To Be or Not? All The Episodes

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To Be Or Not? E10

…..Just then; Emily’s phone rang. She glanced at the screen and silenced the call. Buchi immediately suspected it was Obi calling, she quickly snatched the phone immediately Emily dropped it and answered the call, Emily tried unsuccessfully to stop her from answering the call. When that failed; she gesticulated with her hands signaling she wasn’t there.
“Hello Obi, it’s been a while.” Buchi said, ignoring Emily, not given Obi the opportunity to get in a word, she went on. “And you won’t believe, but I just asked Emily about you; you’re the true son of your father. Emily is here, let me pass the phone to her.” And she quickly put the phone at Emily’s ear.

“Emily?” Obi asked staring at the phone to confirm she was still on the line.

“I’m here.” She whispered dry-mouthed.

“Can we talk now?”

“My lunch break is almost over.”

“Ok. Can I pick you up after work, today?”

“Ehm, church. I have to go to church.” She grasped at an excuse not to meet with him.

He laughed softly. “Today is Monday.” He reminded her.

“Oh, ok.” She acquiesced, she had run out of excuses.

“Six?”

“Seven pm. Like you said; today is monday.”

“Ok. See you then.” He replied. Excited he had gotten her to commit to a meeting, and the Emily he knew never went back on her promise.

Emily ended the call and looked up to find Buchi grinning widely. The grin irritated Emily greatly, she simply shook her head and pushed her plate aside.
She was suddenly very full and didn’t or couldn’t eat another spoonful.

“So?” Buchi prompted.

“You and I aren’t having this discussion, I have work to get back to.” Emily got up.

“But you haven’t finished your food?”

“I’m full. Eat up let’s go.”

“Are you going to stand over me while I eat?” Buchi raised an eyebrow questioningly.

Rolling her eyes in exasperation, Emily sat back down and patiently waited for Buchi to finish her meal.

“You know what I find funny? You aren’t upset with your mom for the hookup, because you told me you both ended up talking for hours, rather you’re upset with poor innocent Obi; who is equally a pawn in this matchmaking game. How?”

Emily’s only response to that question was a raised eyebrow.

Laughing, Buchi held up both hands in surrender before going back to her food smiling to herself and stealing glances at Emily’s disturbed face.

*

Obi was waiting, parked outside Emily’s office when she closed by 6:30 pm. She slid into the car and buckled up.

“Where would you like to go?” Obi asked her.

“Anywhere is fine.”

“Indigo?”

“Ok.”

He sighed in frustration, he couldn’t understand why she was acting this way. Where was the happy, chatty, Emily he used to know? “How was work today?” He asked in an attempt to draw her out.

“Fine.”

He smiled sadly. “Is there something I’m missing, is something wrong?” He asked. He had wanted to leave the heavy stuff till after dinner but couldn’t help asking.

“Nothing.” She replied looking straight ahead.

“Really? Because up until yesterday afternoon we were cool, but since then; you’ve avoided my calls, and now you’re responding to my questions in monosylabbles. I ask again; is something wrong?”.

“Nothing is wrong.” Emily repeated.

Obi turned to her at a red light. “Is it because of our mothers matchmaking efforts, I sense you’re embarrassed. Why?”

“I’m not…..”

“Don’t lie to me Emily, and stop with the vague denials and tell me what the issue is.” He cut her off.

She exhaled slowly. “I don’t know why I find it embarrassing.”

He laughed. “I guessed as much. You do realize you are not responsible for your mother’s actions, same way I’m not responsible for my mom’s actions.”

“I know, its just….”

“Relax. We’re here; let’s eat.” He was parked at the restaurant parking lot.

Walking into the restaurant, she realized that a lot of her previous apprehension had alleviated.

They chatted while they ate, talking about everything and nothing. From the entertainment industry to the banking industry, and politics. That was one of the things Emily liked about Obi; he was well grounded in most fields, and he was always eager to learn.

She got so carried away by the light-hearted banter and was caught unawares when he suddenly said; ” Supposing we do it?”

“Huh?” She was lost, her smile froze up. “Do….?”

“Take this relationship to the next level.” He held her gaze.

Suddenly parched and flustered, she sipped water slowly giving herself time to collect her thoughts. “I thought you said you don’t want to do the serious thing?” She asked him hoping her voice didn’t come out as shaky as she felt.

“At the time yes, and I needed to be sure its me you see and not Obi Thompson the Media personality.”

“Oh, I see.” She sipped some more water. “And now you’re sure, or is it because our mothers know each other?”

“Off course not.”

“On the flip side, what if I don’t want to be with someone in the entertainment industry, because that means living in the public eye?”

“Its just a job, which I love. You know the me behind the name.”

“Ok, what if we try and it doesn’t work out? This newly re-established friendship between our moms will be soured.”

“What if it totally works?” He countered.

“We don’t know that!”

“Nothing is given, everyday is a risk.”

“Yea.” She set her glass down and picked up her fork to toy with her salad.

He stared at her for some seconds, a smile on his handsome face. When she became uncomfortable under his glare, she asked; “What?”

He laughed. “I know you’ve made a decision already, out with it.”

She smiled. “Since you know me so well, what do you think my response will be?” She teased.

“I’m hoping for a yes, or ‘ok’ like you say.” He replied in the same light-hearted mode.

She giggled. “Ok.”

His smile expanded widely.
“Ok?”

“Ok.” She affirmed.

*

Looking back to that day a year ago; Emily felt that was the day her life began. Obi was everything she had ever wanted in a man, he really made her happy.

Eight months after they officially began dating, he popped the question while they were on vacation in Kenya, and they got married today which was about a year after they began dating.

She admired her wedding ring again as the car drove them from the Church to the reception venue, it was so beautiful; a plain gold band with his initials engraved in it (his had her initials too), she was filled with such joy; she had found her prince.

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Emily’s story ends here, but like I always say; ‘A True Love Story Never Ends’. I hope you enjoyed it, I hope you weren’t to put-off with the delayed posts?

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To Be Or Not? E9

……….. She was having her after service siesta when her phone rang, rousing her from a much needed sleep. It was Obi, the call ended as she was about to answer it. She rolled over to continue her sleep, her phone rang again. She sighed and accepted of the fact that she wasn’t going back to sleep.

