Hi, #IANS fans!
It’s Another Saturday is not coming this weekend as I had anticipated :(. I am sorry.
I’m still writing in bits. This happens a few times. Normally, I put down episode by episode, following an outline but sometimes, the story flows in bits and later I’ll have to piece it together. So, with #IANS, I have a lot of short or full length pieces that are yet to come together. This happened with The Fourth Finger and that was why I did a marathon when I eventually completed the episodes.
Now, I’m not promising you another marathon but it’s definitely going to be more than one episode. At least, two. There’s material for more but let me not promise what I can’t fulfil.
Meanwhile, enjoy today’s episode of Boys With Toys.
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It was Khalidβs last day in Abuja, and just as Mrs. Tunji had promised, the murder case against him had been dropped. He didnβt know what magic she used but he had walked into the courtroom at the second appearance, just to hear the judge say that the case was dismissed because of lack of ample evidence to convict him.
He remembered standing and staring vacantly at the bench. He was not moved by the news. Dismissing the case was neither going to bring Sachi nor Uju back.
When he stepped outside the court, the air stung him, leaving guilt running in his bloodstream. He sat on a slab that held a statue of justice a few feet from the courthouse entrance. The sun was almost overhead, tilting at eleven oβclock. It left a shadow as it shone from behind him, exposing how much weight he had lost over the past weeks. A cloud soon appeared and covered the sun but the sun pushed through again. On they struggled until Mrs. Tunji emerged from the court.
βGet into the car, Khal.β
He stood up like a zombie and walked to the car they had come with. He sat behind. Music from somewhere was playing. It was either Jason Derullo or Chris Brown. He didnβt know which. But the song was familiar.
He rested his back into a more comfortable position and listened. The sound was a little soothing.
Mrs. Tunji entered the car. βWe leave for Lagos first thing tomorrow morning.β
βNo, you go ahead, Aunty Jola. Iβll come next week.β
βNo, Abdul Khalid. We will leave tomorrow and youβll put this ugly past behind you. You will not drag your life and G&M into it again. You have been through so much already. Itβs time to let go. As we speak, your property is on its way to Lagos. And following our discussion, the house will be up for sale immediately. As for the company, we will go on with our plan to sell it to investors.β
Khalid made no objections to her suggestions. He was gone in his mind as was his custom these days. Nothing and no one seemed to be able to connect with him whenever he switched to that place of oblivion.Β Mrs. Tunji had learned to recognize the signs each time he was gone and was by now quite used to them. She was more than certain a return to the bustle of Lagos and his daily work activities would bring his old person back.
βYouβll be fine.β
Of course, he didnβt respond. Somewhere in his head, Onsachi was telling him how her day in the salon had gone.
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βPerfect.β Guru smiled as he scrolled through the seventh blog that just published the news about his breakup with Nmachi. The gist hit the net only an hour ago and so far, it was trending. He didnβt know what he enjoyed mostβthe fact that they believed that the breakup was as a result of rumors over him cheating with some unnamed chick or the fact that the breakup really happened.
He had finally kept to his plan to frustrate Nmachi out of his life. It took one unflattering statement about her acting skills and the camelβs back broke. With unshed tears, she stomped out of his house. Not long after, the gist spread across Nigerian Twitter, made juicier by gossip blogs. Guru was thrilled. He could finally breathe easy now. Nmachi was probably hugging a bottle of Vodka with some friends now, bawling her eyes out. Annoying creature.
He was waiting for Madu to barge in any moment to threaten fire and brimstone. In the meanwhile, he had designs to complete. He left his phone on his desk and faced his work table. The hours went by until the evening drew near and the offices began to empty. There was no disturbance except for the infrequent phone call and Urenna coming to remind him of an activity or two. When she came in the fifth time, she had a disturbed look on her face.
βAre you okay?β
βYou need to see this.β
She strutted to him and handed him her tab. On the screen was a picture of two of them sitting by the beach, she was looking up at him with a smiley face and his hand seemed to be resting on her lap.
βThis was that day at Bar Beach nau. Who the hell took this picture?β
βI donβt know. But scroll up and read.β
Guru did as she requested and read a short text above the image.
βYouβre the mysterious girl I cheated on Nmachi with?β He laughed. βInteresting!β
βThereβs more. Scroll down.β
Guru again followed her instructions. His smile disappeared when he was done reading.
