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One More Time… And Forever – 4




She had indeed loved him like she’d never loved any man before. He’d known it because she’d bared her heart open to him, shared all that was inside of her, all that she’d felt for him with him without holding anything back. She’d loved him without restrain and without reservation, and in same way, she’d given herself to him.

He had been her world, her everything.

And he had destroyed that world and everything he’d meant to her.

She no longer loved him. She would never again love him. She would never again love any man. She was done with love, with men and with relationships.

She wished he hadn’t come back to Lagos.

Kobi stared morosely at the paced traffic. She wished he hadn’t waylaid… okay, maybe he hadn’t actually waylaid her Monday night but it sure had felt like it. It had startled her hearing his voice so close to her ear. It had stirred up a feeling of helpless infuriation having to listen to him talk in his usual self-assured manner. And it had been a quick slash of pain his reminding her of what she’d once felt for him.

One More Time… And Forever – 3




He’d always known he would come back to Lagos. It was a city whose vitality and vivacity roared in his blood. It was where he’d been born, where he’d grown into a man, where he’d sown his wild oats, where he’d make his mistakes and repaired some. But he hadn’t known he would come back for her.

He had left the city, not exactly running from her, but he had returned to it, only because of her.

He wanted her back, desperately.

He wanted her his, like she’d never been before. And he intended to have her. That was non-negotiable. She was his, his for the taking and Chima didn’t care if he was chauvinistically arrogant thinking that way. His wasn’t interested in his motives or means, just in attaining his goal.

“Why exactly are you after her?”

He set down the blender right beside the microwave and turned. Uche was slanted against the door jamb and watching him with his hands jammed in his pockets and his expression, half suspicious.

“Because I want her back.” He bent and lifted the electric stove and wondered why he’d bought it. He wasn’t much of the cooking type and there was the one burner gas cooker already. “I want her for my wife.”

One More Time… And Forever – 2




Mid-April didn’t always come with heavy downpour and thundering storms. But it seemed to be doing so this year. It certainly was doing so that morning. The roar of rumbling thunder accompanied by the whistling crack of lightning rent the air and Kobi winced, ducking even though she was safe under the shelter of her veranda.

She would call in sick, but she never called in sick. She never took excuses, worked on holidays when it was required and beat all her targets. It was how she’d wound up store manager of one of Lagos’ biggest retail stores in just four years.

Hard work kept her grounded and animated. It kept her from losing her mind. So, she would go in today, stormy downpour or not, and she would have a good day at work.

Inhaling, Kobi flipped open her umbrella and walked into the rain.

One More Time… And Forever – 1

EPISODES: 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7



Kobi dressed for dinner with a trepidation that worried her. It was Naeto and she enjoyed being with him. She liked him. There was even an unconscious attraction but… but there were no deep feelings.

She wasn’t in love with him.

That was what worried her, wasn’t it? She didn’t love him. She didn’t want to love him.

She was incapable of loving him.

Kobi frowned at her image in the wood-framed standing mirror as her mind swirled with that last thought. She didn’t believe in love, not anymore. Oh, she knew that love existed and that it was possible between a man and a woman. But she knew also that it didn’t exist for her. Not in this lifetime, if people had more than one.

How many times had she loved and longed, begged, to be loved in return?

Too many times. She’d stopped counting. She’d stopped hoping. She’d stopped waiting. She’d stopped loving. Her heart was frozen—closed off. Not by desire or by enforcement. It had just frozen up on its own, having suffered too many wounds, it’d learned to protect itself.

Dance With Me

It was her brother’s wedding and Chisimdi stared enviously at the couple who were gazing with undiluted adoration into each other’s eyes, oblivious of the jokes from the MC that had guests reeling in laughter.

She couldn’t help her envy, they looked so happy—so in love. Hilary who’d sworn as a teenager that he’d never marry had just exchanged vows with the girl he met barely six months ago. While she, who’d been dreaming of a fairy-tale wedding and happily-ever-after all of her life, sat at his reception single, no-man-in-her-life and helplessly envy-ridden.

Chisimdi felt like such a loser.

She was quite a pretty young woman, had a great job in a telecoms company, had her own car and her very own apartment in a plush side of the Mainland. She was a good Christian girl and she devotedly paid her tithe, month in, month out—no fail. Ladies like her shouldn’t be single and without a man of their own.

Of course, she wasn’t without admirers. There were hordes of men dying for her attention. Well, not hordes, she admitted grudgingly, sipping her wine, but there were men who wanted her. Who were attracted to her and who would anything to have her give them the time of day.

My Heart’s Song – 14




HIS heart hung like a heavy lead against his chest even as he knocked on the door. Then it sank when it was Shiloh’s mother who opened the door.

“Good evening, ma’am.” Jeth worked up the courage to meet her gaze.

Joy pinned her coolest stare on the young man. He looked utterly distressed and heartbreakingly forlorn. “Evening. May I help you?”

“I don’t know if you’d be willing to, ma’am.” By hurting her daughter, he’d hurt her too. Jeth realised that. “I’ve badly botched things with Shiloh. I’ve hurt her so bad, in the worst possible way. She trusted me with everything but I messed up. I blanked, couldn’t think and didn’t know how to handle things. But I should have remembered that this was the woman I loved. The woman I love with all my heart. It shouldn’t have, and doesn’t, matter where she’d been. What matters is where we are going—together.”

A warm balm smothered over the heart she was struggling to harden. “Do you think my daughter is not good enough for you, Jethro?”

My Heart’s Song – 13




JETH stared at the row of chocolate bars and candies. If she were here with him inside the store, she’d be grabbing on every kind of candy on the shelf, piling on Snickers and Kit-Kat bars because those were hers and her mother’s favourites. She was sweet-toothed to a fault and always teased herself that she was lucky to be so petite framed.

Gosh, he missed her so much.

He wasn’t even sure anymore what was keeping him away from being with her. He wasn’t even judging her—not anymore, if he ever unconsciously did so. He missed her, loved her, wanted to be with her—and yet, he couldn’t bring himself to dial her number or go over to her house to see her.

She’d stopped calling. In the last one week and some, she hadn’t called. Not once. She probably had seen through his repeated meaningless, lying excuses and wasn’t having none of them anymore.

She was hurt. Jeth knew that. He didn’t have to hear it in her voice or see the pain etched on her face to know it. He’d hurt her. His withdrawal was hurting her. His silence was hurting her. He was hurting her and Jeth hated that he was doing so. Yet he felt somehow helpless on how to stop himself from continuing doing so.

He should call her.

But what would he say to her?

What did he want to say to her?

“You mean he broke up with you, just like that?”

The astonished somewhat breathy voice broke into Jeth’s distressed thoughts and he found himself tuning his ears in the direction of the conversation.

“He didn’t broke up with me.” The other voice, feminine as well but a little huskier than the other, said with a touch of snootiness. “I broke up with his pompous self-righteous ass. Imagine him thinking he was too good for me, like what the heck?”

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