All Fun and Games by Tomi Adesina – The e-Book

‘All Fun and Games’ fiction series turned eBook tells an intriguing story of the life of the young dashing and successful CEO, Aisha Bello as she tries hard to secure her inheritance from her father, Alhaji Bello. With help from her closest friend and confidant, Moira, Aisha plots a lie to deceive her dad into believing she’s found the love of her life, Craig, and releasing her inheritance and this starts out perfectly well… Until it all becomes real. Love takes over’.
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All Fun and Games. Series Finale

Happy Holidays! All Fun and Games by award winning writer Tomi Adesina comes to an end today….but the story does not end just yet… Get the eBook All-Fun-And-Games-The-eBook-Tomi-Adesina to complete engaging love story.


“Except if a grown man has become too tiny to find, I suggest we stop wasting our time.” Moira said as she shot a glance at a busy Aisha. Aisha wouldn’t budge as she looked behind the couch. “Aisha….” Moira stressed as she watched her friend search hopelessly.
Aisha pushed the couch aside and made for the inner house. She had to find something. Anything. She needed to find something that would assure her that the game was still on and far from over. She needed to be sure that Craig had not walked out of her life forever. The apartment was as clean as new. Even the plates in the kitchen were washed and stacked! Behind her façade, she had hoped that something meaningful might come out of this relationship and that moment when she ‘thought’ that Craig actually proposed to her seemed to be the turning point. He had captured her heart behind the piles of their lies and deceit. However, she was alone in those fantasies and dreams. Craig had been the real player all along. There was a game plan and he stuck to it. She took her seat on the edge of Craig’s bed as she stared at the hollow room. She took a deep breath as she cast her mind to the few moments she had shared with Craig. They were moments that she knew she had to cherish forever, they had gone and were gone forever.
Her heart pulsed at almost the same rate as the day that she had crashed into Craig’s arm in tears. She closed her eyes as she relived the moments of his heart close to hers. She knew his heart did beat that day. She knew that for that moment they were locked in an embrace, there was no game player among them. There was no leader. It was just two helpless people in the room in an embrace, needing each other.
She wiped a tear drop from her face as she thought of her best moment with Craig. A moment she thought marked the end of their folly. A moment that she had believed was the turning point for them. He had proposed to her. Craig’s victory was not in his ring or in his suit. She had seen it in his eyes that day. For sure, she had seen the wrong thing. The man she fell for was a first class con artist. The combination of a thief, liar and a loner. He had all the attributes to sway any woman. She acknowledged his physical attributes but wasn’t totally smitten by them. The moments that welled in her was when he reached to her loneliness and sealed them. For that, she was grateful. But then, she couldn’t believe he was gone, that he couldn’t even stay and make what was a lie seem real and be real. Her intention was to tell Craig how she felt about him. There would be no need for that now, at least, she now knew how he felt about her. Not everyone could really find true love. For women like her, there was no true love. She had tried it and it went wrong. How did she ever fall in love? Aisha’s heart was filled with questions that needed to be answered. A song lyric had spelt love to be ‘a beautiful thing’. There was nothing beautiful about how she felt. She felt defeated, sad and most of all, weak. She had been too weak with Craig, she had let him creep in effortlessly to her heart and the mighty amazon without love did finally beat for another.
She wept.
Moira took a deep breath as she watched her best friend cry without holds. Aisha wasn’t fighting back tears or wiping them off classically. She was bleeding out her emotions the only way her eyes could. She was in tears and Moira knew this was the Aisha that she might have been proud to have under another circumstances, but right now, her friend was hurting and hurting badly. Moira joined Aisha on the bed. As she reached out to Aisha, she turned away and buried herself in the pillow. Aisha wanted to cry. Maybe it was best to let her cry at this moment. Moira could only watch as her friend cried.
Crying had never been Aisha’s style. She would just sit at the piano and let it all out with hard strokings of the chords until she had started to sweat. Crying seemed good and Moira wasn’t about to ruin one of their best moments. For Moira, she had found a new angle to taunt Aisha from. For Aisha, she had learned how to heal. Moira drew the sheets over Aisha as the loud tears declined gradually to the sob phase and eventually she couldn’t hear anything. Aisha was asleep. She had cried for over an hour. Moira stared at the dried marks from the tears that had formed on Aisha face and shook her head sadly.