βWhich kain rubbish be dis one? Who is the devil cooking all these lies?β
βTheyβre not lies, Roy.β Urenna replied. βWhen I was in school, I broke into the deanβs office and stole some dollars. I was kicked out but it was caught on tape. Somehow Madu found out about it and got hold of the video. He now threatened to release it online if I didnβt do as he asked.β
βAnd what did he ask you to do?β
βIβm sorry, Roy.β
βWhat did you do?β
βThe drink I gave you at the Smush party was drugged. I knew it was drugged. I was to make sure you drank it. Iβm sorry. I didnβt want to do it.β
Guru put the tab on his work table.
βCome here.β
He pulled her into a hug and rubbed her back. βI knew.β
βYou knew?β
βYeah, I knew Madu made you give me that drink. I just didnβt know why.β
βIβm sorry.β
βIβm not mad at you. Rather Iβm concerned. Are you okay?β
βYes.β
Guru pulled away from her but kept his hands on her arms. βSeriously, are you fine?β
βYes.β
The door flung open and Madu announced his coming with a sinister chortle. βIf itβs not the most popular couple in Lagos! The designer and the thief! How touching.β
Guru spun to face him. βYouβve gone too far, Madu.β
βI told you not to mess with me.β
βItβs me you have issues with. Why drag Urenna into it?β
βAs if the dog passes up on a single piece of meat just because the bowl is full of game.β
βAsking you what you want is a waste of time. Youβve gotten it already. So, can you leave both the game and the single piece of meat alone?β
βNo. I just got started. This nonsense, pathetic prince-loves-farmer-girl relationship two of you want to build sickens me.β He made a puke face. βIt soils the image of G&M. Youβll literally bore our fans to death. Urenna is too poor to be your girlfriend and she has absolutely no talent whatsoever. Her phone-answering skills are on fleek, though, but thatβs all there is to it. And God! She looks like geek fashion gone bad. No offence, Urenna but you should know your place. Giving Guru blowjobs after office hours does not qualify you to date him. Iβm sure the security or dispatch guy will find you intriguing…β
Guru charged forward with his fist aimed but Urenna stopped him.
βUre, leave me abeg! This guy has gone too far! Leave me! Donβt let me push you!β He struggled in her hold, getting more incensed at the leer on Guruβs face.
βI hope youβre recording this?β Madu threw his head back, revealing some unknown guy who had his phone trained on them. It was the final straw for Guru. He broke free from Urennaβs hold and jabbed Madu in the chest, almost throwing him to the floor. Urenna dashed in-between them, just in time to save Madu from another assault. She dragged Guru away and forced him down on his work stool.
Having accomplished what he came for, Madu left the office with his famously annoying smile.
βYou and this your temper sef, Roy. I thought you had changed.β Urenna straightened out the cuff of his shirt.
βI donβt have a temper.β
βYou do. At first, it is passive aggressive. You let it build up inside you for a long time and then boom! You explode.β
Guru stayed calm for a long time while Urenna tried to make him see reasons not to engage Madu in any kind of interaction.
βBe my girlfriend, Ure,β he said from nowhere, cutting her short mid-speech
βWhat?β
βBecome my girlfriend.β
βWhy? Whatβs wrong with you? I have a boyfriend.β
βLike I care.β
βYou should, Roy. You only want to date me to piss Madu off and it makes me angry.β
Roy stood up and in a flash, grabbed her by the waist and kissed her forcefully. She slapped him but it was weak and painless.
βWhy are you letting that fool get to you?β she asked. βWhy are you playing his games? This is what he wants, to throw you off focus, to make you do the things you normally wouldnβt do.β
Guru walked past her and sat behind his desk. βI still have feelings for you.β
βNo, you donβt! You donβt have feelings for anybody! Youβre cold!β
βIβm not.β
βYou are! When we were going out, you were distant and detached. You always made me feel like I was doing something wrong by just being your girlfriend! And youβve not changed up till now. You treated Nmachi like she was irritating you the whole time!β
βI was supposed to have feelings for her? Ure, the relationship was fake. I didnβt feel anything!β
βThe same way you feel nothing for me. Yet you want to use me.β
βI donβt…β
βJustβ¦shut up.β
She picked her tab from the table.
