EBEN
Thereโs a meeting going on. Accumulated exhaustion saturates the conference room. Fridays are not good days for this sort of solemnity, yet I have stubbornly called for a meeting. Everyone is hating me right now. Iโm hating myself too, but the feeling comes and goes. Halim takes center stage in my head. I canโt seem to concentrate on anything extra. Iโm staring in listlessness, waiting for some miracle, waiting for Halim to call me.
When my phone rings, I startle up but fall back to my chair when I see Eniolaโs name on my screen. The phone rings on. Itโs loud. Everyone is staring. I donโt care.
Halimโฆ I saw her at Berger yesterday, but I didnโt know it was her until I had driven a far distance. My mind had been on other matters as my car whizzed past a bus stop on which yellow buses hung about in moving clusters, waiting to pick passengers. Halim had been walking behind a guy carrying a box. She had on a dress I had bought for her two years ago; it was now faded and it hung on her body. She was emaciated. She didnโt look like Halim. She seemed like another version of her from a parallel universe of the poor.
But my mind hadnโt picked out these things until I was far gone, because one does not expect to be driving on the streets of Lagos and chance upon oneโs ex-fiancรฉe who has been off grid for a long time. When it eventually came to me that it was her, I had already gone quite the distance. My foot jabbed the brake pedal and I found myself in the middle of a busy street, nearly responsible for an accident.
Ignoring the insults that were hurled at me by other motorists as my car remained immobile, I put a call across to Aunty Ada.
โI just saw Halim.โ
โWhere? Where did you see her? Does she look okay? Is she fine? Did you talk to her?โ
It then occurred to me that I had done a stupid thing by calling the poor woman. She hadnโt been faring well following Halimโs departure, even though she acknowledged that she got the random text from her, stating she was fine.
โI donโt think itโs her. Sorry. Itโs someone else.โ
There was disappointment in her tone. โAre you sure itโs not her?โ
โYes.โ
She hung up and I was forced to continue my journey. From that moment till now I have been restless. Seated in this conference room, Iโm listening to some wet-behind-the-ear boy whom I have just hired give a presentation about new marketing ideas for the company. Iโm tired of his pitch. Itโs all brilliant but its presentation flags. I rise up, cutting him off. I see the apprehension on his face. Just yesterday I had fired two of his colleagues for incompetence. Iโve been on a short fuse since Halim left.
โWrap this up,โ I say to the manager and point to the boy. โCool stuff. Thatโs the kind of brain we need here at Crafter. But weโll talk on Monday. TGIF, everyone.โ
I make my exit. Eniola is calling again. I still ignore her call. When I get into my office, I lie on a couch that is part of a three-piece set that is situated by the left upon entry. Thereโs a small glass table before the couch and on it rests my other phone which I use strictly for work and business, mostly handled by my personal assistant. I pick the phone and make a call to the head of network engineering and ask her over to my office. She walks in some minutes after.
โGood morning, Mr. Nosakhare.โ
โEben, please.โ
I point at one of the single couches and she sits, crossing a leg over the other. She is not your typical tech person. She is married with three kids, has a banging body, fashionable, and goes about in heels. I had had to make good use of my negotiating skills to steal her away from one of the big telecoms company to have her work at Crafter. I pay her a little higher than her colleagues who are heads of their departments.
โDora, I need you to find someone for me,โ I tell her. โSheโs been off radar for three months. She changed her number and uses different numbers to send texts to her mother now and then. I want her phone traced and I want her found.โ
โIs this personal or work-related?โ
โIs part of your job description looking for missing persons?โ
โNo.โ
โGood. See this as a favor youโre doing for me that Iโll pay back someday.โ
โIf youโll be kind enough to let me have her social media details. Gmail, especially. Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, all of that.โ
โShe deactivated all her accounts on the day she disappeared and they have not been active since.โ
โWhich does she use? Android or IOS?โ
โAndroid.โ
โGreat. Weโll trace her through her Google account. As you know every Android user is required to have a Google account, so it doesnโt matter if she has changed her line or is off social media. As long as she uses that phone or any other phone that has her Google account on it, we will find her.โ
โThank you.โ I sit up and walk to my desk to pick a pen and paper. I write down Halimโs details and any other information I feel needs to be known.