Bolu stared outside the window and let out a huge roar. He smiled as his voice echoed into the distance. He paused again and let out another roar and he continued until the fifth time. He smiled at Craig. “You might want to try it, it’s refreshing.”
“Keep that up and they are going to be sending Security up here in no time.” Craig replied as he sipped his drink.
Bolu smiled as he took his seat beside Craig. “How do you feel? You own so much money right now. Aisha was good business.”
Craig dropped his glass and walked over to the window. “I am ashamed.”
“Ashamed? Bro! No one would be ashamed to have the money you have right now.” Bolu replied as he joined Craig at the window. “Yea!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Poverty is gone forever!” he shouted.
“I am not proud of it.” Craig replied.
Bolu tapped him. “Guy! Why you dey do like this na? Money is money o! You worked for this one! After all, you’ve gone everywhere with her, appeared on papers, at least, she won’t be tagged as a woman who never had any man and it is all thanks to you.”
“I stole this money. I didn’t work for it.” He replied as he bent over the window. “Besides, Aisha doesn’t need to beg for a man. She is a woman who needed real love. The best she could find.”
Bolu chuckled. “Well, she chose the wrong guy for the job. Dude, I think we can hire some men to look for Vicky for you, now that you have some cash to spare, I mean, she is a good girl and maybe you can actually care about her too.”
“Why not? She loves you. You just have to love her back. Simple.”
Craig shook his head. “Never happening.”
“Are you feeling remorseful about this Aisha thing? That babe isn’t bothered, you dey kill yourself. Her money flows.”
Craig ignored him and took a seat.
“When you hype prices for people in the mall and make some profit, what do you call it?”
Craig stared at him. “Business.”
Bolu nodded. “Do you feel sorry afterwards?”
“No. Why should I?” Craig replied.
Bolu smiled. “Well, this is business, bro. You shouldn’t feel bad.” He said grinning. “Business, bro! Good business!”
“Aisha might have been business, but she stopped being business for me.” Craig replied almost inaudibly but loud enough for Bolu to hear.
Bolu’s smile faded as he stared at Craig’s face. Craig wasn’t looking like the guy who pinned down his feminine conquest for fun and without remorse. He was looking far from the guy who was on a mission to get the best out of Aisha Bello and run. It was typical for most guys to change their minds once deep into such relationships, but Craig didn’t – not even when a father pleaded. He might have felt pity for Aisha, but he still had his intent straight. Bolu took a deep breath. “What’s going on, Craig?”
“I care about Aisha. I want to be there for her, I want to fight for her. I want to protect her. I want to love her. I want to be her friend, confidant and lover. I want to be the man she wakes up and sees, the man who kisses her to sleep, I want to be everything in her life. I just want to be the one in her life.” Craig blurted. Bolu’s jaw was agape as he listened to Craig. Craig took a deep breath as he stared at Bolu. “I love her.”
“Oh no…” Bolu said as he slumped into the chair.
Craig wiped his forehead. “I don’t know what happened to me. I swear. It just happened. I can’t explain how I feel about Aisha.”
“Then why did you take the money?” Bolu asked.
Craig stared at him confusingly. “You told me to.”
Bolu stuttered. “Clearly, I didn’t know you felt this strong about her. Why didn’t you just come clean?”
“Come clean? Aisha Bello? How do you come clean before a woman that is almost perfect? What kind of love do I have to offer her?”
Bolu shrugged. “Your imperfection.”
Bolu nodded. “Beautiful imperfections.”
“Oh God…” Craig said as he buried his head in his hands.
“I am sorry I pushed you, but I thought you got this covered.”
“Love happened.”
Bolu smiled as he took a seat. He watched Craig as he stroked his forehead. Bolu started to snicker. Craig stared at him as Bolu had now exploded into what seemed like a mocking laugh.
“What is it?” Craig asked.
Bolu struggled to catch his breath. “Look at you, man. I can’t recognize you. ‘I want to love her, I want to be her friend, confidant, and lover…I want to be the man she wakes up and sees and blah blah blah. You sound like a sixteen year old boy. Have you been watching those Mexican soaps?”
Craig smiled faintly as he tried to turn his face from Bolu.
“Oh my gosh! You love her!” Bolu shouted.