βThis is my last day of work. I canβt stand this place anymore. All of you are monsters. You, Madu and everyone else. I canβt stay here and become something I donβt want to be.β
βUre, Iβm sorry,β Guru said, rising up.
She shook her head. βIβm not coming back. And just so you know, you are no different from Madu.β
She turned on her heels and went for the door.
βUrenna!β
She door slammed at her exit.
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The day had begun as usual for him. After some not-so-fiery morning sex with Ruky, which was becoming the norm, he dressed for work and sat shotgun as she drove them to the G&M building. When she killed the engine in the massive parking lot that housed cars from different structures on Broad Street, she turned to him and searched his eyes.
βAre we losing steam, Banky?β
He turned his eyes on her, thinking to himself that they never had steam in the first place. Steam was Beatrice and the sexy way she dressed these days, making herself the topic of gossip blogs. Steam was the intense jealousy that burned in him every time he saw a photo of her in Serikiβs arms.
βItβs about Beatrice, isnβt it?β
βI thought I told you not to bring that name up.β
βYou still love her.β
βI donβt.β
Ruky faced the wheel, removing her eyes from him. βIβm moving out.β
βWhy?β
βBecause this is not working. We made love today like a couple that has been married twenty years.β
Bankole rubbed his eyes. βPlease Ruk, letβs not have this conversation. Itβs pointless. Youβre my girlfriendβ¦β
βTrophy girlfriend, somebody you want around just to take the sting away but your heart is still broken, Banky.β
βStop talking rubbish.β
βLike I said, Iβm moving out.β
βPlease, donβt.β
He held her hand. βTell me what you want and Iβll give you. I admit the sex has been bland lately and thatβs because I have some issues bothering me at work but I promise that from this night weβll get back to us.β
βThatβs the thing. There was no us in the first place. Just me living in the shadow of Beatrice. Youβre inside me but itβs her face you see. Itβs her youβre making love to. I was okay with it at first but I just canβt anymore. Iβm at this point where I have to either pursue the feelings I have for you or just face my life and keep my concentration on whatβs ahead for me. And no, I donβt want anything from you except commitment to us. But if you canβt give us that, then itβs time for us to part ways.β
βBaby, come on.β Bankole unbuckled his seatbelt and moved closer to her. He caught a hair strand that fell over her left eye. His finger ran down her cheek, leaving goosebumps on her neck and shoulder. Then he went on to give her an unruffled kiss.
βYouβre so handsome and distracting, Banky.β
βI know right?β
She smiled. βYouβre going to break my heart.β
βI wonβt. Beatrice is a forgotten issue. You know what? Letβs go to one of those beach resorts this weekend. In short, from Thursday, weβll stab work and just take the time out. Breakfast in bed, sex on the beachβ¦β
βUntil sand gets in on the action,β He laughed. She rested her forehead on his. βBanky, donβt do this to me.β
βOr you want to travel out? Paris maybe? I have someone whoβll work your visa quite easily.β
βFor real?β
βYeah, baby.β
He planted a peck on her chest, just at the point where her shirt parted to reveal some cleavage. She tugged him up by his collar and gave him a kiss of gratitude.
βBut youβve forgotten that this weekend is that new clubβs launch party.β
βYeahβ¦β Bankole hissed. βCan we skip?β
βNot when weβre styling half the celebs there.β
He frowned, pushing his lips to a snout. βNext weekend then?β
βSure.β
βLetβs go to work, abeg.β
They walked into the G&M building through different entrances as they always did, even though it was no more news that they were dating. Bankole spent the most part of the morning and afternoon editing pictures with his assistant in his studio. He stopped for air only during lunch and went back until the clock struck five and Ruky poked her head in.
βGo home without me, baby,β he said in distraction. βIβll be here till eight.β
βFufu ati egusi?β she asked.
βYeah. Plenty of smoked fish please.β
She blew a kiss and left. Bankole turned to his assistant. βYou too, go home.β
βOkay, sir.β
He faced his computer monitor and continued his work. Two hours went by that saw him having sore shoulders and tired eyes. He took a short five minute break where he stretched out, had a drink of water and went online to see if there was any latest gossip on Seriki and Beatrice. He found nothing, much to his relief. Of late, bloggers had become obsessed with the duo, even singling Beatrice out as an upcoming fashionista because of her impeccable fashion choices. He was somewhat proud of her, knowing she always had it in her to be fashionable. The only objection to her new image apart from Seriki always acting like her handbag was that her makeup was excessive. She was gorgeous. She didnβt need that much cosmetic to enhance her looks.
