Finally, on the Thursday before he returns, I text him. I couldn’t hold back anymore. Me: How would you describe your feelings for me? I hit send and my heart starts racing. I tap my fingers on my thighs as I wait for his response. My phone sounds and my stomach growls. Aiden: Hi, baby. […]
“Ibukun, I’m not ready for this night to end,” Aiden says. If I’m being honest, neither am I. We’ve been parked in my compound in his car for over twenty minutes sitting in silence. “Are you running from me? Do you think I’m too much for you?” I blurt out. “What? Baby. It’s a business
“I’ve once been married,” I say immediately the waitress leaves our table to get our order. Something about this moment, about Aiden makes me want to be totally open and honest. “Why do you say it like a warning?” This isn’t the reaction I expect from him. Although, it truly sounds like a warning now
The anticipation of Sundays has been high, but anticipating our date on Wednesday takes the cake. My colleagues literally called out my lack of focus on Tuesday and I couldn’t deny it. I want to share it with my girls but I also want to keep it to myself. In due time, they’ll know. I
Sunday has become my favourite day of the week, for obvious reasons. Not that the cause of this feeling is even aware, because, for whatever reason, I’m intent on making it difficult for Mr. Luke, sorry, Aiden. It’s unlike me, I usually go for what I want, I don’t hide my feelings but I’m really
I toss restlessly on my bed. It’s 8 am and I have no plans to get up let alone do anything. It’s Friday and the week has been busy as we continued with the case from last week. Having made significant progress, I decided to take today off—I can afford to work a bit from
I swing into the eatery excited that this one aspect of my week didn’t shift. I had a busy week, the busiest I’ve had in a while. There was a case of domestic violence and it required more urgency than the usual cases. All hands had to be on deck to steer things in the
It’s Sunday evening! “What time is it? What time is it?” I sing to myself as I get dressed. A floral-patterned dress for the night and two-inched block heels and I’m good. I’ve always been a happy person even through life’s struggles but taking out the time for myself has a hundred times made me
One thing about me is that I must eat. Even at my saddest moments, I’ve found the strength to eat. Since I’m a foodie, I have to be in the gym to burn calories. I hate the gym. I’m probably the only one in the world that feels this way even after making friends at
After throwing myself into work for a long time, one day, I crashed. Another firm wanted to merge with mine and I really didn’t want it but I considered the perks and scheduled the meeting regardless. Everything went wrong the morning before that meeting. I woke up late, my dress zip broke, my food got