Auggie Pullman is a ten year old boy born with a defect called Treacher-Collin syndrome; which affected his facial features and his physiological being. To survive, he had to undergo 27 surgeries; some to help him breathe, hear, see and most, to make him look better.
“And that’s my daughter, Anthonia.”
Luke extended a hand to her with a smile. “Ha, the lovely Anthonia. I’ve heard so much about you, I feel like I know you already.”
“Yet, I’ve heard almost nothing about you.” She responded before taking the extended hand.
My phone rang beside me that evening, as I was contemplating all that happened at Dinner. The shower was running, … More
The car I brought is his. You are welcome to check the papers.”
“Could have been rented and forged.” She tackled me.
“Dotun brought his bag out of the car trunk. His things are in there.”
“Anyone can buy a duffel bag and fill it with men’s clothes.” She popped a shrimp in her mouth, while giving me an evil smile.
“I can call him and make him speak to everyone right now.”
“Probably an arrangement with…”
“Miss Donnie, you have a visitor.” One of the resort’s attendant interrupted Tonia’s tirade.
I turned to look at the attendant. He was staring at me.
“I’m sorry, you said what?”
“You have a visitor. He’s waiting right outside the door.” He gestured at the glass doors of the dining room.
I wiped my mouth with a napkin. “Who is it?”
“So, are you an Oxford graduate?”
“Princeton actually. First and second degree in Business management. It wasn’t what I wanted to do, but my parents wanted the best for me, so I didn’t complain.”
I gawked like a fish, opening my mouth and closing it. “You’re an Ivy League graduate? Holy Shit.”
“Aunty Deola please don’t swear. And since when did shit become holy?” Dotun piped from the backseat.
He sighed loudly before dignifying my curiosity with a response. “It’s Ebhojie.”
“And what’s so difficult about that, I mean, it’s not like….” I suddenly caught sight of the signed form on the open file beside me on the bed. “Wait a minute, you are related to the owners of the African Oasis?”
“Yes” His voice was almost a whisper, but I could hear him clearly.
A lot of things suddenly made sense
“Donnie, I’m really sorry for snapping at you last night. I’m also sorry for not telling you about Esther, and for what it’s worth, nothing happened. How can I be with her when another has my heart?”
“Good afternoon Donatella, I trust you had a great day at work.” Ehis’s smile greeted me as I entered the … More
Did I mention how annoying Peter can get? Whenever he scented a juicy gossip like a hound, he would harangue … More
I was still riding on the cloud of my euphoria when Femi returned from his ‘friendly’ let-me-see-you-to-the-gate. I was pretending … More