LOGINAhana has everything. A fine boyfriend, a good job,a helpful community and a normal work environment. But Aput her boyfriend, wants to relocate and Ahana even if she's not keen on it will have to take a stance soon because she neither has time nor is a conventional head turner Ahana, wanting to take no chance, sits for a scholarship exam and aces it. She will be relocating too. She will be with her boyfriend, have a good education and will have everything in control. Or so she thought. The new country isn't giving soft landing even while she thought she had all grounds covered and she's thrown into survival mode. Then she meets Chris, a father and her boss who will do anything to protect his daughter. They tolerate each other and finally let their guards down but Chris has a secret that will reopen old wounds. Now Ahana will have to choose to run back to familiar grounds even if it's painful or take a terrifying step and choose something new, something real and might even last.
View MoreChrisSeeing her again takes my breath away and I can’t help the broad smile that forms on my face.“Never mind. There she is,” I say to the receptionist, whose eyes have widened with surprise upon seeing whom I am there for.Without waiting for any further prompt, I start to walk in her direction, nervous and excited at the same time. Even with a strange blunt bob hairstyle, she is more beautiful than I remember, and I can only hope she will not reciprocate the awful way I treated her the last time we saw. But then her lips part in a smile in response to mine, and my heart soars in recognition of the one it most desires.“What are you doing here?” she asks, light brown eyes twinkling with unrestrained delight.“Paris forgot to save your number,” I answer. “And it wasn't until I was on the plane here that I realised I could have asked Camila or Tayo for it.” I hand her the flowers. “These are for you.”She accepts them with a smile that goes from ear to ear. “Wow! I’m speechless. I do
AhanaI hiss as I read the offer letter from VBC International Bank, offended that, after what I thought was a great interview, they have made me an offer for a Banking Officer position, the very same one I have been stuck on at AFIT for way too long. Their reason being that their salary band is way higher than AFIT’s, and my current salary places meets Assistant Banking Officer level in their bank. So, to them, they have actually made me a better offer. I am incensed that my current poor remuneration has been used as their benchmark, and not my pending Master’s degree, or even all my years of experience. Hissing again, I rip the letter to pieces and trash it. This is just one down. Hopefully, my other applications will be more successful.Not necessarily hungry but needing to get away for some air, I head to the company canteen downstairs. Walking in, I am tempted to immediately retreat when I see my dear frenemies on a table, as usual huddled over a phone and talking rapidly. In the
Chris I receive the signed release and transfer of custody forms from Tonia after paying her the first part of the agreed amount. For the public statement, she gets her friend, Morayo, a very popular London socialite and one of my most persistent assailants, to do it for her, refuting any rumours about my kidnapping our daughter and confirming that I have the legal right to her custody. The post gets plenty of mileage, and I am assured I will not have any trouble from Tonia’s clan going forward.I am arranging to make the balance payment to her when my doorbell rings that Monday afternoon. Muna is at day care, and I am using the opportunity to close things out with Tonia once and for all. “I came to check on the latest celebrity,” Paris hoots, as she walks in. “Did that woman have to put up your picture on her page? I don't think there’s a human being in this town that hasn't either seen or heard of the blasted post. I hear she even put it up on Twitter and Snapchat.”“Yeah, that was
AhanaLeft with no choice, I resume at the bank in the second week of July. On my first day back, I have to smile through all the questions, well-meaning and otherwise, not to mention the subliminal taunting, about my premature return.“ What happened? Where you deported?” Amanda takes delight in asking, when she sees me at my desk, ironically the same one I vacated.“Or you have no money anymore ?” Priscilla cackles, her eyes dancing with glee over what she has perceived to be a downturn in my good fortune.“I thought you said you were staying back with Aput,” is Ama’s comment, looking the most concerned of the three.And I give them the same answers I have given everyone. “No, I didn't run out of money.” “No, I didn't drop out. I was on a scholarship, remember?” “I finished my exams and decided to write my dissertation at home.” “I didn't do too well with the cold weather.” “Aput and I broke up.”The last confirmation is received with even more derision.“So, you came back with not






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