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Grasping at Straws – The Sequel

Seun woke up in the morning to find her bags packed.

“Where was she going?” he wondered as he made his way towards the kitchen. There she was, dressed in a short Azteca designed gown that hugged her curvy body. He could not make out any panty line which meant she had on a pair of thongs. Blood flowed to his loins.

“Why do you have your bags packed?” he asked.

She turned from the dishes she was doing to answer him.

“We are on a break remember” Peju replied.

The silence became awkward.

Seun tried to gather his thoughts and rally to a great defense, but he fell short. He could not find the words to say. He admitted defeat and sighed.

“When next do we see?” he queried. His question was to deflect from all the thinking he had to do.

“I don’t know. I really don’t” she said as tears welled in her eyes.

Her phone rang. It was the Uber driver letting her know he was outside.

“My Uber is here” she said as she hurried to finish the dishes.

“Did you plan on leaving without telling me?” Seun asked as he tried to make sense of the situation.

Peju explained she wanted to avoid the awkwardness they were experiencing and it was easier to leave when he was asleep. He was shell shocked. She finished the dishes and went to the room with him following behind her. He made one last attempt to stop her, but her mind was made up. She kissed him and dragged her box. She was happy he was not walking her out. It was hard enough to leave but him watching her go would break her heart.

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“Hey you” she said.

“Hey” he replied.

It had been six months since Peju last saw or heard from Seun. She had ignored every call from him, aired his messages, and unfollowed him on all social media platforms. She was serious about the break. She needed the break and it was a well thought one. She felt at peace with herself. The truth was, she no longer knew how she felt about Seun. It had been six months.

Seun was surprised when his phone lit up and the caller was Peju. The last time he called her was three months ago on her birthday and she did not even pick. The continued ringing of the phone broke him out of his reverie.

After exchanging pleasantries, Peju explained why she had been distant and apologized for how she handled things but she needed the time alone. Seun accepted and they spoke like nothing had happened.

“The reason I called is because I need to talk to you” Peju said

“You can do that now” Seun replied.

“No, it is better said in person” she retorted as they set up a date for the following evening.

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They met at the mall. It was their least favourite place, but it did it for the evening. He was seated at the food court, his love for food could not be denied. He was stunned as she approached him. She looked more beautiful than he remembered. He had missed her. She gave him a hug and he pulled out a chair for her to sit.

Peju explained how she had found herself and she felt good enough to build a relationship again with Seun. She was certain she wanted to be with him and all the issues they had in the past will not rear its head again.

Seun sighed.

“Are you going to pick that?” Peju asked.

“Nah, it’s fine” he replied.

“Sure?” she asked.

“Yeah. It is just my girlfriend trying to see how it’s going” he added.

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Posted by on February 24, 2017 in Short Story

 

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Grasping at Straws

Grasping at Straws

” You are grasping at straws” he said in his husky voice.

It was the same argument. How he was keeping tabs on her and how she could not be herself around him. It seemed like there was no end to it. After every argument, Seun always felt he had done enough to show her he had freed the reins she felt constrained in. But every time, she reminded him of how futile his attempts were.

Peju was sprawled on the bed, wondering how a beautiful thing like theirs could have turned sour. Truthfully, she could not deal with the intensity of Seun. He was always fussing over her, worried about her wellbeing, wanting to solve her every problem when all she needed him to do at times was listen. It did not help that they cohabited. She could not just up and walk out. Seun would deem it rude. Sometimes, she just needed to get away from them to think and sort out her demons.

” Seun, we need a break” she said as she broke the silence in the room.

“We are not taking a break from this relationship” he replied as he raised his voice.

“I am not your ex. The fact that a break didn’t work with her doesn’t mean it is the same with me. You need to stop doing this” Peju replied with irritation. She had warned him endlessly about comparing their relationship with his ex anytime she asked for a break.

