'After the Storm' - Chapter Three
Yemi
heaved a sigh of relief when she finished the assignment she had to hand in the
following Monday. She was going out with Akeem later that day and wanted to
have as little work to think about as possible, so that she could relax and
enjoy the outing. They had not been out together since the previous Saturday
when he had taken her to a friend’s party. She packed up her laptop,gathered
her books, and walked out of the library
There were two girls walking in
front of her, but her eyes were drawn to the one dressed in denim pants and a
cropped top. She had such a great figure, a proper mannequin, and Yemi found
herself mentally dressing her in haute couture and smart casual. She wished she
could sketch down the designs right there and then, but grinned to herself as
she thought of the weird looks she might attract.
Her eyes were still focused on her
fashion target when she heard her name being called from across the street. It
was her course mate Ada.
"Whoa, Yemi, aren't you a dark
horse!" Ada exclaimed, as she made her way across the street to meet Yemi.
Yemi looked at her curiously,
"What are you talking about?"
Ada grinned, "You, my girl, are
one lucky chick!" She rummaged in her big bag and brought out a magazine.
"I saw this picture in the new edition of 'City buzz’ and my eyes almost
popped out!"
Ada flipped hurriedly through the
popular magazine until she came to the page she was searching for. She turned
the page around and jabbed her finger at a picture on the page. Yemi stared at
it. She had attended the previous Saturday with Akeem, but she
had no idea that they were being photographed.
"You're going out with Akeem
Kadiri?!" Ada continued, looking at her with something akin to awe on her
face.“I can't believe it!" She was almost dancing with excitement."Small
wonder you've never been interested in any guy on campus. You had your eyes set
on much bigger fry!"
Yemi frowned, "Bigger fry? You
know I'm not like that." She looked at the picture again. It had
been taken during one of the moments that Akeem had his arm around her and she was
gazing up at him. The caption beneath the picture said: Akeem Kadiri, scion of
the famous Kadiri family and CEO, Kadiri Holdings with the beautiful Yemi...'
The article went on to talk about Akeem and his family but apart from that
reference to her, there was nothing more about her. They had noteven bothered
with her surname.
"Girl, I'm so impressed with
you!" How does it feel to be dating one of the most eligible guys in the
country?"
Yemi exhaled slowly. She didn't even
remember that when they were together. "He's just a nice guy"
Ada's eyes widened, "Oh so it’s
true? You are in a relationship with him?” Ada was getting more and more
excited. “I told Brenda and Paula you're much too straight forward to deny if
anything's really going on but they didn't believe me!"
Yemi sighed. Brenda and Paula were girls
in one of her classes. They were pretty loud and that meant many people would
get to know very soon. "I’ve got to go now,” Yemi said to Ada. “I 'm
really tired, I’ve been in the library all morning."
Ada winked at her "You don't need
to sweat anymore. With a catch like Akeem Kadiri, you're settled for
life!" She paused, before calling out after Yemi. "But wait a minute,
what about Sesan?"
Yemi stopped in her tracks. "What
about him? I've told you a million times that he is just a friend."
"And I'm believing that story for
the very first time!" Ada laughed. "I always thought there was
something going on between you two."Yemi rolled her eyes and turned on her
heels. "Why should I not? The guy is so hot and I didn't know how you
could claim to be just friends when you're always together!"
"Sesan's just like a brother....”
Ada grinned. "Save your breadth,
girl, I 'm going after him now that I know for sure!"
Yemi shook her head and laughed. “Go
ahead. I can even chip in a good word for you."
She waved at Ada
and continued towards home. She called Akeem and told him about the magazine. He
did not seem as surprised at the news.
“I haven’t seen it but does it
bother you?”
Did it? She wasn’t sure. “I’m not
just used to being the center of attention.” She could just imagine the stares
she would get on Monday.
"I don't really get chased by the
paparazzi. I'm just a businessman and there are enough celebs to keep them busy.ButI
do get photographed once in a while at public functions, so this can happen
again."
Yemi grimaced. Her life was getting
'interesting'. She only hoped it would be 'nice’ interesting and not the other
way around.
“But tell your friend it's the other
way around.” He said softly. “I'm the one who’s lucky to have you."
