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“I can’t cope with this any longer!” Matt gritted his teeth at the sight of the messy kitchen. “How exactly did I get myself into this?” He walked out to the sitting room again, tossing his briefcase onto the couch.

It was the odious ratty smell that got his legs moving towards the kitchen area in the first place.

“Vera! Vera! Vera!” He stalked in the ascension of the stairs towards the master bedroom, it’s been a week now, since Vera kept promising to clear up the dirty dishes, “won’t you answer?” He ranted. Cracking the doorknob unlock, he dashed into the room, his eyes trailing every nook and cranny of the unkempt room, finally landing on the woman figure lying on the bed.

“Jeez!” His teeth-gritting even more.

“Wake up, wake up!” He tapped on Vera persistently.

“Love!” Vera lazily stretched, yawning with her hands over her wide-opened mouth. “Oh? You’re back!” Wiping her eyes for the umpteenth time, her gaze instantly fixed on their apple-shaped wall clock directly before her. “What?!” Being so shocked, as regarding the fact that she hadn’t finished her chores in the house. The time read 4:35 in the evening, she was only able to do the laundry and cleaning of the sitting room. She still didn’t turn to see the state of the raged man before her.

“You’re rather early today,” she yawned again, turning her face to him.

“Owww!” She gasped, his raged looks bringing her to the limelight of the room’s state. “I’m sorry love, I didn’t mean to…” She jumped out of the bed at once, not completing her words.

“Oh my! Where could the scrubbing brush be?” She tried to fix the hairnet properly on her head, confusingly pacing back and forth several times, before eventually dashing down in descension towards the storeroom that housed cleaning items and some other necessary stuff. “Gosh, how much longer could I have slept?!” She blatted, cracking the door open.

Getting the necessary items that’ll be needed for the clean-up, she dashed upstairs again, with no waste of time.

By the time she has entered the room and begun cleaning, Matt’s raging countenance had cooled off a bit. He was seated on the sofa now, with head bent, rubbing his glistening shaved head.

Raising up his head again, he stared towards the petite yet walnut skinned-colored woman before him in bewilderment.

The way her skimpy straight legs kept crossing each other in movement, as she busied with scrubbing the corn-silked tiled floor, seemed a little fascinating.

He’s really never taken a proper look at the woman who he’d just barely gotten married to, three months ago. She looked rather small-natured but was one audacious woman he’d ever crossed paths with.

She had just finished parking the dusty dirt into the dustpan and hurried towards the wardrobe, beginning to take down the clothes hanging on the wardrobe’s panel door, alongside the ones scattered within it.

He wondered why it seemed so difficult for her to cope with doing simple house chores. Wasn’t she the one who’d been a secretary worker all these years, How come she was so lazy? If not his insistence that she should quit her job, how would she have coped with combining the chores and her job? Obviously, with observations, Vera seemed totally out of it when it concerned the home?

Massaging his forehead lightly, he heaved a deep sigh.

“You should take off your office wear love, don’t you think so?” Her fruity voice came through softly, “and then go have a shower.” She continued, “I’ll be done with this in few minutes, then fix up something for you to eat!” She concluded, folding the clothes neatly.

Trying not to raise his voice, “in few minutes you say.” He replied instantly. “What then happens to those dirty dishes in the kitchen that smells like a dead rat?” He pointed a finger leftward, assuming the kitchen was just around there somehow. Meanwhile, it was downstairs.

“I’ll clean them up, don’t worry!” She beamed a smile, tucking the neatly folded clothes into their respective drawers, and hanging the ones to be hung on the hanging rail.

That smile of hers again, he mused, rising to his feet. That smile had a melting effect that made his heart skip in fervor beats. How is she even able to do that to him, especially now that he’s so pissed off with her indolence. He meandered towards the dressing room to undress.

Talking about fixing up something for him to eat. Aside from junks, fried noodles, and maybe tea, Vera wasn’t one who could prepare a wholesome meal, even with stuck groceries in the fridge, and at this moment he wasn’t even ready to gulp down anything insatiable.

How did I even end up with baggage like this? He heaved another sigh, walking into the bathroom he cracked the door locked. Turning on the shower, he wriggled his head involuntarily, as the soothing chills of water ran down his body, calming his nerves.


In few minutes he was out. Walking into the room, there was no trace of Vera in it. He went about putting on his shorts and armless polo shirt, and then sauntered in descension of the stairs towards the sitting room, but the beautiful vocal tune, his ears took in, rather got his legs moving towards the kitchen area.

With legs crossed and arms wrapped around, he leaned his back against the wall very close to the kitchen’s entrance. So enthralled from the tune, his eyes slowly drifted close, taking all in.

“Ouch!” His fantigue was cut short by the shriek, his feet racing into the kitchen at once. Vera’s finger was bleeding profusely, the knife covered with soapy water inside the kitchen’s sink had her finger injured, but it wasn’t a very deep cut.

Yelping, “gosh! You should have been more careful.” Anxiously taking hold of Vera’s finger, he brought it under the running tap.

Dashing up to their room and coming down again, he brought the first-aid kit. Helping her up the kitchen’s counter, he went about opening the kit.

Vera’s face contorting, “arrghhh!” She cried with eyes closed. as Matt cleaned the injury with the methylated spirit. Studying the contorting features of her face, he found himself admiring her. She looked even more pretty like a toddler hissy fitting.

Carefully, he wrapped the injured finger with a bandage. His gaze lifting met with hers and for a moment of worth silence, both became lost in their own world.

Matt had really never taken a good look at this woman, this woman was having some good effect on him. Wasn’t it this same woman, he feels was nothing close to what he deemed a perfect lady? She was the first to approach him for marriage, stating she was only obeying supreme orders.

After about four months of fervent prayers, series of confirmation from God followed, but he kept doubting, and the more he doubted, the stronger the confirmations became.

