Lookout For Miss Right- 15

“I think the best place to talk is your house.” She said.
“That’s not an option.” I replied. “I don’t want to go home yet. If you wanna talk, then talk here.”
She sighed audibly. “Where do I start?”
“Start by telling me how you’re caught up in all this.” I replied shortly.
“Okay. I’m a distant cousin of Sonia’s. My dad is somehow related to Chief.” She said.
I raised an eyebrow at her, I hadn’t seen that one coming. “You do get around, don’t you?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” She asked.
“You’re the step daughter to Femi’s dad… a highly influential man, I must say. It turns out you’re also related to Chief Odeniran. And don’t forget, you’re also sleeping with Femi, a reasonably wealthy guy. How do you do it?” I was deliberately being caustic.
She gave me a wry smile. “I have my ways… I won’t acknowledge that insult.”
I shrugged.
She leaned forward. “Does it bother you that I’m sleeping with Femi?”
I looked away from her, somehow I still found her incredibly attractive.
“It bothers you.” She said slowly. “Why? Because you’re attracted to me?”
“That’s not the issue here, Barbara. Let’s go back to the Sonia saga.” I said.
“What if I tell you I’m attracted to you too? Will that get your attention?” She gave me a piercing look.
I wasn’t taking the bait. “I’ll ignore that. Now continue what you were saying.”
She sighed again, settling back in her seat. “For now, you’re off the hook…we will come back to this, though.”
I nodded.
“Okay…back to my cousin dearest. You know she just got back from the States, right?”
“Yes. She’s doing her Masters’ there.”
“Is that what she told you?” Barbara gave a cynical laugh. “She was doing her Masters’ there…three years ago. Until, she had some problems.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Sonia stopped her Masters’ program three years ago. For the past three years she’s been admitted in a mental hospital in America.”
“Mental Hospital?… Somehow, I’m not surprised. She behaves like a nut job.”
“It was during her Masters’ program that she was diagnosed. After a series of problems at the school, they decided to take her in for a psych- eval. The psychologist diagnosed her with O.L.D.”
“What’s that?”
“Obsessive Love Disorder. O.L.D is an extreme form of love that transcends into an obsession over time. It is characterised by an unhealthy attachment towards someone and can be triggered off by many factors. The doctors determined that it was a serious mental disorder that required treatment. It causes an insatiable fixation of wanting to possess the target of their obsession. In this case, feelings of jealousy, insecurity and resentment override the mutual feeling of love. If the object of their obsession rejects them, it will result in the perpetual fixation and compulsion to obtain their desire. So, the unnerving aspect of this is that a person might not even be in a relationship with the object of their desire, or they might have simply had a stray conversation with them at some point and gotten interested in them, which then slowly turns into an obsession…”
I held up a hand to stop her. “How do you know all this? You sound like a doctor.”
She smiled. “Ever since she was diagnosed with O.L.D, I’ve done a lot of research, now I know it like the back of my hand.”
“I’m impressed. So, why is she fixated on me?” I asked.
She took out her phone and after tapping the buttons a few times, she handed it over to me.
“Take a look at that picture. Tell me what you see.”
I took the phone. I was looking at the picture of a young man, something about him looked familiar but I couldn’t quite place my finger on it. He looked to be in his early or mid- thirties. He was quite good- looking.
“Notice anything?” Barbs asked.
I took another hard look at the picture trying to determine why the young man looked familiar to me. Finally I gave up.
“He looks familiar…but I can’t recall meeting him before.” I said.
“He looks like you. Look closely and you’ll see the resemblance.” She gave me a knowing smile.
I looked again and sure enough the resemblance was there. I was stunned. I had always heard the story of one having a look- alike somewhere in the world, I just didn’t know they existed. Until now.
“You see it now?” She asked.
I nodded, still looking at the picture.
“He was Sonia’s first love. Austin.”
“Sonia dated this guy?” I asked.
“Yes. Years ago. She was madly in love with him; he treated her like a princess and gave her the love and attention she never got as a child. Everything was going well until her obsessiveness kicked in. She kept tabs on him, always wanting to know where he was, went through his phone every day… accused him of cheating on her. For over six months Austin put up with it until one day he couldn’t take it anymore. He called it quits. Sonia almost went crazy, she begged, cajoled, pleaded. But he was adamant. It was over. That was Sonia’s first experience of heart break and she didn’t take it lightly. She kept stalking him until he had to take out a restraining order against her.” She paused.
“And then what happened?” I asked.
“A year later he met someone else. Someone he didn’t know had affiliations with Sonia. Then Sonia found out and hell was let loose.” her voice had become subdued.
“Who was that?” I asked curiously.
“Me.” She said quietly. “He met me.”
I stared at her.

