Sweat trickled down Philip's face but the attendant nurse quickly dabbed at it with a sterile cotton swab. His eyes lit up in appreciation but he quickly turned to the patient on the operating bed. He was with a team of neurosurgeons in the theatre where they had been for the previous five hours, battling to save the life of a man who had been involved in an accident. His helicopter had crashed immediately after take off and though he had miraculously escaped death, he was in a very bad shape. He had been rushed into the emergency section of the hospital in the early hours of the morning and the senior surgeons had risen to the challenge. Philip had been surprised when he saw his name on the schedule but the Chief Medical Director had quipped that having understudied their best hands for over six months, Philip was over qualified to be part of the team.The operation had been long and hard and Philip, knowing
Philip rounded off his evening surgery and prepared to head home. He was quite happy as it had been a fulfilling day for him. He had succeeded in posting all his letters to Ame; he had even paid for it to be delivered by the Courier Express, so he was assured that this time, his letters would get to her and quickly too. He smiled proudly to himself at the great achievement, and even nodded heartily at one of the janitors who was hustling away, probably to meet up with an appointment.He had painstakingly taken his time to explain all that had happened to him, right from when he had left his beloved Ame, till when he had landed in Australia. Then, he had apologized for all the pains he must undoubtedly have caused her to pass through. He had ended his letter by expressing his unchanging love for his Ame, whom he claimed to 'always love'. He had also written his office and apartment phone numbers as a post script for her so that she could get in touch with him as soon as she received his
"Congratulations, Mrs. Alatise, you are three weeks pregnant!" The doctor beamed as she announced happily to Ego.Ego laughed in response. She looked up as she raised her arms up in praise to God. "Ah, thank You, God!" She looked at the doctor. "Thanks, doctor."The doctor nodded as she scribbled something into Ego's file which was before her. She then looked at Ego, where she sat opposite her and handed her a sealed envelope. "You have to register for the antenatal classes now, my dear.""Okay, doctor. When do the classes start?" Ego asked anxiously."We have the classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays at 10 a.m." the doctor said, as she smiled again."Thank you, doctor," Ego whispered as she returned the doctor's smile."That will be all for now," the doctor nodded her head and Ego rose up from the chair. "Congratulations once again, Mrs. Alatise."Ego could only smile at the doctor as she walked out of the room, giving room to the next patient on the doctor's appointment list. She couldn'
"Ibadan sucks, man! Why did your old man ever go and tuck you in such an obsolete place, eh?" Dare complained bitterly to Dapo. They were at their usual joint somewhere on the mainland, far from the prying eyes of nosy reporters but Dapo had announced as soon as they got together that he could not stay for long that night. Dare could not understand why a fully grown man like Dapo would still choose to dance to every tune played by his overbearing father.That was the problem with all these over indulged children of the super rich; they were too protected, like crabs full of shells, having lived a sheltered life right from their inception. These ones never knew what it meant to be poor, and had probably never gone without food for a day. Most of them could never stand on their own without being propped up by their ever dotting parents, who would stop at nothing to give their over pampered children whatever they whined for; always giving them soft landings, cleaning up their mess for the
Dapo stole quietly into his wife's room. He didn't expect her to still be awake by the time he got back home because he had stayed longer than he expected at the joint. And his sudden unexplainable and overwhelming fear for Yemisola's safety had made him insist on the hired cab dropping her off at her place first before bringing him to his father-in-law's place, where he and his wife had been staying since they got to Lagos. His parents had come for a brief visit with his wife earlier on in the day, when he had been on an errand for his wife's father. His mother had called him earlier to tell him of the visit but he had told her that they should not wait for his arrival as he had a long errand to run.He saw, as she lay sprawled on the large bed; the bed which she had denied him of gracing ever since they came to her father's place, that she looked like a big balloon nestling on a bed of feathers. Despite her bloated condition, she was still a lovely sight to be
Ame sat tiredly on the closed toilet seat in the bathroom. She closed her eyes in pain. Dapo had sounded so honest, so convincing that she had almost believed him, but the faint whiff of a woman's perfume had convinced her that Dapo's leopard could never be expected to change its spots. She had initially thought that Dapo was truly interested in her as a person but as their marriage had progressed, she had come to realize that he had only married her for his own selfish reasons, which she was yet to discover.She knew that it was out of a guilty conscience that her husband had sought out a truce with her as she had categorically made it plain to him while they were still in their home in Ibadan, that he had her permission to seek his sexual pleasures outside the confines of their marriage since she was not ready to grace his bed either then, or in the not-too-distant future and he had fully accepted it, at least judging from his unaccounted-for absences. But she
Amira walked smartly to her boss' penthouse office and knocked softly on its sturdy mahogany door. She entered as her boss' authoritative voice commanded her inside. Osaro, dressed in a simple native attire which fitted him perfectly well, sat at his huge desk, a stack of papers before him on the desk. He held his large mobile phone, which was popularly nicknamed 'knot-nine-not', in one of his hands while the other hand held his gold-plated fountain pen. His older 'son', Segun, hovered not too far from him, leafing through some documents in a nearby cabinet. Her boss appeared to be in the middle of a conversation with someone on the phone. He didn't look too pleased. The atmosphere looked tense so Amira treaded carefully.Osaro looked her way and a small smile lightened up his face. He was never one to transfer aggression, especially to his subordinates. He turned fully to Amira as he covered the mouthpiece of his handset."Yes, Amira?" Osar
"Welcome, my king!" Yemisola's sweet, sing-song voice rang out from the kitchen. Dapo smiled endearingly as he strolled towards the kitchen. Yemisola; this sweet, unassuming woman made his world complete. Though they had carried on their affair surreptitiously, Dapo was beginning to get bolder, especially where his relationship with Yemisola was concerned. He had moved her out from her apartment and relocated her to his love nest, and he had had his lawyer change the papers from his name to hers, transferring the ownership of the house to her as a proof of his serious commitment to her this time around so that her mind would truly be at rest where his relationship with her was concerned.He had been ecstatic when Yemisola announced to him that she was carrying his baby. She had told him when he came back from his England visit with his wife and new daughter. Their lovemaking that night had been passionately emotional as Yemisola had confessed that she had always