Bankoleβs phone buzzed. He looked at it. Mr. Duro was calling.
βYes, sir,β he answered promptly.
βSee me in my office straightaway.β
Bankole put his phone aside and left his studio. Mr Duro was probably calling him about the upcoming photo shoot of him and his wife who were featuring as G&Mβs power couple of the coming month.
When he arrived at the manβs office, he met him busy on his laptop. Not wanting to disturb, Bankole pulled a chair and prepared to settle into it but Mr. Duro stopped him with a lifted hand. He remained on his feet.
βThe power couple of the month photo shoot, schedule it for next Friday.β
βBut it isnβt until the upper week, sir.β
βThatβs why I said schedule it for Friday.β
βOkay, sir.β
βYou may leave.β
Bankole stepped out of the office, uneasy about Mr. Duroβs plan to reschedule the photo shoot. He felt something was off and it had to do with Angela. All of a sudden, she had stopped bugging him. Had she told her husband about them?
βGuy, how far?β
Bankole turned, and down the corridor he saw Guru.
βYou never go house?β
Guru yawned. βI just dey close.β
βAbeg, wait for me.β
Bankole hastened up to his office and back. He tagged with Guru in his ride and what was supposed to be a trip to their neighborhood ended up being a visit to a bar on the island.
βI think I still love my ex,β Bankole confessed after a bottle.
βBeatrice? The one with Seriki?β
βYeah.β
βYou know theyβre our August power couple, after Mr. Duro and his wife.β
Bankole took the first taste from his second bottle.
βAnd youβre doing the photo shoot.β
He had another taste, a noisier one. He was trying to shut out Guruβs voice.
βI screwed up,β he admitted.
βItβs as simple as going to her and telling her that.β
βSheβs moved on.β
βHow sure are you?β
βHave you seen her with Seriki? The way she looks into his eyes?β
βShe looked happier with you, Banky. And she wears too much makeup these days. Why doesnβt anyone tell her that?β
Bankole took a long drink while Guru began lamenting about Madu.
βI wish Khalid was here,β Bankole interrupted. βHe always has some advice that fixes things, you know?β
βYeah.β
βYou think he really killed his wife and sidechick?β
βI donβt know, man. People amaze me every day. I amaze myself every day.β
βYeah, you do.β
Guru cracked. βI still have more surprises.β
βYou better not be truly gay.β
For some reason Bankyβs words had them both in fits. Maybe it was the beer or the stillness of the quiet bar that helped take the edge off for that short moment. But they soon fell back to their former state.
βUrenna says Iβm cold. She feels I donβt have a heart.β
βWhat brought up the talk?β
βI kissed her and told her I still have feelings. She used to be my ex.β
βOh.β
βBut I think sheβs scared of leaving her boyfriend for me because Iβm a virgin and she thinksβ¦β
βWaitβ¦ Rewind, abeg.β Bankole looked at him. βYouβre joking.β
βNever done it.β
βWow. Why?β
βPersonal reasons.β
βReligious?β
βPersonal.β
Bankole grasped that he didnβt want to expose what his reasons were.
βI envy you.β
βWhy?β
He shrugged. βThe sheer pleasure of that first entryβ¦I canβt describe it.β
βSo Iβve heard but Iβm not in a hurry and Urenna she might want sex if we start dating again also sheβs scared that Iβll suck but she doesnβt know that I donβt even want it. I just want someone. An exclusive friend that I donβt have to make out with but I donβt have to share with any other guy. Someone who doesnβt want full commitment from me, like bugging me about long work hours or about not replying text and picking calls and all that shit.β
βThen get a teddy. Or one of those sex dolls.β
Guru smiled. βIβm HIV positive.β
The moment froze for Bankole as he angled his head at Guru. The boy was still smiling but his eyes told that he was serious.
βDonβt askβ¦donβt tell. Just keep this between us.β
And Bankole thought his life was complicated. He looked at his beer and lost his taste for it.
βFor how long?β he croaked.
