ENNY'S BLOG

 "Literature of course", he raised his eyebrows slightly. " Yh....sure", I adjusted my position on the tree branch I was sitting on. "So who goes first? "You of course. 15 seconds to answer each question. Deal?" "Deal", We hit our knuckles together as s sign of agreement. "The loser buys the winner a gift for Christmas", he added."A Gucci gift bag to be more precise." "Sure", I said proudly. "What's simile?" I asked him. "A comparison of two subjects using the word, like and as" he answered swiftly. "Check, check!" I gave him a round of applause. "What's ode?" Cleo asked at his turn. "A stupid person in Yoruba" I answered and we both laughed. "I don't need to tell you got it wrong, right?"He made a mockery of me. "You pronounced the word with a Yoruba accent", I defended myself. "Can you recollect what I said at the beginning

  Segun took my phone when I was done calling Cleo because he was using it to play games, but he gave it back when a call finally came from him. "Hi", I answered the call nervously. "Take a deep breath", Bola instructed and I obeyed her. " Hey, ma'am. Sorry I missed your call. I was in my therapist's office",  His cool voice said over the phone. "Oh..", I stuttered a bit. "Is there a problem?"he sounded worried about me. "No. I just...wanted to know if you'd be around today. I want us to go watch a movie together", I was hoping his schedule would be free. " Wow! Miss Nifemi Adeoye taking me on a date?" I imagined him smiling at that moment. "Why not? I'd be honored" I was very happy he said yes to my proposal. "Thanks", I told him. " Thank you more. You're first lady taking me on a date". "Oh!" I exclaimed. Was that supposed to be a compliment or

  The Afriurban Team "Hey, what's wrong?" Cleo quickly collected my phone from me, to prevent it from falling off my trembling hand. "Segun....he had an acc....ident", I stuttered and found comfort in his warm shoulders. "He'll be alright", he patted my back and made me sit on his wooden library chair." You have to remain calm. I nodded and watched him leave the library quietly. A few seconds later, he returned with his parents behind him and his car keys in his right palm. They felt very sorry for me but even their feeling wasn't strong enough to stop my pain from intensifying. I became too weak to do things by myself so Cleo had to hold me tight as we walked to their car park. Else, my back would have landed on the tiled floor of their living room. Aunt Simi was the first person who saw us walking into the hospital reception. Her loving eyes had turned fierce, leaving a monstrous effect on her angelic voice. Rather than welcome me w