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    His world became frozen when his fiancée called off the wedding without giving any explanation.
    An act of kindness introduced him to another who got stuck in his dream world.
    Will she be able to melt the ice-wall around his heart?
    Enjoy !!!

    A story by SARAH IYARE

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    Links to available episodes

    stroll down for Episode 1&2

    Episode 3

    Episode 4&5

    Episode 6&7

    Episode 8

    Episode 9

    Episode 10

    Episode 11

    Episode 12

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    Episode 1
    The blue sky was clear, cloudless, not entirely, an after effect of the rainstorm early that morning. Cool icy wind blew, hitting the skin with a firm grip. The street was empty. Different colours of houses lined both sides of the road. Some were decorated with palm trees, variety of flowers, plants, while others stood out with artworks on the walls and sculptures. He stopped the car outside the white house with a big black gate and honked thrice. He heard the sound of metal. The security guard in green and white uniform poked his head out. He was a short man in his mid-forties. He retreated into the compound and opened the gate.
    “Good morning sir,” the man stood aside and waved.
    He waved back in acknowledgement and drove in. He parked the silver Prado jeep alongside three other cars and killed the engine. He picked the black polythene bag on the front seat and alighted from the vehicle. He closed the door and locked it. He sneezed thrice and thought of a hot bath. It would chase the cold away he reasoned. He turned around and headed for the one storey building. A tall slim figure raced out of the ground floor flat towards him.
    “Uncle Bassey, Uncle Bassey, welcome…” she tried to collect the bag in his hand, but he wouldn’t let go.
    “You can’t carry it. It is heavy. Thank you,” he tried to smile.
    “Where did you go this morning? You left while it was raining.”
    He kept on walking. Was she monitoring him?
    “Did you go to work? I thought you hardly go to work on Saturdays, except when there is an emergency.”
    He glanced at her. When did she start to keep tabs on him? Wasn’t she too young to be nosy? The dark skinned eighteen year old girl towered over him with an inch. Her slim frame looked athletic in the blue jeans and red short-sleeve blouse.
    “Uncle Bassey, I think I will study Dentistry like you. You make a lot of money. You drive a very expensive car, you are living in a three bedroom posh apartment in Ikeja G.R.A, and you run your own dental clinic. How old are you? You are a rich young man.”
    What in the world!
    He halted and looked at her closely. Was that how she saw him, a rich young dentist with an expensive car and a posh apartment? It had not always been that way. One doesn’t become successful in a day.
    “Young woman, you should really think about what you want to study. Do not use anybody’s success or failure as a yardstick.”
    She beamed at him, white teeth, rosy cheek, dove eyes.
    Was she even listening to him at all? “Chinyere!”
    “Hmmm…” she blinked, all her thoughts cleared.
    He shook his head. She had not heard a thing. He walked past her and stepped into the building. She ran after him.
    “Uncle Bassey, how old are you?”
    He grunted, “None of your business.”
    She walked beside him, marching his speed with quick steps of her own, “Come on, we are neighbours. I am… I am like your sister.”
    “You are not my sister,” he eyed her and went up the stairway.
    “I know. How old are you?” she followed him.
    “You are eighteen years old, add seventeen to that.”
    She stopped and pondered. Her eyes widened with realization. Her hand flew to her mouth and her eyes turned pale. She bit at her lower lip and climbed the stairs to the first floor.
    “You are like, almost… twice my age.”
    He placed the bag on the floor and fished out the door key from the bunch of keys attached to the key-holder, “I am old enough to be your father.”
    “You are not my father!” her dark eyes flashed with anger.
    He caught a glimpse of her and opened the door. He lifted the bag and walked in, “Have a superb weekend.”
    He turned around.
    “Can I come in?” her pleading eyes held his expressionless ones.
    She folded her arms across her bosom.
    “Go home. You mama needs you.”
    She eyed him, “My mama is sleeping.”
    “Bye Chinyere,” he shut the door and locked it. He carried the bag into the kitchen and dropped it in the sink. It was a good thing that he had gone to the abattoir early that morning. He had been able to purchase different parts of cow, goat and ram meat. He would be able to make enough soup and stew that would last him for a week or more.
