Torn


He missed his family. His wife, his two sons and his baby girl. Not being able to see them in the last five years had felt like hell. It still felt like hell. He missed his wife so much. Marrying her was the best decision of his life. She was everything he needed her to be. Everything he needed and then some. He missed her cooking. Damn, she could cook. If the way to a man’s heart was through his stomach then his heart was in Grace’s right hand.

He missed his sons, David and Daniel. The last time he saw them, David was 11 and Daniel was 9. Now they were almost men. He missed his baby girl, Rachael. The last time he saw her she was 7 months old. Now she would be walking and talking. He had missed so much of her life. Tears trickled down his cheeks as he clutched the picture from five years ago when Rachael was born.

His only mistake, was being a good Samaritan in the wrong place and at the wrong time. He still remembered her face. How could he forget. He dreamt about her every other night. He had tried to save her life. That was his mistake.
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The gate of his cell opened. It was time. Two guards came for him. One of them cuffed him and they led him down the hall. The other inmates yelled. Hurling insults at the guards and cheering him on. He smiled sadly. As sickening as it was, he was going to miss this place. He had made friends and it had even broken his heart when his cellmate died.

This felt like the longest walk of his life.

They finally got to a room. As he entered he saw some familiar faces. The Director of Public Prosecutions, the man that had put him there; The Public Defender, the man that had done a shabby job at defending him. He couldn’t blame him. His salary didn’t require more than a shabby job. Thinking about it, it required less; The Sergeant who had testified against him; the Prison Warden and a Priest. How awesome. He was surrounded by his “loved ones”. The Priest asked him to close his eyes for the last prayer.

He closed his eyes as the memory of that night played itself again:

His car had refused to start that morning. He was already running late. Grace had to use her’s to drop the boys off at school. He opted to take a bus. He hurriedly kissed everyone goodbye and dashed out of the house. He made it to work in time and had a pretty long day. Work closed far later than usual.

He went to the staff car park thinking he had parked his car there in the morning. He remembered he hadn’t. He had to take a bus back but the thing was getting a bus to work from home was easier than getting one back. He had to walk.

It was dark. Sometime around 11pm. He knew some shortcuts and decided to take them. As he turned into a small street, he saw a man walk hurriedly in the opposite direction. He saw his face. He could see the fat scar across his right cheek as the dim street light shone on his face. His eyes were ice cold. On any other day, the look the man gave him would have scared him but it didn’t, he just wanted to get home. As he walked on, he saw something covered on the ground.

It looked like a person.

It was breathing. They were slow, ragged breaths but it was breathing. He moved closer. He removed the covering. It was a girl. She had been stabbed all over and badly beaten. There was blood everywhere. It crossed his mind to walk away, very fast. Then he thought, this was a human being. What if it was Grace that was lying on the ground and a stranger decided to walk away instead of helping her? He had to help her. He couldn’t just walk away. He lightly tapped her shoulder but she didn’t move. He put his fingers on the side of her neck to feel her pulse. It had stopped. He could’ve sworn that she was breathing seconds ago.

He had to do something.

He placed his left palm on her chest and place his right palm over it and counted to three then he pressed hard. He repeated this three times and gave her CPR but nothing happened. He tried three more times and gave her CPR again and then felt her pulse. It was beating again but it was slow. He heaved a sigh of relief. She was alive. He remembered that there was a hospital three streets away. The least he could do was drop her off there. He wanted to call Grace to let her know what was going on & where he was so that she wouldn’t be worried. His hands were covered in blood so he reached for his handkerchief in his pocket and used it to remove his phone from his bag.

Just as he was about dialing her number lights shone on his face and someone yelled “Hey!” He squinted as the light affected his vision but he made out two figures, most likely men.

Good evening.” He said. “This girl needs help. We need to get her to a hospital.”

They were two men holding torch lights. The directed the lights the floor where he was kneeling and saw the girl.

“Drop the phone!” The first man yelled.

“Wetin be dis?”

“Aaah!” The second man yelled. “O ti payan!”

Jonathan was ibo but he understood a little yoruba and he could understand what the second man had just said. “No! I didn’t kill anybody. She’s not even dead. She needs help. We need to get her to the hospital on Banijo Crescent now!”

“Gbe nu e soun!” The first man retorted.

