Breaking The Silence: Drama?

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Here’s the continuation of the Breaking the Silence series. If you haven’t read any of the episodes and/ or have missed any episodes/ or can’t remember them; here’s the first: And the news came, the second The situationshipThe Situationship 2,  The End and a Beginning and The End & A New Beginning 2

Please read, enjoy, let me know what you think (comment) and don’t forget to share. 

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…… She read all 22 messages, laughing at the desperation to hear gist in Linda’s messages. Rather than text a response, she decided to call her.

After the call, she checked her other whatsapp messages. Regular group convos, and …… a message from Chike “Hi, how are you?”

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Like seriously, how am I?

I’m peachy, very fabulous!

Lol! Angry female alert!!!

I need to get over this guy and all other guys and I need to do it fast. Like one line from him and I am cave girl all over.

Seriously, the line probably meant nothing to Chike; he was cunning like that and might just have been catching trips. Meanwhile; here I was, about to burst a vein. Smh for myself.

Anyways, Ada wasn’t going to reply that message; at least not this night. She had had enough of the day.

Just before she drifted off to sleep a text came in. curious she checked her phone; it was from Mofe saying goodnight.

She went to bed with a smile on her face.

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The coming weeks were drama-filled for Ada.

She avoided speaking with Chike and only responded to his messages r calls when it was absolutely necessary. But he was persistent! Like he invented the word.

At the same time Mofe was pursuing her like with all he had. Mofe was a sweetheart, but she just wasn’t ready to commit to a relationship with him. He said all the right things, made all the right promises, but Ada was like; been there done that! Lol!

She threw herself into the final details for Linda’s wedding and when that day came it was so beautiful, Ada teared up a number of times and she wasn’t a crier.

Their friends came in for the wedding so it was a sort of girls’ reunion.

In one of their men bashing/ advice offering sessions, it just clicked; Sola and Chike!!!

Sola was an ex-coursemate of theirs who rarely kept in touch. She was such a special person, peculiar in her own way. Sola wouldn’t keep in touch for months, but in your hour of need she was one person you could bank on, not just count on.

She came in for Linda’s wedding from Port-Harcourt where she worked and it was like they had never been apart. To be friends with Sola, you just needed to understand her and give her the space she needed when she needs it. And, what set the light bulb off in Ada’s head; she and Chike were so alike in their relationship ideals! With her (Ada and Chike), she had thought the law of opposites thingy would be what they had going for them, unfortunately; that didn’t work out. Their differences was responsible for all the fights they had. So….. maybe with someone more like him; they will be in sync! Why didn’t she think of this all the while? Ever since that text, Chike had been hounding her. He wanted them back together, but she was having none of it. Maybe if she hooked him up (discretely ofcourse on his part), he will let her go; focus on the new catch.

But she will pre-inform Sola though. Sola was too solid a friend for her not to fully disclose.

“Ok!” Was Sola’s response when she spoke with her about it. Her face lit up in a mischievous smile.  “Let’s have a bit of fun!”

Classic Sola! The plan was to get Sola to run into them; Chike had been asking for a meeting, she will indulge his request and somehow get him to meet Sola.

Either way, whatever the outcome of the meeting; she wasn’t leaving the meeting with Chike still nursing a come-back bid.

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She invited Mofe to Linda’s wedding (more like he made her invite him, lol). She forgot she had also invited Chike sometime in the past. Or maybe she didn’t forget, she just had not expected him to attend. Even when they were together he always had an excuse why he couldn’t be at family events.

So it was very surprising when he showed up at the reception!

They had ushered in the couple, the reception was in full swing with the MC piloting the affairs, the bridesmaids and groomsmen had left the couple and joined the party. Ada had gone to sit with Mofe and his friend, and just like in the movies; Ada’s gaze was pulled to one of the entrances and there was Chike walking in with two of his friends.

She stopped mid-sentence with her mouth open in shock, her smile froze, her throat was suddenly dry.

She managed to end the sentence and promptly excused herself to go block him off before he came in and made a scene at Ada’s wedding.

