Book Title: Adventures of Fola
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Description: Adventures of Fola is a character driven romantic comedy about the love lives of Fola (the orphan) the young man in her life and all the people connected to them.

The characters tell their stories themselves in each chapter, taking the reader into their personal lives and crazy relationships.

It will make you laugh, cry and wish that you are in love all the way to the last page.

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Disclaimer: All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name(s).
They are not even distantly inspired by any individual, known or unknown to the author.
All incidents are pure fiction.

CHAPTER ONE

Cold, so Cold. I hate the cold. No! I despise
it.
Been living on the streets for 8 years now,
and all I’ve ever known is cold. I find it
difficult to get a good job, and because I
don’t have a good job or any job at all, I
literally don’t eat at all. Sometimes I don’t
eat for 3 days straight it’s that bad. And now
it’s evening, its dark, its cold, and I’m hungry.
My name is Fola, and I’m sure you’re
wondering how I ended up like this, well it’s a
very wonderful story (eye roll) just relax and
listen.
My mum was what people call a prostitute.
Her mum was also a prostitute, well she came
from a line of women that were prostitutes,
but I refused to become one. My dad? I have
no idea who he is, seeing as she slept with a
thousand men. She tried to convince me
about how good her prostitution job was,
that it’s really easy to do “her words” not
mine, but I said no.. I really don’t know why I
said no, but I thank God that I did.
On my 13th birthday she got me a gift. This
gift was in form of a man, an old man; he
was like in his 50’s… I was totally confused, I
had no idea why a 50 year old man would be
my birthday gift she said I am now a woman,
so I should start paying for the house bills, in
any way that I can. she said she has given me
my first job which is her gift to me, I didn’t
understand ,I mean I was just thirteen, how
was I a woman?. I couldn’t do it, I said no.
so she threw me out. I have been living on
the Streets ever since. Honestly my mum
didn’t like the fact that I came into this world,
she felt like I was bad luck, and of no use to
her. But I kept it together, because deep down
i knew that it will all be better. I would find a
good house for myself and leave my mum to
her precious job.
Which brings us to NOW? You see I’m cold,
I’m hungry, and I’m standing in front of the
owner of a restaurant here in Lagos begging
for food. And the owner is just giving me this
wicked ugly smile because I refused to sleep
with him can’t sleep with him, I won’t, and
because of this i won’t be eating today.. But
Lord knows I’m starving. i don’t know what
to do.
“Listen to me, emm…, what’s your name?”
said the ugly restaurant guy’’.
“Fola, sir” i replied.
“Ok. Fola ,good. Now listen. If you don’t do
what I ask you to do, you will not eat from
my restaurant. See I am trying to help you,
but you also have to help me too” said the
restaurant guy.
I held my cardigan tighter around my body to
keep the cold away.
“Sir I really can’t do it. Please just give me a
slice of bread I will really be grateful sir
please”. i said pleadingly
He looked at me with disgust.” mshww
rubbish smelling girl you want me to give you
something and you won’t give me anything in
return? lai lai… not going to happen. See if
you won’t give me what i want leave my
restaurant before I slap that dirty face of
yours….ugly thing. , get out from here! Now!”.
he picked up a huge stick to chase me away.
And so I had to run.
I was so scared that I didn’t pay attention to
where I was running to until I ran into him…..