“You think say we no sabi see! See as blood full your hand and your body, you come dey talk hospital.”

Jonathan was stunned. This couldn’t be happening. If this continued, this girl would die. “Look, she needs help! We have to get her to a hospital!”

Something caught the second man’s eye. He shone his torch on the ground beside where Jonathan was kneeling. It was a knife. There was blood on it. “Aha! Afeez see wetin him use!” He said, drawing the other man’s attention to the knife.

“Aaaah!” Afeez yelled. “Wo Mr man, you are finished today.” He turned to his friend, “Sule call Rafiu and Yusuf make them dey come now now.” Sule brought out his phone and did as he was instructed.

Jonathan was shocked. “Who the hell are you people? Who are Rafiu and Yusuf? There’s a girl here who’s life is hanging in the balance and you’re calling your friends?! Does this look like a show?”

“Shut up your mouth!” Afeez said. “Na who talk say you fit talk? Na we be the vigilante for this area. We dey patrol for here every night. E don tey wey we catch person. Your own don baje today.”

Jonathan couldn’t believe his ears. In minutes he had been pinned to the ground by Afeez and Sule. Rafiu and Yusuf arrived in a pick-up truck. When they came out, he noticed a scar on Yusuf’s face. He remembered the face of the man that had passed by him when he had turned into this street. It was Yusuf! He struggled to free himself for Afeez and Sule but he couldn’t. They dragged him up and he watched Rafiu wrap the girl’s body in a cloth. He then carried her and dropped her at the back of the truck. Then Yusuf walked up to him and all he could remember was his fist meeting his head before everything went black.

Things happened so fast. The vigilantes handed him over to the police the next day. He was tortured and interrogated. He was told that the girl had died and all evidence pointed to him. He denied ever knowing the girl or stabbing her and insisted that all he did was find a badly injured girl on the road and try to help her. The officers who interrogated him refused to accept this. In months, his trial began and he was charged with the murder of Bisola Abdul.

He found out her name on the day of his trial.

All this time, Grace had been coming to see him during his detention as he was denied bail. She couldn’t believe what was happening. She was running out of excuses to give to the boys when they asked why Daddy wasn’t home yet. Rachael couldn’t speak as she was only a baby but she could tell that she missed her father. Grace was confused and heart-broken. Her visits were usually cut short by the prison wardens but he could tell that a part of her was angry with him for stopping to help that girl. She might not say it but he knew. If only he had walked past the body he wouldn’t be were he was today. He was angry at himself. It all turned out to be worthless as the girl had eventually died. He was here and Yusuf was out there enjoying his life. He didn’t deserve this.
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His trial was horrible. Grace had stopped coming to see him. She said she couldn’t do it to herself and to their family. He couldn’t appoint a lawyer because he couldn’t reach Grace and there was no one he could call. He had been completely cut off by everybody when the news came out that he had been arrested in connection to a murder. He wasn’t surprised as he usually kept to himself. Besides his family, the only friend he had was his elder brother but he had died a year ago having lost a long battle with lung cancer.

He was given a public defender who did wonderfully well at doing a horrible job. The man all but properly defended him. During the trial he was told that the girl had been pregnant at the time of her death. Then the prosecution fabricated their story. Five witnesses he had never seen in his life, testified to the existence of an affair between him and the deceased. The story was therefore that he had killed her on finding out that she was pregnant as she had threatened to go to his wife. Everything played out like a movie to him. He couldn’t believe it. It happpened so fast. Before he knew it, he was sentenced to death by hanging.

Grace had sent him the picture with a letter. She said she told the boys that he had died. She couldn’t have them know about what was happening. She told him that she had read about the affair and pregnancy in the papers that witnesses had testified to. She didn’t know what to believe but she didn’t have the emotional resolve to continue with the drama.

She was done.

She told him that she loved him and she would keep praying for him. The boys were dealing with the loss of their father but she told him that they loved him dearly. That letter broke his heart. That’s when he decided not to appeal. He was done. The last five years of his life had been horrible. Being on death row had been sickening but it was all coming to an end today.