Vera had disappeared immediately after obeying her so-called orders, and this had added to his doubts at that time. All the same, he eventually became willing to go on with the marriage proposal after about seven months passing, only because it was God’s concern, not that it was what he desired for, the very reason he rates her audacious because not just any woman would have dared such orders easily.

Now, Matt had grown into a sadist, totally despondent about anything regarding tieing the knot, after being turned down directly and indirectly by eight women already. Not that he wasn’t suitable or desirable enough. In fact, most, if not all showed interest in him to a good extent, but anytime he’d forged ahead to click the green button, it simultaneously turned red. Not knowing why that kept happening to him, he resolved that being single was his fate, so he closed his heart and eyes up from looking at any female direction.

His marriage to Vera was and still isn’t the romantic kind. Not that he really hated her, but he didn’t love her all the same, the love ignition to him was lost.

Interestingly, their marriage of barely three months was seldom blissful. They hardly never had problems, except for the fact that Vera was one indolent woman, and that always got to him.

As he gazed into those fiery black eyes, his hand gently stroking the oily yet tender oblong face, his heart fluttered. He was already getting drawn to her in some sort of way, maybe the spark in him was not lost after all, because this small-natured woman was gradually stirring up something within him.

Suddenly jerking from the almost gentle touch of their lips, he withdrew his hand from her face instantly, and at that moment, the serenity around them turned awkward.

Walking to the kitchen’s sink, “I’ll take it up from here, you can rest now.” He said not looking at her. Vera gave no reply. Instead, a surge of disappointment and anger had taken over her.

Jumping down from the counter she’d been sitting all along, she stalked out of the kitchen. Matt could feel the rage from her steps, yet he restrained himself from going after her, burying his head about cleaning the dishes. This wasn’t the first time they’d gone to an extent of their own world, but he had always been the one ending the light-up flame.

Half an hour later, Vera’s perturbing and insistent dials of a number on her phone’s screen, was eventually answered.

“He doesn’t even touch me, doesn’t even look at me, I’m beginning to feel I’m just a slave here,” pacing in angst back and forth in the room, chopping off her fingernails anxiously with her teeth. “It’s barely three months of marriage with him, but how long will it take for me to feel like a content wife? Do you really think I can cope with this Nne?” Her heart-squeezing inside of her gave way to soft sobs.

“He gives me mixed feelings! Am I not beautiful enough Nne, ehn? His touching me always ends up making me feel like dirt. Wait, does it have anything to do with my petite nature, I can always get fat you know?” She kept pouring out, not even allowing her mum whom she had called speak.

“His not relating to me as his wife, that alone is another case that just gets to me Nne, in some dark way. My heart aches Nne, it aches badly, I feel like I’m going to lose my breath.” She groaned, with her hands squeezing the middle part of her chest.

“I was better off just being single you know. Is this some sort of punishment for me, God? Arrghhh! Where have I gone wrong?” The phone slipping off her hands, her knees giving in to a cringe got her butts dropping down on the corn-silk floor, as she cried her heart out defiantly.

She could barely hear the poor woman who was calling out to her through the phone until the woman hung up with a resolve to call her later.


Matt was just at the entrance to the room, his ears taking in every word Vera had said. He didn’t realize how deeply affected he was until a tear trickled down his cheek.

It was about time to become a duly deserving husband. He hadn’t even noticed until now, how much of a cool-blooded monster he’d become, dwelling in the negativity of his past predicaments, and how he didn’t take note, that within the cheerful and warming personality was a woman so completely broken.

She was totally undeserving of all the pains he’d caused her. Hiding through that heart-piercing smile, was a well of sadness unknown to him, and it was now his dawn to put his acts together.

Not knowing how his feet got into the room, he squatted before her, taking her into his bosom, but she pushed him away.

“I’m sorry for everything Vera. Tell me, just how can I amend this, and I promise…”

“Just love me, that’s all. Is it too much to ask?” Vera interrupted, with reddened eyes and tear-stained face.

“Teach me, I’m afraid I don’t know-how,” Matt replied softly with shaky hands. “Or maybe I’ve forgotten how, after I’d lost myself.” He sighed, rising up to his feet.

She looked up to meet his perplexed gaze, “tell me, tell me all about it. Maybe just then, you’ll know how to, once again.” He instantly nodded in reply to her. He just couldn’t keep it in anymore, he needed to air it all out. Maybe just then he’ll be able to live in the light again. Vera wiping off her tears took her husband’s hands.

“I’ll have to fix up something for us to eat first. After that, I’ll tell you all about it.” He retorted.

Sniffing, “okay, I’m starving you know.” She beamed her heart-melting smile.

“As much as myself.” Matt retorted. They giggled, and with Vera’s leading, they hurried down towards the kitchen, still holding their hands.


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Life Of a Pretentious Female Lover- A Story



Life Of a Pretentious Female Lover

“Life Of a Pretentious Female Lover”

When we walked up to that altar, right before his holy presence.
At first, I thought the rudiments of that day would always be sure to reserve what I first saw in you, the exact thing that made me stand firm to those scary trying questions uttered by the priests’ but yet still had myself say

Yes, I Do..and finally with you having it sealed with a KISS OF BETRAYAL and right before everyone that witnessed our Union.
I still remember the first day we met when I had a heart emptied of love cause it was just I in search of something else until your sudden unexpected loving presence interrupted swiftly and then made my heart skip saying…

