My Fairy Tale Story (5) Final Part.

*covers face*

The final part is finally here.

Read the first four parts by clicking on the links below;

Part 1, Part 2,Part 3 ,Part 4

Toke had called Mayokun’s school for umpteenth time on her mobile phone, but the line kept giving an engaging tone each time. Mayokun was always back form school latest by 3.30pm while she joined him at home by 5pm.  Getting home by 5.15pm that day he was not yet back from school. Fear gripped her and as she picked her bag to go out, her phone rang.

“Hallo, please is this Mrs Akinsipe?”

“Please who is on the line?” She responded with her heart almost jumping out of her mouth.

“I am calling from St. Francis Hospital at Ikeja, your son was bought here …” She had cut the line.

She rushed out of the gate into Folusho almost tripping both of them off.

“Toke what is going on?” Folusho looked lost.

With disjointed words she explained that Mayokun was in the hospital. They rushed into the car and down to the hospital.

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Michael wondered; this boy was so much like him and he had given his Mom’s name as Miss Akinsipe, and smartly knew her number off hand. Could this be Toke? He was suddenly gripped with fear and guilt. He had been driving down around Ikeja and out of nowhere the little boy was in front of his car and too late in applying his brakes he had knocked him down. When the had regained consciousness, he had been able to give out his mom’s Name and number. The doctor had called her and she was on the way.

CHAPTER EIGHT

“My God, Mayokun who did this to you?” He was sleeping peacefully.

Toke looked at him all over; he had fractured his shoulder and had bruises all over his face.

“Miss Akinsipe, please calm down, he will be fine. The man that was driving the car has gone down to our pharmacy to pick up the prescribed drugs.”

Folusho led her out of the ward, trying to calm her down. “The boy needs rest and I am sure he will be fine.”

Thank God, My son is alive she thought. She couldn’t imagine what would have happened otherwise.      

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When Toke saw him, she pinched herself to be sure she wasn’t dreaming.

Michael seeing her froze too and stared at her. God, Mayokun was his son, he confirmed to himself as he walked up to her.

She deliberately ignored any familiarity when he greeted her.

“You are the reckless driver who knocked down my son?”

“I am sorry”, Michael started; “I didn’t see him run into the road, it happened all so fast. I will be paying his bills…”

“I don’t care”, Toke cut him short. “I just want my son fine again”.

Folusho watched the entire exchange. Something funny is going on here he thought.

Micheal, left and went to check Mayokun again, seeing he was still asleep, he went to see the doctor.

Afterwards, he recalled all he had done to Toke. Who would believe he did not deliberately deny the child. He just had to convince her if he was to get anywhere close to his son. He felt so horrible with himself.

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Mayokun’s recovery was very fast. He enjoyed Michael’s company and also noticed how cold his mom was to him. Michael had tried talking to Toke, in vain. She simply didn’t give him the chance. He always met her at the hospital every day during visiting hours but she ignored him even when he greeted her. His son Mayokun was a darling and he always enjoyed his company. One thing he was yet to figure out was the identity of the guy who came with Toke to see their son. He wore a wedding band and Toke had none. These were questions that needed answers.

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The day Mayokun was discharged; he got there early in the morning.

“Hallo Uncle Mike”, the little boy beamed with a smile. “Will you come and see me at home?”

“Yes I will”, Michael responded, wondering if Toke would allow him.

Toke came in, ignoring him as usual and hugged her son.

“Sweetheart, sweet home. Grandma is so excited you are coming back today”.

Michael’s heart raced, grandma? He was completely lost now. Last time he knew, Toke was an orphan.

“Yes mom”, Mayokun’s excited voice bought him back from his thoughts.

“Uncle mike said he would come and visit at home.” Toke was mute.

“Where is Uncle Folusho?”

“He has gone back to Abuja.”

After the discharge, Michael offered to take them home, Toke hesitated but Mayokun was elated with the offer and she was forced to accept. During the drive home, he noticed she seemed to have softened unlike the initial days of the accident. The healing process had begun.

Folusho had spoken to her to hear his side of the story, and accept him if he was sincerely sorry for the sake of their son. She couldn’t deny she still loved him but the pain of the rejection was intense.

After dropping them off at home, he promised to check up on them the next day. He kept to his words and soon became a regular visitor. Mayokun was really fond of him, if only he knew that was his real dad.

