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🧬Chapter 62🧬

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11th of April

God's positioning system! (GPS)

"Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make straight your paths."

Proverbs 3:5-6

Some time in 2019, I was to attend a wedding at Ikorodu and I had no idea how to get there. I had never driven anywhere around that axis. People opted to follow me, and initially, I was torn because I felt like now everyone would know my vulnerability and eventually get lost. I made a resolve to use the GPS to locate the wedding venue. I had no idea where I was going, but because I had used the GPS a lot of times and it had never failed me, I trusted so much in the direction it provided up till we got to the wedding venue.

A physical GPS helps you locate a place so you don't get lost, and peradventure you eventually get lost, it helps you find your way out! God has given us a positioning system, a map to guide us, and that's the Word and the Spirit of God. The moment you say "I do" to Jesus and you decide to turn your back against the world, God gave us a manual to navigate around life's route.

'The Word' is literally our map and the Spirit of God, our compass. If only some of can trust God like we trust our GPS! Have you ever stepped into an Uber, watching the driver rely on GPS to navigate to your destination? Despite being unfamiliar with the route, you trust the GPS in the hand of the driver to guide you both. What if we placed the same unwavering faith in God's guidance?

Just as we confidently rely on GPS to lead us to our desired destination, shouldn't we trust God's navigation even more? After all, the arms of flesh may fail, but God's plans are ever infallible! Psalm 37:5 - "Commit your way to the Lord; trust in Him, and He will act."

This is a time to self-reflect, are you at the crossroads? Do you feel you're short of God's guidance and you don't know what to do, God has given you a device to navigate you through those terrains.

Prayer:
Dear Heavenly Father,Thank You for providing Your Word as our GPS. Help us trust Your guidance, even when the route seems uncertain. Make your light shine on our paths and reveal your will and purpose to us, in Jesus name, Amen.

"Amen"  Brenda muttered after reading it then she ran her hands through her hair. "Lord, give me the boldness to tell Daddy off. Just present to me an opportunity. I know there has been many but i ask for boldness. That's what I need, the opportunity doesn't matter now, it's the ability to open my mouth and tell him that I have a man that I'm in love with and his name isn't Tommy. Please Lord, I can't take these lies anymore, I ask for your mercy."

Kilahi knelt down before her Bible and her journal, that had names pasted on it. She ran her fingers across the sticky note that had Aunty Abebi's name on it, "Thou shalt arise, and have mercy upon Aunty Abebi: for the time to favour her, yea, the set time, is come." Her fingers moved across the sticky note that had  'Godswill'. And the Lord says, He will give you a new heart and put a new spirit within you; He will take the heart of stone out of your flesh and give you a heart of flesh. He will put His Spirit within you and cause you to walk in His statutes, and you will keep His judgments and do them. Amen."

For those still asking who played the role "Ossy."😎

Ossy, clad in his uniform approached Jennifer's door holding on the Word Foundation church devotional. He knocked and Jennifer opened up. She was in a blue nightie. "Good morning Aunty Jennifer." "Good morning Ossy."

"You're not dressed up for work."

"I called in sick."

"But you're not sick."

"It's called White lie."

"I hope by the time you'll meet God on judgement day, he'll be so understanding and say, yes my daughter. You can come into heaven for lieing in a white way."

"Are you being sarcastic?" She asked and he shrugged, "Lieing is a sin, there is no white lie or black lie."

"I thought you said you lied to speak to your Mom severally. Good thing I know your story." "I have repent, old things have passed away, if the world ends today, you might not make it to heaven."

Jennifer rolled her eyes, "Did you knock on my door to evangelize this morning?" "Not really. I just want to tell you that what's not good is not good." "See, I'm going through a lot right now. I'm going through borderline anxiety and depression." "I don't want my adulthood to be like this. If I want to use you guys adulthood to judge adulthood, I won't want to grow cause everyone is always passing through problems. Don't you know that God is always there with us?" He asked and tears poured down her eyes.

She pushed the door but Ossy held it back, "Don't close it." "You won't understand, I don't expect you to understand because you're a kid and no one expects you to do anything, you still have like what? Twelve years before you finish secondary school, you still have to go to the university and hey, some is going to pay your school fees, you still have to serve your country and probably wait how many more years before getting married. Me? I have like, how many more years left before I die and everything is just upside down. You, someone has to cook for you, sweep for you and even clean your ass for you."

Ossy laughed, "Point of correction , I wipe my bumbum by myself and I wipe it very clean." He answered and she laughed, "I'm not even in the mood to laugh this morning. Don't you have somewhere to go?" She held back her tears and Ossy smiled.

"When Mummy and I were reading today's devotional together. I learnt something new today, do you know GPS?"

"I have it on my phone."

"What's the full meaning?"

"Are you trying to shame me or put me on the spot?"

"What's the meaning? You're an adult, you're supposed to know it."

Jennifer mimicked him, "You're an adult, you're supposed to know." She paused rolling her eyes then she sighed, "Okay, um..... It's Global.... P... Stands for, I know the S stands for System though. Global.... I swear I know it oh! Why can't I remember, is it the depression? Yes! Global positioning System." She finally  remembered then she danced proudly.

"Your parents will be proud of you wherever they are cause you used 10 minutes to answer one question. My teacher does not even give that much time in our class quiz." He teased and she raised her nose.

"Whatever, I'm still proud of myself. But I'm right shey?"

"Yes but I wasn't talking about that positioning system. Our devotional allowed us to know that there's something called God positioning system."

Jenifer frowned, "Wait... So I just wasted my time to remember what GPS meant." "Not really." He replied handing the devotional to her.  "Now I know you at least allowed school pass through you."

"Look at your Ishi head!"  Jennifer snapped playfully and he laughed.

"You'll see the date, read today's own. While we were reading, Papa talked about those that are lost and how God's GPS helps them. Then I thought of you."

Jennifer gasped, "You think I'm lost? Great!" She replied with a hint of sarcasm . "I don't know. I need God but I feel you need God more than me and I think this devotional will help you." He assumed stretching it at her and she grabbed it.

Hilary stood by the entrance overhearing their conversation. She gave a proud smile, she has never been more proud of her son. She was about to call him for breakfast when she heard him talking to her.

"Bye Aunty Jennifer and have a nice day."

"You too, and, say hi to my mean fan Isaac."

"I don't like this your closeness with mean people you've not met before." He accused and she held back her laughter, "Maybe because I'm mean too. Bye bye." She waved and Hilary cleared her throat walking back into the sitting room. "Ossy, breakfast is ready!" Hilary announced.

He flashed a smile then he walked into the sitting room.

Bimbo who was already dressed for work opened up the door and Deja walked in smiling. "Anyone seeing you now will think you were with man." She teased and Deja giggled. "How was your weekend at Mommy's place?" Bimbo asked, "It was nice, mum was talking me through a lot. Some things actually sank in. It was like, why haven't I been listening to her all along?"

"You'll sha be late for work."

"Mom called Uncle already, she told him I'll be coming late."

Bimbo rolled her eyes, "God when." She said sarcastically, "See, I'm not saying it's bad to be working with an Uncle that will show you favor but not at the expense of you taking advantage of it everytime. There are responsibilities and you need to be accountable for them, not throwing caution to the wind and believing everything will be fine because your Mom will definitely call him up and everything will be fine. You get?"

Deja nodded.

"I have to leave. Not all of us have family relatives as boss."

Deja laughed and Bimbo picked up where she left. "Please, remember house rent oh. July is around the corner, landlord is already giving me that look already and it's just April." "What's the point? You're going to get married right?" Deja asked and Bimbo laughed.

"Aunty, the engagement ring does not come with date." She replied glancing at her ring, "Or is there a date you're seeing that I'm not?" She lifted her head back to Deja, "People stay engaged for years, i don't plan on being a Lady of the ring but I'm willing to give Lanre the time he wants in the world. He has responsibilities too."

Deja shrugged, "Call it a hunch, I just feel you're going to get married before July. Lanre is serious-minded." "I'm not in a rush, when did we start dating again ?When God says it's time, we'll pick it up."

Deja sighed, "I'll go back to living with Mom. Not because of I can't afford to pay on my own. I can sell off my car and pay but I need to have people I'm accountable to around me to keep me in constant check."

"You'll still have me now. Marriage will not stop us from being friends, I hope you know."

"Hm" She replied with a quick shrug, "Aunty, peradventure I  get married this any year, don't take it as a burden to call me up when you need to. Fine, I maybe be busy but not too busy to talk to you, share in your problems and talk about a way out. I've always been there and I'll still be." Bimbo promised and Deja smiled and embraced her.

"You smell nice."

"Thanks. I filled in the garri Ijebu container with fresh one. I won't be coming early, Lanre and I have a date."

"Awn. God when?" Deja teased.

"If I slap you! You that went on a date on Saturday. You better take your time."

Ogiso's anger echoed through the cold, smelly cell, his frustration palpable. Over a week had passed since they'd been locked up, and the uncertainty of their release was suffocating. Ogiso scoffed,. "Play play, we don dey cell for more than one week. Abi this people they whine us?" He muttered, eyes fixed on the ceiling as if searching for answers. His thoughts drifted to Mercy, and a mixture of anxiety and desperation crept into his voice, " Make I no mistakenly see Mercy oh, make Mercy just pack commot forever cause wetin she go use her eyes see ehn, her mouth no go fit talk."

