"Sweetheart, we need to talk"
Wole was tired of walking on eggshells around Yeside. Aunty Mope had called again about Ibukun's school fees. He needed to discuss it with Yeside; he'll probably borrow the school fees from her anyway...
"How long will this talk take? I have an 8am meeting ooo"
"Don't worry, it won't take long. Infact, maybe I should drive you to work and we can talk after dropping Olamide off in school. What do you think?"
For some reason, Yeside wasn't too thrilled about having Wole in her office. What if he somehow found out about whatever it was she and Barrister Ikedia were having? She couldn't think of a practical reason why his plan won't work so she agreed.
"It'll be so nice driving you to work. It's been a while I cared for you"
"Mr. Loverman, don't love me to lateness ooo"
They both laughed.
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Motunrayo wondered how long it would take before the poison would complete its work. The articles she read had said that it would take between 16 and 24 weeks for it to work. She wasn't sure she could act "normal" for that long, though.
"Motunrayo, have you started dinner?"
She could literally feel bile rising as she looked at her mother. She hated her with everything within her. Which mother would lead her daughter like a lamb to be slaughtered?
"I'll get started now", Motunrayo responded in the meekest voice she could fake.
"Okay"
Every day, as she read about women who braved all odds and stood up to partriarchy, she hated her mother more. How could she sacrifice her daughter to this idol called marriage? Why couldn't she leave this marriage with her children? She swore at that point NEVER to be so dependent on any man.
Meanwhile, Mama was next on her list...
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Kunle Agunbiade couldn't believe it! After so many years of fasting and praying, Anjola had become the "doting" wife. Sure, she still had her moments but she now actually let him lead the family. He had got used to letting her have her way so leading would definitely take some getting used to.
He had offered to pick Olamide from school and watch him for two weeks. They were vacating today. He had suggested to Anjola, then Wole and Yeside that Olamide and Martha could spend some time with them while Wole and Yeside spent time alone to work on their relationship.
They were seeing a marriage counsellor that Pastor Richard had recommended. Things seemed to be going on smoothly. Kunle knew that he had to intensify his prayers now. In the meantime, he couldn't wait to pick Olamide and Martha up.
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Gbenro looked at the pamphlet that Susan, his personal assistant had given him. He had removed it from his glove compartment and taken it into the house with the aim of reading it. He had forgot all about it until Motunrayo stumbled on it while she was cleaning his room.
How did he go from being "Bro Gbenro" to this guy that had no qualms poisoning his friend? He had fallen from such a great height. As he finished reading the tract, he fell on his knees and cried out to the Lord.
"Help me Lord. Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned"
It was definitely time to head back home. He gave Susan a call and asked her to come over. It was time for a new beginning.
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"Aunty Mope called me about two weeks ago"
Wole started the conversation as they drove out of Olamide's school.
"Really? How is she doing? How is the family? It's been a while o"
"They are doing relatively well. However, they have some financial challenges. They're having difficulties paying Ibukun's school fees"
"Hmmmm. How much are we talking about? Do you think we should send them something to help?"
Wole watched in amazement as Yeside asked for Aunty Mope's phone number. He said a quick "Thank You, Lord" mentally as he gave her all the details. So, this was what he had been agonizing over for two weeks?
He pulled over and gave Yeside a heartfelt hug.
"Thank you, Yeside"
"For what now?"
"For everything"
Author's note: This is the end of "Growing Wings". "Flying High" will pick up from where "Growing Wings" stopped.
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this stroy is something else,God bless you ma'am
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