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Chapter 70

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"No!" Bella jolted awake, her heart pounding in her chest.The vivid images of the Word foundation church and Gbadamosi's expression haunted her. But it wasn't just the dream that unsettled her; it was the realization of what it meant.

The voice of the man of God asking Gbadamosi if he'll solemnly take Kilahi Agbo to be his lawfully wedded wife made her mad. The thought of him marrying her ignited a fire within her-a fierce, possessive rage that she had long buried.

Her ring tone pierce through the turmoil in her mind.

She answered the call, it was her PA, "Good morning Ma. We have gist pertaining to Brenda Arolowo and her... Well let's say her failed engagement."

"What?"

"Well, from what I'm hearing, it's really bad and it's soon going to turn into a court case."

"What's today?" Bella asked, "Friday. Why?"

Kilahi quickly scrolled through her checklist for the wedding. She needed to confirm the transportation arrangements and accommodations for the out-of-town guests. Not all the guest were staying in the house.

Kilahi yawned in bed, letting out a loud sigh as her mind wandered through her wedding checklist.

Wedding dress: ✔️
Her Veil or headpiece: ✔️
Her Jewelry: ✔️
Shoes: ✔️
Lingerie and undergarments: ✔️

"Okay," She muttered in bed but then she remembered her beauty treatment having been done; from her nails, spa and waxing. She lifted up her nails staring at it.

"Ugh," She groaned, running a hand through her hair. The girls had arranged for her waxing and other beauty treatments for the day, but she needed to make sure her nails were perfect too.

Kilahi took a deep breath and turned her attention to another pressing matter. She needed to finalize transportation arrangements and accommodations for her out-of-town guests. She already placed Sefa in charge of making sure relatives who won't be sleeping at the house was well taken care of.

She dialed the number of the hotel where most of her guests were staying. After a few rings, a friendly voice answered, "Good morning! Thank you for calling the Pacific Hotel. How can I assist you today?"

"Hi! Good morning to you too. This is Kilahi Agbo. I'm calling to confirm the reservations for my wedding guests. I want to make sure everything is set for this weekend, it's tomorrow, and they're coming in tonight, some in the afternoon." she explained.

"Absolutely Ma. Let me pull up your reservation details," The receptionist replied, "I see you have a three rooms reserved. I already emailed your sister the list of guests and their room assignments."

"Oh. I'll ask her, I've been busy. " Kilahi said, "Also, can you confirm the shuttle service for the wedding day? I already paid for a shuttle that will convey my guest to the church."

"Certainly! We have a shuttle scheduled to pick up your guests at 9 AM and take them to the venue. It will return them to the hotel after the reception," The receptionist explained.

"Perfect! Thank you so much for your help, I'm much relieved right now." Kilahi said, feeling a wave of gratitude.

"Anytime! If you need anything else, don't hesitate to call back. Congratulations on your upcoming wedding!"

"Thank you!" Kilahi replied, her heart swelling with joy. She hung up and took a moment to breathe, feeling a sense of accomplishment.

"Okay, now just the nails and a few last-minute details, my hair. Let me call the stylist." She said to herself, glancing at the clock.

Brenda crunched on a piece of fried yam, as she sauntered into Sefa's room. Sefa was perched on the edge of her bed, phone pressed tightly to her ear, her brow furrowed in a way Brenda knew it meant trouble. "I'll ask again, has the bus moved?" Sefa asked, her voice tight with controlled frustration.

Brenda could see the effort Sefa was making to keep her cool as the voice on the other end of the line responded in rapid, unfamiliar TIV.

Sefa sighed audibly. "I'm sorry, sir, I don't speak TIV. And the dialect you're using is... well, let's just say it's a bit beyond my comprehension. Can you speak English, please? Just a yes or no would be great!"

A gruff voice boomed from the phone, "You no dey shame! You mother language, you no fit speak!"

Sefa pinched the bridge of her nose. "It's... my father's language, actually. Sir, with all due respect, can we please stick to the matter at hand? I need to know how many people are on the bus so I can finalize the sleeping arrangements. We've already booked three rooms and, frankly, we're packed tighter than sardines. Last night, we had four people crammed into my room. So any information you can provide would be incredibly helpful."

A lazy drawl echoed back, "Dat one na una business."

Sefa took a deep breath, counting to three under her breath. "Okay," she said, forcing a pleasant tone. "Let me rephrase. How many passengers are currently on the bus?"

"Fifteen."

Sefa's shoulders slumped with relief. "Fifteen. Excellent. That's what you should have said ten minutes ago! Thank you. And finally, one last question: I understand there were some delays while you waited for passengers, but has the bus actually left?"

"Yes! Abeg, no disturb me! I dey road!" The man hung up abruptly, leaving Sefa staring at her phone, her knuckles white as she gripped it.

"Ugh! I swear!" Sefa slammed the phone onto her bed. "Don't insult him, Sefa. Don't insult him. What would Jesus do if he were here? Ugh! Some people can just push you right over the limit!" She exhaled a long, ragged breath.

Brenda, who had been silently observing the whole exchange, chuckled. "What?" Brenda demanded and Sefa sighed still simmering with frustration. "I'm trying to sort out hotel bookings."

"It's safe to say that at this point, you've suddenly become a professional event planner. Just add it to your CV."

Sefa managed a weak smile. "Let me just get admitted into the university first. Speaking of events, did you guys ever finalize anything for Aunty Kilahi? You know, like a bridal shower?"

Brenda's eyes widened, and the piece of yam hanging halfway to her mouth almost fell. "Shit! Shit!" she cursed.

"Oh, shit!" Brenda repeated, running a hand through her hair. "With everything that's been going on since we became friends, all the back-to-back distractions... I completely forgot! I won't lie, it totally slipped my mind. And I don't think Sewuese remembers either. She would have said something by now."

Sefa raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. "And the award for 'Best Friends of the Year' goes to..."

Brenda pointed a finger accusingly at Sefa. "Don't. You. Dare." She warned, but Sefa just laughed, the tension in the room momentarily dissipating.

Brenda practically crawled across her bed, fumbling for her phone amidst a tangle of sheets. She found Sewuese's contact on WhatsApp and tapped the call button. It rang almost before she could pull the phone to her ear.

"Hey girl! What's up?" Sewuese began, "Hey, wait... Let me add Hilary to this call; I really hope she's online." Brenda muttered, already hitting the 'add participant' button. A few anxious seconds later, Hilary's voice came up.

"Hello Brenda,"

"Good morning Hilary," Sewuese greeted, followed by pleasantries.

Brenda plunged in. "Okay, so, the reason for this...summon...is to ask a crucial question. Kilahi and I haven't been friends for that long, so I'm in the dark. Do... do you guys have a bridal shower planned for tonight?" She held her breath.

"Oh my God!" Hilary exclaimed, "I didn't even think of it! Maybe because when I got married, I didn't have a bridal shower. I just went straight to the registry office and church with Odefa and that was that."

Sewuese laughed, "Well, for what it's worth, I thought about it, but Kilahi doesn't have, you know, a huge circle of close friends, emphasis on huge. I was picturing just us, and I thought, is that even worth it? And since she hasn't said anything, I figured she wasn't bothered."

"It'll look bad if she doesn't have one. We should plan something," Brenda insisted.

Sewuese cleared her throat. "You know you're suggesting a bridal shower for today, right? It's Friday... the day before the wedding." She noted hinting Brenda on what was supposed to happen that evening.

"It's always on a Friday now, isn't it," Hilary quipped with a sigh. Brenda smiled, understanding the hidden meaning behind Sewuese's hesitation.

"We can do it together," Brenda interjected quickly, trying to smooth things over.

Hilary sounded completely lost. "Do what together?" "Put our things in place and plan Kilahi's bridal shower together." Brenda lied smoothly.

"That is a matter of preparation now," Hilary agreed slowly, still sounding confused.

Sewuese sighed. "This is short notice. We'll need a cake, decorations..." "I can handle decorations," Hilary volunteered, perking up. "Let's just do it for our sister. She deserves this." She added with a smile.

Brenda seized the opportunity. "I can take care of the games and some activity. It will be worth it."

"Is that your way of telling us you have your account back? " Sewuese probed, her voice laced with suspicion.

Brenda laughed, a genuine, relieved sound. "Not my father's account, I promise!" "Because It's called peanut butter doesn't mean that it wasn't made from groundnut." Hilary quipped.

"Groundnut is a peanut," Brenda corrected, fighting back a laugh. "Your mother's money is also your father's money, but at the end of the day, whatever makes you spend the money sha." Hilary chipped and Sewuese laughed .

"Back to the plan!" Hilary cut through their bickering, "Where should we hold the bridal shower? A hotel suite?"

Sewuese and Brenda practically screamed in unison, "No!" "Why not? Bridal showers are usually held in hotel rooms," Hilary defended.

"Let's have it at the Coker's mansion," Brenda suggested.

Hilary laughed hysterically. "You mean Manny's family house? Why? I don't think it makes sense, Kilahi isn't even familiar with that territory. She might feel uncomfortable. Let's use a hotel," Hilary countered, her voice firm.

Brenda rolled her eyes, "No! We'll have it at the George's apartment. We'll use their living room or outside, it's big, it's spacious."

"Will they agree? Will it be private? These are the questions we need to ask. Bridal showers should be private."

Brenda shrugged, ""I'll call Mummy Bada, I'm sure she'll love the idea. Don't sweat the details. Just make a list of people that will come from your end and send it to me. I'll get back to you later."
Hilary exhaled, a sigh of exasperation. "Today is Ossy's cultural day and Kilahi will be there. Remember we have to be at the spa." She hissed, "Today is already looking stressful. Things we do for sisterhood. Later guys, I need to finish my make up."

Sewuese smiled, "Ah han, Fine woman! I'm sure you're looking like a million bucks." She complimented and Hilary left the conference call and Sewuese exhaled, "We have a problem and you have to fix it."

"I know, it's my fault. Let me call Manny." Brenda answered ending the call then she called Manny.

"Hey Manny."

"Hey Brenda. Why do you sound like you've lost your gold fish." "I don't have a goldfish." She answered and they both chuckled.

"So... I might have suggested to Hilary to plan a bridal shower for Kilahi." She trailed off, "Okay.... " He drawled, "I hope it's not tonight." He added swiftly.

"Hmmhm, we'll be having the bridal shower after her wedding day. Don't worry, me and girls will go and shower her with love at Gbadamosi's place." She answered sarcastically, rolling her eyes even though he couldn't see her. Manny burst out laughing.

"What's the problem now?" He asked, after recovering

Brenda took a deep breath. "There's change in plans. We'll be using Gbadamosi's place for the bridal shower surprise not your parent's house as originally planned for the proposal" She trailed off feeling awful about the change in plans, "This is only because Hilary feels Kilahi won't be familiar with the terrain and we just couldn't say anything because it will give your plan away. You get?" She asked and Manny exhaled.

"Two surprises in one night. Let it be a couple showers then, since I originally invited my guys, how will we explain to Kilahi why there are males at a bridal shower?"

Brenda's eyes widened, a smile spreads across her face, "Brilliant. Can you anchor it as the celebrity MC that you are." "Let's discuss price." He teased and she laughed nervously, "I have a couple of ideas already." "We can anchor it together. Hilary's surprise can come last. She won't see it coming."

Brenda smiled, "Exactly. She won't."

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Manny who was standing by the door, went on his Whatsapp group then he typed, "Change of plans guys- new venue."

Then he knocked on the door.

Jennifer adjusted the collar of her ankara gown as she prepared to head out to Ossy's cultural day. She quickly walked up to open up. Just as she opened the door, she saw Manny. A smile broke across her face, "Hey Alhaji Manny! Good morning!" She chirped, her voice warm and inviting.

"Good morning," He replied chuckling. He assumed she called her that because of his northern looking - apparel.

She stepped aside, allowing him to enter them she shut the door behind him . "Ossy was wondering if you were going to make it," She added, her brow furrowing slightly as she cleared her throat. "He mentioned something about a meeting."

Manny's eyes twinkled mischievously "He doesn't know I'll be here. It's more like a surprise."

Her smile widened. "Oh! Is Hilary aware?" "Yes," He confirmed, a hint of excitement in his voice.

"He's going to be so happy! He kept sulking last night like a puppy that lost its favorite toy," She said, her expression softening. She paused, taking a deep breath as she continued, "I don't know what you do, but Ossy worships the floor you walk on. You're all he talks about! I'm genuinely happy you're in their lives. You make Hilary happy, as well as her son. You treat him like a son, something my stepfather never did for me."

"I'm sorry."

She waved her finger, "You know what they, the love you lack, fuels your inner hate. What you're doing. That's true love. Sometimes I feel a sort of admiration with a little bit of jealousy, but lately, I'm just grateful that Hilary's happy-genuinely happy."

Manny blinked in surprise, taken aback by her candidness. Jennifer giggled, sensing his astonishment. "I'm sure you're surprised that I'm being nice."

"Ossy told me you two have been on talking terms," He replied, a smile creeping onto his face.

"What has bitterness given me? You get so bitter to the point you lose flavor. I'm trying to find my flavor, so I just want to apologize for the way I spoke the first time we met, when I banged on the windshield while you were talking to Hilary. I was like a sour lemon."

Manny chuckled, "Permission to borrow that quote? I could use it in my next motivational speech." "Of course! Just make sure to credit me as the 'Sour Lemon'!" She replied, her laughter ringing through the room.

Just then, Ossy burst into the room, clad in an isiagwu material top and black trousers. His eyes lit up as he ran to embrace Manny. "Daddy!!" He exclaimed joyfully.

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"Surprise!!!" Manny yelled, his voice filled with enthusiasm.

Ossy beamed, "I thought you said you were busy today!" "I thought I'd surprise you," Manny replied, ruffling Ossy's hair affectionately.

"You're really surprising everyone today, right?" Ossy asked and he laughed.

"I thought I should start with you," Manny answered, his heart swelling with affection.

Ossy wrapped his arms around Manny, whispering, "Thank you, Daddy. You're the best surprise!" He complimented admiring his dressing. "Dad, you look like an Aboki." "Technically, Aboki means friend in Hausa, it's just us Nigerians that have coined it into a terminology for all Northerners." He is explained and Ossy creased trying to understand every word.

"Aboki means friend."

"My friend."

"So Aunty Jennifer is my Aboki."

Jennifer, "Abeg oh!"

Manny grinned staring down at Ossy, "Who's this handsome Igbo king?" He teased, gesturing to Ossy. "Odogwu, no. 1 King of Ebonyi State." Ossy declared proudly, puffing out his chest.

"Looks like we have our best-dressed already," Manny complimented, and Ossy beamed with pride.

Just then, Hilary stepped out, adorned in a stunning bubu gown made from rich, colorful Bamenda Atoghu embroidery. The round neckline and matching Zarah cap accentuated her beauty, and Manny stood still, momentarily speechless.

"Whoa," He finally managed to say, his eyes wide with admiration. "How do I look?" She asked, "I'm speechless. I think I just fell in love all over again."

Hilary chuckled, "You look radiant. You're radiating. " He added, his voice filled with genuine awe.

"Sounds cancerous," She joked, trying to lighten the mood.

"It'll definitely be the good kind, you know, those kinds of cancer that come with chemotherapy. I wouldn't mind risking it," Manny quipped, eliciting a shy giggle from Hilary as she covered her face with her hands.