“Hello” she croaked out.

“Emily?”

“Uh?”

“You sound half asleep, did I wake you?”

“Yeah, I’m awake now.” Maybe if the call was brief she could go back to sleep.

“Ok, the craziest thing just happened. Remember I told you about how my mom was always on my case about settling down?”

“Yea, like my mom.”

“Well, she forwarded the number of a friend’s daughter, and the number looked just like yours. Usually, I just ignore her but the similarity in numbers was too much, so I dialed the number. Lo and behold, it’s your number.”

“What!!!!!!!!!” Emily exclaimed, jumping up, all traces of sleep clearing out.

Obi laughed.

“This is a joke, right?” she asked him tersely. One of the things she and Obi discovered they had in common was meddling mothers. While her mom was always recommending her to potential suitors, Obi’s mom was always on the look-out for potential daughters-in-law, i.e a wife for Obi. They had often laughed about it, swapping tales of their mothers matchmaking attempts, and had joked that their mothers should form an association or something. It appears they did.

But……….

Her parents lived in Port-Harcourt, while Obi’s lived in Owerri. So, how did their mothers know each-other as to exchange contacts?

Idontbelieveit!

“You’re joking right?” Emily asked again.
He stopped laughing. “I’m serious.” He replied with all seriousness.

“HOW?” She screamed. “I don’t believe it, my parents live in PH, yours live in Owerri. How did…..” she rambled on.

“The way my mom is telling it, she went for a Church conference in PH, where she reconnected with an ex-schoolmate; your mom. She said your mom immediately took her in, cancelled her hotel reservation, bla-bla-bla, and, the rest as they say is history.” He explained amused at the whole scenario.

“Lemme call you back.” She mumbled and ended the call. She dialled her mom’s number on speed dial immediately, and as though sensing the urgency her mom answered the call immediately.

“Mommy!” She wailed. “Who did you give my number again? We’ve talked about this, I thought we agreed you weren’t going to do this anymore?”

Her mom; Mrs Ada Thomas Ikoku laughed.
“Has Nnenna’s son called?”

“Yes, and…….”

“Relax, Emily.” Her mom interrupted, speaking in her usual slow, persuasive tone of voice, or ‘teacher voice’ like Emily and her siblings call it; her mom was a career teacher with a passion for teaching such that even as a School Administrator, she continued classroom teaching.

“Nnenna and I reconnected after over thirty long years, you know there were no mobile phones when we were in school, and we got talking and discovered we both have unmarried single children, who live in the same city. So we exchanged kids contacts! I gave your sister his contacts to pass on to you, I hope she remembered to do that? Anyway, he’s called right. Gist me.”

Emily could hear the amusement in her mom’s voice, and she melted. Her mom was such an easy-going person, it was difficult to be upset with her for long.

“He’s someone I know already.”

“Oh that’s wonderful! You see, all this points to that we are on the nice track. What’s he like?”

Emily and her mom got caught up in the gist, and it was several long minutes later before they ended the call.

*

“This is so surreal, it’s like in the movies. So all those star crossed things really happen.” Buchi laughed.

They were their staff canteen having lunch, and Emily had just told her the recent matchmaking tale.

“It isn’t funny.” Emily said with mock seriousness, fighting laughter herself.

“It is, and you know it. This is the stuff from which great romance movies are made.”

“I thought you didn’t like him.”

“Yea, I’m allowed to change my mind.” Buchi winked at her. “So you guys are a couple now?”

“No o! We’re just friends, good friends.”

“Ahn ahn! Why, how? You guys already have both mothers’ stamp and seal of approval, what are you waiting for, thunder to strike, and trumpets to sound?”
Emily laughed shortly. “Please, don’t start. Eat up, we need to get back to work. Besides, Obi and I haven’t spoken since that call.” She muttered, sobering up.

“Since yesterday?”

Emily nodded her head in affirmation.

“Why?”

Emily shrugged, staring intently at the food she was playing with.

Buchi stared long and hard at her, shook her head in amazement, and continued her meal.

After a while, she couldn’t help it, and she asked. “I don’t understand. Is it that you guys don’t like each other, or, what? Why can’t you guys just take this relationship to the next level, and why haven’t you spoken to him since yesterday?”

Those were million dollar questions, which Emily didn’t have answers to.

“Has he called?” Buchi asked.

“Yes, twice last night, and messages.”

“Calls which you ignored no doubt, baa?” Buchi couldn’t understand her friend. Was this the same Emily she’d known for years? This person that was afraid to take a man’s call? What had happened to instil this level of commitment phobia in Emily? It couldn’t be those two clowns: Dayo and Korede, could it?

“I honestly don’t know which to recommend to you; a Shrink or a Spiritualist.” Buchi continued with her meal.

Just then; Emily’s phone rang. She glanced at the screen and silenced the call. Buchi immediately suspected it was Obi calling, she quickly snatched the phone immediately Emily dropped it and answered the call, Emily tried unsuccessfully to stop her from answering the call. When that failed; she gesticulated with her hands signalling she wasn’t there.
“Hello Obi, it’s been a while.” Buchi said, ignoring Emily, not given Obi the opportunity to get in a word, she went on. “And you won’t believe, but I just asked Emily about you; you’re the true son of your father. Emily is here, let me pass the phone to her.” And she quickly put the phone at Emily’s ear.

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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To Be Or Not? E6

“I don’t like him, and I smell a rat somewhere.” Both ladies were curled up in front of the TV, on a Sunday evening. The TV volume was muted in deference to their conversation.

“You don’t know him, how can you like him or not?”

“At this point in your life, when you should be moving forward, one yeye man, feeling like a superstar will now come and tie you down by saying ‘lets be friends!’, no, I don’t like him.” Buchi argued with a note of finality.

“But honestly, this is what I need right now, I don’t want a relationship right now. I’ve barely been able to end the mess of a relationships I had, I don’t want to get into another!”

“What do you do when you fall off a horse? You get right back on it, or else you’ll never learn to ride.” Buchi reasoned.

“That’s if you want to learn how to ride a horse in the first place.” Emily retorted.

