Meant To Be: Episode Eleven continued


Dami logged into her facebook account, she opened her secondary school group. She had to contact Tinu at least to save her head again, she clicked on members, after scrolling through about one thousand and thirty eight names, she got no result.

She had to change her game plan, she clicked on another group suggested by facebook. The reason she clicked on this group was because she saw a familiar name as a member. She requested to join the group, instantly she got a notification that she had been accepted by Tinudiva pweedylips.

She clicked on Tinudiva pweedylips, what if this was the Tinu she was looking for? She viewed the pictures only to be disappointed. There was a particular picture however that caught her attention, it was the picture of eight girls wearing blue shorts on white tops, some of the girls looked mature than the others.

Tinudiva pweedylips was in the picture along with two ladies whose faces where familiar, and then it was as if fate decided to smile on her. She saw that Oloyede Tinu was tagged in the picture, there was only one girl she knew by that surname, but she seriously had doubts that the Tinu she knew would use a simply facebook name like that.

On Clicking the timeline of the Oloyede Tinu, her doubts were confirmed.


Osagie knocked on Iya Bobo’s door, he knew the woman was a housewife. If she was home, she would be able to supply him with explanations as his imagination had continued to run wild.

He knocked slightly again, the last thing he wanted was creating a disturbance. The door opened with Iya Bobo holding a broom,
“Ah! Baba Victor, good afternoon, when you come back? Welcome oh.” she greeted.

“Good afternoon, he never tey wey I land jaweee,” he smiled. If he was going to get any information from this woman, he had to be courteous as possible.
“Shey you bring something for us shaaa?” she asked while hitting the head of the broom on her palm.

Osagie sensed that she was busy, it would benefit both parties if he cut to the chase, “Yes I shaa buy bread, abeg you know where my wife go?”
“She no dey?” Iya Bobo asked, she obviously had no idea as to Omoye’s whereabout.

“No, she no dey house,” Osagie replied.
“Ha! maybe she go market or her shop,” she suggested.
“He be like say you no understand, she pack all her bags, she tell you say she wan travel?” he finally asked.

“No ooo,” she dropped the broom on the floor and adjusted her wrapper, “And I see am yesterday oh, but she no yarn me anything.”
“Okay, thank you.” Osagie said while turning away from her door.
“Call am for phone now,” Iya Bobo shouted from behind, “and no forget our bread oh.”

“I don hear, greet your husband,” he said before finally heading out of the corridor.
Walking on the street, he kept on asking himself questions, was this how he was going to be punished for playing a fast one on Sandra. Speaking of Sandra, the last time she had called was when he was in the bus.

He knew Sandra would call again, he just hoped it wasn’t going to be soon. What on earth was wrong with Omoye anyways? Couldn’t she come out from wherever she was and allow them resolve the issue like adults?

The annoying part was that he had no clue to what the problem was, she had been avoiding his call ever since.
If she moved out, where could she have moved to? The only friend he knew she had was Rosie, but Rosie was in Lagos. Her parents were out of the options, they had made clear their stand on him years ago.

Omoye had to choose between them and him and she had chosen him, although Omoye’s mother was still in contact with her daughter and grandson. She did it without the knowledge of her husband, so there was no way Omoye would have gone to her parents.

He had Omoye’s mum phone number, he could call to inform her of the situation of things, he might even be lucky to get some information on her whereabouts, She was their daughter after all.

But what if calling the woman put him into more trouble, Omoye’s father was a cruel man, the man could hand him over to the police by fabricating some silly story.
Before he realised it he had gotten to the end of his street, where was he going to in the first place?

He asked himself, he turned and started walking back to his place.
He was feeling back pains, the journey to Benin had been fairly rough with the driver making sure to scare the hell out of the passengers. The passengers had kept on bouncing like children having fun in a bouncy castle, the difference however was that they screamed out of fear unlike little kids who screamed out for joy.

How he managed to sleep in the bus was a mystery to him, that was an obvious sign of how tired he was. And here he was in Benin only for Omoye to complicate issues, he took out his phone and dialled her number only to be told it was switched off.

Women were just complicated, did she not know the mental torture he was going through.

He cursed silently, she had better have a good reason for all this drama.