“Here’s some water.” Moira said as she handed Aisha a glass of water.
Aisha stared at the glass. “What is the water supposed to do for me?”
“Err…Water regulates Homeostasis.” Moira said proudly. “I am your fairy godmother.”
Aisha nodded. “Turns out that’s the only thing you must remember from school.” She replied as she set the glass on the side table. “Since you are playing fairy godmother, you might as well serve me something real to eat.”
“Water is the appetizer.”
Aisha rolled her eyes. “Water? Appetizer? Where did you learn that from? Moira’s special cookery book for idiots?”
Moira pinched her. “Easy on me. I am being nice to you.”
Aisha smiled. “Thank you. But, what I need now is my money.”
“What money?”
Aisha stared at her. “The money that Craig-fine-faced-robber stole from me.”
Moira smiled as she took her seat beside Aisha. “What did you dream about when you slept?”
Moira raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure? This is a plan for you to see Craig again, right?”
“Why would I want to see a thief again? For your information, I am over him.”
Moira smiled. “It doesn’t take a genie to know that you can’t fall out of love in a day. So, keep that lie to yourself, darling.”
“I don’t care what you say, right now. I am going to work this out.” Aisha replied, getting off the bed.
Moira nodded. “What plans do you have to recover your money?”
“I have none yet. But I want you to think of it.”
Moira shook her head. “No, I am not very proud of playing a part in that sham we did. Even though Alhaji hasn’t directly confronted me, I know he is really disappointed in me, so, I don’t want to have to think of anything now.”
“What are you afraid of? Is your mind so full of filth that you can’t birth a clean plan?” Aisha asked with a smile.
Moira smiled back. She had a light Aisha with her. “I know you still want to see Craig.”
“A part of me wants to see him and ask him lots of questions and afterwards slap him.” Aisha replied.
Moira nodded. “That’s all? You forgot something. After the slap…”
“Then kiss him.” Aisha replied.
Moira smiled. “Okay, so do we set our dogs on his trail? I assure you they’ll comb him out from wherever he is hiding on the surface of the earth.”
“Why don’t we declare him wanting by reporting him to the police?” Aisha asked with a grin.
Moira frowned. “Aisha? Do you know what that means?”
Aisha shrugged. “He becomes more popular by gracing newspapers and magazines.”
“No, ma. You, my friend, become the ridicule of the town for having a scammer as a fiancée. I am assuming you forgot the society knows about the both of you. We are going private on this one.” Moira replied.
Aisha nodded. “But what if they can’t find him? There are no numbers to call or places to go, he’s disappeared into the thin air.”
“Well, we just have to trust our guys to find him for us. I believe they will.”
Aisha wanted to see Craig again. She knew she might not have the words to say if they eventually did meet again and she might feel low of herself realizing that she had wasted her time loving a man that only wanted her for the game, but, she would take her chances. She would want to see him again, even if it is before…she throws him in jail.
“Any word from Alhaji yet?” Moira asked, jolting Aisha out of her thoughts.
Aisha shook her head. “I apologized to him and I really hope that he could forgive me.”
“I know he will. I believe he doesn’t hold it too much to heart.” Moira replied.
Aisha rolled her eyes. “Why did he will all my fortune to my child?”
“Be grateful, at least, he didn’t will it to an outsider.” Moira replied with a smile.
“Dad is pissed at me. I worked hard to earn all what the family has. Why did he have to that to me?”
Moira smiled. “He is only securing the future of your baby. I would do anything to be born of you right now.” Moira added with a grin. “Where’s Hakeem?”
“Why are you asking me?”
“Maybe because I think he would have tried to contact you?”
Aisha fetched her phone from her purse. “He hasn’t and I haven’t either. Do you want to speak to him?”
“No. But, I have a feeling that Hakeem might just be…you know?” Moira added with a grin.
Aisha rolled her eyes. “Where are you heading with this, Moira?”
“I am only suggesting something that might be a possibility, the reality of which, we have closed our eyes.”
Aisha smiled. “No, we haven’t closed our eyes. I have closed my eyes to it, you still have your eyes open and you are still very much ‘legally’ single. So, who knows?” Aisha asked as she walked away.

