The parcel came in very early. He was still asleep when Nmachi knocked once on his door and poked her head in.
βYou got mail!β
He peeked out from his blanket and stared at her through sleepy eyes. Nmachi, unlike him, took the fake relationship they shared seriously. They had successfully deceived the world that he wasnβt gay and that they were an item but behind closed doors, Guru barely managed her. Beauty and sexiness aside, she was the most annoying female he ever met. She didnβt understand the concept of personal space and acted as though there was some romantic attachment they shared. So far, she had seen him naked a couple of times, had ended up in his bed after drunken nights with friends and had forced hugs on him. He was now nursing regrets over the non-disclosure agreement he signed to remain glued to her for six months. They were not yet halfway and he was losing his mind.
βCan I see whatβs inside?β Nmachi slumped on his bed with the parcel. βPlizzzz!β
βNo.β
βPretty please?β She made a cute face.
βStop making that face. It doesnβt fit you.β
βWhatever.β She stood up. βIβm going out.β
He saw that his words had hurt her. Of late, he enjoyed poking at her. She was easy to irk.
She turned to the door just as Urena appeared.
βHi Guru. Good morning, Nmachi.β
Nmachi gave Urena a nasty glare. βYou donβt know how to knock before you enter somebodyβs room again?β
βIβm sorry,β Urena apologized.
βPlease, shift abeg. Guru you have to do something about this chick, for real. She needs to know her place around here.β
Guru was silent and watched both girls with concentration. When Nmachi left, he looked at Urena.
βWhy do you keep letting her do that to you?β
βWell, youβre my boss. Sheβs your girlfriendβ¦β
βccc;;;Sheβs not. And seriously, I donβt understand. The Urena I know wonβt take crap from another chick. What happened to you? It started after the Smush party. You suddenly becameβ¦miserable. Are you sure nothing happened that night?β
She shook her head.
βYouβre not sure?β
βNo, I am. Nothing happened, Roy.β
βYouβre lying, Ure.β
βIβm not.β
He knew she was lying. What he didnβt know was why she was doing it. He was worried about her, having watched how mousy she had become over the weeks, especially around Madu and Nmachi. Something was definitely going on behind his back but he couldnβt fit the pieces together.
βUre, you were my girlfriend, and even best friend at a point. I knew you in and out. And I still know you. Youβre hiding something.β
βIβm not. Just doing my job. Anyways, I came to tell you I was leaving and to remind you that your mom wants you home today. She called me; said she couldnβt reach your phone.β
Nobody could reach his phone these days. From the moment his fake relationship with Nmachi became public, everyone wanted a piece of him. He started getting phone calls from people he didnβt know at a constant basis. Ultimately, he did away with the line and relied totally on Urena to reach his contacts.
βYou should call her. She misses you.β
βIβll call her,β Guru replied.
βSee you later.β
Urena walked out. When the door shut behind her, Guru faced his parcel. He tore it open and uncovered the contents within. The first thing he saw was a note stuck to a football, handwritten by Monet.
Baby boy,
I finally got the Blues to sign your ball. Donβt ask how I did it.
XO
Guru smiled as he took the ball out and admired the signatures of football gods he worshipped. He wondered why the parcel was coming eleven months after Monetβs passing. He carried the ball like it was rare treasure, and set it on his work table in a corner of the room where his sewing machine was. He stopped to admire the ball once more before returning to see what was left in the parcel. A smile visited his lips when he picked up a bulky black book at the bottom of the box. Another note from Monet was stuck on its cover.
Genius is like an unending fountain. I have merely scratched the pages of this book. Iβm returning it to the source. DONβT THROW IT AWAY.
Guru put the book down. It contained his first designs, gifted to Monet in 2008 on a night he ran from home. Both of them had been in her bedroom suite at the Federal Palace Hotel when he turned it over to her after a lean Chinese dinner which he hardly ate.