Capricorn pinched him. "You forget say na Ladi babe."

Ogiso whispered back, "No be wetin put us inside this shit in the first place? You don hear Ladi speak for days now? He just dey there, na so so bad dream him dey get since we enter here."

Across the cell, with others In it, Ladi sat withdrawn, arms folded, lost in his own world.

Garba propped his elbow in bed while on a call with the DPO, "Can you give some time? Let's say one day." Garba asked, "I promised you 72 hours and now it's 10 days. These guys are breathing on my neck. I've been avoiding confrontations. I'll be releasing them today."

"If you release Ladi and his guys, Kilahi's life will be at risk."

"Truthfully, that's not our business. You can move her somewhere else until the dust settles."

"She has a life ahead and a wedding to plan for this month." Garba answered, "Those guys would have gotten her if they have an idea where to find her. I'm sure they don't know where she lives therefore she's safe for now but for the safety of my men, I'll need to hand them over. There isn't more I can do." The DPO resolved and Garba exhaled.

"You're right. If they know where she lives, they probably would have attacked by now, the question is, how long till they find out? Well I appreciate the help."

The DPO ended the call glancing at Bella who was stretching and yawning at the same time. He returned his gaze at his phone then he exhaled rubbing his forehead. "What is it?" She asked and he shrugged.

"Nothing."

"I would have probed but then again... You're not exactly my boyfriend so...." She shrugged running her finger on  Garba’s back and a playful smile danced across her lips.“When are you going to seduce Kilahi?” she asked, her voice dripping with teasing curiosity. Garba chuckled softly, the sound deep and inviting.

“It’s not an easy task,” he replied and she raised an eyebrow, skepticism flickering in her eyes, as she leaned closer to him, embedding the urgency of her tone. “I hope you’re aware the wedding is just in days,” she pressed, her playful demeanor giving way to a more serious undertone. Garba sighed dramatically, rolling onto his back to face her, an expression of mock exasperation gracing his features.

“What am I supposed to do, drag her into a room and what? Seduce her?” The very idea seemed ludicrous to him, a challenge that felt insurmountable.

A chuckle escaped Bella’s lips at his reluctance, and she propped herself up on her elbow. “Aren’t you the king of seduction? You have that title right?” Her laughter rang, teasing the edges of their conversation like the morning sun. Garba smirked at the suggestion, the title weighing comfortably on his shoulders, yet doubt tainted his usual confidence.

“Calm down, Bella. Slow and steady wins the race,” Garba replied with a reassuring grin.  “Before you know it, Kilahi will be utterly confused about who she really likes—Gbadamosi or me.”

“You think so?” Garba chuckled, his confidence returning as he sat up, resting his elbows on his knees. “I know I can. All I need is the right approach.” He looked at Bella, his gaze unwavering, igniting a fire of ambition in her. “Kilahi might be smarter than she looks, but she’s also human. Humans can be swayed. Well let the chemistry do the rest. There's an undeniable chemistry between us already."

Bella surged forward, capturing Garba’s lips in a fervent kiss, as if sealing the pact of their unorthodox but playful scheme. He pulls away, "I have a lot planned out for today." "You're traveling out of the country right?"

"Yes, I have somewhere to be"

"The secret African country you said you'll be going to right? " She asked but he responded with an annoying silence. "I get you're in the force, but do you have to be secretive?"

"Unlike you bloggers, we don't leak secrets."

"Report, leak, different word, same meaning. We're more alike than you know." She answered and he rose up. "I'll be in the bathroom."

"Should I join you? We can stop where we left off." She teased picking up her phone and he laughed.

"I'm serious. I have things to do."

Bella groaned, "Do you have airtime?" She asked and he arced his brow offended by the question, "Is that a question?" He asked and she scoffed, "Everyone have that moment." "Never Garba!" "I sort of pissed my PA off yesterday and she won't pick my call at the moment except it's from a strange number."

Garba, "Get a strange number then." "Really?" She asked then she scoffed, "When I have yours." "I don't trust anyone with my phone, much less a blogger."

"What will I possibly want to use your phone for? To fish our Mr President's number?" She snapped and he shrugged, "Maybe."

Bella scoffed, "Oh please! Like you're even close to the Governor of Lagos State." She hissed and he laughed. "What about Kilahi? Do you trust her?" "Well, she's not you, I can say that for a fact."

"I hate her even more."

Garba grinned and approached the bathroom, "Are you going to give me or not? A yes and no will do, you don't have to be a douche about it." She snapped and he walked back to her. He inputted the password and handed the phone to her.

She rolled her eyes and dialed her PA's number, "Hello, who am I onto?" The voice echoed, "Why haven't you been answering my calls? I've been calling all weekend! I can have you fired you know?" Bella snapped.

"You got me." She answered waiting for her boss's next response.

"You have a minute to give me my phone in the bathroom." He whispered and she rolled her eyes, "Is that Tito's voice?" "No.." "Boss, Is it the Hot Hausa guy?" "Yes." "At this rate, are you not scared of infection or AIDS?"

"How is it your business?"

"I'm sorry Ma. The moment you started the call with that deceptive introduction, I just knew you had something up your sleeves. What's going on? Are you using this guy to get scoop or what?"

"I need you to send me my work plans for the day period! Thank you." She yelled enough for Garba to hear. She picked up her phone from the bed then she looked towards the bathroom door to see if Garba was peeping. "Boss, I'm here, you don't have to should but whatever, let just keep up with your antiques, I'm sure there's a why to it. I just hope it's work-related."

She quickly scrolled to Garba's last call – 'DPO Usman'. She saved the number on her phone, then sighed, looking around cautiously, assuming Garba could be that cautious to fix a CCTV camera.

"You know what, dear, just send me my itinerary for the day. Thank you," She ended the call.

Bella walked into the bathroom, where Garba stood with soap suds all over his body. "Barely two minutes and I came to return," Bella said, her voice husky.

Garba's eyes met hers. She lifted the phone and placed it on the bathroom counter, beside the sink.

"Guess what? I took the President's number," She he teased, moving in and he laughed, "I have plans Bella." "Your asewo has to be on another level cause I haven't even gotten close and your already stammering. We live in a liberal world, you can always say no." She whispered and he hid his amusement .

"I have plans Bella."

"Newsflash Garba, I do too." She answered turning on the shower and he grinned grabbing her by the waist.

Kilahi stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel with water dripping off her body, a warm smile still lingering on her face from her morning devotion. Her phone rang, breaking the silence, and she quickly answered.

"Good morning, Ma'am," Kilahi said, her voice filled with excitement.

"Good morning Kilahi, you sound happy," Pastor AmazingGrace echoed from the other end, her voice warm and soothing.

"I'm happy to hear from you, Ma. How are you and the family?" Kilahi asked, settling onto the edge of her bed, cradling the phone between her ear and shoulder.

"We are all fine by the grace of God. How's the wedding preparation from your end? Are you nervous?" Pastor AmazingGrace inquired.

Kilahi's eyes sparkled. "Yes," she replied sincerely. She was happy to share her concerns with Pastor AmazingGrace, knowing she would offer valuable guidance.

"Wanna talk? I know you've got work, but can we spare five minutes?" Pastor AmazingGrace asked.

Kilahi nodded, even though she knew Pastor AmazingGrace couldn't see her. "I'd love to talk, Ma. I'm just thinking of the Pad initiative. I have sponsors, but I'm feeling like I rushed it. I can't just help thinking that I'm getting into marriage financially unprepared. I don't want to have to ask Gbadamosi for everything," Kilahi confessed, her brow furrowed in concern.

"I suggested that I sew my wedding gown, but now he's already made payments to have someone do it." "Well, that's on me cause I gave him the contact of someone I trust so well," Pastor AmazingGrace confessed.

Kilahi groaned in frustration, "But I would have sewn my wedding dress and cut cost." "It's your wedding month. You won't want to have your wedding looking all stressed; you need to look like a well-rested baby girl that day. You're going to need your strength," Pastor AmazingGrace advised.

Kilahi widened her eyes. "Why is everyone talking about strength as though sex is a physical exercise that requires strength?" she asked, amusement lacing her voice.

Pastor AmazingGrace laughed. "I wasn't even talking about sex. The sex is just the icing on the cake; there's a process the cake passes through before it becomes a cake. The wedding activities will take a toll on you as a bride."

"Did it take a toll on you?" Kilahi inquired.

"In a kind of way, but as a wedding planner, I had to put systems in place to make sure I don't get overly stressed. It's your big day; I'm sure Gbadamosi will be waking up by 5 to prepare for church the following morning. It's going to be a different life from what you've lived. You're going to be waking up in front of a man, and for a second, you might wonder, what's a man doing in my bed, before you'll remember, oh yes, I just got married," Pastor AmazingGrace explained.

Kilahi chuckled. "The fact that he's the one paying is just so annoying. He calls and asks me, is there anything you want? Is there anything you want paid for? He thinks I can't pay for somethings, and he's trying to shoulder them. Sometimes I'll just sit and think, will he remind me he paid for everything after we get married? I wish I had a job earlier!"

"I understand where you're coming from, but all things work together for good for those who love God. You met Gbadamosi and got the job exactly in God's timeframe. I know you're sad he's footing all bills, but to keep you from wallowing in self-pity, see it as him making sacrifices to get value. Gbadamosi and Bam Bam will always talk about getting products they value, and they'll always go to great lengths to get that value. Now imagine a human being that has value. You'll go the ends of the earth and pay whatever to get that value. He came to pluck a flower because he knows the value of the flower. Don't wallow in self-pity. If there's anything you can do to help yourself financially, do," Pastor AmazingGrace counseled.

