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Saturday, April 29, 2017

Heartstrings (1) the homecoming




***

 I was about stepping out of the house when my phone rang.

  It was Jemi

 "Hi Demola! Are you home?"

  "No. What's up, Jemi?"

   A slight pause.

   "I"ve been cooking all day and was wondering if you could come over for dinner later tonight...

  I glanced at my wrist, noting the time. I had less than an hour to get to the airport to pick up Becky who was returning to Nigeria after months away in the United Kingdom for a course.

 Going over to Jemi's place was the last thing I wanted to do so I turned down her offer and drove quickly to the international airport at Ikeja. At the airport, as I waited impatiently for Becky, I thought of Jemi, feeling a bit guilty at the abrupt way I had spoken to her earlier. 

'Maybe I should have told her I would come over later...' I mumbled to myself.

 But I knew that would not work. With Becky back, everything else was on hold. Including Jemi.

Hmm. Jemi.

What was I going to do about her? We had met at a party about a month after Becky left the country. Maybe because I was drunk or missing Becky so much, I had ended up taking her home. 

After that night, we had been seeing each other regularly but I had been upfront with her; I had told her about Becky, that she was the woman in my heart and there was no room for anyone else.

 "I'm sorry, Jemi. You are a wonderful lady and if things had been different,  I could have been able to love you. But as things stand..."

She had smiled ruefully at me and placed a finger on my lips.

"It's ok, Demola. I'm not looking for love. I just want a bit of fun so can we just have that without all this love nonsense?" she had said.

That was vintage Jemi- blunt and straightforward. 

 ***

I looked up and saw a group of people coming out of the arrival hall of the airport. I scrunitised each face. I could not see Becky.

"Her flight should have arrived by now," I muttered to myself, glancing at my watch.

I watched idly as a young boy of about four slipped through the barrier and ran towards a tall man lugging a large suitcase behind him. "Daddy!" the boy shouted before flinging himself at the man's legs, who, laughing, stooped and picked him up.

'That's one happy reunion', I thought, at the same time wondering when my own reunion with my lovely Becky will come.

As if in answer, I looked towards the entrance of arrivals and there she stood, looking round as if searching for someone. Then she saw me and smiled and my heart jumped at the sight of her...


To be continued

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

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Saturday, April 22, 2017

The Men She Loved (8)



Her face was pressed against her brother’s shoulder so Temi missed the look of dismay that undoubtedly crossed her features. When her brother released her from his hug, just before she was about to pass out from lack of air, she walked over to Temi and smiled.

Temi who was now standing returned her smile.

“You look really good,” he told her.

“Thank you.”

“Ronke invited me,” he offered as an explanation, “And you told me you liked surprises, so…”

“I didn’t think you were listening.”

“I always listen to what you say Lola.”

“Ok no mushy mushy stuff!” Yomi announced as he grabbed her arm and tugged, “I’d like to speak to my sister for a moment.”

He dragged her out of the living room and into the bedroom and shut the door behind them.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing really. I just wanted to warn you.”

“Warn …”

“I saw Dayo the other day. I looked out the window during a meeting I was having with the ‘great superiors’, and I happened to see Dayo crossing the street.”

Lola’s heart was beating too fast for her to be amused by her brother’s nickname for his bosses.

“I’m sure it was him,” he continued, “If he tries to contact you, let me know and I’ll deal with him. I just know he will come after you. He was always such a dick, wouldn’t let you move on with your life even after he messed his up.”

She watched her brother clench and unclench his fist and a wave of dizziness washed over her. She held unto his bedpost to gather her nerves and restore her balance.

“You ok, sis?”

“Yes I’m fine.”

“You look a bit sick. I shouldn’t have just sprung the news on you like that. I’m sorry. Dammit! I wish they had never let him out.”

Lola considered the pros and cons of updating her brother and decided silence was her best course of action. Yomi hated Dayo.

It hadn’t always been that way though. There was a time when Yomi admired the socks off Dayo. Lola and Dayo were a year his senior in school and Yomi hadn’t blossomed till late in the game.

 The fact that Lola and Dayo were dating had given Yomi access to the coolest guy in school and with it access to girls, parties and swag that he normally would only have been able to dream of.

But Yomi had taken Dayo’s indiscretions personally and fought for her honour on several occasions only to watch his sister return to Dayo’s arms. It had driven him crazy. 