I ran into a hard wall, with the way my head
was spinning it was a very hard wall. I looked
up and up and up and, what the…..oh my..oh
my.. Oh my god!( if anyone could see my face
right now, they would see absolute fear and
terror), I ran into a freaking monster, no no
no, not a monster, a beast! He is at least 6
foot 4. tall, huge, bulky arms and legs,I think
this guy is a wrestler or a killer or both. I
don’t know but what I do know is I have to
keep on running especially away from this
guy. I couldn’t see his face cos it was quite
dark ,oh did I mention I fell right on my
behind because of the freaking wall in front of
me? Yes I did.
Anyway, I tried to get up but I felt this
unbearable pain in my ankle..ouch!. I touched
my ankle and it didn’t feel right..sigh..what
do I do now? I have no home, no one to take
care of me, how will survive with this injury,
God why me?. By the way the wall is still
standing in front of me, staring down at me.
But immediately he heard me in pain, he bent
down to the ground and tried to help.
He started to stretch his hand to my leg and I
immediately flinched away from him, he
noticed it and stopped. Looked at my face,
saw the fear and immediately moved away
from me. Then he spoke, and what a voice,
deep, really deep and husky, ” Please don’t be
scared, let me help you’ ‘said the wall of a
man, I stared at him. he had a really nice
voice, hence the stare. No, Fola stop thinking
about his voice he could be a killer
remember? Run! you need to run!.
I tried getting up again and the pain came
back. shoot! This is bad, this is really bad.
The wall spoke again. ”Please don’t move
you’ll make it worse”.
Well since I couldn’t walk and sitting down
sounded like a great idea, I left my behind
right where it was, on the ground.
“I’m Michael”, he stretched his hand again,
this time to give me a hand shake. I looked
at it, then looked at him, well its just a
handshake whats the worse that could
happen? I placed my hand gently into his, it
was warm, strong and firm. I let him go then
shifted back a little. He stayed where he was,
looking at me, straight in the eye no joke he
looked right through me. I don’t know what I
was feeling anymore but I was no longer
scared. I felt this wall guy could help me,
protect me or something but I didn’t want to
just give my trust to some random guy cos
again he could be a killer. I kept my mouth
shut and looked back at him.
“I don’t know who you are”, he said. “But I
want to help you. Please let me help you”.
“You could be a killer”, I blurted out( oh my
god did I just say that?). he smiled, and it
was a nice smile.
“Yes your right I could be a killer, and it’s
good that your being smart right now. But
you can’t walk cos of the pain in your ankle,
you look hungry, cold, and tired. So please let
me help you”.
He stretched out his hand again, but he did it
slowly trying not to scare me than I already
was.ok I had no other option, this is the only
help I can get. I said a quick prayer in my
heart, telling God in heaven to protect me,
placed my hand in his and allowed him to
help me up. He didn’t help me up; he carried
me like I weighed nothing. A tiny squeak
came out of my mouth and I immediately
wrapped my arms around his shoulders to
keep myself from falling. He looked at me and
smiled, I glared at him, he laughed. I decided
to ignore him cos I really needed his help.
We started to leave the place and I kept
thinking…. What in the world have I done? I
don’t know this guy, I don’t know where he is
taking me to. Maybe I should tell him to put
me down and he could go his merry way to
wherever he was going to. I could just limp
my way to a shed and stay for the night, well
that doesn’t sound like a bad idea, only that I
will freeze to death or die of hunger. By the
way while I was thinking about this we were
still walking and he was looking at me.
“I wonder what you’re thinking about now
Fola? Do you want me to put you down? Or
do you have someone that can help you?”. he
said,
I thought of lying but the truth came right
out.
“No I don’t have anyone or any place to
stay”.
He nodded his head saying, “Then we shall
find you a place, some food, clean you up and
take care of your ankle”.
Oh my that will be awesome, I’ll sleep well
tonight, and I’ll be clean too. This is
amazing. Of course I didn’t say this out loud,
that will just make ‘the wall’ have more pity
on and I hate it( pity I mean). So instead I
smiled and said ”thank you”.
But then he said something that made my
heart sink right into my belly.
”You will be staying in my house tonight”.
I AM IN BIG TROUBLE……

