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Drama IV: Numbers



In the next months that followed, I tried not to think of Obi at all. What I did was to open a superstore somewhere in the suburbs of Surulere – and bury myself into the business of running it. It was not instantly successful; as supermarket business was not as easy as I imagined it would be. After three months of no headway, I decided to take a break and travelled out of the country, visiting Dubai and Paris on a spy mission. I took notes of some of the buying cultures I observed and came back home to Lagos with a comprehensive plan of action.

After looking over my inventory carefully, I realized where the leaks were coming from. Everything – from the colors of the walls to the arrangement of the display was off. It wasn’t working. Somehow, I had contrived to create a store that looked like a gaudy cabaret palace. Another huge lesson was that it was better to stock quality than quantity; buy tastefully stylish and expensive stuff as opposed to colorful cheap ones. In other words, start small but elaborate.

 I started all over again, patiently, like a mother weaning a baby, and after two months and three days my shop was ready again.

I decided to hold a small opening party and formally re-open the place. It paid off. The first day out I sold all the bags and scarves and shoes and almost all the dresses, collecting cash on almost all the sales. Within a week I had my account sheets balanced out and I was ready for another trip out of the country. I was totally devoted to the success of the store – and I did not have time for distractions. Ekiti, Obi and the girls became nothing more than a distant memory…something that only came up once in a while. I was good. Or so I told myself.

After a hugely successful and busy year, I had to take some time off. I had been running myself ragged; I greatly needed some away time. I had two girls in the store and I trusted them. Several times I had left the store for them to tend, and I had even sent one; Nonso, to Dubai once before. The store would be fine. So one weekend I took off to Calabar to see Tinapa for the first time.

It was everything I’d heard and more. Though it was expensive to be there, it was worth every dime and for the next two weeks I forgot everything about stores and shopping – I forgot everything that had ‘worry’ attached to it. As much time as I spent at the gym, I put on some weight particularly around the hip area. It was good for my ego, because I noticed some hottie hunks staring at my butt several times. I hadn’t had time for romance in a long while, but I was still a fully functional female. I needed a man.

So I toyed idly with the idea of picking up a random stranger and shagging him for the night. What did I have to lose?

So thinking, I headed to my room to soak in a Hollywood movie-esq bath, complete with bathing salts and all kinds of lotions. I soaked myself in the bath for minutes, just relaxing and anticipating. When I finished I took my time to get dressed, wearing some sexy underwear and a loose dress. The idea was to look casual, classy…I wanted to look good and I did.

I headed to the bar to scope out my options, and was barely settling in when I noticed a couple seated to the far right. They had their heads together, laughing quietly and I looked away feeling as though I was intruding. But something dragged my stare back to them – and then I couldn’t look away again. I don’t know which one I found most upsetting – the fact that the guy was Obi; my Obi or the fact that the girl he was laughing with was Yewande.

I jejely stood up and made my way back to my room, hoping I wasn’t spotted. That evening – in fact that entire trip was ruined for me. I took the first available flight to Lagos out of the Margaret Ekpo airport the following morning, heart heavy as cold eba. Would I ever get over this guy? And then; he and Yewande?!

It played in a loop; over and over again in my head.

That was barely three months ago. This morning I got a call from Igho, a friend from school I had stayed in touch with asking me to come save her from her abusive husband. When I got there…

Obi was waiting.




34 responses

  1. harun oye

    and yeah.we are also waiting!
    Great read

    January 28, 2013 at 5:32 am

  2. Charles

    Argh!. Must you do this all the time?! Always leaving us hanging. Anyway, it’s always masterly done and we are waiting for more!

    January 28, 2013 at 6:00 am

    • Thank you Charles. It won’t always be like that!!!

      January 28, 2013 at 4:28 pm

  3. Come nor be just one kiss dem share ni? it wasn’t even like the guy roughened her up wella the way girls like but will never admit to, on kiss and you’re milking this.

    This is becoming a Nora Roberts tori jo. Do flashback, after the kiss in the car, them be shag? Shey she became a social pariah of sorts?

    Na boys dey read this tori, so sorry if I miss the emotional giddy part where a kiss can last a lifetime when them nor even marry.

    Look into it and enlighten me.

    E se.

    January 28, 2013 at 6:33 am

    • Thank you for your comments Daireen. However, why would you think I need to milk this? The story’s leading me, I’m just the medium of telling.