“What were you doing on a horse if you didn’t want to learn how to ride? In this case, why did you go into relationships if you weren’t ‘ready’ as you say now?”

“There’s no reasoning with you, I give up.” Emily threw up her hands in surrender.

“You need to bear in mind that I just met this guy a few weeks ago.”

“I read somewhere that guys know within a short period if she’s the one.”

“You read too much trash! and I think this whole discussion is about you trying to sidetrack me from this crazy idea of yours of moving in with Sam and leaving me with your evil cousin, and thats not fair.” Buchi had announced the day before that she wanted to move in with her fiancé, Sam, to escape her cousin Linda who it appeared had an agenda to snatch him from Buchi.

Buchi sighed and folded. “On that matter, I’m at my wits end. I don’t know what to do, if I stay with her longer, I just might get violent.”

“Ehen, and you are her cousin. What do you think I would do?” Emily asked drily.
Buchi smiled widely. “You don’t have a violent bone in you.”

“Can you imagine! I don’t blame you, maybe I should start throwing tantrums about how untidy she is, or how loud, or her man-stealing ways, or her lying, or……….”

Buchi was rolling in laughter.

“It’s funny to you baa?” Emily asked in mock seriousness, trying to stop herself from joining in the laughter.

“You should see yourself, you look so cute when you’re angry.” Buchi said through laughter.

“Seriously though, this isn’t fair, and I wont let you do this.”

“I’m sorry, but I have to keep my relationship. Him coming around here isn’t safe anymore.”

“Then do the visiting.”

“Yea, and I might as-well move in with him. I’ve been considering it for a while now. The wedding is close, and…….”

“This is crazy. Is this move temporary pending when Linda leaves, or permanent?”

“The way I see it, its probably permanent. Why would I want to move back here after living with him for two months.”

“Onyebuchi!!!!! What would your parents say?”

“I’ve sworn Linda to secrecy.”

“And you think she wont tell?”

“I hope not, but if she does,……” Buchi shrugged. “This is what I want to do.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I think so” Buchi replied solemnly.
Emily laughed softly. “Which?”

“Yes.” Buchi affirmed.

“Ok.” Emily hugged her. “Thank God we’ve just renewed the rent. I have ten months to find a new flat mate or cough out the entire rent.”

“What if Linda decides to stay in Lagos?” Buchi teased.

“God forbid!” Emily rejected the thought, and they both laughed.

*

“It’s surprising that you should still be single. Are Lagos girls blind, why haven’t they snapped you up?” Emily said to Obi on the drive back to her house from the Lekki Conservation foundation.
He laughed, his eyes on the road.

“Seriously, why are you still single? You’re good looking, successful, easygoing, you know how to have fun, outside, you know…….”

He laughed harder. “Em, I’m driving.”

Emily smiled. “Yeah, you’ve taken me to fun places I didn’t know existed in Lagos. Most guys, their idea of fun consist of; you know.”

They laughed, and he said; “You need to stop saying; you know, and I think you’ve been meeting the wrong kind off guys.”

“Yeah, I think so too. So tell me, why are you still single.”

“Girls cant seem to get past that classification.” He teased. “There’s nothing to tell, I just haven’t found the one.”

“Really, all these plenty fine girls?”
He shrugged.

“Ok, this is where I confess that I’ve googled you; and I found out about Anita.” She said, referring to his long-time model off and on girlfriend.

“I see.” He smiled. “And what are the press saying about me?”

“Just that you guys have been off and on forever.”

“Anita and I were childhood friends, as adults in the entertainment industry we escorted each other to events, the rest; the press made up.”

“Really, but she gave an interview in which she said you were a special friend?” Emily pressed.

“We are special friends, just not…….”

“Ok, if you say so.” She picked up her phone to read her messages. She had bbms and sms from her younger sister Julia, she read the text first.
‘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.

*****

Episode Six came early this week. Read, enjoy, and lemme know what you think.

To Be Or Not? E5

Emily stretched as her cup filled at the dispenser. Her eyes felt gritty, the food she had just eaten felt like rocks in her stomach. The day was shaping up to be one of those days when she wished she could use her lunch hour to sleep. She was dead tired and it was just past twelve on a Wednesday, there was still two and a half days ahead before the weekend. She yawned tiredly as she made her way back to her desk, in her job as a customer care agent for one of the leading national banks, she barely had a lunch break, but for the fact that it was against regulations to eat at your desk, she bet she would be required to attend to customers even while she was eating.

She saw that a customer was already seated at her desk waiting for her, and she could see some others waiting. She felt such resentment for the clients. Couldn’t they just give her five minutes to settle in post-lunch?

On second thought, she quickly banished those thoughts, the customers were the reason she had a job, and she couldn’t afford to be ungracious to them.

Dredging up a polite smile as she sat at her desk, she gave the customer seated opposite her a quick glance and a standard; “Good afternoon sir.” He looked familiar; he must be a regular customer although she couldn’t immediately place his face.

“Good afternoon.” He replied in a voice that sounded so familiar her gaze quickly returned to his face.

She stared as recognition dawned. “Obi Thompson?” This was Obi Thompson, her favorite radio show host. She would know that voice anywhere, she listened to him every day on her way to work. Such was her crush on him that she even goggled him to see what he looked like.

He smiled, and said in that deep voice she had come to love so much; “Lady you have me at a disadvantage for I don’t know you, yet.”

Emily blushed beneath her café au lait skin. Gosh, she was acting like a teenager and not a twenty five year old professional.

She gave herself a mental shake and composed herself, reverting to banker mode. “Emily Thomas, how may I help you?”

They spent the next ten minutes with her attending to his complaints, and when he left the bank, he had her phone number to ‘follow up’.

*

“Buchi!!” Emily screamed excitedly as she let herself into their apartment that evening.

Buchi came out of the kitchen smiling. “Where’s the fire? You are unusually happy.”

“I had a veerryy good day today.” Emily did a little dance as she threw her handbag into the nearest sofa.

“I can see that, what happened?”

“Ok, several good things happened today; first, I finally got to fill and mail my MBA form,….”

“Good for you.” Buchi motioned for Emily to follow her into the kitchen.

“And,………… I met Obi Thompson.”