Walking on rubbery legs she searched her brain for what she would say to him; empty, she came up empty. She felt like everyone in the party was watching her; which couldn’t be but it felt that way. The MC’s voice fell away, all felt silent and all she could hear was white noise. Her mind went over all the possible reasons Chike could have for coming to the wedding. In her mind’s eye she saw him walking in angrily, seeing her with Mofe and making a scene.

She would just die from mortification.

She was so lost in thought she didn’t see the waiter until she had bumped into him.

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The End & A New Beginning 2

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Hey dearies, how have you all been. 

I’m sure quite a number of you must have given up on me. I apologise deeply. 

I have really truly not tried

So here’s the continuation of the Breaking the Silence series. If you haven’t read any of the episodes and/ or have missed any episodes/ or can’t remember them; here’s the first: And the news came, the second The situationshipThe Situationship 2, the most recent The End and a Beginning

Please read, enjoy, let me know what you think (comment) and don’t forget to share. 

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As expected, he called. Luckily for him it was later in the evening when I was true with the day’s hustle and bustle and able to put my feet up.

He sounded pleasant (don’t they all at the beginning?), we talked for like an hour. A lot of it was just getting to know each other. He said he was Mofe Boboye, worked for an investment firm (more like his father’s investment bank, lol; I have CIA skills), second son of a family of two male and two female children, single (google didn’t help with that), liked water sports bla bla bla.

I gave him the short and simple version; Ada, coincidentally they shared similar birth positions, and no; she wasn’t a fan of water sports.

He tried to get her to open up more but she gave him the short and simple response versions.

The conversation ended when she began to drift off to sleep. He ended the call, promising to call the next day.

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True to his word he called and several times after. She who said she was on a break found herself looking forward to his calls and messages. They talked a lot and knew so much about each other. He was easy to talk with, and she had told herself she wasn’t looking for a relationship at that time. With the absence of those pressures, it was easy to just enjoy the conversations and budding friendship. Then came their first physical date. He took her to an upscale restaurant where the food was fantastic.

Against her better judgement and with Linda’s encouragement, she dressed up nicely and was happy she did. It would have been disaster for her had she dressed in jeans and top and he brought her here.

There had a nice dinner with enjoyable conversation. Undiscussed, both of them put their phones away for the duration of the meal. Not even for one second did they glance at their phone. That was a rare feat in this social age where a lot of people behaved as though their phones were their life source.

Without her saying anything he ensured he got her home in time. When he got to her front door, he said his aim had been 9pm but traffic saw them getting in at a quarter past nine. Not so bad, it was a Saturday night she didn’t have to get up very early the next day.

Ofcourse as was to be expected there were several update requests from Linda. Lol, the girl liked amebo.

She would reply to the messages after her bath.

While she was in the bathroom her mom came into her room.

“How did your date go?” Amaka Chukwuemeka asked.

Adaeze rolled her eyes in the bathroom. ‘Next thing mommy would start planning wedding’ she thought to herself.

“It wasn’t a date, but it went well.” She replied.

He mother sighed deeply. “You and your sister, do you think you are getting any younger. All my mates already have grandchildren even the males. Yet I don’t even have an in-law not to talk of grandchildren.

“Mommy …” Ada attempted to interrupt as she came out of the bathroom.

“Don’t interrupt me!” Her mom shut her down. “What do you want to say; that will you marry yourself, or that every relationship must not end in marriage?”

Adaeze didn’t reply. She concentrated on selecting a sleep wear as though it were the most important task in the world.

“I’m not asking you to perform magic or do something impossible. All I’m asking is that you and your sister come off these your high horse and choose one of the men flocking around you. In a few years, there will be no one. A woman’s time ……”

“Mommy, we’ve heard.” Ngozi, Adaeze’s elder sister came to her defense.

Adaeze turned around sharply. She hadn’t heard Ngozi come into the room and neither had their mom.

Both Ada and Ngozi held their breath expecting their mom to continue with the scolding, but Mrs. Chukwuemeka just sighed and rather said; “Your Uncle Sam called, the burial has been fixed for June.”

“June!!!!” both Ada and Ngozi exclaimed.

“That’s a whole 9 months!” Ngozi said quickly calculating.

