In Search Of Forever – Episode 2

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Remi stared intently at the 60” inch TV that adorned Somto’s wall and imagined it on the floor; glass in shreds and the shards flying across the room…He could see Somto running across like he was in a maze as he gathered the shards with blood dripping from his palm as the broken glass sliced it. It would be a beauty to behold but then Remi was not that type of guy – always the builder, never the one to tear down, the man who’d take a blow for someone, not the man to land the first blow, not even the second blow, yet, it was fascinating for him to think about Somto’s TV on the floor.

“Remi, you’ve not said anything in the last ten minutes,” Somto started. “I know it’s a shock to learn that I am getting married to your Kamsi, but she is now my Kamsi. I looked out for her just like you asked me too.”

“And it led to marriage?”

Somto exhaled. “I know it sounds crazy and I didn’t mean it to happen this way but love happens and I’m telling you this one happened.”

Remi nodded. “I…I am very happy for you.”

“Really? Guy, you don’t know how much of a relief that is for me.”

Remi smiled. “It’s alright. You’ve always been stupid so you can’t even sniff sarcasm when you hear it. You are a disappointment of a human being and you deserve the worst in hell. The worst spot in hell. I went to jail because of you, you slimy little bastard.

“No, man. Don’t pin it on me. You were reckless and you got caught.”

Remi laughed in spite of himself. “I was reckless? Dude, can you hear yourself? I did it for you.”

“You stole from your company, you had a choice not to help me by stealing. Look man, I really don’t want to sound ungrateful,” Somto said and paused. He exhaled as he took a look at Remi before continuing. “Kamsi and I didn’t mean to hurt you but we just tripped into feelings and we got here. We planned on telling you after a while but there’s no way I could have kept it from you now that you are here.”

“You don’t just trip into feelings, Somto. I want my money back.”

Somto laughed. “That’s petty, man.”

“Petty? You’ve insulted me in one breath and I don’t have the right to be petty?”

Somto shrugged. “If it’s the money you want, I’ll give it to you. It will take a month or two sha because this whole thing is unplanned. But man, you mess up. On top woman? You don’t do that to your guy.”

Remi rose to his feet and stared at the TV. Now it looked more inviting than ever. He grabbed a stool and threw it into the TV screen before Somto could get to him.

“My TV! Remi!”

Somto tried to throw a punch but he was never going to get the better of a man that had been hurt by his betrayal. Remi pummelled him badly in the stomach until he was satisfied.

“I didn’t touch your face because I don’t want you looking bad before the wedding. Unlike you, I am a good friend. Please give Kamsi my best regards,” Remi said, walking out of the house.

***

“Good evening, Grandma.” Segun said, flashing his teeth as the door opened.

Derin wished he hadn’t called her ‘Grandma’. Her mother was never going to find that funny. “Hey Mum,” she said, distracting her mother from whatever word she had in mind in response to the greeting she had received.

“Derin, hope no problem? What are you doing in my flat?”

Derin smiled. Her mother was literally a pain. She knew why they were here but, she was never willing to let them off easily. “I just want Segun to stay with you for the night, I’ll be back to pick him in the morning. It’s an overnight show for today.”

“Overnight? I thought these things ended by ten pm,” Mrs Shogbola asked.

Derin flashed a grin. “Mum, I thought you didn’t listen to my show, how did you know that it ends by ten?”

“Your show is so pathetic that I have to flash several times so that people will think someone is actually trying to call on your show.”

“I know you love me, Mrs Tola Shogbola.”

Her Mum scoffed and shifted her gaze to Segun. “Ehen, why are you standing and listening to our conversation?”

Segun took a seat immediately.

“Go inside my friend!” Mrs Shogbola ordered. She waited until Segun was out of sight before facing Derin squarely. “Young lady, I don’t understand the experiment you are performing with Segun, but it’s not working. You don’t just pick a ten year old from the streets at night and raise him as your own, that’s kidnapping.”

