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The end of the road

Tears streamed down his face as he looked at her as if in a trance. “Do you understand me, Fiyin?” Mrs. Abdullahi asked. “I wish it did not have to end this way but it is a decision both of you will regret later in life. I know you love my daughter very much but it is better to let go now”.

“Okay ma”. Fiyin managed to say. He truly loved Fatima and he had proved it to her on so many occasions. But as her mother had advised, they had to end their relationship. He could not bear it and he broke down in tears again.

Valley of Decision

They both attended the University of Lagos and it had been love at first sight for him. They quickly became an item on campus and some of their course mates had teased them a number of times to get married immediately after school.

However Fatima was never comfortable with the relationship. She had mentioned to Fiyin that she was a sickle cell patient but instead of getting discouraged, it only fuelled Fiyin’s love for her.

She had quite a number of attacks and Fiyin was always by her side to comfort her. He did not care that he missed classes just to be with her.

Mrs. Abdullahi had noticed this and on one of such occasions while Fiyin sat by Fatima’s bedside, she had called him aside and asked for his genotype. “I don’t know ma”. He had answered. “That is very bad, Fiyin. At your age, you should know your genotype. I would advise you find out immediately”.

The test result had shaken him. He was a sickle cell carrier. The little knowledge he had of genetics, told him that getting married to Fatima was risky.

As Mrs. Abdullahi patted his hand, he looked up at her and she smiled sadly. “It is time to say goodbye to Fatima but I will always remember you as the boy who loved my daughter with so much passion”.


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The Unexpected Visitor

Anyone looking at her would assume she was in labour. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she panted; breathing in and blowing out air the next minute. She looked up at the air-conditioner which was blowing at full power. It made no difference.

Her colleagues sitting on each side patted her hands continuously. “We would soon be there”. Chinedu said. “Just hold on”. Amaka told her. She looked at their faces and parted the curtains of their staff bus. They were at a standstill. Tears pooled in her eyes. She tapped her feet continuously as if that would make the traffic disappear. “Oh Jesus”. She said.

The staff bus saw an opening and maneuvered its way out. In less than twenty minutes, the bus parked in front of their office. She jumped down the bus and ran into the office hardly acknowledging the greetings from the security personnel at the door.

She dumped her bag on her desk and headed for the restroom. As she sat on the toilet bowl, her tummy rumbled as if it knew that it was time to let go. “Thank God”. She said knowing fully well that she was so close to pooping in her panties.

Pain in their hearts

Onome slipped into the office trying to avoid the prying eyes of his colleagues. He was two hours late and knowing the kind of boss he had; he knew he was done for. His boss; Mr. Jekagbadun, the Managing Director of DEF Limited was having a meeting with the board of directors in his office and was unaware that Onome had quietly slipped into his work space. Onome’s heartbeat increased incessantly. It was common knowledge in his office that Mr. Jekagbadun was a difficult boss. Issues which could be waved aside were an opportunity for him to shout down the whole office. Everyone cringed whenever he stepped into the office. He always had his way of making everyone look silly and everyone knew he never suffered fools gladly.

The DEF office was an open office plan and as Onome sat down, he bent his head a little so that whenever Mr. Jekagbadun came out of his office, he would not be easily seen. “What happened to you?” Denrele, his colleague who sat closest to him asked. As Onome opened his mouth to speak, Mr. Jekagbadun’s door opened with the Directors walking out. Everyone who had stretched their necks trying to hear what excuse Onome was to give for his lateness immediately ducked and faced their computers squarely. Mr. Jekagbadun looked round and frowned while walking the Directors towards the main reception.

As Mr. Jekagbadun’s shoes hit the tiled floor as he walked back into the open office, Onome felt like he was going to pass out. He struggled to catch a breath of air when he heard Mr. Jekagbadun’s voice boom. “Where is he? You think you can slip into the office two hours behind time and go scot-free?” Mr. Jekagbadun yelled as he walked towards Onome’s space.

Pain in their hearts

“I’m…I’m sorry, sir. It wasn’t intentional, sir. I wanted to…..” Onome struggled. “You wanted to do what? Tell me….wanted to do what? Mr. Jekagbadun interrupted. Tears filled Onome’s eyes as he struggled to compose himself. His other colleagues refused to raise their heads from their desks just in case Mr. Jekagbadun decided to have two scapegoats.

