The two girls walked side by side, the lively chatter replaced by a heavy silence. Shola, perceptive as ever, understood that her friend was not ready to delve into the whirlwind of emotions that had just swept through them. Determined not to let anything dampen her appetite, Shola decided to steer the conversation towards more neutral grounds once they reached their destination.
They arrived at the cafeteria, a haven of tantalizing aromas and sizzling suya meat. Rather than opting to sit in and soak in the vibrant atmosphere, they chose to take their food away, a decision that allowed them to munch on their suya as they strolled back to their flat. The night air carried the delicious scent of grilled meat and spices, a stark contrast to the subdued atmosphere between the two friends.
Shola, ever the conversational maestro, decided to break the silence gently. "So, Bea, any plans for the weekend?" she inquired, attempting to shift the focus away from the unexpected e
As the night unfolded, the pulsating energy of the Excelsior Party enveloped the venue. The meticulous planning by the organizers had successfully attracted an eclectic mix of party enthusiasts. Every corner of the venue teemed with a kaleidoscope of characters—party hoppers, influencers, first-timers navigating the party scene, sugar babes casting their allure, and stubborn rockers refusing to conform. The night promised an enticing blend of personalities, each seeking their own unique experience. The fashion spectrum was as diverse as the attendees themselves, ranging from the audaciously scantily clad to those elegantly draped in haute couture. The air crackled with anticipation as attendees reveled in the freedom to express themselves through their attire, each outfit a statement, a narrative woven into the fabric of the night. The culinary offerings flowed as freely as the vibrant conversations, with a delectable array of dishes catering to every palate. From go
As Shane animatedly shared his catch-up stories, the DJ seamlessly transitioned into the timeless rhythm of Lionel Richie's "All Night Long." Shola, sharing a conspiratorial glance with Beatrice, couldn't help but express her excitement. With a playful smile, she whispered to Beatrice, "This is our dance for the night, right?" Beatrice responded with an emphatic nod, their plan for the night taking shape. Just as the two friends prepared to hit the dance floor, a hand gently rested on Beatrice's shoulder, prompting her to turn around. Instantly recognizing the familiar touch, Beatrice beamed and playfully tugged at the person behind the hand. The face that met hers was none other than George's, and without a second thought, she pulled him onto the dance floor. The music of Lionel Richie enveloped the atmosphere, creating a perfect backdrop for Shola and Beatrice's intended night of joyous revelry. As they swayed to the infectious rhythm, the lyrics of "All Night Long
James operated in the shadows, weaving a complex web of influence and connections. His bad boy image was just the tip of the iceberg, concealing the intricate network he had meticulously built. To the unsuspecting public, he was merely a student with a penchant for trouble, a cautionary tale for concerned mothers, and a figure to be avoided by the fairer sex. Little did they know, he was a force to be reckoned with, capable of instilling fear in the highest echelons of the educational institution.His ties to the hotel industry in Ifetown hinted at a multifaceted persona. While some might dismiss him as a troublemaker, those in the know understood that his influence reached far beyond the campus grounds. The ambiguous nature of his political affiliations added an extra layer of mystery to his character, leaving people to speculate about the true extent of his power.In the intricate dance of power dynamics, James was the orchestrator, conducting his affairs with a calc
Beatrice, intending to excuse herself, turned the corner and collided with a solid figure, accompanied by a musky scent. She uttered a quick "sorry" before realizing she had bumped into James. Instead of a casual apology, James unexpectedly pulled her into a secluded corner, and she instinctively began to resist."Leave me alone, or I'll scream the place down," she warned, struggling against his grip. James, however, seemed more intent on conveying a message than causing harm. "I just want to warn you that all is not as it seems in these parties," he said urgently. "Be careful of strange connections."Beatrice, still frustrated and bewildered, yanked her arm away from him and headed toward the toilet, muttering to herself. "Who are you to keep watch over me?" she questioned aloud, her irritation evident. Turning around, she raised her voice and said, "Keep it all for Shandie; it's not needed here."The encounter left Beatrice both annoyed and perplexed. James's
Returning to the hostel, Beatrice and Shola found themselves bubbling with excitement after the eventful night. Minister Harry had turned out to be quite the character, regaling them with amusing stories of events and the various antics of girls attempting to catch the attention of influential men. To their surprise, he appreciated the genuine and carefree approach Beatrice and Shola had toward the night, finding their lack of ulterior motives refreshing.The initial air of arrogance that Minister Harry exuded had dissipated completely, revealing a more down-to-earth and unserious side. The girls now saw him as relatable and approachable. In a casual exchange, Minister Harry handed each of them his business card, expressing his intent to keep in touch whenever he visited town again.As they bid Minister Harry goodnight, the girls couldn't help but marvel at the unpredictability of the evening. What started with a mysterious encounter at the party had evolved into an interesting connec
James Keenan, a charismatic and pragmatic leader, had etched his presence onto the canvas of campus life, each stroke of influence carefully painted with a blend of charm, intelligence, and strategic prowess. As his time on campus neared its conclusion, James faced the pivotal task of anointing a successor to safeguard the legacy he had meticulously crafted. His journey as a leader began with an innate ability to navigate the intricate web of campus politics. James possessed a magnetic charisma that drew peers and followers alike into his orbit. It was a charisma underlined by an acute understanding of human dynamics and an uncanny knack for reading the pulse of the student body. His leadership style was not one of brute force but of influence and persuasion, creating a formidable aura that permeated through lecture halls, social gatherings, and clandestine meetings alike. The key to James' success lay in his pragmatism. He recognized the importance of alliances and connections, weav