Shecould not help smiling
after the call.Solong as he knew that she did not consider him a big catch or
anything like that, then it didn’t matter if anyone else thought so. She would
just smile through Monday and whatever comments her classmates made. She
stopped and bought a copy of the magazine at a shop near her house. She wanted
to read it again when she got home.
Her parents were out at a
wedding. Shesnacked on some biscuits and Pineapple juice and decided to take a
quick nap. But just as she settled down, she heard a knock on the door and her
immediate elder brother’s voice.
"Come in," Yemi responded wearily.
Her brother entered the room. "You sure know when to come for a visit."
"Wow, someone sounds grumpy.
What’s the matter?"
"I just got home from the library.
I’m a little tired, that’s all." She rubbed her hand across her forehead.
"How've you been?"
"Good. I decided to come see you
since you don't bother about us anymore since the entrance of that guy into
your life, er…what's his name again?" Dotun asked, pretending to think
hard.
"I won’t bother to answer you,"
Yemi said, sitting up. Obviously, she was not going to be sleeping now. At
that very moment, her phone vibrated. It was a text message from Akeem. She read
it and smiled broadly. He must still be thinking she was bothered about the
picture in the magazine.
"From your smile I can guess who
that was.” Dotun looked at her amusedly. “Whoa! I can’t believe any guy can
sweep you off your feet like this!”
“Deal with it.”
“We’re
all trying to, do we have a choice?” Dotun reached for her hand and pulled her
off the bed, "Come on; let’s go downstairs. I came withShez.”
"Oh really? Where did you guys
meet up?"
“We met
at the gym. He was planning to come here anyway, so we decided to come together."
“That’s nice. I’ve not seen Shez while.
He’s abandoned me."
"Well, can you blame him? His
best friend has found a new best friend."
Yemi poked Dotun in the ribs with her
elbow, "I have not. And Akeem is not my best friend."
"Sorry, my mistake. He's my new best
friend!" Yemi swatted at him and he ducked.
"Hey! What’s going on with you
two?”Sesan said standing up as they entered the sitting room with Yemi still
trying to catch him.
"She's assaulting me because of
her Hausa guy!" Dotun laughed, quickly moving out of her reach again.
Dotun’s phone rang and
he signalled to Yemi and Sesan to excuse him. From his face, Yemi knew it had
to be Feyi, his girlfriend.
He finished his call a few
minutes later and turned to Yemi. "Feyi's really tripping up, she says
you're in some magazine or something."
"What magazine?" Yemi askedcoolly.
Dotun was not fooled. “You‘ve always
been a bad liar.” A frown creased his brow. "I don’t know how you are
going to cope with all the attention this guy is bound to draw to you. I still
wonder why dad did not make a fuss about you dating him.”
Yemi glared at him. “Excuse me….Have
you forgotten the fact that I am an adult now?” She turned back to Sesan who was
watching their exchange. “Shez dear, would you like some cake?”
“Yes, please.” Sesan replied.
"Hey, what about me?" Dotun
protested following them into the kitchen “I 'm not even interested in cake
anyway. I need some real food.” He opened the fridge and grinned like a Cheshire
cat at the contents.“Shez, I’m sure you must be hungry too after that work out.
I’ll fix us up soon.”
“Funny how some people who don't live
here anymore keep coming back here to eat." Yemi grumbled as Dotun was
pulling a bowl of jollof rice out of the fridge.
Dotun ignored her and whistled
tunelessly as he served himself and Sesan large portions of the rice. Yemi eyed
the heaped plates and wondered how they could eat so much and yet still have
such impressive washboard abs. Must be all the working out that they did.
"Exams are gradually getting
closer, aren't they?" Sesan said to Yemi as he dug his spoon into the
plate of jollof rice before him. "Everything just appears to be
going so fast."
Yemi made a face, "Yeah, it is, I
hope I'll be able to go through smoothly with the grades I need." She had
been on a 4.5 aggregate so far, but felt that if she put in a little more
effort, she could do much better. Of course, with so many distractions, aka
Akeem, how was she supposed to concentrate?
"You’ll be okay; you've been
pretty steady all along."
"I'm sure you'll be fine, Yemi,"
Dotun chipped in “Like Shez has said, you've always been a hard worker."
"First positive thing I've heard
from you today!" Yemi said, rolling her eyes at her older brother.
