Wednesday, 22 November 2017



“I hope you do like the scenery at least.” Toba said. He was looking at her and hadn’t taken his eyes off her even for a second. He was acting as though he had never seen her in his entire life. He had told her for the third time that evening that she was beautiful. Yes she knew that she was beautiful but a bit of her felt he was exaggerating. Or maybe not.

They were having drinks at the outdoor section of the Lagos Motor Boat Club on Awolowo road. His father was a member of the board of trustees. She reached for her silk scarf and covered her arms with it. It felt chilly with the evening breeze. She nodded. Yes the scenery was beautiful but she had other concerns on her mind.

She landed at the airport very early that morning and headed straight to the office. She wanted to ask for the day off to clear her head but she was only just returning from an all-expense paid two day vacation bequeathed to her by her boss. She had some files to work on as expected. In the course of the day, more work was added. It did not help that the Youth Corper Sharon still knew next to nothing about property law. All she was good at was checking blogs and gisting about the latest celebrity marriage or break up.

Tony tried hard to distract her mind with work. She didn’t even know where to begin. She had opened different documents on her computer but she found her self stuck on simple clauses and terms. The only person logically and rationally responsible for her fear was Jimi whom she had ended things with already. She hadn’t been intimate with him in about three to four weeks but she had been with him so many times before the fight that she did not even know how to calculate when conception could have occurred.

She asked Sharon to cover for her as she needed to attend to a family emergency. Hurriedly, she packed her stuff into her purse and walked out of the office ignoring Yvonne who wanted to know where she was headed. She sat in her car downstairs and sighed, wiping off the beads of sweat that were starting to gather on her forehead, nose and her philtrum. She held the key of the car but somehow did not recall how to start the engine. She did not know where to drive to. Home? Jimi’s? The hospital? Her mother’s?

She reached for her phone and unlocked it. There was a message from Dan asking if she was back in town. There was another from Toba who had already called when she landed. He wanted to know if she was okay as she hadn’t sounded too cheerful when they spoke. She ignored both and scrolled through her contacts to find the one person she could talk to.

“Where are you? Stop panicking babe.” Feyisetan said.

“Don’t tell me to stop panicking! How can I stop panicking? I am doomed! Where do I start from?” Tony burst into tears.

She noticed one of the security men looking at her. He started to walk towards her. She couldn't let anyone see her like that. She immediately started the car and stepped on the accelerator, not minding if she committed a hit and run. She continued to drive along Ozumba Mbadiwe. She did not know where to turn. She headed on to the Lekki Epe express way and somehow all found herself driving down Remi Olowude street at Oniru. She found somewhere solitary and parked the car. She locked the doors and started crying uncontrollably.

Feyisetan called back. Tony ignored it the first two times but answered it when Feyisetan sent a text that she would tell her parents if Tony did not pick up.

“Where are you?”

“I don’t know. Somewhere in Oniru.”

“Are you alright? I hope you aren’t trying to commit suicide or do something silly to yourself because of this situation.”

“I don’t know Feyi. I don’t.”

“Where exactly are you?”

“Towards Lagos Court of Arbitration.”


Feyisetan was a makeup artist and not a lawyer or a client in need of arbitration. 

“The old Elevation Church road. Straight down.”

“Okay. I will be with you soon. And if you find somewhere to buy water start drinking now. I’m coming with a kit.”


Jimi looked at his wrist watch. It was still morning. He turned behind and his colleague Nnenna had dozed off already with her glossy lips parted and her nostrils moving in rhythm with her soft snore and her big eye balls equally partly shut. The false eye lashes looked like an assembly of decayed house flies. She was a rather large lady with equally large features; large bosoms, large hips, and her rather large and tinted Afro Diana Ross hair style did not do her much justice. Ejike, his other colleague was busy chatting on Facebook as usual, looking for the next possible way to scam someone by selling fake slimming products and bleaching creams.

