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06/05/2024

FALSE BELIEF BY MORUFAT AJANI

CHAPTER 14

The next day, I wake up around 1 pm due to staying up late last night. I slept around 4 am. I rise from my bed with a throbbing migraine, and fatigue coursing through my entire body, a result of the non-stop crying from the previous night. Despite feeling drained, I manage to get on my feet, driven by the need to use the restroom. I make my way to the toilet, easing myself, and once finished, I proceed to brush my teeth and wash my face. I look up at the mirror and I see that my eyes are swollen too.

When I step back inside, I dial Nurse T**i's number, our household nurse, and instruct her to inform the driver to bring her over. I need medical assistance, and I strongly dislike self-medicating. Why take unnecessary risks with my health when I have someone I can call on to take care of me? I lie down on my bed and shut my eyes, attempting to coax myself back to sleep, but it proves futile. Memories of the unjust treatment I have unknowingly done to women keep resurfacing in my mind, as if they were stored somewhere and waiting to replay at any given moment.

When women express their interest in me either by word or their actions, I would respond with indifference or fail to acknowledge their feelings. I would brush off their compliments or gestures, not minding the impact it has on their self-esteem and emotions, leaving them feeling rejected and hurt. This exact thing happened two days ago at a club. A lady approached me, offered to sit with me and pass the night with me. Knowing fully well that her friends are watching her with a smile on their face, probably already discussed I won't allow her, I still went ahead to send her away in an humiliating way. I wave my hand at her disrespectfully and said,

“Get away.” Though I was already drunk, it wasn't an excuse. I knew what I was doing. And watching her getting laughed at by her friend, I still feel no ounce of sorry for her or feel disappointed.

The way I always discuss the women I slept with with my friends comes to my mind and I close my eyes deeply in shame.

Throwing themselves at me or not, they deserve respect. All women do. How come I didn't even think about all these nuisances I have been constituiting as bad things? How come I am just realizing it after Zeenat called me out for doing so. So if she didn't talk sense into me yesterday, that is how I will continue living my life, deceiving myself that I won't live like my dad while I am indirectly doing so.

I am indeed a jerk. A stupid jerk at that.

Speaking of Zeenat, I really need to apologize to her for all the bad words I said to her. I think I should start being righteous from there.

But how? How on earth will I face her to apologize? Will she even take me seriously? Will she even give me a chance to get close to her again? Won't she think I wanted to bash her with my words again like I have done twice?

I sigh deeply.

Like an hour after I called nurse T**i, I hear a knock at the door.

“Who is it?” I ask,

“It's me, nurse T**i.”

“Come in.”

I struggle to stand up when she enters.

“Sir. How are you doing?” She says and puts her hand on my head to feel my temperature.

“I am not fine. Obviously.” I say in a distant voice.

“Oh, your eyes are swollen. Did you cry or didn't you sleep well?”

In my mind, I am like, she doesn't expect me to answer that question, is she? She should do her job and get the hell outta here.

She waits for me for a while to answer her but continues talking when I don't.

“Have you eaten?” She asks,

“No,” I murmur and she move back a bit.

“Oh really? You mean you haven't eaten since morning? I can't give you an injection or drug on an empty stomach sir. You need to eat.”

“Okay. Go and get me food.” I say and I lie back on my bed.

“What would you like to eat, sir?”

“Just get me food!! Food!!! And stop asking too many questions.” I yell at her and I notice fear in her face. And that is when the realization of what I have been doing to her hit me.

“Okay sir. Right away.” She says fearfully and turn around to leave.

Did I just shout at her? Oh God. What is this again? I certainly don't mean bad when I talk to her rudely, but I am angry. I start getting angry at her since she got here and I felt the need to set boundaries, not to respond to her in a respectful manner. But why? Why did I feel like that even when I didn't want to? It's obviously my subconscious at work. But why? Why can't I control myself or think about her being hurt before yelling at her just now? Because she is a woman or because she is our household employee?

No, it is the former. Hmmm, this disrespectful attitude toward women is ingrained in me more than I thought. God please help me.

“I…I..am…like…I am sorry for yelling at you. I just… nevermind. I am sorry.” I apologize and she turns around, facing me with surprise or shock clearly evident on her face.

“Sir? What did you say?”

“I said I am sorry for yelling at you,”

“Yes. I heard you. I was just surprised that you apologised to me because you never did so before.”

I see myself getting offended by what she just said but there's no way I am acting on it. What is bad about what she said that I am not cool with? She just expressed her surprise because of how much of a jerk I have always been but why am I feeling offended about it? Of course, I am offended because of the blood that runs through my veins. Blood of family that sees a woman as a tool to be used to boost one's ego with the mindset that they don't deserve to be respected.

