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Re: Allen Avenue ( Story Of A Call Worker) by bibijay123(f): 10:01am On Aug 16, 2016 |
Good morning FAM, Thank you all for the birthday wishes and love! may you all have a reason to celebrate and be celebrated. Bibi loves you all! P.S no light and my bat3 is just 7 percent now, more updates as soon as i charge my phone. Thank you all! 14 Likes 4 Shares |
Re: Allen Avenue ( Story Of A Call Worker) by yousooph(m): 11:56am On Aug 16, 2016 |
bibijay123:#kizzez |
Re: Allen Avenue ( Story Of A Call Worker) by CuteChiluv: 12:13pm On Aug 16, 2016 |
A happy birthday wishes to yuou bibi, nice writeup well done |
Re: Allen Avenue ( Story Of A Call Worker) by missuniverse(f): 1:29pm On Aug 16, 2016 |
bibijay123:every birthday is a milestone, hope u had fun... wish u joyful returns HaPpy Belated BirThday 1 Like 1 Share |
Re: Allen Avenue ( Story Of A Call Worker) by anyamterzagwa(m): 1:30pm On Aug 16, 2016 |
Was so busy yesterday with my mum's birthday that I didn't notice twas urs.hapi bday in aerials. 1 Like 1 Share |
Re: Allen Avenue ( Story Of A Call Worker) by edimahgurl(f): 3:27pm On Aug 16, 2016 |
Wow!am speechless..keep on with d good wroks..altho am late buh I'll stil wish u a happy birthday frm d deepest part of my heart..#Age with Grace. 1 Like 2 Shares |
Re: Allen Avenue ( Story Of A Call Worker) by Maduchiamaka380(f): 8:33pm On Aug 16, 2016 |
Happy birthday, u ar so good in writing,I am jealous of your talent. Keep rocking .... 2 Likes |
Re: Allen Avenue ( Story Of A Call Worker) by dominique(f): 8:43pm On Aug 16, 2016 |
*exits ghost mode* Happy belated birthday bibijay123, you're such a fantastic writer. I've not been chanced to read stories on this section like before but your story brought me back. Wishing you more prosperous years, May God bless you with more wisdom, good health and abundant wealth for many many decades to come. And please give Ify her happy ending. We know it doesn't always happen like that in real life. *back to ghost mode* 7 Likes 2 Shares |
Re: Allen Avenue ( Story Of A Call Worker) by bibijay123(f): 9:54pm On Aug 16, 2016 |
* Continues* Ifeoma Ebere had been gone for only days but it felt like years. I missed her, I missed her voice, her gentle and assuring touch. I did my best to discourage her from going but she was adamant. She had walked into my hospital room looking so tired i felt my heart squeeze in pain. The AIDS wasn't only killing me, it was trying to destroy those who loved me as well. Chiboy hadn't called me in weeks and somehow within me i knew it was going to happen. But i never expected it to be so soon. " Kofi called me from Togo " Ebere said, leaning to kiss my cheek. '' Am glad he made it. How are you?" " Am alright. He said there's a cure in Togo " Another bull story." Okay. Is he cured now?" She smiled reading between the sarcasm. " Am going to Togo next tomorrow. Would you mind staying with your parents until i get back?" " My parents are divorced and there's no cure" " You could stay with your dad. If Kofi said there's a cure then there is" She had said stubbornly." Don't give up yet". " Ify your friend is here!" Mom stuck her head inside my room, jolting me from my riverie. I had my old bedroom back, everything was in place just as i had left it that fateful day when i went to school and came back to meet my belongings outside. " Ebere?" i said excitedly. She walked into the room." Juliet" I frowned. " How does she know that i' m here?" " Ify, i know she has wronged you in the past but please let by gones be by gones." " So easy for you to say" i muttered under my breath. " I don't want to see her" " She has also been through a lot. She lost her husband and his family sent her away because she had no male child for him." She searched my face, searching for pity but found none. " Her brother is also in the hospital " That caught my attention. " What happened to her brother?" " He came back from work one day acting strangely, he got into his car and drove off hastily again but sadly he ran into a trailer." Good news." So he's dead?" Mom sighed dramatically " It would have been better if he had died! he broke his spine and lost both of his legs. Juliet is really going through a lot now" " Let her come in" Mom went out and a tired looking woman came into the room. I blinked over and over, this wasn't the Juliet i knew. She