Kilahi smiled, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. "Thank you so much, Ma."

"While I was praying this morning, God gave me a word for you from the book of Proverbs 4, verses 23 to 26. I read from NLT: 'Guard your heart above all else, for it determines the course of your life. Avoid all perverse talk; stay away from corrupt speech. Look straight ahead, and fix your eyes on what lies before you. Mark out a straight path for your feet; stay on the safe path,'" Pastor AmazingGrace quoted.

Kilahi's eyes narrowed. "Okay... I'm a bit confused though," she admitted.

"Then God said, warn Kilahi to guard her heart, for I have set before her a straight path. There may be hurdles, but if she takes her eyes off the things that matter, she might fall while jumping," Pastor AmazingGrace elaborated.

Kilahi's grip on the phone tightened. "What does it mean, Ma? Is God talking about my relationship with people?"

"How's your spiritual life? Are you being distracted?" Pastor AmazingGrace asked.

Kilahi scoffed. "No, Ma'am. I prayed today, and I received messages from God on the things I prayed for. I'm shocked He whispered to you. Why didn't He tell me?"

"I know of someone who wanted to start another line of business with an associate, and God constantly told her not to, but because she was strong-headed, she didn't listen. Then God sent the message through me, but she ignored it until she got duped of 5 million naira. Then it made sense to her why God was against the business; it wasn't the business per se, it was the associate. Association matters; she was depressed and went for a month's retreat as a form of redemption. May this not happen to you," Pastor AmazingGrace cautioned.

Her eyes widened. "Amen. Can God be talking about the initiative? I heard God clearly; the initiative was an idea I got from Him, and even when I went to God in prayer, I received confirmation."

"I don't know what God meant, but I know you're in the right place to examine yourself and know what God meant by that warning. Take time to pray and seek clarity," Pastor AmazingGrace advised.

Kilahi nodded, determination etched on her face. "I will, Ma. Thank you for being a vessel through which God sends His word."

"You're welcome, my dear. Remember, God's word is a lamp unto your feet. Hold onto it, and you'll never stumble. I'll be praying for you," She reassured.

"Thank you, Ma. I appreciate it," Kilahi said, feeling a sense of peace settle over her.

The call ended, and she sat in contemplative silence, her heart filled with a mix of emotion. She closed her eyes and began to pray.

Sefa's fingers hovered over her phone screen, her eyes scanning the WhatsApp chat she had just posted.

The caption read: "A clay helped by God. Have you met a better Potter who takes away the impurities in a clay and then moulds it into a fine pot?

Meet the fine pot. I'm broken, I'm moulded. The Potter is intentional about me.

She smiled, feeling a sense of peace wash over her. Her friends began to respond.

Pearl: Fine pot, how far? Have you gotten your admission yet?

No, Jamb results just got out.

Pearl: Are you seriously waiting for federal university to call off strike? The way it's going, the strike might take seven months.

God forbid.

Pearl: See, Teju that's supposed to be in school. Although he's flexing in Ghana but my cousin who started three years ago, is already planning to sign out. Wahala for who wan waste him time for federal university. Private all the way, I'll forward the University information to you. It's in Benin city, you should tell your parents about it.

Sefa sighed, her mind wandering to the uncertainty of her academic future.

Don't worry, God has the final say.

Pearl: Say that to those screening officers walking around asking for names to add to admission list. Do you think they make use of scores? I stopped being deceived years ago.

Sefa's phone beeped again- another message.

Teju: Hey.

Sefa's heart skipped a beat.

Hey.

Teju: I remember this picture. It was last year right?

Yes

Can I be the fire under which this pot becomes useful?

Depending on the kind of fire?

Teju: It's normal fire now.

In what context? You do have the tendency to be carnal.
T

eju: See who's talking.

I know I was once guilty but you've grown worst. Is your Dad not cautious of the friends I roll with in Ghana?

Teju: They are neighbors.

I don't like them.

Teju: I miss you Sef. I miss us.

He sent an old picture of the two of them. Sefa's eyes stung, memories flooding her mind.

Just then, another message popped in.

Dr. Ire:Good morning Pot.

Sefa smiled, grateful for this his kind of distraction.

Good morning Dr. Ire.

Dr. Ire: How are you this morning?

Sorry I couldn't return your calls in the evening. There was an emergency.

Dr. Ire: Weren't you supposed to be on your off?

I got a call about one of my patients.

Sefa's concern grew as she got the vibe that Ire wasn't himself.

Are you okay?

Dr. Ire: Yes.

Have you eaten?

Dr. Ire: Seffy, I'm fine.

Is it something serious?

Dr. Ire: I'm fine.

Sefa wasn't convinced so  she instantly called him via Whatsapp.

"Hey Ire, Can I come over?" "Why? I'm fine" He asked and she shrugged, "Maybe cause I don't like the way you sound." " How do I sound?"

"Like an infectious cold. You're quite the contagious virus in a good way... Now you sound like a bad influenza advertising cold, cough and catarrh on a show glass."

Dr. Ire chuckled softly then he added, "Seffy, I'm fine."

Sefa's eyes narrowed."Did you just fake a laughter to make me feel okay?" She asked and he laughed even more. "Seffy, I'm fine."

Shr still wasn't convinced.

" Can I come over?"

" Your mom won't agree. Don't get into problems with her." "If I successfully get Mom to agree, you're going to be seeing me there."

"You don't have to."

"You're just saying your own."

Brenda stood frozen, gazing at the stunning short green fringe gown on her bed, courtesy of Tommy. He had it delivered the previous day. What accompanied the gown was a sleek box containing exquisite gold earrings and a matching necklace. As she admired the jewelry, her mind wandered to the price tag and the complicated recent experience she has had with Tommy.

"God, how did it get to this point? How did I let It get out of hand? Lord, what should I do? Can you please give me a sign?" She asked. Just as she was lost in thought, her phone buzzed- It was Ugo, and her heart skipped a beat. She hesitated, then answered, feeling a surge of guilt.

Is this the sign? Is she supposed to tell him?

"Good morning Sunshine," His warm voice filled the line, it felt like someone brought out an ice cream from the freezer cause she was melting. There was just something soothing about his voice- something Tommy's voice can never do!  Something about Ugo, assuring her that everything will be okay that makes everything okay.

"Good morning Baby." She said sounding off from guilt. "What's up? You sound weird." He asked and her eyes drifted back to the gown and jewelry. "Maybe cause I'm feeling weird." She replied, evading the truth.

As she chatted with Ugo, her internal debate intensified. Should she confess about Tommy's doings these fast few days or keep quiet?

"There's this event tonight, it's a fund raiser for cardiovascular research. Dr Oke called in last minute for an exchange. He won't be coming in, so he asked me to step in on his behalf. I didn't want to go initially but the invite says, come with a date."

"Really??"

"Yes.  Trust me, it's going to be a long boring night, you might sleep off from them speaking stuff you probably don't understand but I want you to know you'll have me and I'll be more than happy to have you to gossip with. Will you be my date?"

Brenda looked up to the ceiling, almost bitting her lips for already accepting to be Tommy's date to another event! Ugh! Of course she would have loved to go with him!

She sat down out of weakness then she took a loud sigh.

"You're not saying anything."

"I'm sorry. I'm not having the best moments, I'm not feeling too well." "How do you feel?"

"I can't put in words, I'm weak Ugo."

"Can you meet me at the hospital? Let's run a test, when last did you treat malaria?"

Brenda tightened her fist, "I can't remember." "What are the symptoms?" "Baby, I'm fine." "Are you sure?" "Yes. I wish I can come along with you but I can't."

He groaned in disappointment, "It's fine. I'll call Shalewa." He suggested and she almost got mad! This was supposed to be her first time going out with her man.

She hated the fact she was lying to him ! What was she supposed to say? Lie about another supposed dinner?

"Can I come over to see you?" He asked, oblivious to her turmoil and she forced a smile, feeling torn. "No." "Brenda, if you're not feeling fine, I can get someone to stand in my stead. I can come over to the house."

"I'm fine, I'm just really angry that I can't come with you. How I really want to flaunt you as my boyfriend, now you'll be going with your second girlfriend."

"First girlfriend by the way."

"Geez, was that supposed to make me feel okay or jealous?" She asked and he laughed then she groaned in regrets.

"I want to be with my man." She confessed breaking into tears, "Brenda, is everything okay?" "Yes." She replied wiping the tears, "I'm just... I don't know."

"Should I come over?"

"There's no need."

"Take care dear and I miss you."

"I miss you too."

As the call ended, Brenda's gaze lingered on the gown. She knew she had to make a decision – one that would either break her father's heart or safeguard her blossoming relationship with Ugo. She bursted into tears and knelt down, "God, I know everything is pointing towards telling him but there's my earthly father and what he wants for me. Heavenly Father, I'm torned between what you want and what my earthly father wants. I don't know what to do. Please do something, position things in my favor."

Mrs Arolowo heard the whispers of her husband in the kitchen. She rolled her eyes to think he would stoop so low as to go to the kitchen to talk to a side chick. She scoffed and approached the kitchen, then she stood by the door listening in to her husband. Her eyes narrowed as she  listened in on her husband's conversation. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her husband of many years, was conspiring with Tommy.