βThis hotel holds some national importance to Nigerians.β
Monet was staring out a large window, holding the curtains apart with upraised arms. βItβs the countryβs premier international hotel. This was where the declaration of independence was signed.β
Guru was not interested in what she was saying.
βSadly, itβs now owned by South Africans who want to turn it into a casino.β She puffed. βThe nerve on them! After the xenophobic attacks on Nigerians in May! I just donβt understand!β
Guru was still unconcerned about the topic of discussion.
βIf Iβd known the hotel was up for sale, Iβd have bought itβ¦β
βMonet, I have HIV,β he cut her off in a low tone. She stopped and turned sharply. There was a long stare from her before she marched to him and lifted his chin for a clearer look into his eyes.
βDonβt play with me, baby boy.β
He put her hand down. βIβm not. I have HIV. Iβve had it since I was five years old.β
Monet gathered her brows and sat on an ottoman in front of him. βHow?β
He saw in her eyes she wanted details. Details that were still sketchy to him after seventeen years. Nonetheless, he tried to put the pictures together.
βI was on a trip with my dad. We got in an accident and I almost died. I was rushed to a local hospital in the middle of nowhere and my dad donated blood.β
βHoly shit! Your old man gave you HIV?β
βYep.β
βWhat sort of doctor allowed that happen?β
βLike I said, middle of nowhere. Local hospital. My dad was all I had. There was a choice to either let me die or give me HIV. He couldnβt let me die.β
βYour mom, does she know? Is she infected too?β
βNo. She thinks the doctor was careless.β Guru looked up. βMonet, I didnβt even know my dad infected me until today.β
βYouβre kidding me.β
βHe called me out to his car this evening and confessed. Told me some bullshit about keeping his viral load low and doing well not to infect my mom all these years. I wanted to slam his head on the dashboard.β
βSo, your mom is HIV negative.β
βAccording to him. He begged me not to tell her.β
βSo, waitβ¦ when they got married he wasnβt infected?β
βNo.β
βWhere then did he get it?β
βI donβt give a shit. I just want him to go away. I told him to leave our lives.β
βBaby boyβ¦β Monet left the ottoman and sat beside him on the bed. She gave him a comforting hug. Thirteen years older, she had always been a big sister to him. Asides that, she seemed to be the only one that understood him and his weirdness.
βAre you going to tell your mom?β
Guru released himself from Monetβs hold. βNo.β
βShe has to know, Guru. What if somehow thereβs a chance that sheβs infected too?β
The thought of that had given Guru the chills all evening. βI donβt want to think about that.β
He stood from the bed and ambled around.
βSo whatβs it been like, living with HIV?β
He stopped and looked at her.
βNormal. Some days are good and some daysβ¦you just want to be like everyone else.β
βAnd girls? Whatβs the name of that one you dated?β
βUre.β
βYouβre going to do more of that? Date them and dump them when you start getting attached or horny?β
Guru merely smiled.
βYouβre going to fall in love one day, you know, like really hard. Then all that zapping out of reality you do when you enter your head and see things will stop because the world will start to make a lot of sense when you fall in love.β
βYeah right. Tell me how that worked out for you.β
Monet smiled. βTouchΓ©. But seriously, baby boy, HIV is not a death sentence. Enjoy the world. Open up to people. Love a little. And maybeβ¦ try sex.β
βHa!β Guru scoffed.
βItβs not that bad, you know. One of lifeβs tragedies would have to be a guy dying as a virgin.β
βCan we not talk about my non-existent sex life? Thank you.β
βYouβll have to pop the cherry someday.β
βMonet!β
She raised her hands in surrender and lay back on the bed, propped up by pillows. He noticed her eyes on him as he withdrew to a chair by one of the windows and sat looking out.
