I was supposed to post yesterday but my Dad borrowed my phone Torchlight,I slept off before it was returned.😂🤣

PS: Incase you don't understand, My phone is the only surviving phone in the house.

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🍃Chapter 67🍃

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"Life is a matter of choices and every choice you make makes you" -John C Maxwell.

Friday

Kilahi leaned against la ship's railing, one of those Titanic moments! Her gaze lost in the vast expanse of the ocean. She felt anxious as she peered down at the waves crashing against the ship. Just as she felt her balance waver, a firm hand gripped her waist from behind, steadying her.

"That was close," Garba chuckled, his breath warm against her ear. She turned to face him, a playful smile breaking across her face.

"Scared much?" He teased and she raised an eyebrow, "Oh please! It was the water."

Kilahi crossed her arms, leaning back slightly against him, "You could swim if you fell in," He challenged, his voice light and teasing.

"Swim? I can't swim," She admitted, feeling vulnerable. His eyes widened in disbelief. "You can't?" He echoed, feigning shock. "Let me be your trainer then."

Kilahi laughed, rolling her eyes dramatically. "I don't know. I'm not so keen on swimming."

Garba leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I can teach you a whole lot. Just imagine the adventures we could have!"

"Like I always say, water is only sweet in the cup," She replied, her tone playful yet firm.

He tilted his head, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "As sweet as you are," He said, his voice low and sincere.

"Huh?" She replied, caught off guard by the compliment. Her heart raced as she met his gaze, the world around them fading into a blur. The sound of the waves crashing against the ship seemed to quiet, leaving only the two of them in their own bubble.

Garba lowered his head, his lips hovering just above hers. Time seemed to stand still as he brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her cheek. The moment felt electric, charged with unspoken words and shared secrets.

Then, with a gentle yet deliberate movement, he closed the distance between them, capturing her lips with his. Then she moved back, "What am I doing?" She asked.

Kilahi jolted awake, her heart pounding in her chest as if it were trying to escape. The remnants of the dream clung to her like a heavy fog, the warmth of Garba's lips still tingling on her own. She instinctively placed her palm over her mouth, as if trying to erase the memory of the kiss. "Blood of Jesus !" Confusion and horror washed over her, twisting in her stomach like a knot.

"What just happened?" She whispered to herself, her voice shaky. The dream replayed in her mind, vivid and undeniable. Garba kissed her-a friend, her trainer-someone who was not her boyfriend. A wave of guilt crashed over her, and she buried her face in her hands, feeling the heat of shame rise to her cheeks.

"Why would I dream about him?" She muttered, her thoughts racing. "Is this a revelation? God is this a sign from you?" The idea sent a chill down her spine. She had always believed in signs, in the subtle nudges from the universe guiding her choices. Was this one of those moments?

"God forgive me. Jesus Christ!" She exclaimed, her voice muffled by her hands. The weight of her feelings was suffocating.

Sefa sat on the floor, just opposite the wall that were adorned with cheerful prayer stickers, and a framed pictures of her family and friends smiled back at her. This was accompanied by a small wooden cross that she had hung as a symbol of her faith.

The faint sound of worship music played softly in the background. On the floor, the devotional lay open, including her Bible with colorful bookmarks peeking out from its pages. A few inspirational quotes were pinned to the wall, each one a gentle reminder of hope and strength. After her prayers, she sat cross-legged on the floor, the soft glow of her phone screen came on from a notification.

She took a deep breath, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her oversized top. The thought occured to her to make a video creating awareness about the kidnappers. As she pressed the record button, her heart raced, and she forced a smile.

"Good morning, afternoon, and evening, depending on your time zone and whenever you're watching this," She paused, glancing at the door- hopefully no one interrupts her.

"Guys, it's the weekend, and these bloodsuckers are still on the move," She continued, her tone shifting to a more serious note. She leaned closer to the camera, "Yesterday, I bumped into two of the kidnappers." Her hand gestures emphasizing her words as she recalled the encounter. "I remembered the face of one, and they were with two girls. I'm sure those two are missing as it stands."

Sefa's expression hardened, her brows furrowing in concern. She ran a hand through her hair, pushing it back as she took a moment to collect her thoughts. "It's the same MO guys, it was the same brown Sienna. Please, be careful," She urged, "If you don't have anywhere important to go, stay at home. Don't accept rides unnecessarily." She gestured emphatically, her hands slicing through the air.

"Like don't. When any car stops you at ungodly hours," She continued, her eyes wide with intensity, "Don't wait for it. Just go. Trust your instincts." She leaned back slightly, her shoulders relaxing as she exhaled, the weight of her message hanging heavily in the air.

With a final, determined nod, She added, "Stay safe, everyone. We need to look out for each other. Don't forget to share this video with your loved ones, and let's spread the word. Stay vigilant and stay safe," With a final nod, she added, "And for you guys, your end is near. God will disgrace you and bring everything to light, just watch out." Sefa ended the video.

She paused watching the video she just made.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she clicked the 'post' option on her Facebook page. The screen flashed, and anxiety wash over her. She hoped her words would once again resonate a kind of warning to those who needed to hear them.

Brenda laid in her room, it was a bit dim because the heavy curtains drawn tight and the lights were turned off. She was still clad in the clothes she had worn the previous day, a reminder of the emotional turmoil that had kept her awake through the night. Her phone buzzed insistently on the bedside table, breaking the silence. With a reluctant sigh, she reached for it, her fingers trembling slightly as she answered.

"Hey, good morning, Bada," she whispered, her voice hoarse and fragile, betraying the tears that had stained her cheeks.

"Have you been crying?" he asked, his tone was laced with concern.

"What do you think?" She replied bitterly, "Sounds that way. Wait, did you cry this much after I supposedly broke your heart?" He chuckled lightly, trying to lighten the mood.

Brenda let out a quiet laugh, though it was tinged with sadness. "Really?" "I just had to unleash the comedian in me to make you laugh," He teased.

"Haha," She replied, a small smile breaking through her sorrow.

"I saw your message on WhatsApp. I'm sorry I skipped it yesterday. I'm really sorry about what you're going through, but Madam, the ball is in your court. I know you love your father, but you can't let him decide what you do with your life, just like I didn't allow Mom to decide what I do with mine. Look at where I am with Kilahi. You're an adult; you have your free will. Don't walk around like you're in chains. God has a plan for you, and you can't let your father divert it."

"Are you trying to say Ugo is God's plan for me?" she asked, her voice rising slightly, a mix of hope and skepticism.

"I didn't say that," he replied, his tone evasive.

"Why are you being cryptic? The last time you were this cryptic was when you told me you didn't see me leaving Nigeria for good. I didn't even understand what you meant by that."

"Did you end up leaving?" He asked, his voice steady.

Brenda creased her brow in thought, "I didn't." "Why?" He pressed gently.

"Because I want a genuine relationship with God, and I wanted to explore possibilities of a relationship with Him and with Ugo too."

"That answers it. I didn't exactly see the man in the picture; I saw a man that had the fear of God, and I saw you getting married on this soil. The ball is in your court. Enough excuses about your father. He's not going to be the one married to-what's your new boyfriend's name again?"

Her eyes widened slightly, and she felt a pang of offense. "Really?" She asked, "Sorry," He answered, laughter bubbling up in his voice. "You're laughing at my misery."

"Laughing at your misery? No! But your foolish decisions, yes! Your dad isn't the most rational man in the world. No offense, but you're going to have to straighten things up with him before the wedding date gets announced. That's what I did with you and Mom before it went out of hand. That's what sensible adults do."

"Ouch," She muttered, her heart sinking.

"Prove you're sensible and straighten things with your dad," He urged. Brenda pouted, her lips forming a small frown as she listened to him continue. "The next time you message me on WhatsApp to complain about how devastated you are about your father making all decisions for you, I'll forget you're my daughter in the Lord and I'll block you."

Brenda laughed, a genuine sound this time. "Is that a threat?"

"Consider it a friendly warning. Have a good day," He concluded, ending the call. She rolled her eyes.

Just then, her mother entered the room, her expression a blend of concern and irritation. "Brenda, it's past nine, and your curtains are still closed," She complained, pulling them open with a swift motion. The sudden influx of light made Brenda squint and turn away, shielding her eyes with her arm.

"Mom, keep the curtains down," she protested, hissing quietly as she tried to retreat into the shadows. Then she went ahead to turn on the lights.

"Mom!!! Turn it off."

"Why? Have you turned into a vampire? And why are you still wearing the same thing you wore yesterday?" Her mother asked, her brow furrowing in concern as she took a seat on the edge of the bed. She placed her palm on Brenda's neck, her eyes widening in alarm. "Jesus Christ! What happened to you?" She exclaimed, snapping her fingers dramatically. "Oya, Oya, dide duro (rise up)! We're going to the hospital."

"I'm not going anywhere, I thought you were traveling to Abuja for that wedding." Brenda replied defiantly, her voice muffled as she buried her face in her hands.

"Don't argue with me, young lady. Do you know how hot you are?" Her mother pressed, her voice rising with urgency.

"I'm fine," She insisted, though the heat radiating from her skin and betrayed her.

"You're not fine; you're sick," Her mother countered, her tone firm yet laced with worry.

Brenda groaned, frustration bubbling to the surface. "Maybe I'm not fine! The only person I want treating me is Ugo! He's the only one I want," She admitted, her voice cracking slightly as she spoke his name.

Her mother exhaled sharply, her expression softening as she studied her daughter. "Did you meet him yesterday? I didn't see you when you walked in," She asked, her voice now tinged with curiosity.

"I needed to clear my head before I break my own father's head for making my life this miserable," Brenda confessed, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I wish I left, but then I wouldn't have experienced this kind of love. Mom, I'm tired."

"This is on you," Her mother said gently, yet firmly. "You have to take the bull by the horns; I'm not going to do it for you. Do you really love Ugo?"

"Mom, I do," She replied, her voice barely above a whisper, the weight of her emotions pressing down on her.

"Then show it to your father, show him you're an adult who can make her own decision. You're daddy's little girl but you can't remain that forever." Her mother urged, her eyes searching Brenda's for a flicker of determination.

"I'm feeling motivated already. Where is he?" Brenda asked, her heart racing as she realized the urgency of the situation.

"He left for work already," Her mother replied. Brenda's shoulders slumped, the realization hitting her hard. "Great," She muttered. "So I'll have to go to his office."

Mrs Arolowo exhaled, "I'll need water yam," "For what? "We'll be making something I haven't made in a while. Frankly because I don't think your Father's worth the stress anymore." "Aren't you traveling?" "My flight is scheduled for 1:30 pm."

After the seminar at Flag Bearers International School, Kilahi felt a mix of exhaustion and excitement as she made her way to her first dress fitting. The fashion designer's comment about her weight loss lingered in her mind, adding to her already frazzled state. With a sigh, she pushed open the door to Hilary's workplace.

Hilary was hunched over her laptop, her brow furrowed in concentration, while Ossy sat nearby, a food flask in front of him, diving into a hearty meal of beans and plantains. The office had undergone a transformation since her last visit; paintings adorned the walls, and a potted plant thrived in the corner, breathing life into the space.

What can one expect from an interior designer?

"Aunty Kilahi!" Ossy exclaimed, his eyes lighting up as he jumped up from his seat and dashed over to her. He wrapped his arms around her, squeezing tightly. She groaned softly, feeling the weight of her exhaustion.

"Aunty Kilahi, why do you look stressed?" Ossy asked, his innocent curiosity evident in his wide eyes.

"Shey? Is it that obvious?" Kilahi replied, forcing a smile as she ruffled his hair.

"Yes," he nodded earnestly.

Hilary looked up from her laptop, her expression softening as she greeted Kilahi. "Hey, twinnie!" She said, "Hey," Kilahi responded, glancing around the office.

"Nice, everything is falling in place. I love this painting," She said, pointing to a piece that depicted a sunset over a serene landscape.

"Thank you, it depicts our brand." Hilary beamed with pride.

Ossy chimed in, "Aunty Kilahi, I saw you in my school today!"

Kilahi's eyes widened in surprise. "How did you see me?" She asked, intrigued.

"My teacher asked me to take Israel's water to him. He was in the healing bay, and I saw you talking to our principal. I would have said hi, but I didn't want to get in trouble," Ossy explained.

"Awn. How's Israel?" Kilahi inquired, her heart warming at the thought of the young boy.

"He's fine! Can you believe he vomited everywhere? That was how I knew he had Amala and ewedu for breakfast. The whole class smelled like we were trapped in Isaac's stomach!" Ossy laughed.

Kilahi chuckled, shaking her head. "Oh no! And what about Winner?"

"She took advantage of the situation and let out a loud fart! Then she started making fart noises with her mouth, saying it was her mouth that was doing it!" Ossy giggled, and Kilahi couldn't help but join in the laughter.

"I can relate; I think I've done that before," Kilahi confessed, her cheeks flushing slightly.

"Multiple times, I'm a hundred-count guilty of farting in public," Hilary added with a dramatic sigh, rolling her eyes playfully.

Hilary's laughter subsided, and she looked at Kilahi with concern. "You look stressed, oh. Is it the program you're running?"

"I went for my first fitting today. The fashion designer said I lost weight," Kilahi replied in frustration.

Hilary burst into laughter. "That's funny! It's okay if I lose weight, but you? Weight that you didn't have before? You're losing it! This life no get balance," she snapped playfully, her hands gesturing animatedly.

"What can I throw at you?" Kilahi asked, a grin spreading across her face.

"Love!" Hilary replied, blowing exaggerated kisses in her direction.

Kilahi shook her head, still smiling.

"But Kilahi, this fasting you're doing, e never reach? What's your aim? What kind of expo are you trying to get from God? Are you trying to find out the judgment day date? Because I don't understand anymore," She teased, laughter bubbling between them.

Ossy joined in, giggling at the banter.

"Afterward, you'll say it's Ossy that has a bad mouth," Kilahi said, rolling her eyes playfully. "Look at her head."

Hilary smiled.

"I just want God to do some things in some people's lives. Clarity is all I seek for," Kilahi replied, her expression turning serious as she exhaled, glancing at Ossy, who had resumed his meal.

"Aunty Kilahi, come and eat," Ossy offered, his mouth full.

"Thank you," She replied, "Talking about clarity.." She trailed off giving Hilary a knowing look before glancing at Ossy.

"Oh," Hilary muttered, her eyes narrowing playfully. "Ossy, your Aunty and I need to have a talk. Can you leave us alone?" Ossy looked between the two women with curiosity in his eyes, but he nodded obediently, lifting the food flask and retreating to the corner of the office where he resumed his meal.

