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?????

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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.

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Kiss and Tell: New Update on Bolu and Bola

OK... It has been a week since the Bola-Fola break up and the twins are trying to get their lives back to normal. They resume for their final year only to find out that Bola has been accused of exam malpractice...

Enjoy!!!

BOLA

This has got to be joke. Me? Exam malpractice? I don’t ask anyone anything in the examination hall. This has got to be a BIG mistake. You can imagine the horror on my face when the gateman gave me the letter when I got home. Bolu thinks I should go there and just see what they have to say so here I am sitting at the Dean’s office waiting to be summoned by whoever is gonna summon me.


I don’t even know what my dad will say when he finds out that I have been charged for exam malpractice. He will freak out! Big time! Well I guess it will be my little secret until it blows away.


I pull out my iPhone and start to listen to Washington Projects’ Commanders of the Resistance album. I put the volume in a way that I can still here external noise. Diamonds is playing when Hauwa walks in. She looks like she is in shock when she sees me and honestly I am in shock. After the whole thing with Fola, we have not said anything to ourselves.


“Hi Bola” she says. She is still standing


Does she really expect me to reply her? Really? Girl, I thought you knew me better than this. I am bumping my head to the music.


“Is this seat taken?” she asks me


OMG! Is this her idea of small talk? I mean you sleep with my boyfriend and come and play Ms. Nice Slut. The last time I checked I was the victim.


“Look Bola, I know you know already and trust me, we didn’t mean to hurt you. It just happened…”


I pull out my earphones from my ears. “Umm in case you didn’t notice, I am not talking to you so please save your talk for someone who as time to listen OK?” I said, putting my earphones back where they were before I was rudely interrupted.


She takes her seat (she should have continued to stand now) and pulls out a magazine. Who brings magazines to the Dean’s office? I can’t believe I was ever friend with this girl. Her IQ is like -5. Anyways, I cannot let her phase me right now. I have worse things to deal with. I am on the verge of expulsion and Hauwa and her slut issues are the least of my worries.


After 10 minutes, the dean secretary says ‘you can go in now’. As I gather my things to enter the main office, I see Hauwa going there also and I am thinking, ‘what in God’s name is going on?’ I enter and I see the panel; the Dean, Mr. Ayoola the SOC328 lecturer and Dr Garba, another lecturer in our department.


“So the famous designer can’t pass an examination” it was Mr. Ayoola. He always picks on me and I am not surprised that he picks this occasion to pick on me again.


“So do both of you know why you are here?” the Dean asks


The first thing that crosses my mind is if the whole thing with Fola got to school and the management pulled this trick to get us to talk together or to make up.


“No, we don’t” it was Hauwa who responded


“Look at this” the Dean motions for us to come closer and I see my SOC328 examination script. Beside it is Hauwa’s script, and then reality sets in. they have got to be kidding me. There is no way I would have copied Hauwa or vice versa. The thing is how do I prove this when our answer to no 5 is identical. How could it happen? This was impossible.


“Why did you cheat when you know the rules and regulations?” Dr Garba asked me


“Sir, I did not cheat” I said


“Are both of you not friends?” the Dean asks


I look at Hauwa and she is looking at me


“No, we are not” we say it at the same time.


“Sir, they are lying. These two are friends” Mr. Ayoola told the Dean. I felt like slapping his face


“I want the both of you to say the truth. Are you friends” The Dean asks us again


“No sir. We are not” I said, looking him in the face. Bolu always says it’s not respectful to look your elders in the eye. Please.


“If you are not friends, how come you both have the same answers?” Dr Garba asks


“Sir…” Hauwa is cut short by the Dean


“It is bad enough you’re summoned here for examination malpractice but denying the obvious is totally unacceptable. Your lecturer knows the two of you well, considering the fact that at the beginning of the course; the two of you sat down together a couple of times. We really don’t want to hear whatever you have to say. To think we actually planned on having mercy on the both of you considering the fact that you both are in your final year. Thanks for coming and we will inform you of the verdict”


The next thing I knew I was out of his office. Hauwa came out, looked at me, hissed and walked away. How did I get to this point? This is bad. Really bad. Can you imagine? Even if Hauwa was still my friend, I will never copy her work, I mean everyone knows intelligence is far from her but she stole my boyfriend from under my nose so maybe she is not that dumb after all.


I walk to my car and as I enter, I murmur a prayer to God ‘God, I need help. Vindicate me, please. You know I did not cheat, help me please, this is my final year. Thank you. Amen’. With that said, I turn on the ignition and drive off. Somehow, I know it will all work itself out.

CONVERSATION BETWEEN BOLU, BOLA AND BOMA

(Bola walks in through the door to the house and meets Bolu and Boma in the sitting room, watching a movie on DVD)


BOLA: Hola! (They turn to face her)


BOLU & BOMA: Hey you!


BOLU: How did it go?


BOMA: Who did you ‘copy’?


BOLA: Hauwa (she takes a seat opposite them)


BOMA: Hauwa? Really?


BOLA: Yes oh. Apparently our No 5 was the same.


BOLU &BOMA: Wow


BOLU: So did you explain to them that it was just a big mistake and that you will never cheat in an examination?


BOLA: Did not get a chance for that


BOMA: Why?


BOLA: The first question they asked was if we were friends.


BOMA: OMG! What did you say?


BOLA: What did you think I said?


BOLU: That you were friends?


BOLA & BOMA: Excuse you?


BOLU: What did I say?


BOMA: Hauwa is the enemy


BOLU: Since when?


BOLA: Since she slept with my boyfriend when we were still in a relationship


BOLU: First, he is no more your boyfriend. Second, you need to get over it.


BOLA: Easy for you to say.


BOLU: What happened to forgiveness and compassion?


BOLA: I have forgiven her but it doesn’t make what she did OK. Please


BOMA: So what did Hauwa say when she was in the room


BOLA: That we were not friends


BOMA: She has got some nerve


BOLU: OK? So it’s ok for you not to consider her a friend but when she does the same she is wrong? I really don’t get you guys.


BOMA: (coughs) You are not supposed to understand. (Coughs again) She is supposed to be seeking forgiveness. (She coughs again)


BOLU: Are you OK? (Boma keeps coughing and she coughs out blood)


BOLA: OMG! BOMA!!!


BOMA: Call my doctor (She hands her phone to Bolu, who quickly calls the doctor. Boma is still coughing when Bolu and Bola take her to the hospital)

 BOLU

I have never been so scared in my life. It’s funny how most times we think we know someone and the next thing they give us the shocker of our lives. I mean, Bola and Boma go way back and I have known her for a while. I just don’t know how we never knew she had sickle cell anemia. She seemed fine, so full of life. This is Boma we are talking about here. To make matters worse, in the middle of one of her crisis, she is diagnosed with pneumonia. Perfect. Just perfect.


