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Chapter Seven
The breaking of the new dawn was accompanied with a promising aura that reflected on Loveth’s countenance as she left the house.

DE Electronics was indeed a homely place to work in. Apart from its gigantic structure painted with blue and white, the interior was beautifully decorated with paintings and flowers that a lover of beauty will not be able to resist.

Loveth, who is a lover of paintings could not brush off the sight she was seeing as she stepped into the premises. She couldn’t help but soliloquize, “I love this place already. God, please give me this job.”

It wasn’t long that someone came out to call her for the interview which was on the spot. While she was about to take her leave, Desmond entered. He wasn’t sure of her identity, but he knew she was expected to come and asked his receptionist to confirm his doubt.

“Oh, I am sorry sir, I didn’t know you are the one,” she said as he introduced himself to her. “I didn’t know either, I just asked. How is my friend?” He asked. “He is doing great. He sent his regards,” Loveth responded. “I believe you were treated well,” he said. “Yes sir,” she replied. “Is tomorrow not too early for you to start?” He asked.

She was slap-happy. As if she didn’t hear what he said or wanted to be sure she heard him accurately, she asked, “You mean tomorrow sir?” “Yes, if it’s comfortable for you,” replied Desmond. “In fact, if you ask me to start immediately, it is more than comfortable for me,” she said and he smiled. “I’ll see you tomorrow then,” said Desmond. “Thank you so much sir. Thank you,” she replied gaily.

It was as if she was dreaming and hoped she would not wake up from that sleep. She exhilaratingly picked a taxi and went to George’s house, who was also thirstily awaiting her return.

The moment she sighted him, like a dog who elatedly ran to meet its keeper, she ran into his hands and said, “Guess.”

It was not too far fetched. He knew one of his long time prayers has just been answered. “Tell me he gave you the job,” he said. “Yes, and in fact I guess the interview was just for formality. He didn’t even ask for my performance before he told me to resume tomorrow,” she said elatedly.

“Wow!” He said as he carried her. While they were jubilating, George’s friend, who had also been seeking for an employment with his friend came around with a news that took the three of them to an eatery to celebrate. He had also just secured a job.

George and Ade have come a long way as he was the brain behind the reason George left his brother’s roof. To them, they are more than friends, they are brothers.

The death of his friend was indeed a terrible blow to him. The company he worked with had sponsored him abroad to study further and fortuitously for him, he was made the manager of the company’s new branch in UK. More than anyone else, he knew when the love story of his friend and Loveth started.

Dominion had gone to meet his dad’s lawyer to get her Mom bailed when the lawyer disclosed to him that it was his dad’s friend, Mr. Ade who accused her of the murder of his friend.

He was bewildered and didn’t wait to hear the lawyer further when he left and went straight to Mr. Ade’s house.

Dominion got to his house just about when he was about stepping out of the house. He was so enraged that he didn’t even bother to exchange pleasantries with him and said sharply, “Sir, go and get my Mom out of there immediately. I thought your return with bring succor to us, I didn’t know it will worsen our situation. How on earth will you think my Mom killed my dad?”

“Son, you have to calm down. The man we are talking about here was my friend. We were brothers,” he said when Dominion cuts in. “Did you just call me son? Did you just say my dad was your friend? Sir, I don’t think so. Is this how to help a son heal from a wound as this or treat your dead friend’s family?” “I understand…” Mr. Ade said as he tries to touch him, but he stopped him. “Please sir, all I need from you is to go and get my Mom out of where you sent her,” he said firmly.

“I know how you feel, but this is the only way we can get to the root of the matter. There are some things you don’t understand. I know she is your mother, but there are some things you do not know,” said Mr. Ade.

Dominion was quiet for a while, but he doesn’t seem to be interested in whatever it is he wants to say. “I don’t want to know what you know, all I want is for you to get my Mom out of there,” he said sharply. “I can’t,” Mr. Ade replied. He was shocked to hear his response and became furious. “Look sir, I really respect you, but if you push me to the wall, you really don’t want to know what I am capable of. Get my Mom out of there!” He said aggressively.