Her relationship with Dayo had almost ruined her relationship with her brother, who had not been afraid to call her a fool and other less discreet names. She knew her brother had been glad when Dayo was held behind bars. He had told her:

“Now you can finally move on.”

Two more people had joined the party when Lola and Yomi returned to the living room. Two attractive girls. One of them was batting her fake eyelashes at Temi who looked increasingly uncomfortable. She twirled her Brazilian weave around her finger and laughed; her overly exposed breasts jiggled.

Temi didn’t know she was back yet but his body language was telling. His eyes were darting everywhere but at the girl’s chest.

 His upper body was stiff. His right hand was holding his glass but the other was in his pocket and his waist was turned slightly away from the girl.

She couldn’t count the amount of times in the past that she had caught Dayo flirting. But Temi could be trusted. And overt come ons were not his thing.

She walked over to them and touched his arm softly. He looked down at her, his eyes screaming for help. She turned to the girl

“Hi, I’m Lola.” Her adversary gave her the once over and pressed her lips together.

“Patience.” She replied unwillingly. Patience took a drag from the cigarette balanced between her index and middle finger.

“How do you know my brother?” Patience gave Temi a quick glance and smiled.

“I just met him five minutes ago.”

“Temi? Oh no, Temi isn’t my brother,” Lola laughed and delighted in watching Patience’s eyes narrow, “Yomi is my brother.”

“Oh! You’re Yomi’s older sister!” Patience rolled her tongue around the word ‘older’ and stretched it for all it was worth. Lola smiled at her, teeth and all.

“Guilty.”

The room was starting to fill up with more guys and girls. The music had been turned up and she could hear Ronke’s ‘Darliiinnnnk, you made it!” every few minutes or so.

“This is my song. May I have this dance?” asked Temi.

Lola knew how much Temi hated dancing, so he must have been horrified by Patience’s attentions.

“Excuse us,” he told Patience.

They walked to a corner of the room and he placed his hands on her waist and borrowed his head in her neck.

“You know in this dim lighted, smoke filled room, she doesn’t look half bad,” she commented as she slipped her arms around his neck.

He laughed.

“Everyone looks dull here when compared to you.”

It was the most romantic thing he had said to her. What the hell was she doing? She needed to get away from Dayo, and permanently.

She gripped him tighter until her body was meshing with his. She felt his body respond to her.

“I’ve missed you. Work has just been so crazy,” he said.

She gulped. She couldn’t tell him about Dayo, what would be the point. She would talk to Dayo and that would be the end of that. 

And then she would continue on her stress free journey with Temi. Satisfied with her reasoning, she raised herself a little and kissed him on the cheek...


By Honeydrops (courtesy naijastories.com

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

The Men She Loved (7)



He grinned at her and took a cursory look at her body, from her face to her feet, and up again. It sent a pleasurable jolt of electricity down her spine.

“No need to cover up. I have seen you naked…before.” She rolled her eyes and slipped her top back on. “You look good, half naked.”

“Why are you here?” she asked him again.

“I came to apologize for leaving so suddenly.”

“It’s ok.”

“How are you doing? You seem a little stressed.”

Lola sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. Dayo was seated in her armchair with one leg over it. He looked as though he owned the space and she was the stranger that had burst in uninvited.

“I have a client in five minutes. I need to change.”

“I’m not stopping you,” He grinned at her again, flashing his white teeth and making her melt with his dimples. 

She needed to get away from him. He was like a drug she had to have more of even knowing he was bad for her. 

She smiled back at him slowly and held his gaze and she began to unbutton her shirt, though she could take it off without undoing the three buttons.

 She watched him lick his lips and lower his eyes to her chest. His breathing became a tad bit perceptible.

Satisfied that she had his attention, she stuck her tongue at him, grabbed her gym bag and waltzed out. She heard his stunned groans following her and they were like music.

“Omolola Adejoke Omodunni! You do not play fair!” He called out after her.

The rest of her day was fairly uneventful. Ada had not turned up but then she rarely came more than once a week anyway so her absence did not send off red flags. 

By the time Lola returned to her office, Dayo was gone but there was a note left for her on her desk:


We shall finish what you started.

Dayo


She smiled despite herself and tucked the note away. Her phone rang and she picked it up.