I walk down the hospital hall back to where Bola was sitting. Shock was written over my sister’s face. I took a seat beside her.


“The doctor said he has called her parents. They are taking the next available flight to Nigeria” I told her


“OK” my sister starts to cry. I can tell she is scared. I am too.


“Don’t worry. She is going to be fine” I assured her


“How didn’t she tell us? Why did she hide it all this years? Why?”


I don’t know. I should be the one asking and Bola should be the one defending her friend. The thing is I am clueless. Maybe she was scared. Maybe she did not want us to pity her. God help her.


Boma’s doctor, Dr Suleiman, walks towards us


“You can go and see her. She is stable now”


We get up and walk slowly down the hallway into Boma’s room.


“Hey guys” Boma said as she smiled weakly at us. Her voice was so faint; she must have coughed her voice out.


“Hey you. How you doing now?” Bola said as she took a seat beside Boma. I sat on the bed, holding her hands.


“I am better. I am used to this ‘crisis’ as they call it. It’s ok. I am going to be back in full form very soon.


“Baby, this is different. You have pneumonia now” I said. I really don’t know why I had to say that.


“Really guys. You need to chill OK? I am going to be fine. I need you guys to be strong for me. This is one of the few reasons why I don’t tell anyone this. Everybody tends to make a big fuss about it” she said


“We’re sorry” Bola and I said together. Boma smiled and we had to also. She looks beautiful when she smiles.


“Wait till my mum gets here. You will feel I have been diagnosed with lung cancer” Boma said


“It’s what parents do” I told her


“You got that right. Thanks guys for your help and all. I really appreciate it. I just need time alone now. Go home. Do the things you need to do alright? I will be fine” she said


“Boma we have to…” Bola was cut short


“I insist. Please guys” She said. Bola made eye contact with me, signaling for us to take our cue. She gives her a hug and she walks out of the room. I can tell my sister was going out to cry. As for me, I tell her goodbye and plant a kiss on her forehead.


That was my first official kiss with Boma

Kiss and Tell Updated

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BOLU

OMG! I cannot believe I had sex. I made a covenant with God. Damn! And I had it with my BOSS!!! What have I done? Ouch! My head hurts and it’s like I am going to throw up. I put on my phone.

 

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>NEW TEXT MESSAGE FROM BOMA<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
Hey boo! I am sorry for putting pressure on u. I promise 2 b more understanding. Call me. xoxo.

Boma! It's her fault I am here. What am I gonna do?
Please, do not tell me not to put the blame on her. Don’t tell me that it was my choice to go to the club or that I should have had the will power to say no. I have done nothing but compromise for Boma since we started dating. I always bent the rules for her so no one should tell me anything. And now she sends me a text that she is sorry. Sorry about what? The deed has been done for heaven’s sake. There is nothing I can do now. All I can do is just hope that… I don’t even know what to hope for.
I can’t believe I hate Boma’s gut now. I mean I love her and no doubt the sex was good. Really good. I actually enjoyed it but I was supposed to share this with her within the confines of marriage. Now… I don’t even know.
I am on my way home now and I am so sure that she would have called Bola. I am surprised Bola has not called me yet, trying to get all sisterly. Thankfully it’s a start. She is not worrying stupidly.
All I want to do now is just go home and sleep. I want to sleep and forget this whole incident. Thank God IT is almost over, I resume final year in a matter of weeks.

BOLA

Boma is a wreck. I can see it and she has been gulping down my water. “I get really thirsty when I am nervous” she says. Well that is classic Boma for you though. I scratch my hair and I take my seat in the couch on the sitting room. I know I should be worrying and fretting over Bolu but I just can’t. Maybe because a part of me knows Bolu is fine. He always knows how to take care of himself.
I still cannot believe Fola and Hauwa. It had to be her. He couldn’t choose anyone else. He had to pick her. Of all the numerous whores in Abuja it had to be her. Anyways, I hear her father is an aristo so I don’t blame her. Like father, like daughter.
Please don’t even judge me. Don’t give me the talk of how I committed my life to Christ and I am supposed to forgive and move on. Please. You have no idea how I feel right now. I feel like a fool. He cheated on me with someone I considered my friend. How long have they been sleeping together? Have they been doing it before I started dating him? Do they laugh at me after having hot steamy.... you know the rest Oh! I don’t even want to think about it.
“I am going to Hauwa’s house?” I said, getting up from the couch.
“Enh?” Boma said, turning around immediately as she heard it
“You heard me? I am going to her house to give her a piece of mind?” I said, reaching for my cell phone and putting it in my pocket.
“You will do no such thing. Are you high?” Boma said, she was standing directly in front of me. I guess I have given her something else to worry about apart from Bolu
“Why? Why should I not tell her how bad she has hurt me? She was my friend, Boma!” I said
“Friends come and go, Bola so sit down and let’s wait for your brother!” Boma said and I don’t know how I found myself on the couch again. Boma had a point

BOLU

As I approach the gate to my house, all I feel is fear. I really don’t know what is waiting for me in there. Bola may start shouting and making a big deal out of nothing. I am 100% sure Boma must have called her and yada yada yada. Well, I guess it’s something I have to deal with. I did not even tell Ms. Chima I was leaving. Ouch! My head still hurts really badly.
I open the gate and I see our gateman looking at me. He is mumbling words that I don’t even think I want to hear. I approach the door and I figure it’s open because, I always leave it open for Bola anytime she pulls an all-nighter. I just figure she will do the same. I open the door and before I can say Jack Robinson, Boma runs up to me and hugs me really really really tight.
“OMG! I am so glad you are OK. I am so sorry about last night and I promise you it will never happen again” She said. She is still hugging me.
What does she except me to say? I am confused. She led me down this path and I don’t even know what to say. Is he alright. Boma pulls away and is talking.
“I know you hate my guts right now and I promise, as from today, no more clubs. We will do anything you want to do. I put my needs before yours. I will put yours first. I promise. It won’t happen. So so so sorry. Do you forgive me? Do you forgive me?” she is looking into my eyes.
I look at her and I see the girl I fell in love with her. How could I have hurt her? Yes she messed up but look, she is still amazing as ever. I have no justification for what I did. I don’t deserve her.
“I forgive you” I said and she hugged me. Bola is smiling as she approaches us but soon her smile turns into a look of concern
“Bolu, were you drunk?” she asked

