“Why won’t you say something?” Nifemi yelled. Then in the twinkle of an eye, she could almost see moments from her life flashing before her eyes. How her parents had almost disowned her when she disobeyed for his sake. She did it for the sake of the love that she believes in, without any inkling that it would someday wane. Nifemi fell to the ground and broke down in uncontrollable tears. She was so furious that she didn’t know when picked herself up and hit Olusegun across the face. He was shocked then angered.
“Forgive me”, was all he said before he left the room, leaving her crying on the terrazzo floor. … More Story telling: Series 16
One rainy Friday evening when Bunmi came crying to Olusegun at his chalet, she had watched carefully to ensure that no one saw her go in. She came in through the rear entrance. She wore a black veil over her face so that no one would recognize her. Olusegun was caught in a vulnerable state when he saw the girl in tears drenched in the rain. … More Story telling: Series 14
I met my wife when she was 22. I was 28 then. She was an orphan and struggling really hard to make ends meet. She had none except her younger sister, Doris who was 20 then. My wife didn’t want to go back to school so I started a business for her instead. We got married a year later. Due to some issues she wasn’t able to conceive till 5 years after our wedding. We had twin boys but I lost my wife during childbirth. Her sister who has been staying with us since we got married stayed on after my wife passed. She cared for my boys like they were hers and we got through our loss together. She had to quit her job at a point to take care of the children. She has been taking care of me as well. She cooks, cleans, washes, run errands and practically does all the household activities. She has really been good to us since it happened. The problem is this: she entered into my room last week and told me to my face that she is in love with me and that I should man up and pay her bride price. I was too stunned to say anything. She kissed me and left. I left very early for work the next morning because I was avoiding her and yet she brought lunch to the office. When I got back at night, I avoided her again and went straight to my room and locked it. She knocked but I pretended to be asleep. I spoke to my mom about this and to my surprise, she was okay with it. It’s not like I don’t love her enough to wife her but I feel like it disrespects the memory of my wife. … More Between her memory and her sister
I’d like to believe the game of love is for adults. Pardon me for calling it a game but life itself is a race, isn’t it? And racing is a sport, a game. So in this game of love, there ought to be 2 adults – loving me, loving you – only 2. Where you have Titi loving Tayo, and Tayo loving Tolu, who’s going to love Titi?
Someone gave a formula for love triangle:
Love triangle = 1 familiar guy + 1 girl + 1 exciting new guy … More Love Triangle: Who’s the loser really?