Uhhhh .your house? I looked up at him trying
to make sure what I heard was exactly what
he said. I mean what I will be going to his
house to do. A man for that matter, I cant
defend myself, I’m just a girl, I can’t go to his
house.
‘’Yep.My house’’. said Michael
Ok then, I heard right, this is not good, this is
not good at all ‘’Cant you just drop me off at
a hospital, isn’t that better’’?
Sorry I can’t,I said I wanted to help and I will
help by taking care of you myself.
With every step we took the pain in my leg
got worse. He saw me squeeze my face and I
know he was worried because of the frown
that marred his face.
Ill get you home in no time “he said”. Then
his pace increased. I gave out one pathetic
sigh that didn’t faze him at all,there’s no
shaking this guy. wait, he said home like its
Our home. Why did he say it like that. Hm
weird.
……………………………………….
15 minutes later:
We arrived at his house and let me tell you
his house is massive.. its huge to the core.
Wow, this “wall” is rich, he’s really rich. I’m
getting help from a rich man. I began to smile
and each time I thought of how lucky I was,
my smile would increase. hehe his rich.
Michael looked at me, “you’re smiling, why?”
My mind was on how I would soak myself in
a hot bath tub and stay there for the rest of
my life without the water ever getting cold, I
didn’t hear him ask me the question.
He called my name “Fola?”
I didn’t hear him, I kept smiling
He called my name again “Fola?”
Still didn’t hear him, then…FOLA!
What the….. I glared at him. What? Which
was Said with a little snap in it even if I
didn’t mean to. But I mean he just scared the
little courage I had away from me.
Been calling your name, what, are suddenly
deaf?
Still glaring at him I asked” Is that why you
had to shout my name”? I’m sure your whole
neighbors heard you; they’ll be wondering
why the” wall” is shouting a girl’s name so
late at night.
Michael looked at me like I looked like bugs
bunny in looney tunes with the bunny ears
and nose and everything.
It’s not late it’s just 8pm, and “the wall?”.
Still glaring at him i said, “yes the wall”.
That’s your special name.
Little one, my name is Michael not the wall.
At this very moment I swear my hands were
itching to scratch his face off… he just called
me little one, sure I’m a bit small for a 21
year old girl but that doesn’t mean I’m little?
This is unacceptable.
Yo! Don’t call me little one..
His lips twitched at the side, then don’t call
me ‘the wall’.
I rolled my eyes then I rolled it back at him, I
call you the wall because you are as hard as
a wall. Remember I fell and injured myself
because I ran into you, hence the wall.
He flat out smiled, would you have preferred
running into a car? That would that have
been better right?
More glaring from me, but as usual it had no
effect on him he just kept smiling.
All this while that we were conversing, we
were standing in front of his house by the
gate and I suddenly remembered that I was
really cold, so I held him tighter and tried to
get as close as I could, he was really warm,
and I needed warmth.
He noticed it, me shaking because of the
cold, held me with one arm, no joke, one arm.
Used the other arm to knock on his gate and
still held me with that same one arm.
My oh my, this guy is strong, probably should
change his name to superman. Yes that will
be his new name ”superman”. And seeing as
he still thinks his name is the wall, I had
better let him know he has a new name now,
so I got right to it, telling him his new name
that is.
Your name is no longer the ”wall”. That came
out as a whisper and a bit shaken seeing as I
was shivering from the cold.
He looked at me and asked “what did you
say”?
I repeated what I said. “I said your name is
no longer ”wall”, its superman”.
“That’s the second name you’ve given me
today”. Said superman.
I gave him a wide smile with all my teeth
showing and everything,” I know”.
We heard footsteps coming from his gate,
knowing it was one of his people; we both
waited patiently for the gate to be opened,
during this moment of silence I decided to
busy myself by checking him out, what? I was
bored. Anyway I looked at him, well, more like
stared at him not really sure if he noticed me
but I think he did because his lips started
doing that twitching thing again, I ignored it
and kept right on looking, he had a chiseled
face, straight nose, a bit dark on the skin
with full eyebrows, while I on the other hand,
I’m petite ,short hair, scanty eyebrows but I’m
also dark on the skin just like him.
The gate started to rattle meaning someone
was about to open it, so I looked expectantly
at the gate, waiting for it to open and it did.
A younger version of superman was revealed
and he was cute too, same bushy eyebrows
straight nose but he was light on the skin,
like me. He looked about 18 years old.
Hmmm nice.
Superman took us in not caring about the
look of confusing on the younger version of
himself, he took us to the house and let me
tell you his compound is quite huge, with
cars everywhere, beautiful flowers and a big
tree at the side, I was awed. We got to the
door of his house and it immediately opened,
a slender grim looking old man with beards
all over his face opened the door. He had a
straight face, didn’t smile at all even when he
greeted superman, and he called him sir. I
looked at superman, turned my eyes back at
the grim looking old man, looked back at
superman then the old man, then back at
superman. Finally I asked,’’are you rich?’’.
Superman bent his neck to look at me and
answered, ‘’what do you think’’. I muttered to
myself, you’re rich. i’m a really stupid girl,
the house and everything already tells me
he’s rich. whu did i ask that question. shoot!
We entered the house and immediately my
mouth fell wide open. This is the coolest,
neatest house I ever seen. The corridor had a
chandelier hanging from the wall, artistic
images hanging on the side walls, marbled
floors and they were black and white
marbles.wow he is not only rich, he is super
rich. Which means he is dangerous, because
he didn’t just get rich like that, he must have
done something to become very rich, maybe
he is in the mob or an armed robber or a
blackmailer oh my god!, maybe he’s an
assassin, assassins are rich. Oh my god! I
need to get out of this house. i bent my body
a little bit to look behind him, at the door,
and I noticed the door had some kind of
security thing so if I was to escape the whole
house will know. And I don’t think I’ll be able
to run fast because of my bad leg, I’m toast…


TBC...