DIRECT CONVERSATION BETWEEN BOLA AND BOLU

(Boma has left and it’s just Bolu and Bola. Bolu is about to walk out when Bola calls him back)
BOLA: Where do you think you are going?
BOLU: (turning back to face her) my room?
BOLA: You didn’t answer my question, Bolu?
BOLU: Is there a law that says I must answer every question you ask?
BOLA: OK so do you want to play like that now?
BOLU: See Bola, I had a long night and I would like to rest
BOLA: More like you want to go and recover from your hangover (She turns and goes into the sitting room, sits down, crosses her legs and stares into space)
BOLU: (follows her into the sitting room and takes a seat beside her) How did you know I was drunk?
BOLA: I don’t know. Experience. Maybe. I don’t know. What happened last night Bolu?
BOLU: Nothing important.
BOLA: Really? Have you forgotten you are talking to me?
BOLU: I don’t know Bola
BOLA: What do you mean by you don’t know? What is wrong with guys? If what you did affects Boma in a negative way, I won’t find it funny. Is this heartbreak month or what?
BOLU: Heartbreak? What are you talking about?
BOLA: (starts crying) Fola is sleeping with Hauwa and don’t say ‘I told you so’.
BOLU: (reaches to her and puts her head on his shoulder as he consoles her; he has done this before with the others) I am so sorry. Have you talked to him about it?
BOLA: (sobbing) Duh! We broke up. He gave me a promise ring. And he cheated.
BOLU: People fail us daily. God is the only one who never fails us. You need him now more than anything
BOLA: I know. It’s hard though. Why do guys end up cheating?
BOLU: I don’t know. Maybe he has a reason? Talk to him about it Bola, you never know.
BOLA: What is there to talk about? He cheated with me and then broke up with me via SMS!!! He is a jerk!
BOLU: If you say so
BOLA: If I didn’t know you Bolu, I will say you were taking his side.
BOLU: I am not taking anyone’s side here. I am just trying to see it from his point of view
BOLA: (she pulls away from Bolu and stares at him) Where is my brother who hates my boyfriend?
BOLU: He has a hangover
BOLA: I guess you need to rest then
BOLU: Yea, I do (he stands up) I still feel you should call him and talk to him about it though
BOLA: OK. Thank you Bolu. You’re the perfect brother. I love you
BOLU: I love you too sis.

(Bolu walks out of the room and Bola’s words echo behind him. Perfect brother. If she only knew half of it.  Still, he reminded himself of one person only. Fola Carter.)

Bolu and Bola Updated!!!

OK...So I have been getting emails from people so imma give y'all a sneak preview to what's up with Bolu and Bola... After this...y'all should wait for the book...lol Enjoy AND PLEASE DROP YOUR COMMENTS...

BOLU

OMG! I cannot believe I had sex. I made a covenant with God. Damn! And I had it with my BOSS!!! What have I done? Ouch! My head hurts and it’s like I am going to throw up. I put on my phone.

 

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>NEW TEXT MESSAGE FROM BOMA<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
Hey boo! I am sorry for putting pressure on u. I promise 2 b more understanding. Call me. xoxo.

Boma! It's her fault I am here. What am I gonna do?
Please, do not tell me not to put the blame on her. Don’t tell me that it was my choice to go to the club or that I should have had the will power to say no. I have done nothing but compromise for Boma since we started dating. I always bent the rules for her so no one should tell me anything. And now she sends me a text that she is sorry. Sorry about what? The deed has been done for heaven’s sake. There is nothing I can do now. All I can do is just hope that… I don’t even know what to hope for.
I can’t believe I hate Boma’s gut now. I mean I love her and no doubt the sex was good. Really good. I actually enjoyed it but I was supposed to share this with her within the confines of marriage. Now… I don’t even know.
I am on my way home now and I am so sure that she would have called Bola. I am surprised Bola has not called me yet, trying to get all sisterly. Thankfully it’s a start. She is not worrying stupidly.
All I want to do now is just go home and sleep. I want to sleep and forget this whole incident. Thank God IT is almost over, I resume final year in a matter of weeks.

BOLA

Boma is a wreck. I can see it and she has been gulping down my water. “I get really thirsty when I am nervous” she says. Well that is classic Boma for you though. I scratch my hair and I take my seat in the couch on the sitting room. I know I should be worrying and fretting over Bolu but I just can’t. Maybe because a part of me knows Bolu is fine. He always knows how to take care of himself.
I still cannot believe Fola and Hauwa. It had to be her. He couldn’t choose anyone else. He had to pick her. Of all the numerous whores in Abuja it had to be her. Anyways, I hear her father is an aristo so I don’t blame her. Like father, like daughter.
Please don’t even judge me. Don’t give me the talk of how I committed my life to Christ and I am supposed to forgive and move on. Please. You have no idea how I feel right now. I feel like a fool. He cheated on me with someone I considered my friend. How long have they been sleeping together? Have they been doing it before I started dating him? Do they laugh at me after having hot steamy.... you know the rest Oh! I don’t even want to think about it.
“I am going to Hauwa’s house?” I said, getting up from the couch.
“Enh?” Boma said, turning around immediately as she heard it
“You heard me? I am going to her house to give her a piece of mind?” I said, reaching for my cell phone and putting it in my pocket.
“You will do no such thing. Are you high?” Boma said, she was standing directly in front of me. I guess I have given her something else to worry about apart from Bolu
“Why? Why should I not tell her how bad she has hurt me? She was my friend, Boma!” I said
“Friends come and go, Bola so sit down and let’s wait for your brother!” Boma said and I don’t know how I found myself on the couch again. Boma had a point

BOLU

As I approach the gate to my house, all I feel is fear. I really don’t know what is waiting for me in there. Bola may start shouting and making a big deal out of nothing. I am 100% sure Boma must have called her and yada yada yada. Well, I guess it’s something I have to deal with. I did not even tell Ms. Chima I was leaving. Ouch! My head still hurts really badly.
I open the gate and I see our gateman looking at me. He is mumbling words that I don’t even think I want to hear. I approach the door and I figure it’s open because, I always leave it open for Bola anytime she pulls an all-nighter. I just figure she will do the same. I open the door and before I can say Jack Robinson, Boma runs up to me and hugs me really really really tight.
“OMG! I am so glad you are OK. I am so sorry about last night and I promise you it will never happen again” She said. She is still hugging me.
What does she except me to say? I am confused. She led me down this path and I don’t even know what to say. Is he alright. Boma pulls away and is talking.
“I know you hate my guts right now and I promise, as from today, no more clubs. We will do anything you want to do. I put my needs before yours. I will put yours first. I promise. It won’t happen. So so so sorry. Do you forgive me? Do you forgive me?” she is looking into my eyes.
I look at her and I see the girl I fell in love with her. How could I have hurt her? Yes she messed up but look, she is still amazing as ever. I have no justification for what I did. I don’t deserve her.
“I forgive you” I said and she hugged me. Bola is smiling as she approaches us but soon her smile turns into a look of concern
“Bolu, were you drunk?” she asked