“Lola have you called your brother? It’s his birthday today, you know.”

“Yes mum. I didn’t get through though. But I’m heading to his now.”

“I called and one girl picked it up. Please which one is this one now?”

Lola laughed but didn’t respond to her mother’s question.

“You won’t tell me abi? It’s ok. At least she spoke well.”

“Mum, I’ve got to get changed.”

“Ok ok. I won’t keep you. Bye.”

She had an en-suite bathroom and she entered it to take a shower. She kept a couple nice outfits in a closet in her office, for after work events that needed a more selective attire than what she might wear during the day.

 This time, she selected a dark green wrap around dress. Her brother’s girlfriend had informed her that she would be holding a surprise birthday party for him and it was easier for her to make the journey from work.

She hadn’t seen her brother in a month and she felt slightly guilty about that. They used to call each other all the time but he got busy with his new job at a law firm and she…she wasn’t sure she had an excuse.

 She glanced at her carefully wrapped present on the passenger’s seat. She hoped he liked it. He had a thing for Formula 1, so she got him the Formula 1 encyclopedia.

“Ah Lola!” Ronke draped her chanel no.5 drenched arms around Lola’s neck and kissed both her cheeks. “Lola darling, you are right on time, as always.”

When Ronke released her she was able to breathe again. She was still not sure how she felt about her brother’s latest squeeze but she had to admit Ronke was beautiful. 

Her skin seemed to glow from the inside out . She had graceful slanted eyes and wide lips. Her hair was golden brown and fell unto her shoulders where it curled. Her eyes were hazel and she had a voluptuous frame. 

She considered herself to be fashion forward and today she wore a pale brown sheer mini dress that could have easily been mistaken for her skin except for the diamante that sparkled.

“Come come, Yomi is inside.” Lola followed her into her brother’s apartment and though she knew the flat well, she let Ronke play the role of hostess and lead the way.

The men were having a heated argument about the political uncertainty in the country. She smirked at the familiarity of it. Yomi was sitting on his chair nursing a glass of Hennessey, judging by the bottle on the table.

 She recognized two of his friends and smiled her greeting. There was a third man with his back to her who seemed oddly familiar.

“Sis!” Yomi jumped up and pulled her into a bear hug. His hugs were similar to being embraced by an anaconda. At least one thing that Yomi and Ronke seemed to have in common. The mystery man turned and she saw that it was Temi. 

To be continued

Monday, April 17, 2017

The Men She Loved ( 6 )



He grinned at her and took a cursory look at her body, from her face to her feet, and up again. It sent a pleasurable jolt of electricity down her spine.

“No need to cover up. I have seen you naked…before.” She rolled her eyes and slipped her top back on. “You look good, half naked.”

“Why are you here?” she asked him again.

“I came to apologize for leaving so suddenly.”

“It’s ok.”

“How are you doing? You seem a little stressed.”

Lola sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. Dayo was seated in her armchair with one leg over it. He looked as though he owned the space and she was the stranger that had burst in uninvited.

“I have a client in five minutes. I need to change.”

“I’m not stopping you,” He grinned at her again, flashing his white teeth and making her melt with his dimples. She needed to get away from him. He was like a drug she had to have more of even knowing he was bad for her. She smiled back at him slowly and held his gaze and she began to unbutton her shirt, though she could take it off without undoing the three buttons. She watched him lick his lips and lower his eyes to her chest. His breathing became a tad bit perceptible.

Satisfied that she had his attention, she stuck her tongue at him, grabbed her gym bag and waltzed out. She heard his stunned groans following her and they were like music.

“Omolola Adejoke Omodunni! You do not play fair!” He called out after her.

The rest of her day was fairly uneventful. Ada had not turned up but then she rarely came more than once a week anyway so her absence did not send off red flags. By the time Lola returned to her office, Dayo was gone but there was a note left for her on her desk:



We shall finish what you started.

Dayo


She smiled despite herself and tucked the note away. Her phone rang and she picked it up.

“Lola have you called your brother? It’s his birthday today, you know.”

“Yes mum. I didn’t get through though. But I’m heading to his now.”

“I called and one girl picked it up. Please which one is this one now?”

Lola laughed but didn’t respond to her mother’s question.

“You won’t tell me abi? It’s ok. At least she spoke well.”