โHere.โ
Dora takes the paper. โIโll have something for you tomorrow. Any last known address?โ
โBerger,โ I say, my tummy churning as I recall Halimโs appearance. โDora, this is really important to me.โ
โIโll get working on it right away.โ
โThank you.โ
Dora leaves. I lie on the couch again. I know Halim made it clear that she doesnโt want to be found, but after three months of torture, I need to see her. Iโm desperate to tell her how sorry I am. She needs to know that I donโt think less of her for sleeping with someone else or contracting HIV from him. I donโt know if we can still have a future together but it wonโt hurt to have a talk and see if we can rescue the good thing we once had. My family thinks warmly of her, despite her health status. I donโt know if her wealth which they have richly benefited from is the reason why they are compassionate. A fortnight ago, my mom was speaking to me about viral loads and how Halim would not be able to pass on HIV to me if she takes her medication and lives healthy.
โAre you saying I should still get married to her?โ
โDelomo, itโs your choice. Anything you want.โ
I had looked at into her eyes and seen nothing. The type of nothing that would be happy if I married Halim and happy still if I donโt. That type of happy that would rather not pick a side.
For me, if Halim walks back into my life this minute and wants to wear my ring again, I would gladly oblige her. HIV is just a tag. Halim is beyond the disease.
My phone rings. Eniola is calling a third time. I pick her call.
โNini,โ I say. โIโm so sorry.โ
โIโm at the house. Since you didnโt answer my calls all day I figured you were busy. I jejely respected myself and stayed in my friendโs house. Iโm just getting to yours now.โ
I sneeze.
โAre you okay?โ she asks.
โJust a stupid cold coming on. Wait for me. Iโll be there in a bit.โ
I drive home, tired, my throat and head aching. When I get into the compound, I see Eniola waiting outside the door with a box and a bag, both big enough to let me know that she wasnโt joking when she said she needed to bunk in my place. She had told me she would be around for a couple of months. But this seems like she is trying to take permanent residence in my life.
Iโm not complaining, however. Anything for my friendโs sister.
I get down from the car. We hug. She feels warm and soft. I havenโt felt a woman in a while. โHow are you?โ
โGood,โ she answers. โBut you seem to be burning up.โ
โYeah. I have a little fever. Iโll just stay in and sleep it off.โ
I help her with her luggage. When we get into the house, I open the windows.
โSo, tell me about this your new job.โ
Eniola smiles. โItโs not far from here. I can walk sef. Better position than what I used to have at Ako. Better pay.โ
โPastor Love will miss you,โ I say.
โShe will, but I have to move on to better things. Just as you have.โ
โTrue. So, let me take you to your room.โ
We carry her things up the stairs to a bedroom that is facing mine.
โThank you for this, Eben.โ
โEnjoy your stay, Nini, for as long as you want.โ
โI will. Thanks.โ
โIโll just go and lie down for a bit.โ
I walk into my room and hide underneath the sheets. I soon fall asleep. When I wake up, I see that the sun is setting. The fever isnโt gone. My head aches even more. I enter the bathroom for a leak and when I return, I hear a knock on my door.
โYeah?โ
Eniola walks in with a tray. On it is a mug and a dish of something Iโm sure smells heavenly, judging by the steam itโs producing. Unfortunately, my nose is blocked. I sneeze into a tissue as she strolls to my nightstand.
โI have ginger, lemon and honey tea. And catfish peppersoup.โ She is smiling. I donโt return the smile.
Her face falls. โIโm sorry, I should have asked before doing all of this. Iโm just so used to taking care of peopleโฆโ
โItโs okay, Nini. This is actually thoughtful. Learn to ignore my pokerface. Itโs just the way I am.โ
โOkay. It will take some getting used to.โ
โSo did you bring all this stuff from home? The fish and all?โ
She laughs shyly. โNo. I made an order online and they were delivered right at the front door. Took about an hour.โ
โWow.โ
โI also got you some pills to help with the cold.โ
I sit on the bed and she stands before me like a waitress. She hands me the tea. โDrink this first.โ
โThanks.โ I take the mug, expecting her to leave, but she doesnโt. โIโm fine, Nini.โ
โNo, youโre not. Iโm standing here until you finish everything on this tray.โ
โOkay. You may as well sit.โ
โI want to say something.โ
โGo ahead.โ
She fidgets a little, linking and unlinking her fingers. โI know you miss Halim, and youโre probably still heartbroken. I just want to let you know that things are going to be fine. If itโs Godโs will that you two will be together, youโll reunite with her. So, just take things easy on yourself.โ
โI will, Nini. Thank you. Now, sit.โ
I sip the tea and engage her in small banter. We talk until I consume everything on the tray. She then picks the tray and leaves. As she walks out, I canโt help but stare at her bum. When the door shuts, I scold myself for my straying eyes.
