Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts

Friday, June 16, 2017

In Search of Mr Perfect(Episode 11)

The day was sweltering, and Miriam put on her sunglasses all through in the car, until they got home. She was quiet all the while, and Imabasi wondered what was going on with her.
When Troy stopped the car right before their house, Miriam was the first to alight hastily.
The first step she took was jarring.

Imabasi gave Troy a kiss on the lip and walked as fast as she could behind her friend.

"You don't seem okay?" Imabasi asked sadly.
"I am fine. I am not just in the mood." Miriam retorted.
"No you're not. You were so excited to join Troy and I for a weekend vacation. And then this morning, you said you wanted to come back home."

Miriam clicked the door open as she glared at Imabasi. "Richard wants me."
"That's not true. You told Richard you were going to be with Troy and I this weekend. And he allowed you, because you said he has something to do in Loxford. Why are you lying to me? Don't you like Troy?" Imabasi asked with a stern look.

Miriam sniffed in disgust as she threw her handbag on the sofa.
"Where was Troy last night, few hours after dinner?" Miriam asked, her face suffused with bitterness.

"I was deeply asleep...Most times he plays the PS3 game in the sitting room, so I am sure he was there while I was asleep."

"No, you're not sure. He was right in the guest room, running his hands down my thighs, trying to reach my panties, so he could sleep with me and...."
"Stop it, stop it this minute! My Troy isn't the person you're talking about right now. I won't have you talk about my boyfriend like that. He loves me, he will never want any other woman."

Miriam said softly,
"I didn't want to tell you this. But you forced me to. This is the last time I am going to talk to you about Troy. He is not the guy you think he is. He is a womanizer, he a cheat, he is worse than a rapist, he is a...."

"Just shut up! You're jealous. You're jealous of me, you can't have him. He is better than your Richard, whom you wash his dirty linens and you're just so tired of his boring, stupid, dirty life! My Troy is much better. I can't even compare him to your Richard. I don't wanna ever see you cross my bedroom door. 

Stay in your lane, I stay in mine."  She glared angrily at her as she walked away, and she turned back in time to see Miriam's fury. Miriam actually smiled, a bittered smile, which only mad her angrier.

There was disappointment written all over Miriam's face. She didn't know what to say or do. She lowered herself on the sofa, breathing in and out.
Suddenly, Imabasi flew out from the room to the sitting room, she stood before Miriam and said, "I brought you from Nigeria to London, I organized your visa, bought you a ticket. 

I made you, I made.  And now, you wanna pay me back by ruining the only perfect thing I have ever had."
Miriam pretended not to hear her, but instead stared at her angry reddish face.

"As I told you earlier, you're dating a male whore! If there is any word like that. If I had known, I would have screamed the roof down when he came to me last night. But I pitied him. I pitied you. I didn't wanna see that tears in your eyes, I didn't wanna see the shame.

He couldn't even get his eyes off my breast. My Richard can never be so lustful towards a woman, not even my friend. Instead of you raising your voice, and embarrassing yourself here, why not go investigate more on this guy. 

You don't know him. Whatever he told you about himself are all lies. He is a Casanova, and he is never going to change, not even because of you. Because you're so naive and stupid!"
Miriam said with anger in her tone, while Imabasi nodded tearily.

Miriam took her handbag and walked away with long strides, her voice deepening several tones when she said, "get out of my way!"

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Thursday, June 15, 2017

In Search of Mr Perfect(Episode 10)

Troy made pork pies and Bratwurst stew with sauerkraut.
He lined the bowls of food on the dinning table and after the cutleries and  plates were set, he called on Imabasi and Miriam.

"Ladies, food is ready." He said aloud.
Imabasi became excited as she held Miriam's hand and sat on the chair.
"Troy is a good cook." Imabasi said excitedly.
"Good for you." Miriam retorted unusually.
The three of them began to eat. Miriam didn't like the pork pies, but she liked the bratwurst stew, and she ate more of it.

"You're a good cook." Miriam said, turning her gaze to Troy.
"I am glad you like it." He said as his gaze traveled from her face down to her breasts, and when Miriam felt the hardness of his stare, she became uncomfortable and uneasy.
"I am filled." She said, and dropped the fork and the knife.

"So soon? You should eat more." Troy said soothingly.
She studied him for a moment before she answered.
"No, I am fine." Miriam said softly.
Imabasi gaze at Miriam immediately and took off her eyes. She suspected something wasn't right with Miriam, but she wasn't sure what it was.

Imabasi led Miriam to the guest room after they had a bottle of white wine. The room didn't have a door, and she was scared of sleeping there alone.
"Can you come stay with me here please?" Miriam said.

"Of course not. Troy will want me in his arms." She stared directly at Miriam's eyes and said, "Is everything alright with you? You are not comfortable here."
"I will be fine." Miriam said, and walked into the room, leaving the light switch on.