He felt like his world would collapse every time she asked for a break. He hated how desperate it made him feel. If only she cared about the relationship as much as he did. Seun sighed as he picked his car keys. She stood in front of the door. There was no way she was allowing him drive in the condition he was. This always confused him. Was she stopping him because she cared or because she did not want to live with the guilt if anything happened to him?

“Move out of the way” Seun shouted.

“You will have to beat me for me to do that!” she said, half-laughing.

He sighed as he sat on the bed.

It was exhausting and if she wanted a break, Seun was ready to give her one. She’s always talked about working on herself. She was not used to his kind of love she said. She needed to make peace with God, find a way to love Him, love herself and be ready for Seun’s kind of love. He was ready to give her all that.

“How long is this break for?” Seun asked.

“I don’t know Seun. I can’t say. It might take a while” Peju replied. She hoped today was the day he finally agreed to a break.

“What does this break mean for us? What are we?” he asked seeing as the last time, she had only wanted them to remove the tag from them. It was too confusing for him. She wanted to be with him but yet be without him. He could not wrap his head around it.

“We don’t have any tags. We are just there. I still want you in my life” she replied. She hoped she had done enough to convince him of her intentions.

He sighed as he did not understand what was going on any longer.

“Okay” he said as he laid on the bed ready to sleep.

She joined him in bed, her head on his chest, stroking his chest gently. It was soothing for him. At least they were at peace till the next time trouble reared its head.

I thought she wanted a break, why is she cozy with me? He thought as they drifted to sleep.

 

********************** to be continued**********************

 
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Posted by on February 15, 2017 in Short Story

 

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Cancer

Like the first ray of sunshine ushering in the day,

You brightened my life.

For a moment,

Life was a breeze.

 

Our kisses, flowers of love in full bloom,

Conversations laced with beautiful pearls of wisdom,

Plans laid with the strongest foundation,

We had it going.

 

Then,

The storm hit our perfect little boat.

Your first instinct,

Jump ship.

 

I rallied,

Dragged you in,

Afraid the waters might drown me,

On board, you came, but halfheartedly.

 

Beginning of the end,

It turned out to be.

Our issues, longer than the Nile,

Showed their face every day.

 

In the end,

Our love was a cancer.

Our breakup,

Much needed chemotherapy.

 
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Posted by on December 19, 2016 in Rants

 

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Stranger

This is a really short piece, I hope you enjoy it. Kindly leave your comments. Thank you. Have a lovely read.

 

Stranger,
Come by once,
Stay a while,
Touch me,
Ease the pain.

With your clumsy hands,
Unfold me like rose petals,
Layer after layer,
Fold after fold,
Till you get my core.

Leave your mark,
Make me yours,
Say it loud,
Say it proud,
Only you can,
No one but you.

 
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Posted by on October 15, 2014 in Rants

 

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Of Love and Pain

Disclaimer: This post is purely fictional. Any resemblance to any real life situation or event is purely coincidental. It is just a work of my imagination.

He knew he loved her from the moment he saw her. The rain was heavy and there she stood at the bus stop all alone, lost. For a moment he hesitated as it was Lagos and one cannot be too sure, but he took the risk. She also hesitated, but had no choice. She had already flunked the job interview when she refused to show the manager her boobs. Adding to that experience was the rain that had started on her way to the bus stop, she was drenched by the time she got there. It seemed out of place for her to be all alone in a shed during such a heavy downpour, but it was the last thing on her mind.

It was definitely not the hard nipples prominent through her wet blouse that set his pulse racing nor was it the lips that seemed to beg to be dipped in caramel before being kissed. It was her innocent eyes and the way they shone when she said thank you. He could tell from her eyes that at every point in time, she would have something clever to say, but wouldn’t. He felt the earth move when he looked at her, her words held him in a trance when she spoke. He was lost in her presence and nothing could describe those 20 minutes they spent during that drive.
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She gave birth to their daughter. It was a day he would never forget. Though she was born premature, he knew they will dote on her. They finally brought her home after she spent 3 weeks under intensive care, the home was filled with joy. They had a blessing for their union.