"It won't be early to ask her to marry you, no Tomisin. The earlier the better, she's confused at the moment, with this so-called doctor in the way, you need to prove your love..." His words soaked with manipulation.

Mrs. Arolowo's anger simmered as she stepped into the kitchen, her presence interrupting Mr Arolowo'scall. "You know what Tommy, my wife is here," Jacob said hastily, ending the conversation.

The kitchen was filled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, but the tension in the air was palpable. Mrs. Arolowo stood frozen, her eyes fixed on her husband, as he spoke on the phone. His words cut through her like a knife, and she couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"It won't be early to ask her to marry you, no Tomisin. The earlier the better, she's confused at the moment, with this so-called doctor in the way, you need to prove your love...," He said with conviction.

Mrs. Arolowo's eyes narrowed, her mind racing with thought. How could her be so callous, so willing to sacrifice their daughter's happiness for material gain?

As he continued speaking, Mrs. Arolowo's anger simmered, threatening to boil over. She scoffed, stepping into the kitchen, and he instantly adjusted, ending the call. His wife noticed a cup of coffee in his hand.

"Tommy, my wife is here," Hr said, forcing a smile.

"My regards to her," Tommy replied.

"I certainly will extend it to her," He said, ending the call.

Mrs. Arolowo's face twisted in disgust. "That was Tommy," He noted, attempting to sound nonchalant.

"I realized," Mrs. Arolowo answered with a stern look.

"My future in-law," Jacob added, oblivious to the storm brewing.

Mrs. Arolowo scoffed, "Honey, have you no shame?" She asked, her voice rising.

Mr Arolowo's expression changed, shock etched on his face. "I don't understand, where's this negative energy coming from?" "I overheard your shameless conversation with Tomisin. How did you know about the doctor?"

Her husband shifted uncomfortably dropping the cup of coffee on the kitchen counter. "I also overheard a certain conversation you had with our daughter."

Mrs. Arolowo's face fell, her mind racing back to the conversation she had with Brenda. "Make me understand, was it the day... I should have known, gosh! I should have known the moment you started dishing that bullshit about being spiritual in your convictions on Tommy and how it was an answered prayer."

"Watch your language and reduce your voice, woman."

His wife's laughter was cold, mirthless. "We are past that!" She yelled, her voice echoing through the kitchen. Mr Arolowo'seyes narrowed then he walked to the kitchen entrance peeping to see if Brenda was nearby.

He turned towards his wife giving her a stern look. "If Brenda hears this." "What will happen? Jacob, Anifowose Arolowo, you're shameless!" She snapped quietly, "How can you sacrifice your daughter's happiness for what? Your daughter is in love with another man."

Her husband's face twisted, his true nature revealed. "Will he be able to fund her lavish expenses?" He sneered questioning Ugo's financial capacity.

Mrs. Arolowo's eyes widened, shock and disgust warring within her. "We're still her, parents, we can support her." she whispered, her voice trembling.

"Support me? And it's my money, not yours, mine," He spat.

Mrs. Arolowo blinked, she felt like her world was crumbling around her, "Wow, Jacob, I had a job before we married, I was doing well, so don't stand here talking about money like I've never had to work for one! Brenda is dating Ugo, he's a good man."

Her husband snorted. "Tommy is a good man too. With him, I know and I'll be rest assured that my daughter is in good hands. You wanted this too! Wasn't that why you match-made the two of them at the wedding?"

Mrs. Arolowo's face contorted in anguish,"Yes! But then God brought Ugo as an answered prayer, they've met multiple times and God brought them together once again at the wedding. It's a beautiful love story, but if you're not being selfish, you would have seen it."

Mr Arolowo'sexpression turned cold, "What has love got to do with marriage?" This response sent chills running down her spine. "Money is the live wire of any marriage, not religion, not love. I made you my wife, I paid your bride price, money made you the way you are, not love. Every expensive dress I've gotten for you, love didn't buy it, no, it was money! Medicine is a noble profession that commands respect, but let's be realistic - Tommy's earnings surpass those of any doctor, much less one as young as he is. And considering they both share a love for travel, they can enjoy globe-trotting adventures together."

"Marriage is not foreign exchange. What about love?" Her voice cracked, "Love doesn't sustain a home, money does. This Igbo guy doesn't have the financial capacity to be with my daughter. I've done my research and investigation. He's earning really well but he doesn't have it."

Mrs. Arolowo leaned against the kitchen counter, her legs trembling beneath her. Mr Arolowo'swords had left her breathless, his callousness staggering. She felt like she had  been punched in the guts.

"At least, he's earning money the right way, not from crooked politicians unlike you. Most medical doctors earn more than lawyers, but I chose you, you weren't earning much but I chose you." She whispered, her voice laced with pain.

"Honey, I chose you. It's one thing to introduce our kids to men but let them choose. Brenda deserves to choose."

"Do you see me holding her hand. Do you think she's not interested in all those flashy things Tommy has been getting? Money makes the heart love."

" She doesn't even like Tommy."

"Give her time," He said, his voice devoid of empathy.

Her yes flashed in anger, "I'm telling her." She snapped walking away and her husband pulled her back.

"Don't make me angry, dear," He warned. Mrs. Arolowo spun around, her eyes flashing. "Are you going to beat me up?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Mr Arolowo's face twisted. "No! Tommy will be proposing today, aren't you happy that your daughter will be getting married? Our daughter!"

She sighed, her shoulders sagging, "The only thing I care about is my daughter's happiness."

His expression turned cold. "Think of how she'll feel when I cut her off, when she's no longer able to pay her travel ticket. That's what's going to happen when she picks that doctor."

Mrs. Arolowo's eyes widened, horror etched on her face. "Gbadamosi wasn't all that rich, but we chose him," she whispered.

He snorted. "I still don't know what I was thinking when I agreed to the idea. The man's a complete idiot!"

With that, he walked out of the kitchen, leaving Mrs. Arolowo in tears. She slumped against the counter, her body shaking with sobs.

How had it come to this? She thought, her mind reeling. Her husband's obsession with wealth and status had consumed him, and now he wanted to sacrifice their daughter's happiness for it.

Aunty Mabel stepped into the kitchen, the warm scent of freshly cooked rice and stew filled the kitchen. She dropped a dirty dish into the sink, the clatter echoing through the room. Sefa, standing at the sink, rinsed out a utensil, her hands moving with practiced efficiency.

"Weldone, dear," Aunty Mabel said, smiling.

"Thank you, Mommy," Sefa replied, wondering how she was going to start the conversation about her going out to meet Ire. Just as her mother turned to leave, she called out, her tone hesitant, "Mommy."

Aunty Mabel turned back, her gaze meeting her daughter's. "What is it, dear?" "Nothing. It's nothing, can I dish the stew into the plate and then put it in the freezer?" "Yes." She answered, "Are you sure that's what you wanted to say?" "Yes." "Are you sure? What do you want? Data subscription? Money? Is it not you again?" Her mother guessed and she laughed nervously.

"You got me! Mom, can I ask a favor? You can say no if you want. If you do, I'll completely understand, but if you say yes, I'll be really excited, and I promise not to disappoint you."

Her mother's brow arched, her curiosity heightened, "Would it be fair to just say no and avoid this topic?" She teased. With her daughter, she just doesn't know what to expect.  Sefa's face fell, her lips pouting. "Mommy noowww!" She emphasized, her voice dripping with persuasion.

Aunty Mabel chuckled. "Alright, alright. What's the favor?"

Sefa took a deep breath. "Can I go out?" "Depending on where you're going to," Aunty Mabel replied, her tone cautious.

Sefa's eyes locked onto her mother's. "To the hospital where Dr. Ire works." "Now you're trying to make it sound like a strict meeting when you're on first-name basis with this guy. Dr. Ire, kor, do you call him Dr. Ire? Even the last time he came here, you called him Ire."

Sefa's cheeks flushed,  "Sometimes I do.  It was his request to be called Ire." "What's happening at the hospital?" "He's supposed to be on off-duty, but he's at the hospital, and when I spoke to him, he wasn't sounding too fine. I'm just worried for a friend. I want to be sure he's fine."

Aunty Mabel's laughter filled the room, "Weldone, when did you become a doctor?" She asked, her tone laced with mockery.

Sefa pouted,  "Can't I be worried for a friend?"

Aunty Mabel's expression sobered, "Yes. I opened my arms to Teju, I let you visit, not knowing you were having sex with him. Imagine those times you'll say, Mummy, Teju's Mom just called, he's not feeling fine. I want to go and see him. Not me thinking his mother was present, I never knew he had an absent Mom!"  "Ire isn't that way, Mom. You've met him."

Aunty Mabel's eyes searched Sefa's face. "It's going to take more than that to make me really trust him."  "He doesn't see me that way, Mom. He sees me as a junior sister. I'm the same age with his missing sister."

Aunty Mabel's response was laced with skepticism. "Na so."

