• Oblivion (fiction)

    Oblivion 25

    Oblivion 25 “Even if I am responsible, I am not interested in being a Father. Not now” Mikhail remembered her scenario with Dotun. Upon seeing her, he was open and accommodating even expecting her to continue from where they stopped. Till she broke the news of her pregnancy. In that instant his countenance changed to cold “Get rid of that thing. Don’t let it tie you down. See, you have your life ahead of you. You do realize, it’s not a child yet? It’s just mess. I am not interested in being a father.” She had left with more tears than she came with. Of cores she knew abortion was…

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    Oblivion 24

    Happy Easter Loves! Oblivion has been out of town for some weeks, we are back and apologise for inconveniences. Jesus Lives Forever; Full of Grace and Truth! Alleluyah! I Love YOU. Oblivion 24 Mikhail’s heart raced as she contemplated whether to stay or to leave the Surge; in order to avoid any contact with Soji. She heard his voice in the background talking about Surge, his dreams of using music to affect lives. He brought out his guitar and played some tunes. Mikhail found herself relaxing into the soothing arms of the music. The programme came to a climax when Kenny K’ore got on stage.  Mikhail used her palm to…

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    Oblivion 23

    Oblivion 23 Mikhail ate eagerly from her plate forgetting her momentarily forgetting her troubles. She was determined to put on an unsuspicious act towards her dad. “So Dad!” she looked up “Did you just feel like throwing your baby a surprise visit?” Dr. Martins, Mikhail’s dad exploded into a throaty laughter, “well, I decided to give you a surprise visit after my appointment with your School Librarian. “Oh that’s cool” she made a bored face but was relieved to know she was not the main reason for presence in her school. “Miklhi, you seem pretty hungry. Should we order for another round?” “Are you sure? Or you are still trying…

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    Oblivion 22

    Oblivion 22 Tears filled Mikhail’s eyes as she glanced at Dotun. He lay sprawled on the king size bed; his sleeping form looked so at peace. How was that even possible? The tears made their way down her cheeks in unison. For the umpteenth time, she asked herself what she had just done. With a blureed gaze she watched Dotun as he stirred; he woke up and saw her seated at the foot of the bed. Dotun moved towards her “Baby, that was fun right?” he chuckled as tried to touch her cheek “Don’t touch me!” Mikhail avoided Dotun’s touch. She grabbed her blazer and slipped it on over her…

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    Oblivion 21

    Oblivion 21 “Please don’t tell me that!” Dotun said as he turned to face the wall. Soji had a way of spoiling one’s day. Imagine the guy, telling him about handshakes passing elbows. What was that supposed to mean. Now he won’t let him sleep in peace because of his relationship with Mikhail. “Dotun, you are my best friend. Passionate and zealous…I know how determined you get wen fuelled by passion. But also, I want the best for you, it’s just that atari ajanaku kii se eru omode (the head of an elephant is not the kind of load a child carries” Soji chided “So I am the child now?…

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    Oblivion 20

    Hurray !!! Today marks another Milestone…as we drop the 20th installation of the Oblivion series…all along, I must say, your reading and following has made telling this story worthwhile. Much Love we send your way. Oblivion 20 Mikhail bowed her head a bit lower as she landed her handful of morsel into her mouth, adjacent her was her father, Dr. Olabiyi Martins at the head of the dining table, enjoying the pounded yam and efo riro his girls had placed before him. He liked to call of them including her mother, his girls. The years were not lost on Kofo, who sat at his right hand. Anyone who glanced at…

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    Oblivion 19

    Oblivion 19 Mikhail brushed her teeth and washed her face absent mindedly. Already in her lavender pajamas, she sat on her bed, and brought out her diary. Dear Diary, I am short of words…I can’t seem to articulate my thought into words… She lifted her pen, doodled some absentmindedly. Her mind traveled to about an hour earlier, just after her mom’s call. “Dotun, what was that all about?” she stilled her voice as she looked him squarely in the eye. He took a step toward her she took two steps backwards “What was what all about?” he asked nonchalantly “Oh! Don’t play games with me you know what I am…

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    Oblivion 18

    Oblivion 18 Dear Diary, Sometimes ago, it used to be that I was reading my dreams in novels…now in am life; I am living my dreams. Dotun is every bit of a gentleman, so considerate, he even welcomes for my ideas like I am his springboard… I find it rather exciting…he is almost perfect well, save for the fact that he can’t sing…well, who cares…could he be the one? I mean the concept of “THE ONE” is not a myth right? you know day dreaming is so much fun! The other day I pictured what our wedding will be like, my train will extend from an empire waist…something classic…of course…

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    Oblivion 17

    Oblivion 17 Cheers! To you to me, to what we were, to what we are and to what we will be…Cheers to Us! For a woman who grew up disliking the very chore of cooking, she had done well for herself. Koforowola Martins chuckled as she dug into the supplies container to pick a plier; she bent down to work on her gas pipe. Why gas wouldn’t leave the cylinder and make its way into the cooker was beyond her.  She tried to light the cooker, to her delight it yielded as she was about to place the pot of water on fire, it went off. “What rubbish is this”,…

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    Oblivion 16

    I dedicate Oblivion 16 to some very awesome People I got to  know and work with this past five (5)months at Automated Geotechnics Limited. Mr Makinde aka Baba Makay, Mr Kingsley of Life, Miss Bisayo, Mr Shina, Mrs Ojo, Mr Nonso, Mr Bayo, Mr Wakili and the entire administration. Much love…, OBLIVION 16 To think is like to drink fine wine. You can turn the wine from cheek to cheek, gurgle it, taste it goes down the throat, trace out its essence or spew it out. The bottom line; what you do with your thoughts determines your actions. “Oh boy! Fashi that bae jor “  Soji made a face at…