Mr. Ade seem to be moved by his reaction and was quiet for a while until he finally broke the silence. “OK, I will, only if…” he said when he cuts in. “Only if what?” He asked sharply.

POTHOLES

Chapter Six
There was no doubt that George was unvarying about his decision to leave his brother’s house, but his attempt to get a job has been like spinning one’s wheels “Baby, I believe we will smile soon. Please dear, you know I don’t like seeing you like this,” said Loveth comfortingly.

She had consented to his proposal and disposed his brother’s proposal, though her friend had advised that a financially settled man is better than ‘a wanna be’, but who knows what the cat saw when he refused to leave the kitchen irrespective of the looming dangers.

Loveth has indeed been supportive and understanding. This made it easy for George to keep moving irrespective of how frustrating it was.

The weather was draughty and he decided to take a walk down the street. On his way, he saw a notice of a vacancy that aligns with Loveth’s qualification. At first, he just ignored it and took it for just another scam as he had fallen victim of several scams in his attempts to get a job. But when he saw someone noting down the details, he felt it’s worth trying.

The address was not too far from his abode and he decided to check it out. While he was conversing with the receptionist, he saw a regally dressed man who seem familiar to him. He took another gaze, only to discover that it was his course mate when they were in school that he was seeing.

“Desmond!” He called when the receptionist wondered if he knew him.

Desmond looked back and like the lost child that was found by his father, they embraced each other exhilaratingly.

“Wow! You aren’t looking bad at all,” said George looking rather overwhelmed. “Oh, it’s God. Don’t tell me you’ve been in this town and we didn’t run into each other at all,” said Desmond. “I have. Didn’t you hear of what befell us?” Asked George. “No. What happened?” Desmond asked curiously.

“So you are not aware that I lost my parents and worst off we lost everything, I mean everything,” said George. “Are you serious? What happened? I left the country after we finished our one year compulsory youth service. I returned few months ago and that was when I bought this place. I am not aware of anything of such. I am so sorry,” said Paul sympathetically. “You mean you own this place,” George said amazingly. “Yes. What exactly happened?” Desmond asked.

It seems the two friends were after two different information. With the look on George’s face and the way he looked at the building, it seems he was curious to confirm what he just stated. “You mean all these?” He asked. “I think it is better we go into my office to talk,” Desmond said as he led the way.

George got back home like one who has won a jackpot and called Loveth as he entered the compound.

Loveth, who was just returning from an interview and had landed on the bed like one who had not seen a bed for ages, heard his voice, but she remained on her bed.

George did not just rush into the room elatedly, he hugged her and started kissing her all over. She was still wondering the reason for his excitement when he said, “Baby, just put your CV together, you’ve gotten a job already,” he said affirmatively and she looked at him wonderstruck.

“I’ve gotten a job, or you have gotten a job? Or are you asking me if I got the job I went for the interview?” She asked. “Nope. Guess what?” He asked. “See, the only thing I want to guess right now is that you have gotten a job,” she said. “And it doesn’t matter if you are the one that got it?” He said. “If it doesn’t, will I be walking around the street of Lagos under this simmering sun for a job,” she said. “OK. Will you allow me to talk now?” he said. “But I didn’t stop you from talking. You are the one who started a guess game that I am not interested in,” she said.

“Actually, I saw a job vacancy and decided to check it out. Guess what happened when I got there,” he said and paused staring at her face, but she doesn’t seem interested. “Love, I am not interested in this your guess game. If you want to talk, go ahead, but if you are waiting for me to guess anything, you are ‘waiting for Godot’ and you know Godot will never come,” she said and turned to the other side of the bed. “Alright. Well, I was dazed when I discovered that it was my friend who owns the company. And you won’t believe it, the moment I told him, he said I should just tell you to come, it was a done deal and from what I learnt, they are not offering bread’s crumbs.” He said excitedly. “Really, but why didn’t he decide to help you?” She asked.

