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Chapter 56

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A week later
April 2nd

6:30 am

Kilahi settled into bed, her eyes fixed on Gbadamosi's face on the video call. She recounted a dream she had, her voice filled with emotion. "I dreamt I was giving sanitary pads to girls. At first, I was confused, but then I remembered the girls we met during evangelism who couldn't afford pads. They use tissues or pieces of clothing instead."

Gbadamosi's expression turned somber. "Pieces of clothing? I thought that was only for emergencies."

Kilahi's voice cracked. "No, not everyone is fortunate. Some girls have no choice but to use tissues or pieces of clothing, and they end up with stains and discomfort."

Gbadamosi's eyes widened in understanding. "Especially for those with heavy flows."

Kilahi's tears welled up, and she blinked them back. "I wish I could be a fairy godmother and appear at their doorstep with help. I was in tears after I woke up, thinking about all the girls who've never used pads before."

Gbadamosi offered a gentle smile. "Awn."

Kilahi's sob caught in her throat. "It's not just an 'awn' matter. I'm so emotional about this. God has given me a blueprint, but I don't know what to do with it."

Gbadamosi's voice was encouraging. "You can start a 'Pad a Girl Child' support program or campaign."

Kilahi's shoulders shrugged, uncertainty etched on her face. "I don't know how it will work or how to get sponsors."

Gbadamosi's words were filled with conviction. "That's not the mindset I want you to have this new month. Even if you only help a hundred girls, God will be glorified. Share your vision, and sponsors will come forward."

Kilahi's tears flowed freely now, but a glimmer of hope flickered in her eyes. "There'll be sponsors, all you need to do is ask or share flyers into their DM." He added and she chuckled, "You know I don't know how to ask. All I might need to do is request for pad donations from women."

"No one is going to read your mind if you don't ask. What will you like me to help you with?" "I wouldn't mind if you have pads stashed somewhere."

Gbadamosi laughed, "Really?" "Sorry, I was tempted to chip that in." "I'll be supporting you in anyway I can. You're going to need a flyer and flex. I'll talk to Lanre about that." "Thanks. I'll be coming over to your church tomorrow."

"That'll be nice, I thought we had marriage counseling tomorrow after service."

Kilahi laughed, "April fool." She blurted out and he shut his eyes in regret, "Damn it! I should have known." "I win again. You're bad at this April fool thing. I've been fooling you since yesterday." "People like us don't know how to fool people, we give them wisdom instead." He answered and Kilahi gasped, "It's only fools that knows how to fool people. You can't give what you don't have."

She sucked her lips in shock. "Ouch." "Don't take it personal." "I've taken it personal. My chest is paining me, you've used style to abuse me." "Can I make it up to you up a date?" "So I'll be excited and say yes and then you'll shout April fool." She asked not ready to be deceived.

"I'm too old for that now." Gbadamosi replied.

"Toor, it's we indomie generation that still do April fool."

"I didn't have to say it but you got the point." He replied and she laughed, "I knew your response was going to sound cocky. Have I told you aff pride?" "Everytime." "So what's your today's like?" She asked, "Are you planning on asking me out on a date." He inquired and she laughed.

"I'm in love with you, I'm not that in love."

"Well.... I have plans."

"What plan?"

Gbadamosi hesitated, "Um..." He trailed off then he laughed, "It's fine if you don't want to tell me." She chipped in but he disagreed. "After dropping Sam off at the airport, I have hospitality evangelism." He said after a brief pause.

"Oh. Is it a church thing?"

"No. It's a personal hobby, no publicity, just me doing humanity a favor. I really don't like telling someone that I'm going on hospital evangelism, it ruins the whole no publicity rule I have about it. No cameras, just me blessing someone's life without people raising brows or saying all manner of things. "

Kilahi smiled, "Awn. I'm not just anyone dear, I'm your choice and you're my choicest." "Exactly why I divulged, I can't really hide anything from you.." "Now I know what you'll be doing during the day. What's your night looking like? Any plans in particular?"

"Okay.... What's going on?" Gbadamosi asked in curiosity.

"Uncle just pull over and show me your day's particular, there's something I want to see."

"Has my girlfriend suddenly joined the police force? This one you're checking my particulars, I hope we're safe." "What's your evening like?" "I can clear my schedule for you. What's going on? Have I been summoned to the house?"

"No. I just want to know if you'll be free for a date with a very special someboli."

Gbadamosi giggled, "Wait, I thought you were not that in love with me." He teased and she blushed, "I've collected salary and I want to spend small on my man." "I thought you were saving for wedding." "Hence why I said small, if you can't cut your coat according to your size, we'll either split the bill or you'll wash plate."

"What if I get to the restaurant and I don't want to cut coat to size, what if I want to sew an Agbada?" "After washing like ten plate and mopping the restaurant, you'll remember there's a reason why they created body hug senators, for those that can't afford Agbada!"

Gbadamosi laughed, "I'm not a small man." "Stop priding! You too aff pride. What do you say to my offer?" "I never thought in my wildest dream you'll ask me out. Oh wait, I almost forgot you were the one who asked me out."

She gasped in shock, "No I didn't!" "Should I remind you how you asked me if we could Kilahi?"

Kilahi slapped her face in shame, "Well, for what it's worth, I never thought in my wildest dream that i'll be taken walking down the aisle with a man I love in matter of days."

"Less than 21 days Babe."

"As in... I never thought of the possibility of you going to my hometown to officially ask for my hand in marriage. I haven't stopped getting calls for my home people, those I don't even know, those who only knew my mom, calling me to congratulate me." She paused overwhelmed with emotions then she continued, "You're that spice in my life Gbadamosi, I just thought to myself, why not be your spice too and add some sweet corriander to our relationship?"

"I've never liked corriander but I think I'm going to start liking this one because what kind of love is this now?You're strangling me with love. E choke!"

"Toor."

" As in, you're busting the bololo that I don't have." He teased.

Kilahi chuckled then she bit her lower lips, "Is that a yes?" "Yes love. Time and place?" "At our usual venue. You'll come pick me up." She replied in excitement. "Are you not supposed to pick me? You asked me out now."

"I hope you love the idea trekking, maybe you should wear gown too since I was the one who asked."

Gbadamosi laughed heartily, "Point taken." "Very good Sir, very good. Let me leave you to do something productive with your day. I love you Choicest."

"I love you my love."

Bella lay naked in bed, the sheet barely covering her body. She gazed at a picture of Gbadamosi on her laptop, a sly smile spreading across her face.

"You're staring at another man while you're in bed with me," Tito teased, his lips brushing against her neck.

Bella chuckled, her eyes still fixed on the screen. "And you're engaged to be married to another woman. Congratulations on setting a date, by the way. I didn't think you were serious until I saw the invitation."

Tito smiled, his eyes gleaming with pride. "I'm in love with my baby girl. What can I say?"

Bella raised an eyebrow, her voice laced with sarcasm. "Should I do you the honors on your bachelor's night?"

Tito laughed, understanding her implication. "My last night of freedom, tasting different girls."

Bella scoffed, her gaze still fixed on Gbadamosi's picture. "You think you'll stop cheating? Please, don't deceive yourself."

Tito's expression turned defensive. "I will stop, Bella. I promise."

She sneered, swiping to another picture of Gbadamosi. "Why are you keeping his pictures?"

Bella's eyes sparkled with determination. "They keep me motivated."

Tito's brow furrowed in concern. "Bella, don't tell me you're still planning to seduce him. That man won't budge. I've gathered enough information about Pastor Gbadamosi to know he's not one to fall prey to immorality."

Bella's smile grew wider, her eyes glinting with mischief. "So I can have the joy of testifying that all men of God are the same."

Tito shook his head, his voice firm. "This man is spotless, Bella. He's not like the others."

Bella's laughter was husky, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Spotless, you say?" She clicked on another picture, her eyes locked on Tito's. "What can you say about this?"

Tito's brow creased in confusion, his eyes fixed on the screen. "What's going on? Is that...?"

Bella's voice was laced with excitement. "Gbadamosi coming out of the toilet area with Kilahi. His fiancée."

Tito's eyes widened in understanding, his voice laced with disbelief. "Wait, was he coming out of the toilet with her?"

Bella's smile grew wider, her eyes sparkling with triumph. "Exactly. And you say he's spotless?"

Tito's expression turned skeptical. "Are you sure this is the real story, Bella? You're not just trying to ruin his reputation?"

Bella's smile grew wider, her eyes glinting with mischief. "What does it matter? When I post this on my blog and every other blog, do you know what will happen to his reputation?"

Tito's eyes narrowed, his voice firm. "Are you planning on using this to get to him, Bella?"

Bella's smile grew wider, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Let's just say I have plans, Tito. And I can't spill the beans just yet." "Why haven't you posted this then? The Bella that I know wouldn't have hesitated except he has something on you."

Bella rolled her eyes and he laughed. "I'm damn right! What does he have on you?" "Not your business Tito." "To have you playing under your shell, it must be something serious." "Mind your damn business Tito." She snapped and he laughed.

"Okay."

Gbadamosi positioned his camera towards himself shortly after getting a word from God. "So I was having a conversation with a friend this morning concerning a house I designed for him about years ago. He was complaining bitterly about how he's beginning to having plumbing issues and there seems to be leakages within the pipes and then he talked about how he has been managing it for months now. Mind you, he's not a plumber, this guy has never been to a plumbing school before, neither did he learn under anyone. Then it struck inside of me that a lot of us handle heart issues that way. We assume we can manage it with properly dealing with the innate problems that may pose as future threats. A heart not well guarded and guided will lead to corrosion, even human heart experience deterioration, it doesn't always take a physical form. Bitterness stems from a corrosive heart, this kind of heart heart cannot produce anything good. It's not the kind of heart God expects us to have. Back to the pipes, too much corrosion weakens the pipes themselves, hence leading to leaks. If you notice any leaks, contact a plumber right away to check for corrosion. But an average person will want to figure out ways to just maneuver through it. Have you noticed that when we tie these leakages with nylon or clothes, the water will plunge out with greater force. There are various ways to fix a pipe but some are temporal fixtures. Pipe rubber tape is a good temporary fix for leaking pipes. In the human sense, it's temporary healing. It doesn't last, it can sustain you for a while but when the bigger problem comes. When our helper comes, or the one God has ordained to be our spouse comes we even frustrate them with the problem because we didn't deal with it from the scratch. Perhaps some insecurity and hate have stemed from previous relationships even friendship by extension and you can't seem to move on from it or you're pretending to move on from it. If you're aware that your plumbing system has been around for a long while, consider replacing the pipes with newer, more corrosion-resistant models. No wonder David prayed that God creates in him a clean heart. A spiritual heart transplant needs to be done in you. After the transplant there is a need for maintenance. The part B of David's prayer says, renew the right spirit within me. Even your heart needs to be maintained so it doesn't experience another leakage, Bible says guard your heart with diligence out of it are the issues of the heart.
God is telling us to deal with those issues now before they grow into blood-pressure raising issues or pose a threat to your future home . You know that moment when you don't kill that villain in Part 1, there's sure to be Part 2; we all know the villains are usually hard to kill in all sequels so unless you don't want your heart falling like dominoes, deal now!