“Who is Obi Thompson?”

Emily rolled her eyes as she snagged a fork to taste the spaghetti Buchi was making. “I swear, sometimes I think all you know is; work and Sam.”

“Ha ha.”

“How can you not know who Obi Thompson is? He’s my favorite on-air-personality.” Emily replied in mock exasperation.

“Ok, now I know. So you met him, where?”

“He came to the bank, he looked even better in life. “

“Ok, and……”

“And nothing. We met, he was so nice, totally didn’t have the celebrity, superior air. Very laid back.”

“And…….”

“What are you expecting, I attended to him, we exchanged contacts, and he called me on my way home, we talked, he is nice.”

“You’ve said that twice, I was waiting for the wow factor. Dinner is ready; serve yourself while I clean out the sink.”

Emily dished hers and Buchi’s and set the table, while Buchi cleaned out the kitchen.

When Buchi joined Emily at the table, rather than sit to eat, she stood for a moment, Emily stopped eating and looked at her questioningly, she looked disturbed.

“Ehm, my mom called, she said my cousin Linda will be coming into Lagos from Abuja for a three month interior decor course, and she’s going to need a place to stay. My mom already told her she could stay here, even before she called me. I hope its ok.”

“Off course, it’s not a problem.” Emily sighed. “For a moment there I thought something was wrong.”

“My cousin Linda is……… lets just say she isn’t one of my favorite persons, and I’m dreading her visit. I hope she wont rub you the wrong way.” Buchi said apologetically.

“We’ll be fine.”

“I hope so.”

*

Linda arrived on Saturday with a bang. For a three month stay, she came in with three large suitcases.

She went; “Darling cousin, how are you? Its been ages.” She enveloped Buchi in a perfumed hug and air-kiss.

“You’re welcome, how was your trip?” Buchi asked with a polite smile as she ushered her in.

“Oh, don’t get me started about the flight delay, and the Lagos traffic,…… oh, I almost fainted. Dear coz, you look good. Lagos agrees with you, and I bet Sam is good for you as well. How is he?” She looked around the living room. “Beautiful.” She nodded in approval. “I love what you’ve done with the living room, simple. By the time I’m done, it’ll be better.” She sank into a sofa, kicking off her shoes.

Buchi laughed nervously. “We like it the way it is, remember I have a flat mate.”

“That’s true, where’s she? Emily right?

“Yes, Emily is out, can I get you anything, a drink?”

“Anything cold.” Linda got out her phone.
Buchi rolled her eyes at Linda behind her back. At the door, she turned to her. “Bring your bags in here, let me show you to my room.” She said to Linda, the sooner she realized that she wasn’t going to wait on her, the better for them all.

‘Coming!” Linda replied.

*

Obi dropped Emily off in front of her compound after their lunch date. The date had gone so well, she and Obi just clicked, effortlessly. They had spent almost four hours talking at an upscale restaurant on the island, and had only got up to leave when the restaurant staff had begun giving them side looks. They had talked about any and everything, they had told each other about themselves, she had told him about her recent two-timing disaster, and her consequent wish to focus on her career. He understood her wish, as he also wanted to focus on building his career. they had so much fun, and a second date was guaranteed.

Her ability to talk to Obi was what she felt had been missing from her immediate past relationships with both Dayo and Korede. With Obi, she felt like she could be herself, tell him anything.

She noticed a car parked beside the gate, and ever security conscious she tried to get a good look at it, and hissed angrily when she saw that it was Korede. She ignored him and went inside. He had taken to stalking her since she broke off with him, she had told him off many times but he kept coming, so now she was ignoring him. Hopefully, eventually he’ll get the message.

‘Emily!” He called her, walking briskly after her.

“Go away Korede” She replied wearily, not breaking her step.

“I just want to talk to you.” He caught up with her at the stairs leading up to their apartment.

“I don’t want to talk to you.”

He grabbed her hand to stop her.

“Let go of my hand!” She yelled at him.

“Just stop for a second.” He said desperately.

“Let go of her hand.” Sam, Buchi’s fiancé said from behind them.

Korede dropped her hand and whirled around quickly. “Sam, its me Korede.”

“Yes I know its you, and I heard Emily, she doesn’t want to talk to you.” Sam replied drily.

“I just need a….”

“Go Korede.” Emily was very grateful for Sam’s presence, she was weary of Korede’s persistence. “Thanks Sam.” She said after Korede had gone.

“Are you ok?” He asked concerned.

“She nodded in affirmation.

“You really should talk to him, put this matter to rest.”

“I will. Thanks again.”

“You’re welcome.”

They walked up in silence, Buchi opened the door when she rang the bell.

“If it isn’t my two favorite people! Hello you two.” Buchi welcomed them with a smile, and a hug for Sam. “Linda, come and meet Emily and Sam.” She called out loud. “How was your date?” she asked Emily as she headed to her room.

Before Emily could reply, Linda made a grand entrance into the living room, Emily and Buchi stared in surprise at her. She had changed into short pink ballerina skirt and yellow tube top, and stiletto slippers.

Stiletto slippers, in the house!

Linda had eyes only for Sam, and she made for him directly. “Hello, you must be Sam, I’m Linda.”

“Nice to meet you Linda.” He stretched out his hand for a handshake.

“Uhm uhm.” She shook head in negation. “Show me some love, we’re practically family.” And to the amazement of all in the living room., Linda leaned in and kissed Sam on the lips.

To Be or Not? E4

“Hi, I’m Korede, mind if I join you?” Korede snagged a chair from the next table and sat uninvited.

Both Dayo and Emily were staring at him in surprise. Emily’s heartbeat running a marathon, she was both shocked and surprised, and would gladly have fled the scene unfolding before her if she could.

Dayo’s eyes narrowed in suspicion, glancing from Korede to Emily, a picture was forming in his head, one he didn’t want to accept. Emily looked very uncomfortable, and guilty. Could it be;……

“What’s the meaning of this?” Emily asked Korede stiffly. “What are you doing here?”

Korede grinned mischievously. “I was on my way to your place, and I stopped to get you some ice-cream; your favorite flavor. But seeing as you’re here already, that plan has been slightly modified. We’ll just have the ice-cream here.” He signaled a waiter.