Sesan laughed and stood up to get
some water from the fridge. Yemi looked at his muscled frame in his tank top
and knee length cargo shorts. She could understand why Ada would have a crush
on him. Shewas occupied with Akeem now so maybe it was time she helped match
make her best friend with someone too.
“Someone's got their eyes on you,” She
winked at him. “Pretty nice girl too. Hot and all that!"
Sesan just looked at without saying
anything.
"Maybe I should introduce you
two. You will like her, I promise you."
Dotun
snickered. "Shez can do his own pulling when he wants, he doesn't need any
help from you.”
"I wasn't talking to you. I was
talking to my dear friend Sesan here."
Yemi said.
"Dear friend, huh?" Dotun guffawed
then turned it into a cough when Sesan glared at him.
Dotun pushed aside his empty plate. "Can
I have that cake now, please?” Dotun said to Yemi as he sat back from his now
empty plate. “And there is no need for you to look at me like that. You know
you can't stop loving me!"
Yemi
shot him an evil look. “Unfortunately.”
"Lucky
guy," Sesan said quietly addressing Dotun but following Yemi with his eyes
as she made her way to get some wine from the fridge.
∞∞∞
Yemi forced herself to focus on the Sunday
morning sermon. Her mind had drifted off halfway during the message. It wasn't
her fault, the Reverend always took so long to deliver the sermons. But at
least the elderly people didn't snooze off the way they used to during the time
of his predecessor. Drift off in their thoughts maybe, but no one could really
sleep. The reverend was too fiery. He was different from their former reverend
who had retired a year earlier. He didn't seem to take into consideration that
their church was Orthodox and the congregation was not used to preachers who
left the podium and pranced across the altar.
She glanced over at Teju, Sesan's older
sister. She was sitting a few seats away, listening intently to the pastor’s
sermon. Yemi wondered what she found so interesting. Teju and some other
friends had started saying they were ‘saved’ about a year ago courtesy of the
new Singles/Youth group the Reverend had formed as soon as he joined their
parish. They had all been pretty much decent kids and Yemi didnot understand
what they needed “saving” from.
Nevertheless, Teju had taken her
newfound status very seriously. She had even broken up with her boyfriend, Deji,
because he was not saved. That decision had shocked everyone because Deji was
not just good looking but was also such a nice guy. Yemi had been baffled by
her decision because she knew that Teju still liked Deji. She had been with
Teju and they had bumped intoDeji at the local Eatery on campus and Yemi had
seen the effect that Deji still had on Teju. Sesan had also told her that Teju still good
moody occasionally over the split but yet she stuck to her guns. Yemi thought it was all so weird and she
made up her mind she was not going anywhere near the youth group.
Yemi
knew she was a Christian, she had been born one, and had grown up as someone
that was used as an example of a nice person. She never had spats with anyone,
had always had excellent peer relationships and she was yet to meet anyone that
she couldn’t get along with.
Her phone vibrated as a text came in. It
was Akeem letting her know what time he would pick her up later that day. She
texted him back, she was looking forward to seeing him too.
She turned her attention back to the Reverend.
He must have said something because many people in the congregation were
laughing. He continued preaching and she tried to listen. The guy was
passionate and exerted himself so much. Small wonder he had to keep wiping the
sweat off his forehead with his handkerchief even though the church was fully
air-conditioned.
Her thoughts switched to
Akeem again. He was even more chilled out about religion than she was and felt
people were just emotional about it. Akeem had Muslim roots, but his family had
become Christians some generations back. He was a member of some posh orthodox
church in Victoria Island, but he rarely attended services.
He had once told her how he
thought it amazing that intelligent people seemed to lose all ability to be
analytical when it came to religion, he said it put him off.
Yemi didn't completely agree with
him. She didn't want to be like Teju and her so called 'saved' friends, but she
had been brought up to attend church and she liked the feeling she got from
doing so. She was definitely going to keep trying to persuade Akeem do attend
services regularly.
∞∞∞
"How did your game
with Javier go?" Yemi asked Akeem as they waited in the restaurant for the
food they had ordered to be packed up.
"It was a draw, so I guess it
went well.” Akeem smiled.
