Season 2, Installment 1: Pilot Post

Hey guys. This is the pilot for the very first installment of the second season of Kiss & Tell. The first season was very inconsistent and if I should add much miscalculated. Anyways, I hope you enjoy season two as we explore the relationship stories of Temisanre Williams.
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Martin Luther King Junior said, “Moral principles have lost their distinctiveness. For modern man, absolute right and absolute wrong are a matter of what the majority is doing”

That is the truth. We live in a world were right and wrong is subjective. The motto now is if you cannot beat them, join them... I hope I have not joined them yet...

My name is Temisanre Williams but my friends call me Temisan. I would have gone for just Temi but I actually love to be associated with my tribe. I am itsekiri, from Delta State. I got three siblings; Roli (She is the first child and could be a major pain in the behind; then there is my younger sister Bubemi). I just graduated from the University and I just started my service year. I am supposed to be a born again Christian and trust me... I am not doing well in that department. I am 24 years old and have lived in Lasgidi (Lagos) all my life... I am born, bred and buttered. I stay with my sister Roli and her husband. One more thing, I am officially irrelevant.

What do I mean by that? I am 24... Never had a girlfriend... does not mean I am a virgin though. I want to be popular as I can sing, rap, dance, act... I am that sort of person. The problem is my best friend is a geek, obsessed with making a difference in his world. I don’t get invited to the cool parties and the closest I am to having rich sophisticated is via Facebook and Twitter. It sucks doesn’t it?

Anyways, it is a Friday night and I really want to go out. I want to go and meet people, network and probably have sex with a stranger that I have not met. I need to get loose and do all the wrong things. I have to be popular.

Did I mention to you that I hate my job? OK, I hate my JOB! It is annoying and they pay me 10,000 every month. That was my allowance when I was in school. It sucks to pay hundreds of thousands for your university education and you then end up earning peanuts. It does not make any sense. Well, I guess I do not have a choice.

Back to my job. I work in an advertising agency and trust me they are not close to being a big agency. Their biggest account is Rosebud blackcurrant drink. I had not even heard of Rosebud before I came to the agency. We shall survive.

I cleaned out my desk and headed towards the door. My office was in Yaba and instead of heading home (I stay in Surulere), I take a bike straight to the E-centre. I had to enter Koko Lounge today. A friend of mine said on Facebook that she met Banky W there. My prayer is that I meet some hotshot producer who will sign me after he listens to my demo, which is in my laptop bag by the way.

On getting to Koko Lounge, I advanced to the door, this dude comes over to me, and for a second, I was scared... OK not for a second... I was scared.

“Not today man” He says putting his hands on my chest.

“Sorry?” I had to ask. Was he trying to bounce me?

“Maybe some other time. You can’t enter here today”

“But I have an appointment”

“With?” He asks. He is looking at me through his shades. Why his he wearing shades at night?

“Don Jazzy”

“Right”

He laughs and just moves away to someone else. I cannot believe I was embarrassed on my first visit to the cool spot. It really sucks. I am about to leave when this chic drags me.

“I am so sorry I am late. This is not going to happen again”

I just nod. She faces the bouncer and says, “He calls me Don Jazzy. How you doing Eze?”

They exchange pleasantries and we enter the place together. The smell that greets me as we walk towards an empty table cannot be described.

“Hi. I am Sola. You are?”

“Temisan. Thanks for helping me out there. This is my first time here”

“I totally understand. Just think of a better lie next time because I will not be there to save you. Don Jazzy. Really?”

I laughed. “I did not know what to say”

“Nobody meets Don Jazzy looking like you. (Her phone rings) Excuse me, Hello?”

Sola was a very pretty girl. She had lovely brown eyes and had an amazing figure. The only thing is she rather looked like a tomboy. I never knew a girl could wear jeans and a T-shirt to a club and will not even be stopped by the bouncers. She also had no makeup on and she wore very tiny earrings. She was fine but not my type.

Sola hung up her phone and looked at me. After 5 minutes of staring at me intensely, she burst into laughter.

“I have you all figured out, Temisan”

“You do? I don’t think so”

“Really? OK. I will take your word for it”

“So how did you manage to get me in? Do you come here regularly?” I ask her

“Yea. I guess. I am not into the whole night life but I love to get away sometimes”

“OK. So what do you do?”

