Meant To Be: Episode Five continued

Rosie could not find the right words to comfort her friend who was sobbing and shivering all over.

“Omo, he don do,” she finally said.
“Wetin I go do now? ehn? Wetin?” Omo asked while struggling to dry her tears.
“Maybe you should confront him” Rosie shrugged.

Omoye looked at her friend and hissed.
“Confront? He can deny it easily now, I never imagined this day will come.”

“He is a man Omo, they tend to misbehave.” Rosie embraced her friend. “You need to think on how to handle the situation.”

Omoye nodded, she would travel back to Benin and think things through, Lagos was suffocating her already.


Fola stole a glance at Sandra who was talking with her sister, he was tired of this pretend love already. He had gotten the money he planned to get initially, all he wanted was to return to Benin and be with his beautiful Omo and his son Victor.

Sandra was beautiful no doubt but she could never match up to his Omo.

“A penny for your thoughts,” Sandra spoke while waving her hands in front of him.
“How long have you been standing in front of me?” he did not realise he had been thinking with his eyes closed all the while.

“Not long,” she sat on his lap, “about the money you asked for, my dad is out of town and he says I should wait till he gets back.” she continued while stroking his hair.

Fola inwardly felt like hitting Sandra’s father, the man was a rich politician but yet he couldn’t send money because he was out of town in this modern age. Weren’t there banks wherever he was?

Fola had lied to Sandra that his mother was sick and money was needed for her surgery. Since her dad was a politician, her uncle owned the publishing house where she worked, the girl automatically had money. He had planned to help her spend little out of it while pretending to be her lover.

“Don’t you have any cash at hand?” He asked.
“I do but you know the project I’ve been working on has cut deep into my account, I have about ₦350,000 whereas you need ₦500,000.”
“Ok” Fola replied with a fake smile.

“But I’ll get the complete money soon, ok.” she kissed him firmly on the lips while trying to unbutton his shirt.
Fola held her hands, he had not even responded to the kiss. Sandra looked at Fola askance.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, “Is it because of the money?”
“No babe, I’m just tired, I have to go.” He buttoned up his shirt and planted a quick kiss on her lips. He stood and walked towards the door before adding “I’ll call you.”

Fola stood outside Sandra’s gate while impatiently waiting for a bike. He decided to walk till he found one. He had returned her car, the guilt was killing him already, he knew she loved him and that was one of the reasons he had to return to Benin.

The number one reason however was that his heart was in Benin, he took out his phone and dialed Omoye’s number.

“Hello, sweety”
“Osagie, hello”
Her tone stooped Osagie in his tracks, something had to be wrong.

“Whats wrong, Omo?”
“Its nothing, how are you?”
“I’m fine, something isn’t just right with your voice, whats going on. Does it have to do with Victor?”

“I said everything is fine,” she snapped, “Osagie, I’m not feeling too well, Ok, thats the problem and I’m getting better.”

Osagie was confused, if she was s
ick she would have informed him, why was she lieing to him?
“Omo, you know you can tell me anything right?”


“Omo, you know you can tell me anything right?”
Omoye did not realise she had cut the phone but the words kept ringing in her head.

Her phone had been ringing continously for the past three minutes, she had not expected his call earlier and had planned to handle the situation with courage but his last statement had broken her resolve.

The pillow she clung unto was already soaked as a result of the tears that had refused to stop, she tried to think of an explanation to give him for ending the call.

She dried her tears, tried to clear her voice by coughing and speaking some incoherent words. She sighed, there was no point calling him back, it was darn obvious that she had been crying and was still crying.

She would just head back to Benin tomorrow, she couldn’t let her parents know about this, they would not show her any sympathy, love or advice.

Her tears kept flowing incessantly till she slept off. All she could dream of was her Osagie smooching a classy Lady on the streets of Lagos.

Perhaps coming to Lagos was a bad idea.


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