I turn on the TV. Thereโs nothing of interest except business news. I watch it until the drug Eniola gives me begins to work. I nod off, waking up at 11 p.m. I feel a lot better. After a shower, I head downstairs to prepare dinner. Eniola is with a friend, some girl that is chubby as she is. They are both dressed for a night out, in outfits bound to cause a stir. I wonder what Eniolaโs uptight mother would say if she saw her daughter dressed like this.
โEben, youโre awake.โ
Eniola comes to me. She places the back of her palm on my forehead. โThe fever is gone. How are you feeling?โ
โOkay. Still weak.โ
โPele.โ She links her arm in mine. Itโs strange behavior. โI want you to meet my friend, Sandra. Sandy, meet Eben. I told you about him.โ
โNice things abi?โ I ask, playfully.
โMany nice things,โ Sandra answers. โHi.โ
โHi, Sandra. So where are you girls headed?โ
โA few clubs here and there,โ Eniola responded. โSandy wants to show me around.โ
โDonโt you hate Lagos or something?โ
โI know, right? Look at me now.โ
โYou girls want me to drop you off?โ
โNo, donโt worry. Weโre taking an Uber.โ
โOkay. Give me a sec.โ
I go upstairs and return with a debit card which I hand to Eniola. โ7218. Enjoy.โ
โEbenโฆโ She is surprised. โWeโreโฆweโve already got ourselves sorted out.โ
โI insist. Iโd have gone with you but I still feel awful. So, let this night be on me. Enjoy.โ
โThank you, Eben.โ She takes the card. โYay, Sandy! Weโre going to max this card.โ
I laugh. She links fingers with Sandra and they hurry out. Again, I stare at ample backsides.
โPerv,โ I say to myself as I lock the front door. When they are gone, I enter the kitchen. Thereโs still some peppersoup left. I consume it with French bread, take some pills and go back to bed.
Morning comes and I find that I have breakfast waiting downstairs with a note from Eniola.
I didnโt want to wake you up. Iโm off to Sandyโs for the day J
The time is past twelve. I have a few missed calls, two of them from Dora. I ignore the rest and return hers.
โGood afternoon, Mr. Eben.โ
โHello Dora,โ I say.
Sheโs breathing tiredly. I can hear a toddler crying in the background.
โGive me a minute.โ
Seconds pass and the screaming child is gone.
โSorry about that.โ
โSo, any good news?โ
โYes. I found her. Easy-peasy. Her phone is still in use. A few days ago she registered a new alias Twitter account. Sheโs following you.โ
โReally?โ
โYeah.โ
โAny luck with a physical location?โ
โYes. Iโll text it to you right away.โ
โThanks a lot, Dora.โ
โYouโre welcome. I have to go.โ I hear the child screaming once more and the line goes dead.
Doraโs text drops a couple of minutes later. I sit to have my breakfast, staring at my phone screen. Aunty Ada would be more than excited to have this address, but I know I canโt betray Halim like that.
I have a steaming shower after breakfast. I still feel like crap, sniffling like a little child, sneezing like one with allergies. I step out to the hot son and enter my dusty car. My destination is Surulere.
HALIM
Iโve not had anything to eat all morning. Iโm hungry, tired and having a dizzy spell. The good thing about all of this, though, is that my room is clean after two days of procrastination.
I had entered my new home two days ago and gotten introduced to a junkyard that is supposed to be where Iโll be sleeping. There were books, clothes, dismembered laptops, gadgets, an obsessive collection of sneakers, and even a dead rat! Its dried body was hung by the neck and tied to the ceiling fan. It seemed to have been there for months; the cobwebs that covered it at some point had somehow given up and were now falling away, making an unsightly mass of brown cobweb thread, heading towards the floor. Only that there was no floor. Junk covered every available space.
โIโm a hoarder,โ Yemi told me, chewing a gum noisily as we both peered into the room. โAnd the rat, I hung it there as a warning to the others not to come near. It worked.โ
โCreepy.โ
โYou can just clean the place out and move your things in.โ
I grinned at him. It was not a nice one. Clement had already paid for the room. I had expected to find a room and not a garbage dump. But Yemi had no apologies to offer. From the moment I walked into the house and met a tall, lanky guy with a beard gang thing going on, an offhand attitude and the occasional caustic mouth, I knew Iโd entered a different time zone.