DIRECT CONVERSATION BETWEEN BOLA AND BOLU

(Boma has left and it’s just Bolu and Bola. Bolu is about to walk out when Bola calls him back)
BOLA: Where do you think you are going?
BOLU: (turning back to face her) my room?
BOLA: You didn’t answer my question, Bolu?
BOLU: Is there a law that says I must answer every question you ask?
BOLA: OK so do you want to play like that now?
BOLU: See Bola, I had a long night and I would like to rest
BOLA: More like you want to go and recover from your hangover (She turns and goes into the sitting room, sits down, crosses her legs and stares into space)
BOLU: (follows her into the sitting room and takes a seat beside her) How did you know I was drunk?
BOLA: I don’t know. Experience. Maybe. I don’t know. What happened last night Bolu?
BOLU: Nothing important.
BOLA: Really? Have you forgotten you are talking to me?
BOLU: I don’t know Bola
BOLA: What do you mean by you don’t know? What is wrong with guys? If what you did affects Boma in a negative way, I won’t find it funny. Is this heartbreak month or what?
BOLU: Heartbreak? What are you talking about?
BOLA: (starts crying) Fola is sleeping with Hauwa and don’t say ‘I told you so’.
BOLU: (reaches to her and puts her head on his shoulder as he consoles her; he has done this before with the others) I am so sorry. Have you talked to him about it?
BOLA: (sobbing) Duh! We broke up. He gave me a promise ring. And he cheated.
BOLU: People fail us daily. God is the only one who never fails us. You need him now more than anything
BOLA: I know. It’s hard though. Why do guys end up cheating?
BOLU: I don’t know. Maybe he has a reason? Talk to him about it Bola, you never know.
BOLA: What is there to talk about? He cheated with me and then broke up with me via SMS!!! He is a jerk!
BOLU: If you say so
BOLA: If I didn’t know you Bolu, I will say you were taking his side.
BOLU: I am not taking anyone’s side here. I am just trying to see it from his point of view
BOLA: (she pulls away from Bolu and stares at him) Where is my brother who hates my boyfriend?
BOLU: He has a hangover
BOLA: I guess you need to rest then
BOLU: Yea, I do (he stands up) I still feel you should call him and talk to him about it though
BOLA: OK. Thank you Bolu. You’re the perfect brother. I love you
BOLU: I love you too sis.

(Bolu walks out of the room and Bola’s words echo behind him. Perfect brother. If she only knew half of it.  Still, he reminded himself of one person only. Fola Carter.)

PHILIP’S KISS AND TELL STORY

*Names and a few other things have been changed to protect the identity of the people involved.

Hi, my name is Philip and this is my Kiss and Tell Story.

Who would have thought that I would turn out to be that kinda guy; hmmnnn. Romance was never my thing. I loved love songs but I had it at the back of my mind that it was never my thing. All these changed when I met Vanessa.

You see, I like thick things (if you don’t understand, you don’t need to understand). I have always been one to chop and wash my mouth. Easy. No one gets hurt. We are all happy in the end... I guess girls have a gift for changing everything.

I met Vanessa at an Ice Cream Parlor. I was with my friend, Rodney and we were just hanging out. After 30 minutes of scoping various girls, Vanessa walks in with her friend, Iman. I noticed her at first and she took my breath away. She wasn’t thick per se but she caught my eye and before I knew it, she was coming toward my table; apparently she and Rodney go way back. After the introductions, she and her friend decided to sit with us and we spent an hour together. Trust me; it was the best 1 hour of my life and I knew she just had to be mine.

After she left, I told Rodney how I felt and he said he was cool with it. Soon, we all started hanging out together and before I knew it, I started calling her EVERYDAY. Yeah, everyday, this including at least one text message every day.  We then grew close and I noticed she had already grown fond of me; I mean there was a day she called me 3 times. Soon, we expressed our mutual feelings for each other although our relationship did not start immediately. I mean she said she was in ready and who am I to force her into something she wasn’t ready for.  She did not want a Hollywood relationship and I actually saw her point.

We continued like this until on a chilly Saturday morning at 5.45am on our way back from a club on the Island, she decided to make our relationship official. Hearing her, I felt satisfied and accomplished. Accomplished in the sense that finally she has decided to take a chance on/with me.

The first 6-8 months of our relationship was AMAZING!!! We had fun together. Hung out a lot; we went to the movies, hung out at pools, my crib, her crib... It was wonderful. I remember this one time when we were making out and Brandy’s Wow started playing on the radio, she withdrew and started singing the words to me, using the remote to the radio as her microphone. It was amazing... she made me love the song so much.

At the 9-11 months, the fights started and they were not funny. They were a lot and they consisted of VERY stupid arguments. It is funny because I am more emotional than she is and she was just too defensive. The scripture in Isaiah that says come let us reason together doesn’t work with her as she doesn’t see reason with you. Neyo’s Mad was one song that I can say expressed how I really felt. I even spent time in prayer asking God to save the relationship. One of my friends, Tobore had to talk to her and me too (kinda was a mediator of some sort) but it was too no avail. It got bad and honestly it was hurting me really bad. I decided to break up and Tobore told me not too; he wanted me to hang on in there for a while in case she changes or something. I agreed to it until one evening after a very long heated silent argument, I decided to break up. I mean she left me in a depressed state. The next morning, I called her and decided to call it quits.

Vanessa is an amazing person but maybe I am not the one for her. I miss her sometimes. I miss making out with her... the taste of her strawberry lip gloss... her laugh... her person when she is not angry.

Right now, I got six girls in my life... I like one of them and let’s just say the five are at my beck and call... life is beautiful.

Kiss and Tell Stories

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Bimpe's Story

To those who will send their future stories, this is an example of what it could look like...

My name is Bimpe and this is my Kiss and Tell story...

I am 21 years old and I am a university graduate. Things are going well for me and by God's grace I should be getting ready to go for my NYSC next month. On the outside, it seems like I have it all together. People actually think that everything is working well for me. They might not be wrong. I have a degree and I am a graduate at 21. At 21, my elder ones were still in 100 level. Truth is, things are kinda hard for me right now... I am confused.

When I was 18, I met Tobi. He was the perfect guy; cool, funny, reserved. He had everything a girl needed and more...ummm I take that back... he was not a hunk per se but his voice... GOSH!!!