“Mum, I’ve got to get changed.”

“Ok ok. I won’t keep you. Bye.”

She had an en-suite bathroom and she entered it to take a shower. She kept a couple nice outfits in a closet in her office, for after work events that needed a more selective attire than what she might wear during the day. This time, she selected a dark green wrap around dress. Her brother’s girlfriend had informed her that she would be holding a surprise birthday party for him and it was easier for her to make the journey from work.

She hadn’t seen her brother in a month and she felt slightly guilty about that. They used to call each other all the time but he got busy with his new job at a law firm and she…she wasn’t sure she had an excuse. She glanced at her carefully wrapped present on the passenger’s seat. She hoped he liked it. He had a thing for Formula 1, so she got him the Formula 1 encyclopedia.

“Ah Lola!” Ronke draped her chanel no.5 drenched arms around Lola’s neck and kissed both her cheeks. “Lola darling, you are right on time, as always.”

When Ronke released her she was able to breathe again. She was still not sure how she felt about her brother’s latest squeeze but she had to admit Ronke was beautiful. Her skin seemed to glow from the inside out . She had graceful slanted eyes and wide lips. Her hair was golden brown and fell unto her shoulders where it curled. Her eyes were hazel and she had a voluptuous frame. She considered herself to be fashion forward and today she wore a pale brown sheer mini dress that could have easily been mistaken for her skin except for the diamante that sparkled.

“Come come, Yomi is inside.” Lola followed her into her brother’s apartment and though she knew the flat well, she let Ronke play the role of hostess and lead the way.

The men were having a heated argument about the political uncertainty in the country. She smirked at the familiarity of it. Yomi was sitting on his chair nursing a glass of Hennessey, judging by the bottle on the table. She recognized two of his friends and smiled her greeting. There was a third man with his back to her who seemed oddly familiar.

“Sis!” Yomi jumped up and pulled her into a bear hug. His hugs were similar to being embraced by an anaconda. At least one thing that Yomi and Ronke seemed to have in common. The mystery man turned and she saw that it was Temi.


To be continued


Friday, April 14, 2017

The Men She Loved (6)



She stared at her phone vibrating and was tempted to ignore it. She wished to stay in bed and avoid the steps she would have to take today. 

But life had to go on, she had work, she had her puppies to feed and according to her phone, she had her brother’s birthday to attend.

She sat up abruptly. She had completely forgotten about his birthday which was uncharacteristic of her, but then Dayo’s presence in her life had been a wonderful frightening distraction.

First things first, she would attend to the needs of her dogs, then go over to Lanre’s to apologize before heading to work. 

The time now was 7am. She grabbed the big tee hanging on her chair and pulled it over her head. Satisfied she looked fairly decent, she jogged to the kitchen and grabbed the puppy food from the store.

 Rumble and Tumble had keyed in to what was going on and were wagging their tales and barking at her in their excitement. She gave the two of them a quick brush of their coats and then laid out their food and water for them.

Often Lanre took them for walks but today she decided she would come home early to take them herself. It was best she maintained a little distance from Lanre. Things were complicated enough as it was.

She left the pups to their devices and took herself upstairs for a quick shower. Usually she laid out what she would wear the night before but there had been nothing usual about the last few nights.

 She chose a pair of black slacks and a silk cream top, she would change to her sportswear at the centre.

Lanre was washing his car. She watched him for a moment dipping the jumbo sponge into the bucket and then swirling the soap and water on his precious vehicle. 

He seemed more tense than he usually was. His movements were stiff and awkward as though his body was in pain. He had shaved his head again recently.

 He liked being bald but the stubble around his lip and chin grew unfettered. He pushed his glasses further up his nose as she strolled up to him.

“Good morning.”

He mumbled a greeting in return but he didn’t turn and he didn’t smile. 

She sighed.

“I’m sorry I ran into my house like that yesterday. It was rude. Forgive me?”

He didn’t respond. Instead he continued the circular motions on his car. She bit her lip nervously. He was overreacting but he was a wonderful friend and she had already lost Ada. She didn’t want to lose another person in her life.

“Please talk to me.”

“Why?” he asked.

“Because…well…we are friends.”

“What in God’s name gave you the impression that I wanted to be friends?”

She opened her mouth and shut it again.

