding at what happened back there with Kunle. I just wanted him to leave me alone. I apologise for bringing you into my little drama. I’m really glad you took no offense.

He nooded with a smile without looking at me.

He talked about Chike and Dammi’s wedding and how smooth the whole thing went.

He was obviously happy with his friend

“Have ever thought of getting married some day? like are you into any serious relationship that will eventually lead to marriage…

I asked without thinking but quickly apologize for asking him personal question.

… you can choose to ignore that. I… have forgotten that you are still my boss….

He began to laugh and I joined him.

He looked at me while still laughing before returning his focus on the road.

“Yes…I was into a relationship but she went for her master degree abroad and our communication and bonding began to die off gradually. Most times I call she is either too tired, reading, rushing out or busy with one thing or the other. And I also have my own business to run and when she calls I’m either in the middle of work which I will promise to call back but if I calls back she gives me this discouraging tone. I guess she needed time for herself and I’m giving her all the time she needs…

I don’t know if I should be happy because he’s half single or whole single or worried because is obvious he loves this girl.

“I’m sorry about that…

I said and I meant it.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about Keji. I’m totally fine. My Dad usually say to me that whatever is not meant to be….heaven won’t approve it no matter how humanly possible we try but whatever is meant to be will eventually happen…

I nooded in agreement.

I was expecting him to ask if I’m also in a relationship so that I can shout “very very single and searching”

But he didn’t ask and I didn’t bother telling him. That may appear too forward.

We arrived home and I thanked him for the ride before going over to my quarters.

When I turned back to look at him he was already walking into the main building without bothering to look at me.

As I lay in bed that night, I was almost giving up trying to make Philip notice how much I want to be in his life.

A call from a strange number interrupted my thoughts.

I angrily answered.

“Hello my Queen… Keji, this is Kunle… I’m just calling to know if you arrived home safe. Hope you are good…

I almost ended the call but I have been very rude to him and felt bad for making a harsh statement with his broken tooth which he still didn’t mind.

“I’m fine Kunle, how about you… did you arrive safe?

He gladly said he did.

He wanted to continue chatting over the phone but I told him that i wanted to sleep. I quickly ended the call.

I resumed work the following day.

I was a bit moody and tries to avoid Ijeoma at all cost.

I did whatever they asked of me and retired to my quarters immediately I finish for the day.

I try to avoid running into Philip, maybe if I stop seeing him I will be able to forget him.

For days I was cold towards everyone.

“I’m already thirty, I dreaded it so much but here I was. “Thirty and very single”

Dammi is married, Uzo is also married with a baby girl.

My Friends are all ahead, happily married and living their best life while I’m still trying to figure out my life.

I may appear hard and difficult physically but I also deserves a cuddle, a love note and nice date with the man I truly loves.

Kunle continued calling, he send in several chats of how he can’t stop thinking about me.

He said he knows that I’m in a relationship but still wanted me to know how he feels about me right from the first time he set his eyes on me.

All I did was to say “thank you” for the long epistle on how he loves me and will want to see me again.

He wasn’t discouraged as he continued pestering my life.

Philip has a visitor one evening, he sat with the lady by the pool side.

Ijeoma gave me food with drink to go and serve them.

I almost said “NO” but I remembered how much i needed this job.

I took the tray of fruit salad, grilled turkey in salmon sauce and smoothy to them.

The girl was laughing at whatever Philip said. She tapped his hand in the process of laughing and I almost dropped the tray on her head.

“Why is she stylishly touching his hand?

I said to myself before dropping the tray on the table.

They were still talking when I dropped the tray, I felt unnoticed.

I looked at Phil, he was talking while looking from the pool to the lady opposite him.

While the lady was staring at him all over with her full attention.

I started moving away she called me back.

“Get me a chilled bottle water…

I looked at her with anger forming on my chest.

She couldn’t even add “please”

Philip turned as I was about walking away and said.

“Keji please bring chilled water for my friend…Lola.

I nooded with a smile as I walked away.

I love the way he mentioned my name and said the whole thing.

Very pleasing to my hearing.

“Lola” so she is also Yoruba? Very disrespectful lady.

If she is this close to Philip which means Phil isn’t tribalistic or racists.

I later brought the water but “Aunty” Lola complains that it wasn’t cold enough.

“Sho gbo Yoruba? (Hope you understand Yoruba) Ko tutu rara” (is not cold at all)

She asked me to go and bring another, I went and brought another water.

Lola complained again that is too cold, more than the one I brought before.