"Is it that good? I think it makes me look too mature," She said, peeking through her fingers. Jennifer rolled her eyes, "She knows she's fine yet she'll just fine one way to discredit the cloth so we can give It credit."

"I guess I'm a sucker for the compliments." She confessed dancing and Manny smiled moving closer, "You look breathtaking! What tribe are you representing ? You look like the Queen of... my heart." Manny asked, his admiration evident.

Hilary laughed, "Wow, so cheesy. Call me your Bamenda Queen!" She exclaimed, dancing in excitement. "I saw this material and knew I had to sew it for this cultural day. I mean, who wouldn't want to look this fabulous?"

Ossy tugged at Manny's Ankara, "Daddy, mummy made Oha with goat meat."

Jennifer quickly grabbed her phone to take pictures. "Ossy, come stand with your mom! I need a good shot of the both of you," She requested.

After they posed together, Manny lifted his phone, capturing the moment. "Say cheese! Or maybe 'Cameroon' on three." He suggested and Ossy beamed while Hilary smiled radiantly, her pride evident.

"Cameroon." Ossy chose and Hilary giggled. "Cheese jhoor, With Cameroon, our mouth is going to look funny." "Cheese on three, one two three."

"Cheese!" They both echoed.

At the bustling airport, Sewuese's eyes darted around, searching for Sam. Ever since he left Nigeria, she had missed him terribly. Video calls were a poor substitute for the warmth of his embrace, the feel of his skin against hers, and the sweetness of his kisses.

Suddenly, she spotted him striding toward her, a vibrant flower in his hand. Her mouth fell open in shock.

Giggling with excitement, she dashed toward him, leaping into his arms. He caught her effortlessly, and they both erupted into laughter, oblivious to the curious glances from other travelers.

"I've missed you so much!" She exclaimed, her heart racing. As he leaned in to kiss her, she playfully got down, glancing around. "Wait, we're in public!"

"I'm just kissing my fiancée," He said with a teasing grin. "Hey, Baby." She smiled back, her eyes sparkling.

"You know what's missing?" Sam asked then he continued , "Some romantic music. I was expecting the saxophonist to pop up and serenade us."

Sewuese gasped, her eyes wide with surprise. "At the airport? Are you actually reproposing or something?" "Maybe," He replied, a playful smirk on his face. "Apparently, he isn't here, but I still have to be romantic anyway." With that, he handed her the flower, "The flowers have been enthusiastically hugged and flattened by my bag." He apologized for the new shape of the flower. She giggled, taking the flower and bringing it to her nose to sniff and she felt a rush of happiness. "This is beautiful! It's not even bad, I was wondering how you managed to still get it in shape."

He shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "A magician never reveals his secrets." "Well, you definitely pulled a rabbit out of a hat with this one," She said, her heart fluttering. "I love it. Yes, I'll marry you again." She answered and he laughed.
"Okay, but I have a proposal to make: will you be leaving soon?" She said, her voice tinged with concern.

He chuckled softly, "One week after the wedding."

Sewuese pouted, her disappointment clear. "Just one week? That's not enough time!" "I had to squeeze that in from my busy schedule," He explained, his tone apologetic. "I know, you wish I could stay longer too." She answered ,"The Oliver Twist in me wants more," She said, crossing her arms playfully.

"Trust me, I'm the Oliver, you're the Olivia." He joked making her chuckle, "I wish I could give you more," He reassured her, and her heart swelled with hope.

"That reminds me, I have something to tell you," He said, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her closer.

Just then, a voice rang out from a distance. "You two, get a room!" A woman called, her posh British accent cutting through the air. Sewuese turned to see Sam's parents approaching, and her heart raced.

She recognized the blonde-haired woman in her late fifties from the pictures Sam had shown her. "Your mom?" She whispered, her eyes wide with surprise.

"Surprise!!" Sam exclaimed, his face beaming with joy.

Sewuese felt a mix of excitement and nervousness as she bowed her head slightly. "Good afternoon, Mr. and Mrs. Thompson," She greeted, her voice soft.

"You didn't tell me your mom was coming," She whispered to Sam, her heart fluttering.

"I can't miss Gbadamosi's wedding for anything in the world," Mrs. Thompson replied, her voice warm and inviting. Sewuese was shocked at how she pronounced the name correctly. His mother turned to the airport porter who was pushing their bags. "Careful with those bags please! There are gifts in there!"

Sewuese pointed toward the porter. "You might want to follow them before someone gets away with your bags." "Don't worry, someone's handling it," Mrs. Thompson assured her, her British accent charming Sewuese. It reminded her of the classic British royal movies she loved to watch, where the queen spoke with such grace and poise. The way Mrs. Thompson carried herself, with an air of authority and warmth, made Sewuese feel as if she were in one of those films, where every word was carefully chosen and delivered with elegance.

Mrs. Thompson paused, her gaze sweeping over Sewuese in appreciation.. "You're really quite stunning in person," She said, her eyes sparkling with sincerity. "I told you," Sam chimed in, a proud smile on his face. "When Sam called you an African Queen, I honestly thought he was exaggerating. But you're quite the African Queen, aren't you?"

Sewuese felt her breath catch in her throat. Her heart swelled with joy while excitement bubbled within her. "Thank you for those kind words, Ma. You're everything Sam says you are."

Sewuese felt her breath catch in her throat. Her heart swelled with joy, excitement bubbling within her. "Thank you for those kind words, Ma. You're everything Sam says you are."

"Boring?" Mrs. Thompson teased, raising an eyebrow.

Sewuese laughed nervously, shaking her head. "No, Ma, not at all." "Awn. Sammie's heartthrob! The woman who has stolen my son's heart. You're the only person he talks about. 'Semoosay this, semoosay that.' It's like every word that comes out of his mouth starts and ends with 'Semoosay'"

"Mom, it's Sewuese, Saywaysay." Sam corrected, rolling his eyes playfully.

"Forgive me," Mrs. Thompson said, her tone light and apologetic.

Mr. Thompson flashed a warm smile at Sewuese. "Nice to finally meet you, dear." "Nice to meet you too, Sir. Welcome to Nigeria! I hope you enjoy your stay," she replied, her voice filled with genuine warmth.

"Oh, we will," he said, placing a protective hand over his wife's shoulder, his eyes twinkling with excitement for the adventures that lay ahead. The way he spoke reminded Sewuese of the charming fathers in those classic films, always supportive and full of life, ready to embrace new experiences with open arms.

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SP Etim sat in his office at the police station, flipping through the forensic report on the building that had been linked to the kidnappers. His mind raced with worry. Ever since he received the unsettling news that Sefa had admitted to not recognizing the kidnappers' den, he felt compelled to heed Gowon's advice and conduct a thorough forensic investigation.

He quickly dialed his friend again, urgency lacing his voice. "I'm going through the forensic report right now. Gowon suspicion was right all along, the kidnappers building we found was just a stage of acted events. I sent my seven most trusted special forces to raid that building, to think there's a mole among them is heartbreaking. Gowon thinks it's Okafor, but I fear it could be personal, he has never liked that man. Another thought is, what if he's trying to divert hate or divert our attention from the true suspect? What if? Every man is a suspect right now. I don't know who to trust anymore, Seun."

"Etim, there's someone you should talk to," SP Ajayi interjected, and the next voice he heard was that of Mrs. Ogunmolu.

"Good morning, Etim," She greeted with so much warmth.

SP Etim furrowed his brow trying to recognize the voice. "Wait, Berta, is that you?" "Why do you still call me that? It's my least favorite name, and like I always say-" "Adal is better." They both said together then they chuckled, the familiarity of their banter momentarily hissed his tension.

"How have you been?" He asked, genuinely curious.

"Married with kids," She replied, a hint of pride in her voice. He laughed, "We all are. The last time I checked, you had just completed your doctorate."

"Don't insult me, Etim. I'm an associate professor now," She retorted switching into ibibio, and they shared another laugh, "Congratulations Berta Ekanem, you've always been a brilliant soul."

"And that's Ogunmolu now."

"You got married to a Yoruba man afterwards." Mr Etim chipped in, "Uwafid! He's the most handsome one." She answered, "He gave me two beautiful kids, Ire and Ife, well Faith is her name too."

"I'm shocked you're still in touch with Seun, what brought you to Lagos?" He asked, shifting back to the matter at hand.

"My daughter was kidnapped weeks ago. I have reasons to believe she's been taken to Anambra. Call it a gut feeling, but you know my instincts are usually spot on. What are you doing to apprehend these people?"

"We have one of our finest man infiltrating the kidnappers' building," He replied, his voice steady but laced with concern.

"Is there no tracking device attached to him or something?" Mrs. Ogunmolu pressed, her worry was quite visible from her tone.

"It was a risk he couldn't afford. From the intel we gathered, these people conduct thorough checks on anyone looking to join their ranks. He was fortunate to get in without raising suspicion. But according to him, the place is heavily fortified, making it nearly impossible to breach."

"What do we do now?" She asked, her voice tinged with desperation.

"I don't know," He admitted, frustration creeping into his tone. "If we can identify our mole, we might be able to coerce him into revealing the whole truth. But until then, we're operating in the dark."

Mrs. Ogunmolu sighed, the weight of the situation settling heavily on both of them. "Etim, I trust you to do whatever it takes to bring my daughter back." She paused, then she bursted into tears.

"Adalberta, crying won't solve a thing."

"I know. I've been trying to be strong and still keep my faith but sometimes I just want to cry and shout out my pains. It's a whole lot of pain you know."

"I can't imagine." He admitted. "I will do what it takes to bring your daughter back Berta. I promise you that," He assured her, "We'll find her."

As they ended the call, SP Etim felt the gravity of the situation pressing down on him. He knew time was of the essence, and every moment wasted could mean the difference between life and death for his friend's daughter and other victims.

Ray who wore a singlet and black jean shorts, stood from a distance staring into baby making factory, the scent of antiseptic, mixed with the odor of sweat and blood. He felt bad for the pregnant women who sat in the room, their eyes glazed and unseeing, as if trapped in a dream from which they could not wake up from.

His heart broke.

He cringed as he watched Nurse Perpetual moved from one pregnant woman to the other. Ray's brow furrowed as he watched her shine a small penlight into Faith's eyes. Faith blinked slowly, her expression vacant, as if she was a zombie.

"What's your name?" She asked but Faith quietly stared at her.

Ray tightened his fist, If reverse was the case, Nurse Perpetual would have already been rounded into a police van and shipped to the prison without trial! His lips curled into a forced smile when Nurse Pepper turned to him.

"Nurse Pepper!" He called out, the playful tone in his voice, "Nurse Perpetual Pepper!" He added, and her laughter rang out, a brief moment of lightness in the awful atmosphere.

"Wetin you dey do here?" She asked, her eyes narrowing slightly, "I say make I see how you dey run things you know? If I no check on you, wetin I gain?" Ray replied, his voice light but his eyes betraying a deeper worry. He could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on him, the urgency of getting these kidnappers caught and leaving the damn hell hole!

Nurse Pepper shook her head, a playful yet exasperated gesture. "Abegi!" She said, waving her hand dismissively, but there was a hint of affection in her tone.

Ray turned back to Nurse Pepper, his expression shifting from playful to serious. "You fit follow Boss talk about this matter?" He asked, desperation creeping into his voice.

"Which matter?" She replied, her brow furrowing as she sensed the gravity of his request.

He scratched his head, the tension in his shoulders tightening. "We plenty way wan go out go run some kind family wahala. Like me now, I need deliver money give my family so. The last money way I give them supposed don finish. Why dem dey pay me when I no fit use am for them?"

Nurse Pepper exhaled, rolling her eyes in frustration. "Do transfer." "I wan see them." You never too tay for here but you supposed understand Boss, he doesn't trust anybody for now." Her voice was low, as if the walls themselves had ears.

"I know but na only maybe two or one person go be the mole oh, na everybody the thing come affect," Ray insisted, his voice rising slightly, a mix of anger and helplessness bubbling beneath the surface.

"Make them so catch this person cause all this eyes way them they use look us so... E no gel."

"Wait make this thing blow over. Everybody na suspect for Boss eye now, know how you dey waka before you go end up dead because of suspicion," She warned, her eyes darting around the room.

"You get?"

Ray exhaled deeply, the weight of her words settling heavily on his chest. He needed to pass information to the police. Nurse Perpetual's expression shifted from professional to something more intimate. She peeled off her gloves with a deliberate slowness, the latex snapping softly as she discarded them. She stepped closer, her presence enveloping him like a warm, unsettling fog.

Her hands glided over his chest, tracing the contours of his physique with a rough touch that sent an involuntary shiver down his spine.

"Ray Ray," She purred, her voice sultry and inviting, as if she had just discovered a hidden treasure. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and a playful smile danced on her lips, "In case you no dey too busy and you dey find something to do," She continued, her fingers lingering a moment longer, as if savoring the moment. "You and I fit run small thing. E get as the body do me as I take near you; I don't mind exploring with you" She paused whispering into his ears, "In my room. Abi wetin you think?"

Ray's stomach twisted in knots, a wave of nausea washing over him as he processed her advances. Her breath was smelled like she had Okpa not long ago, and he could see the way her eyes roamed over him, assessing, irritating.

He forced himself to maintain a poker face, masking the turmoil within.

"Rayman!" The guard called, his voice sharper this time, cutting through the tension like a knife. Ray glanced at him, the guard's expression unreadable, but the urgency in his tone was unmistakable. "Boss dey find you."

Ray's heart raced as he turned back to Nurse Pepper, a mix of fear and determination in his eyes. He knew he had to tread carefully.

"I'll follow you." Nurse Perpetual decided.

In the school compound, the atmosphere bubbled with excitement, the air rich with the scent of different traditional food and soup wafting from nearby food stall. Colorful Ankara and rafia decorations fluttered across the venue creating a tapestry that celebrated the cultural day.

At the forefront, Hilary stood confidently, her microphone gripped firmly in her right hand. Her eyes sparkled with enthusiasm, and her face radiated warmth as she spoke. "Diversity is the heartbeat of our nation, the rhythm that makes life worth living," She declared, her voice rising with passion. Her left hand gestured emphatically, fingers splayed wide as if embracing the entire audience, inviting them to share in her message.

Beside her, Ossy mirrored her energy, his playful grin lighting up his face. He took the microphone with a flourish, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I .. I lo.. love how our differences come together to create something beautiful," He stammered through, his hands moving expressively, he was nervous and scared of the crowd.

"I stammer when I'm s..cared or nervous. If you all can take it easy on the look, I'll appreciate it. Don't expect too much from me, I'm only human." He joked and the audience chuckled and he gained confidence from it.

"Can you imagine a world where everyone eats the same food, listens to the same music, and celebrates the same holidays? Sounds like a recipe for boredom to me!" He added and everyone chuckled again.

"But in Nigeria," Hilary continued, "We have an excellent tapestry of cultures, traditions, and perspectives. We have the resilience of the Igbo, the warmth of the Yoruba, and the hospitality of the Hausa."

As Ossy leaned slightly forward, his voice dropped to a conspiratorial tone. "Fun fact, Mom: there's no place you won't find a Hausa man!" His grin widened, and he gestured dramatically, as if unveiling a grand secret. The audience erupted in laughter, their faces brightening with recognition of the truth in his words, some nodding in agreement, their eyes sparkling with shared understanding.