George, a transfer student hailing from the University of Jos, wore a facade of affability and approachability that masked his true identity. While perceived by many as a happy-go-lucky and friendly individual, George harbored a secret leadership role within the Eagles. His transfer to the current campus was orchestrated to shield him from a potential scandal unfolding in the north, one that had the potential to implicate him and numerous figures in authority. Despite his seemingly unassuming exterior, George stood on the brink of a revelation that could reshape the dynamics of influence. In the intricate dance of campus politics, George's covert leadership was a factor known only to a select few, and James, as the orchestrator of this clandestine ballet, understood the strategic significance of this revelation. The metaphorical initiation of the snake represented a move characterized by finesse, subterfuge, and a keen understanding of the complex power structures in play. I
The array of options laid before James outlined promising pathways into the political landscape, each position reflecting the weight of his past contributions. The listed choices were as follows:Senior Special Assistant to the Minister of Commerce (Immediate entry).Senior Special Assistant to the Minister of Internal Affairs (Immediate entry).Senior Special Assistant to the Minister of External Affairs (Requires further training).Special Assistant, Interpol (Requires further training).Senior Special Assistant to the Minister of Finance (Immediate entry).These roles presented immediate entry opportunities, while others required additional training, signifying a shift toward more specialized and impactful spheres. The allure of political power beckoned James, and the immediate entry roles stirred excitement within him. However, his ambitions stretched beyond the local arena; he aspired for positions at the federal level or in the interna
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
As James drove away from Gloria's house, a cloud of contemplation hung over him like a heavy fog. Returning to the flat, he found Jide anxiously awaiting news, curiosity etched across his face like an open book.James, in need of a moment to gather his thoughts, prepared a cup of Irish coffee and settled into a chair with his head leaned back. The weight of responsibility weighed heavily on him, especially considering the potential implications of Gloria carrying his child. The baby, an innocent party in this unfolding drama, was a consequence of either negligence or fate, and James was resolute in acknowledging and addressing his responsibilities.Sipping his coffee, he reflected on the mess that had unfolded, contemplating the complexities of the situation. He recognized the gravity of the matter at hand; if Gloria was indeed carrying his child, he was prepared to take responsibility. However, he wasn't willing to be manipulated or coerced by an unknown woman claimin
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 call connected, and Yomi's familiar voice came through the phone. Obviously, since he had gotten the number from Jide earlier, it was saved on his phone. As Yomi greeted her with a simple "hello," Gloria found herself lost for words. Uncertain of how to broach the delicate subject, she stumbled over her words, attempting to speak but only managing to cough.Yomi, on the other end of the line, picked up on Gloria's struggle. With a tone that carried a mix of nonchalance and amusement, he said, "Gloria, when you finish coughing, you can call me back because apparently I am a baby daddy." A chuckle followed his words. "Or better still, come over here when you are ready to talk, and let's thrash this out."Gloria, still coughing and taken aback by the unexpected turn of events, couldn't get a word in as Yomi continued to speak. Before she could gather herself, he dropped the call, leaving her in a state of shock. The sudden revelation that Yomi not only knew her number
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
James burst into laughter, a genuine, almost incredulous sound that echoed through the room. Jide, who had been harboring concern, couldn't help but be taken aback by the sudden outburst. "Jide, my friend, are you serious? You've been worried about this?" James chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. "Come on, man, we go way back. You know me better than that." Jide, still trying to gauge James's sincerity, questioned, "You're telling me you had nothing to do with Gloria? She's claiming you're the father, James." James leaned back, still amused, and started recounting the encounters. "Alright, let me set the record straight. Yes, I've been with Gloria once, and yeah, I was careful. The other time, she claims we were together. I woke up, and she was in my room, but nothing had happened. I don't even remember going out with her the night before she showed up." He continued, a smirk playing on his lips, "Tell her, categorically, to dream on. If she thinks she can tie me down with som
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
As they go for a long walk, catching up on old times, the air is filled with a palpable sense of nostalgia and unspoken emotions. Delight radiates from their faces, grateful to have found each other again after all these years. The pavement beneath their feet echoes with the rhythm of their shared history, a melody of memories that once seemed lost. They stroll back to studio 39, the place where James parked his car, the tangible connection to the present moment. The city around them buzzes with life, but in their bubble of conversation, time seems to slow. James, with a glint of sincerity in his eyes, suggests taking Shandie back home. However, there's a subtle twist in the plan—it's not to her home but to his. A smile plays on Shandie's lips, a silent agreement forming between them. As they drive through the city streets, the glow of streetlights paints fleeting images on their faces, emphasizing the shared laughter and exchanged stories. The car slows to a stop in
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