A moment later, Miriam was sleeping soundly when a hand lightly ran through her thighs.
In confusion, she blinked her eyes, disoriented for a moment, and then her eyes widened on Troy.
Everything came rushing back to her at once, when she sat up quickly, she realized that he was naked. His heart slammed into his gut, and he quickly stood up from the bed. 

His voice was low when he said, "I fell in love with you the moment I saw you, let's make love to seal this please. I can tell your friend that I don't love her anymore, it's you Miriam."
Miriam was shaking in horror.

"Please just leave here before I scream. I am going to scream, you can't love me. You're not what Ima thinks you're. You're a Casanova, you're a player, and if you lay your hands on me, I will arrest you, I will tell the police that you are a rapist. And you know what that means?" Miriam said in a shaky tone, as she held the duvet to herself. 

"You have a beautiful skin, breast and butt. I love it." He whispered, his words hit with full force.
"Get out please. Just go..." Miriam said in a low, but deeper voice.
She gave him a scathing glare as he walked out of the room.

She mumbled under her breath, biting back an angry retort.
She couldn't sleep anymore. She sat up on the bed, thinking about how she was going to tell her best friend, that the man she claims loves her so much sneaked into her thighs in the middle of the night.
It sounded heavy in Miriam's mouth, she wondered how Imabasi was going to feel when she tells her of Troy's behavior.

Through the endless sleepless night, she had thought of Imabasi and Troy. She recalled how Imabasi boasted about him, and thought of how she was going to feel if she found out that he wasn't just that guy she thought he was, he was worse than the others.

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Wednesday, June 14, 2017

In Search of Mr Perfect ( Episode 9)

Miriam was typing with her laptop when Imabasi walked into her room.
She was on her bed, and only the typing sounds from the keyboard was heard.
She took a sip of coffee and dropped it back on the stool beside her bed.

"What do you want in my room? This is my own space Imabasi." She said with an angry tone.
Imabasi stared at her pitifully. She clasp her hands together and then pondered for a while on what to say to Miriam.

"I am so sorry for what happened between us. I am such a naughty friend bestie. I should have just let you use my bathroom without bickering. I am sorry."
She said softly.

Miriam looked into her eyes, and all she saw was contrition in her gaze.
She reached for her hands, and led her closer to the bed. Her eyebrow arched, and she gave her a hard Look.

"I forgive you." Her tone was deeper, as a light smile curved her lips.
Imabasi gave her an unexpected hug, they squeezed their eyes shut and took a long breath.
"I missed you!" Imabasi said amusedly.

"Me too." Miriam responded. They were both relaxed in each others arms.
"For getting you pissed, I am gonna pay for the rent next month alone, and take you on a weekend trip to somewhere." Imabasi whispered excitedly as she redrew herself gently from Miriam's arms.

"Your new boyfriend must be a champ!"
Miriam exaggerated, while Imabasi nodded delightedly.
"He wants me to bring you over to his house for a weekend. 

He is so sweet! He cooks, gives me foot massage when I am stressed out, cuddles me, doesn't nag, he smells like wonder. He has this sensual and sexy smile he drowns me with..."

"I hope he doesn't have bushy armpit like Teddy your crush from Columbia?"
"Mimi! awweeee..." She squealed. "Don't remind me of that son of a pig. He was everything foolish."

Miriam was laughing out loud, and Imabasi was laughing too. Laughing and playing, and feeling like a kid, like they had when they were in secondary back in Nigeria.
"You have met so many types of men in this country. 

At a point, I was praying to God to just ignore your silliness over making a choice and keeping to it, and thanks to him he has finally given you the almighty perfect Troy."

Imabasi excitedly watched Miriam as she talked about her encounter with men and kept laughing and breathing out aloud.
"You're a big case Mimi, you mean you remember all of them huh? Do you remember Teejay from Wembley?"

"You mean the guy  who had a brown tooth and tiny legs? The guy was almost a dwarf."
Imabasi's laugh sounded like a cry, as she laughed out aloud, clapping her hands together.
"Teejay is the shortest man I have ever seen in London. And he was so loud. He kept talking about how he had sex with a girl at Northala remember that story?
"...And the girl screamed his name uncountable times." 

The two women laughed and joked till they were tired. They made dinner together and planned on visiting Troy.

A week after Imabasi and Miriam's reconciliation, they went on a weekend vacation at Troy's place.
Troy couldn't take his eyes off Miriam when he saw her from afar; Walking down from the house with a small traveling box to the car. 

His stare was lustful, and the two women didn't notice.
" Hi honey, meet my best friend and only sister Miriam." Imabasi said, pointing her hands to both directions.

"It's a pleasure Miss Miriam. I have heard so much about you." Troy said, as he shook hands with Miriam and held her hands tight. Miriam forcefully redrew her hands from his and gave a forceful laugh.
She fought against a fear that was so dark it felt as if she was smothering in it.

