Ami's POV"Emergency!" my daughter shouted just seconds after answering John's call. How did I know something was wrong just by looking at her face? She stayed on the line, mostly listening, while John did most of the talking. The only words she managed to say were,"Okay!... Okay!" She kept nodding until the call ended, a minute that felt much longer to me."What did John say?" I asked, still standing close to Omosefe."John said there's an emergency, and both of us need to go to Lagos.""Lagos? What kind of emergency?" I asked immediately."He did not say," she replied, her eyes searching my face for a reaction. She hesitated, sensing my growing discomfort."He already booked flights for us from Benin City. It will not be a long trip," she added, trying to convince me."Omosefe, I cannot go with you," I said, turning away and heading to my bedroom. Lagos, of all places? The name alone popped up in my mind. I had sworn never to step foot there again, it would only dig up the pain I h
Chapter Forty-SevenOmosefe's PovThe shock from my mom’s reaction yesterday still lingers in my heart. I realized that parents are the only people who truly want the best for their children. My mom, whom I had always thought was negative about my relationships with men, surprised me with just one question."Omosefe, do you love John with all your heart?"I nodded at first, but she quickly said, "This is not about nodding. I need you to say it out loud.""Mom, I love him.""Does he have the qualities I have always told you a good man should have?""Yes, he does."She paused, her eyes fixed on me. Everything she said felt like a strict rule I had to follow."If you say you love him, then I wish you happiness in your relationship."It felt like a dream. My eyes widened. Was this really the same woman who always used her words and body language to criticize me? She did not mention the training I said I attended in Lagos or accuse me of lying. She let everything go. I rushed forward and h
Omosefe’s povThe first thing that crossed my mind was, 'What will I tell my mom?' Deep down, I wanted John to be the man of my dreams, and when he knelt before me, I didn't realize I was crying until I felt the tears on my cheeks. The joy of that moment was bigger than my fear of my mom."Yes... yes..." I remember stammering. It was the first time a man had ever kissed me. It felt like a jolt of electricity running through me. I couldn't tell if it was from the excitement of being with John or the fear of going against what my mom had always told me."Keep your virginity. No situation should make you lose it unless you've said, 'I do.'"As the plane began to descend into Benin City airport, my heart started pounding. I was sweating, even though the air inside the plane was cool.How would I tell my mom? Would she ever trust me again? She always seemed to know everything, like she could read my mind. She would accuse me of dating John secretly in the village and hiding it from her. Sh
Omosefe's POV"Mom, I don't know how to say this, but it's a great opportunity for me. I know you want the best for me.""Of course, I do. What's it?" Mom asked, her eyes moving back and forth between my face and the akara frying in hot oil.I hesitated, searching for the right words."What's so hard to say?" she pressed."Mom...""Yes?" Her tone demanded I go on."That construction company accepted me," I said quickly, just as I saw the flicker of excitement in her eyes."That's wonderful!""But... they accepted me for the logistics team, and after passing the interview, they noticed I only have a secondary school certificate."Her face stiffened. "But you passed the test. Isn't that what matters?""Yes, Mom. But because of my qualifications, they said I have to go for training in Lagos first.""Lagos? Why Lagos?""Mom... is something wrong?""Do you really not remember what I went through in Lagos?""Mom, it's just training. Once I pass, my salary will be almost the same as someone
Mr. Osagie's POVIt’s been so long since I last saw Solomon. Why hadn’t he come to visit me again? Even during our annual family meeting a few months ago, I reached out to him, but he still didn’t show up. Oddly, my brothers kept asking about him, the same brothers who once saw him as a parasite. I guess they’ve finally realized my friendship with Solomon is genuine.“Are you drinking your coffee or just afraid to put the cup to your lips?”My wife’s voice startled me, making the cup in my hand tremble.“You didn't even notice when I entered the room. What's on your mind?” she asked, stepping closer and sitting beside me as I sighed.“I was thinking about Solomon. Don’t you think it's strange he hasn’t been here for so long? The last time I called him, he said he wasn’t in Lagos.”She only shrugged, clearly uninterested.“Solomon has always been close to me, and I want him to be part of our celebration in the new house on Banana Island.”“Of all people, it’s Solomon you’re worried abo
Omosefe’s POV“The man gave you extra money. Don’t you know how to count anymore?” Mum said as I placed the twelve thousand naira on the table. We had just stepped into the house, almost two hours earlier than we usually finish our morning sales. The empty bread carton was still on my head, and I expected her to let me explain, but she kept talking.“Are you deaf?” Mum quickly grabbed the money from the table and counted it herself, wanting to be sure she wasn’t mistaken.“This is twelve thousand naira. He only bought goods worth eight thousand. Did you count the money when he gave it to you?”“I counted it,” I replied softly and placed the carton on the floor.“When did you start stealing? This isn’t how I raised you. Take the extra four thousand back to him now.” But I didn’t move.“Am I not talking to someone?” Mum stared at me, waiting for a response. Finally, I spoke.“The man said I should keep the money.”Mum’s eyes widened in shock. She stared at me for a long moment before as