“There’s so much good in you that isn’t meant for just this moment not to talk of a day perhaps”
Show me a little more of your kindness “I yearned”
Let me get to know you more “I pleaded”
Let your happiness revolve around us.. for all I care.
Make me a part of who you are ” That was all I ever wanted with you and of course you know that if souls do exist having mates, that I sure wouldn’t bother losing mine to you so then, I asked you out and you told me you couldn’t make it out;
And so of course, I had thought you were the busy type “wow” Am impressed!
But then I was surprised you later showed up and with you, that day was marked one of the best I ever had in life and so that left me thinking.. if I found such happiness and moments of heartfelt peace within me having had just a day spent with you, then how about spending the rest of my life with you? “I asked myself” and of course, I never planned on letting you go until you say being my wife along with beams of much smiles on ur moonlight face towards me.
“Crazy me”
I had imagined (smiles)
So then I got drunk and had you drive me home..!
Thanks anyway, but then I asked you to stay back and I was surprised to hear you say “Mama” would be worried about you!
I can call her if you want and then have I and my relatives coming to pay off your bride price the next morning and I guess that made you smile.
Well, thank God at least, you pitied my situation and had yourself stay back but then that got me wondering how hard you’d played to get convinced for something you may really had want doing..(smiles)
Then, all I asked from you was just one night with you only to hear you say that if you should do so, it would be your first time..Whoa!! (Glasses felled off) “I exclaimed” and for some hours that got me thinking that if only you’d make me your first and then I made you my woman in return, that you would always be faithful but guess what happened afterward after I had unleashed you,
I meant;
I found out that you’d just been playing a game of “hidden imperfections..” of which I had to find out myself and so did I make up my mind and then finally deserted you disappointedly, but because you still wouldn’t want to admit to your wrongs that “Game’s over..” (sniffed, sobs as he nods hurtfully sitting head bent on the bed)

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Story Title: The Office Assistant



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The Office Assistant

 Chapter one  

Belky Austin. A talented nurse, average height. chocolate in complexion. brown eyes, short dark hair, long lashes.

From New York had lost her job 3 years ago, when her mother gave up the ghost from food poisoning. That day had been the worst day of her life. she had’nt been able to cope at all.

She had gone to the hospital where she worked and told them that she was no longer interested.

The guilt of her mother’s death weighed her down. Had she been there that day, her mother wouldn’t have been poisoned.

Now, she had to look for another hospital cause she was so ashamed to go back to where she had been working.

So she called her best friend Alexandra to help her find good in a nice hospital.

Alexandra had been her best friend since grade 5. they had never broken up then and will never break up as the case seemed to be.

Alexandra called her a week after to tell her that she had found a hospital for her. Mary-land by name.

Belky was more than glad, she thanked her best friend and decided to apply for the job.

The next day, she applied for the job online. Surprisingly, she was called for an interview Belky was so excited.

Arriving at the hospital, she met so many new faces. As a new person, she wandered about entering the wrong rooms and asking for help to know her way around. She was about entering a particular room when a male voice stopped her.

“Hey, what are you looking for?”

She turned and came face to face with a nice looking man, probably a doctor too, she thought.  He was wearing a white coat, maybe he was her age mate too, she couldn’t guess his age. Tall in height, fair in complexion, curly and stylish hair, he was staring at her from hair to toe.

“Actually, I came for an interview,”

She replied the man

“Oh, are you Belky Austin”

The doctor asked

“Yes,” She replied.

He asked her to follow him to his office and she did. There, he interviewed her. she learned that his name was John Kennedy,  the chief doctor, a specialist in pediatrics.

“Well I can see that you will be a great nurse and as the case maybe you will have to report back here tomorrow. Then I can find a unit to fix  you.”

Belky was couldn’t believe her ears, the dream she had almost given up on was going to be actualized. She had so much love for children. It had always been her dream to take care of them as a nurse.

She practically floated out of the hospital after thanking the doctor. she was all smiling. She quickly dialed Alexandra who picked up Immediately.

“Guess what Alex!” she screamed over the phone.

“Well, you got the job”   Alex answered.

“Yes! I am super excited, thank you so much,” she said softly.

“No need to thank me. I will always do that for you. And don’t forget,  this calls for a celebration.” Alex told her. And the call ended.

It was a Monday and the first day of work. She didn’t know what to wear. Alexandra had told her to look hot and sexy and she been a little bit confused. Why on Earth should she look hot and sexy, just for a nurse’s job, she wasn’t doing on a date so why the fuss about looking hot and sexy? She had thought.

But come to think of it, she had to impress her employer, so she would rather dress smart than hot and sexy as she was told.

She went to her wardrobe and chose a cloth. She chose a mini black gown, black wedge, with her little handbag made from animal skin. At least, that would do the job.

She wore her costume and put on some makeup and left her apartment.

On arrival, she asked a nurse she met on the way about the chief’s office for she had forgotten the way. She was led to a door and was told to knock.

She knocked and a male voice told her to come in. She bumped into a lady probably a nurse leaving in a hurry as if in a state of dilemma. Anyways, she thought, only God knew what had happened there

“Hello, Belky,”

The voice dove into her thought

“Ain’t you going to take a sit?”

Then she realized she was standing. She made for a sit.

“Well Belky, I assume that today is your first day at work and my PA would have given you the details on work here, but unfortunately she isn’t around and wouldn’t be here again. So I will do the job and you will act as my P A.”

He finalized. what?! Already? on her first day of work? she hadn’t even started work yet and he was already assigning her to be his PA.

She was confused, happy, and surprised. She had no other option than to accept the job. The doctor took her outside to show her the building and to introduce her to other nurses and doctors.

However, as she and the doctor passed a group of nurses, she heard a side comment

“Am so sorry for this lady. Very soon she would end up like Nicky.”

As she turned around to stare at them, they pretended as if they hadn’t uttered a word.

She knew she would find out later, she wasn’t the type that would hear a word about herself and not find out. Curiosity they said kills the cat, but, curiosity makes Belly become more inquisitive and more careful.

The doctor took her to a different unit and she was glad, very happy indeed. This job would help her.

Becoming a PA to John Kennedy was nice because it was still her first day at John was a very nice person though. He bought her things and cracked some jokes with her during his free period. He is really a funny person.

She thought, her job was just to help him out in filling out forms and calling in some patients for him to examine. It was really nice. After work, the doctor dropped her at home.


