Hello dear reader, top of the morning to you. I hope like me, you're in high spirits this morning 💃
This year has been like a roller coaster ride, 😵 but thank God for his mercies.
With the ASUU strike still on, I have had more time to dedicate to my other passion, writing stories 😊😆😉
The story below is the first chapter from a short story I just completed titled "THE KEEPER". As usual, I will not publish all the chapters because I want to have it published 😁However, I will try to post 3 chapters here.
Do enjoy and share your opinion in the comment section, thank you 😘
Chapter 1
As night fell on the quiet government residential area of Ikeja Lagos, Motola Okafor smoothed the crease on her dining table cloth and took a step back to admire her work.
The dishes with Chris’ favourite meal sat in the middle of the table, expensive china and silver wear neatly arranged, a bottle of champagne in the ice bucket, and two wine glasses beside each plate. The scented candles gave a nice ambience to the room, as soft music played in the background. All was set for the perfect anniversary dinner.
Motola smiled as she parted the curtains to check if her husband was back. As was his usual schedule, he was bound to be home any moment.
With Joana asleep in her room, Motola changed to a sexy evening dress, touched up her makeup and sat on the sofa to await Chris’ return.
Seven years had gone by so fast. It seemed like it was only yesterday that they both stood in Saint Anne’s Chapel Asokoro Abuja exchanging their marital vows. It had been a tumultuous seven years filled with highs and lows. Their love had withstood many tests; the strongest being ‘childlessness’.
Motola shuddered as she recalled those painful memories; the constant flow of tears, the guilt, the feeling of inadequacy and the icy cold grip of fear and failure.
When it seemed like all hope was lost, their marriage on the brink of collapse, Joana came into their lives.
At first Motola couldn’t believe she could love another person’s child like her own, but after three years, she couldn’t imagine life without her precious angel. Chris was an excellent father, and together they made the perfect family.
The car horn brought Motola out of her memories, Chris was back. Her heart raced as she walked towards the door. The dinner was a surprise and she hoped he would like it.
She took a deep breath as she opened the front door.
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