    His work at the dental clinic had taken a demanding turn due to the number of people that patronized the place. He was able to hire a doctor, a dentist by profession, who had been like a pillar of support for him in the past three months. He had also employed another nurse. The work load had taken a bad toll on the only nurse in the clinic. Now, she wasn’t alone again. While working at Lagos University Teaching Hospital a few years back, he had never thought he would set up his own clinic, although it had always been his dream. It was when his parents’ Calabar restaurant boomed and became a household name that the idea really came to life within him. He believed that before the year ran out, he would be able to set up another clinic in Abuja. If Jesus tarries, by the time he was forty; his dental clinics should be all over the country.
    The door-bell rang. His thoughts faded. He turned off the tap at the sink and wiped his wet hands with a napkin hanging on the kitchen window. He hoped it wasn’t Chinyere. She could be a pain in the neck at times. He wasn’t expecting anyone that day. The only person that showed up at his place unannounced was his younger sister. If she was the one at the door, he would drive her away. He cannot stress and cook while someone else would devour the whole thing. She loved spending her weekends with him. It had become a routine after his fiancée broke up with him. His sister had taken care of him until he was emotionally ready to return to work. Those six months had been unbearable. If not for her, his apartment would have turned into a pigsty. Nevertheless, it didn’t give her the right to raid his kitchen whenever she visited. He strode out of the kitchen and walked towards the front door. He peeped through the door hole and saw his neighbour’s daughter. His brows came together in a frown. He unlocked the door and opened it.
    “What are you still doing here?” his stern voice didn’t dissuade her.
    “I want to stay with you.”
    “Go home,” he glared at her.
    “Uncle, please now,” her eyes became misty.
    He hissed, took her by the hand and dragged her towards the stairway.
    He raced down the stairs, pulling her along. She tried to break free from his grip, but he tightened his hold on her. He halted outside her flat and pressed the door bell.
    “Let me go!”
    He released her and pressed the bell again. The door flew open and a woman in her early forties stepped out.
    “Chinyere, where have you been?”
    The girl pouted, stamped her feet and went in.
    “I have been looking for this girl…” the woman hissed and looked at him, “Good morning doctor.”
    “Morning Madam,” he turned around and returned to his flat. He met two of his neighbours at his door. They lived directly opposite his flat. He groaned and looked heavenwards.
    Oh God… not today.
    “Good morning doctor,” they chorused.
    “Morning,” he feigned a smile.
    “Do you have salt?” the darker and taller one grinned.
    “Me I need sugar,” the other squeaked.
    He had left his door wide open. His neighbour’s daughter was responsible.
    That girl.
    He walked into his flat with gritted teeth and the ladies scurried after him.
    “Men, I like coming to your flat. It is so organized,” she looked around her.
    “Organized with class,” the darker one settled on a leather chair facing the 40’ flat screen LG television.
    “Anyone that marries you is lucky…” the other danced around the room, touching and sniffing everything.
    “Doctor Bassey, you live like a king,” she winked at him and parted her dark long legs. The purple mini skirt she was wearing barely covered her lumpy thighs. The matching lilac blouse barely covered her chest.
    He looked away in disgust. He had no interest in women who lay all their cards out in the open like wares for sale.
    “This is my dream house men,” the other sat beside her friend and flashed him a smile. Her shorts which could hardly be called shorts was similar to a granny pantie, but tighter. Her red blouse could hardly carry her heavy chest. Everything was hanging out like over-ripe plantain.
    Did he make a mistake by renting the flat? Since the day he moved in, his female neighbours had been after him like flies hovering over faeces. His neighbour’s daughter wouldn’t give him a breathing space and these ones wanted his attention at all cost. He could never date the likes of them.
    Heaven forbid!
    If his fiancée had not called off the wedding, he would have been happily married by now.
    “Halima, Simisola, I am kind of busy right now.”
    “Doctor…” Halima cooed, adjusted her blouse and ran her hands over her thighs in a slow motion.
    Irritation crawled all over him. He turned away and clenched his teeth.
    “Doctor Bassey…” Simisola got up, walked up to him and squeezed her heavy bosom. She smiled and blinked her fake long lashes.
    He coughed and held the door knob. The girls exchanged glances and chuckled. They walked sluggishly and blew him kisses before stepping out of the apartment. He kicked the door shut with his leg and returned to the kitchen.
    I should have been married by now. All this kind of nonsense would have been avoided. This is torture.
    He turned on the tap at the sink and continued to clean the red meat. He switched his thoughts to the kind of soup he wanted to prepare that morning.
    To Be Continued