***

“Lola,” he continued. “I bought you Valentine’s day gifts, walked your dogs when you were busy, I even invite you for all my family events. Why on earth would you assume my aim was to plait your hair and engage in pillow fights? And on top of it all you choose that criminal over me!”

She immediately regretted having told him that Dayo had been incarcerated. At the time she was eager to put Dayo behind her, but her indiscretion was now being thrown in her face.

“You walk around like you’re some victim but you are cheating on your boyfriend; and don’t deny it because I saw that dude coming out of your house with a big grin on his face.”

This was getting out of control. She tried to stall the onslaught of his words with her hand, to no avail.

“You women are such hypocrites! You say you want a good man, then shack up with the first criminal that comes along!”

Lola slapped him before she knew that a slap had been what her hands were itching to do. She regretted her action when she observed tear drops swimming in his eyes; she knew it wasn’t as a result of the physical impact of the slap.

“Lanre, I…” He wasn’t listening. He had lifted his bucket and headed towards his front door. He didn’t give her a backward glance.

She stood in the driveway staring into space. That had gone very differently from what she had imagined. She had predicted that he would grumble, she would coax and they would have settled into their old routine.

But perhaps their old routine had been detrimental to Lanre’s self-esteem. She had always known he harbored some feelings for her but she had neither encouraged nor discouraged him. She had let him be all he could be to her for very little in return.

She groaned, then pointed her key at her car and unlocked it. She would let him cool off for a bit and then beg for his forgiveness.

Work was a 20 minute drive, when there was no traffic. But there was always traffic. She fiddled with the buttons on her radio until she found a channel that didn’t have people chatting too quickly and laughing too harshly. Or music that was loud but had no meaningful words. She closed her eyes momentarily. The traffic was standstill and so she was free to give her eyes a little rest.

She had hurt Ada and she had hurt Lanre and she still had Temi to talk to. She had no idea how he would react to the news of her kissing someone else and the thought of him breaking up with her made her feel cold inside. But if she didn’t want that relationship to be over, what did she want?

ed solemnly and waved her forward. By the time she got to work she felt exhausted. She wondered if Ada would be in her office but when she walked over to the third floor, Ada was nowhere to be seen.

She walked over to her office and pulled off her top ready to change into her sportswear. She had a client coming in at 9:30 and she only had ten minutes left to get ready.

“Hey.” She spun around clutching her top to her chest.

“Dayo! What are you doing here?”


 To be continued

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

The Men She Loved (5)



"You and I babe, I think we should get together,”  he said.

He had said it exactly like that eight years ago. They both knew back then she would say yes; she had been pining for him from the very first day she had met him.

 She had pined for him through three relationships with the most popular girls in their secondary school.

She had endured watching him steal a kiss in corridors and bumped into him groping the girls and making them squeak in hidden corners.

 She had resigned herself to a life of unrequited love. Then summer had come and gone and she had returned to school with breasts – the round, perky kind.

 Dayo and three quarters of her classmates had begun to pay her attention but she only had eyes for Dayo.

 But that was eight years ago. Everything had been simpler then.

 “Last time I checked, you had a girlfriend and I had a boyfriend,” she told him.

 “Bunmi?” He shrugged.

“She’s cute but she’s terribly dull.”

 “Perhaps you shouldn’t be dating her then.”

 “Well she is good in…”

 “Ok TMI!”

 He burst out laughing. It was a deep rumbling roar and it sent shivers down her back. She smiled and looked away.

 They didn’t say anything after that but she could sense him looking at her.

 “Do you love him?” he asked her softly. She gave his question genuine thought. She had been dating Temi for three months and she still felt like she was little more than his favourite acquaintance.

There was a time when he had called her every day but that had slowly dwindled to once a week. She rarely saw him, he was always at work or in meetings or running errands.

 But when she was with him, she felt an overwhelming sense of peace. His company was like being in a black hole where nothing and no one existed. It was a little like being drugged. He was sexy, smooth and silent and almost a complete stranger.

 “I don’t feel comfortable talking about him with you.” Her response was met with silence.

 “You don’t keep secrets from me.”

 “Times have changed.” He shrugged, not bothered by her snapping. She didn’t want to talk about Temi, she didn’t acknowledge that what she was doing to him was very like what Dayo had done to her on several occasions.

 At least they hadn’t kissed yet… …She must have blinked, for she felt Dayo’s lips pressed against hers.

