Stories By Hope

How do two people go from feeling like they've known each other forever to feeling like strangers? Somebody tell me.  It wasn't supposed to be love. I mean,  how does companionship mean love? And that was what you asked for. Someone to be your friend, Someone to talk to because she wasn't there... She really wasn't there for you? I tried to be your companion at first and it was cool... But then it became more... More than companions... More than friends...we were lovers. And I loved it. I was there for you more than necessary. And you...you tried your best to be within reach for me. And I appreciated it... So I put my heart out, placed it in your hands. Baby this is all of me... Do with as you please... In between, I trust you completely. You took my heart without any hesitation. You became my light house. You loved me... Or so I thought. Then you decided it wasn't enough and so threw my heart... To the ground. And dragged it w...

“Kiss me.” I suddenly said and felt his hand still on my back. “You’re awake?” he asked in a surprised voice. What? Did he think I’d be able to sleep through it? I sat up…the covers falling off my body. “Yes.” “Bibi, Lola and I broke up a long time ago. I didn’t…” “Just kiss me so we can get over this Lola ish.” I cut him off.  After all, I knew the whole story…Kendra made sure. And yes, it would have been nice to hear it from the horse’s mouth but I couldn’t wait. I wanted that mouth on me. He stared at me for a while…I remember wondering if he felt unsure. Then he leaned in and kissed me. Deep and hungrily… Then pulled away. Not again…I was beginning to think but couldnt finish when he looked me in the eyes (I mean, it was dark but he had to be) and said,  “I love you Bibi.” My heart stopped…he finally said it to me…to my face And he kissed me again…. And then the world was right again. THE END Thanks y'all for reading  The Secret Diaries ...

I took a cab to coconut beach…my place of comfort. I always got my head cleared there and I made sure no one knew…it was my secret place. Not even Kendra knew about it. Just sitting under one of the coconut trees, feeling the ocean breeze caress my skin…especially the area attached to my head…my face and watching the waves race against the sand on the beach was enough to make me forget anything that hurt. I thought it was a good idea, running to it then. But it wasn’t. The place gave off a romantic vibe…something I never noticed until then. The place was filled with people…especially couples…lovers…who looked really happy with each other. Why couldn’t I be happy in a relationship? The first guy I’d ever really loved… Was that really love? Was this what love was about or did people have it all wrong? I sulked, tried my best not to stare at the lovers all around but it was as they say…your best never entirely wins… I was miserable… But I stayed…all day and almost all night, ...

Why did she still have the ring on? I would have sold it off long time if it was me…but I guess she wasn’t me. For all I know, she might have saved it for when it would pay off to have it or she might have broken up with her new dude and brought back the ring to torture Daniel’s emotions into believing she always had him in mind. Maybe she’d say, you were always the one Dan. See the ring you gave me years ago…I never let it out of my sight. That would have been a very good line…or do I mean lie? But really, what was she thinking? You let a man like Daniel go easily and come back expecting him to still be crazy for you? Oh hell no! He was mine now… And she called me his P.A? My face scrunched up in anger the straightened out again. Okay I was his P.A kind of but it was just a one time thing…and it wasn’t even a real job…but then, P.A? Oh hell no! I left the table, my tea unfinished and bread and egg sandwich half eaten. I needed to see him. I was going to fight for him i...

“Decided to prank him?" I couldn’t help finishing for her. What? I couldn’t resist the temptation. Her tea cup stopped still on its way to her mouth…and she stared at me, a look of surprise. It didn’t faze me. “What? Wasn’t that what you were about to say?” I added. “No.” she said, matter-of-fact then took a long sip as I stared at her…enjoying making me wait.  “I was about to tell you the whole story.” She finally said. “Oh.” I said, in a pretend interested tone. “Which is?” “He hasn’t seen her in a long time.” “Who? Lola?” “Ah, so you know her name.” Kendra said smiling and I rolled my eyes at her.  “Anyways, I’m talking years. They dated for a while, yes. He even wanted to marry her so he proposed…at a waterfall…he said they had been doing some exploring and somehow found themselves at the Erin-Ijesha waterfall…it must have felt like the perfect moment…the sun must have been setting at that point, giving the area an orange romantic…” “Kendra.” I said, pull...

   She shut up immediately and stared at me then. An awkward silence filled the room. “I know you think it shouldn’t bother me but it does…I’m in love with him.” I continued. The tears I’d been struggling to keep back in decided they’d had enough and began to roll down my cheeks…slowly. “We went to Vegas as just friends…or should I say, employer and employee, then came homes as lovers. I mean, he asked me to be his girl and I agreed. It was official.” Kendra still stared at me, concern on her face. I bet she was wishing she hadn’t forced me into talking. My tears rolled down faster. “I was excited, I was even looking forward to telling you about it. I wanted to come home straight from the airport but he asked me to stay the night with him. I agreed. I mean, it was just one more night to savour being together…alone before he goes back to work and get all caught up.” Kendra decided then she had to say something…or at least do something. She pulled me into...

So I ran… Out the door…out of the house. And I didn’t stop until two streets after. I hailed a cab and got in quickly. “Banjo street.” I said. “Na one thousand ma.” The cab man replied.    That was outrageous! My apartment wasn’t far enough for that amount. A bike man would have taken me there for just 200 and people complain about bike price beingreally outrageous…but I didn’t care. I just wanted to get home, away from Daniel and his messed up situations. I felt too young to be dealing with stuff like that. What was that stuff people said? Live. Love. Be happy. How did that have to do with my situation, I don’t know, I just know it kept ringing in my head then. Nothing was going to make me unhappy, nothing was going to make me not live life…a good one at that. Not even Daniel.     The cab pulled up at my apartment and I paid the cab man. Good thing I had my purse with me when I left. Good thing I had Nigerian Money in it. ...