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Today i start a new initiative with a bit of trepidation. I am aiming to kickstart a trend that may proof popular with fellow forumites on NVS, or fall flat on it's face. Pure and simple, i want to recreate a 'Speakers' Corner' through my blogs. (Posted Oct 5, 2008 at 11:11 AM)
The Forbidden Fruit - Part Deux
Posted Sep 9, 2009 at 03:20 AM by omaks
When Becky’s mum got to her destination she was delighted to see Eniola. She hugged and extended warm greetings to him. Enitan was pretentious in his response, especially when he realised that only his mother’s sister had arrived. As far as he was concerned he would have skipped these visits to be with Becky if he had the opportunity to do so. Anyway, he was glad in part, because since only his aunt had arrived, he could hang around for a short while before excusing himself.
Later on that Night Eniola and Becky met at his hotel, and once again they enjoyed each others company as if it was the last. There was a different kind of radiance on Becky’s face every time Eniola looked into her eyes, and their love making was something Becky could describe as having never experienced with any man before Eniola. He was passionate, but considerate at the same time. He showed a romantic side Becky had never experienced with any other man before now, and his sweet words rang out melodiously, sweeping her off her feet and catapulting her into the high heavens.
Like the old saying goes ‘all good things must surely come to and end’, thus it was nearly time for Eniola to return to his base in America. Eniola had reiterated that within the next three months he would be back in Nigeria to see Becky. They had both agreed that Becky had to finish up her final year and National Youth Service before they could start making plans about their future. They both made vows to each other to always cherish the moments they had spent together, and the dedication to their new found romance.
Two days before Eniola’s departure he and Becky spent the whole day together, making love to each other repeatedly as if it would be the last time. They new that the time they were about to spend away from each other was going to be one of the most difficult periods , and so they both chose to make the best use of their last moments for some time together. Alas, Eniola returned home, as he had to honour the last set of visitors with his presence before he left for the USA.
Throughout the day before Eniola’s departure, he became extremely moody. He yearned to see Becky one last time, but there was no way that could happen. Becky had returned home too, as she had to accompany her mum on a visit to some family. Eniola therefore spent most of the day in his apartment. His parents noticed a marked difference in Eniola’s demeanour, since he was an adult there was little or nothing they could do. Perhaps he was brooding because he will be leaving them tomorrow after so long apart, and he was feeling miserable for that.
In the evening at about 0530 pm, Eniola’s mum sent a message to him that the expected visitors had arrived. Her sister and his daughter had arrived and Eniola had to come and exchange greetings with them. Reluctantly Eniola made his way to the main house, where his parents were hosting the visitors. As Eniola entered the living room he saw his aunty sat to one side and made his way to greet her. In the process he was oblivious to the lady who was sitting besides his mum chatting away excitedly about something. He hugged his aunty and they both exchanged pleasantries. Afterwards she called her daughter, Tiwalade to come and say hello to her uncle. Eniola turned to meet the eyes of his auntie’s daughter, and as both their eyes met there was a stunned look in both their eyes.
So many thoughts rushed through Eniola’s head all at once, as he recognised Becky standing in front of him. As Becky finally comprehended that Eniola was indeed the person her mum had introduced as her uncle she went weak at the knees, and flopped into a heap on the couch. Eniola’s mum and dad rushed to her aid and Eniola was stood transfixed to the same spot. What was going on? Could this be true? Becky’s mum approached her, wondering what must have made her daughter look like a ghost on being introduced to her uncle. She asked what the matter was, but said more or less nothing. After a brief period both Becky and Eniola were able to gather themselves together. Eniola moved forward to assist in making Becky a bit more comfortable, using a newspaper to provide some much needed fresh air. Becky also realised that she had to collect herself together, and not let feelings create any suspicions. There must be an explanation or a mistake somewhere, one that will clear all the confusion up later, or at least so she hoped. Eventually, it was suggested that the visit be cut short to enable Becky seek proper rest, and if need be medical attention to diagnose what the problem was with her. In fact her mother became overwhelmed with worry that as they made their way home she branched off at their family hospital, so that Becky could be seen to.
Eniola tried numerous times to contact Becky via phone, but to no avail. The phone was switched off. There was no one to turn to. He didn’t want to confide anything to anyone until he had spoken to Becky first, and he needed to do it fast. He was flying out of Nigeria first thing in the morning. His friend Ade was out of town on a business trip. There was absolutely no one else to turn to. Eniola finally summoned enough courage to ask for the phone number of his aunt from his mum, pretending that he wanted to thank her for the visit. In truth he wanted to enquire how Becky was, and if possible where and how to locate her. However, on trying her aunt’s mobile number, it too was switched off.
Becky was attended to at the family clinic. The doctor had diagnosed exhaustion, but had insisted on keeping her in overnight in case it was something more serious. He had promised that she would be released the following day, and she had to return in two weeks for more tests if she was still not recovered. Becky wanted to get out immediately. She desperately wanted to speak to Eniola, to get some understanding of what was happening. Suddenly her mind went to the items her mother had given her. The ones she had collected from baba Fatade, for her to use. She sank deep into her bed with trepidation.
Later on that Night Eniola and Becky met at his hotel, and once again they enjoyed each others company as if it was the last. There was a different kind of radiance on Becky’s face every time Eniola looked into her eyes, and their love making was something Becky could describe as having never experienced with any man before Eniola. He was passionate, but considerate at the same time. He showed a romantic side Becky had never experienced with any other man before now, and his sweet words rang out melodiously, sweeping her off her feet and catapulting her into the high heavens.
