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Naija Heels On Cobbled Streets #1 By Olajumoke Omisore

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“Ben just wanted to hit it and run, didn’t he? Explain what happened to Peju.” Clara said, her pencilled eyebrows displayed frown lines. Her lips did not betray her thoughts but Peju already knew what they were. The two ladies had laughed about Sade’s news before she joined them for lunch at Café Brauge.

“I didn’t tell you so that you could tell the whole world.” Sade looked wounded. Her eyes darted from Clara to Peju.

“I have known you since our days at Manchester Uni Sade.” It was Peju’s turn to be angry. “Who will I tell your business to if you tell me? Shebi, the only women I spend time with are you two. Most of my time I spend at home attending to my husband’s needs and making sure our children look fabulous.”

“Sorry,” Sade mouthed. She picked up her mug and took a sip of her frothy cappuccino.

Chatter from the table in the corner of the teashop and the clattering from the kitchen reached them in frequent bursts but a strange quietness had taken hold of the trio. The picture was that of three fed-up women rather than old friends.

Peju pierced the heart of her melon with her fork and watched Sade tuck into a creamy chocolate éclair. Peju did a quick adding and subtracting of the calories Sade had consumed. Plates of warm croissants and golden chocolate toffee swirls were in the middle of the table: pastries and cakes that Sade had ordered as soon as she walked in.

Sade and her love of food, Peju thought as she bit into her melon cube. Picking fruits for her breakfast after an early morning bedroom session with her husband, house chores and the school run by even her own standards was impressive.

“Do you have to put every food you see in that mouth?” Clara’s voice forced Peju to her left where the former was, perched on a chair in a dress that showed more than it covered. Clara’s eyes had picked Sade up as if she were a rat covered in raw filth that smelt worse than it looked.

Peju wondered why Sade had always preferred Clara to her. Since she introduced the two, a few years ago Clara had made it obvious, she’d prefer to stay home and watch British soaps than hang out with Sade. Yet Sade would rather go to Clara’s flat in Bow Lane than come down to Peju’s house which was only a few streets away from Sade’s home and work.

“Leave Sade alone, Clara.” Peju said. She knew Sade wasn’t going to say anything to defend herself. Her neck stayed curved, whilst her hands systematically tore apart the last chocolate éclair. “She has a curvy figure. She is not a skinny lepa like you.”

“Sade is six dress sizes away from lepa naa.” Clara chuckled.

“She just needs to lose a tiny bit of weight.”

Aah, a bit of weight or a couple of stones. Don’t sugar coat it Peju. This is the reason I’m sure Ben dumped her. He decided he didn’t want her donkey booty suffocating him. Ikebe fit kill naa. ”

“What happened exactly with Ben?” Peju turned to Sade. She’d hoped to tease it out of her voluptuous friend slowly and watch her unwrap her latest woe as if she were peeling an orange. The version she’d heard from Clara didn’t make sense, seeming exaggerated and a tad fictitious. Clara narrated that Ben broke up with Sade after he saw her big buttocks unclothed. According to Clara, Ben had needed his inhaler during their coupling session. And decided he couldn’t risk his life battling those things again.

“Our colleague told me he has a thing for black women.” Sade was cleaning her hands with disposable wipes, working from the tips down the lengths. “Exotic birds was the phrase he used.”

“Well, it isn’t a bad thing finding out your English boyfriend prefers black women.” Peju said, ignoring the wide smile brightening Clara’s Face.

“No,” Sade met Peju’s gaze. “I didn’t think so until I saw Ben making out, tongues and all with our new Ugandan nurse at the back of the surgery last Friday.”

“Ouch.” Clara rolled her eyes. Her eyes did not reflect the mood of the other women, choosing instead to flit over to the table in the corner to gape at the suited man at the table.

“Don’t worry Sade, you will find a good husband like my Femi someday.” Peju took hold of Sade’s hand. She felt bad for laughing when Clara compared her friend’s backside to a fat donkey’s rear. “I have always prayed for a man like Femi for you. I know your biological clock is ticking but it will happen soon. You have hope, unlike our sister here who keeps dating married men.”

Clara turned her attention back to the ladies. “I thought we were talking about Sade. Wetin concern me for Sade’s matter? I had it last night in James’ car and this morning girlfriends in the shower, so no pity party please.”

Although Sade smiled, Peju’s face maintained her stern expression. Since Femi told her he saw Clara with his married colleague in broad daylight, the situation had stalked her at bed time and given her insomnia.

Insomnia that Femi had dubbed a blessing to their marriage because in the past, her eyes would have closed as soon as the softness of her beddings welcomed her body. She would have needed Femi’s coaxing offer of a massage to wake her up. A massage that had never materialised in their 13 years of marriage. It had always ended before it started, his demanding hands finding a way under her nightwear to those parts she was sure needed no massaging.