The company was a four staffed one. The boss rarely showed up except there was something serious. It was two days after pay day so it was certain that the boss was not coming. He always avoided coming to work when he hadn't paid salaries. Perhaps it was his guilty conscience. The front desk girl was also the cleaner and the admin staff and sometimes Human Resources. She was also the office caterer. She made fruit salad and small chops from home and sold it to the staff and other offices that shared the duplex with them. She had graduated from small chops and fruit salad and added jollof rice and white rice to the menu. The boss had complained many times but he stopped complaining when no one was listening. Jimi had just finished a pack of her jollof rice and it didn’t help that there was no cold water. The office fridge was not working properly so whatever bottles or sachets of water that went in there were sure to come out in the same lukewarm temperature, if not warmer.

He reached for his phone to make some calls. There was a new project that his flat mate had introduced him to. It seemed lucrative and it was likely that this one would be different from the previous ones. It didn’t even require as much work. It involved recruiting boys from Aba market for an Indian garment factory that was looking to set up in Lagos. His flat mate had registered a consulting business which would serve as the recruitment agency. All they needed was to get the right staff on board and the company would pay the agents for their services. The Indian guys also requested that the sample pieces made by the boys be shipped to Asia for them to carry out a proper market survey. This was where Jimi was needed. The flat mate owned the company and he wanted Jimi to contribute the capital before he was made an equal share holder.

He saw a call come in the minute he picked up his phone. And almost immediately, it was ended. He thought she would call back but she did not. He wanted to call back but then again he decided against it. 

He missed her and he needed her. Tony had been his support both emotionally and financially. He knew he had failed so far in life. He considered himself a failure. All the hopes he had as a child had never materialized and all he had was the apology of a job as a staff with a failing media company. He started to realize just how naked he really was when Tony left him. Well, she had called it space. He hoped for hope, hoping against hope that they would get back together. He loved her and he wanted her back but it still hurt him that he had spent his entire savings, including the money he planned to pay back her loan with, in purchasing the engagement ring. He had tried to impress her but it had come crumbling on his head.

He dialed her number again. It continued to ring. She did not answer it. He knew she was there and could see his call. He knew that she had called him deliberately but ended it abruptly. Maybe she wanted him back but just did not have the courage to face him? Perhaps.


Tony saw Feyisetan alight from a Toyota. She exchanged some words with the driver and then started to walk towards Tony’s car. Tony immediately ended the call. She had dialed Jimi’s number while she had been waiting and thinking of all sorts. If she was carrying his child, she figured that he needed to know.

Feyisetan opened the door after Tony unlocked it and sat beside her best friend.

“Hey.” Feyisetan said. She spread out her arms for a hug and Tony hugged her back.

“I am so scared. I have never been so confused.”

“It’s okay. Besides, you can’t be sure until you do a proper test. Are you still feeling the nausea and all that?”

Tony shrugged.

“Yes this morning. But I got better after some time.”

“Okay. When last did you do it and how come you did not use protection?”

Tony felt like a slut. It wasn’t like she was sleeping with every guy like Feyisetan. She had only been with Jimi her entire adult life.

“It was only Jimi. And we usually used protection but sometimes maybe we got carried away when I wasn’t ovulating.”

Feyisetan hissed and brought out a plastic carrier bag from her tote.

“What’s this?” Tony asked.

“The pregnancy kit.”

Tony stared at her friend.

“You want me to pee inside the car?”

“We can drive down to your house.”

“I can’t drive.”

“I will.”

Feyisetan drove the car while Tony panicked at the passenger seat. She started to shake her legs. She always did that when she was nervous.

She continued to shake her legs as they waited for the result. Feyisetan sat on the couch, watching her and shaking her head.

 “Aunty you really need to calm down.” She said.

Tony nodded. She jumped up and started to pace to and fro her living room. 

"Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name, thy Kingdom come, thy will be done on earth..." Tony chanted. That was the only prayer that came to mind at that moment. She had not prayed in so long. At first, it seemed like she missed a couple of morning prayers. Then it became weeks. And suddenly, she found herself not even knowing what words to say in prayer. 


“Are you even listening to me?” Toba asked. He snapped his fingers in Tony’s face.

“I…I’m sorry. What did you say?” She said.

He shook his head.