CHAPTER TWO


Hi peeps, my name is Fola. I am homeless,
poor, hungry, tired and I have a sprained
ankle, before I got this sprained ankle I was
running away from a mean man that wanted
to give me food except for the fact that I
would have to sleep with him before I could
get that food.(unnghhh) disgusting; I could
throw up right now but I don’t have any food
in my tommy so I can’t. Anyway.. , through
my escape I ran into a wall, sorry Michael, I
ran into Michael, a very rich, tall, handsome
dude, that acts weird, the impact of running
into him made me fall down, which led to me
having a sprained ankle. And get this; he
doesn’t get affected by my glares. I mean I
have super good glares that could make a
grown man cry, and it doesn’t affect him.
Right now I’m at his house a really fine house
for your information, and I am planning to
escape because I can bet with whatever food
that I finally eat today that Michael Is an
assassin. And I am in deep trouble because I
cant escape with my sprained ankle, but I
have to, because assassins are heartless, and
cold, and scary. And Michael is scary, but I
don’t know if he’s cold or heartless, and I
don’t want to know so I have to escape.
Right at this very moment I am still being
carried by Michael which feels good by the
way, half of my body bent backwards , looking
at his door at the corridor of his house
leading to the living room trying to figure out
a way to escape wishing I was out of his
house far away from him. I know you think
I’m stupid, like; why would someone want to
leave a house like that, leave someone that is
ready to care for her, feed her and do good
things for her. Well let me tell you, I love my
life, I don’t want to stay in a scary man’s
house, a killer’s house, so I would rather
leave and stay somewhere else.
I heard voices and realized that I had done it
again, the bad habit that I have, which is not
paying attention to my surroundings, Michael
and the grim looking man were both talking,
so I decided to keep my escape plan aside
and listen to them.
‘’Sir who is this young woman’’, said the grim
looking man.
Edgar, this is Fola, she will be staying with us
for a few days, she has a sprained ankle so I
would appreciate it if you told Nancy to
prepare a room and a bath for her. She will
also need food and clean clothes.
Of course sir, said Edgar still looking grim by
way. Maybe he doesn’t have the ability to
smile, maybe he has been cursed to never
smile in his entire life ever again. And he
looks so sad and dull, hmm or maybe he has
never been married and he has no children,
no family. Oh my, maybe he feels lonely.
Sir, what is she thinking about? Said Edgar,
giving me a strange look to accompany his
question.
I don’t know Edgar, she does that a lot. she’s
a thinker. Hmm Fola the thinker,I like that.
Said Michael, with his twitching lips.
Well that got me out of my thinking zone. Yo!
Micheal don’t call me that.i am not Fola the
thinker I am Fola’’, just Fola
‘’Whatever you say dear’’, said Michael
.giving me a full blown smile. Annoying
human being. I realized our introduction was
over, this was because we started to move,
the movement caused me some great pain in
my leg, I didn’t like it at all.
Michael looked at me and apologized,’’ sorry
fola’’, he said, you’ll be in a bed in a minute.
We walked into a room, a huge room with a
huge bed, two large windows, with long
drapes. The bed had two small tables at the
side each having a lamp stand on it. The
whole room had a green carpet and the walls
were painted off white. It was a really nice
room.
He placed me on the bed, arranged me
properly by placing a pillow underneath my
bad leg, and then sat beside my legs looking
at me. We both stared at each other silently,
neither saying anything, the room was quiet
and the mood was ackward. We both jumped
a little to the sound of the door been knocked
on.’’ whew’’ thank God for that.
A young tall lady walked in, she was really
pretty, she wore an apron, a knee length
gown, her hair was packed in a ponytail, and
she wore pin earrings. No makeup on. But
that didn’t matter because she looked pretty
without the makeup.
Michael turned around to look at her, she
looked at him and greeted, goodevening Mr.
Smith.
Hmm Mr. Smith so that’s his surname. The
way she looked at him made me a bit
curious; this is because she looked a bit
scared.
Good evening Ada, replied Michael, this is
Fola, she will be staying with us for a few
days, she has a sprained ankle so I’m asking
you to please take care of her. She will need
your help.
Of course sir, replied Ada.
Michael looked at me and said, Fola I’ll leave
you two alone now, so you can have a bath,
change, eat and rest I’ll come and check on
you tomorrow morning.
He didn’t wait for me to reply; he just got up,
thanked Ada again and left.
We were both looking at the door as it closed
behind Michael; I was still looking at the door
when Ada decided to speak. And this is what
she said.
What have you done?
Hmmm strange question. I looked at her and
answered, nothing Ada, I have done nothing.
She wasn’t convinced so she spoke again,
Fola, this man is not someone you can mess
with. If you love yourself just leave right now
so you won’t get hurt.
I really didn’t understand what she was
saying; I mean all that Michael has done so
far is to help me. He hasn’t done anything
hurtful towards me. So I asked her, Ada why
are you saying this, Michel has done nothing
but help me, I have been living on the streets
for like 8 years now, no home, no food, no
friends, do you expect me to run away from
the opportunity of having what I haven’t had
in years?
‘’8 years? How old are you Fola’’, asked Ada.
‘’I’m 21 years old’’, I replied.
‘’Wow. You look 18’’ said Ada.
Yea I know.
Well ok, since you don’t want to leave lets get
to helping you get clean and putting on better
clothes.
I gave her a genuine smile, thank you Ada, I’ll
love that.
She walked into the bath room which was a
few feet away from the bed, switched on the
lights , walked to the gigantic bath tub, filled
it with water, came back to me, helped me to
sit up, took off my clothes gave me a towel
and supported me by holding my waist, then
led me to the bathroom. I felt like I was going
into a room filled with so many chocolates
that’s how good and happy I felt going into
the bathroom to have a bath, it was the best
feeling ever.

