THE GIFT AND THE GIVER PART 2

Rachel was born to be an inspiration to this world. She has an idea about everything, I mean everything. From relationships to science, psychology and religion; sincerely she is an embodiment of knowledge. But she has a problem she can only advice others she can’t advice herself. This evening it’s my turn to gain. The call lasted about five minutes and I was equipped for the night. I knew one at least of the five measures she advised would work. Which one in particular, I don’t know. 

I walked back into the living room and built a confidence like the president’s son. I called Marian to come close. When she sat next to me I whispered in her ears “get something to wear, I wanna take you for a ride”. Waoh she screamed until she remembered she had some friends. We walked into the lobby and she asked if her friends are coming with us and I blatantly said no. I walked back into the living room with my arms closed in all gentility, called the attention of all the ladies and told them : please I don’t mean to disrupt your gathering but I and Marian would be going out on a short tour, we would be back in just a moment. Feel at home till we come. Alright, no problem was their response. 

Her dressing was taking longer than enough; I stepped into the room and adjusted what she was wearing. I want a casual look I said. A Jean and a T-shirt. We argued that for a while and afterwards I won again. We were stepping out and I saw a guy run to the car to open it for her and two other guys in mufti but heavily built were asking her what directions is she going tonight. I stopped to ask who those were and she said they are the securities her dad gave her. I laughed and told her those guys aren’t coming with us. Security is the first trait of every relationship and if you cannot trust the person you’re with to protect you, then there is no need to get into it at all. She looked at me puzzled; but she had no choice than to accept. She thought it was her car we were driving but I put her up in my branded Toyota Prado and off we left. 

 

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I drove her to City Park; the most exposed Natural Park in town. A place where class was misplaced; where wealth doesn't count, because everything is average. We were about to have two bottles of Guinness stout with some crazy friends of mine. She felt a little discomfort when we first got there but I told her if those guys over there ever find out who she is, then it means she is proud. She tried to hide her uneasiness but it showed a little and after engaging her in all the Pidgin English jokes she livened up herself that she didn’t feel like going home again. She drank all brand of beer in sips and it was the twelve o clock bang that made us leave. She wasn’t tipsy, she was high. I drove her to her house and helped her into the apartment. She wouldn’t let me go home thus I had to sleep. With no hesitation I have the heart of a billionaire’s daughter at my palm and I can do whatever with it. 

I pulled her clothes slowly and demolished the hole beneath. Her screams were loud and the feelings could be felt with scratches from her nails on my back. I didn’t pity the softness and she didn’t complain also. When she woke up the next morning, she said baby thank you. She needed to drink water based on the dehydration. A call from her room produced that and it was when Stella was leaving that I realized it was 8.30 am I am one hour thirty minutes late. The fear of my boss is the surety of salary. And with Toyota Prado with me hmmmm I’m finished. I placed a call to my boss immediately and told her not to say a word. When he picked he wanted to start his normal ranting but I interrupted. Sir, I would be coming to the office with Danjuma Marian in the next one hour. I’ve been at her apartment since seven o clock; she just attended to me now. So let all things be ready. The reply almost made me laugh. That’s my boy he said but something was about to change the whole arrangement. 

Her phone rang and when she picked I heard mummy good morning. You’re downstairs? Come up mum I really need you to meet someone. I felt a chill run through me as she jugged herself into a transparent outfit. I corrected that again as I moved into the living room. When the door opened I stood up to greet her mum and surprisingly I know I’ve seen the face before; then I remembered it was in Thomas Paine’s hotel room…………….. Thomas is the richest young dude who specializes in sleeping with queens and dames and I’m about to explain why I did that the other day.

THE GIFT AND THE GIVER PART 1

All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. And where I work eating is like playing. My boss love to work. He would nearly crucify for receiving a call and everyone of them chant in my ears every day, “I need to marry”. It’s 4 pm and I’m fully exhausted. I need a plate of food else I’ll faint in the next couple of minutes. I struggled to a continental restaurant to depict the value of where I work. I walked in and asked for the normal fried rice and snail. And in waiting for it; I got a cup of orange juice to step up my appetite. It’s ten minutes, then I suspected it was alacarte. With hunger reduced I waited as I played with my phone.

It was the third time she asked before I heard. It seems I was sleeping only while waiting. I replied yeah you can join me as she sat down. She was beautiful without a blemish and I questioned myself why she had to come to my table when there were extra chairs in some other places. She later told me she doesn't like eating alone and she just needed a company. 

