Tag - Short story

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Chapter 2: Too much of a good thing
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Chapter 2: Creme caramel
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Chapter 2: Left to proof
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It wasn’t me
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By the time this night is over
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No diggity
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The way you make me feel
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Unprofessional
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Unpublished

Chapter 2: Too much of a good thing

She smiled. “Yes, we are.” Spreading the smile to wave goodbye to a now peeved Taiwo, who marched out of the house with a bag bearing bowls of baked sugar.

“Then I’ll see you at 6.30pm,” he said, “have a good one, and don’t forget to send your address.”

“I won’t.” She followed Taiwo’s car as it reversed out of the compound, and made to shut the door when she noticed the gates remained wide open. In no time, the familiar wine-coloured Camry of Lara, her sister-in-law, cruised in.

We need to talk. The text message from Lara last night went no further, and Misan hadn’t thought it would warrant a morning visit or even a face-to-face one. She’d expected a call later in the day.

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Chapter 2: Left to proof

Few things stopped Misan in her tracks; her offspring were smack at the top of that list. Her eyes narrowed. She thought she recognised all, well almost all, her children’s friends. At the least, the regulars who trooped endlessly in and out of the house before schools re-opened last year. One mulatto stood out among her son’s; it certainly wasn’t this youngster before her. Daniel seemed older and well-built than this lanky teen. “Do I know you, young man?” She leaned forward on the counter, shifting her weight from one leg to another; she’d have to sit down soon.

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It wasn’t me

Their invigilator, when they laid eyes on her before the start of the exam, drew a collective groan from the entire class. She was yet to take them in a course, but her general demeanour and outlook gave out uncomfortable vibes, her reputation preceding her. She might belong to the spectacles-wearing tribe, but nothing seemed to miss her gaze. Perhaps the one thing which set off the students was one of the first things one noticed about her–her hair. Styled in a monument of black thread spirals, primary-school girl fashion, and rising to a peak on her head, it stood erect and threatening combined with a rather pleasant-looking face devoid of make-up and ear lobes of earrings. Her attire comprised a long-sleeved, nondescript blouse tucked into an equally forgettable ankle-length, flowing skirt around a robust form. She might as well have had on a column of sackcloth. There were no pointers for concluding where her religious allegiances laid. The Deeper Life Ministry.

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No diggity

Why was this visit different from all the others? Suddenly, she was conscious of the looks and glances aimed her way as she walked on by. This had to be the umpteenth time she was parading these walls, this topless terrain of Uniben. So why did she suddenly feel like a goldfish out of water? Maybe because she was, and blast Uncle Mike’s comment!s!

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The way you make me feel

“Not yet.” Naji informed her and leaned over her left shoulder. “Excuse me…” And taking hold of the mouse, she began to click. “Those are your files.” She uttered a few seconds later. “And other CC departmental documents you might need to access. Got it?” She straightened and, for a moment, met the intense, direct stare of the first man before she looked away. “Anything else?”

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Unprofessional

He was talking as he walked through the door. ‘Is this the last one, Seke?’ He waved the file he was holding in the air. ‘Can I take a bit of a break then?’ He walked towards the counter she stood behind. ‘I’m a bit peckish.’ The two ladies at the counter both looked at him; Seke , the lady he addressed, was the older one of the two – a middle-aged, matronly woman – looked up from her scribbling on a pad while the other lady, the much younger one standing by it, turned slowly to look at him as well. Momentarily, there was a halt in his tracks, then he continued. When he spoke again a smile could be heard in his voice. ‘Well, hello there.’ The timbre of his voice dropped noticeably. His smile came naturally, effortlessly, expanding his fleshy, friendly facial features. The lady didn’t return the smile. The bland expression she had on her face, while watching Seke write a while ago, was still intact. She regarded him with cool, brown eyes. ‘Hello Osawe.’ Her voice matched her eyes – cool, very low–toned and husky. ‘It has been ages.’ He turned and addressed Seke again. ‘Is she the last one?’ He wanted to know as he reached the counter and placed the file on it. ‘For now, yes, but she…,’ Seke began but the other woman cut her short. ‘I was postponing my appointment,’ she informed him. He put both his hands in the pockets of his dark trousers. ‘Why? Are you in a hurry?’ His gaze fixed on her. His big, dark frame loomed over her petite one. The difference in their statures sharply obvious: the huge dark man and the little, light-skinned lady. ‘Sort of.’ His slightly–hooded dark eyes raked over her. ‘You look healthy enough. I’m sure this won’t take long.’ ‘But I…,’ she began. He wasn’t listening to her. ‘Do you have her file, Seke?’ ************************************************************************ She preceded him into the room, and he shut the door behind him. He was the first to speak immediately they were alone. ‘You didn’t”more

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Unpublished

Jan. 1st Happy New Year, diary! I ended last year on a sad note. Pere and I broke up. I’m so unhappy. Jan. 9th Haven’t seen or heard from Pere in more than a week. Not that I expected to. After all the horrible things I said to him! Jan. 11th Diary, Seah was here today. She asked about Pere. Rumour has it that he was posted to Port – Harcourt for his NYSC. Jan. 14th Pere came today. He wanted to make up. I didn’t let him in. I told him off through the window. Practically shouted at him to leave before I sent the dogs after him. As I watched him leave, I wondered why I said those things to him. What is wrong with me? Jan. 22nd Seah said Pere left for Port – Harcourt yesterday. This is what she said and I quote: “Esi, you’re a total and complete fool for letting a good thing pass you by.” Jan. 24th I miss Pere. I love him. And I hate him too! Jan. 30th School’s a week away. Can’t wait! It would help take my mind off thoughts of Pere at least. Feb. 4th Diary, I’m finished! I’m done for! I’m ruined! I’m pregnant! March 5th I can’t help wondering about Pere frequently these days. As his body grows inside of me, so does my concern for him. How is he doing? And what is he up to? How is his NYSC coming? Is he coping well? Does he like…? And why am I concerned? For all I know I may never go through the NYSC programme. Thanks to him! Here I am, a single, unwed, drop –out with a two-month-old pregnancy wondering about the father, who has his whole life ahead of him. While mine ended before it begun! April 10th I hate being pregnant! I hate being unable to do anything for myself! I hate Pere for doing this to me! And I hate the cold in this county! I’m yet to adjust to the weather conditions of this country. Doesn’t the heater work any”more

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