And so on that night I slept on one of the couches in the living room. Yemi offered me his bedroom but I politely declined his offer. He didnโt ask a second time or even yesterday. He went about his business like I didnโt exist in the house. But he was kind enough to let me use his bathroom, which I found unusually clean. His bedroom was a different matter.
โYouโll have to eventually clean your room,โ he finally told me last night when I struggled to snuggle into Aunty Adaโs wrapper to ward off the cold weather as I lay on the couch.
โIโll do it tomorrow,โ I replied.
โYou want me to help?โ
โHow else will I know where to keep all that junk?โ
โOh, itโs not all junk. Some are important to me.โ
He turned towards his bedroom, leaving me concurring to Clementโs statement about his strangeness.
On Thursday, he had given me an orientation of the house. His books were not to be touched. Same as his gadgets. Even if I found an earphone lying around, I was not to move it by an inch. The garbage must be emptied every night. The windows locked by 6 p.m. He swore the rats in the neighborhood were capable of opening windows a hundred times heavier than they were. No loud โdie by fireโ prayers. No alcohol. No cigarettes. No guys allowed to sleep over. He liked his space and didnโt do well with girls around him. I assured him that I wasnโt going to butt into his personal galaxy. And then he laughed.
โWitty. Nice one. Remind me to be careful of your tongue.โ
Despite his casual cockiness, we get on well, and that basically means I have to keep my distance. I get that although he isnโt your direct definition of friendly, he is nice. He made me breakfast yesterday and this morning, but was quick to remind me that itโs not going to repeat itself.
I also notice that he doesnโt go out. He sits behind a laptop all day. Iโm not sure what goes on there, but Iโm guessing itโs work. He receives the infrequent phone call, and ignores some. In fact, he ignores a lot.
Last night, he had friends over. Two guys and a girl. They came with drinks and suya and invited me to hang with them, but I declined. I told them I had a date with someone, picked my phone and left the house. I strolled about aimlessly until I found a cybercafรฉ where I plugged my phone to charge and also browsed. I was on Twitter for two hours, keeping myself updated with what was trending. Social media had been a huge part of my life, but I had denied myself of that lifeline when I came to Lagos. Now, I was crawling back into familiar places, peeking into my old existence, stalking Eben. He doesnโt say much on Twitter except the casual bants about politics, tech and football.
Iโm beginning to miss him. My anger at him isnโt thawing away soon but it doesnโt hurt to admit that he means something to me even as weโre apart. I donโt know what has changed. Maybe I no longer feel the sting of living as a HIVer. Maybe that tour around the country did me some good. Or maybe it is this house and the prospect of starting afresh. I just know Iโm beginning to want to smile again. I am yet to accept my fate, though. I was unable to have myself registered in the system as one living with the virus. Clement wonโt be happy when he finds out.
โThis place looks great.โ Yemi is at my door, peering in. My bed is covered with pink and purple beddings. The walls have been decorated with wallpaper that has a pattern of black and ashen bricks. The setting is a reflection of my room back at home.
โBut I still smell a dead rat in here,โ he remarks.
I frown at him. He walks away. I shut the door and strip. Iโm grateful for a cold shower after all the work I have done this morning. The junk I removed from this room now rests in the guest toilet. I had suggested to Yemi to have them thrown away and his collection of unused sneakers given to charity. But he had replied with a grunt, a sign that he doesnโt like being told what to do. I may never get to understand him. Iโm not trying to, anyway. I just want to pick the fragments of my life and find out what to do with them.
I return to my bedroom, hungry. Yemi is making lunch; Iโm not expecting he would make some for me. Iโll run across the street and buy some noodles. Later on, Iโll hit the market to get foodstuff.
I change into jeans and a t-shirt. My hair is still a mess. Iโm thinking that it wouldnโt be a bad idea to go natural.
I hear a knock on my door.
โHalim?โ Yemi calls. โYou have a visitor.โ
My hands drop from my hair as I freeze. A visitor? Who on earth knows Iโm here?
โPlease, whoโs the person?โ I ask, but get no reply. I feel my pulse rising. Iโm apprehensive. Who the hell can it be?