Javier was a family friend of
Akeem’s. They had grown up together and attended the same schools. Javier’s
younger brother, Devin, wasengaged to Nadia, Akeem’s younger sister. Yemi had
heard that rich people loved to walk in the same circles, but she did not know
how true it was until she got to know Akeem. And even though he was not as
forthcoming with information about his family, and she hadn't met any of them,
from the little that she had heard from him, almost all the people connected to
him were people of means and they all appeared to have such a strong network between
them.
Yemi smiled as she saw Akeem looking at
her.
“You look so gorgeous in that dress
and I can’t get over the fact that you made it.”
Yemi bobbed her head teasingly.
“Thank you, kind sir”She had made the dress a while ago but had not had much
time for sewing since then, due to her school workload. However, she was
looking forward to picking up her hobby right after her exams.
The waiter brought out the bags of food
and they made their way to Akeem’s car. Yemi leaned against the seat. She did
not realise how tired she was until she did so. At that moment, she could not
wait to be over with school.
"I thought that maybe we
could go bowling before heading over to my place," Akeem said. "What
do you think?"
"Mmmm….I’m not sure I have the energy
for that. Can we just go straight to your place?"
“I’ll breathe a sigh of relief when
your exams are over.” He started the
engine and eased his way out of the parking lot. “I hardly get to see you as it
is."
Yemi was amused at his tone. "Well,
it’s just a month to go, but come to think of it, I see and talk to you more
than anybody else, including my brothers. Even Dotun has started complaining
about me abandoning him or whatnot."
He smirked. “Well, he better get
used to it. His sister is now taken."
They engaged in small talk during the
rest of the drive to Akeem’s place. She asked about his mother’s health which
had not been too good.
“She’s okay now but feeling a little
melancholy. It would have been my dad’s birthday tomorrow.” He smiled slightly.
“It’s not just her though, we all miss him. Sometimes, it still feels a little
crazy that he is really gone.”
Yemi’seyes softened. She knew Akeem
had been very close to his father. He had told her that a drunken driver
had crashed into his father’s car almost three years ago, killing him
instantly. “I wish I could have been there for you back then.”
“Thanks baby. It was a tough time then, dealing with the unexpected
loss of my mentor and suddenly becoming the one that everyone looked up to at
KH."
"You've
done a good job of it too. I read up a bit about KH and it's obviously going
strong."
Akeem
laughed, "So you’ve been checking us out, huh? Finding out if I can
afford to feed and clothe you?"
"Something
like that," Yemi smiled cheekily at him. "A material girl like me
needs to be sure that her man has a few pennies in his bank account."
"That is so not true! I've never met any woman
that so actively resists gifts, but you are mine now and so have no choice in
that matter"
Yemi
smiled up at him. "I don't want to belong to anyone else"
A few minutes later, Akeem turned into
the close where his house was situated. Yemi stared
at the house as they drove through the gate. She still got struck by its beauty.
It was an architectural masterpiece surrounded by well-tended lawns. Tall
ornamental trees that dotted the compound giving it the appearance of a
beautiful aristocratic woman holding court amongst admirers.
“Finally,” Yemi exclaimed as they
got into the sitting room a few minutes later. “I'm so tired, I slept really
late last night."
"I know you have a target, but
don't overdo it. You look like you've already lost some weight from all the
stress."
Yemi put her hand on her hip and
stuck a pose, "But I thought skinny was cool."
Akeem gave a low wolf whistle. "Whoa!
Gisele Bundchen is in trouble now!" He teased, "But fashionable or
not, I don't want you to disappear into thin air.” He took the take-away bags
from the table. “You just sit down and I’ll sort this out myself.”
“I’m not that tired.” Yemi protested.
“Orders.” Akeem told her as he headed
towards the kitchen.
They chatted as they ate and he
insisted on clearing up by himself. Yemi watched him as she lay back on the
sofa. This was why she could never consider him a ‘big catch’. He was so sweet
and caring that she forgot who he was. She was only reminded of his status when
she went to his office or when they were with other people.
"Come here," She beckoned to
him when he popped a glass of fruit punch by her side. "I love you,"
she whispered before kissing him.
Akeem leaned in and deepened the kissuntil
she pushed him away.
"But you started it…." He
said with a roguish gleam in his eyes, looking like he wanted to continue. Just
then his phone rang and he ignored it but it kept on ringing. He looked at the
caller ID.
"Sorry baby, I have to take this
call, it's Adil."