Muritala Mohammed Airport

Gbadamosi pulled over and Sewuese shut her eyes in tears. She couldn't contain the thought of Sam going back. "Hey." Sam muttered grabbing her hand. "I'm sorry. I know I said I wasn't going to cry but I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too Baby."

Gbadamosi stepped out and they both did too. Sewuese embraced him right there and he ran his hands through her hair.

Deja sat on her bed, wrapped in a towel, her eyes fixed on Vincent's photos on her phone. She had taken multiple screenshots, and exhaustion was starting to set in. She was tired of chasing him, tired of not getting the attention she craved. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard as she considered sending him a "Good morning" message, but something held her back.

She closed her eyes, feeling a pang of shame. She had promised herself she wouldn't give up on him, but maybe it was time to let him be. Let him miss her for a change. A voice in her head whispered, "Let him rest for today. Enough stalking!"

But temptation got the better of her, and she found herself wondering what he was up to. She thought about checking his status, but her eyes rolled at the thought of seeing more posts with Irene. "What is he doing with that girl, anyway?" she thought, her jealousy simmering just below the surface.

"God, I'm jealous, and I can't deny it," she said aloud, looking up at the ceiling. "I don't know what to do."

The voice in her head offered a gentle suggestion: "Stay off social media for today, Deja. Don't torture yourself."

Deja nodded, swiped her phone shut, and rose from the bed. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, took a deep breath, and began to speak words of affirmation to herself. "You're special, Deja. You're beautiful inside and out. Anger isn't a part of you; it's not what God planted in you."

Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she continued, "God, I'm sorry for always needing men's validation, even though it sucks to be in love with men that can't love you back. Even when I turned away, you opened your arms and embraced me."

She wiped her tears away, blew her nose, and took a resolute breath. "At least I have you, God. You're enough for me. You know what?" She paused putting her phone on airplane mode. "Let me not be tempted to look through people's status today and feel bad. So help me God."

Brenda's anticipation grew as she waited for Ugo's face to appear on the video call. She snacked on an apple, her impatience getting the better of her. "Fucking network! Just connect already," she complained, swallowing hard.

As soon as Ugo's exhausted face appeared on screen, Brenda's frustration melted away, replaced by a wide smile. "Someone looks ugly," she teased.

Ugo responded with sarcasm, "Wow, I'm touched by the warmest good morning I've ever received."

Brenda laughed, and the two exchanged pleasantries. She noticed the hospital background and asked, "Are you still in the hospital?"

Ugo confirmed, "Yeah..." and Brenda backtracked on her initial teasing, "When I said you look ugly, I didn't mean it." "I know. Have you taken a good look at this guy?" He paused and she knew he was going to brag. "I know. Have you taken a good look at this guy?" Ugo asked, pausing for dramatic effect. "I can never be caught unfresh, I make Lab coats look like blazers to these celebrities. Have you seen me physically in my zone? No manner of sleeplessness can make me ugly."

Brenda gasped, "I take it back, you do look ugly!" She laughed, and Ugo chuckled, "Liars shall perish in hell."

"Who says I'm lying? I mean a girl says a single thing and you've turned it into a self-glorification speech. Gloat much Hugo, gloat much?" She asked and he laughed.

"I've always been told that I have pride. Fine Igbo men have pride."

"Who says you're fine?"

"Aren't I?" He asked and she looked away, "Look into my eyes and tell me that I'm not fine or look into the phone, whatever. Just tell me with your full chest that you're not staring at the most handsome man you've ever set your beautiful eyes on." He requested and she rolled her eyes hiding a smile from bursting through her pokerface.

"I take it you had a rough night."

Ugo smiled "Hmm, smooth avoidance." He noted and she blushed.

"Who's is avoiding?"

"Moving forward. I did have a rough night but it's part of the job description." He answered. "Sorry. At least you've got the rest of the day to rest."

"Nah. I have pending businesses."

"What?"

"Shalewa has an appointment with a dentist friend and I'm supposed to take her there." "Body rest matters, I shouldn't be giving that advice to a doctor."

"Now you are doc, doctor Brenda, it has a nice ring to it."

"I'm sure I would have killed my first patient." She confessed and he busted out in a harsh laughter, "Which one now?" "Nah, screw it! I probably wouldn't have made it through medical school." She joked and they both laughed, "Olodo rapata ojueja lomo je.. (Stupid in excess, your talent is exerted in eating fish eyes only." He sang through the old secondary school Yoruba hymary for people who weren't smart

Brenda chuckled, "Why does that sound familiar?" She paused recalling, "Oh no you didn't just use that song on me." "You can't be that much of an Olodo. You must have been brilliant."

"I think the right word is rebellious."

"Interesting, so in conclusion, you were on the Olodo team."

Brenda gasped, "You're lucky you're not close to me." "You're lucky we weren't in the same primary school, i would have made your life unbearable." "I repeat, you're really lucky you're not physically close to me." "What would you have done?" "I would have to put this apple to a good use." She showed him the apple then she took another bite then he laughed.

"It's okay, we've seen you, you don't have to do shakara with the apple." He sneered and
She gasped again, "I'm 100 % sure you were starved of play growing up. What did you do to your maturity?" "Maybe I exchange it for five naira sense." "Five naira? Try using five kobo."

Ugo laughed and she chuckled scratching her forehead, "You can always find a way to get your friend Shalehwaa there."

He laughed, "Call the name again." He requested and she threatened him with the apple again, "I promise you, I'll throw this at you and you'll feel it from your end. I promise you that." "I won't be surprised, you have a liking for throwing tantrums."

"Ouch. Feel free to call Mr apple tantrum cause I'm going to test my Christian faith and throw this on my phone."

"Don't forget to share your testimony of faith when you're buying a new phone screen and please don't blame this guy. I didn't ask the blind to walk."

She laughed then he cleared his throat, "I could escape Shalewa but what I can't escape is not seeing my niece. I've been busy all week, I only took one glance at her after her birth in the hospital. I haven't officially visited her."

"Awn. I haven't seen babies in like years."

"You haven't?"

"I have... I haven't been physically close to any. Truth be the told, I've never ever carried a baby."

"You haven't?"

"Call me anti-social or whatever. I've never had that friend that have in one way given birth." She paused. Ugo was still clearly shocked. "How old are you again?"

"Shut the fuck up!" She snapped and they both laughed.

"You can come with me and thank me later for giving you first hand opportunity."

"Fuck you!" She snapped playfully then she closed her lips, "Sorry, I meant that in every nice way possible." "What do you think?" Ugo asked and she bit her lower lips then she shrugged.

"I don't know. I'll feel like a stranger."

"Says someone who travel across the world to meet strange faces." He paused watching Brenda chuckle then he continued, "Besides, you know Lota. It will be an opportunity to finally see a baby, carry a baby,"

"I don't know about carrying.." She cuts in and he laughed, "And an opportunity to see this handsome man again."

Brenda laughed, "That sounds cheesy, you could have just said you wanted to see me, you didn't have to be manipulative about it or how does Kilahi put it again, you didn't have to use the back door."

"Front door or back door, what does it matter? You can choose to stay back and do whatever it is you women do for fun, make your hair, visit the gym or punch a bag , whichever suits you but you do know what they say about opportunities right?"

Brenda smiled, "Yeah, I heard they probably come once in a lifetime. There's that probability of meeting you again but I wouldn't mind seeing you again today. I just used the front door Hugo, you should probably learn from me."

Ugo smiled too, "I'm taking notes." He replied and then they both giggled, "When will you be free?" He asked and she shrugged, "I'm not doing anything for now. I won't want to go empty-handed, I'll definitely want to get something." "Same here. We can do that together. Should I pick you up?"

"I wouldn't want to stress you. I can meet you at the gym, my house isn't too far from it."

"I still have to be a gentleman now. I'll pick you up, just send your address."

Brenda smiled, "Sure and Hugo?" "What?" "Take a rest." "Thank you."

Mr Arolowo knocked, "Princess?" He called out and she exhaled looking at Ugo, "My dad, I have to go." "I'll call you." He answered and she nodded ending the call. Her father walked in and she rolled her eyes, "You were supposed to wait before coming in. I could have been naked or sleeping."

"I heard your voice. Who were you talking to?"

She shrugged, "Not your business Dad." "Are you still mad at me over the whole arrest? I did it for you." "You thought you did it for me cause if you did, you could have said something to me rather than proving a point." "Wouldn't you have loved to see that guy in bars?" "There are right ways to do things Dad! You don't pay to have someone's rights bashed because you have the wealth and influence to do so."

"So you're still mad at Daddy because of it. I still think the idiot deserves what he got for laying his filthy hands on my daughter."

Brenda rolled her eyes, "What do you want Dad?" "I wanted to talk to you, have a one on one with my daughter." He answered sitting in bed. "You know, I was wondering why you decided to stay back. The only thing I got from your Mom was that it was because of a man but she was holding back information on who the man was."

She blushed.

"This is serious."

"It's not that deep Dad, we're just friends."

"Yes you are. It wasn't until I met his mother at the firm that it made sense who you met. You need to be hopeful, beautiful stories start from there."

She arced her brow in surprise, "How did she get there?" "You think I won't have the contacts of Mr and Mrs. Peters?" "Excuse me? Mr who?" She asked blinking her eyes.

"Lucky for me, I spoke to the young millionaire Tomisin on phone and he couldn't deny you two had something going on. How can you keep this kind of news from me?" He asked and she paused in surprise.

"Dad, there's nothing going on between Tommy and I."

"Really?"

"We're just friends."

"Nothing more than the ordinary?"

Brenda shrugged, "Tommy is sweet, rich and hot and we may have kissed on the wedding day but .... I don't know. I may have reconsidered him as a choice." "But....?" He asked widening his eyes,   "It's complicated Dad."

"What's complicating the issue? Gbadamosi or whatever the idiot's name is, he should be put in your past." "He's not the idiot, in the actual fact, I was the idiot who failed to see the signs."

"Signs oshi wo?"

"Signs that he wasn't for me."

"Thank God for Tomisin, I can't wait for the two family to come together. The Peters and the Arolowo."

Brenda scoffed, "Don't go ahead of yourself Dad. We're just friends." "Exactly why I invited him for dinner, him and his parents. Dr. Peter is a very busy man, I can't vouch he'll be present but the wife should be here."

"Not another dinner date with parents."

"I say forget that rubbish Gbadamosi and the useless dinner we had. We didn't know better."

"Dad, you guys can't pull this trick on me again. I'm an adult and I have the right to make my choice."

"I am not trying to enforce anything you don't want. I invited them for a harmless dinner and we're all going to sit smile and hope for the best."

Brenda chuckled, "You mean hope for a relationship." "Can you believe he just got back from an international conference in Malaysia? I see you two travelling around the world, or what do you think?" He asked and she exhaled in confusion.

Ire watched his mother pace around while on call. He had a sky blue polo on and ash baggy shorts. "Hm hm" His mother nodded, "Hm Hm..." She continued nodding, "Exactly Sir. I'll really appreciate all the help you can render from your side. God bless you and I'll keep in touch for further news." She forced a smile then she ended the call exhaling loudly then she looked towards her husband.