CHAPTER NINE

“Toke, I don’t know how to start or even what to say, all I did wasn’t deliberate, and you would know that no guy would claim such knowing he was fully protected. I am just regretting everything I did. I had to sack you because I could bear to see you again after I thought you betrayed me.”

Silence.

“Toke, please say something.”

There was nothing to be said except to cry. She had known he was coming to apologize when he had invited her out. He had been a regular caller at home all because of Mayokun. She had a mother-daughter chat with Grandma and she had told her the first point of recovery for her was forgiveness. It was quite obvious Michael has realized he was wrong and admitting it ready to make things right.

She had forgiven him although he had not formally apologized. He was doing it now.

“Toke”, he called her

“Yes”, she whispered.

God!! She was already crying, he expected it but it still came as a shock to him.

“Please for the sake of Mayokun and the Love we once had, please let us forget the past and move on. I accept the blame.”

“It’s okay, there is nothing I can do. Thank God he saw me through the difficult period.”

“Thank you so much” he said as he took her hands and squeezed it with relief.

Afterward he tried to chat about Mayokun and his early days, but it was very tense getting her to talk. He decided to take her home. Over time they would blend.

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“You are telling me you took him back after all he did to you?” Tinuke queried her.

“I had to for the sake of Mayokun, besides I can’t keep hiding my feelings, I still love him.”

“Anyway you have made your choice and….” A knock at the door interrupted her.

Mayokun, rushed to the door and opened it.

“Daddy, you are late”, he accused Michael.

“I am sorry” he said with his hands raised up in surrender.

Getting to the sitting room he saw the Tinuke and Toke.

“Good evening”, he greeted Tinuke and Hugged Toke.

Everything went silent and you could hear a pin drop. It was heavy with meaning.

“Well…” Tinuke started, “I will take my leave now”. Completely ignoring Michael

“So soon”? Toke asked?

“Yes I have to go see my mum”.

“Are we still fighting?” That was a question that was out of Michael’s lips before he realized it.

“No please, excuse me, Michael” He was standing in front of her.

Toke suddenly aware of the tense atmosphere, sent Mayokun off to meet Grandma.

The moment the little boy left, Tinuke let it all out.

“Michael, I just find it difficult to forgive you for what you did.  If not for Folusho and his parents, do you think you would be proud to call Mayokun your son? Toke has a good heart else you wouldn’t be here now.”

Micheal had been bombarded every now and then by everyone that knew the story. His father had come so hard on him he was lost to himself for some days. Toke was on the verge of tears cos he was always so down after such encounters. This is another of such.

“I am sorry Tinuke. I know you and Toke are just like sisters. I am sincerely sorry. I wish I could change time to correct my mistakes, I am back to make it right for good.”

 “Let us forget the past and move on.”

Toke cut in,

“I am here standing. The pain is all over.”

Tinuke gave him a wicked look and extended a warm embrace look.

“I will kill you if you try it again.”

They all laughed in unison.

I was all over at last.

THE END.

Yeah, finally this is all over, my fairytale story that took forever.

I admit I am a crappy writer. You can add lazy to it.

Anyway ending the story now is like a burden off my chest. I will be careful of the promises I make in the nearest future.

Plenty, plenty gist. I have forgotten most of it sha. Too many happenings in recent times.

I missed a family reunion due to some silly set off peeps, but really like the saying goes every disappointment is a blessing, true for me this time. I would have been cruising on a vacay/reunion and missed on something equally good. Maybe I should become more proverbial and say ’you can’t eat your cake and have it’. I think that fits too. Well summarily, everything works together for good to them that love God.

Been outta town for a considerable number of day, boring but really, it’s the only opportunity I have to rest, infact that’s why I am able to conclude my story. If I am in Lasgidi…I trust myself, I will be roaming up and down looking for what is not missing.

My latest addiction is “Telemundo”. AkA swaps* Lola Lola* for football now. Hmmm, not my fault, It’s that bad, I had to go looking for a drifta hoping to watch it on my phone anywhere and anytime. It is not been connected till now, will see to that soon. Did I mention a part of me is waking up from a deep sleep? I will have to watch more of it.

My previous addiction is still dere. Funny it has not phased out. The shrink skills are now been totally played out on me. Maybe I need it. Maybe I don’t mind. Maybe I need to break down a lot of defenses. Yeah, very true.

Babies and more babies!!!. Kfash and bebe. Girl and Boy. *dancing* More to come. I am eyeing Twins for me. Am serious o!! Join me when I ring the bell of prayers.