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    Chapter 2
    She powdered her face and stared at her reflection in the hand mirror. Her dark skin looked flawless. Her big dark eyes were similar to that of the ancient Egyptian women, darkened above and below the eyelashes. Her full luscious lips were coated in red. She flashed herself a smile. Her eyes twinkled with pleasure. She liked what she saw.
    “Make-up guru,” one of the nurses approached her. She kept the mirror in one of the drawers attached to the desk.
    “One needs to look good,” she looked up at the brown skin, tall and plump lady.
    “Hmm… I hear you,” the nurse leaned on the high semi-circle desk.
    “You know I am the face of this clinic.”
    “Face of clinic ko, face of Africa ni,” the newly employed nurse walked up to them.
    “I am the one every customer sees before both of you attend to them and transfer them to the doctors.”
    Adanne clapped her hands and began to laugh.
    “Is Oga around?” Ibinabo stood beside the semi-circle desk.
    Sikemi shook her head. Her curly shoulder length braids danced around her face.
    “The first time I came here, I thought Doctor Sylvester was the owner of the clinic,” Ibinabo glanced at her colleague.
    Adanne shook her head, “He is not. He assists Oga to run the clinic.”
    “He is like the second in command,” Sikemi added.
    Ibinabo smiled to herself, “Oga is so cute. He is short for a man though.”
    “He is not short! I am five feet seven and he is exactly my height,” Adanne eyed her.
    “Ehn… okay, fine, he is not short,” Ibinabo looked back at the nurse, wondering while she was upset.
    “I am five feet nine inches, I am taller than you,” she pointed at Ibinabo, “But, I don’t mind dating someone like Oga,” her big dark eyes had a dreamy look.
    The nurses turned to look at the receptionist.
    “He is too slim for my liking,” Ibinabo blinked and turned her head towards the flat screen television on the wall.
    Sikemi chuckled, “I like him that way, at least, he has six packs and his cropped curly brown hair makes him look sexy.”
    Ibinabo frowned, “You are not his type. You are too tall for him.”
    Sikemi eyed her, “Who are you to determine what his type is?”
    Adanne grinned, “I am more like his type. I am his height and I am almost as fair as he is.”
    They glared at her.
    “Doctor Bassey is oyinbo, you are not even close,” Ibinabo hissed.
    “Presently, he is single and available,” Sikemi played with a strand of her hair.
    Adanne leaned closer to the desk, “I thought he was dating that oyinbo babe, what’s her name now?”
    “Lovejoy,” Sikemi chuckled.
    “Yes, Lovejoy,” she nodded.
    Ibinabo glanced from one to the other.
    “The mumu babe called off the wedding,” Sikemi hissed.
    “Ah!” Adanne placed a hand over her opened mouth.
    “Do you remember those six months that oga didn’t show up at work?” Sikemi tilted her head.
    “Yes, doctor Sylvester almost died of frustration,” Adanne looked towards the doctor’s office.
    “Exactly! Oga was nursing a broken heart that period,” she hissed again.
    “Aww… I wish I knew,” Adanne rubbed her jaw with her fingers.
    “I just found out. Anyways, he is back in the market and I am definitely for sale,” Sikemi batted her eyes.
    Adanne sighed; she had a lost look on her creamy brown face.
    Ibinabo absorbed all the information she had gathered. She drummed her fingers on the desk.
    “Good morning nurses,” Bassey walked past them, “Sikemi…” he beckoned at the receptionist.
    They froze with shock. The nurses exchanged glances. They didn’t notice when he walked. They hurried to their office and hoped he
    wouldn’t query them for gossiping during office hours.
    Sikemi sprang to her feet and ran after him. Her high heels made click sounds on the tiled floor.
    “Do I have appointments this morning?” he walked into his office and settled behind the mahogany desk.
    “No sir,” she followed him in and stood by the large desk, “Doctor Sylvester is attending to the patients that came in this morning.”
    “Okay,” he leaned against the chair and pressed his knuckles.
    “Can I get you anything sir, tea, coffee, beverage?”
    He closed his honey coloured eyes and opened it, “No, thank you.”
    She nodded, turned around and walked out. She closed the door behind her and sighed with relief. She had thought he would scold her.
    She noticed that the nurses were peeping through the slightly opened office door.
    “How far?” Adanne whispered.
    “We live to see another day,” she winked at them and cat-walked back to the reception area.
    Bassey shut his eyes and opened it. Was he dreamy? Did he just drive past his ex-fiancée? Was that Lovejoy? It had been almost a year, eleven months to be precise, since she called off the wedding. He could still remember the day he went with his family to see her parents and find out why the wedding preparations were stopped. They received the embarrassment of their lives that day. They were driven out with no explanations. He checked the in-coming traffic and reversed the car. He stopped at the bus-stop and looked out of the window. A fair lady in her late twenties stood among the crowd. He was right. She was the one. He smiled and honked several times. Someone standing beside her tapped her on the shoulder and pointed at his car.
