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Four months has passed since we last
gathered. And in those four months, a lot has happened. The last gathering
pretty much wrapped up as soon as I’d left. I lied I needed to pick up Jimi
from Jazz lessons. Jazz lessons! Seriously?
I dialed my phone again, what time is it in Paris right now? Sadie has been on this
her forced Paris trip with Alex way too long already!. This time, Alex had
undertaken the grand gesture as a plea to make up for his affair with Bukky.
Well, that and also because he had been requested to come along with his spouse
to the Financier Business Bruncheon
being held in Paris. It was a huge deal for all Investment Bankers whose eyes now
watered beyond the shores of our local financial sectors.
Bukky had fed me almost all the pieces during
her recent visit to me in a bid to buy over my vote, as being the most level-headed
one amongst the ladies. While she tried
to make me understand that the affair with Alex was just a onetime mistake, I
wondered how she still managed to have all the details about Sadie’s ongoing Paris
voyage.
“I know you were devastated about finding out
that Ariel was screwing Jomo”. I’d concluded, telling her that I totally got
her, and that all the escalations of her affair was all in Ariel’s bid to cover
her own track.
“Yes” she had responded through phony teary. Apparently,
Bukky had been a little aware of Jomo’s affair with Ariel before the event of Sadie’s
Soiree but was pretending to be in the dark until she gathered enough dust on
her accusations. Sadie had told me she witnessed the feud which had started
with Bukky querying Bella for betraying her for Ariel; if being business
partners didn’t mean they were friends enough. At the instance, Sadie was
visiting Bella to confront her about Laye’s paternity but with disguise of helping
out with the upcoming event planning. Ariel had shown up to see Bella, a few minutes
after the feud started. Things had escalated thereafter to spilling of hidden
guts. Ariel, in defense mode, attacked Bukky with her affair with Alex. Sadie
thought she died that day. In Kodi’s words, “It
must have been something rather to be witnessed”.
Everyone knew Ariel’s been on a banging spree with all and sundry since
her heart-wrenching split with Jordan. No one was shocked “Jomo finally
happened”. However, everyone seemed genuinely shocked with Bukky’s betrayal.
Well, except me of course. Bukky has just always been jealous of Sadie and the
life she had. And in all her quest to measure up, she has made herself so
blinded to Jomo’s misdeamors with the material gains of the relationship. Yet,
even that could never be enough for her.
I had watched her with no remorse at all. “See
ehn.. Let me just be straight with you. All the ladies, well except Sadie whom you've betrayed, have screwed Jomo. I can’t even believe you genuinely can’t see it that he is a total Casanova.”
She had not seemed too surprised, “Even,
Chioma and Kodi?”
Apparently every one of the girls but Sadie
had been aware of Chioma and Kodi’s escapades. Kodi had invariably confided
individually with all the girls. And I had thought we had a special connection
on that matter. It was Chioma’s first experimentations with girls. She had been
so embarrassed to discover everyone had been aware of the affair; she finally found
a reason to take a vacation.
I had nodded, “You recall Chioma’s surprising
win with the Chief Gbademose case? Yeah, that was sorely due to some extra help
from Jomo”. For the first time, I saw Bukky turn pale. Yet, I was still utterly
convinced the information wouldn’t compel her to end her ties with Jomo. She hasn’t.
For as much as I couldn’t stand the facts of
Bukky and Alex, I had mostly visited Sadie since the feud incidence just to keep
her locked within my trust circle. I just hope Sadie doesn’t find out I hosted Bukky
at my house; I ought to be on her side of this beef. She is the only one I need desperately to be on my side. Chioma
is going to kill me, if otherwise. She hasn’t called me yet which implies she
is still in the dark about Jimi’s paternity and I hope to keep it that way. Why
won’t this call stop going into voicemail? I don’t even understand a single
word of these Francais jargons.
Bella had even tried making me stay quiet
about Laye’s paternity but then I didn’t even have to tell. The words had fallen
from Bukky’s lips to my sister’s ears when she’d gone over to the latter’s house
to condole her on the “episode”. She told me she had been unable to help
herself when she had to listen through Eny’s weeping words; “I may still be able to convince
Koku that having kids is not such a bad idea, if only God would just take away
this epilepsy that’s crippling my wings to battle it with him”.
As I’d listened to Bukky voice her
irrefutable excuse for spilling, I almost believed it but for the knowledge
that she is naturally just incapable of retaining any kind of information. How
she even got the information still beats me. However, I’d felt relieved that I
wasn’t confronted anymore with telling Eny. Eny isn’t still talking to me yet;
since she found out that I’d known about it for a while and even about the
affair Koku had had with Bela five years back. Sigh. She’ll eventually come around, I hope. As for what it was
worth, I found out she finally ended all ties with Koku. Good riddance! Regardless of recent events, I’d begun to question
if he is ever going to make Eny a respectable woman.
I jumped in excitement to my beeping phone. I
caught the device before it slipped off my unsteady grasps.
It was Chioma. I frowned and cleared my
throat.
“Hello Biola”
“Hey, Chioma! Ahan no work today? This one
you are calling me, am I safe?” My palms had begun to sweat.
“Biola, who is Yah-man?” a very angry voice
blurted through the receiver.
“Huh”, instant panic took over my body. Sadie
told on me!
“I said who is Jimi’s father? Who is
Yah-man?”
Oh My God! I stared at my phone hoping it could
transport me suddenly to somewhere safe; maybe
Paris. Why did Sadie do this to me? A huge lump the size of Jimi’s fat
Trust Fund from Chief Madu, suddenly grew in my throat.
“Biola, are you there?”
The End!
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