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Thursday, April 24, 2014


Hi guys,
Thanks again for sticking with me.
Here is a feature poem written by
Caleb Ekpenyong.
   You can follow him on twitter @kleb1905                  
   Happy reading.

In contentment and merriment of heart
A choice made, a path chosen
To cherish, to care, to love, to support
A promise made. Sun, moon and stars stand as witnesses
With ever smiling faces; the cascading beauties look down, seeing perfection in imperfection and imperfection in perfection
Tears and smiles and smiles and tears
Laughter and pain and gloom and joy

Beginnings and endings in pursuit of perfection
Of Sacrifice and Love
Of Condoning, Forsaking and Perseverance
Of Grieving and Letting go
Like Gravity it must pull down
All is gone; it’s but a candle in the wind
A Rose in the wild crystallizing into nothing
Of Radiant beauty touched by a fiery furnace
Of Indecision and Regrets
Of Hope gone and Faith lost
Of the past and haunting pleasant memories
Of things within but always out of reach
Of Pride, Ego and Shame
Of Love lost and lost Joy
Of lost smiles and laughter
A choice made, a path chosen one to another. 

*Inspired by a failed relationship, Bruno Mars' song "When I Was Your Man" and the movie "About Last night".        

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Bus Tales: Repost

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Wednesday, April 16, 2014


Hi guys,
  Click  to download   from dropbox (for all devices) or okadabooks (for android users). For android users, you can search for "okadabooks" on playstore and download the app. Once this is done, all you need do is create an account and then search for my ebook "Dear Future Husband". Please help tell more people about the ebook and the blog. 
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“It’s been two months since I last heard the name Craig, in fact, the last thing I heard of him was ‘Craig loves you’ and those were the utterances of my father. When I heard those words, immeasurable joy filled my heart and for the first time I saw my father smile back at me, and with some pride in him. It was as though he had achieved a feat. Actually, he had. His daughter had fallen in love. He hugged me after that and said, ‘Good luck to you, Aisha. Go and find your love.’ A lot has changed since the last two months. I have stopped searching for Craig and apparently he didn’t love me as much as my father had said, but the love I felt then is exactly how I feel now, and probably much stronger. Nothing has changed for me. You see, Love doesn’t make you a weakling. Love is not a sign that you are weak. It is a sign of strength, I know that now. I never used to think that it had any correlation with strength until I have seen its input in me. Moira claims that Craig might be back someday, but I don’t know when or even if he would ever be, but that is the hope that I have been clinging on to for the last two months. What else can a girl do?
Hakeem? Oh well, he is a friend now. We are closer than we ever were and now more like business partners. You can’t force love. I must confess that I had tried to care a little more about Hakeem when I didn’t hear anything from Craig after two weeks when my father had told me that he loved me, but, it just couldn’t happen. We went out on two dates and then I knew that was it, I was not trying any further. (Laughs) Now, this is not about the Kaftan or his horrid dress sense. Ever since he started “hanging-out” with me, he has learnt to dress to my taste. My taste. Please note, I have nothing against the men who love to wear their traditional attires but it’s just my taste here. One important thing here is that I bought him more neck ties, so, this has imposed on him an improvement to my desire. Also, Hakeem took interest in my feelings for Craig and even offered to help me look for him, but when he knew that I was ready to let it go, he stopped the search for Craig. Dad wasn’t also too happy to back down on searching for Craig, but then Father said he couldn’t beg a man to love his daughter a second time.
(Pauses) Err…Okay, where were we? Yeah…Craig! Okay, no…it wasn’t Craig. My job! I still work with my Dad and even though I have been off the grid in the past months, I am still responsible for the money that comes into the conglomerate. (Wide Smile). Now Back to Craig. You don’t choose who you love, right? How I fell in love with Craig is something I’d never understand and really there are no reasons that explain love, so right now or even after, I don’t think I want to understand. You might see me as a scorned woman who is holding on to a love that she might never have, but, I haven’t lost hope yet and I would encourage you never to give up on the one you love. Well, maybe eventually I might realise if we are meant to be or not, but for now, I won’t choose logic over love. My heart rages like an inferno as I hope and pray that one day Craig and I can live by love like larks live by leeks. (Chuckles) Did I just say that? (Covers face) God, what am I turning into? This is so not me! (Pauses) But then it is me. (Smiles) I am just a woman in love.”
                        The door creaked open as Moira walked in. She stared at Aisha and hissed. “You are serious about this thing, right?”
                        Aisha stared at the camera. “That is the Moira. She is not so important in this tale.”
                        “I am the story itself!” Moira shouted as she joined Aisha by her table. Aisha saved her recording and turned off her laptop. “But I wanted to see it.”
                        Aisha nodded. “I know. That is typical of you, but, you won’t see anything until I decide that you should see it.”
                        Moira smiled. “What if I bribe you?”
                        “Money is never enough.” Aisha replied as she picked up her phone. “So, what do you have for me?”
                        Moira shrugged. “The usual. Except that Alhaji is directly involved in this one.”
                        Aisha hissed. “I have told him to stay away from my business. I will handle it.”
                        “He got us this contract. He says it is mega and that he wants a whopping fifty percent of the proceeds.”
                        “Fifty percent??? There is no way I am surrendering fifty percent of my bargaining power to him.” Aisha replied as she grabbed the car keys. “Who is the client?”
                        Moira handed a card to her. “Arab oil rich men.”
                        “Now I see.” Aisha replied as she flicked the card. “We would renegotiate with Dad…but that’s only after we have sealed this deal.”
                        Moira nodded, “That’s fine by me.”
                        “I should call Hakeem that we won’t be able to meet him for lunch-”
                        Moira cut in immediately. “-We won’t have to worry about Hakeem. He told me that he was with Alhaji when I called him earlier.”
Aisha smiled with some relief. She didn’t want to have to explain abandoning lunch for business to Hakeem. Hakeem had good interest in business but not at the expense of meals, so it was good news to Aisha when Moira announced that Hakeem was with Alhaji.
            “Aisha, what do you think about sunglasses?” Moira asked as she dangled them before Aisha.
            “Why?” Aisha asked.
Moira shrugged. “You know the press haven’t actually gotten off our backs regarding your wedding. We didn’t officially cancel it and quite some time has passed, I think we should do something about that soon.”
            “We will.” Aisha replied. “However, sunglasses can’t keep you safe from the press. They’ll take our pictures anyway.” Aisha replied as Moira handed her one of the sunglasses.
Moira smiled. “At least, we are taking a form of precaution.”
            “It never helped anyone. Why do you think it will help us?” Aisha asked as she approached the door. “Come on.” Aisha said as she walked out with Moira following quickly.

