Bitter Sweetness

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    episode 1

    I had little choice. I just had to accept my
    fate. I was going to spend my first few
    weeks in Enugu with Mr. Darlington Agbo;
    dad’s childhood friend. It was now my own
    time within the school curriculum for the
    compulsory Industrial Training popularly
    known to students as IT. After extensive
    search for a proper firm that will offer me
    both the needed experience and financial
    assistance, myself and dad settled for one
    pretty decent firm in Enugu. They offer
    technical services to telecom companies
    and that defined my field every bit, but
    what didn’t do quite that, was the location;
    Enugu. We had nobody there and would
    mean I would have to settle in faster than
    usual; which can be utterly difficult.
    The search was on, for any kind of friend who
    knew a friend that knew a friend that stays
    in Enugu but the result was always the
    same; none. We almost then settled on
    finding an apartment first hand when
    suddenly dad bumped into Darlington at
    the recently concluded trade fair after what
    seemed close to ten years. They had lost
    any form of contact. Darlington, who we
    used to know as Uncle D as kids, had
    moved to the east after getting married
    and that literally severed ties with my dad.
    Dad quickly got into conversation with him
    which led to his asking about myself.
    “He is
    a grown man now” dad must have said,
    “looking to move to Enugu for his IT”.

    This stirred Uncle D’s interest the more and
    before the conversation was over, he fully
    knew I was still in need of an apartment
    and being currently based in Enugu,
    offered to assist us in accommodating me
    while the search lasted. The arrangements
    were soon fixed and I was set to make the
    trip. His apartment was not the nearest of
    places to the firm in question but who
    cares at this point? At least I could afford to
    enjoy the use of some decent apartment or
    so I thought, until I could find myself one
    that will serve me for the remainder of the
    six months I was scheduled to spend.
    It was in September that I eventually took
    off for Enugu. Of course, as the start of the
    story suggests, I was not very keen about
    this. Reason being that I had always
    disliked seeming to be some kind of source
    of discomfort to a family even though the
    family had been the ones who sent the
    invite in this case. There was also the case
    with my girlfriend too. We had broken up
    but I was still currently hoping on getting
    back into the relationship. She had caused
    me to wish I never dated her but
    somewhere in my heart, I still missed her
    and really wanted her back but I was never
    going to make the first move. She had hurt
    me and must show some kind of remorse
    towards her act. This was looking ever
    more difficult now, considering that I would
    not even have the privilege of using my
    presence to stir this into happening.
    However, all of these were eventually
    dropped back home as I journeyed to the
    east. It was a Sunday and I arrived towards
    evening. My journey had appeared less
    stressful than I had envisaged. They were
    all at home or so I thought, judging by how
    full the house was; and they easily received
    me. Their apartment was cozy and nicely
    furnished. It was going to be hard to miss
    home in such a comfortable environment.
    A movie was playing and just after the early
    expected enquiries about my trip, my
    people and whether I had been to the state
    before, of which I gave a firm no, I quickly
    settled to see the movie with them while
    eating the plate of Sunday rice they had
    served me. It was also a good time to take a
    more withdrawn but closer look at the
    family. Uncle D of whom I had always felt
    was a talkative was as expected, on top of
    his voice, analyzing every single scene that
    played before them. Despite being in his
    mid-thirties, he still had this trait. I would
    always think it is the only rather ill habit he
    had as he was generally a decent man. Tall
    and well built with a look most girls will still
    die for. The others seemed to find him
    comfortable despite his many analysis, and
    his excessive talking only made the time
    fun. Sitting next to him was girl of about
    twenty. She was beautiful and I easily
    passed her for his daughter but was not
    sure how that was possible, given that she
    was fair in complexion while D was dark.
    She also spotted a nose that was unlikely
    to come from D or his wife. I did not know
    much about his family before now so could
    not tell how right I was. Another girl who
    also looked like the first sat close to her.
    Beautiful too and I easily noticed how she
    stole quick glances at me. I was not
    flattered, I had experienced that all my life
    being the natural looker I was.
    This continued as long as I knew but I felt it was
    too early to begin making any advances
    towards any ladies now, given my mission
    in Enugu. Uncle D’s wife was the only one
    sitting directly opposite me. Looking
    obviously beautiful and younger than D
    you could tell she just got into her thirties.

    She had what seemed a firm body and her
    curves were perfectly at the right places.
    Even though she was yet to stand since I
    walked in, I could tell from her sitting
    position that she was just few inches shy of
    six feet. However, she had been quiet all
    along apart from the period when I arrived
    during which she asked me of my trip and
    ordered one of the girls to get me
    something to eat. Since then she had bore
    a rather indifferent look. She sat quite
    conservatively with both legs kept
    together. Even though she had her eyes
    fixed on the TV, I still did not think she was
    overly interested in what was playing
    before her. “Does she really like my coming
    here?” I remembered asking myself coming
    off what I interpreted to be a worried look
    on her face. I was not going to give any
    d--n thought to that, after all, they
    placed the invite. In a month or less, I
    should be out of there anyway.
    There was also a guy in their midst who I easily felt to be either the houseboy or the driver
    judging from how he sat and where.
    The day gradually rolled by and soon
    enough, I was already making my bed for
    the night. I had been shown one of the
    bedrooms and was told it was for one of D’s
    daughters who was in school. The girls I
    saw earlier where actually their nieces who
    visited. They had two daughters and both
    were all in school. “Mind how you use the
    bed” Mrs. D who I later learnt was Onyinye
    by name, said to me as I stepped into the
    bedroom “the supporting wood is failing”.

    This might be the truth, but the manner
    with which she said it, made me sense that
    feeling of dislike once again. She did not
    want me in their home. It was obviously
    bare this time. My only question was, how
    much of this would I bear until I found my
    own apartment?


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    Joshua John
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    another tori don show abeg call others come

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    #1315722 Reply
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    Ok waiting

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    Xaar Whaskyd Brown
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    aiit…lets see what you ‘ve got …bring it on…we ready…!

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    Daniel Edem
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    Nice start

    #1315751 Reply
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    Am here for it

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