"What's up?" Hilary asked, her tone shifting to one of concern as she leaned forward, resting her elbows on the desk.

Kilahi exhaled deeply, "I had a terrible dream," She confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Okay. Let's pray about and you should tell it to Papa," Hilary encouraged, her eyes wide with intrigue.

"This isn't about telling Choicest," Kilahi replied, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I kissed Garba in my dreams," She blurted out, her hands fidgeting nervously in her lap.

Hilary gasped, her hand flying to her mouth in shock. "Oh my God! For someone who has never kissed a man, it's strange you're kissing someone else that isn't your boyfriend in your dream," She exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Exactly! But it's not as if I kissed him, he kissed me but I feel so bad; I feel like a cheat," Kilahi admitted in guilt.

"It's just a dream," Hilary reassured her, waving her hand dismissively. "Dreams can be weird."

"I think it's a revelation," Kilahi insisted, her expression serious. "I prayed for a sign, and this is the most annoying sign, but it was insightful. Not me, thinking I didn't like Garba. This just shows that there's something- a seed has been sown, and it was just growing without my knowledge."

Hilary smiled knowingly, leaning back in her chair. "True. We were not blind to it. Now that God has spoken, what are you going to do?" She asked.

Kilahi bit her lip, contemplating her next words. "Well, I'll have to distance myself from him. It's going to be weird. What if he asks me? What will I tell him?" She pondered, her brow furrowing in worry.

"The truth," Hilary said firmly, her eyes locking onto Kilahi's. "Yes, I said it. Tell him the truth."

Kilahi nodded slowly, the weight of the decision settling on her shoulders. "I guess I'll have to find myself another trainer," She replied, her voice laced with uncertainty then she laughed. "Do you know what I just did low-key? I just admitted that I'll miss him. Toor, you can never know more than God! Look at me dismissing you all for trying to warn me. I even fought with Sewuese yesterday. He obviously flirted with me! Even though Sewuese was rude, you guys saw something I didn't want to see."

"You know what they say about when elders sit and see."

Kilahi hissed and laughed, "But really! You guys are the elders, I've never been experienced with men. I was being annoyingly naive. I want to slap myself right now." She confessed with her palm over her face in embarrassment.

Hilary reached across the table, placing a comforting hand on Kilahi's. "Take it easy on yourself." "Weird or not! I need to distance myself from Garba. Yesterday I even called him Garbamosi, that should have been a sign that something was wrong with me, I just was clouded by self-righteousness." "Kilahi. Aunty, calm down." She said softly, her eyes filled with understanding.

"It's not that deep. What's important is that you now know where you stand in all of this."

Kilahi smiled faintly, grateful for Hilary's support.

Brenda stepped into her father's law firm, the polished wooden floors gleaming under the lights. The inscription "A and A Law Firm" was elegantly displayed on the wall, a testament to her father's hard work and ambition. Her heart raced as she approached his office. She has come to make the right choice but the fear of her father's opinion clouded her mind.

She clutched a lunch bag tightly as she made her way to his office.

As she pushed the door open, the laughter that filled the room abruptly ceased. Her father, Mr. Arolowo, stood with a woman in a black and white partitioned shirt gown, their smiles fading into awkwardness. Brenda's stomach twisted at the sight as she remembered her father's numerous affairs. "Hey Daddy dearest!" She called out, forcing a bright smile that felt more like a mask.

"If it's not my princess," He replied, his voice warm but distracted. He glanced at the woman, "Folashade was just leaving."

"Of course she was" Brenda shot a pointed look at Folashade, who seemed unfazed. "Yeah, I was," She said, her tone dripping with indifference. Brenda's eyes followed the woman as she strutted out in her heels.

"She's new here," Her father said, his tone casual, but Brenda could sense the underlying defensiveness.

She plastered on a fake smile, unwilling to dive into that topic. "Guess what I brought for you today, Dad?"

Mr. Arolowo's face lit up, pointing at the lunch bag. "Let me guess-lunch?" "Wow, you're a genius,Dad." She replied, her voice laced with playful sarcasm.

"Just a lucky guess," He chuckled, and they shared a brief moment of laughter that felt fragile against the tension that loomed.

"You won't believe what's inside," She teased, dropping the lunch bag on his desk and slowly unzipping it.

"Jollof rice?" He guessed, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Brenda opened the food flask, revealing the sweet-smelling ikokore, a traditional dish that made her father's face light up with surprise. "Is that...?" He asked, his voice tinged with nostalgia.

"Yes, the one and only Ikokore, and your favorite. Mom made it," She replied with a hint of pride.

"You're not exactly a culinary expert, I would have been nothing short of a miracle if you had cooked it." He teased, and she couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"Dad, I make a killer spaghetti Bolognese."

"I believe you, but local dishes? That's a different story. That's why Tommy is perfect for you. You won't have to lift a finger. You'll have everything you need, servants at your beck and call."

Brenda's heart sank at the mention of Tommy. She cleared her throat, her resolve hardening. "Can we not talk about Tommy for now?" She asked, forcing a smile as she watched him sit and pull the food closer.

He took a spoonful, savoring the taste.

"Do you know why I love this dish so much?"

"Nope," She replied, her voice flat.

"It was my mother's favorite. The Ijebu woman knew how to make it right. Your mother spent a week learning her secret recipes. You should try it sometime."

She shrugged, her mind elsewhere. "Too much palm oil; I'm sure it's taste nice but you enjoy it."

"Your mom only makes this when she wants something. What do you want?" He asked, a knowing look in his eyes.

Brenda laughed nervously, her heart racing. "Actually, I'm not going to beat about the bush, I need a favor."

"What kind of favor? Another trip? Where to this time? Just name it, or you could ask Tommy. I'm sure he'd be happy to help."

"Dad, I'm in love," She interrupted. Despite being firm about her convictions, her heart pounded in her chest.

He cleared his throat, his expression shifting. "That's not exactly breaking news, is it? I thought you were with Tommy."

"It's not Tommy. Dad, I-"

He quickly interrupted her, "I was busy before you came. I have to meet with the partners, and... I'm sorry, we can't have this conversation now."

"There's no other time to have the conversation, Dad. If I wait till you get back, I might change my mind. I want to have this talk now."

"I have something to do."

"Spare me five minutes."

"I'm not giving you five minutes to talk about that doctor. If that's what you came here for, then you've wasted your time."

Brenda paused, her mind racing. How in the world did her father know? "Dad , I never mentioned anything about Ugo."

"You think I'm stupid? You think I won't know about your so-called boyfriend? You think I won't do my investigation?"

Brenda's confusion deepened. "Did Mom tell you?" "She didn't need to. I overheard your conversation."

She scoffed, disbelief etched on her face. "How long have you known?" Her voice dropped to a whisper.

"What does it matter?"

"It does! Dad, I was suffering from those dates with Tommy. I had a boyfriend, yet you made me..." She trailed off, her heart breaking as tears threatened to spill.

"Did you plan all this with Tommy? All the meetings, the dates, was it all you?" She pressed, searching his face for answers. Her father remained silent, and in that moment, she had her answer.

"How could you do this to me?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"Do what? All I've ever done is put you first. Don't be ungrateful. All I've ever wanted is for you to have the right life. I've been doing that for you, and I'm still doing it. That doctor isn't fit to date you."

"And Gbadamosi was? You and Mom chose Gbadamosi."

"I honestly don't know what I was thinking when I did. Tommy is the right choice."

"For who? I don't even like him. I love Ugo, Daddy; he makes me happy. With him, I want to be a better version of myself. Tommy isn't going to do that."

"Tomisin is going to give you the best life can offer. All those expensive trips, will this Igbo guy be able to afford it?"

"Ugh! Who cares? All that matters is my happiness."

"Be honest with yourself, Brenda. Do you really think you can live without all the luxuries? What can Ugo offer you? His net worth isn't even close to Tommy's."

"Love." She snapped and he sniggered in mockery, "Love doesn't pay the bills. Imagine if I couldn't provide for you. Imagine if I couldn't afford your expensive lifestyle, the international education you got."

"I could have lived that way in contentment!"

"Contentment isn't even in your vocabulary."

"Well, I'm open to adding it, Dad. Learning is a daily process. I love Ugo, and if that's all I ever get, I'll be content. I took long to realize this, and I ended up ruining things for him and me. Dad, I can't do this thing with Tommy."

Her father scoffed, "You'll break off your engagement over someone you're not sure of. How are you sure he's serious?"

"Dad, you need to get to know Ugo. He's not that kind of person. If there's anyone I'll ever love to do life with, it's with him, not Tommy."

Her father scoffed, "So you'll break off the engagement? Do you have any idea the number of people that I've called to congratulate me?"

"You asked for it, Dad. You played the music; you might as well dance to the tune of disgrace."

"Well, not me."

"What are you going to do, force me to get married to Tommy?"

"If I have to. "

Brenda's eyes widened in disbelief. "You can't be serious, Dad." "Do you see me laughing? You had better not have this conversation with Tommy. Have you?"

"I'm waiting till he gets back."

"You had better not."

"You wouldn't force me. I'm an adult."

"A woman who has nothing useful going on in her life. You're a useless piece, but Tommy can turn your life around. Ugo or whatever his name is, he's just going to throw you in the garbage."

"Exactly where piece of trash like me belongs, yes, Dad, because I'm useless."

Her father rolled his eyes, frustration evident on his face. "That wasn't what-" "I got your point all right."

"Go home, Brenda. We're not having this conversation. You're not dating that guy, period!"

"I never signed up for this!"

"I don't recall compelling you to do anything."

She clenched her fists at her sides, her nails digging into her palms as she fought to keep her composure.

"I'll admit I've been gullible and too scared to speak up, but Dad, you're the one who caused this!" She exclaimed, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and hurt. "You didn't even consider my feelings. You're supposed to be my father! I've been in pain for two weeks! Cheating on Ugo without his knowledge-I did it for you! I wanted you to be proud of me for something, anything!"

"If you want to keep this up, then marry Tommy. Don't be ungrateful, Brenda. Everything I've done is for your benefit. Love and happiness are for the weak; wealth is power."

Brenda's breath hitched, her chest tightening. "I want to be happy for the first time in my life! I don't want to end up like..." She hesitated, the words catching in her throat, the image of her mother's weary face flashing in her mind and how she have had to endure a cheating husband in the midst of wealth.

"My happiness matters too Dad." She continued.

His face hardened, "You're going to get married to Tommy, or else." "Or else what?" She challenged narrowing her eyes.

"You're going to find another father to support and fund you because the moment you call off that engagement, you'll cease to be my daughter, and you're going to find another roof to live that life." His words were like a slap, and Brenda staggered back, shock coursing through her veins.

"You wouldn't do that to your own daughter," She whispered, disbelief etched across her face.

"Try me. Even when I told your mother about my plans she knew I would keep to my word."

"Mom knew?"

"I won't be a father to someone so ungrateful, and that's exactly what you are, Brenda-ungrateful! Alaimore ni o! (You're ungrateful!)" His voice boomed.

"Daddy! I appreciate all you've done; I ask for this one thing." She pleaded, her voice cracking.

"You're always asking for favors. What about mine? This is the time for you to return the favor," He retorted dismissively

"Return the favor? I'm your daughter, not one of your fucking whores!" She snapped, her voice rising in anger. Mr. Arolowo's face darkened, his jaw clenched as he fought to contain his fury.

"How dare you?"

Dad, I love Ugo! I've been traumatized, believing all men are the same-unfaithful and deceitful. I didn't care who I was with; I never gave love a chance. I gave up on commitment because I had no role model. Then there was Gbadamosi, who raised my hopes a bit, but Ugo, Ugo gave me real hope. He's a good man who loves me, and I don't have to doubt that because I know he does. I don't expect you to understand what that means because if you did, you wouldn't treat women like disposable objects."

"Watch your tone, Brenda!" he warned, "No, you watch it, Dad! I'll hate Mom to have some sexually transmitted disease because her husband can't keep it in his pants. Or how many has she have to deal with?"

"Get out," he commanded, his voice icy.

"I choose me, Dad. I choose my happiness, and even though I have to do it outside your roof and without your money, I'll be fine."

"Get out!" He barked and She turned on her heel, her heart pounding as she stormed out of the office, she slammed the door shut.

The hallway felt suffocating as she walked away, her mind racing with the weight of their conversation. She could feel the tears prickling at the corners of her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She had made her choice, and no matter how painful it was, she would stand by it.

Gbadamosi gripped the steering wheel tightly, as he sat in the suffocating traffic. The rhythmic beats of "An Endless Ocean 'Alakori'" pulsed through the car, filling the air with a soothing melody. He glanced at the clock on the dashboard, time was slipping away, suddenly he remembered a promise he forgot to keep- he promised Kilahi he'll handle the snacks for tomorrow

With a sigh, he pulled out his phone, the screen lighted up his face. "I can't believe I forgot about the snacks for Kilahi," He muttered to himself, shaking his head. He dialed one of the church members, Sister Yuddie's number, his heart racing slightly as he anticipated the conversation.

"Good evening, Papa," Came her cheerful voice, breaking through the the line.

"Good evening, Sister Yuddie," He replied, forcing a smile even though she couldn't see him. "This one you're calling me, alert must enter my phone before the end of the day."

She laughed, "Must everything around you evolve around money?" "Ah Papa!"

"Isn't that the truth?" He chuckled, leaning back in his seat. "I was supposed to have called since. My fiancée needs small chops delivered tomorrow."

"Jesus Christ! Like how many?"

"Let's say three hundred or four hundred. I'm not sure about the number, but it's better to have surplus than shortages," He said.

Sister Yuddie exhaled deeply, "Wow, that's quite a lot! Daddy, I have plans. I was asking so I can make a compromise, but 300 small chops? My team and I have wedding cakes-emphasis on cakes-and a housewarming cake to deliver. What I can do is call my contacts. Have you called Sister Yetunde?"

"I'll do that now. Thank you,"

"Daddy, I'm feeling so bad. Our Mama needs this. Just call by the end of today. If it's not possible to get a good, free, and reliable baker, let me know. Today is Friday, and most of us are always booked for Saturday, so it might be a problem."

"Don't work yourself up about it. Bye, Yuddie," he said, ending the call with a sigh. He glanced around at the sea of cars, each one a reminder of the time slipping away.

He dialed another number, and the phone rang twice before a familiar voice answered. "Good evening, Papa."

"Good evening, Sister Yetunde! How are you?" he asked, trying to keep the conversation light.

"Fine, I'm already at Ilaro," She replied and Gbadamosi shut his eyes in remembrance.