“Maybe we should leave.” He said. “I’m sorry I dragged you out here. I know you told me already that you were not in the mood and I should have listened to you. I understand that you are tired too. Let’s leave.” He said, smoothening his shirt.

“I am really sorry. I just have so much on my mind.” She said.

“And you can’t tell me?”

She smiled, looking away. 

“I guess I am being too forward. I think I just really like you and I feel you aren’t exactly new to me. I am very and highly attracted to you and I believe we are both adults here. But then again I understand if this is all too sudden for you.” He said.

She opened her mouth to say something but her phone beeped. It was a text. It was from Dan. He was starting to get worried not hearing from her. He asked if she was back in town and wanted to take her out for a drink. She replied that she was tired and would speak with him later. By the time she finished sending the text message, Toba had left. She grabbed her purse and hurried after him to catch up. She did not want it to look like there was a problem between them. They were in public.

“Toba!” She said.

He stopped and turned around to face her. He kept a straight face.

“Why did you walk out on me? That’s rude.” She said.

“Rude? You barely said anything to me out there and you even had the nerve to reply texts. You just made me look so stupid. You know what, please get in the car. I will drop you home and I won’t be bothering you anymore.” He said.

She rolled her eyes.

“Why so dramatic?” She said.

“Dramatic.” He laughed.

“I’m sorry now. I just have a lot on my mind right now. I have…work. I have deadlines. And I don’t feel so well too.” She said.

He sighed, leaning against his SUV. He looked at her and shook his head then pulled her into an embrace. Her heart stopped. She was attracted to him and she wrapped her arms around him. She felt some comfort even if she couldn’t tell him what was bothering her.

“I need you to calm down and take it easy. That’s why I brought you here. I figured you still needed some mental rest. Two days is not enough for a vacation anyway.” He said. He cupped her face in his hands and leaned in to kiss her. She kissed him back but pulled away immediately.

“What’s wrong?” He said, searching her eyes.

She shook her head. “Nothing.”

“You don’t want…me kissing you?”

She smiled like a school girl.

“It’s not that. I just…got out of a bad relationship and I’m still taking things slow.”

He laughed.

“Please, I’m in no way like your ex- boyfriends. I really like you and I mean it.” He said.

She smiled and nodded then she let him kiss her gently on the lips. ignoring the urge to correct him that she had only one ex boyfriend. 

As he drove her back home, she couldn't stop thinking of everything that had happened in the day. 

The next morning, she woke up a little later than usual. She hurried into the bathroom and showered then brushed her teeth and applied a little makeup. She still felt a little sick. She remembered what Toba had told her the night before as he tucked her in bed to sleep before he left. He told her that if she died serving Dealridge Ltd, they would attend her burial ceremony with a new legal officer in her place who would probably request a higher pay for the magnitude of work she was doing. She went back to the bedroom and picked up her phone to call HR. She told them that she was sick and could not come to work.

In a few minutes, Mr. Wright called her. She exhaled and answered the call, changing the pitch of her voice to that of a distressed damsel.

“Tony? What’s the matter?” He asked. He sounded like he did not want to hear any health problems. All he wanted her to say was that she was on her way to the office.

“Good morning sir. I don’t feel so good. I have been feeling weak since Accra. I think I need to go to the hospital today.” She said.

“Wow. Sorry. And today is the meeting with Mrs. Pius’ Abuja clients. The one scheduled for 11a.m. Do you think you will feel better before then?” He said.

“I’m not sure sir. I don’t feel good.” She coughed.

“What do I do now?”

“You can hold the meeting with Sharon. She was working on the file with me. I can also answer calls if you need me to clarify something.”

“Ha, Tony! Anyway please make sure you get well quick. I need you back asap.” He said and ended the call.

She smiled. For once, she would be able to stay in and get some rest. She went to the bathroom and picked up the pregnancy kit stick. She looked at it again. Those minutes had been the most dreaded of her life. It still read negative. For a second she feared it had changed overnight to positive. She smiled as she tossed it back in the bin. Perhaps it was just malaria. She decided to go to a laboratory to do a blood test and treat herself for malaria or typhoid, whatever the outcome was.