The thing is we started dating and it was blissful.. we did so many things together (We went to The Palms a lot!!!!) but it was wonderful. After our 1st year anniversary, he decides he wants to break up...apparently we are moving too fast. Truth is, he was seeing someone else...

That was 3 years ago.

A week after graduation, I get a text from an unknown number congratulating me as regards graduating... Since I did not know the number, I called back only to find out that it was Tobi. After we got talking, we decided to hang out again... at The Palms... there he asks me to be his girlfriend again...

And I said yes...

The only issue is I have a boyfriend named Chike...

I know y'all hate me but before you judge me...what do I do?

Do you guys get the drift now??? Expecting those stories people

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Everyday Kiss and Tell stories

Hey guys,
What's up? It seems that nobody replied me as regards what to do with the blog so I have made some decisons
1. The blog will feature everyday kiss and tell stories that is stories of real life people
2. I will update y'all continuously on how the book is coming...

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On Kiss & Tell

OMG!!! I saw the comments on the last post and I really appreciated it, I mean Danielle from Out of Eden commented...It is so good to know that you guys love the blog and all but I am turning it into a book... Yes, get ready for the release of the Kiss & Tell novel... Now I need suggestions...what do you want me to change, to add, to remove or do you still want the blog to continue...gimme ideas... Someone suggested real life Kiss & Tell stories....

Gimme suggestions people..thank you!!!

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Finally... Kiss and Tell 010

It is good to be back! Exams were amazing and it is with so much joy that we bring to you the latest installment of the Kiss & Tell Series. So many things have happened and here is a recap of what has been going down.

Well, Bola and Fola broke up. OK, Fola broke up with Bola. What happened was that Fola pulled out of the Capetown Fashion Show and he told Bola that he had major plans with his dad. After, the show, Bola realized that her life had not been complete because she was not exactly walking with God the way she was supposed to. She then re-dedicated her life to Christ and sends a text to Fola to express her joy. This is what she receives

I am happy for you. Woteva mkes u happy. Anyways, I guess we have to break up then. Take care of urself

Bola was shattered. She knew a new step in her walk with God was going to affect her relationship with Fola but she felt... She just felt... So she decides to confront him one on one.

When she gets to his house, she is stopped at the gate by the security man and after 30 minutes, Fola comes out to meet her.
"Wow! First you break up via SMS and you now you cant even invite me into your house. Very classy Fola" Bola said with tears in her eyes
"This is the reason why I did not want to see you. You will start crying and..."
"You are damn right I will cry. How could you Fola? You gave me a promise ring! I have not pulled it EVER!!! Bola said
"You said you were born again now" Fola told her
"I have always been born-again. I only re-dedicated my life. That is not an excuse" Bola said, she was crying and pacing.
"See Bola, you want to be committed to 'Him'. was that not what your text said? I don't want to be a hindrance considering the fact that you are not supposed to be 'unequally' yoked with me. I can't even stand your God" Fola said, raising his voice
"It's just best we drop this. I gotta go" Fola said as he began to walk into his house
"So who is she?" Bola asked him
"She?" Fola said turning back to face her
"I heard from different people. Who is she?" Bola asked again
"First, don't imply I was cheating on you cuz I wasn't. I was just having sex with her. I can separate sex from love. And you said you were waiting for your wedding night" He told her
"You can do what?! You were having sex behind my back and it wasn't cheating? What the... You have not answered my question... who is she?" Bola said her temper rising.
"Hauwa" Fola said
And it happened. Bola went and gave Fola a very dirty slap.
'I HATE YOU!!!!!" She screamed as she threw the promise ring at him and raced to her car and drove off.

On the flip side, Bola and Boma's relationship has been rocky. Boma although is totally in love with Bolu, she has a huge problem with his introverted nature and the fact that he puts the GOD factor in EVERYTHING. This leads to constant fights and nagging. so on this fateful night, Boma finally took Bolu clubbing on a Friday night were everything changed.

It all started when Boma tried to convince Bolu to dance. Bolu said he could not because the music was not his kind of music. Boma persisted and they got into another argument. After 10 minutes of bickering at each other, Boma decides to go dance without Bolu. Soon she was getting her groove on and dancing in a naughty way with some guys. Seeing the sight, Bolu was angry and he goes to the bar and orders his first round of alcohol. After three rounds, Bolu was drunk.

"Bolu the young pastor getting all tipsy in the club"
Bolu turns around and he sees the Personnel Manager of the company where he is doing is Industrial Attachment.
'Ms Chima. What are you doing here?" He said surprised.
"The same thing you are doing here. Are you OK? Never imagined you to be one to club talk less of drink" She told him
"Thought so too but hey, I am doing it" He said still drunk.
"Yea Yea. I can see that. So who did you come here with?" She asked him.
Bolu looked around again and he saw Boma dancing with some muscular guy.
"No one. I came alone. I needed to unwind" He told her
"Really? Impressive. How about we unwind together. My house. Now. It's just down the street" She said
He looked at Boma one last time and said, "Sure... Why not?"

So Bolu took Ms Chima's hand and she led him out of the club into her black SUV.

And Boma, she kept searching for Bolu... after her last dance that is... and she did not find him

TELEPHONE CONVERSATION BETWEEN BOLU AND BOMA

(Bola's phone rings. She sees Boma's caller ID and picks)

BOLA: Hey girl! How are you doing?
BOMA: Good. Have you seen your brother?
BOLA: No. He has been out all day. I thought he was with you?
BOMA: I thought so too. He left the club. I guessed I messed up big time
BOLA: I guess you did. Well, he'll be fine
BOMA: Are you OK? You seem very weird
BOLA: I am NOT! Fola and Hauwa are screwing themselves
BOMA: OMG! Are you OK?
BOLA: He broke up with me via SMS can you imagine the jerk!
BOMA: I can't believe Hauwa. She is supposed to be our friend.
BOLA: I thought so too. Gonna hola you later. Bolu will be fine OK?
BOMA: I am coming over girl. You need my company
BOLA: OK! Love you
BOMA: Love you too. Be there in a jiffy (click)

BOLU

OMG! I cannot believe I had sex. I made a covenant with God. Damn! And I had it with my BOSS!!! What have I done?

Text Message Alert
(From Boma)
Hey boo! I am sorry for putting pressure on u. I promise 2 b more understanding. Call me.xoxo.

Boma! It's her fault I am here. What am I gonna do?

WE ARE GOING ON HIATUS

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As you all know we are students and our exams are starting in June. Due to this, there will be no installments for now. We are thankful for your support towards the blog and we really appreciate all the feedback. Be rest assured that as soon as we are done we will be back in full force. Take it easy and pls pray for success in our examinations.