Clara had dated married men before but she’d usually gone with men whose wives had lost hope of them ever finding redemption. The type of men whose happiness depended on their weekend guzzling. The type who loved varieties in shape and colour: who blamed their infidelities on their adverse immigrant experiences and unachieved dreams.

Femi’s colleague, James could never be described as the type that could cheat. He seemed as polite as his pregnant wife, greeting Peju with a face that told her, fighting his shyness was a constant battle.

“Stop messing about with James…” Peju warned. She waited for the waiter who had advanced towards the empty table next to them to leave before continuing. “You are a single mum. You jilted Peter a day before your wedding…”

“My life is not perfect. So?”

“Clean up your act.”

Abeg, mind your own business.”

“My husband is not impressed with your antics with his colleague. He has asked me to stop spending time with you.”

Clara straightened her neck. “If you don’t want to meet up, that’s fine. I have a full time job anyway. You are the one who gets bored at home and arranges this whole charade.”

Peju saw Sade checking the plain watch on her wrist. “Please Sade talk to her. She is going to get hurt if she continues like this. Remember that woman that beat her up last year and posted dog excrement in her letter box?”

To Peju’s surprise Sade remained quiet. It wasn’t the first time that the latter had chosen a side without uttering a word. When Sade asked if Clara could give her a lift back to work, Peju saw it as her friend’s way of silently sticking with the wrong friend again.

“Clara, I cannot continue to see you if you don’t change your ways. My Femi is right, a self-respecting married woman should not be socialising with you. I will tell you the truth even if Sade refuses.”

Sade rose, belting her Mac jacket in a hurry. The accused did not shift her eyes from Peju. A smile danced round her red glossed lips as she stared. Her smooth, oiled legs remained crossed.

“So, has your darling Femi asked you to stay away from Sade too?” Clara asked, laughing. The sort of laughter that growled from the deepest part of the belly but did not chase out the coldness from the eyes. She laughed even when Sade tried to pull her up. “Yeah, she is a sinner too. She slept with your fantastic husband.”


Olajumoke Omisore

Olajumoke Omisore lives in Lancashire. She grew up in London and Abeokuta.

Her writing has appeared in The Kalahari Review, African Writer, Naija Stories, Tales

from the Other Side anthology, TNC and elsewhere. Her flash story, Ochuga’s Girl

was longlisted for the Minority Contest.

You can read her other series Playing the Game and Losing Hope on Aideyarn.com

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  1. EGBE!!!!! Cool beginning Olajumoke, looking forward to the rest of the story.
    Thanks Salz

    1. Olajumoke says:

      I’m glad you read it. Thanks Kany.

  2. Aramide says:

    Eleyi okidigan,,,,dis one is serious ooo. Thankz sally for bringing this story here and nice writeup jumoke.

  3. Aramide says:

    Eleyi okidigan,,,, Thankzz for bringing this story here sally and nice writeup jumoke

  4. Oyin says:

    Nice one!

    1. Olajumoke says:

      Many thanks Oyin.

  5. Jehaan says:

    Interesting Begining……..

  6. anthony says:

    whoop whoop* Jummy is in the building!!! Three friends with different personalities, relationship issues and approaches to life. Its easy to see through Peju’s character; my husband is always right kinda wife, even though she isn’t happily married, she tends to paint a different picture for others looking in. I was expecting that dent on her husband’s image at the end.
    Sade, sigh! The struggle to get married is real fa. Like even in far away u.k where no relative is reminding her of her single status, her friends double as marriage pests. Life is hard sha.
    Clara, smh. GodWin!

  7. Babypaul says:

    nice 1 for a start, God bless u Jimmy!

  8. tessy says:

    choi! I love all of this, thanks jumoke

  9. Olajumoke says:

    You will love what’s coming up then. Thanks Tessy.

  10. Olajumoke says:

    Thanks Babypaul. God bless you too.

  11. Olajumoke says:

    Thank you so much @Anthony. Thanks for the awesome welcome. You really get these ladies. More to come.

  12. Olajumoke says:

    Thanks @Jehaan. Hope you come back for the next part.

  13. Olajumoke says:

    Ogidi ju. Thanks Aramide. Have a great evening.

  14. Nice work…..Looking forward to more episodes

    1. Olajumoke says:

      Thanks Ijeoma. More coming up.

  15. gift says:

    i love jummie really,, a fan too,,losing hope and playing the game was it for me,cant wait to relish this,,

    1. Olajumoke says:

      Gift you have totally made my day. Can’t stop smiling. Thanks ?.

  16. Morain says:

    AHA!!! *sitting tight*

    1. Olajumoke says:

      Welcome Morain.

  17. Scribbledheartbreak says:

    If this is not worth reading..then what is…
    Abeg let the Twist,Suspense and everything in between begin to the fullest…Nice one

    1. Olajumoke says:

      Thanks Scribbledheartbreak. It will. Hope you stay for the ride.