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Tuesday, June 13, 2017

In Search Of Mr Perfect (Episode 8)

Imabasi was seething with anger when she saw that Miriam was in her bathroom.
She had just returned back from work when she heard water rushing into the water cistern.
She began to remove her dress, and then her shoes.

Miriam startled when Imabasi called her by her native name, "Ekemini Udobot! Come out from my bathroom before I pull you out!"
"Oh Ima so sorry. I knew you won't like this. The water cistern in my toilet isn't flushing. I will have to call the plumber later."

"You know I hate sharing my bathroom with anyone. What if you've got infections like fungals and bacteria, what if you've got candidiasis and itchy vaginal infection?" Her face suffused with bitter anger. But before she could say something else, Miriam was out from the bathroom. The towel was loosely tied around her, she gave Imabasi an angry stare.
"You're saying all these to me just because I used your toilet? Have you forgotten I also contribute to the house rent?"

"I don't care. You have your bathroom I have mine. Use yours. You know how I hate sharing my things with anybody." She said, as she picked up the folded clothes and threw them in a traveling bag.
"I won't give you the opportunity to talk to me anyhow again." Miriam said softly, as she walked out of the room and then paused.
"Victor called the land Line. He said he really wants to see you, that your number isn't going through."

"Next time he calls, tell him I have a date now. I have a boyfriend, the perfect boyfriend I have always wanted! Shame to you all!" She said aloud. But Miriam gave a loud sigh, shook her head and walked away.

Few moments later, there was a loud horn from a car outside. Imabasi checked through the window, her heart skipped as she saw Troy's car.
"He is here!" She said excitedly to herself as he packed few clothes in her handbag and walked hastily to where Troy parked.

Troy came out of the car to assist her with her bag. She stumbled and almost fell but for the firm grip he kept on her arm.
"Sorry darling." Troy said huskily as he kissed her on the forehead. She became shy and pulled her hands off him. Troy opened the car respectively for her, she got in without looking at him.
Troy got into the car and drove off.

That same evening, after Troy made dinner, Imabasi tried to compose her face, but the sight of Troy standing naked in the bathroom with her, so masculine and sexy, his body glistening with water, his hair white with shampoo.
"I am shy." Imabasi said softly as she covered her face with her soapy hands.
Troy bursted out into laughing. "Common, don't be shy. It's me baby." He managed to say through the laughter.

He glared at her, with the shampoo running down his neck and chest.
She wiped her eyes, when she tried to get into the foamy bathtub with him.
He held her close to himself. A reluctant smile tugged at his mouth and Imabasi hugged him. He was so handsome when he smiled, and she couldn't resist kissing him even more.
"I will be taking you to mom next month at Croydon. She will be so delighted to see you." He said Softly, as he kissed her even more.

"my only family now is my best friend and my brother." She said.
"You can bring her here to spend the weekend with us." He said.
Imabasi became overwhelmed. She couldn't wait to introduce her best friend to Troy.

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In Search Of Mr Perfect (Episode 7)

Kissing her with incredible tenderness, he slid his arm around her waist and reached for the light switch.

"Welcome to my home." He whispered softly against Imabasi's ears.
Her eyes widened at the beautifully furnished apartment.
The sitting room shelf had medals and award statues lined up on them.
There were over ten scented candles which had strawberry, berry bloom and cherry scents. She felt like she was in a perfume factory. This was just the type of life she wanted, the kind of man she wished for; perfect without flaws in all ramifications.

Troy was tall, handsome and above all intelligent. He was a clean guy with a good taste. He was an Introvert, romantic and very loving; Just what Imabasi had always wanted.
He pulled her tightly against his chest, she felt the certainty and the power of his words when he spoke against her ears.

"I am happy to have you right in my house, right in my arms."
"I love you too." She replied softly. It was the first time she ever said that and meant it with her whole heart.

A smile edged his lips. his intense hazel eyes were practically glowing.
"I cooked. I love cooking and it's something I enjoy doing for someone I love." Troy said, as he held her hands to the dinning table.

"What did you cook?" Imabasi asked looking amazed at the bowls on the table.
"Potato and beer soup, steamed lemon pudding with treacle sauce and I made earl Greg tea spritzer." He said softly as he opened the bowls one after the other.
He carefully led Imabasi to a seat, and handed a plate and a scooper to her. " Dish whatever you want." He said.

Imabasi was grateful, she felt special and well treated by Troy. Her instincts was right about him, he was just that perfect man she had always wished for.
"What about your family?" Troy asked.

"Ugh, My mom and dad are in Nigeria. Akwa Ibom state Nigeria..."
Troy giggled, "I have never heard of such a name before. You know the first time you told me your name, I had to write it down on my pad, so that I won't forget."
Imabasi gave a soft smile, and then continued. "I have a brother in Romford. He is a medical doctor, he works there."

