Daddyβs Little Girl
βI didnβt raise you like that, Use.β
βBut daddyβ¦β
βKeep quiet.β
I am having a father-daughterΒ moment with my dad. Probably our last. The old man is dying and it is a heart wrenching thing to experience, so Iβd rather believe that itβs not happening. To me, heβs seventy again and Iβm his young twenty-year old daughter who has come to ask his advice over some boy issue. The boy in question is Jide. I have reported my misdeeds and daddy is giving me his counsel. He is very disappointed in me.
βI think we overindulged you. We gave you everything you asked for. And that is why when you canβt get the things you want the way you want them, you lose control.β
βBut daddy, you know Iβm not like that. Itβs just that Iβve been hurt so many times. I canβt trust again. I just canβt.β
He tries to speak but strenuous breathing takes over. I hold his bony hand; it shakes in mine. The room is warm and smells faintly of my motherβs perfume. Years after her death and daddy still retains her essence. Her clothes remain in the closet, untouched, but dusted by daddy himself every other day. The bathroom slippers she had worn on the night of her death remains on the floor, on her side of the bed. No one had touched them. No one dared to. And now, I lie beside hin, where she used to lie; a place he had not given any other woman even though he had been lonely through the years.
βBuy him a new phone, go back and apologize to him.β
βBut he lied to me. And Iβm sure he cheated too.β
βAnd you canβt forgive him?β
I want to explain to daddy that it is not about forgiveness but I know he wonβt understand. I just donβt want to continue with Jide. Iβm in too deep already. It will tear me apart if he hurts me again; my heart is too fragile. Itβs better I leave now that things havenβt gone too far between us.
βSomehow you think that when you eventually get married, itβll be with a perfect man.β
βYes. You were perfect for mommy. You always made her happy, despite all that was happening.β
He laughs, in a quiet and muffled way, to avoid going into a coughing spell.
βErhinyuse,β he calls.
βSir?β
He laughs again. βMy Honey.β
βYes, daddy.β
βYouβre still a little girl inside. Iβm wondering how you have made it thus far in this world with this mentality. Life is not those romance novels you read.β
βI know.β
βTrust is a two-way street. You have to meet him halfway. And as a woman, try to overlook some things, which would be difficult, but just try. Lastly, no more spying on his phone. Give the young man a break.β
βThatβs assuming we get back together.β
βDonβt be as stubborn as your mother, Honey. Thatβs the part of her you took that I donβt like.β
βWeβre sorry.β
He rubs my hand. I give him a glance to see a tired smile on his face. I should probably let him rest but Iβm so scared that if I leave, heβll get worse.
βYou can go now, let me sleep.β
βIβm not going anywhere.β
βIβm fine, Erhinyuse.β
βNo, Iβm staying, daddy.β
βGo.β His hand leaves mine. I dither before I walk out of the room. I stroll to mine and fall on the bed. Jide naturally enters my mind. I hate the way I miss him. I am glad that I have reason to stay back here in Warri or I would have zapped right back to him without a second thought.
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I have gotten a new phone. I have made down payment for a new car. I have cleaned my house. And I have forgiven Honey.
I kindβa understand where she comes from. She has told me stories about her exes, assholes that screwed her over, so I get her like that. I also like that sheβs crazy. Women who aim to please me, who always get it right, who always have their emotions together, tend to bore me. Passion, with a little bit of impulse is what I like in a woman. And Honey has it all.
Bobby agrees with me, that sheβs perfect.
βIf she doesnβt keep Jide on his toes, sheβs not for him.β
Shady doesnβt agree, which is ironic because his wife is extreme, an emasculator.
βSo wait, if she see you dey talk to another chick, she go burn down your house be dat.β
I laugh loudly. βNo.β
βMy own is that she bugged your phone,β Bright says. βDude! Thatβs gangstar. Your babe fit dey work for CIA o!β
βI swear!β
βYeah, that shit scared me. I didnβt even know apps like that existed.β
βThem dey nau,β Bobby answers. βPlenty sef.β
βSo youβre going back to her?β Shady asks.
βI never left her. She left. But Iβm going to give her time to calm down. Sheβll come to her senses soon.β I rise up from where Iβm seated. βWho wants extra peppersoup?β
Three Oliver Twists raise their hands. Useless guys. Itβs just like old times. Theyβd always close from work and in the name of avoiding traffic, stop at mine, drink my beer, play my computer games, eat my food and leave my house messy. Luckily for them, my mom sent Oba to me with a huge pot of catfish peppersoup earlier. I let them each have a second serving and we sit to talk about Ibro and his wives. Noka, according to gist, has suddenly developed some backbone and is giving Ibro a hard time. Eno, on the other hand is rumored to have a boyfriend outside. It has not been confirmed but I trust the wives to dig into the matter soon and come up with the true story.