Hi, my name is Fred and I’m Marian she replied. The first thing that came to my mind was my wallet. This means I’m paying for two. How would you walk into a restaurant looking for company? Don’t you have friends you may bring along? She must be a player I thought, but notwithstanding I’ll play along. We were served the same time and I was surprised at who told them what she wanted to eat. I later discovered she had called to order for her food before she came. Coincidentally we were having the same thing. She dipped her hand inside her bag and asked the server for the bill. She whispered to her and she paid for both our meals. At this point my perception changed. 

MARIAN'S APARTMENT

I opposed her paying, trying to fight my wallet out of my pocket but she just gave a pat and said don’t worry you’ll still pay many. We both laughed but that kept on ringing in my head. The meal took a while and I couldn’t order for extra rice because of her. When we were done we both walked outside and pressing the remote the light blinked in a range rover sport, then a new perception was created again. I walked her to the car and saw her open the door; she hopped in and gave me her card. Fred, please call me when you are done cleaning up your table in the office. 

I got to the office and the sight of my boss made me know something was wrong. I had gone out with his official vehicle in the name of marketing and I forgot it was already 5.30pm. He was fuming but I wasn’t scared. I drove in and walked to him. He started shouting and calling fire and brimstones to consume me; calling me all sorts of names. When he was done, he now asked me what happened and I told him I was with I was Danjuma Marian, she seems to be interested in our products. The scene changed when my boss heard the name. He was most surprised when he saw the complementary card and the story became ………………… that’s the problem I have with you. You don’t know how to express yourself so well. Immediately you came back you should have been dancing and next time don’t wait for me to ask before you say it. I nodded yes as we left the car park with a smile. 

But sir I called his attention, I should need a car because she said she would be inviting me to a gathering today where I may meet other prospective buyers and investors. My boss seems more interested. He called for the office Toyota Prado. Even though it was branded I didn’t mind. With an extra fifty thousand in my pocket, I was good to go. I called her when I got home and she described her house. It wasn’t going to be difficult to locate but that didn’t matter. I was just wondering if she stayed alone or with her parents. 

The exclusive apartment was the pent house of Humpy’s. A five star apartment meant for the royals alone. My car was scanned a couple of time and I had to put a call across to her before I was permitted into the apartment. My cologne was reactivated just before I stepped out of my car, and with my hair nicely combed with a check T-shirt on a blue jean; I knew I was presentable. It was the 11^th floor and the elevator was the best reflection of the apartment. It was finer than my house. It took like eight seconds to get there and the apartment faced the door of the elevator. As I approached, the door opened into a lobby and a girl walked up to me. Good evening sir…. Are you Mr Fred? I said yes. She continued I’m Stella; Miss Marian’s head of protocol, you’re welcome to her apartment. 

I looked within and asked where my father was when this girl’s father was making money. Even the head of protocol was more beautiful than all the girlfriends I’ve ever had. When I eventually entered into the living room hmmmmm it was paradise. She walked towards me with her hands wide open for a hug which I willingly gave but with a kiss following I was slow but couldn’t deny her. She introduced me as her boyfriend and fiancée kind of thing. All the friends stood up to give a hug and suddenly I discovered I was the only guy in the midst of six ladies. But wait; how cheap could I be; to be bought for just one plate of food. I was confused for a while but I excused myself to the balcony to call my muse. Her name is Rachel Nando…….

ANOTHER ADVICE

08036573263 Pls call me Stella

My name is Stella Jones and I wonder also why a man would be so cowardly assumed in the midst of himself. Of all the proposals coming to me I choose you and exposed the love I have for you but to my surprise all I get is this rendition of me as a desperate lady looking for you. I have multi millionaires rolling at my doorstep for my hand in marriage but in all truth I just feel you are closer to the truth than them. I have been aware of my beauty a long time coupled with good behaviours; I know there is something the masculine gender needs in me. Ugwa I won’t be deceitful in this but it would be very difficult for you to control the family you are trying to build. You are just too good a man. You permit all things and your forgiving spirit is godly. This is not a trait of a man particularly in Africa. Be the man your spouse could be proud of. 

