Jide stepped out into the vibrant atmosphere of the bar, scanning the room for Yomi. Spotting him at the general's table, Jide observed a relaxed and contented Yomi. He was surrounded by a group of people with laughter echoing in the air. As Jide approached, he couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness for his friend, who seemed blissfully unaware of the impending paternity issue that loomed over him. The weight of the secret burdened Yomi's thoughts, creating a stark contrast to the carefree ambiance of the bar. Drawing nearer to the general's table, Jide's understanding deepened as he noticed the source of Yomi's joy. Shandie, Yomi's ex-girlfriend of many years, graced the gathering with her presence. She exuded an undeniable allure, radiating confidence and beauty. The two of them appeared at ease, sharing laughter without any apparent reservations and relishing the camaraderie of the moment. Yomi's fixation on Shandie, however, raised concerns in Jide's mind. The familiar narra

Yomi walked into the shared flat in London, his heart still dancing in the euphoria of his rekindled relationship with Shandie. The warmth of the past week lingered in his smile, and he felt a renewed sense of joy. Little did he know, the atmosphere was about to shatter."Welcome back to reality, Romeo," Jide remarked with a sly grin. Yomi chuckled, saying, "I didn't realize how much I missed that girl, I swear." He paused, reflecting on the past. "But that's all history. She's back for keeps now."Jide, eyebrow raised, regarded him quizzically. "Is she? Seriously?" he questioned skeptically. "Well, time will tell."Confused by Jide's cryptic response, James pressed for clarity. "What do you mean by that?" he asked, a note of urgency in his voice. "Why are you talking like this, Jide? Spill it, man. What's going on?"Jide, sensing the gravity of the situation, advised James to take a seat. Uncertain but intrigued, James complied and settled in, bracing hi

Gloria pushed the door of her flat open, greeted by the concerned face of Kemi. "There has been this ringing sensation in my ears all morning," she sighed, a hint of worry etched across her face.Kemi, ever the empathetic friend, quizzically inquired, "What kind of ringing sensation? Like a telephone call or a bell ringing?"Gloria paused, searching for the right words. "Well, more like someone is talking about me somewhere. And honestly, I shouldn't be surprised."Kemi arched an eyebrow, concern deepening. "Gloria, you need to take better care of yourself. You look like an old wife whose husband ran away with the maid. What happened?"With a resigned expression, Gloria confessed, "Anxiety is what it's called, and I don't know if you fully grasp what it means. Ever since I told Jide about the pregnancy, I haven't heard anything from him. He just said he would discuss it with Yomi, but I have yet to hear anything. It's been one whole week today. I'm worrie

As Gloria led Yomi into the small living room of the flat, she gestured for him to take a seat on the sofa. To her surprise, Yomi waited for her to have her seat first, and instead of settling on the sofa as expected, he chose the wooden coffee table, positioning himself to face her. The subtle nuances of this action didn't escape Gloria's notice; there was an unspoken dynamic at play. "How are you?" Yomi inquired, a smirk playing on his face. Gloria, attempting to project an air of calm, replied, "Fine," almost feeling a surprising sense of ease. It seemed as though the encounter might be more straightforward than she had initially thought. Yomi, maintaining his enigmatic expression, questioned, "What is your name again?" Gloria, momentarily puzzled, deduced that he likely sought her full name. "Gloria Bright," she answered. "So, I heard things that were unclear to me from Jide," Yomi began, an air of mystery surrounding his words. "You went to Jide because

The soft glow of the phone illuminated James's face as he read Shandie's text. "Hey babes, I am missing you too and can do with a bear hug now," he replied, a tender smile playing on his lips. Shandie, always eager to bridge the distance that physical separation imposed, suggested, "How about I come down tomorrow?"A moment of hesitation lingered in James's response. Shandie, sensing his reservation, quickly retracted her offer, her intuition attuned to the nuances of his emotions. James, apologetic for the brief pause, explained, "I want to be sure I would have enough time to make your visit worthwhile." Yet, Shandie, perceptive to James's inner workings, knew there was more on his mind."Babe," she said gently, "you sure you don't have something bothering you?" James, caught in the crosscurrents of his thoughts, seized the moment. "I actually do. You know me too well," he admitted, the weight of the unspoken revelation pressing on his conscience."What is it?" Shandie inquired, her