It will have to stop, and I will do everything in my power to stop this nonsensical act. I won't let my life continue like this. I definitely won't.

“Thank you. Thank you for apologizing,” She says, sounding happy. I nod and she leaves.

She comes back a few minutes later, gives me food and after I am done eating, she treats me for malaria. I am unable to eat much from the food though.

“I will leave when you fell asleep,” She says,

“Okay. Thank you,” I say, intentionally being nice.

“You are welcome, sir.” She says with a slight smile on her lips.

******

I wake up from a deep slumber to the piercing sound of my phone ringing. Groggily, I reach for it and notice it's a call from my grandfather.

"Alli, you need to come home right now!" my grandfather's voice booms through the phone. The voice sounds like he is angry.

For what?

I want to explain to him that I'm feeling sick and won't be able to make it, but before I can speak, the call abruptly ends. I let out a frustrated hiss, feeling annoyed.

"Ugh, he hung up before I could even say anything," I mutter to myself.

But why did he want me home? There is definitely a problem because he will never call me and hang up on me like that on a normal day. He hardly call me but whenever he does, we use to talk for long and even crack jokes.

Shaking off the remnants of sleep, I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and rise to my feet.

Thankfully, my health seems to have improved. I make my way to the bathroom to freshen up. The cool water cascades over me, awakening my senses and invigorating my tired body. Once I'm dressed, I head downstairs.

I locate my car parked patiently in the driveway. I slide into the driver's seat and start the ignition.

As I step into my grandfather's sitting room, my eyes scan the room from afar and I see my father standing rigidly, his hands folded behind him, his face downward as if he were a criminal awaiting judgement. My grandfather is talking angrily and gesturing with his hand. I can't hear what he is saying because the sitting room is very big and long, they are far from the entrance but with the way his facial expression is as he is talking, one can tell that he is very angry.

I pause at the entrance, breathe in and out deeply. I signal to the doorman to announce my arrival as it is always done. The doorman nods and raises is voice,

"Alli is here," the doorman announces, his voice carrying through the room.

My grandfather gesture for me to enter with an impatient wave of his hand. I step forward, cautiously approaching my father and grandfather.

"Alli, you will need to start training at the main office Tomorrow. You are the heir apparent to my company from now on," my grandfather declares impatiently and authoritatively.

A sudden jerk stirs in my heart at my grandfather's words and I glance towards my father in surprise, wanting to see his reaction. Even he appears more surprised by this sudden turn announcement than me.

"Alhaji, what did you just say? So, what about me?" My father's voice quivers with confusion.

"You are no longer the chosen one. I cannot risk the future of the company in your hands," my grandfather's words sting with cold finality.

“Alhaji, but I have apologized. I promise to do well. What I did will never repeat itself again,” My father's voice is shaking as he is talking and sounding desperate.

“No, I don't need you anymore. I have lost count of the number of times you have apologized and you are still risking the company’s reputation. I won't let you ruin my ancestors legacy. What will I tell my ancestors when I meet them in heaven? If I ruin this big name, will you be here begging to be the heir? Now get out of my sight!!!” My grandfather yells the last statement.

I just stand there, my mouth agape, unable to find the words or the strength to react.

My father suddenly knee down, join his hand together and start begging,

“Alhaji, you can't do this to me. It is my turn not his. You can't do this to me. I will be careful next time.”

“Yes, it is no longer your turn. I don't need someone that can't keep his affairs secret without being caught by the media. You keep getting caught every market day for cheating? You think you can carry the burden of our company with this fish brain of yours? Get out.”

Oh now I get it. He is caught cheating by the media again. I am sure the news will be circulating by now. Our family scandal always shakes the country, not to mention that the heir of one of the most religious families in the country was caught cheating on his wife again. People look at my family as the most righteous so this kind of scandal always shakes the company shares.

And to say my grandfather is not this angry at him because he cheated on his wife but because he wasn't wise enough not to get caught. In my family, you can cheat and even commit all sorts of atrocities as long as you don't get caught and make it to the news. You are good to go. One can even get scolded for not doing the bad deeds. They see it as their birthright.

CHAPTER 15 A

In my family, the inheritance of the throne or leadership position does not follow the traditional line of succession where my father's junior brothers would be next in line. Instead, our family has a unique system where the heir is determined based on a specific set of criteria. The position of CEO, for example, is intended to be passed down through the male firstborn of the firstborn, disregarding the gender of the firstborn's firstborn. This means that if the firstborn's firstborn is a female, she is not eligible for the position. Additionally, even if the male firstborn is the youngest among the siblings, he would still be the rightful heir. This means that my father's brothers cannot inherit the CEO position, as it is reserved for the firstborn of the firstborn within our family. Similarly, my own brother would not be eligible for the position, as it is intended to be passed down to my own son. In this system, it is my father, myself, my son, my grandson, and so on, who are first born as male would be considered potential successors to the CEO position.

