Clean Slates and Marathons

There’s something about starting off the New Year with a frenzy that never gets old. We tend to feel like we have a fresh slate, a new lease on life to start again and so inadvertently we put ourselves under undue pressure to run and achieve and before the first quarter is over, we find ourselves burning out.

I’d been thinking of putting out a few tweets but my restless mind wouldn’t let me articulate properly so I settled for a blogpost instead.

First of all, breathe. It’s a New Year, yes but you can leave some of the pressure behind.

At the end of last year, so many people wrote reviews (I did too). Some had had a fantastic 2017 with countless accomplishments, some had a not so great year and if you’re human like me, you may have felt a pinch reading some of the reviews and asking yourself why your year could not have been as great or why you could not achieve as much. Again, breathe.

Now the New Year is here and there is a measure of pressure to accomplish so much so you can also write about them. But slow down for a minute and think on this. Life is in seasons, and there are phases for our journeys so you must be patient with the process. I have written about the need to stay in your process before and this post is to reiterate that specifically for the New Year.

You must pace yourself out. Refuse the pressure to succeed overnight at anything. Refuse the pressure to suddenly get married or make babies or get a job or buy a car or own your house or even landed property. I know this is easier said than done but see, your peace of mind is so important! I say refuse the pressure because if you aren’t careful, you will find yourself measuring your progress with the scale of others’ journeys whereas you do not know all the details that make up theirs. Take some time off social media for a bit if you will. I promise it helps ease the pressure. Because if you can’t see some stuff, then you can’t be envious. Pace yourself out.

Towards the end of last year, I came across this brief thread by @Gbemisoke on Twitter, it had to do with her personal experience and it resonated deeply with me.

See, while you are in your process, people will attain the things you desire  even before you do. Find courage to be genuinely happy for them without malice while you stay in your process of building, trusting and waiting. Because there is the law of seed time and harvest and some seeds take a greater time to grow than others. But by all means nurture patiently till your harvest comes.

As we venture into 2018, here’s a friendly reminder to you to:

  1. Stay in your process. Embrace your journey. Own your process and love it.
  2. Mind your business. Comparing yourself with others will nearly always leave you feeling inadequate. But you don’t even know what makes the other person lose sleep at night. Every rose garden has got its thorns.
  3. Take care of your mental health. Don’t let anyone fool you into thinking depression isn’t a thing. Be deliberate about what you feed your mind with and the people you let into your space.
  4. Invest in a journal. If you use an iPhone, try the DayOne app. It is so efficient for documenting your journey and for measuring growth. iPhone or not, invest in a journal and be dedicated to it. You can thank me later.
  5. Embrace an attitude of gratitude for all that you have while waiting and working for all you desire.
  6. Choose to be happy. Be deliberate about this. Indulge in your favourite past times on occasion. Choose your happy. Do not leave that to chance.
  7. Set SMART goals and be strategic and deliberate about executing them.
  8. Consciously reject pressure brought on by the experience of others. It can be such a drainer.

The New Year is a marathon and if you know anything about running, you’ll agree with me that you don’t use the same pace for a sprint as you would a marathon. Again, pace yourself out, be deliberate about your journey and enjoy your process.

May the New Year be kind to you, but more importantly, may you be kinder to yourself in the New Year.

Love, Light and Good Vibes only.

@Oge_writes

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2017 In which I Lived My Best Life Yet

I remember exactly where this picture was taken, when it was taken and exactly how I felt in that moment. It was the eve of my 25th birthday. I was sitting on a ledge overlooking the River Seine in Paris and there was a wellspring of happiness and perfect contentment, bubbling from deep within my heart and overflowing well over on the outside.

In so many ways, 2017 has been my year and if you have followed my reviews since 2014, you will agree with me. 2017 was the year in which I lived my best life, maintained my authenticity and deliberately chose to be happy.

At the end of my 2016 review, I came up with a relatively simple plan for 2017.

  • Live vivaciously but make responsible choices.
  • Read a lot more.
  • Travel some more. My goal is to visit at least 4 new countries. A girl can dream no?
  • Throw fear out the window and choose love, peace and happiness.

And as the sun sets on 2017, my heart is bubbling over with joy and contentment because I lived out my simple plan for 2017. And I will share that journey, as usual, with a breakdown of each month.

January

2017 began on a really high note for me. I was in the US with cousins I hadn’t seen in over a decade and as the turnup Queen/Minister of enjoyment that I am, we were moving across cities and lighting the entire place up. The first couple of weeks in January were super LIT!!!

I returned to Scotland in the middle of the month and my body broke down from excess enjoyment. Lol. But there was the amazing Bridget to nurse me back to health.

February

February was good to me. My mooting partner and I won the semi-finals of the Main faculty mooting competition for my Law School and I was really excited and equally nervous for the finals. I was mostly buried in school work in February and then I had moments of doubt with one of life’s numerous choices. Look, fear is such a killer. We must learn always, always to replace our fear with faith. It’s really hard but it’s well worth it.