smiled uneasily and sat beside me on the bed. " Hi" " Hi" Silence. " Have you started Chemo yet?" she asked out of the blues. " What?!" " You know, Chemotherapy. Your mom said you have cancer " " Really?" I felt the anger burning in my chest " Mom!" She came into the room smiling but stopped short when she saw the anger blazing in my eyes. " Did you tell Juliet i had cancer?" She looked embarrassed, she met my gaze pleading with her eyes. " Yes" she said softly. She walked out of the room. " What was that about?" " Nothing " She nodded her head. " Ify am sorry about all i did in the past, we were young and i was so foolish. " " So did you get lucky with Chiboy when i left?" She was momentarily stunned. " Actually we went steady for a while but you were all he talked about.....he loved you." " Had sex with him?" Her cheeks burned. I swallowed hard in pain. Chiboy told me nothing happened between them. " You f*ucked him Jules?" She stood up. " Yea and am not sorry i did. Look am sorry but i can't go back and undo the hand of time. If you can find a place in your heart to forgive your mother, then i think i can also be forgiven" " Your brother raped me! I called out for help..... i screamed out your name but you didn't come to my rescue. You were my best friend! you were like a sister to me! how could you do that to someone you call a friend! " I was jealous of you!" She blurted out, " You were the most brilliant girl in Clive high! All the teachers sang praises of you! you charmed my brother and he started showering you with love and affection! My mother took to you immediately you moved in with us! i felt neglected! and to crown it all you went and charmed the only boy i ever loved!" " You were never my friend Juliet." " Am sorry" she said and walked out of my room. I picked up my purse and went in search of the woman who had given birth to me. She was in her room watching a movie on her laptop. " Has your friend left?" " Why did you tell her i had cancer? " " Ify i was only trying to spare you" " Spare me what! " " Our society is not kind to those with......with... " she struggled to say the words. " Say the words Mom, you won't become infected if you say it. Its not transmitted through words of the mouth" She looked at an invisible thing on the bed. She was ashamed of me, she was ashamed of what i had become. She would never accept me or love me as a mother would her child. The truth didn't hurt as much as her pretentious and false care had. I felt rejuvenated. The HIV and something incomprehensible hung heavily in the air between us. I felt pity for her. She has forgotten about old age and how you would have to rely on others for care. There would be no one to care for her. I walked out of the room and went outside. I felt the cool evening breeze on my face. I was free. I had stopped seeking for love and acceptance where there was none. It was like a miner discovering after years of digging for gold in a certain mine that there was none to be found but rather than feeling despair he had found happiness because he could finally stop digging. The cab i took stopped in front of Chiboy' s gate. I let myself in, Chiboy had lied to me, he said nothing had happened between him and Juliet. " Ifeoma, when will you stop digging this mine? " i said aloud to myself. " When will you accept that there's no gold to be found with Chiboy? " I walked into his living room and the smell of delicious cooking welcomed me, i followed the smell and stopped in front of the kitchen. Chiboy and a lady where all lovey dovey, he had her in his arms while whatever it was they were making for dinner cooked on the gas cooker. " Hi" he said walking towards me. I stopped digging that very moment. The deed to this mine was no longer mine. I slipped off the ring on my finger, i kept it on his center table while he looked at me uncomfortably. " Ify, please keep the ring" I turned around and left before the tears could betray me. I looked at my bare finger where the ring had sat for months. " Hey, i need a shoulder to cry on" i said into the mouth piece of my phone as soon as the receiver picked up at the other end. " Am here" was all he said. Tbc 14 Likes 4 Shares |
Re: Allen Avenue ( Story Of A Call Worker) by bibijay123(f): 9:57pm On Aug 16, 2016 |
dominique: Amen! Amen! Amen! thank you so much and as for Ify . don't worry abt her |
