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    that’s a stupid idea u have thy,while must u use what someone did to u to punish others

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    stupid bode,,,, bcos a lady disappointed u,,,, u now resulted to raping and public disgrace. , if not bcos of d pregnancy,, I still want u to suffer

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    I hope that lawyer wouldn’t change her mind abt this case

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    The Morning After – Episode 8: An Unexpected Deception
    FRIDAY, MARCH 14th, 2014.
    Ogba, Lagos.
    9:00AM
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    Funmi felt a tightening around her mid-section, she clutched her tummy as she rolled on the bed. It felt like the twisting pain she normally experienced before and during her period, but pregnant women don’t menstruate she thought to herself as the cramping sensations continued.
    She had been feeling really uneasy and stressed out for the past few days, not just with having to travel from the police station to the VAW centre but with her mum’s attitude and comments. ‘After the meeting on Saturday, at-least you can now register for your ante-natal sessions’, she had said on Thursday morning. She had thoroughly ignored her, preferring to concentrate on dressing up for school as she tidied up her make up. She was resuming school after about two weeks absence as she couldn’t allow an investment of five years go to waste in its final lap. She would not give Bode the satisfaction of ruining her education. Life just had to continue.
    She felt a warm wetness trickle down her left thigh amidst her wriggling on the bed that stirred her up to her feet. Blood? Her widened look seemed to ask as she hurried to the bathroom bent over. The pains that were sharp but intermittent were becoming more sustained with each passing second as she barely held out from screaming. She tossed up her night gown once inside the bathroom and watched as blood ran down her legs. ‘Mum!’ She called out, trying to restrain the panic in her voice as she saw some mucus looking substance in the discharge.
    As alarmed and in pain as Funmi felt, she could also sense some tremors of excitement welling up in her, ‘Mum!!’ She groaned louder.
    Mrs Badejo heard her daughter’s call in the room, but wasn’t sure she heard right. Funmi had limited their conversations since she opposed her abortion suggestion and had even grown formal with her dad whom she usually was closer to, after discovering that he was also hesitant to buy into her suggestion. The next call was a bit more desperate, prompting her to rise up quickly from her chair.
    Dare drawn by the pace of his wife as she dashed past him and simply muttering Funmi when he asked if all was well, hurried after her as she headed to Funmi’s room. ‘What’s the problem,’ he kept asking as his wife hurried to answer the call.
    The Badejos half walked and half ran into their daughter’s room and their eyes were immediately drawn to the several patches of blood stains on the cream coloured vitrified floor finish leading to the bathroom. ‘Funmi,’ Mrs Badejo called out as she made for the bathroom with her husband in tow. She turned the knob of the bathroom door and the image of her daughter with clenched teeth, clutching at her tummy with bloodstains on the floor of the bathroom was enough to pass the message.
    ‘Dear, hospital,’ She said to her husband, whom had not gotten a chance to see what the matter was about.
    ‘What’s the matter?’ Dare asked as he pulled his wife back to have a look at their daughter who was clasping her hands around her belly in pain. The look from his wife made him understand that this was better handled by women, ‘Okay,’ he said as he got out of the way, ‘get her out, and let me go get the car keys.’
    Funmi looked at her parents in amusement as they fell over themselves to attend to her. If there was anything she was glad to hear, it was that they were taking her to the hospital.
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    Isolo, Lagos.
    11:30AM
    Kunle Johnson was clearly agitated. He was tired of telling his wife that Lekan was not just his younger brother but a grown man who had a family of his own. ‘I cannot force him to do what he doesn’t want to do, he says he will not attend the meeting and I get it, or do you think I’m happy going to this meeting?’ He asked his wife who remained silent. ‘I haven’t visited my friend in 2014 and my first visit is to go and start begging that he should pardon someone that he said raped his daughter?’
    ‘That someone is your nephew,’ his wife quipped, her face wearing a frown. She was obviously displeased by her husband’s reluctance to help. ‘And Bode said she was his girlfriend.’
    Kunle Johnson eyeballed his wife.
    Dunni walked into the discussion from school as her dad and mum engaged themselves, she had decided to leave school early so that she could avoid the usual traffic caused by those returning from work especially since she was free for the rest of the day.
    ‘Young woman, you’re welcome,’ Kunle Johnson replied his daughter’s greeting. ‘Sit down,’ he said, his tone of voice carrying with it a lot of authority.
    ‘Aah! She won’t even drop her bag?’ his wife asked in protest.