βSpend the night here,β she said. βIβll call reception and have them get a room for you. You can stay as long as you want to until you get over the shock of tonight.β
βI hate my dad.β
βYou used to adore himβ¦β
βNow, I hate him. Heβs trying to bribe me with paying for me to go to fashion school, something he didnβt support initially.β
βBaby boy, you should go to fashion school.β
βNo, Iβm going for my post-graduate.β
βRoyβ¦β Monet disapproved with a slow shake of her head. βDonβt fuck up your dreams because of what happened this night.β
βI donβt want to go to fashion school.β He got up, picked a plastic bag he had come with from the floor and pulled out his design book. βI want you to have this, Monet,β he said, handing the book to her.
βIβm not taking it.β
βYouβre crazy about the designs here. You called them timeless. Youβll need them for your label.β
βI am not taking it, Guru. No.β
βThen Iβll throw it away or burn it or something.β
βBaby boy,β she sat up, βyouβre going to be the best fashion designer in Africa. Iβm sure of that. And Iβll do everything to see that happen. But before then, get some experienceβ¦β
βMonet, Iβve made up my mind.β
She began to speak again. He knew she was about to convince him, so he placed the book on her bed and gave her a quick hug before turning to the door.
βWhere are you going?β
βI donβt know.β
βGuruβ¦β
He was out the door in a flash. He kept a fast pace as he headed towards an elevator at the end of a long hallway. He could hear Monet come out of her suite. She was calling out his name. He didnβt turn back.
He saw her a few times after that over the years. She never mentioned she was ill or dying. She looked her usual bubbly self, although he noticed she got tired easily. She had blamed her fatigue on growing responsibilities.
The news of her death came to him as a nasty shock, one he hadnβt quite been able to get over. The video she left for him didnβt explain much but it didnβt need to. He understood her, even in death, because she still lived in him. Until every one of her desires for him was fulfilled, she was going to remain in his subliminal.
Guru placed the design book back in the box just as Nmachi burst into his bedroom again. She was dressed this time, in a pair of white jeans and a bra. She had come with an array of tops and t-shirts and dumped them all on his bed.
βI donβt know what to wear with the white pants. Help.β
He wanted to protest about the intrusion but knowing Nmachi, it was going to be useless. He eyed the clothes on the bed.
βWhatβs the occasion?β
βA boring art show.β She rolled her eyes. βIf my director didnβt invite me, nothing will see me in such dead places. Weβre supposed to be on set but no, he wants everyone at the art show. Says actorsalways need inspiration.β She hissed and tossed long braids behind. Her bangles jingled noisily with each movement she made.
βFirst of all you may want to do away with the bangles. Art galleries are quiet places.β
βBoring! If I need a quiet place, Iβll go to a cemetery or a library. To me, art is rubbish if it cannot capture you once. Example, Beyonceβs dress to the MET Gala. Now, thatβs art! Or even Cynthia Morganβs nose ring.β She rubbed the tip of her nose. βI want to get one too. You think itβd fit me?β
βNo. Your nose is flat.β
She glared at him open-mouthed. βAnd your complexionβs too dark. Youβll look like a slave.β
This time he heard her gasp and he almost laughed out. He was intentionally being mean and he wasnβt sorry.
βHere.β
He handed her a black t-shirt with a batik design.
βThis?β she frowned. βA boyfriend tee?β
βDoes this look like a boyfriend tee to you, Nma?β
βI donβt like it. No cleavage, no fittingβ¦nothing!β She crossed her arms and he dumped the t-shirt on the bed.
βPair it with the jeans and simple accessories. Youβre going to an art gallery not a party.β
He didnβt give her any room to protest as he walked to the door and held it open. She fumed for a while before she packed her clothes and made it to the door.
βChange the bra too. It makes you look like youβre lactating.β
He saw her eyes turn red before she stormed away. He smiled in pleasure.
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Bankole didnβt know what got into him when he woke up early, dialed her number and asked to take her out on a date later that evening. He had literally heard the sleep vacate her voice and the surprise that took its place. He wished he shared her excitement but all he felt was a grey emotion that came from his gut. He told himself it would pass with time. She would heal him; she had enough happiness for both of them, maybe even too much of it. That was what he needed to make it through. He was tired of holding on to what he was too afraid to fully grasp.
