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    Tee dak Wong
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    Where do we go from here.

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    Are u trying 2 tell us dat u r a prophet or dat u av a spirit dat can detect evils

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    williams kaduna boi
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    Episode 6

    She came to my house by 12noon the next day. It was a
    saturday and environmental sanitation day and I had spent the
    better part of that morning cleaning out the house and weeding
    up some stubborn plants that were growing on the edges of
    the pavement. I kind of enjoy cooking so I had made some
    jollof rice with crispy curry fried chicken awaiting my special
    guest. I had also stocked up on a few non alcoholic drinks in
    my mini-bar …remembering to make sure orange juice was
    included. She liked orange juice. I had also stocked up on
    some cool music and some bestseller movies. Hey, we weren’t
    going to be discussing her problems the whole time she was
    going to be at my place were we? So I tushed things up a bit in
    preparation for my special guest.
    I had been sorting through my pictures when she knocked on
    my door. I opened and let her in. She wore a light yellow
    sundress with green frills and matching head accessories. She
    looked classic. We hugged and exchanged pleasantries and
    she sat down. I offered the orange juice and she gladly
    accepted. I took some glasses and soon we were drinking and
    chatting away.
    “Getting to your place wasn’t easy at all,” she said. “The bike
    guys refused to reach here”.
    “Probably because of the environmental, ” I replied. “The touts
    at the junction won’t let them rest. They harass them even
    after 10 o clock!”
    she smiled and became quiet. I waited patiently.
    “So, you wanted to know what my problem was…” She said
    I braced myself.
    “I never knew my parents. My guardian adopted me from a
    motherless babies home in Enugu.” She smiled sadly. “He said
    I brought him good luck, that as soon as I entered into his
    house, good things started happening to him. He was a farmer
    whose wife had been found by the doctors to be infertile. They
    had tried on numerous occasions to have children of their own
    but it had all been in vain. So after extended discussions with
    his wife, they decided to adopt. He said I kind of looked like
    her and that was why he adopted me. According to him,as
    soon as I came into the house things turned around for the
    better. His farm started to yield more and his wife’s petty
    trading improved. Soon he was able to get a bigger house to
    stay in and extended his land for more farming. He was able to
    hire labourers and business really boomed. The wife was good
    to me and treated me like I was her own daughter. They sent
    me to the best school they could afford in the vicinity and I
    was immediately singled out as one of the most intelligent
    pupils in the class.”
    “How old were you when you were adopted?” I asked.
    “Daddy says I was two at the time.”
    I nodded and let her continue.
    “When I was in secondary school, a cousin of my adopted
    father came to visit. I had never seen him before and was
    surprised that he had never visited. My guardians welcomed
    him joyously and thanked him for finally gracing thier humble
    abode, which quite honestly wasnt so humble anymore. He
    seemed genuinely happy for them and kept on looking at me
    with interest. They introduced me to him as their daughter
    though over the years I had come to find out that I was
    adopted. Not that i minded when I found out. I think they just
    wanted to let me know the truth and I appreciated them the
    more for it. Anyway, he asked again who I was and I told them
    I was their daughter and he smiled and said he had seen his
    daughter in law. My guardians laughed and I looked away
    shyly but didn’t know that he was quite serious.”
    “He left the next day and came back a week later with his son
    whom he said was about finishing secondary school to enter
    the university. He introduced us and let us be by our selves
    while he discussed with my adopted parents. Obi, the man’s
    son, seemed very reserved at the time. Dunno if it was
    shyness. We said one or two things and after a while his father
    said they were going. They thanked us for receiving them well
    and we thanked them in return.
    Over time I got to like obi very well and even looked up to him
    like a senior brother. Even when my guardians teased me that
    he was my husband I denied it, telling them obi was my
    brother. One day, as I was about finishing secondary school,
    Obi called me aside and told me he had feelings for me and
    wanted to marry me. That we should make a pact before I
    entered the university. I was so happy! But I drew the line at
    the pact. Not that I didn’t want to be with him but my mother
    was a staunch Christian and had warned me against taking