    ‘You will let me talk,’ Kunle fired back, silencing his wife, before turning to Dunni. ‘So what do you know about this Funmi’s case that has gone as far as the police station, that my friend Umar had to call me?’ Kunle asked his daughter, his eyes fully focused on the startled face in front of him. ‘You are her friend and room-mate, are you not?’
    ‘I am sir,’ Dunni replied.
    ‘Good, so go on.’
    ‘I know they are friends,’ Dunni continued.
    ‘I’m not asking if they are friends, Funmi is pregnant and she says Bode raped her, while Bode insists, they were in a relationship. He actually uses you as his alibi, so young woman what do you have to say?’
    Dunni removed the sling of her bag from off her shoulder as the weight was becoming too much for her to bear or maybe it was the pressure from the questions that her dad was throwing at her. ‘Daddy, Funmi is a big girl and I wouldn’t know if she went out or didn’t go out with Bode, especially if she didn’t want me to know, but I saw them together a couple of times,’ Dunni replied, shifting very uncomfortably.
    Kunle Johnson looked at his daughter, not one bit convinced by her response.
    Dunni kept her gaze to the floor, fully aware that her dad was not satisfied by her reply to his question. Bode had called her to tell her of what his side of the story would be at the meeting and had advised that she corroborates his story, hence he needed her presence at the meeting. As usual, she had refused, as she couldn’t imagine stabbing Funmi not just in the back but right into her heart.
    ‘How do I look at her and lie to her face?’ Dunni asked, more from confusion than anger.
    ‘You don’t need to look at her, fix your eyes on the ground,’ Bode said impatiently, cutting the call.
    If she couldn’t convince her dad with her response, how then did she hope to convince everyone at the meeting with Funmi’s eyes tearing down at her?
    She raised up her head to catch her dad’s gaze, while her mum concerned herself with the news on the TV even though she was very aware of the conversation between father and daughter.
    ‘You can go,’ Kunle said, preferring to save his words. ‘I just hope you know that while it’s a settlement meeting, you might end up being the centre of attraction tomorrow as you’re the link between both parties.’
    Dunni walked on towards her room not waiting to respond to her dad. If she had a choice, Funmi’s house would be a no-no tomorrow – she dreaded just the mere thought of being in that meeting.
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    Wempco Road, Lagos.
    2:40PM
    The doctor looked down at the papers in front of him and up at the eyes staring at him. ‘What you experienced young lady is SAB, spontaneous abortion otherwise called miscarriage, erm…erm, I guess this is your first pregnancy?’
    Funmi nodded.
    ‘From the test carried out in the lab from the discharge, the miscarriage was caused by chromosomal abnormalities which is the usual cause of seventy to eighty percent of all miscarriages I’ve handled, erm…it’s not something to panic about, we’ll give you some drugs…’ The doctor paused as he saw Mrs Badejo’s hands go up in the air while almost singing the words, ‘Thank you, thank you, thank you.’
    Funmi watched in anger as her mum raised up her hands in an unnecessary display of drama. What hypocrisy.
    ‘Is there a problem ma?’ The doctor asked, his eyes running from Funmi’s angry face to the contrasting ecstasy in her mother’s eyes.
    Funmi almost spat the words, she’s happy that her grandchild died, in sarcasm, but held herself back at the very last minute. She had never insulted her mother before and she would not start now.
    The ultrasound results say it was a complete miscarriage, but I would need you to take some drugs from the pharmacy… the doctor’s voice trailed off as the thoughts in her mind became too noisy for her to hear him speak. She revelled in her good-luck, now she could concentrate on her strategy without the mighty distraction of a pregnancy. She was confident that playing the video of the rape in the meeting would upset her parents, if not her mum, at-least her dad, so much so that the settlement meeting that her mum has now stylishly tagged it, would end up nothing short of a fighting meeting.
    She pushed the track pad to the Media sign and tapped on it, she felt an urge to catch a glimpse of the video, it was her joker for the meeting, a video that she had not seen past the one minute, forty seventh second mark. She pushed the track pad past the Music and Pictures sign, allowing the highlight to rest on the Videos sign. As she tapped on the track pad to open up the section, she was roused by her mum calling her name. Funmi! Her mum called again, interrupting the procession and jolting her back to the realities of the doctor’s office. She tapped the end call button and slipped the phone back into her pocket, settling into her chair to listen to the doctor continue his speech. She smiled as she thought of the shock she was planning to serve at the meeting tomorrow, in just about seventeen hours’ time. At that moment, her eyes caught the staggering movement of the seconds’ hand of the wall clock as it steadily traversed the face of the clock chopping off several seconds from the seventeen hours. The countdown to Bodecalypse had begun.