Toba had come to check up on her in the afternoon. It was confirmed that she had malaria fever. She got some drugs and Paracetamol over the counter at a nearby pharmacy and started the dose immediately on Dr. Toba’s orders. She liked the way he took care of her. She felt like his baby and his special girl. He had brought some take-out from his restaurant and she had to admit that the food was very tasty. There and then, she told him that she was a girl whose mother had tried so hard to teach her kitchen secrets and bottom pot rudiments but somehow, she had failed to assimilate properly. She didn't want him having any unnecessarily high expectations of her cooking prowess. He laughed and told her it was okay for now…until she became his wife and she wouldn’t have a choice but to make his meals. At first she had laughed it over but then it became clear to her. Toba was looking for a long term, life long relationship with her.

They had been making out for so long that she hadn’t heard her phone ring from the living room where she had been charging it. More so, the noise from the television drowned the ring tone. Mr. Wright had tried to call her several times. By the time she checked her phone, she saw eight consecutive missed calls from him forty minutes back. 

#YellowShadows 5

#Fisayo Talabi 

Saturday, 18 November 2017



The band was ministering life at the party. It was one of those bands that played so well you wouldn’t realize that you had joined in on the moves and komoles and Yoruba booty shaking. The person who played the drums truly deserved a Grammy award. Kiky had dragged her from her seat to the dance floor and the two sisters danced together to the beats, catching their fun in their own space. The celebrant was also in her own space, circled by her many high and mighty friends who were either spraying foreign currency or wadsssss of #1000 notes and were wearing heavy pounds of gold jewelry enough to open a pawn shop. Her husband danced beside her, holding the trending money spraying machine gun which dispensed dollars. Her daughter Tope was also beside her with her own little daughter who was so cute and pretty in her asoebi ball gown and a matching bow on her head. The girl was a splitting image of her dad. Tope had married the son of a top shot Abuja business man but it was public secret that the young man slept with everything in skirts. Tope didn’t really mind. She was one of those girls who preferred to fake happiness and stay married. Besides, their wedding had been extremely elaborate and every social media platform had covered it. It was what her mother had also done anyways. Mrs Akinwale’s husband had been such a cheat and philanderer that he even brought his concubines home. Their neigbours usually heard the all night arguments between the couple; from the domestic violence to the hurling of verbal abuses. But Mrs Akinwale stayed. Even if her husband had impregnated two women who had three children for him out of wedlock, it would not look good on her political profile that she was a divorcee. 

Chief Akinwale continued to spray his wife so many dollars with all the energy he had and this had a lot of the guests admiring and certifying them as couple goals while some of the young girls were setting p for their next move on Baba for the girls.  

Tony had left her apartment feeling very unhappy that morning. She missed Jimi a lot more than she thought she would. She had picked up her phone so many times to look at their photos again and to read his messages. She couldn’t bring herself to deleting them. She even attempted calling him once but thankfully, Kiky’s call came through asking her to get ready for the event. She had reluctantly worn her asoebi which Maibecca had sewn to perfection. She went over to Feyisetan’s studio at Fola Osibo street to do her makeup and have her gele laid and then called on an Uber to get her to the venue at Oniru. It was at The Landmark Centre. She knew that she needed something to uplift her spirit. Only two things usually worked the magic for her; good party food and great party music.

By the time the band paused for the tech vendors to present a slide show of Mrs. Akinwale’s happy life achievements on the projector screen, Tony decided to step out for a bit to catch some fresh air. The last time she had come to that venue was for the wedding of her Durham Uni flat mate. Jimi had come with her and they had danced together until it was so late into the evening.

As she walked out, she noticed the almighty Mr. Toba Akinwale. He was standing by the drinks bar in all his 6 feet 3 inches glory, dressed in his perfectly starched agbada and fila. Of course he had that  beard. He was smiling and chatting with someone. Then she looked at that someone and saw it was a lady. A very pretty lady. Those ones that looked like Instagram models and video vixens. A life sized doll looking every inch photoshopped in the flesh. She was wearing the asoebi too, sewn in a crop top and a very long skirt with a very high side split reaching up to her upper thigh. Yellow was an understatement. The girl was totally laiskin! 

