MeemahBoo:
Bibijay 123 i stumbled on this story and i had to go back to read Allen Avenue. And i want to say a special thank you because you made my day. MrsExplorer i hail o, Alone was tha bomb.

U r welcome sis

Jay542:
Bibijay123 a very wonder story. Happy new month. But Tomi dirty oo.

Following.

Happy new month

bibijay123:



Maggie was remembering her past while they were all in the living room worried abt victoria. But she was jolted back to the present wen the gate man shouted. That scene was a glimpse into her past and it also shows she was having an affair with Mr Joseph. Hope its clear now

Gosh!!! Such a good writer...officially I'm a fan

Aitee1:


Gosh!!! Such a good writer...officially I'm a fan

Thank u oya give a review

bibijay123:



Happy new month sis. Happy new month Anugod and johnwizey

Thanks sweetie Same to you too

bibijay123:
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I hugged both of them when i was done eating and went back to my apartment. I had tried my best to transform my apartment, my sofa was neat, i had few clean clothes in my wardrobe and few clean bedsheets as well. my novels were back on my bed instead of the bathroom where they were before. I lowered the volume of my plasma TV.



TBC

First time she cleaned her stuffs she's not that dirty afterall

bibijay123:



Thank u oya give a review

Nothing much to review cos you're a very good writer, only that I'm a very fast reader, I read from page 0-6 in less than an hour I would have preferred to come in when the story was completed just like I did on mrsexplorer's story. Maybe I should go read anyone you've completed, can you suggest?

still following, keep it flowing. ur gud #chisos

Jay542:


First time she cleaned her stuffs she's not that dirty afterall

pls how do u quote just a section of a write up?

Aitee1:


Gosh!!! Such a good writer...officially I'm a fan

Skarlett' s diary of assistant girlfriend. You wee love it

Nice story!

bibijay123:
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Bibi you mean that a piece of furniture like sofa in Tomi's family house is more than 60 years old and it's still very functional that one can still sit on it?

room089:



Bibi you mean that a piece of furniture like sofa in Tomi's family house is more than 60 years old and it's still very functional that one can still sit on it?

lemme invite you to my grandpa house... you'd be amazed seeing lots of antique stuffs

bibijay123:



pls how do u quote just a section of a write up?

Just deleted the rest and left the area of concentration. I hope you can log in tru your phone now.

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Chapter 4

Tomi

Richmond' s body weighed me into the hard tiled floor. He had given me some back hand slaps as well which made my temple trob painfully. His erect deek was digging into my tummy, he was still trying to kiss me while i fought back with all my strength. Suddenly, something sent Richie sprawling across the room. Someone. It wasn't something like i thought. He jerked Richie by the collar pulling him towards the door. I sat up, my hand tentatively touching my bruised cheek.

He threw Richie out and closed the door. My crazy ex boyfriend pounded on the door calling me names. He got tired and i heard him drag his feet towards the gate.

" The last time i saw you, you were in need of rescuing and i just rescued you from your rogue boyfriend. Wow! I' m beginning to feel like superman " he flexed his muscles.

I pulled my tattered top up and got up on shaky legs. I was shaken, i couldn't believe Rich would ever attempt to rape me or even hit me. He was drunk. A little voice reminded me that he was intoxicated and he wasn't in his senses. I went into my bedroom, i changed into my PJ and i went back into the sitting room.


" What are you doing here?" those weren't the words i had planned to say. I wanted to thank him but somehow those words had flown out of my mouth before i could take them back.


He blinked his eyes dramatically.


" Who are you? and what planet are you from? i saved you from been raped by that drunk guy! the least you could do is say thank you.''

" He wasn't trying to rape me! he was....... he was drunk like you have pointed out"

" Oh great! sorry i came into your home uninvited" he walked towards the door and paused. " by the way, this place look a lot nicer and cleaner.......just like Ceasar ' s crib!"


" Who is Ceaser?"


" My dog" he said, banging the door after himself.