I pick an Ankara scarf and do a quick wrap of my hair before I aim for the door. But I stop, inhale and then step out to the living room.
Standing right in the middle of it is Eben. I take a step back, my heart doing a thousand lurches all at once. Heโs looking at me, Iโm looking at him. Coincidentally, we are dressed alike โ in deep blue jeans and black t-shirts. He looks tired. Red eyes stare into mine. An unshaved beard gives him an older look. If we were still together, I wouldnโt let him change this appearance.
โHow did you find me?โ I ask.
โHali,โ he calls. His face is pregnant with many expressions. โYouโฆ Iโฆโ
โI said I didnโt want to be disturbed, Ebenezer. I made that clear to you.โ
โI know, but I saw you at Berger the other day and I havenโt been able to stop thinking about you, wondering how youโre doing.โ
โIโm fine,โ I reply, crossing my arms. Yemi is whistling in the kitchen. Itโs a tune to some song he was listening to earlier. He loves music. He loves to listen to it loudly.
โSoโฆโ Eben is looking round. โThis is where you stay now?โ
โYes.โ
โAnd the guyโฆheโsโฆโ
โMy boyfriend,โ I lie. Ebenโs brows pucker up.
โI donโt understand,โ he says.
โHe is my boyfriend,โ I repeat curtly.
โHe was the one thatโฆโ
โInfected me? Yes. Itโs him.โ
Yemi steps out of the kitchen with a heap of food on his plate. He gives us curious stares and heads to his bedroom.
โYou know you could have told me that you had fallen in love with someone else,โ Eben says. I hear pain in his voice. I also pick out that he has a cold. He had always been susceptible to flus. And I had always found pleasure nursing him.
โEben, Yemi is not the reason I left.โ
โYemi. Thatโs his name?โ
โYes.โ
And Yemi steps out again. He is headed back to the kitchen, but Eben stops him.
โHey man,โ he calls. Yemi turns. โSorry, we havenโt been introduced.โ
He walks to him. โIโm Eben. Halimโs ex-fiancรฉ.โ
โOh.โ
They shake hands.
โIโm Yemiโฆโ
โAs I told you,โ I cut in. โYemi, my boyfriend.โ
Yemiโs brows go up. He looks at me, blinks a couple of times and turns his gaze back to Eben. โSheโs lying. Ignore her. She probably still likes you.โ
I look away.
โNice to meet you,โ Eben says as Yemi enters the kitchen. Eben comes towards to me. He stands so close I can almost taste his breath.
โWas the lie necessary?โ
โEben, I need you to move on. Forget about me. My life with you is done. Itโs over.โ
โWhy? Because you have HIV?โ
โNo! Because you, your family, my mom, you all lied to me!โ I yell. โYou never loved me in the first place! It was all about the money! All the love your mom was showing me was not real! Everything you and I did was fake! And Iโll never forgive you guys for it! Never! So, just take yourself and the money, I donโt want it! Iโll survive! Leave me alone!โ
โHalim…โ
Iโm trying hard not to cry, but the tears are having their way with me.
โLeave, Eben.โ
โI love you.โ
His words break me further. โNo, you donโt. You love my money.โ
โI didnโt touch your money. My parents did but I did not. I took a loan from my uncle to build Crafter from the scratch. None of it was yours.โ
โI donโt care, Eben. Go away!โ
He places his hand on my waist. โI want you back, Hali. I want us back. Pleaseโฆโ
I push him away but he holds on tightly, and then his lips clamp down on mine. The kiss is short because I break away.
โGo!โ I yell, desperate to show him I am serious, because his lips have just weakened me.
โIโm not going anywhere.โ
โLeave!โ
โHalimโฆโ
โLeave, Eben.โ
He takes my hand. I slap him away with the other and push him backwards. โGet out! Go!โ
โHalim, pleaseโฆโ
โShe says you should leave, man.โ
Yemi has appeared from nowhere. He stands over Eben, eyes focused in the type of frown one gives a petulant child. Eben looks from him to me.
โRespect her wish.โ
โAnd please, donโt come back,โ I plead.
Eben gives me a sad stare before he turns around and makes his way out.
โAre you okay?โ Yemi asks. I shake my head and give into tears. My feet canโt hold me. I slip to the floor.
โOkay,โ he mutters. โA girl can strip for me, show me her boobs, dance sexy for me and I wonโt bat an eyelid. But when she criesโฆโ He sighs.