It was as if it was at that moment that he just gave it a thought. “Well, maybe because I didn’t ask for that. I only told him why I came there and he said you should come. Asking him for another favour will sound somehow,” he said. “That’s true anyway. Alright then, I guess we will have to wait till tomorrow then. I am seriously tired,” she said. “Sorry dear,” he replied. “And I am hungry too, do you have any cash on you for us to get something to eat?” She asked. “Yes. I guess you’ll manage this 500naira,” he said and gave it to her.

But, just about when she stood up to get what they will eat, her phone rang. She looked at George in a questionable manner, but it seems it was a lover’s paralinguistic form of communication as it was easy for him to decode. “Don’t tell me it’s your mom that is calling,” he said. “Yes,” she answered reluctantly. “Does that mean you aren’t sleeping here tonight,” he said. “I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you,” she said. “Alright, at least I have two pillows on this bed. Baby, I really can’t wait to get out of this financial mess so I can marry you,” he said. “And you will be out of it soon. Don’t worry,” she said affirmatively. “Please, make sure you get there on time tomorrow,” he pleaded. “Of course I will,” she replied.

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POTHOLES

Chapter Five
It has been two months since the unexpected demise of George Williams and the whole drama had been put to rest until his childhood friend, Mr Ade, who had relocated to UK about four years ago returned to Nigeria.

Having tried to reach his friend to no avail, he aptly went to his house only to be welcomed with a hit like ton of bricks.

It was his gateman that first started what seemed like a drama. As he knocked on their gate and asked for his friend, he started crying and wouldn’t give any response until Mr. Ade got annoyed.

“Why all this drama? Does it look like I am enjoying your drama?” He said angrily as he pushed him aside and entered the house, only to find out that it wasn’t a drama after all.

“What! The person I spoke with….” he replied and stopped briefly as if he was thinking of the last time he spoke with him, “Wait, but he can’t be dead. No. How?” He took a breather again and gave his wife a long insinuating stare. “Loveth, what happened to my friend?” He asked sharply.

She couldn’t figure out what to say and others with her were amazed to hear that question. With the look on their faces, one could tell that it wasn’t what he asked that was the issue, but how he asked.

Like a man who had been unconscious and abruptly gained his balance, he sat down for a while and tears were gushing out of his eyes like the flow of the woman with the issue of blood. “Sir, you have to cool down. You are a man and you should be strong for your friend’s wife and children,” said Loveth’s brother, but he gave no response.

Mr. Ade walked to Dominion and his sisters, tapped them soothingly, but gave Loveth a questionable look again and left.

No one could really understand what was wrong or what could propel the questionable way he looked at her.

Dominion, who has had enough of the unending drama, sat quietly and all he could do was to watch them all and uttered little or no word.

It was about an hour later that the women with Loveth pleaded with her to eat, that just like every other person who came to console the family, two men came in asking for her.

They felt they came to pay a condolence visit, only to be dazed when they introduced themselves as police officers. “Are they investigating his death?” One of the visitors asked her friend beside her, but everyone became dumbfounded when one of them said, “Mrs Loveth Williams, you are under arrest for the murder of Chief George Williams.”

“What? Please what is going on here,” was the question that was painted on everyone’s face. “Officer, please, enough of this drama. Who sent you here?” Asked Loveth’s brother. But instead of answering, they led her away, though they tried to stop them.

“What on earth is going on here? First, it was my Mom who accused my Uncle of being responsible for my Dad’s death, now it’s my Mom that is being arrested,” Dominion said, utterly befuddled as every other person who was present.

POTHOLES

Chapter Four
Like confused spectators, they just couldn’t comprehend what their eyes and ears were fed with. Emmanuel stood dumbfounded for minutes without any idea of what to say or do as people tried to get her hands off him, but she refused to simmer down.

It was at that moment people began to doubt if she had not lost her sanity because of the loss. “Don’t you think we should take her to the hospital,” suggested her friend, Hope. As if her words provoked her, she ran towards Dr. Emmanuel again, but people tried to manacle her while others advised that Dr. Emmanuel takes his leave, but she wouldn’t stop shouting, “murderer! I’ll make you pay for this, I swear you will,” she threatened.