She once told him she wasnβt looking for love. He wasnβt either. He just wanted to do away with the loneliness. He wasnβt making the same mistake he made the first time where he withdrew from the world and any chance of companionship just because he was searching for something better than he had before. This time, he was moving on and not giving his heart another reason to be broken.
βWait, is this a date, date? Or just friends hanging out?β she asked.
βRuky, itβs 5am. If a guy calls you up at this time, I doubt he wants to be just friends.β
There was momentary silence from her end.
βAre you there, Ruk?β
Ruky was there, two doors away from him. They had been housemates for almost a month, enough time in which she had thrown herself at him and he had spurned her advances without even as little as acknowledging she existed in the same space. Five weeks ago, providence threw her a card when he listened in on a conversation she had with her landlord that didnβt end well. It resulted in her being kicked out of her apartment without prior notice. Bankole, without hesitation, offered her stay at his place. Every morning they drove to work together. Sometimes they came back together; other times, she took the bus just to give him his privacy. But they spent most of their evenings with each other, eating junk food and watching TV. She was now used to his peculiarities, like how he liked to twist his scarcely-existent beard when in thought or the way his toes were always restless in any given occasion or how he sniffled constantly even without a cold, or his blind generosity to beggars. She was used to his scent too and had stolen into his room once just to see what fragrance he was using but had ended up snooping through his entire personal belongings.
She worried that he thought nothing of her, that Beatrice still took the central place in his heart even though her name had not been heard on his lips since the breakup. Ruky suspected that the sad look she sometimes saw passing through his eyes was regret over his decision to end their relationship. However she was consoled by the fact that he had stubbornly refused calls from Beatrice in those early days and cut off communication from her on all social media platforms. In theory, Beatrice was history, but Ruky wasnβt so sure it was so in reality. Even so, she threw herself in and risked the outcome.
This was the outcomeβ¦he calling her at an ungodly hour to ask her out on a date when he could have done that in person. She found it a romantic gesture.
βIβll think about it,β she replied.
βYouβre fronting now. After giving me all that green light.β
She laughed but said in seriousness, βyou know itβs against companyβs rules for management staff to date junior staff. People will start talking.β
βPeople are already talking. We live together, Ruk. Letβs just make it official.β
Bankole thought his voice sounded odd in his own ears. The idea of being with someone just for mere companionship was strange to him. He used to be a firm believer in love. Now, all he wanted was a woman to pass the time with. It was either that or meaningless flings.
βSo youβre toasting me.β
He hissed. She laughed. βCan we just go out, Rukayat?β
βAnd after that, what?β
βWeβll see.β
Ruky had no more questions or wisecracks. He ended the call and lay back in bed. He felt no ounce of excitement over his decision but he didnβt feel bad either.
It was time to let Beatrice go.
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The restaurant was empty today. Business was slow. Beatrice and her elder sister, Sharon sat in silence, listening to the radio as warm breeze blew through the thin curtain at the entrance door but didnβt quite make it in. Sharon was sweating as she always did, leaving a thin sheen of perspiration over her expensively-bleached skin. She held a plastic fan in one hand and a bottle of yoghurt in the other. She was overweight, chubbier that Beatrice was, and possessed that look certain Lagos ladies were associated withβheavy makeup, fair complexion and a generally bitchy air.
βNa wa o. This idiot has not sent in the money,β she muttered in annoyance. Beatrice looked up from picking her nails.
βWho?β
βThat guy,β Sharon replied in distraction. Beatrice didnβt want to get into the conversation. Sharon was in a bad mood. Her makeshift restaurant was ready to have a better structure. Some idiot had promised to help financially. Sharon paid him in kind; he was yet to reciprocate. Silence on his end was affecting the mood between both sisters. In Beatriceβs opinion, the restaurant was manageable. She didnβt mind that it was put together with wood, it drew a string of customers every evening, especially the ones that came for Beatriceβs mouth-watering peppersoups and point-and-kill grilled fish.