Emily wanted to scream, what was Korede doing? She and Dayo just stopped at the ice-cream parlor to talk; it usually had a low patronage this time of the day. What ill-wind had blown in Korede? Already, she could feel the curious gazes of the staff and the few patrons. Damn! Emily would have given a lot to be able to disappear from the scene.

The waiter arrived, and Korede smoothly placed their orders; two servings of her favorite flavor.
“What would you be having?” Korede asked Dayo in false courtesy.

“And you are?” Dayo asked, struggling to rein in his anger.

“Korede Peters, her fiancée.” Korede extended his hand for a handshake, Dayo ignored it. Korede withdrew his hand, shrugged and dismissed the waiter. “That will be all.”

“Emily?” Dayo asked. “What?…….”

“I can explain that, but first, Korede you need to go.” Emily said desperately.

“Why, I just got here, I haven’t had my ice-cream…….”

“Korede!!!!!” Emily snapped.

“I’m not going and leaving you with a man I don’t know. That would be wrong of me as your fiancé.” Korede replied sweetly. He was kind off enjoying himself, now the shoe was on the other foot. He could guess Emily also had some explanations of her own as regards this cozy little tete-a-tete, and this could work greatly to his advantage. Hopefully, this will cancel out his transgression of not telling her about his son.

Eyeing Emily and Korede with such anger and hate, Dayo got up and walked away without a word.

At this point, Emily was very angry, at herself most especially for letting this happen, and at Korede for the fiasco he just pulled. She had planned to end it with Dayo, and believed she had ended it with Korede, but she guessed this was what she got for leaving her ends untied. She wanted to blast at Korede, to tell him off in a way that would leave no doubts as to her intentions. But patrons had begun trickling in, and she was never one for public spectacles. She settled for taking a calming breath and walking away, leaving a surprised Korede staring at her open mouthed.

Korede jumped up and made to follow her, but the waiter processing his order called to him, informing him that his order was ready. He paid quickly, and ran out after Emily, but she was nowhere to be seen. He climbed into his car in frustration and tried her number; it rang out twice. He dropped the phone and drove off towards her house. He hoped she didn’t leave with that guy she had been with. This whole thing was turning into more work than he was prepared for. All he wanted was to marry Emily, his parents wanted him to get married right? And he had chosen Emily, she had the looks, education and drive to be the perfect wife for a hustler like himself. It was supposed to be simple; who wouldn’t want to be his wife with his looks, career and pedigree? He knew for sure; Tunde’s mom and a number of women he knew would jump at the opportunity he was giving Emily and she was proving difficult. So what if he hadn’t been totally honest with her? Judging by the scene he’d just witnessed, she wasn’t honest with him as well. Was total honesty even possible in a relationship?

He was startled out of his thinking by a man waving at him. He looked around surprised to see that he had driven all the way to Emily’s and would have driven on had her gate man not waved at him. He sighed loudly, shaking his head. If his parents should see how much this whole issue was affecting him, they won’t ever say he was irresponsible.

He parked the car on the roadside and beckoned to the gate man. “Aunty dey?” He asked him in pidgin English.

No oga, she no dey.” The gate man smiled at him, he liked Korede, he tipped well.

“You sure?”

Haba oga, I no fit lie for you. She no dey. Na since morning she comot.”

Only her?”

Yes, na only her.”

Nobody come pick her?” he probed further.

No, nobody.”

Aunty Buchi nko?” He asked, if Buchi were at home, maybe he could speak with her to make his case for him.

Aunty Buchi travel since yesterday.”

Ok, I go come back.”

Korede gave the gate man all the change given to him at the ice cream palour.

The gate man’s grin widened. “My oga!” He hailed him. “Thank-you.”

As Korede was about to drive off, he remembered the ice cream, there was no telling when he would see Emily, and he wasn’t much of an ice-cream fan. He honked his horn to draw the departing gate man’s attention. He returned and Korede gave him the ice-cream; all of it. “For you and your Yarinya.”

The gate man was filled with so much joy, he rained down praises on Korede as he drove off in both Hausa and Pidgin English.
*

Emily stretched as her cup filled at the dispenser. Her eyes felt gritty, the food she had just eaten felt like rocks in her stomach. The day was shaping up to be one of those days when she wished she could use her lunch hour to sleep. She was dead tired and it was just past twelve on a Wednesday, there was still two and a half days ahead before the weekend. She yawned tiredly as she made her way back to her desk, in her job as a customer care agent for one of the leading national banks, she barely had a lunch break, but for the fact that it was against regulations to eat at your desk, she bet she would be required to attend to customers even while she was eating.

She saw that a customer was already seated at her desk waiting for her, and she could see some others waiting. She felt such resentment for the clients. Couldn’t they just give her five minutes to settle in post-lunch?

On second thought, she quickly banished those thoughts, the customers were the reason she had a job, and she couldn’t afford to be ungracious to them.

Dredging up a polite smile as she sat at her desk, she gave the customer seated opposite her a quick glance and a standard; “Good afternoon sir.” He looked familiar; he must be a regular customer although she couldn’t immediately place his face.

“Good afternoon.” He replied in a voice that sounded so familiar her gaze quickly returned to his face.

She stared as recognition dawned. “Obi Thompson?” This was Obi Thompson, her favorite radio show host. She would know that voice anywhere, she listened to him every day on her way to work. Such was her crush on him that she even goggled him to see what he looked like.

He smiled, and said in that deep voice she had come to love so much; “Lady you have me at a disadvantage for I don’t know you, yet.”

To Be Or Not? E3

Emily and Korede alighted from the car. Emily’s heart was beating so wildly. She couldn’t explain why she was so scared, they were just meeting his parents. His parents house was on Bourdillon, Ikoyi. From the outside it looked to be a well maintained duplex, with beautiful grounds. He was obviously from old money, judging by their address, one more thing she didn’t know about him. She knew zilch about his family, for he never talked about them. She glanced at him as they walked towards the house in silence. He looked nervous. Shouldn’t she be the nervous one? She took his hand in hers and squeezed it reassuringly as the front door opened and a boy of about six ran out screaming; “Daddy!” excitedly, running towards Korede.