I remembered the first day I mistakenly kissed you; it was like paradise around me. I love any time we sleep on the same bed. Even though the best of us as been friends I won’t mind sharing my life with you. Once more I am open. You won’t believe what your friend Ogoye has done to convince me to this level but notwithstanding; you are where my heart belongs. If you are not interested you should know. I am not saying Ogoye is a bad person but the difference between both of you is like local gin compared to Hennessey. You are just too refined and also precise, a man of his words and a giver like no other. Your words keep ringing in my mind “whatever you can’t loose don’t possess”. You are an example of a daddy my children would love to be exposed to. I have few days left and I don’t think it’s ripe for you to start a thought process of forever. Ugwa, what else do you desire in a woman that I don’t possess? That a deeper thought and probably you would understand yourself better. 

I could still remember the day we gave you alcohol and you felt like the world was on your head. The day you slept without your shirt on and woke up with severe cold. The day you stood under the rain to help me in with the umbrella. The day you gave me your last money to feed and you stayed overnight with hunger. The day you drove me round town, while I was looking for convocation gown. The time you spent with me at Younda hospital when I wasn’t feeling fine. The smiles we have and all the arguments you made me win. I know I might even not deserve you, but I’ll prefer you saying it out than make me an option. If I had control over these feelings I would have left this stage of delusion but in all sincerity; I’ll be happiest bearing your surname for the rest of my life. I wish I was the man and you the woman, convincing you won’t be difficult but I’m here lost in between two worlds. Give me the honour for this courage I have. 

It’s not easy but I’m doing it. I’ve been good all through with the help of you guys and it’s now too late to turn my back. For posterity sake I want this letter saved but I believe you would do justice to my emotions. I love you Ugwa and it would be painful if another lady gets you instead of me

A GOOD ADVICE

7C907F7B UGWA

I wonder how good this world would have been if gratitude is given in its best. Men go out of their way to do great things for others but what they get in return is betrayal sometimes and other times ingratitude. This was also the case of Ugwa, Ogoye and Stella. Ogoye and Ugwa had been very good friends since childhood. Through primary and secondary school they’ve been best of friends. An introduction was made at the tail end of secondary school of a girl called Stella. Stella was really a friend. They all stayed all through university and none between Ogoye and Ugwa made any approach towards Stella. But there is a problem attached to this in their minds. They both love Stella and only one of them must make it known to her. They are even more scared of losing the relationship they have built with the exposure of love and affection for a friend. 

One lovely evening, Ogoye and Ugwa called themselves aside and started to weigh who loved Stella more out of the two of them. From their analysis, they love her equally thus the next point is to know who Stella really loves. They agreed they would call Stella at different times and tell her about the other person to know what she feels about them.

It was Ogoye that went first and in ten minutes it was obvious Stella loved Ugwa more than him. She went ahead and told Ogoye how well she fantasizes about herself and Ugwa. She said Ugwa is a perfect description of what a man to settle down with is. All she had ever wanted in a man is Ugwa. She continued with the praises to be point she discovered Ogoye was getting jealous. 

When Ugwa approached Stella with the same question, she told Ugwa the same thing she told Ogoye. Ugwa felt very good but he couldn’t show it. He knows these whole arrangement is about to scatter the relationship they’ve been keeping a while now. He decided he was not going to tell Ogoye the truth.

So the two guys met to report what the result of the meetings with Stella brought. Ugwa started by saying to Ogoye that firstly she said she loves the two of us but from her explanation she loves you more. She said you have been on her mind and she just doesn't know how to tell you. She said she doesn't want to spoil the relationship between you and I; thus she didn’t tell you herself ever since. With these words Ogoye was surprised and felt it could be a set up. 

 

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When Ogoye was reporting he skipped the whole good part of Ugwa in the story. All Ogoye said was that Stella loved him extremely and that he has to go ahead and ask her out for a relationship. Ugwa didn’t object and willingly he gave a go ahead to what he was supposed to have. 

The next two days brought the first moves of envy. Ogoye had gone ahead to ask Stella out and she declined telling him she loves Ugwa not him. This caused a problem between Ugwa, Stella and Ogoye and when the tension was much, they all went their ways. Ugwa was broken over the relationship that it took him two years to recover from the pains of loosing his friends. Two weeks ago he stumbled on a card which reads “Stella weds Ogoye”………………….. He located Stella and immediately she saw him she promised to call off the wedding, if he is still interested in her. If you are Ugwa what would you do? Sincerely Ugwa loves Stella also

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