After Ibro, we discuss Renoβs philandering ways. All the wives have spoken to their husbands to beg him to keep it inside his pants. Peace is beginning to lose her mind. They say she can be heard talking to herself even in the midst of people.
βSo why did he marry if he knows he canβt stay faithful,β I ask in annoyance.
βI wonder,β Shady replies. He is the only one who holds my values when it comes to men and fidelity. The others, including Bobby believe men cannot be monogamous, so they keep silent and it pisses me off.
βSo una go just siddon allow Reno mess Peace up like dat?β
βWetin you want make we do?β Bright asks.
βUna no fit talk to una guy?β
βHin be pikin wey no know wetin hin dey do?β Bobby remarks. βThe guy no cover his tracks well abeg.β
βExactly!β
βPeace is not supposed to know his shit.β
I look at Bobby in disappointment. I have a nice comeback to his bullshit but I tell myself it is not the day for an argument. I will talk to Reno myself. It might not change things but I refuse to be herded into foolishness. Somebody has to sit him down and caution him like a child. Fooling around behind his wife is going to destroy him.
βAbeg make una talk another matter,β I tell them. Shady is only too glad to change the topic. He brings up something about politics. I eye him. Itβs going to be a long night. Peopleβs wives are going to start bugging my phone soon.
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I have just finished a conference call with Deleβs wife, Saratu and Kene. They were concerned about daddyβs health. I told them he was fine and promised to send their well wishes to him. They gave me comforting words and hung up.
Now Iβm stretched out on my small bed. I can hear my elder sisters in the kitchen. The smell of banga wafts in and leaves me nostalgic in a sad way. My childhood was bittersweet. I had good memories and bad ones too. I have never really shared that part of my life with anyone because of the harrowing experience I went through in the hands of my siblings. They never accepted me because I was their half-sister. Daddy married my mom just a year after their own mother died. They never fully let mommy in as well. Mommy, on the other hand, didnβt make things easier for herself; she was a perfect example of an overbearing stepmother. Not that I blamed her. She was only twenty-six years old when she became a wife, marrying a man twice her age, whose first son was a year younger than she was.
My parents pampered me a lot but each time they were away, my siblings would maltreat me, especially Harry, our firstborn. That one particularly had it in for me. He would beat me over every little mistake and threaten to kill me if I told on him. Ergo, I shut my mouth and my parents never learned about my ordeal. Leaving home at an early age to work as a flight attendant was a way of escape.
I have never shared this part of my life with anyone, apart from Kene and Saratu. They alone knew how much I suffered in the hands of my siblings.
In those days Kene would comfort me by always reminding me about Joseph in the Bible and how his life turned out better than his brothersβ in the end. Well I canβt say my life is better than theirs (for instance, Harry is stinking rich) but I think I have done well for myself. Iβm willing to forgive them and put the past behind me but I doubt that we will ever bridge that gap. That is why I donβt want daddy to die. If he does, who will I call family?
I feel so weighed down and want Jide so badly; but again, I donβt want him. I have tried dialing his number more than ten times already but discovered Iβm actually a coward, so I always end up terminating the call before it connects. Not that I even have any right to call, considering I destroyed his phone so thoughtlessly. I feel really sorry now, after speaking to daddy. I went too far, I guess. I wouldnβt talk to me too if I was in Jideβs shoes. He probably hates me.
I hear daddy coughing. Maybe he needs someone to help him with a drink of water. I rush to his room and pour some water in a glass cup. He looks at me when I move to the bed with the cup. I help him up and place it in his shaky hand. He holds it for a second, then it slips to the floor, shattering into pieces.
βItβs okay,β I say. βIβll clean it up. Just lie back while I get the broom.β
I hurry out and return with a broom and dustpan. Daddy is still hunched over, coughing. On the floor, where the glass shards lay scattered, I see blood.
βDaddy?β I look at his face; blood from his mouth has stained his silver-grey beards. I try not to cry.
My eldest sister, Jessica walks in.
βJessieβ¦β I say helplessly.
βGive him honey when he coughs. It instantly makes him feel better.β
βHoney?β I ask.
βYes, honey.β She points at a bottle on a stool beside the bed. When she turns away I pick the bottle.