A lot of things had changed for Craig. Exactly two months ago, he had stared hard at Aisha’s gate as he contemplated seeing her. In the end, he had chosen not to bare his feelings to her. He walked away and it was a decision that looking back now, he’d say he didn’t regret. He also hadn’t heard a word from Daniel, although Bolu did tell him that Daniel decided to leave town for to the East of the country. Vicky had started picking up her pieces from what he heard from Bolu. Craig wasn’t too proud of himself that he could not reciprocate Vicky’s love, especially because of the uncertainty between himself and Aisha. He, however, took solace in the fact that he knew what he felt for Aisha and he was happy that he cared about her, even if he had to do it from a distance.
For two months, Craig purchased every business magazine in the country to see if there was anything about Aisha in them but it seemed as though she had gone low key. Her father’s company was still being mentioned, but now Alhaji’s name was everywhere. It wasn’t Aisha’s. The past two months had gifted him with the opportunity of planning his return to Aisha, and now the moment seemed to be fast approaching. Craig pulled up his sleeve as he checked his wristwatch for the time.
Craig relaxed in his seat as he allowed his thoughts stream.
Bolu opened the door. “We have to go now.” He announced.
            “Is it time yet?” Craig asked.
“You gave him your word, remember?” Bolu said.
Craig smiled. “I am not going back on my word, but I just need to be ready.”
“Craig, you have been getting ready for two months now. Look at you, you even have a job now.”
Craig stared at his office. He had gotten a job in a software company and even though he was fresh in the institution, his value there had been immeasurable to the institute. Bolu got himself a job too in the firm by Craig’s influence and together they had started building something better than the life that they once had. Craig had come to learn the dignity in labour through his new job.
“What if she doesn’t want me?” Craig asked.
Bolu pulled Craig out. “She is on her way and that’s all that matters.”

“Has he picked up the call?” Aisha asked as she stared at Moira.
Moira looked worried. “No, I can’t reach Alhaji.” She replied.
Aisha was more worried. “These Arabian guys won’t keep to time, would they? I think we should go back.”
“No. Give me a minute. I would walk down to the park and try to call him again, perhaps the network there is much better. Stay here in case they show up.”
Aisha nodded in agreement. “Seems like a good plan.” She replied as she took a seat. Moira hurried away immediately.
Craig kept his gaze on Aisha as she stared at her wristwatch. He had slipped in through the back door as soon as Moira gave him the go ahead. He counted one to seven in his heart as he prayed for a perfect moment. He then took the boldest strides of his life as he walked up to Aisha. “Hi.” He said.
Aisha felt as though she had seen a ghost. Her heart raced faster than ever at that moment. This was Craig standing right before her. Her Craig. She took a deep breath so as to allow her heart be still. Her eyes were soon wet as a smile danced round her face. The smile was as though her face was soon to crack. It was as though all her dreams and wishes had come true at once. But then Craig’s face wasn’t greeting her with a smile, she smiled again. This time she was more welcoming than the initial grin she had on.
Craig took a deep breath in victory. He didn’t have any more thing to do. He smiled back and took his seat. “Can I sit?” He said.
Aisha knew Moira wasn’t coming back now, neither was any Arabian man. She blessed Moira in heart. You know those friends that are always in the wings and in your face ready to help you? They are the real legends. It was about her and Craig now. “I never told you to take a seat.” She replied.
He shrugged. “Your smile told me to do so, and contrary to the lady that the media paints, I think you smile beautifully.”
Aisha smiled again. “Do you want an autograph? Big Fan?”
He nodded. “Big Fan.”
“The only pen I have with me is to sign a contract with some Arab men.” Aisha replied as she bit her lip. “I can’t help you, young man.”
Craig pulled out a paper. “Well, we could talk about the terms and conditions of your contract much later.”
“How can I be certain that anything is real about this moment?” Aisha asked.
Craig took a deep breath. “All I have to offer you is my heart. But then, it is not my choice to offer you my heart, Aisha. You own it. I just…I…I just want a space in yours.”
“A space?” Aisha asked.
Craig nodded. “Just a space.”
“I am sorry I can’t give you that space.” She replied as she blinked. “I don’t even own any part of my heart, so, you might as well create the space you want in it.” She added.
Craig cleared his throat. “Since we have broken the ice…I guess we can introduce ourselves.”
“Shouldn’t we have done that earlier?” she asked with a smile. “But then you already know me from the papers, right?”
He nodded and stared at Aisha. “Aisha, my name is Craig and I love you.” He said as he drew closer to her.
She smiled as she stroked his beards. “I would have said that I love you too, but then, I guess you already knew that.” She replied. “But then, I love you, Craig.”
“Can we have that kiss now?” he asked as he planted his lips against hers.
Craig took her hand as they walked out and walked down the road.
There were no words left to be said. There were no questions left to be answered. There were no issues to address. There was nothing left but two people in love and living by love. She didn’t care how far they were going. He didn’t mind if he ran out of words with her. She wasn’t bothered about the depth of their love because she sure couldn’t feel the boundaries. It was all love and more love for her. This was life in its best definition.
Craig stopped abruptly and stared at Aisha. “Where are we going?”
Aisha shrugged. “There is no leader or follower. It is a team walk. We would do this, Craig. I know we would.”
Craig nodded as he got down on one knee. “The world already thinks we are engaged, but then, I am proposing to you officially. I want and need you to be my lover, best friend, walking partner, sister, mother and wife. Would you marry me, Aisha Bello?” he asked as he lifted a ring before her. This was his most priceless moment. He hoped in his heart that it could be theirs.
Aisha let her most beautiful tears flow freely. She was certain that he was her world and that she was his world. “Yes.” She said as she nodded. “I’ll marry you.”
Craig smiled as he slipped the ring into her finger.
Aisha closed her eyes as she lifted her head to the heavens with a smile.


