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    Yeah that’s a good idea go on

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    And you should check on Adedayo on social media naw

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    Dela Cruise
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    I just hope telling her now won’t affect her psychologically or otherwise as a child

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    Dela Cruise
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    You should try checking for Dayo online to know how he is faring atleast to know your stand in his life

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    Ubi Kyle
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    Good Decision, Ride On

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    Ride on Arike

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    THEME: The story of us
    Arike’s POV

    Iteoluwa would be really disturbed and shocked if we bump into Adedayo without her knowing the truth and my reasons for not making her meet her father before now.

    I sighed. “Iteoluwa-“ I called out her name in a tight whisper.
    “Yes mom.” She looked up at me.
    Then I remembered the day my mom had me in her arms this way, telling me about how she had me without any support from the man who fathered me. And it felt like I was looking at my younger self.
    “Mommy-“ her tiny voice jolted me out of thought.
    “Yes..” I mumbled.
    “What do you want to say?” She asked.
    I repositioned her head to rest on my chest. “Iteoluwa, do you remember the day you asked me about my dreams?” I asked.
    “Yes mom..when teacher Brianna asked us to talk about our dreams with our parents.” She answered.
    “Yes sweetie.”
    That was last year, it was close to career day at her school and teacher Brianna had asked every kid in the class to talk about what they would like to become in the future and dress the same way to school for the career day.
    “Yes..and you said that you wanted to be an author who writes children books.” I reminded.
    “Yes mom, I want to write stories children can read at bedtime and have a good night sleep with big smiles in their faces.” Iteoluwa replied with excitement as she peered up at me.
    “I love.” I kissed her forehead.
    “You said that.. you didn’t have a dream.” Her face turned sad.
    I had a dream which I fulfilled but I had to give up everything for her.
    I shook my head. “I am sorry, but I lied to you.”
    Her forehead creased. “Why mom?” She asked.
    “That is why I want to tell you everything.” I replied.
    “Okay..I am listening..and I won’t hate you for lying to me.” She said with a childish smile.
    “Thank you, sweetie.” I kissed her forehead again.
    I held her tiny hands in mine. “I was born in Nigeria and as a little girl I wanted to be a lawyer.” I said.
    “Oh wow! A lawyer! That’s supercoool! But mom, did you get to be a lawyer?” She asked.
    “Yes I was a lawyer before I had you in America.” I answered.
    “Were you a lawyer in America?” She asked.
    “No, I was a lawyer in Nigeria.” I answered.
    “So why did you relocate to America?” She glanced up at me, curiosity clearly written on her expression.
    “Iteoluwa..the thing is-“ I paused.
    “Is it because of my dad?” she blurted out.
    My eyes widened in sheer surprise. “I heard you..talking about him..with Mr Bamidele.” She said in a low tone.

    I thought Iteoluwa was asleep that day and I couldn’t stop thinking how much she must have heard.
    “Tell me the want to know about him.” She said.
    I could see the tears welling up in her eyes. “Please..don’t cry.” I whispered.
    “I just..want to know about my daddy.” She admitted and wiped her face clean.

    The only time Iteoluwa asked me about her dad was when teacher Brianna informed them to bring their parents to school for family day. Prior to this day, she had asked me why she didn’t have a dad like other kids in her school when even the children in the foster home had fathers.
    And somehow I had managed to tell her that her father was somewhere far away making money for us. So I never attended family day at her school except when Daniel offered to act like a father, and we had won gifts as a family.
    “Iteoluwa..your daddy-“
    “Don’t tell me..he doesn’t want to see me.” She mumbled with a sad look on her face.
    “ is not the case.”
    “Then it?” She asked.
    “Your daddy..was my best friend. We were so close that I loved him but didn’t realize it until I lost him.” I narrated everything to her only leaving out details that wasn’t suitable for her age till when I relocated to America.
    “So daddy..doesn’t know about me yet?” She asked.

    I shook my head. “I was scared of what would happen if he finds out about you.”
    “Mom, what about you?” She asked.
    And it took me a while to understand her question.
    “Are you..ready to see him?” She questioned with a pleading look on her expression.
    “I am took open..up to you.” I stuttered, knowing that that my response didn’t answer her question.
    She nodded. “Mom, it is alright if you don’t want to meet my dad.” She managed to flash me a small smile.
    And awkward silence spread as I struggled for something else to say. I was so locked up in my thought that I didn’t notice Iteoluwa’s head was already off my chest and she was laying on the bed with her singing doll close to her chest.
    “It doesn’t..matter mom, it has been me, you, grandpa, grandma and everyone at the home-“ she paused and continued after some seconds.
    “I don’t..need a dad.” She said shakily.
    “I am sorry, sweetie.” I apologized.
    Iteoluwa gave me a small smile as let go of my hand and covered herself with the duvet. I tried to help her but one look and then I knew she was avoiding me.
    She had promised not to hate me but the action was more than anything. Her words was spoken quietly but too mature for her age.
    And the pain in her smile convinced me that my child missed having a father far more than I have ever known.