March

Mooting finals came and we won! It was surely the best way to start the month! The result of this win was that my name would go up in the “hall of fame” at the Law School library as one of the winners of the 2017 main faculty moot. I was super pumped.

I lost an essay competition I’d entered into but this didn’t dampen my mood at all. I had a lot going for me and I was super content. School work was a bit intense but I powered through. I lost an aunt this month and it hit me hard.

On the up side, I began making active plans towards my travel goals for the year and that had me excited for the most of March. I also realized I’d put on some ridiculous weight and it was time to hit the gym again. Being thick is attractive to some people but I wasn’t sure it was for me. Heh.

On a whole, March was really, really good to me. Especially the 8th of March 🙂

April

The best month. Always the best month!!

It began with a lot of pressure with school work. Then my Schengen visa came through and mans got on a plane to go see the city of Paris for Spring break.

See ehn, find you some good friends. Honestly, find you some really good friends who think the world of you. Because the month of April for me was made perfect by some of the best friends anyone could ever ask for. I spent two weeks of the Easter holidays in Paris touring, laughing and living my best life without a single care in the world. I had people who ascribed the highest level of  value to me go out of their way to prove their love for me in kind words and dinner on a boat cruise for my 25th birthday. I still can’t get over it. I shed so many happy tears that day (yes, I bring on the waterworks pretty easy. Sue me.) My birthdays have progressively gotten better through the years and this 25th one legit took the cake.

Of course I had to embarrass my friends by turning cartwheels randomly in the middle of the streets of Orleans. That’s my trademark. Constant unruliness.

April was really, really good to me. I laughed, a whole lot, I smiled till my cheeks hurt and for every single day of the month, my heart was full.

May

Final exams. I’d been preparing through the semester and when they came, I felt really ready. And after the exams came the groove. Next to April, May was another awesome month. I hit my travel goals when I went on a Euro tour with my cousins. From London to Rome to Barcelona to Paris and then Frankfurt. I hit my target of 4 new countries this year and it was really exciting. Travelling opens your mind in more ways than you could ever imagine and I was so glad I could do it.

Rome was warm and welcoming. I definitely want to go again sometime. Barcelona was mehh at first but then we took a hike up the Montjuic castle and the view was so rewarding plus the salsa with gorgeous, waist-winding Latino men? Yes please!!!!!!

I’d been to Paris before but we checked out new sights together and Frankfurt was more like a quiet getaway- a time to rest from all the travelling.

Best believe I stamped my signature unruliness across Europe though, cartwheeling at St Peter’s Basilica, dancing randomly at malls, train stations and on the streets. Lol. So, so extra this one. The Lord be with the man that chooses to wife me.

May was really, really good to me.

June

The month began with depression. It was as though my enemies reckoned I’d been having too much of a good year and they had to get me. I failed one of my courses. Ok not fail like I had to rewrite it, but I scored a D which is as good as a fail in my books. And that totally unexpected grade knocked the wind out of my sails. That should have been one of the easiest courses, I had worked so hard and it made no sense at all. But Abba had a lesson coming.

Anyways, I spent the weekend with my phone off, crying and just totally out of it. But Eloho came to my rescue and so did Mr. N. I know both of you will read this- bless your hearts for being such incredible gifts to me. And bless your heart too dear Bridget! I can’t imagine how unbearable it must have been, living with me for those 3 days but you are such a gem.

Guys, find you some really good friends that will move mountains for you. ‘nuff said.

Ah, I was saying Abba had a lesson coming. Almost 3 weeks after the results came out, I showed up at my graduation not exactly excited. Another degree in the bag. No big deal. Well, until I received my certificate and saw that I’d made a Distinction. See, when you will and run and Abba decides to show you mercy, it is such a beautiful sight to behold. I wept happy tears (Yes, again with the waterworks. Sue me na). Hard work for all the 2 years had paid off. Baby girl had an LLB with Distinction.

Definitely my favourite grad picture 😁

And then the day after, I got on a flight and moved back home to Nigeria.

July

The first leg of Law School resumed in Bwari. I got frustrated by the registration process that took 6 hours but still wouldn’t finish. (If only I knew what would happen in Lagos a few months later. LOL.)

There’s something about coming from a system that works down to a place where inefficiency is the order of the day. I still can’t wrap my head around it. And no amount of mental preparation was enough to equip me for the madness.

But in the midst of all the chaos, I met good people, made new friends and tried my best to settle into life in Nigeria. For whatever it is worth, this is home.

August

Ah. August was a really good month filled with lots of love, laughter and wide and wild smiles. Law school was still on but there were so many good vibes coming my way that I didn’t feel any pressure. I also did more reading this month and that left me feeling happy.

September

Snuck into Lagos for small weekend getaway and I totally had a blast. September started on a really good note for me and that long weekend away from the stress of school was so needed.

