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PULL OVER (EPISODE 6)

I know I said I would be posting Saturdays and Sundays but I couldn’t help but share this part already.

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Zoya’s POV

I headed into the conference room with an air of positivity and prayer. We are going to flow. Exchange pleasantries. Lord please I don’t want someone bullying me. I am young I know, but you know I tried to make it on time.

In my state of optimism and monologue, I almost ran into the head cleaner with her wet floor sign and a mop. The only thing that saved me from a good fall with cleaning water splashed all over me was that she was only carrying her apparatus to go return them. Water just has it for me this morning.

“E ma binu Aunty.” I apologized in Yoruba. Don’t be angry ma’am.

“Haba Aunty Zoya, gently o.” She smiled as she adjusted her cleaning apparatus and walked away.

I know yeah, all the staffs love me. It’s like I don’t have a choice, I’m more like their baby. I don’t know who let my age out or maybe because I was the first intern to be hired with a baby face.

I had to pause, to adjust my gown, then take a deep breathe so I can calm down before I made things worse than they were. My clothing was not as damp as it was and I felt more comfortable in them. My morning had better be good with all the good mornings I have received. After my breathing exercise, I gained enough composure and calmness to completed my walk to the conference room.

There was only one person in there waiting for me, so I summoned courage, knowing that the only reason why this representative is still around is because of respect for Dr. Wole. I pushed open the glass panel and walk into the conference room, feeling professional and in control. I have to play the perfect host.

“Good morning sir,” I piped in a voiced that sounded off to me, then cleared my throat and came up with something more like myself. “Good morning sir.”

Where did all my confidence go?

The partner smirked and motioned for me to sit on one of the about twenty similar chairs surrounding the long mahogany conference table. I felt like slapping the smirk off his face but he is actually cute and I am the person who is in the wrong. This is wrong, why should he be the one telling me to sit, I’m supposed to be my boss. Dr. Wole would be so embarrassed. He didn’t even bother to return the greeting.

As I made myself comfortable, etiquette made me apologize, I did not like him one bit already. He was even younger than I had imagined, feeling all put together. I was expecting someone older not him. “I’m sorry I kept you waiting.”

“So” he continued as if we have had previous meetings. “You enjoy doing this?” I looked at him as though he had lost it and kept on staring, forgetting the documents I was supposed to hand over to him and connecting my laptop to the big screen on the wall. “Taking another person’s role, I mean.”

I smiled politely. Even though he had not responded to everything I had said, he sounded like someone with a good sense of humor. With all his cuteness, he looked familiar; I knew if I had met him before, I would likely not forget him. He was not beautiful; he was handsome, bold manly features and all.

“Yes, sir. Excuse me please, I need to set this up.” I stood up and walked towards the screen big screen on the other end of the conference room to configure the setting with my laptop. I took my time and he kept quiet. The silence in the room was loud and but I decided to hold my ground. While configuring the machines which took less than three minutes, the longest minutes of my life because I could feel eyes roving me from across the room, I noticed some staffs passing through the hall. It was weird though as I noticed one be Feyi, one of the project’s leaders who shouldn’t be on this floor at all. It was none of my business; I just need to make sure this man understands what he came for. By the time I took my sat down opposite him again, he continued as if the silence had never happened.

“That’s good. Considering the fact that some people don’t actually like living their lives you could be in lots of money.” I swear, if I understood what he just said, I would have responded. Therefore, I smirked and went straight to the point.

“I’m sorry for arriving late sir…” he wasn’t even listening, he was typing away on his phone, after doing that, he looked up at me with a childish twinkle in his eyes, like the joke was on me. My mobile phone buzzed, making a chirpy sound. Oh crap, why didn’t I silence my phone before stepping? “Sorry,” I muttered in between my speech as I ignored it and quickly set my phone to vibrate only “… and so I am to also understand the procedures in documents and proceeding before you leave. I have actually gone through them and would need only clarifications for pages seven and…twenty-five.”