"That's why no matter how much we make our own suya, we'll always want to buy the one from our regular aboki who must wrap it in newspaper or else, it will lose its flavor." He teased and everyone laughed.

Hilary joined in, her laughter ringing out like a bell. Then he continued, "It's generally known that if you go to any place and don't find your regular Igbo seller, run from that place!" The audience roared with laughter, heads thrown back in delight, some clapping their hands in agreement.

As Ossy proceeds to share his personal journey, his voice grew more serious, yet filled with pride. "I came to this school as an Igbo who couldn't say good morning in Yoruba," He paused, his hands clasped in front of him, a hint of vulnerability in his tone. The audience listened intently, their expressions shifting to admiration as he spoke of overcoming challenges.

"A boy who heard his peers call him Mr Kalooloo (stammer) because he stammers but thought it was a good name. But now I can boldly say, Ekasan, se dada le wa. (Good afternoon, hope you're all good.)" When he confidently greeted everyone in Yoruba, the applause that followed was thunderous, a testament to his growth.

Hilary, sensing the moment's significance, picked up where Ossy left off, her voice steady and filled with conviction. "Our diversity is our strength, our unique selling point." Her hands spread wide, as if to encompass the entire audience, inviting them to join in the celebration of their shared heritage.

Ossy nodded, his voice filled with conviction. "So let's celebrate our differences, Mom. Let's come together and show the world what it means to be Nigerian."

Together, Hilary and Ossy recited their final lines, their voices ringing out with passion and pride. "There's joy in diversity. Let's come together and celebrate our unique heritage!"

As they concluded their presentation, the music swelled, "The Emperor, the conqueror, the champion, the Lion is here. Nzogbu nzogbu. Enyimba enyi".and a group of cultural dancers burst onto the dance floor, their colorful costumes swirling in a mesmerizing display. The audience clapped along to the rhythm, their faces alight with joy and pride. Hilary stepped away to meet Mr. Steve, her expression shifting to one of curiosity and intrigue, her brow slightly furrowed as she approached him.

Meanwhile, Jennifer with her camera poised, captured the dancers' movements, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Kilahi turned to Manny, who stood nearby, a proud smile on his face as he watched Ossy and Hilary. "You're smiling like a proud father," She teased,, her hands resting on her hips.

Manny chuckled, his gaze still fixed on the stage. "I am one. My two favorite people are out there," He replied, his tone warm and affectionate. Kilahi's playful frown broke through the moment, her eyes narrowing in mock indignation. "So I'm not your favorite person, bah?" She asked, her hands still on her hips, a playful pout on her lips.

Manny laughed, his eyes dancing with amusement. "You're making trouble where there isn't," He replied, his voice teasing. Kilahi leaned closer, her expression challenging. "Is that your way of avoiding saying yes or no?" She pressed, her tone light but insistent, her eyebrows raised in playful defiance.

As they exchanged glances, Kilahi's eyes darted between Manny and Hilary who was still speaking to Mr Steve. "You're no longer my favorite person," He declared dramatically and she gasped and feigned hurt, her hand clutching her chest in despair.

Manny's laughter echoed in the air, a rich sound that mingled with the music. "I'll just report your matter to God; this is injustice," Kilahi pouted, crossing her arms, her lips forming a playful pout. "You're my favorite person small sha," He finally added, hia tone softening, then he chuckled, shaking his head.

"I'm proud of my twinnie and nephew too," She chimed in, her eyes glinting with pride. Kilahi's eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned closer.

"Is this how you'll be looking for Gbada's trouble?" He teased and she laughed. "I pity my brother," He added and she gasped slapping his arm,"What do you mean?"

Manny raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on his face. "Married woman in hours from now," He said and her cheeks flushed slightly and her eyes widened with excitement. The thrill of the moment was visible, Manny could see it.

Jennifer quickly glanced at her, "It's true, you're the bride getting married to Pastor Gbadamosi. Congratulations to you."

"Thank you."

"Why is a bride here?" She, interjected, her camera still rolling, her expression curious.

Kilahi rolled her eyes, her expression playful. "Except you're one of those that doesn't do her nails, those nails are too naked for a wedding," Jennifer teased, her tone light, her hands gesturing towards Kilahi's unadorned nails. Kilahi sighed dramatically, her hands flailing in the air. "I promised Ossy I'll be here; apart from that, I need to unwind from the pressure," She explained, her voice tinged with a hint of exhaustion.

"Pele," Jennifer sympathized ending the video then she reached into her purse. She pulled out some money and walked towards Ossy, ready to spray some on him, her eyes glinting with excitement, her movements fluid and purposeful.

Manny, still watching Hilary and Mr. Steve, turned to Kilahi, who had a teasing glint in her eyes. "You've been staring at that direction," She remarked, her tone playful yet curious, his head tilted slightly as he observed her.

Kilahi followed his gaze, "The man likes Hilary; see his eyes. He must be the one Ossy was talking about," He replied, his head gesturing towards Mr. Steve, who stood a short distance away.

Kilahi chuckled, his eyes narrowing playfully. "That must be Mr Steven." "You even know him," He snapped, and Kilahi rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at her lips. "Hilary mentioned something about it, but it's nothing to worry about. She doesn't see him that way," She reassured him, her tone light, her hands waving dismissively.

"Like Garba bah?" Manny snapped, his voice filled with playful accusation. Kilahi gasped, slapping his arm lightly, "It's all going to happen today, so... Uncle chill," She said, giving him a knowing look that made him smile, his expression softening.

Just then, Hilary approached them, letting out a loud sigh of relief. "Hey guys," She greeted, her voice brightening the atmosphere, her hands resting on her hips, her expression one of contentment. "Hey, Miss Diversity!" Kilahi called out, her tone teasing, and Hilary chuckled, her eyes sparkling with joy. "You did well Babe." He complimented and she blushed.

"What's more diverse than an Igbo woman dating a Yoruba man?" She quipped, her hands gesturing animatedly as she spoke, her face alight with laughter. Kilahi chimed in, "Or an Igede girl getting married to a Yoruba man," She added with a playfully.

Manny chuckled.

"These Yoruba men are differently doing something," Hilary remarked, "We're not doing anything, we are simply romantic," He added, puffing out his chest playfully, a grin spreading across his face.

Kilahi and Hilary exchanged skeptical glances, their expressions feigning doubt. "I dare the two of you to deny it!" Manny challenged, his voice filled with pride. They both raised their noses in playful defiance, "Let's just give it to them," Hilary finally conceded, her hands waving dismissively. "They're trying sha," Kilahi added, and they all burst into laughter.

Manny, still curious, asked, "I suppose the man you're talking to is Mr. Steve or is it Steven?"

Hilary's eyes widened in surprise, "Really, Babe?" She asked, her voice filled with intrigue, her hands clasped in front of her.

Manny glanced towards Mr. Steve, who was standing a short distance away, his gaze fixed on Hilary. "Babe, there's no need looking at him that way," She pleaded.

"Maybe he's trying to use his eyes to stone him to death. Why do thou persecute Mr. Steven with thy eye, oh Manny?" Kilahi joked, her laughter infectious, her hands gesturing dramatically. Manny laughed, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Art thou jealous?" She asked, "Yes." He replied walking over to the stage where Ossy was dancing with the group.à

"He denied it not." Kilahi chipped in and her laughter mingled with Hilary's.

"Why art thou invoke Manny's wrath and jealousy upon thyself?" She asked, "Ask me another question in King James language and I'll punch your face the King James way," Hilary shot back.

The two erupted into laughter, exchanging playful glances.

"Mr. Steven is taller than Manny sha" She added, glancing at the cultural dancers, her expression playful, her hands gesturing towards the stage.

Hilary laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. "Aunty, what did you eat?" she asked, her tone light, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Okro soup," Kilahi replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "That was rhetorical question."

"I know. But really, what's it with Mr. Steven?" She pressed, her curiosity piqued, her hands resting on her hips.

Hilary's laughter bubbled up again. "While that jealous man feels like I was enjoying talking to that man, I needed a breath of fresh air. That man could use a fresh mint. Your Twinnie almost died, you know," She whispered to Kilahi, who broke into another round of laughter.

Ray appeared in front of Buchi, who was surrounded by six other men, all standing in a line. Buchi had a stern expression on his face, his eyes fixed on the seven button phones laid out before him. Ray joined the line, greeting Buchi with a mix of confidence and caution.

"Good afternoon, Boss," Ray said, trying to sound nonchalant despite the tension in the air. Nurse Perpetual walked in then he stood beside Buchi while giving Ray a knowing look.

Buchi leaned forward, his eyes narrowing further. "Okay now," He began, the toothpick now jabbing at the air like a miniature spear, "This seven phones don dey receive messages and calls. One person wife sef get mind dey threaten say if she no see do, do before the week run out, she go look outside. Na who be that?"

A wave of discomfort washed over the men. The other men in the line avoided eye contact, their faces etched with fear. Ray kept his face neutral, his eyes fixed on a loose thread on Buchi's shirt. He fought to keep any flicker of nervous energy from betraying his carefully crafted facade. One of the men, a skinny, nervous fellow raised his hand slowly, his fingers trembling like leaves in a storm. His head was bowed, eyes fixed on the damp concrete floor.

Buchi's gaze swiveled to him. He didn't speak, but the silence was more terrifying than any shout.

"I dey grant all of una seven in number to commot go meet una people, some tomorrow, others Sunday. I no fit send una at once." Buchi finally announced, his voice losing some of its edge, replaced by a flat, business-like tone. "After una go say Buchi na wicked man. If you no need go and na transfer you wan do, better. If you want go, you know the drill." He punctuated his statement with a dismissive flick of his hand.

The men bowed their heads, their collective relief palpable. "Yes, Boss," A chorus of low voices murmured, a symphony of eager acceptance. "You, you, you." He pointed to three men, "Tomorrow, the rest on Sunday or next week.." "Why you no out Ray for tomorrow? I need him help on Sunday to help me run one or two."

Buchi looked up at the nurse suspiciously, "You fit leave am if you no wan do am." She chipped in sarcastically then Buchi pointed again including Ray, "The three of you tomorrow, the rest another time."

"Thank you Boss." They all chorused.

They all knew what 'the drill' meant - they had to send a message to whomever was their contact outside and let them know when to expect them. Quickly, with their heads still down, each one reached for the phones in front of them

Ray felt a surge of excitement as he took the phone, trying to maintain a poker face despite the anticipation building inside him. He hoped Buchi wouldn't notice the eagerness in his eyes, but he couldn't help feeling a sense of relief that he would finally be able to take care of the police business.

Sam opened the door to the small, back room of his gallery, the place he often retreated to for a quiet moment amidst the bustling art world. He'd expected the usual layer of dust, the settled remnants of art supplies and forgotten sketches. Instead, the room was immaculate, the surfaces gleaming, the air fresh. He turned towards Sewuese, his eyebrows raised in surprise.

"I cleaned it up," She answered.

"When did you have the time?" He asked, genuinely puzzled. He knew how hectic her schedule had been, juggling work and Kilahi's wedding preparation.

"I didn't want you sleeping in a dusty room," She replied, her eyes meeting his, a tenderness flickering within them.

Sam's lips curved into a warm smile. "Sorry for stressing you." He felt a pang of guilt. She had followed the driver to drop his parents off at George's household before escorting him here. She was taking care of him, even when it was inconvenient.

"And with the whole plans for today. You probably won't rest," He added, his gaze lingering on her face, the soft curve of her lip.

"I'm not complaining," She replied, her steps bringing her closer to him. She stopped just inches away, the air between them thick with unspoken affection. Then, she lifted onto her toes, a playful smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. Her face strained, reaching towards his, the slight height difference creating a sweet, almost comical struggle. She longed to kiss him, and the longing was mirrored in her eyes.

He didn't hesitate. He bent his head, meeting her halfway. Their lips met, soft at first, then deepening into a passionate exchange. He tasted the faint sweetness of her lip balm. He cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing along her cheekbones. The kiss was a testament to the days they'd been apart, the stolen moments, the unspoken yearning that had built up.

Sewuese moaned softly, the sound sending shivers down his spine. Then, with a sudden burst of energy, she jumped, her legs wrapping around his waist, her body flush against his. He instinctively tightened his grip, his hands finding purchase on her thighs as she clung to him.

"I brought gifts," He managed to murmur against her lips, breathless from the kiss.

She shook her head, a playful glint in her eyes. "Kiss me for the days you've missed," She whispered, her breath warm against his skin, her lips brushing against his ear. Her hands wound into his hair, pulling him even closer, her fingers teasing the sensitive skin at his nape.

He didn't need any further prompting. He reclaimed her mouth, the kiss more demanding now, more urgent. He moved backwards, his back hitting the wall with a soft thud. Sewuese giggled, the sound a delightful tremor against his chest. Her hands moved from his hair, tracing the line of his jaw, down his neck, her fingers dancing across his skin with a feather-light touch.

He groaned, the sound muffled against her lips. He could feel her heat, her body pressing against his, the solid evidence of her desire. He reached for the hem of her dress, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric, exploring the smooth skin of her thigh.

Her response was immediate. She gasped, breaking the kiss, her head falling back slightly, her eyes closed then he stopped.

"We need to stop before.." He trailed off and she nodded in understanding. He lifted his head, his eyes meeting hers. They were dark with desire, reflecting the same hunger she felt.

"If we continue, this might be beyond our control and we've agreed to go by the book. I won't want you going against that."

Sewuese nodded, "You're right. I just miss you." "I do too. More you can think of." He confessed kissing her on the forehead.

Gbadamosi stood in the middle of his bedroom, as he folded his clothes into the small luggage laid out on the bed. His mind raced with excitement in anticipation of his honeymoon.

The thought of spending a week in a beautiful, exotic location with his wife, Kilahi. He had meticulously chosen each item he planned to pack, ensuring that nothing essential would be left behind. His phone rang and he answered the call with a smile, "Hey, are you at the gate yet?" He asked, his voice brimming with enthusiasm.

"Nope! I'm at the gallery with Sewuese," came the reply from Sam.

Gbadamosi chuckled, shaking his head. "Really? You couldn't even stop by to see the groom? You must not have missed me enough." "Please! Iew, dude! I'm not your bride! I think I need to forward this complaint to Kilahi immediately," Sam shot back, his tone playful.

"Wow, turning the tables, are we?" Gbadamosi laughed, enjoying the banter.

"I didn't like the angle you shoved me into. Honestly, I missed Sewuese more than I missed you," Sam admitted, a hint of sincerity in his voice.

"You couldn't even pop in to see your guy first? I'll be busy in a bit. Guests are arriving soon, and I have some to meet some at the airport," Gbadamosi replied, a mock pout on his face.

"Shouldn't your protocol handle that?" Sam teased.

Gbadamosi chuckled, "I have people on that. I have to welcome a few patrons and mentors personally and check them into their hotel. I?" "I'll be coming shortly! I just had to see Sewuese. It's been weeks! I needed to see her face to face, you know?" Sam's voice softened, revealing his affection.

Gbadamosi rolled his eyes, a knowing smile creeping onto his lips. "Yes, I know. Just be careful, alright?" "What do you mean?" Sam asked, feigning innocence.

"You know exactly what I mean. The adrenaline can be something else when you're close to someone you love, especially after being apart for so long," Gbadamosi replied, his tone serious.