Bolu joined Craig in the living room. “What have you decided?”
“I don’t know. I can’t keep running like a coward.”
Bolu nodded. “But you can’t act like a fool either. Right now, you have bruised one of the most powerful families and I am sure that they will have their guns blazing for you.”
Craig took a deep breath. “I need to talk to Aisha.”
“It won’t be easy to go and see her. Why don’t you call her? Maybe you both can arrange to meet somewhere and clear this up.”
Craig shrugged. “That might be an option, but I can’t call her. I want to do things well and do them right.”
“I just think that going to her is like walking into a trap riht now. There would be police everywhere looking for you. We stole…I mean, you stole!” Bolu said with a smile.
Craig sighed. “Well, let them pick me up. I am going to her and I am going to tell her how sorry I am and how I feel about her.”
“She is not going to believe you and you know why?”
“Why? Because I stole some money?”
Bolu smiled. “It is not only about the money. Her father just willed to his grandchild, right? Do you think they are going to trust you with that?”
“You might have a point, but we all make mistakes and I have made mine and I am terribly sorry about it. Is that so hard?”
Bolu smiled. “It isn’t. Except that you are directing it to the wrong person. I am not Aisha.”
“What if she doesn’t want me?”
Bolu shrugged. “That’s a huge possibility and you have to understand the fact that she is not obligated to forgive you. So, whatever you do, try not to be your usual self.”
“And what is that?”
Bolu smiled. “Cocky. False humility is the new cool.”
“I care about her, nothing here is false.” Craig retorted, feeling offended.
Bolu nodded. “It’s a line I picked up, don’t take it personal.”
Craig took a deep breath and approached the door. “Wish me luck and if I don’t return.”
“Go and win the woman you love, don’t come back if you don’t win her heart.”
Craig stared at him.
“Well, the possibility of that is high, so, maybe don’t come back at all, I can enjoy some of your acquired riches.” Bolu said with a smile.
Craig showed him two cards. “I have them with me.” He replied and walked out.

Aisha handed some files to Alhaji Ibrahim. “We have good returns here, Sir.”
“I’ll look at them after lunch. Do you want to go to lunch with me?”
Aisha smiled. “Thank you, Dad. But, I am going with Moira.”
“That’s okay by me, I’ll just see you after lunch then before the next meeting.”
She nodded. “Okay, sir.”
“When are we discussing the details of your break up to the press?”
“Details?” Aisha asked, looking stunned.
He smiled. “At least, we have to let them know that there won’t be any wedding again…at least, not yet.”
“Dad, we’ll discuss after lunch. Bye.” Aisha replied and hurried out.
Alhaji took his seat and stared at Aisha’s picture on his table. The door opened after a few minutes and Craig stood before him. “What??? Why are you here?”
Craig blinked as he approached Alhaji. “Sir, I am deeply sorry for disappointing you.” He said.


Tomi Adesina is a fiction writer and also a screenwriter.
She blogs weekly at & She has previously completed “PLEASE BREAK MY HEART” and “DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND” (which also has an eBook adaptation), “BROKEN…OR NOT?” And recently, “ALL FUN AND GAMES”
Her Fiction blog, Tommyslav’s Island, was nominated under the Best Writing Blog of the Nigerian Blog Awards in 2012. She went on to win the Best Writing Blog Award (Judges’ choice) in 2013.
As a Screenwriter, she wrote the first season for the hit TV series, DEADLINE which aired on DSTV’s cable network Ebony Life TV. She also co-wrote episodes for a Ghanaian TV series, BROADWAY. She hopes to have her works adapted for film and Television in the nearest future.
Twitter: @tomi_adesina @tommyslavisland