“I am a photographer”

“WOW. I hope you make good money”

She just smiled and did not say anything. I told her about myself and we just kept talking into the night. Hallelujah! I guess I just made a new friend. Let us see how this goes...

The new Kiss & Tell blog: Intro to Season 2

The importance of relationships cannot be over emphasized. To say relationships are not important is to say that water is not important or we do not need to breathe to survive. You may say that is a little extreme but really is it?

Writing Bolu and Bola's story was an amazing process for me and trust me, I could do it all again. Currently, i am working on the Kiss & tell book... This will feature Bolu and Bola's story. Right now, I am introducing our new fictional character. His name is Temisanre Williams.

I assure you are going to enjoy Temisan's stories about his relationships. You will learn a few things that he probably will not share with anyone...

Once again, I apologize for suspending Bolu and Bola's story. This is because the book is gonna come out and I don't want you guys to have a reason not to buy the book....

Today is the 5th of February, 2009 and the time is  5.13pm... Welcome to Season 2 of the new Kiss & tell series...

Trotcha!

Kiss and Tell

I am so sorry with the way Kiss and Tell has gone DL.. I had to do it for the cause of my blog but anyways, I want to relaunch the blog so you got any ideas?

New Kiss and Tell

BOLA

It has been a week since Boma has being in the hospital and I have been praying non-stop for her. She is my friend and I miss her. I miss talking to her on the phone. I miss all our sleepovers. I miss doing my assignments with her or going shopping with her or just chilling at my crib with her.
I am in school right now with my folks. The school has sent for them because they want to prepare them for the verdict they want to pass. Honestly, I know I did not cheat and I am expecting God to come through for me. My parents are inside the Dean’s office and they are talking to him. I have no clue what is going in there but it has to be all working out for good for me.

I get a text on my phone. It is from Fola

 

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>NEW TEXT MESSAGE FROM FOLA<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
Hey. We need 2 talk. Can we meet up 2nyt @ CY’s? U kno dis is important

Honestly. I want to talk to him. There is so much I want to ask him. So much that I deserve to know. When was it OK to just decide that you want out; that all the promises that were made are all of a sudden are gone? I really want to know. I reply the text

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>TEXT MESSAGE FROM BOLA TO FOLA<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
No problem. 8pm. U had beta b on tym

I honestly cannot wait to see him. There is so much we need to talk about. I kind of feel nervous already. I mean hanging out with Fola was… I don’t know…

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>NEW TEXT MESSAGE FROM FOLA<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
No wahala. Can’t w8 to see u!

Does he expect me to reply this text? What exactly does he want me to say? Oh me too. I have been waiting for this opportunity for a long time. In his wildest dreams. He had better be on time though. I can’t even shout.

BOLU

I was on the second chapter on Max Lucado’s “He Chose the Nails” when I hear the door open and I knew Bola had returned with our folks. I have been praying since morning that my sister’s name is cleared. The consequences of being in that position is not cool at all.
I run down the stairs and my dad is on the couch and Bola is resting her head on his lap. My mum is already in the kitchen.
“Ekabo sir. How did it go?” I greet my father and I take a seat opposite him.
“We bless God. He showed himself strong” My father said. Bola seats up now and has a grin.
“Lemme guess, you were cleared?” I said
“Duh!” She says. I throw a pillow at her. I am so happy for her. Yesterday, my sister was a nervous wreck. She even came to my room last night because she could not sleep. I am really happy for her.
“So what did they say?” I asked. I mean if they were clearing her, there had to be a reason for clearing her. They could not just clear her out of the blue.
“Well, Dad explained the whole beef between Hauwa and I to the dean”
“It is a lie. Daddy?” I am like SUPER surprised.
“Why are you acting surprised? I can be a spontaneous you know”
We burst into laughter. It was my dad we are talking about here. I am really happy that they were able to prove the similarities in the answers were purely coincidental. I could hear my mum complaining from the kitchen about how we lack food supplies in the house and how we needed to eat. It felt good. I love my family. I just hope that someday, Boma gets to become a FULL member of it.