Amaka Chukwuemeka sighed deeply by way of response. “Anyway, it’s their brother, there are the one who have the final say.” She got up to leave the room. She turned back to the ladies at the door. “You ladies need to settle down, you are not getting any younger. Ehn, biko!” with that she left the room.

“How was your date?” Ngozi asked after their mom had left.

“It wasn’t a date, why is everyone seeing it like a date?” Ada sank into the bed.

“Ok, how was your meeting?” Ngozi rephrased.

“It went well.”

“So…….?”

“So nothing. We just had a nice meal; a delicious one at that.”

“Lol, did you go there for the food?” Ngozi teased.

“Ofcourse. I was hungry. Anyways, Mofe is cool, but….. I’m not ready.”

“Why, because of Chike?”

“No, because of me. I just, … I get mommy’s point of view that we aren’t getting any younger. Believe me; I know. But; I’d rather not make a mistake.”

“Isn’t that our fear? Anyways, just to remind you that overtaking is allowed.”

They both laughed. “You and this your overtaking is allowed. I need to reply Linda’s messages before she has a heart attack.” Ada picked up her phone.

“Aite. Good night. Church tomorrow?” Ngozi asked as she got up to leave.

“Sure.” 22 messages from Linda! She read them all, laughing at the desperation to hear gist in Linda’s messages. Rather than text a response, she decided to call her.

After the call, she checked her other whatsapp messages. Regular group convos, and …… a message from Chike “Hi, how are you?”

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Breaking the Silence: The Situationship

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……….After taking the call, Adaeze’s mom called herself and her siblings and broke the news to them; their father was dead.

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Then the drama began, we all know in Igbo land an African man cannot die a natural death; someone has to be responsible for it.

His family came with the drama; they alleged his wife and children abandoned him and contributed to his death.

It didn’t matter that he had abandoned them as children and didn’t contribute a dime to their upkeep or education. He was their father and that meant they owed him the duty of care.

It didn’t matter that they were mourning the death of a father they never had, all of that didn’t matter; in Africa it rarely does.

It was in times like this Adaeze asked herself if all the pre-wedding fact finding actually makes sense. Because if with all the fact finding people still end up married into horrible families; what’s the point?

Then came the sympathy and the sympathisers, it felt awkward, almost hypocritical.

The period was a difficult one for all involved, the antics of the father’s people didn’t make it any easier. Mrs. Chukwuemeka had to relieve the pain of the separation all over again; accusations flew all over mainly centered on abandonment. Mr. Chukwuemeka’s people were having a field day.

Then came the story peddlers with their false story telling; they said Mrs. Chukwuemeka abandoned her husband because he lost his job and could no longer cater for his family.

In a world where history is written by the loudest voice there also is the belief in silence being golden. Why do we hush our children when they attempt to express themselves, why do we perpetuate the culture of repression with only a few speaking up, and them carrying the day eventually? It’s in every aspect of our culture, we glorify the silence of the multitude and praise or envy the outspoken few. Lol. Some of the most loved and hated celebrities come to mind.

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You know that feeling of being surrounded by people yet alone? Adaeze felt it deeply at this time.

Chike; her boyfriend (or so she thought) was the first person she called to share the news with. He didn’t answer his call at the time; no surprise there, Chike had an annoying phone habit; he was always on the phone but never with his phone when you needed to reach him. So she sent him a whatsapp message. He called hours later. Asked all the questions, said all the needed things and killed it with; “Let me see if I can come?”

That saddened Adaeze. It was a Saturday, what was he doing asides hanging with friends? Could he not see she needed him?

He sent a message later; he couldn’t make it!

Absence makes the heart fonder is a big lie! A more accurate maxim is; nature hates vacuum, or out of sight is out of mind! The next day she was on her way from church when he sent a message asking what time she would be home. She replied with an ‘I don’t know’ for at that point she was upset already. What was he coming to do; to comfort her? If her comfort was dependent on him she would probably be in perpetual mourning.

He called. She ignored the first call, he called back. She repeated the same thing her message said.

‘I’m trying to find time to come and you are being difficult. Just tell me when you will be home?’ He had said clearly exasperated.

Not wanting to get into an argument with him at the time, she ended the call.

He sent a message; ‘Don’t ever end the call on me again.’

