'After the Storm' - Chapter One

'After the Storm' - Chapter One

The trees were in full bloom outside the Blue Water Shopping Mall. Blossomed petals of pinks and whites lined the edges of the road leading up to the parking deck. Yemi gazed at the trees and took in their breathtaking beauty. She loved spring. Taking out her mobile phone, she captured the scene, then reluctantly tore her eyes away from the trees and walked into the shopping mall.

          She made her way into the River Island Store where they were having a sale. The prices were unbelievable. Many of the items were half price or less, and some items had even been marked down as much as seventy percent. She picked out three tops and a couple of pants and made her way over to the fitting room. The fitting room was only a few yards away but it took her a little while to get there because of all the distracting sale signs. Yemi groaned inwardly when she saw the price tag of a blouse she had stopped to look at. It was not on sale. She moved on but could not resist glancing back at it as she went. She would have to forfeit something else in order to get it but she was already sold on the top. She walked back to the rack and picked out a size eight.

          Three hours later, she had quite a number of shopping bags dangling from both arms, but she was not done. She walked to the Hawes and Curtis shop to get some shirts for her two older brothers, her cousin, Tola, and for herself.  She managed to pick out three male shirts but was undecided about the fourth. While she stood there trying to make up her mind, she decided it was best to go and pick out some female shirts before returning to the male section.

        Picking out her own shirt was easy. She spotted a pink patterned one she liked almost immediately. Then she looked at other shirts trying to pick out one for her cousin. Tola would definitely not want something monochrome. She was a bit whacky and the crazier the colours, the more she would like it.

As Yemi stood there looking at the different shirts, she was not quite sure what made her glance up and she did so, she looked straight into the eyes of a guy across the store. It was obvious he had been staring at her and as their eyes met, he made no effort to look away. Instead, a small lazy smile curved his lips.

         She looked away, feeling slightly miffed. At least he could have looked away when he was caught staring.

          A few minutes later she finally made up her mind which shirt to pick for Tola and moved across the store to make the final selection in the male section.

          "I believe the blue shirt looks better," Yemi heard the deep smooth voice before she saw the person speaking. She turned around and saw the guy who had been staring at her from across the store.

           "Both shirts are nice but the blue one looks nicer," He said to her with a slight smile.

           She was not in the mood for smart pickup lines from any guy. Her first thought was to dismiss him as quickly as possible but as she cast another quick glance at him, she found herself unable to do so. She didn't know if it was the set of dark eyes with a hint of roguish charm, or the chiselled attractive face that arrested her, but she found herself feeling strangely tongue-tied.

          "I think so too." She heard herself replying a little lamely "Just that I like the purple shirt as well."

            "Then get them both."

            She looked at his face again. She was not short, but judging by how much she had to look up in order to see his face, he had to be well over six feet tall. His fitted beige polo shirt showed his lean muscled arms, and his lithe frame suggested that he either had an active lifestyle or worked out a lot. He was an attractive man, and judging from the very confident air that exuded from him, he was probably very aware of it too.

            "I've already gotten these other ones." She replied looking at the other shirts she was holding "I’ll just pick the blue shirt. Thanks for helping me decide."

            "You're welcome." He replied, extending his hand towards her. “I 'm Akeem Kadiri."

            "Yemi Delano," She said, briefly clasping his extended hand. "Well, thanks again for helping me choose. "She took the shirt and started to head towards the till.

            "Hey, let me help you with those bags."

            "I'm okay," she said. But Akeem reached for the bags anyway. "Really I am," she insisted.

            "I can't have a lady lugging all these bags around." He smiled charmingly at her as he took the bags from her. A faint whiff of his cologne teased her nostrils, masculine and fresh.

            "Thanks, that's very kind of you."

            "My pleasure."

            "Do you live around here?" He asked her as they made their way towards the till.

            "No, I' m here on holidays. What about you?"

           "I 'm here on business, but my little sis does not understand that.” He smiled ruefully as he glanced at his own shopping bags. "I’ve always got to get her something."

            "But I can see that you've got some things already," Yemi said, looking at the shopping bags he was carrying. Some of them bore the names of shops she never bothered going into because their sale prices were higher than the full prices of items in other shops.

            "I've actually bought everything I need, got some other stuff for her but she specifically asked for shirts from this shop. But that's it, I 'm done now." He sounded relieved.

