Anita was extremely glad when the returning journey finally ends and she landed safely in her house. Heavily tired from the stress, she sank on the couch craving for something chilled.

The concert had been really wonderful and she had God to thank for that. Despite all attempts by the devil to spoil it for her, God foils his plan and made her emerge victoriously. A whole lot of people collected her number and that of her manager, promising to call her for more shows.

She went to the bar and rewarded herself with a cup of a nonalcoholic drink. As she drinks, her manager came in.
‘Oh, Charles congratulate me.’ She went and gave him a hug.
‘How was the journey, Anita?’ He asked.
‘Charles the concert was awesome, I did excellently.’ She announced gleefully.

‘Is that true?’ Charles asked casually.
‘Of course, come let me tell you about it.’ She literally dragged him to the bar, poured him a drink and narrated the whole story but excluded the part of the mysterious man.

Charles tried to seem as if he was interested in the story but Anita later saw through him that he wasn’t excited.
‘What’s wrong Charles? You don’t seem so happy.’
‘Anita dear, I don’t want to burst your bubble but there was a problem with your performance.’ He spoke frankly.

‘What problem?’ She queried.
‘The second song, you shouldn’t have sung it.’ Charles pointed out.
‘But what am I supposed to do when I was done with the song I already presented and the crowd was still clamoring for me to sing more.’ She complained.

‘You should have sung any general song. That song isn’t done yet and you almost made a fool out of yourself with it.’ He reprimanded.
‘Alright am sorry. So when are we releasing my single?’ She asked.

‘Don’t you know you have already messed that up?’
‘How Charles? You told me my single will get release after this concert.’ She said with her voice slightly raised.
‘Calm down Anita, am speaking in your interest. We can’t drop that single leaving the other undone song at the mercy of copycats. You need to drop the two together.’ He explained.

‘Alright, I will finish the song before the week runs out and we will release it by the weekend.’ She promised.
‘That’s my girl.’ Charles praised.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

The doorbell to a beautiful duplex rang. Inside, Segun lay wasted on the floor, naked save for his boxers. Beside him lay another naked female body only conscious with an occasional snore. The doorbell rang again and he struggled to get up but lost his balance and stumbled.

Remembering what he needed to get on his feet, he crawled to the table and picked up the matches box on it. He poured little white powder from the matches on the lady’s back and sniffed. The doorbell rang for the third time.

‘Am coming .’ He shouted.
He opened the door and was met with the face of Benson his manager.
‘How far my man?’ Segun greeted.
‘Nature what have you been up to.’ Benson asked before he entered and witnessed the answer to his question.
‘Oh my this place is a mess, where is your maid?’ He inquired again.

‘She traveled for the weekend, don’t know when she would be back.’ Segun used his leg to gently tap the sleeping girl. She wakes and groggy went to the toilet.
‘I really won’t talk about that now.’ Benson said referring to the lady.

‘I came to hear the feedback of your trip to Abuja. What did you and the event planner conclude?’ Benson pressed further.
Segun went to the bar and poured his friend a wine.
‘Am not sure am interested in doing the show again.’ Segun replied.

‘What do you mean?’ Benson asked surprisingly.
‘I don’t know, just don’t feel great about it.’ Segun explained further.
‘You didn’t see the event planner did you?’ Benson asked.
‘No, I got into something else and couldn’t make it to the meeting.’ Segun explained.

‘You are really crazy. Call me when you are in your right sense.’ Benson stood up angrily, making for the door.
‘At least Benson, wouldn’t you like to know what I got into?’ Segun said expecting his friend to turn back but instead, he heard the door slam.


Oluwafunminiyi Komolafe


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