Beatrice had refused any type of payment for her services at Sharonβs. After all, Sharon was housing her without complaint for free. Helping in the restaurant was her way of showing gratitude. But the problem was, Sharon always complained about being broke and sought unsavory means to get her next pocket change. Beatrice was done with that particular way of living, having tortured herself on nights without end for the way she treated Bankole in the past. She was now a poster girl for contentment but Sharon wasnβt buying it. She was certain the old Beatrice was hidden beneath her new persona and she was doing everything possible to restore her. She had a lot to gain from her. Almost every guy that visited the restaurant, married and single, wanted a taste of her sister.
βFinally!β Sharon dropped her fan and attended to an incoming call. She waddled her fat behind to the back of the restaurant while Beatrice sat, staring at her phone forlornly. She wasnβt holding on to hope but there remained that little part of her that still waited for Bankoleβs call.
She feared he had moved on. He belonged in a world where men like him were never left untaken. She stalked him online and was happy to see that he was gaining a name for himself in the fashion and photography world, even though he did all he could to remain private. She missed him terribly. Time hadnβt taken away the pain. If anything, it made it worse. His voice was still clear as crystal in her head; sometimes she could swear she still felt his touch while she slept. She cried if she as much as saw or heard anything that remotely reminded her of their past together. This often infuriated Sharon.
βAbeg!β she would swipe, βheβs not the only guy in the world! Love kor! Heartbreak ni! Forget that nigga, biko! Guys dey wey wan upgrade you, you dey here dey die for person wey no even send you!β
She would hiss and Beatrice would wonder why on earth, out of everyone, she came to live with Sharon. Sharon was the major bad egg that influenced her decision to cheat on Bankole with Paul Savior. Although she didnβt live in Calabar, her sway on Beatriceβs choices had been enough to push her to the dark side. It was always this way from childhood and things didnβt look like they were going to change. Sharon was already poisoning her way into Beatriceβs mind. She was now thrusting her into another relationship. Beatrice, despite her change of lifestyle, feared she would eventually cave in.
βBabes,β Sharon returned, βSeriki is coming this afternoon o! I just finished talking to him after I cut the call on that idiot who is trying to show himself.β She hissed. βIβll have his time later on.β
She sat in her chair and made quite a loud noise with it. βSo how far nau?β
Beatrice looked in her direction and saw expectant eyes on her. βHow far with what?β
βSeriki nau.β
Beatrice took her stare away and sighed in silence.
βThat guy is dying for you, Bea. See all the things he bought for you.β
All of which youβre using, Beatrice wanted to say, but held her tongue. Sharon had been kind to her.
βHeβs from a royal family, fa. Fine boy for that matter.β
At that statement, Beatrice scoffed. The Seriki guy paled in comparison to Bankole.
βHaba! Just say yes to a date. Just a date. Not that he wants muff.β
βWho will even give him?β
βAah!β Sharon crowed. βSee this babe! Who will give him? All the girls in Lagos!β
βPlus you.β
βBefore nko!β
βFine. Go and give him so that heβll stop disturbing me.β
βBaby, he wants your muff not mine.β
βWell, itβs for Banky alone.β
Sharon lost her humor as an ugly scowl marred her face. βI think you need deliverance, Bea.β
βDonβt even start.β
βThat boy has jazzed you badly. Badly!β
βWhatβs your own sef?! Whatβs with all of you?!β Beatrice lost her cool. βYou guys will not let me drink water! When he was broke, it was that he was broke! Now, he has money, you canβt just let him be! Haba!β
βYouβre defending a guy that has probably banged nothing less than five girls by now, Bea. A guy that almost destroyed your youth with his poverty. Now, he has money and you canβt think straight, even after he banged you into miscarriage and then dumped you. Abi you need a prophet to tell you that he has a voodoo doll of you in his village in Ogbomoso? You no go open your eyes, Beatrice?β
Beatrice felt like weeping. She kept a miserable face resting on her hands.