He heard the Priest bring the prayer to a close as he came back to reality, “…in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, Amen.” He was led to the top of the table and he climbed it. Then the rope hanging from the ceiling was put around his neck. He thought of Grace and his kids. He thought about the night before that fateful day. He had offered to bathe Rachael. He remembered her toothless smile and meaningless babble. He didn’t know what she was saying but she just went on and on and it sounded like music in his ears. He dressed her and she quickly fell asleep.

He then settled a quarrel between David and Daniel. Someone had hit the other and it was over the remote. He spoke to them about love and being brothers and how fights never solved anything then he made them apologize to each other and sent them to bed. He felt them slowly drag the table from underneath his feet. Then he thought of Grace. Her eyes, her face and their wedding night. He felt her lips touch his as he started to choke and then……

It all went black.

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Blitz 2


Hi, @Ms_BeeA here.
Today I bring you the conclusion to the ‘blitz’ story. Read the first installment here Blitz 1
I hope you like it. Enjoy.
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Her alarm went off. It was 6:00am. She opened her eyes and yawned, reached for the alarm and turned it off. She really didn’t feel like getting out of bed. It felt a bit too early then she remembered and smiled. She was going to see Rotimi again. She couldn’t tell where the energy came from but she was up and about in seconds. She quickly had her bath & brushed her teeth. Besides being excited about him she really didn’t want to be late to work. Nurse Nene was never really a fan of hers and she knew that it had to do with her friendship with Dr Chuks but this recurrent lateness also wasn’t helping the situation.

As she dressed up, she remembered Tari. The rat would have been up early just to gist with her as she got ready for work. She was mostly an early-riser even if she was out partying the night before. It was only when she had been busy with “hosting duties” the night before that she would wake up late. She kinda missed her and the house felt oddly quiet. No Tari gisting her about rude designers and their ugly clothes or snobbish, ostrich-looking models as they both decided on what she would wear. Tari would argue about how a t-shirt and a pair of jeans were too casual and laid-back and she would insist that it didn’t matter because she was still going to change into scrubs anyway. Then Tari would yawn and tell her that her life was boring.

She sat at her dressing table to apply her make-up. As she looked at her reflection in the mirror, her eye caught the red blinking led light of her blackberry on her bed. She got up and went to get it. She had put her phone on silent just before she went to bed because she was a very light-sleeper and hated waking up only to see a facebook notification of a friend request. She typed in the lock code and saw amongst other notification’s that she had four missed calls from an unfamiliar number. For one number to have called four times, it must be serious. She thought for a few seconds then pressed the green button and called the number back.

It was the Smith Green Emergency Center. Tari had been involved in an accident.

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In room 112C…

All Rotimi could think about right from when he woke up was her. It felt like a bit more than a crush. They had talked for a really long time yesterday and he enjoyed every bit of it. He loved the fact that every minute she was with him, the voices left. It just became quiet in his head and all he heard was her voice. Her smooth, lovely voice. He wouldn’t mind if he heard her talk for hours. She was pretty too. Maybe not the kind of pretty that could make a guy go “weak in his knees” or whistle in awe but it was the kind of pretty that felt different and refreshing and he just loved to look at her. She was sexy too, effortlessly sexy. He could tell that she wasn’t trying or paying attention to herself but in his opinion, scrubs had never looked so hot. “Sarah” he said out loud. He liked the way it sounded. He couldn’t wait to see her today. The way she laughed…

A scream jolted him back to reality. Then seconds later it was followed by a long laugh more like a hoarse cackle and then he remembered where he was. He honestly didn’t deserve to be here. A mental hospital was an exaggeration of his problem not a solution. As if feeling offended, the voices rudely returned. This time, he felt like he was at a concert.

“I can see the light, oh I can see the light, I’m gonna be a star, oh baby I’m gonna be a star.” He sang. Then he stopped. A nurse entered his room holding a file.

“Good morning.” The nurse said as she frowned. “I’m Nurse Nene.”

He looked at her from head to toe. Then he turned his head and continued singing. “When I become famous you’re gonna be lonely, I’ll make millions and you’ll be sitting here…”

“Mr Adedayo.” She said calmly but sternly enough to draw his attention.

He stopped singing and looked at her.

“As I said, my name is Nurse Nene and I’ll be checking your vital signs today.” She said.

“No.” He replied. He closed his eyes, “No, No, No.”

She sighed. “Is there a problem?”