DIRECT CONVERSATION BETWEEN FOLA AND BOLA

(It is 8:20pm when Bola walks into CY’s. She is wearing a blue t-shirt with a brown waist coat and blue skinny jeans with high heeled shoes. She then scans the area for Fola and she sees him reading a magazine at the end of the room. She goes over there and takes her seat opposite him)
BOLA: Hi
FOLA: (looks up from the magazine and smiles) You look amazing
BOLA: I know. So what is this meeting about?
FOLA: Do you want anything?
BOLA: No thank you
FOLA: I insist.
BOLA: Water
FOLA: Just water? (Bola looks at him and he knows he had crossed the line. He stands up goes and gets the water and gets himself a drink) Here you go
BOLA: (Reaches to get the water) Thank you. OK. Start talking. I don’t have all day. I have to wake up early to give my folks a ride to the airport tomorrow.
FOLA: How are they?
BOLA: They are good
FOLA: Why is Bolu not giving them the ride?
BOLA: How is that your business?
FOLA: Can’t I ask a honest question now?
BOLA: Honestly Fola. I don’t have all day
FOLA: OK. How you been?
BOLA: I have been good… never better.
FOLA: Do you think of me? Because I do think of you. A lot!
BOLA: Fola, don’t even start. Please
FOLA: Are you telling me to ignore the feelings I have for you because I don’t think I can
BOLA: Why are you so twisted and confused? Why do you feel that you can just show up out of nowhere and play with my emotions? What do you take me for? A fool?
FOLA: You are getting it wrong
BOLA: I had better be.
FOLA: I want things to go back to the way they used to be
BOLA: Honestly, I cannot remember how things used to be. I don’t know how I feel about you. A part of me wants to go back but a HUGE part of me wants to move on. And I think I want to go with the latter.
FOLA: I think it’s the other way around. A huge part of you wants to be with me. Follow your heart Bola. Be true to it.
BOLA: I am done thinking with my heart Fola. I use my head now. I was created to think with it. Good day, Fola
(Bola stands up and leaves the building, Fola is still in shock. He still can’t believe what just happened and that it was over. REALLY OVER)

New Kiss & Tell: Fola and Bolu??? Are they connecting???

OK... so we are going back... before the conversation with Hauwa or Boma... we are going back to the to the day where Fola was in Boma's hospital room...

BOLA

Don’t call me desperate but I have been looking at Boma’s room now for a long time. What are they talking about? When did they start talking heart to heart? This is serious oh. Anyways, I know Boma is actually lashing him out, telling him that he is a jerk and that he will forever regret letting me go. I know her. She has my best interest at heart. Forever and ever.
The door opens and I quickly cross my legs and act like I am reading one health magazine like that. Fola walks out and weird enough, he approaches me.
“Can we talk?” he asks
“I think I already tried that, apparently it didn’t work out” I told him
“Why are you making things difficult?” I felt like slapping him. What kind of question was he asking me? Is he high?
“Oh now I am the one who is making things difficult? If you don’t have anything reasonable you might as well go back to your house” I told him. The guy was pissing me off
“You really should hear me out. Let’s talk about this like grown-ups”
I stared at him in disbelief. He actually really wanted to talk. It was absolutely unnecessary; I mean who did he think he was? Did he think he could just stride here in his high horse and demand to want to talk? He must be joking.
“Look Fola. I think you should leave me alone. I honestly don’t feel like holding a conversation with you right now” I told him
He takes a seat beside me “I know how you feel and…”
“You what? You know how I what?” I asked him
“Maybe I didn’t mean that, what I was trying to say was…” I stood up before he could finish saying anything. I think I have had enough.