The next day of work. How would it be? She wondered. She had already told Alex about the PA stuff and Alex had been happy for her. She had even promised to visit during her free day because of her tight business.

Belky now as a nurse, wore a white blouse and Jean trousers, brown leather sandals, and then her white coat. She looked in the mirror and saw how amazing she looked.

Belky was looking great and it made her very happy. She didn’t need to make up today, she was naturally cute, besides she had patients to attend to.

On opening the gate of her compound, she saw a car parked outside.  Probably, waiting for her neighbor next door, she thought. But as she made to pass by the car, a voice from the car stopped her. The voice was familiar.

“Belky, would you mind?” On turning, she saw her doctor and her heart skipped a beat. God, what was he doing in her house this morning? Hadn’t he slept at all? And who told him that she was leaving by this time. This was the question she wanted to ask him but she couldn’t. She knew she couldn’t.

She put on her usual smile, the fake one that fooled people. He opened the door to the passenger seat so she could enter. Once she was seated he started the engine and they were on their way.

At the hospital, all eyes were on her as she walked in with the doctor. Belly was embarrassed. What’s up with all the stares? She wondered if this was how he treats his PA then why were they staring like this? She hurriedly left his side and entered the office.

She dropped her handbag and began arranging the files. She was still busy when he opened the door without her noticing.

Coming to his work, John was perfect,  he knew it all but in terms of relationship, he had nothing to offer.  He is handsome, caring, but foolish when kt came to relationships, he couldn’t sit for a while with a particular woman, a woman today, another tomorrow.

But on this day, he was totally different. He didn’t know why he had woken up that morning, so early just to please Belky his newly made PA. And right now, here he was staring at her arranging the files on his desk. Was this love? Or his usual sexual desire for girls? He wondered.

Belky on turning, met his eyes, with a smile she told him that she was just arranging the files. He knew he hadn’t asked her, so why was she been too honest. But the smile killed him.

He was not his usual self. Damn it. John told himself it was just lust and nothing more. If she knew her fate, she wouldn’t be standing there smiling at him like that.

He closed the door behind him went around his desk and sat.  Belky went about bringing in patients and helping him attend to some of them.

At her break time, she went out to feel the fresh air of Maryland hospital. Belly went to the cafeteria to have some snacks, there she met a nurse getting snacks too. That urge to ask about Nicky the former PA came back, she needed to know.

She couldn’t just ask John. She was glad when the nurse came to her asking how the work as a PA was going.  she smiled replying to her that it was nice. Again she saw that look of I’m sorry for her, she will end up like Nicky. It was now or never.

“Do you know about Nicky?”  Belky asked

“Yeah. Nicky was our chief PA until one day our chief asked her for sex and she refused and that was the end of her job.  But then, they had been doing that since I don’t know why Nicky decided to refuse him that very day,” she sighed.  ” Anyway, he does it with all his PA. So get ready to accept or be kicked off dear.” The nurse told her bluntly.

The snacks she had bitten into lost its taste but she managed to swallow. It was hell hearing that. Now she had to look for another job.

She had to now or wait and get stranded.

However, John not seeing her at the hospital felt distracted, where was she? Was all his mind asked? He couldn’t take it any longer when after the break she wasn’t around, he went around, secretly searching for her and when finally he found her at the cafeteria he felt a sudden jolt of relief.

But why was she sad? He didn’t know. He left her alone and went back to the hospital.

Belky glanced at her watch and realized her mistake. A minute after the break and she was still outside. She rushed back to the hospital and met John pacing around the room.

“Where have you been?” he asked her. But actually, he wanted to hug her and ask why she was sad but all he could do was just ask that.

“I’m sorry, i…” she said, but he cut her suddenly

“You are dismissed, for now, just go home, am a bit busy right now,”  he said and left her standing looking mortified in this office.

John had no idea why he was reacting this way. He had no idea why he couldn’t take her out if his head.


Gradually it was coming, very soon he would ask for sex and she would say NO and that would be the end of her.

To avoid further embarrassment, she took her bag and left the office to her apartment. She dialed Alex number but it was switched off, it could have gone straight to voicemail but Belly hung up. She was confused, she ate and slept off. By 10:00 pm, her phone rang and it was a strange number.

She picked it up, that voice again, now familiar to her ears. Her doctor. 

“Belky, sorry to disturb you, but I have an emergency and I need you to come over. Just dress up and I will come to pick you up.”  He told her and ended the call. She hurriedly dressed and was already out on the streets when she saw his car. He stopped and came down

“I Am Sorry, I made you walk a bit,”  he told her while opening the door for her to enter.

“No problem doc,” she replied climbing into the car.

He drove so fast, Belky almost vomited due to car sickness.

John changed into his surgery uniform once they got into the hospital and she did the same. They entered the theater and started operating they worked on a child that had a Brain tumor.

There was a moment when Belky thought he was crying when the child’s blood level dropped. But then it was ok again. Doctor John knew his job well.

Although there were 3 nurses, he asked her only to follow him after the operation, he took off his coat Belly did so too. The worst was over the child would be fine.

Relieve flooded her system.

Belky as a PA was meant to be there, so it wasn’t new. It made a big impact on him. He was happy just because of her presence, he wanted to apologize for calling her off, but he couldn’t. He didn’t know why.  It was pride of-course.

“I Am happy you came,”  he said

“That’s my job, so I am always ready,”  she had said it all, but why was she sad that afternoon?

“I will take you home, so don’t worry about transportation,” he said

“You don’t need to worry I will find a cab. You need rest so don’t bother.” She told him.

It dawned on him that she was not going to agree with him.

“No, I can’t leave my PA to wander the streets of New York at this hour, so I will just have to take you home, no more words.”  He took her by the hands and led her to his car,  they drove back to her apartment.

She asked if he would come at the moment they arrived at her apartment and he agreed. On getting to her door she asked herself what she had done? What if today this moment was when she might lose her job. But she had no idea how wrong she was.