"Great. Well, I am the fifth child of my mama. We are five boys. My mama lives in Croydon, I visit her once in a three months. She and my dad got separated when I was younger." He said, as he spooned a heavy load of the lemon pudding with treacle sauce in his mouth.
"I will love to see her someday." Imabasi said softly.

"Sure baby, sure. She would love to see you too."

Moments after they finished eating, Troy cleared the table, while Imabasi assisted him in washing the dishes.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" Imabasi asked calmly.

"No, I won't be asking you out if I did. I used to have a girlfriend, we broke up after I discovered she was cheating on me. Maya was bitch. But I'm glad I have found true love with you." he said drawing close to Imabasi. "What about you? Do you have a boyfriend?"
Imabasi shook her head. "I have not dated someone for over two years now."

"You were meant for me." He said huskily.
A fierce longing swept through her, speeding up her heart, as Troy grabbed her wholely to himself.

As their gazes locked, a strange sense of peace settled over her. She turned away, frightened by the intensity of his gaze. But he held her face and kissed her like his life depended on it.

"I will hope for many more days like this." He looked deep into her eyes. He took her chin, and turned her face up to his.
"I hope you won't break my heart my darling?"

At that moment she wanted nothing more than to tell him how much she loved him.
She wanted to tell him how lucky she was to have him. But she couldn't, she was mute for a moment, letting the words hang on the air. She kissed him again, even more passionately.

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Monday, June 12, 2017

In Search Of Mr Perfect (Episode 6)

Three months later...
The night was as black as pitch except for an occasional jagged streak of lightning that illuminated the room.

Imabasi was reading a novel and using the torchlight from her phone to point on it. Miriam appeared by her side, still wearing her black shiny dress that reflected in the dark. Her hair had been slipping from its haphazard knot on top of her head, she wasn't sure she still had lipsticks on, because Richard had kissed them away.
"Why are the lights off?" She asked calmly. Trying to sit comfortably on the soft single sofa beside Imabasi.

"Whenever it's raining, I feel really lonely. I don't usually like the lights on, especially when I am alone. How was your dinner with Richard?" Imabasi asked.
"Amazing. He took me to his new house after dinner and it was really beautiful. So before he brought me home, we had a little dirty play... Something you usually don't like though." Miriam said shrilly. Imabasi stared at her smiling wide.

"What play was that? common Mimi, I like any play lovers do."
"Okay! We farted! We did farting competition until we couldn't fart anymore."
"Aweee! That's gross, how can two adults play such dirty play?"
"Well, my Richard and I are not dirty adults. I love it that way. What you detest, other people may like it."

Imabasi thought for a while, and gave an audible sigh.
"I don't detest everything. I haven't just met what I want."
Miriam laughed.
"Did you just say that? You detest everything in any man Ima. Three months ago, you met Thomas, Michael and Victor. These three men were fascinating and cool. Your relationship with Michael was almost perfect. You two were almost getting there. And then suddenly you came back home and said he snores at night." Miriam gave a loud laugh and then continued, "Then this Thomas guy from the school you teach came around, he liked you, he really did. 

I understand he is a single daddy, but what if he was just that guy you wanted? And then Victor came with all his niceness, he was head over heels in love with you, and you came back here after few visits to his house and said he smoked too much. But I discovered he only smoked when he was cold. Have you ever thought of your own flaws, and who's gonna cope with them?"
"I am still trying to be perfect!"

"But you're not! Same as any other person out there, same as me, as Richard. Richard was so scattered when we met. He didn't know how to cook, clean or do anything. Now he knows. He makes dinner for us, sometimes he Wants to surprise me; he cleans the house and cooks. 

So you see, most times when I come home and you tell me how you admire my relationship with Richard, I have worked on it. It's imperfect, but because I love him it's perfect to me. Every man, every man got shit. But you haven't even met the worse of them. Pastor Bryan will be getting married in July, you should have been that bride. But no, you came yelling that he was a pathetic glutton, and a talkative. You see, someone is gonna marry him."

"I haven't regretted anything. I never loved him, he was too wacky for me."
"Who are you? Angelina Jolie or the fictional Olivia Pope?"
"My name is Imabasi James Oscar, and I am not settling for something I have to manage. I have worth, I am a princess, I am worth golds, diamonds and emeralds. I am Imabasi, and will not accept to be compared to any damn person." She frowned and threw her novel on the floor.

Miriam lowered her voice and said,
"If you want a normal man, a perfectionist, just like you. You are going to end up having a very boring life." Miriam whirled and began walking rapidly.
After a few seconds of silence, Imabasi said, "there is this British guy from Lavenham, Suffolk. He is a volleyball player."

Miriam paused and then gazed at her excitedly.
"ugh...most volleyball players in London are cute guys. Do you like him?" Miriam asked. For a timeless second, Imabasi simply stared at her.
"I do. I like him. He is cute, he is well to do and he loves me. It's just that I didn't wanna rush into dating and all of that..."