To be continued

Mimi .A. (C)

SiSi by Tolu Daniel

so, this is me again.I’m sorry i bailed last week but trust me it was for a good cause. today, I bring you another story from Tolu Daniel, my old friend. When i read this story I marvelled at the daring nature of the writer. You’ll see what I’m saying if you read it. Do enjoy this well written piece and drop your comments as usual.

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‘Sisi, touch me, touch me in that sweet and sexy way, the way you touch those boyfriends of yours’ Chief Kunle said in that husky tone of his, as though he was whispering to some unholy genie that would appear as he rubbed the tip of his penis back and forth. He was already far gone, intoxicated by his drive for sex and not planning to get sober any time soon. He wondered for a brief moment how any woman could resist him especially since his instrument of digging was already out and throbbing for a ground to sink. He thought about the way Sisi smiled and laughed at his crude jokes, he had been certain that she wanted him and hence any resistance she gave would probably be likened to a chicken dance.

The way she’d wiggled her tiny waist, whenever she walked out of his office always made him crazy. He had been watching her for a longtime, sometimes through the security camera that was attached to his office. He had imagined a lot of things that he could do with her, how she would stay on top and ride him like a cowboy on a bull and ride him into oblivion, he didn’t give a shit about the consequences. Who thinks about consequences when the girl is as set and as sexy as Sisi.

The first time he had tried to pin her down and ensured that he got a piece of her. He had ensured that he grabbed her breasts, the two generously swollen mounds on her chest that made her look like a black Kim Kardashian; he had not imagined that she would not be all over him and begging him for more. But she had resisted, mustering all the energy she could but he had still blown his load on her before she could escape, the white mucus like thingy falling haplessly on the sofa and landing on her dress. She had had to clean herself up before she left his office and he had continued doing the same thing, believing that someday, she would stop resisting and give in and probably give him some head too.

His colleagues from other departments had seen her too and the mere sight of her ass had sent them drooling but he had warned them off her and told them in no small words that she was his and they had stayed away. Some of them had advised him to ensure he smashed her as much as he could reminding him of the legend of Edo girls and their monstrous sexual appetite and he had sworn to get his piece from her. None of them knew that she was resisting of course. After all he was taking care of her, buying her gifts, making promises of retaining her services immediately her service year was completed, isn’t that the dream of every Corp member? To get a job after their service year, she had never rejected anything from him not even the meager five thousand naira he always threw at her after their numerous episodes hence he believed that her resistance would wear thin sooner than later and that delicious looking ass of hers would be his to excavate. He knew about the legend of Edo girls, how crazy their sexual appetite was and he was certain that Sisi’s was probably as crazy as the legend’s if not crazier. The last Edo girl that had completed her service year in his office had been a Yoruba girl of Edo descent and had done crazy things with him.

He had never been able to satisfy the girl sexually except maybe sometimes when he had his Viagra around or when he had taken some of the concoction that the Baba whom his driver had brought to his office when he hinted him of his situation as regards his inability to last longer than three seconds. The mixture had done wonders the last time he spent his vacation with his wife in the United Kingdom. Since he had taken up this political appointment, he had decided that it was a sensible thing to keep his wife and kids abroad, so that he could keep them safe from the prying spectacles of the press and also the unfortunate eyes of the detractors of his political party and rival groups that may have mischief on their minds.

The first week he had flown his family out the country, he had spent most of his nights in hotels and brothels; Oloshos or roadside prostitutes as they were called were his specialties. These girls would ensure that they milked him well before they left him; some of them even stole from him. And the result had affected his accounts way too much, hence he had decided to stop using this method and adopt a simpler and cheaper way of satiating himself sexually but he never enjoyed sleeping with any of the women that he had to settle for, married women and unattractive spinsters that worked with him at the office and moreover there was too much drama about it all; once he was sleeping with a particular woman who was so possessive of him as though he was married to her; hence his resolve to make a decision that he could not sustain which was to stop sleeping around based on a misguided philosophy that cheating was way too expensive and dramatic and as such, he would rather return to work normally and get laid whenever his wife was in the country or whenever he visited.