Standing in the bathroom with Nancy
supporting me, I took my surroundings in.
The bathtub was in the middle of the
bathroom and it was huge, the counter which
had a huge mirror placed on the wall with the
washing sink was to the left, underneath it
was a cabinet where I think toiletries were
kept. The shower was right at the end of the
bathroom and it looked like four to six people
could fit in it. The toilet was beside the
shower and the whole bathroom was tiled
(white tiles). Nancy also looked around with
me, once I was done she asked, ‘’so do you
like’’?, I looked at her like she was insane, do
I like?, I mean who wouldn’t like it?. I could
practically sleep in here,
I shared my thoughts with her. Nancy this
bathroom is amazing, really amazing, I could
sleep in here.She smiled at me and said, I
know I thought exactly the same thing the
first time I walked in here.
How long have you been working here I
asked?
Well for about 2 years now. She led me to the
bathtub, I took off my towel and gave it to
her, got rid of my underwear while holding her
for support . She held my waist once again to
support me and helped me get into the tub,
the water felt amazing not too hot not too
cold. After she helped me get into the tub,
she went to the cabinet and got out a new
sponge and body wash, came back to me and
knelt beside the tub, dipped the sponge into
the water and then poured some body wash
on it, then she helped wash me up, I tried
collecting the sponge from her but she
refused.
It’s ok Fola, let me do this.
Well I had nothing to say to that.
We were quiet for a few minutes, and the
atmosphere was a bit boring so I decided to
get to know Ada a little. I asked my first
question and I’m not sure if that was the best
question to ask.
So Ada tell me more about yourself, where
are your family, are they here in Lagos?
Immediately I asked the question she stopped
what she was doing, I looked at her and saw
the look on her face, realizing what I had
done I quickly tried to change the look on her
face,.
Ada you don’t have to tell me anything if you
don’t want to. I just felt like we should have
a conversation while in here instead of just
being so quiet.
Ada gave me a wobbly smile, she looked like
she was about to cry.
Oh my God Ada I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have
asked you about your family, I had no idea
why she was about to cry but I had to do
something to stop her from crying. I tried
changing the subject but Ada got there before
me.
It’s ok Fola, you haven’t done anything
wrong, I feel so sad because I killed me
parents.
Wow, ok that’s a shock. She killed her
parents? We both kept quiet.
A few seconds later I asked, ‘’you killed your
parents’’?
She nodded her head in a yes gesture.
Ok. How did you kill your parents?
She dipped the sponge into the tub and
started to wash me up once more. Then she
said, ‘’well Fola the only way I can explain is
by telling you what happened’’.
I dint know what she was about to tell me,
but the look on her face said it was going to
be very bad. She was quiet for a few minutes,
I thought she wasn’t going to talk anymore,
but then she suddenly started to speak and
this is what she said.”I lost my family to a
fire”. Went out with my girlfriends to a bar,
an hour after spending time with them
laughing and talking about all the fun things
girls talk about, I got a call from the police
saying I had to head home immediately, I
tried asking if there was any problem but he
wouldn’t answer so I rushed out after telling
my girls I had an emergency at home.
Getting to the junction of my street I saw
police cars everywhere and the fire
department, everyone on my street and
neighboring streets were out looking towards
my house, I parked the car somewhere…. She
stopped talking at that point, it looked like
she was no longer in the bathroom with me
anymore, her eyes looked like she was in
another place.
Telling Fola the story of how I lost my family
was very hard, but I had to do it, for the last
2 years I have felt nothing but pain and guilt,
I feel like if I had stayed at home with them
maybe this fire wouldn’t have occurred and
my family will still be alive today, I felt like I
could tell Fola my story because she has
gone through some bad things in life looking
at her I know, I see pain and doubt, kneeling
beside tub I told Fola my story because I
knew she would understand, everyone keeps
telling me it wasn’t my fault but I know Fola
will tell me the truth, she would tell me I
shouldn’t have left my family that evening. I
should have stayed at home with them.
Yes. Telling Fola will be a good for me I’ll
know how stupid and careless I was that day,
and that it is my fault that my family are
dead. Just like it was yesterday I remembered
and I told my story.
I could feel my heart pounding like a base
drum from the fear and terror of what I was
seeing, all I could think about was my
parents, my two brother who were twins and
just 16 years old peter and paul, and my little
sister Amaka, cars and people were
everywhere, I pushed through the throng of
people to get to my house, as I did this I
heard murmurings, my neighbors saying how
sad it is to lose a whole family in one night,
saying why I didn’t come home on time,
saying I shouldn’t have left the house at all. I
got more scared I didn’t want to believe what
o had heard, my family were not dead, no!
They are alive; I have to believe that they are.
I got to the front and what I saw made my
knees weak, I felt my heart drop down into my
gut, I felt like my whole world had ended.
My house, my family house, was burned to
the ground, everything destroyed. Ok, its all
good we can always get a new house. I
started to look around for a police man to ask
where my family were, I needed to see them.
A police man approached me and asked. You
are Miss Ada right?
Yes sir, I’m Ada, please where are my family?
He police man looked at me and I could tell
what he was about to tell me would be bad
news. I just didn’t know how bad it was going
to be.
Miss Ada, I’m very sorry to say this, but no
one survived. Everyone in that house got
killed by the fire, I am so sorry.
No he didn’t just say that, no my family are
not dead, they are alive and well. I won’t