She offered him tea and he was more than glad to accept. Her house was beautified with her pictures and those girlish stickers. He drank tea and ate some sandwiches. He never drank tea.

She told stories that made him laugh. Belky Austin was a beautiful woman with a good sense of humor, he didn’t fail to realize.

“So I will make up for waking you up so late,” He told her as he made his way to the door.

“On Saturday, I will come over.” He blurted out surprising himself too.

That was it, he was going to ask her for sex and get kicked out. She was prepared for it. However, he had to leave.

“I will leave now” John muttered, thanked her for the food and left.

Saturday was a hectic day for her. The thought of him coming to her house made her have goose pimples. She wasn’t used to having a man spend twenty-four hours in her house. And worst still, he hadn’t told her when he was going to come, so that made her panic a little.

What if he came when she had just finished bathing how would she act?  She was confused. She decided to go about her normal daily Saturday routine of cleaning the toilet, bathroom, and some parts of her room. Then sprayed some air freshener.

She hurriedly took her bath,  prepared some food, and waited. Still, nobody came, she thought it was just his usual pranks so she had to continue with her usual…she took out her laptop and started browsing on some jobs available, lucky enough she found one, she started applying for it immediately and on the process, she heard a knock.

She wondered if it was doctor John, she glanced at the wall clock a minute to four it read. She went to open the door. Meanwhile, she was on shorts and a singlet.

She saw her It was him, he stood there on her porch smiling at her. “Hello pretty” he greeted finally.

She smiled too, welcoming him in. she felt a little embarrassed cause of her attire.

John had taken notice of what she was putting on . His heart skipped again, he had seen how curvy she looked and longed to take her in his arms but he just couldn’t, he didn’t know how to ask her. But then, this was the game he always played, how come it was now too difficult for him with her?

They sat in the parlor discussing nothing and everything.

John was lost in thought, why Belky did most of the talking. He didn’t know what to say to her, he had promised to come and here he was, just staring at her. Probably, she was waiting for him to say something.

“Wow, what a nice laptop you have,” John blurted out while opening the laptop and turning it on.

It was late, the job she had been applying for stared back at John. John had definitely seen it. He looked at her then back at the job application on the system. He was speechless and so was she. John was angry, mad, why was she applying for another job when she was already working? Was she planning on leaving him? Who had told her to do so? He was filled with rage.

That Saturday mood and vibes had just died and the next thing she heard from him was.

“you are fired!” with this, he made out of her house.

She was beyond shocked, yes she had been preparing to get fired but hadn’t expected it to be this way. She didn’t know what to do. Meaning that she  couldn’t  go back there and those other nurses would laugh at her.

She rushed to her room with tears in her eyes. She had to tell Alex, so she dialed her number it went through, immediately Alex picked.

“Hello dear, what’s the problem?” Alex asked.

“Alex I need you to come over, please…I’m finished” she sobbed.

John was filled with anger as he drove back home, what was that he just did? He did’nt know why he was even angry at her. He wanted to call her and tell her that he was sorry, to ask her if she would come back.

Belky had always made his day, so why did he end up hurting her. He was mad at himself. So he wouldn’t see her at work again. He felt dejected, he felt as if something had left him. She would leave with his heart.


 “You mean he said that to you. God…” Alex sighed, “does he have feelings for you or something? Why did that get him upset?” Alex asked Belky who was laughing at what she just asked.

“Feelings? don’t talk about that my boss is a womanizer so…” she replied.

Alex was angry at the so-called John of a man. How could he just fire her because he saw something on Belky’s laptop? As a friend, she consoled Belky and promised to find her another job.

Alex was a friend indeed.

Chapter four

On a Monday morning, no place to go. Belky sat on the sofa crossed legged,  thinking, she would have been at work now laughing with some patients and doing some sort of work. But here she was in her parlor staring at the ceiling and fans. What a life to live.

John as usual,  had gone to work and hadn’t seen Belky. He was down, what had even made him say that trash to her. A knock on his room door dove into his thoughts. He thought it was Belky he hurriedly told the person to come in and was disappointed when he saw a nurse with someone else.

She told him that she was looking for a job as a PA. Hell had it, who on Earth told them that Belky was fired. Then it occurred to him that they might have told her something. He knew what that was. That he was bullshit and that she would be kicked out soon. But why on Earth again was he thinking about her now?

“Well, I’m not in need of a PA now, I still have one.” He said to the lady and told her not to return again.


After work that day, he drove straight to Belky’s, she opened up the door to him. She sat and harshly told him to say what he came for and leave.

She had the right to push him out. She was no longer under him and would not as the case may be. “Belky,” he called “I am sorry,” he said.

She smiled the fake one of-course and told him to get going she didn’t need his apologies. His heart was racing, he wanted nothing more than to kiss her.

Whether it was love or lust he didn’t care.

He rushed back to her and kissed her. Belky pushed him back not before giving him a resounding slap.

“Do you think I will become like those ladies you use and dump? I knew you were going to ask me for sex and then kick me out, that’s why I had to quit the job. You are a womanizer John. I hate you…you sex manic.” She finished breathing heavily.

Like seriously, no girl had ever raised a hand at him, talk more of embarrassing him. He left the house.

Belky had seen it all, she would rather remain jobless than allow herself sleep with John Kennedy.

John had an emergency call but he couldn’t go because he complained about been seriously ill. For weeks now, he hadn’t been to the hospital and when Belky heard about it, she felt guilty.

What if it was because of the slap? she made up her mind to go visit him.

John was more than glad when he saw her, In-fact his sickness disappeared. He missed her like hell. It was love and not lust but Belky would not believe.

Belky took care of him that day. She wanted to make up for what she had done to him. She prepared some food and made jokes. It was fun.

He didn’t want her to leave but, she had to and promised to come back the next day.

She continued keeping him company and gradually she realized he was a likable man.

