{Friday, 24th December 2010, 6:45 am, Toronto}
Gazing out the window of the British Airways - Boeing 787, he yearns never to return to Toronto. A smile graces his face as he recalls the purpose of his journey.
"Hello, Sir," the taxi driver greets, holding the door open for Deji to climb in. Settling into the seat, he dials his secretary back in Toronto.
{Friday, 24th December 2010, 7:15 pm}
Amaka finally sets her phone down, collapsing onto her bed, eagerly awaiting Deji's arrival. His secretary had called to inform her that he would be landing at Heathrow airport at 12:45 am.
{Friday, 24th December 2010, 7:47 pm}
BUZZZZ! The doorbell rings.
Amaka's heart plummets! She dashes downstairs, bat in hand, ready to swing. She opens the door to find no one there. "Probably one of those little twats,” she mutters. Retrieving her mail, she catches a whiff of his cologne. "He won't be here 'til tomorrow, and I can't get him out of my mind," she giggles to herself.
{Friday, 24th December 2010, 8:00 pm}
"Please hurry, I need to get to 9 Ashurst Walk in Croydon before 7 pm. Also, where can I buy a new SIM card? I want to call her when I arrive and tell her I missed my flight. I'm sure she believes I just left Toronto."
{Friday, 24th December 2010, 8:20 pm}
Contemplating other ways to surprise Amaka, he calls his London jeweler. He's already on Birch Tree Way, just a few minutes away from Amaka's house.
BUZZZZZZ! The doorbell rings again.
“Again? I won't bother. Deji won't be here 'til tomorrow. I don't need to see anyone,” she dismisses, continuing to try on outfits for Deji's arrival.
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PAUSE.
The doorbell is pressed by two teenage boys attempting to break into the house. They wait to ensure no one is home before they proceed.
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{Friday, 24th December 2010, 8:35 pm}
From his window, Deji spots two boys attempting to break into Amaka's house. He bolts from the car to intervene. Hearing a commotion outside, Amaka rushes to the door, baseball bat in hand. She swings the door open and flings her bat. There's no one there, but she spots a man trying to help Deji into a Black Cab.
"What happened here?" "Deji, are you okay?" "Hey, Mister, what happened?" "Deji!" "Somebody help!" "Mister, there's a hospital not far from here. Just go down this road and take a left at the junction."
{Friday, 24th December 2010, 11:58 pm, London}
Upon reaching the hospital, Deji musters the strength to whisper, "C-c-che-e-eck inside...my...p-pocket." Following his instructions, she retrieves a small navy blue velvet case from his pocket and opens it. Inside is a stunning princess cut diamond ring.
“Oh, Deji!” she whispers. Just as she leans in to kiss him,
She SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Friday Night Series: In Lagos Nigeria
{Friday 27th June 2008 11:45 pm Lagos}
Deji's excitement quickly turns into disappointment as he reads Feyi's text. "So I've been wasting my time," he thinks, "Well, we'll see about that. Boyfriend, huh?" He glances at Amaka one last time, a determined grin on his face. "Not for long."
Friday Night Series: A Way To Start The Weekend
{Friday, December 24th, 2010 6:12 pm Toronto}
"Ah, Friday night. The sweet relief of the weekend is finally upon us. The prospect of a 12-hour slumber in the comfort of my own bed is tantalizing. But for now, I'm going to bask in the freedom that comes with knowing I don't have to work until Monday."
As Taye Idowu awaited his train, he plugged in his earphones and lost himself in the melodies streaming from his iPod. He leisurely observed his surroundings, his gaze landing on a woman struggling to untuck her blouse from her skirt near a telephone booth. A smirk played on his lips as he muttered, "Classic downtown Toronto."
His eyes then wandered to an elderly man, sitting on the cold floor, cap turned over in silent plea. Taye dropped a few coins into the man's cap, his heart aching for his plight.
Across the platform, a pregnant woman caught his attention. Her dark skin mirrored his own, and for a fleeting moment, he wondered if she could be his long-lost twin sister. But he quickly dismissed the thought; his sister had disappeared seven years ago in a different country.
As he watched, the woman found a seat and began to weep. His heart twisted with concern, but he reminded himself, "Everyone has their own battles to fight."
Suddenly, his attention was drawn back to the woman as she stood precariously close to the platform's edge. Alarm bells rang in his head, but before he could act, his train arrived. He boarded, but a nagging unease forced him to disembark.
As his train pulled away, he saw the woman still teetering on the edge, ignoring the pleas of a younger woman urging her to step back. The distant rumble of an incoming train filled the air, and the woman moved closer to the tracks. Panic surged through Taye as he desperately tried to get her attention.
His pleas fell on deaf ears as the woman glanced at him before looking back at the tracks. Tears welled up in his eyes as he frantically searched for a way to reach her. But before he could make a move, she jumped.
Later that night, the somber headline on CBC News read, "27-year-old pregnant woman commits suicide by jumping in front of the Yonge-University Line. Identified as Mrs. Kehinde Badmus. No suicide note found."
Taye was left with a sinking feeling and a haunting question, "Could she ... ?"
Ones
the old "ones" pass...
the new "ones" come...
new "ones" become old...
the old "ones" become the one...
even when there is a new "ones"...
the thought of having more than one "ones" comes...
but a choice has to be made because no matter how the "english" can be said or how the truth can be manipulated to make sense, more than one, "ones" isnt one any more...
but i stay true to the one...
just me n my one...
we equal one...
KOMMYTILA HAS SPOKEN.
Adam: Vol 1
A long time ago,
Back before there was nothing,
From nothing, I become something.
Something placed somewhere in Everything.
I asked myself.
How am I supposed to cope? What am I supposed to do? Why am I here? What is my purpose in life? What exactly am I to do? What are these thoughts? Where do they come from? Have they occurred before? What is this that I am doing? What is this? Do I know?
I have to find out
I need to know.
I need to connect with what it is.
I am is?
or I am it?
or Am I made for it?
or Am I m a d e for it?
or it has a reason for me?
Or I am it.
Or it is me?
What is this?
And it exists?
There can be an It?
It must be greater
No... I am greater.
It must be greater.
Can it be greater?
No. NO.
I am greater, yes
It is greater, yes.
No it is greater, no I am greater.
sigh.
I am Adam.
I am Adam.
I am Adam.
- GHE WGHO WITYES
What She Said...
"Where did you hear that one now..."
The words she said when she was told the first time.
"I dont think he is my type, plus you can never know if he is serious or not."
The words she said, every time someone approached her about him...
"I think he is a nice person, you just have to get to know him"
The words she said trying to defend him...
"I dont know?, he is in Ohio with his girlfriend. I guess he is fine"
The words she said when they asked about him...
"Why do u people keep asking me about him, please he is history"
The words she said when she met some1 else...
"I am a big girl, I can take care of myself"
What she says to make herself feel better.
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