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    The Morning After – Episode 9: Video Nasty
    FRIDAY, MARCH 14th, 2014.
    Maitama, Abuja.
    8:00PM
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    Amaka Obi Ezenwa looked around the room with an air of satisfaction. She smiled as her eyes fell on the boxes close to the walk-in closet, all packed and carefully stacked in preparation for tomorrow’s trip.
    Marriage is sweet, she reminded herself. It was going to be her second year wedding anniversary tomorrow and in celebration, her husband was taking the family to the Obudu mountain resort for a week, to use his words, to continue their honeymoon. ‘Honeymoon indeed,’ she had replied. ‘With Josh tagging along abi?’
    ‘If I remember correctly, you are the one who refused to drop him off at my sister’s place,’ Chika reminded her. ‘Don’t just complain, enjoy the honeymoon for three,’ he continued laughing.
    Josh was four months old when it was their first year wedding anniversary and Chika, her husband, who had insisted during their honeymoon that they would be returning to the resort for their first year wedding anniversary had to put off the plan because of the baby and had instead gotten her a Toyota corolla 2012 edition. It had blown her mind.
    She had totally forgotten about the Obudu trip this year and was instead racking her brain on what she would like as a gift as she went shopping for her husband’s anniversary’s gift, when he dropped the Aero flight tickets on her laps on his return from the office three days ago.
    ‘I would have loved to surprise you with this a night before our anniversary but I remembered we have to do some packing for the trip,’ he said as he placed a soft kiss on her lips.
    ‘Thank God you didn’t,’ she replied smiling. ‘You would have ended up being the one surprised,’ she said as they both eased into laughter.
    She glanced at her watch, it was fifteen minutes past eight. Josh was sleeping in the nursery while her big baby Chika had called earlier to say he might be a little late as he had to clear his desk to make sure nothing distracts him during the vacation. She made for the bathroom to prepare herself for him, she planned to set the tone for honeymoon number two, with an eve to remember.
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    SATURDAY, MARCH 15th, 2014.
    Omole, Phase 1, Lagos.
    6:03AM
    The beep beep sound of a text message alert on her phone filtered into her cloudy head as she unwillingly reached out for the device. She normally stayed late in bed on Saturday mornings, usually until her boy Osas would come wake her up by jumping on her. Today definitely wasn’t going to be one of those Saturdays.
    The text was from Funmi. Ese hurried over the contents of the text, poring over every written word, it was the first time Funmi was communicating with her since Wednesday when she had opened up about her past relationship with Bode. The text was an invite to a meeting that was supposed to start by eleven.
    After the meet-up with Bode for lunch yesterday, she felt less burdened with guilt each time it crossed her mind that Funmi may retain her services and she might have to lead the prosecution of Bode. She saw for the first time the fading scar close to his temple, her eyes lingered on it for a while but before it crossed her mind to judge herself for his injury, she observed the huge gaps between the Bode she once dated and the person sitting across the table. He was still dashingly handsome but there was now a dark side to him. He was charming, maybe even more charming than when they were together in school, he was smooth and flirty like he used to be, but there was something cold about this Bode. He was calculative and manipulative. The old Bode was dead – probably she even murdered him and this one sitting opposite her was a monster.
    As she punched on her phone to make a call to Mrs George informing her of the invite to the meeting, her door swung open and her little giant Osas, bounced into the room with a swagger only he could command. He ran his fingers on his eye brows as he approached the bed, ‘mummy, come and watch cartoon with me,’ he said lazily.
    Ese smiled. Her Saturday just officially hit the start button. She got out of the bed, being led by her son, she could feel it deep inside of her that it was going to be an interesting day. She couldn’t place a finger on why she felt that way, but she couldn’t deny the feeling all the same.
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    Maitama, Abuja.
    8:00AM
    Chika smiled to himself as he ran his right hand on his head. It was the big day and he planned to make it special. Their flight was for ten ‘o’ clock and so there was a bit of time to do some personal stuff he reminded himself as he settled down on his chair in the study.
    He dragged the cursor to the inbox section after duly waiting for the laptop to come on. He had received an email prompt on his phone while on the bed with his wife and seeing who the mail was from, had decided it was safer to check it on the laptop in the study. How do you explain an email from the girl you should have married, on your wedding anniversary? It just didn’t sound right.
    Happy anniversary my teddy bear who became too good for me because of one mistake. I hope you are enjoying your sister Theresa wife? I saw this on the internet and being the caring person that I am, felt that you would find the tricks useful as you plan big for your anniversary night. Here’s the link http://wp.me/p3OYmd-A.