This approach of succession is used to prevent conflicts and rivalries among siblings vying for the same position. It is to establish a clear and fair process for determining who will assume the position or role in question. So that there won't be unnecessary competition and the potential for animosity among siblings. Anyone that is not first-born won't even clamour for the position because by law, he is not the right person.

As my grandfather is ranting, my father is begging and telling me with his eyes to decline the offer. And yes, there is no way I am accepting the offer. I am definitely going to reject it and wait for my turn because this step is likely to start a rivalry between me and my father which I don't want.

As I am about to lift my lips to talk, a word comes to my mind and I pause. CHANGE!!!

Change? Maybe this is a great opportunity for the change I have always wanted to come earlier.

My dream is to change the unrighteous ways my family uses in running the company. I always say If am opportune by God to get to the CEO position, I will not run the company illegally. I am so determined to change the rules of the way our men beat their wives and set a penalty for whoever that does so. This has always been my dream. I know it won't be easy but I believe I can do it. Maybe this is God's way of making it happen so fast? Maybe this is why God is changing my time to now?

“You… meet me at the main-office very early Tomorrow. I will need to Introduce you to the director and tell them about you being the next in line.” My grandfather says and I nod. My fathers looks so surprised after I nod but he waves it immediately and start begging,

“Alhaji, please reconsider. Please don't do this to me. I will have the scandal taken care of as usual. Please don't…”

“Keep quiet and leave my sight. The two of you should leave.” My grandfather yells,

“Okay, sir,” I say, happiness swirling in my mind. My father is still waiting, probably to beg grandfather more but I hear his voice,

“I said get out!!! Bastard.”

I really feel so good about this. I feel this is my time to avenge what this man called my father has been doing to my mum. He really deserves being stepped on and I am going to do so in a way that will hurt him so badly.

I step out of my grandfather's sitting room, my father close behind me. When we get to the compound, my father catches up with me and says,

"Wait," I don't stop walking or answer him.

“I say you should wait for me. Are you deaf.” He shouts, still following me. I stop walking and face him, looking at him with disdain.

"What were you supposed to say in the presence of my father? You should have told him that the position belongs to your dad and declined it," he says to me,

"Why should I?" I ask, still frowning.

"Because I am your father, and you will do exactly as I say. Go back in there and tell him to reconsider. Explain to him that you cannot accept the position," my father says and I burst into laughter.
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06/05/2024

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03/05/2024

FALSE BELIEF BY MORUFAT AJANI

CHAPTER 11B

I don't want to talk to her rudely so I hang up the call, get out of my room and lock the door. I walk out of the balcony absentmindedly. My phone rings and it's my mum again. I don't feel like picking the call to avoid being triggered and yelling at her but I pick it anyway. Nothing she says will stop me from calling that monster anyway. And he won't be spared from beating. I am beyond angry right now.

“You hang up on me? Are you angry at me? please don't be. I just don't want you to have a problem with him at all. I will be fine. Please don't call him or…”

"Don't even try to convince me today because I won't listen to you. I won't only call him. He is going to receive the beating of his life. Who does he think he is? Enough is enough. I won't sit back and watch him kill you."

“Ha. Please don't do that. I will be fine. I promise you. Please don't let him cause you to sin against God. Please,Alli.”

"What?!! Then why did you let Enitan call me and inform me about what happened when you won't let me confront him? Why? Why do you keep breaking my heart with bad news every time? You should have stopped her from calling me last night. What did I do to deserve this? Why? Not that I beg to be his son," Tears start flowing from my eyes. I am so sad and helpless. Imagine wanting to do something to stop someone from being hurt but being stopped by the same person you want to help. I feel so sad and useless.

“I am sorry. I am sorry, Alli. I will be careful not to make him angry again. I will be fine. I am sorry.” My mum is pleading. Hearing her saying that breaks my heart the most.

Even if I don't send people to beat that man who called himself my father up, I will definitely go to him and confront him. He really needs to spit out why he hates his wife so much. And before that, I will go to the police custody to report him. I am so angry to the extent that my heart is palpitating in my chest.

I dip my hand in my pocket, bring out my handkerchief, wipe my tears and about to head to where I park my car downstairs. I am more than furious and determined to report my father to the police to humiliate him and make him pay for always making my mother cry. I am determined to do it with or without my mum's approval.

