bibijay123:


May it be as you have told me and may it be so unto you too.

kerr9:
hi sis sorry ma comment ain't b coming for days ma fone gat fault
what a ending
wait ooo were u thinking of killing ify in the first place that for bring fight ni
God bless u with more wisdow and inspiration

bibijay123:



Lol thank you.....yea you can bring me some white roses

bibijay123:


Lol i don't know o bt it could have been Ebere nau n not necessarily Ify bt this ending is cool too. How are u sis?

Gosj01:


Hope you like this!

lumzybo:
Just like always, u av WAOHED me.

Ur descriptive skills is top notch. Ur use of medical terms 4 diseases is recognised. Then I begin to wonder if bibi is a medical student or u are going the extra mile to research on those stuff just to please ur esteem reader.

Anyways, ur effort is noted and well appreciated.

Sorry I came in a lil late

Veke:
With all my heart I say thank you in a million. May God bless and reward you abundantly ijmn. I Love you with the love of God!

jagugu88li:
Wonderful story, keep up the good work. More grease and God bless you

Will be on the look out for your next one.

toboski1:

you be ambulance ni?

unmask:
Bibi please be informed I am training extremely hard now

I have just realised I have to fight off people professing fake love, before fighting for your heart.......

Errrrm....that didn't sound right....I will fight for your heart first.

Anyways I have been at the gym since I read the epilogue. Training really hard. Our love na by force love now o

This story has been my one bright spot this year...........

After reading I was like were have you been all my life?

I love you......yea I said it

Kaycee625:
Well done bibi, especially for completing your story and on time, thumbs up.
Whew! HIV is real, na to stick to condom sure pass, but raw dey sweet eeh!
Choi I sticked to condom through out my uni days until a friend told me raw is d real deal, tried it, and believed, now condomised sex doesn't gimme maximum pleasure anymore,
But the fear of STD is the beginning of wisdom.
Few mins of pleasure isnt worth a lifetime of drugs and hospitals.
A :Abstinence
B: be faithful
C: condomize
The choice is ours

skarlett:
Beautiful story Bibi, I love that you complete your stories too. Well done

aumeehn:
Bibijay my NL crush....

bibijay123:
Epilogue


The ending of a matter is better than the beginning of it.



Ifeoma & Ebere

The past few months were trying for us, Ify was put on bed rest. She became totally dependent , she had a house nurse caring for her, her dad was there for her, she also had my support and ofcourse her husband' s love. Liz and Ify hit it off immediately, she was all my daughter talked about. She was her heroin. She wanted to be as brave as she was, why? Ify doesn't moan about the thousands of drugs she had to take and Ify was so beautiful and she was smart too. No wonder she was Liz' s heroine.

Our only fear was she shouldn't have eclampsia (seizures) which was common in the case of preeclampsia. She was confined to bed, she had to be carried to the bathroom, she and her husband had to move into their guest room downstairs because it wasn't easy carrying her up and down the stairs. Ayo introduced us to an Indian AIDS specialist, although his fees were high it was worth it.

Ify' s mother dropped by occasionally but she wasn't exactly too warm but who cares anyway? Its her loss. She had given us the news of Jeff' s death, he didn't make it back home from the hospital. Some days we were so frightened something would go wrong but Ify pulled through till the seventh month, since preeclampsia (hypertension before or during pregnancy) has no proven cure, the baby was delivered on the seventh month through a C_section and he was put in an incubator.


Ayo and i were officially engaged when the baby was born. We had both decided not to tell Liz i was her mother until she was old enough to understand why i had given her away in the first place. Since Mildred wasn't around to influence both Constance and Liz negatively they were both easy to manage and ofcourse no child of mine would be sporting a red or blue hair.

Ify ' s house was lit up, our loved ones and friends were in attendance. Jamie was coming home today. He was such a beautiful boy and he was healthy, he was crying for his bottle every now and then. Doctor Debola and i were his legal guardian and god parents. He was named James after his paternal grandfather and his middle name was Osinachi for his maternal grandfather. What a lucky boy!

Constance and Liz were running about chasing one of the balloons that had loosened from the bunch used in decorating the living room. Those two are so full of energy. Ify' s mom had done a good job of decorating the living room. My eyes dropped to the diamond stone on my left finger. My tall, dark and handsome had dropped us off earlier that morning at Ify' s house before heading to his office. The door opened and in came our much awaited prince. A round of applause resounded in the room as the doting parents, godfather and grandfather came in. Ify was all smiles. She caught my eyes and mouted." We shamed the devil".

I couldn't help laughing. I gently collected Jamie from her, my God, you won't believe he was a premie ( premature baby).

" Wow he's so cute ". I always thought he was whenever i saw him.

Emeka grinned at me." He should be, his dad is cute"

" And his mom too" Ify quipped which drew laughter from those in attendance.

The pastor which doctor invited took Jamie from me. Ify drew me aside.

" Ebere i want to thank you for being my friend and never giving up on me."

I drew her into my arms." You know mama loves you, what are we sisters for?"

" Thank you Mama. Emeka and i want you to have this." She pulled out an envelope from her purse.

I eyed the envelope suspiciously. " What's this for?"

" Open it first nau"

I opened it and gasped. A to and fro ticket to Bahamas for two.

" Your wedding gift. We will gladly look after the girls until you get back from your honey moon"

'' Oh Ify! you shouldn't have!"

" It's the least we could do to appreciate you."

The pastor asked for the baby' s mother to come and we went back into the living room. My eyes caught the photo of a woman on the front page of Vangauard newspaper which was placed on the sofa. I picked it up, my heart jumping with joy. I still couldn't believe it even though i was in the court room when she was sentenced to fifteen years of hard labour for human trafficking and other crimes she had perpetrated. It wasn't an easy time for me, i was put on the stand to recount my horrible ordeals and some of the young girls she had tried smuggling out of the country were also called to the witness box.

The door opened and my sunshine came in. His eyes glowed when it settled on mine, he flashed me a smile and i found myself enveloped into his arms.

" Am i too late love?"

" No baby.You are just in time."

The pastor was praying for little Jamie. We all bowed our heads. Ayo ' s fingers slowly seeked mine. I could see the love and happiness on Ify and Emeka' s face. Whenever i drive through Allen Avenue i will always remember the lonely and cold nights. A smile sometimes could brighten a person' s day and a kind word now and then would mean a lot. If you ever find yourself at Allen Avenue at night please don't judge the girls in your heart or accuse them with your eyes.They all have a story to tell.







The END God bless you bibijay,,,you rily killed dis 1,,,truly evrybody has a story to tell,,,will be waiting to see this piece in print,,,once again thumbs up for our next chimamanda,,,only dis time she is called bibijay,,

bibijay123:



Thank u sis. Am contemplating taking d ending down

skarlett:


You're welcome dear

Why

osinachi82:
great story Bibi. you are a prophet with a pen.

Jumizie13:
Question for the gods