Sam laughed, "Are you speaking from experience, my friend?"

Gbadamosi chuckled nervously, "In Kilahi's voice: 'Avoid me!'" He snapped playfully, and they both erupted into laughter.

"I get what you mean. I'll be there in a couple of hours. I just need to pack my suit and a few other things," Sam agreed.

"You better not outshine me tomorrow," Gbadamosi warned, half-joking.

"Dude, I'm white, I'm taller, and I look damn good. I'm definitely going to outshine you," Sam replied confidently, and they both laughed heartily.

Just then, Muyiwa entered the room, holding a sleek garment bag. Gbadamosi arched an eyebrow at the sight of him. "See you later, Sam," He said, ending the call with a satisfied smile, ready to tackle the next part of his day.

"Opulent didn't inform me of your arrival," Gbadamosi remarked, glancing at the bag.

"We were bonding outside. He's not that bad, you know," Muyiwa replied, a hint of surprise in his voice. "I take back every bad thing I said about that guy. He's cool."

"What are you doing here?" Gbadamosi asked.

Muyiwa lifted the bag higher, a playful glint in his eyes. "What does it look like?" He answered then he surveyed the bed, which was scattered with clothes, then his gaze fell back on the bag.

"Why are you...?" He trailed off, a smirk creeping onto his face. "Are you already planning ahead for the honeymoon?"

Gbadamosi smiled, reaching for a neatly folded shirt-a crisp white button-up that he imagined wearing on romantic dinners. "You know what they say: the early bird catches the worm." He nudged Muyiwa, blushing slightly. "Yes, they catch worms, but I think you're catching more than worms. You're catching excitement, because that smile you're wearing says it all."

Next, he added a pair of tailored shorts, perfect for lazy afternoons on the beach. He then grabbed a lightweight jacket, just in case the evenings turned cool. Muyiwa's earlier question echoed in his mind, prompting a chuckle. "I'm about to say 'I do' to a woman I love and want to be with for the rest of my life. Of course I'm excited."

"Are you sure it's just that, or...?" Muyiwa trailed off, catching Gbadamosi's sharp glare. "Or we can just ignore it," he added, laughing to himself.

"What's funny?" Gbadamosi asked, feigning annoyance.

"You having sex after 20 years, or has it been 30?" Muyiwa teased, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"11 years in total," Gbadamosi replied, and they both burst into laughter. "My excitement doesn't stem from that. I'm doing life with the woman God has ordained for me."

"Not just life; you guys will be literally doing everything after tomorrow," Muyiwa quipped.

Gbadamosi picked up a cotton bud rubber and threw it at him, which Muyiwa dodged with a laugh. He picked it up handing it back to him.

Gbadamosi then added a stylish Ankara shirt that Temi had gotten him, along with matching dresses for Kilahi, in case they decided to coordinate their outfits.

Muyiwa dropped the garment bag onto the bed and plopped down on it. "I'm sitting on your future matrimonial bed," He teased, and Gbadamosi grinned.

"I pray you tap the grace to sit on yours," Gbadamosi shot back.

"I'll have to call you to sanctify it first. Even though Sharon was the last person I had there, there's nothing matrimonial about that bed. The things I've done..." Muyiwa paused, watching Gbadamosi lift a few pairs of socks and underwear, ensuring he had enough for their getaway. He chuckled to himself, thinking about how Kilahi would tease him for overpacking, but he wanted to be prepared for anything. He also included a small toiletry bag filled with essentials: toothpaste, a toothbrush, deodorant, and a travel-sized cologne that he knew she loved.

Then, with a slight blush creeping to his cheeks, he reached for the discreetly tucked-away box of lubricant. He wanted to ensure they had everything they needed to make their time together unforgettable, especially for her.

Muyiwa's eyes widened at the sight. "Is that...?" he asked, biting his lip.

"Shut up," Gbadamosi snapped, trying to hide his embarrassment.

"I see you're fully prepared to offload twenty years of pent-up passion," Muyiwa teased, and Gbadamosi rolled his eyes, wondering why he had to see it.

"I envy you right now," Muyiwa admitted.

Gbadamosi arched an eyebrow. "In what way?" He asked, skeptical. "In a good way, yes! How many days of celibacy have i had? There's so much energy stored up in me that if Sharon gave us a chance, I might not let her go easily. But imagine 11 years of... hey! The Gbadamosi we all knew, the King of Games, King Nakaruma!" he teased, and Gbadamosi laughed.

"I haven't heard that name in years," Gbadamosi replied, shaking his head.

"Now you're my pastor. May God help Kilahi," Muyiwa added with a grin.

"Stop it!" Gbadamosi said, placing the box carefully in the luggage.

"You better make it worthwhile for her," Muyiwa warned, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"I'm not having this conversation with you, Muyiwa!" Gbadamosi exclaimed, exasperated.

"You were the King of Games. I'm sure Jesus didn't erase the game completely; that hard disk drive is still there. All you have to do is retrieve it and score those goals," Muyiwa said, winking.

"Muyiwa!" Gbadamosi snapped, trying to maintain his composure. "Avoid me," he added, and they both chuckled.

"Congratulations are in order," Muyiwa said, his tone shifting to sincerity.

"Thank you. How are you feeling today?" Gbadamosi asked, genuinely curious.

"I don't understand," Muyiwa replied, tilting his head.

"You know what I mean. How do you feel... sexually?" Gbadamosi asked, a hint of mischief in his voice.

"I'm definitely not attracted to you, if that's what you think," Muyiwa shot back, feigning offense.

Gbadamosi frowned. "Why are you guys being weird today? That was how Sam told me he's not the bride because I simply said he didn't miss me."

Muyiwa laughed. "Good one."

"How do you feel?" Gbadamosi pressed.

Muyiwa sighed, running a hand through his hair. "If God could take the horny feelings away, I'd be less anxious. I see Sharon, and I start to imagine things. Don't get me wrong, sex isn't the focus; it's just my corrupt mind. When we kiss... when we kiss, it's like..."

"Then stop it," Gbadamosi interrupted, trying to be serious.

Muyiwa clutched his chest, a picture of wounded innocence. "Where's the law that says no kissing allowed? Show me the rulebook, chapter and verse, and I swear I'll become a monk!"

Gbadamosi pinched the bridge of his nose, a weary sigh escaping him. "Dude, it's not about a specific rule, it's about... restraint! You're like a kid in a candy store. You see that shiny wrapper, you have to tear it open. If you're on a diet, you don't hang out in the bakery, you know? A taste will snowball into the whole damn cake. Or like a diabetic who loves cake, trying to stay healthy. You're trying to manage your blood sugar levels, but you're living in a bakery. Just a little taste of icing will spiral you into wanting the whole cake." " Gbadamosi explained, shaking his head.

Muyiwa exhaled deeply. "Did I tell you her mom bumped into us kissing?" He asked. Gbadamosi groaned and shook his head.

"You didn't."

"We were having an innocent sweet kiss, basically covered in frosting when she walked in."

"How did she take it?" Gbadamosi inquired, intrigued.

"Badly! She told Sharon she hasn't seen a boyfriend yet. She stormed out; the woman hates me. She thinks I'll break her daughter's heart again," Muyiwa confessed, frustration evident in his voice.

"You can't blame her; you did that once, it's expected of her to think you're still a douchebag." Gbadamosi pointed out.

"This isn't that same Muyiwa," Muyiwa insisted.

"She doesn't know that. Technically, that same Muyiwa is still there somewhere. I understand you love Sharon ad you want this relationship to work but you need to work on your self-control so you don't end up cheating in the name of being horny. Trust me, I know how you feel. I've been there, Muyiwa. You know after I turned 25, I struggled with staying away from sex. The calling of God was strong upon me but I didn't want to be a hypocrite. Before my service year, I struggled a lot with my spiritual life. God wanted to have me, but I kept letting the devil win all the time. I was surrounded by temptation, but my mind was trained. All the dirty emotional attachments I used to have were nailed at the cross. I was intentional. If you're in need of true growth, you need to be really intentional about it."

Muyiwa nodded, absorbing Gbadamosi's words. "How can I prove to Sharon's mom that I love her daughter? I'm trying to figure things out." "Stop trying to figure things out, let God. " Gbadamosi advised.

"That sounds spiritually cheesy."

"As cheesy as it sounds, that's what you need. I don't want you resulting to sorting yourself out through masturbation." Gbadamosi chipped in and Muyiwa laughed.

"That's another chokehold. I'm talking as someone that has seen and done things. Let God sort you out."

"I don't have enough wisdom to do this. You know I'm not wise, right? That's why I have the name MUmuyiwa." Muyiwa admitted, a hint of vulnerability in his voice.

"James 1:5: 'If any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask of God, who gives to all liberally and without reproach, and it will be given to him,'" Gbadamosi recited, his tone serious yet encouraging. With that, he zipped up the luggage, and just then, his phone buzzed, interrupting the moment.

"Hello, Gbada," Garba's voice came through, smooth and infuriatingly familiar. Gbadamosi rolled his eyes, already feeling the tension rise.

"This isn't your number," He replied curtly, trying to keep his annoyance in check.

"I knew you weren't going to answer if I called with a familiar line." Garba said, a hint of satisfaction in his tone.

Gbadamosi sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "What do you want?" "Can we see?" Garba asked, his voice suddenly serious.

"No," Gbadamosi shot back, his patience wearing thin. "I'm busy. It's a day before my wedding; you don't expect me to be less busy."

Garba chuckled, a sound that grated on Gbadamosi's nerves. "If I know you too well, you've probably had everything settled already. You're a planner."

Gbadamosi tightened the fist of his free hand, feeling the anger simmering just beneath the surface. "Can we please meet? Choose your venue." He hesitated, the weight of Garba's request hanging in the air.

Emmanuel leaned back in his chair, a bemused expression crossing his face as he reviewed Tommy's police statement alongside the accounts from his friends. "You know," He said, shaking his head, "This guy just shot himself in the leg-figuratively speaking, of course. The statements don't align at all, and the claims are downright mediocre. He doesn't have a case."

Aunty Abebi chuckled softly, her eyes sparkles impressed by his observation."I know, right? It's almost comical. But let's not forget, his parents are wealthy. They might just try to buy their way out of this mess."

Emmanuel shrugged, his brow furrowing slightly as he considered the implications of the evidence. "But there's solid evidence, the live video," He began, only to be met with Aunty Abebi's skeptical gaze.

"The live video only showed a cry for help from a young girl. Do you know what will happen in court if we present that as a saving grace? What's wrong with the evidence?" She asked and he chuckled, "Why does it suddenly feel like a law drill or an examination?" He asked and she gave him a serious face.

"With this serious face, I guess my Ababy isn't available at the moment."

Aunty Abebi chuckled, "She's temporarily not available. I'm trying to be professional here. You're under my tutelage, what's wrong with that evidence?" "It lacks probative value, because it doesn't provide any direct evidence of the crime."

"It's circumstantial evidence. It only shows the context of the situation and nothing else. It holds little or no weight. It can help create an impression in the heart of the judge but not really and evidence." "I guess the absence of corroborating evidence will make the evidence insufficient to prove the Tommy's guilt beyond reasonable doubt" He sighed in defeat, the weight of the situation pressing down on him.

"Exactly!" Aunty Abebi interjected, her eyes gleaming with the thrill of the debate. "Na wa oh." "It's a good reference, but any competent lawyer, especially O'Brien Davis, will twist it around and make Brenda, look like she had a plan all along and Sefa helped achieve it with the aid of social media. We can't overrule that."

Emmanuel nodded, the reality of her words sinking in. "You mentioned something about this Brenda wanting to call off her engagement because of another man right?" "Yes." "They might argue that Brenda's allegations were motivated by her desire to be with her new lover. They might say her visit to Tommy's residence was merely a setup, designed to frame Tommy and clear the way for her lover to pursue a relationship with her, free from any perceived obstacles. It could be a good diversion in court."

"You're catching on," She replied, chuckling softly. "It's a good reference. If we play smart, we can turn it around, but we can't center our case on that alone. We need to focus on the facts that are indisputable."

Emmanuel leaned forward, his expression serious. "But he drugged her. He's not a medical professional; he has no business administering drugs. If he's giving her something to induce sleep, then rape is the only viable option. There's hospital evidence to support this. Those factors should be enough to keep him behind bars for at least fourteen years-assuming he doesn't negotiate a plea bargain."

Aunty Abebi's expression shifted to one of determination. "Exactly. The evidence of drugging is crucial. It shows intent and premeditation. We need to ensure that we emphasizes that point. If we can establish that he had the means and motive, it strengthens our case significantly."

"Or they could pull out the mitigating excuses," He interjected, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "They might claim he wasn't in his right mind, or that he was under the influence of some mystical forces-his village people or a marine spirit, perhaps." He joked and She laughed, shaking her head at the absurdity of it all.

She quickly sobered. "Rapists don't deserve to walk among us. If it's up to me, I'll prefer they have a separate section in prison where they can rape each other. Just look at Nancy's case-it's infuriating." "It really is."

Aunty Abebi rolled her eyes, her frustration palpable. " I've handled enough rape cases to know how deeply this affects the victims. It makes my blood boil every single time. Men!" She blurted out with a loud hiss.

Emmanuel regarded her thoughtfully, sensing the weight of her words. "Not all men are the same, you know," He said gently, trying to offer a different perspective.

She scoffed lightly, a hint of a smile breaking through her anger. "I wasn't raped, if that's what you're thinking. But the injustice of it all-it just gets to me." " What about Nancy's case? What's the latest?" He inquired and she shrugged.

"The man is currently in police custody," She replied, . "He's a small fry in the grand scheme of this case. He has money, he doesn't have sense. The wife is testifying against him, and there's photographic evidence for every assault. She's filing for divorce, and if she plays her cards right, he'll lose half of everything he owns to her." Aunty Abebi nodded, her expression shifting to one of determination.

Emmanuel leaned back in his chair, his expression serious as he spoke. "Good. It's about time these men face the consequences of their actions. No one should have to endure that kind of trauma, and it's high time they are held accountable." His voice was steady, filled with a conviction that resonated deeply with Aunty Abebi. She admired his passion, the way his eyes lit up when he spoke about justice and the need for accountability.

Aunty Abebi smiled, her heart swelling with pride for the young man before her. "Do you..." She hesitated, biting her lower lip, weighing her words carefully. "This might be unprofessional, but do you mind assisting me? I could use a brilliant mind."

Emmanuel blinked, a playful glint in his eye as he switched into a thick Igbo accent. "Lepeat it again, Lepeat it again."

"Really?" Aunty Abebi raised an eyebrow, amused by his antics.

"Yes now. I didn't hear you well; my ear travelled to Mars for a second." He grinned, his playful demeanor lightening the mood in the room.

"Your ears better be present this time because I won't repeat myself again. Do you mind assisting me?" Aunty Abebi said, her tone teasing yet earnest.

"The part you said I'm brilliant, biko, Lepeat it again for me." Emmanuel chimed, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Aunty Abebi couldn't help but laugh, the sound ringing like music in the cozy office.

"I could use a blilliant lawyer," she finally said, her voice warm and inviting.

"What happened to 'I'm inexperienced, my vocabularies are limited'?" he shot back, returning to his regular tone, a mock seriousness in his voice.

"As long as you're not sustaining a lawyer's objection," she replied, her laughter mingling with his.