  18. Dayo says:

    I love the story already, looking forward to the next episode

    1. Olajumoke says:

      @Dayo, yay I’m pleased. Thank you so much for reading. Have a lovely day.

  19. Lobatan, I don’t blame some people who don’t do the BFF thingy, nor hv close friends sef,. Lord fire all Clara and silent Sade in my life with thunder IJN!!!!
    JMK, pls don’t take my boo’s (Sally) place in my heart o.
    Good job ma’am

  20. Olajumoke says:

    Aww, thanks Tomii. You are too kind, Sally is a superb writer. A gem. I love her work too. Many thanks for reading.

  21. CHINNY says:

    I read the story on naijastories last year. Will be good to read again.
    Sally, thank you for posting.
    Jumoke, you are a good story teller. More grace.

  22. Adeleke Julianah says:

    This is gonna be one exciting ride!

    1. Olajumoke says:

      Thanks for reading.

  23. fatima says:

    Ah ahn! Innocent sade? Lol. Cant wait for the rest of the story

    1. Olajumoke says:

      Innocent Sade. I can’t stop smiling here. Thanks.

  24. Gina Cres says:

    Wow! what was that all about?

    1. Olajumoke says:


  25. gan gan gan…

    1. Olajumoke says:

      More coming up. Thanks Consyspark.

  26. gan gan gan… more pls..

  27. more plsn wen is the next episode

  28. Atoba says:

    Aha! What a great start, all these blessings from Sally and now Jumoke. Me sef I wan write o.
    Great one. And that’s not saying the half of it

    1. Olajumoke says:

      Thanks Atoba. Please do put pen to paper. Or fire up the laptop, whatever works ?. The best way to write is simply start writing. Thanks again.

  29. Olajumoke says:

    Thank you Chinny. This is a different version to the one on NS. Lengthier too. I’m sure you will enjoy it.

  30. Neymar says:

    Still observing!

  31. I’m loving this series already, Clara is clearly the unfeeling bitch lols. Looking forward to more.

    1. Olajumoke says:

      Thank you Neymar.

  32. 1k97 says:

    Am loving this… Can’t wait for dE next episode… Next :-V … ThumbsUp Jumoke.. Love u salz

    1. Olajumoke says:

      Lohla’s Melange, you made my day. You will love what’s coming up.

      1. 1k97 says:

        Lohla melange?

        1. Olajumoke says:

          I’m so sorry 1k97, looks like I mixed up the comment replies. Apologies once again. Many thanks for commenting.

  33. anita says:

    Hmmm…..interesting, nice one

    1. Olajumoke says:

      Thanks Anita.

  34. Ebi says:

    Loving it already….nice one Oke

    1. Olajumoke says:

      I’m pleased. Thanks.

  35. classiq IJ says:

    Hooked already. Nice one

    1. Olajumoke says:


  36. zee says:

    Okpari! Interesting! Will love to see more of this. Thank you

  37. AOS says:

    Jummy in the building….thanks Sally for bringing her on board. Love your series: The Morning After, Shades of Deceit, Losing Hope, Playing the Game n Love, Music & Dreams…..Keep It Up name sake.

    1. Olajumoke says:

      AOS, thanks for your support here too. I didn’t write sod, love music and dreams and the morning after. Daniel did. But we are a team if that’s what you meant. Thanks

  38. Bee says:

    Nice one Jumoke!!

    Beht why is it that the most judgemental people are the one’s that mess up the most

  39. toyenlon says:

    Wow! What a rude shock to Peju to know her husband is not a saint not to talk of doing it with her friend. This is interesting.

    1. Olajumoke says:

      The sort of shock that will wake her up. Thanks Toyenlon

  40. adeola gem says:

    See gobe, omo see gobe…original gobe. Good one jummy. Thanks for posting Ms Sally. Seems we are in for a good ride…i better fasten my belt?

  41. elly says:

    Can’t wait to read more.interesting piece

  42. Olajumoke says:

    Lobatan, lol. The drama begins.

  43. Olajumoke says:

    You are Adeola ? Thanks for reading

  44. Olajumoke says:

    I think it is always easier to attack faults in others than it is to look inwards. Can’t thank you enough for you insightful comment.

  45. Seye says:

    This looks in every way like something that I would thoroughly enjoy reading. This episode has set the tone, and i’ll follow through till the end.
    Thanks for sharing Sally, and thanks to Jumoke for this.

    1. Olajumoke says:

      Thank you for reading. I appreciate it, thanks.

  46. Gracey says:

    Love the creativity in the storyline, sis. It’s amazing dear. More grace. Keep it coming. xoxo.

  47. Annabelle says:

    Lovely story Jummy, really enjoyed it. Can’t wait for the next one xoxo

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