As I am about to move away from the ledge on the balcony and start going to where I park my car, the memory of what happened in the past, something similar to what I am about to do, floods through my mind and I become weak. All the anger that has been fueling my energy to deal with my father goes down and I am filled with sadness. I go back to lean on the ledge and tears stream down my eyes.

Having no power to tackle a problem at hand can be disheartening even more than the problem itself. I have tried everything within my ability to stop the beating, but to know avail.

A few days after my twenty-fourth birthday, which was five years ago, I was at 100 level at the University at that time……

CHAPTER 12

A few days after my twenty-fourth birthday, which was five years ago, I was at 100 level at the University at that time. We had a holiday and I went home. I overheard a loud noise inside from outside and I knew immediately whose voice it was. It was my mum's. I dropped my bag at the entrance and ran inside. I met my dad on top of my mum pummeling her face with punches. Anger erupted from the depth of my heart and my hands began to shake. My hands do shake whenever I feel so excited or angry. I couldn't hold it in or tell him to stop beating my mum. Not minding what the consequence might be, I run to them and push my dad off my mum. I pushed him so hard that he somersaulted and hit his head on the wall. Oblivious of the pain he might have felt, I ran to him, held his shirt and pinned him to the wall. I raised my fist, wanting to punch his face. I wanted to punch his face, beat him to stupor while he was looking at me with a clear surprise and an inch of fear in his face but I couldn't do it. I couldn't hit him.

“Don't do it, he is your father. You will never forgive yourself if you do it.” My mind whispered to me and I stopped.

Going ahead will be me doing what I hate him for. He is used to beating his wife which is wrong and makes me hate him so much. I would also be committing the similar sin of beating my dad. Two wrongs don't make a right.

I angrily dropped his shirt and pushed him, causing him to fall back on the floor. I left him and rushed to my mum who was rolling on the floor and shouting in pain. I lifted her from the floor and carried her to her room but my dad's voice caused me to stop walking and looked back at him,

“Alli, What did you just do? You raised your hand at me? Did you just want to punch my face?” He asked, breathing In and out heavily. I guess he has been speechless since, he probably just got his voice.

“You should be thankful to God that stopped me, otherwise, you would be on your way to the hospital by now or even be dead.” I said disrespectfully.

“You see, you will definitely be punished for what you just did. I watched my father beat my mum and his other wives everyday and heaven did not fall. They all endured it. None of us ever stood up against my father. We always support him even if he is wrong. Trust me, I will make sure you get punished for what you just did.” I hissed at him and said,

“I will await the punishment.” I carried my mum upstairs.

That was the first time I stood up to him man to man and that was the first time I talked to him in that rude manner. He lifted his lips to talk but nothing came out. He was obviously speechless.

I called the family doctor to attend to my mum while I stood there watching them.

A few minutes later, I got a call from my grandfather telling me to come to his house which is in the same big compound but in a different building. Our compound only is big enough to be called an estate. It is even bigger than some estates.

As the CEO of our company, my grandfather is the one in charge of the finances and we get paid monthly by his order. All the members of the family are on payroll of million naira upward monthly. We get paid according to our rank in the family. My grandfather is the only one that can say otherwise about it. So my father has nothing on me. He can't do jerk s**t without the interference of my grandfather.

I am sure my father has reported me to my grandfather and that is why he called me here.

Getting there, I was rushed by two hefty men, grabbed my two arms and took me to my grandfather's sitting room where he sat gallantly like a king. They forced me to kneel down in front of him.

My grandfather stared at me for a few minutes like he was studying me or speechless about me and me doing the same with a frown on my face. I already know what is on his mind and I am dead ready for him.

“You this boy. You this stubborn boy. Why did you do it? Your father said you almost beat him.” His voice came out low and cool and it surprised me. I didn't expect him to act so calm about it. But I still didn't let my guard down.

“Yes, but I didn't do it.” I murmured,

“But you attempted it which is equally bad.”

“Yes, he wanted to kill my Mum.” I said, not expecting him to see it as a big deal.

“And how is that your problem? I am sure your father had his reason to discipline his wife. What is your own?”

Even though I already know that he and my father are birds of the same feathers who flock together, dad learned the bad habit from the best which is him, I still couldn't help getting so furious than I was before.

“Well, I don't expect you to be against the act.” I murmur and look away.

“You see, you are just like me. I see my young self through you. I defended my mum more than you. I rebel against my dad more than you. But at the end of the day, I got to know that his ways are the best. I am sure you will also come around when you get married. Everything will become clear to you and you will thank this family for giving you the opportunity to be able to be a man of your household. You will also…” My hand is shaking already. Watching him cursing at me was making me overly angry that I felt like punching something. Only if I could punch him. I couldn't allow him to finish what he was saying before I interrupted.