I read Trevor Noah’s ‘Born a Crime’ and it was brilliant. Totally my book of the year.

Wrote Bar 1 exams which were pretty ok. Just like that, 3 months of Bar 1 had flown by and that phase was over. At the end of the month, I moved back to Lagos, supposed city after my heart. El Oh El.

October

Food poisoning had me admitted at the hospital with drips and injections being pumped into my system for a whole day. Was quite a horrid way to start the month, but I bounced back. Commuting around Lagos was super stressful, I lowkey began to contemplate my supposed love for the city. Fam, Lagos is stressful. (Note to Mr. N; if you remind me about that blogpost on falling in love with Lagos again ehn…)

October was a good month, save for the stress of commuting. I met up with a lot of old friends I hadn’t seen in years and made a couple of new ones too. Of course you know by now that I am people person. Relationships and human interactions in general excite me.

November

Hehehehe. Bar 2 of the Nigerian Law School resumed in Lagos and I spent one full week doing registration. I almost went mental! To think that I’d complained about 6 hours in Abuja months before, only to come and do one full week in Lagos. I am tired of Nigeria abeg. Send help.

Classes began and they were every bit as intense as I’d been warned they would be. But then again I am Oge, the poster kid for workaholism so I fell into step after a couple of weeks.

Then I had the opportunity to do something really amazing for a short gig and it worked out so well. I was super happy and proud.

December

This month has been a fine mix of everything. I had a meltdown after struggling with power issues in school. It wasn’t just the power to be honest. So many things about being back in Nigeria had been chipping at me over the last 6 months. “Death by a thousand cuts” a friend called it. And so it was that I found myself in my room on a Sunday morning wailing buckets and nearly cussing myself out for moving back to Nigeria. Brethren, send help.

I made it through the remainder of school and fled to the comfort of my mother’s arms the moment we got a break; after my body reacted violently to the stress it had endured of course. And then I came home to super amazing news such that all the suffering I’d endured so far suddenly became inconsequential. Abba remains super faithful.

My 2017 is nearly at its end and I am so grateful for all that the year has been for me because just like I set out to do this year;

  1. I lived vivaciously as you could tell from the numerous trademarks of my unruliness across different cities.
  2. I read a lot more books than I have in the last 3 or 4 years put together. 12 in total. Hopefully more next year if Law School will let me see road.
  3. I travelled a lot. 5 new countries this year even more than the 4 I originally set out to achieve. So proud of myself and so thankful too.
  4. I threw fear out the window and chose love, although to be fair, sometimes it did feel like fear was hanging on the window sill mocking me and daring me to shut it out completely. I still have some work to do in that department. As for peace and happiness, those pretty much sum up the entirety of my year.

My writing suffered this year. I didn’t write any series for the blog even though I had a couple I was working on. School pressure never let me make enough progress to begin sharing and I certainly did not want to start and leave you guys hanging. If you read Damage Control, you’ll understand. But I did some screenplays and I’ll be happy to share when production is finally complete. The blog grew to over 100,000 hits this year. Thank you guys for sticking around. I will make up for this season. Best believe.

For 2018, I plan to keep it even simpler- Stay authentic and keep living my best life.

It’s the parents’ wedding anniversary today. 3 decades and then some. May 2018 for you be as fresh and flourishing as the love I see them openly display for each other. It is the absolute cutest thing.

Love, Light and Positive Vibes!

@Oge_writes

For Wukeh; The Friend that sticks closer than a brother

Meeting and being friends with you changed my life.

You are the gift that keeps on giving.

You have blessed my life’s journey with your kindness and your warmth.

You overwhelm me with your love in the way and manner that Jesus would.

And you have facilitated some of the deepest and greatest connections I now have 😉

I remain thankful for you with every passing year.

Thankful for the Jesus-expression that you are.

Thankful for your solid counsel through every chaotic season.

Thankful for your unyielding and unwavering faith when doubts assail me.

Thankful for every random act of kindness you have sent my way.

Thankful for your assurance that you always have my back.

I remain thankful for you and your essence.

I could write an entire book on your person and how you love people so tangibly. An entire book would not even suffice to share on how you inspire, motivate and encourage. You give yourself so freely to everyone in need and somehow you never seem to run out of steam.

I could write an entire book and maybe some day I would. But for today, let a short blogpost suffice.

You are amazing Wukeh and I’ll never stop telling the world about you; the incredible human that transformed my life.

You’re my favourite person for all season and I love you so!

Happy Birthday my precious 💜💜

Oceans Apart (20) by Milli

Behi lay on her bed reflecting on all that had happened in the last few weeks. It had been a rollercoaster of events and it had taught her a really big lesson. All because she wanted to get back at her ex she had almost lost the love of her life. Bimbo had almost lost his life to. She had been putting up pictures and captions about forgiveness on her social media platforms. She hoped it would minister to someone out there. She also thought about how her revenge plan had put a strain on her and Osas’s relationship. She had been her best friend for such a long time and had always been there for her in the good times and the bad. She could have lost her as well and all for what, all for nothing. In all of this, she was glad the drama was over and things had settled down.