“Kid what?! Come on! Mum, he was sleeping in a nylon bag under the bridge at night. I took him in to help him.”

“Have you finished helping yourself? Can you afford a flat of your own like I can? I mean buy a flat not renting a flat? Raising a kid is so different from raising an Alsatian! Why do you think I only had you? With my lifestyle and having to deal with a child, it’s high maintenance.”

Derin rolled her eyes. “Mum, we’ve had this discussion before and I believe that as long as helping Segun isn’t disturbing you, back off.”

“He is in my flat and he is going to eat my food while you are away. That is disturbing.”

Now I pause again! My mum is annoying! She is very annoying! At this rate, I can’t wait till she’s old so I can inherit this her cherished flat. However, I wouldn’t bet on it. Mrs Tola Shogbola might have sold off this flat on event of her death and willed off the cash to one of her numerous irrelevant causes like ‘ladies are not slaves day’ and ‘kick men out week’. One day, I am going to invite you to one of my mother’s unbelievable charities and you’ll be shook. I’m serious – shook. My mum has a personal thing against Segun and he’s not at fault for it. In fact, he has nothing to do with it. When I was fifteen, my late father arrived home with a young boy in his hand by the name, Segun, the son of his lover. My step brother. My mother’s worst nightmare.  My mother never recovered from the shock of my father having another child so she took me and we left home. It was then that she bought this her prized flat and has since lived here alone with me until I decided that it was time to stop being my mother’s accomplice in the ministry of single-dom. The woman had decided to remain unmarried after her separation from my father and had warned me against men, she had dressed me in apparels that were not fit for a young lady and I didn’t mind, I had learnt to believe in the ‘internal beauty’ as I wore clothes that were over my frame, oh, and if you’re asking how Mrs Tola dressed, it was the complete contrast, she was still wearing her own lovely clothes and I was fine with it until all the boys passed me over for freaking Barbie doll, Lola. Some even had the nerves to ask for my mum’s number (of course, I didn’t give them). It was then that I decided to liberate myself and move to a place of my own. My mother was killing my shine and mind you, this is one alluring woman! Anyway, I’ll bring you up to speed on other matters, for now, I have to get to studio, else, I won’t have a job and my mum’s flat will be my new home.

“I am really sorry, mum,” Derin said. “I have to go now but I promise you that by tomorrow morning, I’ll come for him.”

“Goodnight.”

***

“Hey Remi! Wow!”

Remi smiled faintly as Kevin allowed him into his apartment. “Thank you.”

“How did you find me?” Kevin asked, taking Remi’s bag.

Remi unwrapped the piece of paper in his hand. “You gave me this the last time you came visiting. Your number and address.”

“I am glad you came. Welcome, please sit.” Kevin said.

Remi took his seat. “Kevin, I don’t have anywhere to go.”

“You are here. This is home.”

Remi took a deep breath as tears ran down his eyes. Kevin moved over to join him instinctively. “Kevin, the last hours have been too rough for me. Nothing is the same anymore.”

“It’s alright,” Kevin said softly, drawing him close for a hug. “It’s okay, man. It’s fine. Everything changes. It takes a little bit of readjusting when you are out but in no time, it’ll all take shape.”

“This is not taking shape. It wasn’t meant to change like this. My best friend is getting married to my other best friend. It’s not right. They did me wrong.”

Kevin sighed. “I am really sorry about it, Remi. But it’s going to be fine, you are going to pick up and walk on from this, okay?”

“I don’t know. I can’t stay here for too long. I don’t even know how to set my life back on track.”

“You can stay here as long as you need to. I am here for you.”

“Are you sure?”

Kevin nodded. “I’ve got you, bro.”

“Thank you.”

***

“You are late, Derin. Your show starts in thirty minutes.”

Derin smiled. “In all fairness, that is not being late. I know I signed a contract of being here one hour early but who in this room has not arrived a little too late before, let him be the first to cast a stone.”