"That the DPO of one of the divisions in Anambra, the one your brother sent to me. He said he'll send word if he gets any information about Faith" "Honey, I think you should take this easy."

"I am taking it easy!"

"For your health sake."

"Screw the health, my daughter has been kidnapped, I am a mother, I am worried but I trust God enough to know my baby isn't dead that's why I'm this calm. Do you think I don't want to scream my pain out."

"Good morning Mom, good morning" Ire greeted. They didn't even notice him standing by the door. "Good morning Son." His father answered while his mother gave a nod, "Good morning." Her voice barely above a whisper.

"I made breakfast, toast bread, boil eggs and tea. For you Mom, I didn't use chocolate, I made use of Lipton instead, hence the reason I called it tea. I made coffee for you Dad, just as you like it."

"Thank you Son."

His mother gave a nod, "Thanks." "Who was that on the phone?" He asked hoping to start a topic." "A Deputy Police officer." "What did he say?" "Wo (See)..." She hissed, her mouth suddenly felt heavy to speak.

"You can't go on ignoring me all week Mom." "Who says I'm ignoring you?" "You can as well admit it." "Your sister is missing Ire, I'm not okay about it." "I feel bad too."

"She was raped and got pregnant and you didn't see it fit to tell us."

"I didn't think it was in my place to tell you."

"Ire, ṣe o n gbọ ara rẹ? Are you listening to yourself? You didn't think it was in your place to tell me. You're supposed to be her big brother," "I know."

"You ended up being a big fool for not telling me and I can't express my disappointment enough."

"Mummy Ire!" Her husband yelled, "That was too harsh." "I'm heading out." He answered, "Where to?" His father asked, "Anywhere from this place." He answered leaving the room and his father gave his wife a stern look.

His phone rang then he glanced at it, "It's the broadcasting company."

Ire stepped out of the house then she called Sefa. "Hey." "Good morning to you, why do you sound like you ran out of gas?" She asked and he chuckled, "I wasn't hoping to laugh that quickly."

"Did you just admit to me being funny?" She asked and he laughed. "You do sound like my Mom after we've run out of gas. What's up? Is it your Mom?"

Ire rolled his eyes.

As Vincent slept peacefully, his mother, Mercedes, and Irene crept into his room, shutting the door behind them. Mercedes carried a cake, and Irene readied her phone to capture the moment. Vincent's mother nodded to Mercedes, who called out, "Vincent!"

Hiss eyes snapped open, and he sat up for a start. "Hm? Mummy?" he asked, confusion etched on his face.

Mercedes began singing "For He's a Jolly Good Fellow," but their aunt interrupted with a playful question, "Which one be jorlly good fellow? No be happy birthday to you we agree to sing?" His mother argued.

The room erupted in laughter.

On the count of three, they launched into a joyful rendition of "Happy Birthday to You." Vincent's mother clapped her hands playfully, asking, "How old are you now, how old are you now?"

Vincent protested, "Mummy, that's not necessary." But his mother insisted, "I want him to recite it so he'll remember he's getting old."

His mother smiled, "Happy birthday, my dear son. May God bless this new age." Vincent responded, "Amen."

She continued, "May this new age bring fruitful endeavors, may God uplift you." "Amen," Vincent replied.

With a sly smile, she added, "May God open your eyes to find a wife this year." Vincent hesitated, then responded with a laugh, "Amen!"

As they embraced, Irene cooed still recording the heartwarming moment.
"This is so cute!"

His mother turned to the camera and waved, "Lagos Wado oh." "Na who you dey greet so?" Mercedes asked, "Nor be live and direct you go?" "Which one be live and direct again?" Mercedes asked in laughing hard, "We didn't go live, well I wish Irene did. It would have been a good content."

Vincent smiled, "I have questions, when did Mama arrive and how did you guys get in?"

Mercedes lifted up her spare key, "You keep forgetting that I have this. First thing first, cut your cake and then we'll answer any question you want."

Muyiwa stood before the mirror, he had a toothbrush in his hand, he imagined them to be bouquet of flowers. He was rehearsing his declaration to Sharon. His eyes locked onto his reflection as he began:

"Sharon, you're beautiful in that dress... or is it trousers? What will she be wearing, I bet she's currently working in the kitchen with her joggers on. I'm ashamed to admit I've been blind to your radiance for so long. I hope God forgive me, for ever clouding that glorious face with sorrow."

He paused, collecting his thoughts, before his composure faltered. "Ugh, why am I botching this? I'm just losing composure anyhow.. I'm usually more suave than this nau!" He rolled his eyes at his own awkwardness, then continued, a playful glint in his eye. "Tell me, Sharon, is Rose your middle name? Because you're the very embodiment of the Rose of Sharon - and incarnate of grace and beauty."

He chuckled at his own cheesy line, shaking his head in self-deprecation. "Okay, okay, I know that was a bit much. But honestly, Sharon, these past few days, you've left me awestruck. Forgive my stumbling words, and just know that you're the sunshine that brightens my world. You're the vision I want to see manifest in reality. I think I love you Sharon, I think I've fallen in love with you."
Muyiwa took a deep breath, hoping his sincerity would resonate with Sharon. He quickly dialed Pastor Gbadamosi's number, seeking guidance.

"Hello, Love patient," Gbadamosi answered, his voice echoing through the line. "Just let me be,I'm trying to rehearse my speech before meeting Sharon. Today's the day I drop my stupid pride and make a decision for myself." Muyiwa replied.

"Why are you calling me?"

"As my Pastor now," Muyiwa said, seeking guidance.

Gbadamosi laughed. "When did you make me your Pastor?"

Muyiwa smiled, playing along. "Secret Pastor, just like we have secret admirers. Are we not permitted to have secret Pastors?"

Gbadamosi's tone turned serious. "What do you want this secret Pastor to do for you, Muyiwa?"

Muyiwa exhaled, his frustration evident. "Just be praying for me, guy. I'm tired of feeling like a mess. You were right to call me a love patient; I feel like I'm in a Godforsaken hospital and I need treatment."

Pastor Gbadamosi's voice was gentle. "Is Sharon your way out of the guilt you feel, is she a solution to your love sickness or an alternative? Do your feelings and decisions stem from a good place, Muyiwa?"

Muyiwa scoffed, defensive. "I didn't call you so you could evaluate me, Pastor."

Gbadamosi's response was calm. "As your secret Pastor, I just thought to ask, Muyiwa. Think about it. I have to go; I have a lot to do. May God help you search the intent of your heart and may He give you utterances that stem from the heart. Bye, Muyiwa." The line went dead, leaving Muyiwa to ponder the weight of their conversation.

9:56 am

ABC law firm.

Emmanuel sat in his office, lost in thought. His mind was consumed by Aunty Abebi, and the disappointment of her sudden departure still lingered. He couldn't help but wonder if things would have been better if she had never visited in the first place. The previous week had been the best week of his life, but her goodbye note had left him perplexed. He couldn't understand why she had left so abruptly, and he couldn't shake the feeling that he had done something wrong. Maybe it was the conversations about her father that had driven her away?

As he sat there, deep in thought, there was a knock at the door. Corper Funmilayo entered, holding a brown envelope. "Good morning, Barrister," she said cheerfully.

Emmanuel responded sarcastically, "How many times will you greet me today?"

Funmilayo laughed. "Until the good in the good morning reflects on your face." She was trying to lift his spirits, but Emmanuel's expression remained gloomy. She hated seeing him like this, lost and overwhelmed in sadness. Where was the playful Barrister she knew, the one who wasn't afraid to crack silly jokes?

Funmilayo approached him, holding out the envelope. "Sir, this document came for you."

Emmanuel's curiosity was piqued. "What document?"

"I haven't opened it, and it's sealed," Funmilayo replied, teasing him. "It might be a letter bomb, and I wouldn't want to be a victim, especially since the address has your name on it."

Emmanuel forced a smile, taking the envelope from her. "I'll be at my duty post, but I might leave early. My CDS members are meeting up for a picnic." "Okay." "Okay?" "Yes Okay, what do you want me to say?" "Oh." She paused sucking her lips, then she exhaled turning her back to leave then she turned back with a loud scoff.

"I just want to say that I hate this mood. These past few months i've worked with the company, one of the things that I've kept me coming is your personality Sir. I've seen my friends work in horrible law firms despite the fact they're paying but they don't have peace like I do here. Your ability to make me laugh even when I'm sad, your kind heart towards helping people, that's what makes you Barrister Emmanuel. This isn't the Barrister that I know. You're a shadow of yourself. I just want to say that I miss you. I miss you so much Sir, It's sad cause you're here and it doesn't feel like it." She snapped and he shut his eyes in pain.

"I'm going through a phase."
"She left, maybe you should let her go."

"I can't. I... I can't seem to." He answered tightening his fist then he thought of how to change the topic, "Have I signed you clearance letter?"

"You did last month remember? I've done my clearance."

"Oh. Good, I thought... Hope they LGI didn't put you through hell?"

"No but the computer had a bit malfunctioning, it couldn't detect my thumbprint. I had to wait for everyone to do their thumbprints. I almost married the LGI that day."

Emmanuel chuckled, "You didn't tell him that I'm reserving you for one senator." He teased and she chuckled. "I better leave you to check the content of the envelope." She nodded and left the office, leaving Emmanuel to his thoughts once again. Emmanuel's eyes fixed on the envelope, his curiosity burning with anticipation. He carefully opened it, pulling out the documents inside. As he scanned the pages, his heart raced with a mix of emotions. It was a hospital report related to Ukamaka's case. The words blurred together as he read, but one sentence stood out: traces of temazepam and Codeine were found in the accused's system. Someone had set him up.

A smile spread across Emmanuel's face as he quickly reached for his phone and dialed Officer Timothy's number. His voice was low and cautious as he spoke.

"Hello, Timo."

"What do you want? Are you trying to rat me out again?" The caller snapped from Emmanuel's previous betrayal.

" "How far now, no be wetin happen be that."

"Emlaw, wetin you want?"

His mind raced with questions, but he kept his tone neutral. "I just got the hospital report, is it from you?"

"No, I didn't send it," Officer Timothy replied. "I didn't do anything." He continued.

Emmanuel's eyes narrowed as he pieced together the puzzle. "Abebi Salami must have been involved." Officer Timothy assumed.

"That's not possible, how would she have done that? She doesn't have your contact." "Someone that has been calling me."

"How?" He trailed off, his thoughts flashed back to their previous encounters. He remembered that Abebi Salami knew his password and must have obtained the contact information before leaving. Her words came playing in his head: You can't separate a policeman from money, you simply pay him to carry out his duties. What money cant solve, more money can solve."

Officer Timothy continued, "I gave her a contact and I guess they've remit the information they have. You have the real hospital report shey?"

"Yes, I do," Emmanuel replied, his grip on the phone tightening. Officer Timothy's tone turned reassuring. "No problem, then. I hope I can now go back to my life."

"Haba, No hard feelings now."

"Ehn.... Make I no lie, e hard small. Na snitch you snitch now, you no even give me heads up." "I'm sorry." Emmanuel apologized, his voice laced with remorse, "No wahala now. Just be careful; those people were trying to cover their tracks for a reason. You might be a target."

His determination grew. "Target or not, this evidence will get Ukamaka out of prison."

