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



  1. She’s pregnant ha

  2. Ha! But why?! please tell me she is not pregnant for someone and in love with someone else..chai!

  3. Ghen Ghen. .she is pregnant for Jimi

  4. Ice took it out my mouth......ghen ghen!