“You do realise that it’s just the two of us in this room, right?”

She chuckled. “Brian, I am sorry for not keeping to time but I can promise you that this was not my fault. You’ve met my mother before, right? And you’ve met Segun? So I had to take Segun to my mother and you know how the story goes. It never ends well. Meanwhile, how about that car loan we talked about? It could really come in handy.”

“No. I checked with the Executives and it’s not time for you to have a car. At least, not one bought with their own money.”

She gaped. “Wow! Matilda has changed her car twice and she’s not even a solid OAP. She croaks on the morning show as though she didn’t get to sleep all night. She must really be making the Executives happy. What is she doing that the EP’s wife doesn’t do?”

“Shut up, Derin! Are you trying to get yourself fired?” Brian asked, looking around him. He moved over to close his door. “You should really watch your tongue, Derin. What if someone overheard that statement? You are getting fired.”

She shrugged. “I might as well get fired because I make this radio station look cool and I can’t even get a car loan to upgrade my life. I still have three thousand followers on Instagram because I don’t have a dope house to pose in but Matilda gets to live in one of the Director’s properties and she drives a Range Rover. She’s a crooked OAP, yet all the good things happen to her,” she ranted and then pouted. “Why do bad things happen to good people like me?”

“You are not a good person, Derin Shogbola,” Brian replied with a smile. “How do you sleep at night with these thoughts?”

She blew him a kiss. “I sleep with my fan on.”

He smiled back. “Go and get ready for your show. I like listening to you.”

“Oh, I am switching things a bit tonight.”

He raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“Wait for it.”

Now whenever I tell people to wait for it, it’s not as if I have one grand idea that hasn’t been conceived in the heart of any man before. No. It’s because I actually have a plan. Let me explain this plan – I have decided to do something on my show that’s going to entertain my audience, cause a lot of rancour and drive serious traffic to me. Hope you read that well? Me. Not the station and definitely not I-sleep-with-my-director-hence-I-rule-the-station-Matilda. The idea is simple, I am going to literally hold them by the balls with my new idea so that they’ll be forced to give me a car befitting of my already existing status as the realest fake girl, but this time, I’ll be scratching fake off it, because I’ve become real. Once I get the car, I’ll take my ride to Lola, Judith and Dami so they can see it as they won’t believe even if I flaunt my car keys over lunch at our next joint hangout in preparation for the wedding.

***

“Do you want to come with me?” Kevin asked, wearing his shoes. “It’s a praise night and you could use the distraction.”

Remi shook his head. “I don’t feel like making any appearance in public just yet. I have seen enough for one day.”

“Okay. Take care. See you in the morning.” Kevin said and walked out.

Remi turned off the TV and sank into the sofa. He picked an earphone from the table, fixed them into the phone Kevin had left him and slipped them into his ears.

***

“So guys, this is what we’re doing today and likely for a very long time. It’s the ‘Oh damn, that’s cold…now to the dare’ segment. Sounds long, yeah? Don’t worry, it’s not that confusing. You just need to call up on the show and tell me something that has happened to you that was really bad, like ice cold and then you dare someone to do something. Simple,” Derin started. “That sounds like fun, right? So, I’m going to open the lines now and I expect your calls. Don’t disgrace me. Load your phones before you call so the gist doesn’t end after one minute,” she said with a grin. She paused for a second a smile. “Okay guys, we have our first caller and it is Chiby from Ikoyi. Chiby, what’s up? How are you doing?”

“I’m fine, Derin. This is about my wife, Mary ohhh. This babe’s matter don tire me. She knows that I like cold okra soup and all I have asked of her is that she doesn’t warm my food whenever I am on my way from work, but no, she no dey hear. Guess what she did to me today? She actually didn’t warm the soup, but she kept it in the fridge and served me iced okra with semo, please how am I supposed to eat it?”