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Kiss And Tell 009

BOLA

It has been two and a half months since Fola has being my boyfriend and trust me; I love every minute of it. We are having so much fun together, doing amazing things loving ourselves, more and more. Anyways, I have been thinking lately and I think my life needs restructuring. First, my dad and I have not been on good terms lately. I called him and I told him my mind. I told him how much I love him and that he should trust me enough to make the right decisions. I told him of how I still love God and still very much trust him for my future. We talked and talked for 2 HOURS! It was amazing.

Urban Bohemian is doing quite well and our clothes are going places. I am going to be at the Cape town Fashion Show in a couple of week and I AM EXCITED!!! I will be going with my crew, Dele, Fola, Boma and Bolu... which brings me to the latest and hottest gist in town... Bolu and Boma are currently going out!!! Yes oh! My brother and my best friend. At first it was cool but then... imagine them making out...EEEEWWWW!!!
Fola has not called me in 4 days though. Been trying his number but it rings without him answering. I hope all is well sha. I pray all is well with him.

Lord, please, I hope Fola is OK... watch over him. Thanks a lot

Currently, I am in class, waiting for Mr Ayoola, the SOC 325 lecturer and there comes Boma.
“Hey gal! Wassap?”
“I am cool. So glad I made it. How are you?” Boma asks me as she brings out her hankie to wipe her face
“Why won’t you come late to class when you and my brother will be doing midnight call for God knows how long?”
“Girl, don’t hate. There are far more pressing issues” Boma told me as she leaned towards me a little “Have you heard from Fola?”
“Not yet. Why?”
“Guess where he was on Saturday afternoon?” Boma asks me
“I don’t know, besides he usually goes swimming or he goes to the gym on Saturday” I tell her
“Sorry to burst your bubble but he did neither. He was at Sahad with Hauwa”
“Sahad. Very funny. The only person I know that goes to Sahad is Bolu. It was so definitely not Fola and even if it was him, he and Hauwa go way back. Last I checked, I met him at her party” I had to defend Fola ‘because I knew where this was going.
“Well, my source told me that they were acting all lovey dovey and my source saw FOLA AND HAUWA and girl it is never wrong. Remember how it was right about Chidi, then Kevwe...”
“Boma ENOUGH! Stop it! Just stop it! What is your problem? Why do you enjoy doing this? You are dating my brother and I don’t sneak up on him to give you any information. Why do you always do this? Please mind your business for once and face YOUR relationship”
“Bola, he is not pure. You need...”
“I don’t need to do anything and please, this conversation is OVER! I think I will like to change my seat”
I picked up my things and went to seat beside Chinelo. I know Boma means well and I hate the fact that her “source” is ALWAYS right but come on... this is Fola we are talking about here... my very own Fola.
God... please not Fola too

BOLU

From the first day I saw you,
I knew we were meant to be,
The way you smiled, the way you laughed,
And when you held my hand, it was like I touched the face of an angel,
Some say it is puppy love, some say it’s just a crush,
But I beg to differ,
This love is deeper than the ocean,
It can’t be described as there are no descriptions for the most beautiful things,
I have found the girl of my dreams,
Fairer than all the girls I know,
I have found a true treasure,
One I am not letting go,
So Boma Akpofure,
If you ever get to read this,
Know that I wrote all this to say,
I love you, I love you, and I love you.
With love,
Your No’s 1 Fan/Lover/Boyfriend

NOTE:
Don’t forget to read Boma’s untold story in the latest issue of YADA here

Kiss And Tell: Parent's Speak 001

NOTE:

I am really sorry for the delay in posting the next instalment and contrary to popular opinion we did not have writers’ block. There has just been so much going on here and YADA is supposed to have been out since like forever. We plead with you to just bear with us because we apart from bloggers, we are also students. Thanks for understanding.

MR. ABAYOMI-COKER

I don’t know what I did or who I offended. I am a good Christian and I serve the Lord with all my heart. I really don’t know why it’s like he is given me a cause to cry. I mean, Proverbs 22:6 says ‘Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.’ I have done just as the Bible has commanded. Ever since we had the twins, I have tried to make sure that my children are groomed in the way of the Lord. I bought them Bibles as children, made them listen to The Donut Man instead of Barney. I made sure that when they were watching television, it was either TBN or an educational program so where did I go wrong? Somebody tell me. Explain to me why my daughter's clothing line whose values don’t represent that of our Lord Jesus Christ. I wonder why her best friend poses in a bra and pant on the pages of magazines. I wonder why she will bring an unbeliever to my house. I wonder why she will tell me not to pay her school fees or take care of her as she is in Abuja with no adult supervision. I am not poor; yes she may make more than me and may get endorsements and blah blah blah but please? I am still her father.

Omobolanle Taiwo Abayomi-Coker, do not fail destiny. I love you and even though I don’t show it or tell you, I do. I need you to know that your life is going way too fast. You need to take it slow. You are just 20 years old and you have your whole life ahead of you. This life really doesn’t make any sense. I am worried. I just hope she stops being friends with that Boma of a girl. That child is just a MAJOR distraction and her parents don’t do anything to help matters. Don’t mind he irresponsible set of parents she has. Instead of them to caution their child, they let her do as she pleases. Anyways, I hope they see the light.

Boluwatife Kehinde Abayomi-Coker, you are a blessed child. The pride of my age. The child that anytime I see I know that at least there is proof that I trained those children. You CANNOT fail me. You have allowed all the training I have given you sink deep inside. You are blessed and your time will be great. Proverbs 20:11 says ‘Even a child is known by his doings, whether his work [be] pure, and whether [it be] right’ also Proverbs 23:24 says ‘The father of the righteous shall greatly rejoice: and he that begetteth a wise [child] shall have joy of him.’ Bolu, your doings and your works have been pure and I have joy in you. Don’t fail me.

MRS. ABAYOMI-COKER

I am confused. When I got married I did not bargain for all these. Honestly. First, after I gave birth to the twins through the caesarean operation, I was told I could not give birth again. Knowing I had just two children, I tried now, God, I was a house wife. I abandoned my medical career to be a mother to my kids. It wasn’t easy. Even my husband told me not to but I did. I figured that since I can only have two, I must make them the children that God will be proud of. I needed to raise godly children who will change the way things were done in this world. Well, I did it. I know it. Dayo is being too harsh. Bola may not be your average Christian and she may not do all the things we tell her to do but I know my daughter. I gave birth to her, I breastfed her. I know what she is capable of. She can’t depart from the way of the Lord. It is just not possible at all. I am sure of it.