Officer Timothy warned, "But the case will be reopened."

Emmanuel smiled grimly. "At least Ukamaka will be able to attend his daughter's wedding."

The phone call ended, but his mind continued to race with questions. Why did she leave him only to help him with the case? A call came in almost immediately then he answered the call from the strange number. "Good morning, is this Barrister Emmanuel Oliver Okeke?" A female voice said, "Yes this he, who is this?"

"My name is Jennifer, you don't have to do worry about who I am. Have you gotten the envelope ? I supposed you've gotten it ." "Yes. How do you know I needed it? Did Abebi send you?"

"Don't worry your head about that. Concerning the Ukamaka's case, a friend instructed me to help however way I can and I can pull some strings, I've got connections on the inside. So when the case reopens, I'll try my best to help in anyway I can."

Emmanuel shut his eyes, "Why isn't she doing it herself? Why is she hiding? I didn't take her for a coward." "I can't answer that." "When you call her, tell her to stop being a coward, it doesn't suit her, if there's something she should say, she should say it directly to me." He snapped then he exhaled.

"I'll deliver the message to her."

"Wait." He paused, "Tell her I'm grateful too."

"Sure. This is my number, feel free to call me on any information you need and strategies you might want to employ. I'll tell you know if I can pull some strings."

"Are a lawyer?"

"Let's just say i'm a legal staff. That's all you need to know for now."

Deja stepped out of her room, clad in a white top and jean trousers, and made her way into Bimbo's room. She was greeted by the sight of Bimbo wrapped in a towel, and her nose crinkled in distaste. "Did you poo?" she asked, her voice laced with disgust.

"Yes," Bimbo replied, unfazed.

"It's smelling," Deja said, her tone accusatory.

"Ehya Pele, I did not know that Igbe (poo) is supposed to smell like perfume?" Bimbo shot back, a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

Deja rolled her eyes. "Get some ventilation in here!"

Bimbo pointed at the wall, "Cockroach on the wall." "Where?" Deja shrieked and Bimbo laughed, "April fool." "Jeez Bimbo! Can you be more mature?" She snapped. Bimbo finally noticed Deja's outfit so she raised an eyebrow. "Where are you off to?"

"A women's retreat on the island," Deja replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I've been looking forward to it for weeks."

"You look good," Bimbo said, her gaze appreciative. Deja smiled, her cheeks flushing with pleasure. "Thanks, babe."

Bimbo's expression turned serious. "Your mom called me while I was in the toilet. She said she tried calling your number, but it was switched off. I told her it must be the network."

Deja's smile faltered, and she sighed. "It's not the network, Bimbo. I put my phone on airplane mode. I'm trying to disconnect and focus on myself for a change."

Bimbo's eyes narrowed. "Is this about Vincent?"

Deja's gaze dropped, and she exhaled tiredly. "Today's Saturday, and I don't want to get caught up in wishing for things that might not happen anytime soon." "Sounds like you're giving up"

She exhaled tiredly, "I don't want the same thing happening over again Bims, I don't want to obsess over Vincent the way I did with Papa and it's turning into an obsession, I can't do without checking his status every now and then. It's saddening and pathetic so and I've come to realize and besides I think I received an instruction to go offline today. That's why I'm retreating."

Bimbo picked up her phone from the bed. "As long it's an instruction from God and not your new found low self-esteem." "Oh really?" "Can you at least use my phone to call your mom? She's worried about you."
Deja sighed defeated.

Adesuwa and Kilahi leaned against the counter while Hilary served out portions of steaming spaghetti onto individual plates. Adesuwa spoke up, her voice laced with a hint of humor. "If this spaghetti isn't sweet, we'll eat it that way. I hate cooking general spaghetti." "It's today we'll reduce your bride price." Hilary chimed in a playful tone and ladies in the kitchen.

"Toor, it's nice now." Kilahi complimented. She cleared her throat then she delved into her plans to do a "Pad up a girl program."

"So what's your opinion?"She asked. Hilary smiled, "I think it's a good one." "You do?" "Obviously now!" Adesuwa added, "Growing up, I wish I had people to who hosted programs like this. I remember using tissue most of my secondary school life." She added.

Hilary smiled, "Mom is a doctor so I guess I received lectures on period hygiene from her but many are privy to that information. I feel if you make it a big program, e go make sense. The only challenge is you're going to need sponsors and funds."

Kilahi laughed , "Toor!" "But you have Mrs Aisha now." Hilary chipped in, "I won't want to worry her about an initiative i was led to do."

"Your own boss again? Look at this girl!"

Adesuwa creased her brow, "You work in an NGO right? Why can't you work hand in hand with them? They can be sponsors to your dream." "I can't be having my own initiative when I'm working with them."

"Says who?" Hilary and Adesuwa asked at the same time then Hilary cleared throat, "Twinnie, you can't afford to not ask for their support. You can even ask Mrs Miriam Mba."

"Jesus!" Kilahi gasped in disapproval.

"Didn't she say she's ready to support you in the future?"

Adesuwa blinked, "Wait.... Is it the same Miriam Mba or someone else? Wife of the senator, one time minister for what again?" "Yes oh." Hilary answered and Adesuwa laughed.

"Who are you really Kilahi Agbo cause you get levels oh."

Kilahi laughed, "It's God." "Humble girls. Anyhow sha, with Miriam Mba as one of your sponsors, that program is going to be a success." "Wrong, with God, that program is going to be a success. Unless the LORD builds the house, the builders labor in vain. Unless the LORD watches over the city, the guards stand watch in vain."

"Mama the Mama has added scriptures oh." Adesuwa teased forcing laughter from Kilahi's mouth. "God is my greatest sponsor."

Hilary agreed, "Yes and he'll send you men definitely but you'll have to open the same mouth he has given you to ask those men. Shikena."

"I'm going to need you guys to donate pads." She pleaded to their joy.

Adesuwa smiled, "I'm going to do more than donate pads, I won't mind being a sponsor."

Hilary screamed in joy then she went ahead teasing, "Abuja babe with Capacity!" "Hilary calm down now." "One shot inna the air!" She continued teasimg while making gun shots sound with her mouth. "It's a thing of joy to help out, I'm sure Ere won't mind donating if I mention it to him. I'll handle publicity."

Kilahi smiled, "This has got to be the best year in my life. God didn't just give a twin sister, he gave me sisters too. I hope I remember to tell Zhara too." She confessed embracing her and Adesuwa smiled then she exhaled worriedly. "I'll miss you two, i wonder how Ossy will take the news about Ere leaving. Ossy has one hundred and ten things he wants to do with him."

Hilary hissed, "No offense but It's Ere I blame, do you know the number of junks my son has taken since he stayed back? I'm looking forward to pumping his belly. Manny knows I don't let him that much sweet things, nah but you know how Ere mouth can be sweet now."

Adesuwa laughed, "He's quite convincing." "Was that how he convinced you?" Kilahi asked and the three women laughed. "Where should I start from? Ossy is lovable, I must admit. We're just thinking of how to break the news to him."

"His heart will be as broken as it will be when I finally break that his rubbish eye shades."

Kilahi gasped, "Ah! That trouble you're finding, you're gonna get it and I'm not going to be there to hear him cry. Ossy loves that his new shade." "Me I already said I'll break it. What kind of useless shade is that? Is it seeing dimensions and realms. Or when angels appear the shades will detect it." She assumed and the ladies laughed.

Hilary clicked her tongue, "The worst was last night, he slept with it."
Kilahi laughed, "Seriously? Isn't he taking it too far? Perhaps he was trying to make a joke out of it. Are you sure you're not exaggerating?" "Does it look like I'm exaggerating? He said he likes it because his father got it for him as if that's the first gift Manny has ever gotten him. He says it makes him look like policeman ready to arrest what's that boy's name in school"

"Isaac." Adesuwa and Kilahi answered then they both laughed as though recalling one of Ossy's stories.

"Every story either ends with Isaac, Grandma, Isioma, or Chinaza" Adesuwa chipped in and they all laughed. "I'll miss Ossy."

Hilary exhaled in frustration, "I'm this close to breaking that thing." "Please don't break it." Kilahi begged listening to her phone ring in her pocket. Her smile faltered as she answered her phone. "Good morning, Mercy."

"Good morning, Ma," Mercy's voice trembled on the other end. "Please, Ma, we need your help. Ladi is outside with his guys, making a ruckus and threatening us."

Kilahi's grip on her phone tightened. "Mercy, slow down. I almost didn't catch what you said. Who's threatening you?"

"My baby's father," Mercy's words tumbled out in a rush. "You know I told you about his troubles recently?"

Kilahi's mind raced as she recalled the conversation. "I remember. I didn't think it was that serious."

"He's outside with his gang," Mercy's voice cracked. "I don't want to go with him, Aunty Kilahi. I don't want to go back to that life. I'm loving this new life I have in Christ."

Kilahi's resolve hardened. "No one can force you to do what you don't want to do, Mercy. I think I have your address on my phone. I'll be there."

"Please come with policemen, I'll have my brother meet you." Mercy begged. "My street isn't safe, and you won't be able to handle those guys without some authority. I don't want anything bad to happen to you. If there's anything they fear, it's the police."

Ossy sat on the floor, flanked by Ere and Manny, each clutching a Whot card. Ossy's black shades added an air of mystery. "You know the best part about wearing these glasses?" Ossy asked, a sly grin spreading across his face. "It's a 3D shade that lets me see your cards from afar."

Ere chuckled, teasing, "You're not serious." Manny burst into laughter.

"No, Uncle Ere, with these glasses on, you can't read my face. Whether I'm happy or not. Dad said it's called a poker face."

Ere's eyes narrowed. "Hm, so, facometre, what can you read from my face?"

Ossy's eyes sparkled. "That you have different cards in your hands and you're waiting for me to play something that will favor you. You have about six cards; if I play something that favors you, you might tell me to pick two, or even ten if you have the chance."

Ere laughed, admitting, "Yes, I'm that immature." Manny's laughter filled the room as they waited for Ossy to play his card.

"Ossy, play!" Manny urged, but Kilahi's sudden entrance interrupted the game. "Hey guys! I'm leaving!" she announced, picking up her handbag.

Manny's brow furrowed. "Why? I thought you were staying."

"Yes, something came up that I need to deal with."

Ere's concern was evident. "I hope it's nothing serious."

Kilahi reassured him, "Hopefully." As she walked towards them, she kissed Ossy on the cheek. "Goodbye, dear."

Ossy frowned. "You were supposed to spend the weekend with me."

Kilahi's smile was apologetic. "I know, but you have your daddy and mom."

Ossy asked, "Is Mommy's name Aunty Kilahi?" Kilahi chuckled, "No, I get your point, but I promise to make it up to you."

"Okay, Ma," Ossy replied, as Kilahi bid farewell to Ere and Manny before leaving the house.

The trio returned to their game. Ossy played a Whot card, "I need God to help me choose a card he doesn't have... I need a triangle." He chose, and Ere's face fell as he surveyed the variety of cards in Ossy's hand.

"What can I say, God answered your prayer, but..." Ere trailed off, playing a number one triangle card. "Not today. Hold on." He paused, playing another number one for square. "Hold on," he smiled, playing a number ten square. "Continue."