The rest of the visit, Emily lived through on auto-pilot. It was sheer good manners that stopped her from storming out on Korede, such a rude shock! On the heels of the boy came a nice looking older woman, whom Korede introduced as his mother.

Emily was ushered into the house and introduced to everyone as ‘our new wife’.
In the house was; Korede’s father (a matured version of Korede, who invited her to call him ‘daddy’), his youngest sister; Abike, the young boy; Babatunde, and their domestic help. Emily gave Korede a questioning gaze when his mother introduced Tunde, a gaze which he couldn’t meet. She was introduced as daddy’s ‘friend’, and Tunde politely greeted her.

Korede was growing increasingly uncomfortable, Tunde wasn’t supposed to have been here today. He should have been at his sisters’ for the weekend. Yes, he knew he couldn’t keep the boy a secret forever, but he just hadn’t found the right time to tell Emily about the boy. Judging by the gazes Emily was shooting his way, it was blatantly obvious she didn’t like this new development. Just when he thought the day couldn’t get any worse, just as they were about to seat down to lunch, his mothers phone rang, and after exchanging pleasantries with the person on the other end of the phone, she passed the phone to Tunde, saying;
“Here Tunde, its mummy!”

*

“Oh my gosh!!! How do you get to have all this fun, I mean, all your dates are characterized with serious drama. My life is dull compared with yours.” Buchi exclaimed, trying to control her laughter. She had returned from a date with her fiance to find Emily burrowed in bed.

“It isn’t funny Buchi.” Emily retorted stiffly.

“Yea, I can imagine. But only because this is real life. Seriously Em, imagine this were a movie you’ll be in stitches with me by now. This is so hilarious! Better than the movie; ‘Meet the Fockers’!”

“You’re just a clown.” Emily smiled in spite of herself.

“Ok, lets get serious now. What’s his explanation?”

Emily exhaled loudly. “I didn’t let him speak, I told him I didn’t want to hear whatever he had to say.”

“Why? You should have heard him out!”

“For what? Korede talks a lot, but its obvious he doesn’t talk about the important things. Like, how can I not know he has a six year old son? Its honestly not him having a son that’s the issue, it’s the fact that he kept it from me. I mean, if he kept this from me, what else is he hiding?”

“Which is why you should have heard him out, than explain your anger to him.”

“What does it matter, I returned his ring already. We are over.”

“You did what!!! Emily Oyesanya what is wrong with you? I’ve told you time and time again; you need to be more patient, more tolerant. How can you just break off an engagement like that, is a child a disease?” Buchi screamed.

“You don’t get it Buchi, the child isn’t the problem, as a matter of fact in the few hours I spent there, I found him to be well mannered. His father is the problem. If Korede can keep something this big from me, what else is he keeping secret? And you know me Buchi, I hate important things being kept from me, I hate secrets!”

“How else will the secrets be aired if you guys don’t talk? This is a perfect opportunity you just missed to probe as much as you can.”

Emily sighed sadly and burrowed further into the bed. “I didn’t ask for this!” she sobbed softly. “I mean, here I was on my own, planning how to merge my Masters degree program and my job, he was the one who came to me, he was the one who proposed.” She sat up. “I don’t need this kind of drama in my life seriously, why cant I have a sweet, peacefully-exciting relationship like yours, why can’t I get someone like your Samuel?”

Buchi burst into laughter. “Oh my! First of; is ‘peacefully-exciting’ a word, I mean, is it even possible? Sam and I have our own issues, some of which you’re aware of. The grass just looks greener in the other yard. Emily, you need to stop being impatient, relationships take work, be it with Korede, or Dayo, or the next John Doe, it takes work.”

“I don’t want a relationship anymore, I just want to be left alone.” Emily muttered.

“Yea right! I pray you don’t get that wish. ‘Cos if you do, five years down the line, you’ll regret this day.”

“Go away and leave me in my misery.” Emily covered her head with a pillow.

“You wish! Come and help me pick a dress, Sam and I have this office dinner next weekend. Better to begin preparation on time, so we’ll know if we need to go shopping.”

Emily perked up. “What’s the dinner about, can I come?”

Buchi laughed. “I thought you said I should go away?” She said walking towards the door.

Emily followed her.

*

It had been weeks since the disastrous visit to his parents house, weeks during which Emily had ignored his calls and messages and Korede was at his wits end as regards what to do to get to Emily. He had tried enlisting Buchi’s help, but she had refused to get involved.

Today he was determined to speak with her, he was headed to her house and wouldn’t take no for an answer. He stopped at her favorite ice-cream shop to get her some Strawberry ice-cream. His eyes were drawn to a couple seated at a table, his eyes narrowed as he recognized Emily engrossed in a conversation with a guy he immediately knew was a rival.

To Be Or Not? E2

After church service the next week, Emily tried to make a quick escape, she had sighted Dayo and his sister and wanted to avoid them especially his sister. She and Buchi always joked that Dayo’s sister; Mosun was the reason Dayo was the way he is. She was the exact opposite of Dayo. Where he was quiet and reserved; she was loud and overbearing, Dayo sometimes lacked the ability to express himself; Mosun could express herself, and even tell you what she expects you to be thinking. The joke was that Mosun who was three years younger must have snatched both her portion and his of extrovertness, or something like that.

“Sister Emily!” Mosun called her name from behind. She rolled her eyes, she should have left before the benediction, now how would she shake Mosun off? The last time Mosun ambushed her after service, she invited herself to lunch at Emily and Buchi’s, stayed for lunch, dinner, was still there when both ladies had their night bath. It was past 9pm when her brother finally grew a spine and said they needed to leave so he could prepare for work the next day.

Faking a smile, Emily turned around.
“Sister Mosun!” She gushed, returning Mosun’s hug. “How are you? No need to ask, I can see you’re looking good.” Emily admired her when the embrace broke apart. Honestly; Mosun was a very pretty girl, before she opens her mouth! It’s when she has talked non-stop for a length of time that she begins to look ugly.

“It’s the Lords doing my dear, you are also looking good. I can see God is really using my brother to take care of you.” Mosun nudged Dayo who had tagged behind her, speaking loudly for all around them to hear.