Bimbo silently got dressed in his hospital ward. He was going to be discharged soon. He had packed up all his things and could not wait to leave. He was not exactly the praying type but he knew deep down that it was God who had saved him from that terrible accident. He had another chance to live as a better person which he was going to do. He was a different person now. Although he was still going to be using crutches for some time he was so grateful to be alive.  He said a prayer of thanks to God and asked that He help him live a better life. He thanked God that Behi and Dozie had forgiven him as well. He finished dressing up and went down to the reception to wait for his dad. He was walking of these hospital doors a new man.

Dozie was packing up his bags and other things for his journey. He and Emeka were leaving the next day. He was glad the days of drama were over. He had no idea all of this was going to happen when he came. He just wanted to surprise his girlfriend but lo and behold he got stabbed. Sometimes he still could not believe all of this had happened. He was glad Behi had learnt her lesson. He had seen a different side of her he had never seen before. The anger in her eyes when she slapped Bimbo that day at the restaurant was something he never wanted to see again. He felt bad she had not told him about Bimbo in the early days of their relationship but he could not blame her. It was not easy for one to start talking about all that. He folded his last piece of clothing and put it in his box.

NEXT DAY

“Hmmm….some people are not crying…or should I say wailing.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”, Behi asked giving Osas a puzzled look.

“Er…it’s just that the last time somebody was leaving for London I did not hear word. Some people’s tears could fill a bucket”

“Go away jo”, Behi said picking a throw pillow and hurling it at Osas.

“It’s true now”…Osas, said laughing.

“Yes, you are right.”

“So are you following him to the airport?”

“Yea I am”

“You know the last time you couldn’t go because you could not bear it…..chai…me to I will love o”

Behi shook her head, This girl was just a clown.

“What about you though…I mean you haven’t dated anyone in a while”

“Abeg ….I’m not ready jare. Just leave that one. I know you just want to change the subject. Don’t bother because I will not let you rest today.”

Behi laughed. This girl knew her so well. She would meet up with Dozie later that day. He would be gone for about six months after which he would return finally. Osas decided to come stay with her until it was time for her to leave. Osas was truly the best friend ever.

Eno had missed his friend. He was glad he was finally coming back. He was also happy that Bimbo had been discharged. The past few weeks had been something else. Bimbo had really gone through a lot of pain. He actually shed a few tears when Chuki had sent him pictures of Bimbo and the car. He was in a terrible state and the car was a complete write off. A guy who was so jovial and vibrant had been reduced to almost nothing. He had prayed every single day for his two friends and God had answered. He was glad that Bimbo had apologised to Dozie. This accident had really humbled him. He couldn’t wait to now see the new Bimbo. However that will be till Christmas as he planned to go back to Nigeria then. He wondered how things would have turned out if he had told Dozie what had been going on form the start maybe things would not have gotten this bad.  He was glad it had all come to an end.

“Hey boo”, Behi said giving Dozie a hug.

“Hey, how are you doing?”

“Very well my love, I am really happy.”

“You should be sad…I’m leaving”.

“Yea but you are coming back…..or aren’t you?”

“Er…I don’t know…might stay and marry some Bri-ish lady”….. Dozie said in a funny accent

“Okay o…..I will just pretend as if I didn’t hear what you just said”

“Hehehehe….you know I can never leave you, he said pulling her into his arms”

“Awww”

“I am so glad we were able to get through this boo….I am sorry for everything again.”

“It’s all in the past now baby you don’t have to apologise”

With that, he gave her a kiss. At that point Emeka walked in

“Hey, please o…I don’t want to spoil” , he said laughing.

“Are you all set?”

“Yes, I have put all the boxes in the car.”

“Alright guess we are good to go. Let’s go in and see mum one last time”

They all went into the house and their mum prayed for them and blessed them.

The drive to the airport was fun as they relived the good times they had had in their relationship and teased Emeka about not having a girlfriend. He told them he still was not ready to get into a serious relationship but said that he really loved what they had and was very happy they were able to get through the whole ordeal.  When they got to the airport Behi helped the brothers with their bags and waited with them a bit.

“So tell me something, were you afraid or should I say jealous when I said I would stay back and marry a British lady?”

“No…I wasn’t”

“Hmmmm….really”

“Okay…maybe a little”

“Hehehe…I knew it. Six months isn’t a long time baby. I’ll be back and we will take our relationship to a whole new level. Please don’t just hide anything from me again alright?”

“I promise I won’t”

“I love you very much”

“I love you too baby”

He hugged her tight and gave her a quick kiss.

“Dozie…we need to go o…we cannot miss this flight again”, Emeka said tapping Dozie’s shoulder.

“Take care Behi we will miss you”, said Emeka giving her a hug.