Big hugs for Delebabe, you always have a way of giving me the hard knock. This time around I don’t mind.

I can go on and on. Still on Vacay, I offered Deronk Two days out of it, She is yet to respond. I am always nice.

Have a great weekend.

My Fairy Tale Story (4)

I am kind of getting embarrassed at the slow pace this story is being let out. I can’t make any promises but I can only apologise.

CHAPTER SEVEN.

How could Toke do such a thing to him? He had committed himself to her but she had betrayed him. He possibly couldn't be the father of the child. He had been on two kinds of contraceptives because he takes extra care with ladies. He felt relived he had not gotten her some things he planned to get for her. He just couldn't bear the thought of seeing his girlfriend with another man's child in his office, and that was the reason he has to dismiss her. She had cried but he was not moved at all.

Tinuke had called him, fixed an appointment for them to talk but he had not showed up. No amount of begging would make him take her back. She had betrayed his trust in her and he was making her pay for it.

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“Toke, just take things easy, the most important thing is that your conscience is clear and you know he is the father of your child. Leave him to his own conscience.”

Tinuke was really worried, with no job, how was Toke going to cope with a child. Personally, she would have been of assistance but was still without a job and depends on her parents.

“Why don't you go and see Tolu? He might be able to talk to him.”

“Tolu has gone out of the country for a course.”

“Maybe you should try and look for a job.”

“Tinuke!!!, who would employ a pregnant woman?”

“Well, we never can say, just try your luck.”

“Well, I will try.”

Thank you so much Tinuke, I wonder what I would have done without you.

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“You mean Toke is pregnant for another guy?” Tolu asked in disbelief.

“Can u imagine?” that was the short phrased reply he got from Michael.

“Are you sure you are not responsible?” He probed further.

“What do you mean? Can't I take care of a child? I already told you I was protected.”

“I am sorry, but really you know these contraceptives are not a hundred percent effective.”

“Yes I know, but I was double protected.”

“Please let us talk about something else.”

“Maybe you should try and see her, I am sure she has an explanation for this.”

“Not a chance, Tolu.”

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Toke's luck shined again. She got a job as a housekeeper. It's was beneath what she was doing before but its benefit was what attracted her to it.

She had to reside in the house and she got three meals from the house. Despite her pregnant state she had gotten the job through the sympathy of house owner's son' Folusho Daramola. He had picked an interest in her immediately he saw her and persuaded his mom to employ her.

She moved in almost immediately. Folusho kept her company after the day's job. They talked about things in general, he asked about the father of her baby and she told him everything that happened with Michael. He encouraged her to move on and be strong just for the sake of her baby.

Folusho's girlfriend, Bukola was also of much help to her. They both went to the hospital for her ante natals and she always cheered her up anytime she was down.

Michael was someone she could not forget despite the way he treated her. She still loved him. Folusho had told her any guy could possible act that knowing his confidence in the contraceptive he used.

CHAPTER EIGHT.

After happy and sad months, Toke was delivered of a bouncing Baby Boy. It wasn't easy for her there in the labour room. It made her wonder why her own mother would go through nine months and eventually abandon her.

The baby, who was immediately liked by everyone, was an exact replica of his father. No doctor would waste his time on a DNA test to prove paternity of the child. She wished so much that Michael were here to see his son.

Folusho took the baby who was named Mayokun as his son.

He was the father Michael did not want to be.

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Everything went on smoothly at Adebayo Group of companies. It has been almost four years that Toke had left and only workers who knew about what happened between her and Michael. Overtime the gossip had died down.

Life was normal for Michael but the Void Toke left was still there in his life. He had not gotten over what she did to him. He had not set his eyes on her since she left and he didn't have a clue about her whereabout. Little gossips he heard said she had moved away from her Palmgrove apartment. No one however mentioned to where she moved.

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“Mummy”, three-year-old Mayokun called her.

Anytime she looked at him, she always remembered Michael. She always wished he would show up someday. She was quite ok and content with her life, but her son needed his real father.

Folusho and Bukola are now married and reside in Abuja so she saw so little of them.

She had a new job as junior secretary at an oil company, but she resided with the Daramola's. She was more like a child to them now. Mayokun called Folusho's mom Grandma and she was always delighted to show him of anythem they went out or had guests in the house.

Toke however still helped out in the house whenever she had the chance and her effort was always appreciated.