"Shoot! True, your sister's wedding," He remembered, a smile creeping onto his face.

"Yes! I have a testimony-the cake didn't break, to the glory and the shame of the enemy," She said, laughter bubbling in her voice.

Gbadamosi chuckled, "I was going to call you to make small chops for my fiancée. There's this program that has been going on, and tomorrow's the last day. Her vendor disappointed her."

"How many?" She asked, her tone shifting to one of concern.

"Like maybe 300 or 400," He replied, feeling the weight of the request.

"Ah, Papa. We have deliveries, and I can tell my people to do it, but I can't completely vouch for that number you're calling. Maybe a hundred? Are you sure about the number?"

"It's a five hundred capacity hall. It's better to have surplus than shortages," He insisted, his brow furrowing in thought.

"I wish I was there. Papa, let me make calls. I'll call my girls and get back to you," She replied.

"No problem," Gbadamosi replied, just as a call came in from Muyiwa.

"If it isn't lover boy," He teased, a grin spreading across his face as he answered.

"I'm learning from the Chief who's getting married next week," Muyiwa replied, laughter in his voice.

"You had better get married after me," Gbadamosi joked, shaking his head at the thought.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Baby steps, baby steps. It's scary that I'm already initiating the whole 'I love you' move. Calm down. We are still navigating through this relationship thing, we'll get there eventually. I didn't come to toy with Sharon this time around." Muyiwa answered earnestly.

Gbadamosi's brow creased in thought, and he suddenly remembered Sharon. "Hey, Sharon bakes, right?" He asked, a spark of hope igniting in his chest.

"Yeah," Muyiwa replied, curious.

"Do you know if she'll be available to make small chops for Kilahi? At least like 300 or more. Her vendor disappointed her," Gbadamosi said with urgency.

"I'll find out," Muyiwa assured him.

"Call and let me know the arrangements and price," Gbadamosi instructed, tapping his fingers nervously on the steering wheel.

"For the sake of charity, I'll handle it if she has the time. Maybe this was why I called; I don't even know why I did in the first place," Muyiwa said, a hint of laughter in his voice.

Gbadamosi smiled, feeling a wave of relief wash over him. "Thanks. I'll be expecting a response," He said, his grip on the wheel loosening slightly as the tension began to ease.

"No problem," Muyiwa replied, and they ended the call. Gbadamosi leaned back in his seat, glancing out the window at the bustling road.

As the traffic began to inch forward, he couldn't help but smile at the thought of helping Kilahi settled the item 7.

Kilahi stepped into the Revive Foundation and then into Mrs Aisha's office. She knocked lightly on the door before entering, her heart racing slightly with anticipation. "Good evening, Ma'am," Kilahi greeted glancing at her phone screen- It was 5:20 pm.

"If it's not the bride of the moment." Mrs Aisha replied in Hausa then she switched into English " Good evening, dear," Her warm smile lighting up the room. Kilahi felt a wave of relief wash over her; Mrs. Aisha always had a way of making her feel at home.

"I hope you're enjoying your three weeks of leave," Mrs. Aisha continued, leaning back in her chair.

"These past few days have been the most fulfilling yet stressful time of my life," Kilahi admitted, letting out a soft sigh as she sank into the chair opposite Mrs. Aisha. The weight of wedding preparations was heavy on her shoulders, but the excitement of marrying Gbadamosi kept her spirits high.

"After the wedding, you'll have another week of rest," Mrs. Aisha assured her, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

Kilahi raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk forming. "Toor, depends on your definition of rest," She replied, her tone light but laced with truth. Mrs. Aisha chuckled, "Oh, come on! The honeymoon is not just about the sex; there's rest too! And there's that peace that comes from knowing you married the right person. I remember after marrying Lammy, how happy and at peace I felt. He isn't a perfect man-he has his flaws-but he respects me, and there's nothing better than a man who listens intently. That's who Lammy was, and still is to this day."

Kilahi nodded, absorbing Mrs. Aisha's words. "My take-home for you next week is this: marriage will always have its ups and downs, but the ability to make it work or destroy it lies in our hands. Strive to make it work always." She added.

Kilahi smiled, her heart swelling with gratitude. "Yes, Ma'am." "I suppose you didn't come to receive marriage lectures. I'm sure you've had enough of those,"

"Ma..." Kilahi trailed off, her expression turning serious. "I came to make a request to change Garba from being my trainer."

Mrs. Aisha blinked in surprise, her brow furrowing. "What's going on? Why?" "Nothing really," Kilahi replied, but the uncertainty in her voice betrayed her.

"Did he try anything stupid? Garba Dantata! Gosh, I'll kill that man," Mrs. Aisha exclaimed, her protective instincts kicking in.

"He didn't do anything," Kilahi reassured her, creasing her brow in thought. What stupid thing could he have done? She didn't understand where her boss' fear was streaming from.

"What did he do?" Mrs. Aisha pressed, her tone shifting to one of concern.

Kilahi hesitated, then confessed, "I think he likes me."

Mrs. Aisha's expression turned indifferent, as if she had expected this revelation. "You knew?" Kilahi asked, "Yes," Mrs. Aisha admitted, her tone calm. "Why did you make him my trainer?"

"Because i thought he'd be professional about it?" Mrs Aisha replied, her voice rising slightly. "Garba told me it was your idea for him to be my trainer." "He opted to be your trainer, I didn't agree but he was quite convincing."

Kilahi snorted in disbelief, "I thought it was a coincidence. Was this his plan? To what? Get me to like him? Because I don't understand."

"Garba is a lot of things, but I don't think my cousin is that petty. I reminded him that you're engaged, but when I think of it now, that has never stopped him before." Mrs. Aisha paused, her gaze piercing. "Do you like him?"

Kilahi lifted her head, her heart racing. "I'm slowly getting used to seeing him around. He engaged me in whatever game he was playing."

"I don't think he was playing any game. Garba sincerely cares about you. I've never seen him care about anyone like he cares for you. He started falling in love with you after that assignment together. He intentionally stayed back out of respect for Gbadamosi. I don't think he has any harmful thoughts in mind. It's normal to develop feelings; who wouldn't fall in love with you? Look at you, Kilahi. You've blossomed into a beautiful butterfly. You're no longer that pupa that walked into this organization months ago. In such a short time, you've learned and grown. Any man would be insane not to fall in love with you. Your good character shines brightly; you can't blame people for calling it gold. He values and just wants to protect you."

Kilahi exhaled, her heart heavy. "I don't want him to train me again. Let's just see it as me striving to protect my marriage and guard my heart."

Mrs. Aisha nodded, her expression softening with understanding. "I completely understand. I'll request an immediate change. I'm sorry for whatever inconveniences this must have caused you." "It's fine. I just want this fixed as soon as possible," Kilahi replied in anxiety.

"Have you spoken to him?" Mrs. Aisha asked, her brow furrowing slightly.

"Not yet," She sighed, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her blouse. "I think you should. He should hear it from the horse's mouth and not mine."

Just then, her phone buzzed, and she glanced at the screen. "Talk about the angel," She whispered and anxiety took over her. Mrs. Aisha smiled knowingly. "I guess that's your cue to straighten things up."

Kilahi took a deep breath, steeling herself before answering the call. "Hello, Garba," She said, rising from her chair and stepping out of the office, the door clicking softly behind her.

"Hey, Kilahi. How are you doing?" His voice was warm, and she could almost picture his smile.

"Fine, thanks for asking. And you?" She replied, her heart racing.

"Fine, now that I've heard your voice. Your voice has to be the quickest stress relief I've ever encountered," he said playfully.

She laughed nervously, feeling the weight of his words. His feelings were becoming clearer by the moment, and it made her stomach twist. "Garba, there's something we need to talk about." "What is it? You sound serious," He replied concerned about him..

Kilahi exhaled slowly, unsure of where to start. She knew it was essential to clear the air to avoid any future misunderstandings. "I requested a change in trainer." "What?" He sounded shocked then he continued, "I'm your trainer. Why would you do that?" His surprise was palpable, and she could almost hear the frown in his voice.

"Because of the obvious," She said, her tone firm.

"The obvious? Whatever obvious reason isn't exactly obvious to me." He echoed, "Our relationship has been compromised, Garba." "Can we skip the part where you pretend you don't like me and you haven't been flirting with me?" She asked and he fell silent, the weight of her words hanging in the air.

"Kilahi," He pressed, his tone softer now.

"I was so stupid and naive to realize this," She admitted, her heart racing. "I mean, the other day you came to the office with flowers." "It was to apologize to you," He clarified, his voice earnest.

"Tell me there wasn't an ulterior motive. To think of it, you even asked me outto lunch that day. Yes! I remember vividly. And all those compliments... Jesus Christ, I've been stupid. How didn't I know you were flirting?" She exclaimed, frustration bubbling to the surface.

"Maybe because you were enjoying it too?" He suggested, a teasing lilt in his voice.

Kilahi scoffed, shaking her head as if he could see her. "In my defense, I was being naive and trusting. I expected you to respect the fact that I was engaged. My wedding is next week for crying out loud, Garba. How could you say such a thing?" "What did I say wrong?" He asked, genuine confusion lacing his words.

"Last night, I had a fight with Sewuese because of you. You don't tell a woman who is engaged to admit you're attractive. Even though you're attractive-very attractive, to be honest-keep your attraction to yourself. Your attraction doesn't matter; for me, Gbadamosi is the most attractive man I've ever met, and you should respect that. Not try to insinuate that I'm falling in love with you. I hope I've made myself clear."

Garba cleared his throat, "Okay. That shouldn't stop us from training together. I admit, I must have gotten in way over my head, but I'll try to be more professional from now on." "No, Garba. I can't risk my relationship over this," She insisted.

"Why? Is there something you're scared of? Are you in love with me?" He asked "No. That I can tell you for free! But there's no way you'll stay with someone and not feel a certain kind of bond."

"You mean attraction," He countered, his tone challenging yet soft.

"Whatever, Garba. I love Gbadamosi. I've never been more sure of anything in my life. God has brought us together, and the scriptures say that what God has brought together, let no man put asunder. I am too deep-rooted, too connected to God to let just anyone take me away from His perfect path. Thank you for coming into my life; you've been instrumental in your own way. You're a mistake God saved me from, and I'm gladly taking this as a lesson. This doesn't make us enemies; I'll see you and still greet you, but let our relationship be strictly professional from now on with lots of boundaries. It was nice being friends with you, Garba, while it lasted. Goodbye."

"Wait." He begged but She ended the call. A sigh escaped her lips as the weight of her words hung heavily in the air. Had she been too harsh? But deep down, she knew it was for the best. She needed to focus on her wedding preparations. She has to keep her heart and mind aligned with her commitment.

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. A sense of relief washed over her, "Thank God." She muttered.

As Sharon watched a client step out of her small office, she took a deep breath. She glanced at her phone, noticing a missed call from Muyiwa. With a quick tap, she returned the call.

"Hey, babe! Sorry I missed your call. I was in a meeting," She said, her voice warm and apologetic.

"No problem! Are you free tomorrow?" Muyiwa asked, his tone casual but with a hint of urgency.

Sharon hesitated, glancing at her do to list on the table. "Actually, I'm not."

"Oh."

"Why did you ask?"

"Well, Gbadamosi called. His fiancée needs about 300 small chops delivered to an event tomorrow."

"Wait, you mean Pastor Gbadamosi George?" Sharon exclaimed, her eyebrows shooting up in surprise. "Yep, that's the one! You say his name like it's a royal title. What about me? Oya Call my name," He teased.

"Mumuyiwa," She replied, and they both burst into laughter, the sound echoing softly in her office.

"See! No value for your own boyfriend."

"You should consider becoming a pastor yourself," She joked.

"Shey? I'd have to find a Bible college first. Not sure they'd accept an ex-douche like me," He replied, his voice dripping with seriousness.

"Well, the fact that I accepted you is proof that what God cannot do does not exist. If God can accept an ex-douche, I'm sure the Bible college will too," Sharon shot back.

"I just don't want all those sisters in Bible college falling for me. I'm irresistibly charming," He said, she could literally imagine him puffing out his chest.

"Oh, please! Now, seriously, what does Pastor Gbadamosi need?" Sharon leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand, curious.

"It's one of those events where they distribute pads to girls. His fiancée is hosting it,"

"Maybe it's the one I saw Instagram or maybe it's another one. Continue."

"She needs someone to prepare about 300 small chops. I'll cover the costs, of course, out of charity..." He explained with a more serious tone.

"Awn. Is there really no one else who can do it? Didn't they have a plan?" Sharon asked, her brow furrowing with concern.

"The vendor canceled last minute, of something like that." He replied.

"Ehya. We have deliveries tomorrow, not like they are much but I don't even have enough supplies. The disposables we use aren't even up to fifty, and it's already evening," She said, glancing at the clock on her wall. "But I can call my usual supplier. Maybe she can rush some over. If I make a couple of calls, I can get enough help to pull this off."

"Is that a yes?" He asked, his voice brightening.

Sharon smiled, feeling a rush of determination. "Yes, I'll do it." "That's fantastic! Now, let's talk about the price without getting too familiar," He said, in a business-like tone.

Sharon groaned, rolling her eyes playfully. "Ugh, that's the part I dread the most." "Hey, familiarity aside, business is business. Here's a tip: always keep your production cost and profit in mind. You need to set a price that covers your costs and leaves room for profit. Aim for at least thirty percent profit margin. How much is it going to cost to make 300 plate of small-chops? Maybe ten bags of flour, one bag of baking powder." He guessed, "Hm hm, twenty bags." She replied sarcastically.

"Let's say a hundred thousand naira for production material. Now think, how much will you charge for your labor and Co-labourers?" He advised, his voice steady and encouraging and she sighed.

Manny pulled over to the side of the road, glancing back at Ossy, who was sound asleep in the back seat. He turned to Hilary, who sat beside him, a playful smile on her face. "He's completely exhausted," Manny said softly, watching the little boy's chest rise and fall.

"You need rest too." He added and she scoffed.

"Tomorrow's Saturday-Kilahi's event! I'm in charge of handing out gifts and keeping everything organized. Kilahi has finally met her special Santa Claus," She teased.

"You can keep Ossy with Mummy. He doesn't need to be around for the event. Otherwise, you might have to explain to him why women bleed from their...," He trailed off, a smirk playing on his lips.

Hilary gasped, her eyes widening in realization. "Oh no! That sounds like something Ossy would definitely ask, but I don't want to stress your mom out."

"Mom will love it! Ossy is the best stress relief for her. She adores that boy. At this rate, I'm worried she might adopt him before I do," Manny joked, and Hilary burst into laughter.