“Bye loves”

She watched them walk away until she couldn’t see them anymore. She walked out of the airport back to where her car was packed enjoying the cool breeze of the evening on her face.  As she entered her car she said a prayer for the boys. Everything was fine and everything will even be better when Dozie got back. She was one lucky girl. She drove home as happy as ever thinking about the wonderful days she and Dozie had ahead of them.

Yes!!!! Ocean Apart has finally come to an end. However I want to say a very big thankyou to God Almighty for giving me the strength to write this series trust me it was not easy but He was faithful. Thank you to Ogechi Nwobia, who used her blog as a platform for me to share this series. We have never met but she is an amazing person and an amazing writer as well. Thank you to every single person who has read this series and has encouraged me in one way or the other. To those who leave comments as well I say thank you for taking time out to do so. To those who give me constructive feedback I say thank you as well. I promise I won’t stop writing. I hope you all were able to learn something from this.

God bless you all.

Oseremen ‘Milli’ Okpere

Oceans Apart (19) by Milli

“Wait… I am not sure I heard you correctly…please can you repeat what you just said?

“I said I am Chief Adekoya…the father of the young man who stabbed your son. You have a very lovely house by the way”

Dozie’s mother could not believe what she just heard. How dare he come to her house..how did he even find her? Anyway he was wasting his time if he had come to make amends. She was not going to drop the charges matter what.

“Get out!!!!”

“Pardon?”

“I said get out…leave my house…I cannot believe that you have the audacity to show up here after what your son did. Who even gave you the address to this place?”

Emeka ran upstairs to get Dozie.

“Someone is in the house and mummy is really upset please you need to come”.

“Who is the person?”

“Just come now…you will know when you get downstairs.”

“Okay”.

They both quickly went downstairs and saw their mum screaming and shouting at Chief Adekoya.

When she saw them…she told Dozie who the man was. He couldn’t believe his ears when he heard it.

“Good evening gentleman”, Mr Adekoya said,…I beleive you are the one my son stabbed.”

“Yes I am”. Dozie answered rather coldly,

“I just want to talk to your mum for a little while”.

“I am not talking to you…leave my house or I will call the police!!!”

“Mummy please…. listen to what he has to say.”

I said NO!!!….infact I am going upstairs..when you are ready to leave Chief whatever you call yourself you can leave” with that, she stormed upstairs.

“I guess it’s you I have to talk to I cannot blame your mum for acting this way ..can I have a seat please?..I have been standing since I got here..I’m not very young you know”,  Chief Adekoya said smiling.

Dozie was a bit puzzled at Chief’s calmness. I mean he was supposed to be begging for forgiveness but instead, he was smiling and asking for a seat.

He signaled to Emeka to leave them alone.

“Sure…… you can sit down”

“Thank you. First of all I want to apologise for what my son did to you he let his strong will get the better of him”

Dozie did not know how to react. This guy was very calm while he spoke. He began to wonder if he was really understood the gravity of what his son did.

“Okay”

“I’m also aware your mother has pressed charges and I have come to ask her to drop them on my son’s behalf. When he is discharged from the hospital he will come and tender his own apologies.”

“Erm…from what happened some minutes ago, I am sure you are smart enough to realise that my mum is not going to drop the charges.”

“Young man I know my son stabbed you but you should still give me the respect I deserve”.

“Your son stabbed me for crying out loud. Instead of you to be sober, you are here talking to me about respect.”  His anger was rising.

I am sober…If I wasn’t trust me I would not be here. Please tell your mother to drop the charges.

“She will not”

“It’s for her own good because the truth is, she will not win.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because one phone call from me, and the case will be completely wiped out like it never existed….I mean I could have done that without coming here and every single lawyer your mum goes to will turn her down but out of respect I came to speak with her. I know you are a smart guy. Convince your mum to drop the case and let bygones be bygones.

With that, he stood up, dropped his card on the table, and said, “Keep me posted on your mum’s response thank you for your time. I will be waiting for your call. By the way not many people have the number on this particular card… so be wise” .

Dozie was dumb founded and watched him as he left the house.

…………………………………………………………………………………………………

A WEEK LATER

Bimbo was elated. He was getting better and the pains had drastically reduced. Best news of all was he was going to be discharged soon. He could not wait. He told Eno the good news and he was so happy for him.  One thing that still troubled him was that he needed to see Dozie. He needed to apologise to him. He had learnt a really big lesson from all this drama. He closed his eyes and without wasting time he fell fast asleep.

“I guess Emeka and I sorted out now…we have overstayed our welcome, Dozie said.

“Yes you are my love,” Behi said.

He had just finished booking tickets for their trip back to London.

“So are you still going to see him?”

“Yes I am….will drop you at home before I head over there.”

“Okay”.

Dozie had decided that he was going to see Bimbo. That seemed to be the last thing for him to do so that he could put all that had happened behind him. He dropped Behi at home and headed to the hospital where Bimbo was. Osas had told him his room number.