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" What happened to your face?" the nosey office secretary asked as soon as i entered into the reception area.

" A bike accident "

" Oh God!" she exclaimed, dramatically acting like she cared.

I briskly walked away before she could ask more questions. He was on my mind. I couldn't get him out of my mind and thought. I don't even know his name or where he lives but twice he had rescued me. What is it about him that brings the worse out of me? i pounded my hand on my head.

" Get out! get out of my head!" i muttered.

" Are you alright? " Miss Maggie asked, she walked into my office and sat down.

" I am fine ma"

She gave me a look. " Man Problem?"

Miss Maggie was a kind soul. She always had a good word to say to everyone, i couldn't believe she was related to that conniving Linda. I could never forget how Richie was banging her on that fateful day and how she was screaming for more. I needed someone to share my problems with and a shoulder to cry on but i wouldn't dump my problems on Miss Maggie' s shoulders because she was my related to my boss.

" No'' i lied. I tried to laugh to cover the lie but it came out as fake as Nicki' a$$.

" I came to ask you for a favour"

" Me?"

What favor could she possibly want from me?


" Yes."


" Okay ma'am"



" Victoria is going through some crises now"she said softly.


Victoria was just like her aunt, she was kind and gentle but she was a very quiet person. Too quiet. There was something about her, an aura, maybe i was imagining things but it was like she was afraid of the world. It was like she was guarding an open secret. I know how it feels when i get looks from ladies because my hair wasn't in place, because my dress was just a bit rumpled.

They don't know how hard i try to fit in, they don't know how hard i try to be like them but it doesn't last more than a week or two before i go back into my shell. Neither do they know how many relationship i lost just because they judged me before getting to know the real me. I perceived that fear and shame of not been accepted in Victoria too.


" Tomi! Are you sure you are alright? "

miss maggie was worried.

" Yes, yes I' m fine"

" Like i said, i want a favour from you. I know you are some few years older than Vicky but i will still beg this favor of you. I want you to befriend her"


" Befriend Miss Victoria ?" I asked in surprise. " Like become her friend?"

" Yes. She need a friend and someone she could relate with apart from me......... You know how you youngsters are. You know, someone to share boy talks with and all those funky things you young people do." She laughed. " Will you consider it?"

On the few occasions i met Victoria she was very polite but quiet. She rarely comes to the office or social events which her sister likes to grace. I knew nothing about her but for Miss Maggie' s sake i will give her a chance.


" Yes.......i will be her friend. I will give it a shot."


Her face lit up with joy." Oh thank you! i have told her so much about you already! will it be too much trouble if i ask you to see her tonight? "


" My boss......" i began.


" She's going to a dinner party with her father"


" Alright ma".


" Tidy up your table on time.......i will pick you up by 4 pm and take you back home by 6 pm. Is that Okay with you?"


Miss Maggie was true to her words. She came for me by 4 pm. It was the first time i would be going to their home. The house was so big, my parents' bungalow surely will fit into the grand living room.


" what do i offer you?"


" I am okay''


" Let me take you to her room"


She took me upstairs and knocked lightly on the door. I was surpised. My parents never knocks, they barge and complain about you making them walk into your room after they must have shouted your name twice and the next thing that follows it is a knock on your forehead.



" Come in" a soft feminine voice said.


We entered the beautiful room. Victoria was on the bed, bent like a foetus in the tummy and her hands were between her thighs.


" Sweetie, Tomi wanted to see you so i brought her here.......hope you don't mind."


" Its OK"


Miss Maggie laughed and gave me a wink.


" I will leave you two to discuss ' girl ' stuff. "


She walked out of the room and closed the door behind her. I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room.

" I know she cajoled you here"


" Its okay. I wanted to talk to someone too......may i sit down? "


She nodded her head and i sat on the bed.


" What happened to your face?"


She must have read the reluctance to reply in my eyes.

" I ' m sorry" she said.