Lol! She was done, and this time for good. How Chike could make this difficult time she was in about himself was beyond her. He was always doing that. She had known him for two years and in those two years he had never been there for her. Theirs was the classic situationship where he took all she could give but gave little or nothing.

Birthdays, other joyful moments; he always made excuses. Traffic, something came up, illness, all this were excuses he used to avoid being there for her. Whereas the reverse was the case with her. She was there for him when he sneezed, every event, occasion during their two years; if she knew about it, she would be there. And it wasn’t just her praising herself, he had also attested to it.

She remembered how they met, it was through a joint venture their companies had. In reality, she has been the one to chat him up. Maybe that was where the issue lay. It’s no secret most guys can’t handle being propositioned. Maybe that was why he had never valued her or their relationship. Theirs was a relationship that had never been defined. They weren’t even friends with benefits for they was nothing to benefit from it. They were more or less sexual partners or in a ‘situationship’ for lack of a better word. Well, whatever the case; she was done. Really truly done. For two years she couldn’t think of a 3 month stretch when they were together, but there were stretches that long where they were apart.

What she couldn’t understand was why he didn’t want to let her go. He had said to her severally that she annoyed him but every time she tried to break it off, he refused. This wasn’t the first time she had tried to end the relationship but he always refused. Well. She was done, he just didn’t know it yet.

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He came by 3 weeks later. He came with a mutual friend. She ignored him. Ain’t no time for rubbish. It was a Saturday and her family was home so that helped to mask her ignoring him. Adaeze didn’t care though! A week later he sent a message asking if her ignoring him when he came to her house was good. And I’m her mind she was like; ‘I hope this young man is ok’?

Like really he couldn’t see anything wrong with his actions? That must be done serious shit. She ignored the message. It was a whatsapp message so he will be able to tell it had been read but she wasn’t going to respond to it. 2 weeks later he sent another message that he was in the neighborhood and could he stop by?

‘Okay.’ She had responded.

If only he had left it at that. If only he hadn’t tried to push by asking if she will talk to him this time if he came to her house. For that was when she snapped!

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To Be Or Not? E7

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‘Mommy is asking for your email and bb pin, she said she wants to give it to her friend whose son just returned from the US.’ “Oh no!” Emily exclaimed aloud. Her mom was on the matchmaking path again.

The thing with mothers is that they remain eternally hopeful; Emily’s mom wasn’t an exception. In the past, she had introduced Emily to all her ‘friends’ sons, Emily began to wonder where her mom got all these ‘friends’ from, because the women weren’t the ones she knew as her mom’s friends growing up. She wondered if there was an association of mothers with unmarried children, and they just exchanged children contacts at random.

Rolling her eyes, Emily closed the message, she would deal with that later, she was almost becoming a pro at handling all the men her mom tried to hook her up with. Besides, she and Julia her sister had devised a plan to give out wrong contact details to the matchmaking party.

Emily was sceptical about people especially men who needed to be match-made. What was wrong with them that they couldn’t see all the beautiful wonderful ladies all around them? Emily had long concluded that these men had to be flawed, how else could their inability to begin a relationship for themselves be explained.

No doubt some of these hook-ups worked, but naa, Emily wasn’t the least bit interested.

“You want to get some ice-cream?” Obi asked, bringing her back to the present.

“Sure.” She accepted, smiling secretly as she remembered the last time she was went to an ice-cream parlour with a man. Obi pulled into the parking lot of a shopping complex, they  both alighted and to get some ice-cream.

At the ice-cream booth, it became obvious Obi was a regular; the attendants were familiar with him and gave him preferential treatment.

When they returned to the car, she teased him about it. “You seem to be a regular everywhere we go, is it the stardom or………..”

“Or…………” He echoed as he drove out of the lot into traffic.

“I was going to ask if you’re taking me to all the places you take your girlfriends.” She asked, somewhat embarrassed at her train of thoughts.

He was silent for a while before replying: “Couldn’t I just be taking you to all my favorite places?” He asked quietly.

“Off course.” She latched onto that. “My curiosity got the better part of me.” She explained. “This ice-cream is really nice.” She changed the topic. “I thought I’d discovered all the good ice-cream places in Lag.”