Dayo needs to have a rethink. This feud between him and Bola has to stop. No matter what he is her father and she is his daughter. He cannot give up on her; God doesn’t give up on us. I pray God touches his heart. I hate to see my family like this. Please. It has to stop.

Let me call Bolu and know how they are faring... the one that Bola is not picking up my calls.

Kiss And Tell 008

BOLU

OK. Boma is an amazing dancer. Not saying she is better than me ‘because you know now, your boy stole the show. What happened in that studio has kept me on a temporary high. But what happened after... I AM IN LOVE!

When Boma got to the studio she looked amazingly amazing. At first she was wearing jeans and a shirt then she went to change and when she did... all I could say was WOW! Her hair was packed back into a ponytail and she was rocking track shorts with a hoodie that stopped right after her... fill in the blank spaces. Anyways, she walked towards me and she stops directly in front of me and she says ‘Bring it on’.

At first I wanted to melt, for a second I thought she was going to kiss me. I told her I wanted her to go first and funny thing is she agreed. The next thing, she goes to the laptop and starts to play a Beyonce track and she does a very impressive dance routine. She stops and she nods towards my direction, signalling me to start and honestly I am bummed for a minute.

“I can’t dance to Beyonce” I tell her
“I don’t expect you too” She goes
The next thing I play Lecrae’s Breathe In Breathe Out and I can see shock written all over her face. I have told them. Don’t underestimate Bolu Abayomi-Coker. After i finished she just kept staring at me.
“Are you not going again?” I asked her
“Nope” She told me
“Why? Are you scared?” I asked her
“Yes OH! I am scared” She says as she sits down on the floor. I sit down with her
"So who wins?"I ask her
"You obviously. Bolu I never knew you had dancing in you?Why do you go about carrying the whole nerdy facade... For your info, nerd is NOT the new cool... do not be deceived by Beauty and The Geek"
I just laughed. Boma is so sweet
"Why are you laughing. I am serious you know. People don't take you seriously. They think you just have your head in the books and they consider you a social outcast" She had concern in her voice
"I really don't care what people think about me. I just care about what God thinks of me. He is the only one I want to please"
"Cute. But face reality. How do you touch people with the love of God when you separate yourself from them. JESUS mingled around a whole lot!"
I could not answer her. I knew she had a point but really I did not ask to be like this. It is just how things are. She must have noticed me deep in thought...
"Bolu, let me take you out today. My treat OK?

And that was how Boma and I drove around Abuja. We had shawarma, ice cream, pizza, fries... We took pictures with her phone and honestly it was really cool.

I am here now on my bed and I am about to call her. Imma hola later

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TELEPHONE CONVERSATION BETWEEN BOLA AND BOMA

(Bola is sitting at her desk, designing clothes for the next season when her phone rings. Boma's caller ID flashes)

BOLA: Hey babes. Watagwan
BOMA: I dey jo!
BOLA: How was dancing with Bolu?
BOMA: It was cool although.. WAIT... you know about our after dance paroles
BOLA: Girl, Bolu is my twin brother. He will obviously tell me what went down. Seems like you guys had fun
BOMA: We did sha. Your brother is not as reserved as he claims to be
BOLA: I know that. I mean, he is my brother. So Boma Akpovure... do you like my brother?
BOMA: He is your brother Bola... please o
BOLA: OMG! You like him!
BOMA: I did not say that
BOLA: But you dodged the question. Have you forgotten you are talking to me?
BOMA: OK..maybe I like him a little
BOLA: (laughs) Baby girl... well... i am happy for you.
BOMA: Abeg dont make a mountain out of it. Lets leave that alone first. Whats up with you and Fola?
BOLA: The boy is amazing jo. He gave me A PROMISE RING!!!!!
BOMA: It's a LIE!
BOLA: He did oh! You need to see it
BOMA: Your damn right I need to... (they laugh together) Girl, I am happy for you
BOLA: I am happy for me too. Everything is perfect
BOMA: Just pray it stays that way (Pauses) Bola I have to go now
BOLA: Why? We just started talking
BOMA: Your brother is calling me
BOLA: OMG! Love you... bye bye (she cuts the phone and smiles)

BOLA

OK... I am going to eavesdrop on my brother's conversation with Boma. Are you game?

Kiss And Tell 007

BOLU

I am blushing honestly. I have been doing that for a while. If you know what happened yesterday you will feel me TOTALLY! Boma Akpofure is AMAZING! Even though I know Bola had to have planned the whole taking her home part, I cannot deny the fact that I actually enjoyed my time out with her. The girl is simply amazing! I am in LOVE! You might say it is too early to love but please, Christ loved the church before the church dreamt of showing him a tiny bit of affection.

Eph 5:25- Husbands, love your wives, even as Christ also loved the church, and gave himself for it;

OK. Maybe I am not her husband but I may be one day. GOSH! I sound like Bola. Am I obsessing? Do you think I am infatuated? Honestly I have never ever felt like this before. Maybe it’s because I have liked Boma for like forever. Anyways, less talk... a recap on last night.

THE CLUB

I go back to where Boma is sitting and immediately she hands me the keys
“I presume you know you are taking me home today?” she tells me
“Yep. Bola sent me a text”
“OK. Let’s go then”
“Now?” I asked. OK? What was I thinking?
“Yes. Everyone has left. Or do you want to stay?”
“No oh! I am fine. I think I have ‘partied’ enough for one night
“OK” She laughs as she stands up and makes her way to the exit of the club as I follow behind.

IN THE CAR

We get into the car and HONESTLY I am a nervous wreck. I mean its Boma. What was Bola thinking? Driving Boma home was different from driving anyone home. I mean IT IS BOMA! I know I have said that again but IT IS BOMA!!!!!!!!!
“Bolu?” Boma calls my name, bringing me back to reality
“Yes” I answer. The answer sounded more like a whisper
“I think it is the part where you start the car. The key has been in the ignition for a while”
“Oh. Right. OK. Here we go” I was about to start the car when I remembered that I had no clue where Boma lived
“Umm Boma?” I asked her. Why does my voice sound so frail? I am not a frail person.
“Yes?” she replied me again. She was looking into my eyes. I wanted to MELT!
“Where do you live?” I asked her. I was staring at the car keys by the way.
“Gwarinpa”
“Gwarinpa? You mean you come all the way from Gwarinpa?”
“Yep. The suite life of Boma!”
“OK” She actually got me laughing.
“Just drive. I will give you directions to my crib when we get to Gwarinpa. Aite?”
“OK” I start the car and begin to drive