Philip didn’t say anything, I walked away and retuned with another that is not so cold.

“, This one is not really cold. Since your name is Keji I guess you are Yoruba, I came down to your level and communicated in Yoruba because not everyone understands my British tongue… yet you didn’t grab. I meant something that is neither lukewarm or cold. Something a little bit more than room temperature. Hmmm…i guess you don’t understand my British accent. Most househelps finds it difficult to understand and communicate in good English but, no problem… let me manage the water like that…

I wanted to reply her but I thought of my job.

If not how important this Job is to me, I would have put Lola in her place.

Philip replied her.

“Keji is not a maid Lola…she is a full learned staff here.

She waved her hand to the air and replied Phil with

“Whatever”

I walked away and rounded up for the day before retiring to my quarters.

Kunle called again and with that vexation on my chest I decided to speak with Kunle calmly and even laughed at his dry jokes.

He asked if he can come and and take me out and I agreed, I told him by weekend.

I can’t come and kill myself over Philip although I still wants him very much but he obviously doesn’t want me.

Let me leave him with his so called fake British accent Lola with her ugly looking wig and fat lips like fifty naira ponmo (cow skin)her bad attitude stink like iru (locust beans). Nonsense!

Sometimes I wonder if is better to be with the one that loves you rather than the one you truly loves.

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MORENIKEJI.

Morenikeji-Episode 2

Written By Amah’s Heart. 

I want a big party as i’m about to turn thirty. I wish there is a stable man around maybe I will be looking forward to receiving an engagement ring too.

I really want the man for me just like Dammi got her Chike and just like one of my friend who is already married now. We call her Uzo, she got married to Tobi. I heard that she is already pregnant and expecting her first child.

What is really happening to me, what kind of bad luck is this.

Who am I even fooling? There is no way I can possibly find a well to do guy that will fit into my description before 14th of next month.

I remember there was a time Dammi’s boyfriend took us out.

No, it was twice not once and it was one of the most amazing and expensive place on earth.

That was one of the time in my life I felt alive…so much alive.

A place were the big boys and pretty ladies hang out.

People like myself. They call it unique pleasure lounge and it feels like it’s name.

I know my pockets are running empty, I don’t have a car or wardrobes filled with expensive wears, bags or shoes.

My rent just expired last week and very soon that shrewd looking landlady will start knocking on my door to ask for her money.

I have many things on my sleeve combined with the fact that I’m going to be turning thirty by next month.

Is this life really worth living?

The more I struggle to get to the top the more I find myself still crawling on the bottom.

The top is still unrealistic and my mates are running ahead of me.

By weekend, I will gather up the little money I have at hand and go and call an Uber driver who will take me to unique pleasure lounge.

I want to chill out, hang out with those that matters.

Some celebrities are mostly seen hanging out with babes there.

Is a very lively place to be and I can’t be boring myself to death in this lone house.

I want to be seen in the cycle of the rich and famous, who knows…I might get lucky and a good looking man in face and pocket also outgoing gentle man may notice me.

And with this thought of mine I began counting days till weekend.

Thursday gradually came but instead of running fast the days became too slow.

I couldn’t do anything than to watch and wait.

Finally, Saturday arrived.

I waited for evening to come before getting ready.

The cloth I planned on wearing was already assembled on my mind, oh, the jewelries were top notch.

All gold and it will make me outstanding. All thanks to Lukemon.

the shoe and mini Dina luby bag that I bought expensive when I was dating Lukemon, the jewelry dealer.

I missed Lukemon.

Let me tell you a short story about Lukemon the fat nose.

He accused me of stealing some of his jewelry and I denied it. Because I wasn’t the one. I know I can be too forward but believe me when I say I didn’t do a thing.

I Know he gave me a lot of expensive things, including fine jewelries but I needed more.

I saw two beautiful one that I like so much.

I asked him to give me but he refused.

I kept pestering him for it but he still refused and gave his reason which I took and decide not to trouble him again.

I have made a joke to him earlier before the jewelries got missing.

I told him that if he doesn’t give them to me I may send a rat to sneak it away.

We both laugh over the joke.

I was surprised when he called me one faithful morning asking me to return the stolen items.

I told him I wasn’t the one but he didn’t believe me.

He even threaten to involve the police if I don’t return the missing expensive jewelries.

I wasn’t afraid of his threats. I asked him to go ahead because I was innocent.

I even told him to ask his staffs. Is probably one of them that took it or a customer but he insisted that I was the one.