John on the other hand, was falling in love with her but because of his reputation, he couldn’t tell her. Clearly, she wouldn’t believe it. But he knew he couldn’t keep living that way. He decided to try harder.

On that fateful day, Belky came to the house by noon time and did her usual. John pretended to be very sick in other to keep her till Dawn and his plan worked out perfectly.

Belky had to keep him company. He kept complaining of pains and when it was really late and he knew that she couldn’t leave at that time, he pleaded with her to spend a night in the guest room.

Belky had no choice she agreed she was so tired and needed to rest her head. So there was no room for arguments.

They stepped outside the room to receive some fresh air. Though she was tired she felt it was the least she could do.

“I am sorry for calling you off. truly sorry, I was a bit jealous that you were going to leave me to work elsewhere, I had no choice but staying without you has been the worst part. I can’t stay without you Belky Please let me be the reason for your joy.”

She was surprised, tiredness vanished.

He held her hands when she decided to talk. He placed a finger to her lips and then leaned in to kiss her. The kiss was long, she returned the kiss, holding him really tight, she had fallen for him. She loved him.

He picked her up to his room and kissed her some more. No need to sleep in the guest room. Their night was full of romance. He didn’t ask her for sex. He had to make her believe that sex was not the only thing he needed. He needed everything she had, everything she needed. Her joy, happiness, Love…of-course sex would come but last.


John went back to work together with Belky. They went out on many occasions to have fun. Their relationship was going to last anyway because he had made it known to everyone in the hospital that she was the woman of his dreams.

They were surprised to hear that Doctor John Kennedy of all people would be so bold to announce that he was engaged. Probably he has changed.

Some were not happy anyway. Like the nurse who told Belky about been kicked out.

The reverse was her own case because she was fired a month later, trying to seduce John.

Belky was later promoted to the chief head while john became a director. Everything was going well for them. Their friend Alexandra was not left out, she too was Happy and glad for her friend.

Some months later, John took Belky out on a date, it was a surprise to her, he  lied to her that it was a celebration in form of a date. There John proposed to her, she agreed and their was merriment of-course.

Indeed it was the best proposal.



Suddenly, Belky’s doorbell rang and she woke up from her deep and funny dream. It was time to work and her friend had come to wait for her.

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The fire lighter


15th April 2019.

It was midday when Kenny woke with a dreadful hangover. The previous day had been awfully long and wasted with empty bottles of whiskey littered around. Although light bulbs glowed, a dark side of emptiness engulfed the entire room. He was lying sprawled in bed, his head throbbed painfully, and a party went on in his stomach. Feelings enveloped him; nausea, grief, emptiness……….His phone beeped. There were two WhatsApp texts.                                                                                                                                               The first from LEAD man. It read: Dear Kenny, we have agreed to your request for an anonymous therapy. We forwarded your details to the therapist that will be in charge of you.                                                                                                                                               “In charge of me? silly!”, he frowned.                                                                                                We assure you that whatever that will be discussed stays between you and the therapist assigned to you. We believe in you and that you can Live  Everyday Above Depression.     The other, from an unnamed number: Hi. Good day. I am your anonymous therapist. Nice to meet you. He left the chat background to the person’s profile. No profile picture. What do you know about me? He typed.                                                                                     Just your name, Kenny. Was the reply.                                                                                                 What’s your name? He typed again.                                                                                      Call me Firelighter.                                                                                                                                                       “Let’s try this Ikenna”, he said to himself with a pinched ironic smile and held the phone for a while. The room was still, except the whistling sound from the rotating ceiling fan.


26th May 2019.


I woke up late like I did every Saturday. After a series of devotion and short prayers, I dragged myself to the kitchen and lit the burner. Yesterday had been hectic, and my cluttered room showed scattered files, sheets, and clothes on the floor, and Rachel Hogan’s GIRL WASH YOUR FACE with Gary Chapman’s THE FIVE LOVE LANGUAGES FOR SINGLES laid open on my bed. In few minutes, I gave my room a deserved cleaning and busied myself by my desk sipping honeyed lime tea ( my sister’s weight loss recipe) while writing for a blog on SIGNS THAT YOU ARE NOT READY TO DATE. I wondered why I chose the topic, perhaps to prove to myself or what? I hissed, reached for my phone, and switched on my data connection. Whatsapp messages flooded in.                               MOM: I have arranged foodstuffs for you and Lemechi. I will waybill yours next week. Hope you are well?  I replied: Thanks mom (smiley emoticon). I love you.  I got two new jobs as a freelance writer. Tell dad, he’ll be proud.                                               Nwaelemechi: Dajuamobi. Add ginger to the lime tea. It hastens the process, especially with your horrible belly fat. I turned to my brown mug and the scented steam from it. I wasn’t so surprised by my sister’s taunts. I didn’t reply and never drank lime tea after that day.                                                                                                                                  Kathy: Thanks ma’am, I tried it out. I didn’t lose out on anything as you said. I’ll tell you the details later…….Very good Kath (thumb up emoticon). I’m happy for you. Let’s talk later.                                                                                                                                                      Bestie: What!! Since when? And you’re just telling me. Won’t he find out?. But really D.J, are you okay with this? I know that you have always loved him.                                         I smiled. Light bulbs went on, making my room bask in its brightness. I stood, plugged in my laptop, and played Sia’s UNSTOPPABLE.                                                                                                                                     Back to my phone, I replied: Chii, I know it’s crazy, but I’ll be fine. Besides, I’m being professional. He won’t find out, so I guess everything will be fine.                                           “All will be fine”, I whispered. The last message was from him.                                  Kenny: I resumed work today to host my program. I missed it. I missed life. Mom and Dad are proceeding with the divorce. They should have done that long ago, perhaps Steph wouldn’t have died. I won’t keep holding unto the past. How are you doing Firelighter? When are you going to tell me your real name and show me your picture? I shouldn’t have requested anonymity. Have a great day.                                                        I’m good Kenny. I’m glad that you’re improving. I would tune in to hear your voice on the air. Hope you read the book? All the best.                                                                                                                                  My eyes moved to my wall planner and spotted a poem I had written months ago. I sent him the poem in his early days of therapy. He was open and it helped. Yet I wanted to do more but couldn’t. Kenny was a part of my life that had been untouched for a year now. Chii’s words now rang in my head. I’ll be fine. I assured myself.                          “You’ve got this Dajua. You do”. I plugged in my phone.