Ossy exhaled, "Uncle Ere, I'm looking at you in 3D; you know why?" Ere retorted, "Ogbeni, go to the market and stop speaking too much English. I've given you money to shop for cards."

Ossy played a number ten triangle with a triumphant grin. "Check up!" Ere rolled his eyes, "That's not possible now?" Ossy shouted, "I win!" Manny laughed, and Ere teased, "You might want to borrow my 3D glasses next time."

As the game concluded, Manny asked Ere, "When will you be leaving again?" Ere shrugged, "This evening." Ossy's face fell, "You're leaving? I thought you were on leave?"

Ere explained, "Yeah, my leave isn't over yet; I just have things to do in Abuja." Ossy embraced him, "I'll miss you." Ere's voice was warm, "I'll miss you too. I don't think I've enjoyed the company of any kid like I have with you, not since I was a kid myself. I feel like taking you to Abuja. Maybe after school, you can come visit."

Manny interjected, "Hey, hey, hey, I already have plans for his holiday." Ossy's face fell, but Manny offered, "If I can take a leave, we can spend a week in Abuja." Ossy's eyes lit up, "Really? So we can go see the Zuma rock there?"

Hilary, Adesuwa entered the room, carrying food to the dining table. "I thought Zuma was in Niger State?" Hilary asked, approaching the trio.

Manny replied sarcastically, "Hm, hm, it's in Sokoto." Hilary laughed, and Manny teased, "See, as I'm rubbing your head like this, you don't want to know what's going on in my mind."

Manny laughed.

Ere smiled, "Hilary is right though, Zuma is in between Abuja and Zuma." "So which of the states collects revenue for touring ?" She asked, "The Igbo girl in you is already calculating revenues." Manny replied in an Igbo accent.

"Sorry Sir, did you see me in your dreams today?"

"That's like a daily routine, you're always in my dream that's why you're my dream girl." He replied and she blushed.

"Ere, I hope you're learning." Adesuwa teased, "I swear." He answered lifting his hands in surrender..

Ere gave Ossy a proud smile, "But how far? How do you know Zuma rock? This boy will never cease to amaze me." "Well in history class, we learnt about rocks and landmarks in Nigeria. Olumo rock in Abeokuta is the one my school will be going to." "Wow. I want to be like you when I grow up." He teased and everyone laughed.

"Food is ready guys, let's move to the dinning."

Kilahi stepped out of Manny's house and immediately dialed Mrs. Aisha's number, "Hello Kilahi." "Good morning, Ma'am," Kilahi said, her voice laced with worry.

"Good morning to you, Kilahi. How was your night?" Mrs. Aisha replied, her tone warm and concerned.

"It was fine, thank you. I'm sorry to disturb you, but I need a favor," Kilahi said, her anxiety evident.

"What's going on? You sound serious," Mrs. Aisha said, her voice firm but gentle.

"It's about a secondary school girl I'm mentoring. She's in trouble with some gangs and she called me. It sounds serious, and I'm planning to go there," Kilahi explained, her concern for the girl evident.

Mrs. Aisha's tone turned stern. "You're not going anywhere, Kilahi. You're not the police."

Kilahi hesitated, knowing Mrs. Aisha was right. "I know, but she sounded scared, and I feel responsible. I need someone with authority to accompany me."

Mrs. Aisha's expression softened. "I know exactly who will get the job done. Just wait till I make the call, and forward the address to me. I'll have the police handle the rest."

Kilahi nodded, feeling a wave of relief. "Okay, Ma. Thank you so much."

Mrs. Aisha's voice was firm. "You're welcome, but please don't do anything stupid. This isn't the time to play heroine. Let the police handle the situation."

Kilahi agreed, knowing Mrs. Aisha was right. "Yes, Ma. Thank you, and have a nice day."

She ended the call and scrolled through her phone for the girl's address, then forwarded it to Mrs. Aisha. She then called Gbadamosi, her friend and confidant.

"Hello, love" Gbadamosi answered, his voice warm and familiar.

"Hello, Choicest." Kilahi replied, her tone laced with worry.

Gbadamosi sensed her concern then she continued, "I know you're probably busy, but I need your help." "I was going to say the same thing." He was in the midst of an hospital evangelism, but he listened attentively as Kilahi explained the situation. "Mercy is in trouble, and I'm about to get a ride there."

His tone turned cautious. "Don't go, Kilahi. That mission sounds dangerous. If they're gangs, you need to tread carefully."

Kilahi's determination was evident. "God is with me."

He argued, "Don't tempt God, my Love. You can't walk into danger without calculating the risk. You're not putting your life on the line for religious reasons or a righteous cause."

Kilahi's voice was firm. "Mercy is a righteous cause."

Gbadamosi sighed, knowing Kilahi's stubbornness. "Calculate the risk, tread smartly with the police. I'll call Elder Matthew, he's a deputy in the." "There's no need for that, Mrs Aisha is on it." "Oh. Okay now, great!"

Kilahi groaned, feeling frustrated. "I can't sit back and do nothing. It's my fault they're attacking her. I preached to her, and if anything happens to her family because of me, I won't forgive myself."

Gbadamosi's tone turned gentle. "This isn't your fault, Kilahi. Wait for the police to come. You know how these gang and police altercations can be. There might be a shootout, and you don't want to be caught in the crossfire. Let the police handle it."

Kilahi exhaled worriedly, knowing he was right. Hher heart heavy with concern for Mercy and her family.

11: 02 am

With a wide smile Muyiwa took a bend towards Sharon's street, he slowly pulled over a house away when he noticed Tokunbo standing right in front of door post. "What the hell is this guy doing here?" He whispered rolling his eyes then he watched from.where he parked. Sharon came out shortly smiling, she had a red gown. "What the?" Muyiwa paused, "Where the hell is she going with this idiot?"

"I am so excited about this meeting. God knows I turned Picasso in my dream" She joked and Tokunbo laughed, "For reals?" "I have been painting so much in my dream that I woke up with hand pain."

He threw his head backwards laughing hard. "God you're funny." "My car sort of broke down, I tried starting it but it didn't start. I already called my mechanic to handle it. I hope you don't mind us using the Uber."

"Even if it's public transport, do I have a car that you're asking me if I mind? These things happen now so.." She shrugged, "Have you ordered?"

"Yeah.. The Uber guy should be here any moment from now."

"Nothing is going to stop me from painting my ass today." She joked then she laughed on second thoughts, "Did you hear what I just said?"

Tokunbo creased his brow, "No." "I just said painting my ass, like I meant it literally. Muyiwa would have..." She trailed off then she forced a laughter.

"I thought we agreed we wouldn't call that punk's name."

"I'm sorry I did."

"It's fine. It's totally fine, that's why we're on this date right? To make you forget."

Sharon smiled, "I didn't realize this was a date." "Now you know." He winked at her then he heard a cat drive by, followed by a phone call. "Our ride is here." They both made way into the ride, shortly after they drove off and Muyiwa steadily followed them behind.

Vincent rushed to answer his phone, only to feel a pang of disappointment when he saw the caller ID. It was Adufe. After what seemed like an eternity, she mentioned, "I know Deja must have blown up your phone with calls."

Vincent replied, "Actually, she hasn't called me at all."

Adufe's tone was laced with surprise. "That's strange. Check her status."

Vincent's response was curt. "There's nothing there."

Adufe's curiosity was piqued. "How is that possible? You posted 'Happy Birthday' on your status since 12:05 am, and she always checks your updates at work." She paused, realizing she had said too much. "Oops, I wasn't supposed to mention that."

Vincent's expression remained neutral. "I know she checks my status, but she hasn't today."

Adufe offered a plausible explanation. "Maybe she's busy. It's Saturday, after all. She might be at a wedding or something."

Vincent agreed, but his concern lingered. "Maybe. Are you sure she's fine? She would have at least sent me a message or some memes and stickers. Maybe you should call her."

Adufe chuckled. "You spent all week trying to avoid her, and now that she's not bothering you, you're missing her attention."

Vincent's tone was firm. "Just call her and find out if she's okay."

Adufe relented. "I will."

"And please call me back when you get through to her."

"I will." She promised.

As they ended the call, Adufe couldn't help but laugh at the irony. Vincent had been complaining about Deja's constant messages just days ago, and now he was worried because she was silent.

She dialed Deja's number, waiting for it to ring through. But instead of Deja's voice, she heard the network provider message: "The number you're trying to call is currently not available at the moment."

Temi walked through the hospital hallway, having just finished a meeting with her doctor regarding a recent spotting incident. Just as she approached the stairs leading to the lobby, she spotted Salome heading in her direction. Having just emerged from a consultation with her physician, the last thing she wanted was Mrs Salome's trouble. She wanted to hide but it was damn too late.

Temi, Temi!" The woman's voice echoed in the air, tension gripped Temi's heart. She forced a smile as Salome approached her, then she bowed her head in greeting.

"Good morning, Ma,"

Salome's eyes settled on Temi's belly, and Temi knew rumors about her pregnancy had reached the older woman's ears. "Good morning. What brings you here?" Salome asked, her tone dripping with insinuation. The elder woman's probing gaze and veiled insinuations hung in the air. Temi's resolve hardened, she must have been the one to spread the rumour!

Temi shrugged. "It's a hospital, Ma. Any visitation should be quite understandable."

Salome chuckled. "You've answered truly like the daughter of Teni Coker." Her eyes lingered on Temi's belly, and her voice took on a mocking tone. "So, you're sick, or is it that kind of sickness?"

Temi's face grew hot with annoyance. "I don't understand, Ma."

Salome scoffed. "Let's not play dumb, Temi. I know you got pregnant out of wedlock. How else would you have gotten Alade to marry you? After all those years, isn't it since secondary school you've been with that man?"

Temi's lips pursed in anger, but she remained composed. "Someone has been spreading rumors about me getting pregnant before my wedding, Ma. I don't owe anyone an explanation, but I wonder who would stoop so low as to spread false news."

Salome cleared her throat, her expression unapologetic. "I was going to say congratulations. It won't be a bad thing, though. Alade took too long, and you guys finally tied the knots. If you're not pregnant, I advise you to work towards it. Your parents are not getting younger."

Temi's eyes narrowed, her patience wearing thin. "My mother has a grandchild already, Ma. And I know you're aware."

Salome's smile turned condescending. "A wall gecko can look like a lizard, but it can never grow combs, even if it spends thousands of years on earth."

Temi's voice took on a sharp edge. "What are you insinuating, Ma?"

Salome's expression turned sweet, but her words were laced with venom. "You're a smart child, Temi. I'm sure you know what I mean. I hope your brother finally grows the initiative to get married and start having his own children."

With a fake smile, Salome turned to leave. "Bye, dear. I wish you and your husband all the luck. When you're celebrating your one-year anniversary, I pray you do it with evidence."

Temi's eyes followed Salome as she walked away, her mind seething with anger and frustration. She was convinced that Salome was the source of the rumors that had been circulating. Temi's fists clenched in anger, and she let out a frustrated groan and then a hiss.

Just then, a nurse friend approached her from behind, leaning against the stairs. "Hey, Temi, you look like you're having a rough day. Did the doctor give you some bad news?"

