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LIFE IN DUBAI
“Look where you are going madam,” a tall strange man said in his deep husky voice. He is looking every inch an Arabian, nature born of Dubai possibly. He looked like a prince with a lovely turban and golden chain on his neck, with a golden ring on his fingers. “a penny for your thought,” he continued, “you are oblivious of your environment and seem lost in thought. What could a beautiful lady be doing alone in this city? Are you with a chaperon or shall I say a husband?” I kept on looking at him from his head to his toes.
I had bumped into this wealthy-looking man and he kept on asking questions with no reply. When it seems I was not ready, he left me and went far away to sit down viewing me from afar.My husband, Barry booked a flight for me online paying for two weeks' holiday to sort out myself and be relieved from the depression that had settled in after being caught sleeping with maids on different occasions. I had wanted to divorceRelated chapters
THE CONVERSION MY REGRETS
I chose to ignore the strange man who wouldn’t mind his business. Who was the man paying for my meals? I needed to know. I was about to make a call to the kitchen when the phone rang, I picked and I heard “And do you want to know the man that you need to know? Aren’t you curious? He’s waiting for you, the usual place. See you there.”I got up and dressed hurriedly, and made for the door, I moved over to the usual place I stay every evening. He came to my seat, tall, handsome, wore a T-shirt on a trouser, a cowboy cap on his head. He sat down looking at my face and said, “Cry, baby, baby cry.” Then I knew it was the same man that had been following me from day one. “Oh! It’s you again?” yes, the voice was the same but he looked different because he was’/t putting on his traditional attire. I smiled and said, “Bonjour Monsieur.” He smiled in return and said, “Bonjour mademoiselle?” &ld
THE CONVERSION MY SMITH
I couldn’t sleep, I kept tossing on the bed, feeling a little bit dizzy, went to have a cold bath to cool my nerves. I decided to call my Smith. Calling from Metropolitan hotel in Dubai “am I talking to Mr. Smith Collins?” “Who are you, calling on Smith this ungodly hour?” “You’re lost long friend, Labby baby.” I said. Smith rushed to the toilet to receive the call, away from his wife that was sleeping noisily on the bed. She is good at snoring, since she gave birth to two, she developed this irritating habit of snoring, could it be because she has put on some weight? He was excited to hear my voice. He said, “Labby baby, how are you doing? You are married aren’t you, what are you doing in Dubai, have you gone there to shop or you're living there?” I replied, “Too many questions, at the same time, I’m sorry I called, I couldn’t sleep, just felt like calling to greet. Just want to tell you that I stil
THE CONVERSION THE STRANGE MAN
I felt like doing a little sightseeing and some shopping. At least I should leave the confines of the metropolitan hotel and go out a bit. A cab waited for me, I hopped in, to my delight. “Where are you heading to ma’am?” the driver asked. “Nowhere in particular but I need to visit places you know, and do some shopping,” I spoke eagerly to the driver. He exclaimed like he knows where will be good for me. “Ha, ha, I know where you will love.” He dropped me and I gave him a time to come pick me. I also collected his number. I went around looking at stores and seeing beautiful places, having the fun of my life. When I felt satisfied, I was trying to locate my way and wait for the cabman. It was a bit different. Some places were looking the same. I was going round and round and never seemed to be progressing when I heard a familiar voice speaking behind me. “Again, she lost her way.” Before I could turn to see the man, he stood
THE CONVERSION SWEET HOME
“Welcome home mom,” my children came in jumping, then the hug. I missed home; my children and I think I missed Barry too. He had come to pick me at the airport. He collected my luggage and took them to the car. He couldn’t hug, he was sober. We never behaved as if we are married. I kept mute, not talking. He had to break the silence as we drove home. “You look refreshed and settled. How was your trip?” “Fine and how are you doing?” I asked dispassionately. “We missed you so much.” He spoke cautiously. “I hope we will put all these things behind us and move forward. Shall we?” he continued.“I hope so too,” I replied.Later in the day, we were able to talk heart to heart with him. I told him I had forgiven him but he should never take me for granted again. He should give me respect. We agreed to get a housemaid for weekends, an elderly lady will be most appropriate. I told him to go and conf
THE CONVERSION REPENTANCE
“I’ll pay the money, please. Can you return the lady's money?” I turned to look at the fellow willing to pay my money. It became Rob, the boy that took advantage of me, the guy with the foreign accent The one I met when I took a vacation to the city of Ibadan. My money was returned immediately. I was taken aback. Bitterness welled up in me. I felt disgusted, I was going to let out a shrieking scream or yell hysterically at Rob. So much anger was welling up in me. I clenched my teeth so hard till it started to hurt, suffocating with upsurge anger. I collected my money, my luggage and left the shopping mall to get a cab.I had gone to do my normal shopping when I met this guy again after almost a year. What was he doing in this place, I never knew, I was deep in thought oblivious of my environment, jolted back into reality by the familiar voice again. “Comfort, please wait for me, please let me take you home, I know I have done you wrong and I want t
THE CONVERSION FRIENDS
“Who the hell are you? Get out of here now! What nerve? What impudence!” the lady kept on the railing at me. I felt humiliated, ashamed of myself. I ran as fast as my legs can carry me, out of the hotel. I got a cab and went home into my waiting room. I felt relieved and safe. I dare not tell my sister the insult I received from this lady. So Rob planned this evil against me.We became close friends again. After the initial reconciliation, we were almost meeting day by day, and then I was on holiday so I had all the luxury to be with him as just a friend. He keeps me happy, and I was very much relieved. He wanted to please me and I let him in. moreover, he tells me great stories that got me hooked. Stories full of lessons to learn. There was this time he told me about a particular story about Winston Churchill again.Winston Churchill went to his former high school, his Alma matter. He was to give a speech to the student as a prime minister and a very pop
THE CONVERSION AUTHOR 'S NOTE
Comfort has been through a lot. Moving from one relationship to another has toughened her character. Situation moulds our lives. It can break or toughen us. Here she received Rob into her life again. Is this a wise decision? What effect will he have on her.? Is there any future for the duo? Let us wait and see. It is important never to rush into a relationship. My opinion. But some connection can be love at first ..and can last. What works for others may not necessarily work for you. You see some ladies exhibiting aggression towards men, it's as a result of the things surrounding them. Some have been jilted several times. While others have been indirectly affected through friendship, abusive relationships. There is the need to have emotional intelligence and manage your life in such a way that it would not hurt others.
THE CONVERSION IS THIS LOVE?
“My heart longs for you Rob. I missed you so much. I’ve been thinking of you every day”. Those were the thoughts going on through my mind when I was jolted to reality by my niece, Debbie who had come visiting, intended to stay for the weekend. ”Hey sis, what’s going on with you. You look lost in thought. Is it a man? You better let him know before another lady on the lookout, grab him from you.” Debbie said jovially, demonstrating with her hand. I decided to open up to her, after all, it’s a girl thing. “Let’s have girls talk sis.” Debbie sat on the bed with me. I pursed my lips, thinking deeply it was right to tell her. “Come out with it sis, I’m all ears I’m itching to have you gist me about the guy, is he handsome, rich, and spoilt?” she said anxiously, looking into my eyes as if the information were all there. “Babe, you like gist, hang on, I’ll let it out,” I said feeling
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