It was shocking when on the third day, she stopped breathing. They had left her in her cot and gone to bed. He woke up in the middle of the night just to check on that bundle of joy, but noticed she was not breathing. He woke his wife and like a maniac, he drove to the hospital not minding how many traffic laws he broke. All that mattered was his daughter. She was pronounced dead on arrival, there was nothing to be done. She threw herself on the floor, sprawled, rolled from left to right and cursed the day she was born. She was inconsolable.
             “Why would you let me have a child and take her away from me?” she asked.

He tried his best to hold the tears but they flowed out like a river. He could not bear to see her so distraught, sprawled on the floor and weeping like a baby who had just had their best toy taken away. Her screams could be heard from miles. She had to be sedated and kept under observation at the hospital. He drove home in silence, though he screamed on the inside.
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It was a trial, something they would move on from. It had been six months since their daughter passed. Two months since she returned from the psychiatric hospital. The death had left her devastated. She could not cope but he stayed with her. She was back home but he could feel the distance between them.

She still looked out at the cot as if the baby would miraculously appear in it. She still held on to the clothes in the hope that she would feel her baby’s warmth. It was heart-breaking. She was emaciated. He tried his best to get her to eat but it seemed to make the situation worse. He appealed to her family, they all tried to talk to her but it fell on deaf ears.

He came back from work one day to find her naked on the floor of the kitchen. He feared the worst.

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No news is good news he thought as he sat at the reception of the hospital. At least she had a weak pulse when she found her and there had been no suicide note. He felt relief even in that dire situation.  
    “She was just dehydrated but there will be more scans” the doctor told him.

She was out of danger, he sighed and felt an air of relief blow over him, and it calmed him. He walked into her private ward, and there she was, still with those beautiful eyes that had brought him so much joy and pain. He could remember how she brought tears to his eyes as she walked to him hand in hand with her father the day they got married. It had been a small ceremony with few friends and family.

She smiled weakly at him as she saw him enter. It was her first smile in months. His heart fluttered with joy. All he saw was his wife. The intravenous fluid hanging by her side was a blur, the tubes around her were non-existent to him. He just saw his wife.
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She apologized. But every time she did, it annoyed him and made him die a little bit inside. It was not her fault. Yes, she could have handled it better, but how does one handle the death of an offspring? She cried. He hated to see her cry. Slowly but confidently, they made plans to try again. They would have that bundle of joy but he could tell she was still scarred. Who wouldn’t? He still had nightmares about the night but he had to stay strong for her. They felt reconnected and planned to renew their vows. They had been married for five years.

The phone lit up and her name appeared. He had just thought about her and she called. They were in sync. He would never forget the quivering in her voice that day.
             ………………………………………………………

The news left him numb. Just like that, without warning or premonition, they had to battle cancer. She had been feeling fatigued, bloated and the back pain had been unbearable. She had gone to get tested in the hope of being pregnant.

Stage ІІa ovarian cancer was what she had. The appointment with the doctor left them happy and sad. She was one in seventy-three women to have ovarian cancer, but she had a survival rate of 78%. It was the silver lining in their dark cloud. 78%. 78 became the number of hope and faith.

She started chemotherapy, and slowly, her hair began to fall off. Friends became few as they could not relate with their sufferings. She begged him to shave off her hair and save the torture of watching it fall off. He kissed her bald head when he was done. The tears streamed down their faces as they both whispered 78.
          ………………………………………………………

She had gone into remission for only 2 months before the cancer came back. Her survival rates dwindled has the cancer had spread to other parts of her system. They had weeks or months to spend together.