βGive him honey,β I repeat as the irony of the statement hits me. I have been away too long that I have missed out my dadβs healthy years. He used to say, back in the day, βMy Honey a day takes the doctor away,β just to tease me. I was always the light of his eyes. He had me shortly after he struck fifty. In my teenage years I jokingly called him grandpa. When my mom died, it took life out of him and heβd often tell me I was the only one who made him smile. When I became a flight attendant, we sort of drew apart. He never did like the job but he never gave me a hard time over it. Now I wished I had quit earlier and spent more time with him.
βDonβt do that.β I feel his thumb under my eyes, cleaning my tears.
βIβm sorry, daddy.β
βI know. But donβt feel bad. You had to live life. I had lived mine.β
I look into his eyes and see life, alongside death. He is ready to leave this world. His tired body canβt hold on any longer but I beg it to stay just a little while. Iβm not ready to let go yet.
βMy Honey a day,β he starts to say but I donβt let him finish. I bury my head on his bed and weep my heart out.
Daddy passes away later at night after a coughing fit that none of us can stop. The honey I give him only makes it worse, so I sit helplessly on the floor and watch him cough his life away. I weep, holding his hand until it turns cold. I canβt let go.
But they come and take him away. I wail and beg God to bring him back but all I get is the echo of my own cries.
βAt least, heβs with mommy now,β my other elder sister, Jane says, wiping wet eyes. She was the only one who liked me and my mom but even then, she couldnβt show how much. Itβs not changed now, after so many years. I can see she wants to hug me by her body language but she remains where she is. I stubbornly put my arms around her and we cry together while our brothers and Jessie begin making funeral arrangements. None of us sleep. We stay awake sharing stories of our childhood, of daddy. This is the first time Iβm bonding with them and itβs priceless. At a point, we go silent and play music from daddyβs old gramophone. Most of the sounds are broken but we donβt care. It is comforting because it feels like daddy is in his room, head hunched over one of his books, reading under the light of a kerosene lantern, and stopping to hum to the music while tapping his feet.
The days that follow are filled with activity for all of us. My siblings donβt want to include me in the arrangements but I expressly remind them that daddy was my father as well and I would be actively involved in his burial rites. Knowing they can’t stop me, they decide to burden me to the point of exhaustion but I donβt mind. We all want daddy to have a grand exit. He had been a very respected and influential man in Warri, and hence many dignitaries are going to attend his burial. We make sure we put everything in place to give him the honor he deserves.
The day of his funeral comes and I find that Iβm bereaved of all strength, having exhausted myself. Not even the surprise visit from Deleβs wife and Saratu uplifts my spirit. I am literally shivering as I sit with my siblings under a canopy and stare at daddy lying peacefully in his casket. I donβt realize that itβs a fever that has taken over my body. I am in bad form, physically and emotionally and God knows I need me some R&R and TLC after this ordeal. If only I hadnβt been a bitch to Jide.
βWho is that?β I hear Saratu whisper. She is seated directly behind me, so Iβm guessing, by the way she leans over, sheβs talking about the guy that has just walked in through the broken gate of my family home. I look at him through hazy eyes, as I have been looking at things and people for the past few days.
But waitβ¦
βJide?β I say out loud without meaning to as I sit up and lift my sunglasses to see better.
He came?
βThatβs Jide?β Saratu asks.
βWhere?β Deleβs wife joins in. I donβt answer them. My eyes are fixed on him and I begin to feel warm inside as my pulse picks up speed. Swiftly, I spring from my seat. I dash to him with weak legs as he stands by the gate, uncertain if he should continue in or not. My long, white iro sweeps the red earth beneath me with each move. He sees me approaching and stays his stare on me. Iβm caught in emotions which can only be expressed through tears that are all dried out. I take off my sunglasses and rub my assaulted eyes with the back of my hand. My strides lose tempo but not urgency when Iβm just a couple of steps from him. He extends his hand and takes mine to enclose me in a bear hug. My heart strings pull together painfully; I hold him tighter.
βSorry for your loss, Honey.β
His voice is like a kiss from heaven. And right now I donβt care if people are watching us or how my brothers and sisters would feel.
βYour temperature is high,β Jide informs me, pulling away. βAnd youβve lost so much weight.β
I canβt reply him because Iβm on the edge of emotions. I have so much to tell him.
βPeople are staring,β he says. βWe should join the crowd.β
Linking hands, we walk back. He takes a seat away from everyone else and I settle back into my mine to get some eye-lashing from Jessie. I slip back my sunglasses to ignore her.