                                                     ….but then, it’s all fun and games till we fall in love…

                                                                                                           ***The end***

Wednesday, April 9, 2014


Hi guys,
  Click  to download   from dropbox (for all devices) or okadabooks (for android users). For android users, you can search for "okadabooks" on playstore and download the app. Once this is done, all you need do is create an account and then search for my ebook "Dear Future Husband". Please help tell more people about the ebook and the blog. 
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        Thank you all so very much and enjoy the weekend.


Craig didn’t expect Alhaji to accept him with open arms when he walked in. Alhaji Ibrahim thumped his table. “Young man, you have no right to be here.”
            “I know that, Sir. But all I am requesting for is ten minutes.”
            “Ten minutes? I can’t even stand your sight for another minute.” Alhaji retorted, receiving the receiver.
            “Don’t call the security on me, Sir. At least, not yet. I just want to say all I have to say to you.” He replied.
Alhaji punched two digits. “If I touch the next, I will have a host of men here. Give me one reason why I shouldn’t hit the button.”
            “Because you came to my office and I listened to you. I think you should please listen to me too.” Craig replied.
Alhaji smiled as he replaced the receiver. “I have always known you as a man with guts. Nine minutes and fifty-nine seconds.”
Craig took a deep breath as he stepped forward. “I know I have disappointed you and hurt Aisha and I am deeply sorry about it.”
            “That is all, right?”
            “No, Sir.” Craig said as he blinked. “When you came to me and told me to love your daughter forever, a lot of things changed for me. Even though I might not have worked towards it directly, I started to care about Aisha. It is not because you asked me, it is because I wanted to. Everything about me cared for her.”
            “Interesting, Craig. Interesting.” Alhaji replied as he rose to his feet. “Tell me, why exactly are you here? You fooled me, possibly fooled Aisha to an extent too. The game is over, there is nothing left for you here.”
            “I am afraid there is.”
Alhaji leaned against his table as he faced Craig deeply. “What did you leave behind?”
            “Aisha. It’s more like ‘who did I leave behind?’ ” Craig replied.

Moira watched as Aisha ate her meal silently. “Aisha, please eat up.”
            “I am trying the best I can.” Aisha replied as she drank some water. “Where are the guys on searching for Craig? Have they searched Europe yet? I think they should check there first”
Moira dropped her fork. “Aisha, I think it is pointless.”
            “Why is it pointless? I just want to know where he is.”
Moira took a deep breath. “Aisha, there is no need to torture yourself any more. Craig is gone and gone for good. Get over him.”
            “I can’t. Is it so hard for you to understand?”
Moira nodded. “Yes, it is. See, Hakeem is returning to town soon. I think you can divert your attention towards him.”
            “Hello…is this Moira? Do you understand what you are saying to me? Divert to Hakeem?” Aisha asked as she hissed.
Moira sighed. “It’s just that I don’t know what else to say to you. Just look at you, since Craig has been gone, you have not been the same.”
            “How am I supposed to be the same woman? A lot of things have changed for me, Moira. You of all people should know that.”
Moira picked her glass and sipped. “Look, Aisha, I understand how much effect this game has had on you but I think it is time for us to move on from it.”
            “Us? Moira, it is just me. I am the one who had to date Craig! I am the one who thought a proposal was real. I am the one who was ready to build my life with a stranger. I was the one who fell in love…and lost. Please don’t talk to me about us!” Aisha said as she grabbed her purse and walked out.
Moira finished her drink and hurried after her friend.

