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LUST. LOST. LOVE ! (2)

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Thank you for following this story, this is episode 2. But before that, if you missed the 1st episode, kindly get it HERE.

THE FIRST TIME:

It was a very cool evening on campus; Taiwo was only taking a stroll with her friend, Toyosi her class mate and best friend. They both have been friends since their secondary school days and now, they continued their friendship in the University.

“Taiwo, you need a boyfriend oh”.

Taiwo pretended like she didn’t hear him, she continued humming her “wide awake” song by Katy Perry. After all, she had a head-set on and she could pretend like it was on its highest volume.

“Tee, you will pretend like you didn’t hear me abi? You will pretend like you didn’t know I was talking to you.” Toyosi said with a bit of anger, he hated been ignored by Taiwo, who really knew how to ignore him. Toyosi was forced to hit Taiwo; she removed the headset and let out a seemingly wicked laugh.

“TY, did it pain you?” she continued her laughter

“Taiwo, it pained me sha, it pained me oo, I was only trying to help you out of your lonely state. Instead of you to say something, you started snubbing me; I won’t even talk about it again. It’s your business sef”

“Toyosi, why take it so personal? All these boys coming to meet me, I don’t like, so why worry over me? Look, this is not even an issue jare; let’s say something else.” Taiwo opined.

With that, Toyosi let the matter go, but he wished in his heart that she would just date someone in school; he even started to think that maybe he was the hindrance because a lot of guys in school saw them together and they probably thought that they were dating and wouldn’t want to ask her out.

The rest of the stroll continued with their usual daily experiences, they will always laugh at their various lecturers, over-sabi course mates and so on. They were used to this every night, their laughs, giggling and jokes usually took the better part of the night.

Finally it was time to go to their hostels; Toyosi explained that he didn’t have the strength to walk her down to her hostel, so he bade her goodnight on the path that leads to her hostel.

“Is that guy your boyfriend?” someone said from behind her.

She turned around, to see who was talking or to see if the person was actually talking to her.

“Are you talking to me?” she queried.

“Yes I am, is he your boyfriend?” He asked again.

“No, he isn’t, he is my best friend.” She said and turned away as if to walk out on him.

“I hear that best friends these days have more benefits than boyfriends, is this true on your case?”

She paused and turned around, smiling and a laugh was let out.

”oh! I don’t even understand you, because this is really funny to me, I have never heard of that, but my best friend is my best friend and he has a lot of benefits for been my best friend, so whatever you’re saying is strange to me”

“Ok o, sorry to disturb you, I only asked a question, I have to go now, at least thanks for your audience even though I was here saying thrash, good night have a nice night”

“Good night to you too and have a nice night”

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The next day, on their way to class, Taiwo couldn’t stop repeating her story to Toyosi about the stranger she met last night.

“ehn ehn my Taiwo now has a boyfriend, thank God oo”

“Boyfriend ko, someone I didn’t even see his face, you know that path is always dark, but he is a little taller than you sha and his cologne tho, It was like that one you got me on my birthday that was why I even stood to talk to him more.”

“Congratulations, we must drink to this.”

“Drink ko, drunken ni abeg, let’s hurry up before that man enters the class.”

Later in the evening that day, Taiwo had gone to buy some snacks from a mini mart close by; she was standing on the queue to pay to the cashier. When it was her turn to pay, a guy told her not to worry that she had her bills on him. So as not to cause a scene of which she dreaded a lot, she let him have his way. They both left the mart together.

“Thanks for paying, I really appreciate it, but it was really uncalled for.” Taiwo alleged.

“There is nothing wrong in that, because I suppose that your best friend does this all the time.” She giggled, “I guess you are the guy from last night.

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About two months later, Toyosi and Taiwo decided to take a stroll, of which they both hadn’t done in a while. They agreed to stop taking their strolls or be seen together too often in other to at least respect their partners.

“I wonder why you still call my one and only Yinka “the guy from last night” you know his name don’t you? It;s like me calling Amaka the… Toyosi cut in while laughing real hard.

“Taiwo its okay, sorry I won’t call him that any longer; Mrs. Adeolu, any other one is a counterfeit, well except his mom oo.

eyin le mo oo, oko Amaka”

“I am proud of my new nickname” he bragged.

Taiwo quirked , and silently thanked God that they were both in relationships that at least had a headway, it was almost the same way in the mind of Toyosi except that he wished a little more for Taiwo.