Re: Allen Avenue ( Story Of A Call Worker) by bibijay123(f): 9:58pm On Aug 16, 2016 |
Maduchiamaka380: thank u |
Re: Allen Avenue ( Story Of A Call Worker) by bibijay123(f): 10:01pm On Aug 16, 2016 |
missuniverse: Thank u sweetie Yea i ad lot of fun! |
Re: Allen Avenue ( Story Of A Call Worker) by igbalodehunter(m): 10:31pm On Aug 16, 2016 |
Fantastic bday 2 u bibi. 1 Like |
Re: Allen Avenue ( Story Of A Call Worker) by shigo20(m): 10:31pm On Aug 16, 2016 |
Had to quit been a ghost reader and commend your good work. It really change my way of reasoning towards call girls. Thumbs up. 1 Like |
Re: Allen Avenue ( Story Of A Call Worker) by pagorino(m): 10:58pm On Aug 16, 2016 |
eya!!! i feel 4 ify, could imagine d pain, depression n inner lonliness. hoping 2 c a miracle hpn 2 her. #still following tho. @ bibi more ink 2 ya pen,ur 5 much jor. #kudos 1 Like 1 Share |
Re: Allen Avenue ( Story Of A Call Worker) by Eniqurl(f): 11:07pm On Aug 16, 2016 |
So sad 1 Like |
Re: Allen Avenue ( Story Of A Call Worker) by blessedvisky(m): 11:46pm On Aug 16, 2016 |
Hmm. Nice update bibijay123. I wonder who he is. 1 Like 1 Share |
Re: Allen Avenue ( Story Of A Call Worker) by sulakishop(m): 4:25am On Aug 17, 2016 |
Dear Bibijay123, I don't know if I'm in love with you or the story. Every day and night, you creep into my thought making me anxious, anticipating and apprehensive to know what will happen next since you started this story. What else could I say? 1 Like 1 Share |
Re: Allen Avenue ( Story Of A Call Worker) by missuniverse(f): 7:32am On Aug 17, 2016 |
Jules is not sorry afterall 1 Like |
Re: Allen Avenue ( Story Of A Call Worker) by Nmaglit: 7:55am On Aug 17, 2016 |
Hmmm short of comment Well done Bibi 1 Like |
Re: Allen Avenue ( Story Of A Call Worker) by olatex25(m): 8:28am On Aug 17, 2016 |
Weldone bibi, more greese 2 ur elbow...
But bibi were is my own piece of cake naw. Dnt tel me its finish oo 1 Like |
Re: Allen Avenue ( Story Of A Call Worker) by olatex25(m): 8:28am On Aug 17, 2016 |
Weldone bibi, more greese 2 ur elbow...
But bibi were is my own piece of cake naw. Dnt tel me its finish oo 1 Like |
Re: Allen Avenue ( Story Of A Call Worker) by ogorwyne(f): 9:01am On Aug 17, 2016 |
sulakishop:OP!!! Something is brewing down here. 3 Likes 2 Shares |
Re: Allen Avenue ( Story Of A Call Worker) by bibijay123(f): 10:34am On Aug 17, 2016 |
Chapter 10 Ebere " What do you mean Kofi?" " Ebere calm down" Sweat broke out on my brows. Kofi had taken me to the weird looking man at Lome. He was a little midget but size meant nothing to me, i only hoped he would leave up to expectation. He ushered us into his living room and we took a seat. Kofi conversed with him in Ewe and translated to me. " He said her condition is worse" " How does he know that? she was fine when i left her. He does have the cure right? " i said irritated. " Yes" Kofi spoke with him, they went on for a long time while i sat worried. The old shaman went inside and brought out two vials. One had a green powder and the other had an oil. " She should dissolve some of the powder in soy milk, she should avoid the use of cow milk. And the oil should be dropped into boiled tea." Kofi translated. " I collected the vials with utmost care. " Thank you. How much ?" " Two hundred thousand naira but I beat it down to 150 and i will cover the fifty. I know it's a lot of money but he's the only one i know" " Its okay. I still haven't changed the money into Cefas, will he accept naira? " " Let's go change it into Cefas, that's the only currency he will accept." I gave the vials back to the shaman, we returned hours later after searching for a good place to change the nairas and we paid him. I was packing my bag when Kofi deemed it fit to give me the news. " If you are caught at the border with the drugs you will be sent back here to Togo, besides every Nigerian in that bus is already a suspect" " So what do i do now" i wailed. ." Am sorry, i should have told you but i didn't want to discourage you before you had even made up your mind" " How would they know it was cure for AIDS?" " You being a Nigerian already makes you a suspect. They will search everything and anything belonging to you. But i have a plan so be calm" He told me of his plans while i mentally devised some of mine. " What if it doesn't work?! What will happen to me if am caught?" He scratched his head. " You will be stuck here forever". I dropped on the bed in frustration. TBC 9 Likes 2 Shares |