“Love? Craig…I am no fool” Alhaji started. “I know the opportunity to father the heir to a dynasty as huge as this is enticing, but I am not going to give you the privilege. No, Craig.”
Craig wiped his brow. “Sir, I care about Aisha. I love her. She has changed a lot of things for me and yes, I agree there was an initial plan but it all changed for me and right now all I want is Aisha. I want to love her-”
            “-Don’t!” Alhaji yelled. “Don’t try to fool me again, young man. I was beaten once, not again.”
            “Sir, I assure you that I am not trying to fool you. All I want is to love your daughter.”
Alhaji smiled. “Well, you are assuring me, right? Guess what, that is not very assuring. Look, Craig, I was willing to overlook the religious difference between us at the expense of being mocked by my friends. But how did you repay me? Act out a farce with Aisha?”
            “Sir, would you have still accepted me if I had told you that day that this was a game between Aisha and I?”
Alhaji blinked as he took a seat. A silence followed between Craig and Alhaji Ibrahim. Craig knew he had asked Alhaji the right question and the Old man might need some time to allow all he had said sink in. Craig needed his forgiveness before he would show his face before Aisha. He knew that irrespective of the outcome between himself and Alhaji, he would still look for Aisha. But maybe the moment wasn’t right.
Alhaji knew that he would have stopped the game if Craig had told him that day. He also knew that he would not forgive and accept Craig. The young man was right, but yet, he was wrong. He had played him and disrespected him. That couldn’t be forgiven. Hakeem was returning to town and maybe he could get another shot with Aisha now.
            “Sir, I am asking for another chance. A genuine chance, I might not be perfect, but I love Aisha and I know that she loves me. That is all we need.”
Alhaji took a deep breath. “Sometimes, love is never enough. I want you to leave my office now and never return. Do not show your face anywhere near me or my daughter again. It is your last warning.”
Craig took a deep breath and fetched the credit cards from his pocket. “Could you please give these to Aisha for me?” he asked.
Alhaji nodded. “Drop them. I can do that. It is my daughter’s money after all.”
Craig placed the cards on the table. “Sir, now I am the man I used to be – broke, and simple, but with love for Aisha. I won’t let her go.” He said and approached the door.
            “Craig!” Alhaji called.
Craig stopped as he held on to the knob.
            “You asked me if I would have accepted you if you had told me that it is was a game between you and Aisha then. No, I wouldn’t have…but, you would have earned my respect.” He concluded and took his seat.

            “So, what’s the plan, Aisha? Let’s say we want to look for Craig, where are we going to start from?” Moira said as she caught up with Aisha in the park.
Aisha shrugged. “I don’t know but all I know is that I want to see Craig and even if it is for the last time, I need to know if he did feel anything for me. I need to know if I pushed him away by my actions or something. I…I don’t just want to let go, Moira.”
            “Aisha, this is serious, babe.” Moira said as she opened the car door. “What do we do?”
            “Let’s find him. I just need to talk to him.”
Moira shrugged. “I think we should see your Dad and tell him that we would be absent for a while. We’ll take that time to try finding him.”
            “What if he is gone for real? Moira, what if I would never see him again?” Aisha asked feeling pensive.
Moira knew that was a possibility. A man with so much money at his disposal would have moved to another continent by now and taken good cover. She didn’t expect them to find him easily, but she knew that if there was something that money could do for you, it would do what seemed too hard for the man without money to spend.
            “Aisha, we would pull every string that we can but I just think that you shouldn’t get your hopes high. No man will have that much money and sit put, he must be in Antarctica by now.” Moira started. Aisha’s face didn’t liven up and Moira didn’t expect joy on her face with that sort of news. “Look, Aisha, I know this is new for you, I mean…falling in love, but, I want to promise you that it is never always like this. It gets easier. If Craig is not the guy for you, someone else will.”
            “Please don’t say Hakeem.” Aisha said cutting in.
Moira smiled as her friend seemed to be coming alive. “It would be alright, Aisha. I’ll call our guys at the airport and see if there is any news on him.”
            “Maybe you should check through seaports too.”
Moira nodded. “But Aisha, if Craig has really absconded with your money, do you still want to love such a man? I mean, he is not worth it.”
“You don’t choose who you love, right?” Aisha replied as she started the car. “Right now, I don’t care if I would never be with him, I just want to be see him again. Maybe we can depart on clearer terms now and I could be sure that we had nothing.” Aisha concluded.
Moira knew better. It was not about being sure that they had nothing, Aisha wanted to fight for something. It was clear to her now. She watched as Aisha drove the car without any real enthusiasm, she started to worry about allowing her drive. Aisha took occasional looks through the window and focused on the road again. For mischievous reasons, this seemed to delight Moira. The Amazon’s ‘Mumu-button’ had been activated. Moira grinned at the thought of this. Aisha’s phone vibrated and Moira pulled it close before Aisha could reach it. “Speed up.”
            “I think its father.” Aisha said
Moira nodded as she confirmed. “We would talk to him when we get back to the office. For now, you have to drive. So, Speed up!”
Aisha sighed and stepped on the accelerator.

            “Where have you been all day man?” Bolu asked as he turned off the TV. “I have been waiting for you.”
Craig helped himself to a seat. “Did you have to fly down here? I told you I would return to meet you.”
            “What if Alhaji had arranged to have you locked up? What would I have done? I had to come here to ensure your safety.”
Craig shrugged. “Luckily for us, nothing like that happened. He told me to stay away from Aisha.”
            “That’s expected. The man is disappointed in you but I believe he will come around.”
            “I hope so, now he has to see me in the light of who I really am. I don’t think people easily come around that. And I believe that he must prefer the other guy to me.”
Bolu shook his head. “When are you going to see Aisha?”
            “I…I don’t know. I don’t know if I can face her.”
Bolu smiled. “You can. That is the whole essence of your coming here. You have to face her and let her know how you feel about her. Who knows? She might feel the same and if that is not the case, you tried. At least, you bore your heart out to her.”
            “I don’t know what to do.” Craig replied in a low tone.
            “Aisha is the woman you love, she is the woman that you really have to talk to.”
Craig raised an eyebrow. “Do I go now?”
“I don’t know. You know how you plan these things. Go ahead and think of something.” Bolu replied. Craig relaxed in the chair as he took a deep breath. Bolu smiled at the thought of his next question.  “And the credit cards?      
            Craig turned his face away from him as he consumed himself in thoughts.

