Letters to God

Letters to God (II)

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They didn’t say anything to one another as they sat with their eyes glued to the TV to see yet another episode of Keeping up with the Kardashians on E! They had been like that all day, and thus dinner was boring as there were no gossips from the girls. It was an unfamiliar atmosphere but their parents decided not to say anything, perhaps it’s just a mere mood swing that would soon pass. Mr. Idemili kept chuckling as he read the Saturday punch, while his wife sipped on a cup of cold juice as she trimmed her nail with a nail-file. Osaso stood up from the couch where she was lying down, walked up to her dad and gave him a kiss on the forehead and addressed the whole family, “goodnight.” Osato just sat transfixed as she kept a clueless gaze on the flat screen before her. On getting to the room Osaso pulled a stool from the left side of her bed, climbed on it and reached for the highest section of her wardrobe where she retrieved a book with an inscription “my thoughts”. She returned the stool and reached for a pen in the last drawer of her standing mirror. She turned the pages of her journal to a blank space and wrote:

Big Guy,

I’m here again to share my thoughts with you. I am actually not scared of telling dad about my pregnancy, after all I’m 20 and I’m gonna be through with law school soon. It is my life now. It just sucks to know that I betrayed my twin sister, to think that she trusted me enough to tell me every detail of her sexual adventure with Tayo and I took advantage of it; I feel bitchy. I blame the silly guy who didn’t realize I had a crush on him all this while and decided to hit on my sister. How would he have known, he can’t even differentiate between both of us. Don’t blame me; she always said she wasn’t interested. How was I to know she had given in to his proposal? And to think that she wouldn’t stop talking about how caring and attentive he is, I just couldn’t hold myself back. Yet, this wasn’t what I bargained for, he gave me so much to scream about, and I didn’t care if he had a condom when he moved for another round. I still think I haven’t gotten the best of him. Hmmm, if daddy agrees to this, I would like to make him my husband. What else can a girl wish for? He is handsome, caring, hardworking, and sexually proactive. Awwww that will be so sweet; me lovey.

Jeeez, mum, how is she going to react when she finds out about my pregnancy? I guess she will have to live with it. The problem I am faced with right now is how to tell Osato and Tayo about my ungodly escapade, and most importantly how to get him to love me more. There is nothing to forgive, at least he enjoyed every position I commanded, especially when I made him stagnant and hit him consistently on the reserve motion; naughty boy. I’m quite sure she doesn’t give it to him that way; we both know she isn’t adventurous. God, damn it! I think I will just meet Tayo up for dinner tomorrow and unveil this secret. How do I tell the family? Hmmm, let’s see…. Probably at lunch tomorrow after church, No. I’ll just send them a text this night and we’ll talk about it in the morning. Yes, that’s it.

Thanks big G, you know I love you, right? And yea I’m gonna testify in church tomorrow about how you rescued me from that ghastly motor accident, mehn, you are indeed a Superman. Thanks so much for sparing my life so that I can be with Tayo; I love you and I know you gat me anytime. Gotta go to bed now, and yes, I won’t forget to send the text message. Goodnight.
Osaso (tinted Barbie).


Chai, see the way my heart is beating fast ehn. Osato calm down, you’re just pregnant, you didn’t fucking kill a man. After all he hasn’t said he doesn’t want the child, all he has ever talked about is how much he loves you. I will just tell dad before he goes to bed, that way I will stop bothering myself and he gets to talk to him at work on Monday. This Khardashians are just very lucky; rich and famous. Imagine how happy Kim will be having just married Kanye, marriage isn’t a bad thing after all. We are both working, and I am sure when dad finds out, he will give him a double promotion or something. The wedding doesn’t have to be noisy, it will definitely be classy. Probably on a yacht or in a plane: Mr. Idemili can afford it. Abi, why is he the marketing manager of Globacom communications if he can’t?We are making money, we made love severally, and now we get to train our child. Thank you God.

But wait, am I ripe for marriage? Tayo is the only guy I have dated and we haven’t even lasted a year. Well, it is love over experience, when we get to the bridge we will cross it. I think I should just tell papa now that mum has gone to bed and save myself from her theatrical display. Then I will tell Osaso she is going to be my chief bridesmaid. God please let everything go as I have desired; I have confidence in you. Make I see wetin dey happen for hIPTv before I yarn palle the news. Yeepa! Femi Ogedengbe born twins come name them Nollywood and Hollywood, funny dude. Come to think of it God, if you give me twins, that’s double blessing you know.

“Hey dad, I have news or you,” Osato said.
Mr. Idemili folded the newspaper and adjusted his sitting position as if to say – I am listening – then he heard his phone ring.
“I have a message, can you please get my phone” he pleaded
Osato came back with his phone and handed it to him.
“What is it you wanted to tell me?” he asked as he swiped through the screen of his phone to check his message.
“Daddy, I am pregnant.” Osato said in synchrony to Mr. Idemili text message from Osaso.
“Another one of your silly pranks, I just love you girls’ sense of humour. Na me una take am resemble. Goodnight.” He replied the text message while voicing the same thing to Osato in syllables. He walked into his bedroom and left her standing without a hint.

Next episode: same place, same time, next week. Kindly share on Facebook and twitter; follow the writer @fragiletimbzz.

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10 Comments

  1. aGuyUused2luv September 6, 2014 at 1:30 pm -  Reply

    her own hav b……d sis go chop am.xcitn piece,kip em comin.

    • shughar September 7, 2014 at 8:55 pm -  Reply

      lol…thank you dear

  2. arnytah September 5, 2014 at 9:08 am -  Reply

    Hmmmm..can’t u just post d next part already..see wahala o…I pity tayo

    • shughar September 5, 2014 at 11:47 am -  Reply

      hmmmmm… i just might post it on tuesday :)

  3. Korlahjor September 5, 2014 at 7:04 am -  Reply

    Oh boy….now dis is getting somewhere….how wud dey face each oda nw..watch out 4 partIII nxt week

    • shughar September 5, 2014 at 11:47 am -  Reply

      yes o….. watch out!

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