By 2 pm, I clocked out and headed home. I don’t drive, it triggers my PTSD, so I boarded a cab. I was at the backseat when I got a text from Dad: We’ll be in court on Monday. Your mother blames me for Steph’s death. You should come.                                The ride was a bumpy one as the rainy season set in, and I wondered, as we rode through cracked roads, how I could ever love two people hell-bent on destroying each other after destroying Steph’s life. Firelighter had told me to seek love through giving love. To love my parents nonetheless, using their love language, for my peace of mind.

I read THE FIVE LOVE LANGUAGES FOR SINGLES by Gary Chapman she had recommended. I figured out my love language and wanted to know hers, but I couldn’t ask. It was inappropriate. The past five weeks had been awesome and I shouldn’t ruin it. I picked my phone from the chair and read her messages.                                                 Thanks, ma’am(Heart emoticon). I’m still reading the book. I’ve got news from Dad. They’ll be in court tomorrow. Are you busy? Let’s talk via WhatsApp call.        

She was online.          

Sorry, Kenny, We can’t do calls. Hope you’re good?  Will you attend the court hearing?     

Why can’t we?  I am good, thanks. I’ll go only if you come with me as a support system.    

This therapy session is anonymous, remember?  And I have a program to attend on Monday. It’s a charity event at the Marian  Convection center.                                                       

Does it exclude calls? I heard about the program on air,  I will come to see you.


Firelighter? Are you there?

She went offline.

Take care.



“So he still doesn’t know?”, Chii asked by the kitchen counter. Her hands over the utensils cupboard.                                                                                                                          “No”, I replied.                                                                                                                                    “How long do you intend to hide this?”, she was opening the fridge now.” Bia don’t you have food here?”.                                                                                                                          “I ran out of food. I could meet him tomorrow at the convention center”.                                   “What did you eat this morning?”, she asked, looking at me now.                                       “Yale bread with Akara and a cup of Cowbell instant coffee”. I reached out to a plastic container on the counter and kept it in a dish rack.                                                              She smiled. “Look Daj, I’m not against you helping Kenny. Just don’t get your hopes up about him, he never loved you Dajua,  not as you wanted”, she said, full of concern.            “I know.” I fought back the tears.” I won’t”.Chii nodded while I remembered how I would cry on her shoulder whenever Kenny chose other girls over me. I was young back then. So young and naive.                                                                                                                                    On Monday, I left early with my crew to conduct an interview with the founders of the charity organization. After that, we stayed behind to take more pictures during the event. I saw Kenny enter the hall just as the chairman was about to give the opening address. He stood tall and firmly built, wearing jeans trousers with a black turtleneck sweatshirt that clung to his body like a second skin, making him look irresistibly handsome although looking casual. He was looking around, turning his well-sculptured face around the entire hall while I stood afar, watching, missing, and hating him altogether. He sent a text.                                                                                                                Hey, where are you? I’m at the event. Please, let’s meet up.                                                        I wanted to reply: stop stretching your neck, I see you, but  I remembered I wasn’t supposed to know him. He called my number several times but I ignored them, trying to gather contents for the blog post tomorrow. In the past I had always waited for him; a pitiful lovelorn, so I made him wait till the event ended.  I walked towards him and gently tapped his back. I saw the raw excitement in his eyes, the excitement of seeing an unknown Firelighter, I saw it transform into a pleasant surprise as the bridge of his nose squeezed and his cheeks lifted at the sight of me.                                                      “Daj! wow, long time”, He leaped forward and gave me a quick and sincere hug. The hall was bustling.                                                                                                                           “Kenny, what a pleasant surprise! How have you been?”.                                                      “I’m good, How’s Lemechi and your parents?”,                                                                                   “They are good. What brings you here?”,                                                                                                “I’m here to see someone, I got to find her now”, his eyes roving around the hall.    “Oh, okay. It feels good to see you “, my eyes fixed on him.                                                            “What about you?”, he turned to me.” You stay in this city, right?”                                       “Yeah, I do”.                                                                                                                           “Gimme your number, we should catch up”, he said. I sensed trouble.                                “No, Gimme yours”. I shot back, almost interrupting him. He agreed, calling the numbers and I typed.                                                                                                                                     “I have to go to Daj. I missed you” He sighed. ” I missed everyone, I really did”.call me, he gestured, l nodded, he smiled and walked away.                                                                         I watched him. His eyes searched, his phone held firmly to his right ear while mine ringed on my hand. A text came after the sixth ring.

Where are you?

I actually saw you Kenny, but you left too quickly.

What do you mean? I’m still here. Where are you?

Did you actually believe that? Hahaha. I’m busy Kenny. There are tons of things left to do. I can’t meet with you. I’m sorry.

I went offline.

Later that night. He texted. Let’s talk, I’ll call.  And for a moment I couldn’t think. Please. He texted again. The request was simple. Every part of me wanting to oblige, I opened my purse and took out three wraps of bubblegum. I tore it open and chewed.

“Hello Kenny “, I said to myself. I couldn’t recognize my voice.  The voice trick worked.

Okay. I texted back.


I spoke with Firelighter for hours and laughed a lot during our conversation. I also got to know about her involvement with the LEAD project. I was shocked to know that she wasn’t a psychotherapist but an avid volunteer, yet she’s so good at what she does. My time with her online was more of a heart to heart conversation than a Q&A session. She knew every right thing to say and she always thought of possibilities, especially with me being able to drive again. I was so intrigued about her and why she had chosen to be called Firelighter.