So she even had the asoebi. Tony guessed that aunty yellow was either Toba’s fiancée or someone he was getting serious with. The girl had to be pretty. Toba was the kind of guy that fit and matched hot girls, not regular girls like her. She mentally slapped herself in the head. Why was she letting someone she didn't even know start to give her self esteem issues? She stretched to look at the girl’s fingers. But laiskin babe had stupidly blocked it with her ugly looking clutch (which was a very beautiful metallic Leiber Precious rose bag). She realized she was standing right there and staring! She hurriedly walked out of the hall before someone caught her.

After some more dancing and eating and gisting and analysing peoples' asoebi styles and dancing steps and identifying the recognizable famous celebrities and politicians at the party, Tony decided to call it a night and said her good byes to Kiky and her parents. Thankfully the next day was Sunday. Sundays were for church but of late, it had become her rest days being that she usually had extremely busy weeks. She was supposed to have a meeting at her church sub-unit but she had to pass. She would be too tired. Her mom insisted that she spent the weekend with them at Ikeja but Tony refused. She didn’t want unending lectures about husband matter.

Just like she had predicted, she opened her eyes around 9.45am on Sunday morning. No doubt, she was very late for church already which begun at 8.30am. She took her phone and disconnected it from the charger, checked IG feeds and liked as many posts as she could, laughed at funny videos and tagged her friends in some before she finally got out of bed. Of course it came calling considering everything she had shoved down her throat at the party. She took her phone to the toilet and made herself comfortable. The phone was always a dependable companion while doing the big job.

Her phone started to ring. It was Dan. 

Mr. Dan. 

She ignored it at first. She wasn’t ready to do any office work on a Sunday. All she wanted to do was get enough rest and probably head out with a friend to see a movie at IMAX and maybe grab lunch at a nice place. Thankfully the phone stopped ringing and she heaved a sigh of relief.

Answer your phone. Are you still in church?

She read his text message and rolled her eyes. She finally decided to call him back.

“Good Morning.” She said dryly.

“Are we fighting?” Dan replied.

“No…but I assume this is for work.”

He laughed.

“I’m around your area today. I had an 8a.m meeting today and now I am free for the rest of the day. I was wondering if maybe you wanted to hang out…except your husband will cut my head off.” He said.

Tony didn’t exactly know what to say. And what was with the husband?

“Hello?” He said.

“I am here…” She cleared her throat. “Um…it’s cool. It’s fine. Do you want me to meet you up somewhere?”

Maybe this was a good thing and a good distraction from Jimi. She had to admit that she had a small attraction vibe for Mr. Dan but she didn’t like his arrogant attitude and the way he carried himself like he was breathing a branded and different kind of air from the rest of humanity.

“I can come pick you up. Or we can hang at your house…you know, watch a movie and chill.”

There was an awkward silence. She knew that was not a good idea. Did he think she was a booty call? Even if she was, was she that bad that she needed guys to come into her own apartment to do it with her?

“Netflix and chill really. Mr. Dan, I think this whole thing is a bad idea. On second thought, I am really busy today.” She said.

“I did not mean it like that. The moment I said so, I knew it sounded wrong. I just did not want you to stress yourself driving. I can pick you up and wait at your parking lot or we can meet at BLD on Admiralty way.” He said. "I just want to hang out."

She smiled.

Baby geh, you need to take a chill pill sontimes! She admonished herself.

“It’s okay. I will text you the address.” She said.

“And are you pooping? I can hear the echoes of the bathroom you know. And there’s no shower on.” He teased.

“What? I’m in the kitchen!” She hissed and ended the call, and then she burst out laughing.

She rushed her shower, straightened her weave and got into a Fashpa dress. By the time she was ready, Dan had been waiting for about ten minutes in the living room.

“You look nice. And your apartment is really nice too.” He said and gave her a hug.

She liked the smell of that his signature cologne.

