Jennifer patted her friend’s free hand. “It’s okay if you want to take your time in talking about him. Something tells me it would be worth the wait.”
Both women glanced in the direction of the men again just in time to witness all three of them erupt in laughter.
August 12th | Iganmu “e fit be one prophetess don yarn your guy if e nor beg better beg, e go die by fire.” Alero offered in her wisdom, her royal blue skirt suit matching her straight-faced expression before turning to the squirming bundle in her arms and began making cooing noises. The infant squealed in delight in response, her chubby, light -skinned face wreathed in adorable, gummy smiles. “Mtchewwww.” Jennifer hissed good-naturedly and turned to Esohe by her side as the trio walked away from the church’s entrance and towards its sprawling car park which flanked the building on all sides. “So what else did he say? What did he want?” She inquired, touching the fiery red gele adorning her head in sharp contrast to the snow-white buba and iro attire she had on, with a pair of 2’ strappy, red, bejeweled slippers. Esohe shrugged. She looked resplendent in a purple, v-necked, studded boubou whose drawstring function at the waist, accentuated her trim figure. “Beside the apology, he wants back into Osayu’s life. I told him I never prevented him before now. He chose to stay away.” “Back in Osayu’s life. How?” Confusion marred Jennifer’s light-skinned, pretty face. “More face-to-face visits. Be responsible for his upkeep, education.” Esohe elaborated. “Like I said I never stopped him before.” “na lie!” Alero interjected. “na so e go use that weak levels enter your life again. Tufiakwa! E nor go happen!” “Good morning ladies!” A smoky voice prevented any response, serious or silly, to Alero claims, as they neared a grey-coloured 4WD belonging to Jennifer and her husband. Surprise washed over Esohe’s expression even before she turned around to acknowledge its owner clad in a well – fitting, mustard-brown, short -sleeved guinea ensemble. The hue melted with his skin tone and appearance. He looked good and, she was certain, was aware of it. “I didn’t think you’d make it!” She blurted out before he enveloped her in a brief, unexpected hug. Another surprise. “Good morning.” Jennifer’s gaze was guarded as she assessed the stranger and her friend.” “You be IK?” No airs,”more
Read MoreNothing prepared her for the sight she encountered when she joined her mum. She stopped short, three steps into the ante room.
Read MoreLong – stemmed, vibrant dark – red hue, too many to put a number on, and swaddled in transparent wrap, filling the air with their natural fragrance. They were lovely. They made her smile as she wondered who they belonged to.
Read MoreEven that choice proved almost impossible to execute. Not with an intense, unwavering gaze drilling holes into her face from the opposite side of the conference table.
Read More“No Jennifer. Please don’t.” Esohe cut her friend off swiftly. “You’ve been nothing but a sister all through and I won’t let you guilt yourself for something I didn’t even realize. I’ll be fine. I’m getting there slowly.” She assured her. “No details because this is about you and the miracle of a birth. Let’s celebrate that and not my exorcism.” She grinned at her joke and she squeezed her friend’s hand. “But thank you all the same. Take care of you and that little darling.” She let go. “See you both soon.”
Read MoreShe needed to uncover and dispose of the layers of emotions that had piled up before, during and after her separation from Folarin. Suffer through the seven stages of grief, if necessary, to purge her mind and soul of that one incident she had been understandably unprepared for.
Read MoreThis time last week, Esohe hadn’t been sure she’d hear from IK again. Or so soon at that. Not after she’d cancelled their anticipated rendezvous merely hours before it was to commence.
Read MoreFor a moment, her tiredness took a back burner, as she turned around to acknowledge the one person she hadn’t expected she’d see during the errand run. On impulse and with a genuine smile of surprise, she leaned in for a hug that he anticipated this time, was well-prepared for, enveloping her in a heady scent and denim- shirt embrace. “Where have you been?!” She shot at him once they had come apart, sliding her glasses onto her hair.
Read MoreShe felt it, and was certain he did too. The connection, the chemistry between them. This physical contact was proof enough. And for a moment Jennifer’s words echoed: Be with him the way a man is with a woman.
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