Adil
was his younger brother andlived in Abuja with his wife and their twin sons. He
headed the Abuja branch of the KH office. Yemi was aware that he had flown into
Lagos several times since she and Akeem had started dating, but Akeem had never
suggested that she meet him, or any other member of his family for that matter.
She was a little concerned at times but she didn’t want to ask him why because
she felt that would imply that she was pushing for a commitment and after all
they were still just dating.
∞∞∞
Yemi felt all tingly and warm inside
as she dressed up for her date with Akeem. She remembered how nervous she had
been the day before, when she had gone to check on her results, and then had
felt like screaming withjoy when she saw that she had graduated with first
class honours.
"Yemi, Akeem is here.” Her mother
said coming into her room."My, you look beautiful!"
"Thanks, mum" She didn't
know where Akeem was taking her, but he had asked her to dress up. It was the
first time she would be wearing the beautiful blue silk Vera Wang dress that he
had bought for her a couple of months earlier. The dress emphasised her small
waist and showed off her slim figure, swirling softly around her feet as she
moved.It also had an embellished bodice so she opted to leave her neck bare and
just wore a pair of silver drop earrings with a matching bracelet.
After one last check in the mirror,
and her mother’s approval, the two of them exited Yemi’s room and made their
way to the sitting room where Akeem was chatting with her dad.
"You look stunning," Akeem
said, rising to his feet Yemi came into the room with her mother. She felt warm
all over at the look of admiration in his eyes and smiled back at him.
Her dad beamed proudly. “Just the way
her mother looked at about that age."
"Don't I look the same
now?" Yemi's mother teased as she linked her hands with her husband's.
"Of course you do, my dear. You
are just as beautiful as ever."
"I quite agree sir," Akeem said.
"I can see where Yemi got her good looks from."
They stayed and chatted with her
parents for a few more minutes before setting off. Yemi was pleased at how
easily Akeem got along with both of her parents. She could tell that they liked
him a lot. Not that there was anything not to like. Akeem was always so polite
and cultured in his dealings with her family.
"So, how's my first class honours
girl doing?" Akeem asked her when they were alone. "Has it sunk in
yet?"
"I’m still getting used to it,"
Yemi admitted. "It's still all so unreal. I was all shaky when I went to
check the results."
"I was just as nervous as you were
yesterday. When my phone rang and I saw your number, I was almost too scared to
pick it."
Yemi laughed. "No wonder it rang for
a while before you answered it. I thought it was because you were in a meeting."
"No, I was not. I was biting my
nails and hoping with all my heart that everything was okay."
"Well, I’m glad that it's all
over," Yemi sighed happily. There were times when she still woke up at
night thinking that she had to study before it would dawn on her that she was
truly done with school and exams.
“Do
you remember my family friend, Sesan?" She asked him. Akeem nodded.
"It was assumed that he would make a first class easily, but amazingly he
didn't, he came out with a second class upper."
"That's still okay."
"You don't get it," Yemi
turned slightly in her seat towards him. "Sesan is brilliant! Easily
cleverer than me. So this is such a surprise."
"Well, now you've beaten him, so
that should make you happy."
"Not really. I 'm more puzzled
about what could have happened to him."
"Like I said, he'll be all right.
He does not even need a degree to be successful, but hey let's not talk about
academics or anything like that tonight.” He gave her an injured look “I
'm still trying to get over the trauma of you rationing the time we spent
together while you did your exams."
Yemi laughed. "I'm all yours now,
at your beck and call!"
A crooked smile tugged at the corner
of his lips. "How about making that offer permanent?"
"How do you mean?"
"How do you think I mean?"
Yemi smiled mischievously. "I
have no idea."
"Really?"
Yemi didn't reply. He glanced at her
smiling face and laughed softly before changing the topic.
"I’ve heard about this place. Everyone
says it’s so glamorous," Yemi said as Akeem pulled into the parking lot of
Navagne, a five star hotel that had been recently opened on Victoria Island.
"I felt I needed to take you
somewhere really special tonight to celebrate your success," Akeem said,
as he parked the car.
They
walked into the hotel and were escorted to their table. Yemi looked at the
interior of the hotel in admiration.
"Nicer and nicer." She said this
as they were seated in the VIP section where Akeem had booked them a table.