"It's true. I sustained you," he said, a proud smile spreading across his face.

Aunty Abebi chuckled, shaking her head in disbelief. "It was my first time seeing anyone sustain my objection."

"You were overdoing now, just making me nervous here and there," Emmanuel retorted, a playful pout on his lips. "I remember you told me to get a JAMB form, start law from the basics, go to law school, and get another degree. My heart broke."

Aunty Abebi laughed heartily, the sound echoing off the walls. "Because you looked incompetent!" She teased, "I'm not completely incompetent," He winked at her, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

Aunty Abebi threw a chin-chin at him, the small, crunchy snack hitting him squarely on the forehead before bouncing to the floor. They both erupted into laughter.

Brenda folded her legs on the floor holding on a notebook on one hand and a pen on the other. "What other ideas do you suggest for a wedding shower?" She yelled and Ugo got out of the kitchen holding on to a tray of native rice.

Ugo creased his brow in thought, "Uh... Do you want to use the dinning or we'll try communal style." "I don't know what communal looks like but I'll love to try it." She answered watching him drop the tray on the floor then he sat.

"This was our style of eating growing up. Mum didn't have to use the plate, she'll pour the whole thing in a food tray. Then comes the survival of the fittest."

She laughed at his story finding it amusing, "That has to be tough." "I miss it sometimes. We'll literally have to count our spoons, but I'll always get cheated cause I didn't understand why I'll get burnt with food and the others will be rushing the food as though they have deep freezer in their mouth."

Brenda held the spoon, "Sorry I didn't help out." "Apology accepted. I understand the only thing you can cook is.." "Don't say it." She warned playfully. Her phone rang and she glanced at the caller ID then she ignored it.

"Who's that?" He asked and she shrugged.

"A relative. I'm really not in the mood to answer any calls or questions."

Ugo gazed at her as though trying to read through her, "What?" She asked rolling her eyes. "Babe, I'm fine. Really, I am! The only thing I want is ideas for Kilahi's wedding shower. What idea can you give for the wedding shower of someone you wanted to date one-time." She asked and then she watched him cover his mouth laughing and then he coughed walking into the kitchen where he arrived with a bottle of water and two glasses.

He was still laughing, "Why will you bring that up?" "I just thought of it now. You, Manny and Gbadamosi, you all fell for Kilahi ." "I didn't fall in love with her. She was an option I was considering." He answered sitting on the floor.

"You seem excited about planning this."

"This is the first real thing I'm planning and the excited about it. I have ideas but I need more. Give me possible questions I may ask the bride and groom? Something controversial."

Ugo shrugged, "Have you two ever thought of kissing each other?" He asked and she smiled contented with the question. "Genius!"

As Manny drove the car with a steady hand. Hilary who was seated beside him, ended a phone call, her expression shifted as she turned to Ossy, who was beaming in the back seat scrolling through pictures and videos.

"Uncle Osita just apologized for not making it," She relayed, her voice warm with affection. "He said he'll be coming with a live chicken to celebrate your good result and all the awards you got."

Ossy's eyes widened in surprise and excitement. "A chicken? Really?" He exclaimed, he wasn't sure whether to believe it or not. The thought of a live chicken, a symbol of celebration made him happy. "Mummy, everyone enjoyed your Ofe nsala." He added and Hilary blushed.

"It was made with love."

"I just want to say, thank you all for coming to celebrate with me. Even Aunty Jennifer even though she's not here. You all made my day." He confessed and Kilahi kissed his forehead.

"You're welcome."

"I'm proud of you, Ossy," Manny chimed in, glancing in the rearview mirror to catch a glimpse of his son's smile. "You've worked hard, and you deserve every bit of this recognition."

"Mom, are we going home?" Ossy asked, his enthusiasm bubbling over.

Hilary shook her head, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I'm taking Aunty Kilahi out. Daddy will drop you off at Grandma's place."

"Yay!!!" Ossy jumped in his seat, his excitement palpable. "I'm so going to enjoy my day. I feel like the Lion of Ebonyi State right now." His playful declaration made everyone laugh.

"That's my Mufasa!" Kilahi, chimed in, her voice teasing yet affectionate. Ossy chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Aunty Kilahi, I like Simba instead," He replied, his tone light-hearted.

"Ossy Simba! Osimba Osimba!" Kilahi added, her laughter infectious. She didn't even understand what she was saying, she was in a childish mode.

"Again I ask, what did you eat today, Kilahi?" Hilary inquired.

The beauty spa echoed we with giggled from Hilary and Brenda admist the relaxation music that was playing at the background while their pedicures were being handled.

Sewuese entered letting out a sigh, "Sorry guys for being late. I was with Sam and you know what they say about time when you're with someone you love?" She asked and everyone cheered.

"It stands still baby, it always stands still." Hilary answered, "Well, except you're angry with the person." She added.

Kilahi yawned covering her mouth then she continued, "You know what I was thinking guys, the fact that I'm not having any Bridal shower."

Brenda gave Hilary a look, "Bridal showers are overrated, especially when we can't bring a stripper in." She teased and everyone laughed then she met Kilahi's glare, "I'm starting to doubt your salvation." Kilahi accused.

"Friends are supposed to host it, you guys are not good friends enough." She snapped playfully.

"We own it with our full chest"
Hilary laughed, "It's not that we didn't plan it, a lot had been on our head."

"That's not today's gist by the way." Sewuese snapped playfully, "Guys!!! I'm so happy. I saw my baby."

Kilahi smiled watching a girl handle her nails with care, "Thank God. How's Sam?" "Very fine. He sends his greetings." "See the way you're glowing." Hilary teased.

"Evidence of man." Brenda said snapping her fingers.

"Abeg, I don't want to outshine the bride." Sewuese answered pulling out her phone. "Why is no one taking videos of this moment?" She asked, her phone already pointed and recording. "By the time you'll be done, you're going to be as smooth as a donut!"

"Have you guys eaten donut and you've been tempted to ask if you're actually eating buns instead?" Kilahi asked eliciting laughter from everyone including the workers who were struggling to hold it in.

"Not that kind of donut! You're not low budget." Hilary answered and Kilahi laughed, "Toor, I'm just saying."

Brenda smiled, "I'm expecting a transformation from ordinary bride to be to a goddess. By the time Bada touches your skin, he'll know something different has happened."

"Amen to that." Hilary added lifting her hands.

Kilahi laughed, "Look at the way my twinnie is shouting Amen as though someone raised a prayer point. You all are ridiculous. All i just want to feel... you know... good before tomorrow."

"And good you will." A smiling woman, her nametag reading 'Aisha,' approached them. She was the owner of the place. She held a box that had the inscription, "Congratulations!!" on it.

"Welcome, ladies! Welcome Miss Kilahi, you must be our beautiful bride-to-be. We're thrilled to have you." She paused bowing her head slightly.

"Please accept this little gift from the beauty spa, this is just our little way of saying, thank you for trusting us with your glam."

Kilahi smiled as she watched the woman place the box on a side stool close to her.
"So, today, we've got programs planned for you."

"Next up will be the facials. We'll starting with a deep cleanse. Think of it like a spring cleaning for your pores," She explained, her voice soothing.

"Next after that is the infamous waxing appointment."

Ivory Health Club

The digital clock on Gbadamosi's phone flashed 2:35 PM. He'd initially been annoyed by the abrupt summons, especially since it meant interrupting his afternoon plan, but now, standing in the airy, modern restaurant section of the Ivory Health Club, a sense of morbid curiosity replaced his irritation. He had deliberately kept his expression neutral, masking the unease he felt at seeing Garba.

Garba was already seated at a small table, tucked away in a corner near a large window that overlooked the city. He was dressed in a simple, faded red top that looked like it had seen better days, and the white bandages peeking out from under the sleeves and collar. Gbadamosi's jaw tightened slightly at the sight.

He approached the table, his posture stiff, and dropped into the chair opposite Garba. He placed his hands on the smooth, cool surface of the table, the knuckles white. "You have less than five minutes to tell me why you called me here, Garba." His voice was devoid of warmth, a flat, steely tone that demanded answers, not pleasantries.

Garba flinched slightly at the directness, his smile faltering. "Good afternoon, Gbada," He began tentatively, his voice a lot softer than Gbadamosi had remembered. It sounded almost...broken.

Gbadamosi's lips thinned. "It was good," He corrected, the emphasis on the past tense. His gaze flickered to the bandages again, a mixture of disgust and a strange sort of pity swirling within him. "You must be incredibly disappointed to see me breathing, particularly after the stunt i pulled." Garba commented.

Gbadamosi's eyes darted away, "I wouldn't wish death on anyone, actually. Not even...not even you. Rather I... I hope for genuine repentance. I'm actually glad you're alive. It means you didn't have to face the eternal consequences."

A nervous chuckle escaped Garba's lips, the sound brittle and unnatural. He ran a hand through his smooth head. Gbadamosi scoffed, "What do you want, Garba? I know you didn't come here just to play nice." His patience snapping by the minute. "You're wasting my time." He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a low, "If you have something important to say, spit it out."

Garba swallowed hard, his eyes darting around the room before finally settling back on Gbadamosi. The words came out in a rush. "This has been a long time coming, I... I called you here because I want to apologize. For what I did. Everything."

Gbadamosi's eyebrows shot up. "What part are we talking about exactly? The part where you tried to sabotage my relationship, or the part where you kissed Kilahi on the cheek, knowing full well that it would upset me? Which outrageous act is deserving of your sudden epiphany?" His tone was dripping with sarcasm.

Garba's eyes widened slightly. "How did you know I was trying to break off your relationship?" He asked, genuinely surprised.

A humorless smile touched Gbadamosi's lips. "Because I know you, Garba. I've known you for years. I saw the signs, the subtle calls, the manipulative games. I warned Kilahi, but she was too naive, too trusting to see you for the snake you were."

Garba's gaze dropped to the table. "Yeah, she was...and I took advantage of it. God, I can't believe I did that to her. Do you...do you think she can ever forgive me?"

Gbadamosi watched him closely, his expression hard. "I'm sure she probably has. Kilahi is the kindest, most forgiving person I know. She will forgive a rabid dog if it was sorry enough. However, she doesn't want anything to do with you now, Garba, and frankly, I'm incredibly happy about that." He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest, a cold satisfaction creeping in.

"It's the honesty for me."

"I'm elated, delighted, thrilled, what other synonyms should I use."

Garba, head bowed, mumbled, "I get it. I'm sorry, Gbada."

Gbadamosi shot him a scathing look. "Why do you keep doing this, Garba? You've never had boundaries, always wanting what other people have, always trying to undermine things. That kind of life has to be exhausting."

Garba's head snapped up. "It was different this time, I swear." He met Gbadamosi's gaze directly, his eyes desperate. "What made it different?" Gbadamosi asked, his tone challenging, almost daring him to try and convince him.

Garba's jaw trembled. "I... I fell in love, that's why."

Gbadamosi scoffed, a harsh, disbelieving sound. "You've never loved anyone but yourself, Garba. Please, don't insult my intelligence with that blatant lie." "It's true, I swear it. Do you have any idea how lovable your fiancé is?" Garba's voice was laced with a strange desperation.

"I spent only a few hours with her that first time we met, and I felt something I've never felt before for any woman. Then, the thought of you having something so...amazing scared me. It completely warped my thinking, and it crippled whatever small amount of integrity I had."

Gbadamosi sighed, the initial anger giving way to a reluctant admission. "Kilahi is truly lovable." "I guess I was distracted by my own selfishness and...and Bella's stupid plans." Garba muttered, his voice almost a whisper.

Gbadamosi blinked, his face a mask of confusion. "Whoa, wait...did you just say Bella? Which Bella?" He demanded, his body tensing.

"Same Bella you know," Garba shrugged. "You know...Bella, the one you know. She attends your church."

"I know a few Bellas from church." Gbadamosi retorted flatly "Which one are you talking about?"

Garba's mouth curled to a sneer. "How many of them are bloggers?"

Gbadamosi's face darkened. "That woman," He spat out, the name tasting like bile on his tongue.

"She's... really obsessed, that one." Garba grimaced, shaking his head in disgust.

"How... how did you two...." Gbadamosi began, his voice faltering. "How did you get entangled with her?"

Garba sighed, rubbing his face tiredly. "Well, she came to the training academy from trailing Kilahi. When she realized that I was interested in Kilahi, she suddenly came up with this elaborate plan to try and stop your wedding."

"God forbid her!" Gbadamosi snapped, his hands clenching into fists. "Hasn't she done enough? From trying to seduce me to threatening Kilahi, to almost getting her killed?"

Garba's eyebrows shot up in surprise "Wait... what? She almost had her killed?"

"Yes! She gave Kilahi's address to those thugs you caught the other time." Gbadamosi's voice was laced with controlled fury. "Knowing full well they were after her life!"

Garba stared at him, his face pale. "That's impossible. She couldn't have known where those guys were, except..." his voice trailed off as realization dawned on him. His hands curled into tight fist on the table. "That manipulative bitch!"

Gbadamosi rolled his eyes. "Language." He cautioned and Garba rose from his chair so fast that it scraped loudly against the floor. He paced for a second in a tight circle before sitting back down, running his hands through his hair in agitation. "Why didn't I get to know this detail? Fuck! She's a two-faced bitch, that's what she is! I knew I shouldn't have trusted her with that phone. Ugh!" He groaned in frustration, slamming his fist on the table then he groaned in real pain from the gunshot.

"I'm so angry with myself right now. Hurting Kilahi was never the plan."

"Breaking us up would have hurt her," Gbadamosi pointed out with a cold, flat tone. "But your selfish fish brain wouldn't even consider that fact, would it? You always justify your actions with flimsy excuses."

"I was supposed to be her Plan B." Garba whispered and Gbadamosi leaned back in his chair, a self-assured smirk playing on his lips. "Newsflash, Garba, I'm Plan A, Plan B, and Plan C. Kilahi isn't anyone's will to play around with. She's God's plan for me, and I am hers. She's in love with me, and if it's any consolation, I'm head over heels in love with her. The next time you pull a stupid stunt like that kiss the other day, God help you, because my reaction might not be as calm as it was this time."

Garba nodded slowly, "Noted. I don't even recognize you anymore. Honestly, I was expecting a beat down. The old Gbadamosi wouldn't have hesitated. It would have taken Manny and half the guys in the training academy to pull you back from breaking my nose." He paused, and a small, genuine smile touched his lips. "You've changed, Gbada."

Gbadamosi's lips curved into a small, satisfied smile. "Old things have passed away, Garba." "Congratulations to both of you. You have the sweetest fiancé! Treat her right, pamper her, please." Garba said, his voice sincere.

"Of course, I will." Gbadamosi nodded, finally relaxing.

"Give her the best time of her life." Garba chipped in, hiding a small mischievous grin.

Gbadamosi raised an eyebrow but kept his composure "Yes, I plan to."

Garba's smile widened, his gaze suddenly suggestive. "Give her a time she won't forget in a hurry. Make her feel good, I doubt if you still remember how to..."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, stop it!" Gbadamosi interrupted, holding up a hand, his expression one of pure disgust. "We're not close friends, Garba. I don't need that kind of advice from you. My marriage is personal, thank you very much, but I really don't need your input."

Garba chuckled at Gbadamosi's flustered reaction. "I wish you both a very happy married life, Gbada." "I wish you well too," Gbadamosi said, still slightly grossed out. The conversation had taken a strange turn, and he was glad to see the end of it.