“Thank you.” She responded.

She shut the kitchen door as they left the apartment. She had a stack of unwashed plates that no bachelor had any business seeing lest he thought she was not wifeable.


The week had started really good. She didn’t have as tight a schedule as the week before and she was meeting all her file deadlines appropriately. By 5.30pm, she was through with her tasks and decided to head home early especially as Mr. Wright had left the office by 4p.m already. He had a flight to catch to Port Harcourt. Moreso, she had something that kind of looked like a little date again with Mr. Dan. Well, he was now Dan. He told her to stop addressing him with the Mister as it made him feel older than he was. He had gotten tickets for them to see a movie after close of work.

She had to admit that she was getting to like him more, especially after they had more detailed discussions. And yes, she told him that she was now single. He was a fun person who loved adventure and loved the finer things of life. Well, they had that in common. He talked a lot about his job, his school days, his plans to set up his own business and how important it was for young people to have a focus and a plan for their lives. He not only awed her, he also inspired her to want to achieve more and she appreciated him for that. She wanted to ask why he was not in a relationship but she felt it would mean that she was being too forward so she let it lay low.

“Tony dear…” Yvonne called at her as she started to make her way out of the office.

“Need a ride?” Tony responded.

“You people should just wait small more na. I said my car is coming soon.” Yvonne laughed.

“So what’s up?”

“Mr. Wright just called. He said he couldn’t get through to you.”

Tony frowned immediately and started to stomp her heels on the floor in anger.

“What does that man want again na?! I’m not closing late today abeg. I have other things to do with my life.” She said, not caring if the HR witches heard her.

“I’m calling him back. He asked me to put you on the line.”

Mr. Wright wanted her to get her bag packed for a trip to Accra the next morning. There was a business opportunity which just came up and he didn’t want other firms to beat them to the initial proposal and presentation.

When Tony had just joined the company, she had fallen in love with the adrenaline rush that came with the job. She loved having to travel and work late and burying herself with intellectual things. Of course she was grateful for it. There were many of her school mates who were still looking for good jobs or had ended up as housewives with no choice of a career. But Ghana? Really? She went back to her desk to download the documents he had sent to her email and to also gather some books from the law shelf in her department and some paper work then she headed out as fast as she could. She called Dan during the drive back home and told him about the impromptu meeting.

“If it’s any consolation, I can come help you pack.” He laughed. “There are nice hotels with nice pools in Accra.”

“You think this is funny, yea.”

“Okay, sorry sorry. But really, it’s part of the exposure. No one can take this experience from you. This is just an opportunity to prove yourself to Wale that you’re very qualified to become Lead Legal officer.”

She sighed.

“I guess so. Story of my life. Maybe when I am that, I will start flying private jets…or maybe business class.”

She remembered Mrs. Pius’ offer. She hadn’t even discussed it with Dan because Mrs. Pius wanted it to still be a secret between them until Tony made her decision.

It was a good thing that she left home as early as 6am because of the usual horrible traffic caused by every Lagosian who wanted to get to work early enough. The flight to Accra was for 10am. By 7.30, she had checked in already at the Murtala Muhammed International Airport and went over to the eatery upstairs to have some coffee and probably a snack. She was so starved that her stomach started to growl.

She scrolled her phone to catch up on interesting gist from Instablog9ja and LIB and searched for new rumors on SDK Blog. When she got fed up, she checked BellaNaija for photos from weekend weddings and events. She saw a post on Honorable Chief. Mrs. Iretiola Akinwale’s birthday party at Landmark centre. She started grinning as she clicked on the post and waited for the photos to load. She found it!!! A drop dead gorgeous photo of her and Kiky in their #asoebibellas. Her happiness was short lived when they tagged them as guests. She started to read comments. Someone named Bruno commented on how Lagosians liked to waste money.


Ehn? Who was that? It was a male voice so it certainly wasn’t her mom. She turned around to see who had called her with so much authority and right.

Perhaps the authority was automatic because immediately she saw him she stood to her feet and suddenly became ashamed of her behavior. Why was she even standing in the first place? He was just a guy. He was just Toba. Toba Akinwale. Hon. Chief Akinwale’s son.