Bimbo was trying to open a bar of chocolate when Dozie knocked and entered the room. Bimbo could not believe his eyes. He just stared at Dozie without saying anything.

“Hope you are getting better?”, Dozie asked.

“Er…er….yes..yes I am…sorry it’s just you are the last person I expected to see”

“I know…I’m happy you are  getting better. Honestly I just want to close this chapter. I…”

“Please …let me talk first. Dozie I am extremely sorry for what I did to you and Behi. Honestly it was not worth it I…. almost lost my life. I did have a good…. chance with Behi some years back but….. I am sure she has told you I was pretty messed up back then. I have always believed that you can get…. anything or in this case any girl… you want but I went about it the wrong way. I should have simply… left her alone. I also…know that….my dad got involved and that’s …why your mother…dropped the charges. Dozie please for all of this…forgive me. I beg you. I think I have been punished enough. You have no idea what the first few weeks were like.

Dozie was touched. It was obvious he had some difficulty in talking which made him a bit slow when doing so but he still pushed himself to say all he did. He also saw from the look on his face that he was sober. It was time for him to do his own part and accept his forgiveness.

“Well spoken….I forgive you.”

As soon as he said those words he knew deep down in his heart that this drama was finally over.

Stay tuned for the Series Finale which comes up on the 24th. Don’t miss it.

Oceans Apart (18) by Milli


“Wow, all this happened in the space of two hours?”, Amara asked.

“Hmmm, yes o. In fact I don’t even have the full details. I have tried to get the info from him but it’s so obvious he does not want to tell me.” Vivian said

“Most important thing is that he is fine and hopefully he gets back in good time before school resumes.”

“Yes.”

They both talked for a little while before Amara hung up. Vivian went to the kitchen to make herself some cereal to eat. She had spoken to Dozie a couple of times after he had been discharged but every time she brought up the topic of them seeing, he always gave her some sort of excuse. The same thing happened when she asked about details about what happened the night he was stabbed. She sighed as she carried her bowl of the cereal to the sitting room. It was obvious he did not want to get close to her. As she put the TV on she decided that she would give him his space. She was done trying to reconnect with him.

Chief Adekoya had gotten all the information he needed too about Dozie. Apparently his mum had gone ahead to press charges for attempted murder. He had to put a stop to this because there was no way his child was going to appear in a court room much more go to prison. He decided that he would visit the mum over the weekend. He had told Bimbo the news and the poor lad was extremely scared. It took him sometime to calm him down. He was going to do whatever he had to put a stop to this.

“I really do hope he’s getting better”, Behi said to Osas as she drove to the hospital where Bimbo was.

“Well he is much better than he was first brought into the hospital.”

“Okay”.

As they walked inside the hospital, Behi was a bit nervous. The last she remembered of Bimbo was when he had threatened her not to tell anyone he had stabbed Dozie.

“Are you okay?”, Osas asked.

“Yes I am.”

On getting to the door of his room, Behi was so nervous she did not want to go in.

Osas calmed her down and told her that everything would be fine.

She finally calmed down and they went in. She was horrified when she saw him. He was a shadow of himself. She put her hand over her mouth. He was in this state because of her. Bimbo at the other end of the room could not believe who he was seeing. It was Behi. She had actually come to see him. He really wanted to hug her and apologise for all the things he had done but he couldn’t. Before he knew what was happening, she had put her hands around him and hugged him. Pain shot through his body as she did but he didn’t care because she probably would never hug him again. So he decided to “enjoy” this moment.

“You came…you actually came.”

“Yes…yes…I did….she began to cry.

“Please don’t cry….I have caused you enough pain already.”

Osas silently left the room.

“It’s my fault as well that you are here…you don’t know how happy I am that you survived this accident I would have never forgiven myself if you didn’t make it.”

She finally let go of him and sat down. She looked around the room which was filled cards, some flowers and stuff to nibble.

“You are loved o….see cards everywhere.”

“Yea…literally everyone has been here except for Eno and you of course.”

“I am so sorry Bimbo…I cannot believe things went this far….I have learnt my lesson”

“Same here…I mean I have been in this hospital for almost two and a half weeks and all because of what…”

“It was not worth at all”.

“I am so sorry Behi…I know I hurt you in the past but this time I admit I went too far. I am sorry for hurting you and your boyfriend….please I beg you for the bottom of my heart for everything I have done to you please forgive me.”

“I forgive you and I am sorry as well for lying to you and leading you on just to hurt you. Please forgive me Bimbo.

“I forgive you too. I intend to visit your boyfriend when I am out of here. I want to ask for his forgiveness as well.

Hearing that, Behi sighed. That morning, Dozie had told her that his mum was being stubborn and refused to drop the charges even though the lawyer was not being so responsive. She did not know if it would be appropriate to tell Bimbo about it.

“Why are you sighing?”

“Nothing”

“Is he going to punch me in the face?…..because I actually do deserve it. “ He said, laughing.

