Story: The Quirk of Fate ……..Episode 10 (By Oyekunle Lizzy Oyebola)
The Quirk of Fate ……..
As we passed through the gate, I saw my mum’s car driving in. she had grown lean as her long neck had become longer. I noticed from afar and my heart ache
‘Au re voir mama’ I said, audibly and the driver turned to look at me
‘What?’ he asked and I gasped
Was I talking to this nincompoop?
‘Drive on to Ikeja’ I said and he went on.
God, I am not disobeying you but I just don’t want to marry now. I am not ready. So, please understand with me.
Justifying the self! I heard the voice to loud and clear
If the Holy Spirit thought His words could allow me go back and get hooked to that rapist, then never never! Even I was prepared.
I reached inside my purse and luckily, my ear piece was still in my purse with my phone. I removed the SIM card since my people could want to reach me. then, I plugged my ears and defied the warning that the highest volume could damage my ear drums.
Holy Spirit, sorry for that! I just don’t want you to talk too much!
Just then, I heard
‘Please, let’s jam our hands together as we invite Nathaniel Bassey to the podium’ from my phone.
I hissed. Nathaniel again!
Just then I heard again
‘I want you guys to please call me Niel for the occasion of today. Say Niel everybody’ Nathaniel Bassey said
And I heard a loud shout of ‘Niel!’ I hissed so loudly and changed the music. I loved his music but not his name this time around.
I scrolled through my songs to choose another song when the driver signalled at me.
‘Madam, where you dey go for Ikeja?’ he asked and I scratched my head.
Where exactly was I going to?
‘I need to travel to Germany but I want to lodge in a hotel first of all’ I explained to him as if he were my brother.
‘Ok madam. Which hotel?’ he asked again and I was stuck. I had never lodged in any hotel on the mainland.
‘I don’t know o’ I said. He smiled
‘Should I carry you to Niel Hotel?’ he said and I looked perturbed
‘Ehn?’ I asked and he repeated himself
‘It’s a new hotel in Lagos o. very nice’ he explained and I hissed silently.
Fumbling with my purse.
You be their ambassador! I exclaimed silently.
Then I remembered I needed to change my clothes.
‘Drive me to a boutique. I need to change my clothes’ I told the guy and he smiled
‘I know a very nice one nearby’ he said. I shook my head and hoped it wasn’t a Niel Boutique or something.
As I checked through the decent clothes that would serve me well till I travel the following day, a man came near me and stretched his hands to me.
‘Good day. I am Niel’ he said and I walked away.
What was a guy doing in the lady section of the boutique sef! I thought to myself and hissed.
I gave the cashier my credit card and waited.
Just then, a woman with her baby swaddled to her back came in. the baby was adorable and I couldn’t resist touching her dimpled cheek.
She smiled and my heart warmed up within me. Suddenly she started crying. I was embarrassed
‘Baby, what is the problem?’ I said, trying to be okay.
Then her cries grew from ‘Wienn wieen, wieeeen’ to ‘Nieeel, nieeel, nieel’
My heart started pounding.
What sort of baby is this?
‘Give me my card please. I need to get out of this place’ I said hurriedly, took my card and carried my packed purchases.
‘We dropped you some chocolate ma.’ The cashier said and I could only nodded as I hurried out as the ‘Niel’ cries of the baby rang in my head.
What is this oh God? I exclaimed as I entered the car.
‘Please don’t carry me to that Niel Hotel please. Find somewhere else to go’ I said and the guy smiled
‘Madam, the place is nice o’ he said and I shot him a dangerous look
‘I am not going there. Is there any problem?’ I shouted and my migraine started again. Damn! I didn’t have my drugs with me.
What a frustrating day!
I tummy ached for food and I held my tummy in pain. Then, I remembered the cashier dropped me some chocolate. I reached into the pack and tore one opened.
‘Bless it Lord’ I prayed and bit it. It was delicious.
This isn’t snickers o! What’s the make? I asked myself and checked.
Oh my God!
Tears ran down my face as I threw the wrap away and I tried to vomit the ones I had swallowed.
My father! What’s all these? I cried out and the driver turned back.
‘Madam, sorry o’ he said and I hissed loudly
‘See, driver, what’s that your name?’ I asked angrily. He smiled again and I was angry. I was ready to transfer all my aggression on him.
‘My name is Niel’ he said and my shoulders dropped. My mouth fell into a very bad posture as I started crying like a baby, beating the shoulders of the man.
‘Madam, don’t cause an accident here o’ he said as I beat him on.
‘Drop me. Let me get down jhur’ I cried on and he parked
‘Madam, are you angry about something or you are running away from something?’ he asked and I didn’t respond. I opened the door and with my purse and pack clutched to my chest, I alighted the car.
‘Madam, close my door’ he said but I didn’t respond as I walked close to a fence nearby. He came down and turned around to close the passenger door.
‘Madam, please go back home!’ he said and I cried the more. I leaned against the wall and beat it so hardly.
‘I can’t marry him oh Lord! I can’t’ I cried out
You are his other half. He needs you and you need him too
I don’t want to hear this voice anymore! Not on this matter! Please stop!
I cried the more as I was perturbed. I didn’t understand why all these was happening to me.
As I looked at the wall while I wiped my tears, I saw the flier pasted on it with the title ‘Go back home and do His will!’
I screamed and many faces turned to my direction as I cried.
‘Holy Spirit, stop talking to me! I don’t want to hear!’
‘My grace is sufficient for…’ he was saying again when I screamed louder, covering my ears.
And he stopped!
‘Stop!’ I exclaimed again, ran to the road, flagged down a car which drove me straight to Muritala Mohammed International Airport where I purchased a ticket and joined the flight to Germany slated for 5 minutes time.
I was lucky!
God had to just stop the expensive jokes!
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Author: Oyekunle Lizzy Oyebola
I am Lizzy but you can call me Lizziefreezie.
Writing stories that would touch you, inspire you, make you cry, laugh and which in summary draw you into their own world is all I crave to do.
I am a graduate of one of the prestigious private universities in Nigeria- Bowen University, Iwo, Osun State, Nigeria.
I can act different roles in dramas and you would see me on your screens soon…*smiles* I love to teach and re-model lives of the youths through His grace; I am also good at catering services- for your parties and occasion; I love to present programmes, advertise, sing, write and of course, PRAY!
I would love to meet you all as your lives are being touched for the better.
You are welcome to my world!!!