He opened his eyes. “Yes. We don’t like you.” He answered.

She rolled her eyes. “And by “we” I’m guessing you mean you and your imaginary friends.”

“I don’t have imaginary friends. Leave me alone.”

“Look, Mr Adedayo I need to do my job. So please, just let me do it.” She sternly said. She reached for his wrist to check his pulse rate but he moved his hand.

“I said NO!” He yelled.

She got angry. “Look, crazy ass, I’ve been up all night and I’m having a shitty morning. I should’ve been off this shift an hour ago probably taking a cold shower or eating a delicious breakfast but the princessy nurse that was supposed to take over from me called in and gave a flimsy excuse and now the only other available nurse is going to take an hour to get here. I still have another floor of ward rounds with cranky and crazy people so suck it up and let me get on with my day!”

He looked at her then he turned his head and sang “I promise I’ll never leave you…I’ll never let you go, oh my baby…”

She put her palm on her forehead. “Mr Adedayo, I honestly have neither the time nor patience for this.”

He ignored her and continued singing, “You are my sunshine, the one that I adore..oh oh oh…”

“Mr Adedayo!” She yelled.

He stopped singing and laughed. “She’s getting mad yo!” He said as if he was talking to someone else in the room. Then he looked at her. “We want Sarah. I want Sarah. It’s Sarah or nothing.”

“She’s unavailable. If she was available, I most certainly won’t be here.” Nurse Nene replied.

“Get her for me or leave my room. We don’t want you here. I don’t want you here. I want Sarah.” He said.

“I just said that she’s unavailable. She didn’t come to the hospital this morning and I doubt that she’ll even show up at all today. She cares about nobody but herself.” She retorted with irritation.

He whispered to himself. “She broke her promise. She broke it.”

“What promise?” Nurse Nene asked. “You know what? I don’t care. I have a job to do and other patients to attend to. If you don’t want me to do this the easy way, I’ll go and get a dose of Propofol and stab you with it. The bottom line is getting your pulse rate and I can do that even if you’re unconscious.”

His eyes were moist and he continued whispering to himself. “She broke her promise.”

“Fine. Propofol it is. I’ll be back.” She stormed out of his room.

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Sitting in the waiting room was excruciating. She had been there for almost four hours. Nobody would tell her anything. All they said was Tari had whispered “Call Sarah” as they wheeled her in before she slippped into unconsciousness.

Being a nurse herself, Sarah knew that when nobody said anything, it was bad. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying. Her throat was parched and her back hurt. She had watched other people receive the news of the deaths of their loved ones.
A really cute young lady had screamed when she was told that her fiancĂ© didn’t make it. “We did all we could” the doctor solemnly said. The poor girl was wearing a gorgeous engagement ring. She remembered that she had unconsciously admired it as she got into the waiting room. Now, the ring didn’t matter. There wasn’t going to be a wedding.

Sarah swallowed as she remembered Tari. Tears trickled down her cheeks. Tari was only twenty-three. She was too young to die. She loved her so much. She wasn’t just her roommate, she was her best friend. She couldn’t call any other person. Tari was an only child and she never knew her mom. She said she was told that her mother had died when she was just a baby. The day her father had grabbed her from behind when she was in the kitchen, she hit him with the turning stick in her hand and ran to her maternal grandma’s house. She was sixteen at the time and she has never seen him since. Her grandma took care of her but she died a year ago. She wasn’t in a serious relationship so all Tari had left was Sarah and her friendship. Sarah broke into a sob. Why did this have to be happening to Tari? She didn’t even know what exactly had happened. All they said was that the taxi she was in had collided with a truck and that the driver had died instantly. “She’s lucky” a nurse had said. “Oh God. Please save her.” Sarah whispered.

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Sarah decided to go to work the next day. She would go to the Emergency Center after her shift. Tari’s issue was a personal emergency and she was expected to attend to it as quickly as possible. Dr Chuks was really nice and she didn’t want to take advantage of that. She also hated inconveniencing the other nurses. She would call from time to time to check on Tari. She had survived the emergency surgery and she had been transferred to the ICU. She had been wrapped up in bandages and she was still in a coma. The doctors said the next few days were critical but they were positive. Things were looking good so there was hope. She had to go back to work. She kinda missed it and she wanted to see Rotimi too. She didn’t know why but she wanted to hug him and cry on his shoulder. The last time they spoke, their connection was surreal and she felt like she was hanging with an old best friend. Talking to him about herself had been so easy and fun, she knew he would say something to make her feel better.