"What's his name?"

Imabasi inhaled sharply. "Troy. He is so cute and I'm scared a lot of girls are going to struggle to have him too."
"If he loves you, there will be no need for that. He will proudly tell them he has a girlfriend."
"He just seems too perfect. I hope I am not wrong." She glanced up at Miriam,
"I will love this one."

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In Search Of Mr Perfect (Episode 5)

Imabasi watched Pastor Bryan talk about his love for Jesus Christ for over three hours. At a point she didn't hear what he was saying anymore, but she watched his lips say words she could not hear.
He had finished eating his food, and even ordered for scotched egg with curry mayo.
"You don't like food as me?" He asked while eating.

"I eat a little." She said softly.
Imabasi watched him eat, she was bored and wanted to go home as soon as possible.
Just after Pastor Bryan had the last sip of his water. He raised his gaze at Imabasi.
"I hope to see you soon Imabasi, I mean if not here, some other place where they make good food too."

Imabasi nodded lightly.
"I love good British food...One of these days, I am going to take you to my sister's restaurant in Hampshire, she makes good meals like Etom mess, chicken Tikka masala, herbed Yorkshire pudding, delicious fish, chips and mushea peas..."
Imabasi nodded again.

Heavy raindrops had just begun to fall as she reached for her clutched purse.
"We have to start going, the rains are here."
"Imabasi," he said, holding out one of her hands.
She wanted to go, and didn't want to hear Pastor Bryan talk about anything anymore.
"I am not willing to let you go. I love you, and will want to spend the rest of life with you and Jesus, and maybe the kids."

"Pastor Bryan, you will have to give me time to pray about this and discuss with God."
His steely gaze pierced the darkness of the restaurant. He had never fallen in love with a sister in Church before, Pastor Bryan wasn't easily cracked.
"I wanted to order for a bottle of fruit wine, but it's okay. Let me drop you off before it gets too late."
Disgust grew in Imabasi's heart as she stood up and walked out of the restaurant, pastor Bryan followed her behind.

Imabasi struggled with the car door, and after she forcefully opened it, she gave an audible sigh of relief, her clothes were drained on the rain.
"Oh, you got yourself wet, sorry about that."

"You mean you're not feeling guilty that I got drained in the rain?" she asked with a disgustful glance.
"I didn't make the rain lady, God made the rain. Showers of blessing huh? you should be grateful that the rains of God drained you, take it as blessings." He said huskily."
She flipped her long wet hair over her face and pressed her hands against her chest.
And just when Pastor Bryan drove into her street, he gave a loud fart. Imabasi was astounded as she covered her hands on her nose.

"Stop the car! stop the damn car!" She yelled angrily.
Pastor Bryan's heart skipped, as he wondered what was happening. Imabasi pushed the car door and slammed it.
"I don't wanna ever see you near my house, near me ever again!" She had been expecting him to say he is sorry, but he didn't.

"Miss Imabasi, is there anywhere that was made for farting? Even the president of America farts, even Queen Elizabeth farts, I am sure that Jesus Christ Farted too...get into the car let me drop you off, it's not right for a lady to walk on a lonely street by this time of the night." He said.
But Imabasi kept walking until she got to her house.
Pastor Bryan drove slowly behind her, until he noticed she had gotten home save. He waited for her door to be open, then he drove off.

"Your body is wet despite that Pastor Bryan dropped you off, did the car have holes?" Miriam asked with amused tone.
With Imabasi's heart pounding in her throat, she removed her clothes and covered herself with a towel.
"That guy, I mean the one that calls himself pastor Bryan, he is a nincompoop. He is a fool!" Imabasi said with anger in her eyes.
"Just shut up. Don't talk like that about an ordained man of God, just because he asked you on a date."

"What the fuck? you think I should feel privileged right now, that a man whom I mistook to be responsible would eat that much food? He is such a talkative, he talks too much! He isn't even romantic, he called me 'Imabasi'. Not even some sort of endearments. Mimi, this guy talks about Jesus like he is one commoner. I hate him! You won't believe that he farted, he farted aloud right before me.

A smelly fart! draining infections on my body! He couldn't even open the car door for me. He is just too unapologetically proud! I am so disappointed that he has the name pastor attached to his name. I will never ever date a brother in church anymore. I thought they would be different." She said angrily and walked into her room, her whole body shook as she opened her wardrobe.
Miriam dared not to laugh this time.

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Saturday, June 10, 2017

Love In Times Like This (Episode 10)

Harry was in hell. He was doing his best to walk down the main road. A young boy selling sachet water walked passed him. He whistled at him, and the boy walked as fast as he could towards him. Harry removed two cold sachets of water from a bucket and handed over ten naira note to the boy. He gulp in the water in a second and breathe in and out noisily. His head cleared slowly, and he regained a little strength.