Temi laughed, trying to shake off her irritation. "No, it's just Mrs. Salome. She's been getting on my nerves."

The nurse nodded sympathetically. "Ah, I know how you feel. She's been annoying everyone in the hospital since she got here three days ago."

Temi raised an eyebrow. "Three days? What's she doing here, anyway? Is she sick?"

The nurse hesitated, glancing around before responding in a low tone, "Let's just say she's not here for herself. Her daughter, Nancy, is the patient."

Temi's eyes widened in surprise. "Nancy?" "You know her?" "Of course I do. We're not exactly friends, but... Oh, my goodness, is she okay?"

The nurse's expression turned serious. "To be honest, Temi, it's not looking good. Nancy was brought in by her husband four nights ago, bleeding profusely. She lost her baby."

Herhand instinctively went to her belly, as if the news had shaken her own womb. "Jesus Christ! What happened?"

The nurse's voice dropped to a whisper. "There are bruises all over her body, Temi. It's clear she was beaten. The husband is trying to cover it up, saying she fell down the stairs, but... we know the truth."

Her anger flared up again. "Who must have beaten her cause I don't want to assume her husband did." "I think he did. Hence why they're being secretive about the whole thing." "That monster! How could he do that to her?"

The nurse's expression was grim. "I know, right? And the mother is supporting his story. It's like they're trying to protect him."

Temi's mind raced with questions and concerns. "Where is Nancy now? Can I see her?"

The nurse glanced around cautiously before responding, "She's in a solitary post operative ward, under strict instruction and limited visit. But be warned, Temi, she's not talking to anyone. She's been traumatized, poor thing."

Temi's heart went out to Nancy. She knew she had to see her, to offer support and help in any way she could. With a determined look, she set off towards Ward C, ready to face whatever lay ahead.

Aisha watched as her sister rummaged through the clothes in her wardrobe. Finally, she lifted out a black gown and held it up against herself. "What do you think of this one?" she asked, gazing at her reflection in the mirror.

Aisha raised an eyebrow. "Looks like you're planning on attending a funeral."

Aunty Abebi smiled wryly with a shrug,"Perfect, then.". Her sister's eyes narrowed. "You're going on a date with Professor Folorunsho. He's sixty-two years old, Aunty Abebi!"

"At least he's older than me." She snapped, "Professor Folorunsho is 62 years old, are you even listening?" "And so?"

"Going on a date with him with not change the fact you're in love with someone in Ebonyi."

Aunty Abebi's expression darkened, she already warned her sister to refrain from talking about Emmanuel.

Mrs Aisha rolled her eyes,. "I didn't mention his name." She replied then she pressed on. "You're trying to fill a void, but it won't work. Professor Folorunsho can't replace Emmanuel."

Aunty Abebi's voice rose, "Know your place sister. You're overstaying your welcome. Why are you even here? To talk me out of going on a date with Folorunsho?" "So you two are on first name Basis now bah?" She asked in Hausa then she watched her sister roll her eyes in frustration.

"I think I might accept his proposal."

"Don't be ridiculous, I smell desperation here."

"I'm not desperate for anything! And I'm certainly not still pining after Emmanuel."

"We all know that it's difficult to forget a good man and a good sex. Professor Folorunsho can't give you what you experienced there. You can choose to lie to yourself but I know you're smarter than this!"

"Don't push it Aisha! What brought you here?"

Aisha exhaled, "Our father." "I don't share that with you." Aunty Abebi replied, her voice stern as ever.
"You can deny him all you want Aunty Abebi, what you can't deny is the fact his sperm brought us to this world."

"Then he ran off like a coward."

"Aunty Abebi."

"I'm no longer suing him. If that's why you're here, you can go tell the old man that I'm no longer suing, he can keep his dirty properties to himself." "You aren't suing again?" Mrs Aisha's eyes widened in surprise.

"I believe I spoke in English."

Aisha chuckled, "Sorry but why the change of mind?" "Do you want me to sue? I can change my mind." "No! I mean, I'm just shocked, but why?"

Aunty Abebi shrugged, "You're right Aisha and l I learnt from Someone that whether I like it or not, I can't change the fact he's my father and If perhaps In an alternate world and i have children, I won't want them suing me for being an absent mother."

"Was it something you and Emmanuel talked about!"

"Don't mention the name."

Aisha snorted. "Geskia sis, I think your decision to stay here is the worst. You clearly miss him!" "Aisha!" She snapped.

Aunty Abebi's face hardened. "I'm moving on, Aisha."

Aisha's voice rose again. "With a man you don't even love? That's not moving on, that's settling!" "At least I don't have to worry about children or the fact that I might not be able to bear him children or satisfy him for long."

Mrs Aisha stepped closer, her voice softening. "Aunty Abebi, I know you miss him. And this decision to stay with Professor Folorunsho is a mistake." "Aisha! I'm no longer suing your father, you can as well leave now."

"Baba is unwell." She blurted out.

Aunty Abebi paused in thought, "He can remain unwell for all I care. If that why you're here, you've wasted your time." "I'm going to Abuja as we speak. I have a flight to catch, I was wondering if you'll maybe come later on."

"No."

"This isn't fair."

"And what he did to my mother, was it fair? Was it fair to deny her, was it fair that we were left to navigate through life on our own? Was it?"

Mrs Aisha scoffed then she clicked her tongue, "How long do I have to apologize for my father's sin?" "Well, it's not your place to apologize." "Have you ever given Baba the chance to apologize? No! You're just filled with nothing but hate and resentment." She snapped walking out of the room then she walked back in.

Aunty Abebi's voice was icy. "I'm not discussing this further. And I'm not going to see Father, no matter how ill he is."

Aisha's face fell. "But Aunty Abebi-"

Aunty Abebi cut her off. "No, Aisha. I mean it. You can leave now."
"All Baba wants is a chance Sis. I hope you have a nice date that I know you're only going to pretend to enjoy cause you know why? You don't like the old man, the one you love is probably suffering from heart break while you stay here and cook up excuses for your dark heart, excuses to make yourself feel better. Well I don't blame you, you've never been the kind to give people permanent chances, you can't give youry sister a chance, hell you can't even give love a try. Good day Aunty Abebi." Mrs Aisha's eyes filled with tears as she turned and walked away, leaving Aunty Abebi alone in the room, her eyes heavy with unshed tears.

Temi walked in the Post-operative care unit. She knocked and entered into the room. "Hey dear." She said with a subtle voice, Nanacy lifted her head from where she laid in surprise.

"What are you doing here?"

"Um.... I was in the hospital when I saw your Mom."

Nancy scoffed, "Mom will never tell you that I'm here. She'll rather die, what are you doing here? Who told you I was here." She raised her voice and Temi lifted her hands, "Sweetheart, there's no point raising your voice."

"Please leave."

"I heard what happened."

"Get out now."

"Nancy."

"Get out!" She screamed and a nurse walked in to access the situation, "Get the fuck out before I do something I'll regret!" She screamed throwing the bread on the tray at her.

"Madam" The nurse urged, "Please leave this room. You shouldn't be here, this is a private ward for families only."

"Leave!" Nancy screamed and Temi walked out of the room, the door was opened she could still hear Nancy's voice.

"Is that how you guys do in this hospital? Where is the security when I needed them?" "I'm sorry Ma."

She busted into tears, "Where is my baby when I need him or her, now I'll never get to know or see him grow.. My baby!" She sobbed loudly and Temi walked away shaking her head.

"Damn it."

The tricycle Kilahi boarded came to a halt, and she gazed out at the dilapidated buildings and half-constructed houses. The desolate landscape made her question her decision to venture into this unknown territory. "Is this Chaka Close?" she asked the driver.

"Yes, it is," he replied.

Her phone rang then she glanced at the caller ID, it was Garba. "Not now."

She then paid the driver, who teased her about being cautious with her purse. She smiled faintly and handed him the fare. As she stepped out of the tricycle, the driver called out, "What brings you to this place? This doesn't look like your usual hangout."

Kilahi's expression turned serious. "I'm here to help someone in trouble."

The driver's face turned grave. "You know why they call this place Chaka Close? The canal at the end of the street is where they dump bodies. No one will ever hear from you again."

Kilahi's eyes widened in alarm. "God forbid."

The driver shook his head. "It's not a matter of God forbid anything oh .You're not even with someone. You come alone, as you be like omopenu (stillbirth) laidis, and before you know , street go humble you."

Kilahi's grip on her purse tightened. "God is with me."

The driver snorted. "God is with everyone, but street na street. I don't usually dey bother with people, but something tell me to wait for you. I can't fit follow you enter the evil forest but I fit wait here."

Kilahi's gaze swept the surroundings, taking in the thatched tent and the men staring at her. She turned back to the driver. "What about you? Will you be safe here? I wouldn't want anything to happen to you because of me."

The driver smiled reassuringly. "She dey worry for me. Na my terrain now. You think say all Keke drivers can enter this place? Them know me."

Kilahi nodded and began to walk away. Two guy approached her, grinning. "New fish don enter trenches." "Thank God say fisherman soup being dey hungry me chop before." The other teased holding her her by the arm and she gasped.

Her heart raced, at this point she was beginning to have a rethink, maybe she could have waited for the police. "Please let go of my hand, I'm not comfortable being touched by strangers."

"Lepashandi, who you dey??"

A small boy, about ten years old, appeared and grabbed Kilahi's hand. "My Mama said I should bring her to her."

The guy's smile faltered, and he watched as the boy dragged Kilahi away. "Who are you?" Kilahi asked the boy.

"I'm Aunty Mercy's brother," he replied.

Kilahi's eyes widened in surprise. "I thought you were all inside."

The boy grinned mischievously. "I being jump out of the window. Where are the police? Aunty Mercy said..."

Kilahi's expression turned urgent. "They're on their way, I couldn't wait. Are they still there?" "Yes! Like ten of them, I no sure but from the voice way I hear, they are like ten there."

"Just take me to her first."

The boy's eyes grew wide with concern. "Without the police? That's going to be tough oh. Are you a policewoman?"

Sefa peeked into the living room, where her father and Ire were engrossed in conversation. She returned to the kitchen, checking on the chicken broth. "Why is Daddy still quizzing him about his job?" she asked her mother.

"Because it's hard to believe someone so young is a doctor," her mother replied. "He started early." She replied stirring an the chicken.

"Good for him. It's good to start early," Sefa said. "For someone like him, in two years, he can get married and start his family."

"True sha. By that time, I'll be in school, on my journey to become a lawyer," Sefa said, smiling.

"I love the positivity in that tone," Her mother said. "Have you checked your jamb results?" "Not since the site got jammed yesterday." "Ensure you check it. Whether the institution likes it or not, you'll get in." "Amen oh!"

Her mother teased her about having a crush on Ire, but Sefa insisted they were just friends. Aunty Mabel shared a story about having a crush on an older teacher when she was in school, making Sefa laugh.

As they chatted, Sewuese entered the kitchen and her mother gave a faint smile. "Are you done crying over Sam?" She asked and she rolled her eyes, "My baby has left me." "So you had to sleep over because of it." "Mommy, nothing happened. Sam and I are not...." She trailed off and Sefa looked away.