They could no longer allow her continue like that as it was as if she was losing her mind. Irrespective of how her son and the people around tried, she just kept shouting, “I am not insane ooo, he killed him. I know he did.”

Few minutes later, the doctor Hope called came in, but she refused to answer any of the questions he asked him, than to asseverate that nothing is wrong with her.

Dr. Emmanuel just kept pacing around in his apartment bombarding his friend who had accompanied him to her house with questions he possibly cannot find answers to. “How on earth would she think I killed my brother? Why would I? My own brother? Is she insane?” “You have to calm down. I am bowled over as you are, but…” he said but seem reluctant to continue when Emmanuel asked him sharply, “But what?”

“Maybe because of the past,” he said when Emmanuel interrupted him. “Which past? Which stupid past will make me kill my own brother?” He replied aggressively. “Just forget it. She must be overwhelmed with the pain. Maybe that propelled her thoughtless statement. Calm down my friend,” he said as he tapped his shoulder soothingly.

Maybe he was right. But how could the past lead to such a wicked move? It wasn’t long after the unusual way George met Loveth that they crossed each other’s path again. Those days were the days the Williams family wished life never begat.

Exactly three days after Chief Williams’ birthday, he went for R and R to Canada with his wife, only for them to return no more. They all wished it was a nightmare that they were on the plane that crashed, but the dreadful beast had already done his worst.

George had already passed her when he checked his mirror to realize it was a familiar face. He reversed and stopped beside her.

“Hello, I wanted to be sure it was you,” said George. “Oh, hi, how are you?” She asked. “Well, I guess I am fine. Do you mind if I give you a ride?” He asked. “That is if you are going towards Lekki Phase Two,” she said. “My dad’s company is there and I am actually going there now,” he replied. “Oh, I learnt you lost your parents. I am sorry,” she said as he opened the car for her to come in. “Oh, thank you,” he replied. “And how is Dr. Emmanuel?” She asked. “I thought you guys know each other and must have seen him,” he said. “Yes, but not that much. The last time I spoke to him was when I found out what happened and called to send my condolence,” she explained.

“OK. He is good. Do you work in Lekki?” He asked. “Well, I am still trying to get a job,” she said. “Do you mind dropping your CV with me?” Asked George. “Of course not, I will be grateful,” she replied.

Being the first child of Chief Williams, he was the sole heir to his father’s possessions, but little does he know that table will take an unexpected turn.

It was the same day he had invited Loveth over for an interview at his father’s company that two bank officials came to inform him that his father had collected a huge sum of money as loan that he had not been able to settle before his death.

It landed on him like coconut that dropped on a man unexpectedly. He was still trying to put his head together when his secretary informed him that Loveth was around.

That day was the beginning of a new phase in his life. Everything flip flop, but there was just one thing that brought life into his life, Loveth.

He had confided in her about the new development and while everything pulverized, she became a shoulder he found comfort in.

Bit by bit, they lost their properties. It became alarming when none of his father’s friend were willing to help, rather, one of them advised them to sell the company.

George felt it was a sincere advice at first, only to discover that he was among the people who bided for the company and offered the highest amount.

No matter how Emmanuel insisted that they should sell it to him, George refused to agree to such until what Emmanuel called stubbornness made them lose the company to the bank.

For a long time, George had to depend on his brother who was working in a hospital, until he got fed-up and decided to leave.

“Where are you going? I am your brother for crying out loud,” said Emmanuel. “My younger brother,” he said. “Seriously, when will you drop this coat of pride? Look, you will get a job soon. At least I have one we can both live on. So, relax. We will figure out a way together,” said Emmanuel comfortingly. “And that way is what I want to figure out now,” replied George.

No matter what his brother said, his mind was made up, and without any plan, he left fishing for a means of livelihood.

By that time, his love story had started with Loveth, and Emmanuel knew all along. But when he couldn’t comprehend why she chose her brother over him, he let it go and didn’t disclose it to his brother that he had asked her out, neither did Loveth.