After a few minutes of just walking and no talking, Taiwo broke the stillness as they approached the popular “lovers garden” on campus; and as the name implies it’s a secluded area with dim lights and small bamboo huts.

 The almost deserted area during the day is an arena for talking, kissing, hugging or some just gisting and chatting happily under the colored dim lights in twos at night.  

“I think I have to go now TY, my boyfriend will be waiting for me already, I told him to give me about an hour to spend with you tonight, he had beeped me twice, I guess he is somewhere around here.”

“Okay then, there is no problem, we will chat over BBM then and even if you didn’t send me, I will send your regards to Amaka tonight and my regards to “the guy from…”

“From last night you mean?” came the voice of Yinka from behind them both.

“Oh look who is here” cried Taiwo as she turned and gave her boyfriend a big hug and kiss on the cheek. Toyosi and Yinka shook hands with each other, chatted a little, centering their chats on their girlfriends.  

“Why don’t you call Amaka to join us, I guess she will be more than glad to.” explained Yinka.

“no oo, both of them will finish us here, let me even be on my way; I have to see her, because the way Tee is pressing this her phone eh I can bet that she and Amaka are on their amebo gist again.

“Please go jare, you have insulted me enough, go and give Amaka her own and I will tell her that you said that she is a pain on your neck, you should trust me on that.” After they laughed at Taiwo, Toyosi finally bade them good night.

Following Toyosi’s exit, the two kissed one more time, this time it was longer and more passionate. Yinka took this passionate moment further as he slipped his hands into her boobs and gave the tits a little massage.

He was about to slip his hands into her pants, when she reminded him that they were in public, he stopped immediately, while whispering into her ear which in turn turned to a laugh for them both.

“ADEYINKA ADEOLU, why did you do what you did” Taiwo inquired.

 Her face was as straight as a TD ruler, but her emotions betrayed her as tiny drops of tears found their way down her cheek.

Written by Temitope Johnson. Follow her on twitter, @aunty_temi

Episode 3 comes up next Monday. Watch Out

 

 

 

 

 

LUST. LOST. LOVE !

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(BEFORE NOW)

(Twins eulogy…)

“Ẹ̀jìrẹ́ ará ìsokún.

Ẹdúnjobí

Ọmọ ẹdun tíí seré orí igi

Ọ́-bẹ́-kẹ́sé-bẹ́-kàsà,

Ó fẹsẹ̀ méjèèjì bẹ sílé alákìísa;

Ó salákìísà donígba asọ.

Gbajúmọ̀ ọmọ tíí gbàkúnlẹ̀ ìyá,

Tíí gbàdọ̀bálẹ̀ lọ́wọ́ baba tó bí í lọ́mọ.

Wínrinwínrin lójú orogún

Ejìwọ̀rọ̀ lojú ìyá ẹ̀.”

Taiwo can’t seem to get enough of her ‘oriki’ each time she hears it from her soon-to-be husband, it makes her feel jittery and extra loved at the same time.

“Oh God, if your love doesn’t kill me, ehn, Sesan I wonder what will”

“Taiyewo, my love won’t kill you, even if it does, I will kill myself and follow you to wherever you’re going. God will understand”

They laughed, hugged, and kissed.

Sesan looked into her eyes and said

“Ekuro ni alabaku ewa emi ati iwo”

“Sesan, oya it’s enough, please be going home, I want to sleep” she pleaded.

“Okay, I will leave soon, Erm but, I really need to ask you to marry me; at least you’ll have to stop telling me to leave you every night.”

Iwo lo mo, be on your way oh, we both have work tomorrow morning and my boss is nicer than yours, you know that right?” she concluded

She walked him to the end of the close, he hugged and kissed her and told her good night.

“I Love you Taiwo.”

“I love you too, Sesan.

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The next morning when she woke up, she got a text.

“Good morning my princess, Eji lo wole to mi. Bu mi ki nba o rele, yin mi ki npada leyin re. Nijo ejire ti daye ko jale ri, oju oloko ni se je tie. Mo lepo nile, Mo lewa loode, Ejire eelaki maa bo lodo mi. Ireke mi ree. Aadun mi ree”

As she was about to reply, her alarm went off. She was contemplating typing a befitting reply when her phone beeped again. It was another sms, which she couldn’t read because she had to dash off to the bathroom.

As she was dressing up in a hurry, she checked her schedule, it was meeting day with Sache and Sache group.

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Sesan called her phone twice, but because she was driving, she couldn’t pick the phone. She decided to call him back at work.