“I wanted to call you at 3a.m this morning but I felt it was too early”. Onome replied as tears spilled down his cheeks. “And why would you call me at 3a.m? Do I look like one suffering from insomnia to you?” He spat. “I’m sorry, sir. I did not mean it that way. My wife fell into labour this morning at 3a.m, sir. That was what I meant to say”. Onome said looking down and expecting the worst from Mr. Jekagbadun.

“Your wife was pregnant?” Mr. Jekagbadun whispered. “Yes…yes, sir. She was delivered of a boy and a girl this morning”. Onome replied. Everyone in the office raised their heads from their desks as if on cue while the ladies amongst them gasped. Mr. Jekagbadun suddenly felt like the devil himself. Everyone in the office knew Onome’s story. He had been married for 18 years without a child. No one knew his wife was pregnant as Onome had thought it wise to keep it a secret.

“Congratulations Onome. I’m sorry I yelled at you”. Mr. Jekagbadun apologized. Why don’t you take the day off? I’m sure your wife needs you by her side more than we do”. He continued. Onome, who had his head hung all the while looked up; shock written on his face. “You mean I should go back home, sir?” Onome asked wondering if he had heard his boss right. “Yes, please do. See me in my office before you go. I have something for your new arrivals”. Mr. Jekagbadun answered as he walked back into his office, his head hung.

As the door to Mr. Jekagbadun’s office closed, there was a sudden flurry of activities. Everyone wanted to congratulate the new dad. Tears filled Onome’s eyes once more as his colleagues hugged and patted his back.

A few minutes later, he settled down in the cab which was to take him back to the hospital; eager to go back to his wife and twin babies. As he opened the envelope he had been given by Mr. Jekagbadun, he gasped. A cheque of two hundred thousand naira written in his name stared back at him. Joy filled his heart as he prayed for his boss; who was in the meantime still hurting from the loss of his wife and still-born child; a secret no one else in the office knew.

Unscheduled Visit

He walked with a spring in his steps. He checked his wristwatch and the time read 11.00a.m. He had seen the two girls earlier and had tried to chat with them. The sisters had come to get pepper blended close to his house when he spotted them.

He had asked their names and they had obliged. “Where do you stay?” He had asked. “Just down the road”. One of the sisters had replied. “Where exactly?”. “Why do you want to know?” Another sister responded.

They got their pepper blended, secured the bowl so the contents wouldn’t spill and headed home. Unknown to them, he had beckoned on a friend and they had followed the sisters trying to find out where they lived.

As the sisters walked into their house, closing the gate behind them; the boys turned back smiling. They had accomplished their mission.

Bouncing, he intended to go pay them a surprise visit along with his friend. He walked confidently towards the house he had seen from afar earlier in the day. “Are you sure about this?” His friend asked as they moved closer to the house. “Of course, they are beautiful chicks. You talk to the younger one and I will talk to the older one. They are very young and I am sure the older one would not mind having me as a boyfriend”. He boasted.

They approached the house and rang the door bell. “Who is there?” The older sister asked. “It’s me, Darlington”. He blushed. “Darlington? What are you doing here?” She asked without moving closer to the gate. “Please just let me in. I just want to chat with you and keep you company”.

She opened the gate half way, standing in the way. “What do you want? And how did you know our house? Who is this?” She bombarded him with questions and looked towards his friend.

“Ahn, ahn, I thought you would even welcome us in”. She was about to give him a response when her younger sister walked out. “Sis, who are you talking to?” She asked. “Can you imagine Darlington is here with a friend”. “What? How did he find our house?” “I just asked the same question”. The younger sister walked back into the house leaving her elder sister at the gate.

“You should leave now. We are not interested in chatting and we do not need your company”. “It’s unfair that you would turn us back without even welcoming us into your house”. He said. “I said you should leave now. Don’t you understand English?” She tried closing the gate but he held on to it trying to cajole her.

All of a sudden, her younger sister walked out of the house with a machete. “What are you still doing here?” She waved the weapon over her head walking towards Darlington and his friend. “You want our father to kill us?”

Darlington stepped back and saw that his friend had already run down the road. He also quickened his steps and started running. The sisters burst out laughing. “Can you imagine? They couldn’t even wait”. They hi-fived and hissed. “He wants to put us in trouble”.

They were truly young. The elder aged 12 and the younger aged 10 and they both knew that their father was going to deal with them if he found out they had entertained boys.