She was kinda pissed with herself, what was she doing asking such questions, she knew better. Now he would think she was one of the usual Naija desperadoes!!!

It was all Buchi’s fault; yes she was laying this squarely at Buchi’s doorstep. She had been content with just being friends with Obi, it was Buchi who kept insisting a guy and a girl couldn’t just be friends. Where did Buchi get that logic? Emily pursed her lips and focused on the road. The day started off very well, maybe too well, maybe that was why she started thinking off and wishing for things that aren’t possible. But then, nothing is impossible.

Obi parked in-front of her building; Emily hurriedly unbuckled her seatbelt and opened the door to alight. Obi placed a staying hand on her arm and said; “I know what you’re getting at, it isn’t a step I’m ready for now.”

“Ok.” She replied. She got down and waved as he drove off.

Whew!!!! The day had been a day and half.

Walking up the stairs, she dialled her sister’s number.

“Hello Emily.” Her sister answered almost immediately.

“Julia, I got your message.”

“Mom is at it again!” Julia said excitedly.

“I got that. Did you give out the wrong details as we agreed?”

“Yea, I did, but mom checked the number, and noticed it was wrong. She called me out on it, saying I didn’t know my sisters phone number.”

Emily sighed.

“It’s ok, if the person calls, I’ll handle it.” She had gotten to her door. She leaned against the wall to conclude her call, Linda must be in and she wasn’t in the mood to see her yet.

“Ok. Emily, how about that stuff I asked you for, you haven’t said anything.” Julia asked for some money to update her wardrobe, personally, Emily thought julia already had too many clothes, but Emily knew Julia wouldn’t desist till she gave in. So, rather than voice her opinion, she said instead; “I’ll see what I can do at the end of the month.”

Julia screamed for joy through the phone. “Thank you, thanks darling, you’re the bestest big sister in the whole wide world. Thank you!!!”

“You don’t have another sister to compare me with.” Emily replied, smiling as she ended the call.

She rung the bell, it took Linda forever to come to the door, when Emily could hear her laughter through the door. Obviously, she had a guest. Emily gritted her teeth and prayed for patience, they just had a month to go for Linda would finish her course and return to Abuja.

“Hey you, welcome.” Linda smiled brightly as she opened the door and ushered her in. “I have someone here to see you, I found this gentleman hanging around waiting for you when I returned. We’ve been chatting and he’s been telling me how much he loves you.”

Emily hissed out her frustration as she saw the ‘young man’ in question was none other than Korede.

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MOTIVE Episode Eleven

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“I don’t know where you got this idea of another woman, I bought you that ring, I’m here to ask you to marry me.”
Chima stared open mouthed at Dayo; did he just say what she just heard? She tapped her head as though to clear it.
“This is the first time I’ve seen you tongue tied.“
“Yea, well, it’s not every day my enemies ask me to marry them.” She retorted, finding her voice.
He chuckled, came to crouch before her, taking her hands into his. “You and I aren’t enemies. We never have been, and never will be.” He said softly.
“But we dislike each other, I mean, we always rub each other the wrong way.“
“It can be argued, that all that was us fighting the attraction.”
She was silent; she couldn’t in all honesty counter that, for she knew it was true.
“Okay, assuming that’s true….” She began.
“It is true.” He interrupted, standing to his feet.
“Assuming that is true,” She waved his words away. “Wouldn’t the normal, sane thing to do have been; we begin a relationship, get to know each other better, see if we are compatible, before we do the marriage thing.”
He grinned widely. “We have a whole lifetime to get to know each other after we are married.” He replied.
“Who are you, and what have you done with Dayo Lasisi?” she whispered, seriously dumbfounded.
He laughed heartily.
“I’m glad you are entertained.” She said drily. “Is this some sort of joke to you?”
“Does it sound like a joke to you?” he asked seriously. “Does this look like a joke to you?” he brought out the ring box, went down on a knee before her, and opened the box. “Marry me Yemisi, be my wife, my friend, my partner, the mother of my children….”
Chima looked at the ring, the diamond and sapphire stones glittering in the dark. This was happening, it wasn’t a joke, and Dayo was really asking her to be his wife. She couldn’t think straight, she got up, and started pacing.
“Are you going to give me an answer, my knee is hurting.” He said after a while.
“For the love of God, sit, sit down.”
He sat in the chair she vacated, she continued pacing. After some seconds, she came to a stop before him.
“This is like a dream. We can’t stand each other.”
“Not true.”
“We barely know each other.”
“We have the rest of our lives to remedy that.“
“You have no idea how much I want this, this is so tempting, you are so tempting, and the ring……” her voice faded away as she stared lovingly at the ring. “Like icing on a cake.”
“So say yes. We both want this, we will make it work.”
“I…. I, are you sure?”
“Yes I’m sure, let’s do this, let’s get married.”
“Yes.”
“Yes!” he hugged her in a bone crushing hug, took the ring out of the box, and slipped it on her finger. It was a perfect fit. She admired the ring through teary eyes. He hugged her again.