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    THEME: A failed marriage
    Arike’s POV

    Iteoluwa was a cheerful child and so full of life. And she was always silent like this only when she was badly hurt. I love her more than anything in the world and I would do everything in my power to make up for the fact that I didn’t let her meet her father when and I always thought I had done a great job of fulfilling both roles of a father and mother in her life.

    The knowledge of knowing her father was near but couldn’t meet him must be hurting her right now. She was just a child, close to five year old, and definitely she had missed having a father around.
    But Iteoluwa was trying to act mature and smarter than her age by trying to hide her pain just to protect me. She could tell that I wasn’t ready to meet her dad so she didn’t pressure me about it so I wouldn’t get hurt.

    My child was starting to protect me when it was my job to protect her. So how was I going to make her open up to me and me her feelings?
    “It was all my fault.” I admitted to no one in particular.
    I took the whole blame knowing that Adedayo wouldn’t have cut us out if he knew I was carrying his child. He would have supported and protected us because he loved me. I knew Adedayo wouldn’t have acted like I never existed if I had told him I was going to have his child five years ago.

    I should have made connections with him but I didn’t, which had resulted in hurting my child when I didn’t even want her to be caught in this situation from the start.
    I had cut Adedayo out completely for five years. Obviously I have been an idiot to think that we were going to be fine without him. I was horribly sorry that my child has been caught in the middle of my selfish affairs.
    “I am sorry.” I mumbled.
    I peered down at Iteoluwa, her eyes were close so I couldn’t tell if she was asleep or pretending to be asleep. I slide out of bed and went out of the bedroom.

    I needed to drink water and clear my head. I can’t keep hurting my child, I have to decide on what is best for my daughter.
    On getting to the kitchen, I saw Busayomi in the dinning area. She gestured to me to come over.
    “Why aren’t you asleep? It is late.” I asked.
    She shook her head. “It is past midnight, let us say that..I am worried.” She answered.
    I raised my eyebrow. “Hold on let me get water.”
    She nodded and I walked into the kitchen. I grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge and went back to the dinning area.
    “Why are you you worried?” I handed her a bottle of water.
    “Thank you.” She muttered.
    We drank from our bottles of water respectively and set it back down on the table.
    “So tell me why are you worried?” I repeated the question.
    “Is it because of the wedding? I guess you must be really stressed from the wedding preparation.” I said.
    She shook her head in disagreement. “It is not about the wedding. I am just worried about you and Iteoluwa.” She said.
    “Why are you worried about us? Can’t you see that we are comfortable, alright and also looking forward to the big day.” I put on a fake smile.
    “Arike, I have known you for years now, so don’t pretend like you are fine.” She said.
    “Seriously-“ I tried to assure her that I was alright but then she broke the ice.
    “I overheard you talking to Iteoluwa.” She said.
    My false smile faded and was replaced with a sad look.
    “I wasn’t eavesdropping but it happened that I was passing by at that moment.”
    I swallowed the bitterness that welled up inside of me. “I told her everything..the truth and now I think she hates me because I am not ready to meet Dayo.”
    “Arike-“ she reached out to hold my hand. “It must have been hard for you to return to Nigeria and I commend your courage to be able to tell Iteoluwa the truth.”
    “I am worried about her.” I admitted sincerely.
    “If you are truly worried about her, you need to let her meet Adedayo.”
    “But that would stir-“ Busayomi interrupted me.
    “Dayo’s marriage is not what you think it is, Arike.” She said with a sigh.
    My forehead creased. “What do you mean?” I asked.
    “It is a failed marriage.” She blurted out.
    “What about?” I stammered.
    “I am in no position to tell you anything.” Busayomi replied.
    “You have to tell me what-“

    She cuts me off. “You have to meet Adedayo if you want to know anything.” She stood up to leave but I grabbed her wrist.
    I was confused as to what she was saying. “What is going on with Adedayo?” I asked in a concerned tone.
    “I can see that you still care so much about him. If you want to know peace, find him so you won’t have to worry anymore.” She let go of my hand. “Check the news.” She said before walking away.
    “The news? What news?” I asked but no response came from her.

    The news? Bamidele has mentioned something about the news too. What are they hiding about Adedayo’s marriage? A failed marriage? What had happened in five years? I needed to know.

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