Samantha's Hood.
~Dare Ofegu~
"Do you think I should send her?"
I slackened the pressure of my legs on the exercise machine, my hand still gripping the handles, but my eyes straying to Imara who was standing few throws away.
We were in the gym house and twas just 10:00am.
"I thought every human knows the best thing to do."
I didn't want to take those words of hers as scorn, so I tried very hard to ignore.
"Sometimes some decisions are not so clear, so it does not harm to get ideas from others."
She whirred in my direction,
"Sending her money would only make things easy for her. She wouldn't have to squat with anyone anymore."
I stopped ridding and threw her an ogle,
"Dummy. She isn't squatting. She's living with someone very dear to me. Someone to whom I'm very Dearing. She would treat her like she would her mother."
She replied,
Kafula.~Kola Adefarasin~"Didn't know you're the workaholic type. Or are you just putting up a show?"The feminine voice paced from the door and hit me differently. I was actually engrossed in what I was doing. But not only was the voice familiar, its wave pushed up my head in the direction. Oh."Is that your own way of saying, good morning, Miss Amy?"I looked quickly away from her again. She was dressed in a skimpy skirt, milk-colored blouse, black long coat and well braided hair. There was an unprecedented smirk stalking her face; the whole of her expression."For your own sake, bro. I'll hope that you haven't come to work here to mess with Dare again. I don't care what you guys shared in the past. If you've come to make a mess, I promise you a quick and humiliating demotion. But before then, we'd have a huge fall out."I couldn't help but stop what I was doing. For a moment, twas reall
Samantha's Hood.~Dare Ofegu~"You know, that's how it happens sometimes."I slacked off on the treadmill for no reason. I was in the gym room. I have been there since thirty minutes and haven't gotten enough yet.Earlier the day, I'd watched a Tiktok video of some self workout routines without using equipments. I'd wanted to go through those processes, but twould be tantamount to running through a track on foot when there are options for transit."Aren't you going to say something?"I took the risk of turning to Imara who was sitting on an elevated leathered stool behind me. Just a miss, I'd be tumbling down the treadmill."You haven't been talking to me lately. I see no reason why I should keep you as my friend."I didn't want to stop the exercise. I'd promised myself to take the work out routine very seriously. Enough of fighting Sam over what she was obstinate about. I wanted to l
Few weeks later. Samantha's Hood.~Dare Ofegu~"Wake up."Came the familiar voice outside my door. The knock came again as well as the voice. I was sure of who that was. Samantha."Go away."I rolled in bed. My eyes were still heavy. Yesterday was hell of a day. I won't go into details. You're not entitled to know everything that happens to me.The knock kept coming. I pushed the duvet down, swiping my cold palm over my face."30 minutes more please."I called weakly as I turned in the bed. The weak pupils strayed to the table clock on the bedside drawer. The fuck?! 9PM!"I'm coming in."I could here her punch the code to my room in and the door beeped. It opened. She strode in, in a wine gown and heels."Get dressed, we're going to work."The remaining cloud of gloom stalking my eyes were snapped at instantly. I sat up in bed as she walked to the le
The Company's Restaurant.~Dare Ofegu~"I know you have a million and one questions."She started, her left elbow erected on the eating table, that palm supporting the smooth of her cheek. Her eyes glued to my face, her gaze tender, compared to the attitude she gave earlier the day."Mhmm"That was short and crisp. I wasn't sure what the impression was aimed at. Probably just a filler for what she had started with.Earlier today, I'd been reinstated into my office. But now, I must only report to Samantha. Gregio had been suspended. Kola did surprise me but I was sure to make it clear that twould take more than a single favor to win my approval. Not that it mattered anyways.Abruptly, in the middle of work, she had walked into my office and asked me out for lunch. Twasnt really like she gave me a choice. She had walked in and ordered,"Come, let's go grab lunch."Though twas 3P
Saturday.~Samantha's Hood~"Let's stop here."I halted, breathing heavily. The truth was we've been walking not running, but that wasn't relevant. It didn't seem to be."Are you tired already?"Imara asked, holding that porous gaze."I'm not sure you know what fatigue is. I bet you can work all decades without stopping. Isn't that true?"She tried shaking her head in disapproval. It seemed like I've thought her several things."If I'm not willing, I won't work. And no man in his right sense would have a bot work non-stop for several weeks. And come to think of it, can a man work non-stop from several weeks?""You seem to keep forgetting that you ain't a human. We are different. What if Samantha wants you to work for long without rest, or have you do what you don't want, would you turn her offer down?"She whirred at me,"With the quick analysis I've made of her, she i
Samantha's Hood.~Dare Ofegu~"Pick up please."I muttered, tottering down the lawn. My phone pressed to the lob of my ear."Please, Lara."I halted, turning to the side. Opposite me was a large building which looked like a chapel. There were still many places I haven't been to in the compound. That tells you how large it is.I'm certain that the land isn't an acre but in hectares. It's the disease of the eyes."Hey, Love."The voice came on. I guess she was no longer hiding it anymore. But for all I know, she's certain of her place with me."You were busy?"More of a query than a question."Just returned from the market. Arranging stuff. Didn't mean to ignore the call."I nodded as though she was with me. I headed towards the short stairs that led to the door of the building before me,"Lara, I'm in a tight corner. And I don't know what to do. But s
Oxford. Ninny's Duplex. ~Ninny~ "How's it going?" Haya called at me from the opposite couch. She wasn't reading from her Danielle Steele's today. She was leaning on the support of the couch, looking from her phone to me. My Laptop on the device that holds up PC's. I'd been told that putting a laptop on the bare lap could result to several conditions. If twas all about me, I could knock it off. I love taking chances. But for the sake of Ninny's mom, Samantha, she'd be as scared and worried as hell. My mom was an entire case on her own. A protective freak maybe. "Just the last chapter and bibliography left." I strayed off the thoughts. She came on, "The referencing stuff took me out during my own project." I nodded softly, "It could be very tiresome. I'm fancying the option of paying someone to do the referencing for me. I can't sit all day making sure I follow s
Samantha's Hood. ~Dare Ofegu~ "What in the hell..." I sat up immediately in bed. I had delayed waking up today, though it's a day of work, solely because I wanted to abuse the use of power vested on me by Samantha. She'd told me to come to work whenever I wanted, that I ain't like the rest who should report to work daily to make ends meet. But of course, my portion of work for the day must be well carried out even from home. She made sure to entrench that. "No way." I exclaimed, staring at my phone unbelievably. My jaws dropping. It isn't actually because of the text I'd just received, it's about it's content. I pushed down a lump, holding the phone consciously as though it's an egg that could splatter immediately it dropped. Twas a message from Ninny. And it read, HEY, HANDSOME. HOW ARE YOU DOING TODAY? "Maybe she wanted to send it to someone else." I de