Well, that was how we went separate ways.

He called me names like golddigger, a lying slot and many other horrifying name.

I was so pained that I received such insult from a man. The most painful part was mainly because I was innocent of the whole accusations.

If I have taken those items I wouldn’t have mind being called anything but I didn’t.

Well, I also gave him his own dose of medicine as a send off.

A whole load, well packaged insult I sent right after him.

I moved on with my Life.

After three months, he started calling to inform me that it was one of his staff that stole it.

He caught her on camera stealing and she confessed stealing the said jewelries that I was accused off.

He apologized and was ready to make it up to me.

You can’t insult me the way you did and expected me to return back to your arm.

I Know I have bills to pay and I know Lukemon will pamper me very well this time after My vindication.

But I still have my pride and dignity.

The way he insulted me is beyond repair and “I’m sorry” note that he was giving me can’t remedy the damages.

I told him that I had forgiven him and forgotten the whole chaotic drama but is actually a lie.

I might have forgiven but who will forget such a huge accusations that was labelled down your throat.

That was how the whole thing ended with Lukemon.

I had many gifts and jewelry during his regime and is still serving me and will continue to serve me until i have no use for it again.

I got ready as I planned. I made sure everything I wore was classy.

I took time to apply my makeup and arrange my hair.

I spray my Franklin perfume.

It has one of the nicest fragrance that I have ever come across.

It was a gift from one of my dear friend and ever since then I have been pinching it.

If I’m not going anywhere I won’t spray it at all and that was how it lasted for me till now.

The good part is that it last for so long on my body before fading off.

After spraying it, I checked the remaining one and it was remaining just small.

It pained me but I understand the part that it can’t last forever.

I checked myself all over again before leaving.

My Uber was already waiting outside as I stepped out.

Funny enough the Uber gave me a nice compliment on my looks and dressing.

As I arrived at the unique pleasure lounge, I noticed some guys standing beside their cars.

Either on phone, talking with a woman or with their follow guys.

I was happy that the Uber I took was neat and is a fine car.

They will probably assume is my car and my driver dropped me off which is not a bad assumption at all.

I can’t possibly dress up like I did, with my long heels and start jumping bike,

That will be too embarrassing.

I did what I feel is the best for me and I’m feeling very proud of myself.

I made sure that every step count as I launched my Gucci black bender eye shade on.

I can feel their eyes behind my back as I walked in majestically.

The place was a little crowded but I know I can not dress up like this and one rich and famous won’t notice me.

I sat at the bar side, opposite the bartender sipping my two shot of drink

Something I can afford. I don’t want to get my hopes high and get disappointed.

I’m not the only good looking lady sitting idle and waiting for a catch.

I have gotten my hopes high in two occasions, I don’t want to make it third.

I will just sit here and sip my drink slowly but with a pride like that of peacock as if I do not care about anybody.

Deep down I care and I’m praying to the God of luck to favor me with a good looking man. Both in looks and in pocket.

I will sit and pretend to be fine and act like I can buy the entire building with everyone in it.

Despite how classy I was looking, the only money with me is my transportation back home just in case my whole plans fails.

It happens but I’m hoping that I will not return home the same way I left.

I hope God will be kind enough to listen.

I want a fine looking man like Chike.

But where are the men I dressed to kill for?

Why are they not approaching me and checking me out.

Wait a minute, did they think I came with a man or maybe I have a boyfriend?

Why am I still sitting alone with this single drink when I should be taking like four to six shots by now with the way I look.

“Hellooooo beauty…”

Oh thanks goodness! somebody finally got the courage to approach me.

I will pretend like I did not hear him or even know that he was standing beside me with the finest cologne ever.

“Pretty lady, is the sit beside you vacant…can I join you?

He said again while moving closer.

Why does he sound familiar.

What do I care, let me just check out his looks before asking him to siiii….

“Chike!!

As I looked up from my high sit, I almost screamed out my shock.

I thanks the universe that I didn’t fall off from my chair.

Lo and behold it was the devil himself.

Yes, Chike. It was Chike… Dammi’s man.

He was looking lavishing and I couldn’t help but stare with pleasure.

He was smiling from ear to ear as he took a seat beside me.

“Nike..I sighted you from a distance and knew you are the one. You are looking good babe. What are you doing here all by yourself…?

Could this be a mere coincidence?

I thought within myself.

Oh mine!

Could this be my own Chike in a familiar body or is it Dammi’s Chike?

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