As Lady Ahaba-Briggs walked briskly alongside Ateke, all eyes in the lobby and all the way to the elevators were on her. Even the Queen of England couldn’t have appeared more regal. She looked ultra-chic in a purple silk pant suit, which flattered her complexion, and figure. Her three inch heels shoes added a boost to her average height. As they waited in silence for the elevator, with her tapping her foot impatiently, Ateke was wondering how quickly he could get away from her. But knowing he still had to check her in at the hotel, he resigned himself to a long evening ahead.
When they arrived at the senator’s room, she stood at his bedside watching him sleep. The wraparound sunglasses she wore made it difficult to gauge her emotions.
“What’s the prognosis?” she asked quietly.
“The doctor says his vitals are very good, and he expects him to regain consciousness soon.”
“I would like to meet with the doctor.”
Ateke turned to the nurse in the room. “Please see if the doctor is in his office.”
The nurse left. Lady Ada sat in the chair closest to the bed.
‘What’s all this business about a mistress?”
“Pardon?”
“The papers, they say Tom was with his mistress when he was kidnapped.”
“The papers are wrong, he wasn’t with his mistress.”
“So he has a mistress?”
“That’s for him to answer.” Ateke’s phone rang, his thoughts were; saved by the bell, until he glanced at the screen and saw it was Deola. He sighed and excused himself to take the call.
“Hello Deola.”
“Hello, Ateke, the doctor said I can go home. I want to pass through the hospital, look in on Tom on my way.”