The ceremony continues for an eternity. Finally, it draws to a close and daddy is taken to his final destination and lowered into his grave. The moment I see the coffin go down, my fever returns. I squeeze Jideβs hand to stay strong.
I am the last to pour earth over the coffin and just as I do so, it smacks me that I am now an orphan. Pain sears my heart but I hold myself and pay daddy his last respect. I feel my knees weakening as I step away from his grave. I havenβt eaten well in days and itβs taking a toll on me. The sun above is not helpful either as it adds to my faintness. Just as I feel my legs giving way beneath me, Jideβs strong arm wraps around me from behind. His mild male cologne invades my nostrils as I pass out.
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βBaby, open your eyes.β
Jideβs familiar voice wakes me. I blink so many times before I can focus on the faces around me. Jane, Deleβs wife and Saratu are there.
βAre you okay?β they all inquire.
βI fainted?β I ask.
βYes,β Harry replies. I turn and see him standing at the door of my bedroom. He has an angry look on his face and Iβm wondering what I have done this time. I look away and see that it is turning dark outside.
βFor how long have I been out?β
βThree or so hours,β Saratu replies. βWe tried to wake you but he said we shouldnβt.β
βHeβ is clearly Jide, and I can see her giving him side glances as he reads my pulse.
βYouβre exhausted and I think, a little dehydrated,β he tells me.
βLet me get water,β Deleβs wife says and dashes out.
βYouβll take fruits?β Jane offers.
βYeah, that would be great,β Jide replies. She leaves the room as well.
βI hope youβre not pregnant,β Harry says caustically. I look at him. Even at the age of fifty-eight he is still an asshole. Little wonder none of his two marriages worked. I was told he used to flog his wives as if they were slaves.
βBecause I know you. You cannot keep those your two left legs closed.β
My eyes burn and I see Jideβs narrow as he turns to him. I choose to ignore the statement. Harry has always referred to me as a prostitute. It all started when he discovered that Kene had disvirgined me. That day he beat me senseless and chased Kene down the street with the same koboko he decorated my body with.
βShe is not pregnant,β Saratu replies. I can see that sheβs annoyed too.
βGood,β he adds and walks out.
βWhat was that all about?β Saratu asks.
βJust forget it.β
βThey still treat you like this?β
I beg Saratu with my eyes. I donβt want Jide to know this side of me. But Saratu doesnβt catch on.
βWhat did you ever do to them for Godβs sake?β
Deleβs wife and Jane return with my water and fruits. I finish the water at a go. Jane drops the fruits by the bed and leaves. I reach for an apple; Saratu stops me.
βWhat if they poisoned it?β
I freeze for a second and then brush off the statement with a smile.
βJane is good people.β
βIβm just saying. Your dad is gone now. You better be careful around them.β
I bite into the apple stubbornly.
βSugar lips, what is going on?β Jide deepens his brows. I look away.
βNothing.β
βItβs not nothing,β Saratu responds. βSit down let me gist you how your babe has been maltreated in this house.β
As she begins to speak, Deleβs wife shuts my door. I eat my apple in silence, trying hard not to cry as Saratu recounts the painful history that is my life.
βHoney, why did you paint this entirely different picture of your family?β he asks after she is done. I can see that heβs not happy with me.
I look at my friends. βCan you give us some time alone?β
They walk out of the room and I sit up, inviting him to sit beside me.
βFirst of all, Iβm sorry, Jide. For our fight and for your phone and for hacking into all your accounts. Stupidest thing I ever did. Please, forgive me and take me back?β
βIβve forgiven you but that is not my problem now. I want to know why you lied to me about your family. You always used to say ‘our mother’ so I thought…β
βIβm sorry. I tried to tell you but your family is so perfectβ¦β
βAnd so you give the impression that yours is the same?β
βTheyβre just my siblings, Jide; they never really mattered.β
βBut they still hurt you. Just look at the way your brother was talking to you. Itβs unacceptable.β
I donβt want to be burdened by family drama. I just want to curl up in Jideβs arms and talk. I have missed him terribly. Iβm dying for a kiss, one of those silent ones he gives me when we both used to sit to watch TV in his house. I canβt believe I wanted to let him go just like that. I guess losing daddy and the hassle of the past few days have set my thinking right.