“God forbid. I will never live like you people. I will never lay my hand on my wife. I will not live like you. I will not.” My voice is so loud and fierce.

I didn't want to hear whatever bullsh!t he has to say again. I have heard enough of it from my dad. I stood up from my knee and about to leave his sight.

The guard rushed to me, probably to hook me down again but my grandfather raised his hand up, telling them not to.

“You are leaving my sight while I am still talking to you? You have really grown wings. Is this disrespect because you know how much I adore you?” I didn't answer him but continued walking out instead.

Actually he was right. I think I was that confident to talk back at him like that because I knew he would never discipline me or make anyone lay their fingers on me. I know I am his favourite among the whole family. And that's because I look so much like him. Like his carbon copy.

“If you walk out of that door, forget being part of this family.” My grandfather said loudly and I stopped walking. He continues,

“And I am sure you know the consequences of it right? All your accounts will be freezed and you will be thrown out of this house with nothing.”

And that was how he gave me an idea of how to no longer be part of the family any longer. The idea of disowning my family has never crossed my mind before but the moment he said it, I processed it and made up my mind immediately.
That moment, I didn't want to even bear the family name anymore, I wanted to leave and never returned. I was so confident that I will do so well on my own.

“Suit yourself.” I say simply and I walk out through the door. Knowing I won't be allowed to leave with any of my belongings, I didn't bother going to my father's house to pick anything, I left with no money, no plan of how to make a living or how to survive. I just left like that. Well, I left with my phone.

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Getting outside, I called my friend who lives at Duma’s hostel and told him I was on my way to his dorm. He allowed me to stay in his dorm and also agreed to feed me till I get a job. Even though I was not used to the new life due to the fact that I have spent all my life in luxuries, I was still managing and adapting.

Fortunately for me, I got a job as a restaurant worker but to my surprise, I was sacked the next day with strict warning that I mustn't set foot in their restaurant again. And that was how it was in my second workplace, third, fourth and fifth. It was on that fifth job it dawned on me that it could be the handiwork of my grandfather and if he is actually the one that is behind the matter, I knew for sure it will be difficult to maintain a job unless the job owner wants to go bankrupt within a few days.

Two months later, my friend became so broke that eating even garri and groundnuts became an issue. He is an orphan that depends on me to make a living and it was that me that became a liability to him. It was so tough for us.

At some point, I started blaming myself for living without a proper plan but I later realized that no matter what plan I have, as long as I am still in Nigeria, the plan will be hijacked. My grandfather will do anything just for me to go back home and dance to his tune.

Within those two months, I became so depressed which resulted in me smoking and drinking to get high and forget my sorrow. My friend and I will go to a party to eat free food, drink to stupor and come home to sleep. The two of us will use little money on us to gamble with the mindset of if it was doubled and tripled, it will serve us for like a day or two. Some day we will win and some day we will lose. It was so tough for us.

Knowing if I continue living with my friends, he might get threatened and be told to send me away or make his life miserable. I went back home, humbled, remorseful and ready to apologise for being an ingrate and a rebel. My grandfather later told me that he intentionally didn't mess with my friends in other for me not to be sleeping on the street. He said he was planning on doing so soon if I didn't come home that early.

Being part of my family is draining. No matter how tough it is, you must continue to be part of the family and be living with it. Otherwise, life will become so miserable for the person.

This incident is what folds my hand from going to the police station to report my father. Not only that, my grandfather will obviously bribe the police and cover the issue up. How come I didn't think about this earlier?

I hiss while another tons of tears are threatening to stream out of my eyes. Only if my mother will listen to me and leave this toxic marriage, how happy will I be? My happiness wouldn't have had no bound but it is what it is.

CHAPTER 13 A

A few minutes later, I look up and I see that girl from yesterday coming. Zeenat or whatever her name is.

The moment I lay my eyes on her, I feel a jerk in my heart and my mind flash back to what happened last night. Then I remember that I just shed tears minutes ago and I would not like her to see them in my eyes. I look away immediately before she gets to me. When she gets to where I am standing, he greets me with teslim and I answer her simply.

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30/04/2024

A time will come when you will look back and thank those that ever disappointed you!

Cos their disappointment actually got you where you are now (a better place!)

At times you need to let go when they want to leave so that better things/poeple can make their ways to you!

Udo!!

29/04/2024

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May our desires be met at the end of today!🥰

28/04/2024

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FALSE BELIEF BY MORUFAT AJANI

CHAPTER 9

I try to resist, yanking my hand away and saying,
“Leave me alone. Where are you taking me to? Leave me alone.” but his grip remains firm.