All Fun and Games. Episode 12

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Craig smiled as Aisha and Moira yelled at each other. He stared at his wrist watch and then back at the ladies who didn’t seem to be giving each other any breathing space. Their screams now went from venting their frustrations and disappointment to who had the loudest voice while yelling. Craig smiled again, this time, not at the reason for the arguments but for the fact that even the highest pitch of their yelling couldn’t be compared to the tone of one of the girls in the hood he grew up. He concluded that ‘yelling’ had different categories – That of the Rich and the Poor. He rolled his eyes as they seemed as though they wouldn’t give up. They were quacking in his ears.
“Master Planner, I am so waiting for your next move.” A livid Aisha said.
Moira laughed. “I like the title you have attached to it, but you don’t have to be cynical about it. For all I know, I didn’t spill anything to Alhaji.”
“So, how did he know?” Aisha continued.
Moira shrugged. “I don’t know. But I am surprised that you would ever look in my direction.” She replied as she sipped her drink. “Typical of you, Aisha. Someone must always be on the receiving end of your aggression.”
“What are you trying to say?” Aisha shouted at the top of her voice.
“You don’t want me to go there and I don’t intend to.” Moira replied. “Let it go, Aisha. I am innocent.”
Aisha sank into her chair furiously. “All I know is that I want my money.”
“Is that all that matters to you?” A voice cooed from a corner of the room.
Aisha and Moira stared at Craig in an instant. It was as though they didn’t know he had been with them in the room. Of course, he had been, but their constant yelling had isolated him to a corner as they lashed at themselves. Aisha flipped her hair over her shoulder as she prepared to respond to him. “Aren’t you here for the money?”
He nodded as he approached them. “Yes, I am. This is business, remember? But…But I just think that for once we should admit that we lost this one. A…Aisha, what if this could be real? I mean…it…it doesn’t have to be a game anymore. I…I think…” Craig paused as he swallowed. He had been struggling with the right words to say all he had in mind for Aisha, but he felt like a coward, maybe Moira’s presence contributed to it, but he could find the courage to say the right words and he hoped that his eyes could say it, but Aisha wasn’t even looking. She was drawn into another spat with Moira. He knew there was no need to say how he actually felt. “Aisha, give up. We lost.” He blurted angrily.
Moira chuckled as Aisha pounced on Craig with her next response. “I have not lost anything.”
“It is in her blood to win.” Moira added.
Craig nodded. “Apparently you learnt from the best. Alhaji did well to zero us out there.” He replied. He took a deep breath and focused on Aisha. “You knew that Alhaji suspected something about this, right?”
Aisha ignored him.
“Why didn’t you tell me? Clearly you weren’t surprised when he started with us.” Craig probed.
She smiled as she stared at him. “I wasn’t about to have you go and try to cover up your tracks there with some weak story about how you grew up in the Deserts of Dubai and made it to the top when some Arabian riders took you in.”
“What? Have I ever said that?” Craig retorted.
Moira smiled. “What she means is she wasn’t going to let you make a fool of her.”
“Well, you ended up making a fool of me. If I had known, I would have been ready. We are in this together. Partners.”
Aisha shook her head with a cynical smile. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, we are not partners. I hired you for something and you have gone ahead and fluffed your lines.”
“Me? Alhaji certainly didn’t find out from me, you are the one who didn’t have your bases covered as well as they should.” He replied as he pulled out his phone from his pocket and turned it on. “I think my work is done here, we can cancel this wedding now.”
“I will blow the final whistle.” Aisha replied.
Craig shook his head. “You have been playing this game alone for a long time.”
“What the heck did you think you were doing when you proposed to me without my notice and invited the press to it?” Aisha yelled.
Craig ignored her as he stared at his phone. His face went stoned as he read Bolu’s ping. “DANIEL TOLD ALHAJI. BEWARE!!!” Craig clenched his fist in anger as he turned in Aisha’s direction. “I am sorry. I messed up. But we are done here, Good bye.” He said. He grabbed his jacket and stormed out of the house.
Aisha stared at Moira confusingly. “What was that about?”
“I should be asking you.” Moira replied. “I wasn’t the one he apologized to.” She added taking a seat. “What if it was Craig’s friend that leaked it to your Dad? Seeing how he left here”
Aisha nodded her head slowly. “You may be right. Oh boy! I am so going to kill someone.”
“And that someone should be your piano?” Moira asked. “I like how you vent all your anger on it, shame Craig chose to fool you with it.”
Aisha rolled her eyes. “Please, don’t remind me.”
“Aisha, you are in love with Craig. When are you going to tell him?” Moira asked.
Aisha stared at her. “Are you drunk? How am I supposed to tell a man that I employed to play a game with me that I am in love with him? For all we know, this might even be a whim and not love. I have no real idea of what love is and I am not willing to have that idiot play on the little emotions I have.”
“Let’s analyse the situation, how do you feel when you are around him?” Moira asked.
Aisha hissed. “This is not gonna work.”
“What are you afraid of? That you will realise that you love this guy? Come to think of it, he is not so much of a bad guy.” Moira replied.
“But he is the type of guy that might just smear my love in my face and run too. I am not taking that chance.” Aisha replied.
Moira folded her arms. “Have you thought of the slight possibility that he might actually like you?”
“I know he doesn’t. He…He is a player and a very good one. He pulled a Piano stunt to get to my heart and made me say a genuine ‘yes’ to him and all I saw was the press in my face. What do you call that?”
“Aisha, what if that dinner was actually private until you mentioned the press?”
Aisha shrugged.
“All I asked him at first was why he had organised a private dinner. You might have scared him off.” Moira continued. “Aisha, I believe that he might have actually organised that dinner for the both of you until you brought in the press issue and he just tapped them up to satisfy you. Maybe you actually chased this one away.”
“I…I don’t know. But, I said a real ‘Yes’ to him and he was messing with me. That’s what hurts.”
Moira nodded. “What am I saying is I think that you made him call the press, I believe that he was genuine up until when you introduced the press idea.”
“What if he wasn’t true at first?”
“What if he was?”
Aisha swallowed. “Why are we even flogging this issue? He is not an issue. There is no love there and that is that. Maybe it’s just one of those girly things, a crush or something.”
“Really?” Moira asked with an eyebrow raised.
Aisha took a deep breath. “He said ‘goodbye’ too. Remember? Let it go, Moira.” Aisha said and left for her bedroom.