Sefa sensed her mother's doubt and felt a surge of frustration. She knew she had to reassure her mother, to make her understand that Ire was different. "Mom, I—"

Aunty Mabel held up a hand, cutting her off, her expression softened. "Let's talk about this, Sefa. I want to understand something about men." Her mother leaned against the kitchen counter, her eyes locked onto Sefa's. "Your dad and I had plans ehn, to focus on our education before having sex, getting married and giving birth. But I'll frequently visit him, cook for him  innocently. It was this particular day, I think the fifth night I spent the night with him. I've spending the night other days and it has been almost neutral if you know what I mean. There were sparks but I'll deny it and just feel so invincible, I felt we had everything figured out. One thing led to another and boom! You father and I broke that promise we had made to ourselves. I got pregnant with Sewuese after that night, I wasn't part of the plan. There were a lot I had to give up after I got pregnant, including my post at the fellowship. It was a period of shame for me, fine, your father and I ended up getting married, but it was never easy. With purpose comes plans, with plans you need focus, the moment you lose your focus on your already laid down plan, purpose crumbles. What makes you so sure he's not interested in you romantically?"

Sefa took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. "Mom, Ire has been mentoring me since I met him. He's always been kind, supportive, and genuinely interested in my well-being. We talk about medicine, science, and life in general. He's never made me feel uncomfortable or hinted at anything romantic."

Aunty Mabel's gaze narrowed, "And what about his demeanor? Does he flirt or make suggestive comments?"

Sefa shook her head firmly. "No, Mom. He treats me like a younger sister, always offering advice and guidance when I need it."

Her mom raised an eyebrow. "And your feelings?"

Sefa shrugged, . "What about them?"

"Are you going to deny that you like him?" Her mom pressed.

Sefa sighed. "I don't."

Her mom chuckled. "Hm, and I'm not married to your dad, and I only have one child."

Sefa laughed. "Mom!"

Her mom's expression turned serious. "You may have fooled me in the past, but not anymore, Sefa. I know you." "Okay, I may admire him and low key wish my future husband has his characteristics, but I respect him enough not to act on it. Mommy, I'm more focused than I was. God has something in store for me, and having a boyfriend is the last thing on my mind. I'm just open to exploring all that God has for me."

Her mom's eyes narrowed. "I want to trust your judgment, dear, but as your mother, it's my duty to worry. He seems like a good man, but what if he's hiding his true intentions?"

Sefa's confidence remained unwavering,  "I'm sure he's not hiding anything."  "It's well. If I sense even a hint of impropriety, I'll step in. Sefa, I'll step in."

Sefa's face lit up with relief, she knew her mom was set on agreement, "Thank you, Mommy! I promise to be careful and responsible." "You can go check on your friend, but don't forget to call me as soon as you arrive."

Sefa nodded. "I will, I love you, Mom!" "Love you too, dear," Aunty Mabel replied watching her daughter head for the door then she, addee "And Sefa, don't forget the plate!"

She chuckled, returning to resume washing the dishes. "Yeah... Sorry, I was just excited. Thank you, Mom!"

Bella slammed the car door shut, frustration radiating from her. On the screen of her phone was Kilahi's sensitization for the "Pad a girl" initiative. It didn't make sense for her to have sponsors so quick!

A vendor's call broke the tense silence, requesting the return of the limited edition Chanel bag she had borrowed for an event.

"Didn't you get sales from the last post I made?" Bella asked.

"Yes, you did mention our store," The vendor replied, "But I paid for that advertisement. If I gift you that limited edition bag, what profit would I make ehn?". "Imagine me going back to tell everyone those bags are fake. Hmm, I wonder what would happen. Imagine the law suit that will follow and then you'll have to prove the authenticity of the so called branded bags you sell. " Her voice took on a casual tone, but the threat beneath was unmistakable.

"Is that a threat?"  The vendor asked, fear creeping into their voice.

"No. " She replied, Bella's denial was swift, "I have another event and I'd like to use the bag. Honestly, I'm not a handbag enthusiast; I'd have to be out of my mind to spend precious dollars on one. But I drive sales to your store. The least you can do is show gratitude. And let this conversation stay between us. If you're recording this call, I swear I'll make your life in Lagos miserable. And no, it's not just your bag business, to your marriage, to your cheating habits.Use your sixth and seventh sense cause I'm obviously the last person you want to mess with."

The vendor's uneasy silence hung in the air before Bella ended the call.

Taking a deep breath, she composed herself, her expression smoothing into a mask of calm. She took a deep breath, composing herself before dialing the DPO's number on her phone.

"Hello," a deep, baritone voice answered, its Northern tone unmistakable.

"Good morning, Sir," Bella said, her voice sweet and courteous. "Am I speaking to the Deputy Officer?"

"Yes, who are you?" The DPO asked, his tone neutral.

"I have a case I want to report," Bella replied, her eyes scanning the surrounding area. "Will you be at the police station? I got this contact from an associate who assured me you'd be of great help."

There was a brief pause before the DPO responded, "Oh, perhaps you should come in later in the day. I won't be on seat until daytime."

"Thank you so much, Sir," Bella said, her smile mischievous. "What branch is the police station again? I wasn't informed. My associate only gave me a number to call."

The DPO's tone turned slightly wary. "Which associate gave you this number?"

Bella's smile widened. "Just an acquaintance, Sir. He said you're the best person to handle my case. He vouched for your integrity in handling these matters."

The DPO cleared his throat. "Alright, ma'am. The police station is at Area 3, Olaniran road. Come around 2 pm, I should be there."

"Thank you, Sir. I appreciate it," Bella said, ending the call.

As she started the engine, her smirk grew.

Aunty Abebi walked into the lobby, in her blue suit and skirt, she had fatigue etched on her face. A black handbag hung from her shoulder, and a square carton was clutched tightly in her hand.

"Good morning, Aunty Abebi," Moni, the secretary, greeted warmly. Aunty Abebi barely broke stride, her eyes locked on Moni. "Good morning. Any updates?"

Moni's eyes flicked to the notepad on the counter. "Yes, ma'am. There's an update on the Anietie vs. State case, the one we're providing pro-bono services for. The court has scheduled a hearing for next week."

Aunty Abebi's expression remained unreadable. "I'm aware."

Moni continued, "The press called, they want to know if Saturday is still on and there's a meeting with the Board of Trustees at 2 PM today to discuss the upcoming charity gala. Also, a letter came from the Ministry of Justice regarding our recent application for funding for the Justice for All project, and you have several grant applications to review, including one from the Global Fund for Widows."

Aunty Abebi's brow raised in concern. "Slow down, why are you telling me all of this? Is Aisha not here yet?"

Moni hesitated. "Ma'am... Didn't she call you?"

Aunty Abebi's eyes narrowed. "If she did, I wouldn't be asking you."

Moni's voice dropped. "Mrs. Aisha called, she said she won't be coming till tomorrow."

Aunty Abebi's expression turned thoughtful. She wondered why Aisha was staying away from work again. Could Baba's health have taken a turn for the worse? The thought lingered, then she turned to Moni.

"Kilahi?"

"In the office," Moni replied.

Aunty Abebi's face relaxed slightly. "Thank God! I thought she would have gone training." She sighed in relief. "Um, tell her to see me in my office, and also call in Didi, Mr. Felix, and Ibrahim. I need all the good heads possible." "Yes Ma'am." "And Moni?" She called out and Moni widened her eyes in attention.

"Order one box of chicken and chips. I am famished, please make it two! With the schedule on ground, I might skip lunch."

"Okay Ma'am."

"And my regular coffee please."

"Yes Ma."

With that, Aunty Abebi swept into her office, the carton and handbag deposited on her cluttered desk. Binders stacked haphazardly, she pushed them aside to make room. Her mind wandered back to her father, and she rolled her eyes, wondering if something had happened.

She picked up her phone and dialed Aisha's number.

"Good morning, Aunty Abebi," Aisha answered.

"Good morning, Aisha. Should I remind you that the foundation belongs to you, not me or Kilahi? You've delegated so much to that poor girl, who has a wedding and a program coming up."

Aisha's voice was apologetic. "I'm sorry. I'm going to need you guys to hold the Forte for me a little while."

Aunty Abebi's curiosity got the better of her. "What's going on? Did something bad happen to your father?"

"Allah ya kiyaye, (God forbid)" Aisha replied, "I take it he's fine then," Aunty Abebi said, relief evident in her voice.

"Yes, he is."

Aunty Abebi's tone turned dry. "I've been hearing it's his last moments for four months now. That's the life of the wicked, they live long. There might be no peace for them, but they certainly live long."

"Do I sense care?" Mrs Aisha's voice held a hint of surprise.

Aunty Abebi scoffed. "Oh, please! I simply called to know if you were already planning a burial."

"Do you want to talk to him?"  Mrs Aisha's offer caught Aunty Abebi off guard. "Should I give Baba the phone?" She added.

Aunty Abebi hesitated, unsure if she was ready to talk to her father. Before she could respond, she heard her father's weak voice.

"Abebi."

She ended the call abruptly.

Kilahi stepped into the office, a bright smile on her face. "Good morning, Ma."

Aunty Abebi raised an eyebrow. "I wonder why you're not training today." "Someone is trying to hide the excitement of seeing me."

"Oh please."

"I'll be checking my wedding dress today. That was why I rescheduled my plans to train."

Aunty Abebi laughed, "That's funny, didn't you say you were going to sew your wedding dress yourself?"

Kilahi chuckled, "Same thing I told Gbadamosi, only to get a call that my fiancé had already made down payments for a gown, and I'm supposed to check out the designer today."

Aunty Abebi's eyes narrowed. "Today?"

"Yes."

"What time?"

"By 2 pm. I already informed Mrs Aisha on Friday, I didn't know she won't be coming."

Aunty Abebi rolled her eyes. "Shocked me too."