I'm feeling all emotion, anger, confusion, and fear as he leads me downstairs and towards his car.

We get outside the gate and he is taking me towards a blue sport car. Once we get there, I use all the power and energy in me to draw him back, fold my hand to fist and says firmly,

"Tell me, Ola! What do you think you're doing? Where are you taking me?" He looks into my eyes, seeming so determined and undeterred. Then he says,

“Don't worry, I won't eat or harm you.” He opens the car door and forces me to sit inside. He closes the door and swiftly joins me in the car,

I keep my eyes fixed on Ola as he drives, his gaze focused straight ahead. So many thoughts flood my mind, each one different from the last.

Why does he look different today? He doesn't look like the angry Ola that I am used to. He looks humble and gentle. Why isn't he saying anything? Where is he taking me to? Or could it be that he collided with my roommate and he is kidnapping me? I shake my head, trying to push away the last thought.

Ola wouldn't do something like that. He wouldn't want to ruin his father's image, especially since his father is a politician. Well, Fatty said so. I will trust his father's image and remain calm. I hope I am right because I don't trust him at all.

I don't want to believe the unbelievable thought that keeps lingering in my mind - what if Ola is actually driving me around to make me feel better? What if he means well today?

Seeing the humble look in his eyes and the way we have been driving around since without branching anywhere is rendering the thought sensible and it is scaring me. And the fact that we seem to have passed the same place more than twice which means he doesn't have any bearing in mind, he is just driving around.

Minutes pass in silence as the car continues to move forward. Finally, I gather the courage to speak up, my voice is low and humble this time.

"Where are we going? Can you please tell me, at least?" I am so curious to know. I'm no longer angry, but the confusion that is in my mind is tearing me in different directions.

Ola lets out a sigh. He turns to me, instead of answering my question, he asks me this,

"Are you feeling okay now?" His question reverberates through my chest, causing my heart to pound.

Could it be that I was right? Is Ola really driving me around to help me leave the confines of my room and make me feel better? I'm in awe, my heart is beating rapidly now but I keep quiet. I don't talk or ask him any questions anymore. Because if this action is actually from a good heart, I doubt I will forgive myself if I have yawn dust and he turns out to be helping me. So I am calculating what to say and how to say it so as not to sound ungrateful.

“I…I am fine.” I say simply. He nods and faces the front again. My eyes are on him now, I am looking at him with wonder. I really don't want to believe what is happening right now. Is it possible for somebody to change this much in the interval of two weeks? This is unbelievable.

After watching him drive with his face in front for a few minutes, no talks or any sign of him looking at my side, I finally relax and breathe in and out deeply. I stick my head out of the car window and I stretch my hand out, enjoying the full blown breeze that is blowing heavily at me. It actually feels so good. I fix my eyes on the roadside trees and leaves that are dancing at their abode and the sky’s cloud that seems to be following us. Not long, we get to the city where there are no leaves or trees anymore but beautiful buildings and middle-road flowers. They look extraordinarily beautiful. I have seen middle-roads flowers but these ones are different. And the houses along the road look so beautiful and richly built. They look like a work of art. I haven't been to this side of Abuja before which makes me enjoy the view even more than ever.

I look at Ola’s side again and he is still driving and focusing in front. It's been like an hour and half that we have been on the road and there is no sign of him breaking this silence. I don't know how he feels so comfortable driving me around but not talking to me but I am not. I want to talk to him, I want to ask him all the questions that are whirlwinding in my mind.

He is obviously driving me around to make me feel better. I know that now. I have confirmed it but why? Why is he doing so when I lambast him with insults on our last encounter? Why is he suddenly nice to me?

“Are we still in Abuja or the outskirts of Abuja?” I ask, breaking the silence.

“We are still in Abuja.” He says simply, still not looking at me.

“Oh really.” I say simply and he nods, still fixing his eyes in front.

“What is the name of this area?” I ask,

I can't believe I spent all my life in Abuja and I have never been to this area before in my life. Not even by chance.

But of course, I am shameless about it. Not like it's a crime to have never been to a rich area before.

“Maitama.” He say simply,

“Maitama? I have been to maitama before but how come it seems I have never been to this area before?” I ask, trying to sound t**h.

“Hmm. This is a special place in maitama. Not everybody can come here.” He says and I nod in understanding.

Maybe it's a politician's residence. I think to myself.

“You like it... I mean do you like this area?” He says. He seems so nervous or maybe shy?

“Yes, I do. It's a nice area.” I say. I am so nervous too but it is well hidden.

He stops at somewhere that looks like a toll gate and shows them a card. The man swipe it on a machine and give it back to him saying,

“Welcome sir.”