                        “Dad, you sent for me.” Aisha said as she walked into Alhaji’s office. Moira walked in quickly after her. She couldn’t let any gist slip past her.
            Alhaji Ibrahim nodded with a smile. “I have big news for you.” He started.
            “What is it?” Aisha asked, helping herself to a seat.
She didn’t look as enthusiastic as her father would have liked. “What is it, Aisha?” he asked.
            “She’s got the flu.” Moira immediately said.
Alhaji stared at the girls as he took a seat. “What flu?”
            “Sir, you can’t understand.” Moira replied. “Let’s get on with the good news.” She added.
Alhaji smiled. “You have made some extra cash, Aisha.”
                                “Okay.” Aisha replied flatly.
Alhaji stared at the girls carefully. “What am I missing here?” he asked.
            “Dad, you are missing nothing. I don’t just feel okay.” She replied.
            “Have you been to the hospital? I’ll ask someone to take you.” Alhaji said as he fetched his phone.
Aisha shook her head as Moira smiled. “Dad, I am not sick.”
            “But…But you said you don’t feel well.” He replied as he took his seat beside her. “Tell me princess, what can daddy do for you?”
Moira grinned. Alhaji was acting as though Aisha was his five or seven year old daughter. That was not Aisha’s style and it didn’t take long before Aisha snapped out of her father’s niceness.
            “Dad, come on…what’s with the princess talk?” Aisha asked.
Alhaji smiled. “No matter how old you are or how far you go, you will always be daddy’s princess. So, tell me, what is bothering you?”
            “I am afraid you can’t help her, Sir.” Moira replied with a grin.
Alhaji stared at Moira. “Why not?”
            “These are matters of the heart, Sir. You won’t understand.” Moira replied.
Alhaji stared at Aisha. “What is this about?”
Aisha ignored him.
He picked up her credit cards from the table and placed them in her hand. “You sure know what these are.” He said.
Aisha stared at Moira and then back at her father. “Was Craig here?” she asked.
He nodded and poured himself some wine. “And he is gone forever.”
Alhaji stared at Aisha. “He has returned your money, you should be glad.”
            “Dad!!” Aisha groaned.
            “Aisha! What is it?” he asked.
Aisha blinked. “What did Craig want?”
            “What do you want me to tell you?” Alhaji asked.
            “The whole truth, Dad.” She replied. “Dad, I know you have never lied to me, but, right now, I want you to tell me everything that Craig told you and what he came here for, I beg you not to tell me anything otherwise. Even if it hurts me, I’ll take it.” Aisha concluded as she panted.
Moira swallowed. She knew that anything Alhaji said now would go a long way for Aisha. Aisha was in love with Craig and she would do anything to rewrite her wrongs. Moira was worried about Alhaji sending Craig off forever. She stared at Alhaji as he sipped his wine and then back at Aisha whose eyes were already gathering tears.
Alhaji delayed the distance of the wine to his mouth as he sipped. What would he tell Aisha? He wasn’t the man who would lie to his daughter, but at this moment, the truth didn’t seem too palatable for him and his new plans for Aisha. He had seen Aisha for the woman that she was now - weak, fragile and needing love. Was he going to take all that from her? Hakeem was returning and as far as he was concerned, Hakeem was deserving of Aisha’s love too. Why did she have to fall for a con man? He had to tell Aisha something. She had asked for the truth from him. He gulped his wine and took a seat. “Aisha, he told me a lot of things, and I recount them.” He started.
            “Dad…” Aisha said as a drop fell from her eyes.
He blinked. “I am not torturing you, Aisha and I don’t want to, but, I really can’t start explaining everything that he said to me to you. And I don’t feel bad about it, all I will do is summarize it for you.”
            “Summary? Dad, this is important to me.” Aisha said.
Alhaji hissed. “Look, Love is never hard to find, you just have to be open to the possibility. Hakeem loves you.”
            “Dad, what you meant to say is, ‘Company is never hard to find.’ That’s what Hakeem would be.” She replied.
Alhaji stared at Aisha for a while and then continued. “Where is all these coming from?!” Aisha didn’t respond. Alhaji turned in Moira’s direction. “It was all a game, right? When did it get this complicated?”
Moira mouthed.
            “Go…on!” Alhaji barked.
Moira took a seat. “Nothing to say.”
            “Aisha??? Don’t tell me that you are in love with Craig.” Alhaji said.
Moira smiled. “She is in love with Craig.”
Alhaji’s eyes popped. “What???”
            “Well, Sir, you said she shouldn’t tell you that she is in love with Craig, I thought I could help her.” Moira replied with a grin.
Alhaji turned in Aisha’s direction. “Is that true?” he asked. Aisha remained mute. “You have got to tell me something, Aisha dear. You have to. I am your father and mother, I am here for you. You have to tell me these things.” Alhaji pleaded.
            “Sir…Sir…” Moira started.
            “What is it, Moira?” he asked.
Moira smiled. “I think you are being too hard on her. Maybe you can give her some time and space.”
            “No, I won’t!” he replied.
Aisha nodded as she wiped the tears off her face. “Yes, Dad. I am in love with him. How and when it happened, I don’t know. But I am proud of it and even though I know that he might not love me back and that he only wanted me for the money and the game that we had. I am glad I fell in love, I am glad I learnt how to feel special about someone else. I am glad that I know what love is, and I am sorry, Dad, if I disappoint you right now, but, I am happy about how I feel. The only thing that keeps me sad is that fact that I didn’t love the right man-” Aisha said amidst tears.
            “-well, you are wrong.” Alhaji muttered in a low tone. Moira gaped as she watched Aisha speak.
Aisha didn’t hear him as she continued. “-And even though it hurts me, I’ll do it all again to love him. He might not have been perfect, Dad, but he was mine. This thing I feel, I am going to nurture it and when I am strong enough, I am going to fight for it and fight for him, and if I lose, fine. But when I win, you’d be proud of the woman I have become.” Aisha concluded as she wiped her tears.
Alhaji and Moira took deep breaths at the same time. Alhaji wiped his forehead as he stared at Aisha. “Are you done talking?” he asked.
She nodded. “Yes, I am. I would be on my way now.”
            “Well, you are wrong about Craig.” He said.
Aisha nodded. “I know he wanted the money, thank you.”
            “Yes, you are right about that, but, you have one thing missing.”
Aisha stared at Moira and then back at her father.
            “Craig loves you.”