    Love you dearie. Never stopped.
    Kisses.
    Sylvia.
    Chika smiled, reading the mail a second time before proceeding to click on the link. He held his breath as the page opened up, his eyes glued to the screen. Hot couple in Valentine Action was the title on the page, the smile on Chika’s lips widened, from the blurry picture on the screen, he could see that it was a pornographic video. Sylvia had always been naughty. Why would she think Amaka was a sister Theresa? Why would she even think he would need a pornographic clip to get turned on by his wife on their anniversary?
    He felt tempted to close the page and delete the mail from his inbox but ‘officer curiosity’ already had him arrested. He clicked on the play button, his eyes locked on the screen to watch the valentine action. It was just like he expected, it was a pornographic flick but something about the lady felt familiar as he listened to her moans. As he made to fast forward the flick, the camera shot for once in the twenty seconds already played, focused on the face of the lady -Chika froze- it was Amaka, his wife.
    The saliva in his mouth tasted like murder as he growled like a wounded lion. He paused the flick and rose up sharply from his chair, pacing up and down the study, his fingers scratching the shrubs of his beard. He banged his head with his fist severally as he panted with rage, muttering b---h, b---h, b---h, b---h with every bang of his fist on his head. He was incensed.
    The door creaked open at that moment as Amaka looking as beautiful as a Picasso painting rested on the frame of the door. ‘Happy anniversary darling,’ she cooed, her voice sensuous and smooth.
    Like darts, the words pierced Chika as they rolled out of the mouth of his wife. His bloodshot eyes interrupting any romance she had brought with her to the study. ‘Is that you in there?’ He asked, his fingers pointing to the screen of the laptop sitting on the table.
    Amaka waltzed to the table, taken aback by her husband’s response and strange attitude, he had hushed her down as she attempted to ask what was wrong and had instead pointed to the laptop on the table. She had never seen him like this in the two years they’ve been married and in the six months that they courted. ‘Yes?’ She asked as she stood in front of the laptop staring at blurry still pictures.
    ‘Press the play button,’ he said in a tone of voice that clearly displayed scorn and disdain.
    ‘I’m not pressing no play until you tell me what is going on here,’ Amaka fired back, angry at being ordered around like a kid.
    ‘I’ll kill you and kill myself if you don’t press that play button RIGHT NOW!!!’ Chika shouted, his voice rising with every syllable he uttered until it landed as a scream.
    Amaka shuddered. With shaky hands she moved the cursor to the play button with a swift movement of the mouse and clicked on play, and just then, her jaw dropped.
    The setting was familiar, the pictures were fresh in her memory and she recognized the scenery. Her lips vibrated from shock as an involuntary groan escaped from her mouth. The date was February 14, 2012, less than a month to her wedding with Chika -Bode had taped their escapade. ‘I can explain,’ she found herself saying. She didn’t plan the words, they just came out like they were from a guilty partners’ handbook.
    Chika stared at his wife with disgust as she shook uncontrollably with tears running down her cheeks, ‘I’m leaving this house now, so I don’t commit murder, I will be back by 6pm and if for any reason you’re still here when I come back, I will kill you,’ he said, delivering the words with such fierceness the message could not be doubted. ‘That is the reason why I will not ask the gate man to throw you out, not because I want to give you respect but because I want you to be tempted to wait for me,’ Chika said, his eyes fiery and murderous. He stormed out of the study after the mini speech, grabbing his car keys as he passed by the sitting room on his way out of the house.
    ‘Ah, ah, ah,’ Amaka groaned continuously as she was embraced with confusion, not knowing the next step to take. She slammed the laptop shut as the sound from the video filtered into her head. ‘Heeeeey!’ She screamed, collapsing to the ground as her knees failed to keep her standing. ‘It’s Bode …’ she answered like she had been asked a question. She was teetering at the edge of insanity.
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    Ogba, Lagos.
    12:15AM
    There was a sombre mood in the sitting room as everyone seated wore a serious look. The meeting had been on for about fifty minutes with SP Umar sending a complimentary police officer to observe proceedings even though he didn’t expect anything dramatic to occur. He expected a settlement, especially since the families were already well acquainted with each other.
    Dare Badejo looked at the prostrating figure of the man who had impregnated his daughter whether by rape or through concession and even though he wanted to tow the path of his daughter seeking justice, that decision seemed foolhardy and a journey into futility. ‘All I have to say…you can get up young man,’ Dare said, urging Bode who was still laying prostrate on the marbled floor to his seat, ‘There would be no need to offer to take care of the baby as there would be no baby,’ he announced, pausing for a second, to take in the surprise in the eyes of his guests. ‘My daughter here, had a miscarriage yesterday, something the doctor called spontaneous abortion and that is the reason I’m trying to hurry up this meeting so she can go and rest. This incidence has weighed heavily on her,’ he said, ignoring the gasps that greeted the miscarriage news from the female Johnsons.