TELEPHONE CONVERSATION BETWEEN BOLU AND MS. CHIMA

(Bolu’s phone rings and no caller ID shows on the phone)
BOLU: Hello?
MS. CHIMA: Pastor Bolu. The sexiest pastor I know
BOLU: Umm, sorry, please who is this?
MS. CHIMA: Don’t tell me you have forgotten me so soon. It’s me, Ms. Chima.
BOLU: Oh. Good evening ma.
MS. CHIMA: Oh please. You don’t have to greet me like that. You know we connect on a deeper level than that.
BOLU: We do?
MS. CHIMA: Stop the act. I need you here Bolu. Where are you?
BOLU: Ma, you know more I no longer work for you so you can’t call me out of the blue and demand my presence.
MS. CHIMA: Oh yes I can. Bolu, I run things OK. Trust me, I know how to make you or mar you. For goodness sake, I employed you in the first place.
BOLU: I don’t know ma. My girlfriend is sick and she needs me now
MS. CHIMA: I am at home. See you in ten (Click)
At this point, Bolu wishes the ground will open and swallow him. Literally.
 

BOLA

I am in Boma’s room and her parents are here. I love the Akpofure family and I grew up wishing I was a member of the family. It was like they had everything going for them. They loved their daughter on a whole different plane and it was amazing. The bible says though that ‘when I was a child, I thought like a child’, I think now I have put out childish thoughts. People have different ways of expressing love. My parents may have expressed their love differently but it did not change the fact that they loved me, unconditionally.
Love. I have been thinking a whole lot and maybe Fola actually loves me. You can never tell you know. I mean we have memories together. That is what makes this so hard. Inasmuch as I know that he was wrong and I should put him completely away, I still love him. You won’t understand because you may not know how I felt when I was around him. It was like he knew what I was thinking and I knew what he was thinking. It was incredible and the feeling is something I miss. There is no one that gets me like Fola. Bolu and Boma get me but not the way Fola does.
Mrs. Akpofure snaps into my thoughts. “We will be back soon. Do you need us to get you anything?”
“No ma. Thank you” I replied. They take their leave and it’s just me and Boma in the room
“Maybe you should hear him out” Boma said. She wasn’t facing me, she was looking at the television screen. She knew I was thinking of him.
“Serious. You actually think that?” I asked her. I knew what she was going to say. Maybe, I just needed to hear it from someone else’s mouth.
“I know you hate his guts right now but hey, you never know. Just take a chance and hear what he has to say. It won’t hurt you know” she tells me. I look at my friend and smile. She made perfect sense.

BOLU

I walk into The Zone and order a bottle of beer. I needed to get alcohol into my system. I don’t know how it happened but I found myself having sex with Ms. Chima AGAIN. Does she use jazz or something? I really don’t see how I will leave Boma and Bola in the hospital and go and have sex with my ex-boss. Did I feel threatened by what she told me or what? Could she really mess with my future? I mean you can never be too sure.
I am halfway through my second drink when I see Fola walking towards me with his dink in his hand. I am doomed. I think I have officially dragged my name in the mud.
“Wow. Does Bola know you drink now?” he asked as he took a seat beside me. I could not answer him because I honestly did not know what to say. It was almost like he was mocking me.
“It is just funny; I mean you are supposed to be ‘born-again’, right?” I am beginning to feel like he is out to frustrate me.
“You don’t know me Fola so please stop making assumptions and I am not supposed to be born again, I AM born again. There is a difference” I tell him
“OK. Forgive me”
“Why do you hate the Christian faith?” I had to ask him
“I don’t”
“You don’t? I mean explain the dumping my sister when she decides to take her walk with God seriously or the remarks you pass about Christians or the fact that seeing me in a bar drinking is a good story for your blog”
“My blog?”
“I know about your blog. The Ramblings of an Angry Atheist. I follow the blog, so I know” I could tell he was shocked
“How did you know, I am an anonymous blogger?” He said. He was still very shocked that I had it all figured out.
 “Well, Larin Cart gives you away. Your name is Adefolarin Carter so I honestly don’t know how Larin Cart is discreet”
“Honestly, I don’t hate the Christian faith. I just hate to see the way religion messes people up”
“Messes people up. How do you mean?”
“OK. My dad obviously is a politician and during the last campaign, he and my mum went from church to church for prayers and different things. My mum comes around and gives us water to drink from one pastor or oil to rub on our skin from one prophet. She has water she sprinkles in our house from time to time and it makes her look gullible. Like she will believe anything anyone under the guise of a pastor or prophet tells her. This one time she gave a prophet N250, 000.00 for towels for all of us. Its sick and I hate to see people deceived like that. It doesn’t make any sense”
“I get your point but you know it is not a basis to judge every Christian. The fact that most politicians are corrupt does not mean everyone is or the fact that there are ‘prophets’ who deceive people in the name of being messengers from God or the fact that I am drinking in a bar doesn’t mean that anyone who is a Christian is faking it. That is what even distinguishes the Christian faith from all forms of religion. It is not based on works or some bunch of rules but how you live your life”
“Really?”
“Yes”
“So what happens to the ten commandments and all the bunch of rules in the Bible and please don’t give me the Old Testament-New Testaments thing; there are still a bunch of rules you can find in the New Testaments like the one about not being unequally yoked with unbelievers”
“Well those are not rules. They are just laws of life. We serve a Holy God and the best we can do is be holy as He is. He sends His son to die on the cross for our sins, I mean that is a proof of his unconditional love for us. The best we can do is live our lives to the glory of His name”
“Really”
“Yeah!”
Fola gulps his drink down and out his glass on the table. He is silent for a while and I am wondering what is going on in his mind. He looks at me and I almost feel like I have reached him.
“I think that is all crap” he told me
“Why?” I ask.
“It sounds like crap. Listen to yourself speak. What makes you think your God is holy? What about the gods of other religions? All of y’all are basically confused. You know that right?”
“I don’t. I am not confused. I have an experience with him. I have seen Him do things in my life so I know that He is real.”
“So why you here in a bar consuming alcohol?” he asked me
“I guess I am an ungrateful unrepentant guy who is trying to find out where it all went wrong”
“Good luck with that OK? I gotta go now”
“Take care and nice talking to you”
“You too”

