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Samantha giggled!
What could have made her to giggle
Was Chris back to his usual self just as he was in the old times
Or is Tobi Bernard trying his best already
Continue reading to know what could have cause her to giggle😂💃💃
It was dusk already, darkness invaded the room and only the hurricane lamp shed light to the clogged apartment of Williams. While night at the Estates is as serene and silent as the graveyard, at the Ghettos, it was vice versa. It was just as bustling as the day or more work -equipped than the day itself. The moon kept mute, rendering its ears to the boisterous and noisy sounds being made.
The sizzling oil on the Iya Alakara's frying pan sums up the sound as her buyers queues, some with extended bowls, some with nothing but their bulging eyes to see if an intruder or deceptive person has not by any means force himself to joining the long queue. Some were feasting on garri and akara already. The gluttonous and stingy Chike was sitted, licking off akara sauce from his palms. He reside with his two friends but to avoid sharing his food with them, he would sit at a food vendor's kiosk and eat to his full. As usual, he sat, oblivious to the activities going on around him.
Mallam Danladi's bar selling point with sparkling fire giving the roasted meat another colour and taste till it becomes the ever sweet suya was another scenario. He spoke in his dialect for he could speak little English which people hardly hear. The sonorous voice of Hausa artist from his radio filled the air as the Mallam sliced onions with he, humming loudly and dancing to the being played music.
As usual, the kids with their tiny legs were performing their usual "ten ten" rites with from their mouths. Some children didn't join those playing. Hunger could deny , one of daily necessities. Who said games and children plays are not neccesities? To children,this matters But when hunger knocks, they could only sit and watch others play with their bellies in hand. Only the strong could join.
It was all these, Nonso and Esohe watch from indoors while Mrs Williams stares at the stove with a pot and lid bigger than the pot.The night supper was being prepared, It was all they could afford even if it was not as much or as nutritious as others eat. It was still supper, They were not planning to sleep on an empty stomach. It was a soothing relief.
"Mama, Aunty Patricia said fruits are good for us to eat, that we should eat fruits than we eat good food. Is that right? " Esohe uttered finally breaking the "silence yoke"
"Esohe, fruits are good, it helps boost the immune system. " replied Mrs Williams, her gaze still directed at the stove.
"Why then do we not eat fruits if they are good? " the little curious girl asked again.
"Esohe, fruits are expensive too, do you know how much that little apple cost? One hundred and fifty Naira cannot make us bellefull just as food does. For now, we need food to be strong for we barely have much to eat talk more of depending on fruits. " Nonso retorted, patting her younger sister's back as she pinched her to stop asking questions that could make their mother brood.
Ebube entered, a long mark on his hand due to the injuries he suffered from the incident that happened two months ago in which he fell from the bus while he was rendering duties as a conductor
"Mama, good evening, " he prostrated and rose quickly as he settled on the almost torn apart couch with fatigue written on his face.
"Evening Ebube, how was work? " Mrs Williams asked as she stared at her son with a sympathetic look on her face.
"Fine Mama, he gave me six hundred Naira today. Glory to God it is still manageable. "
"Brother, that's great ohh, if you had come earlier, we would have brought half a plastic of rice instead of the 3 cups we brought. " said Nonso as she braid Esohe hair with a comb settled on the young girl's hair who sat, counting her fingers.
"Nonso we fit manage, this money can be used tomorrow eh! " Ebube replied as he stood and announced his trip to the toilet to ease his bowels.
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Tobi Bernard watched silently as the "beauty queen" sat in her red velvet gown with her broided hair. She had slight makeup on and her eyes were dazzling and fine-looking. He stopped eating as he wonder if his schemes will sweep her off her feet. He was a player though; ladies were a trap for him and he was their ambush.
"When you stop staring, please do tell, " Samantha said lifting up a chicken with her fork stuck in its meaty flesh and knife held in her left hand.
"Well, I'd continue staring till you tell me not to M'lady. " said Tobi Bernard gesturing with his head, bowed low.
"I think I've told you my thoughts already and you already know what to do and I hope you've not forgotten this is just to show my gratitude over you, helping to keep my purse safe and bringing it over. "retorted Samantha
"And I think I ought to roll on the floor to show my gratitude too of you, accepting to have this lovely feast with me. "
Samantha chuckled wondering if the day could be anymore better as it is.
"Well, that will make others wonder if you're not impaired with craze already... As for me I think I'm up for a movie this evening so you could let us see your feat and performance. " she giggled again
"You are a bad girl, " Tobi Bernard said, laughing out loud
"A lady,A woman....I'm married, man. " she retorted
"Hmmm, Chris Benson, nollywood movie star, number one director and producer, forerunner of Christa film productions, lead actor in "Deception"-best movie of the year. " said Tobi as he disclosed this and winked at Samantha Benson to receive confirmation to his words.
"Hmmmmm...Now I see you are loaded with much information and should we beckon to the waiter to bring another champagne to celebrate this feat. "said Samantha as Tobi Bernard sat, staring at the ever-confident lady who was indeed making the day lively but stressful too. She was as obstinate as a captured ram who tries and make efforts to avoid being slaughtered at an Eid'el Kabir ceremony.
"Senorita, we don't need that, "
"Or you're scared the fees will be much than you can afford. "
Tobi laughed at a flash, he had champagne spilled on his shirt.
"Oops! A gentleman with his shirt, smeared, "Samantha laughed
"A lady with her gown, torn. " Tobi uttered
Samantha freaked, her mouth agape as she stood checking out her dress. Was her dress torn? Did she not notice that?.
"Gat ya! " Tobi laughed, pointing his finger at her
"A medal for you, I guess, "
"Nope M'lady, a kiss from you'll be much more awarding. "
"And kisses are meant for those who deserve it, " Samantha giggled,wondering what this young man was up to
"Well, kisses can be stolen too. " he said, bending over as he kissed her hand politely
"I better take things easy or she slaps me and create a scene here. " he thought as he rose from his chair
"Do we really need no champagne again, " Samantha scorned.
"I'd better go to the restroom and get this stain off my shirt Senorita,enjoy your meal till your belly cries out, " Tobi Bernard replied, gesturing again as he head towards the rest-room.
Samantha Benson giggled as she, with awe and wonder stared as he, took his leave
What was this man up to? He's really top notch with his schemes. He was indeed inciting mirth and making her day great. At least at this moment, she had no worries or anxieties. She could laugh, joke and do things she desire.She missed Chris, at the inception, this was how he acted. She being with this crazy gentle man gave her that lovely feeling she had with Chris, back then.
She smiled as she wondered how it would be if Chris would ask her out to a date and arrange a love feast for both of them once again
"Is this possible? " she asked herself
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Trapped
General FictionTRAPPED (Three stories woven into one) centres on disparate lives of some characters as they thoroughly battle with issues concerning their lives. Samantha Benson, a successful woman and owner of RITEL, a non-governmental organization becomes troub...