“Oh damn, that’s cold, like literally cold! Ice cold! I didn’t see that coming.” Derin squealed as she drummed on the table. “First thing, Chiby. I don’t know why you’re angry. Shey you wanted cold okra soup with your semo?”

“Yeah but not ice cold okra!” he replied.

Derin smiled. “You men are so high maintenance. Sorry, let me back up a little, saying you men makes me sound like my mother. Chiby, you are so high maintenance and your wife deserves an award for this. Now, what is your dare?” she asked, laughing.

“Mary! I dare you to eat this cold okra you have served me.”

***

Remi laughed as he listened to Chiby rant about his wife and thought about Kamsi. She was his sunshine and the woman he had hoped to build his life around. He stopped the raging thoughts in his heart to listen to another caller.

“My name is Jane and I am calling from Okota. There’s this guy that told me that I meant the world to him. And I truly believed it. Derin, can you believe that I caught him with another lady and he told me that I meant the world to him but she was his world?”

Remi laughed as the caller bemoaned her woes.

***

Derin smiled. “Context, Jane. Context. You’ve got to learn context, that guy was cold, ice cold but he put it in context. So, who would you like to put to a dare?”

“I would like to dare that useless guy to call on this show and tell me that he loves me.”

Derin rolled her eyes. “Aww Jane, wouldn’t that be so sweet if it were true?”

Brian shot a mean look at her. “Don’t speak to callers like that,” he whispered.

“Okay Jane, this is life. This is it. Sometimes, people walk out of our life for good and inasmuch as we want them to turn back, they’re gone for good and it’s alright. You should let go, alright?”

“Derin, it’s so painful. I really wanted a life with him.”

Derin smiled faintly. “If wishes were horses, I’d be married to my crush too, but they are not horses and right now, Alvaro Morata is married to Alice Campello.”

Brian chuckled as he watched Derin’s attempt to be serious. He raised a thumb at her. She was doing well.

Derin relaxed in her seat. “Hello! What’s your name and where are you calling from?”

“My name is Remi and I am calling from Ikeja.”

She cleared her throat. “Remi, what’s up? Ready to share your cold story and put someone to the dare?”

“Yeah. I just got out of Prison today and I found out that my best friend is getting married to my girlfriend on Saturday. Well, now, ex-girlfriend because she’s going to be another man’s wife. And what hurts is my friend paid me a visit in prison and he never ever shared this with me, I don’t know if I’ll have taken it better if he had told me while in jail but it’s…it’s heart-breaking.”

“Remi, I don’t know what to say to you to be honest because it is heart-breaking to step out in hope and return to nothing but you know what’s better? The fact that he didn’t tell you when he came visiting, else, you might have broken his nose and extended your sentence, so you are a lucky man,” Derin said and took a pause. “…that being said, Oh Damn, that was cold!”

“Thank you,” Remi replied with a chuckle.

She smiled. “Now to the dare. Who would you like to dare?”

“I dare you to go out on a date with me.”

Derin blinked. “Say what?”

I’m sure I didn’t hear this felon ask me out. Guys, did you hear him?

“I dare you, Derin. Go out on a date with me.”

***

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In Search Of Forever – Episode 1

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EPISODE 1

 

Remi couldn’t sleep all night. He tossed and turned on the floor as he waited for the morning to come, for his morning to come. He had been waiting for this day and it did come a bit early. His sentence was for five years but maybe his new found evangelist friend, Kevin was right about God coming through after all. A miraculous presidential pardon came and he was on the list after spending just two years of his sentence. He had tried reaching out to his friends, but it was as though all of them had mysteriously acquired new phones in the last twenty four hours such that he was unable to drop his good news. He had not thought to call Kevin, but he was going to find him as soon as he got out. On the bright side, good news do come in surprise packages.

“Get up!” The warden said opening Remi’s cell. “It’s time to go home.”

Remi smiled, rising from the floor.

“Why you dey shine your teeth?”