believe a word he is saying, no they are not
dead. I looked at him nodded my head and
said, ok sir thank you I have heard what
you’ve said but I think you didn’t understand
my question so ill repeat myself, (I cleared my
throat once) then asked, where are my family,
I need to see them now.?
The police man placed his hand on my
shoulder and said, Ada I just told you no one
in that house survived the fire, I am sorry to
say this but your family is no more, do you
have anyone that we can call? Grandparents,
aunties, uncles, Cousins?
I shook my head in a No gesture. The police
man held me by the hand and led me to
another police man, at this time I was in
shock, couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, felt no
emotion, I just felt empty.
I heard a police man tell one of the
paramedics that he thinks I’m in shock,
seeing as I was not screaming or crying. The
paramedic came to me looked me over and
asked, Ada do you have anyone that we
should call? I shook my head once more in a
No gesture. The police man sighed turned
around and left me. I told him I had no one to
call because I really didn’t have anyone. Both
families of my parents didn’t agree to the
joining of their children, so my parents ran
away, got married and started a new life of
their own. Because of this my mother and my
fathers family deserted them, disowned them.
I have never met my grandparents and I am
22 years old, the oldest child.
I was in shock, I couldn’t believe they were all
gone, just like that. I didn’t cry then, I didn’t
cry when my best friend chi chi came and
picked me up and took me to her house, she
wanted to make sure I wouldn’t do anything
drastic and she wanted to comfort me. But I
cried at the funeral, because it was then it
dawned on me that they were really dead and
I would never ever see them again, I cried so
hard that I felt my chest contract it felt
painful to breathe, it felt painful to live, I tried
jumping into their graves so I could die with
them. Friends held me back; they took me to
chi chi’s house and sedated me. I left my
town which is in Abia and came here to
Lagos to start a new life.
One day, I was walking down the road looking
for any job vacancy when mr smiths car
stopped beside me, he asked me for
directions and I told him I didn’t really know
the city well, he didn’t leave instead he asked
me a bunch of questions trying to figure out
who I was and what I was doing, I told him i
was looking for a job, any job at all, I was a
bit desperate because I had been in that city
for 2 weeks without enough money to take
care of myself, I needed money asap.
Mr. smith looked at me for a bit and said,
Ada I have a job for you. It’s quite easy. All
you have to do is clean my house and cook
for me. That’s all.
I looked at him , thought about it and decided
it was the best for now, so I told him yes that
I will work for him. And that’s how my life
has been, losing my family, then meeting Mr
smith.
I looked at Fola, and noticed she was crying, I
gave her a broken smile, she really shouldn’t
cry for me . She isn’t suppose to cry for me.
Fola stop crying please. She nodded her head
but replied, Ada that is a very sad story, I’m
sorry for your loss I really am, you spoke as if
your family loved you and you loved them
too, that’s why it’s so sad.
I bowed my head and said, yes we both loved
each other, and it was because of my
selfishness that they are all dead, its all my
fault that they are dead.
I was surprised she would say a thing like
that. No Ada, don’t say that. Why would you
say that? none of it was your fault, stop
blaming yourself please, you went out to have
fun with your friends, you had no idea that
your house was going to burn down that
night, so please stop. Don’t blame yourself,
please ok?
Ada nodded her head and smiled. Ok Fola if
you say so. Then she smiled and it was a
really good smile, but still had some sadness
in it.
She told me to relax more in the tub that she
wants to wash my hair. I moved forward a bit
and placed my head on head of the tub, she
got a bathing bowl fetched water from the
tub and told me to sit up a bit, I did, then she
told me to bend my neck a bit to the back, I
did that too. Then she poured water on my
head and helped to wash my hair. Once she
was done she asked if I was ok or if i wanted
to stay some more in the tub . I told her I
was ok, the water was getting cold anyway.
She helped me get out of the tub, gave me
my towel and helped me towel off. Then led
me to the room and to the bed. I sat down
while she went to a wardrobe at the left side
of the room close to a window, opened it and
got out a really nice pygamas. They were
brown and had white stripes on it. She gave
me the pj’s to wear, and then sat down
beside me.
Once I was done putting on the pj’s she
looked at me and asked, Are you ready to
eat? Of course I said yes. She smiled then
said, good I’ll bring something for you to eat
then give you some medicine to stop the pain
in your leg.
I gave her a grateful smile and said, thank
you Ada, thank you.
She got up from the bed, turned to walk out
of the room, when she got to the door I
called, ‘’Ada,’’
She turned around to look at me, she didn’t
say anything, she just waited for me to speak.
I looked at her and said with complete
honesty, ‘’ you are not to blame for what
happened to your family, none of it was your
fault.’’
She smiled again but this time the smile
reached her eyes ,she looked a little teary
then she nodded her head just once and said,
let me get you your food, I will be right back.
Authors note: wow, this chapter has a lot to
say; Ada the maid opened up to Fola a
homeless girl someone she is older than in
years, not caring about her age she told Fola
about the tragedy that be fell her. Ada
blames herself for what happened to her
family but Fola is trying to convince her that
none of it was her fault.
Do you think Fola will be able truly convince
her?. Yes?, no? let me know what you think.
Some of us are like Ada, we are filled with
guilt, shame, pain and hopelessness, but let
me tell you this, God in heaven cares for you.
He doesn’t care about your past he just
wants you. Give all your pain, all your burden
and let him take care of, trust me you wont
regret it.