            She was amused at the expression on his face. Typical male. It was obvious that he did not enjoy shopping. They got to the till and took their turn in the short queue. Akeem paid for the shirts he had picked for his sister, then attempted to pay for Yemi’s too.

            "Oh no, I've got that covered," Yemi said quickly, handing her money to the cashier. He must have noticed the determined look on her face because he said nothing more.

         He shot her an amused glance as they walked out of the shop. "Are you always this independent? I didn't mean any harm."

           "I'm sorry if I sounded ungrateful, but I had really budgeted for those shirts." She glanced at her wristwatch. "I've got to go now. It’s been nice meeting you..." She held out her hands for her shopping bags.

            A teasing smile curved his lips. "Trying to get rid of me already? Not so fast. Are you done shopping?"

            "No, but I can see you don't like shopping and I don't want to hold you up."

            "I'm not complaining. So long as you agree to have lunch with me afterwards."

            Yemi hesitated. "What were you planning to do after getting the shirts for your sister?"

            "Have lunch, go home....nothing special planned."

 She shrugged “Very well then, but I want to pop into about three more stores and then I'll be done."

            "At your service." He made an exaggerated bow and she was forced to laugh.

            "Don't say you weren’t warned." She told him as she led the way towards another store.

          True to his words, Akeem followed her to all the stores she wanted to go to and waited patiently while she looked at different items and picked out what she wanted. She could feel his eyes on her all through her shopping. That seemed to be a habit with him and he just smiled in that slow attractive way of his whenever their eyes met.

            "Phew!" She sighed a while later, as they exited the last store she had planned to shop in. "I ‘m really tired now, you must be too." She said in an almost accusatory tone. There was no way knowing he could have enjoyed what she had just put him through. She had actually expected him to tell her, at some point, that he had to go, but he did not.

           He looked amused at her peeved tone. "I told you that I ‘m at your service. Are you sure you’re done?"

            "Now you’re making fun of me."

            "No I'm not!" Akeem laughed. "And really, I 'm quite okay if you still have any more shops to go to."

            "Well, just one more actually.” Yemi answered, smiling mischievously at him “But this time, just to look, I’m not buying anything."

            He arched his brow slightly “Why is that?"

          "You’ll see when we get there." She said mysteriuosly. "I always go in there when I’m in Bluewater. But like I said, it’s just to look."

            She led the way towards the store and a few minutes later they entered the Mulberry Shop.

           "See what I mean?!"  She laughed as she held up a bag and showed him the price tag. "That will cost me all the shopping money I brought to England!" She placed the bag back on the shelf.

             "Nice bag though," He said, looking at the bag closely. "Neat finishing, beautiful leather."

            "Mulberry Bags are always lovely, but way too expensive for a student like me." She picked up another one and giggled at the price tag. It was even more expensive than the first one.

            "Hmmm...." Akeem was still busy looking at the different bags. "My sister would love one of these, but I wonder why ladies like bags?"

            "No idea!" Yemi laughed. "We just do!"

            "I think this is the prettiest." He held up one of the bags.

            "I like this one best," Yemi said pointing to another one. "Tan is a lovely colour, would go with a lot of clothes. Tan always somehow brings out the beauty of a bag more than black, I think."

            "Seems like you know what you are talking about." Akeem teased.

            "I love bags; I may not be able to afford a Mulberry bag now, but someday...," She clicked her fingers, "I shall snap one up." She turned towards him with a satisfied smile on her face. "I think I 'm done now."

            Akeem took one final look at the bags before following her out of the store. "Where would you like to eat?" He asked as they went down the escalator towards the food court.

Yemi shrugged. "I don't really mind, KFC, McDonald’s, Nando’s, any one of them will do."

            "Sushi?"

            She made a face. "Nah!"

            He smiled. "It's very healthy, you know. Tastes good too."

            She shook her head, "Thanks, but no thanks!"

            They settled for Nando’s. The queue was surprisingly short and they were almost immediately led to a table by the waiter. Once she was seated, Akeem went back to queue up for their orders and returned to the table a few minutes later.

             They made light conversation as they waited for their orders to be brought over. Akeem had only arrived two days earlier and was was going to be in the UK for two weeks. There was a quiet confidence about him and the more Yemi talked with him, the more she felt he was not like the regular guys she had known in the past; in fact he made them seem like boys.

           “What do you do?” She could not resist asking at some point.