Remi could not stop smiling as he hugged the warden. “I am going home,” he said.

“Guy, I go miss you ooo,” The warden confessed. “You are one of the good ones.”

Remi didn’t know if he could exactly call himself a good man after all he had done, but he was sure he did most of it for love and if that meant he was a good man, he was ready to strut on that tag with pride.

The inmates clanged the iron bars of their cells in delight as Remi walked down from the end of the floor. It felt like a walk through the hall of fame, just that theirs was a lot more like a ‘hall of shame’ but in those wards, Remi had found friendship, he had found love, hope, and restoration, so damn it, it was the ‘hall of fame’.

The words of the Chief Warden echoed in his head as he walked through the floor and past the cells, ‘Remember sons, you are not perfect but so is every other person outside this walls, and if someday you make it out of here, take that imperfection, walk with pride and make yourself a better man, but if you die in here, take that imperfection and turn it to perfection before you meet your maker who is a perfect God, it’ll make no sense to suffer twice.’

Remi relaxed in his seat as he settled into the bus. He exhaled, thinking of the first legit bath that would sweep away the stench of the prison. Kamsi was a sucker for smells so he’d wear his best cologne, he hoped Somto still had one of those and had not used them. He had it all planned out. He was going to arrive at Somto’s house and relish the laughter that’d erupt in the room for the next thirty minutes, Kamsi would join them as soon as he could lay his hand on Somto’s phone. Kamsi would rush in and crash into his arms in tears, she had not come too often to see him at the prison as he had instructed Somto to keep her away. She cried every time she came in the first six months and he was tired of seeing her suffer on his account. After he had wiped her tears away, he would take her into Somto’s room and they’d rekindle lost passion there. He smiled at the many thoughts that rushed through his mind as the bus came to a stop in the typical Lagos traffic. He had missed this; staying within the walls of a prison could make one lose touch with reality. The only reality he didn’t lose touch with was Kamsi and Somto, his closest and best things in life. This thing was well played in his head. They had no idea of the surprise that awaited them.

 

***

DERIN

“Surprise!!!!!!!”

Okay guys, I am going to tell you what I hate more than fake people. I hate fake people!!!!! Hahahaha I am sure you thought I was going to say something reasonable, shey? You guys overrate me. Okay, this is it, Lola is fake! Ahan! She is the queen of fake people! I mean if fake people were going to hell, which I believe they all are…Lola would be in charge of heating up the fire for fake people because she takes the lead like that. So, I am standing in this room, really fresh banquet hall and my friend, Lola is currently crying in the arms of her fiancé. He just proposed to her. Now, I’ll tell you why despite the fact that I am grinning like an idiot and taking pictures of this moment, I still regard her as fake. Lola and I have spent the last two months planning her ‘surprise proposal’. Yup! You read that right. When Uche told me that he wanted to ask Lola to marry him on her birthday, I was like wow! Okay, I get to plan this alone, but then somehow I leaked the information to Lola and bam, she took over the planning. I mean, if she was aware of everything, how she still managed to act surprised when Uche walked into the hall and asked the band to stop playing before popping the question is beyond me. Home girl has tears in her eyes! And before you ask, yes, she actually practised the crying part. I’ll get back to the party now – smile and air kiss all the other fakers in the building. By now, if you don’t know that I am the realest fake person alive, you are on a long thing.

“Congratulations, doll,” Derin said, air kissing Lola before turning to Uche and giving him a real life peck on the cheek.

Lola took Derin by the hand, moving her to a corner. She could see her friend straying into danger zone. “Babes, don’t you have somewhere to be?”

“Come on, Lola. I am not going to steal Uche from you. He is like a kid brother to me,” Derin replied, flipping her hair over her shoulder.

“Considering the fact that you are pushing thirty, Derin. I’d be very worried,” Lola replied, flashing a smile at two friends as they walked by.

“Thirty! You make it sound like end time is here.”

