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SUNNY WEDNESDAYS: IVIE (VI)

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As Osaze eased his sleek black Mustang through the gates of Cakes & Coffee Restaurant, the scent of warm pastries and roasted beans met him halfway, a familiar comfort.  The restaurant stood like a quiet gem in the heart of Ojota, where rustic street corners met the slow encroachment of modernity. It was the kind of place that married two worlds with grace, where a market woman could enjoy puff-puff and coffee beside a banker relishing her red velvet cheesecake. Cakes & Coffee wasn’t just a business; it was a bridge, soft jazz played through the outdoor speakers, lilting over the mixed chatter of customers. Families, students, couples, it welcomed them all. The chalkboard menu, hand-drawn and colorful, changed with the seasons. And the air always smelled of hope, butter, and ambition.  Leaning against the wooden arch at the entrance, Emmanuel waited for his cousin, arms crossed, eyes squinting from the sun. His apron was dusted with flour, a badge of honor in the heat ...

SUNNY WEDNESDAYS: IVIE (V)

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She knew before she even saw the sheen of sweat glistening on Rita’s brow that she had an uninvited guest.  Rita stood nervously by the doorway, her breathing shallow, eyes flickering with silent apology. “I’m so sorry, Ma,” she whispered, wringing her hands. “I tried to stop him from going in, truly I did, he just pushed past me.” Ivie nodded, her expression calm, almost unreadable. She had known this day might come. She also knew exactly who awaited her behind her office door.  “It’s okay. Thank you for holding the fort,” she said gently, her voice low but steady. “Please move my 12 p.m. meeting to 4.” Rita hesitated, biting her lip, worry etched into her features. She wanted to ask, will you be okay alone with him? but instead, she gave a tense nod and stepped aside. Ivie inhaled deeply, then pushed the door open. ππππππ “Good morning, Osaze.” Her tone was cool, polite, too polite. She walked in with grace, setting her structured black leather bag onto the couch with d...

SUNNY WEDNESDAYS: IVIE (IV)

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Ivie Thomas came expectant. She hadn’t come all this way, physically and emotionally, just to spectate. If she wasn’t serious about meeting with the God her Personal Assistant, Rita Adedeji, spoke of with childlike certainty and unwavering passion, then why had she come at all? The usher who greeted her at the door was a small-framed woman with a bright scarf and a smile that lit up her entire face. Her energy was warm, almost disarming, and before Ivie could overthink it, she found herself being gently guided to a seat in the third row. She obliged with a soft nod and a careful, deliberate step, one hand instinctively resting on her protruding belly for balance. As she lowered herself into the seat, she took a moment to soak in her surroundings. The church was not what she had expected. No gaudy chandeliers or intimidating religious symbols. Instead, the space was defined by simplicity and airiness. The concrete ceiling slanted in elegant angles, forming a concave canopy that curved ...

SUNNY WEDNESDAYS: IVIE (III)

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  "Ma, you should be resting. I didn’t hear you come in.” Rita’s voice was soft but laced with concern as she looked up from her task.  Ivie smiled, a hint of warmth in her expression as she reached into the fridge, pulling out the last bit of cookie dough ice cream. She gestured to Rita to join her, a silent invitation that felt like comfort in the midst of their busy lives. “And you shouldn’t be cleaning my apartment, You’ve done so much already Rita,”  Rita was carefully folding the blankets and placing them into the washing machine just across the hallway. The machine hummed quietly, and through the open door, the view of the glittering five-star resort beyond the balcony was visible, its lights twinkling like stars. Ivie smiled as she handed over the spoon. Rita eagerly dug into the rich, creamy ice cream. "And I intend to do more, Ma. Don’t try to stop me," Rita added with a grin.  Ivie raised her hands in mock surrender, her laughter filling the room. "I woul...

SUNNY WEDNESDAYS: IVIE (II)

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                   Rita could feel the tension in the air as she watched Ivie, her boss, rub her foot absentmindedly, the weight of the decision she'd been carrying for days heavy in her posture. With a reluctant sigh, Ivie lifted her feet off the cool terrace floor, the rough tiles beneath her now feeling too real, too grounding. The terrace was her little retreat, her private sanctuary from the sterile, minimalist furnishings of the rest of the office. It was the only corner of the company that felt like a personal space, with a few more touches of comfort than the basic ambiance that defined the rest of the company’s utilitarian design. She was grateful, though, for Rita. Her assistant had proven to be more than just a diligent worker. After witnessing the storm that had brewed between Ivie and her husband, Rita had shown a rare, tender kind of empathy. Despite the chaos Ivie had been living through, Rita had not forced the issue, had...

SUNNY WEDNESDAYS: IVIE (I)

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                                       How could she not think on these things? The Keke napep swerved sharply at the T-junction, its metal frame creaking as the driver maneuvered through the narrow space. Ivie clutched the iron bar at the roof of the tricycle with a white-knuckled grip, her body jolting with every rough turn. The jarring motion threw her against the side, but she steadied herself, holding on tight as the vehicle regained balance. They were back on track, the journey unfolding in the same bumpy, unpredictable rhythm it had started with. Osaze’s incessant reminders of her past echoed in her mind, and though the words tried to pierce her peace, they couldn't find purchase. How could he still cling to the remnants of the life she’d left behind? His constant reminders of her drinking and smoking habits felt like deliberate attempts to drag her back into the mire. But she woul...

SUNNY WEDNESDAYS: ATINUKE (Chapter Eleven)

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  PROVERBS 18:24B  The invite had read " a touch of Ankarafabulousness ” a playful twist of words that made Bugo chuckle as she stood in front of her mirror, styling her hair with care.  Her new look was a braided front that gave way to a lush Afro puff at the back, a fusion that felt both modern and rooted. She had asked the stylist at The Deloitte Hairs to thread two strands on each side of her face and decorate them with ancient-looking ivory beads, each bead catching the light as she moved, adding a playful, girlish charm that whispered of heritage and boldness. She loved her hair. It made her feel grounded, yet elevated. Regal, yet approachable. As she patted her face with gentle dabs of setting powder, she took her time to apply her new matte lipstick, a rich terracotta shade that gave her lips a warm, earthy glow. She outlined carefully, then pressed her lips together and smiled. There was something sacred about using your own money for the first time in a while. ...