Sitting on the side of the bed, I look around
the room. The room is very cozy and warm. A
few hours ago I was living on the streets,
begging for food, fighting the cold with the
little clothing I had to wear. And now? Now..
I’m sitting on a bed, wearing pygamas, being
kept warm. If this isn’t a miracle then I don’t
know what it is. But God has turned my life
around.
Still sitting on the bed, I think about Ada, she
really has gone through a lot, losing her
family, her whole entire family. It’s harder for
her because she knew what real love was. She
knew the love of a mother and father. She
knew what it meant to be cared for. And all of
these were taken away from her in just one
night.
I know I’m broken, because my mother broke
me, by throwing me out of her house at a
young age, and leaving me to care for myself
at that young age, mshww .i shake my head,
remembering all the advances I got from men
old enough to be my father. They didn’t care
if I was too young or not, they just needed
someone to sleep with, and seeing as I was
young they thought they could take
advantage of me, mshww but I showed them,
I made sure that their brain will forever forget
that there is a word like sex. I remember, one
very cold December night, I was coming out of
a church, I always go there every Wednesday
for bible studies, even though I didn’t own a
bible I still went, because luckily for me, God
gave me a brain that can store loads of stuff
without me having to read, all I had to do
was just listen and everything stays In my
brain, yea I know… Amaizing. Anyway on this
cold night, coming out from the church a very
nice expensive explorer stopped for me at the
junction. The back seat window came down
and an old man, probably in his 50’s wearing
a hat like Bukola Saraki, smilled at me with
the worst dentition ever known to man. And
the odor that came out of his mouth when he
spoke smelt like rotten egg and decayed fish,
it was really bad. I felt like throwing up, it
was awful, I remember it so well, it’s as clear
as a movie in 3D.
‘’Hi little girl’’, said the smelly mouth old
man, my God doesn’t he smell the stench
coming out of his mouth?.
Good evening sir. He looked at me from head
to toe, I bet his thinking this is a very easy
target,hehehe has no idea. I give him my best
innocent smile. And act stupid and naïve.
So where are you coming from fine girl, said
the smelly mouth old man.
I’m coming from the church sir. He kept on
looking at me, then he licked his lips.(unghhh
disgusting).
‘’Well I would like to give you a ride home’’.
He said
I tried acting like I was thinking about, and
then I said, ok sir, thank you so much.
I got into the car, and stayed as far away
from him as best as I could, seeing as he was
as large as a cow.
He told his driver to start driving, a few
minutes later he placed his hand on my
thighs, I looked at him, then I looked at his
hand on my thighs. He said to me, ‘’you
know you are a very fine girl, if you use your
beauty very well you will have lots of money’’.
I said nothing, I just faced forward, and
planned how I was going to make this man
regret what he’s doing.
He spoke again, ‘’fine girl let me take you to
my hotel, I’ll get food for you, you can have a
bath, I know you haven’t had a bath in awhile
because you look very dirty. Then after we are
done I’ll give you lots of money’’.
I asked, ‘’sir what exactly are we going to
do’’
Oh! Well….just some fun things, don’t worry
you’ll love them.
He gave my thighs a light tap, took out a
pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his
native wear( agada) or whatever it’s called.
Lit it up and took a drag of it, blowing out
smoke from his mouth I watched him, wishing
he could choke on his own smoke coming
from the cigarette.then I faced forward,
waiting patiently to deal with him.
20 minutes later, we arrived at his hotel, and
it was really fancy, I’m sure all the rich
people and celebrities in town come here all
the time. We walked into the reception and
immediately the receptionist looked at me,
she looked a bit confused when she saw me,
but she said nothing. She greeted the
smelling mouth old man, and all I did was
keep my mouth shut, they spoke for a few
minutes but then his phone started to ring, he
stepped away from us and moved towards the
couches at the waiting room.
The receptionist looked at me and said, hi
sweetie, do you know Alhaji?
I shook my head in a no gesture.
Ok, then what are you doing with him, aren’t
you supposed to be with your parents?
I don’t have parents.
That surprised her. Then a sad look showed
on her face, God.. I hate it when people start
to pity me, it’s very annoying.
Don’t worry ma, I can take care of myself.
She shook her head, and said, sweetie you
can’t protect yourself from men like that.
I gave her a wicked smile, one that made her
back up little, and said. Watch me.
Right then the smelly mouth old man came
back, asked for the key to one of the rooms,
she gave him a card instead, hmm….. Weird
,why would she give him a card, cards can’t
open doors na? we started to walk to the
elevators at the right side close of some pot
plants plants, which were very pretty by the
way.
We got to the room, he used the card to open
it the door, and my mouth fell open, wow a
card open a door. Amazing.
He went in before me (totally not a
gentleman), placed his phones yes phones, he
had like 3 on him, on the table that was by a
mirror placed on the wall. Then he turned to
me and said, I have ordered for food and
drinks, some clothes will arrive for you soon.
Why don’t you go into the bathroom and
have a bath, then we can have some fun.
I smiled at him and thanked him, then I made
my way to the bathroom, I’ll describe the
bathroom in just 5 letters, F.A.N.C.Y. the
bathroom was tilled but in a classy way, it
had a shower, toilet a bin at the back of the
door and two white towels hanging on a
tower bar. Seeing as I was not planning on
having fun with the old man, I decided to
take my time in the bathroom, and I took a
lot of time. The old man would knock on the
door every 20 minutes thinking something
horrible must have happened to me. And
every time I would say I am fine, that I would
be out soon. I waited till when he finally
knocked on the door again saying my clothes
are here, and the food and drinks had also
arrived. That was when I decided to leave the
bathroom; I could have slept there if I wanted
to because it was super clean.
Opening the bathroom door, I walked into the
room and looked at the old man, lying on the
bed with biggest pot belly ever known to