"That's hilarious!" She exclaimed, "Hilary just said 'hilarious,'" Manny chimed in, grinning.

"You need to get some rest too," He suggested, reaching over to squeeze her hand gently. "How's the song series going? You had that meeting with the sponsors, right?" She asked and he gave a nod.

"Don't worry about that. Guess what? I was invited to feature in a YouTube movie series," he announced.

Hilary laughed, "Who? Can you even act?" "I'm multi-talented," He replied, puffing out his chest playfully.

"Yeah, you're a great show host, an outspoken OAP, and an amazing MC," She listed, her tone teasing.

"You forgot to add 'funny' to that list," He interjected, raising an eyebrow.

"Let's not get carried away. You're not a comedian," She shot back, a playful glint in her eyes.

"So I'm deceiving myself shey?" He asked, feigning shock, and she laughed again.

"You're not funny. But I can't blame you; I take the blame for laughing at all your dry jokes. What can I say? It's part of the crazy things you do for love."

Manny gasped dramatically. "Wow! I feel roasted right now! And it's not even corn style-I'm talking the whole Ishi-ewu, goat-grinning style!" He watched her laugh, enjoying the moment.

"So you thought you were funny, huh?" "I know I try sha, the way I've been making you laugh for the past how many minutes now." "It's love throwing it's laughing gas at me. I forgot to add to your multi talent, you're a great kisser too," She said, leaning in slightly.

A wide smile formed on Manny's lips, "Maybe I should add that to my resume," He teased and Hilary gasped, "You dare not! Imagine one desperate employee seeing 'good kisser' on your resume, assuming that's even a thing. How will you prove your efficiency?" She asked he blew kisses at her and she laughed slapping his arm playfully.

"Babe, you're not serious!" She answered leaning into him.

"You're all that, but you're not an actor," She continued teasing.

"What if I said I've been acting with you? That all my feelings are properly scripted," He quipped.

"Easy, I'll let you know that I can also act as a bouncer, and I give good punches, even better, I'll sit on you." She threatened playfully, and he laughed heartily.

"You know I'm just joking, right?" He asked, his tone softening.

"Of course," She replied, her smile genuine.

"I'll be playing the role of Manny an OAP in a few scenes. You know now, celebrity OAP." He said and she raised her nose.

"You that couldn't wait to see me when we met. I don't blame you, it's familiarity that's causing all this insult."

Hilary laughed, "He called it familiarity." "So, what do you think about the acting stuff?" He asked, his excitement bubbling over.

"You're already busy as it is and with the new promotion, and the shoe you're going to be hosting, you know we've barely had the time. I know you've been trying but won't it be too much for you? I don't want to feel like you're trying to do too much because of Ossy and I."

"Hey! I have plans."

"I already told you, we can pause on wedding plans until we have everything sorted out. You don't have to feel pressured to proposed."

"Well I want to." He confessed with a small smile, "I get your point though. Babe, I'll be fine. I promise you that I'm not the main actor." He answered and she laughed, "I'll be fine." He added again.

"As long as no one is kissing my man, I'm fine with it," She answered, her expression turning serious for a moment.

"The lips are exclusively for me," She added, moving closer, their faces inches apart. "You're lucky I don't like sharing either." He replied and She pulled back quickly, knowing Manny was about to lean in for a kiss. She laughed mocking his disappointment.

"Come on now! It's been a while." He complained.

Soon, she sighed, breaking the moment. "You know this Garba guy, right? Kilahi's Garba?"

"Yes, Dantata. What about him?" Manny asked wondering where his girlfriend was heading with this.

"Is he a bad person? What's his persona like?" She inquired, her brow furrowing slightly.

"Why do you ask?" he replied, sensing the seriousness in her tone.

"Just curious," She shrugged, trying to play it cool.

"Garba has a problem-he doesn't understand boundaries. That's his main flaw. He's a nice guy, fun to be with, but when it comes to personal space, he has none. If a woman gives him a red light, he just barrels through without a second thought. It's that bad ," Manny explained, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Does this have anything to do with Kilahi?" He asked, his interest deepening.

Hilary shrugged. "Girl code, I can't say." "Does she like him?" "Haba!" 'I won't deny he's attractive." He answered and she gave him a suspicious look.

"Come on now! It's a general comment."

"Don't mind me jare. Kilahi loves Gbadamosi," Hilary replied, her tone serious.

"I think she should keep her distance. Maybe I'll slide into her DM and talk about it," Manny suggested, his protective instincts kicking in.

"She's going to think I told you about it. I don't want to be the friend who spills secrets when I didn't even say anything," Hilary said, her eyes wide with concern.

Manny blinked in surprise, "Wait, she likes him?" "I didn't say that," She replied.

"You didn't need to. The way you said, 'She's going to think I told you about it,' kind of gave it away," He pointed out, raising an eyebrow.

He scoffed, "Gbadamosi expressed his concern to me, he's scared that Garba might step out of line." "Step out of line? Kilahi is not that kind of person." "No one is talking about sex here. He might kiss her, Gbadamosi is looking forward to that first kiss. He's definitely going to get mad again."

"Again?" She asked, intrigued.

"You know Gbadamosi wasn't really based in Nigeria. He would frequently visit, especially because Mummy wanted to see him instead of traveling. There was this one time he had his eyes on a girl, only for Garba to sleep with her. Gbadamosi was furious because he had made his intentions clear. It wasn't just with him; those two have shared punches as well as good times. But after Gbadamosi got back from his service year, he distanced himself from Garba, Muyiwa and his bad companies completely. It was even worse with Garba; the guy is a hopeless flirt, I personally stopped seeing him when I stopped clubbing." Manny explained.

Hilary exhaled, her expression thoughtful. "This is premium gist. Well, she has severe ties with him. She sent me a message." "Thank God! Because I can't imagine my Pastor throwing punches at Garba again," Manny said, laughing at the absurdity of the situation.

"Right? That would be a sight to see!" Hilary chuckled, shaking her head.

Brenda walked into the hotel lobby, she hide her frustration under a poker expression. She dragged her purple fancy luggage behind her, the wheels rolling smoothly across the polished marble floor. The receptionist, a woman flashed a warm smile and then she greeted her from behind the counter.

"Hello, welcome to the Delta Hotel and suites. How may I assist you?" "Hi, I'd like to book a room, please."

"Certainly, ma'am." The receptionist nodded and began typing on her computer. After filling her more information, she requested for her card. "May I have your credit card, please?"

Brenda handed over her card, and the receptionist processed the payment. However, her expression changed from welcoming to apologetic.

"I'm so sorry, ma'am. It seems your card has been declined."

Brenda's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What? That's impossible. I have plenty of funds in my account." Her card has never been declined.

The receptionist sympathetically shook her head. "I apologize, ma'am. Let me try again." She reinserted the card and processed the payment once more. "What does it say?" She asked with annoyance.The receptionist's expression turned sympathetic. "I apologize, ma'am. It says here that the card has been declined due to insufficient funds."

"That's impossible! I know I have money in my account. Can you try again?"

The receptionist nodded and tried processing the payment for the third time. However, the result remained the same. "I'm so sorry, ma'am. It seems your card is being declined. Could you possibly try another payment method?"

Brenda's mind raced back to what her father said, could he have... She trailed off in thought. Herface fell, her mind racing with possibilities she hoped wasn't real.

"Ma'am, would you like to try paying with cash or another card?" The receptionist asked, breaking into her thoughts.

She slowly reached into her purse and pulled out her phone, her mind made up. "I'll just call my Dad real quick," She said, trying to sound calm despite the growing anxiety within her.

The girl nodded, biting her lip as she pulled out her phone, her fingers trembling as she dialed her father's number. There was a dial sound and then the call ended. "Dad, please pick up," She muttered under her breath, glancing back at the receptionist, who was watching her with a mix of concern and professionalism.

She tried again and the call made dial sound and then ended abruptly. "Fuck!" She muttered rolling her eyes, did her father block her? She asked within.

"Is there any other way I can help you?" The receptionist asked, her voice softening. "We do have a lovely lounge if you'd like to wait here while you sort this out." "Thanks, but I really need to get a room." She said through gritted teeth.

Then she called her mother.

"Hello Brenda." Her mother said and she walked away from the receptionist, "Mom, I need a favor, I want to book a room in a hotel but I can't cause my account was declined." "That's impossible. I'm sure it's a network issue. Where are you? Are you preparing for the Pad a girl child initiative or something?" She asked curiously.

"No. Dad didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what? You know I'm not home."

"Dad kicked me out after my conversation with him."

Mrs Arolowo scoffed, "After the Ikokore I made." "Dad is just being selfish." "Your Dad has always been selfish but I'm not going to let him kick my own daughter out. Go back home Brenda, I'll take the first flight back to Lagos." "Mom, don't bother. I'm sorry but I can't. Do you think he froze my account?"

"I don't know. Have you called him?"

"I can't get to him, I think he blocked me too. But of course, he told didn't he? Mom you knew about Dad's sick plans and you said nothing." She fought her tears in a public space. "I only overheard his call the day Tommy proposed to you. I was trying to influence things at the background but you know your father and his coconut head! Once he has something fixed on his mind, he doesn't stop until he achieves it. I tried to talk him out of it but he threatened to take everything from you."

Brenda cried, "I honestly didn't think he'll do it. How does a person switch from being Daddy's baby girl to an enemy in such a short time?" "Hey. Go home." "I'm not. Dad made his decision and I've made mine." "Okay, what hotel are you in?" "Delta Hotel."

"Can I talk to the receptionist? How long do you plan on staying? I'll pay till we can sort this out."

Brenda scoffed, "You can save it Mom! Frankly, at the moment, I don't think I need any money that comes from that heartless man." "Brenda." "Yes Mom, what kind of Father cancels his daughter because she refused to be with a man she doesn't like?"

"Where will you stay?" Her mother asked, she could hear her worried tone.

"God has given me friends Mom. I'll call Kilahi."

"Brenda."

"I'll call back Mom." She answered ending the call.

Sefa dragged Brenda's luggage into her room, Kilahi and Brenda stepped in. Brenda looked around the room. Sefa's obvious little prayer altar and all the posters and stickers notes on the wall.

The room was smaller than hers. "The room might not be as big as yours, but...." Kilahi stalled and Brenda arced her brow, "You haven't even been to my house."

"From the way you're staring at the room, I can tell it's smaller."

Brenda scoffed, "Don't be silly Kilahi, beggers aren't exactly choosers." "You're not a begger."

Brenda's voice caught her throat as she whimpered closing her face in silent sobs. "Dad really did his worst." "You need to clear your mind. You'll be fine here." Kilahi assured.

And Brenda blew her nose into a piece of handkerchief in her hand. She had developed catarrh from crying too much.

"Thank you." She said now staring at Sefa. "You are welcome to the room Aunty Brenda, feel at room. MI casa, Su casa." She said with a smile .

Aunty Mabel pushed her head into the room, "Dinner is ready guys." "I'm not hungry, I don't have the appetite." "I'm going to pretend that I don't understand your British accent cause that's one English we don't understand in this house. You must have the appetite oh, you can't be a guest and we don't treat you like one. Freshen up, we'll be waiting for you."

Saturday

6:25 am

A young girl, about 16, her 14-year-old sister, and their 24-year-old male cousin walked along the quiet street after the vigil, the sound of their laughter echoed through the night air. The mother, engrossed in a conversation with another church member, trailed behind them.

Olotu, parked at a corner in his brown Sienna, observed the family with a calculating gaze. He nudged his partner, who was dozing off, with his elbow. "Wake up, work dey" Olotu whispered, his voice low and urgent.

His partner slowly opened his eyes, rubbing the sleep off his face. "Wetin dey happen?" he asked, his voice groggy.

"We be three inside this place, we fit catch those children." Olotu said, his eyes fixed on the family. "If we grab two of them, we go make am."

His partner shook his head, "E no go work, Olotu. Alon warn us say make we no dey do anything wey go attract attention. Eyes dey on top every brown Sienna for this estate."

Olotu's face twisted in a mixture of frustration and annoyance. "How many brown Sienna dey parked for this estate?" He asked, his voice laced with sarcasm. "I no count," His partner replied, shrugging his shoulders.

Olotu's eyes rolled in exasperation. "Who dey pay attention to all these talk? We came here for the catch." "Make we wait, we fit see girl way dey waka alone."

Olotu was already focused on the opportunity. "See opportunity now. The gate dey always dey open, easy access, easy escape, no security ." He started the car, and the engine purred to life.

As the Sienna slowly drove towards the girls, Olotu's partner opened the door, and he stepped out, grabbing the youngest girl and pulling her into the car. The 14-year-old sister screamed, and her mother and cousin ran towards them, but it was too late. The Sienna sped away, leaving the family in a state of panic.

"Kidnapper oh! Kidnapper oh!" The mother yelled, slapping the 24-year-old cousin on the arm. "Weren't you supposed to watch them?" She accused, her face twisted in anger and fear.

As the Sienna approached the gate, a police van suddenly appeared, blocking their path. Olotu's face fell, and he muttered under his breath, "Shit!" He forced a smile onto his face and greeted the police officer from the driver's seat. "Good morning oh, officer."

The police officer, a stern expression on his face, replied, "Good morning. A situation was reported, thieves robbed the hostel at the other street, these guys made away with laptops, phone, money. Sure say no be una?" He eyed Olotu and his partner suspiciously.

Olotu laughed, trying to appear nonchalant. "God forbid, officer. We na law abiding citizens oh. Na vigil we dey come from? Na our church we dey come from."

The police officer raised an eyebrow. "This heavenly citizens church? Na so so vigil una dey do. Wetin una dey find for night? Wetin una owe God? Na so una go dey disturb God up and down."

"Na all this church way dey do vigil naim no dey make God sleep oh." Another officer joked and Olotu forced a laughter.

Olotu's partner spoke up, trying to sound calm. "We just dey come from vigil, officer. We no dey do anything bad."

The police officer's eyes narrowed. "Who get the girl way dey back?" He nodded towards the back seat, where the young girl was already unconscious.

Olotu's partner hesitated, then replied, "Na my sister, officer."

The police officer's eyes locked onto Olotu's partner. "Wake her up." "Officer she dey sleep now." "Bring out your particulars." He requested and Olotu hesitated, trying to think of a way to get out of the situation.

He pulled out his wallet, removing a wad of minty notes, about five thousand naira, and stretched it out to the police officers. "Make una manage am, officer. We no get time for all these questions."

The junior officer's face lit up with a smile, but the senior officer's expression remained stern. "Keep your money and show me the damn particular. We no dey collect bribe here."

