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THE DILEMMA
“This is not the end of me in this company, I’m coming back.” Mabel declared to all as she leaves, swaying her hips left and right a model she is. A lot of the staff said, “Good riddance to bad rubbish,” while few felt pity for her. After all, it was the manager that led her on. If he had resisted her wiles way back, she would not have the audacity to seek his arms again. She loved what he gave and wanted more of him. Now that he is engaged, he felt like dumping her but it doesn’t work that way. Surely, the lady has a point.
Surely, the lady has a good point; she knows what to do to get herself back. Corrupt, depraved personality, another had spoken in contempt. Different people with different strokes.Jennifer was praying earnestly that the lady would leave her fiancée alone. She had expressed her fears to Demola who shrugged it off as if there was nothing to make of it. It was almost turning to an argument the other day when sheRelated chapters
THE REJECTED STONE THE DECISION
“We shall be given you twenty-four hours to think about our decision. Do not be in a hurry to answer. Think carefully before you determined what to do.” The manager has spoken to Mabel finally. Jennifer had waited for Demola to call or come to her house but it seems she was waiting in vain. She felt something was wrong. She decided to call him, he couldn’t pick, she felt uneasy, he later picked the call, apologizing. He had stayed in the office after Mabel gave him an ultimatum of twenty-four hours to make a decision. He was confused, sad, and defeated. He kept on brooding on what to do. He couldn’t hear Jennifer’s call because he was lost in thought. He later checked his phone to discover she had given him some missed calls. He picked and apologized. JENNIFER: what happened to you? Why were you not at home? I had been expecting your call but to no avail. Something is wrong and I am demanding to know the problem.DEMOLA: I, I’m fi
THE REJECTED STONE HEDGED
MABEL: I will accept on one condition.JENNIFER: Which is?MABEL: To bring in my twin sisters Monica to replace me here. She got up to go but I stopped her. “Hold on please, are you a twin? She replied with a tone of triumph. “Yes, I am” nodding her head in affirmation. In all my entire life, I have never seen such a trickster. We needed time to think this through.Mabel: I think you two will have to think through. I (pointing to herself) will be waiting. By the way, my twin sister’s name is Monica. I’ll leave you two. She left us thinking. Demola broke through the silence and said “you mean this lady is a twin? The sister may even be worse than her I’ll bet she will return to revenge on behalf of her sister. What do we do? Is there a way out?JENNIFER: I feel we are hedged here. We need to accept her offer and stop dragging things. It is left to you, my love. You need to control your appetite, you know what I mean.
THE REJECTED STONE FRIEND
Monica called me later in the day. I had stored her number in my phone contact. She felt like greeting me. I appreciated her earnestly but was still conscious of warnings to be careful. I guessed I was a little bit tense. Is like she sensed something is wrong, because she said, “hope you are Okay, Jennifer?” “Very much okay, Monica, thank you for your care.” I had said to her.I was wondering why she refused to mention Demola’s refusal to drop her at the junction. Is she pretending or is she sincere? I find it difficult to access her and I wondered why. Could you believe she called me again to ask for a date for the weekend? I told her I will like to check with Demola. “I’m yet to know his plans for us for the weekend.” She agreed and felt I should let her know when so that we can just go out sightseeing or visit a park, just to be alone and get to know ourselves better.We eventually picked Saturday morning by 10 am. Monica
THE REJECTED STONE THE CARE
Before midnight, I had gone to the toilet five times. I decided to take septrin since I had it at home. Self-medication is drug abuse; we have been educated about that. It was like an emergency. I felt something was wrong; could it be the effect of too much ice cream? I felt getting weaker and weaker. I had to make an urgent call to Demola. He calmed me down and told me to wait till morning.He came in early in the morning to take me to the hospital. I had to take a drip, Monica called and I told her I was in the hospital. She came visiting immediately; she said it must be the effect of ice cream. Sincerely, I forgot to take a ginger and lime drink to break the effect. As soon as Monica arrived at the hospital, Demola excused himself and left for work, while she stayed with me. She was all over me. I felt relieved by her presence. She rushed out later to cook and get some toiletries for me. She was kind of wonderful. I kept wondering why she was the opposite of her sister or coul
THE REJECTED STONE MY NEIGHBOUR
Monica’s comment gnawed at me all day and I couldn’t think about anything else. I knew I must wake up to reality. By the time I came back from work, I was duly exhausted, I slept off on the sofa when I heard a knock unexpectedly. I got up reluctantly to open the door, I saw an unfamiliar face, smiles all over, she greeted warmly as if we’ve each other for ages. “I’m your new neighbor, I came in last night, so I decided to introduce myself. My name is Martina, a widow with two teenagers, a boy of 16years and the girl is 14years old.” “You are much welcome Mrs. Martina, I’m called Jennifer, still single but not searching.” She laughed and said. “Wow! Good to know you are hooked for life. You must choose rightly so as not to suffer in the future. I love telling people my story; I will soon share with you to learn.” “Thank you,” I said. I never knew when my other neighbor packed out. It could be the time
THE REJECTED STONE SETTLING DOWN?
“Can you imagine what happened today? This lady called Monica also was almost choking me with her words. I was going to burst forth in turmoil when I hastily recollected myself and had to calm down my nerves, using the method of breathing in and out? She was suggestive and insinuating that I’m denying my fiancée on the bed.” “That was bold. She dared to say that to you?” Mrs. Martina said. “I never thought she could say that, but she did but I was able to manage the whole thing and I felt it ended well,” I said. “Wow, wow, that’s great news. All is well that ended well. So what’s in the offing?” Mrs. Martina spoke with a burden. “You cannot afford to destroy your relationship. I wanted to tell you to marry immediately but looking at it closely, I feel marriage is not the solution but getting a firm grip on your man. Let him see you, feel you all the day long ” Mrs. Martina exclaimed. I became confused and asked for the meaning of what she said, “ I mean, you should be at the cen
THE REJECTED STONE TURMOIL
After Demola left remorseful, I came back weeping. I felt depressed. I went to the room, I mean my bedroom throwing clothes, scattering my shoes, picking my pillow, throwing on the wall, I kept on throwing tantrums, weeping profusely. No one to talk to presently because I didn’t feel like bumping into my neighbours to discuss a thing. She needed her privacy too. I felt like doing something crazy. I couldn’t take it anymore. I picked my phone and dialed, it was Paul. I knew I was wrong, so I cut the call.Thinking it was a missed call I knew he felt I was genuinely calling not knowing I had changed my mind in repentance. I picked his call. “Hey boy,” I said jokingly trying to hide my pain. “It seems you need me, something tugging at your heart, and need to get it off your chest. Behold your gist mate. I’m all your tonight, let’s go for a ride. I’ll come to pick you.” Thirty minutes after he came in with a gladdene
THE REJECTED STONE MY IN-LAW
“Can we please forgive ourselves?” Demola had called. The mom had been on his neck concerning the wedding. “I need to visit her and get to know her. I had said.”Demola took a break from the office and so did I. we travelled home to see his people. I was curious to know if I would be accepted by his mom. I needed to please her. I had to change my look to look more mature, took clothes that would cover my body properly. I wouldn’t want a mother-in-law that would be looking at me disgustingly because of my style of dressing. I was conscious of my looks based on what I heard him say about her. She is a strict disciplinarian, a teacher in secondary school, a no-nonsense woman. She was a matron in her college for several years before she retired to begin a clothing business, which is her own.She takes care of girls in the boarding hostel. She never tolerates indecent dressing. She flogs disobedient students. She had zero tolerance for skimpy dress
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