Lola nodded. “Menopause is lurking around the corner for you, I’ll call that end time sweetie.”

Derin chuckled. “I am twenty nine, madam. And before you act like you are not yet twenty nine, let me remind you that I am only older than you by six months.”

“See you later, love. And thank you for planning this for me,” Lola said, arm-squeezing Derin as she walked off to Uche.

You see why I hate this girl? I really had plans to get to the studio in record time for my famous show (Oh yeah, I am a celeb – I almost forgot that part) because my producer thinks I don’t keep to time but somehow I decided to be a sweetheart and support this girl on this day and this is the thank you I get? She reminds me that I am closer to menopause than I am to the grave. It is not her fault. People like me need to stop doing good things for people like her. If it weren’t for me, she wouldn’t have a proposal this dope. Uche would have asked her to marry him in his office and she’d have whined about it to her grandchildren if she was lucky to make it to the third week of her marriage. Oh trust me, Lola isn’t useful like that. So right now, I am going to call my producer and come up with a lie like the last time I was late. All thanks to the girl I hate the most in the world. Oh no, scratch that, the ones I hate more than Lola are standing right in front of me. Smile, Derin. Smile. It’s show time.

“Aderinsola!!!!!!!!”

Derin wore a fake grin. “Oluwadamilolaotunyoironumikuro.”

“Honey, that’s not my name.”

Derin chuckled back. “Mine is Derin for short.”

“Hi Derin for short.”

“Judith, I can’t see you,” Derin said, ignoring Judith. There was no love lost between the trio but when it concerned Lola who was their unifying factor, they all wore their best smiles and strapped it on.

“Are you in a hurry?” Dami asked, looking around. “This party is just getting started. Is that DJ Tohbahd I see?” she squealed, hurrying into the crowd.

Judith scoffed. “Does someone have to get back to her show that no one listens to?”

“Really? How would you know the timing of my show if it wasn’t the show that kept you alive in all your dark days of numerous heart break?” Derin clapped back.

“You are an idiot, Derin,” Judith replied, clearly pissed.

Derin laughed. “Triggered! Okay baby, I’ll see you later. I have to get my keys from the valet and hurry out of here, you know Lagos and traffic?”

“Your keys? You now have a car?”

Derin shrugged and blew Judith a kiss as she hurried out.

Now I am walking really fast out of this hall because I’d be damned if Judith sneaks up on me. I don’t have a car. I have never ever had one. Don’t ask me why I lied. I already told you that I am the realest fake thing alive. About my show, Judith is just reaching. I have a massive audience who listens to me. It is not a forgotten show, it is just a show that doesn’t have a lot of people calling up on it. (No difference, shey?) But you see the thing, I am spicing up that show from the minute I pick up that microphone at nine pm tonight. Judith is going to choke on her words and Lola is going to wish that she paid me more homage. I am finally settled in my ride. Keke Napep, best thing after cars. I mean I literally ditch the days of okadas for it. They are my new go to guys. They can be okadas when they need to be and they can be cars if they need to be (if you own a car, I am sure you understand what I mean) but be that as it may, I’d choose an Uber over Keke if I had the cash. Hey! Don’t roll your eyes at me. Ubers are cheap and I am not as broke as you think but it is September and this is school season so you know what I mean. Yeah, what I mean is I am broke.

***

“Derin!”

Derin turned as her landlord rose from his favourite plastic chair that was rooted to the front porch of his house like a statue. She often did wonder if the man was ever going to have a new habitat. He could be found there at any time of the day – as early as three in the morning when Derin returned from really late shows and sometimes parties and as late as eleven at night if she had reasons to return home the same day. She didn’t care much for his routine, neither did he care for her safety or the hours by which she lived, but he cared for his rent which she was owing…as usual.

“Your rent is late o.”

Derin nodded. “Mr Williams, this, I know.”

“Ms Derin, this, you don’t know, I have things to do with the rent and I don’t like it being late.”