As she turned in into the junction leading to her office, she saw Sesan standing by the gate, smiling like he just won a lottery. She pulled up by the sidewalk, alighted from her vehicle and strutted towards him.

“Sesan, why are you here, you ought to be at work baby”

“My hugs first before anything else”

They both hugged

“Now my man, tell me why you are here”

“I just came to see you are alright Tai, wanted to be sure you got to work safe”

“Sesan! Please I’m fine, go to work ahhh” she says with a chuckle

“Ok, ok. Whatever you say is final” Sesan raised his hands in surrender, kissed her forehead and whispered in her ears, she giggled and the said their goodbyes as he left.

 

Taiwo was the talk of the office, those who loved her talked about her hard work, and those who didn’t, usually said she was favored because she was pretty. Either way, talking about her worked for her both ways. Her dress sense was totally unique, her polished Nigerian accent, her physique, her beauty and elegance; and most of all, her intelligence.

The first time she stepped into that office was when she came for her internship in the company of Yinka; both of them were students of the same university. After their internship, she was retained but Yinka wasn’t.

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During her meeting with Sache & Sache, Sesan had called her again, but she was really too busy to pick. After the meeting she returned his call.

“Hey baby, I missed your call earlier was so busy with work and I even had a meeting” she explained from her end of the phone.

“What work eh Tai? What work? Do you know how it feels not to talk to you for 5 hours, Tai 5 hours, it is so unfair” he says before hanging up on her.  Taiwo was stunned at Sesan’s reaction on phone, she wanted to call him back immediately but she decided against it, instead she cleared her table and headed downstairs to her car.

Downstairs, Sesan was there already leaning on her car, a brand new Audi Q7 she bought for herself just few months ago to celebrate her birthday; she stood still and looked away like he was not there.

“I’m sorry Tai, I was missing you badly” Sesan said and moved towards her.

“I’ve heard you Sesan, you can leave now. I have had a long day and I just want to go home and rest. And please don’t bother to come tonight because I really need to rest” she said as she moved past him, and into her car.

“Tai, please wait, listen to me baby…”

She got into her car, and zoomed off despite Sesan’s plea.

*****

Later that night as she was tucked in bed and waiting on sleep to come, she heard a knock on her door. She didn’t think Sesan would come that late unless she wanted him to, but she decided to check if it was him at the door. She got to the door, opened it gently and looked around, but she saw no one, except a parcel carefully wrapped with a note stuck on it at her doorstep. She checked the note that was addressed to her but the name or contact of the sender was not on it, so she assumed it could only be Sesan. She went back in to pick her phone and call him and thank him for the gift, but Sesan denied sending her anything or having any knowledge of it whatsoever, as he hadn’t even gotten home because of traffic. However, he advised her to dispose of the gift as it might be from a serial killer or someone dangerous stalking her. She thanked him and dropped the call. She checked the note and read the line one more time.

“I’m sorry Taiwo, I love and miss you”

Her mind was telling her the handwriting was vaguely familiar, but she decided not to agree with her mind, she concluded it could still be Sesan, trying to apologize and pretending not to know about the gift. “He does that a lot” she reasoned. But because Sesan specifically asked her to throw the gift away as it might be from a stalker, she was undecided on what to do.

Sesan later called her up, and begged to come over. She allowed him, because she had missed him, and because she was still puzzled about the gift. Sesan later apologized and she accepted without saying anything about the gift, she wanted them to have dinner first. It was Friday night and they had no plans to go anywhere.

After dinner, they were both on the couch, she was lying down with her head on Sesan’s legs as he sat and played with her hair. After a few minutes, he casually asked her about the gift, he asked to see it.

 “Oh that. You advised me to dispose of it and I have done exactly that; so, either waiting for whoever sent the parcel to show up and tell me he did, or I will just leave it out there to rot.” She replied off-handedly.

“I’m sure it was from your office, someone noticed that we had a misunderstanding and now the person decided to send you a parceled gift to woo you over” Sesan said with a hint of disdain in his tone of voice.

“Sesan, this jealousy of yours about everything I do and everyone I work with is getting out of hand, I can’t seem to understand it anymore. Was I screaming at you in my office, or did I carry a placard that you and I a slight misunderstanding? Or how would someone in my office have known that we had a quarrell” She raised her head off his laps and was about walking away, when he pulled her back and gently gave her a warm kiss, she resisted at first but then, she allowed herself to savour the kiss, and the moment.