    blood oaths which is what he was suggesting. I told him I
    loved him and would be with him but as for the pact he was
    suggesting, I would have nothing to do with it. Obi was very
    disappointed in this and didn’t speak to me for days. I felt
    terrible but refused to give in. Finally however he accepted my
    word of faith fullness and we made up.
    I entered the university when he was in 300level. We weren’t in
    the same university and we used to visit each other when we
    had the chance. Every once in a while he would bring up the
    issue of a pact again and I would refuse. I noticed that he had
    started to change. He followed bad gangs and told me he was
    no longer going to church, that church was for people who
    were too lazy to do things on thier own. I tried to talk to him,
    tried visiting him more often but he became more distant,
    saying if I loved him I would agree to the pact. However I held
    my ground on that matter.”
    One day he called me late in the evening and said he was
    coming to visit me on campus. I told him from where? He said
    he was driving down from his university. I told him it was too
    late already that he should wait until the next day but he
    refused. It was like he had been drinking or something. I
    pleaded with him to wait, as if I knew something bad was
    going to happen but he refused to listen. He said I had a
    boyfriend and that was why I didn’t want him to come. I told
    him that was not the case. Hr said anyhow he was coming,
    that we would do the pact that day whether I liked it or not. I
    cried and told him to wait that it was obvious he was drunk and
    we would talk further tomorrow bit he wouldn’t listen and cut
    the call. A few hours later someone called me with his phone
    that he had gotten into an accident and was in a private
    hospital. I hurriedly called my parents and his and travelled the
    next day to see him. The doctor said he hurt his back badly
    and couldn’t walk, that he was paralysed from the waist down.
    He blamed me for the accident. He said if I had agreed to what
    he was saying that he wouldn’t have travelled that day. I told
    him his being paralysed wouldn’t stop me from marrying him.
    I have cared for him since then. He still stays in his father’s
    house and has servants about him but every once in a while I
    check on him and he checks on me. We would have been
    married two years ago but his father keeps postponing the
    event for whatever reason. I have seen over the years that obi
    has changed completely. He no longer loves me or cares
    about me but at the same time he dosent want to let me go.
    He keeps insisting on making this pact even as I have stayed
    with him until now.”
    I took a deep breath. This was a lot to take in. I waited a bit
    though, and when she didn’t continue I asked
    “What about you? How do you feel about him?”
    She sighed. “I care for him. He is my responsibility. If I leave
    him now it will look like its because of his paralysis that I am
    leaving. And I honestly don’t know how he will manage if I
    “So you do want to leave?” I said.
    “But I can’t!” she cried. ” I can’t leave him in that state. What
    kind of a terrible person does that! I see him as my fiancé and
    future husband. In fact we would have been married if not for
    the delay from my father-in-law to be. I still don’t get what his
    own problem is. I am ready to marry his son but he keeps
    telling us to be patient. We have been dancing around the
    issue since the accident, that is about three years now. I once
    threatened to leave but obi burst into tears and I had to
    promise him I was not going anywhere before he calmed
    We were silent for a while. I kept thinking of Jerry Springer’s
    show “Baggage”. This was some serious stuff. Could I accept
    her baggage? And even if I did, what would I become? The
    family friend? How could I help?
    I sighed and she looked at me and smiled. “You are really
    great chuks. I see the way you do your work quietly. You don’t
    impose on people even when you are above them. I notice
    how you are always around to help others in thier problems.
    Falling for you would be so easy, but you can see why I have
    to keep my distance…”
    “Staying with someone in a relationship just because you feel
    sorry for the person, never works out.” I said.
    She looked a bit hurt and started to fidget in her seat.
    “Please chuks, I’d rather not talk about this anymore. I made
    someone a promise and I intend to keep it. He may not believe
    me but i do not need a pact to keep my word. Please can we
    leave it alone?”
    I sighed and sat back on my seat. She smiled and rested her
    head on my shoulder.
    “So. What is your big secret?” She asked.
    “I see things that others cannot see.”

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    angela uche
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    nice story, but the landlady who is she?

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    Wooooow he went straight to the point

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