           "What do I do?" Akeem said, as if he was trying to remember. "Well, in broad terms, I am a business man."

            "What kind of business do you do?"

            "I don't want to bore your pretty head with business talk."

            "That’s patronising."

            His lips twitched in amusement at her accusation. "My family is largely into oil and gas, real estate and banking."

          Yemi kept her face bland as she took in the information. He seemed to have loads of confidence but she had not expected the answer he gave her either. Her thoughts were interrupted when the waiter brought their food to their table.

           "Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?" Akeem asked later, spearing a piece of chicken with his fork.

            "Go on and ask. No guarantees that I will give you an answer though."

            "How old are you?"

            Yemi faked a stern look. "You should not ask a lady that question."

            He chuckled. "Yeah, I’ve heard that many times, and that's why I asked you for permission."

          Yemi took a sip of her orange juice. "I turned twenty-one two months ago. This holiday is actually a birthday present from my parents and my brothers. What about you? How old are you?"

            "I’ll be twenty-nine on my next birthday."

            "Hmmm.... old man" She teased.

            "Little girl," Akeem replied, smiling that slow attractive smile at her again. "Little beautiful girl."

           Yemi looked away, feeling slightly flustered. He had such beautiful eyes. Dark with thick lashes. She shook herself mentally. She had to get a grip on herself. He seemed to have a way of making her feel unsettled with just one glance. She decided to concentrate on her chicken.

            "So where do you live back home?"

            Yemi was just about to answer him when her phone rang. It was Tola.

            She excused herself to take the call. And a few minutes later she came back looking slightly disappointed.

            "Are you okay?" Akeem asked, looking concerned.

            "I'm fine." Yemi sighed. "That was my cousin. She was supposed to pick me up, but she's held up in traffic. I’ll have to catch a bus home."

            "Oh, don’t worry about it, I can take you home."

           "You drive here?” Yemi asked sort of surprised. “Oh, I see, you have an international driving license."

            "I attended both my “A” levels and University here. I got my UK driver’s license back then." He took another sip of his drink without taking his eyes off her. "So back to my question, where do you live in Lagos?"

            "Akoka. My parents are both lecturers at the University of Lagos. We live in the staff quarters. What about you? You are from the North, aren't you?" She had been trying to figure that out for some time now. His accent didn't tell her much about him, but after struggling to fit him into a state, she had concluded that he was most likely from that region.

            Akeem smiled. "Correct. I 'm from Niger state but my parents moved to Lagos when I was five."

            Yemi looked at him thoughtfully. Akeem looked back at her with an inscrutable look in his eyes. She was dying to ask him more questions but didn't want to appear to be prying.

            "Go on and ask," Akeem said, a smile tugging the corner of his lips.

            "What makes you think I want to ask you any more questions?"

            "It's written all over your face."

            "How is the chicken? I hope you like it." She asked with an innocent expression on her face and Akeem chuckled.

            "You know that’s not what you wanted to ask me.” He was still laughing. “So go on and ask me what you want to know."

            Definitely not, she thought to herself. That would be setting herself up and he would think that she was interested in him. It didn't matter that he had carried her bags all afternoon and insisted she had lunch with him. She glanced at her wristwatch. "I have to get going now anyway."

            "No need to rush off, I 'm taking you home, remember?"

            She hesitated. "I really don't want to take you out of your way."

            "It's no bother, Yemi. We can set out now if you like.”

           They made their way to the parking lot where he led her to his car. She didn't recognise the make of the car but it was a metallic grey sleek-looking, low-sitting, sports car. He held the door open for her and she was again impressed with his manners.

            Yemi tried not to stare at the plush interior of the car. Instead, she watched him key in the postcode of her aunt's house into the satnav. The strains of some soft jazz music filtered in from the speaker as he drove out of the parking lot. They made light conversation as he drove on towards Darent Valley Park where Yemi was staying with her Aunt and her family. 

            As they got closer to the street where she lived, he glanced sideways at her. "My business meetings take up most of my mornings and afternoons, but I'd love to see you in the evenings, is that okay?"

She did not reply immediately. He seemed like a nice guy, but someone as good looking as he was would likely have tonnes of girls around him. She wasn’t joining that queue. "Let me have a think about it and get back to you," she said eventually.

 He cast her a quick glance before focussing on the road ahead.

 "Are you in a relationship?" He asked after a brief silence.