I raised up my head from the document I was flipping to face him and he didn’t utter a word. That look was still pasted on his face and it was looking more like a smirk now. I wish to God this was not work related, I would have called him out for checking me out while setting up and as well making me feel like a fool after getting me to think he was cool with me.

“Check your phone.” He moved his head slightly towards where I had placed my phone on the table. His smile still on.

With a practiced professional smile, I responded. “I’ll do that later, so as not to delay you.”

He smiled. “It could be your boss.”

Oh, snap! I had not thought about that and I immediately picked up my phone from underneath the office folder. It was when I pulled the notification bar down that my brain reminded me that Dr. Wole and I only communicate via emails and the ringtone that sounded, wasn’t it? An instant message it was and as I was about to drop my phone, another message came in.

Manir:

You look so hot I have been wondering to myself why we haven’t met sooner. 8:38 AM

It is I. 8:40 AM

I stared at the messages for seconds that seemed like hours, raised up my head to stare briefly at Mr. Andrews. “Some seconds sir.” And focused back on my phone. I am a very sharp girl, but sometimes, when the mind wants to play tricks on the sharpest minds, it does it so well.

“Take your sweet time.” Was his response.

I quickly tapped on my menu icon, swiped, tapped on the gallery and scrolled down to the set of stingy pictures Manir had at one time sent to me. He wasn’t much of a picture person and too busy to be changing display pictures.

I held my breath, grinned to myself, then after composing myself, faced Manir with a professional look.

“So you are Andrews M. Benedict?” He just kept smiling. “You knew all along?”

“When I saw you entering, I supposed my thoughts conjured you up until I saw the door move.” He placed one hand on his chin and looked me up with a flirty look, it looked natural on him albeit he was in a suit and should be looking professional.

I kept on soaking all of him in and next thing I know, we both burst out laughing.

The universe can be funny. After all our attempts at seeing face to face, we finally meet on my most awful day as an employee. I don’t know who would love this gist more; Zena or Chiluba. “Cute aren’t I?” he said as I was still staring at him and I broke off smiling.

“Say I give you a breakdown of all he needs without scolding you for arriving late; you’ll accept that you’ll allow me to pick you up after work today as I have a flight to catch tomorrow?”

Who could resist that?

We immediately went through both documents everything and even more than they were supposed to go through. He had left around a few minutes to 10 AM after calling the people he was to meet that he would be a little late.

“So we meet after work? I have to be out of the country for a five-day convention tomorrow morning.” With a smile like that, how could I resist?

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The Church Scandal (Episode 8)

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The Church Scandal (Episode 8)

 

On the night of the graduation, Just after the
ordination, a gospel party was thrown at the
school auditorium for the graduates.
Uduak, Mfon, Inibehe and Eno were seated on
the same table. They had a sip of the heavens
wine over again, until it finished and they
demanded for another one.

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“This doesn‟t taste like the Nigerian table wine.”
Eno said to Mfon.
“Of course not. My daddy used to buy a lot of
this when he visited here.” Uduak said.
Eno stared at her meanly and said, “I wasn‟t
talking to you. I am talking to my husband.”

Mfon was already tired of trying to stop the
bicker between his wife and Uduak, he just gave
a loud sigh and shook his head.
Inibehe was searching for Nduke with his eyes in the crowd.

When he finally caught a glimpse of her in the
crowd trying to walk herself out of the door, he
got up and followed her.
She went to have a sip of the dark rum she’d
used in baking her birthday cake.

She gulped down the last sip of it and threw the
bottle on the sandy floor. He was right behind
her, but she wasn’t aware. A sudden cold wind
gusted on her. She held herself together and
strolled toward the school beach side. It was
lonely and cold, but the dark rum kept her warm.

She couldn’t think of anything else but Inibehe,
the picture of him appeared in her head.
She stared at the waters, the way it unfold itself and scattered into the sands, running toward
her. She was not aware that Inibehe was right
behind her.

“Nduke….” He called out her name so gently she
felt an inexplicable need to cry. She knew it was
him, the sound of his voice skipped her heart. He looked like a man ready for a confrontation.