Like the old saying goes ‘all good things must surely come to and end’, thus it was nearly time for Eniola to return to his base in America. Eniola had reiterated that within the next three months he would be back in Nigeria to see Becky. They had both agreed that Becky had to finish up her final year and National Youth Service before they could start making plans about their future. They both made vows to each other to always cherish the moments they had spent together, and the dedication to their new found romance.
Two days before Eniola’s departure he and Becky spent the whole day together, making love to each other repeatedly as if it would be the last time. They new that the time they were about to spend away from each other was going to be one of the most difficult periods , and so they both chose to make the best use of their last moments for some time together. Alas, Eniola returned home, as he had to honour the last set of visitors with his presence before he left for the USA.
Throughout the day before Eniola’s departure, he became extremely moody. He yearned to see Becky one last time, but there was no way that could happen. Becky had returned home too, as she had to accompany her mum on a visit to some family. Eniola therefore spent most of the day in his apartment. His parents noticed a marked difference in Eniola’s demeanour, since he was an adult there was little or nothing they could do. Perhaps he was brooding because he will be leaving them tomorrow after so long apart, and he was feeling miserable for that.
In the evening at about 0530 pm, Eniola’s mum sent a message to him that the expected visitors had arrived. Her sister and his daughter had arrived and Eniola had to come and exchange greetings with them. Reluctantly Eniola made his way to the main house, where his parents were hosting the visitors. As Eniola entered the living room he saw his aunty sat to one side and made his way to greet her. In the process he was oblivious to the lady who was sitting besides his mum chatting away excitedly about something. He hugged his aunty and they both exchanged pleasantries. Afterwards she called her daughter, Tiwalade to come and say hello to her uncle. Eniola turned to meet the eyes of his auntie’s daughter, and as both their eyes met there was a stunned look in both their eyes.
So many thoughts rushed through Eniola’s head all at once, as he recognised Becky standing in front of him. As Becky finally comprehended that Eniola was indeed the person her mum had introduced as her uncle she went weak at the knees, and flopped into a heap on the couch. Eniola’s mum and dad rushed to her aid and Eniola was stood transfixed to the same spot. What was going on? Could this be true? Becky’s mum approached her, wondering what must have made her daughter look like a ghost on being introduced to her uncle. She asked what the matter was, but said more or less nothing. After a brief period both Becky and Eniola were able to gather themselves together. Eniola moved forward to assist in making Becky a bit more comfortable, using a newspaper to provide some much needed fresh air. Becky also realised that she had to collect herself together, and not let feelings create any suspicions. There must be an explanation or a mistake somewhere, one that will clear all the confusion up later, or at least so she hoped. Eventually, it was suggested that the visit be cut short to enable Becky seek proper rest, and if need be medical attention to diagnose what the problem was with her. In fact her mother became overwhelmed with worry that as they made their way home she branched off at their family hospital, so that Becky could be seen to.
Eniola tried numerous times to contact Becky via phone, but to no avail. The phone was switched off. There was no one to turn to. He didn’t want to confide anything to anyone until he had spoken to Becky first, and he needed to do it fast. He was flying out of Nigeria first thing in the morning. His friend Ade was out of town on a business trip. There was absolutely no one else to turn to. Eniola finally summoned enough courage to ask for the phone number of his aunt from his mum, pretending that he wanted to thank her for the visit. In truth he wanted to enquire how Becky was, and if possible where and how to locate her. However, on trying her aunt’s mobile number, it too was switched off.
Becky was attended to at the family clinic. The doctor had diagnosed exhaustion, but had insisted on keeping her in overnight in case it was something more serious. He had promised that she would be released the following day, and she had to return in two weeks for more tests if she was still not recovered. Becky wanted to get out immediately. She desperately wanted to speak to Eniola, to get some understanding of what was happening. Suddenly her mind went to the items her mother had given her. The ones she had collected from baba Fatade, for her to use. She sank deep into her bed with trepidation.
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Hmmmm....dat's why we're all enjoined to attend family meetings back home in naija...so our children will not end up marrying each other...se eri aiye lode...una see our life?
Posted Sep 10, 2009 at 03:51 AM by emj
- Omaks, Omaks.....You have just added another feather to your cap of titles i have for you o......This deserves to be in the inkpot section....What do you think? I'm loving this storyPosted Sep 10, 2009 at 05:10 PM by Ph3y
- My sista emj, what you say is true, but then again, these things are bound to happen eventually among generations of family. In a culture such as ours where family sizes are on average between 4 and 6, it eventually becomes iimpracticable to assemble 5 generations of family in any one place at a time, or maybe i'm wrong in my analysis.
My dearest ph3y, how d body? Thank you very mush. Nice to see you (read from you) after so long. I'm glad you enjoy this lirrle piece from me.Posted Sep 11, 2009 at 12:01 AM by omaks - One suspense is over but another looms. I am waiting for the next one. You write well.Posted Sep 11, 2009 at 02:02 AM by mulan
- Thanks mulan, emj and ph3y, una too kind. LOLPosted Sep 12, 2009 at 05:29 PM by omaks
- I beg when are we having the 3rd part. The story must not end like this o.Posted Sep 29, 2009 at 03:13 PM by rina
- Very soon, very, very soon.
Posted Sep 29, 2009 at 10:48 PM by omaks