man. I looked at the pot belly for
approximately 15 seconds, then I looked at
him and said, sir maybe you should also have
your bath? Oh by the way I was tying a towel
because I had no clothes on. The old man
was looking at my legs, I looked at my legs
wondering what was so interesting about it,
and they were straight and skinny, so why
was he looking at it, hmm weird. Then I
looked at him. i repeated my question. Sir
maybe you should go and have your bath
too.
He looked at me like he was coming out of a
trance; it took him a few minutes before he
spoke.
O ok yea let me go and bath, why don’t you
eat then we can have fun once I’m done.
I smiled at him and nodded my head, letting
him think I’ll do as he’d said.
He up from the bed walked to the bathroom
but did this still looking at my legs, nawa,
this is man is something else, looking at my
legs like he hasn’t seen legs before. He got
the bathroom, gave me a creepy smile, and
then closed the bathroom door.
Immediately he closed the door I went to the
clothes on the bed that he got for me. It was
a blue jeans, a red top that had sexy written
on the front, flat black shoes and a cardigan,
I tried them on and they all fit, hmmm I
wonder how he got my size, he probably must
have told the person buying them that its for
his daughter, even if I don’t know if he has
one, it’s just a guess, cos I have no idea how
he got my size.
Anyway I was hungry I needed food, I would
think about the cloth size later. There was a
table close to the tv and it had a tray loaded
with various foods ,my tummy rumbled, I
rushed to the table and ate anything and
everything. There were chips, chicken, salad,
juice and plantain. Once I was done I sat on
one of the chairs( there were two) didn’t want
to sit on bed where the smelly mouth old
man was.
The bathroom door opened and the old man
came out, having only a towel on his waist, I
looked at the towel then looked at him.
He came towards me asking, why did put on
your clothes, we haven’t had fun yet?, I
quickly got up asking, sir what are you doing.
well fine girl, you have eaten and had your
bath, its time to have fun, come here let me
help you take your clothes off.
WAIT!!!. He stopped and looked at me, a bit
confused. Then he asked. What is it.
My God I had to think of something quick. I
looked at the bed looked at him, and then
suddenly a plan from heaven came upon. Oh
thank you loving Jesus.
I gave him my best good girl innocent smile
and said, get on the bed sir, let’s play.
Ooooohhhh,he was so excited, he looked like
a little boy being given loads of candy.
As he made his way to the bed, I made my
way to the bathroom, got his trousers and
removed the rope he used to hold the
trousers to his waist. Then I made my way
back to the room. Stood beside him, and then
got on top of him. Right now he was really
smiling.
I told him to stretch his hands above his
head. He did. Wow I thought he wasn’t going
to do it but he did. Then I tied his hands to
bed rail in front of the bed. Immediately I
secured his hands, I got up and ran to get his
phone.
Hey! Fine girl where are you going to? Hey!
Put my phone down.
Ignored him, tried opening it and thanked God
his phone had no password; I went to his
application and looked for camera. Then
stood in front of him. Wait, something is
missing, I went closer to him, at this point he
was struggling to get himself loosed, but I
really made the knots tight. He started to yell
at me, saying I will regret what I have done, I
didn’t listen to him, I just went closer to him
and drag the towel from around his waist
leaving him completely naked, and let me tell,
the sigh is not meant for any living soul not
one, everything about him was just wrong, I
mean was he deformed?
Immediately I removed his towel he started to
struggle and yell in earnest. I quickly ran
back to the front of the bed and took loads of
picture of him. Scrolled through his contacts
and saw his wife’s number, I knew it was his
wife because he named her my wife .I quickly
sent the pictures to her saying he is in his
hotel right at that moment, and that he does
this with lots of girls.
Then I went to the table where he kept his
wallet, took out his money and put the wallet
back down. I started to leave but thought
about it. I haven’t punished this man enough
i walked into the bathroom, looked around
until I found new razor blades. Walked back
to the room and stood in front of the bed.
Old man’s face was squeezed so tight like a
drank lemon, hahahah he was really pissed. I
smiled at him and said, Mr. old man you are
here by punished for trying to sleep with a
girl young enough to be your daughter. Then I
walked closer to him, mind you he is still
struggling. I stood by his side, then used the
blade to make tribal marks on his face, he
screamed like a girl, I felt uncomfortable while
doing it but I had to do it, he had to be
punished. He continued to scream even after I
ran out of the room.
I ran down to the reception area, the
receptionist tried to stop me, but one look at
my face made her change her mind. She said
one word RUN.
And run I did. I ran as fast as I could, never
looking back.
The door to my room opened and Ada walked
in carrying a tray of food, oh! Thank God
food, she saw the look on my face and
laughed.
She set the tray beside me on the table that
was beside the bed, it had semovita and
egusi soup, with goat meat, a bottle of water
and some panadol.
Ok Fola, this is your food, eat please and eat
all of it, then take two tablets of the panadol,
it will help stop the pain in your leg at least
for tonight.
I smiled at her, feeling extremely happy. But I
didn’t want her to leave just yet, so I said,
Ada will you stay with me please, infarct let
me tell you a story. She looked thoughtful,
but a few seconds later, she agreed to stay,
and there in the room that Michael placed me
in to eat and rest, I told Ada about Mr. smelly
old man. And at the end of my story she
stared at me.
You did that?, she asked
Yep.
“Wow, you’ve got guts” she said, then she
started to laugh again asking, “he was
naked?”
I laughed along with her and replied, “yes”
It wasn’t funny then, but remembering it now
and saying it to her, it kind’s is.

...to be continued

Nice story. I thought the name of the maid is Ada,becos u later used Nancy at a point @sophia333.

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moseph:
Nice story. I thought the name of the maid is Ada,becos u later used Nancy at a point @sophia333.

Sophia333:
The maids ain't one

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