“I won‟t let you go, I promise. Don’t be sad.”
His voice ran like a caress over nerves stretched
too tight. She fought an urge to throw herself
into his arms.
“There’s a storm coming in, you have to stand
with me. You have to stand with me in this
storm, because there will be no umbrella.”

He hugged her backwardly, her scented body
lotion thrilled the moment.
Her hand lifted to stop him, but he held them
tight and began to kiss her again.
Inibehe knew it might be the last time he was
going to kiss her that way, so he kissed her even
deeper and more passionately that she felt the
impact when he released her lips and took it
back like he was never going to let it go.

As they sank into the white sand by the beach
side, She told herself that she was going to
forsake her ego and be with the love of her life.
His presence still managed to take a lot of hurts
and sad feelings away at the moment.

He cried when she took his hands to her chest.
“Make love to me for the last time.” She said. He
flashed her grin and her heart stood still. How
was it possible to feel so enervated, yet so
completely aware all at that same time?
“I won‟t make love to you. Let’s get married here and now.”

“How? No pastor to bless us.”
“We are pastors, we were ordained today. God is
here already. Let’s make vows. look…” He
brought out a necklace that had a picture of him
inside a tiny frame. And showed her the one that had a picture of her inside a closed tiny frame too. Ridiculous tears stung her eyes.

Inibehe hung the necklace that had his picture
on it on her neck. It was gold necklace with a
diamond pendant of their faces in it. He took her hands and cut her fingers with a tiny blade.
“Ouch!” She exclaimed painfully. He licked the
blood in her hands without seeking for her
permission. He then cut his hands with the blade and she licked his blood too without hesitation.

“I will love you forever.” He said with so much
passion.
“I will love you forever too.” He withdrew his
hand slowly, trailing it over her skin. It began to
rain softly, and then wind driven rain began to
beat them. He began to giggle, while she
laughed. But there were still sadness in her eyes.

“I can‟t believe I did this.” He said. “I just wanna prove to you that I can’t ever love someone else.” He said, staring at her as if he were trying to see past her words, to read her thoughts.

They didn’t make love. He couldn’t just do it. He
felt he was taking advantage of her body simply
because she would let him.
They hugged themselves in the rain until the icy
cold ran through their spines.

He’d dreamed about her, her remarkable eyes,
but he’d only pictured them filled with sadness
that nearly matched his own.

 

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DIARY OF A PASTOR’S WIFE (EPISODE 6)

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DIARY OF A PASTOR’S WIFE (EPISODE 6)

 

The cool air felt heavy against my bare arms, as
if they were holding onto raindrops that were
reluctant to fall. It was a cold Sunday evening,
I sat comfortably under the comfort of my
children’s duvet, while I watched them sleep.

Diary of A Pastor’s Wife (Episode 5)

Then I heard familiar voices in the sitting room.
David and Ifeoma were back from church.
“Don’t worry, she won’t do anything to you.
Take off your jacket, let’s go inside.”

David Instructed, serious faced as they entered
the sitting room. Ifeoma sat quietly on the
couch. Her heart skipped a bit when she saw
me appear in the sitting room, immediately she
sensed my watchful eyes, she became bold
and confident.

“You should let me be please madam Ekom. It
is not my fault that pastor wants Me.” she said
in a shaky tone.
“Get prepared for where God will be taking you
to Ifeoma. Very soon, you will be so ashamed of yourself, God has revealed to me how such
a day will be.”

“And I hope he also revealed to you that I
have finally agreed to divorce you Ekom. You
and your adopted kids should start packing.”
David said, he didn’t look directly at my face.
I flew on the center table firmly and slapped
him twice on the Face.

You and your Adulterous lover will leave this
house of my sweat for me and my Children. I
toiled with you! Prayed that we grow together.
I carried the sands of this house on my head,
which led to my first and last miscarriage!
Go to hell with your divorce paper, I am God’s
own woman, I detest divorce. I will be patient.

Go to hell with your church! With your lover!
Shame on you two! ” I snapped at them, I was
throwing curses at them. Tears rolled down my
cheeks, I made choking sounds as I walked
angrily into the Room. A film of sweat coated
my entire body like a second skin.