“Because I’m igniting that fire in you, Kenny. That lost zeal and passion for life”, she said at her end. I smiled at her response.

“Are you married ?” I asked.

“No. Why do you ask?”, I could sense the tension in her voice.

” You’re taken? I mean,  You have someone?”



She yawned. It had to be a fake yawn.

“Let’s call it a night Kenny. I’m tired”.

“Okay, but please tell me your name. At least”

“Goodnight Kenny”.

She hung up. I sent her a text.

 Whatever your name is, you’re special. I testify to that. Goodnight.


7th June 2019.

This dreaded day came. I stared at her pictures. She was full of life then. I looked at a funny picture of her holding my head tightly when Mom sent a text.

Ikenna. I’ll be sending flowers to her grave. You should come. You can’t keep running away from everyone.

Steph, my sister, was separated from the love of her life by my parents, and as if that wasn’t enough, she lost her pregnancy. She became so depressed and contemplated suicide. I took her in my car as we drove downtown.

“Put your foot down Kenny”, she said to me.

“Why ?”, I asked.

” I love the feeling of the breeze on my face”.

So I sped to make her happy. In a second, she flung the car door and dashed out. Before I caught knowledge of what was happening, I could only see pieces of her clothes from the wing mirror and a gathering crowd.

Feelings flooded now. Guilt was paramount. I texted Firelighter.

Steph died on this date last year. It’s my fault. I helped her take her own life. I’ll be going away. I need distractions.

Will you be fine?  She replied immediately.

I don’t know.

 Kenny. You’ve got this. Where will you go?

Culture park by Highway.

I bumped into Dajua at the park. We sat, talked, reminisced, laughed, and cried. She held out her hands, gesturing a hug. I rushed into them and she patted my back, lovingly.

“You’ve got this Kenny”, she said, and for a moment I wished she was Firelighter. I drew slightly away from the warmth of her embrace, staring into her eyes, remembering how fiercely she had loved me. I regretted turning her down, keeping her in the friend zone. I regretted cutting everyone out. Grief had turned me into a solitaire.

“I’m sorry for losing touch with everyone, I just wanted to be alone back then”.

She smiled, tilting her head sideways.

“I loved you Daj, but I didn’t want to hurt you. Back then I was stupid and a bad boy in a good boy’s clothes. You were just too good for me”.

“What are you now? A good boy in a bad boy’s clothes?”. She laughed.

“Why did you come Dajua? Why did you come for me?”, I looked at her brown eyes; bemused, trying to find answers. I didn’t give her the chance. I drew her close and kissed her fervently.

12th June 2019.


“It’s me”, said a voice outside the door. I opened up. It was Kenny, all smiles, holding a white nylon bag in hand. I was done for. After the day we kissed. I called him with my other number and we spoke every day. He asked for my house address and I texted him. I never in the world thought he would show up without a heads up.

“Hey, can I come in? You look like you’ve seen a ghost”. I stepped away and he came in.” You’ve got a nice room Daj”.he said, looking around.

“Thanks, the rooms in this neighborhood are quite comfy”, I said while collecting the bag from him. I was trying to start a conversation, to get his eyes away from something that might remind him of Firelighter.


I got attracted to her wall planner. It had colorful postcards with words on it, each held to the wooden frame with a  pushpin. I went closer to have a  look.

“What do I offer you, Kenny? Hey, where are you going? She asked, almost shouting.

I was about to respond when something struck me. Something quite familiar.

Where’s your light? When comely days turns to bloody nights…………

Firelighter’s poem. I  turned to Dajua. She was right behind me.

“This poem?”

“Erm. .Erm..”, She was tensed and I sensed it. I looked around and saw something else on her bookshelf by the wall. I reached for it. A framed certificate of LEAD PROJECT bearing her name. Something wasn’t right.

“So you know LEAD PROJECT?”.I asked her. I  saw the horror in her eyes. She tried calling my name but the words trailed off.

“You know this poem, You’re a member of the LEAD project, what else ?”. It was getting clearer now.”Aha, You were there at the convention ….. and..”. I felt utterly stupid.

“I am Firelighter”, she said, her eyes, teary.

“So it was all a lie? Everything was a joke to you?”.

“No”, she reached for my hand but I hesitated.”When you took off after Steph died I was so worried about you. You had changed your lines and I couldn’t reach you. I didn’t know it was you till I saw Steph’s picture on your profile and I couldn’t tell you because I wanted to be close. I wanted to help. I wanted you to be fine”. She said amidst sobs.

“There’s a fish barbecue in the bag, Enjoy”, I said, just before walking out.


I prepared for work the following morning. The previous night had been tearful and a busy day awaited me with so much work. I was locking my door when I heard his voice.

“Hello Firelighter”.

I didn’t know whether to smile or cry. “I’m sorry”.

He came closer. “I’m sorry too, You had to eat the fish all by yourself”. I smiled. He was two inches away from me now.”I have been wanting to ask your primary love language”, he said, grinning ear to ear.

“Physical touch”, I told him.

“Oh yeah?”, He squeezed me to himself, tucking my hair behind with his middle finger. “I’m sorry about yesterday. You’ve always wanted my good Dajua. Always”. His arms were still wrapped around me. I smiled, placing my head on his chest. Work could wait. This was where I wanted to be.



“You’re sure?”, She asked him.

He chuckled.” Didn’t you always talk about possibilities?” He reached for her hand.”I plan to make this day memorable, so don’t worry”. He was kissing her fingers now.

” I’m proud of you Kenny”, she said.

“Thank you Daj. Thanks for everything”.He said, staring at her.” I love you “.

She smiled sweetly.

“Let’s go?”, he drew back, holding out his hand.

“Let’s go” She nodded, her hand on his. He led her out of her workplace to a new blue convertible. He opened the door and she muttered a thank you, smiling at him. Within seconds, he kicked the engine to life and the car zoomed off.


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