Sarah got to the hospital and quickly made her way to the counter and said “goodmorning” to all the nurses. She apologised for skipping her shift the day before and gave them a short but concise version of what was responsible.

The barely heartfelt “oohs” and “awws” rolled in and her eyes moistened as she remembered how Tari had looked in the bandages. She forced a smile and collected an outstretched file from an already impatient nurse and hurried to do her ward rounds.

She got to the door of room 112C first. She wanted to check on Rotimi before she saw any other patient. She opened the door but there was no one there. This surprised her. Where could he have gone to?

She dashed back to the counter and waited for the nurse there to get off the phone. “Nurse Tinu, where’s the patient that’s supposed to be in 112C?” She asked with a worried look on her face.

The nurse thought for a few seconds. “The schizophrenic?”

“Yes, Rotimi. He’s schizophrenic.” Sarah replied.

“Oh. He got transferred.” Nurse Tinu said casually.

“What?!” Sarah exclaimed. “What do you mean he got transferred?!”

Nurse Tinu hissed. “Abeg, the guy was a nuisance jare. Nurse Nene had to take over your shift for a while yesterday because you didn’t show up and he refused to let her attend to him. He just kept asking for you. She wanted to inject him with Propofol but he wrestled her and took the injection from her and stabbed her with it and she became unconscious. Then he started yelling and throwing things all over his room. He kept screaming “She broke her promise! She broke it!” like the deranged lunatic that he is. He broke a window and threatened to jump down. It took two male nurses and Dr Chuks to pin him to the ground and sedate him. It was very serious.”

Sarah’s mouth was wide open. “Where did they transfer him to?”

“Oluwaloni Adigun Memorial Hospital” Nurse Timu answered.

“What the hell?! That filthy, poorly-managed place! I heard that they flog their patients and they sell the ones who have no families to ritualists!”

“So?” Nurse Tinu replied. “You have done your work as a nurse and we’ve collectively done ours as a hospital. He became alarmingly wild.”

“He has no family! They could do something terrible to him! They won’t take proper care of him!” Sarah exclaimed.

“Look, Nurse Sarah, you have other patients. The schizo is gone. He’s no longer our problem. Go and finish your ward rounds and come and sort out your paper work.” Nurse Tinu said.

Sarah nodded and sadly went back to room 112C. She saw the taped, broken window and saw the empty bed. She didn’t know why but she suddenly felt heartbroken and so alone.

First, Tari had almost died and was still in a critical condition. Now, Rotimi was gone, he probably hated her for breaking her promise and he had been moved to a place where no one would care about him enough to know that he wasn’t the average “deranged lunatic” but a good man with a good heart that needed to be treated with patience and understanding.
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The Red Lipstick (Finale)


Today @deolaaa and I will be wrapping up this ‘The Red Lipstick’ series. It came as a spin off from datedays and we just explored the love life of two close friends as they faced challenges and battled odds in their pursuit of Happiness.

If this is your first time here, please read Episode 1, Episode 2, Episode 3 and Episode 4 to catch up on what has happened thus far.

Enjoy.
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The days flew by faster than Tolu and Reni’s friendship. Conscious efforts were made by both parties to avoid speaking about the proposal or even the forthcoming wedding; Reni spent more time with Diran, while Tolu, the angry birds.

She knew she was the unstable and flippant one but Tolu’s conviction was strongly against Diran. So strong that she could not even pretend to be happy for her friend of almost ten years. Something did not feel right about all this and she knew this was beyond the fact that they dated for just five months. She didn’t want to be the proverbial carrier of doom, so she decided she would act, instead of speak. She decided to speak to someone Reni still trusted. Someone both of them trusted and loved. A name that came to her mind was MUYIWA.

Two and half months to the wedding, Tolu reluctantly called up her ex to ask for Muyiwa’s new contact information. Segun was the last person she wanted to talk to but the determination to put the “wedding” right superseded her pride.

Segun requested to know why she wanted the information and wasn’t particularly excited to send them but after she pulled what she tagged as “ex strings”, she got what she needed.