Kilahi's expression turned serious. "Aunty Abebi, bite me if you want, but I think you should be in Abuja too. What if something bad happens to your father?"

Aunty Abebi's face hardened. "He's not my father." "We can go back and forth about this, but you know his blood courses through your veins. I never had the opportunity to say goodbye to my parents, Ma. You might be angry about what he's done, but when—if your father dies without getting your forgiveness—you'll feel worse!"  "Change the topic, Kilahi. Please?"

Kilahi nodded. "Yes, Ma'am."

Aunty Abebi pushed the carton toward Kilahi. "That's for you."

"What's in here?" Kilahi asked, curiosity etched on her face.

Aunty Abebi smiled with a shrug, "Open it, don't ask me."

Kilahi opened it up to see the box full of a particular brand of sanitary pads. "Awn. Thank you, Ma."

Aunty Abebi's eyes crinkled. "You're welcome. I figured since I'll be reaching menopause soon, there's no use for this."

Kilahi's eyes sparkled. "There's no way you got all of these from the house. Is that your way of saying you care too much about these children you've never met—that you got them pads?"

"I blame it on the pre-menopause hormone" Aunty Abebi rolled her eyes, a hint of embarrassment in her voice and both women laughed, breaking the tension.

There was a knock on the door and they both composed themselves. Then Mr. Felix and Didi walked in. Aunty Abebi's expression transformed into her signature sternness.

9:45 am

Gbadamosi settled into the chair in the church office, a opened Bible on the desk. A warm smile spread across his face as he dialed Bimbo's number, his eyes fixed on the package wrapped in a thick brown carton across the office floor. The delivery company had just informed him that it had arrived, and he couldn't wait to thank Bimbo personally.

"Bimbo, good morning," he said, his voice filled with warmth.

"Good morning, Papa," she replied, her voice resonated through the loud speaker.

"I hope you're free to talk?" Gbadamosi asked, though he knew she would always make time for him.

"Yes, Sir. Hope no problem?" Concern laced her words, her voice tinged with a hint of worry.

"None at all," He reassured her, his tone soothing. "I just received your package – the garri Ijebu. Thank you so much."

Bimbo chuckled on the other end of the line. "Oh, I'm glad. I was worried it might not get to you on time. There were people making demands for the garri, and I just couldn't meet up with some of their demands. It's well, Grandma's garri Ijebu is just too precious." Her voice was filled with pride, her heritage evident in the way she spoke about the garri.

Gbadamosi nodded.  "You know, Bimbo, have you considered making this a side job?" He leaned back in his chair, drumming on the desk with his fingers as he awaited her response.

There was a brief pause before Bimbo laughed nervously. "What's funny?" He asked in curiousity.

"Nothing, really," She  clarified.

"I mean it. You could create an Ijebu garri brand. You're already meeting demands, after all."

Bimbo's laughter turned into a gentle giggle. "Me selling garri Ijebu, Sir? Not like it's shameful or anything. It's just funny; I've never thought of it."

Gbadamosi's tone turned slightly sarcastic. "Aren't you doing that now? You're already making sales."

"I know, Papa," Bimbo admitted, "But there are people already in that line."

"Really? I didn't know." He replied sarcastically, then he let out a soft snort, "If that was the way Klin and other detergent brands thought, they probably would have allowed the dominance of Omo deter them. Did you use the blue Omo? I'm sure you did at some point." He asked, "Yes, Papa," Bimbo replied in laughter.

Gbadamosi pressed on, his point made. "Just because there's competition in the market shouldn't stop you from producing alternatives. It's a good initiative. Don't feel like I'm putting you on the spot or pressurizing you; it's something to think about. I received your gift and felt led to advise you. You'll need more than one source of income for what's coming." His words were measured, filled with a sense of urgency.

Bimbo's laughter turned uneasy. "What's coming again? Another COVID? Or World War Three? God forbid." She quickly dismissed the thought.

"Papa, is this a parable?" She asked, curiosity creeping into her voice.

"Whatever you want to see it as," Gbadamosi replied, his words cryptic. "I feel you'll do well at it. Your marketing skills are commendable – even your pastor doesn't rely on one income. Versatility is key. Think deeply on this." His voice was filled with conviction.

Her resolve strengthened, "Okay, Daddy. Thank you. I do hope you enjoy the garri."

"I definitely will," Gbadamosi said, a smile creeping back onto his face. "Take care, Bimbo."

As they ended the call, Gbadamosi leaned back in his chair, lost in thought. He genuinely believed Bimbo had potential in the garri business, and he hoped she would take his advice to heart.

In the hospital lounge, Sefa approached Ire who was deep in thought. She held a tray containing a bottle of fresh Yo yoghurt and a plate of jollof rice and boil egg." She dropped it on the table he was seated at.

He lifted his head and assumed she got the food for herself. "I didn't know your preference, I just grabbed something," Sefa said, concern etched on her face.

"Seffy, you didn't have to," Ire replied, "Is that the thank you I deserve?" She asked and he chuckled. "I haven't eaten since last night."  "You're welcome. The price of the rice was decent, I was like wow, and when I asked them the kind of protein they had, they mentioned chicken and turkey. The moment I heard the price of their chicken, I had to settle for the offspring."

Ire chuckled, "Toor, in Aunty Kilahi's voice, All protein na protein." "Thank you."

"Of course, you're welcome." Sefa said. "You need to keep your strength up."

Ire nodded, leaning against the lounge's couch. Sefa switched and sat beside him.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Sefa asked gently. "I've never seen you like this, even with your sister's disappearance."

Ire's expression darkened. "I almost lost a patient," he said, his voice cracking. "During surgery?" "No. Toluwani, is a 16-year-old sickle cell patient. She attempted suicide yesterday evening."

Sefa's eyes widened, "Oh no, I'm so sorry. What happened?"

"She was released a day ago, and... I don't know, it just didn't seem possible to revive her," Ire said, shaking his head. "The doctors had to perform an emergency transfusion to stabilize her. It was a battle to revive her. I never took her for someone suicidal."

Sefa placed a comforting hand on Ire's arm. "Have you seen her since?"

Ire shook his head, "No, I'm still trying to process. I'm angry, but also... I don't know what to say to her." "You always know what to say, Ire," Sefa said softly.

Ire sighed. "Why does suicide seem like the only option for some people?"

Sefa's expression turned somber. "Everyone's threshold for pain is different. I know from experience. After being kidnapped, I still struggle with trauma. Even now, I constantly look over my shoulder, fearing the worst. Even when I was molested in my dreams, I just..."She trailed off blinking her tears in but a drop managed to fill her eyelids so she quickly wiped it off. The memory still haunted her.

"Sorry."

Sefa's determination returned. Her voice cracked as she continued, "The nightmares still haunt me. But I've learned to cope. Some people might not have the same resilience." She added and Ire nodded empathetically gazing at her and she felt uncomfortable.

"What? Why are looking at me that way, is there something on my face." She asked touching her cheeks. "Nothing. Continue."

"Okay. Some people would have just ended it. I'm not saying my threshold is the best, I'm saying it's better than most. Not all fingers are equal, if I can do..." She paused, "What am I even saying again? I've lost my trail of thought." She confessed and they both  laughed.

"I get your point. I know the answer but, is suicide really the best option. You just end your life and that's it? Life is full of options, but death's when and how are not ours to choose. We should focus on living, and let nature take its course."

"Aunty Kilahi went through something similar."

"Really ?"

"It shows that one's mental health needs attention and support. With the right support, Aunty Kilahi is now a role model to a lot of people. She's my number one role model as it stands."

Ire nodded slowly.

Sefa smiled, determination in her eyes, "Can we see her? Or is she not allowed visitors?" "She is." "Okay, eat then we'll go see her together."

Ire looked up, surprised by her resolve, "Join me." He offered but she refused, "I already ate at home." "I don't care, let's share." He insisted.

Bella walked into the police station, her dark shade perched on the bridge of her nose. She approached the front desk, where two officers lazily manned their posts. "Good morning, officers," Bella said, flashing her ID card. The officers' gazes flickered to the card before returning to her face. "Commot your glasses, we want see your face."

She did as requested, "I'm a reporter, blogger, and storyteller," Bella explained. "I heard some arrests were made – Ladi and his guys I believe." She paused clearing her throat. She hoped her journey here wasn't a waste. She hoped to God that she got the right location! Anything to speed up hurting Kilahi.

The moment the officers exchanged a knowing glance, she knew she was at rhe right place. "What do you want?" One of them asked, his tone neutral.

Bella smiled, rummaging through her handbag. "I'd like to ask them a few questions. I'm willing to show my appreciation for your cooperation." She pulled out some cash.

The officers' faces transformed, their eyes sparkling with anticipation. They leaned in, grinning."Na people like una dem dey call Morning Sunshine, Morning Joy," One officer chuckled.

Bella's smile widened as she handed over the cash. The officers pocketed the bribe, their demeanor now welcoming.

Sharon strolled through the fruit and vegetable section of the mall, pushing a trolley filled with sachet flour, powder mayonnaise, salad cream, soy sauce, and bundled carrots. She carefully lifted a cabbage, observing its quality before shrugging and tossing it into the trolley.

Just then, her phone rang. "How far? Vinegar still dey?" she asked the caller, Tamara. One of her workers.