βWe need to get you out of here, jare.β Jide rests his hand on mine. βThe air is too toxic.β
βI have to stay and mourn daddy.β
βHeβs already resting, Honey, and you paid him his last respect. What else again?β
βI just have to stay.β
Jide discards my argument. βYou have family waiting for you. Nne was so upset at the news of your dadβs death. She says to tell you that you have new parents now, that youβre not an orphan.β
A rush of tears attacks my eyes. Jide pulls me close and rests my head on his chest.
βBut how did you people even know what happened?β
βYour sister, Jane tagged you in a Facebook post. It had an invitation to the funeral, so I looked up the address and told Nne I was coming.β
βReally?β I smile. βThanks.β
βDonβt be silly jor.β
βAfter what I didβ¦β
βLetβs put that behind us, shall we? What is paining me is that you didnβt eat the cake after I painstakingly wrote out that apology by myself.β
βIβm sorry.β I pull back and laugh.
The door barges in, interrupting me. I sit straight at the sight of Jessie.
βErhinyuse, so youβre here playing love when guests need to be fed,β she says in Urhobo and then focuses on Jide. βPlease, can you excuse her and join the other guests outside?β
I feel so embarrassed but I donβt want any type of incidence, so I get to my feet the moment she disappears.
βJide, Iβm sorry.β
βItβs okay.β He wraps his arms around me and gives me a full but short kiss that makes me feel a little better.
βIβm in a hotel not far away. Iβll check back later?β
I nod. He pushes his hands into his pockets, a sign that he is in a bad mood.
βLet me escort you?β
βNo. Iβm good.β
He bends and gives me another kiss just as Harry passes by my door. I watch him walk away. I am so embarrassed over all that has just happened.
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I sit in my car, listening to Jill Scott. Honey has introduced me to the woman and Iβm hooked to her music. Where was I when she sang all these amazing songs? I am so going to buy every single one of her albums. Sheβs too deep abeg.
I open my door to let air in. The car still smells of new leather and my nose is not taking it well. I think I have a cold on the way.
Honey has no idea that I bought this car. Sheβll be delighted because she has been urging me to overcome my fear of being behind the wheel again. Well, I drove all the way just to kill that fear and it felt good, to be honest. My speed demon that had been waiting for me to return, showed its rage the instant my foot pressed the pedal and I hit the highway. But the best part is that the car was bought in Honeyβs name. Her birthday is just a couple of weeks away and I know itβs a huge investment but Iβm known to take risks like that.
βWhat if as youβre paying for this car, sheβs there screwing some other dude in Warri,β Ibro had asked when I was making the final payment for the car. I looked at him; I didnβt appreciate his words.
βJust saying,β he added.
βNot the woman I love.β
βLove?β
I paused. The word had actually slipped out of my mouth.
βYeah, love. I love the woman,β I emphasize. βNow, write my receipt make I dey go abeg.β
Ibro had shaken his head and signed a receipt for me, then asked one of his boys to get the car out of the garage.
I canβt wait to hand it to her, even more so now that I know that Iβm all she has in this world. I will do everything to erase her painful yearsβgifts, trips to colorful places and quiet nights alone with each other. Iβm not in a hurry to put a ring on her finger. When I eventually do, it will be only because people will beg us to just make things official.
I check the time; itβs 11pm. I have been in my car for five hours, browsing the net and listening to Jill Scott on replay. I avoided my hotel room because it stank of local air freshener that my nose found offensive. I sneeze now, just thinking about it. I think I should search for a pharmacy around tomorrow to get something to stop this cold before it takes me.
I start the car and drive to Honeyβs family home, parking outside. I walk into the huge compound which is now empty, save for some teenagers under a water tank, discussing loudly. I aim for the entrance door to the house and knock, even though I find it wide open. Honey, who is carrying some toddler in her arms, spots me and smiles. She drops the child on a couch and hurries to me. She looks exhausted. Iβm guessing she hasnβt had time to rest since I left.
βHi,β I greet.
βCome in.β
I shake my head.
βOkay. Let me wear my slippers. Iβm coming.β
She disappears and returns in not just her slippers but a change of clothes, some short dress that reveals smooth thighs Iβve missed.
βWhere are your friends?β I ask.
βTheyβre staying in a hotel. I didnβt even properly introduce you guys.β
βSaratu did a great job of that. She was like, βso youβre the Jide. Nice to meet you. But Iβm not a fan, just so you know.ββ
Honey laughs.
βThe other one was friendlier.β
βShe always is. Letβs go this way.β Honey points towards the water tank and takes my hand. We stroll there. The moment the teenagers see us, they respectfully leave.
βHarry and Jessieβs kids,β Honey explains. I donβt care to know. I just want to kiss her. And I do so, not giving a damn who might be watching.