…it’s all fun and games until someone falls in love….and then the fun and games become real fun…and real love too.

Thursday, April 3, 2014


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“Except if a grown man has become too tiny to find, I suggest we stop wasting our time.” Moira said as she shot a glance at a busy Aisha. Aisha wouldn’t budge as she looked behind the couch. “Aisha….” Moira stressed as she watched her friend search hopelessly.
Aisha pushed the couch aside and made for the inner house. She had to find something. Anything. She needed to find something that would assure her that the game was still on and far from over. She needed to be sure that Craig had not walked out of her life forever. The apartment was as clean as new. Even the plates in the kitchen were washed and stacked! Behind her façade, she had hoped that something meaningful might come out of this relationship and that moment when she ‘thought’ that Craig actually proposed to her seemed to be the turning point. He had captured her heart behind the piles of their lies and deceit. However, she was alone in those fantasies and dreams. Craig had been the real player all along. There was a game plan and he stuck to it. She took her seat on the edge of Craig’s bed as she stared at the hollow room. She took a deep breath as she cast her mind to the few moments she had shared with Craig. They were moments that she knew she had to cherish forever, they had gone and were gone forever.
Her heart pulsed at almost the same rate as the day that she had crashed into Craig’s arm in tears. She closed her eyes as she relived the moments of his heart close to hers. She knew his heart did beat that day. She knew that for that moment they were locked in an embrace, there was no game player among them. There was no leader. It was just two helpless people in the room in an embrace, needing each other.
She wiped a tear drop from her face as she thought of her best moment with Craig. A moment she thought marked the end of their folly. A moment that she had believed was the turning point for them. He had proposed to her. Craig’s victory was not in his ring or in his suit. She had seen it in his eyes that day. For sure, she had seen the wrong thing. The man she fell for was a first class con artist. The combination of a thief, liar and a loner. He had all the attributes to sway any woman. She acknowledged his physical attributes but wasn’t totally smitten by them. The moments that welled in her was when he reached to her loneliness and sealed them. For that, she was grateful. But then, she couldn’t believe he was gone, that he couldn’t even stay and make what was a lie seem real and be real. Her intention was to tell Craig how she felt about him. There would be no need for that now, at least, she now knew how he felt about her. Not everyone could really find true love. For women like her, there was no true love. She had tried it and it went wrong. How did she ever fall in love? Aisha’s heart was filled with questions that needed to be answered. A song lyric had spelt love to be ‘a beautiful thing’. There was nothing beautiful about how she felt. She felt defeated, sad and most of all, weak. She had been too weak with Craig, she had let him creep in effortlessly to her heart and the mighty amazon without love did finally beat for another.
She wept.
Moira took a deep breath as she watched her best friend cry without holds. Aisha wasn’t fighting back tears or wiping them off classically. She was bleeding out her emotions the only way her eyes could. She was in tears and Moira knew this was the Aisha that she might have been proud to have under another circumstances, but right now, her friend was hurting and hurting badly. Moira joined Aisha on the bed. As she reached out to Aisha, she turned away and buried herself in the pillow. Aisha wanted to cry. Maybe it was best to let her cry at this moment. Moira could only watch as her friend cried.
Crying had never been Aisha’s style. She would just sit at the piano and let it all out with hard strokings of the chords until she had started to sweat. Crying seemed good and Moira wasn’t about to ruin one of their best moments. For Moira, she had found a new angle to taunt Aisha from. For Aisha, she had learned how to heal. Moira drew the sheets over Aisha as the loud tears declined gradually to the sob phase and eventually she couldn’t hear anything. Aisha was asleep. She had cried for over an hour. Moira stared at the dried marks from the tears that had formed on Aisha face and shook her head sadly.

