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The flowers were the loveliest I had seen in a really long time. I blushed like a little child. It was so sweet of him to have brought me these: not just the flowers but the really fresh fruits in the basket, some of which he had arranged on the tray on my bedside table. I looked at him as he picked the fruits to place on the tray and it just felt really good to stare at him all day long. “So tell me, how do you feel now? Really?” He asked gently. “whole or half truth?” I was in the mood to tease, so I answered with another question and smiled weakly. “I could have us dwell on this simple question all day long”. I thought to myself. “Seriously. Are you sure this was not some stunt you pulled to get us all worked up?" This time he smiled sheepishly.. “Why will I pull a stunt? I'm not an attention seeker now. But all of these feels good, anyway. The pampering from everyone." I smiled wider this time. ... and you in particular. You skipped work for me? That&

As they sat in the waiting room waiting for the doctor to come out from the ward to give them the result of the tests carried out and to tell them the fate of their daughter, Tola's mum remembered the events of that morning and couldn't help the tears from falling. Her husband held her hand and squeezed lightly to assure her that all will be well. She sighed heavily and said a short prayer underneath her breath. The events of that morning came rushing back. She remembered her daughter's smile. She had not seen her daughter faint before. She ensured that Tola had the best of care and was thankful that she had no funny ailment that could warrant consistent visits to the hospitals. As healthy as her only daughter was, she ensured that she got examined every three to four months by the doctor. She could not afford anything going wrong with her daughter; the only surviving child she had. It was one of the reasons why she objected to her husband’s suggestion for Tola to sc

Some days are awesome, some days are just there, while some days are terrible. Today was one of such terrible days, even though it started so well. Mum was really careful but I had not had much sleep all through the night, and every little sound woke me up. She shut the door gently behind her, walked quietly to my bed and sat by my side. I had seen her walk in and then shut my eyes again, pretending to still be asleep. I smiled in my mind. My mum will never change. It was Sunday morning and there was church service to attend but on days like this, when her precious daughter had gone all the way to show support to a friend, she could be understanding enough, and even get dad to agree to us attending second service. "Adetola mi, abike okin, omo a ji f'ojo gbogbo dara bi egbin... omo ateni gbola, ateni gbore... my precious, priceless daughter..." I shifted a bit on the bed. I'm sure she suspected my pretense already. Then I smiled when I felt she was smiling a

I have to start this episode by apologizing for the one month break I took from the blog. To be honest, it's a pretty long story but I'm almost done with the project that is keeping me away from being as quick as I want to with posting episodes. I also have to mention that my search for a co-writer is finally over. Thanks to everyone that showed interest. I appreciate you all. Don't let me delay you further. I hope you enjoy this episode, and I hope I get to post the subsequent episodes faster than usual. Enjoy the read, people. I'd love to hear your thoughts and predictions for the next episode. Do feel free t o share with fr ien ds and leave a comm ent. xoxo... Faith ********************************************************************* The busyness in the room was overwhelming. I had to push myself through the make-up and hair stylists, plus their assistants, not forgetting the photographer calling the shots, plus his assistant carrying the stand for the fla