      It is life, as they say. Shit happens.

      Thank you!

      January 28, 2013 at 4:29 pm

      • Ah, I will have to say it again though I know you said it’s water under the bridge, ‘sorry’. When I wrote that, I guess I was bored of reading about her and that one kiss.
        I realize it’s a going concern/story thus I apologize again.
        Hope the sequels reignite my passion. :d

        By the way, you did use the ending in the ‘for days and a night’ campaign right?

        January 28, 2013 at 4:59 pm

      • It’s fine, Daireen. I’m human too – prone to mistakes. Therefore I need checks and balances. Thank you so much!!

        January 30, 2013 at 7:04 am

      • Hugs (no homo)

        January 30, 2013 at 9:57 am

  4. ibrahim Ganiyu


    January 28, 2013 at 6:42 am

  5. Hehehehehe Obi o…….*lipsealed* next pls?

    January 28, 2013 at 7:02 am

  6. Seun Odukoya, you are a writer’s sweetheart for the admirable you spurn banal plot to weave a magnificent tale. A fine literary tapestry you done here. But be the sweetest heart there ever was in the world of writing and tie the loose ends together sometime.

    You have mastered the cliffhanger technique, but it didn’t work very well for this tale. The end with Obi being there again like a “bad penny” did not inspire my imagination. I would rather you further exploit the most impossible angle of imagination a reader could possible come up with. What if the heroin become discomfited and tried to play down the presence of Obi, but she fumbled and the shit hit the fan and we become aware that the heroine is the badass that actually played Obi? Ok, you are limited by time, space, word count or patience, but you can compress this tale and make it more intense.

    It is a fine tale, but it can achieve greater beauty with a little make up. Good try. Sir

    January 28, 2013 at 7:36 am

    • O.O

      Mr.are u related to Obiaghon in anyway, cos u totally spew jargons like a writer’s sweetheart *covers face*

      January 28, 2013 at 11:58 am

      • Err…I don’t understand that, but I’m taking that as a compliment! Thank you!

        January 28, 2013 at 4:15 pm

      • Hehehehehehehehehe!!!

        He’s just stating his case, dearie!

        January 28, 2013 at 4:35 pm

    • Thank you Chris. I guess you might find that a bit disconcerting – due to the fact that the first of the story you’re reading is the fourth part. Maybe if you read the other parts it wouldn’t be so confusing.

      Thanks again!

      January 28, 2013 at 4:25 pm

  7. Samuel Okopi

    Well written and interesting piece.

    January 28, 2013 at 8:45 am

  8. Nice and i am also waiting for you/// #PlentyHomo

    January 28, 2013 at 9:20 am

    • Hehehehehehehe!!!

      I know you’re joking!

      Wait. You’re joking, right?

      January 28, 2013 at 4:19 pm

      • of course i am joking…

        February 1, 2013 at 10:31 pm

  9. Afronuts

    Seun, you must have done some real good research there…either that or you have a dependable first hand information from someone. You write it so clearly and convincing that anyone who didn’t know you were male would say a female wrote this.

    I always shy from writing stories with first person female character narrator. I rather prefer 2nd person.

    I know say tori never finish. Neeexxxt!!!

    January 28, 2013 at 9:25 am

  10. Damn! This is some story . . . And yes, like Obi, I’m also WAITING! . . . Next!

    January 28, 2013 at 9:28 am

    • Thank you Geebee! Coming rrrright up!

      January 28, 2013 at 4:18 pm

    • Coming rrrrriight uP!!!

      Thank you.

      January 28, 2013 at 4:26 pm

    • meme

      geebee, am waiting for your own too ohh. stop leaving me half way on your blog

      January 29, 2013 at 2:11 pm

      • Hehehehehehehehehe!!!


        January 30, 2013 at 7:03 am

  11. tizzle essien

    Ur good can’t lie about dat. I dnt usually read stuff like this, but you got me kinda hooked. Nice

    January 28, 2013 at 3:35 pm

    • Thank you so much! Hope you keep coming back!!!

      January 28, 2013 at 4:14 pm

  12. I like the way you leave your reader hanging, continuing the story in his end after the last full stop. This is a good read. Nice one, Seun.

    January 29, 2013 at 7:44 pm

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