 "No I 'm not. Are you?"

            "No," He replied, "So?"

            "So, what?"

            "So now that we have that out of the way, shall I pick you up tomorrow at about seven?"

            "I'll let you know."

He glanced at her again but said nothing. A few minutes later, he drove onto the street where her Auntie lived.

            "That's the house over there, by the blue Hyundai." Yemi said, pointing to one of the houses in the street. "You can park anywhere around here."

Akeem helped her carry her bags to the front door and asked for her phone number. They exchanged numbers and she waited for him to drive off before she went inside. Yemi felt strangely light and happy and could not keep the silly smile off her face. She started to put her shopping away into her suitcases but changed her mind. She knew that Tola would want to see what she had bought. She sat the bags at the foot of the bed, flopped on the bed, then rolled over.   

No use getting your head up in the clouds, he may not even call again. But she could not stop the warm fuzzy thoughts flitting through her mind.

She must have dozed off because the next thing she felt was Tola tapping her gently on her foot.

"Wake up sleeping beauty," Her cousin said, tugging the duvet away from her. "How on earth are you still going to be able to sleep tonight?"

           Yemi smiled sleepily as she stretched herself on the bed, "Wow, I feel so refreshed!”

           "How did the shopping go?"

"Let me show you," Yemi stretched herself again before getting out of the bed and reaching for the shopping bags.

“Cool choices!" Tola said as she inspected the clothes. "But then you've always had an eye for good stuff." Her eyes caught a particular top, "Whoa! Look at that!" She held it up against her body and her eyes widened as she saw the price tag, "No way! The price can't be that low!"

Yemi smirked. "Seventy percent discount, my girl.I snatched it up immediately, it was the only one left."

"It's gorgeous! You’re going to blow everyone away when you go back to Uni."

Yemi put the shopping bags away, then lay back on the bed. "I met someone today."

           Tola bounced on the bed in excitement, "Hey, what have you been up to, girl?!"

Yemi recounted her afternoon while Tola listened with rapt attention.

           She eyed Yemi, “I can see you like him."

           Yemi smiled coyly, "Not really sure...."

           "Don't deceive yourself. When is he going to call?"

           "He may not even call again." She pouted, "He called me a little girl!"

          "But he spent the whole afternoon with you. That’s got to mean something; he is definitely going to call"

            "That's up to him, but I 'm certainly not going to call him.”

            "Loosen up, girl! What have you got to lose?"

            Her heart to a handsome stranger on a business trip? She didn't like the picture that came up in her mind. Maybe it would be just as well if Akeem didn't call again. She didn't need any man messing with her emotions. 

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            Yemi and Tola watched a movie after dinner that evening and much later, they trudged upstairs to the bedroom they shared. Tola's parents had already retired to bed and the girls were the only ones awake in the house.

            As they settled into bed, Yemi’s phone rang. She fished her handset out of her bag, and her eyes widened as she saw Akeem’s number. Tola’s eyes gleamed, catching on who it was. She smiled and inched closer to Yemi. Yemi put a finger across her lips motioning her not to speak.

            "Hello Akeem." Yemi said, answering the call. "Aren't old men supposed to be in bed by now?"

            He chuckled, "Little girls too. It's way past your bedtime."

            "I'm already in bed.” She settled herself more comfortably against the pillows. “What have you been up to?"

"Thinking of you, hoping you were not just a daydream. I had to call you to make sure."

Yemi laughed, "I can assure you that I 'm very much flesh and blood."

        Akeem pretended to exhale deeply, "I feel very relieved to hear that. So is our date on tomorrow?"

            Yemi paused before answering, "I believe so."

            "Great! I'll definitely sleep better now that I know that I'll be seeing you tomorrow."

           "Do you always call ladies this late at night?" She smiled as she saw Tola inching closer still, trying to hear Akeem’s voice through the phone.

           "Only beautiful ones who keep flitting around in my mind." Yemi could hear the smile in his voice. "What are you doing during the day tomorrow?"

            "Not going anywhere. Just going to laze around with my cousin, I guess."

            "I wish I could spend the whole day with you," He said softly.

Yemi felt her heart flutter at his tone, "Well that's obviously not going to happen."

            "Don't be too sure. I could cancel all my meetings for the day. Call in sick, think up an excuse, anything."
            "That will be an own goal, won't it?"
            "See your effect on me? You are making me think irrationally."