Behi did not smile.

“What’s wrong?”

Nothing..it’s just that…it’s Dozie’s mum….she…

“She has pressed charges for attempted murder.”

“You know already?”`

“Yes pops told me”

“Oh…”

“He’s handling it….I don’t blame his mum though…I went too far”

“Your dad should be able to handle it.”

“Yea…fingers crossed.”

She stayed for a little while and she called Osas to come back into the room.

Getting back into the room, Osas knew from their demeanor that they had ironed things out. She said a silent prayer thanking God for getting her friend through all this.

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Chief Adekoya called his driver for the umpteenth time.

“Kayode….where are you for God’s sake?”

“Ma bi nu sir traffic dey too much for here.”

“If you had just gone to drop these things yesterday we will not be in this mess.”

“E jo sir….no vex”

“I am waiting”.

“Okay sir”.

Chief Adekoya waited patiently for his driver and hoped that his visit to Dozie’s house would be a productive one. He hoped his mother was even around. He had gotten in touch with the lawyer Dozie’s mum had hired and had cajoled him to stall the case until he had spoken to Dozie’s mum. Kayode finally arrived and he made his way to the car. It was a smooth ride to the house. When he got there he knocked on the gate and a young lad opened it.

Good evening Oga sir…who you wan see?”

“Good evening please I would like to see Mrs Okechukwu the madam of the house.”

At the point Emeka came out of the house. He saw chief and the gateman talking and went to find out what was going on. Chief Adekoya introduced himself and Emeka ushered him into the house.

“Mum there is someone here to see you.”

“Who?…tell the person I am coming”.

She came and Chief Adekoya stood up, introduced himself and shook her hand.

“You are welcome chief but why have you come here?”

“I am actually the father of the young man who stabbed your son with a screwdriver.”

Oceans Apart (17) by Milli 


Bimbo sat on his hospital bed scrolling through the phone Tomisin had given him. His own phone was a write off because of the crash so Chuki helped his retrieve his number and Tomisin dug out one of his old Samsung phones so he could use it for now. The past week had been something else. It was difficult to do everything. It was difficult to eat, to bath and to move around with the crutches it was even difficult to sleep.

As he scrolled further down the “get well soon” messages, he thought about all the people that had come to see him. Close friends, friends, colleagues even his boss had come as well. The table in the room was filled with cards and chocolates. He really liked chocolates and to be honest he really felt loved. However he could not stop thinking about Osas, Behi and Dozie it was not like he was expecting to see the last two but he thought Osas would have stopped by at least. Chuki had told him how he ran into her at some supermarket Eno had called him a few days back as well and she was the one who had told him he was in the hospital so she was aware of his condition.

He really wanted to know how Dozie was doing and Osas was the only one who could tell him that. Then again, why would she even come he stabbed her best friend’s boyfriend. He lay down on the bed again. Doing that was painful as well. This past week had given him a lot of time to think and he had realised that everything he had done was not worth it. He was in the hospital in pain all because he wanted to get back at Behi. Dozie had done nothing wrong as well. He actually felt bad. Yes he knew that he was quite arrogant to be honest but this experience had made him as humble as ever.

“I have to make things right once I am out of here.” He said out loud. “This was not worth it at all”. With that the door opened and his father walked in and sat down beside him. Bimbo did not bother trying to sit up and he had just laid down a few minutes ago.

“How are you doing today?”

“Well I am still in pain but it’s not as bad as it was last week”

“That’s good. Your mum told me she was here yesterday.”

“Yes she was.”

“Are you ready to talk to me now?”

Bimbo was silent.

“I have told you…I was in a hurry to get somewhere.”

“Bimbo I am not a child…I want the truth.”

“Why…you never really cared about anything going on with me so why now?”

Those words pierced Chief Adekoya’s heart like a sharp knife because they were actually true.

“I know I haven’t been the best dad but I am ready to make amends. When I got a call that you were here as any normal parent should be I was worried and then when I came and actually saw you I couldn’t believe my eyes son. My heart sunk. You looked terrible. The cuts on your body seemed uncountable. You looked lifeless but I just had to comport myself. After I went home, I sat to think about a lot of things and I realised that I have not been a good father to you my son. I know it’s not too late. I know we can build that relationship we used to have when you were much younger before your mum and I started having issues. Please son, give me another chance.”

Tears welled up in Bimbo’s eyes. He could not believe that his dad had just said those to words to him. He wanted to make amends. These last few years they had hardly said anything to each other. All he did was send cash even when he had told him he didn’t want his money anymore. Despite the pain he was in, he sat up and reached out to give his dad a hug.

“I am so sorry son”, Chief Adekoya said.

It’s okay dad. I am sorry too.”

When they left each other his father said. “Are you ready to tell me everything now?”

“Yes”.

Bimbo told every single thing that had happened. When he finished the first thing Chief Adekoya did was laugh. Bimbo was surprised.