Her son was now in nursery one and damn too sharp for his age.

He was great company to her as well as a contact reminder of His father to her.

One day, your father will change his mind. She always thought.

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Moving on to my usual gist.

I will finish this book one day. I am tired already. Damn too lazy to type out a manuscript. Yet I carry it around every day.

“Beautiful Blood”, “Fine Boys”, “Monitored”, “Purple Hibiscus” and a couple more of them. These are Books pending for my reading.

How could I possibly lose touch with writing and reading about the same time?

What have I really been up to?

Work always, and my usual mind games. Nuttie me.

I haven’t been having the best of human relations in recent times, which is not good at all. I am just kinda sticking to one buddy; My bestie for now. At least I am able to put my shrink skills to use in that area, in a very stubborn way though.

Please who is a Surreptitious Romantic? I know of one. I want to know more in case I might want to make comparisons. (Still trying to figure out what it means)

I read a lovely write up over the weekend. It was very much on point. I loved it. The plot was clean and well delivered. I am still looking for the writer. I would have shared here but it’s not my story to tell.

Meanwhile, I need a vacation. October must not elude me on that.

Yoga things might work for me. I need to format my mind.

Boring me today. Not much to talk about.

Have a lovely week ahead!

A Pleasing Sacrifice

Verse 1

All that I am, all that I have
I lay them down before you, oh Lord
All my regrets, all my acclaims
The joy and the pain, I'm making them yours 

(Chorus)
Lord, I offer my life to you
Everything I've been through
Use it for your glory
Lord I offer my days to you
Lifting my praise to you
As a pleasing sacrifice
Lord I offer you my life 

Verse 2 

Things in the past, things yet unseen
Wishes and dreams that are yet to come true
All of my heart, all of my praise
My heart and my hands are lifted to you 

(Chorus) 

(Bridge)
What can we give
That you have not given?
And what do we have
That is not already yours?
All we possess
Are these lives we're living
That's what we give to you, Lord 

(Chorus) 

At the dawn of a new year in my life this is the song I have been echoing in my head all night long.

It feels good to know God and thirst for more of him.

My life isn’t mine it belongs to God and he decides what to do with it whenever.

The song mirrors exactly how I feel and I am really thankful for the Grace to be alive to see another year.

Atofaratibioke, You are worthy of all my Praise.

*Clears throat*

Been MIA for a while, I know. My hands are full, I have been reading, plus I have a new addiction I could stay with all day long and night sef (keep guessing). About the reading, I just finished “Americanah” by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. I loved it. My best part was the last page (pg. 477), yeah;I gave you the page number to go read it. If the book had ended otherwise ... maybe I will still like it sha. It was a perfect finish for me. Very unafrican. Not the usual abeg we can manage kinda situation. Facing facts, seeing through circumstances and acting accordingly. It’s a western way of making decision but really, I like it in this situation.

Meanwhile, I remembered I wrote three (3) short novels when I was in probably year 1 or 2, university days. I got inspired by my self appointed editor to go dig out the manuscript (yeah, I can call it that). However, I found only one.  It was covered with dust, rat and cockroach had pee on it but they didn’t eat it sha, I wonder why. There was also a poem book (No comment on that)

Anyway, I read through and I was really impressed with myself. I think I could write better back then. So I decided to give you the benefit of reading here in parts (cos its too long for a single post) before I publish (that is if I decide to).

What is going on with all my gadgets? My note is in intensive care unit (thank God for warranty). My hard drive is ...ok let me convince myself its the cable acting up or else...I cant just imagine yet. All my movies*sadface*

Like I said in my last post, June is usually an eventful month for me. More events added already. I am looking forward to surprises as well.AK, stop laughing at me cos I think the new Monday is now Tuesday.

Happy birthday in arrears to Mamacita, Moi Big sis & Bro J, Big C hooking up in a couple of months and in advance to Rikky (Big Hug), Gbemsoll and lots more I cant grab at the moment. Wishing us all long life and prosperity in good health and sound mind.

KT dearie, I miss u so much, even if I pretend not to. Come back quick.

I have plans for today. To Start it in God’s Presence. Thank God it’s a Tuesday and I am on vacation. Yay!!!. Was down before the start of this vacay but dammit, I am back in full force. God is on my side. Activities lined up ke; all plans must be actualized no matter how small.

Still in the spirit with the song (Bishop Clarence McClendon version).

Love y’all.

Zingerthots.