All these resolutions were till an old friend of his, introduced him to his niece and informed him that she wanted to complete her service year in his office, and reminded him of a business deal that he had been chasing with him and with a wink of an eye, the deal had been agreed and the niece would be payment. Chief Kunle could not be certain if the girl had been briefed about her role in the deal but he had agreed immediately and requested that the girl, Jessica be posted directly to his office.

He had not needed to say much to get Jessica’s attention, it seemed as though the girl was compensation for all the money that he had spent while whoring the city because not only was she ridiculously pretty, she was ready for whatever he offered. He had then found out that sleeping with the Corpers posted to his office was more cost effective ever since. Since her first day on the job, Kunle had been certain that he was going to have her. And have her he did, for one full year, taking her along with him on all his official assignments at home and abroad only careful enough to avoid taking her to the United Kingdom till a replacement came and that had been how the cycle had been for all those years with the other female Corp members.
‘Sisi, come on’ Chief Kunle said, walking close to her as nicely as his baulk could muster. ‘Don’t deny an old man of your sweetness’.

Sisi looked at him, her eyes filled with disgust but Chief Kunle could not see it, in fact he kept walking towards her with a solemn grin playing around his face, his hands still holding on to the flaccid attachment to his body. It was clear, Sisi was confused, she wasn’t sure she knew what she was doing, either by refusing him or by allowing him, it was all registered on her face, perhaps this was what the Chief saw . Revenge was heavy on her mind, she wanted to do something that would hurt her ex-boyfriend but she wasn’t sure this was it, it was almost certain that the one that would hurt most from this would certainly be her. It had been quite a rough week, the idiot had broken off her relationship of over five years only two nights ago, a relationship she had given so much of herself into, and the worst part was the fact that he had not given her a tangible reason but she was sure that it had something to do with that Skunk of a girl that he met the month before, the one that he kept telling her about.

She was in such a bad shape, normally it would have been easy to escape Chief Kunle, she had done it so many times, even though in recent times it had not been a clean escape, but it had been an escape nonetheless; she was in such confusion that her mind could not play out an escape route for her. There was nobody she could talk to; it was as though the other members of staff in the department were in on the conspiracy somehow, because there was always a strange smirk on their faces whenever she emerged from the office of Chief Kunle.
The coolness that the air conditioner in the office brought seemed to have vanished, as Chief Kunle closed in on Sisi, trapping her with his round belly to an angle in his office that have served him so well whenever he strafed any of the other girls, there was nowhere to run to now, she couldn’t possibly back away any further, the wall was a willing ally for the chief now; the chief was sweating profusely like a buffet pig and it seemed like he might die if he didn’t get what he wanted, his eyes were bloodshot and his face was void of an expression. Chief Kunle wasn’t exactly optimistic about what could happen or what will happen with Sisi, because he was not thinking with his head any longer, he had lost control of it; he was like a zombie trying to capture a person in order to eat their brains.

‘No sir, I can’t do this…..’ Sisi managed to say, as the bigger man drew her closer for an involuntary kiss but before she could finish talking, Chief Kunle’s larger lips had already crushed hers and they were locked in a seeming perverted kiss that seemed as though the Chief was going to eat her up if she didn’t disentangle her mouth from his. Sisi was not totally surprised at the audacity of the chief, he had done it before severally, she however seemed like she might pass out because his cologne was domineering and could knockout a fully grown whale, she wanted to tell him to let go, but she didn’t have the strength to do so, he was so damn big and the scent of the perfume was just so overpowering, all she could muster was a soft moan that escaped from her throat that made it look as if she was enjoying it and incidentally one of her breasts though still in the cups of her bra was being violated by this pig of a man.

The moan was all the encouragement that Chief Kunle needed as his mouth left hers and made its way to her chest where he fought her for the right to taste the sweetness of her breasts. His beefy fingers had violated her enough because she could feel his hands already in between her legs and she really was not gonna have him go to second base without her permission. This wasn’t the first time that he would be fighting her for the rights to touch her down there, Sisi slapped his hands away and from some strange reasons, the Chief snapped out of his trance momentarily and allowed his eyes to settle on Sisi’s half exposed cleavage.

Sisi seized the moment and made to escape the trap that she was in. Her head was clearer now; maybe it was because of the little triumph of winning the battle against the chief. She adjusted her shirt and made to clean her face while trying to ensure that she kept him within at least three feet from her. But as she was making for the door, Chief Kunle grabbed her ass from behind, it was so unexpected that Sisi tried pull away from him jerking her hands free of his hold with such force that they both fell down flat on their backs, the chief on the marble tile and Sisi fell on the chief.