Reni continued to plan her wedding.

Tolu continued her plan to crash the wedding.

Tolu was very surprised to learn that Muyiwa was back in the country. She was even more surprised when she realized he had been in contact with Reni and she didn’t know about it.

“You guys have really fallen apart”, he told Tolu on their first meet, “she even told me she was getting married”

“Yes! And to THAT her ex”, Tolu snapped, she couldn’t hide the disdain in her voice.

“So what have you guys been discussing?”, she inquired.

“Oh…well…the usual…just the usual…”

“What do you mean the….?”

Muyiwa interrupted her question.

“You know I came home because I thought if I pushed harder, I would still have a chance with Reni. I know I ended things rapidly but I didn’t know she would want to get married as soon as that”, he ranted.

“I’ve wished her all the best”.

She left the meet with mixed feelings: she was glad Muyiwa was back, but sad there was very little both of them could do about Reni.

Maybe I should just fall into the wedding plans and hope for the best for them, she thought to herself on her way home.

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“So, how’s the wedding plan going?”, Tolu asked Reni while she was counting money.

She paused.

“What did you say?”

“I said how is…”

“No…no…I heard you. I’m just surprised.”

“Don’t be”, Tolu made way to her friend’s bed, “I’m so sorry I’ve not been involved all this while. My heart just couldn’t handle it”

“You are getting married and I feel you don’t even know who you are getting married to”, she continued, “even if I want to lose my bestie to a guy, It should at least be someone I get along with”

“You are not losing me Tolu and to be honest, I’m really scared too. This is a very huge step. What if I’m making a mistake”

“It is OK!”, she gently patted Reni’s back.

In the little time, they settled into discussing the wedding plans and aso-ebi. That was the thing with them: all they had to do was talk through their issues with each other and everything seemed perfect again.

“How is Muyiwa sef?”, Tolu asked as casually as she could.

“He should be OK” was Reni’s simple answer.

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A month to the wedding, Tolu and Reni went for the final fitting of the bride’s dress.

Reni’s phone rang and she signalled to Tolu to take the call for her.

“Its Diran’s sister”, Tolu mouthed.

“Talk to her”

The voice at the other end was that of a perplexed woman.

“Where are you?”, she inquired.

“Beautiful Brides Fashion House”, Tolu replied.

She quietly walked away from Reni at the insistence of Diran’s sister to continue the call outside.

When she returned to Reni, Tolu couldn’t stop crying.

“What is it Tolu?”, Reni asked, worried.

Tolu took her outside and said “Diran is dead”.

She didn’t expect the thunderous slap that greeted her cheek. The slap had a blinding effect on her and when she finally regained her focus, Reni had started the engine and drove away.

She was still in her wedding dress.

Tolu sat down and sobbed.

“This can’t be Real” she mumbled to herself.

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The birds were chirping away, the trees were swaying to the tunes of the wind. And there Reni was, oblivious to what was going on around her.

She wished the ground would open up and swallow her.

Rather, she stood over that spot, where the ground had opened up and taken a part of her already and he was somewhere 6ft below where she was.

Today was to be her wedding day but here she was visiting the grave of her spouse, her lover, her friend, her husband.

It had been 4weeks already and she still blamed herself for his death. Unanswered “what if’s”. What if she had not told him to come back from Abuja as quickly as possible because she wanted to show him the color of the reception hall? What if she had not met him at all? What if she had listened to Tolu? What if he hadn’t switched flights maybe he’d still be alive.

She was still shedding tears when she felt an arm over her shoulder, the arms felt familiar. She turned and saw Muyiwa standing before her looking all dapper.

He hugged and her and said Tolu had told him that she’ll most likely be here.
“Let me take you home”, he said.
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The drive home was mostly silent. The air thick with sadness. Eventually, Muyiwa breaks the silence. “I have something for you in the glove box.” He pauses as Reni opens the glove box and pulls out a MaryKay gift set.

“Do you know what attracted me to you the first time we met?”

She slowly shook her head as she opened the oval box to reveal the cosmetics elaborately placed around the box. In the middle, was a ravishing red lipstick.