“What is funny?”, Bimbo said rather annoyed this time.

“So technically you are in the hospital because of a woman”, he laughed again.

Bimbo frowned. ‘Please tell me something I don’t know”.

Bimbo’s father said he would get someone to track Dozie’s family down and would go and apologise by himself. He knew the boy was definitely alive. Also form the way he son had spoken, he knew he was sober and had learnt his lesson and he was grateful that his son had given him a second chance.

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“He was discharged two days ago”, Behi said. Osas took another slice of pizza and asked, “ That’s great so when are you going to do the needful.”

“Tomorrow…I don’t even know what to expect”.

“I don’t know either.”

“I am just happy that Dozie is back home.”

“Me too”.

“I mean if someone had told me all this was going to happen I wouldn’t have believed it. Like I have so learnt my lesson. This will never repeat itself .”

“I am glad you have….so ..erm…Bimbo is in the hospital.”

“Ah ah…what happened….is he sick?”

“No he had an accident the same day he stabbed Dozie.”

“Oh no…no…no…all this is because of me………two of them are hurt because of me.”

“Is he alright…please tell me….I need to know.”

“I haven’t seen him yet but he’s recovering little by little.”

At this point Behi was angry with herself. “I was so stupid and heartless…I am a terrible person Osas.”

“No you are not, the most important thing is that you have realised your mistake and you need to make amends. Trust me everything would be fine okay”

“Okay but Osas we need to see him…I need to see him…I need to apologise for what I did.”

“I know babe…we will but deal with Dozie’s mum and brother first.”

“Okay”. Behi said cleaning the tears that were forming in her eyes.

Next Day

As she drove to Dozie’s house, so many things were running through her mind. What if they don’t take things well and tell Dozie to end things with her? His family was wonderful and they had accepted her just the way she was. It was really wrong for her to have lied to them. Even when Dozie was away his mum used to call her to check up on her. She was really afraid and at some point she felt like turning back and heading home. She said a silent prayer to God to give her strength to do what she had to. She felt better when she had prayed and then felt a sudden urge to stop at church to pray as well. She didn’t know where this feeling had come from but she decided to follow through with it. She stopped by and went into the prayer room of the church. It will be the first time because she had never entered the room before. It was a small room with a really big bible on a stand that was in the middle of the room. The bible was opened. She walked towards the bible and her eye fell on a particular verse. It was Psalm 28:7

“The Lord is my strength and my shield. He helps me and my heart is filled with joy. I burst out in songs of thanksgiving”

The words made her drop to her knees and she thanked God for leading her here and asked for forgiveness. She prayed for Bimbo as well and finally prayed that God strengthens her and gives her the words to speak when she gets to Dozie’s house. She knew God had definitely led her here. When she was done praying and she stood up, she felt some sort of calmness. The feeling of fear and uncertainty were gone and she felt more confident. When she got to Dozie’s house, she knocked and Emeka came to open the door.

“Hey Behi”

“Hi dear…hope you are fine”

“Hmm…I am o…just happy to have my brother back home”.

“Emeka!!! Who is that?”, his mum shouted form the kitchen.

Behi’s heart skipped a beat when she heard her voice

“It’s Behi”

“Hey….my Edo princess”, she said as she came out of the kitchen

“Good afternoon ma.”

“My dear…God will bless you…Dozie told me how you always came to visit him every single day. I couldn’t have asked for another girl for my son. God will bless you for the amount of time you sacrificed to go to that hospital everyday Chineke ga-agozi ma na – edebe gi. I know it was not easy for you to sacrifice all that time. In fact, I don’t know why he has not asked you to marry him….”

She went on and on and Behi could feel her eyes getting wet already. How was she supposed to start explaining to this woman that she had lied to her and besides she had not seen Dozie anywhere. As if Emeka knew what she was thinking he said “Let me get Dozie…he’s upstairs”. Behi nodded.

Few minutes later Dozie joined them on the dining table and his mum went on and on about how Dozie should make sure he treats Behi well and vice versa. They both sat across each other and kept glancing at each other as she spoke. Dozie could see the sadness in Behi’s eyes. They gave her away all the time. She needed reassurance. Few minutes later they both excused themselves and went out of the house to talk for a while. He reassured her that everything would eventually be alright and that she shouldn’t worry. They went into the house and Dozie said “Mum Behi would like to tell you something”.

“Ah ah….I hope all is well.”

“Yes it is.”

All three sat and down and Behi told Dozie’s mum every single thing that had happened and the person that stabbed Dozie adding that he was still in the hospital. She finished by asking for forgiveness. Dozie’s mum was speechless at first she couldn’t believe what she had just heard. After a while she said “Revenge is never the answer…you allowed your hurt push you to do unthinkable things but I am glad you have learnt your lesson but as for that Bimbo he is not going scot free I am going to press charges. He cannot hurt my son and get away with it.”

Translation

Chineke ga-agozi ma na – edebe gi. – God will bless and keep you.