 The weight of his lips upon hers felt foreign and familiar. He used his tongue to force her lips apart and wrapped it round her own. She heard herself moan and he stood pulling her up and against him.

She stopped thinking. She could smell him – the scent of musk and sweat. She could feel him – his tightening grip on her, drawing her closer to his solid frame.

 She could hear the little sounds escaping from the both of them, the notification sounds from their blackberries, the whining from Rumble and Tumble, the engine of a car outside.

 She could even hear the faint buzzing of a hovering mosquito, but she was too far gone to care. She could taste him.

 She felt as though he were drinking her, holding on to her for dear life. She slipped her arms around his neck and allowed herself to be embraced tighter than she had ever been before.

 Eventually, as though by mutual agreement, they pulled apart. She struggled to maintain eye contact with him but she soon gave up.

 It occurred to her that she could be living in a sort of loop. Living and reliving the past. Because that’s what Dayo was, the past. Right?

 His phone rang and he walked over to it, looked at it and groaned. Picking it up he said, “Gotta go.”

 She walked with him to the front door, as though she were in a kind of trance. At the door, he turned and gave her waist a quick squeeze before kissing her lips gently.

 “I’ll call you. We’ll talk.”

 She nodded.absentmindedly and watched him as he walked towards his car. She wondered who had called him.

 As his car receded, she let a wave of jealousy wash over her. Their four year separation had not restored her faith in him. She felt someone’s gaze on her and when she turned, her eyes met Lanre’s.

 He was looking at her curiously. Any moment now he would walk over to her with questions; she spun on her heels, walked into her house and closed the door gently behind her.

 Alone now, she leant against the door and ran through the sequence of events in her head. Dayo was back in her life and he seemed determined to stay in it.          

 To be continued

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Saturday, April 08, 2017

The Men She Loved (4)



Lola glanced at her phone. Only five minutes had passed since the last time she had checked it. Her neck hurt, her palms felt sweaty and she had a distinct feeling that what she was doing was wrong.

Dayo had told her he would be at hers at 5pm. It was now 5:05 and her anticipation had reached colourful heights. She alternated between wanting to call him and cancel and wishing her doorbell would ring with an intensity that had her hands feeling numb. Her phone began to ring to the tune of Lagbaja’s Konko Below. She dragged her eyes to the screen.

It was Ada. She had not spoken to her friend throughout the week and she wasn’t sure talking to her now was a great idea. Ada had a great bullshit radar. She would know something was up and she wouldn’t rest until she discovered what it was. She ignored the call.

Her doorbell rang and her heart thumped She glanced at the mirror in the corridor.

Her makeup was light – just a gloss and some liner. She wore a bright yellow and pink summer dress. Not because yellow was his favourite colour but because it suited her and she felt summery.

Dayo stood before her in jeans and a pink polo shirt. She tried to smile but failed. His eyes were boring into her and doing terrible, wonderful things to her insides.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

“You know you have to invite people like me in – vampires and all that…” She laughed obligingly and stepped aside “Nice place.”

Wednesday, April 05, 2017

The Men She Loved (3)




It was her cousin’s wedding reception and she sat on one of the 50 tables, seated amongst strangers. Her mind wandered until the girl beside her squealed.

“He is here!”

The speaker wasn’t talking to her so she turned back to facing nothing in the distance, but she could not help but overhear.

“Who is?”

“That Dayo guy. I heard he has been to prison, but boy is he hot!”

Lola felt like her heart was going to explode out of her chest. She craned her neck and scanned the crowds but she could not see his frame from where she sat.

“Ah! What did he do?”

“It was probably 419. That’s what all these boys do when they go to jand.”

“Which one is he?”

“Are you blind? He is the finest guy here! That yellow paw paw one.”

Lola discreetly followed the finger, which the speaker pointed to direct her friend and she saw him. Her heart tripled its pace.

 For a moment, she felt dizzy. She wished for the fifth time that day that Temi had not been too busy to accompany her. She stood up abruptly.

“Hey!”

The seats were so close together that she had shoved the seat of the person beside her as she stood. She gave her best apologetic smile, “I’m sorry.”

She had done her dutiful two hours at the venue and she could leave with a guilt free conscience. But she didn’t move from her spot.

Monday, April 03, 2017

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