“I’ll pay you next month.”

Mr Williams scowled. “Oh you said the same thing last month and the month before, so I am not buying it. Last week, I saw you wearing a new top and the week before, it was a new dress. Do you owe the people who sell the dresses too?”

Okay! This is where I pause again! Mr Williams has a disturbing disorder. He actually knows my clothes. This is weird and I find it nauseating and if you have a landlord like him, please report him to the police, except if you are a chronic debtor like me. I know how hard it must be for you to learn that I owe money especially with my celebrity status but I promise you, I am working hard to stop living above my means. I hope I can change this habit next year, although I doubt it. I made it my New Year resolution to stop buying things that I really couldn’t afford and see where that has led me? Nowhere! Anyway, Mr Williams is just making a big deal about my owing habits, I really had the intentions of paying his rent but things happen. Like I accidentally see a Chanel bag that suits my ambition and I can’t look away. I also don’t know how to avoid Elizabeth Arden colognes when I see them, so what can I do? I’ll owe Mr Williams instead.

“Sir, I am really sorry, and I promise you that next month is for real, I’ll pay half of what I owe you.

Mr Williams smiled faintly. “It’s just because I like you o! Ehen, if not, I will just kick you out of my house.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Derin replied, turning away.

“Derin!”

She stopped and turned to him. “Sir?”

“My son is back o!”

She smiled. “He is not my type. Thank you, Sir,” she said, turning away. She could hear Mr Williams hiss as she walked off to her mini-flat.

“Mama!”

Derin spread her arms and scooped Segun into an embrace. “What’s up, my G?”

“I’m fine”

She smiled as she stared at the plate of rice ahead of the young lad. “Of course, you are fine,” she said, settling into the sofa.

“Shey you won’t be late for your show today? Or are we going together?” he asked, excitedly.

The last time Derin brought him into the studio, she was let off with a warning from her producer as Segun had done more harm than good by tampering with her producer’s jacket because he didn’t like his countenance. Segun had brought her tonnes of drama since he came into her life, but he also brought joy to her heart and these were feelings she’d never trade. Her job made it difficult for her to spend time with him as she’d have loved to and curb his excesses but she had found a way to manage the time she spent away from him – measures like locking him in the house while she went out but never for the night shows. She always dropped him off reluctantly with her mother. Tonight was not going to be an exception.

“You are going to grandmas’.” Derin announced.

Segun frowned. “She doesn’t like me.”

“Dude, how do you know that? She likes you jor. Let’s have dinner quickly abeg so I can drop you off, I don’t want to get there later than I already am,” she replied, pulling the plate of rice before her. “So you were going to consume this food alone? Guy, where you dey chop this food put?” she said, teasing him for his tiny frame.

“But you are not bigger than me like that.” He teased back.

She smiled and took a spoon of rice. She loved Segun for a lot of reasons. He was the smartest ten year old in the world and she did wish that he was hers.

***

Remi pushed the doorbell twice. Somto was the type of guy that took things ‘personal’. He’d yell if he heard the doorbell more than two times. Remi smiled as he pushed the doorbell the third and fourth time.

“Kuku remove the bell dey go your house na!”

Remi smiled as he heard Somto yell. He was so glad to be home. Nothing would beat the look on Somto’s face in a few seconds.

“Why are you—” Somto paused as he stared at Remi. “Is this for real?”

Remi chuckled and threw his arm open. “My guy!”

“Remi!!!! Oh my God!”

“I know, right? It’s your boy,” Remi grinned, letting himself in.

Somto shut the door after him. “Guy, how are you out?”

“Let’s say something miraculous happened and I got a Presidential pardon I didn’t expect, like man, I don’t even know how they got me out. Some guys say I was not just suited for prison.”

“That’s not true. You still found a way to always look good behind bars,” Somto said. “I could have sworn you were made for it.”

“You don mad finish.”

Somto smiled. “So….”

“So….”