A car drove passed him, and then reversed backward, horning for his attention. Harry sniffed the air. Without raising his head, he opened his eyes.

"Harrison Bassey?" An husky voice called his name from the car. Harry's heart trembled, he didn't remember the last time someone called him by his full name. He lifted up his face slowly and his eyes caught with the man in the car.

"Abia, Abia Umosen?" Harry called out, he was looking amazed.
"It's me." Abia said and gave broken loud laughter.
He was driving a big, black, tinted jeep. Harry looked at Abia's car and his appearance and felt ashamed.

"Oboy, where have you been?" Harry asked excitedly.
"I relocated to New York. I got married now...I am trying to build a structure down the street so that my family will be coming home for holidays." Abia said.
"That's great. Congratulations." Harry shook his head, his eyes dark and cloudy.

"What are you doing here?" Abia asked.
Harry's voice cracked as he replied Abia. " I am looking for a job. My wife is pregnant. Since after service, I have been looking for a good job, but no way! My shop just got burnt down some months ago."

"Oboy! you that graduated with a first class?" Abia exclaimed.
"Work no dey naija o. We dey suffer here."
"I can help you. You can join the workers to mold blocks for my new house on this street. I will pay." Abia said.
The laughter on Harry's face faded from his eyes. His face dulled to a gunmetal grey.
He thought of his sick mom, his wife and how he was going to support them. He stared at Abia right in the eye and said, "I will do it. Thank you so much. Can you take me to the place?"

"I can't carry you in my car, one of my men just finished washing it. I will give you my contractor's number, and give you a note to give to him. He pays three thousand daily, he will sign you in when he gets the note." Abia Said in a baritone voice. He spoke with pride and confident.
Grief and pain ripped through Harry like a straight razor and his voice shook with passion and fury. "Thank you." He said.

Abia handed a note to him and he collected it shyly with both hands.
He was ashamed. Abia was one year below him in the university, Abia graduated with a third class, and yet he was right before him with an expensive car, with a good job and secured job. While Harry was in his tattered clothes, set to raise blocks and bricks for Abia's mansion.
Abia zoomed off, and Harry trekked back down the street. He was ready to do anything for his beloved mother and wife.

After he met with Abia's contractor, he resumed work immediately.

He got back home dirty and in torn clothes. His jean became sandy and dirty, his face dark and sweaty.
Atimma opened the door, and stared at him shockingly. She didn't want to look into his eyes, she didn't want to see the pain and the sadness deep in those eyes that had once sparked with laughter, but she couldn't pull her gaze away.

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Friday, June 9, 2017

Love In Times Like This (Episode 9)

Linda looked amazingly fabulous.
She sprayed her hair gold, and had her nails painted lemon...She wore a sky blue color distressed jean and a black Sweater, as she walked zigzaggedly towards Atimma's office.
A small smile quirked her mouth as she opened the door stylishly.

"Mrs Harry! oh my darling friend, you look beautifully pregnant." She said softly, her words slurring.
"It's been a while Linda." Atimma said, trying hard to impress her with a mild smile.
"I came to visit Muhammed, since the Muhammed has refused to come see the mountain." She chuckled, and sat on the chair facing Atimma.

"You got me really angry the last time you came to my house. I didn't like that one bit."
"I know. That is why I am here to say that I am so sorry for hurting you." She pushed her hands across the table and held Atimma's hands tight.
"If not for anything, for the sake of my god child." She giggled.

Atimma's face creased in a slow smile.
"It's okay. I got over that long ago."
"How is Harry? I hope all is well with you two? I didn't see your car outside."
"I sold it. I was very uncomfortable staying in the other house. The environment wasn't good for me in this condition... The mosquitoes, bad boys, erosion etc. So I sold the car to get a new place in town."

"That's nice. Seno called me last night, we spoke at length..." She paused and stared at Atimma's face for a while then said, "about you."
"What about me?" Atimma asked shrilly.
"He is still in love with you, he told me."
"What do you want me to do about him? I am married to someone else now."
"I know.... But does it really matter bestie? countless women have their eyes opened now. You're going after what your heart wants. Is it not married men that cheat on their wives and are still happily married?"

"So what you're saying is that I should go back to Seno?" Atimma asked amazingly, Linda nodded in agreement.
They two women were quiet for a while, then Atimma broke the silence with a sigh.
"I kissed Seno yesterday. I don't want to talk about what it felt like. It was a coincident."
"He has been thinking of you."
"I will make that decision after I put to birth in the next three months. Right now, I have to get over a lot of things."

Memories of Seno crowded in Atimma's thoughts. She smiled a bit and then nodded.
"I miss him too." She whispered. " But I am married."
Linda frowned and followed her gaze. "You better grow up." She muttered.
Atimma nodded without looking at her and stood up.
"Lunch break, I am famished." She yawned.

"Every pregnant woman is always famished." Linda retorted. They two ladies walked out of the office with their handbags as they headed to the office canteen.