IM Converstaion btw Fola Carter to Hauwa

Fola Carter is fola.carter
Hauwa is 2hot2handle

fola.carter: What happened btw u and Bola @ d dean's office
2hot2handle: gud mornin 2 u 2...wat did she tell u?
fola.carter: she is not speaking to me...she spoke to boma tho
2hot2handle: nd wat did  that one say?
fola.carter: are u fighting with her 2?
2hot2handle: u don't wanna know
fola.carter: anyways, she says you and her had a face off at the dean's office
BUZZ!!!!
BUZZ!!!!
2hot2handle: well I tried to talk to her but she had to be a bitch about the whole thing
fola.carter: u don't say that about people.
2hot2handle: honestly, please... what is she being so self righteous about?? Not like we were going out? It was just sex
fola.carter: whateve... I am not interested anymore
2hothandle: you're joking right?
fola.carter: I am not. I am still in love with Bola
2hot2handle: Please...you don't love her...ur just missing the hype of dating a popluar abuja girl
fola.carter: whatever...bye
2hot2handle: u can wave it off...you know u want me...anyways...ltr... xoxo

Fola emails this conversation to Boma... he then calls her up

TELEPHONE CONVERSATION BETWEEN  BOMA AND FOLA

(Boma is trying to get some sleep in her hospital ward. Bolu and Bola just stepped out..so did her folks. Her phone rings and she sees Fola's caller ID)

BOMA: (Sounding tired) Wassup?
FOLA: How you doing? You sound tired?
BOMA: I am and this hospital bed is killing me
FOLA: Sorry. I tried to talk to Hauwa
BOMA: You did. Did you call her?
FOLA: No. We chatted.
BOMA: Why don't you learn? How do you expect her to take what you said seriously... You IMed her for God's sake... You want to call it quits with someone, to do it face to face or you call the person... Anyways, you broke up with Bola via SMS so I am not surprised
FOLA: That's not fair. If I had gone to her house... we might have had sex
BOMA: Are you saying you can't control your....your self?? Fola...live up to your name and don't be a wimp. So what did she say?
FOLA: She said I was gonna come back to her
BOMA: Now you will hang up now and call her and end it for real... since you are scared of going to her house? Do you hear me?
FOLA: OK. What of Bola?
BOMA: Leave her to me. She is my best friend. I will get her to listen to what you have to say... but I am not guaranteeing anything oh!! She may still love you but she is opinionated and strong willed
FOLA: OK... I emailed you the conversation I had with Hauwa...
BOMA: Why did you do that?
FOLA: I don't know. I guess...
BOMA: (Laughs) Do what you have to do Fola... I will check it out when I leave the hospital
FOLA: OMG! I am sorry. I forgot you were still admitted
BOMA: It's allowed... Take care sha
FOLA: You too... thank you so much Boma. I really appreciate it
BOMA: Yea whatever bye (smiles)
FOLA: Bye (Click)

New Kiss & Tell: Does Fola Carter wanna hook up again?????