She had planned to visit Paris before her death, but now, it was not possible. They had depleted their funds, and she was even too weak to fly. He tried to bring Paris to her with the help of a recipe he found. Even though it was disastrous, she loved it. He tried for her. He made an effort for her. They spent each day knowing fully well it could be her last.
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Five weeks after they renewed their vows, she passed on. The vow renewal had been another low key event, just both of them, the priest and their family. It was a preface to the funeral he thought as he stared at her lifeless body in the open casket. Her death was expected but still, he was unprepared for it.  It left him devastated. His wife was gone. His best friend was gone and had felt his world shattered. Words of encouragement flew around like airplanes at a RAF air show. Where were they when it was most needed? They did not choose the battle, it chose them. He buried her and life was never as he knew it. He struggled day in and out.

He knew what he had to do. It did not seem ideal but he had to. He had to feel the same pain she felt. It might not measure up to it, but he had to feel some pain. He went through the pictures of them as the fire he lit in the corner of the bedroom was getting wilder and closer to him. The flames engulfed him and he smiled as he felt the pain.

He was gone.

He would meet her and they would be together again.

 
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Posted by on September 29, 2014 in Short Story

 

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Naked

For my muse …

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

I am naked.

Naked and blameless.

Stripped down,

Revelling in euphoria.

 

I am naked.

Naked and vulnerable.

No bottled-up emotions,

Risking it all.

 

I am naked,

Naked and proud.

Baring my scars,

Unscathed by opinions.

 

I am naked,

Naked and brazen.

Repugnant to multitude,

Dear to one.

 

I am naked.

Naked and happy,

Naked and free,

What a feeling. 

 
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Posted by on May 29, 2014 in Rants

 

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The Voyage

Good evening folks. I am sure your week was awesome and you are looking forward to a great weekend. I got this in the mail and decided to share with you. If you do have any writing you want published on this blog, kindly email your writing of not more than 1,500 words to tolu_adeyi2002@yahoo.co.uk

 

Enjoy this as you read.

 

My relationships are the worst and the best. I would share them with you as I continue writing maybe. (Lol) I fell in love, lust, like for the first times. I had my serious first relationship, reunited with the one that got away, sought God for the first time, found Him and lost my fellowship with Him. It was really something. I’ll write about this as a story.
The One that Got Away
We had something special but there was always something missing. You know how hard it is to place a finger in something when you don’t exactly know what it is. That was it. There was this passion, this love but it was albeit undeveloped, untapped. We never got to explore all the possibilities of what could have been but it was great. It was partly my fault. My inability to commit coupled with your inability to be serious. Fun times but we had to part ways.

The Stalker
About the stalker, what can I say? It wasn’t love. It wasn’t lust. It was loneliness. An ache to be wanted, the longing for home, nostalgia, companionship. I wanted to find myself so bad. I wanted a piece of home, a piece of anything that I could feel real with. It was not what I needed but what I thought was enough. I was lost. Inexplicably my lowest. My basest desires were explored, still didn’t make up for anything. I felt it. I needed God not you. But I was scared, felt I needed companionship more. You were like a lifeline, not the one I needed just the one that made up for time, the place holder. I apologise now because I should not have led you down the road we went. You blindly followed, in lust I guess, I’ll never know. You cheated, it ended badly. You stalked me. I forgive you.

The One Night Stand
You were the sun in a very dark day. My thermodynamics partner. Lol. Under the silk sheets and smooth lies, we laid down. Had our night of fun and you never heard from me again.

The Healer
Do you remember the first night…you became my camp fire and I became yours?
Your words were truer than you could ever know. You guided me with your fire to see the light. His light. For the first time I sought, for the first time I saw. A light…brighter than all. Finally the path I needed, the one I wanted. I wasn’t broken any more. You mended me. I could be the me I wanted to be. I was in euphoria. But you healed me,j ust to break me again.

The One
You were the one I liked, turned The One. You accepted me for all my flaws. My mistakes. My crap. I suddenly saw I didn’t need to go through all this to have ended up here. But I did and we are still here. I love you. You give me comfort on a rainy day. I caused you heart ache but you picked up the pieces of my broken heart and showed me how to repair it. I love you.

 
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Posted by on May 9, 2014 in Article

 

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