The kiss went on and they got into the bedroom. They kissed each other hungrily and she threw her head back as he traced his tongue from one of her mounds down to her navel area. Then her phone rang, she hesitated at first, but she had the urge to pick and find out who it was. She held his head to her lower abdomen and picked up the phone, the number was not registered.

“Hello, who’s this please?”

“Hi Taiwo, it is Adeyinka Adeolu”

“Adeyinka Adeolu…., Yinka, is that you?”

“Yes, it’s me Taiwo…I…”

She hung up the phone before he could complete his sentence. No way could Yinka have called her. No way at all.

NEXT EPISODE COMES UP NEXT WEEK MONDAY! written by Temitope Johnson. follow her on twitter @aunty_temi

PATRIOTISM, RELIGION, #BRINGBACKJONATHANIN2015; AND OTHER THINGS NIGERIAN.

I had to settle for this title for lack of a better one, so pardon me if you think it is not fitting in any way. Now that the apology is out of the way, let’s talk patriotism and religion first before other things.

The time is 10:21 am on Sunday morning. I know I should have been in church, at least the modem I am using belong to a friend of mine who equally needs to be on the Internet but has gone to church. So, I had to use that opportunity to ask for it, so I can check my mails and do other stuff before she gets back from church.

“This guy sef, how can he not go to church and worship God who has given him brain to write and do whatever he does? Instead he is at home writing on a Sunday morning and even telling us he borrowed Internet to upload his writing. Maybe he doesn’t pay tithe sef, and that is why things are tight for him…”

This is what is going on in the mind of religious people in Nigeria, or would be going on if they read my post. I hope you get the drift. But before you crucify me for being a sinner just because I am not in church when you are, ask yourself the question. “Wetin concern me for this matter?”

Now, don’t get me wrong. Going to church is a good thing; I am a card carrying member of a very big Pentecostal church in Lagos and even a worker. But my point is, going to church to pray, sleep or check out fine girls in mini-skirts doesn’t automatically solve our problems in Nigeria, no matter what your Pastor(s) has/have told you. We are a sick Nation and we surely need more than prayers to begin the process of National healing. Prayer is good and like someone pointed out to me last week on twitter; Dr. Ben Carson before his retirement was the best neurosurgeon in America, and he prayed everytime before going into the surgery room. I agreed to that fact, but I told her, prayer did not make Ben Carson the best; it was one of the things that made him who he is (You might need to read Gifted Hands). In Nigeria, the very bad ones deliberately do things to take us 50 years backward, while the good ones among us leave every other thing to chance and just pray; we contract all our problems to the Almighty, fully substituting prayers for hard-work and smart-work.

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I was on the staff bus going to the office last Friday, when we drove past one of the INEC centers where PVC were being collected, and oh boy! The crowd was massive, (And this is Calabar, I don’t want to think about what will be going on in Lagos) The lady sitting beside me noticed it too, and we got talking about it. Somewhere in the conversation I said “we always know the right things to do in Nigeria, but we simply won’t do it, we deliberately make things hard for everyone so we can profit when things don’t work”. To my surprise, she said I was an unpatriotic Nigerian who will never see anything good in Nigeria.

My jaw dropped. Where are those unpatriotic lot talking about Enugu sea… sorry airport again?

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To her, whenever anyone says anything “negative” about Nigeria even when the negative is just stating the obvious, the person is not a patriotic citizen. PDP and Jonathanian think that way as well.

So, during the week, the Presidency launched #BringBackJonathanIn2015. The first one I saw was from Oga Doyin Okupe himself, the self-acclaimed Presidential attack lion (cute name). I have a simple question, have we ever had a PDP president who did not attempt a second term, and even a third term? Maybe President Yar’Adua would have proved us wrong, but sadly he completed his mission before his term. So why are we acting like President Jonathan was kidnapped by the BH and we Nigerian have to rescue him before 2015? Hashtag or not, we know he is contesting in 2015, so why the pretense?

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Akaebube cracked me up with this tweet during the week.

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Now, my question to him will be, when did Olusegun Mimiko become the most performing governor in the Southwest? Before his transfer to PDP was completed, or when he was still in LP? But seriously I like Akaebube and I wish he took over Okupe’s job; that man is not on the same level with the rest of us.

Before I forget, this new hashtag in PDP is what Ohimai is promoting on his TL, #30PercentOrNothing.