βJide, stop,β she says in a blush when our lips pull apart. I let her finish speaking and then go for her mouth again. I donβt even know why sheβs complaining when she is kissing me back. Little pretender.
βWhat is going on here?β
I stop and turn to the person who has just spoken. Itβs the man of the house, Harry. Heβs standing outside a door that I guess is the kitchen backdoor. Honey moves a step from me.
βGood evening,β I greet.
βGood night, you mean?β he retorts. βErhinyuse!β
βYes, brother?β
βI want to see you now! And you, young man, this is an ungodly hour! You may leave!β
What in the world! Does he realize Honey is a grown woman? I look at her. Does she know this herself?
βJide, please go. Iβll come and see you first thing tomorrow morning.β
βHoneyβ¦β
βGo.β
She wheels away and hastens towards him. Two of them walk into the house and I hear him yelling at her in their dialect. The only thing I pick out is, βand look at what youβre wearing!β
I am incensed. I want to storm in there and give that old fool a piece of my mind.
I hear Honey reply him but her voice is laced with a sob. No, Honey, donβt let him get to you. He doesnβt have that power anymore.
βYou must be an idiot!β He rages. βBastard!β
Honey dares to reply and the next thing I hear is a slap. Shockwaves course through me.
Another slap.
My feet spring alive as I storm into the house uninvited and find Honey holding her cheeks and staring at her brother like he had just raped her. I lose my mind instantly.
βDid you just hit her?!β I charge at him. Honey immediately steps in my way. βIβm asking you like a man! Did you just hit her?!β
He is taken aback by my unexpected appearance and action.
βJide, itβs okay, please,β Honey begs.
βNo, Honey. It is not okay!β I free my hand off hers and face the coward squarely. βYou do not hit a woman, younger sister or not!β
Other family members begin to gather. At the sight of them, he regains his foulness.
βImagine this small boy o! You come to my house to fight me?β He claps his hands like a woman. βErhinyuse, see what you have caused? See the insult and disrespect you have brought upon your family?β
βShe has done nothing!β
βYoung man, please leave,β the eldest sister says firmly as the others watch in silence.
I have a lot more of my mind to give them but Honeyβs arm on mine reminds me that I might be going overboard.
βTreating your own sister like a nonentity when your fatherβs body is still warm in his grave?β My voice is laden with the same pain Honey must be feeling. βDisgusting!β
βI said get out!β
I turn to Honey. She begs me with her eyes to leave. I pretend I donβt understand her.
βLetβs go,β I say.
βJide, I canβt. Iβll see you tomorrow.β
βHoneyβ¦β
βPlease. Just go.β
I walk away, scared for her. Scared that they might want to hurt her after I leave. I drive to the hotel and stay awake for a long time until I get a text from her.
Worst night of my life. They just told me that my dad left everything to me and itβs in their care but they wonβt give me because I was not his legitimate daughter. Iβm so confused Jide.
βDevils!β
I pick my car key and leave my hotel room. Iβm getting her out of that house for her own good. They can eat the inheritance. Honey wonβt need to worry about money in her life again.
Awon oloshi.Β
Honey baby! I’m so sorry you have mean siblings. Happy JINEY is back. I just feel bad for Honey. Sally you’re the best.
Thanks, Jumes
Yay! I’m the first here today!!!
Jeez!!! I can imagine what honey went tru in her childhood days , what a silly set of idiotic siblings …Thank God jidney are back together again , thanks sally for always been there to deliver …more ink to ur pen of knowledge.
Amen, Omotola. God bless your hustle
Awwwwwn…….. Thanks sally. Family and inheritance.. Father’s death and inheritance…. Its a complicated issue
Yeah it is
Wooooooow! Smoking Hoooot! Didn’t see this coming. Way to gooo ma’am. Bestest of the Episodes I have read so far
Thanks, Bert. Nice having you here.
I may have been too hasty in judging honey after last week. I feel bad for her. Thankfully she has Jide to lean on!
Yes, lucky for her. Loving boyfriend she has
Wow, interesting!
Thanks, luv
Thanks, luv
Family drama 101…. what??? Me I’m just happy Jide and Honey are back together. This ‘will’ bring them closer I hope. Well done Salls
Yeah, I think it will.