MOTIVE Episode Eight

Dayo, Deola’s immediate elder brother (although by twelve years), had accepted that it was his destiny to be plagued by Chimamani, his sister’s best friend and their childhood neighbor. So he wasn’t surprised when he was the first of the trio standing outside Deola’s room to spot her as she approached. He knew the exact moment she spotted him, the expression of concern on her face was replaced by defiance. He smiled as he observed her square her already erect shoulders, and put an extra swing into her gait. She looked as good as she always did in jeans and a dressy top. He shook his head, and silently acknowledged that he was and had always been hooked.
“Dayo, why are you smiling, you are not paying attention.” Kola, his eldest brother drew his attention. Kola following Dayo’s gaze turned and saw Chimamani as she got to them. “Ah! I should have known.” He smiled knowingly.
Chimamani knelt as she greeted Deola’s mom, who pulled her up and into her arms in a hug.
“My daughter, how are you?” Mrs. Lasisi, Deola’s mom asked, critically looking her over, holding her at arm’s length.
“I’m fine ma, and you? Hello Bros K.” she greeted Kola.
“Hello Chima.” He replied.
“My dear, I’m as well as can be expected, giving the circumstances your friend has put us into.”
“I came as soon as I saw the papers this morning; I called the house and was told y’all are here. How is she?”
“She’s ok; the doctor says her BP is high.” Mrs. Lasisi replied.
“Can I go in?”
“Sure, but I think she’s asleep.”
“So Yemisi you didn’t see me or you plan to ignore me?” Dayo asked as Yemisi was about to enter the room.
“I’m sorry granny, I forgot to curtsey.” She returned and knelt in front of him. “Hello granny, how are you, hope you took your sweetness and light meds today?” she said in mock sincerity. Kola and Mrs. Lasisi were amused by the whole exchange, while Dayo was slightly embarrassed, there were attracting attention.
“Why are you calling him granny?” Kola asked her.
“My late grandmother was the only one who called me Yemisi, since he insists on calling me same, he might as well replace her. Granny, may I rise?” She asked Dayo.
“You might as well stay there and learn some manners.” He retorted.
“You wish.” She got up, eyed him thoroughly, and went into Deola’s room.
“Why don’t you marry her, so both of you can end all this drama?” Kola asked Dayo.
“Abi o!’ their mom seconded. “ We’ve always known you guys are meant for each other; stop this entire cat fighting and start giving me grandchildren.”
“Yes ma.” He replied, suppressing laughter. His and Chimamani’s children? They will drive him crazy, that’s if their mother doesn’t do the deed first.
“Let’s go get a drink.” Kola said to Dayo.
“Sure.” He replied, not wanting to go into the room with Chima there just yet.
“Bring one for me; I’ll stay with the girls.” Their mom went into the hospital room, while they went to get the drinks. They returned a while later to Chimamani explaining her theory of the situation.
“Deola is being set up. Whoever had the senator kidnapped wants the blame to fall on her. I mean, they wait till he is in Lagos, and then kidnap him.”
“That might be because he has less security detail in Lagos than in Abuja.” Kola said as he and Dayo joined their mom on the threeseater in the room. Deola was propped up in bed in a sitting position, while Chima was pacing.
“Exactly, the person knew he has less security in Lagos, the person has access to his itinerary in order to know where he is. And kidnapping him instead of killing him, then staging another attack?”
“What other attack?” Deola asked, interrupting Chima’s flow.
“You haven’t heard, there was another attack last night on the kidnappers.”
“What? Tom, did he….?” Deola asked, concern written all over her.
“Congratulations Yemisi, you just might give her a heart attack with your news and conspiracy theory.” Dayo said dryly.
“Well unlike you, I believe in facing any situation headlong.” She replied him. She sat beside Deola on the bed. “Deola dear, relax, I’m here now, and together, we will figure this out.”
“How is Tom, was he rescued?” Deola persisted.
“We don’t know for now; let me call Barr Ateke to find out.” Kola replied. He excused himself to make the call outside.
“As I was saying, you fainting was a very good move, otherwise you would have been arrested. Now, to find out who is behind this whole debacle, we need to find out who has the most to gain by eliminating the senator. “
“Here we go.” Dayo muttered.
“Don’t you have somewhere to be, some computers to fiddle with or something?” Chimamani asked with mock sweetness.
“No I don’t, perhaps I could fiddle with yours.” He responded in the same vein.
“Ha! Go away, let us girls solve this.” She included Mrs. Lasisi in her indication of girls.
“This isn’t one of your stories in our blog, this is reality.” Dayo argued.
“Where do you think the stories on my blog come from? Mars?” she retorted.
“With you, that’s a possibility. “
“Can you go away and let me think in peace? Go call your fiancé or something.”
“I have a fiancé? Who is she?”
“I don’t know, who did you buy the diamond and ruby engagement ring for?”
“So you track all purchases?”
“Off course I do, besides, I love that ring. You read my review and decided to buy the only one my store had.”
“Is that a problem, it was for sale.” He replied not understanding why his purchase upset her.
“Dayo, go away. Now.” She said through gritted teeth. “Before we spike Deola’s bp.”
“As her majesty pleases.” He gave her a mock bow. “I’ll be outside.” He said to the others as he left the room.

Barr Ateke had just returned to the hospital and he felt like he hadn’t left. A phone call from Deola’s brother Kola had jolted him awake from his catnap. This was followed by another from Lady Briggs to inform him she was about to board a chartered flight to Lagos. He had called the commissioner of police for a situation report and they had agreed to meet at the hospital where the senator was hospitalized. From the number of police cars parked outside, the commissioner was here already. As he made his way to the elevators to ascend to the floor where the senator was, he noticed there seemed to be more policemen than medical staff in this hospital, the place was like a barracks. The other patients must be feeling self-conscious. He sighted the commissioner and a doctor walking towards the doctor’s office and headed in their direction. As he joined them, a nurse walked up to them.
“Doctor!” she said frantically. “He’s awake, and he’s asking for his lawyer.”