"Yes, but the olive oil won't be enough. You might need to consider an alternative," Tamara suggested.
Sharon complained, "Prices have skyrocketed! I underestimated the costs.. If I knew, I wouldn't have charged what I charged." She paused to examine a crisp head of lettuce.

"See, I already told you, Ma, be charging these guys. Who will want a catering service without being able to give them good money?" Tamara advised.

"You know I find it hard to charge more," Sharon replied tossing the lettuce into her trolley.

Tamara snapped, "The last time I checked, Ma, you're not doing charity work."

"Tammy!" Sharon cautioned.

"Sorry, Ma, but... It's well, oh. After paying your hired workers after a job, how much do you always have left with you?" Tamara inquired.

Sharon pondered.

"When last did you sew a new dress for a party? Not the brown one you bought, oh, and that one was only because they gifted you the aso-ebi. Ma, when last did you take care of yourself? Because you were juggling housewifeship, but now... Haba, Sharon! You should start to hype your work! Take this job seriously! Our social media presence is lacking; only 680 YouTube followers. We must raise our standards. Clients unaware of price hikes should look elsewhere." Tamara emphasized.

Sharon rolled her eyes, picking a bell pepper. "I've heard."

"It's not just about hearing; after now the next person who calls, you'll now open that mouth to quote 50,000 for small chops. I'll swear for you Ma, even though you're my boss." Tamara teased.

Sharon laughed, "Is there ketchup? Abeg, help me check." She requested and ended the call.

Then she returned to picking another bell pepper, this time a yellow one.

Just then, Nova approached her. "Sharon?"

Sharon glanced at her, unsure who she was.

"Good morning, do you know me?" Nova asked with a grin.

"No, but I know you," Sharon replied.

"Sorry, how?" Nova inquired.

"You're the one who occupied Muyiwa's house at the time," Nova explained.

Sharon blinked, "I don't know you."

"Well... My name is Nova. Let's say I was one of Muyiwa's girls," Nova clarified.

"Oh." Sharon paused, "Nice to meet you. I'll be leaving now."

"Wait," Nova said, holding her hand. "I didn't say all that to make you leave."

"I don't want to have any conversation that has to do with Muyiwa," Sharon stated firmly.

"Madam, calm down. Chill; it's like your body dey hot pass my own. I'm shocked you're angry at Muyiwa; that means you guys are not together," Nova observed. "I'm shocked," Nova continued, laughing. "See, I have a lot to do" Sharon chipped and Nova hissed.

"Madam, calm down. Do you want to hear me out? The matter no concern me, but do you want to hear my side of the gist?"

"What gist?" Sharon asked.

"All those while you were in the house, when Muyiwa and I would meet, I'll listen to him talk about you – how you're taking his space, how he wanted you to leave, and how he'll always massage your waist, back, and leg whenever you're on your period. Yada yada yada! Always about you. Initially, I was like, 'Why must every topic be about you?' And then he said you left, and yippee!! I was like, 'Finally, I won't get to hear Sharon again.' Then this guy had the effrontery to call your name while we were having sex. He called me Sharon. I swear, I got mad! I was thrown from the fifth heaven where I was down; it was a major accident, and it opened my eyes to something I suspected before. Muyiwa likes you," Nova concluded.

Sharon scoffed, "Did he pay you to say this?" "No! I haven't even spoken to the idiot in weeks!" She assured them she continued , "Muyiwa is an idiot; he doesn't know he likes you, but I'm telling you this for free – he likes you. I don't know what you did, but you definitely have a chokehold on him."

"I heard he has become boring in bars; he doesn't even follow girls again," Nova added, laughing in mockery. "This isn't my business, oh, but the thought of it is funny. A whole Muyiwa?? Turning into a Saint that's in love with one girl."

Sharon rolled her eyes. "Muyiwa can never change. I was stupid once to think he'd change."

Nova countered, "I don't know, oh; I can't vouch for any human being, even my mama. I just heard he has been giving every girl cold shoulder."

Sharon revealed, "You heard wrongly, because I have a recent picture here of him with a lady at a bar."

Nova creased her brow. "Like I said, I can't vouch for anyone, so... Anyhow sha. I came to get some things. See you around now."

"Okay," Sharon replied, watching her leave.

Toluwani sat up in the hospital bed, her wrist wrapped in a thick bandage. The intensive care unit was bustling with activity, the beeping of monitors and the soft murmur of conversations between family members and medical staff filling the air.

Sefa and Dr. Ire navigated through the crowded room, their eyes scanning the space as they approached Toluwani. Sefa's expression faltered, surprised to find the young girl alone, her parents nowhere in sight.

As they approached, Toluwani lifted her head, her gaze locking onto Ire and Sefa. For a fleeting moment, shame flickered in her eyes before she masked it with a bright smile.

"See who finally came to see me," Toluwani said in a babyish tone, "Good morning, Sir."

Ire's face remained stern, his eyes clouded with disappointment. "Hey Toluwani right ?" Sefa greeted warmly, trying to offset the tension. She gave Ire a look to loosen up a bit.

"My name is..."

"Sefa Adzer I can't pronounce the last part well but I try my best."

Sefa was literally in shock, "How?" "I watched your video and it was even while I was watching the video that Dr Ire here got to know you. He told me he got talking with you, he just didn't tell me you guys were now close."

Sefa smiled, "Oh. Wow, that's a funny story. Small world we live in huh?" "So my parents will say." "Good morning, dear. How are you feeling?" Sefa asked.

Toluwani's moode brightened her smile widening. "I'm fine and not fine, what about you?" "Well, good news, I'm fine and not fine too." She answered sitting on the bed.

"If those nurses see you, they'll tell you to get off the bed."

Sefa shrugged, "Till they come now." "You're pretty." "Awn, thank you. You're just as pretty too." "Thank you."

Sefa's eyes softened, "Where are your parents?" "Mom and Dad have gone to work. It's Monday morning, duh! They won't miss work for anything. Even though I'm dying." Her voice laced with venom then she laughed nervously.

"Does this make my parents look bad?" Toluwani asked, "Well, they need money to keep up with this hospital lifestyle we're living. Do you know I lodge into hospitals like every week and it's not even as cheap as hotel. At least, in hotels, you lodge in and check out, with me, I lodge in frequently than I check out. If I eventually get released, I get checked back in. It doesn't come cheap so Mom and Dad have to work their ass to make sure that I get the proper VIP treatment in the hospital." Toluwani explained sarcastically then she glanced at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You're awfully quiet, Dr. Ire. If I didn't know better, I'd say you're not happy. Is there something I did?"

"Are you really asking that question, Toluwani? Sarcasm doesn't mask reality. You almost took your life," Dr. Ire rebuked.

Toluwani's fake smile returned,  "Exactly as you called it. My life! It belongs to me, so I decide what I do with it." "Your life is in the hands of God, He calls the shot."

Toluwani rolled her eyes, a dismissive snort escaping her lips. "So I'm supposed to leave myself at the mercy of someone who claims He loves the universe but takes people's lives? If I'm God, I'll let everyone live forever. Wow, you're serving a very good God! That's why I don't bother myself with all this religious trash! My life belongs to me, i choose what I do with it. If Mom didn't come in early to give me my drugs, I would have been dead anyways." She snapped looking away.

The air was thick with tension as her words hung between them, "Do you care what it would have done to your friends, to your parents. I thought you called me a friend."

"I just wanted the suffering to end! I want everyone to stop suffering! Finally they can rest and forget that I exist."

"Your parents work their ass to make sure you get treated, what does that tell you? If letting you go was a option, they would have. You're already a pain in their ass but they know so long they have life, there Is hope and a way."

"They should have considered hope before getting married and having me. There is no way for me, I'd rather die that suffer."

Sefa held her hand, "Don't say that."

Toluwani's smile faded, replaced by a mixture of frustration and desperation. "You don't understand. You don't understand what it's like to be me. What I've had to go through, I still go through." "I don't know but I want to you know that where there is a life, there is hope."

"No there isn't."

"Should I read something for you. It's from my devotional."

Toluwani rolled her eyes, "I'm not a Christian, i don't do religious shit. I don't believe there is God." "Fine! Have you witnessed the GPS being used?" "Yes, my parents make use of it."

"Did it take you to your destination?"

"Yes."

"How many times?"

"All the time."

"So you've never witnessed it malfunction."

Toluwani shrugged, "No. Where are you going with this?" "Chill, so when you become an adult." "I don't think I'm ever going to..." "Shh, you're going to grow up to be an adult in Jesus name. Just listen, so let's say you're an adult and you want to get to a particular destination and you don't really know how to navigate your way through. Will you make use of this GPS?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because it works."

"Shey?" Sefa asked, "Why aren't you scared of it malfunctioning? It's technology right?" "People made use of compass in the past, it's just like the same thing. You use it in finding your way and it works."

"Great. So now imagine you giving a village driver a phone with a GPs to navigate his way around town. Do you think he'll believe in the coherence of the GPS?"

"No! I mean based on experience and lack of knowledge, he might not know how to use it and he might doubt it's workability."

Sefa clapped her hand, "When you think of the GPS in the hands of someone willing to learn how to use it, what will it do?" "Take the person to his location and only then will the person believe that it works."

"That's who I've made God to be. Without him, I can't move cause I'm scared I'll get lost. I trust in him so when he tells me, this is the way, I walk in it. In the hands of someone inexperienced or someone that isn't open-minded, He's just going to be another folklore. How can you tell me that God can tell me what to do? Just like that village man with the GPS but when the village man opens up his mind to learn, viola! He won't get lost, he'll get to the right location. A popular Bible scripture says that my people perish for lack of wisdom, what's the definition of wisdom Tolu?"