The silence was broken only by the whir of the
ceiling fan as it sliced through the still air.
David sat down and slowly lowered his head
into his hands.
“Ekom, unbelievable. You mean David said
these words to you?”
Pastor Felix asked. He has been David’s
childhood friend since the days of theological
school. He founded a big church and had a
large congregation too.

Pastor Felix was a mature looking man, who had grey hairs and wore round spectacles at all times. He was a learned man of God who was highly respected.
He was also the president of Pastors Forum.

“How can a church as big as Hills ministries
condone such sinful act from their pastor? I am
so disappointed to hear this. What did Lady
Georgina say about this?” He asked in a
baritone voice.

My eyes were heavy, and I was trying so hard
to control tears from running out again.
“It’s okay Ekom. I am really sorry. I need you
to pray seriously now. You are a strong
woman.” he said as he patted my back softly.

“I am holding a pastor’s meeting for this
reason by tomorrow.” He said authoritatively.
My nerves bit with frustration and tension. I
was so ashamed that my marriage was going

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GOOD GIRL, BAD GIRL “THE STORY OF A RUNS GIRL” (EPISODE 4)

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GOOD GIRL, BAD GIRL “THE STORY OF A RUNS GIRL” (EPISODE 4)

Tega’s laughter subsided, but a wistful smile
remained on her face.
Omote had told her about her encounter with
Isioma, who was popularly known as ‘the
school fucker’ in secondary school.

GOOD GIRL, BAD GIRL “THE STORY OF A RUNS GIRL” (EPISODE 3)

“Does she still do that her busy body?” Tega
asked, smiling wide.
“Ahhh….yes o.” Omote giggled.
“I am surprise that she said she is married.
what then was she doing at a hotel with a
small boy?”

“I don’t know o. She asked me to call her. So
maybe we will talk about that when we see.”
“Ah! Isioma the crazy girl.” Tega laughed.
There was a loud knock on the door. Tega and
Omote wondered who it was.
“Are you expecting a visitor?” Tega asked.
“No.”

Omote walked to the door and opened it
immediately she saw who it was.
“It’s Kennedy.” She whispered to Tega and
clicked the door open.
“Where is my money?” Kennedy asked in a
baritone voice. His face became stern. There
were beads of sweat on his face, and he
looked pale.

Omote did not look at his face, rather, she felt
his surprise.
“He didn’t touch me.” Omote said with a frown
on her face.
“Meaning?”
“Meaning that he didn’t give me any money.”

“Liar!” Kennedy yelled. ” You mean that a
whole Chief Akporo who gives girls 100k as
thanks for coming, did not give you a dime
Omor?”
“Maybe he doesn’t like me. But I swear on my
late father’s grave, that man didn’t give me a
kobo. He only said that he was going to see
me again.”

“If I find out that you are lying enh, I will make
sure Chief doesn’t see you again.” His voice
was getting louder, his head bobbing. He
walked away and slammed the door
aggressively.

“Omor. Kennedy introduces you to big men? I
thought you said he is just a good friend?”
Tega asked softly, she continued, “Did the man
give you money?”
“Holy mary, Yes!” She yelled. “He gave me
200k, and I am supposed to give Ken 20k.”
She sat gently on the couch.

“So why can’t you give him, since you will have
a whole 180k to yourself?”
“Because I am trying to set up a business for
you. Since you can’t use what you have to get
what you want. let me be the twerp.”

“I didn’t send you to go about sleeping with
men for money. I will not give out my body for
Money!” Tega said arrogantly.
“But you can sleep with a man for love and silly
emotions? See, I am not doing this for you, I
am doing this for mama. She has suffered
enough for Us. If I want to waste my time, and
watch you as my elder sister to hustle and take
care of us, we will all die.

Start thinking of what you can do, so that I can make plans to give you some money. you think sey to find job for Lagos na beans?” Omote said and walked angrily into the room.
Tega said nothing. She sat carefully on the
couch and bit her finger nails.

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