SHATTERED EPISODE 12

From the writer of
Nude Bed
Death after life
Cold Desert
Hot eyes
Sorrows of an Eagle and
Calabash

That moment when you find love, trust and honour in the eyes of everyone.
That moment when your worst enemy becomes the demon himself.
That same moment when your best moment becomes your worst nightmare.

Enjoy the thrills of how far life would sacrifice for love. Yesterday is always a shadow you can not escape, today is a dream worth living, yet tomorrow shall forever remain the wonder of nature hidden to all.

A *shattered* past in itself is a shattered tomorrow.


*SHATTERED*

EPISODE 12

Just hoping he makes the best out of them for the collage.
I made the deposit to Auntie Dela and gave my address to her. She already knew the place. Her place of worship was just adjacent my house. She realised I was soo much in a hurry. "Should I give you a drive? I'm on my way out and I will be using your route. I need to deliver some dresses to a friend", she said. Dresses, wish I could see them. She might perhaps have what I'm going to get. I also needed to get some two or three things to present on the day of the occasion, meaning I can't leave with her in her car.
"....eeermm auntie Dela, thanks so much. I really appreciate your effort,  but I'm sorry I have to turn you down. I still need to get some few items to present tomorrow. I don't have anything in mind though,  but going to check some other places", I said.
"Other things? We got more things here, ranging from designer perfumes, watches with names and class...I mean, name them. With such things, you can get just one for the person and she will forever owe you", he quickly replied. Really? Then I will check on them. Her things were not as expensive as I had thought of.

Again, she took me by the hand and we went to another room. Her place was a very big place. You wouldn't know it unless they took you round, which of course I'm not sure her people would do.
The things in that room looked very nice. Indeed only one gift from this room can blow Ma-uuda's head off. I took my time to inspect the things very well before making a choice. I didn't know which one to go in for. I excused myself, opened my bag and separated the remaining amount of money for the customised gifts from what I had to make do with. I still had enough to spare. Mooorrreeee than enough! I went back to her and checked on the prices of the things. I can perhaps get something nice for myself. "Dede, remember I told you I'm gonna give you a special discount. This is the time. It nearly escaped me and you didn't bother to remind me. That is bad of you. Anyway, you can check the prices for yourself. They are on the items", she said.

I got a designer bag, silver bracelet and wrist watches. These, I'm sure will do for the wedding. She would be happy I guess. Auntie Dela saw the smiles on my face. I really appreciated everything. I just wished I could pay the rest of the amount of money for the customised items so that I forget about them,  but Auntie Dela insisted I kept it till he was done and was ready for delivery. I joined her in her car as her workers watched us in surprise. I'm sure it was something she hardly did. I joined her at the front seat while we enjoyed our conversation. "...ahaa Auntie Dela, you made mention of some dresses which you going to give to a friend. Please if I may ask, are they for sale? I'm in need of a short sea blue skirt", I asked her.

"Eeiii, sweetheart, I'm sure this day was certainly meant for both of us. What I have here are short skirts and white tops. The skirts are of different colors. I will give you some for free. This is coming from me to you, so what we will do is to go to your place for you to try them on okay"? I was really surprised with that. This was somebody I was meeting for the first time and she was already cool with me.



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