βYou sefβ¦β Sharon let down her tone. βYou just dey fall my hand, walai.β She pulled her chair close to Beatriceβs and went into a conspiratorial mode as if they had company. Her voice reduced to a whisper.
βYou know wetin dey now? The deal is that Seriki will give me 100k if you go out with him this evening.β
Beatrice cocked her face away. Sharon placed her hand on her lap. βIβll now come and give you 10k out of it.β
βI donβt want.β
βAnd that my Paul Smith shirt I bought last week.β
Beatrice lowered her head in slow movement. She considered the offer.
βTo just go out with him,β she asked.
βYes.β
βAnd I can bone his side after today.β
βYou can even push him off a cliff.β
Beatrice considered the offer a second time. It wasnβt about the money, she told herself; it was about getting Sharon off her back.
βOkay.β
Sharon broke into an excited yell. βThatβs my girl! Muah!β She stood. βLet me call him. Heβll be so happy.β
βHappy keh. That one that changes girlfriends like boxers.β
βBut you go like am, Bea. I promise you.β Sharon winked and put her phone to her ear. Beatrice endured the phone call, her thoughts on what to wear. She hadnβt been out in a while and she was not yet in the mood to leave her solitude. Her hair was a mess, her brows bushy, her legs unshaved and her nails undone.
βYou better go and do your hair and clean up before four oβclock. Thatβs when heβs coming. Just go to Iya Debo. Fix yourself up on my tab.β
Beatrice knew Seriki had probably paid for the makeover, either that or Sharon was going to deduct it from the ten percent she promised her.
βOya, oya! Be going, madam.β Sharon knocked on the table before her. βTime don dey go.β
Beatrice shuffled to her feet. She hated that she had to look good for someone other than Bankole. She hated Seriki already.
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It was good to see him smile. Really smile. It had been a while. The wine she ordered did something good to his soul and in a short while, got him loose. The food was great as well. She ordered the restaurantβs special called Raphsodyβs Platter, which was a mix of different delights and sauces. Bankole was contented, and in one moment of weakness, allowed Ruky push a chicken strip into his mouth. Soft lips harmlessly caressed her finger and she silently gushed on how they would feel when he eventually kissed her.
βIβm glad we came here,β he said. βIβm tired of the Island.β
βMe too. As a matter of fact, Ikeja Mall is more fun than The Palms.β
βYou actually go to the mall to have fun? Are you ten years old or something?β
Ruky smacked him playfully.
βAgbaya,β he added and got another smack.
After the bantering, they talked about work for a while, gossiping about the goings-on in the office front. There was a rumor spreading that Khalidβs wife was in jail for murder; Ruky wanted to know if it was true. Bankole denied the rumor. Khalid had told him nothing about it. Ruky switched the topic to Hope.
βIs she really Monetβs daughter?β she asked.
βYeah.β
βAnd whoβs her dad?β
βI donβt know.β
βBut you spend a lot of time with her.β
βDoesnβt mean I know her father. Monet was a friendβ¦Um, Ruk?β
βWhat?β
βI want to use the ATM. Give me a minute.β
βOkay.β
Bankole wiped the corners of his lips and left the table. Earlier he encountered some network disruption and wasnβt able to withdrew cash. He hoped the problem was over now.
He stepped out of the restaurant and followed a flight of stairs down to the ground floor. As anticipated, every ATM machine available had a crowd about it. He made a quick phone call to Ruky, informing her that he would take some time and then picked a machine with the shortest queue of individuals.
Not far from him, Beatrice and Seriki arrived at the mall. It was Beatriceβs idea to have their date there. Seriki at first chose somewhere private and exclusive but she declined. She wanted a crowd around them; she needed the distraction.
Seriki seemed to be a cool, chivalrous guy, far from what rumor mill made him out to be. But Beatrice believed it was all a façade. She was neither moved by his airs nor wealth. She just wanted to get through with the date.
βYouβre so beautifulβ¦β he sang in her ear, making her squirm away from him. His popular face was getting attention from people around them. He liked it.