Huh!!!!!!!!! Emily glared at Dayo; what had he been telling his sister? Dayo in his usual manner couldn’t meet her gaze, not wanting to make a scene, Emily just smiled.

“Anyways, I don’t know if my brother has told you, but: wedding bells are ringing!” Mosun moved her hands like ringing bells.

“Congratulations! I’m so happy for you!” Emily hugged Mosun warmly.

“Thank you!” Mosun accepted graciously.

“The engagement and wedding will be at Abeokuta next month.” Mosun steered Emily towards Dayo’s car. “So, I’m actually confused, I’m torn between giving you the family aso-ebi, or the ore-iyawo aso-ebi?” They had gotten to the car, and on cue, Dayo popped the trunk and Emily brought out two bags with fabrics in them.

Emily stared open-mouthed , like a cornered mouse as Mosun brought out both fabrics. What was happening, here she was planning on how to tell Dayo she was engaged, and Dayo’s sister was offering her family aso-ebi!

“So, maybe you should help me break the tie.” Mosun said, smiling brightly at Emily oblivious of Emily’s turmoil.

“Ahm, ehm…” Emily was at loss for words. She stared at the fabrics again; one fushia pink, the other sky blue. “Let me take this one.” She pointed to the pink fabric.” This was a ‘devil and deep sea’ decision, she had this feeling meaning will be read into whatever decision she made.

“Ahn ahn! You don’t want to wear family fabric?” Mosun accused lightly.

“No o, its just, ehm, I like pink.”

“Ok o.” Mosun nodded her head as though she had filed away that information. She dropped the bag with the blue fabric and handed the other to Emily. “Gele is in it.”

“Ok, thanks. How much is it?”

“No o, my brother will take care of it.”

Mosun shut the car boot. “The style is long mermaid gown, I can give you my tailors address, she already has the style, and she……”

“Thanks, I have a good tailor.” Emily interrupted.

“Alright, get in we’ll drop you on the way while we finalise details.” Mosun got into the front and gestured for Emily to get in at the back.

Emily rolled her eyes before getting in. There goes her plans for the day! She thought to herself.

*

“You collected what!!!” Buchi asked between uncontrollable laughter as Emily narrated the events after service to her while they made dinner later that day. “I thought you said you were going to tell him you were engaged, how did that become you going to a wedding party in Abeokuta? As family member!”

“That Mosun girl is too pushy, I couldn’t even get a word in edge wise. Honestly, when I pointed to the pink aso-ebi, I didn’t even know what that one was for, whether friends-of-the-bride or family.”
Buchi roared in laughter.

“Keep laughing, you think if it were you, you would have handled her better?”

“Thankfully, I don’t have to.” Buchi wiped tears from her eyes. “And you don’t have to as well.” She got serious. “how long are you going to drag this on, you haven’t even told your parents Korede asked you to marry him, and you accepted. Its been a week!”

“We’ve talked about this countless times, I’m still not sure.”

“Have you shared this with Korede?”

“No, everything is just happening so quickly. I haven’t even had time to think.”

“You know, with each passing day, I’m more convinced Korede is the better choice for you.”

“How do you mean?” Emily stopped in the act of washing the vegetables at the sink.

“Dayo’s indecisiveness is beginning to rub-off on you. Haba! This isn’t you, how long will it take you to decide on the best course of action, until after Korede has made all the wedding plans?”

“Honestly, I don’t know. I don’t feel at peace with Korede, as though there’s more to him than meets the eyes. I cant explain it, but I feel like I don’t really know him.”

“Ok, you’ve been saying that for a while. My question is; how would you get to know him? Definitely not by avoiding him as you’ve done for the past week. He invited you to his colleagues’ wedding yesterday; you excused yourself with a lie. He asks for a date; more excuses and lies. What’s your problem, should I book you into the nearest deliverance house? In case your village people have come after you.” Buchi joked.

Emily smiled sadly. “Anyways, I’m remedying that, he said he wants me to meet with his parents. He’s going to let me know when is convenient.”

“Better! Step in the right direction. I was beginning to wonder when the real Emily got switched. Meet his parents, and if you still aren’t sure?”

“Wont it be more difficult to end after I’ve met his parents?” Emily gazed into the far distance, lost in thought.

“Let’s get to that bridge first. Meanwhile, those vegetables won’t slice themselves.” Buchi drew her back to the present, and they continued gisting while they cooked.

*

Emily and Korede alighted from the car. Emily’s heart was beating so wildly. She couldn’t explain why she was so scared, they were just meeting his parents. His parents house was on Bourdillon, Ikoyi. From the outside it looked to be a well maintained duplex, with beautiful grounds. He was obviously from old money, judging by their address, one more thing she didn’t know about him. She knew zilch about his family, for he never talked about them.

She glanced at him as they walked towards the house in silence. He looked nervous. Shouldn’t she be the nervous one? She took his hand in hers and squeezed it reassuringly as the front door opened and a boy of about six ran out screaming; “Daddy!” excitedly, running towards Korede.

To Be Or Not? E1

“Marry me Emily……”

Emily stared open mouthed at Korede, he was down on one knee, in the dining room of an up scale restaurant which was packed full with patrons, who were all staring at the unfolding drama. Emily hadn’t expected to be proposed to when Korede asked her to have dinner with him earlier that afternoon. Yes, they had been going out for four months, but surely that was too soon for him to pop the question.
Emily began to sweat despite the coolness of the room, Korede was down on his knees brandishing a ring box, with the most amazing ring she had seen off catalogues, smiling hopefully at her, and all the other diners in the restaurant were looking at her hopefully, she could practically here them saying; Accept already!

Talk about an ambush!

Did she really want to marry Korede? She wasn’t sure. Did she really want to marry anyone right now? What will happen to her dreams, her career, her MBA, surely this was too soon. There was Dayo as well (her other boyfriend), and of both men in her life she would have chosen Dayo. But Dayo had known her for about two years and he was yet to pop the question. Enter Korede, and four months later, he was asking her to marry him.

Who wouldn’t say yes? She should say yes! If for nothing else, but to get him off his knees, and not turn this evening to an embarrassing show. She sent a silent prayer heaven-ward and prayed she didn’t screw-up this moment.