LATER

We were almost arriving at Boma’s house and we are talking. Having a real conversation and laughing. I just told her my one time dream to be Michael Jackson when I was 10. Only Bola knew about it and trust me ONLY her knew.
“Are you serious? To actually think that you could do the moon walk at one point of your life. You are not that bad after all Boluwatife Kehinde Abayomi-Coker” Boma said as we were laughing. She looks very amazing when she smiles.
“So you know my full name?” I asked her
“Your TWIN sister is my BFF. I am expected to know everything about the Abayomi-Coker’s” She told me
“Touché”
“So why did you give up dancing?”
“It was a childhood dream I had. My dancing era is long gone”
“Really? I think that you have just lost your moves”
“I could never lose my moves” I told her
“I challenge you to a dance battle and this is the part where you take a left. My house is down the street”
I looked at her and burst out laughing and turned back to face the road still grinning to myself.
“OK”
“OK what?” she asks me
“I agree. My house. 5 pm tomorrow. My house” I tell her
“No. You will have home advantage. Dance studio. Music Department. 5pm. Be on time” she said. The girl s so determined.
“OK” I told her. We approach a black and white gate and Boma tells me that’s her house. I park in front of the house.
“So... here we are” I tell her
“It was nice talking to you. You still got a lil’ bit of cool in you. Guess Bola was right” She said and all I could do was smile.
“Goodnight Bolu” she said and before I knew what was happening she planted a kiss on my cheek and bolted out the car and all I could do was shout good night to her shadow.

So here I am now. I am going to have to leave the office early. At least the other IT staff will be happy that at least I am not forming efficient today. I know it will be wired going to school to go and dance when you are supposed to be on IT but please jo... Boma calls.

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BOLA

My brother has hit the JACKPOT! Yes oh! My brother is balling tight! And yes... Boma likes him. It is so obvious. At least from the gist he gave me and for the fact that he will leave his IT work and come to school to come for a dance comp with a girl. This is so cool. I know it is weird for a person to encourage your BFF going out with your brother but please... it’s Bolu. It means there is hope for is social skills and even if they don’t end up together, Boma will rub off on him a little, but please oh... they should end up together. They will be perfect for each other and they are very wonderful, beautiful, nice people with a heart as pure as a dove. (OK, I am not sure a dove is pure but whatever)

Fola Carter is the bomb. I am hooked on him for sure. After we left the club we just drove to his house and honestly his house his fine. After meeting his siblings (his folks were not around), he took me to another building in the house. Somehow we got on the roof of that building and there were lounge chairs there. I was surprised but he told me to relax. After we were comfortable, he told me to look at the stars. Didn’t get the concept until he told me to count them. I started but I couldn’t. He then looks me in the eyes and tells me that the same way I can’t count the stars is the way his love for me cannot be counted (Bolu says what he said does not make sense. I told him “at least Fola says something”).

He went further to say that the love he has for me cannot be measured and that no mortal mind can comprehend the intensity and depth of it. The boy is amazing. He then gets down on his knees and brings out a PROMISE RING!!! My baby gave me a promise ring. Please don’t hate on me. After that we made out till...

Anyways, I am in class now listening to my lecturer blab about how the global economic crisis is affecting the Nigerian economy. Who cares about the Nigerian economy when there is Fola Carter? In crisis, in poverty, in famine, in pain, in suffering, in everything, I will be OK if he is with me. He is all I need right now. I know he loves me, he told me... I mean the way he kisses me and his smile... or the way he holds me... the way he is always looking out for me. Please oh... I AM SO IN LOVE!!! I have to go now. I think I should start writing poetry. Maybe Bolu could give me a few pointers. Let me try and write a poem for Fola though.

xoxo

P.S- Urban Bohemian clothes are on sale at the Urban Bohemian shop at Ceddi Plaza in Abuja and the Palms Shopping Mall in Lekki.

Kiss And Tell 006

BOLA

I am so happy nothing can kill my joy. Can you believe it? I won best fashion designer at the recently concluded Nigerian Fashion Week. I know all 'em haters will start hating but really... you had to have been there. Urban Bohemian tore the place up. And you should have seen our cover girl... the ever spectacular Boma... The girl sure knows how to strut her stuff on the runway. I thought the show as gonna be a disaster at first but it all worked out. Thank you Jesus! And Bolu modelled...yes oh! My introverted reclusive brother was on the runway. It was so cool to finally see him do something very different...adding that my brother is a hottie.

Speaking of hotties, guess who else was an emergency model for Urban Bohemian. Yes yours truly and her cute sexy boyfriend, Fola Carter. Yea... when Fola walked on that stage... EVERYONE and I mean EVERY INDIVIDUAL knew someone was on that runway. Girls were screaming and guys were covering the eyes of their girlfriends. I am blessed I know that. I love you Lord!

I am applying finishing touches to my makeup. We are back in Abuja and I am taking everybody out to celebrate, Bolu included. Trust me, it wasn't easy. Dele and I had to cajole him and beg and beg so yes, my brother agreed to come. I am so excited right now and nothing can kill my joy.

BOLU

I can't believe I agreed to come out tonight. What was I thinking? This is not how I roll at all. Everyone seems to be having a good time. Fola and Bola are just lost in their conversation of whatever... Boma and Dele went to dance and somehow I have not seen them since so here I am...just looking around. I am only here 'cause of my sister... I am happy that she has something to be grateful for. OMG! Boma's coming...

"Hey Bolu! Having fun?" Boma asks me as she takes a seat opposite me.
"It's OK" I say....I am staring at the table
"OK? Is everything alright?"She asks me
"Yea" I look at her now. Lord have mercy! The girl is FINE! OMG! I dont wanna commit lust.
"If you say so. We have not had a decent converstaion in years Bolu"
"We have not?"
"Please... Dont act all suprised. You know it yourself. Anytime I try to strike a conversation you end up cutting it short'
"I dont do it on purpose. I am sorry"
"It's OK. So gimme gist. What's up with you?"
I am blank... What IS up with me?
"Nothing?"I look at her and she gave me the is he ok? look
"Really?" She said as she raised an eyebrow. I think it's getting hot in here
"Are you hot?"I said
"Sorry?"
"No. Is this place hot?" I asked her... I feel sick
"It's fine. Are you OK?" She touches my hand
"Excuse me" I have to go to the bathroom

10 minutes later

I am here in the bathroom. I just ruined another conversation with Boma. I need help. Send me help Lord...please...There's a message from Bola on my phone..

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>NEW TEXT MESSAGE<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
Hey!U re gon ve 2 take Boma home. I dropped the car keys with her. I am leavin with Fola. Dele's left already. See u soon. 143

OK... you have got to be kidding me.