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This is another scam to draw all the youth to PDP offering them 30% of political offices; these dudes want to make Nigeria a one party state by all means necessary – crook or hook! BEWARE! Age is not synonymous with competence, the likes of Ohimai are in the system, what have they done differently, apart from being in the ruling party and being loyal to the party? We don’t need 30% of the youth to be in government before the country will work, we only need the right government that will create an enabling environment for the Nigerian Youth to prosper in his country. shikena!

I have to stop here for now, it is almost 12 and the owner of this modem will soon be back from church. Hehehehe, I already laughed at myself, you can forget about yabbing me for borrowing Internet to post. Ciao! Stay patriotic.

GOOD GOD! MORNING??

“Pessimists are usually right and optimists are usually wrong but all the great changes have been accomplished by optimists.”
Thomas L. Friedman

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It has been said that pessimists complain about the noise when opportunity knocks. On awakening, optimists open the window and say with a smile, “Good morning, God!” Pessimists? They rub their eyes; clear their throat; look out the window and say with a frown, “Good God, morning?” Pessimists always see the dark side of clouds. Optimists? They don’t see the clouds at all, because they’re walking on them! If the rosebush you planted withered and died instead of bursting into bloom, would you laugh? I don’t think so. So, if you would be disappointed when a plant fails to reach its full potential, how much more so for a human being. Sad to say, pessimists are thieves, robbing themselves of their own potential.

 

What is optimism? It is simply the belief there is ‘more’ good in life than bad. It is reacting to life in a positive manner. It is an attitude of positive expectations. Pessimists say that optimists are Pollyannas looking at the world through pink colored glasses and living in a fantasy. Which group is grounded in reality? Are the realists PESSIMISTS or OPTIMISTS?

Well, we’re all born optimists. It is our nature to be optimistic. But as we grow up, we are being subjected to so much negativity we begin to believe the world may be gloomy after all. As we grow into adults, we continue to hear the mantra of negativity, “It’s a rat race out there. No point in working hard when wages are so low. No point in working hard and making big bucks when the government is going to take it all in taxes. What’s the point of getting married when 50% of marriages end in divorce…………..

But if we were to stop, question, and analyze, how could we not be optimists? The fact that a creature as frail as man has survived and is now poised to colonize space should be ample proof of a naturally optimistic nature. Yet the question continues to rage: Who is being realistic, an OPTIMIST or a PESSIMIST?

Surprise! The answer is, both are realistic; both are correct. Why? Because their disposition (optimism or pessimism) is a self-fulfilling prophecy. For example, a young man decides to become a stand-up comic. His friends think he’s nuts, but he’s an optimist. Because he thinks he has a chance, he keeps trying. And because he keeps trying, his chances keep increasing. True, he runs into obstacles, but he’s an optimist, so hurdles are seen not as objects of fear or frustration, but as puzzles in need of a solution. Because of his positive attitude, he doesn’t give up. And do you know what happens to people who don’t give up? They reach their goal! Now repeat in your mind the same scenario, but with a pessimist. What do you think the pessimist’s chances of success are? Can you see how their negative attitude set themselves up for failure?

The characteristics of pessimists and optimists have been identified. Whenever something goes wrong, pessimists believe the problem will continue indefinitely, affect all areas of their life, and it’s their fault. Optimists, however, believe that problems are temporary setbacks with limited impact and due to both external and internal causes. Optimists are designed to cope, pessimists designed to mope.
So, what if we are pessimists, or not as optimistic as we would like to be? What should we do? We can begin by pondering the words of Frederick Mann, “One of the greatest powers in the universe is individual power of choice. And the most powerful choices are positive choices.” Yes, we can choose to change. We can choose to begin today.

How do we begin? We must become aware of our negative self-talk. We need to become aware of the negative scripts that are programmed in our mind and constantly play. Self-talk and scripts such as, “I can’t do that. I’m not good enough to . . . I’m afraid to . . . That makes me angry. No use trying since I’ll probably fail.” Whenever you catch yourself with a negative thought, immediately replace it with a positive one. It’s a simple but effective technique. So is working out in the gym. But if you want to reshape your body, working out one day for ten minutes will have no impact. The same is true for changing your attitude. If you’re serious, you have to work on it 15 -20 minutes every day. Not much to ask for a new and much better you. If you come across an article or book that inspires you, read and reread it repeatedly. Repetition is the key to success.

Of course, another good idea is to hang out with optimistic people. Being around people who are optimistic about lifer will go a long way, also read and read and read… it has helped me, it is helping me.