"Only the best is good enough for
my girl," Akeem said. "It's good to see you looking relaxed again."
"Thanks." She leaned over
and touched his hand. "Thanks for being there for me."
"I'll always be there for you,
baby," Akeem said, softly taking her hand in his. "Always."
Yemi didn't know if it was possible to
love him any more than she already did, but she felt like it. He was everything
she had always desired and more. "Me too," She said, holding his gaze.
Their tender moment was soon interrupted
by the waiter coming to take their orders. Some minutes later, he brought their
drinks.
“I'll likely be popping into my office
at Abuja this week," Akeem said after the waiter had left. "And I'll
also make a quick stop at Niger state to see my uncle.”
“How long are you going to be away?”
Yemi asked, trying not to feel deflated but not quite succeeding.
“Just four days. I'll be back before
you know it.”
“That’s fine,” She said quietly. “Your
mum is from Niger too, isn't she?”
“Yeah, same town as my dad."
"Is her family into business as
well?"
"Yes, but also heavily into
politics." He laughed. “They also like to have a bit of power!"
Yemi listened as he told her about
his mum's family. She knew she wanted to know more about him but she couldn't
help comparing their backgrounds as he spoke.
The waiter brought their food a few
minutes later. She looked at the food but her thoughts were far away. She had
deliberately tried not to think too far ahead but she still wondered what the
future held for her and this man that she loved so much.
"Baby?" Akeem's
concerned voice cut through her thoughts.
She tried to force a smile and took
a small bite of the succulent scallops she had ordered. .
"Mmmm, these are nice," She
said, savouring the taste and trying to appear light-hearted.
Akeem arched his brows slightly but he
started eating as well, telling her about his mother’s plans to renovate their
family home. For someone who normally didn’t talk much about his family, he was
surprisingly doing a lot of it that evening. Yemi listened quietly. The
renovations involved a whole wing of the house and he joked about how his
mother was trying to get him involved as much as possible
“I know she can handle it but she
likes to get me involved as much as possible.”
“You‘re her son.”
He made a face. “She doesn’t let me
forget it.”
She listened to
him talk, but her thoughts were still very far away.
"Pretty girls who graduate with
first class honours don't talk too much, do they?" He said, dropping his
fork and wiping his mouth with the napkin. “What’s going on in that head of
yours?”
She was so
surprised that she couldn't help smiling. This guy knew her so well.
"So
what's up?" He asked.
Yemi took a sip of her drink before
responding. "I was thinking about how different our families are."
Akeem grinned. "Yeah, you’re
right, no one has made a first class in my family yet. We’re not that
intelligent!"
"I'm not talking about
that."
His eyes grew serious"I don’t
know what you‘re talking about but whatever differences there aredissolves in
the face of our love. You do love me, don't you, Yemi?"
"You know I do."
"Then that's all that's
important. I don't think I can survive if you ever stop."
"Strong guy like you?" She
teased, feeling herself relax again.
"I'm like putty in your hands."
His gaze was intense as he looked into her eyes. "I never knew any woman
could make me feel this way.From the moment I set eyes on you in that Hawes and
Curtis Shop, I knew you had to be mine."
"And are you mine?"
"Body and soul," He replied
softly. He reached a hand into his pocket and brought out a little black box.
Yemi's eyes widened as he went down on one knee before her."Yemi, I love
you with all my heart," He said gently, taking her hand in his and looking
into her eyes. "Will you marry me?"
Yemi could not speak. She had imagined
this moment now that it was here, she didn't know what to say.
"Yemi?"
"I love you, Akeem," She
replied looking into his eyes. "And yes, I will marry you."
"Thanks, babe." Akeem
replied, slipping a gorgeous diamond solitaire on her finger. "You've made
me a very happy man," He kissed her finger afterwards.
Yemi held up her finger. The ring
sparkled prettily as it caught the lights from the chandelier."It's so
beautiful," She didn’t think she could ever forget this moment as
long as she lived. “And it’s a perfect size too. How did you know my size?”
"My secret," Akeem smiled at
her. “I’m happy you like the ring but we can always choose another one if you
don’t.”
"This is perfect and it means
even more to me because you picked it for me."
"I 'm so
glad I can look forward to spending the rest of my life with you. I love you so
much, Yemi."
"I love you too, Akeem."
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