Muyiwa called Sharon up, his voice warm and inviting. "Good afternoon, Babe." "Good afternoon! What's up?" Sharon replied, her tone curious as though she knew he was calling her up for a favor.

"Ouch. Why did it hurt? The way you said the what's up? Like I know he wants something."

Sharon laughed, "The good afternoon Babe, was giving, hey Babe I need something. So what's up?"

"I know I asked for an impromptu favor last week, but I really need your help with a wedding shower cake and some snacks," He answered, trying to keep his tone casual.

Sharon's excitemement was noticable. "For Pastor Gbadamosi?" She asked, her voice rising with enthusiasm.

"Yeah, the way you get excited about Gbadamosi makes me a little uneasy and jealous, you know?" He teased, a playful grin spreading across his face.

Sharon laughed, "Anything for you, you know that!" "Or for Gbadamosi," He added, chuckling along with her.

"Wait, I thought you guys had a proposal planned for tonight?" She asked, now confused.

"Well, it has turned into a proposal slash surprise wedding shower," Muyiwa explained, ."How many guests are we looking at?" Sharon inquired, her mind already racing with ideas.

"We're not entirely sure, but let's say maybe ten or twelve, plus you. It's all very last minute," He replied, a hint of urgency creeping into his tone.

"Is that your not-so-subtle way of asking me to go with you?" She quipped and Muyiwa smiled. "Yes, it is. Manny wanted something very simple with just family, and I didn't want to bother you, but now, we kind of need the audience."

"Ouch," Sharon said, feigning hurt.

"I meant that in the best way possible!" He quickly clarified, laughter bubbling between them.

"Just joking! I know," She replied clearing her throat.

"I was thinking maybe we can do an outdoorsy suya night too," He suggested, trying to lighten the mood.

"Nah! I could have prepared for that by now. I'm short on help," She said, a hint of disappointment in her voice.

"I'll call Manny; he'll sort it out," Muyiwa offered, determined to make it work.

"Babe," Sharon called out, her tone suddenly softer.

"Hm?" He responded, curious.

"Nothing really, I'm just glad," She said, her voice filled with warmth.

"Glad about what?" He asked, genuinely intrigued.

"With your friends Tobi and that big-headed Ode who should have been a hunter, it's like I'm seeing a different side of you. It was always about girls and girls, but lately, your new relationship with the guys has brought out this sweet, responsible side of you, and I think it's hot-really, really hot," She confessed, her voice laced with sincerity.

"I just pray God helps you even more and make you a better version of yourself."

Muyiwa felt a rush of warmth at her words, placing a hand over his heart. "Thank tou. That means a lot coming from you," He said, his voice softening.

"You should give Manny a call," Sharon suggested, her tone encouraging.

"Yeah, I will. Thanks for always being there, Sharon. I really appreciate it," He replied, feeling grateful for her support."

"Always, Babe."

Temi sat comfortably in her mother's sitting room, her fingers deftly tapping on her phone as she prepared to send a video call to Gbadamosi. She glanced at her mother, who was seated nearby playing ludo with Ossy; the colorful board spread out between them.

"If you ask me, it's going to be hard to fool Gbadamosi," Temi said, a hint of doubt in her voice.

Her mother looked up, a knowing smile on her face. "Manny knows this too, which is why he's using you as a decoy."

Just then, Gbadamosi's face appeared on the screen, and Temi's expression brightened. "Good afternoon, my favorite cousin!" She greeted, her voice cheerful.

"Good afternoon, Temi! How are you doing?" Gbadamosi replied, "I'm fine, just managing," She said, her smile faltering slightly.

"How's the baby? How's the nausea treating you?" "It hits me hard when I eat or smell onions, but I'll survive," She admitted, trying to sound upbeat. "How's your preparation for tonight's proposal?"

Gbadamosi shrugged, a hint of uncertainty in his eyes. "Honestly, I don't know. It's been a whirlwind of activities."

"Where are you right now?" Temi asked, "I'm at the airport. I was supposed to pick up Papa Micheal, one of the founding fathers, but Pastor Adeniyi just dropped a bombshell on me-he just landed in Nigeria."

Temi gasped, her eyes widening. "For real? You must be swamped then! What time do you plan to arrive for the proposal tonight?"

"Probably around six, give or take," He replied, sounding distracted.

Temi quickly interjected, "Change of plans! The proposal is now starting at eight. You don't need to come early. We have to fix a few things at the new venue, you know how it is."

"All hands on deck, then," Gbadamosi said, his brow furrowing slightly as he processed the information. "The earlier I come, the more hands you'll have."

"There's no need for that. Have you packed your bags for the honeymoon yet?" She asked, trying to keep him from coming early.

His expression shifted, a look of confusion and suspicion crossing his face. "You know I would have already packed my bags. What's happening between six and eight? Are you guys planning a surprise?"

Temi rolled her eyes dramatically, a playful smile on her lips. "Dang it! Gbadamosi, you're like a witch with how you can see through everything!"

"You think you can pull off a surprise and I won't know?"

"It's a wedding shower," She confessed, unable to contain her excitement. "It's impromptu though."

Gbadamosi let out a hearty laugh, shaking his head. "You were going to mask it with Manny's proposal? That's bold!" "Yes! Can you just act surprised when it happens?" She pleaded, her laughter infectious.

"That would just make me look foolish," He replied, still chuckling.

"Whatever! At least I tried." She said, her laughter ringing through. "I have to go now; things to do!" Gbadamosi concluded and ended the call.

Temi turned to her mother, with a defeated look, "See? I told you it would be hard to fool him!"

Her mother chuckled, shaking the dice in the container then she tossed the container onto the surface of the table, the dice spilling out and clattering against the board.

Manny absentmindedly stomped his feet, lost in thought, as he browsed through the colorful arrangements in the flower shop. A cheerful shop assistant, a young woman with bright black weavon and a warm smile, stood by him.

He touched a white rose, imagining how the bouquet would look in Hilary's hands. He pulled out his phone and dialed Zoe's number. The sound of ringing filled the air, mingling with the soft music playing in the background.

"Hey, Zo," He said when she picked up.

"Good afternoon to me, Boss' future husband!" Zoe replied, her voice teasing. Manny felt a blush creep up his cheeks as he absentmindedly ran his fingers over the petals of a nearby flower.

"There's a slight change in the plan," He said, trying to keep his tone serious. "We'll be having a wedding shower before the proposal."

Zoe gasped audibly. "Boss' twinnie' shower? I didn't know there was any bridal shower in the plan!"

"It's impromptu," Manny explained, glancing at the assistant as she carefully arranged the flowers.

"Wahala," Zoe said, her tone playful. "This is going to be interesting." She added.

"Hilary is planning the shower too," Manny added.

"Looks like it will be raining back-to-back surprises! What do you want me to be? Have I told you that I have a knack for acting? I can play the fake bride," She suggested, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm.

"Your mind is wild and creative," Manny chuckled, shaking his head in amusement.

"I know," She replied confidently. "But we need help. The baker and the chef for the night need some extra hands." He explained.

"That's not the problem," She answered said. "If it was just the surprise proposal, we'd know she'd be surprised from the beginning. But with this shower, she's planning too. When she me and Uju there, she'll have questions as to why we're there, we're not really close to the bride. It's going to look suspicious. Aren't you seeing it?" Zoe laughed lightly.

"Okay, okay. So, what's the plan?"

"Call Hilary and insist she calls us personally to help us with the shower. If she doesn't want to, tell her you'll make the call," She suggested.

He thanked her and ended the call.

Just then, the assistant handed him a mixed bouquet, and he admired the delicate arrangement. "This is beautiful," He said, smiling at her.

"Thank you! I hope it's perfect for your occasion," She replied, "If it isn't, you can still explore."

Manny took a deep breath and called Hilary. "How's my sugar doing?" He asked, his voice warm and playful.

"Melting from your voice," She replied, and he chuckled.

"I just spoke to your mom a while ago and i chatted with Ossy. Your parents are spoiling my baby with love. It's so surreal. How are we going to bring him home with the surprise thing we're planning?"

"He can sleep over at Mommy's place," He suggested.

"He didn't even bring his pajamas. That means I'll have to quickly rush off to your parents' house before I go to the hotel tomorrow for the photo and video shoot. Or should I just carry my stuff and sleep over at Kilahi's house?"

"Kilahi said they're like a hundred in that house now," He answered and she laughed.

"Yeah... Brenda said the house is more stuffed than Noah's Ark," She joked, and they both shared a laugh.

"Concerning the wedding shower, Sharon needs helping hands since it's impromptu," Manny said, steering the conversation back to business.

Hilary creased her brow in thought. "Oh, um, Muyiwa's girlfriend, right? Why are we always giving her impromptu gigs?" She paused, contemplating. "Who can I call?" She added.

"Zoe and Uju," He suggested, feeling confident.

Hilary exhaled loudly. "I can't." "I have a feeling they'll say yes," He affirmed, and she laughed again.

"It's an errand out of our profession. I don't want to be the boss that uses his workers."

"I'll do if you don't."

Hilary pouts, "Okay fine. I'll give them a call," She said.

"Thank you," Manny replied, relief washing over him.

Kilahi stood in front of her mirror, adjusting the white top, smoothing down the fabric of her black palazzo trousers. She felt a blend of excitement and anxiety bubbling within her.

She had been expecting a bridal shower surprise from her friends, but they had been unusually quiet about it. When her mother-in-law, Mrs. George, called her over, coupled with Manny's surprise at the George's house, she decided to head out, curious about what the evening might hold.

After applying a glossy layer of lip gloss, she slipped on a brown short wig, adorning herself with a pair of earrings and a delicate wrist chain that glimmered in the light. The house was bustling with guests who had come in from Benue, making it hard for her to concentrate.

Just then, her grandmother, Aladi, walked in, a warm smile lighting up her face. "What's my beautiful granddaughter up to?" she asked, her eyes twinkling with affection.

Kilahi chuckled, "Just getting ready to head out. That stuff I told you we were planning and my mother-in-law invited me for a last-minute têtê-à-tête too after the proposal."

"Hasn't she had 'the talk' with you yet?" Grandma Aladi inquired, raising an eyebrow.

"We've spoken a couple of times, but I guess tonight's conversation will be different. Plus, i have a feeling it's about my first time. Everyone keeps talking about it-your first time this, your first time that. I hope you're mentally ready for it."

Grandma Aladi laughed heartily. "It's only natural, dear. They just want to ensure you don't have any awkward moments during your exploration."

"Exploration? That's a new term for me," Kilahi replied, giggling.

"We just want to make sure that fear doesn't hold you back from enjoying your marriage," Her Grandmother added, her tone serious yet supportive.

Kilahi took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. "I know, Grandma. I've thought about this a lot. My mind is open and expectant. God will take the glory after all. He created sex; there's no knowledge about it that He can't communicate to me or teach me overtime. I'm going to enjoy sex with my husband, no psychological stronghold will stop me."

Grandma Aladi beamed with pride. "Now you're talking! I can't believe what I'm hearing. Same Kilahi that won't even pronounce the world sex, now you're even repeating twice in a sentence. Ehen! Now i see a Kilahi who has grown from saying, 'No one should talk about sex around me; I don't want to have this conversation.'" She playfully imitated Kilahi's previous tone making her laugh.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and Sefa and Terdoo burst in, Sefa holding her phone up to record. "Less than 24 hours until you officially lose your last name!" She exclaimed, a wide grin on his face.

Kilahi turned to them, her smile brightening. "You're officially becoming a Yoruba woman," Terdoo teased, provoking a laugh from her.

"I'll be repping the Benue people!" She shot back playfully.

"Until you give birth and name your child Oluwatimileyin. Forget it, sis; you're automatically a Yoruba woman from tomorrow," Terdoo continued, "Let's not forget she'll start cooking Ewedu and Efo from now on." Sefa chipped in.

Kilahi laughed, shaking her head. "You two are not serious!" She replied, her smile unwavering. "I'll miss you guys."

Sefa dramatically covered his face. "You're not going to make me cry! I'm saving my tears for tomorrow," She replied, fighting back the emotion.

"Is that what you're wearing to meet your in-laws?" She asked, pointing at Kilahi's outfit.

Kilahi shrugged, "It's evening now. I think it's fine." "It's too simple! Are you sure you won't change?" Sefa pressed, his concern evident.

"I've packed all my clothes. I can't start unpacking now! It was Sewuese who had to sit on the luggage just so I could zip it up. The only reason I'd open that suitcase is if I forgot my wedding dress or veil in it. Since I haven't, this is what I'm wearing."

Sefa swallowed hard. "Didn't you say Brother Manny had plans for Aunty Hilary?"

"Yes, but I'm not the one he'll be kneeling for tonight," Kilahi replied, a teasing glint in her eye.

"It's too simple, and that top looks so light and inferior. Isn't that the one you wore to Jigawa? Or was it Adamawa?" Sefa continued, her tone half-serious.

Kilahi rolled her eyes, exasperated. "Don't stress me out! Are Mom and Dad back yet?" She asked, hoping to change the subject.

"They went to pick up Aunty Miriam and her family," Terdoo chimed in.

"Those two love night journeys! I've never seen a couple like them," Grandma Aladi complained, shaking her head.

"What about Sewuese? I don't understand her either," Grandma Aladi added, looking at Kilahi.

Kilahi smiled knowingly. "She's part of the surprise plan now," She replied, excitement bubbling in her voice.

As if on cue, Kilahi dashed off to the house, and Sefa quickly called Sewuese. "Aunty Kilahi just left," S
he said, urgency in his voice.

"Good! Everything is set for the surprise," Sewuese replied.

"Did you guys sew a bridal gown?" Sefa asked, his curiosity piqued.

"It was short notice. Why?" Sewuese responded, slightly confused.

"You know that white round-neck top Aunty Kilahi has? The one she wore during NYSC? That's what she's wearing with a black palazzo," Sefa explained.

"No now! You were supposed to make sure she dresses well! Didn't you talk to her?" Sewuese asked, a hint of frustration in her voice.

"I told her nicely! The old Sefa would have handled this differently, but I didn't want to make her feel awful," Sefa replied, trying to justify himself. "No wahala now; she'll meet us here."

The small, intimate Italian restaurant hummed with a gentle murmur of conversation, the clinking of silverware a soft percussion against the backdrop of low jazz. Professor Folorunsho, sat across from Aunty Abebi. He wore a carefully pressed blue shirt and tailored trousers, while she donned on a black gown.

He'd chosen this place, for its romantic ambiance, convinced it was the perfect setting for their next step. He'd been thinking about this moment all week, his mind replaying different scenarios of how things would unfold.

He reached across the small, linen-covered table, his hand hovering over hers before finally closing around her palm. "My children, Afolabi, kemi, Deji and Tiwa sends their regards, Abebi.
They can't wait to meet the woman that's making their father act like a young man.
I think... I think it's time you met them. Enough of this - this, hanky-panky," He chuckled self-consciously, his grip tightening slightly. "This back and forth. We've been seeing each other for...well, quite a while now. Let's just get serious." His eyes held what he thought was a mixture of earnestness and affection. He pulled back his hand and took in her hand carefully.