โIโm sorry.โ
โI just lost my appetite, Halim. You didnโt tell me you were coming with baggage. Do I need to expect more of this?โ
He sounds so gentle it breaks me further. โIโm so sorry.โ
โOkay, stop crying. I canโt handle it.โ
I try to end the waterworks but I canโt. Yemi stands around awkwardly, shifting from one sneaker-clad foot to another until somehow, I manage to stop crying.
โYou want to get up from the floor, maybe?โ
I rise up and apologize once more.
โYou didnโt tell me you were rich. I should have charged you more for the room.โ
I know he just made a joke but rather than being amused by it, I fall into another sob.
โOh God. What have I brought into my house? Halim, I was just joking.โ
I run into my room and slam the door. Iโm angry at myself for letting back in emotions I had done away with, for breaking down this easily. When you have a heart that is a breeding ground for ruins, you begin to realize that pain doesnโt have an end button. It may wane but it never goes away, always looking for some reason to sneak back in. But I donโt understand this person I am right now. I used to be so free, so happy, so sparkling. What happened to me?
I sit by my window on an old couch gotten from the junk I had cleaned out. It seemed perfect to have it situated beneath my window when I was thinking of where to move it. Iโm already familiarizing myself with the little holes and time-worn patches found on its polyester material. The smell of mold doesnโt bother me. I love the way the couch wraps around my bum and how it would give me the occasion to nurse my thoughts in the future.
Right now, Iโm thinking hard about Eben and what has just happened. His words have found their way into me. Eben is not the type to lie. If heโs being truthful about the money, then maybe he isnโt an accomplice to the lies I was told. He probably is a victim, as well. I feel a bit of pity for him. But unfortunately, that line of emotion isnโt going to be charted. We are two different people from different worlds now. Iโm always going to be HIV positive. I donโt want him to have to deal with that.
I lie on the couch. Yemi is beginning to play his music loudly again. I close my eyes, listening to the sounds.
EBEN
Iโve just gotten home. My mood: all forms of bad. But I will not dwell on Halim. There are a million other problems a man has. A woman shouldnโt be on the list. I will need a better approach to Halim. Sheโs too damaged right now to listen to anyone.
I let myself into the house. The drugs I took earlier have worn off and my nose is beginning to run again. I pull out some tissue from a box on the dining table while scanning around to see if Eniola is in. Blowing my nose, I go upstairs. I can faintly hear the sound of Abbaโs Dancing Queen coming from her bedroom. I have no desire to say hi, so I aim straight to my room. But as I get closer, I pick out the distinct sounds of moaning. I also notice that her door is open.
I donโt mean to peek, but I do, and my eyes fall upon a fascinating scene. Eniola and her friend, Sandy are pleasuring themselves. Eniola is receiving most of it; Sandra giving all the love.
Interesting.
Itโs bad habit to stare, but I canโt help myself โ and thatโs how I stupidly get caught. Eniola, sighting me first, jumps up, shields her breasts and shuts her legs.
โIโm sorry,โ I say as I move backwards and hurry away to my room. Iโm laughing silently when I get in. I have never suspected Eniola of being a lesbian. There have never been any external signs. I donโt know how to feel about it.
But my little man knows โ apparently. He thinks weโre stimulated by what we just saw. No, we arenโt. We cannot be stimulated by Lekanโs baby sister. No.
She knocks on the door.
โUmโฆIโm coming,โ I reply, my eyes on the guy downstairs. Heโs being stubborn. But I force him down and open the door.
Eniola is in a black bathrobe that stops above her knees. It has been worn hastily. In a glance, I see more than Iโm supposed to in the cleavage area.
I look at her face. She has tears running down her cheeks.
โItโs not what you think, Eben. I know you saw something but itโs not what you think. Please, can you forget it?โ
This babe is kidding me. I know what I saw, I know what it means and I sure as hell wonโt forget any of it for a long time.
ยฉSally@moskedapages
Who else thinks this chapter is short. Sally my Sally. You have started again o. Everytime I think your new story can’t be as interesting as the last and everytime you prove me wrong. Can we get an Easter bonus?๐
Saly wrote three chapters – two chapters on Eben, one on Halim & you dare call it “short”. Talk about being ungrateful……
I don’t think it has anything to do with been ungrateful.