βLong enough for me to build this subzero, separated person that everyone knows.β
βWow. But subzero or not youβre brilliant, dude. Thatβs all that matters, you are freaking Guru. You know what that means?β
βSeriously, I donβt. None of that shit affects me.β
He got off his barstool and headed towards the menβs restroom. Bankole tried to resume his love affair with his beer but found it tasteless. The day was ending bad for him and not even the numbness that alcohol often offered could help. He was going home to a girlfriend he had no feelings for, to eat a meal that wouldnβt taste so good, to expend energy having sex that was going to leave him empty and finally lie on a bed missing the woman he truly loved.
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She bit her lip hard as he pumped into her. Her nails dug into his back as if holding on to life; she was having her third orgasm and it was coming in squirts. Wasnβt the sheet beneath them soaked with her juices already? Did she have to soak it some more and cringe the next morning when the maid walked in to change it?
Damn him for being so good between her legs. Darn good, too good, annoyingly good. And she was tired of it. Who knew pleasure could wear a human being out? Sharon told her she had no right to complain. But it wasnβt that she was complaining about the pleasure. It was that she was tired of its frequency and Serikiβs insatiable libido. He wanted it all the time. In every freaking place! He could buy her expensive things and treat her like royalty but the fact was she felt stripped of her freedom whenever he was randy. How many times had he asked his chauffer to excuse them while he had her in the back of his car, in the weirdest of places? Two nights ago, it was somewhere in the middle of Third Mainland Bridge. And the other day, it was just outside his motherβs mansion. Somehow he had found it amusing to have the scent of sex on him as he walked into the old womanβs house.
Beatrice was fed up. Nowadays he begged to go without condoms, pleading to have her carry his baby. The Seriki everyone knew was a boss, a man of sway and opulence but in her hands, he was a sniveling little baby whenever his needs were not met. It was something of a miracle that she wasnβt taking advantage of him, although everyone believed that she had him wrapped around her fingers. She was increasingly disgusted at him. She had gone into the relationship wanting a man but all she got was a spoilt child who often turned to a monster whenever she failed to give him what he wanted. And so she endured the domina-slave role she found herself in and basked in the lifestyle that came with it. She had a house on the island, a car of her own and a jewelry shop that was to be opened soon. What more could a girl ask for?
βShit. The condom broke,β Seriki said, pulling out of her the moment after his own release. Beatrice went into panic mode as she pushed him off to stare down her thighs.
βRiki! Why? You didnβt even use a condom in the first place!β
He grinned guiltily. βI thought you knew.β
She almost slapped herself for not recognizing the dissimilarity. Damn him and his expensive designer condoms that felt like the real thing.
βIβm sorry, cookie but just have my baby nau.β
βNo!β She slapped away his hand that was reaching for her and dashed into the bathroom. She turned on the shower. It was cold but she didnβt bother. She stood beneath it, not caring for her two hundred thousand naira weave that felt the assault of the first spurt of water and subsequent downpour. The shower washed away Serikiβs seed and the tears that spilled from her eyes.
βCookie?β She heard him knock. βIβm sorry, iyawo mi.β
She hated that he called her that. It used to be cute in those first days when she was still obsessing over Bankole. Now, she just wanted to stuff a sock down Serikiβs throat anytime he said the name.
βI didnβt mean to. Iβm really sorry. Let me make it up to you, a trip to Zanzibar maybe?β
She sobbed louder.
βBarbados? Cayman Islands? Venice?β
Life was full of irony. Yesterday she would have given her soul to have a man offer her all that Seriki was offering. Today, she would give up every luxury for the simple life, for love, for the thing she used to share with Bankole. He would never gloss over his screw-ups by offering gifts. He would sit and talk; hold her hands and look into her eyes so she can see how sorry he is. And then he would kiss her and lay her on his thighs while he messed up her weave or played with her fingers until she slept off.
βOr you donβt like your car? Itβs too masculine? You want a new one?β
βNo, Riki! Go away!β
βIβm sorry, okay?β
βI heard. Go!β
βOkay, bye.β
She felt bad for treating him coldly but this wasnβt one of those good days. She would wash up and drive home to snuggle in beside Sharon who would no doubt scold her for her foolishness. But it was better than one more minute with Seriki, even though she knew her actions would incur his immeasurable generosity which she was tired of.
βI miss you Banky mi,β she said to the cold bathroom wall her forehead was rested on.