Thanks, Bee
Wowww,,,,i pity the kind of childhood honey had. Abeg make hold the inheritance if they no wan give her
Thanks for reading, Aramide
See this people o! Awon oloshi!!! God purnish them!!! Thank God Jide and Honey are bac together. At least he will take her away from those monster. Thanks Sally
You’re welcome, Peaches
See this people o! Awon oloshi!!! God purnish them!!! Thank God Jide and Honey are bac together. At least he will take her away from those monster. Thanks Sally
You’re welcome,Peaches
#ToxicAir. Make she run for her life o! My Igbo brodaz no dey slack…way to go Jide!
Long episode, thanks Sal.
lol!Igbo boy to the rescue!
Prince charming in shining armor. Honey has the worst set of siblings. Jide is my man
I’m sure Honey wouldn’t mind sharing *wink
Madam Sally…you for just let Jide beat that idiot small nah..How can he hit our own Honey??..I can’t wait for next week.
Madam…Our story dey delay tis days Ooo..you almost gave me HBP…..The Story is sweet shhaaa:D
Sorry for the almost HBP. I had a bad saturday, that was why.
Thanks for loving the story
All I just want to say to you Sally is Thank you and I mean this sincerely. Thanks for a wonderful and emotion laden episode.
*hugs*
You’re an angel, Kemi
Have i told you?
OMG!!! I didn’t realize I held my breath the whole time….them no born that brother well, that will dare raise his hand to slap me, then I’ll stand still n hold my cheeks, Honey u really tried.
unbelievable!!!
I guess i’m just like you.I’ll definitely fight back, big brother or not
Wao sally….. You’re the best!!!
I know, right? π
Thank you!
Hmmmm!!am enjoying every bit of this.our sally tanx
You’re welcome,Elly
WO! we go go court o! nothing like leaving dt inheritance for them! my blood dey hot! nice one,Sally. thank you
hahaha!
Anty sally u just made my saturday thanks so much
*kisses*
Family drama.i didn’t see that coming.wicked siblings,haba! thanks Sally,twale jor,lol
Thanks dear
Hot episode! Love this Jide character wella. Thanks Sally for making my day. Peace.
Thanks sweetheart. My love to your angels
Awww…so sorry for Honey, what an annoying set of siblings. At least she has Jide to lean on now, she should just ignore them and live her life jare.
You think she can let go like that? Would you let go like that?
Thank You Sally
Aunt Sally tnx a lot 4 dis episode,GBU
I av refreshed dis page many tyms 2dy& I knw d episode was worth d waiting I did.dis episode was tense& unpredictable.if only a bonus update will come up sha,if it dsnt we understand ma.love conquers all
Yes, love does conquer all. Another saturday is just around the corner, though
*singing* Aunty Sally is a nice woman,ei ei oooo. Can I jus kiss u please? Help me tell hubby to kiss u in my name… Thank u for dis sweet episode,I can now sleep and dream well.
I received many kisses, thanks to you, dear
Tins we do all in d name of family. So painful. Dnt knw wat honey is still doing deir o.
I guess she feels she owes them something
i like the “awon oloshi” Sometimes the family we come out from are Hilarious. Need me some “Jidney” right now!….. Sally: More love spirit in that pen of yours… you make imagination very sweet!. Regards to Zion and Sister plus hubby and you. Thanks for Immortals!!!
Thanks Adewunmi
Love the line: more love spirit
The best part I’ve ever read yet. Sally you just blow me up seriously. Finger crossed and waiting for the next part, Β§βΊ Β§βΊ mature.
I blow you up???? Hmmmm…that means alot of things. lemme sha carry my spoilt mind and waka
Thanks a lot!
So suddenly, the lawyer in me is just itching for this family matter. But Sally. ..can u plz ease up on the suspense…I just had a mini heart attack at the end. Thank n have a blessed week.
Our learned friend, shey you have recovered from your heart attack and can help us represent Honey
Hmmmnn! Steps are like inlaws, you are never accepted. Nice one sally
Yeah, that’s true
Honey dey try sef leaving Harry to still have control over her as if she’s still a teenager.
Harry ati Jessica…..evuls! AWON OLOSHI in caps.
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Jide would have stabbed that Harry of a guy.
I can feel your anger
I can feel your anger
“Awon oloshi” just a perfect way to end d episode…. orisisrisi family sha
no be small
wow!!.. Go Get Her Jidenna…. You can see those kind of situation in a typical Urobo family, I pray she leaves that kind of Situation.
Good Job Ma.
Thanks dear
Sally thx for this episode. Powerful. Showing respect to those who abuse you usually doesn’t go well. I’m sorry this is happening to our Honey. Life eh? No wonder she is drawn so strongly to Nne. Jide comes across as a knight in shining armour, but i’m very sure there are many twists/turns before the end. I’m strapping in for the ride.