"I know but it all boils down to one thing, are you being a good role model to Sefa by sleeping over with a man you're not married to?"

Sewuese thought it through, "You're right and I'm sorry." She answered turning towards Sefa, "I'm sorry too." "I get it Aunty Sewuese. Did you happen to see Dad quizzing Ire?" Sefa asked.

"No. I think they're talking about sports now, I heard him mention Messi." Sewuese replied, "Soon they'll move to politics and you won't even get the chance to talk to him."

Aunt Mabel thought it through then she gave Sefa a look, "You can go now."

Sefa joined her father and Ire in the living room, where her father was regaling Ire with stories of his past football days. "If you're not careful, you'll be tempted to think he's Ronaldo himself," Sefa teased, making Ire laugh.

"Daddy, remind me again? Why didn't you play for a league back in the days?" She asked.

"Well, unlike some of us who keep failing JAMB, I realized football was not for me," Her father replied.

Sefa gasped, and Ire held back his laughter. "And I'll shock you guys when I pass this JAMB." "Please pass on, I just hope the Jamb does not pass you by again." "Ouch. Daddy, i've passed the JAMB already; I'm calling forth things that are not as though they were. I'll see the four walls of the University this year."

"Amen, and may it not be because you're escorting one of your secondary school friends again," Her father said, teasing.

Sefa gasped again. "Jesus Christ! Daddy, I think it's time to leave Ire and me alone to talk, or you might end up adopting him since you miss your brother Terdoo so much."

"Let the young doctor make a choice then." her father said.

"Sir?" Ire asked, not wanting to be caught in the middle of their argument.

"Honey!" Aunty Mabel called out, and Uncle Adzer whispered to him, "It's a planned work. They've ganged up to disengage our conversation."

Sefa laughed. "Daddy, go get your own friend." "You think I can't smell the gimmick from afar." Her father raised his nose and walked into the kitchen, leaving Sefa and Ire alone.

Sefa sat close to Ire, chuckling. "You guys will go from sports to politics, and Dad will talk for hours about bad governance and how to alleviate poverty and bridge the gap between the rich and poor."

Ire smiled. "Have you checked your Jamb result?"

"Not yet," Sefa replied confidently. "But I'm not scared. God is in control, and I know I'll pass."

"Keep the faith," Ire said. Then his expression changed, remembering his sister, Faith. Sefa noticed.

"Keep the faith too," she said. "How's your mom holding up?"

"She barely looks me in the eye," Ire said. "I'm tired of her attitude."

"She's hurt, give her time," Sefa said. "When I went missing for two days, I heard how worried Mom and Dad were, and she cried. This is the second week, Ire. No parent will be happy. She's dealing with it in her own way. I think she wants to slap Faith, but she can't, so she's angry with you for keeping it from her."

"I had to," Ire said. "It was my fault Faith was raped."

Sefa's mother, Aunty Mabel, listened from the doorway, proud of Sefa's growth.

"Ire, it wasn't your fault," Sefa said. "You didn't push Faith into the rapist's hands. Mom was hurt when she found out I was having sex, and I kept it from her. I've learned that mothers have high expectations, and when we disappoint them, it breaks their hearts. I'll be more considerate of their feelings when I'm a parent."

Ire teased, "Parenting 101 from someone who hasn't even had kids yet!"

Sefa giggled and shoved him playfully. "I've had time to reflect and understand their perspective. My future children must trust me enough to tell me everything. Your mom feels you broke her trust by keeping the truth from her. Give her time, Ire."

Uncle Adzer smiled. "Is that Sefa talking, or is someone else in the room?"

Sewuese laughed quietly. "Our baby girl is growing up."

Sefa recalled something and chuckled. "I can't imagine what your mom will do when you see your sister again."

"She'll be excited," Ire said.

Sefa laughed. "Then she'll surprise her with a beating!"

Ire laughed. "I'm sure she won't. She'll embrace her." Yes, then she'll surprise her with eye opening and sense- impacting beating."

Ire laughed, "I'm sure she won't." "I wish I had a video of how Mom dealt with me after i got back. You'll think she'll hug me for a long time and kill the fattest cow for her prodigal daughter that just returned. No oh, I was dealt with."

"I even beat you enough." Her mother walked in and Sefa said, "Mommy, you were eavesdropping! You didn't beat me enough, but it hurt. I didn't expect it."

Ire stared at Sefa, and she felt shy. "What?"

"The way you looked at me, like I had something on my face," Ire said.

She smiled. "It's nothing. I'm just glad I'm here." He replied watching Aunt Mabel keep the food on the dinning. "Thank you Mrs Adzer for the food, you sh0ould have bothered." "Oh please! You're welcome. Sefa, get water for your friend."

As Sefa got up to get water for Ire, their eyes met, and he smiled, watching her move towards the kitchen.

Brenda stepped into the room, where Lota sat on a small wooden stool, clad in a sheer nightwear and covered in native chalk. Mrs. Ebele, Lota's mother, shot her a stern look. "What are you looking for here?" she asked gruffly.

Brenda's eyes widened in surprise as she gestured towards Lota. "Uh..." She stammered pointing at Lota. "Have you suddenly lost your speech?"

"Mom I know her." Lota spoke up.

"So she cannot knock because of that."

Brenda pointed to the door, "I'm sorry Ma'am, the door was opened." She answered and her mother instantly switched into Igbo because of her British accent, "Is she not from this country?"

Lota responded in Igbo, "She is, but she grew up abroad."
"So don't they teach them to knock before entering into people's houses?" Her mother pressed on and Lota laughed, "She said the door was opened! Mom we're being rude, she doesn't understand Igbo." She answered looking over at her.

Mrs Ebele glanced at Brenda, "So you're not Igbo?" "Yes Ma'am, I'll be on my way, this was a mistake" "Did I chase you? Before they'll say I'm a tribalist, I did not chase you away, I'm just saying you should have knocked."

"That's what I'm trying to explain Ma'am, the door was slightly opened, and my bad, I should have knocked at least, but I didn't and I'm sorry for being rude."

Lota smiled and intervened, "Please ignore Mom, she can be a little bit of a disciplinarian. She's a retired teacher. What brought you here?" "I came with Ugo, someone pulled him away while we were coming towards this direction."

Just then, Ugo walked in, smiling, and Brenda's eyes lit up. "There he is!" she exclaimed and he smiled looking towards his mother's angle. "Who is this beautiful woman?"

Lota blushed, "Don't mention, your Mom is doing the omogwu well, by the time I'm done ehn.." "Who's talking about this one? There are a few beautiful women in this room, you're not just part of them." "Screw you!

I'm talking about this sweet 35 years old woman sitting on this bed." He approached his mother who instantly laughed. Then he embraced her.

"Please don't flatter me, go and flatter your way into a woman's heart and give me grandchildren."

Ugo's gaze lingered on Brenda, causing her to cough awkwardly after she noticed Lota and her mother's eyes were directly on her. "It's certainly not what it looks. I'm just a friend. I'm not his girlfriend," she clarified.

Mrs. Ebele raised an eyebrow at her son, who chuckled. "Mom, meet Brenda Arolowo. She's a...friend."

"Like Shalewa?" His mother asked and he hesitated, "Mommy, did Moses appear to you cause the way you're transfiguring these days. I feel like Jesus has given you secrets to shinning." He teased to avoid the topic and Brenda chuckled at his charming words, "Sweet mouth much?" She chipped in hoping to get past the topic too. "This one is a lady killer oh!" Mrs Ebele sounded off, "That why he's still single." "Mom." Ugo rolled his eyes, "Give me a woman and you might just manage to get me off your back."

"So it's under probability."

Brenda felt out of place, she scratched her neck and then cleared her throat, "I should probably leave." "You haven't even seen the baby." Ugo replied walking towards the baby bed. "Where's that my beautiful niece?" He smiled on gazing at the beauty.

"Who did she take this beauri from? I wonder where this apple fell from."

Lota faked a laughter, "From the tree idiot!" "Which tree? Guava tree?" "Hahaha, Very funny." She snapped and Brenda laughed. "Can you not bully your sister for two minutes?" She snapped and Mrs Ebele hissed, "Leave them!

He held the baby then he looked over then he gave a look led over at her to carry the baby but Brenda disagreed. "The baby won't bite."

"What if I break her bones?" Brenda asked, her eyes wide with fear.

Lota laughed, "Haven't you ever carried a baby?"

"Never," Brenda replied, her voice barely audible.

"It's not a hard thing to do," Lota said, her eyes encouraging.

"So, who will help you with your own baby?" Mrs. Ebele asked, her eyes fixed on Brenda.

Brenda shrugged, "I'm just scared." "Nne, overcome that nonsense fear and carry that baby!" Mrs. Ebele hissed, her voice firm.

Brenda moved even more closer to Ugo, her eyes fixed on the baby. "If you break my granddaughter's hand, I'll break yours too," Mrs. Ebele warned, her eyes glinting with a hint of mischief.

Brenda gasped in fear, "That's very reassuring." She whispered to Ugo, who laughed.

"What did she say?" Mrs Ebele asked, her eyes curious.

"Nothing," Ugo replied, his eyes sparkling with amusement then he added, "She was expressing how encouraged she feels," his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Mrs. Ebele approached the two of them, her eyes fixed on Brenda. "Which should I believe?"

Brenda held back her laughter, looking at Ugo with blame in her eyes. "Either way, it's nothing important so, altogether it's nothing." Ugo explained.

"Exactly," Brenda answered, her eyes fixed on the baby. "Oh my God, she's beautiful."

"Just like someone I've gotten to like these past few days." He complimented and Brenda struggled to hold back her smile. "Where do I start to carry her?"

Mrs. Ebele's piercing eyes locked onto Brenda so quickly she stretched out her hands to receive the baby. Ugo carefully handed the infant girl over to her. Her heart skipped a beat as she felt a surge of emotions, her belly fluttering with excitement. "I can't believe I'm actually holding a baby," she blurted out in excitement, her voice trembling.

Mrs. Ebele adjusted the baby's cap, instructing Brenda, "Make sure her head doesn't tilt back, and the cap stays on to keep the breeze out." Brenda nodded, captivated by the baby's tiny smacks of her lips. "Oh my goodness, I think she's hungry!" she cooed.

Just then, the baby let out a small cry, and Brenda's eyes widened in alarm. "What do I do?" she asked, feeling clueless. Lota chuckled and took the baby from her, teasing, "Aunty Brenda has beaten you." Brenda laughed, "I didn't do anything." She smiled, feeling a bit relieved.

Mrs. Ebele rose from her seat, inviting Brenda to join her in the kitchen. "Ma?" She asked in surprise and Mrs Ebele held her by the hand.

"Join me in the kitchen, I want to prepare pounded yam for you guys, including Lota. That's if you don't mind."

Ugo gave his mother a piercing look, "Mom, she's a guest and I just spoke to Praise and Juliet, they're in the house now.." "No it's fine. I don't mind helping out." Brenda answered, "I can't pound yam though." She confessed and Mrs Ebele smiled, "You can slice or wash the yam or learm to pound. Who says you can't teach an old dog new tricks?"

Ugo lowered his gaze at Brenda, "You don't have to do it." He whispered, "Hugo it's fine." She answered leaving the room with their mother.