On the flip side I think we enjoy and and are appreciative of her writing so well enough that want more.
I sensed appreciation from the poster of the comment rather than ingratitude.
Lmaooooo
Pls who is Eniola again??? Can’t seem to remember her character from the Love story.
I feel Eben and Halim’s pain…..I just hope they won’t go and complicate everything… Like Halim’ with Yemi and Eben with the ‘gilrs’
Eni lived down the road from Halim. Aunty Ada was Eni’s father’s mistress… U have to step up girl! Eni’s brother and Eben are best friends’s and Eni wants Eben badly……
oh Eben please stay true to Hakim and don’t fall for any of ENIOLA’s shenanigans. Control that your member.
Eniola is swinging both ways?!?! That’s what is sha ringing in my head from this episode ๐
I smell loads of drama brewing, but then again it’s sally- Queen of twists. Nice one babes
Sally Sugar! Thank a bunch! Been refreshing since yesterday. Enjoy your holidays ๐๐
Oliver Twist is here again….. I NVR saw dat coming Nini a lesbian hmm. .. Am glue to dis story like kilode
Easter bonus fa @Sally Biko
Ese pupo ๐๐๐
This was nice, really nice. Aunty Sally please be good . . Any bonus for the long holiday??? Am dying of wanting more ๐ฃ
indeed Sally is the queen of twist, Eniola well done ma.Hakim will be Alright eventually.
Lols Eniola is confused. Halim take your time, you know Eben is the boo yh? Enjoy and find yourself, work through it all, don’t be bullied by anyone. Rooting for you darling.
So I just thought to come back and give you another thumbs up Sally. Your silent show of support and awareness in your books for people living with HIV does not go unnoticed. First ‘Boys with Toys’ and now here.
๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฅ I want them back together pls. Halim and Eben , I also want halim to go for another test. Eni Abeg stay Ur lane and leave Eben alone biko. Mami thanks for another beautiful episode pls I want to ask for another episode .Pretty please. We are greedy like that and it’s because u are such a great writer, u make us yearn for more ‘ our Queen of twist ‘
Oh my! Didnโt see the girl on girl act coming at allll… Halim biko pass this temptation and go back for your girl. One love Sally, idi too much. Xx
Eniola is a what?? Pls i cannor laugh abeg.
I feel Eben and Halim’s pain๐ญ๐ญ. Can they just get back together. Beautiful piece as usual sally!!!! Thanks
LOL that is how I was refreshing like kilode yesterday thinking it was Saturday ๐๐๐
Eniola is whaaat….i never esperredit…๐ฎ
Awwwh Eniola lele, mogbe…..this is getting really interesting. Well-done Sally.
Happy Easter And Happy New Month.
This one that Halim is noticing the smallest details about her flatmate…hmm, abi is me that is seeing something that is not there. I want Eben and Halim not Eben and Nini lele…plisss Sal
Me I sha hate this Eniola, can she just end up like Tarella in I AS. People like her just end up crazy. Eben please don’t give up on Love.
Thanks Sally. Trust you had a wonderful Easter holiday
Eben na baaaaaadt guy! LOL! Even he doesn’t know it himself sha. Pity about Halim. When you’re in a place of suffering, you have a way of keeping people who could actually help you escape that situation.
Love and its wahala… What’s with exes though? Just when you are doing just fine without them, they pop right in again.
Heeeey Sallly !
I like how you link all the stories o.
well done. Eben and Halim should just marry na.
Halim, EBEN is a honest man..he did not use your money to build his company…and remember the intentions behind the will…your father did it for you and your mum to be protected.
Eleyii gidi gaan o ๐ข
Getting more interesting with each episode.
I still hope Halim will find what is missing, and will rediscover her bubbling self. Life has a way of throwing some things on our ways. It’s our duty to work through them.
The singular act of Eniola’s has thrown lives into confusion already. It is easy to blame her for it but her foundation is majorly to blame. She learnt from childhood to get things by hook or crook hence the kind of adult she has evolved into.
Me I sha see the trap she’s setting for Eben. Oga don take eye see her in action. Small small, he go remove the zoning and fall inside temptation wey Eni dey serve am.
Reading Sally’s stories remind me if a novel series I read back in my teenage years. The characters from a precious story always find their way into a new one seamlessly. Food one there. And for your advocacy in making us see PLWHAs as everyday people, thank you very much.
I don begin write epsitle. Lemme go…