The fall was awkward for two reasons, the chief’s shrieked like a girl who just saw a ghost and Sisi for a brief moment thought maybe her tight trouser had let her down and that the chief’s hard penis had gotten a safe passage into her because he had been so stiff just some minutes ago when he had hugged her but then again, it didn’t seem right, because she only felt his stiffness for a couple of seconds after she fell. As she made to stand up, she realized that the chief was not moving and when he in fact opened his eyes some tears were already forming as though he would burst in an avalanche of tears, Sisi saw why he had screamed and she stood up as fast as she could, he looked sorry and helpless. She had accidentally broken his penis, it was still rounded and had lost its outright stiffness, the white tip now had a shade of purple and it was a sight for sour eyes.

Sisi heaved a deep sigh, stood up and left the office without casting a glance backwards.

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Lookout For Miss Right – 14

I was furious. Oscar had not said anything about ending the relationship.
“Please…just…talk to him.” Abbey was saying. “I don’t know what to do. I love him so much…I know I was wrong but…” She was sobbing again.
My heart went out to her. “It’s okay…I’ll talk to him, Abbey.” I said.
She thanked me profusely and hung up.
Femi and Flores immediately sensed that something was wrong.
“Is everything alright?” Flores asked.
I nodded. “Lemme see what’s keeping Oscar.”
“Yea…ask him if he’s turned to a woman who takes hours to bath.” Flores joked.
I entered the bedroom without knocking, I was livid with rage. Oscar was sitting on the bed, looking pretty much the same way I left him.
“Are you insane?” I asked angrily. “It’s barely two hours she told you… and you end a relationship you’ve invested so much in. Do you know you are supposed to marry that woman?”
He didn’t say a word, didn’t move a muscle.
“Do you hear me, Oscar?!” I was shouting now, it would only be a while before Flores and Femi realized that something was amiss.
He raised his head, his eyes were red. He had been crying.
“I love that woman more than life itself…but, what am I supposed to do now? Stand around and watch her die?!” he spoke.
“Shut up! Who told you she’s gonna die? She has cancer, not aids! Did you even care to listen to her? To know whether she’s getting treatment? Are you that selfish?”
Oscar stood now, towering a few inches above me. We were both shouting and we didn’t care.
“Treatment?” He snorted. “She needs to be flown to India for treatment. The cost for that is over two million naira. Where is she going to get that kinda money? Her health keeps deteriorating everyday! She’s dying slowly inside…and I can’t bear to watch it. So, I did the only logical thing!”
“Dump her? A woman who needs your support at a time like this! You waste no time in cutting her loose just because she is sick… Oscar, I’m disappointed in you.” I spat the words out, frankly, I was surprised at Oscar’s behavior. He had never done something so rash before and knowing how much he loved Abbey, I knew that he wouldn’t recover from losing her for a long time.
“You…you’re disappointed? Ha! When last did you keep a serious relationship? You know what? Mind your business and stop meddling in mine!”
I practically reeled back from the insult. I wanted to hit him but I knew he was looking for an opportunity to lash out.
“Shut up, both of you!” Flores shrill voice halted us.
Without saying another word, I walked out of the bedroom and subsequently, out of the house.
I didn’t want to go home so I drove around to clear my head. A part of me was angry with Oscar and the words he had said, but the more rational side of me knew that he didn’t mean what he said. The guy was just venting, and I was the closest person available.
As I drove, I put on the radio to distract me from the murderous thoughts I was having. My phone rang. It was Flores. I didn’t pick it. I really didn’t want to talk to anyone. A couple of minutes later, Femi called. I still didn’t pick.
I kept driving before finally deciding to stop at a restaurant whose name I didn’t bother to take note of. Whenever I was angry, I almost immediately got hungry. I couldn’t explain it but that was how my metabolism worked. I ordered some food and sat down in a booth to eat. I needed time to think, not just about Oscar but about my life in general. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew Oscar was right. I hadn’t been able to keep a serious relationship since God-knows-when. All my past relationships had never lasted more than eight months. The last one I had a few years back had only lasted two months. Was something wrong with me? I wondered. Was it some psychological problem or what?
I pondered as I ate. No answers came. I wasn’t a womaniser; that I knew. I liked the ladies, alright…but I didn’t thrive on them like Femi did. I had never even dated more than one girl at a time.
I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t see her until she tapped me gently on the shoulder.
I looked up. It was Barbara.
I groaned.
“Hi,” her smile lingered.
“Get lost and get a life,” I said in a grouchy tone.
She laughed, “Seems I caught you in a bad mood.”
“Yea. So leave me in peace.”
“May I sit? I wanna talk to you,” she was deliberately ignoring my attempts to get rid of her.
“I don’t want to talk to you, Barbara. Isn’t that obvious?”
She sat opposite me. “Get off your high horse, Jake. We need to talk.”
“About what? Last time I checked you kept a million secrets, I don’t even know who you really are.” I said, irritation evident in my voice.
“What if I told you I had answers?” She asked.
“I don’t believe you.”