Thanks a lot, Zawadi.
Like your name. It’s exotic
Kai….
Im speechless…
This episode was laced with a lot of deep emotions. I cried halfway….. The pains of a lost parent, the terror of wicked siblings…
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Oh no nah, you should have allowed Jide to throw some punches. Please Jide Go Get Our Honey before they bury her alive.
Hmmmmmm to be an orphan is not it all….its not going to be easy n one won’t remain the same again.
Thank you madam Sally.
Thanks sweetheart
Love ya!
Awon oloshi! GOD Punish them… In this age and time, ppl are still sitting on inheritance..choi! God bless Sally
I guess family drama will never end. And with family inheritance it gets really nasty
Pls o Sally, Jide must beat Harry in the next episode o! Awon Oloshi
Lol! Then Harry better slap Honey some more
So sad, honey! Jide to d rescue
Aunty Sally ese gan o. This episode was so emotional. i felt for Honey. waiting patiently for the next episode.
Coming in two days…
Thanks for waiting patiently
Nice episode have been checking dis page since on tuesday not until now. I can’t wait to finished the story.. Love You
love you too, Oyin
Jide should go hulk on those fools. Imagine! They can all rot in hell. I blame Honey. The money she bends over for them, the more she gives them power over her. She should just leave them, let them kill themselves over their father’s properties
and the word has spoken!
Sally this series is just too amazing abeg!So sorry 4 Honey. #teamJide
Another Jide lover…
Yet another gripping episode. Some more things learnt; one of which is that the closer you get to people, the more you know about them. That makes one either accept them like that or let them go.
The father-daughter ‘farewell’ is really emotional, same way Jide and Honey settling their ish was.
It’s Honey’s call to break free from her step-sibs’ cruelty. She has Jide to help her but I believe she has the major work to do.
Waiting to see how the inheritance battle pans out anyways.
Thanks Sally, more grace, more ink. Blessings
Bless you too, Seye. Have a warm weekend
awww…..this episode got me all teary eyed and emotional. really loved and enjoyed every bit. Thanks.
And the pleasure is mine, Sandra
Hi Sally! Ive been a huge fan of urs for a long time bt more a silent reader than anything! I just wana break my silence today and say ur an amazing writer! One of the best ive ever had the pleasure of reading!!! I just love the way u transport me into another world and paint pictures in my mind with ur beautiful words! This episode was absolutely amazing and I cried and got upset and laughed all within! Been checkin up since sat for the episode and literally stopped everything I was doin as soon as I saw the new post had dropped. One of the highlights of each saturday is reading this story and nxt saturday honestly seems too long away. *hint hint* lol
Sending u love and light 4rm Accra Ghana!!! Thank u for making the world alot better with ur words!
I’m honored AJ. And also glad to hear from Ghana. Makes me feel I’m doing something right.
Thanks a lot and God bless you
chai.. simply juicy
Thanks!
This is the best of all episodes Sally. I’m a writer too, and I’m inspired by your write ups. Keep writing sweetie…
See how my head is swelling.
Blessings, Immaculate. Would love to read some of your work. Please send a link
Nice and intriguing….. counting down till another saturday…..
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Nice. Very nice…I honestly don’t know how you do this over and over again Sally
It’s God, Deyemi. Only God
Really captivating!!! Sally…..I’m lost for words. #GoBlessYou.
Thanks Perez. You’re awesome!
Yes!!!!! My Fave couple r bk together *whoop* family drama toh bad gAan.
Lol!
They r really oloshi people, dats y he doesn’t have a aws wife. beatin a lady @ dis mordern age of ours. I pity honey oo. let her just gerrout of dere b4 dey think of anoda bad plan oo. Jide nice 1 dere. Madam Sally I hope dis is not 101times am telling u dis, u r d bestest. Am ur biggest fan, take it or take it.
Come for a big bear hug, Wasmakelly
*kisses*
Nice job Sally. Regular follower from Kenya. U r the best.
Thanks for the love, Renny
God bless!
Wow!! This Episode got me in tears… 4 Honey… I help her hate her family already…
Lovely Sally…can’t help but fall in love with love every time I read your stories wonderful piece!
i cant believe i just real episode 1-16 in less than a day..This is a great piece…when will 17 be out, i really cannot wait…Kudos sally
http://moskedapages.com/2015/08/22/its-another-saturday-17/
This is the best have read in a long while, was glued to it. Beautiful piece??