            "I'd better not see you again then."

            He chuckled. "Girl, I ‘ll be camped outside your door until you do! Placards and all!"

            "You've been watching too many romantic movies."

            "My schedule has been too tight for movies lately. But, even when I do find time to watch one, it's definitely not something romantic."

            "Then maybe we should go watch a nice soppy one tomorrow."

            "No way!"

            Yemi glanced at Tola who had given up trying to follow the conversation and was lying on her back on the bed, "I've got to go now, Akeem."

            "Do you?" He sounded as if he didn't want to end the conversation. "All right, tomorrow is almost here anyway."

            "Yeah...So have a good night."

            "You too, little girl," Akeem replied softly. "Have a lovely night."

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  Akeem sent her a text the next day. She text him back immediately and they continued texting back and forth until Tola was thoroughly disgusted. A few minutes before seven o'clock later the next evening, the doorbell rang.

            "Looks like your guy has arrived," Tola said, peeping through their bedroom window. "I can't see his face clearly, but there is someone at the door. I'll just go and check."

          Yemi quickly checked on her appearance in the mirror. She was wearing one of the new dresses she had bought the day before. It was a knee length mauve coloured dress and the simple cut flattered her figure. It had thin straps, flared out just after the hips and ended in soft folds around her knees. The evening looked like it just might be a little cool, so Tola had lent her a wrap in almost the same shade as the dress.

            Tola could barely contain her excitement when she came back upstairs. "The guy is gorgeous! And he drives an Aston Martin! Peeped at it from the study, that's the only strange car out there and I know it's got to his!"

            "So that's what it is, thought it looked nice."

 "Nice?" Tola rolled her eyes, as if in despair at Yemi's ignorance. "I don’t know what I am going to do with you!"

            Yemi made a face as she slipped on her shoes and took one final glance in the mirror.

            "Go on, girl." Tola said, giving her a gentle push, "You look fab!"

         Akeem stood up when they entered the sitting room. "Hey." His eyes swept over Yemi admiringly, "You look beautiful."

            "Thanks." She said, hoping that she did not sound as breathless as she felt. Just one look from those eyes and she found herself melting like butter. She introduced Tola to him.

            “Hello again….Tola.” Akeem said with a smile at Tola.

            Yemi was amazed to see her brash cousin, shy, but it felt good to know that Akeem had that effect on others too, and not just her.

            On the way, he wanted to know about her day and she filled him in. He drove confidently and appeared very used to the road networks. Yemi glanced subtly at his hands on the steering wheel. He had nice fingers, long and neatly manicured. She also liked the way his navy blue blazer moulded his broad shoulders like it was made on him.

         Akeem glanced at her at and caught her eyes on him. She looked away, feeling a little embarrassed.

            He turned off the motorway onto a side road and about ten minutes later pulled into the parking lot of a hotel.

            "Nice looking place," Yemi said as they walked into the restaurant.

            "I've been here before and really liked their service. I didn't want to drive into London since I promised I won't keep you out late."

  A waiter approached them. Akeem gave him the reservation number and they were immediately led to their table. A few minutes later, another waiter approached their table to take their orders for drinks and left them with the menu.

            "So when will you be done with Uni?" Akeem asked Yemi after their drinks arrived.

            "About four months from now, can hardly wait!" Yemi said, taking a sip of her fruit punch.

         "Maybe you can come work for me," Akeem said and Yemi laughed. "I’m serious.” He  maintained.

            Yemi smiled cheekily at him, “Are you sure you can afford to pay me?"

            He smiled back at her. "Of course, I should be able to pay a little girl like you, just name your price and it’s a done deal."

            "Don't tempt me, I may just ask to be paid in pounds."

           "I like people who place value on themselves, even inexperienced ones my company has to train first." He chuckled at the indignant look on her face.

            "Inexperienced or not, I'll definitely add value to any company I work for!"

            “That's confidence I like so much about you." He picked up the menu, still looking amused. “Are you ready to order now?" She nodded and he beckoned over the hovering waiter.

            The food was delicious, but she enjoyed his company more. He was easy to talk to and she felt very relaxed with him.

            "Do you come to England that often?" She asked, when she learnt that he owned the apartment he was staying in.

            "A few times a year but this is about the longest time I'm spending in a single trip.” He held her eyes. "Glad though, ss It will give me some time with you before we go back home." He added softly.