He rolled his eyes angrily , what was his mother trying to prove? "Now I remember who you took this gift of sending people on errands from." He snapped and Lota busted into laughter then he continued, "How can you just send a guest on an errand, conveniently."

"Maybe Mom sensed Brenda might be more than a guest."

He hissed, "She's a friend." "A friend you like, a friend that can turn into your girlfriend in any moment. She's just testing her and she has passed the first test by agreeing to go into that kitchen. Can she even cook?"

Ugo shrugged, "I don't know." "She doesn't look like she can boil water." "I said the same thing too." He answered sitting on the bed then he exhaled, "You don't mind?" "Truthfully? It bothers me when I think of it. I mean of all the girls, I fell in love with someone that might not be able to cook and i might have to live with that reality for the rest of my life."

"You can take your time right? If you're not sure."

Ugo exhaled, "I am sure of what I feel and I don't know, I feel this might be God's will. As crazy as it sounds, God brought her my way and if he did, there are reasons he did and I want to explore them."

--Chill and Paint--

Sharon stepped out of the Uber and gazed back at the car parked two buildings away from the park. Tokunbo followed her gaze, his curiosity piqued. "What's caught your attention?" he asked.

Her expression turned puzzled. "I thought that car looked familiar, but then I remembered that in Lagos, no car is truly unique." She shrugged, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Let's head in."

Tokunbo's smile was warm as he placed his palm on her cheek. "You look stunning, Sharon. I'm not sure I mentioned that already."

Sharon's response was laced with playful arrogance. "I think you were too dazzled by my perfection to speak."

His laughter was rich and genuine. "Let's go in!" Sharon exclaimed, her excitement palpable as she walked past him into the building.

As they entered, Tokunbo glanced back at Muyiwa's car, a hint of a grin still on his face. Sharon called out, her hands on her hips, "Are you coming or not?"

"Why not?" Tokunbo replied, his smile still in place.

"You don't want the paint to dry, do you?" Sharon's retorts was quick-witted.

Tokunbo chuckled, and together they disappeared into the building.

Meanwhile, Muyiwa pulled into the park, a bouquet of flowers in hand. He pondered how to sneak in without being noticed. A disguise was in order.

As fate would have it, a young couple emerged from the building, both wearing caps. Muyiwa's eyes lit up with excitement. "Hey there!" he interrupted, approaching them. "Can I ...uh..borrow your cap?"

The guy raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "Why should I give it to you?"

Muyiwa hesitated, "I need a disguise." He paused and the girl rolled her eyes, "Uncle go and get your own cap." She snapped.

Muyiwa decided to pull out his trump card. "Not like you look like you need money but 'll pay 10,000 naira for it!"

The girl's eyes widened, and she swiftly snatched the cap off her boyfriend's head. "Here you go! Want mine too?"

After Kilahi and the little boy approached the house, an building that had not being painted. The window were made of wood. They found a bike and a car parked with men smoking while seated on them. "Who are they?" She asked, "Street, the one way dey doormot" The boy pointed at the guy on dreads knocking on the door, "That one na Ladi, thr ring leader of the group, him na Mudia Papa too."

"Oh, the baby's father?"

"Yes."

"Mercy!" Ladi called out, "No time for game, you better bring yourself and my baby out of that fucking hole before I get mad and break this door."

"Never!" Mercy screamed from inside, "You belong to me oh! Na me get you!" "I belong to God, I have given my life to Christ, I don't want you again!" She screamed. "Na say you deaf abi you no dey hear English again?" She snapped.

Ladi banged the door, "Open this fucking door Mercy!" "What part of she doesn't want to open the door don't you get?" Kilahi asked from behind and the guy turned towards her.

"Abeg who bring crayfish enter this matter?" He asked with a scoffed and his guys laughed.

"Mercy, open this damn door now!" He echoed.

"No!" Mercy yelled from inside.

"Except you don't understand simple English, if you do, you'll know she doesn't want to see you. Please take your leave." Kilahi sounded off

"Who be this one abi you want make we silence you?" Capricorn approached Kilahi, and she clutched her bag. "My name is Kilahi Agbo," she said.

Capricorn replied, "Who ask for your name?"

Kilahi responded, "You wanted to know who I am, right?"

Capricorn sneered, "Since we dey introduce ourselves now, my name na Capricorn. You get?"

Kilahi said, "I'm certain your parents didn't give you that name."

Capricorn stepped closer, his tone threatening, "Abi this babe dey whine me? I dey do introduction, you dey cut me. You want make I cut you? I no be like the zodiac sign oh, I no get patience, try rubbish, I go use you do moral lesson."

Kilahi exhaled, "I'm only here for Mercy; I didn't come to congregate with you."

Capricorn pushed her slightly, and she staggered backwards. "I no dey beat girl so no provoke the beast inside me. Which market you go buy your liver from? See as the babe they answer question way I no ask. Abi you want make I rough you up?"

Kilahi stood firm, "I didn't come for you or any of you. I'm here for Mercy, so I'll advise you all to leave before you'll regret it. The police are on their way, so before this gets ugly."

Ogiso stepped in, his face inches from Kilahi's, "You wan dey threaten us?"

Kilahi maintained her calm, "Please, I didn't come to wage war against anyone. I came here in the name of God."

Ladi scoffed, "Tah! Na that God punish you for there!"

He walked towards her, his tone menacing, "It's you, shey? Na you be the preacher way preach for her. Na you turn my babe attention away from me, shey?"

Kilahi replied, "I turned her attention away from sin."

Ladi sneered, "So I be sin?"

She stood her ground, "Fornication is a sin, and you're taking advantage of the poor girl."

Ladi retorted, "I rape her? I force Mercy do wetin she no wan do? Kpekus sweet her, she open leg, how e come be my fault?"

Kilahi countered, "She doesn't want to live that life anymore."

Ladi snarled, "Wetin go come do me?". Kilahi replied, "I'm sure you have other alternatives. You're not a God over her; let her live her life."

Preacher Woman, You Better Disembark

Ogiso yelled at Kilahi, "Preacher woman, you better disembark before we dismember you!"

Ladi scoffed, pointing his fingers at her. "I get scores to settle with you, but from the bottom of my heart, cause I no take dey react laidis, e dey pain me so na real bottom of my heart. You hear my guy, jazz out now."

Kilahi stood her ground. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm not going to let you hurt Mercy or her mother."

Ladi laughed, then rubbed his nose and sniffled. "Don't let this get ugly than it should. You have ten seconds to leave this place."

Kilahi remained firm. "I'm not leaving Mercy. I believe in talking things out. Threatening Mercy and her family, banging the door, and making her scared is not the way."

Ladi mocked her, "Wetin this one dey cap? So what is the way then ehn? Preacher woman, wetin be the way?"

Kilahi replied, "Jesus is the way, truth and the life."

The gang burst into laughter. "Anyone that ones to come through the father must first go through him. He's the only one that can grant us salvation and eternal life," Kilahi continued, undeterred.

Ladi turned to his gang, sneering. "She wan use preaching attain us so. Awn, see my heart dey met already."

The gang laughed in mockery of Kilahi. "Let's just talk," Kilahi begged, but Ladi cut her off.

"Na who wan follow you cap rubbish sef? Because say I dey give you face, you don see me as Father Christmas finish."

Kilahi tried to reason with him. "Just-"

But Ladi interrupted her. "Baby, last card, get the fuck out of my unit."

Capricorn joined in, "Aunty bounce before we bounce you."

Kilahi's heart raced in fear, but she stood her ground. "I'll leave after you do. If I perish, I perish, but I must do the will of him that has sent me. I might just preach to you guys, if that's all I can do."

Ogiso scoffed, "You dey whine me?"

Kilahi persisted, "Jesus Christ is coming soon, and the earlier you all give your life and submit your totality to him, the better for you."

Ladi rolled his eyes. "Do you know where you are?"

Kilahi replied, "Even in the valley of the shadow of death, God is still with me."

Capricorn scoffed again, "I gatz give am to you, I cut cap for that winch way sell that liver give you. You waka inside lion den, you still get mind dey cap crap."

Kilahi asked with her hands folded, , "Have you guys read the story of Daniel before?"

Capricorn responded, "Daniel the dreamer?"

Ogiso slapped his head. "Mumu, abi Joseph the dreamer! Daniel dream? Which time Daniel dream for Bible? No be Joseph being dey cap rubbish way him brother throway am inside canal?"

Capricorn thought for a moment. "Wait... No be Daniel change weather for Bible. Way carry Israelite reach promise land?"

Kilahi smiled softly. "No, Daniel was the one thrown into a lion's den."

Some of the member of the gang nodded in agreement, some admitting they had forgotten their Sunday school lessons. "Oooh... Omo, I don forget Sunday school oh," Capricorn admitted.

"When all those pastors dey yarn rubbish, still dey knack choir member." The group erupted in laughter, but Ladi's expression turned serious as he faced Kilahi. "I see what you're doing, you're trying to manipulate us."

Kilahi scoffed, "I'm not. My point is, even in the lion's den, God shut the mouth of lions. Have you read that story before? I'm sure if you had a little Sunday school upbringing, you'll remember it very well."

Ladi sneered, "I don't see God shutting my mouth now, or do you? Madam, leave now that we're being nice. Fuck off, you won't like it when we roar."

Kilahi stood her ground, her voice firm. "For the umpteenth time, I'm not leaving. Roar all you want, I'm not letting you take Mercy or her baby. If you want to have a problem with someone, let it be me, I preached to her! She can't go back to her old ways."

Ladi snorted, "Who's going to stop me? You?"

"God will," Kilahi replied, her eyes locked on Ladi's.

As she spoke, Kilahi's gaze intensified, then she heard the name, 'Godswill' resonate in her spirit. Then she whispered, "Godswill, is your name in any way Godswill?"

Ladi's brow arched in surprise. "How in the world? Who have you been talking to? Who told you?"

Kilahi's response was steady. "Someone who knows you even before you were born. God told me."

Ladi's expression turned incredulous. "You're fucking with me, right?"

Kilahi shook her head. "No."

Ladi's eyes narrowed, his voice laced with disbelief. "You're a crazy if you think I believe in that crap."

Kilahi's forehead creased as she rubbed it, her eyes fixed on Ladi. "I don't know why this is playing in my head. Did you run away from home? I see a little boy who ran from home. Was there a fight?"

Ladi's hand instinctively went to his gun, and he pointed it at Kilahi's head. Her heart raced as she pleaded, "Please put the gun down."

His voice was laced with horror. "Who the fuck are you?"

Kilahi's words were steady, despite the fear in her eyes. "A messenger of God... I thought I was led here for Mercy, but I can see clearly that God brought me to save you."

Ladi's laughter was cold. "I don't fucking need saving. You can save your trash gospel."

Kilahi's voice remained calm, her eyes locked on Ladi's. "God'swill, please put down the gun. You don't wanna do this."

His expression twisted in anger. "You don't know what I want to do."

"God'swill," Kilahi whispered, her hands raised in a calming gesture.

Ladi's response was curt. "Don't call me by that name!"

The sound of the gun clicking sent a chill down Kilahi's spine, and she lifted her hands in fear, her eyes fixed on Ladi's.

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