"Officer, the real thief way una dey come go just commot. Maybe the car way just pass for front na ...na them they there." olotu's partner stammered.

"Show me your particulars now."

Olotu's face fell, and he placed his hand on the steering wheel, trying to think of his next move. Olotu's partner spoke up, trying to sound innocent. "We no be criminals oh, officer. We just dey go our way."

The superior officer, a tall, imposing figure with a stern expression, took a step closer to the car. "Step out of the car, then," He barked, his voice firm and authoritative.

Olotu's eyes flicked to the officer, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Okay," Olotu replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. As he spoke, he slowly reached for the door handle, his left hand moving in a slow, deliberate motion.

But just as he was about to open the door, his right hand, which had been resting on the steering wheel, suddenly darted to his waist. He pulled out a gun, the metal glinting in the dark as he pointed it at the officer.

The officer's who noticed his sky movement instinctively had his own gun pointed at him. He pulled the trigger, and a loud crack echoed through the air as the bullet struck Olotu in the chest.

Olotu's body slumped forward, his head hitting the steering wheel with a sickening thud. His partner, who had been watching in horror, let out a blood-curdling scream. "Ewelewe!" He wailed, his voice echoing through the air. "I don die!" He added, his body trembling with fear.

6:34 am

Sefa sat cross-legged on the floor, her vibrant prayer altar surrounding her like a colorful cocoon. The walls of the room still adorned with an array of colorful sticky notes-with prayers and inspirational quotes. The altar was sacred and inviting. She clasped her hands together, her fingers interlacing as she closed her eyes, her lips moving in a soft murmur as she recited her prayer points.

As she finished her prayer, Sefa opened her eyes and noticed Brenda in bed, her gaze fixed on the altar. Brenda's eyes sparkled with curiosity, and a hint of admiration danced across her features.

"Sorry," Brenda apologized, her voice breaking atmosphere. She shifted her weight, a slight blush creeping onto her cheeks. "I didn't mean to stare. I was just admiring the stickers; they are so colorful."

Sefa smiled, her face lighting up with enthusiasm. "It's my prayer altar," She explained, gesturing around her. "I saw something similar on Instagram and decided to recreate my own. I come here whenever I need to talk to God or study intently. The bed is just too comfortable; I end up dozing off sometimes."

Brenda chuckled, "I can relate to that. I get too cozy and then-poof! I'm out like a light while trying to study the word. I could really use a place where my flesh feels uncomfortable, as long as my spirit is awake."

"That's the word for it, where the flesh feels uncomfortable, as long as my spirit is awake. Good mornin Ma." Sefa said, her tone brightening the atmosphere even more.

"Good morning, Sefa," Brenda replied, "You make me sound old."

"You're older than Aunty Kilahi."

"If it's up to me, I prefer Brenda."

"Home training will not make me, plus if Mom hears me, she might have to reset my brain with a slap. The only person I'm allowed to call by name is Ire, because we're more like friends. I hope you slept well?"

Brenda lets out a long sigh that seemed to carry the weight of her worries. "I can't say I did."

Sefa tilted her head slightly, her brow furrowing in concern. "Wasn't the bed comfortable enough?" She asked and Brenda shrugged, "It's not the bed." "I thought the problem was just you telling your father that you have someone you're in love with, right?" She asked, her voice gentle yet probing. Brenda's eyes widened in surprise, and she wondered how Sefa had known.

"I tend to meddle in things that don't concern me, call it a bad habit." Sefa admitted, a sheepish smile creeping onto her face. "I've overheard Aunty Kilahi and Aunty Sewuese talking about it."

Brenda exhaled slowly, her shoulders slumping as she processed her thoughts. "Well... I haven't told Tommy yet, and technically, we're still engaged," She confessed.

"What's stopping you?" Sefa inquired, her curiosity pumped up.

"Distance," Brenda replied, her gaze drifting to the window. "He's not in the country, and I want us to meet first and then figure out how to tell his parents. I don't want to be painted as the horrible person in their eyes, not like I give a fff..." She paused taking into consideration, Sefa's presence before spilling any foul word.

"Give a damn, about their opinion but I won't want anyone giving me a bad name."

Sefa nodded, her expression sympathetic. "I broke up with Teju over the phone," She shared, her voice showed no sign of regret. "It was messy, and I wish I could have handled it differently but I did what was necessary. There's the right way to do things and there's the necessary and in my experience, I broke up with Teju on phone so I can be at rest with my conscience. I also didn't want him getting the wrong idea that we were still together."

"I wasn't even together with him. Our whole dating experience is just a ffu...damn sham. He never asked me out."

"There must have been a red light for him to propose." "I didn't want to say no in front of everyone."

"But you said yes and ended up hurting yourself even more."

"Ugo too." She replied with a heavy sigh.

"One thing I've learned from my shitty experience is that, before I say yes to anything or any opportunity, first thing first, does God agree with it? What does he think. God is always going to give us a response, it might be a sign or I don't know.." She shrugged.

"I had a sign that I shouldn't go to with Teju but I ignored and.." She shrugged, "Before you say yes to another proposal or any proposal, the first question should be, does God agree. Papa G will always say, Sefa, always seek God's counsel. Even though a righteous man falls seven times, you don't have to fall seven times before you learn your lesson. Wise up!" She paused laughing in reminiscence.

"Oh shoot! That reminds me, I have an assignment I was supposed to turn in. P G is going to heat up a furnace and throw me in but I have the fourth man in the fire so I'm not bothered." She joked laughing at her joke but Brenda only stared at her a with a smile.

"It's an inside Bible joke, P G would have understood."

"Is Bada helping you spiritually?"

"Bada? You mean Pastor Gbadamosi?"

Brenda nods.

"Yes he is. Do you know how many books I have to read and review? Some of the books, I didn't even understand it from the start but now the Holy Spirit is helping me." She revealed and Brenda chuckled.

"That's sweet. I'm jealous of you. I guess I've been too overwhelmed with my problems to develop that intentional relationship."

"I can relate, but I take this into consideration; If I was quick to frolick with sin, have sex when I was in the world. Why should I deprive my lover of that intimacy when I'm literally married to him. Then I'll say it's easy to sin than give your totality to God. That was a person in the dark talking, when a person that has been in the dark for so long sees a candle shinning from afar, she's most likely to say that's the brightest thing I've ever seen but bring her into a room full of light. She's going to dismiss and retract the previous statement she made. That's me right now, relationship with God is so easy, Imagine easily opening your legs to a man because you want to have a knowledge of pleasure when you can open your heart to God and know something that's eternal. The Bible says that at his right hand are pleasures forever more." She explained rubbing her eyes.

"What else am I looking for? Tell me Aunty Brenda!" She asked and Brenda laughed.

"It's the analogy for me."

"You see bah, before I'll commit to any man, my future husband. I want God to fill me with so much knowledge first. I want to know and experience him. What even brought this topic, yes! You were talking about your problems. Just let God take it away, it was until I actually let of my burdens to God before I could feel light enough to have this journey. I'm still bothered by a lot but I take it to God in prayer and I don't have to worry too much cause I know he's differently working on it. Like PG made me understand in one of his messages, I believe God has dispatched angels to deliver my answers. Sometimes you can't tell when they may be deliver it but I have to be hopeful, God isn't Jumia or Konga, he's best delivery entity you can ever think of." Sefa gasped in realization, "I see why he's called deliverer, he delivers and delivers, same word but different sides of the coins, either head or tail, he delivers 100 %" She said laughing to herself.

"I'm talking too much right?"

"No. There's so much wisdom from what you're saying. I feel like I'm a place and there's this teacher trying to brainwash me in a good way."

Sefa clapped, "That's why it's called God's colony, feel free to call me your colonial master." She teased and they both laughed. "Or maybe it's because I'm sitting here, the network here must like 5G cause I feel like I'm connecting to God." She added.

Brenda's eyes sparkled with determination. "I'm legit jealous of you. About Tommy, right now, I don't mind calling him. We just need a strategy to tell the public that it was a misunderstanding. I still need to return his ring to him," She said, her voice gaining strength.

Sefa chuckled softly, her fingers brushing against the colorful sticky note as she spoke. "Sewuese and Kilahi have been roommates since they were ten. It's my first time having a roommate. I low key called my room 'God's Colony.' It feels like a little sanctuary. So welcome to God's colony."

Brenda's smile widened, her heart warming at the thought. "It's a pleasure to be here," she responded, her voice filled with sincerity.

7:12 AM

Kilahi perched on a long, wooden stool, her legs crossed at the ankles, She wore a snug pink round-neck shirt emblazoned with the words "Pad a Girl-child," an initiative she was passionate about. Draped over her shoulders was a black towel, a shield against the inevitable splatters of makeup that Sewuese was passionately applying.

As she sat there, her fingers danced over her phone screen, engaging in a lively chat with Ugo on WhatsApp.

Will I be seeing you at the event?

She typed, her brow furrowing slightly in anticipation.

I sent an auxiliary.

Ugo replied almost instantly.

Me, that was hoping to see you.

Or you were hoping that Brenda see me.

Kilahi shot back, rolling her eyes, a smirk playing on her lips.

Flesh and blood didn't reveal that to you.

😂🤣
How stupid do you think I am?

I think you should call her. She's a mess without you.

When did become Brenda's PR?

Say yes before I get fired! Call it a new job, you know how hard it is getting jobs these days. I found a heartbroken girl who was nice enough to make me her PR.

She has her father. She made her choice, and I can't compete with that. I can't ask her to choose.

Well... I just think you should call her. She could use her boyfriend.

Should I remind you, she's engaged.

Kilahi paused, her fingers hesitating over the screen as she considered the right response to give.

I'm talking about a friend in need. Brenda is broken, and it's not in my place to say anything, but I think you should talk to her.

"Awn," Sewuese chimed in, peeking over Kilahi's shoulder, her brow furrowed in curiosity as she applied a delicate stroke of blush to Kilahi's cheeks.

Can we not talk about this? Let's talk about something interesting, like the event and the auxiliary I'll be sending. Dr. Ire and Nurse Happiness work at the hospital, and apparently, Ire told me he had plans to be there. Coincidentally, he already promised to help his friend.

That's Sefa, my sister. ☺️ Small world. It's the avoidance for me 😩.

Kilahi replied, a playful grin spreading across her face..

Kilahi!!!

Did I say anything?

I have to go; I'm doing my makeup, and I'm sure Sewuese already wants to beat me for the stress.

She typed, dropping her phone onto the stool beside her.

Looking into the mirror that Sewuese positioned just opposite her, she caught a glimpse of her own reflection, the anticipation of the day ahead swirling in her mind. "Saysay, please make it fast," She urged with urgency.

"If I punch your face, ehn, haven't you been the one pressing your phone?" Sewuese complained, her brush gliding across Kilahi's face.

"Toor, how many minute? Sewuese, it's okay oo. It's not like it's my wedding day," Kilahi replied, chuckling softly.

"I won't be the one doing your makeup that day," Sewuese teased.

"Why?"

"Cause I'll be taking time to make myself beautiful."

"I don't want anyone giving me a masquerade look. I love the simplicity you bring to my face," Kilahi said sincerely and Sewuese blushed..

"Awn, see my handiwork," She praised herself, and Kilahi couldn't help but laugh.

But as Kilahi exhaled, a shadow of disappointment crossed her features, and Sewuese, ever observant, noticed the worry etched on her face. "What is it? Are you thinking of Brenda?" She asked, "Uh... Not really. I don't know why her father would do that. It's the most inhumane thing ever! All for what? Someone you're not even sure about. Someone he has not taken time to study. I'm not saying he's a monster but since he's the one pushing the whole relationship. He's supposed to study the guy to know if he's right for her. That was what I told Brenda the first day they met. Then Ugo came and everything just made sense, I felt like yes Lord, this is him and it's not because of I know him already but because I had the conviction. I haven't told Brenda but Gbadamosi had it too. I just hope all this blows over and Ugo lets her back."

"You can't blame the guy sha." Sewuese commented and Kilahi shrugged, "Toor but she's really hurting."

"If you want us an exchange, maybe I can stay with Sefa for the time being."

Kilahi paused, "No. Let her stay with Sefa, I don't know but I'm not moved to do otherwise. Maybe there's something God wants her to learn."

Sewuese laughed, "From who, Sefa?" "Haba, our sister is really growing Sewuese. Cut her some slack, I'm proud of the woman she's becoming by the day."

"She's trying sha. With this her new found likeness with..." Sewuese cleared her throat, "Dr Ire..." "They're friends."

"Teju was also her friend."

Kilahi laughed, "Sewuese!" "I have my eyes on that fellow. If Sefa tries rubbish or him, that punch I didn't give Teju, I give him double with good measure shaken and press down together."

Kilahi laughed, "Mike Tyson calm down, abi Michelle Tyson. Let's pray for our sister, that's the best we can do. She won't fall into the trap of the devil. She's God's vessel and God's vessel only! Shikina!"

Sewuese smiled, "I think it's nice what you're doing for Brenda, talking to Ugo." "I'll do the same if it was you and Sam."

"Awn but God forbid any quarel. We're in a good place; Sam and I, I don't want any issue."

"Brenda will be fine, las las everyone will be fine." Kilahi expressed with concern.

"What were you now thinking of?" Sewuese pressed on.

"Gbadamosi, you know he won't be around today," Kilahi answered, her tone shifting to one of resignation. "I understand he has to minister but I thought he'll be here too, but it's fine."

"Ehya, it's just one of the perks of ministry," Sewuese replied with a sigh, her brush pausing mid-air as she considered the weight of Kilahi's words.

"Abi," Kilahi mused, her thoughts drifting momentarily. She thought of the sacrifices that came with being married to a Pastor; people often dread it because like sharing him with the entire congregation. "Have you called the Uber?" She asked, breaking the silence that had settled between them.

Sewuese sucked her lips in contemplation, her brow furrowing slightly. "Not yet," She admitted, glancing at the clock on the wall.

"Please put a call through now. I need to go to the venue and make sure everything is in order," Kilahi urged.

"That's what you have a campaign manager for and other people overseeing one department or the other," Sewuese replied, a teasing smile creeping onto her face as she continued to blend the makeup seamlessly.

Kilahi smiled back, picking up her phone. "I'll call the Uber myself," She declared, her fingers already tapping the screen.

Sewuese, however, snatched the phone from her grasp, a playful glint in her eyes. "I'll do the calling, just sit still and look pretty," She insisted and Kilahi chuckled, surrendering to Sewuese's insistence. As she settled back on the stool, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror again, "The day is already as beautiful as you look Kilahi. Every bus, every invitees are soaked in your precious blood, the purpose to which you planted this in my heart be actualized in Jesus name." She muttered to herself.