Life is really full of ironies!!
Yes, it is
So many
Be careful what you wish for. E Pele Beatrice. This ego war her and Banky are fighting sef.
Can someone just give Madu a taste of his own medicine already? He obviously won’t give a damn about negative publicity, so he’ll need better beating.
Take all the time you need with #IANS Sal, better late than never.
Bless you, Anthony
I like guru a lot don’t know why tho..khalid not so much
Khalid has made terrible choices in his life and I think he would have continued in that path if Sachi and Uju had not died
Intriguing….so short for words
Keep it up Sal
Thanks, Bola!
awwwwwwwwwwwwwww……the loves we cant have, the annoying loves we have…….
π
Banky and Beatrice are just punishing themselves qhen its obvious that they still gave feelings for each other, they should borrow themselves brain and go back together jo. Madu is an ass and somebody needs to treat his fuck up…interesting as usual Sally.
Thanks, Toyenlon.
Always good to have you here
thanks Sally n pls take your ample time on its another……. but then this is short habi its me that just wants more
Lol! Actually, the episodes in BWT are shorter than my normal episodes
Madu is a serious nut…very petty a guy and immature
And to think his character is fashioned after a real life personality…
Madu and his irritating atittude, he needs to be shown how foolish he looks
In good time…
HMmmmm
awwwww!!! Beatrice and bank should jus leave ego aside n make up jare, but it looks like if she goes seriki will kill somebody o. dis madu sef i jus wish someone can inject him with HIV den send him an anonymous note 4 months late and subsequently upload his lab result later for everyone to are that he had HIV. shebi d guy sabi play crazy game abi? mumu pikin. dis kind person na to help am arrange many disaster and dey upload him fu*k up all d time until him tire come repent. shior! thanks jare Sally. it’s gud to see that Khalid won d case but how we sure say banky go dey safe from dat his yeye gay boss? waiting patiently for IANS to drop o. oya make i sleep, una gud nite.
Lol. And good morning to you π
I did read your comment on that tight box thing. It had me laughing so hard. Your husband, of course, must be a happy man
hmm.. banky and bae need to borrow sense and come back to each other.. hmm the love we have, and the love we wish for.. God help them. as for madu his own is becoming too much… time to be taught a lesson… thanks Sally you rock!
Thank you, Calliboom
Dear Ms Sally,
Pls for the love of love, bring banky n Beatrice back bf seriki use her finish for banky o. Haba! Kilode! Dem use fat “thing” do seriki ni?
And whoever get rat poison should pls borrow us o, sombori with d name starting with “M” really have need for it as ticket to hell. Yeah! I dislike him dat much and he is causing too much discomfort for my personal person.
So sorry Khalid, I hope you get ur acts right.
Thanks ma’am for this interesting episode.
Waiting greedily for “IANS”…warm rgds.
Lucky Khalid. At least he’s got someone that’s trying to help him pick the pieces and start afresh.
There’s a lot of self attached to these characters. Now see Duro trying to have a go at Banky by making sure he’s the one to do the Bea and Seriki photo op. Perfect way to make the poor Banky feel there’s nothing to gain by being with the opposite gender.
I feel for Ruky but that’s just how life plays out. You’re head over heels in it with someone who is not even over his ex (despite his spirited denials).
I always say one of the greatest tragedies in a human being’s life is not having a mind of him or her self. And as much as Bea wants the good life that she’s having with Seriki, Sharon is a huge factor for her decision. Now she has all the luxuries and fame, but she’s not fulfilled. And that’s the situation many people find themselves in nowadays.
Thanks a bunch Sally. God bless you
lolz! thanks Sally. see as my heart break wen I remember say i go soon go tru all dat hassles again. chai!!! woman life na wa.
Every one of them is living the lofe they wanted and yet not truly fulfilled. Khalid bereaved, banky and bea confused, guru wanting companionship but no attachment, ruky in love with someone that loves anoda. Even ure I’m sure still have feelings for guru. What a sad episode… Hope it all turns out well for them all except MADU. miss hope and her cheerfulness. Good work again Sally.
Guru and Urenna all the way, Beatrice and Bankky.
Well done Sally and thank you. How are you and your family doing?….xoxo.
We don’t know the value of what we have until its missing!
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most times we dnt appreciate wat we have until we lose it. Bankole!!!