Harry's face burned down with pains. It was a sunny day, and he wasn't bothered about how long the sun heat on him. He was worried about how he was going to reach his village with Ventolin and essential balm.

He was walking on the streets. His face was streaked with sweat and his jeans were brown with dust. He was weak and tired of walking, he didn't want to use the small money he had to take a taxi home.
An angry insect scratched and marred his cheek and a bruise discolored his face. He leaned tiredly against a wall of an uncompleted building, trying to look insolent and nonchalant, but he was pale as a ghost, and his jaw was clenched tight.

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Monday, June 5, 2017

Love In Times Like This (Episode 8)

Harry closed his eyes, his lashes resting like a fuzzy caterpillars on his scratched cheek. He'd fallen asleep or passed out on the sofa.
He had been on the sofa since the previous night. Atimma had left him to the bedroom. 
Harry didn't deserve her compassion or her empathy anymore. He needed to start looking for jobs so that he can help his mother survive.

Atimma woke up with a slight headache. She turned to the other side of the bed, but didn't find Harry. She stood and swayed with unexpected dizziness.
She pulled her cell phone and nudged it open with her chin. She pressed a fast-dial button and leaned against the wall. 

She heard Harry's phone ring from the sitting room, and sighed...
She took a shower and prepared herself for work. She had disposed all the cheap perfumes Harry had bought for her from Ariaria market, and took out the Victoria secrets cologne that she had bought the previous day from Nicon supermarket. She wrapped Harry's perfumes and threw them in a bin bag.

"Why are you putting the ones I bought for you there?" Harry's voice became professionally crisp from behind her. He walked in unnoticed. His guess roamed over the room and the wardrobe.

"They smell like goat shits. They make me want to puke all the time. Next time, you should get me something like this." She pointed at the Victoria secret cologne.
"That's expensive. You know I can't afford it now."

"Then don't bother buying them. Until you can buy these ones." She said wryly.
Harry stared at her as she pasted a deep red lipstick on her lips.
"Have you thought of what I asked of you yesterday?" Harry asked.
Atimma grinned stiffly and held up her handbag tight. She counted money from it and handed it to him.

"That's two thousand. I don't have money. What I have here is for my ante-natal and hospital card. I am suppose to start buying baby's things." She said, looking him over.
"Thank you. I know this won't be enough, but I will try and hustle for more money. I am sorry for the inconvenience my love, always remember that things weren't this bad, until the shop got burnt...."

"How much came out from that shop daily Harry, how much? You keep talking about the shop as if you were contributing to anything." 

She interrupted in an oddly quiet but compelling voice.
She slowly picked up her wedding ring, and fixed it on her finger. A wave of remembered desire streaked through her, making her legs feel like jelly.
"I am off to work." She said.

Harry shook his head lightly and winced. He was still counting the two hundred naira notes countless times, until Atimma slammed the door. He shrugged and tried to grin, but a grimace of pain crossed his face. His eyes closed and his legs buckled and slid down the wall.

Atimma got to the office that morning with a broken heart. She had thought of how her salary was going to pay all what she got herself Into; Harry and the baby.
She pushed the thoughts to the back of her mind and concentrated on the computer screen.
There was a knock on her door, and it was the office receptionist.

"ma'am, Miss Iinda is here to see you." She said shrilly.
"Itoro, don't let her in here." The bitterness of her voice surprised the receptionist. She was shocked that Atimma said that about her best friend. She still stood by the door.

"What are you waiting for?" Atimma asked.
"Madam, I want to be sure."
Atimma giggled and then paused for a while.
"Let her in." Her eyes lit with amusement.

Moments later, she could hear foot steps of stiletto heels walking towards her office, she knew that Linda was getting close. 
She breathed a sigh of relief, ignoring the tiny inner voice that told her to be rude.

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Friday, June 2, 2017

Love In Times Like This (Episode 7)

A wisp of Atimma's black hair had come loosed from the tight knot secured at her neck. 
She stared anxiously at Harry, waiting for him to tell her what Eka Etido said to him over the phone. 

Harry sat down on the sofa, shaking his head, his eyes brightened with fear.
"What did she say?" Atimma asked softly.
"Mama is sick again." Harry replied with a sigh. Tears sparkled in his eyes.
"She shouldn't be sick now that I don't have money o." Atimma said as her eyes widened with anger.

Harry stared at her sternly. He was wondering if his wife of eight months actually said that.
Two months after their wedding, she was such an angel who had vowed to love him for better for worse. She had never talked to him insolently before. Until when she got pregnant six months ago, and suddenly sold her car without his consent. And now, he was in this big edifice that he knew nothing of.

Atimma didn't feel sorry for the fact that Harry's mom was sick. She was relaxed and not bothered.
She went into the kitchen and came out with a cup of tea. She stirred the tea for a while and sipped it bit by bit. 