"Amen."

Bella stood in her kitchen, slicing through an apple fruit with a sharp knife when her phone rang, vibrating against the counter.With a quick glance at the screen, she saw Garba's name flash. She picked it up, tucking the phone between her shoulder and ear, her hands still busy with the apple slices. "Hello, Garba," she said, taking a bite of a slice, the sweet juice bursting in her mouth.

"Hey. How are you?" He replied, "Horny, when are you coming back?" Bella teased and he scoffed, "Get your boyfriend."

"I don't have one. What's up? You sound grumpy." She continued slicing, the knife gliding through the fruit with ease.

"Kilahi called yesterday."

Bella paused, the knife hovering above the apple. "Why do you sound grumpy then? I thought she made you feel butterflies." She teased.

"She doesn't want me as her trainer again. She called to cut off her friendship with me."

Bella's brow furrowed as she set the knife down, her hands now resting on the counter. "Whaaaat? Why?"

"Apparently, she's worried about the closeness."

Bella scoffed, rolling her eyes as she picked up another slice and popped it into her mouth. "That definitely means there's something there. She obviously likes you."

"I think so, but there's no way to leverage on it if I can't see her. I'm so angry!" His frustration was palpable, and Bella could almost picture him pacing, just as she was now, her feet moving restlessly across the tiled floor.

Bella's voice sharpened, "Why does that sound like a voice of a person who has given up already?"

"What am I supposed to do?" He asked, his tone deflated.

"Fight for her! Well except you don't like her." She gestured emphatically with her hands, as if trying to physically push him into action.

"I do!" He protested.

"Then fight like the man you are! Don't be such a puss!" She snapped, her voice rising as she began to pace left and right in her kitchen.

"Okay, what are we going to do?" She asked, "We?" He echoed, incredulous. "Duh? You now! What's the next move?"

"I have no choice but to wait till she ..."

"Till when?" She interrupted, exasperated. "The wedding is next week. Or do you think we have one more month to go?"

"What do you expect me to do?" He asked, frustration creeping back into his voice.

"Fight like a man. If she likes you, even if it's ten percent, fight for the ten percent feeling she has for you. You also deserve to be loved like Gbadamosi too."

Garba scoffed, "You're one manipulative bitch you know."

"Ugh!" Bella rolled her eyes, her irritation boiling over. She held the phone tightly, her grip tightening as she began to pace faster, her heart racing with hate. "You can't possibly accept this."

"What am I supposed to do? Say no! She has every right to choose her preferred trainer."

Her frustration peaked, "What happens to our plan?" "I don't know, I..." He replied, his voice trailing off.

Bella scoffed again, "How did I meet someone so useless?" She snapped, and before she could hear his response, he ended the call.

"Idiot! Ugh!" She groaned in frustration, her heart pounding in her chest. She called back, but he refused to answer. "Argh!!!" She shouted, throwing the phone onto the counter, where it landed with a soft thud.

She looked around her kitchen, the remnants of her apple slices lay there on the plate but her appetite had vanished.

"Next week's the wedding, and there's nothing I can use that cannot stand the wrath of the media," She muttered desperately to herself, "I need something that will last a week, something that will make them postpone the wedding. Why is it so hard to find a simple dirty secret on those two? Even the idiot that was supposed to kill her, did he kill her? No! I don't understand!"

Bella snapped, her frustration boiling over as she looked up at the ceiling, as if seeking answers from above. In a fit of rage, she held the knife aloft, pointing it at the ceiling as though to stab God himself. "Why are you helping them? Am I not one of your creations? Don't I deserve to be heard? Don't I deserve love? Can't you hear my prayer and just fucking separate those two!"

With a sudden burst of anger, she hurled the plate containing the apple slices across the room. It shattered against the wall, pieces scattering like her all over. "Argh!!!" she screamed.

She stood there, breathing heavily, her heart racing as she tried to formulate a plan.

Brenda sat in Sefa's room, her fingers hovering over her phone as she wrestled with her thoughts. She wore a blue round-neck top adorned with 'Pad the girl-Child".

After several minutes of typing and erasing, she finally mustered the courage to send a message to Tommy. Her heart raced as she typed, "Hey Tommy. How are you? I called, but you were picking up. I suppose you're busy. Remember I said we had something to talk about after you get back? I need to discuss your proposal. I can't sleep peacefully; I need to get this off my chest. I think you're a great guy, and the woman you marry will be so lucky, but the truth is, I'm not that woman, I'm someone else's woman."

She paused, biting her lip as she contemplated the weight of her words. She felt a knot tightening in her stomach, "This isn't a conversation I should be having via text, but I need to get this off my chest. Tommy, I'm really sorry. Please call me; we need to talk."

Just as she hit send, the door swung open, and Kilahi burst into the room, "Brenda! Come on, let's go!" She exclaimed in anxiety. "We're late." She added noticing her demeanor, then she turned to her with a concerned look. "Hey, are you okay?" She asked.

Brenda forced a smile, trying to shake off the heaviness in her heart. "Yeah, just a lot on my mind," She replied, her gaze drifting to the ground. "Well, if you want to sit today out, you know you can right?"

"Nope. Kilahi, I'm fine. I could use the distraction. Maybe I'll get to see Ugo."

"He's not coming."

Brenda scoffed, "Because of me?" "Brenda, just know we're here for you," Kilahi assured.

"You look fine" Brenda complimented and Kilahi blushed. "Thank you, you look beautiful, we all do and we are beautifully late also. They should be grand entrance to celebrate our lateness." She exaggerated provoking a laughter from Brenda.

"Sure, I'll be right behind you." Brenda replied. She rose to her feet, her heart still racing from the message she had just sent, the weight of anticipation pressing down on her. Kilahi rushed out ahead of her, her voice ringing with the cheerful cadence of the popular marching song, "Eight o'clock is the time for school, never late in the morning." The laughter that bubbled up from her lips seemed to drown the melody out.

As She followed, she caught sight of Aunty Mabel, her hands moving with a gentle precision as she carefully removed a small, tangled piece of cloth from her hair. Her lips curled into a warm smile as she glanced up at Kilahi, who was still lost in her song. The warmth of family enveloped Brenda, a comforting contrast to the heaviness that lingered in her heart, a reminder of the love that surrounded her.

"Kilahi, what did you eat this morning?" Aunty Mabel asked, her voice light"Kilahi, what did you eat this morning?" Aunty Mabel asked, her voice light and teasing, as she expertly untangled the last of the ribbon.

"Mummy, I'll continue singing until these people march outside!" Kilahi declared, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Our ride is outside!" Sewuese yelled from the front door, her voice bright and cheerful, cutting through the morning air like a ray of sunshine. Kilahi's face lit up, her smile wide and infectious, and they all began to walk outside, the sound of their footsteps mingling with Kilahi's persistent singing.Sefa, ever the documentarian, snatched Sewuese's phone to capture the moment. The camera was fixed on Kilahi, who was now marching with exaggerated movements, her arms swinging high and her feet stomping playfully on the ground. "Really, Sefa?" Kilahi teased, rolling her eyes dramatically. "We're late, or should I still remind you in songs?"

Brenda couldn't help but roll her eyes, a smile tugging at her lips despite her problems. Just as she opened her mouth to ask Kilahi to tone it down, Kilahi was already off again, her voice ringing out, "8 o'clock is for boys and girls, come to school in the morning!" The laughter that erupted from the group was infectious.

"I just want to document your reaction," Sefa replied with a cheeky grin, her as she aimed the camera at her

Kilahi raised an eyebrow, her expression playful yet slightly challenging. "When what happens? When people call us chief latecomers?" She shot back, her hands on her hips. Just then, Kilahi's gaze shifted, and her breath hitched in her throat. In the distance, she spotted Gbadamosi, standing tall and confident in a blue shirt sleebe shirt and a jean trouser, he was holding a bouquet of flowers.

The sight of him sent a rush of emotions through her.

"That's the reaction," Sefa said, grinning widely.

Kilahi pouted, crossing her arms as she approached Gbadamosi. Aunty Mabel and her husband were already out.Uncle Adzer had his arms wrapped around her waist as they both watch the scene unfold.

Kilahi turned toward everyone at this moment, "You guys knew! You knew this man was coming and didn't say anything. Awn," She said playfully accusing them.

Then she approached him, "So you're our Uber driver bah? You told me you wouldn't be coming. You lied! Lying is a sin, even as a prank."

Gbadamosi chuckled, his eyes twinkling. "I believe the word I used was, 'I'm sorry I won't be able to make it because there's a lot for me to do.' I didn't exactly say I wouldn't be coming." "'I won't be able to make it' is synonymous with not coming," Kilahi shot back, her hands on her hips, as though waiting for some sort explanation.

"I said I won't be able to make it; I didn't specify what I wouldn't be able to make. How do you know I wasn't talking about making eba?" He replied with a quick wink, causing her to giggle uncontrollably before she embraced him tightly.

"Aw. Thank you for coming," She said, looking up at his handsome face, her heart fluttering. "After spending so much time praying, your face looks like you went to the Mount of Transfiguration or is it mount Sinai. I tap grace, I tap glory." She teased.

"As e dey hot," He replied, laughter bubbling between them, and they both shared a moment of pure joy.

Kilahi smiled, her cheeks flushed with happiness. "When did you get here?" She asked, her voice light.

Sewuese laughed, her eyes dancing with amusement. "Shebi you've been the one shouting, 'We are late oh, you guys are delaying me.' Now that you've seen Pastor G, you're no longer late; now you're the one delaying us."

Kilahi pouted like a baby, her lower lip jutting out. "Delay is not denial!" She answered.

"Eh hen?"

"Is that so?"

Sewuese and Brenda exclaimed simultaneously.

"Leave me alone." Kilahi retorted playfully.

Freeda stepped out of the car, she was parked at the venue which was adorned with colorful banners promoting the "Pad the Girl-Child" program. The air was filled with the chatter of excited voices and the rustle of plastic bags as her team hurried to set up for the day's events. She adjusted her sunglasses, surveying the scene with a critical eye.

"Set up cameras before people come in and see me," She demanded, her voice sharp and authoritative. She watched as one of her team members, a lanky guy with a mop of curly hair, scrambled to position the camera. Another girl, her hands deftly arranging packs of sanitary pads, placed them directly in front of the lens, ensuring they were perfectly aligned.

"Now, boss! On 2," The camera guy, Humphrey called out, his tone a mix of excitement and nervousness. Freeda took her position behind the neatly stacked pads, plastering a bright, albeit artificial, smile on her face.

"12, go," He instructed, and Freeda waved her hands energetically, her voice ringing out with practiced enthusiasm.

"Hello, Freedites!" She chirped, her smile widening. "It's your girl Freeda again, doing free things for the love of charity. Charity, they say, begins at home, because it's so sad when I remember that many are not opportune to use pads in their homes." She gestured dramatically, she had no idea how the idiom relates with her point but she has to reach a conclusion. "So I'm here as a woman supporting her fellow woman, Kilahi Agbo. Giving all these pads to all the beautiful souls coming today." She pointed at the pads.

Freeda's eyes sparkled as she continued, "I just want to appreciate the supporters and sponsors, especially Mrs. Miriam Mba, a woman with a heart for charity, a heart of gold." She paused, letting her words sink in, her gaze sweeping over the camera as if she were connecting with each viewer personally. "As we distribute these pads today, we are reminded that charity is not just about giving, but also about empowering women. To Kilahi Agbo, I'm honored to support you and your community. Let's continue to uplift and support each other, because together, we can make a real difference."

She ended with a radiant smile, her hands resting on the pads as if they were precious treasures. "How was it?" She asked, turning to the camera guy, her expression shifting from practiced cheer to genuine curiosity.

"You didn't tell me you were ending the video now but it was perfectly pretentious sha!" He replied, a smirk playing on his lips. Freeda frowned, her brows knitting together in irritation. "That's how you'll be acting like someone on drugs, how can you not tell that I've ended my speech? How long have we been doing this? What am I paying you for?"

"What did I say? Abi am I in your mind?" He asked, feigning innocence.

"Have you stopped the video now?" She snapped, her voice rising slightly. "Anyone who sees you will think you're emotionally and physically in support of this initiative." A familiar voice cut through the air, and Freeda turned to see Oche, a friend of Kilahi's from Benue, striding toward her with an air of confidence.

Freeda hissed under her breath, "What's this lizard doing here?"

"I came to support a real person," Oche shot back, crossing her arms defiantly. "With all the surgeries you've done, I don't know which part is even real."

Her eyes narrowed, her lips curling into a sneer. "I know you don't remember how people who eat good food look like after your family died from the last famine in Benue."

Oche scoffed, "Good food, abi? Surgery? Liposuction and yansh enlargement, or what do they call it these days?"

She rolled her eyes, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "It's called taking care of yourself, but I don't expect you to understand since the only available food schedule for you is 0-0-1. Maybe when I resume my feeding the poor program, I'll remember to stop by at your family house to feed your entire family. You should eat more. You look malnourished. Idiot!"

"Why are you doing all this?" Oche pressed on, "Ugh!" Freeda groaned, throwing her hands up in exasperation. "Maybe you should ask your grandma!"

"Is it to get Mrs. Mba's attention?" Oche challenged, her eyes narrowing.

"How is this your business, young and unpopular fellow?" Freeda shot back, her voice laced with disdain.

"Mrs. Mba doesn't want fake people working with her. You're just as fake as your lashes; the woman can whiff your ingenuity from afar. Maybe you need to work on yourself first. Look at Kilahi now; she hasn't even been in the game for too long, but you know what they say, a good heart is hard to hide."

Freeda's eyes flashed with anger, and she took a step forward, her hands clenched into fists. "Fuck you!" She spat, her voice low and venomous. Oche laughed, and then he turned to walk away. Freeda watched him go, her face twisted in rage.

Her gaze shifted back to the camera, irritation bubbling beneath her polished exterior. "Is that video still on? Humphrey, are you an idiot? Turn off the damn camera!" She barked sharply. She glanced at the people beginning to filter into the venue, their excited chatter filling the air.

She stepped closer to Humphrey, "So, assuming I was live, that was how you could have disgraced me, ehn?" She snapped. Humphrey gulped, his eyes wide as he realized the gravity of her words.

"You sef dey chill small," He muttered, trying to defuse the tension, but she was having none of it.

"Edit that damn video before I unleash my anger on you," She turned away, hissing loudly in annoyance.