MIMI .A © 2013

Lookout For Miss Right -13

In my family, the only one who had gone through a terminal illness had been my younger sister Josephine. Her leukaemia had given us concern for a long time, draining my parents of so much money, before she had finally been cured. Of the five of us, Josie was the most gentle and was quite spiritual; I usually thought her illness had made her see a part of life the rest of us couldn’t see.
Now hearing Abbey’s condition, brought back memories of my sister. I didn’t know how to comfort my friend; I could see he was hurting.
“How could she keep such a thing from me?” he asked no one in particular. “We’ve been dating for three years. How could she not tell me this?”
I had no answers, I knew that Oscar needed to vent. He rose to his feet and I could see the tears pouring down his face. I wished I could do something to alleviate his pain.
“What am I going to do now? Tell me, Jake. Where does this leave me?” He turned to me.
“Calm down, Oscar. I’m quite sure Abbey had a good reason for keeping it from you. She loves you. She won’t hurt you on purpose,” I said.
“If she loved me, she won’t have kept this from me. Jake, all this while she’s known! She’s been lying to me all along!”
For the first time in a long while, my calm friend lost his cool.
“I don’t know what to tell you, Oscar. Nothing I say will make this go away. I don’t know why she kept it from you but… one thing I do know is; that woman loves you. Whatever she did, she did out of love. Maybe she made a mistake… but who doesn’t?” I stood to face him. “So, instead of being selfish and thinking about how she lied to you, let’s think of her life that’s on the line and the possible solution.”
He looked at me sadly.
“I…” he began, but a knock on the front door cut him off.
“That has to be Flores or Femi.” I said. “Hey… we can cancel this weekend if you’re not up for it. If you need some time to think…”
He shook his head. “That’s precisely why I need to spend the weekend with you guys. I can’t think right now. I don’t know if my head could take it”
“You sure?” I asked
The knock came again. I began making my way to the living room.
“Yes.” He replied. “Jake… just one thing.”
I stopped. “Anything.”
“Don’t tell the others.”
I opened my mouth to protest but he cut me short: “Please. Let it be between us for now”
Even though I didn’t like the idea, I nodded. We had all been friends for a long time and had learned to share each other’s hurt and pain. It usually had a good therapeutic effect on us. But if Oscar wanted to keep this one on the down-low for now, who was I to object?
When I opened the door, Flores stood there. Seeing her with her lovely smile made me realise how much I had missed my friends these past few days. I let her in and we hugged.
“Hey, lady,” I said with a small smile
“You… have fallen off the grid these past few days. No calls or texts. Where have you been?” She asked, strolling past me into the kitchen, “and where’s Oscar?”
“What’s in the flask?” I asked indicating the flask she was carrying.
“Pepper soup. Specially made by me.” She beamed at me. “So…tell me what’s been happening.”
“You and gist. Wait first. I’ve got plenty to tell.” I said
“And…Where’s Oscar? He isn’t back from work yet?”
“He’s in the bedroom. I think he’s taking a bath,” I lied, buying more time for him.
“Oya, start the gist before the others come. I’m dying to hear it. Did she call you after standing you up that night?”
I grinned, so much had happened since that night; it was beginning to seem like ages ago.
We moved to the living room and Flores settled on a couch.
“I know that look. A lot has happened! I’m all ears,” she said
And so I began my tale. I was halfway through when Femi arrived. By that time I was beginning to wonder why Oscar was taking so long to join us.
“Is he gisting you about Sonia Odeniran?” Femi asked as soon as he was settled
“Yes…and it keeps getting interesting.” Flores was laughing. “Your friend here has a stalker.”
“If that chick is the stalker, then I’m ready to be stalked by her,” Femi replied
“As always,” Flores hissed at him
Femi laughed. “She set ooh. Flores no talk that kind thing. Did he tell you I saw them in the hotel room yesterday?”
“I haven’t gotten to that part of the story yet, Femi,” I said
“Hotel room ke?” Flores turned to me. “Oya…tell me that part.”
And I did.
My phone rang while narrating my story, I checked the caller ID. It was Abbey.
I excused myself and moved away from my friends.
“What’s up?”I asked as soon as I picked the call.
“I’m sorry to bother you, Jake…” She was crying.
“No problem, Abbey. What’s wrong?”
“Did…did…he talk to you?” she asked
There was no need lying, so I told her the truth.
“I didn’t know who else to call… he doesn’t understand why…I…” she broke off crying
“Abbey… it’s okay. Calm down. I’m sure he’ll understand later when he’s thought about it.”
“No… Jake,” she paused again and I could hear her whimpering on the other end of the line. “He just called and broke up with me.”
“What?” I asked in surprise.