Ola doesn't answer the guy, he presses on the engine instead and continues driving.

After driving around the rich area for another thirty minutes, he stops the car at a ice-cream & coffee place and face me,

“Ice-cream or coffee?”

He is acting so differently today. Why is he saying a few words? And why is he not smiling at me at all? He is behaving like someone is forcing him to talk to me against his wish. As much as I don't want to behave like an ingrate, this attitude is beginning to pi***ng me off.

Ice-cream or coffee yen yen yen, he asks me like we are fighting. I urge the need to hiss and roll my eyes but instead I say,

“Ice-cream is okay.” He nods and steps out of the car. I watch him leaving.

My perverted mind is at work again and this time, it is admiring his back physique. No wonder he is so rude and proud. His handsomeness is indescribable. It might sound like an exaggeration if I try to explain. He looks so neat, dresses so well and his perfume smell from his body is not the regular ones that I am used to. He smells expensively.

Zeenat, enough. I know that you like handsome men but stop that pervert thinking right now. I scold myself.

He comes back a few minutes later and hands me an ice-cream.

“Here.” He says,

“Thank you,” I say with a smile.

I take my first lick, and instantly, a wave of cool sweetness dawns on my senses. The creamy texture dances upon my tongue, melting ever so gently against the warmth of my mouth. It's as if a burst of happiness has been released, flooding my being with a cascade of joy.

“Omg!” I exclaim in my mind with my eyes widened. I comport myself immediately and I face the other side.

Is this actually an ice-cream that I used to lick or is this not an ice-cream? Am I mistaken? I look at it in my hand again and yes, it is an ice-cream but definitely a different one. It tastes so good that I am questioning the ones that I have been licking before now.

I continue licking it with so much joy in my heart.

All of a sudden, I hear a chuckle beside me and I look the way. To my surprise, Ola is the one grinning, looking at me.

“Is the ice-cream that tasty?” He asks, still smiling.

“Why?” I ask, feeling my heart racing. I haven't misbehaved right? I am not licking the ice-cream like a pauper right?

“Your lips. Your clothes.” He points at the areas he mentioned and I feel like entering the ground. As much as I have been trying so much not to be messy, I still end up spilling the ice-cream in my lips and clothes? Zeenat? I feel like slapping myself so hard.

I think after the giggle and pointing out my chaotic behaviour, he would start mocking me and then I would get angry and leave his car but to my surprise he brings out a handkerchief from his car safe and gives it to me.

He keeps surprising me with this sudden kindness of his. He changed totally from an arrogant, conceitful guy to a humble nice guy. I can't help thinking why and what causes the change of attitude within an interval of two weeks. I am so dying to ask him.

“Thank you.” I say. I am so ashamed of myself but what can I do other than to act like I am not. Not that I can turn back the hand of time.

“So how are you feeling now? Better?” He asks and I choke on the ice-cream I am licking.

“Cough cough cough.”

“Easy,” he says. He seems concerned.

He has asked me this same question earlier and I feel the same way as this. I guess I will continue to feel like this no matter the number of times he asks because this whole situation is unexpected.

Even though I already thought about why he has been driving me around, I still can't help getting so surprised that I am actually right.

How he switched from calling me judgemental and pretentious to asking me if I am feeling better is still a mystery to me. Like is this how people actually changed? What could be his reason? As much as I don't want to act like an ingrate, I don't think I will be okay if I don't ask him what his reason is. And to say I feel so extraordinarily better now, thanks to him, is making me feel guilty for the question I am about to ask but I can't help this curiosity.

“Yes. I feel so better now. Thank you.” I respond to him and he nods. And then I say,

“But why…why did you… I mean, why are you trying to make me feel better? Why?” I finally ask, stuttering like a student that is about to defend a project in the present of her lecturers.

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“Hmmm. How do I put this?” He puts his hand in his mouth like he is thinking with his eyes on me. He continues talking a few minutes later,

“Hmmm. Because you are not okay. Your Roommate told me you were scammed and that you have not been yourself since then. So I thought I should drive you around to make you feel bet…” I cut in,

“That's why I am asking you why. Why did you think of making me feel better when it's not like you and I are friends. Do you get?”

Zeenat you are beginning to sound like an ingrate, you need to calm down.

“...I mean I even insulted you that day…you know..you remember? ... I just feel I should…” I am stuttering now. He interrupt me before I finish talking,

“So what are you saying? Don't you like what I did? Was I supposed to watch you depressed when I could do something about it? Ain't you supposed to be thankful?” He says. His voice is so mild, not sounding angry nor friendly.