Toluwani shrugged, "Applied knowledge." "Now imagine you don't even have a good knowledge of God, there's nothing you can apply. Like you trying to find out how to use a sophisticated blender without its manual or an experienced person to put you through."

Ire smiled watching Toluwani roll her eyes. "I was a Christian." "I was a Christian too when I was having sex with my boyfriend. The difference between the Sefa of then and now is knowledge and how I apply it in my life now. Because of what I know, I can boldly stand here and tell you that God is good, why, cause he's my driver."

"He is not good, I've prayed to him to heal me."

"How quick are you to turn on him."

"Because he left me."

"He didn't. He's right there with you, he's sitting close to you, waiting for you to exercise your faith and make him drive your life to where he wants you to be. There is where God wants you to be, how he wants to get about it and when effect to it. If you try to figure it out yourself, if you're still struggling with him to hold on to the steering of your life. There's going to be an accident on your way. That was what happened to me. Sometimes these accidents can be wake up call."

"I was born this way."

"And in your sixteen years of living, knowing you'll die someday. I mean we'll all die someday. So in this your 16 years, what did you do, what impact have you made in anyone's life? One you can say, yes! I did this, I'm proud of what I did."

Toluwani paused giving it a critical thought, "I..." "Think deeply on it. I love to talk too, I don't even wait for people to talk, I already have ten questions to ask. Learn to listen and let the weight of the question sink in before you answer."

Toluwani exhaled and glanced at Ire, "I just wanted to end it all. I got tired." "What's annoying is that fact you're not seeing how selfish your act is. Sefa, I have other things to do, abeg." He snapped walking out of the room.

"Ire cares about you." Sefa revealed, "Now he's angry." "He'll come out of it. For the time being, I'll love to tell you a story of someone who once attempted suicide. My elder sister, well, she's my cousin but...Her story is really funny, when she recounts it, I just laugh. So Aunty Kilahi was walking along the road, I think it was after Aunty Durojaiye's wedding, she's a family friend. So she was just depressed, Aunty Kilahi was always depressed, I would count myself as one of the factors. My old self actually, I would talk badly to her, I found joy in seeing her countenance change. I was a terrible person, I really don't like to remember that Sefa. So she was walking and she saw this trailer coming or maybe it's a car. I can't remember and it occured to her to end her life and she almost entered into the road. Wait, I think she entered and in between the whole face to face with death moment, she realized that she still wants to have a taste of garri."

Toluwani laughed, "What??" "Yes. Every moment in this life matters, have you eaten?" "Yes." "Did you enjoy the food?" "Kinda, it was my favorite."

"I'll like to see them serve that at the other side." Sefa teased and she laughed. "Every moment matters, I spent time mocking and bullying my elder sister. Now she'll be getting married this month and now I'm trying to make up time with her, every moment but now she's either busy with work, her fiance or wedding preparation." Sefa confessed in tears then she wiped them off.

"I'm sorry." She apologized afterwards and Toluwani tore a tissue from the hospital rack then she handed it to her.

"Thank you." Sefa appreciated wiping her tears.

Bella sat in the cramped visiting space at the police station, a stern-faced policeman standing guard beside them. Ladi entered, his eyes narrowing as he tried to recall where he had seen her. "What is Bella Afrik doing here?" Ladi asked in curiosity.

Bella's laughter was low and husky, "I didn't know I'd be famous among prisoners."

He shrugged "Even prisoners are people from the world space, I don't understand your point, I wasn't exactly born in prison." He snapped and she  waved her hand dismissively, "True. It doesn't matter right now. I want to have a conversation with you." "Don't you deal with just gossip and news? What's your business with me?"

Bella shrugged, "I heard from a reliable source that someone had you arrested." "How is it your business?" "Does the name Kilahi ring a bell?"

His  expression faltered, his mind racing.

Kilahi....

Kilahi.......

"My name is Kilahi Agbo." He could hear Kilahi's voice resound in his head.

Ladi's mind replayed Kilahi Agbo's voice, echoing in his thoughts. Bella's sudden question shattered the reverie.

"Do you know her?" Bella asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"Do you know her?" Ladi countered.

"In a way," she replied with a quick grin. "She's not my favorite person at the moment. She's a pain in my ass, to think she had you and your people trapped in here and she's paying heavily to make sure you guys remain in prison."

Ladi scoffed, finding it baffling. "She is?"

"So much for acting like a fucking preacher," he muttered.

Bella cautioned, "Many have been deceived but I'll urge you not be swayed. Trust me when I say she's a horrible person. She's working with a policeman and the DPO of this police division to keep you guys detained."

His anger simmered, fueled by her words. His eyes blazed, jaw clenched.

"Trust me when I say she's a snake," Bella added, a sly smile spreading across her face.

"How long have you been here?" she asked.

"Ten days," Ladi replied, his voice laced with bitterness. "Ten days of nightmares, ten days of being in the dark. I haven't seen Mercy or my child."

Bella's eyes widened. "Goodness gracious! What kind of person are you, Kilahi?" She exhaled and snapped her fingers in rebuke.

"I wouldn't be surprised if you want your own pound of flesh," she said. "You must be wondering where she lives..."

"Do you know where she lives?" Ladi asked.

"Yes," Bella answered, a hint of a smile within.

"Tell me," Ladi pressed.

"No," she hesitated. "I would be doing too much if I drop an address. She lives with her family; I don't want them going through stuff because of one black sheep in the family."

Ladi accused, "She threw my boys in prison and made sure they stayed there. I'm sure she called that policeman to come and she lied about not knowing they were coming. What a bitch!"

"Just drop the address," Ladi urged.

"My conscience will not allow me," Bella said, "but I feel Kilahi deserves to be taught a lesson so that she'll know where to draw the line."

Ladi's head snapped up, interest shining in his eyes. Suddenly, a loud uproar and protest erupted outside, and Bella wondered what was happening. He could hear the group outside singing "Solidarity is forever, we will always fight for our right." From the echoes and song, he knew who they were.

"My people are around," Ladi whispered. "Cultists?" She  asked, concern creeping into her voice. Maybe coming here was a mistake after all.

"Don't worry, just give me the address. I promise you'll be safe." He assured her.

Bella pulled out a paper from her bag, now turning towards the police escort who was looking out the window to see who was causing the commotion. The escort's expression changed from calm to alarm as he rushed to the door, radio in hand.

"We need backup," He said urgently. "There's a situation outside." The noise grew louder, and Bella felt a shiver run down her spine.

Garba stepped out of the Uber at Murtala Mohammed Airport's car park, walked in holding on to a bag, his eyes scanning the crowded terminal. His ringing tone echoed in the chaos. He glanced at his screen, it was the DPO. "Hello Deputy." "Garba, apparently, one of my policemen was kidnapped last night on his way home," the DPO said. "These guys know my children's school and were threatening to cause problems if they don't get their boys before twelve. There were even at the police station to stage a protest, they called it a peaceful protest. They were singing solidarity forever, it's the guts for me when they told me about my children who comes to pick them up. As we speak, they have been released. This is the trouble I was avoiding. If they can find out where my children are, this Lagos is rather too small for that your woman when they'll want their pound of flesh."

Garba shut his eyes, he ended the call and then he quickly called Kilahi. After waiting a while, she finally answered the call.

"Hello Garba," Kilahi answered.

"Hello, where are you?" He asked, sounding worried.

"At work. I'm sort of busy at the moment but you sound worried, why?" Kilahi replied.

"Can you go stay at home for today?" He asked.

"No. I have wedding plans later on, why?" She asked, he knew he had aroused a kind of curiousity in her.

Garba shook his head. "I don't want to get you worried but those touts have been released." "Thank God! They've stayed for too long." "Too bad I don't share in your joy. The DPO has been threatened, one of the police officers kidnapped, these guys are local cults but they are more than I gave them credit for. I'm sure they must have something against the woman that caused this.; You and let's not forget to add Mercy!"

"The Lord is my light and my salvation, whom shall I fear, the Lord is the strength of my life, of whom shall I be afraid of?" Kilahi replied.

"What's that?" He  asked.

"Psalms 27 verse 1."

"That's cute but, you need to be cautious."

"For in the time of trouble he shall hide me in his pavilion: in the secret of his tabernacle shall he hide me; he shall set me up upon a rock. That's the content of the fifth verse. I know a God who shields his own, he doesn't leave me hanging, he doesn't abandon me or leave me to fight a battle on my own. He'll fight my battle and I'll hold my peace."

"Aren't you the least bit scared?," Garba said.

"Humanly I am! Spiritually, what kind of believer would that make me?" She replied. "He hasn't brought me this far to leave me. This is scary enough to make me stay at home but I'm not going to cause I know what God has said to me concerning those boys - They are God's own. If God be for me, who can stand against me? Though an host encamp against me, do you know what an host is Garba? I think you should do a little research, though battalions rise against me, my heart will not fear, though war may rise, in this will I be confident and where do I draw the confidence, not in mortal tools or weaponry but in the name of the Lord in whom I am well hidden. Thank you for your concerns dear but I'll be fine in Jesus name."

Garba gave up, "You're such a stubborn woman." "I'll be fine, you don't have to worry too much." She replied and made way through the terminal.

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