Beatrice stretched out on the bed, unwilling to get up, her thoughts drifting through the swift passage of years. The recent weeks had been a whirlwind of academic responsibilities as she diligently worked on wrapping up her thesis. Today marked the culmination of her efforts – the final exam.
Summoning the energy to face the day, Beatrice decided to rouse her friend and roommate, Shola. A gentle knock on Shola's door was accompanied by a cheerful "wakey wakey, sleepyhead." Beatrice inquired about Shola's plans for the day, curious if she would join her for the final exam. Shola, already awake and engrossed in her phone, seemed preoccupied, appearing as if sleep had become a scarce commodity in recent days.
Unexpectedly, Shola shared the revelation of winning a friendly bet among their circle of friends – the ongoing debate on who held the coveted title of Harry's girlfriend. The trio, consisting of Beatrice, Shola, and Harry, had formed a unique friendship
The night continued to unfold with the rhythmic flow of wine, laughter, and the warmth of friendship. Amidst the lively atmosphere, Shola, the instigator of fun, proposed a game of truth and dare. It was a playful suggestion, but Shola had a mischievous gleam in her eye, especially considering the subtle shifts in the dynamics between George and Beatrice.Establishing the rules, the friends agreed to begin with a round of truth for everyone, with no dares allowed initially. Subsequent questions would be written on pieces of paper, folded, and picked blindly, introducing an element of surprise to the game.The opening truth question set the tone: "Do you have a secret that has been kept away from all of us?" George was the first to answer, responding with a sly grin, "Yes." Beatrice, in her characteristic straightforward manner, replied with a simple "No." Yvonne followed suit, shaking her head with a definitive "No." Shola, perhaps with a mischievous twinkle in her eye
Shane groggily picked up his phone, which had powered back on after running out of battery during his end-of-year party with the lads the night before. He had invited Beatrice to join them, but he received no reply. As he scrolled through his messages this morning, he discovered a video from Beatrice, proudly declaring she was having the time of her life. Annoyance and frustration welled up within Shane. What was the purpose of her sending such a message to him? In his irritation, he contemplated forwarding it to those who cared about her. He refused to suffer in silence alone. Thoughts raced through his mind, recalling her earlier statement about not being interested in a relationship. Yet, here she was, seemingly entangled with George, kissing him mercilessly. As Shane reflected on the situation, he couldn't help but feel a mix of disappointment and jealousy. The invitation was extended to Beatrice to share in the camaraderie of the end-of-year celebration, but her
In a dimly lit room at Studio 39, Jide faced an uphill battle as he tried to dissuade Gloria from pinning her pregnancy on Yomi. The air was heavy with tension, the atmosphere mirroring the complexities of the situation. Gloria, with a determined look on her face, confronted Jide with the news of her pregnancy. "Yomi is the father, and he needs to take responsibility," she asserted, her voice tinged with both frustration and conviction. Jide, though feeling the weight of the situation, wasn't one to back down easily. He took a deep breath and began his plea, "Gloria, you've got this all wrong. Yomi couldn't possibly be the father. You need to reconsider and think about this carefully." Gloria crossed her arms, a defensive posture. "I know what happened, Jide. Yomi and I were together that night, and now I'm pregnant. It's his child, and he can't just run away from it." Jide sighed, realizing he had a challenging task ahead. "Look, Gloria, Yomi is not the type to be careless about s
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
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
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
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
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