“Well, it was the red lipstick on you that night. Even though you usually don’t wear it, it fit you well. I want you to have this. Please wear this & put on your happy face, Reni”

“Okay” Reni fought back tears as she applied the lipstick. And, somehow, it did make her feel better. She smiled as she turned to face Muyiwa, inexpressible emotions welled up in her heart.

“I’m going back to Switzerland. Promise me you would take care of yourself”

“I will” she replied softly as they stared at each other. No words needed to be spoken.

Reni saw his eyes widen, heard him scream. She felt the car swerve violently. Heard the horns blaring around them as if from somewhere distant. The screeching tires. And finally, she saw the truck try and fail to avoid them.
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He could hear the sound of the television and the footsteps of people as his eyes gradually opened.

The streams of sunlight gradually lit up his eyes and the first thing he laid his upon was Tolu who was asleep on the chair besides him.

“Tolu…..Tolu”, he called in his very faint voice.

She turned only to smile to see Him with his eyes searching around the room. She knew it meant only one thing, he was looking for Reni.

He looked at her eyes and could also see that she was trying to see pain and anguish as well but he didn’t want to believe.

And without saying a word, she walked up to him and shook her head and confirmed his fears that his Reni was gone.

She hugged Him and told him she would be there for him.

And he subconsciously knew she meant every word of her action and she felt very comfortable in his arms.

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The Red Lipstick


Hello.
Thanks for stopping by. This is ‘The Red Lipstick’ series that has been following the life of two close friends as they find love and all its accompanying drama. Do read Episode 1 and Episode 2 to catch up on the story so far.

It is written by @deolaaa and myself.
This is Episode 3. Enjoy.
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Reni and Tolu both got back from the hospital and fell into the couch, tired and bemused.

It had been such a bewildering month for both of them and with the doctor confirming the pregnancy, they could finally plan on a next step.

“You have to tell segun”, Reni blurted out. “Since he is the father he has every right to know he has got his life in you before you do anything stupid”, she added.

“I have called him up a couple of times and he’s been ignoring me. There’s very little I can do to change his mind”, tolu responded.

“I’m really glad you have been by my side all this while and I feel bad for not listening to you at the onset of all this wahala” she added.

Deep down, Reni had more worrying issues, she had seen Muyiwa off to the airport 8days ago. They had made solemn promises to try as much as possible to keep their relationship and not to just blame ‘Long distance’ and then break-up.

Muyiwa seemed keen on this and said, “I have never met anyone like you and I would be stupid to let you go, I would do all I can to get you with me as soon as possible” along with some deep hugs and kisses as they bade each other goodbye. Reni believed him. Apart from the fact that he was a man of his words, she could see the sincerity in his eyes.

Eight days on and he had only sent a text saying “arrived safely, yet to settle, once I do, will call. Miss you R. XoXo”. She missed him, she was lonely, she yearned for his arms where she could just feel secure.

She had faith.

She needed tonnes of it. She had not been able to tell Tolu how Muyiwa’s being away affected her because of the pregnancy issue.

“RENI…..RENI…RENI..”, she finally snapped out of her trance to see her best friend shouting her name and handing her phone over to her.

It was ringing.

“Or are you cheating too? With a private number calling you?” Tolu said sarcastically with a semi-smile.

“Hello”, reni answered and as soon as the voice answered even tolu could feel the relief from reni all the way across the room. It was definitely Muyiwa.

He finally called.
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Reni couldn’t sleep all night as she wondered what else could have gone wrong in the last couple of months.

Firstly, tolu aborted the baby. “If Segun won’t take the baby, and Deji is also a twat, why should I put myself through torture, for Nothing?”, she said. So she had followed her when the baby was 7weeks and they had it aborted.

The procedure was easy. Apart from the slight pain she felt when she walked, nothing gave her abortion away.

Reni was laying her bed one day when her phone rang. She was startled to see Segun as the caller.

He had not spoken to any of them since the incidence. Many thoughts raced through her mind. She picked the call and heard the familiar croaky “hello” at the other end.

After exchanging pleasantries, Segun said “I miss her and if she’s ready to just admit her wrongs and promises to do right by me and be honest with me, we can work things out”.

“Who?”, Reni asked foolishly.

That was an unnecessary question, she thought. But then, she was too surprised to think straight.

He laughed, getting the sarcastic tone of her question and just before he hung up, said “be kind enough to deliver my message”.

