Shards in Eternity

The sun was setting gently, painting the sky with a warm palette of colors as Olufèmi, a reserved young man, strolled slowly through the park in front of the supermarket from which he had just emerged. He was tall, handsome, and dressed in a brown sweater, well-fitted jeans, and shoes that perfectly matched his outfit. His hair was neatly coiffed, as if he had just come from the barber's. He had always been shy, preferring the company of his books to that of people. He had more friends on social media than in real life, and when it came to social networks, he simply read posts, occasionally liked them, or observed online conversations, but he had never mustered the courage to initiate a conversation with the people he saw online. He spent most of his time in his room, but on that evening, after finishing some shopping for his mother, something was about to change.As he wandered among the trees, he noticed a beautiful young girl sitting alone on a bench. Her hair shone like gold in th

"Knock knock knock, I'm home !" chirped Olushola into the apartment she'd just entered. She stepped through the large carved oak doors of her family home, a stately manor nestled in the heart of a large estate. Inside, the entrance hall opened onto a grandiose space adorned with gold-veined white marble, reflecting the light from the crystal chandeliers that hung majestically from the vaulted ceiling. Imposing, finely sculpted columns supported the second-floor balcony, adding a touch of grandeur to the whole. Luxurious Persian rugs covered the floor, and on either side, large wooden doors led to the different rooms of the house. Footsteps echoed up the marble staircases, each step adorned with a delicate motif. The banisters were made of finely wrought iron, with floral motifs and elegant scrolls. The subdued light from the chandeliers diffused a warm glow over the first-floor landing. As Olushola walked down a corridor, the soft sound of her footst

A few minutes later, he finished what he had to do, took his leave of his mother and went to his room. He quickly read the messages Shola had left him, then threw himself on his bed to better enjoy the discussion. He took a deep breath before deciding to call her instead of continuing with the messages. "Hello naughty witch, are you asleep yet ?" Shola laughed on the other end of the line in a rather tired voice. "No, I'm not. I'm facing a job that's tiring me out right now. I'm exhausted, but I'm keeping my spirits up for now." "If you need a good coffee, let me know and I'll make you an expresso !" Said Fèmi, clearing his throat. He texted Shola a teacup emoji. "Fèmi, if you ever see me, you'd better run." Both laughed. "You know, Shola, there's a modern art exhibition opening in two days at a gallery in town. I was wondering if you'd like to go together ? I thought it would be a nice opportunity to spend some time together and appreciate art. Es

Shola walked through the mess to join her sister across the room on the balcony. Adoukè was wearing white panties and a slightly transparent purple top. She had tied up her gorgeous hair and put on wireless headphones, sipping a bottle of Coke and contemplating the view of the city.- Shola: So, madam, a little show on the horizon ?- Adoukè: I forgot to subscribe to Canal+ Comédie.- Shola: I can offer you the Evasion+ package as earlier if you like.- Adoukè: Tchrummm ! Where have you been ? And who was that guy who dropped you off ?- Shola: Phew ! Give me a break, detective. Are you investigating me now? Adoukè didn't answer, just watched her sister slowly and steadily from head to toe. Shola was wearing a beautiful tight brown dress. It went very well with her caramel complexion. She had carefully arranged her braids and put in a butterfly-shaped accessory to keep them in that state and at the same time act as an embellishment. She wore her round glasses and held

"Miss, I'm still waiting for the file in my office," announced Shola's superior behind the phone line. He had just hung up. Shola was desperately rummaging through the files that lay on her table, in the drawers and even in the cupboards that were in the office. She was looking for a file she'd given to her boss a few days earlier, but that morning he denied having received it. The world was spinning out of control for her right now, yet she was sure she'd passed it on. It was her word against his, and she shouldn't be imposing on the boss. She just hoped she'd find the file at her office, and wished with all her heart she were wrong in thinking she'd already passed it on to her boss. The phone rang again, it was once more her boss Mr. Lawani. - Hello, did you find me the file ? - No, sir, I'm still looking for it. - Bring me a cappuccino with a little sugar, please. We've got to get ready for the meeting of just now, and time doesn't allow us to look for