Hey y'all... I got a new update for y'all... Check it out!!! And if you have not read the new YADA, check it out here 

BOLA

I am so scared. Not for expulsion but for Boma’s life. Do you know that over 70,000 people die of pneumonia yearly? Scary right? This is my best friend we are talking about here. So much we could talk about. I am so worried.

I called my dad and I was crying. I told him EVERYTHING. From Fola’s breaking up with me to the exam malpractice thing to Boma’s illness. My dad is amazing honestly. He listened and he did not get super religious with me. It was like he actually understood all that I was saying and when I told him about Boma’s illness he was actually worried. The only thing was that I mistakenly added that Boma and Bolu were a couple. Even after that he didn’t react like he was angry at all. He just gave me a scripture to meditate on.

Philippians 4:6-7 Be careful for nothing; but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God. And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus. (KJV)

What an amazing scripture. After I had told him everything, he just said “Baby girl. I need you to listen to me. Don’t worry about it. Let God know how you feel and let Him take away the burden. Talk to him about it OK?”

So here I am now, Lord you see me. Come and help me because I cant deal with all of these. It’s just too much. Help me Lord. Deal with my relationship issues, deal with the school issue and please Lord, heal Boma. That out of the three is the most important.

I don’t feel different. Maybe after I study scripture it will all fall into place. Maybe I will have the peace that passeth all understanding, the peace that…

Am I dreaming or is Fola actually calling me?

TELEPHONE CONVERSATION BETWEEN BOLA AND FOLA

BOLA: (climbs her bed) Hello?
FOLA: Hi Bola
BOLA: Sorry who’s this?
FOLA: Have you deleted my number already?
BOLA: Fola is that you?
FOLA: Yeah
BOLA: Hi
FOLA: How you been?
BOLA: I have been OK. Your girlfriend and I are in trouble with school
FOLA: She is not my girlfriend, you know that.
BOLA: I honestly don’t. Wonder what you saw in her. Oh yeah, you saw her…
FOLA: Get a grip, please. I am trying to make this work
BOLA: I am sorry but don’t you think is too late for that now. You played me for a fool and you used my Christianity as a basis for a break up. How twisted could you get?
FOLA: I guess calling you was a big mistake
BOLA: Yeah. It was.
FOLA: I don’t need this
BOLA: You took the words out of my mouth
FOLA: Bye
BOLA: Whatever (Click)

BOLU

My sister makes me laugh. She storms into my room and she is like “I cannot believe he had the guts”. I am like “who?” and she is like “Fola”. I am wondering because I know they haven’t spoken since their break up, so I am like “what did he want?” And she is like “I don’t know but I told him off”. I can imagine what exactly she must have done so I am like “why didn’t you just hear him out” and she is like “who’s side are you on anyway?” I hate when she tries to turn the table around. After lamenting, she walked out mumbling something to herself. I don’t even have time for her now considering the fact that she told our father about Boma and me but at least he is not angry with me.

I have been thinking a lot about Boma and so much has been going through my mind. The guilt tearing inside me is so… I can’t even explain it. I wish I could go back in time, you know correct all my past mistakes. I have prayed about the whole thing and I have asked God for forgiveness but I feel him telling me to come clean to Boma and honestly I don’t know what to do. Would have loved to talk to my sister about it but she is currently has not gotten over her own relationship so I really don’t know what she will tell me. I can’t even trust her judgment now.

I don’t know what God is trying to do in my life and all but I want him to be fast with what he wants to do. The bible verses in my devotional today all talked about guilt. Scary hun? The first one was Hebrews 10:22-23, and it was basically talking about how we should come as we are in faith and God will cleanse us of all our guilt. The second verse was 1st John 3:20 and it says that when we feel guilty, we should talk to God because he is greater than our feelings and guess the last scripture… James 5:16a which tells me to confess my sins to my fellow Christian ‘brother’.