Bolu stared outside the window and let out a huge roar. He smiled as his voice echoed into the distance. He paused again and let out another roar and he continued until the fifth time. He smiled at Craig. “You might want to try it, it’s refreshing.”
            “Keep that up and they are going to be sending Security up here in no time.” Craig replied as he sipped his drink.
Bolu smiled as he took his seat beside Craig. “How do you feel? You own so much money right now. Aisha was good business.”
Craig dropped his glass and walked over to the window. “I am ashamed.”
            “Ashamed? Bro! No one would be ashamed to have the money you have right now.” Bolu replied as he joined Craig at the window. “Yea!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Poverty is gone forever!” he shouted.
            “I am not proud of it.” Craig replied.
Bolu tapped him. “Guy! Why you dey do like this na? Money is money o! You worked for this one! After all, you’ve gone everywhere with her, appeared on papers, at least, she won’t be tagged as a woman who never had any man and it is all thanks to you.”
            “I stole this money. I didn’t work for it.” He replied as he bent over the window. “Besides, Aisha doesn’t need to beg for a man. She is a woman who needed real love. The best she could find.”
Bolu chuckled. “Well, she chose the wrong guy for the job. Dude, I think we can hire some men to look for Vicky for you, now that you have some cash to spare, I mean, she is a good girl and maybe you can actually care about her too.”
            “Why not? She loves you. You just have to love her back. Simple.”
Craig shook his head. “Never happening.”
            “Are you feeling remorseful about this Aisha thing? That babe isn’t bothered, you dey kill yourself. Her money flows.”
Craig ignored him and took a seat.
            “When you hype prices for people in the mall and make some profit, what do you call it?”
Craig stared at him. “Business.”
Bolu nodded. “Do you feel sorry afterwards?”
            “No. Why should I?” Craig replied.
Bolu smiled. “Well, this is business, bro. You shouldn’t feel bad.” He said grinning. “Business, bro! Good business!”
            “Aisha might have been business, but she stopped being business for me.” Craig replied almost inaudibly but loud enough for Bolu to hear.
Bolu’s smile faded as he stared at Craig’s face. Craig wasn’t looking like the guy who pinned down his feminine conquest for fun and without remorse. He was looking far from the guy who was on a mission to get the best out of Aisha Bello and run. It was typical for most guys to change their minds once deep into such relationships, but Craig didn’t – not even when a father pleaded. He might have felt pity for Aisha, but he still had his intent straight. Bolu took a deep breath. “What’s going on, Craig?”
            “I care about Aisha. I want to be there for her, I want to fight for her. I want to protect her. I want to love her. I want to be her friend, confidant and lover. I want to be the man she wakes up and sees, the man who kisses her to sleep, I want to be everything in her life. I just want to be the one in her life.” Craig blurted. Bolu’s jaw was agape as he listened to Craig. Craig took a deep breath as he stared at Bolu. “I love her.”
            “Oh no…” Bolu said as he slumped into the chair.
Craig wiped his forehead. “I don’t know what happened to me. I swear. It just happened. I can’t explain how I feel about Aisha.”
            “Then why did you take the money?” Bolu asked.
Craig stared at him confusingly. “You told me to.”
Bolu stuttered. “Clearly, I didn’t know you felt this strong about her. Why didn’t you just come clean?”           
            “Come clean? Aisha Bello? How do you come clean before a woman that is almost perfect? What kind of love do I have to offer her?”
Bolu shrugged. “Your imperfection.”
Bolu nodded. “Beautiful imperfections.”
            “Oh God…” Craig said as he buried his head in his hands.
            “I am sorry I pushed you, but I thought you got this covered.”
            “Love happened.”
Bolu smiled as he took a seat. He watched Craig as he stroked his forehead. Bolu started to snicker. Craig stared at him as Bolu had now exploded into what seemed like a mocking laugh.
            “What is it?” Craig asked.
Bolu struggled to catch his breath. “Look at you, man. I can’t recognise you. ‘I want to love her, I want to be her friend, confidant, and lover…I want to be the man she wakes up and sees and blah blah blah. You sound like a sixteen year old boy. Have you been watching those Mexican soaps?”
Craig smiled faintly as he tried to turn his face from Bolu.
            “Oh my gosh! You love her!” Bolu shouted.

