Epilogue
Three months later...
*Sola*
"Sola! Sola! Stand still! You'll ruin your million-dollar dress!" Amina snapped at me, She was glaring at me with a menacing gleam.
"Look, I'm sorry! I'm just so...so Nervous. I can't stop shaking!" I mumbled, staring at my reflection in the mirror frantically. My eyes stayed on my middle section. I was staring at my almost-visible baby bump. Thanks to the stylist Alex had flown into the country from London, the big white wedding dress was fitted perfectly to my body, yet it managed to successfully conceal my rising bump. Five months.
"Ami, Don't you think... I'm getting married too early? I mean.. I know I'm pregnant already.. But.."
"Are you on drugs?" She asked with a dead panned expression. I bit my lower
SECOND EPILOGUE Four months later... My water just broke. I was behind the desk, sitting close to my husband in his office. We were in the middle of an interview with one of the investors of my newly opened company, SHADE COSMETICS AND CLOTHING BRAND. I dedicated the name to my late mother, as I've always wished to. Alex had been so supportive for the past few months as he made sure my dreams were made to reality. We were still deliberating on the location and brand style with our investors when I noticed the moisture between my legs. I was very confused at first because I didn't feel any pain.Then I felt it happen. It wasn't really painful, it was more like an urge to use the toilet. But I knew what it was. The baby is coming!. "Um.... Ale
*Third pov*Sitting close to the clean, serene pool with the beautiful blue looking waters, Sola hardly realized that she was lost in her own thoughts and memories.She scarcely noticed the clapping of the waves caused by the chilly wind on a quiet Sunday in September 2016. She absentmindedly sighed as she felt the chill climb all the way up her soft, clear skin.Sola was trying so desperately hard to conjure up memories of how her life had been before she'd tragically lost her parents, but she realized she could hardly come up with anything.She didn't know if she was supposed to feel happy or sad about that discovery. That she was finally losing painful memories that made her cry to sleep on her small bunk bed almost
*Third pov*The loud bang on the iron door woke Sola up, startled. Clara must have arrived. She thought. Clara was a very impulsive young lady and she did things without considering the consequences.Sola remembered how heartbroken Clara had been when a boyfriend of hers, Gideon, who she hadn't even been faithful to, had decided to break off their relationship.Sola had had to put up with Clara's abnormally rude behavior just because she had been dumped by her boyfriend. But eventually Clara had overcame the dark times of her life and Sola didn't want Clara making the same mistakes over and over again.She got up and quickly and straightened the bed before leaving the room. She got to the parlour to meet Clara sitting wide-legged on the sofa, counting the cash in her hands with ridiculous seriousness.
*sola* (pov)I woke up with a jolt. My forehead was beaded with thick sweat that was trickling down my damp face. I rubbed the back of my palm over my forehead to ease the headache that was already forming because of the nightmare I just woke up from.I was a bit shocked. I usually had pleasant dreams of when my parents were still alive and when we were always happy, going to the market with my mother and coming back home to arrange and plan the type of pranks we would play on my father.But, tonight was different. I glanced at the clock on the opposite wall. 2:20AM it read.I cleaned my forehead again, with my arm. I hadn't had a nightmare in
'tonight I might fall in love,..Depending on how you hold me...I'm glad that I'm coming down..Don let no one come control me..Keep dancing and call it love..She fighting but falling slowly..If ever you are in doubt, remember what mama told me..Brown skin girl...Your skin just like pearls...The best thing in the world...I'll never trade you for anybody else...Brown skin gir–—'My singing was interrupted by the loud bang on the door. I was sure it was Clara. My troublesome best friend.I unplugged my headphones and left the kitchen where I'd been making dinner while listening to music to pass
The AC in the car was so chilling and refreshing that I had to fight my desire to sleep off.We were on our way to the big event that was being held in Eko hotel and suites, one of the best hotels in Lagos state, pretty much the whole country itself. I had been there just once, I was part of the ushering crew for a birthday party, but I'm so excited now that I was going not as a low, limited worker, but as one of the management of my restaurant.I loved my job, because it was like a miracle for me. Last year I finished my ND part time course in the college of Yabatech. I did part time because I needed to support myself to survive.I wish I could finish my HND but I had so many responsibilities, like working all week, and jumping on any available jobs during the weekends. So,
*sola*I stood stock still. Frozen. Shocked. I still couldn't believe someone had been here witnessing my embarrassing situation. My eyes and face were still burning hard but I was so shocked I didn't know how to react.His hand that was holding the little hand wash bottle was stretched to me. I stared at it. It was like I was frozen. Couldn't move. Then he spoke."Take it" that voice, a rich baritone that was clear as day and husky at the same time. I gulped and jumped in to action.I grabbed the bottle, turned back to the basin and started washing the hell out of my face.After about ten minutes, I started to feel my face cool down. I opened my eyes, they felt sore an
*Sola* I stared deeply at him. My eyes never wavering. My attention was fully on him. His hair looked fuller and he had those pretty scrubs on his perfect chin. We were both seated on the sand, the beach water playing with our feet and finger tips. We kept staring at each other like nothing else mattered, like no one else existed. Just the two of us."God! you're so beautiful" his voice echoed to me in a tight-lipped exclamation as he gazed at me in wonder, studying every little details of my face. He stroked my chin with the back of his fingers, his lips slightly ajar. I felt my eyelids unconsciously close at the feeling of his touch on my face. I wanted it to be this way. I wanted it to never stop."Alex," I sig