    Bode had a sorrowful look plastered on his face but as his eyes caught Funmi’s, he gave her a mischievous wink that lasted a mini second, and then looked around to make sure he wasn’t noticed.
    Dunni sitting next to Funmi had caught the wink but had quickly taken her eyes off the duo just in-case another person was watching. This was the most difficult meeting she had ever attended in her life.
    Dare looked around to make sure he had the attention of everyone and then rested his gaze on his daughter, Funmi. ‘Funmi, you have heard everything that has been said, from Uncle Kunle, to Aunty Lara,’ he said gesturing at Dunni’s mum, ‘and then Bode’s mum and finally Bode himself. I am not the person that has been primarily hurt. That person is you, yes I’m hurt that there’s a situation like this but what matters is what you have to say,’ Dare said looking at his daughter, whose countenance had grown colder since he insisted that the young lawyer whom she had invited could not be part of the meeting. That had been the only up tempo moment in the meeting so far, as Funmi had stubbornly insisted on having the lawyer sit in the meeting before grudgingly settling to hosting her in her room while the meeting continued after being pleaded with by his friend Kunle, and the observing police officer.
    Funmi rose up from her chair where she sat, her eyes cold and unforgiving, and running a tour of the persons in the room. The two Mrs Johnson sat huddled together at her far right while Uncle Kunle sat to the left of her father who was flanked to his right by her mum. Bode sat almost opposite her while Dunni sat by her side, quiet and dumb as a statue. The police officer invited for the meeting sat farther apart, peering at a newspaper, raising his head from time to time to observe proceedings. He shifted impatiently in his chair, seemingly waiting for the end of the meeting, a settlement by both parties which was the inevitable conclusion to a meeting of this nature.
    ‘Dunni, is it true that I am or that I was ever in a relationship with Bode, just like he has stated?’ Funmi asked her friend who was sitting next to her, her eyes lowered to catch her gaze.
    ‘Yes, y..you were friends,’ Dunni said, her eyes returning the stare from Funmi and her mouth delivering the speech with relative calmness, except with the stuttering motion as she opened her mouth.
    Funmi smiled, even with the tears starting to trickle down her cheeks. She had asked the question to test the waters, to know where Dunni would stand when the shaking began and it was obvious where she had chosen to take her stand -with Bode.
    Kunle Johnson could not miss the ironic smile on the face of Funmi, it was the smile of one betrayed. He always knew his daughter had been lying to him.
    ‘Dad, if I prove that I was raped by this b-----d here, as my father, what would you do?’ Funmi asked pointing in the direction of Bode, the tears now freely flowing down her cheeks but her voice surprisingly stable and steely with resolve.
    Bode’s mum cleared her throat, which seemed unusually loud because of the eerie silence that followed Funmi’s question. She remained quiet with her hands joined together and resting on her laps.
    Dare hesitated, not sure if the question was rhetorical. The silence that followed the question made him realise that he needed to answer the question. ‘I will make sure he pays, I will make sure justice is done, he would go in for it,’ Dare stated looking into the crying eyes of his daughter like she was the only person in the room.
    Dunni’s mum shifted uneasily, the meeting had been going smoothly until this moment, except of course for the small distraction of the uninvited guest -the barrister. She didn’t however like the direction it was beginning to take as the environment was becoming unnecessarily charged.
    ‘Dad,’ Funmi called in an emotion laden voice, ‘he did not just rape me,’ she said. ‘He made a video out of it.’
    ‘Eh!’ Her mum gasped, her eyes popping out from shock.
    The sitting room was electric, even the police officer had dropped his magazine on the table and had inched closer to the group. Everyone was on the edge of their seats.
    ‘Yes mum, he made a video of it, it’s in my phone in the room,’ Funmi said wiping her face with her palm and heading to her room to retrieve her phone.
    Dare looked at Bode and the expression in his eyes was different from some thirty minutes ago where indifference had by now been replaced with fury.
    Bode looked squarely at Dunni as if to re-confirm that she indeed deleted the video and his gaze was met with a slight nod that only both of them could understand. He relaxed.
    Everyone waiting with bated breath fixed their gaze on the door that Funmi was to reappear from. There was total silence as the ticking sound of the clock underlined the suspense in the room.
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    I love this story please update more

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    I dey follow

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