To be Continued…

Mimi .A. (C)

Acidious By Tolu Daniel

This is a guest post from a friend of mine and I’m privileged to have him featured here.  I do hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did.

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You were furious, she had just broken up with you and this time she informed you that it was for good. There was no was plausible cause nor a possibility of redemption this time. You had tried, really tried to get yourself on the same page with her and like a diamond with many edges you had kept on scraping her edges and hurting her without really doing anything; that was the story she told you. You didn’t understand it, not a bit. It all seemed a wee bit strange to you but you played along, understandingly.
You were the stuff of fairy tales, the Prince Charming that Princess Fiona was waiting for after all the Shreks that she had met in her life, her friends confirmed this too. You were not just good looking; you were cool and spontaneous too. You were godly and fun to be with; little wonders you always had people around you. She didn’t believe you when you informed her about your vow of celibacy because your shrink had diagnosed you of nymphomania after you had an affair with her. An affair that started during one of those sessions that the organization you worked for insisted you attend. You had walked into her office hoping to see an old man or an old woman but upon entering her office; you had tripped beyond measure, she had been so fine and sexy that you couldn’t imagine not getting down with her; and the rest is as better imagined than told.
That was the problem she had informed you one of those nights while you walked her home; it was under the mango tree that stood proudly like a peacock in its prideful glory in front of her house. ‘I want more from this relationship’ she had said as though you were not giving her enough. ‘I want you inside me, and I want you to be committed to me as I am to you’. You stared at her in disbelief; the words coming of her mouth were foreign to you. You had chosen her because of her innocent outlook; the definition of a good girl was what she represented to you. You had assumed that she would want to stay pure till marriage; and by pure you meant a virgin but now you are finding out that looks can be deceiving.
You decided not to preempt her not for any other reason but the fact that you could have easily misunderstood what she was saying. “I want to you to make love to me and make me scream like all those movies, I want you to be my first and only” she had said to you. You stared at her unbelievably horrified, it occurred to you at that moment that she must have put a lot of thoughts into it. She had continued by challenging you to do it, just to prove to her that you loved her.
Two warnings rang on your head at that moment, one was that of your shrink but it was easily replaced by an X-rated memory of you banging her inside her office; the other warning was that of your priest. Sunday’s mass had been abnormal, the priest had mentioned something about running away from all appearances of evil, not that you were the religious type but it was still ringing in your head because your innocent seeming girlfriend at the moment seemed like the stuff of horror movies, pure evil.
Then there was you philosophizing, you were in love with her and she had just challenged you about proving your love for her and if you couldn’t you guys were done for good. You couldn’t blame her, she had met two of your ex-friends with benefits and you could see that she longed to have a taste of what ever drug made their eyes tingle whenever they saw you, not that they were better looking than her. You were amazed at how stupid and naïve she seemed but you kept your mouth shut and let your mind wander. She had decided there and then that it must be the fact that they had had sex. You wondered why she had waited for so long and why she was in such a hurry to let it go now.
You stop thinking for a bit and look into her eyes; you fell in love with her over and again. But you still couldn’t make a decision on what to do.
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About Tolu Daniel

Tolu is a poet, blogger and short fiction writer. His biggest influences include Wilbur Smith, JRR Tolkien, Jk Rowlings, Chinua Achebe, Lola Shoneyin, Chimamanda Adichie, Junot Diaz just to mention a few and his best friend is his pen and paper