Somto laughed weirdly. “So…where are you staying?”

“What do you mean by where am I staying? I am staying here.”

Somto cleared his throat, rising to his feet. “Remi, it may not work. I…I am getting married on Saturday.”

“What?! Nigga! Are you kidding me right now?”

Somto shook his head. “No. In two days’ time, I’d be a married man and I can’t have a squatter.”

“Wow! You didn’t even tell me this the last time you came visiting. You and Ifeoma really made this work, didn’t you? I am proud of you, Son,” Remi said, dancing in the living room. “I have to go and dust my best man’s suit be that o, abi, you don get best man?”

Somto looked worried.

“See your face! Of course I know you have a best man that’s not me,” Remi said, laughing. “How can it be me if you were not even expecting me? Anyway, how did you resolve things with Ifeoma’s parents? Did you kneel down and beg her father to see you as a worthy man?”

“Ifeoma and I…are…we are no longer together. I am not getting married to her.”

Remi blinked. “Wow! Guy, you are so secretive o. You came to see me at the prison and never said you’re getting married to another babe that is not Ifeoma. Anyway, who is the babe?”

“Kamsi and I are getting married.”

***

Thanks guys for reading this First Episode. I’ll see you again next Thursday, same time, same blog, by God’s Grace.

P.S: Drop those comments. I love reading them 🙂

And please, don’t forget the Book signing event for George’s Pieces of Me on the 28th October, 2017. It’ll be a great opportunity to meet you (and sell my books)

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Address: Page Book Connoisseurs store – 82, Allen Avenue, Ikeja Lagos. (1st floor, Ibilola Nelson House)

Time: 2pm (Please be on time)

Book Price – #2,000 Naira (All copies autographed at the event)

 

 

 

 

In Search Of Forever

“What are you searching for?”

“Forever”

“Forever is a myth, Remi. What we have is now.”

“Then I want to have several nows with you. What do you say?”

********************************************** Hey guys!

So, I know you’ve missed me even though you won’t admit it and it’s totally fine because I won’t even admit it to myself (See what I did there? No. Exactly! I did nothing there! 😆)

So, our new blog series, “In Search Of Forever” starts from Thursday, 12th October, 2017.

Are you excited? Can I get a yes? (I know you said that, now write it in the comment section)

Every Thursday at noon for the next weeks and maybe months, we’d be on a ride and these characters are dying to meet you, literally. They keep me awake at night. I hope you enjoy this one.

Oh, before I forget – I’m inviting you to my Book reading and Book signing event on the 28th of October, 2017 at PAGE Books Connoisseurs Store.

Venue: 82, Allen Avenue, Ikeja, Lagos. (1st Floor, Ibilola Nelson House)

Time: 2pm (Please be on time)

A copy of my Book, George’s Pieces of Me goes for #2,000 Naira. I look forward to seeing you there!

Cheers, Tomi Adesina 💚💛

GPOM TV interview tomorrow

Hey! Good evening! 😁

So, I’ll be on Rave TV tomorrow, 13th September, 2017 on the Book Review show discussing my New Book, George’s Pieces of Me from 7:45am.

Please, tune in if you can.

Rave TV is on StarTimes Channel 125 and GoTv Channel 113

Thank you!

Also, don’t forget to place orders for your copies of the book too here

“George’s Pieces Of Me” is here

Hello everyone!

Thank you all for the kind wishes, support and prayers during the book launch.

George’s Pieces Of Me is now out for purchase!

You can buy from Buboox here – buboox.com/product/georges-pieces-of-me/ (They deliver anywhere in Nigeria)

You can also buy from Amazon here – https://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/9789601409/ (If you’re outside Nigeria)

It is also available at Patabah Bookstore, Surulere, Lagos. (B18, Adeniran Ogunsanya Street, Surulere) (Shoprite, Surulere)

Don’t forget to share pictures of your book on social media with the hashtag – #GPOM

Thank you all