POTHOLES

Chapter Three
She had picked a black dress that amplified her alluring light complexion about a year before the demise of her husband. But, who would have thought that she would end up using it to mourn him.

Her sparkling skin and radiant look attracted several men that it became a puzzle for her to choose from her scads of suitors.

Loveth woke up with a strange headache, and started feeling feverish. She took pain reliever, but the night seemed like it wouldn’t end.

When she could no longer hold back the pain through the night, she went to her friend’s room and woke her up.

By the time she got to the hospital, she was already lying like a lifeless chicken. The doctor attended to her anon and after a while, she slept off like a baby that was rocked to bed.

If it was like every other day when she sport her beauty, one would understand the reason he stood by her bed side and smiled. But she was looking so pale and lifeless, yet no one could tell what made him fix his gaze on her admiringly.

As she opened her eyes to welcome the new day, Dr. Emmanuel Williams’ face was what she saw. It was like she was watching a movie and wondered why the doctor kept smiling to her.

Though she was discharged the following day, Dr. Emmanuel couldn’t take his mind off Loveth until he located her house.

Irrespective of his persistence and the gifts he showered on her, she still turned him down over and over again.

Unknown to Loveth, her friend insisted they should attend her boss’ birthday together, only to get there to realize that it was the father of Dr. Emmanuel, Chief Williams who was celebrating his birthday.

At first, she was dazed to find him at the party. But being an intelligent lady, it was not difficult for her to decode. She turned to her friend and said, “so you knew he is his dad and he told you to invite me. Smart move,” and she took her leave, but Emmanuel went after her.

“I am sorry, it’s just that you wouldn’t come if you know the truth. Since you refused to grant me audience, I decided to take advantage of my dad’s birthday,” explained Emmanuel. “I just said it is a smart move,” she responded and walked away.

Unknown to her, Emmanuel’s elder brother, the first son of Chief Williams was coming towards her direction. She ran into him and the wine in his hands splashed on her. “I am so sorry,” he apologized. “Sorry please, let me get you…,” said Emmanuel, but she refused and they all pleaded with her.

“It’s OK, but I have to go. I can’t sit in a party like this,” she said. “I will not be happy if you leave. I am George,” he said. “Loveth,” she replied.

“Please we can wash and dry it with a washer dryer. I’ll just tell my cousin to get you what to change into and you’ll have your beautiful gown back in a jiffy. I must say you look absolutely angelic in it,” he said when Emmanuel interrupted. “Or better still, I’ll take you home and you’ll change into something else,”

“And where is your cousin?” She asked, ignoring the words of Emmanuel. “Come with me please,” George said as he leads the way.

Those memories lingered in her mind as tears climbed down her cheeks and her family and friends who were with her mollified her.

Just about that time, Dr. Emmanuel, came in. Like a mad woman who bounced on a man that had offended her, “You killed him! You killed him!” She exclaimed as she jumped at him and held his clothes blubbering.

It was as though everyone was watching a movie. They were stunned. “How can she accuse her husband’s brother of being responsible for his own brother’s death,” was the question that was hanging in the eyes of the onlookers.

POTHOLES

Chapter Two

As if the night was striving with the day to reign beyond its hours, he wondered why the arrival of the new dawn had not been announced. He became edgy as sleep refused to lay its soothing hands on him until the eleventh hour. By the time his alarm rang, he was enjoying his voyage to the dream world when Rolland entered his room to discover that he was still glued to his bed.

There were several questions in his eyes as he left the hostel and boarded a car to Lagos. The charming smile that usually hang on his cheek was soon fading away as he became exasperated with the journey. The sound of the half dead car and the portly man beside him who seem to have mistaken the car for his room complicated his shoe, as he struggled to sit cozily. “God, this nightmare has to end. I hope this is really worth it,” he thought.

By the time the car got to Lagos, the traffic congestion forced the driver to move at a snail-like pace until he finally got to the car park.

As he alighted languidly, he saw the White Toyota Camry of his mentor, Dr. Smith and breathe a sigh of relief. “Good day sir, I didn’t know you will come to pick me sir,” he said as he greeted him and he opened his arms and embraced him.