“Hello, Toba.” She said, taking her seat. Why was she behaving so timid? She and Toba had practically grown up together. He was a few years her senior but they went to the same primary school before he was moved to a boarding school for his secondary education. This was Toba who had seen her and Tope his sister play many times under the rain in just their panties; bare chested, before they were even old enough to wear top bras.

“Bose. How are you? Fancy running into you here.” He said, taking a seat beside her.

“Congrats again on your mom’s birthday.” She said, still trying to find her words.

“Thank you dear. She deserves all the fun and partying in the world. Thanks for coming over too. I saw you a couple of times and tried to say hello but you were either too busy enjoying your self on the dance floor or doing something else.” He smiled.

“Yeah. It was a fun day.” She said.

“I was wondering for a moment that maybe you were hiding from me.”

She looked puzzled.

“Why would I?”

He looked at her, then smiled.

“How have you been? I tried to get your contact details from your mother but I have been so busy with work and running around. Work is so tasking.”

She nodded.

“I hear you just started a business. So what do you do?” She said. Stalk much!

“So you have been making inquiries about me, eh?” He laughed.

She rolled her eyes.

“Bose you really still roll your eyes? You always used to that when I used to tease you and Tope.”

She blushed a little.

“It’s Tony. No one calls me Bose anymore.”

“You’ll always be my Bose.” He said.

That had some romantic undertones. Weird! 

“It’s Tony now. I’m no one’s Bose.” She said.

He nodded.

“Okay Tony. So where are you headed?” He asked.

“Accra. Work.”

“I hear you’re a lawyer and a bad ass one at that.”

She looked at him.

“So you also made inquiries about me?”

He smiled and shook his head.

“Actually your mother told me herself. I didn’t ask.” He said.


She was a little embarrassed at herself.

They chatted for a little bit more and then he had to leave. He wasn’t travelling. He actually owned the eatery where she was having coffee. They exchanged numbers and he promised to keep in touch.

“Have you a safe flight and keep yourself safe, okay? I’d love for us to see each other when you get back, you know, catch up on old times. It’s nice meeting you again.” He text her in the plane just before she switched off the phone. 

“Lol. I’d love to catch up. My regards to mom and dad and Tope…and your hot girlfriend.” She replied and then threw the phone on her laps the moment she realized what she had done. 

She couldn’t retract the message! He had read it! Hurriedly, she switched off her phone.

Stupid stupid stupid!


As usual, the meeting went excellently. She had done all the legal presentation and even some financials while Mr. Wright took over the rest. She had to admit that they were a strong team together. How on earth could she disappoint this boss who propelled her to be a better lawyer everyday and go work elsewhere? There and then, the clients signed the deal and the ball was set rolling. She had prepared a similar agreement for some clients who wanted to build luxury apartments for staff of multinational companies by providing the seed fund and securing necessary financing from a reputable bank. These particular clients had already built apartments in Ghana and Kenya and were looking to break into the Nigerian market. The meeting lasted for about two hours after which Mr. Wright surprised Tony with a two day holiday in Accra. He had even booked a room for her in a four star hotel and gave her some money for shopping. He told her she deserved it and it was his way of saying thanks to her for all she was doing for the company. Unfortunately they would not travel back to Nigeria together because he needed to go home immediately to attend his daughter’s graduation from Elementary school.

Yes, Mr. Wale Wright was a workaholic and a slave driver but he was one person whom she respected a lot. He had such high moral standards and family values and it was so rare to find such a man, given the nature of his job. She only hoped his wife knew how lucky she was and how many women would kill to have a husband like him.

She didn’t have any friends in Ghana and she didn’t know what she would do by herself for two days. Maybe all she needed to do was rest. By the time she checked in at the hotel, she was extremely tired and her phone battery was also flat. She plugged it to the power outlet. A bit of her panicked. She wanted to see Toba’s response.

The apple logo came on the screen.

First step.

She keyed in her password.

Then her messages started to pour in with several beeps. 