Harry's brow furrowed, he was thinking of his mother when Atimma interrupted.
"What is wrong with Mama?" she asked finally. 
Harry stared at her face for a while and then replied, "she has asthma. It's severe, I heard her breath aloud from the background."
Atimma closed her eyes. "I don't have money now. I can't use the money for my child's bills for your mom."

Harry's heart felt. His lip curled into a snarl, and anger coiled inside him. He wondered what suddenly happened to his wife.
"I didn't ask you for your money. I will do what I can to save my mother." He said in a broken voice.
"Don't forget that you have a wife who is pregnant." Her voice suddenly became mocking and arrogant.

"My mother needs help, she is sick!"
"Then help her! I need help too Harry. I just paid for this place."
Her high-handed attitude shoved every sane thought out off his mind, and he was left with only anger.
Harry became genuinely puzzled by her attitude. His former neighbor Nsemeke had told him that Atimma changed because she pays the bills. While his former landlady had told him that pregnancy makes women behave that way. 

But Harry took the words of his former lady. 
He recalled how his mom had told him of of how she packed her things to leave his father when she was pregnant of him.(Harry) According to her, the pregnancy had made him hate her husband. Harry was afraid that the same thing that happened to his mom was happening to his wife. He smiled slowly.

"I will visit mama tomorrow, I will like you to lend me some money please." He demanded, finally looking into her eyes.
Atimma raised her angry gaze at him, and then suddenly sniffed in exasperation.
"you're very ungrateful.. 
I can't believe you're asking me for money, despite my condition." She was mumbling and leaning heavily on the the wall.

Harry was hurt again. His forehead furrowed and more lines appeared on his face.
"I am sorry if I haven't been man enough my love. But bear with me please. I really need your help now. I can't even afford ventolin for mama. I can't." His voice was fading, but she heard him.
Atimma made a short derisive sound and Harry's face burned.

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Thursday, June 1, 2017

Love In Times Like This (Episode 6)

Harry gave a gasp of surprise when he first saw Atimma trek from the gate entrance. She was supposed to be driving. Harry walked towards her gently, and gave her a warm hug.
"What happened to the car?" Harry asked.

"I sold it a moment ago." Atimma replied softly.
"Why Atim? You need a car now that you're Pregnant. I don't want you to be stressed. And you never told me you wanted to sell the car."

"It's my car Harry. I can decide to do whatever I want with it." she said rudely. 
Harry became quiet for a while, then held her hands. He was ashamed.
Something about the whole thing was not right, but he could not find a flaw.

"I sold the car and got a house in town." Atimma broke the silence.
"Is this meant to be a surprise?" Harry asked, looking surprised.
"No. I am telling you that we will be packing from here today. I have gotten a better place in town."
"Why didn't you let me know first? I am your husband Atimma!"

Without answering, she darted around him and hurried into the room.
Harry sighed and sat down gently on the couch.
A moment later, Atimma came out of the room with her boxes and bags. Harry's heart trembled as he stood up to his feet immediately.

"Where are you going to?" He asked in broken whispers.
"To the new house."
"Yes now."
He became mute for a while then said, "is there no truck? We need trucks to pack the chairs and the bed, and the kitchen stuffs"

"I can't go to my new house with these filthy things, I got new stuffs." She said softly.
Harry looked around the house and sat again on the couch. He thought of why Atimma said 'my house' and not ' our house. ' He was grieved.

"Who are we giving all these things to? these things are valuable to me. These are stuffs I bought with my first savings." 
She finally spoke out after few minutes of keeping mute.
"burn them." She paused for a moment, allowed her gaze on the sitting room. She walked out with the luggage and banged the door.

Harry stood up immediately and ran after her.
"I understand that you're pregnant, that's why you're acting this way?" Harry said, running after her...

Harry and Atimma got to their new house by taxi. Harry was amazed at the sight of the beautiful edifice. He got the boxes of clothes from the car, while Atimma carried only her handbag.
Atimma led the way into the beautiful apartment.

As they got to the sitting room, Harry became bewildered by the Chandelier, the expensive looking furniture and the curtains. He touched the walls and pressed his hands on the sofa.
"thank you for this new place." He said softly to Atimma.
Atimma was trying to concentrate at the view from the window, she pretended not to hear what Harry was saying. 

Harry hugged her backwardly. "thank you." He whispered.
When she turned, and raised her gaze to him, she could not move or speak. 
She was frozen in place as she stared into Harry's eyes that seemed to look right into her mind and discover all her secrets. 
She Was ashamed to tell him that Seno had kissed her that afternoon at the office, but that she didn't like it.

She held her protruded belly firmly as Harry held her into his arms.
Harry's phone interrupted the blissful moment. He struggled to get the phone from his trouser pocket. It was his mom's neighbor Eka Etido who was calling him, Harry's instincts told him that something might be wrong with mama. His voice trembled as he pressed the answer button.

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