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.

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