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SUNNY WEDNESDAYS (IVIE)

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Ivie Thomas came expectant, why bother coming if she was not serious about having an encounter with the God her Personal Assistant, Rita Adedeji, passionately spoke of. She was led to the third row by a rather bubbly usher and kindly obliged. Making a mental note to tell Rita that the church was quite decent with its well ventilated tilted concrete on a concave-shaped plan with bare walls and little vases of freshly plucked flowers arrayed each rows. She was here for God. ♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤ Rita Adedeji could barely contain her joy when she saw her heavily rounded boss walk into her home church, Living Fountain Springs. The same church she met Tunde, and the same church she chose to be a vessel to be used by God to reach others. She remembered the day before she went for the interview at Ivie’s Startup company, she knew that she was to be a change in the company somehow but she had not envisioned it being a source of light to her Boss. Even with the black sequined buba that Ivie wore, and he

SUNNY WEDNESDAYS (BACKSEAT)

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She kept it at a minimal, she just wiped her face with a detox facial wipe and put a glossy lip gloss, bathed her eyes in a partially dried mascara she found beside her bedframe, wore her only nice dress remaining, a floral adire mini length gown. Bugo sighed as she wondered what propelled her to talk to Madam Atinuke or better still accept her invite. She took the flyer from her broken legged dresser and took the back door to avoid Baba Salami, the landlord targeting her for insults this morning, She was only owing two months salary. The church looked decent as she sneaked in and spied to see if she would see a familiar face. She regretted instantly the minute Madam Atinuke waved her over. She pretended like she didn't see her and felt a tap on her shoulder.  “Ma'am, we have a special seat for you in front,” Bugo smiled and knew it was Madam Atinuke's handiwork that she was taken from the backseat. She saw her smiling and muttered a greeting, “Bugo, I am so glad to see you

SUNNY WEDNESDAYS (IVIE)

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   “Ma, you should be resting, I didn’t hear you come in” Ivie smiled as she took the remaining cookie dough ice-cream from the fridge and gestured to Rita to join her. “And you shouldn’t be cleaning my apartment Ivie, you have done so much already”. Rita smiled as she made sure to put the blankets in the washing machine right across the hallway that led to the balcony overseeing the glittering five-star resort. She took the spoon her boss offered and dug right into the sumptuous ice-cream. “And I intend to do more Ma, don’t try to stop me” Ivie laughed as she put her hands up in surrender. "I will like to take you up on your offer," "What offer, Ma" "I will love to attend service with you this week, if you don't mind," Rita could not hide her joy, she leaped out of her seat and yelped. Ivie laughed heartily and stared at her assistant who recently was now a great part of her journey.  "This is great news Ma'am, we cannot wait to have you, I a

SUNNY WEDNESDAYS (BUGO)

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                                  She sniffed as she picked up the smell of rotten eggshells oozing from the dustbin situated close to the gas pump at the filling station. She hated this job, she muttered as she picked up the overflowing dustbin grudgingly and stepped through the back door of the restroom to dispose it contents into the big wastebin. The smell of cheap cigarette mixed with the rotten eggshells as she stepped out the back door of the station. She knew immediately that Musa was at it again,  "Musa, well done oh, by 12pm you dey smoke, so until the dirty flood station before you go know say na you suppose clear am, abi?" The fair skinned scraggy looking guy in his oversized station uniform popped a sweet smile and hurriedly stepped on the cigarette he currently was puffing.  "Sorry na, no shout na, I promise I go make it up to you, please na" She raised her out of shape razor shaped eyebrows and shifted away from his playful embrace "na you know

SUNNY WEDNESDAYS (IVIE)

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      Many years ago                                                                              “Osa babe, where are we heading to tonight,” She hurriedly texted her boyfriend before the lecturer could turn towards her direction. She smiled as he gave her a stern look. He obviously suspected that she was up to something.  She pouted as her phone vibrated on her lap, Osa babe had obviously replied. Fighting the urge to peep at the latest hangout spot for tonight, she focused on learning why Post-Colonial African Personalities was of any use to her Marketing degree. The relief she got as she inhaled the flavored tobacco from the lips of Osa babe. The party was bubbling and the slit on her sequin purple halter neck gave Osa babe access to her laps. The air was heavily filled with tobacco and a mixture of molasses and fruit flavors. She twirled and fell on Osa babe’s lap. “I’m gonna marry you,” he whispered in her left ear. She hid her blush perfectly and peered close to his face, “ uhn?

SUNNY WEDNESDAYS (FRONT ROW)

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         "We believe that our God is faithful and through his faithfulness, we enjoy the manifold gift of grace," the Guest Pastor pranced as he delivered his message titled 'The Manifold Grace of God'. Her rosy cheeks was her distinctive feature as it enhanced the big round glasses that reached the tip of her nose, With her elfin height, Mama Thembe jumped, held unto her pink feather straw hat before it could jump off her cornrows and chorused "Hallelujah! ! ! The Word works, Glory." Atinuke smiled as she watched her, Mama Thembe and her hats of many colours and styles was a spice to look forward to every Sunsay Service, she retraced her focus on the sermon. "A, Wait up," Mama Thembe moved easily through the crowd that had gathered immediately service closed.  "Where are you rushing to na, don't you know it is wrong to make Mama T out of breath? You women walk so hurriedly out of church, how do you expect a man to catch up ehen?" Her

SUNNY WEDNESDAYS (IVIE)

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                                                     Rubbing her foot and reluctantly agreeing to lifting her feet off the terrace floor of her office, which truth be told was the only place which had a bit of furnishing than the basic ambience and style of the rest of the company’s space. She was glad to have an assistant that was willing to also butt into her personal life after experiencing her upheaval relationship with her husband. She had waited severally for Rita Ndubisi to bring up what she had witnessed that unfortunate day but rather all she got from her assistant was love and a message of God’s love sent to her WhatsApp three days later. “I hope I didn’t rush you,” relaxing into the sofa that symbolises her seat as the C.E.O of her company. “No Ma, not at all. I got it all jotted down” “Good”. A long pause ensued. Rita adjusted her newly installed wig strand that found its way to her red glossy painted lips. She made a mental note not to break the ice, she focused on her tab