Kilahi stepped back from the entrance of the 500 capacity multi-purpose hall, she felt a rush of emotions wash over her. The atmosphere was filled with chatter of students and adults alike who had come to participate in the event.

Oche, waved enthusiastically from the back row and Kilahi smiled, swelled with gratitude. Oche and her had been chatting ever since Benue. She was surprised to see him because of the distance of where he reisided. Even after he promised to volunteer, helping her navigate the challenges of organizing such a large event. Their friendship had blossomed online and now, seeing Oche's familiar face among the crowd, made her day.

As Kilahi made her way back to her team, she noticed the diverse group of attendees. There were mothers, teachers, and community leaders, all gathered to show their support for the cause. Some wore brightly colored traditional attire, while others donned modern outfits, others strictly on their school uniform.

Freeda walked towards her forcing a smile, "Hey love." She said and Kilahi turned to her in surprise, "Love?" She asked unconsciously. Freeda wrapped her arms across her shoulder while her camera guys took pictures. Kilahi stood still for the picture, her last ugly encounter with Freeda quickly ran through her memories and she wondered why she was being nice.

"I'm surprised you're here."

"What can I say? Women supporting women." She replied, "I came loaded to support you fully." She replied looking around for Mrs Mba.

"Are you looking for someone?" Kilahi asked and she smiled, "Not really. The quality of your top is sub-standard, I know a plug for next time sake."

"You're always going to find something to fault right? But thank you for your support."

"Can we both take pictures close to pads I bought. It's for publicity?"

Kilahi shook her head, "I appreciate your gift but I have other engagements." "You're ungrateful and rude."

"I hope you're not offended cause I have to go." She moved backwards when Freeda adds, "I'm glad you took my advice and decided to start a solo project. From the donations, you're going to have your share, if you like play mother Theresa."

"Why are you full of bad advice? Your energy is so negative."

"Advice is relative and objective. That's the best advice that I can give you. No one has ever cooked integrity in the pot or use integrity to buy stuff from the mall. It's not a currency, it's just .... What can I call It? My dear, you're going to be selfish to make it. Only selfish people makes it these days, the reward for your good will only be in heaven."

"Well heaven is the goal. Of what use is it if I gain the whole world and lose my soul?"

"Poverty awaits you." She whispered and Kilahi arced her brow in interest, "You said?" "Nothing, is Mrs Mba coming?"

Kilahi chuckled, finally accessing what she said. She wasn't in the mood to respond back. "No she isn't."

Freeda scoffed, "She didn't even count you important." "Toor, you sound so childish right now. What are you 10 years old? Will your name change to Reeda if you act mature? This is really unnecessary and the fact that I'm still listening to you when I have more important things to do is God. Thank you for the donation, may God bless the pocket it came from, good bye Fridaus!" She concluded walking away and Humphrey laughed.

"I like her."

"Shut it!" Freeda snapped

Kilahi shook her head while approaching her campaign manager.
"Kilahi! We're almost ready!" She announced, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm. "The speakers are here, and the materials for the workshops are set up. I can't believe how many people showed up already by this time, I'm sure the hall will.be filled before the end.!"

Kilahi nodded, her heart racing. "It's unbelievable but thank God. Gather round everyone, let's pray."

BellaAfrik

Bella sat in her office, She had her gaze on her phone as her PA's recounted the latest gossip.

"Nathan Basset, Nollywood actor, was just caught cheating on his wife. We'll be the first to break the news. It's hot off the press!" Her PA exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Bella, however, was only half-listening. She absentmindedly scrolled through her WhatsApp status updates, her brow furrowing as she stumbled upon Deja's latest post. It had been weeks since Deja blocked her, and she was certain she had unblocked her just to let her see this.

Let's not disappoint her then! Bella thought, a smirk creeping onto her lips.

"Ma," Her PA called, snapping Bella back to the present. "I said-"

"Hm?" Bella replied, her tone distracted.

"Nathan Basset, Ma. I was just saying-" Her PA trailed off, noticing her boss' disinterest.

Bella's attention was captured by Deja's status, which read:

"God prepared a table for me in the presence of my enemies. Sometimes, God keeps the enemies as eyewitnesses to your testimonies. Not all your enemies must die; some must testify and confess of God's goodness over your life too!"

Bella rolled her eyes, irritation bubbling within her. Is she really calling me the enemy? she thought, hissing softly as she swiped to the next slide.

"I bless God for the gift of you. ❤️ If simplicity was a person, it would be you, V!"

Bella scoffed, her fingers tapping impatiently on the desk. Her PA cleared her throat, trying to regain her attention. "Ma, we still need to finalize this news."

"What news?" Bella asked, her voice laced with annoyance.

"Nathan Basset's cheating scandal. I've mentioned it several times already," Her PA replied, frustrated but determined.

Bella leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. "Have you added the Senator Hassan's sex scandal to the lineup?" She interjected, her mind racing with the potential for more headlines.

"No. We're still waiting for him to meet the cash deposit. He might sue us for posting the news," Her PA said, her voice dropping slightly.

Bella leaned forward, her eyes narrowing. "Sue us for having proof of his extramarital affair? On what grounds? This is our job! We uncover news and serve it to the public. It's not our fault he's not ready to cooperate. What's 5 million to him if he wants to keep this under wraps?" She hissed, her frustration palpable.

"Speaking of lawsuits, Brenda Arolowo wants us to either retract the news or change the picture we used to something more 'decent,'" Her PA added, her voice cautious.

Bella's lips curled into a disdainful smile. "Let her keep her insignificant opinions to herself. If not for her father, no one would even know her name. Abeg!" She waved her hand dismissively, her long nails glinting. "I even wonder what Tomisin is doing with that idiot."

Her PA laughed, "Some have head but have no cap." She joked and they both laughed. "Abi!"

"Should we at least give the Senator a heads-up?" Her PA suggested, her tone softening.

Bella shot her a sharp look. "You're getting soft on them," She said, her voice low and firm.

"The wife is a nice woman and a friend to my mother; it would destroy her," Her PA replied, her expression conflicted.

Bella sighed, her fingers drumming on the desk. "I'll put more pressure on Senator Hassan. He thinks we're bluffing. Maybe if we send him a snippet of the sex tape, he'll realize we mean business." "Better."

"Any juicy news on Pastor Bamidele Jones?" Bella asked, "He's at a prayer meeting in Ibadan, alongside Pastor Gbadamosi George," She replied, her tone flat.

"That's not what I meant. Is there no scandal, no sex tape, and is no one talking?" Bella said, her frustration mounting.

"Nothing! I even went to their church last week. I spoke to some girls; they insisted that Pastor Bamidele Jones doesn't engage in sinful activities. The only intimacy you'll see him have is with his wife," Her PA replied, shrugging.

Bella leaned back in her chair, her mind racing. "Someone can attend programs from here to Abuja, even stay for days and not have needs? Come on! These Pastors are all using the same playbook to hide their dirty secrets. I'll find out the truth, one way or another," She threatened.

Mrs Ogunmolu picked up a remote control changing the channel. She had just received a confirmation that the Sienna car had been apprehended by police and the news was ongoing.

The newscaster continued, "Details emerging from the scene indicate that one of the kidnappers was shot dead during the arrest, while another was taken into custody and is currently being held at the police station. The most significant development, however, is that the young child who was kidnapped has been safely reunited with her family. There is an assumption that the kidnappers are indeed a part of a larger syndicate that has been terrorizing the community. The authorities have assured the public that they will do everything in their power to bring the perpetrators to justice. In the meantime, we urge the public to remain vigilant and to report any suspicious activity to the authorities immediately. And now to Tony on sport. Tony, what's the latest from the world of sports?"

Sefa and the male volunteer emerged from the hall, the girl cradled between them like a fragile bird. Her school uniform, a crisp white blouse and a navy skirt, was now rumpled and damp with sweat. Her face was pale, and her eyes, wide with fear.

Ire immediately assessed the situation. He could see the signs of an asthma attack-the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the slight wheeze that escaped her lips, and the way she clutched her throat as if trying to pull in the very air that eluded her. "She's asthmatic," He announced, "She needs an inhaler."

"Place her upright," he instructed, moving closer to the girl. The male volunteer and Sefa gently adjusted her position, propping her against a nearby wall. The girl's breaths came in shallow gasps, each one a struggle, and Dr. Ire could feel the urgency of the moment pressing down on him like a weight.

"Where's your inhaler?" He asked, leaning down to meet her gaze but the girl could only shake her head, her lips parted in a silent plea for help.

Ire felt sorry for her.

One student of putting on the same uniform approached them holding a bag.

"Have you checked maybe her bag?" He suggested, glancing at Sefa who was ready to make her way back into the hall.

"Here's her bag." Her friend answered and Sefa rummaged through the girl's backpack. The nurse joined the search, her fingers deftly sifting through story books and crumpled papers.

The girl's breathing grew more labored. Dr. Ire kept his focus on her, encouraging her with soft words, "You're doing great. Just keep breathing, okay? We're going to help you."

Then, as if by some small miracle, Sefa emerged from the depths of the bag, clutching a small blue familiar device. "I found it!" She exclaimed, relief flooding her voice.
Dr. Ire took the inhaler from her, his movements swift yet careful. He held it up, ensuring the girl could see it. "This is your inhaler. I need you to take a deep breath for me, okay?" He positioned the inhaler near her mouth, his heart racing as he waited for her to respond.

He pressed the inhaler, releasing a fine mist, and she inhaled deeply, the medication filling her lungs.

The panic in her eyes began to soften, it replaced by relief. Dr. Ire watched as her breathing steadied, the color slowly returning to her cheeks.

Sefa watched as the girl gradually regained her composure.

"Thank you," She finally managed to whisper, her voice still shaky but filled with gratitude. Dr. Ire smiled, "You're welcome."

Sefa watched him a swell of admiration washed over her. She had always respected him as a doctor, but in moments like this, his calmness and competence shone even more.

Ire's phone rang and he pulled it out of his pocket then he checked the caller ID.

Mom calling....

The Pad a Girl seminar concluded just past 1 PM, As the discussions wrapped up, Kilahi approached the podium, her demeanor poised.

She glanced at her a notepad that had her speech on it. "Permit me to look through my expo, I won't want to skip thing." She joked and everyone chuckled then she glanced at the notepad.

"Distinguished guests, esteemed partners, and valued attendees," She began, her gaze sweeping across the room then she glanced back. "I stand before you today filled with gratitude for the collective effort that has brought us together for this vital cause. I would like to extend my sincere appreciation to Revive Foundation, represented by the remarkable Mrs. Aisha Bakare, and to the GO Initiative, led by the inspiring Mrs. Miriam Mba. I also wish to acknowledge Faridas Foundation, Dr. Ansa Brown, and Hilltop View Interiors. A heartfelt thank you to Hilary Nwachukwu and the entire executive team of Bookworm. Lastly, I am deeply grateful to my family, friends, and my fiancé, Pastor Gbadamosi George, for their unwavering support and prayers." She paused glancing at those whose lips were moving from eating the small chops that had been shared.

" Lest I forget, this isn't part of my speechz A special thanks to Sharon's treat for the treat, the small chops, I don't know her from Adam but someone called her up because my plug disappointed me and she delivered. My special prayer is that God blesses the work of her hand abundantly."

Amen!

"Today.." As she spoke, Kilahi noticed a group of young men entering the hall, led by a figure known as Big T. Their casual attire-oversized hoodies and flashy sneakers-stood in stark contrast to the more formal dress of the seminar attendees. She paused momentarily, her focus shifting to them, sensing their presence was somewhat out of place.

"Today, we gather not only to celebrate our achievements but to emphasize the critical importance of girls' health and well-being," She continued, regaining her focus. She was no longer using her notepad. "The Pad a Girl initiative is dedicated to ensuring that every young girl has access to the menstrual hygiene products she needs, empowering her to pursue her education without interruption.

"It is essential that we recognize the challenges many girls face, particularly in accessing menstrual hygiene products. By coming together as a community, we can break the stigma surrounding menstruation and ensure that every girl feels supported and empowered. I want us to continually Let us emember that our collective efforts can create a lasting impact. Together, we can foster an environment where every girl has the opportunity to thrive, free from the barriers that hinder her potential. God bless you all."

Ire, who was just eating his share of small chops, watched as Toluwani walked alongside Hilary, her laughter ringing out. "I've never seen Toluwani this way," He remarked, turning to Sefa, who was seated beside him.

"Thank you for convincing her to volunteer," He added, extending a plate of small chops toward her. Sefa picked up a triangular-shaped samosa, taking a bite as she savored the crispy exterior. "This is really nice."

"I know."

Just then, her phone buzzed, and she glanced at the screen. It was Ire's mom calling.

"Who's that?" Ire asked, "It's your mom," Sefa replied, answering the call.

"Good afternoon, Ma," She said, her tone respectful.

"When you see Ire at the venue, please tell him to pick up his calls! I've left him several," His mother said in a concerned tone.

"He's here with me. Should I give him the phone?" Sefa asked, glancing at Ire, who was now frowning.

"Not yet. Some kidnappers were caught today-the ones with the brown Sienna."

"Really?" Sefa's eyes widened, "They were apprehended. There are images of the deceased on the Internet and the one who was caught. You might want to confirm if you recognize their faces."

"Okay, Ma."

"Give the phone to my son," Mrs. Ogunmolu instructed.

Sefa handed the phone to Ire, who took a deep breath. "First off, before you complain, I was busy when you called. I said I would return the calls after this event," He explained, his tone defensive.

Sefa reached for his phone own, her fingers brushing against him as she took it.

"Some kidnappers were caught. I'm at the police station, your Uncle Ajayi's office. There's a full check going on at all checkpoints. Whoever these guys are, if Anambra truly is their destination, they're not passing through Lagos uncaught," She relayed.

"Wow!" Ire exclaimed, watching Sefa's fingers fly over the screen of his phone as she conducted a Google search.

"Is it the same people?" He asked, leaning closer to get a better look.

"The police apprehended them with a brown Sienna. It might be them. Maybe Sefa can identify," She replied.

Sefa's eyes narrowed as she focused on the images.

Ire rolled his eyes "Sefa doesn't need any more pressure on her. What if they're not the same criminals?"

"It's him," Sefa said, her voice low and grim as she turned the phone towards Ire, showing him the picture of the man who had been shot dead. "This is the one I saw with the girls. He's the one I didn't really recognize."

Ire sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Sefa said she recognized one of them. The one that was shot."

"We're on track then. Give the phone to Sefa," Mrs. Ogunmolu requested, and Ire complied, handing it back to her.

"Sefa, dear," Mrs. Ogunmolu said, her tone softening.

