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CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
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********It’s been two weeks since I last heard from Wale, he also has been avoiding my calls. And right now, I’m so worried about him, what a twist. First, men leave me when I tell them about my other half and when I thought concealing that information was best, I lose the love of my life.Life is good, fair, unbalanced and cruel at the same time and I just stand alone at the receiving end. Is there even an atom of love left somewhere for me?I can feel my head spinning out of control, my eyes bulging out and I look so tired.I stare at the lecturer without hearing a word of what he’s saying and the harder I stare, the more the face of the lecturer turns into the face of Wale. I’m losing my mind.“Are you ok.” Jude's voice brings me back to class the moment the lecturer left the classroom.“Yes, I’m fine. Just having a little headache.” I say, using my left hand to rub my head. My head had start to hurt from much thinking and I feel miserable. I just need to lay on my bed and cry but
LIMITSÂ Â Â CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
********I get down from the Taxi in front of Wale's gate then, I pay the driver before he drives off. I stand a while facing the large, black gate while trying to rehearse what to say when i go in and see him.“Uhm, uhm,” I clear my throat “Your sister is worried about you so she ask me to check on you to see how you are doing.” No, it doesn’t sound right, why should I be the one Tessy sends.I try another one “Baby, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have held back that kind of important part of my life from you.” That’s if I get the opportunity to speak.“Honey, you can hate me all you want but I will not leave here until you forgive me or at least hear me out.” How pitiful. He can as well call the police on my ass and they will just bundle me out.“Uh,” I sigh “Darling remember the fun time we had, remember you said you don’t care what circumstances have to offer, as far as you have me.” Ah, I’m so desperate.“Calling him all the sweet pet name in the world’s list doesn’t guarantee me earning
LIMITSÂ Â Â CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
*****My heart beats faster and my legs wiggles weakly. The silent treatment is killing me slowly and I find my self saying;“Please Wale, can I at least see you one last time.” I plead, still standing by the door.Yet, he says nothing. I turn and rest my back on the door while I squat down “I’m sorry I didn’t fully trust you. I’m sorry I compared you to the past men in my life, I’m sorry I gave you the impression that I didn’t love you, I’m sorry I doubted your love.” I speak, fighting the tears wrestling to pour “Ever since Ubong left me with Unwana, my daughter, in my womb, Living had been very hard. Some days when the humiliation grew worst, I attempt aborting my child and every time, I failed. If not for my Parent’s undying love, who knows if I would have been alive today.” I converse as tears floods my eyes and my beating heart threatens to stop.“I hated Ubong with my life, then a day came, I gave birth to my Bright star and from the first day I laid eyes on her, I found hope.
LIMITSÂ Â Â EPILOGUE
******UNWANA p. o. vI want to be like my mom when I grow up. Looking at her as we walk out of the airport, holding the hands of her husband, my father and holding me on my shoulder while we enter into the limousine sent from the GREG RESORT to pick us up to our new house in California. She I my role model, she’s strong, focus and has a good eye for men. I like my dad, Mr. Adewale Rotimi Smith far more than uncle Chidi, my mom’s ex. My mother had a sad beginning and now she is laughing at last and has also made me laugh.Now I don’t have to continue at command secondary school anymore, daddy said I will finish my education here. I’ll miss my friends but please, I’ll make new ones.I almost forgot, I’ll soon be a big sister. #smiles#The End
LIMITSÂ Â Â PROLOGUE
******Lagos is one of the busiest cities in Nigeria and trusts me, you don’t want to be in the position I am in, right now. I am on my way to one of my many Jobs in Lekki from Festac Town and right now, I am stuck on traffic. Not the type of traffic you know, I mean, it has been on a stand-still for like an hour now and this is frustrating because I feel like I’m going to get fired the moment I get to my destination.Since now I am practicing 'long suffering' at the back seat of a commercial vehicle beside an obesed, middle-aged woman on my right, squashing me like an house fly —with all her bodyweight— to the window of the bus. Oh shit, my sleeves are literally drenched in her sweat. Can today go any worst? Not to forget the woman sitting behind me, trying to hush her crying baby. This is how I live my life, every single day and right now, I can’t do anything about my present predicament but grumble as I give you a brief intro about me.My name is Eno-Obong Ekanem (Gift of God), fo
LIMITSÂ Â Â CHAPTER ONE
******I arrive at the Adebanjo’s mansion in Lekki ten minutes late cause of the traffic, praying endlessly in my mind not to get fired. There is something about babysitting for rich people, I earn in a day more than I earn in a week in all of my other jobs and that is not something I am ready to give up.I am a babysitter and I’m late. I hurry through the wide, black polished gate, dashing to the front door, frantically knocking on it and mindlessly hurting my knuckles, I continue to knock till I see the head maid opens the door, then I stop. Breathing heavily.“You are late.” She says, confirming the voice in my head that speaks louder than my heart beat.“I know, traffic.” not giving her the chance to scold me, I replied immediately.“Well, you are lucky. Madam is in the garden.” she moved her thumb to the direction behind her head which points to the garden.“Thank you.” I dash to the back of the house, finding Mrs. Adebanjo sitting in the roofed, detached porch-like structure er
LIMITSÂ Â Â CHAPTER TWO
*****I return home very early than usual, a little exhausted and famished and at the same time, too lazy to prepare anything. I take out my android phone, click it on and scroll to check if I missed any calls or text but, to my shock, nothing, not even from him, my boyfriend, Chidi. I sigh and drop the phone angrily on the couch. I met Chidi through my friend/neighbor’s boyfriend. They were kind enough to hook me up with him and since then, we’ve been dating for like a year now.I hear a light knock on my door and I rush to it with high expectations“Oh, it’s you” I sigh disappointed seeing Omoh. Remember that friend/neighbor who in agreement with her boyfriend, hooked me up with Chidi? Yes, this is her. My neighbor who happens to be my only close friend since I moved to this neighborhood.Omoh is a beautiful, tall, fair and slim lady who just finished her national youth service. Her dad is a Naval Officer and most of the Sundays, when she goes to Navy town to greet her parent, she
LIMITSÂ Â Â CHAPTER THREE
******I scan the bar as I walk in, half empty, I observe, and Chidi is yet to be seen. I take out my phone from the silver purse hanging across my shoulder, tapping twice on my phone screen to reveal the time. 11:48 AM, I'm early. Sighting an empty table, I make my way towards it and draw out a chair tugged under it then, make myself comfortable on it.Unconsciously, I repeatedly Tap my fingers on the polished black, wooden surface while pondering if he will show up or not. I open my contact list on my phone, search out his number and just as I am about dialing his number, a gentleman walks up to where I'm seated.“Can I get you anything ma’am?” The waiter in Black polo with the bar's name —Ricardo— inscribed on it, asks politely.I smile briefly at the young man “Em, I’m waiting for someone. Maybe a bottle of water will be fine for now, thanks.”“Ok ma’am” He replies with a warm smile. He leaves, returning shortly with the water.I hate this situation I find myself in right now. Hav
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