βYou know the song I just sang to you?β
Beatrice nodded.
βFrom Empire. You watched the first season?β
βYes.β
βWell, youβre my Cookie,β he whispered into her ear, pulling her close with an arm around her waist. She was just realizing that he couldnβt keep his hands to himself. She was irritated. As politely as she could, she tried to push away from him with a gentle hand placed on his chest but the action only made him draw closer. Without forewarning, he kissed her cheek and left a wet spot. In annoyance, she threw her face away from him. A glance in the wrong direction and she was caught in the eyes of the one person she least expected to see.
Bankole was staring at her. He couldnβt extract his eyes. She looked breathtaking. She was wearing a white and blue striped dress that stopped above her knees. It was belted at the waist and accessorized with slightly-colored naked flats. She was beautiful, so much that it hurt him, and filled him with hate straightaway. Hate for Seriki, whom he recognized as an acquaintance of Madu.
What right had the guy to hold Beatrice the way he did? And what was she even doing with him? Didnβt she know he only wanted to have sex with her?
βBros, itβs your turn,β Bankole heard someone say. He held Beatriceβs eyes a second longer before he turned to the ATM machine. As he made his transaction, he felt his pain deepen. He still loved her. It was agonizing to admit; his chest literally throbbed.
He wanted her backβ¦
He was going to damn the consequences, pick his phone and dial her number.
First to comment! Let me go and read the post now
OK I’ve got to admit it’s interesting but damn short o.whats happening?I just knew banki mi and bea couldn’t be done just like that.i have a feeln that guru and ma are going to make IT big….and yes,i so want bea to be banki’s cookie.nice one ma’am…awaiting the next episode.
Damn short?! Lolz! this is over five thousand words o. The most i do is usually four thousand words, tops.
Anyway, it means you had a fun read.
Thanks!
Awwww, this is one of the many reasons why I love Sally. This episode is just so beautiful, thank you!
My pleasure, Kemi
wow! Thats all I can say for now.
Really wished Guru and Bankole would find love. They seem so cool headed.
A happy week to you Aunt Sally!
Yeah, i hope things work out well for them
wow this is very interesting,feel for Roy,can’t say he really enjoyed his childhood, finally bankys sense is working I always knew they were gonna get back together,this episode is just soo wow!!thanks sally and how’s baby Zane?
Baby Zane is great. Thanks for asking, Gift
Yaaay! They’re back together.
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Tanx sally, twas a nice read…my love to Zane .
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Thanks for reading
I’m glad banky still loves bea and going back to her, Ruky should go and find the love of her life
You think she’ll leave Banky?
Thanks sally great writing as usual, I want to point how smtin : I thought Monet died b4 the xenophobic attack in SA. I like how u incorporate present / ongoing news/ evebts into ur writing. Keep up the good work n say hi to baby Zane
There was a xenophobic attack in 2008 that saw the deaths of over sixty-something Africans. The one this year was not the first.
Thanks for reading, Halimat
Ok o,i just av to come here to comment 1st b4 going back to read that deliciously cooked episode.but sally na u biko.we’ve been salivating since forever.there is God o.Thanx all the same dear.God bless u
at this point, I feel like banging Banky’s head to the wall. Is Ruky not also beautiful and as endowed as Beatrice?
well, I’m just making mouth here. I know that feeling of not letting go, it’s a bitch.
Sally! Sally!
Thanks Sally…. always on point. You are no doubt an amazing writer. Up sally! God bless
I feel bad for Guru!! I hope this doesn’t turn him into a meanie!! Rooting for banky and bea!
How’s the lil man doing?
HMM.. rooting for Banky and Ruky.