“How is mummy sir?” He asked. “She is doing great,” Dr. James replied. “I have not been able to reach my family since yesterday sir. Maybe I should go home first and see you in the evening,” he said. “I spoke to your mum a while ago. They are fine. Maybe it’s the network. I won’t take much of your time dear,” Dr. Smith replied. “If you insist sir, that’s ok.”

They had only entered the living room when they were welcomed by the sumptuous aroma coming from the kitchen, as Mrs. Smith welcomed and served him with an Africa delicacy, pounded yam and ‘eguzi’soup.

Some minutes later, Dr. Smith invited him over to his office. “Dominion, you know there is a time for everything under heaven, and sometimes we are faced with the things we least expect. But, God is always faithful and his love is unchanging. We tried all we could, but God called your father home on Sunday,” he said dolefully.

Dominion who has been quietly wondering what necessitated the initial words of his mentor looked confused. “Sir, I don’t really get you,” he said as Dr. Smith drew closer to him and tapped him comfortingly. Like he was suddenly gripped by fear, he stammered as he asked, “s-i-r, w-h-o….”

Dolor encapsulated the room as sounds that has not find its expression in the dictionary followed the tears that climbed down his cheeks.

Sometimes the noise within is so loud that one can barely hear the utterances around. Though his mentor uttered comforting words, it was like talking to a deaf man.

Dominion Williams is the first child of the well known business tycoon, Chief George Williams. He was as strong as an ox a day before the day he kissed the dust and no one knew he had booked an appointment with death.

POTHOLES

Chapter Two
As if the night was striving with the day to reign beyond its hours, he wondered why the arrival of the new dawn had not been announced. He became edgy as sleep refused to lay its soothing hands on him until the eleventh hour. By the time his alarm rang, he was enjoying his voyage to the dream world when Rolland entered his room to discover that he was still glued to his bed.

There were several questions in his eyes as he left the hostel and boarded a car to Lagos. The charming smile that usually hang on his cheek was soon fading away as he became exasperated with the journey. The sound of the half dead car and the portly man beside him who seem to have mistaken the car for his room complicated his shoe, as he struggled to sit cozily. “God, this nightmare has to end. I hope this is really worth it,” he thought.

By the time the car got to Lagos, the traffic congestion forced the driver to move at a snail-like pace until he finally got to the car park.

As he alighted languidly, he saw the White Toyota Camry of his mentor, Dr. Smith and breathe a sigh of relief. “Good day sir, I didn’t know you will come to pick me sir,” he said as he greeted him and he opened his arms and embraced him.

“How is mummy sir?” He asked. “She is doing great,” Dr. James replied. “I have not been able to reach my family since yesterday sir. Maybe I should go home first and see you in the evening,” he said. “I spoke to your mum a while ago. They are fine. Maybe it’s the network. I won’t take much of your time dear,” Dr. Smith replied. “If you insist sir, that’s ok.”

They had only entered the living room when they were welcomed by the sumptuous aroma coming from the kitchen, as Mrs. Smith welcomed and served him with an Africa delicacy, pounded yam and ‘eguzi’soup.

Some minutes later, Dr. Smith invited him over to his office. “Dominion, you know there is a time for everything under heaven, and sometimes we are faced with the things we least expect. But, God is always faithful and his love is unchanging. We tried all we could, but God called your father home on Sunday,” he said dolefully.

Dominion who has been quietly wondering what necessitated the initial words of his mentor looked confused. “Sir, I don’t really get you,” he said as Dr. Smith drew closer to him and tapped him comfortingly. Like he was suddenly gripped by fear, he stammered as he asked, “s-i-r, w-h-o….”

Dolor encapsulated the room as sounds that has not find its expression in the dictionary followed the tears that climbed down his cheeks.

Sometimes the noise within is so loud that one can barely hear the utterances around. Though his mentor uttered comforting words, it was like talking to a deaf man.

Dominion Williams is the first child of the well known business tycoon, Chief George Williams. He was as strong as an ox a day before the day he kissed the dust and no one knew he had booked an appointment with death.