" My ex_boyfriend hit me"


" That's terrible...... you shouldn't let him treat you so."


" He' s out of my life now"


She sat up. " What does it feel like?"


" What? "


" Having a boyfriend "


I couldn't help laughing. " Surely you must have had boyfriends! you are beautiful and you dress so well unlike me!"


" I have never had one." She sighed.


" Are you serious? "


" Yes."

" Is that the crisis Miss Maggie mentioned? " i blurted out foolishly and wished i could take the words back." Sorry, i shouldn't have said that."



" No......i was kidnapped. "


I gasped. " Thank God you are okay.......we didn't hear it in the office."


" My dad wanted it to be kept private......only few family friends knew."


I didn't know when i pulled her into my arms.


" That must have been a terrible experience for you.....did they hurt you?"


" No........i was blindfolded me and held hostage without food or water. They pushed me into the trunk of their car several hours later and they dropped me on the road and sped off......it was so weird. They didn't even demand for ransome"


" Thank God you are alright. It was the lord' s doing that they didn't hurt you."

" Maybe"


No wonder Miss Maggie wanted me to see her. I doubt if Linda has ever uttered a kind word to her own sister.

" So how does it feel having a boyfriend?" She asked again.



" It feels like jumping off a bridge with a blindfold on....... because you don't know what is below or if there's someone there to catch you."


She laughed. " If it is so, i don't want to have one."


I laughed. " It isn't always so.....sometimes it feels like taking a walk in the park with your best friend."


" Wow! i like that part! the only date i have been on was when i paid Dantata 20 k to be my date. Every other girl had a date except me so i paid for one. "


" Did he accept?"


" Yes"

I sighed.


" You are too beautiful to pay for dates " i glanced at the face of my broken wrist watch. " My time is far spent.... I ' m afraid i have to take my leave"


" Won't you stay for dinner? "


" Some other time." I promised.


" Thank you for coming Tomi.......will i see you tomorrow again?" She asked with hope.


" You will "


That was how my friendship with Vicky started.





Tbc


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room089:



Bibi you mean that a piece of furniture like sofa in Tomi's family house is more than 60 years old and it's still very functional that one can still sit on it?

She wrote that the furniture was hollow, the foams were spoilt and Tomi' s mother had to make makeshift cover for it. So it wasn't very functional

bibijay123:

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read the devil has money and you will be amazed at her talent.

*in drake voice* Started From The First Page, Now we Here bibi, nice story u got here. Btw can u help with d link to that "allen avenue" story.

* Continues*

Dantata

I don' t know why thoughts of my late father keep coming to mind. I remembered my sister coming into my room to tell me he was gone.....gone as in dead. I stayed in my room, my beloved father was gone. How could he be alive one minute and gone the next?


When I finally left my room and headed to the living room, I met a spectacle. My mother sat on the long settee, I was expecting to see her face flooded with tears but the opposite was the case. She was in a jubilant mood. A glass of wine was perched in her hand while a half full bottle of wine rested on the table. She was chatting excitedly with my sister who was still chewing her bubblegum and blowing into it.

I stood by the entrance a little confused looking from mother to daughter, then back to mother again. She must have felt my presence because she lifted up her head and looked at me.

"Dante my boy, you must have heard the news."

She called her version of my name fondly. Her eyes was a shade darker. She must have stayed awake all through the night. I could only manage a nod as I dragged myself to her side.

"I am sorry about your father."

Those words pricked a chord inside of me. My emotions was let lose as I started shaking. I was trying my best to control the tears that kept coming with each happy image of my father that flashed through my mind. I was trying my best to act like a man. The ladies in the house were not crying. What did I know? I was only fifteen years old.

"Dante, stop crying. Act like the man that you are."

My mother said to me dropping her glass of wine on the center table. My sister had gone to the stereo and switched it on. I looked at my mother in shock but she acted like she didn't notice. She patted me on my back and continued drinking. Their nonchalant actions took me back to my room and back to my bed. I only glanced at my desktop with pains imagining how a PlayStation would have fitted perfectly in its position.