That’s easy to say but I have not found any one of them who will understand. I guess the confession session will have to wait.

BOLA

It’s been two days since the Boma incident. Since then, things have been SUPER weird. Different people come up to me asking the state of her health. Its beginning to get old, I mean if you want to see her just go to the hospital and see her. Some chics in my class told me a thousand things to tell her and in my mind, I am like do y’all care? It’s crazy honestly. The mere fact I see Boma everyday doesn’t make me the official NIU representative to her. Boma’s folks are around and it feels so good to see them again. Her mum looked younger than the last time I saw her. They love Boma so much and they have been in the hospital since they arrived. Boma is actually excited to have them around for they are super close.

Dele also came to the hospital but the major reason was because of UB. I knew it already, I mean it is Dele, he is my cousin and my MD and I know him more than he knows himself. He came around and was like “we need to damage control because of my school drama and Boma’s illness”. I told him there was no need for damage control. First, I am not telling my personal business to the media. It was fun at first but now it just gets old. Different people; journalist, writers, bloggers, people who have never met you before write silly things about me. Talking as if they know me, please. This particular blogger who is also a writer wrote an article on his blog about Boma and I and it was just irritating. He called us names and from the tone of the article, you would think maybe I had met him before. Right now, I am tired of the publicity and I told him to figure a way out.

Dele left, a little bit disappointed but I am honestly not worried. It is my life and it basically affects me alone not anybody else so I guess they should just leave me in peace.
OMG! What in God’s name is Fola doing here or is today meant to be a bad day? I need an answer Lord.

BOLU

I was on my way to Boma’s room when Bola stops me in my track. She looked like she’d been hit by a boss. She was angry and I did not know what was pissing her off. I guess, I am about to find out.
“Kini?” I asked her
“It is Fola again” she looked like a scare nervous teenager on one of them chick flicks. I couldn’t help but giggle.
“It’s not funny”
“Sorry. OK. What about Fola?” I asked her
“He is in Boma’s room” she told me. Did she just say what I think she just said
“Really? Why?” I asked her, I mean I need to know what he is doing in there
“They are friends. I am so angry. He knew I was gonna be here so he chose this time to come see her so he could run into me”
It seemed like my sister was trying so hard to convince herself that she was over Fola but the signs are to evident, she is still head over heels for him
“Don’t flatter yourself, I am going to Boma’s room”
I knocked on the already open door to Boma’s room before I entered. Boma was ina white gown and she was sitting upright drinking her Ribena. Fola was sitting on the chair beside her.
“Hey you!” I go over and give her a kiss on the cheek. “How are you doing today?”
“I am OK. I guess.” Boma said, talking through the straw
“Hi Bolu” Fola greeted me. I was gonna greet him anyways.
“Hey. What’s good?” I extend my hand and give him a handshake. I needed him to know I was taking sides on the whole break up thing.
“Boma, where are your folks?” I asked her.
“They went to go change. They will be back shortly. Sit down and gist with Fola and I. he brought me a get well soon gift. I wont open it now though. Thanks again Fola”
“No problem. It’s the least I can do” Fola said. I grab a seat and put it beside him.
“I still think you should go and fix your relationship with Bola though. I mean Fola, what you did is unforgiveable” Boma added
“It is?” I don’t know how that came out from my mouth and honestly, it wasn’t supposed to. Boma looked at me like I had broken some code or something. He cheated on Bola and had sex with her friend. Was actually unforgiveable? Can you judge a guy based on one mistake he makes?
“I don’t know, Boma. I don’t even know what I want yet. I am just confused” Fola tells her

Boma signals for me to leave the room. I am confused now. One minute, you want us to have a conversation together and the next minute… I am out. It’s not fair. I actually want to hear what Fola has to say. Maybe he is not that bad after all. Maybe, he actually feels the same way I feel. Maybe all that happened was not meant to happen. Maybe, just maybe.

I walk out of Boma’s room still thinking when Bola comes up to me and is asking me for the details of what happened inside.
“They are having a private discussion” I tell her and go and get myself a drink.
Bola  just keeps standing there in shock.