Re: Allen Avenue ( Story Of A Call Worker) by bibijay123(f): 10:35am On Aug 17, 2016 |
olatex25: Your cake is with me o |
Re: Allen Avenue ( Story Of A Call Worker) by bibijay123(f): 10:36am On Aug 17, 2016 |
sulakishop: Lool.....it' s definitely the story |
Re: Allen Avenue ( Story Of A Call Worker) by sulakishop(m): 10:57am On Aug 17, 2016 |
FYN GEH, OMO BENDEL, NOTHING DEY BREW O, I JUST TALK MY MIND NI ogorwyne: |
Re: Allen Avenue ( Story Of A Call Worker) by bibijay123(f): 12:03pm On Aug 17, 2016 |
* Continues* Ifeoma " You should let the tears out, you know probably break a plate or two but please not my crystal fruit bowl" He said handing me a glass of wine I laughed despite myself. " Your crystal bowl is safe " " How about letting the tears loose? My shoulder is strong enough to weather the flood" A laugh escaped my lips involuntarily again. " Yea i think i should but he doesn't deserve my tears". " That's right. You will be fine " he sat on the sofa. " I made you dinner" I smiled and sipped my wine. " So what did you burn?" " Burn?" He laughed. " I will have you know i can cook and i learned from the best" sadness slowly crept into his eyes and i held his warm hand. " Ada?" " Yea. She was my surrogate and i will always miss her." " I could be your surrogate" i whispered then realized the foolishness of what i had just said. He would out live me too. " I don't want you to be my surrogate, i want you to be my wife" I started laughing at his joke but stopped when i saw the seriousness flickering in his eyes. " Oh Emeka......." " Yea i know it's not likely. " He looked so young and vulnerable and i could feel the innocence and love oozing from every pores of his body. I felt myself leaning in, maybe it was the wine. It was definitely the wine i decided. His warm soft mouth claimed mine in a mind searing kiss, this was wrong, so wrong but why did it feel so right? I recovered first. " It's the wine" A smiled played on his lips. " Yea definitely the wine". " Do you mind if i retired for the night? " " How about dinner? " '' Sorry, don't think i can keep it down " He stood up and led me to the guest room. Why wasn't i pining over Chiboy? i cussed at myself.......he was so young! i had no right leading him on like i did but it had felt so right. So natural. That night i saw him in my dream ( Emeka), the dream was filled with love and laughter. I woke up with my ribs aching and reality dawned on me chasing back the false promises of the dream. It was an illusion. " Hey you awake?" Emeka knocked on my door. I pulled up my duvet over my chest." Yea. You may come in" He came in with a tray laden with Juice, tea, pancakes, and bacon. He placed the tray beside me on the bed beaming at me. My heart fluttered as butterflies settled in the pit of my stomach. " How was your night?" " Good morning, it was great. My! what a feast you have here!" He laughed. " Morning, Ebere will have my head if i don't feed you well". " Hmmmn, how was your night?" " It was restless " I met his gaze. " Am sorry about yesterday....... I shouldn't have....... " " Shouldn't have kissed me? I enjoyed the kiss?" He grinned at me. I shook my head." No Emeka it was wrong of me, i just came out of a relationship and i am not ready to plunge into another disastrous one. Besides it felt like incest." His eyes widened in pain. " You are not my blood. Give me another excuse please" " You are too young and ......" He laughed. " Seriously?" " You are what? 16?" He groaned dramatically. " Am 20 and that's not young!. Enjoy your breakfast. " He walked out of the room. " This is all so wrong! " i whispered to myself. " so wrong " but my heart felt different. My heart screamed something else and i placed my hands on my ears trying to drown out what i had felt since the first day i set my eyes on him. TBC Please give a review on the updates. 8 Likes 2 Shares |
Re: Allen Avenue ( Story Of A Call Worker) by Nmaglit: 12:19pm On Aug 17, 2016 |
Am still Following 1 Like |
Re: Allen Avenue ( Story Of A Call Worker) by Eniqurl(f): 12:26pm On Aug 17, 2016 |
Following.. |
Re: Allen Avenue ( Story Of A Call Worker) by shigo20(m): 12:36pm On Aug 17, 2016 |
Am still yawning for more |
Re: Allen Avenue ( Story Of A Call Worker) by kerr9(f): 12:40pm On Aug 17, 2016 |
nice work |
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