On another day, this would have been a welcome move but the whole pregnancy debacle had made things a bit difficult.

As soon as tolu got back, reni told her what segun had said and how he sounded sincere.

Tolu called him up and they decided to go have lunch and just chat. This time though, she was going to tell him EVERYTHING.

Meanwhile, Reni had been going through her own problems as well. The distance between her and muyiwa and his apparent lack of time to talk to her and be there for her had her going bunkers.

She was lonely.

She went to the supermarket that evening to get her pad and some chocolates that she had been craving all week. She suddenly felt a tap on her shoulder, turned round and in her amazement, she saw Diran, Her EX.

For all the pain he had put her through, she thought she’d be angry but alas, she was happy to see him and they chatted, had a few laughs and exchanged numbers and he promised to call her soon.

She went home, praying muyiwa will call her but as expected he didn’t and all week he sent one text.

“One flimsy text?!?”, she thought loudly to herself.

She was beginning to get tired of the situation and just at that point in time, her phone rang and it was Diran.
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It had been 4 weeks since she and diran had been hanging out albeit intermittently. She felt bad every time they did as she couldn’t tell muyiwa, but his apparent disillusion made this an easy choice for her. She still loved muyiwa dearly and didn’t want to hurt him but she was bored and found diran a happy person she could chill with.

She had gotten over him.

Or so she thought until he dropped her off one night and in between their conversation he leaned in and planted a kiss on her lips. “I have a boyfriend, I cannot be doing this”, she said as dropped from his car with a faint goodbye.

Unfortunately, Muyiwa called that very night. She had barely come to terms with all the emotions ‘that’ kiss had her feeling and he sensed something was wrong. After a little while, she told him she kissed someone earlier and she was sorry but she couldn’t lie to him. He would have been pissed but her honesty toned that down and he ignored it and had a long chat with her, knowing his incommunicado had been partly to blame for her longing to be with someone.

As soon as the conversation ended, muyiwa could barely think properly. He loved reni so much and didn’t want her to feel guilty for something that he might be the cause off.

He pondered ALL NIGHT LONG.

Reni woke up the next morning and saw a text on her phone
“I love you way too much to see you hurting and lonely, cannot guarantee I would be able to always be there for you. I feel its best we move on and you find someone that will be there for you at ALL times. You remain my little sweetie. Xoxo”.

It was from Muyiwa.

She could have sworn she fainted and came back to life.

For one reason or the other, she just knew she didn’t want to have the relationship Back. She had to face the fact that long distance wasn’t working between them.

She cried for weeks and Tolu who was still recovering herself had to comfort her. They were both miserable.
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Meanwhile tolu had gone to see segun and they had lunch and discussed the happenings of the last 5months.
She went on and on about how she only kissed the other guy and was sorry for all her mistakes, but she was also pained that it took him this long to finally talk to her.

“I feel like you never trusted me”, she said.

“I was really angry with you and wanted to clear my….” But before he could finish she interrupted and said “I got pregnant and I’m 100% certain it was yours”.

He wanted to smile but then the ‘was’ hit him and he asked “what happened to the baby?”

She said “I wasn’t sure what to do with it and since you never responded I had to abort it”.

He just stood up and walked out and didn’t say a word to her.

He had had enough. He couldn’t cope with this. It was too much.

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So there they were, Lost, lonely, without men in their lives.

And they couldn’t blame anyone for it this time.

They only had themselves now.

“No more guys”, Tolu said as she pulled her friend’s cheek.

“Yes. No more”, Reni muttered, staring into space.

A few weeks later, she was over muyiwa, they still exchanged text messages every now and then and he even called but she knew she was ready to move on. She loved him but had to let him go.

And just then, diran popped into her head again and flashes of that night came back.

She had kissed him back that day, liked it but wouldn’t admit to herself until now.

He called for the 13th time and she didn’t pick up but her resolve couldn’t last any longer.

He had something about him she couldn’t refuse.

She ran a lot through her mind if he was worth going back to?

If she could deal with another heartbreak yet again?

I’ll break his heart this time around, she thought. It’s going to be really unserious and I’ll have my revenge for what he did to me the last time.

“I’ll go for it”, she told Tolu in a determined voice.
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