            Yemi felt her heart race at the look in his eyes, but she tried to keep her tone light, "And then the business man goes back to the boardroom and the student to the lecture theatre."

           "Really?" He asked with an amused frown. "So you mean I'm just going to be some sort of entertainment for you while you're on holidays?"

            "Glad you've caught on." Yemi smiled, playing along. "This is a special hobby of mine. I meet old men, amuse myself, dump them and move on."

            "Whoa, I ‘m in trouble then, a serial heartbreaker!"

She laughed at his mock expression of fear. "Better start praying so you don't fall prey."

           "Too late." Akeem said holding her gaze. "I was hooked the moment I saw you, but I don't intend to get dumped."

            "You can't prevent it," Yemi boasted. "That's just the way it is."

            He smiled as he shook his head slightly, “"I 'm not letting that happen to me. Baby, where you go..., I ‘ll go too."

            Yemi felt her wayward heart fluttering again. She gave up trying to scold herself and decided to just relax. He was such an easy-going guy, confident without being arrogant. In fact, if she wanted to be truthful to herself, she already liked him a lot. (IMPROVE)

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         "Here we are." Akeem said, parking his car in front of her house later that night. "Safely delivered back home."

            "Thanks Akeem, I really had a pleasant evening."

           "The pleasure was all mine." He turned off the ignition and turned towards her, "Yemi, I was serious about what I said earlier. I really do like you."

            "But we've only just met." Yemi said, looking down at her fingers.

           "I know that, but I also know that there's something special about you." He took her hand in his and squeezed it gently.

            Yemi lifted her eyes from her fingers and met his eyes. From what she had seen of him, she knew he definitely would not be lacking in female companionship. "What do you want from me, Akeem?"

           "I want an opportunity to allow what's stirring up between us to grow. Give me a chance to get to know you better." The softness in his voice was calming.

         Yemi looked at him. She liked him, but she had no intention of being a casual fling for a travelling business man "It’s getting late, I've got to go in now."

            "Am I seeing you tomorrow?" |Akeem asked.

            "No, not tomorrow, but I'll call you."

 He released her hand after another gentle squeeze, then he touched her cheek lightly, “Have a lovely night Yemi."

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            The following day, Tola walked in on Yemi who was going through her phone with a smile on her face. "What are you smiling and staring at?" Tola asked. "Oh, let me guess, it’s another text message from Prince Charming? Are you seeing him again tonight?"

            "No, he asked, but I declined. I think I need time to clear my head and put things in the right perspective."

            "Has he asked you out formally?"

            "Well sort of, he says he wants us to get to know each other better. Same thing, isn't it?"

           "Yep," Tola nodded, “And If I were you, I'd say yes to him. He appears very nice.” She winked at |Yemi “Superhot too!"

            Yemi chewed on her lower lip. "I don't want to let go of my feelings and then find out that he's only been playing me all along."

            "Girl, just relax and go with the flow!"

            Yemi scowled, "Be serious Tola."

            "But I am! Or do you know any other way to find out?"

            Yemi didn't. She already liked Akeem and she knew it would take very little to like him a whole lot more. It took just one look from those gorgeous dark eyes of his and all her defences appeared to crumble. Why would a guy have eyes like that anyway? Smouldering dark eyes with thick lashes. They were a positive hazard to any girl.

           "I guess every girl goes through this," Tola said, interrupting Yemi’s thoughts. "One is never really sure exactly how things would go."

            "But you know I'm not really an experimenting kind of girl."

            Tola made a face, "Don't we all know it? You've never even had a proper relationship."

            "Yeah, and I've not missed a lot either." Yemi said drily. “Just by watching your relationships; the giddy beginnings and then the inevitable phone call from you telling me that it was fun while it lasted, but that it's all over.” She made a face at Tola. "That's enough to turn anyone off."

            "Maybe…but I've got all that experience!" Tola said airily. "And I've learnt lessons from every single one of them, and one day I'll meet my ‘Perfect one.’"

            Yemi sniffed at the dreamy expression on her face "That's the trouble with you. Take things a bit slower and don't even start a relationship until you're really sure you want to be with the person."

           "Yes, Grandma." Tola said, throwing a pillow at her. "But where would the fun be if I don't experiment?"

            Yemi ducked the pillow and threw another one back at Tola. "You need help."

                 

      

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