    She looked in his direction and a surprised look took over her face. She approached him with steady steps. Her jeans clung to her like a second skin, show-casing a round eye-bulging backside. The white and blue stripe fitted short-sleeve blouse complimented her fair skin and revealed a considerable amount of cleavage. He swallowed hard, she had not changed one bit.
    “Hi,” she leaned towards the window.
    “Hi… where are you headed?”
    “Can I drop you?”
    “Yes,” she had been standing at the bus-stop for over thirty minutes. She was on the verge of calling her fiancé and asking him to
    come and pick her up.
    She opened the door and climbed in. He joined the traffic and changed the direction in which he was headed. She stole a glance at him.
    He looked cute as always. She missed playing with his short curly brown hair. She remembered why she broke up with him and frowned. He turned his head when he sensed that she was staring at him. Why was she frowning? He returned his attention to the road and noticed the stand-still ahead. His facial expression indicated anger. He hated been stuck in traffic.
    She opened her bag and brought out an invitation card. She threw it on his laps and looked out of the window. He picked it up and glanced at her. He opened it and saw her full name, Lovejoy Idiongho Akpan. He directed his gaze at her again. She was getting married? She had the right to move on, he reasoned.
    “Thank you.”
    “Who is the lucky man?” he scanned the invitation card again. His heart stopped beating when he saw the man’s name. Stephen Akpos Edet, his childhood friend, his best friend.
    She caught a glimpse of him and smiled, “We hooked up months after we… we broke up.”
    He glared at her, “You called off our wedding and went after my best friend.”
    “It wasn’t like that,” she eyed him up and down.
    “Or have you two been… were you cheating on me with him?”
    “No!” she felt infuriated by his accusation.
    He clicked on the air-conditioner button. The temperature in the car had gone up all of a sudden.
    “Stephen and I started dating three months after we broke up,” she tried to clarify his misconception.
    “How convenient,” he wished the car in front of him would develop wings and fly.
    She folded her arms across her bosom. He could think whatever he wanted. She wasn’t the one at fault.
    “Why did you call off our wedding?” the emotion in his voice tugged at her heart.
    She darted her gaze towards him and noticed the way his eyes glistered with tears. Hasn’t he gotten over her yet?
    “Why didn’t you tell me that you couldn’t father a child?” she confronted him.
    He blinked. What was she talking about? “I don’t understand.”
    “Your sperms are weak and there is a ninety percent chance that you might not be able to father a child.”
    He stared back at her, open-mouthed.
    For the love of God, this girl is driving me nuts. This is a plot. This is a plan hatched out from an evil mind. This is wickedness of the highest order.
    “You know what I am talking about. You were going to marry me in deceit.”
    He shook his head, “Brilliant, this is just brilliant. Is this what you told your parents? So this is what you told everybody…”
    “Stephen confirmed it!” she erupted.
    “What?!” a million thoughts ran through his mind. What rubbish did his best friend fill her up with?
    “He showed me a medical doctor’s report. He spared me a life time of pain and shame,” she eyed him. She was glad that she found out the truth before he ruined her life. She thought he loved her. If he had confided in her in the first place, they might have worked things out.
    “And you believed him?” he stared at her in disbelief.
    She took her eyes off him and faced the window. She wasn’t in the mood for an argument. She wished she had not gotten into his car.
    “You didn’t even bother to ask me… why… why didn’t you ask me first before cancelling our wedding?”
    She didn’t respond. He placed a hand on his forehead. He was beginning to feel a headache. It was impossible. His best friend wouldn’t
    do such a thing. It was a lie. A doctor’s report? Where did he get that from? Did he really? Could he really? He had known the guy most of his life. What would have been the motive for such an outrageous act?
    “You can come to the wedding if you like. I will take a bike home,” she opened the door and got down from the car before he could say
    another word.
    His heart rate quickened. If what she said was true, his best friend had a lot of explanations to give.
    To Be Continued
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    Ur best friend is a really good planner

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    He orchestrated u guys break up to get the girl

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    what a life!

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