It seems to me like he is gaslighting me. Like he changes it to rough when he doesn't know the answer to give. Seeing that, I decide to let it go and just act along.

“Okay. Thank you. I really appreciate you. Let's go to the dorm.” I say and I notice his demeanor changes.

“I wasn't mad at you for asking or..and what I said wasn't an insult. It was just a talk.” Ola says and I almost burst into laughter. He says, like he is trying to explain himself to me but doesn't know how to talk with a humble expression.

And who talks ordinarily in that manner. I think to myself. Of course, I am not mad at him at all.

“Okay.” I say, facing the other side and smiling.

We talk for another thirty minutes or so and then I tell him to let us go because it's getting dark. He nods and presses on the engine.

I must confess, I always enjoy his company so much. On our first meeting and then today. If he is not angry, his sense of humor is top-notch. He knows what to say to make me open my teeth, giggling like a small baby that sees an ice-cream even when he doesn't mean to crack a joke.

She pulls over in front of our hostel and leans against the car steering, not talking and looking at me like something is disturbing his mind or he wants to tell me something. The way he is looking at me is so awkward that I am feeling creepy so I say,

“Thank you so much for today. I really appreciate you. I feel so much better.” He firm his mouth, suppressing a smile and says,

“I am glad I am of help to you.” He leans towards me and continue,

“So, your first Impression of me has changed, right? I am no longer a mess right?” If he is not smiling while saying it, I might think he is being savage but the smile on his face makes me see the statement as a joke. I smile and respond,

“Well, a little bit. Maybe it will totally change if you apologize for talking down on me that way.” I sound like I am joking, smiling but deep down, I mean it.

Maybe I will forget it ever happened if he apologises. He doesn't talk immediately which I expected. Someone that talks so rudely like that won't know how to apologize, especially if he is a rich kid like he is. Not that I long for his apology, what he did for me today makes up for all our bad times and I appreciate him a lot.

“I am sorry.” He says out of the blue and I say “uhn” in surprise.

“I am so sorry. I apologize and I hope you find it in your heart to forgive me.” Ola says. I am still in shock.

Really? Did he really apologise? Wow.

Surprised shows in my face but I wave it immediately in order not to make him feel awkward or shy about the apology.

“Apology accepted.” I say and he nods.

“Good day.” I open the car door and I step out of his car, going to my room.

“Zeenat,” I hear my name as soon as I get to the balcony. I look back and I see Ola climbing the stairs. I wait for him.

“Take.” Ola says as soon as he gets to me and I look down at his hand. It's money. Seeing it, I immediately calculate the amount in my mind. Three bundles of 1000 naira new notes. A bundle of 1000 naira contains 100 notes and that makes three bundles to be 300,000 naira all together.

Oh my God. My heart skips a beat at the sight of the money and it starts beating rapidly.

“What is this for?” I ask. He doesn't respond immediately, he takes my hand and put the money into it and then says,

“It's the money that you lost. Three hundred thousand naira.” He says and I squeeze my face into a grimace.

Curiosity fills my mind as I look at Ola, trying to understand why he's giving me the money. Despite sending him away, he was still visiting me for three days now. And now, he didn't only take me on a drive but also return the money I lost. Not 5000, 10,000 or 20,000 naira but 300,000 naira. That huge amount of money. What did I do for him to deserve this huge amount of money? What on earth is happening, God.

I don't remember doing anything that will move him to be this good to him. I remembered I called him out publicly for continuously talking down on women and Islam which he also insulted me but why did he change suddenly? What makes him want to reconcile with me and make him be this good to me? Maybe this money is like a penny to him speaking of the fact that he is rich but it is way too much for me. It will literally solve my problems significantly. So I can't help wondering about his motive behind all this sudden kindness towards me.

All this is going on in my mind when my mind goes to the statement he made the day we exchanged words in the hallway two weeks ago.

“You already fell for me. All I need to do is to just seduce you a little bit and watch you fall in love with me like never before.”

And just like that, all the questions in my mind are answered. The statement answers them.

So there is actually a motive behind his kindness anyway. He couldn't take being humiliated by me publically and wanted to get back at me by making me fall so deeply in love with him and then break my heart and mock me publically. Yes, that's it.

I know I suppose not to conclude on his motive just like that but this is what makes all his sudden kindness towards me make sense. And to say I have watched a movie exactly like this, where after the guy got humiliated by the girl in public, he looked for many ways to make her fall in love with her and after the girl is in love with her, the guy filmed her naked while making love with her and played it for people to watch.

Is this his way of seducing me to fall in love with him as he said? I am beyond angry now. As in I am furious and it is evident in my face.

I disgustingly look down on the money in my hand and then to his face.
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