There were several messages from Dan. He wanted to know if she was fine and how her meeting went. Some were from her mother and one was from Feyisetan. There was none from Toba.

She had a warm bath and tried to calm her head from thinking different things at the same time. As she soaked in the bath, she sipped from her glass its content and shut her eyes. She wished she could soak in the bathe forever without having to go back to the hustle and bustle of life.

She heard a beep notification on her phone. Hurriedly, she jumped out of the tub like she was being chased, still naked with wine glass in hand and towel wrapped over her head, and reached for her phone. Perhaps it was Toba, over whom she had already had pep talks in her head on the 1001 reasons why she didn’t need to fret about the text she had sent him.

It was a roaming message from her service provider.

“Go to hell!!!”She yelled and kicked the wall. She didn’t know why she was freaking out so much. Why did she care so much anyways?

She got dressed up in her night dress and ordered her dinner. Perhaps it was time to try some of that so-called Ghanaian Jollof rice. She settled for a Taraji P. Henson movie on TV and picked at her dinner.

Hi Conclusion Jumper. How was your flight and how did your meeting go?

It was Toba! Hallelujah!!!!!!

Immediately, she paused the movie and started smiling. She did not know why she was behaving this way. She had no explanation whatsoever.


She typed other words but deleted them and waited a few seconds more before sending Hey to him.

When are you back? I don’t know why I think I even owe you an explanation on whether I have a girlfriend or not.

She set the pillows properly and nestled her back into them.

I’m sorry about that…I saw you with a pretty girl at your mom’s party and I assumed that must be your fiancée. She typed.

Lol. Fiancee? Take it easy madam. She’s my ex girlfriend who is trying to get back with me. I see you noticed me at that party more than you claim.

They continued to chat back and forth into the night and for some reason, she just could not stop. She enjoyed having a conversation with him. They reminisced on their childhood and he admitted he bullied her because he had a little crush on her. 

He was funny, witty, smart and very confident of himself and manly. He was so mature and he was not afraid to pass nice compliments. Man had goals and earned a good income! It was an automatic turn on and a breath of fresh air being around men who were result oriented and passion driven unlike Jimi who had nothing but fine face, beards and a truck load underneath to show for himself. By the end of their chat, he told her that he enjoyed speaking with her and would love for them to spend some real and lengthy time getting to know each other better because he was growing to like her already. She told him about her two day vacation in Accra and he told her to try to get enough rest and to think of him whenever she got bored. She was shy but she enjoyed this flow and chemistry she was having with him. She knew him. She had known him since she was five years old. He was a great guy and now he had grown into this breath taking mature macho man. Maybe for once her mother had done the right thing to try to match make them.

By the next morning, she received roses in her room from room service. They were from a nameless person. The card read Anonymous. She wasn’t sure who they were from. She couldn’t ask Mr. Wright. Perhaps it was part of the vacation treat. But that would look weird. She wanted to ask Dan but he wasn’t answering his calls. Perhaps he was working. It couldn’t have been Jimi. They hadn’t spoken since the break up and he had no idea she was in Accra. He probably also could not afford the roses and the other parcel that came with it. She opened the parcel and in there lay a beautiful diamond stunning bracelet! It was so beautiful a piece that she started to wonder who had sent these. For a bit, she tried to imagine how Feyisetan felt each time her numerous toasters came bearing expensive gifts. She smiled at the thought. 

I hope you love your roses and the gift. I’d like to take you to dinner when you get back into Nigeria.

It was from Toba.

She was still chatting with Feyisetan on Facetime about her entire encounter with Toba and how things were just spiraling from one level to the next when she felt the urge to go. She ran into the bathroom and emptied her gut’s content. She opened the faucet and rinsed her mouth then splashed some water on her face. Her head felt a little woozy. She felt tired too. She hadn’t been sick in a really long while. She felt the nausea again and threw up a second time.

She hurried into the bedroom and picked up her phone. Totally disorganized and confused, she opened her Period Tracker app and checked for the date of her last period. Her heart was almost bursting out of her chest.

Her last period was over a month ago.


#Episode 4