Her smile slowly faded and gently , she withdrew her hand. It was a practiced movement, a graceful retreat, and he felt a flicker of irritation; he disliked being out of control. Her gaze drifted to her purse, and she dipped her hand inside, her fingers fumbling only slightly before finding the small velvet box. The diamond ring, a symbol of his intention and his perceived generosity, glinted under the soft light as she pulled it from its hiding place. She pushed it towards him, the box scraping softly against the polished table surface, the small sound seeming loud in the sudden lull of their conversation. He stared at it, his eyes narrowing imperceptibly.

He dragged the box back towards himself, his brow furrowed. "What is this, Abebi?" he asked, his voice losing its previous warmth. He sounded like a lecturer addressing a particularly dense student.

"I'm sorry, Folorunsho," she said, her voice a low, clear melody that belied the turmoil brewing beneath. "I can't do this." She looked out at the dim light of the room, avoiding his gaze. "I can't marry you."

"Why?" he demanded, the single word laced with disbelief. He couldn't fathom this. He was, after all, Professor Folorunsho.

She took a deep breath, her fingers nervously tracing the rim of her wine glass. "How can I say this without sounding...cruel?" she paused, searching for the right word. "The truth is, Folorunsho, I'm in love with someone else. And no amount of wanting to, will make me love you the way I love him and I can't bring myself down to be with you, quite frankly." She looked at him finally, the compassion in her eyes a sharp contrast to her words. Even the man is not around. I loved him and he was there for me. I will not deny it or lie about it.

She sighed, the air heavy with the unspoken. "Professor Folorunsho," she continued, her voice gaining strength with each word, "You deserve respect and honesty. And the truth is, I find your...ideologies to be quite troubling. Your refusal to acknowledge the systemic issues that plague our society, your tendencies...it's all quite daunting."

Professor Folorunsho chuckled, "Define daunting? I'm a respected academic, a thought leader in my field..."

Aunty Abebi raised a hand, her palm facing him. "I'm not disputing your credentials, Professor," She said, her voice calm. " I am saying that your refusal to listen, to adapt, and to grow is a major turn-off. And I deserve better than someone who is so inflexible, so unwilling to consider alternative perspectives."

"Forgive me if you're shallow-minded."

Aunty Abebi scoffed, "Excuse you. " "You clearly don't want to see the truth for yourself. Life is more than running pro bono cases or fighting for the less privilege who will end up losing to the powerful anyways."

"I see you've heard about the case."

"I heard from the horse's parents mouth. I even told them I was close to you and I could talk you out of this."

She scoffed, "Out of supporting the innocent?" "That wasn't what I meant."

"I thought you said my pro bono cases were commendable? Were you pretending?"

"You're reading out of line."

She scoffee, "I wanted to be respectful. I really want to be. Professor Folorunsho, you're a narcissistic, egocentric, proud man with biased and inconsiderate ideologies. And I don't know which is worse, the fact that you're unwilling to bend, or that you think change is some silly illusion. You see the world in rigid categories - the poor and the rich, the powerful, the weak, the educated and the...well, the unwashed. You believe progress is a gift bestowed from the top down, instead of the collective effort of a society. It's people like you, with your unwavering belief in the superiority of your own perspective, who cause the very problems you lament. We have our politicians making things add like '2 + 2 = 5' so they can get votes from citizens over a penny paid for their vote. The bad government is as a result of bad governance and if you are not willing to accept that, you should just quit being a professor and travel to the moon or be an astronaut because you are way in over your head." She let out a long, trembling sigh. It felt like she'd been holding all of this in for so long.

Professor Folorunsho, for the first time that evening, seemed thrown off balance. His hand tightened on the ring box as he stared at her, his mind scrambling to process her words. He was used to deference, to respectful disagreement, not this... this outright condemnation. His face was purpled with rage, his eyes blazing with fury. Aunty Abebi, on the other hand, remained calm, her eyes never leaving his.

Finally, Professor Folorunsho seemed to regain control of himself. He took a deep breath, his chest heaving with emotion.

"You're being delusional you know, there's always going to be the poor, the rich, the struggling, the ones who will be used, political Godfather, political thugs. These are things that have been put in place my the universe. It has been from time past and it won't stop because you want it to. The new Nigeria you guys want is a delusion, a mere facade, mere wishful thinking! Even from the time of Abraham, he had servants, if everyone was meant to be equal, then why is God not equal with angels or why do you Abebi Salami have more rank than other lawyers? Everyone worked to be where they are, through corruption or not. The end justifies the means." He answered, "I... I still think you should read my book," He stammered, his voice almost pleading. He couldn't quite grasp that she was rejecting him, not just his proposal, but everything he stood for.

A half smile touched Aunty Abebi's lips. She stood up, putting on her purse. "Good night, Professor. Have a nice life. I wish you someone... someone stupid enough to look past your pompous, sexist side and be a wife to you, because it certainly won't be me. I'm not her." She turned and walked away.

Ray walked through the hall, making his usual rounds, making his way down to his station, when a hand, surprisingly strong, snaked out and yanked him into a nearby room. The suddenness stole his breath. He gasped, his heart leaping into his throat, only to find himself face-to-face with Nurse Perpetual

"Nurse Pepper, na even you." He managed, the relief immediately tinged with apprehension. "Who you think say e be before? Fear fear!" She chuckled and tilted her head, her eyes, which was usually hidden behind a facade of professional detachment, now gleamed with predatory amusement. "You know, initially when you came, I being dey suspect you if foul things but then, you come dey act like mumu. The mumu act no just make me know say you na fine man oh." She delivered the words with a slow, deliberate drawl, her gaze lingering on his face, making him feel like he was being dissected under a microscope.

Her gaze made him want to wriggle back but her body was blocking him. Her hands were moving slowly up and down her waist, her expression playful but Ray couldn't ignore the hunger that seemed to lurk beneath the surface. She looked at him as though he was succulent meal, and she was ready to devour him whole. Her eyes followed his movement, and she didn't hesitate to change position to match his movement.

"Nurse Pepper, wetin be this?" Ray asked, his voice a little higher than he intended, a tremor of panic starting to creep in.

She took a step closer, the space between them shrinking dramatically, "I want collect." She purred, her voice dripping with seduction. As she ran her finger across his arm.

"Collect wetin?" Ray's hand was already on his head, scratching away at the scalp, hoping that if he kept moving, he could think of how to get away. He was moving away again but she blocked him.

"You want make I tell Buchi make him change arrangement?" She countered, the threat veiled beneath the innocent question.

Ray's eyes widened. The thought of Buchi changing arrangements for the morrow's journey would be a nightmare. "Haba, no now!" He pleaded, scratching his head again, hoping to appear as unassuming as possible.

She smiled then, a slow, wicked curve of her lips that did not meet her eyes. "Ehen, it's pay back time," She announced, her tone playful yet with a sinister undertone. She lifted her arms and wrapped them around his torso, her touch surprisingly strong, sending an unsettling ripple of sensation through him.

Ray felt his muscles tense, the sudden physical contact making his skin crawl. He could imagine the countless babies these hands had ushered into the world, the blood they had been stained with. He tried to not think about it, but he could picture the lives on her hands, the countless moments of life and death she had witnessed, the potential for both in her grasp.

His mind raced, "See, them station me for busha side. I no want make boss vex." He needed a plausible excuse, something he could cling to, to get away from this woman and the unsettling desire that danced in her eyes.

Her head tilted again, her dark eyes fixed on him, "How many minute we want take? We'll do it quickly and..." He could see the burning desire in her eyes.

"That's how fast e go take for Buchi to kill me," He interjected, cutting her off, the genuine fear lending an edge to his words. "See, as much as your offer dey tempting, I go like go my station to preserve my life. Thank you for the help." He tried his best to sound polite and even apologetic, hoping to soften the blow of his rejection.

Nurse Perpetual pouted, her lower lip pushing out in a childish expression. She hissed watching him leave. A sharp, frustrated exhale was followed by her teeth sinking into her finger, the act a clear indication of her disappointment. She was genuinely pained, thwarted in her desire.

Kilahi stepped through the gate, her heart racing with excitement. The aroma of suya wafted through the air then she spotted Zoe, Sharon, and Tanimola gathered around the grill, deep in conversation, the sizzling sound of meat cooking adding to the lively atmosphere.

"Hey, guys!" Kilahi called out, her smile wide and infectious as she approached them. "Awn, Sharon, you're here!" She exclaimed, wrapping her arms around her in a warm embrace. "Have not forgotten how you saved me last week. Thank you." She moved over to Zoe, "Zoe, ah han! You both are here to surprise Hilary? This is so sweet!" She beamed at them, her eyes sparkling with joy. When she reached Tanimola, she paused, a playful frown crossing her face.

"Please remind me of your name again," She said, tilting her head slightly.

"Tanimola," He replied, a hint of shyness in his voice. Kilahi smiled warmly at him. "How are you? I hope you're coming tomorrow?" She asked, "I know you don't know me and all but you're family and I'll like to see you."

"I am coming." He confirmed, his expression brightening.

"Thank you. I've noticed you're quite the introvert, right? I am too," Kilahi continued, then she whispered, "But I'm sure Zoe here will make you talk. She's a chatterbox!"

"You can say that again," Hechuckled, glancing at Zoe, who placed a hand on her chest, feigning hurt.

"Let me not say what I want to say, tomorrow is your wedding," Zoe teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Please, say it!" Kilahi laughed, her gaze drifting to the grill where skewers of suya were sizzling, the spicy aroma making her mouth water. "Honestly, I don't know which I'm more excited for-the suya or the proposal! Where's Hilary?" She whispered again.

"She's not here yet," Zoe replied, her eyes darting around as if to ensure they were still safe from discovery.

"Good! You guys should act normal; don't give the surprise away, oh!" Kilahi urged, her voice laced with playful seriousness.

"We're good actors," Sharon chimed in, a grin spreading across her face. Kilahi chuckled, her heart swelling with anticipation.

Just then, she spotted Sewuese approaching, so she hurried her footsteps toward her, unable to contain her excitement. She heard the others laugh behind but she didn't pay attention.

"Iyawo, iyawo! Welcome!" Sewuese whispered, her eyes twinkling with delight.

Kilahi raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "Have you guys called Hilary to see where she is?" she asked as they strolled toward the front porch. "See where she is?" "Sorry." Kilahi slapped her face, "To know where she is jare." She corrected herself.

"Yes, she said she's on her way," Sewuese replied, glancing around as if to ensure no one was eavesdropping. "Do you think she suspects anything?" Kilahi asked,
"No way! She was even wondering why we would set up a meeting here at your in-laws' house," Sewuese answered.

"Toor! That's exactly what I thought when I heard they changed the venue. I still don't understand why Manny switched it up, but anyway, our surprise is still gonna to hold. I can't wait to see the look on her face when-"

As she stepped into the house, a loud chorus of voices erupted, "Surprise!!"

Kilahi stumbled back, her hand instinctively clutching her chest as she exhaled sharply. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she took in the sight of her friends-both male and female-gathered in the living room, including Temi and her friends from her bridal shower, Ugo and Shalewa. "Oh my..." She gasped, her heart swelling with joy as the lights flickered on, revealing a beautifully decorated space filled with balloons and a stunning cake. She glanced at Sewuese who instantly embraced her, "Congratulations Sis."

"Thank you." Kilahi answered looking around then she thought of Sharon, Zoe and Tanimola and how they must have known! No wonder they were laughing. These guys will not make heaven!

Gbadamosi approached her, laughter dancing in his eyes. "You were in on this?" She asked, her voice a mix of surprise and delight.

He chuckled, "I wasn't supposed to be. I was meant to be surprised, but there's no way you can pull off a surprise without me figuring it out. I had to get in on it."

Kilahi giggled, playfully pointing at him. "You have pride!" "I know," He replied, taking her fingers in his. "I love your nails." He complimented.

She blushed, glancing down at her hands. "It was supposed to be a surprise for tomorrow, I planned on hiding it till tomorrow. Toor, thank you."

"You're glowing," He complimented, and she rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at her lips. "I'm not even dressed for a bridal shower. No wonder Sefa asked me to change."

"Fine girl," He said, and she giggled again, feeling a warmth spread through her.

"Look at me thinking I was here to surprise someone, and I didn't know I would be the one surprised. Your parents aren't even here," She whispered, glancing around.

"Won't it hold again?" She whispered and he gave a knowing smile, "They're around?" She asked then Brenda suddenly appeared between them, a playful smirk on her face. "You two can save this energy for tomorrow when you're in the other room," She teased, and laughter erupted around them.

"Good evening, people of God! We are here to witness the pre-Holy matrimony of Kilahi Agbo and Gbadamosi George," Brenda announced, pausing to take in the surprised look on Gbadamosi's face.

In her British accent, she pronounced his name correctly for the first time, and he raised an eyebrow in mock disbelief.

"Yes! I've been rehearsing that," She chipped in, her voice filled with pride. "I'm your beautiful host for tonight, and my handsome co-host is..." She gestured toward Manny, who stood beside her.

"The name is Manny Coker," He replied, a charming smile on his face.

Sewuese stepped forward, placing a "Bride-to-Be" sash over Kilahi, "You sef, look at what you're wearing. Why didn't you use my wig? You went to use this your synthetic wig." She whispered , "Is it bad?" "This your black palazzo has suffered." Sewuese muttered laughing to lighten the mood and Kilahi chuckled softly.

Sam draped a "Groom-to-Be" sash on Gbadamosi. They both beamed with pride as they ushered the couple to the center of the room where they sat on a soft chair.

Manny continued, "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the side dish! We'll all be attending the main event tomorrow! Tomorrow, Gbadamosi and Kilahi will be exchanging vows. But today, we're having a sneak peek into their love story. As Brenda so eloquently put it, today's event is like a 'Pre-Holy Matrimony' show."

Brenda chimed in, "Hey, someone's got to keep it real! Marriage is beautiful, but it's not all holy all the time. Can I get an Amen?" Laughter erupted in response.

Amen!

"We're not promising that everything done today will be completely holy..." She ateased, watching Gbadamosi gasp in mock horror. "But we'll try our best," She added quickly, and Kilahi chuckled.

The first activity was sharing stories about how the couple met, followed by exploring everyone's thoughts on their personalities.

Hilary stood up, a warm smile on her face. "If I'm to talk about Kilahi and Papa, we might not leave here, and I know the bride needs her beauty sleep. So I'll summarize. A true friend is one who leaves a positive impact on your life through their lifestyle or advice, and that's Kilahi, y'all. My life changed after I crossed paths with Word Foundation Church. I was depressed and felt defeated by the devil, but God brought these two amazing gifts into my life. He parcelled them up and handed them to me, saying, 'Hilary, that's your early birthday gift.' I've never been more grateful to have Papa in my life to dish out those encouraging words. He's one of the instrument God used to shapen and sharpen me. He always has the right word for every moment. And to my twinnie, my support sister from another mother. God bless the day I met you my love, and I pray this union brings you joy. As you two do life together, may you establish heaven on earth."

"Amen!" The guest echoed, and Kilahi felt tears welling in her eyes, her heart fluttering with appreciation.

Damilola, one of Temi's friends, stepped forward. "Please, I'm not really that close with the bride, but may I say something?" She requested, and Brenda nodded in agreement.

