Third Persons Narrative;   Later that same day in the evening, the Adebayo family are at their dinning room, eating a delicious meal of white rice and Yoruba stew. A meal prepared by Esther.   Everyone is paying all their attention on their food as Esther and Derrick are not close enough with their father to chitchat at the dining table. After all, what is there to talk about?    It's not Like the good old days when Mrs. Adebayo was still alive and little Esther and teenage Derrick would sit at the dining with their parents. The room shaking with laughter of the children as they filled their parents in on the latest drama in school, the newest teachers, the ones who flogged and punished them unjustly, the ones who gave too much assignments and so much more.    But after Mr. Adebayos better half had crossed over to the other side, life in the family became the total opposite of what if used

Dayo's POV;   I am at my office attending to some files on my table. Some government officials would be coming to check our revenue update soon and I have to be sure that our secretary has cut the right corners and followed due procedure. Else, we would loose a lot. Oil company's are one of the governments major targets for revenue.    I have gone over this files three times and I always seem to find a new thing wrong each time. I need full concentration.   As I am going through the file for the forth time, I am almost halfway through, thanking God I haven't made a single mistake, when my phone suddenly begins to buzz and that totally scrambles the entire calculations I have been working on. God damn it! Who is calling now?   I picked a Saturday to work so no one would bother me, but here I am getting a call from one.... Oh, it's Derrick. What's up now?  I draw the phone up to m

Authors Narrative;   It's been three days since Esther and Derricks fall out and Esther suddenly begins to feel weak. For some reason, she find pleasure in sleeping longer than usual and has even started putting on some weight. For example her cheeks have started becoming chubbier and round. She also fears she might have developed a bladder problem as she is constantly feeling the need to use the restroom.    She has so many times scheduled an appointment with her family doctor but laziness has always held her back.    Well, campus would be resuming soon and it's going to be hello freedom for her. She surely can't wait.   Derrick is sitting alone at a table in a grand restaurant. He is wearing an amazing brown tuxedo with clean polished shoes and looks like he is waiting for someone.    He is nervously rubbing his hands against each other. He lifts his head and fi

Narrators Narrative; "Lisa, thanks for letting me in. "Derrick says with his head on Lisas laps and her gentle fingers running through his hair.    "What did you expect? You're my boyfriend. My apple pie. "She says smiling down at him before planting a tender kiss on his lips.    "Lisa, can I ask you something? "He questions.    "Sure. Anything. "She states and he breathes in deeply as his mind races around his scattered thoughts.    "Have you ever felt like the person you once loved being has been wickedly striped away from you by a cruel game life chose to play on you..... And then, there seems to be no remedy than to become a beast.... "Derrick begins to explain.    "And although you are sure your new found anger and relief would bring you peace, you know it's only temporary and your pain would always come back to taunt you." Lisa finishes and

Derrick is in his living room at home watching the television when his father comes in whistling and twirling around like a little girl doing a corigrapy.    Derrick stares at his father in confussion. If he didn't know better, he'd say this isn't his father but a double ganger. He hasn't seen his father this happy in a VERY long time.    "Dad, is everything okay? "Derrick can't help but question his father.    "My dear boy, all is beyond fine." His father replies and Derrick smiles in bewilderment.    "I may have finally found what I need to fill the void in my soul." His father adds and Derrick raises his brows.     "Age is just a number isn't it? " Mr. Adebayo suddenly questions. Taking a sip from the glass of chilled wine in his hands.    "Well... Yes... Age is just a number and maturity is not about number. "Derrick rep