"Ma?" Sefa replied, her heart racing.

"Ire said you recognized them."

"Just one, the one that was caught, does not look familiar. I don't know him. That means the one I really is still out there."

"Okay. He'll definitely be caught. I know you've been trying to warn people through Facebook and YouTube. Are you ready for national news?"

Sefa exhaled slowly, then she shrugged, "I don't know." "This is turning into a matter of national security. We need to make the government intervene one way or another. A protest, anything to call their attention. We can't let this slide. You're the key instrument to achieving this, my dear."

Sefa's shoulders slumped slightly as she considered the weight of the responsibility. "I'm not the only one. Over the weeks, people have been coming out to talk about this. If we can get these ladies who have experienced and escaped this, that would be better."

"What do you need to get this done?" Mrs. Ogunmolu pressed, her voice firm yet encouraging.

Sefa looked around, her eyes scanning the bustling venue filled with people chatting and laughing. She took a deep breath, her fingers tapping nervously against her thigh.

"Whatever you suggest, let's make it happen. You'll have my full support, emotionally and financially."

Sharon stood beside Kilahi, her heart racing as Muyiwa took a quick picture of the both of them. The atmosphere was light, laughter bubbling up as others joined in the photo session. "You all might have to pay me for picture coverage," Muyiwa joked, prompting a chorus of chuckles from the group.

As they stepped away from the impromptu photo session, Kilahi turned to Sharon, with an expression of gratitude. "I really appreciate you stepping in to handle the baking. The small chops were amazing, by the way."

Sharon waved her hand dismissively. "I should be thanking you instead. Faridas Foundation just got my contact, and that's all thanks to you." She shrieked in excitement.

"But honestly, the person you should really be thanking is Muyiwa." She said pointing at him.

Muyiwa cleared his throat, shooting Sharon a playful look. "Don't mind her." "He covered the costs. He's just trying to be humble, but it doesn't suit him." She answered.

Kilahi gasped, her eyes wide with surprise. "Awn! Thank you, Mr. Muyiwa!"

"Please, call me anything but Mr. Muyiwa," He replied, a grin spreading across his face. "Muyiwa is fine."

"Alright, thank you, Muyiwa," She said, her smile infectious.

"Maybe you could give a do-over speech and add me to the list." He teased.

Kilahi laughed, her eyes sparkling. "Do you want it now, or should I email it to you later?"

Before Muyiwa could respond, Big T and his crew approached, and Kilahi felt a sudden wave of unease wash over her. "We were hoping to get a picture with you," Big T said, his tone casual but his eyes sharp. Kilahi cleared her throat, sensing the tension in the air.

She hesitated but stood her ground as they all gathered around- four of them. Muyiwa pulled out his phone, ready to capture the moment.

"Where's Ladi?" Big T asked, his voice steady. Kilahi's heart raced at the mention of the name, and she turned to them in shock.

"You're ruining the picture now," Big T complained , irritation creeping into his voice while his gaze remained on Muyiwa who had his phone raised up.

"Um guys.. positions."

"Who are you?" Kilahi shot back, her voice firm.

"The picture," He replied, his tone dismissive.

"The picture doesn't matter right now," She insisted, her heart pounding.

"I want to take one," He said, his eyes narrowing.

"Muyiwa, stop taking pictures! I'm not taking any picture until you tell me who you are and what you want," Kilahi demanded, her voice rising.

"I'm looking for Ladi, and I heard you know something about where he is," Big T said, his tone turning serious.

"I don't know any Ladi," she replied, her voice steady despite the fear creeping in.

"Are you not a Christian girl? Why you dey lie now?" He pressed.

"I know Godswill, not Ladi," She shot back defiantly.

"Who is Godswill? Oya where is he?" Big T demanded, his patience wearing thin.

"I don't know where he is," She replied, her heart still racing.

"Okay, what's going on here?" Muyiwa interjected, stepping closer to Kilahi. Big T lifted his shirt to reveal a gun, and Sharon gasped, instinctively clutching onto Muyiwa.

"Jesus Christ," She whispered, her eyes wide with fear.

Big T sighed, his composure was already shifting. "Everyone should just behave. This is a peaceful interrogation. If I wanted your head, I would have taken it already."

Kilahi shook her head, her voice trembling. "Can you leave my friends out of this?"

"So they can run to the police bah? Everyone should smile and ease the tension before people think I'm holding you hostage or something," He said, a twisted smile on his face.

Everyone faked a smile except Kilahi, who stood resolute.

"Smile now," Big T demanded, his voice low and threatening. She rolled her eyes, refusing to comply.

"I don't know where Godswill is," She said firmly.

"Lies," He shot back.

"I'm not comfortable with you calling me a liar," She snapped back.

"Because that's what you are," He sneered.

"I don't know where Godswill is," She repeated, her resolve hardening.

"If you don't tell me where Ladi is, I'll blow your damn head off, or maybe I should start with your friends." He threatened, stepping closer.

"I'd like to see you try," She retorted, her heart racing but her spirit unyielding. "Ah!" Muyiwa gasped.

Muyiwa cleared his throat, trying to diffuse the situation. "Look, can we just chill? Kilahi, if you know what they want, just give it to them so everyone can be safe."

"I don't have an answer to their question," She replied, her voice unwavering.

Big T scoffed, "You do! I heard you converted them. You think I won't get the information?" "Yes, I did. But that doesn't mean I know where Ladi is," She insisted.

"Then you're of no use to me," He said, frustration evident in his voice.

"Maybe you should rethink your approach," Muyiwa interjected, stepping protectively in front of Kilahi.
"Threatening her won't get you anywhere."

Big T's eyes narrowed, and he took a step back, reassessing the situation. "Sorry." He apologized.

Kilahi snapped, her voice cutting through the tension. "You can't blame them for choosing the light. Why can't you just leave them alone and let them be?" "That are family!"

Killahi's eyes narrowed, "What kind of family pushes people into madness? You're not family; you're a toxic influence. They've made their choice. Just let them go and trust God with it."

Big T's frustration flared, "And who the hell are you to dictate what I do?" "I'm God's own town crier. If you're not careful, you'll end up like Godswill, who I started talking to and before you know it, he gave his life to Christ."

He let out a harsh laugh, dismissing her words. "So you think I'm going to give my life to Christ?"

Kilahi forced a smiled,. "Heaven will throw a party for you, regardless."

He raised an eyebrow, then he sniggered . "Do you even know who you're talking to? This is Big T"

Kilahi smirked, her confidence unwavering. "T for TantoOluwa, right? I guess I'll just call you Tanto for short."

Big T's expression shifted to one of surprise. "Wait... how do you know that?"

Kilahi shrugged, "God just revealed it to me."

His shock was evident. "You dey whine me?" He asked and his crew erupted in laughter.

Kilahi shook her head, "How could I possibly have known that?"

Big T hissed in annoyance, "Who has the cerebral dysfunction in the family?" She asked.

Big T quickly covered her lips, his voice low and fierce. "Shut up!"

She grimaced, irritation flashing in her eyes. "Gross. Just answer the question."

He hesitated, then lied. "No one." He didn't want anyone prying into his personal life; vulnerability was not an option.

Kilahi pressed on, her voice unwavering. "I see a head injury that resulted into... someone.."

"Shut the hell up!"

"How many years now? What if I pray right now and that person you care about gets healed? Will you let Godswill and the others go?"

Big T shook his head defiantly. "Godswill is my area commandant. You don't just walk away from a cult like that; you'd be a fool to try."

Kilahi's expression softened slightly, her voice earnest. " I see those guys using that territory for God instead of terrorizing people."

Big T's voice hardened, "No way! They belong to us."

Kilahi's eyes flashed with conviction. "They are God's own! You can't claim ownership over what doesn't belong to you. God created them for His purpose."

Big T's frustration boiled over, "Stop arguing with me! You're making me look weak in front of my crew. I swear, I'll shoot you if you don't back off!"

Kilahi stood tall, unflinching. "Even if you threaten me, I won't back down. You see those guys, I won't back down on them. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I know my purpose. Kill me if you like, but I know you can't."

Big T scoffed, beads of sweat forming on his brow.

Kilahi's face soften, "What if I pray right now and that person you care about gets healed? What then? I need you to say something."

"What if the person doesn't."

Kilahi's confidence shone through. "I've already declared it. God cannot disappoint me. If you refuse to let go, just like the Egyptians pursued the Israelites, you're going to drown in your own choices." "Are you threatening me?"

"See it however way you want. Do we have a deal?"

Big T scoffed again, shaking his head as he walked away with his crew, leaving Kilahi standing firm.

Kilahi let out a sigh of relief, her heart racing. She held her chest, feeling the weight of the confrontation. Muyiwa approached her, concern etched on his face. "Are you okay?"

She nodded, "Yes I'm fine " She answered, though her voice trembled slightly. "I'm fine."

Sharon exhaled, her expression serious. "I'll go call Pastor Gbadamosi. I think he's inside."

Muyiwa gazed at Kilahi, awe in his eyes. "That was mad! How did you? Mehn, all you Jesus people can be scary. The way you took control of the whole thing, that's mad."

Kilahi managed a small smile, though her heart was still pounding in her chest. "You have no idea how much my heart was racing. Did you see that gun? The things I've been through these past few weeks... honestly, only God has been able to help me through it all."

Gbadamosi arrived just in time, concern etched on his face. "What happened?" He asked, worried.

"Everything is fine. I handled it... or at least, I think I did," She replied, trying to sound more confident than she felt.

"What exactly went down?" He pressed, his brow furrowing.

Muyiwa, patted him on the back with a grin. "Your future wife is badass, in the best way possible," He chuckled, before walking away with Sharon, leaving Gbadamosi looking bewildered.

He plunged his hands deep into his pockets, his curiosity heightened, "Seriously, what happened now?"

Kilahi took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "These guys showed up-one of them said his name is Big T. They came asking about Ladi, that's Godswill."

"And his gang?" Gbadamosi asked, his tone shifting to one of concern.

"Disciples," Kilahi replied, breaking into a small chuckle despite the tension. "Call them 'disciples.'" She corrected and he laughed, shaking his head.

"They had a gun" She added.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I need to sit down. All this gun drama I've been involved in lately is too much," She said, her voice trembling slightly.

"Why didn't I follow you?" Gbadamosi asked, a hint of regret in his voice.

Kilahi clicked her tongue, "Don't beat yourself up! God handled it, but I think we should take a moment to pray for this Big T," She suggested, her expression turning serious.

Gbadamosi raised an eyebrow, "Do you want God to arrest him? I can arrange for that salvation package." He joked and she chuckled.

"Not exactly," She replied, shaking her head. "I saw something in his life that needs prayer. The money Godswill makes in the area goes towards a certain treatment. I want Big T to understand that God can heal. I feel it's only then will he let Ladi live his life freely."

"And if he doesn't?" Gbadamosi asked, his voice low.

Kilahi scoffed, her expression hardened slightly, "I told him he'll drown like the Egyptians did if he continues down this path. I'm not bluffing, I'll put his name in my prayer point even if I have to do it the whole year . It won't be funny."

Gbadamosi chuckled, despite the gravity of the situation. "You really know how to deliver a message."

"Please, let's find somewhere to pray. It's weighing heavily on me," She urged.

"Of course, my forever prayer partner," He replied, a warm smile spreading across his face. He stretched out his hand, and Kilahi took it, feeling a sense of comfort.

Alonso paced left and right in the room, anxiety gripping him as he remembered the last video Sefa made and how she threatened them. The faint sound of distant sirens echoed outside, a constant reminder of the chaos brewing in the town. He ran a hand through his hair, his fingers trembling slightly as he again recalled the last video Sefa made, her fierce eyes glaring into the camera as she issued her ominous threats.

"This babe get mind o. Our downfall dey come," he muttered to himself, his brow furrowing in frustration. He clenched his fists, feeling the weight of her words pressing down on him. "She talk am, and less than one day, dem don Kpai Olotu! How long I go fit survive like this?"

"This babe get mind o. Our downfall dey come. She talk am, and less than one day, dem don Kpai Olotu! How long I go fit survive like this?" He sighed as his phone rang, Buchi's name flashing on the button phone.

"Boss."

"Wetin I dey hear so?" Buchi asked, his voice harsh, "Operation no go well. Dem don Kpai Olotu." "And my investment?" "In tact. We no fit ship them for now, police dey chook eyes everywhere. Town hot."

"Same Information way just come my ear. Make una just lay low small. I go let you know when una fit move."

"Yes Boss." He replied and Buchi ended the call.

He felt the walls closing in around him, "E don be for us." He could feel it, the end was approaching for them. He glanced out the window as he heard siren from afar. It wasn't around his location but the sound was a reminder of the doom lurking.

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"Kilahi Agbo," Sewuese called out with a mock-seriousness, "I wish your name was longer; it would add a touch of drama to this." She paused for effect, then added, "Alas, it's your wedding week, and we've decided to put your plans on hold."

Kilahi's eyes widened in disbelief. "You can't do that! I have important things to do! There's my visitation to the-"

"Shut up!!!" Brenda, Sewuese, and Hilary chorused in unison, their voices echoing off the walls. "Even though it's a visit to heavens headquarters even the Bible says there's a time for everything under the sun and the last time I checked, we are still under the sun."

"Seriously Kilahi, shut the fuck up!" Brenda reiterated with laughter.

Kilahi lifted a G-string with a dramatic flair, her laughter ringing out. "What did you guys buy? Am I supposed to wear this on my wedding day? Over my dead body will I put on this catapult or parachute, I'm finding it hard to out a description to it. This looks like something Brenda would pick out. No way!"

"You're getting married, Kilahi!" Sewuese shot back, hands on her hips. "You need something more than those... those 'pampers' you keep wearing. Say goodbye to your beloved 'pampers" forever!"

Kilahi held up a pair of underwear like it was a trophy. "You see this one? I can't say goodbye to it! You know when they say, 'for better or for worse'? I think I've sworn an oath with this pant. It's been my loyal companion during my period-it understands my bumbum, and my period understands it. They've been through thick and thin together!"

The room fell silent for a moment, everyone cringing at the mental image.

"Iew! Burn it!" Brenda yelled, her face twisted in horror.

Kilahi, feigning a gasp, clutched the pant to her chest. "You wouldn't dare! This pant has seen things! It has stories! You'll have to burn me first."

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What are you thoughts on today's chapter?

Kilahi finally told Garba off!

Brenda finally made use of her Liver 😂🤣

The chapter is Long bah?

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Now I can rest.

Merry Christmas in advance!

Can you hear the jingle bell ringing as well as wedding bells???

Yay
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