I like. ..waz an amazing read. Thanks Sally
That Bankole is a yeye person o. So if he didn’t see Bea with some1 else, he won’t realise he still loved her baa?. Ure should continue to be miserable o. Nice read as usual Sally. How’s your baby
Guru seems to be handing his relationship with Nma well, but hope he won’t fall for her at last sha? Rukky is sure to give Banky & Bea a tough time….now that she thinks she can have him bankole is thinking of taking Bea back. Hmmm, waiting anxiously to see the outcome. Nice one dear
*In Jamal’s voice, Sally you’re so beautiful *
I had to savour it, read the first half, left it for about a hour and just finished it now.
Was thinking about the story yesterday, about how much have missed the characters and like magic, it came today.
Zane’s Momma is a fairy, she granted my wish.
Hope you are stronger now.
Thanks a lot Sally for making my day.
XOXO
*In Jamal’s voice, Sally you’re so beautiful *
I had to savour it, read the first half, left it for about an hour and just finished it now.
Was thinking about the story yesterday, about how much have missed the characters and like magic, it came today.
Zane’s Momma is a fairy, she granted my wish.
Hope you are stronger now.
Thanks a lot Sally for making my day.
XOXO
I just wish ds cud b a novel n I’d finish up tonyt..Sally,u r good,very good..
So Bankole stopped picking her calls, deleted her on social media n nw wants her back bcuz he saw her wt sum1 else..was he nt dia wt Ruky too??..Men n dia ego n possessiveness…mtscheww..
Nice!! Good thing Beatrice decided to go out. Beautiful as usual Sally. Everyone’s just saying hi to baby Zane, I guess u put to bed, my love to baby Zane too π
Hmmmm….. This episode is just wow! Bankole should better behave and leave Bea alone. Thanks for this episode, Sally.
Well,i’m not to blame for thinking it’s too short nau when the story had me looking for more.i just can’t wait for the next episode fa.emmmm,my regards to our new baby#Zane.now I think I can forgive you for being MIA all those while.#iloveyourwritting.
waoh,am lovin ds mor nd mor.gettin interestin episode afta d oda.thumbs up nd kudos to u.mwaah
Wow. I so enjoyed this epi! I hope Banky get back together with Bea. Those two are meant for each other.
Nice one Sally, keep it coming! ???
Banky and Bea again? Nooooooo. How can you guys say they’re meant to be. The chick’s not loyal and she’s weak. What’s to say that Sharon won’t “sway” her again? Abeeeegggiii!! She deserves all the Serikis of this world. ‘Nuff said.
Why is it that its OK for a guy to go out with another girl esply after dumping their ex by themselves but will almost breakdown if they see their ex with another guy? Justaskingsha# *fist bump @ Sally* How’s is the lil man?
Thank God Banky is coming back to his senses, Bea, here he comes! *smiles* Weldone Sally.
Hmmm, ghen ghen. Thanks Sally.
I hope we will read another episode next week, regards to Zane and his sis.
I know he can’t let beau go…too much love n beau is too beautiful haha! Thanks jare Ms sally. E Ku owo lomi. Good read as usual…warm rgds.
yipee,lemme go n read,10ks sally
I have been away for sooooooo long. But Sally has made every minute I spent glued to my system reading this series worth it. Thanks. This was amazing, to say the least
And our baby is here? Congrats ma’am!!!
Why always Ruky?
wowww sally it was so interesting , Putting in the MET gala and Cynthia Morgan likes…..I love that. Good job. if you want to put this on TV pls I will take the character of Beatrice.
Banky he e e e e, can’t stop laughing. Catch the fever again.
Ghen ghen, and dis is D way and obsessed lady always act. beware guys. What Next? Na mummy Zane head e dey oo. more grease to ur elbow.
Oh God!!!!!!!!
I sorta like how Guru’s handling Nma. The least he needs is playing directly into Madu’s hands. That guy can be devious really.
And as for Banky, he’s too good, and being too good hurts ultimately. I know how those things are tho, sentimental attachments and all but he’s gotta do what he has to. Been in those shoes and I know how hard it is to let go.
Big ups Sally. May your ink never stop flowing
This Bankole guy na fuck up guy sometimes. Call her fa? My friend, better keep that bloody phone and return back to sex-bomb Ruky.