“Here’s some water.” Moira said as she handed Aisha a glass of water.
            Aisha stared at the glass. “What is the water supposed to do for me?”
                        “Err…Water regulates Homeostasis.” Moira said proudly. “I am your fairy godmother.”
Aisha nodded. “Turns out that’s the only thing you must remember from school.” She replied as she set the glass on the side table. “Since you are playing fairy godmother, you might as well serve me something real to eat.”
            “Water is the appetizer.”
Aisha rolled her eyes. “Water? Appetizer? Where did you learn that from? Moira’s special cookery book for idiots?”
Moira pinched her. “Easy on me. I am being nice to you.”
Aisha smiled. “Thank you. But, what I need now is my money.”
            “What money?”
Aisha stared at her. “The money that Craig-fine-faced-robber stole from me.”
Moira smiled as she took her seat beside Aisha. “What did you dream about when you slept?”
Moira raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure? This is a plan for you to see Craig again, right?”
            “Why would I want to see a thief again? For your information, I am over him.”
Moira smiled. “It doesn’t take a genie to know that you can’t fall out of love in a day. So, keep that lie to yourself, darling.”
            “I don’t care what you say, right now. I am going to work this out.” Aisha replied, getting off the bed.
Moira nodded. “What plans do you have to recover your money?”
            “I have none yet. But I want you to think of it.”
Moira shook her head. “No, I am not very proud of playing a part in that sham we did. Even though Alhaji hasn’t directly confronted me, I know he is really disappointed in me, so, I don’t want to have to think of anything now.”
            “What are you afraid of? Is your mind so full of filth that you can’t birth a clean plan?” Aisha asked with a smile.
Moira smiled back. She had a light Aisha with her. “I know you still want to see Craig.”
            “A part of me wants to see him and ask him lots of questions and afterwards slap him.” Aisha replied.
Moira nodded. “That’s all? You forgot something. After the slap…”
            “Then kiss him.” Aisha replied.
Moira smiled. “Okay, so do we set our dogs on his trail? I assure you they’ll comb him out from wherever he is hiding on the surface of the earth.”
            “Why don’t we declare him wanting by reporting him to the police?” Aisha asked with a grin.
Moira frowned. “Aisha? Do you know what that means?”
Aisha shrugged. “He becomes more popular by gracing newspapers and magazines.”
“No, ma. You, my friend, become the ridicule of the town for having a scammer as a fiancée. I am assuming you forgot the society knows about the both of you. We are going private on this one.” Moira replied.
            Aisha nodded. “But what if they can’t find him? There are no numbers to call or places to go, he’s disappeared into the thin air.”
                        “Well, we just have to trust our guys to find him for us. I believe they will.”
Aisha wanted to see Craig again. She knew she might not have the words to say if they eventually did meet again and she might feel low of herself realising that she had wasted her time loving a man that only wanted her for the game, but, she would take her chances. She would want to see him again, even if it is before…she throws him in jail.
            “Any word from Alhaji yet?” Moira asked, jolting Aisha out of her thoughts.
Aisha shook her head. “I apologized to him and I really hope that he could forgive me.”
            “I know he will. I believe he doesn’t hold it too much to heart.” Moira replied.
Aisha rolled her eyes. “Why did he will all my fortune to my child?”
            “Be grateful, at least, he didn’t will it to an outsider.” Moira replied with a smile.
            “Dad is pissed at me. I worked hard to earn all what the family has. Why did he have to that to me?”
Moira smiled. “He is only securing the future of your baby. I would do anything to be born of you right now.” Moira added with a grin. “Where’s Hakeem?”
            “Why are you asking me?”
            “Maybe because I think he would have tried to contact you?”
Aisha fetched her phone from her purse. “He hasn’t and I haven’t either. Do you want to speak to him?”
            “No. But, I have a feeling that Hakeem might just be…you know?” Moira added with a grin.
Aisha rolled her eyes. “Where are you heading with this, Moira?”
            “I am only suggesting something that might be a possibility, the reality of which, we have closed our eyes.”
Aisha smiled. “No, we haven’t closed our eyes. I have closed my eyes to it, you still have your eyes open and you are still very much ‘legally’ single. So, who knows?” Aisha asked as she walked away.

Bolu joined Craig in the living room. “What have you decided?”
            “I don’t know. I can’t keep running like a coward.”
Bolu nodded. “But you can’t act like a fool either. Right now, you have bruised one of the most powerful families and I am sure that they will have their guns blazing for you.”
Craig took a deep breath. “I need to talk to Aisha.”
            “It won’t be easy to go and see her. Why don’t you call her? Maybe you both can arrange to meet somewhere and clear this up.”
Craig shrugged. “That might be an option, but I can’t call her. I want to do things well and do them right.”
            “I just think that going to her is like walking into a trap right now. There would be police everywhere looking for you. We stole…I mean, you stole!” Bolu said with a smile.
Craig sighed. “Well, let them pick me up. I am going to her and I am going to tell her how sorry I am and how I feel about her.”
            “She is not going to believe you and you know why?”
            “Why? Because I stole some money?”
Bolu smiled. “It is not only about the money. Her father just willed to his grandchild, right? Do you think they are going to trust you with that?”
            “You might have a point, but we all make mistakes and I have made mine and I am terribly sorry about it. Is that so hard?”
Bolu smiled. “It isn’t. Except that you are directing it to the wrong person. I am not Aisha.”
            “What if she doesn’t want me?”
Bolu shrugged. “That’s a huge possibility and you have to understand the fact that she is not obligated to forgive you. So, whatever you do, try not to be your usual self.”
            “And what is that?”
Bolu smiled. “Cocky. False humility is the new cool.”
            “I care about her, nothing here is false.” Craig retorted, feeling offended.
Bolu nodded. “It’s a line I picked up, don’t take it personal.”
Craig took a deep breath and approached the door. “Wish me luck and if I don’t return.”
            “Go and win the woman you love, don’t come back if you don’t win her heart.”
Craig stared at him.   
            “Well, the possibility of that is high, so, maybe don’t come back at all, I can enjoy some of your acquired riches.” Bolu said with a smile.
Craig showed him two cards. “I have them with me.” He replied and walked out.

Aisha handed some files to Alhaji Ibrahim. “We have good returns here, Sir.”
            “I’ll look at them after lunch. Do you want to go to lunch with me?”
Aisha smiled. “Thank you, Dad. But, I am going with Moira.”
            “That’s okay by me, I’ll just see you after lunch then before the next meeting.”
She nodded. “Okay, sir.”
            “When are we discussing the details of your break up to the press?”
            “Details?” Aisha asked, looking stunned.
He smiled. “At least, we have to let them know that there won’t be any wedding again…at least, not yet.”
            “Dad, we’ll discuss after lunch. Bye.” Aisha replied and hurried out.
Alhaji took his seat and stared at Aisha’s picture on his table. The door opened after a few minutes and Craig stood before him. “What??? Why are you here?”
Craig blinked as he approached Alhaji. 
            “Sir, I am deeply sorry for disappointing you.”