“Emily?” Korede asked.

“Off course I’ll marry you. Yes I’ll marry you.” She gushed, a huge smile covering her confusion. She could always rethink it tomorrow, couldn’t she?

Korede took the ring out of the box and slipped it on the third finger of her left hand, it fit so perfectly and the stone glittered beautifully. Despite her confusion, Emily felt joy like she had never felt before sweep through her as she looked at the ring, and her eyes pooled. This was her? Korede wanted to marry her? She had an engagement ring on her finger?
She emerged from her reverie to the sound of applause from the other diners.
She hadn’t even noticed when Korede pulled her up and into his arms for a bone crushing hug. She wrapped her arms around his neck and continued to admire her ring; it was truly beautiful.

The rest of the evening passed in a blur for her, she vaguely remembered the maître d’ offering them a complementary bottle of champagne, the congratulations, etc. She barely remembered them leaving the restaurant, she looked around her, this wasn’t her neighbourhood, where was Korede taking her to? She was tired, with work, and the proposal at dinner…..

“Where are we going?” she asked him.

“You’re awake.” He smiled at her. “I thought we should go back to my apartment. You’ve never been to my place.”

“Uhmm” she cleared her throat and sat up. “I’m really tired, today has been a day and half, and I have to go in to work tomorrow afternoon. Can we reschedule?” She smiled at him.

He exhaled slowly. “Ok.” He replied and turned in the direction of her house.

“Babe! Wake up! You want to sleep the day away?” Buchi, Emily’s sister screamed into Emily’s ear.

Emily woke with a start! She rolled over and tried to clear her thoughts, she had been having this weird dream with herself as the object of a tug-of-war between Dayo and Korede. Dayo insisted she had to marry him, and had placed his ring on her middle right finger when she refused to take off Korede’s. She quickly glanced at her hands to ensure she wasn’t wearing two engagement rings.
Thank God, just one!

Buchi noticed the ring when Emily glanced at her fingers and squealed. “Emily!” Buchi grabbed her hand, examining the ring. “This is beautiful! Korede?”

“Yes.”

“Congratulations darling!” Buchi hugged her. “This is such good news.” She bounced on the bed. “Last night?”

Emily nodded in affirmation, an uncertain smile on her face.

“Why didn’t you tell me, why didn’t you wake me, we should have celebrated. Have you told your family? Still not late. Lemme make us breakfast.” Buchi got up excitedly to leave the room, but turned back at the door. “For someone who just got engaged last night, where is the excitement?” She asked seriously standing at the foot of the bed.

“I’m happy, just tired.” Emily faked a smile.

“No you’re not. I can see right through you. This is what every girl prays for, if you were excited, the neighbour’s two streets down will know. Sup?”

Emily sighed and sat-up in bed. She and Buchi had always been close and knew each other so well, so it wasn’t surprising for Buchi to pick up on her uncertainty.

“I don’t know Buchi, I mean like you said, this is what al girls long for, and now its here; I’m not sure.” She explained.

“Not sure about Korede?” Buchi sat beside Emily on the bed.

“Yea, not sure I want to marry him, not sure I want to marry anyone right now. He asked me while we were at dinner, in the restaurant. Truly if we were in a private place I would have asked for time to think about it.”

Both ladies sat in silence, lost in thought.

“I like Korede and all, but his drama is just too much, even the way he proposed was so dramatic. He missed his calling, rather than banking he should be an entertainer.” Emily joked. “Whereas Dayo is calm, and predictable….”

“Boring!” Buchi interjected.

“Yes, sometimes. But he’s a good person.”

“So is Korede. You’ve said so yourself.”

“I know. You know what is said about like terms, Korede and I are alike in behaviour, my drama has even had to take a back burner to his since I met him. While Dayo offers dependability and stability. I can practically predict where he is right now, his morning routine, and I’ll be right.”

“Yea, I can remember you also referring to him as a ‘pulling down spirit’!” Buchi said dryly.

“That was a joke, but you know what I mean, Korede and I are like a ‘ticking bomb’ situation….. you get my drift right?”

“I don’t.” Buchi dead panned.

“You do!” Emily insisted earnestly. “Don’t you see, Korede and I in the same house, doing the forever thing, we’ll just burn the house down.”

‘You and I are alike, in fact, I’m crazier than you, why haven’t we burnt down this house?” Buchi spread her hands expansively.

“Its, not the same, we are friends, girls. Unlike in a conjugal relationship…..” Emily trailed off. “I always thought I would settle with someone……… I don’t know, calmer than me, like Dayo.”

‘Dayo has known you for two years, if he wanted to marry you, you should be weaning your first kid now,”

“We were getting to know each other!”

“No, you were standing still. How long does it take to know a person? A lifetime isn’t enough. When was he going to propose, on your death-bed? How long did we know each-other before we rented this apartment together?”

“It’s just, I feel like Korede is moving too fast, I’m just not sure…”

“Yet you accepted his ring?”

“I was ambushed. Besides, the ring is beautiful.”

They both admired the ring. “Korede does have good taste.” Buchi examined the ring with the eyes of a connoisseur.

Emily chuckled.

“The soon-to-be Mrs. Korede Peters!” Buchi teased.

“What’s that? I don’t have name again?”

“Isn’t that how women write their names these days?”

Emily sighed. “Babe, I’m still not sure, it doesn’t feel right.” She said sadly.

“You have to really think about it, think it through, think it twice. No man is perfect, not Korede, not Dayo, be sure what you want. Don’t lose the bird in hand for the one in the bush.” She got up off the bed.

“I’ve worked up an appetite, care for pancakes?”

“Sure. I’ll join you in the kitchen in a bit.”

“Ok.” At the door, Buchi turned again.

“In case you decide not to marry Korede, sow the ring into my life, dash me.”

Emily laughed. “Naughty child!”

After Buchi left, Emily got down on her bedside to pray. She asked for God’s guidance, for directions on which way forward for she was truly confused.

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Finally, we’ve gotten started, I apologise for the long break, and I hope you my wonderful readers didn’t loose faith in me and in the blog.

Here we go again, another story has begun, I hope you like, I hope you enjoy!

Lemme know what you think, and don’t forget to share. Have a great day.