"Okay, so I met Kilahi during Temi's wedding. After I heard Pastor G proposed to Kilahi, I was low key excited and I remember telling Temi, call me for support and when the material gets ready and also the bridal shower, I'll love to attend and just show her support. When Temi told me about this impromptu bridal shower, I had to come. It's something I wouldn't do for just anyone, but Kilahi isn't just anyone. The first day I saw her, she was humility personified. I even thought she was pretending! And when I found out that she hadn't been mined before, whoa! I was shook. Imagine a 26-year, old mine that has not been tapped or explored."

Kilahi chuckled through her tears, feeling a mix of embarrassment and pride. "I've seen the awful virgins, the ones that even those who have explored are better than. You get? But you're not one of them. You're a good person, and I just want to say this to you and Pastor G: Sir, Kilahi is a diamond, and you've found it. I pray that God beautifies your marriage, helps you bring out her beauty, and gives you grace to mine and explore her well and put her out to the world so they can see the value in her."

Chuckles erupted, and the crowd echoed a loud, "Amen!!"

Kilahi slapped her face, feeling flushed. She and Gbadamosi shared a glance, both chuckling at the unexpected praise.

Brenda smiled, "The tension is boiling; the couple is blushing!" She announced, "When I was in the world, I always thought bridal showers were better with strippers. This has been quite emotional. Before the next person makes me cry, let's move on to the next activity." She turned toward Manny.

Manny picked up where she left off, "So we'll be asking the couples a couple of questions, and if they can't answer, there's a bowl of water for you to dunk your head into."

Kilahi gasped, staring at the bowl of water. She wondered how it got there!

Gbadamosi laughed, leaning closer to Kilahi. "I have a bad feeling about this."

"Do we have a choice?" She asked, her eyes wide.

Gbadamosi cleared his throat, "I love a good challenge. Let's do this."

Manny grinned, "Here's the first. What part of Kilahi do you find the most attractive?"

Gbadamosi shrugged, a playful smile on his face. "Easy, her humor and her maturity in general."

"We're not talking about parts you can't see," Manny reiterated, raising an eyebrow. "We mean what part of her body do you find attractive?"

He laughed, trying to keep a straight face despite the teasing atmosphere. "I'll pass." "You can't pass without answering the question. The water!" Manny insisted, pointing to the bowl.

With a dramatic sigh, Gbadamosi finally relented. "Her beautiful face and her legs."

The crowd cooed in response, and Brenda chimed in, "You guys are carnal; give your life to Christ!"

"Na so!" Muyiwa yelled, eliciting more laughter.

"And you, Kilahi?" Manny asked, turning the spotlight on her.

Kilahi bit her lip, glancing at Gbadamosi, who was watching her intently. "Why are you looking at me like the answer is on my face?" He teased and she giggled.

"Maybe because it is," She whispered back, a playful grin on her lips.

Brenda cleared her throat, her voice teasingly impatient. "We're waiting!"

Kilahi smiled, "I've never said this to him but one part I find attractive in him, is that part that speaks so much wisdom. The part God uses the most to communicate his instructions, may God give you guys wisdom to understand." She answered, her cheeks warming slightly then everyone broke into laughter clapping their hands.

"Someone finds our Pastor's lips attractive." Brenda teased, "Abi." Manny chipped in.

Gbadamosi gives Kilahi a 'Really?' look then he winked at her. His looks were teasing, his expression seemed like he had questions so she looked away.

"Avoid me." She muttered and they both chuckled. "Second question," Brenda asked reading off a note.

"This one is from someone here. Have you two ever fantasize on kissing each other?" She asked and they both laughed.

Kilahi cleared her throat, glancing at Gbadamosi as if seeking permission to respond.

"Honestly, I'm not going to give the answer you're all expecting," she said with a smile. "Have I ever fantasized about kissing Gbadamosi? Of course, I have."

The room erupted in cheers and laughter.

"I'd be lying if I said I hadn't," She continued. "There was even a time when I confessed it to him. But here's the thing: there's a fine line between having natural thoughts and feelings, and acting on them. What makes us spiritually mature is our ability to manage those thoughts and feelings, rather than letting them control us."

Her voice took on a thoughtful tone. "To think about kissing Gbadamosi is just a natural human impulse. But my ability to choose not to act on that impulse is what makes our relationship stronger and more meaningful. It's what makes tomorrow, and every day after that, worth looking forward to."

"Preach it!" Gbadamosi chipped and everyone clapped. He smiled, raising his hands in the air. As he stood up, the crowd erupted in cheers. "I'm amazed by all this excitement over the kissing question! I hope you're just as thrilled about the idea of rapture!" he said, and everyone burst into laughter.

"Now, to add to that, I know some of you might be thinking, 'This is a couple's shower, not a sermon!' But hey, there's no specific day for sharing the gospel, so..." He continued, and the audience playfully booed in response.
"I want to shake things up a bit, just like my beloved first lady mentioned earlier..." He paused, and the audience erupted in more cheers.

"This is something I always say to those who really know me. For those curious about my thoughts on the question, have I fantasized about kissing my fiancee? I didn't for a long time, until these semi-finals, I even dreamt about it last night, so just relax." He paused and everyone laughed.

"I'm a very open person. We need to train our minds to resist temptation, and one way to do that is to steer clear of kissing. I know some of you might roll your eyes at that, but hear me out. If your biggest weakness is what comes out of your mouth-if your words tend to complicate things for others-maybe it's time to control what comes into your mouth,"
The men present snapped their hands, "Hm, what comes into your mouth!" Some echoed.

"Consecrate your mouth! I deny myself now because I know that in due time, I'll kiss to my heart's content. After tomorrow, the lip is not going anywhere." He pointed at Kilahi causing everyone to laugh.

"Not every moment has to be about kissing! Sometimes, it's wise to hold back!" He laughed, and the crowd responded with cheers and applause.

After the couples cut the cake, there was a brief moment of intense prayer for the couples. Brenda ended it, with a mischievous glint in her eye, whole she called for everyone's attention. "Alright, everyone! There's one last game before we wrap up the evening. Hilary, darling, could you come here for a moment? We need a volunteer!"

Hilary approached with a nervous smile, her brow slightly furrowed. "Why me?" She asked, her lips forming a playful pout as she sidled up to Manny.

"Don't worry, I promise you, no one will be asking you to speak or spell in Yoruba," He teased, and she playfully slapped his chest, eliciting a hearty laugh from him.

"Alright, it's on! Let's do this!" Hilary exclaimed, her excitement infectious as the guest erupted into applause.

Sewuese stepped forward, holding a piece of black cloth. "Time for the blindfold!" She announced, gently placing it over Hilary's eyes. Hilary giggled, "Wait, what kind of game is this? I'm curious!"

Manny, stepping back, caught sight of Ossy holding on to the flower and his parents, also Mr. and Mrs. George, Aunty Toyin approaching with warm smiles. An in-house videography was already on standby.

"What are the instructions? What am I supposed to do?" Hilary asked in curiousity. Brenda exchanged a glance with Kilahi, silently asking for guidance, "What should I say?" She mouthed,

Kilahi leaned in and whispered, "Toor, I have no idea. Just sing or something!"

Brenda shot her a playful glare, trying to suppress her laughter then she continued, ready to go with the flow.

"The game is called 'Surprises.' You know it takes two to tango, right? Well, it takes two to complete this game. We'll find a suitable partner who will ask you a question, and you'll have to give the right response. No pressure at all!"

Hilary laughed, her nerves easing. "Okay, no pressure my blood pressure is rising already." She joked and everyone laughed.

"I'm ready oh! Bring it on!"

The guests, some of whom were still puzzled by the unfolding events, exchanged glances. They were curious about the presence of the older people and a young boy at the wedding shower. Suddenly, Manny dropped to one knee, pulling out a ring, and the realization hit everyone like a wave of excitement as they all screamed.

Hilary, still blindfolded, felt the energy shift. "What's going on? You guys are making me miss the excitement! Oo ooh!" she complained, playfully stomping her feet.

"Amebo!" Kilahi teased, and Hilary laughed, "The amebo spirit in me is disturbed! How can I be missing so much?"

As Sewuese began to untie the blindfold, Hilary squinted, "Is the game over? I haven't been asked any question." When the cloth fell away, she gasped in surprise, her eyes widening at the sight of Manny, ring in hand, with Ossy standing beside him.

She had thought Ossy was with Manny's parents all along. Her gaze shifted to Manny's parents, who were watching her with eager anticipation. Then, she looked around at the crowd, laughter bubbling up inside her.

"Really, guys??" She muttered, her eyes darting to Kilahi, who blew her kisses in encouragement. Her gaze returned to Manny, tears of joy glistened in her eyes.

"My love," Manny began, his voice steady yet filled with emotion, "I know you're focused on building your life, and I respect your desire to take things slow. But I must confess, I'm impatient to spend forever with you. Patience is indeed a virtue of love, but my love for you knows no bounds. You are the missing piece that makes me whole, the one who brightens every day, and the safe haven where I can always find peace. You are the woman of my dreams, and I long to call you my wife. And let's not forget our little Ossy, who has stolen my heart in ways I never thought possible. I yearn to make him legally mine, to give him my name, and to promise him a lifetime of love and protection. I'm ready to be your rock, your partner, and your forever love. If you'll say yes, will you marry this man?" He looked at Ossy, who clasped his hands together in a plea, "Pleaseeeeee Mommy?"

"Please oh! Say yes to my nephew " Aunty Toyin added and Hilary busted into laughter.

"This is quite exciting! Yes, I'll marry you!" Hilary exclaimed, her voice filled with joy as the crowd erupted into cheers and applause. "You want to say no before!" Aunty Toyin snapped playfully and Hilary laughed watching Manny slip the ring onto her finger, his hands trembling with happiness.
He rose and Ossy handed the flower to his mother. Hilary embraced her son then she brought it close to her nose, "I love it." She complimented enveloping him in a warm embrace. "Thank you," He whispered, leaning in closer to kiss her. "Wait, what about Pastor Gbadamosi, his parents, and yours and Ossy." She asked, a playful glint in her eye and he gave a frustrating sigh.

"Now, Mr. Steve or Steven can finally take his eyes off you," He added, a hint of jealousy lacing his tone.

Hilary chuckled, finding his jealousy endearing. "You were jealous, weren't you?" "Of course! You're a fine woman, and people are going to try their luck. But at least when they see the ring, they'll think twice," He said, a smirk playing on his lips.

Hilary laughed, the thrill of the moment making her heart race. Just then, her future in laws approached her and other people walked up to her congratulate her.

Kilahi approached her taking photos of her with her phone. "Congratulations, Twinnie!" She exclaimed, "You? You knew about this surprise?" Hilary asked and Kilahi wrapped her arms around Hilary.

Kilahi laughed, "This was the only surprise I knew about for the evening! But they changed the venue, and then you guys surprised me with this! Guess who's surprised now? You!" She answered.

"Congratulations, Twinnie," She added, pulling her into another embrace.

Kilahi stepped into her room, the door creaking softly behind her as Sewuese and Brenda followed closely. She turned to face them, her brow furrowed in confusion at the stern expressions etched on their faces. "What is it?" She asked, her voice laced with curiosity.

Sewuese took a deep breath, her eyes narrowing slightly. "First off," She began, pausing for emphasis, "I want to apologize for the way I spoke about your outfit. I didn't mean to come off as harsh, but really, Kilahi! You're getting married tomorrow. All of this must stop."

"What do you mean?" Kilahi replied, her confusion deepening.

Sewuese gestured toward Kilahi's attire. "You'll have plenty of clothes, yet you keep wearing weird clothes , that brown top and your black palazzo. It's free, I get it, but come on! You're about to become Mrs. Gbadamosi George!"

Kilahi crossed her arms defensively. "I already packed my stuff in the luggage. You helped me close it." "What happened to my own clothes? You could have worn it. You could have picked any other outfit. Why this one?" Sewuese stomped her foot in frustration.

Kilahi felt tears building, she wanted to talk but she couldn't find the words to say. "I didn't know it was that bad."

"I was like of all days, my sister had to wear her NYSC uniform. Kilahi, it's like you don't understand the significance of tomorrow! You can't just throw on whatever is lying around. You can't be caught unfresh. You have an incredible talent for sewing! Look at your dress carefully and ask yourself: 'Can I wear this to church on a Sunday service?' If the answer is no, then change it!"

Brenda, sensing the tension, interjected gently, "Sewuese, please calm down. Kilahi might break down if you keep this up." Tears began to trickle down Kilahi's cheeks as she wiped her eyes, feeling overwhelmed. "Toor, How was I supposed to know you guys were planning a wedding shower?" she sniffled.

Brenda softened her tone, realizing the impact of Sewuese's words. "Kilahi, that's not the point. I've seen you in some stunning dresses. Remember Temi's wedding? I wanted you to sew something for me because I thought you had such a flair for fashion. When you're going out for events, you look amazing! But when it's just us or a quick trip to the supermarket, you choose the most... let's just say, unflattering outfits."

Kilahi's eyes widened in disbelief. "You two had to wait until my wedding eve to tell me this?"

Sewuese sighed, her frustration bubbling beneath the surface. "How many times have I told you? What's always your response? 'Let me be comfortable, leave me in my comfort zone.' I even overheard a lady at the party saying, 'What is this one wearing?' I almost slapped her, but honestly, she wasn't wrong."

Kilahi exhaled deeply, her shoulders slumping. "What should I do? Burn all the clothes in my bag like I did with my old panties?"

"No, no!" Sewuese exclaimed, shaking her head. Aunty Mabel walked in, "What's going on? I heard you guys shout..." She trailed off seeing Kilahi in tears, "Why is Kilahi crying?"

"We're just talking to her."

"Talking? What kind of conversation will make her cry?";

"Mummy, I'm fine. We're just talking." Kilahi answered and Aunty Mabel arced her brow in disbelief, "If you say but you guys should take it easy. It's not good for a bride to cry a night before her wedding." She advice leaving the room.

Sewuese glanced at Kilahi, "You have some lovely clothes. Just be selective. I know you love your comfort, but you can look good and be comfortable at the same time."

Brenda chimed in, "Or at least look like you're going out! You're marrying Gbadamosi George, for goodness' sake! You're going to be the Mama of Word Foundation Chapel."

"Church," Kilahi corrected, a hint of a smile breaking through her tears.

"Right, church," Brenda acknowledged, nodding. "Simplicity is great, but you can't afford to look peasant-like."

"Ouch," Kilahi replied, feigning offense but unable to suppress a smile.

Sewuese leaned closer, wiping away Kilahi's tears with a gentle touch. "You're beautiful, regardless of what you wear. Just promise us you'll look good, okay?"

Kilahi let out a shaky laugh, the tension in the room beginning to dissipate. "I didn't mean to make you cry," Sewuese added softly, wrapping her arms around Kilahi.

Kilahi sank onto the bed, and Sewuese joined her, "When you said you burnt your panties, you didn't burn your panties, you burned your diapers-two very different things," Sewuese joked, eliciting a genuine laugh from Kilahi.

Brenda, unable to resist the moment, joined in the embrace, and the three of them shared a warm, comforting hug. "So Kilahi, when you said you've imagined kissing Gbadamosi..." Brenda pulled away, "Was it a normal kiss or a French kiss?"

Kilahi laughed, "What's French kiss? If there's French kiss there have to be Spanish or German kiss right?" She asked laughing so hard only to meet Sewuese and Brenda's gaze.

"Wait, is it a thing?"

Brenda laughed, "God I've never seen anyone so naive in my life. You have a lot to learn."

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