I sobbed till I fell asleep without even thinking of breakfast. All I had in mind was how I was going to survive my overbearing sister. I must have slept for some hours before finally waking up to wailing voices. It was a cacophony of noise. I sniffed, catarrh ran from my nose dropping in blobs on the bed. Using the back of my palm, I wiped it off.

It took me a moment to get it registered as I stood looking at my room. When it came my legs gave way. I had become fatherless. I allowed the tears flow as I made my way to the living room. The spectacle that greeted me was surprisingly more sorrowful than what I had seen in the morning. There, seated on the ground with her legs spread both ways and her hair scattered in a hundred directions was Mrs. Chinenye Aliyu, my mother. Three of her friends were consoling her.

At the far corner was my sister who had been doing the wailing that had woken me up. She was rolling hard on the ground, banging at the furniture with her body. She was surprisingly shaking away people who tried to restrict her. Where the strength came from I don't know.

"Just let me die. Just let me follow him. I cannot live without my father. I want to join him. Oh father, how can you do this to us? How can you leave us so? Who will look after me? Who will tell me it is okay?"

She kept on screaming and crying.

"She must have loved her father so much. Poor girl."

Those who were consoling her kept saying. She lifted her head and looked in my direction, our eyes locked against each other. Maybe her lips curled in a smile, maybe it was in pain, I just couldn't tell at that moment.

"Dantata, baba is dead."

The way she said it sounded like I was just hearing the news for the first time.

"Who will take care of you and mummy?"

Attention moved from her and mother immediately to me.

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"How I wish your father will continue dying over and over again."

My mother said looking at the money in front of her. We just came back from the cemetery where we had gone to raise a stone in honour of Alhaji Aliyu my father. Even though no grave was dug, my mother and sister acted like they should be the ones whose names was being chiseled on the stone instead of my father. It took a lot of energy to keep them on leash. I believe if corpses could talk, many of them dead guys would have come out to complain of headache. The screaming was just much.

It was also there I discovered that there are professional mourners aka wailing wailers. This lot sang songs and told stories of my father like he was their brother. Stories I have never heard before. Stories of bravery and horse riding and heroic feats and daredevilry. My father's story sounded so much like the story of King Jaja of Opobo, what I had read about in my Intensive English textbook.

"Mama, ya za ki ce haka? Father has not been dead for too long and you are wishing him to die again?"

I asked my mother.

"Dantata, when you grow up, you will understand."

I nodded in agreement. I looked at the wads of cash that was in front of her, then at Suresh who was busy chewing gum and making clit-clat sound.

"With this money, we will send you to school after you attempt your senior certificate examination this year. I know my son is not dull and he will do me proud. Will you?"

Mother asked looking at me. I quickly nodded my head in agreement.

"Suresh will also get her school fees and other necessary allowances since she is in her final year. Immediately she comes back, she will get married to Otedola's son or someone with same amount of riches. This will make us rich forever. Or won't you Suraiyya?"

My sister blew air with her gum before replying.

"Don't you trust me mum?"

Typical Naija.

"So Dantata, wipe the tears from your face, read your book and make mamma proud."

She said looking at me. I only managed a nod. She must be going through a lot, I thought in my mind.

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Seven years later I was back home, armed with a degree in Computer Science. Suraiyya who had finished before me was still at home chewing her bubblegum and waiting for the son of Otedola to come sweep her off her feet.


To be continued....


Note: by Foxyflow




Good morning, Have a pleasant day!

Twizzy30:
*in drake voice* Started From The First Page, Now we Here bibi, nice story u got here. Btw can u help with d link to that "allen avenue" story.

I don't knw how to get d link......pls just click on my moniker and you will see it among my threads. Can someone help me post it here? Thank u

https://www.nairaland.com/3268277/allen-avenue-story-call-worker#48178340



Here's the link!

Well done Bibi, na gashe ki.