“Take it easy, man.” Bolu said holding Craig’s hand as they approached Daniel’s house.
Craig pushed him away. “He’s ruined everything. Is that how much he hates me?”
“I am going to teach him not to hate too much.” Craig said, banging on the front door.
“I don’t think he is here. I think he’s left town already.”
Craig fumed. “Coward! Where did he go?”
“I am not a coward. I have been waiting for this day.” Daniel said as he approached them. “The day when I would stand face to face with you because I have defeated you in your own game.” He added with a smile. “The day has come. I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I can travel in peace now.”
Craig grabbed Daniel by his throat and crashed him into the floor. He pummeled his face with constant hits from left to right until Daniel’s blood had smeared his face. Bolu couldn’t get a hold of Craig and he was glad when Daniel’s blood hit Craig’s face and he had to stop pounding him.
“I have been waiting for the day that I would have to beat you without mercy and I am glad the day has come.” Craig replied as he kicked Daniel aside. “Have a safe trip.” He added and walked away with Bolu chasing after him.
Bolu grabbed him by the hand. “Craig, he is a mess.”
“Good. I was a mess before Alhaji too.”
Bolu nodded. “I know, but, we…we can’t leave him like that.”
“I can.” Craig replied and walked on.
Bolu caught up with him. “He is our friend.”
“Dude, he is not my friend…not anymore.” Craig replied as he stared at Daniel sprawled out on the floor.
“Okay, let’s be good Samaritans.”
Craig laughed. “So I am acting as the thief and good Samaritan at the same time?”
“Please man, I don’t want him to die. He is a chicken.”
“He should have thought about that before he went ranting to Alhaji about matters that didn’t concern him.”
Bolu nodded. “I know, let’s just take him to the hospital.”
Craig sighed. “We are dropping him at the corner.”
“Thank you.”

“Do you think the Doctors will attend to him there?” Bolu asked as Craig drove.
Craig shot at him angrily. “Look, I have tried, okay? You can go back there and take care of him if you want.”
“You are still a good guy inside.” Bolu said with a smile. “Anyway, what are you going to do now that Alhaji is aware?”
Craig shrugged. “I am not bothered about him.”
“So, what bothers you?”
“I…I think I like Aisha.”
Bolu chuckled. “A leopard never changes bro. You don’t like Aisha, you just like the money.”
“You don’t know how I feel about her!” Craig shouted. “I want to take care of her, I want to hold her close and feel her heart beat against mine and I want to protect her, i…I want to watch her when she sleeps, I want to be there for her every time and every day and even if this is how crappy our relationship, this joke is, I never want to leave her side.”
“Bro!” Bolu said as he stared at Craig. “You are beginning to sound like a girl.”
Craig stared at him. “Am I?”
Bolu nodded. “Yeah and that terrifies me. You are a man, hard core. No time for love. Love is all fairy tale and for the movies. When did you get this weak?” Bolu asked as he hissed.
“Bolu, I think I want Aisha in my life.”
“What are you saying? This is just a game. This is what it is for her and that is what it should be for you. Right now, everything is over and you should move into the final phase of your plan before Alhaji sets his dogs on your trail. You don’t want to be caught napping.”
“If I do it, I will hurt Aisha.”
“That was the initial plan, wasn’t it?”
Craig blinked as he drove on.

“Aisha, you have hurt your father.” Moira said as she plaited Aisha’s hair.
Aisha nodded.
“What are you going to do about it?”
“I don’t know. I am scared about how he would react when I accept everything.”
Moira nodded. “He is still your father and I am sure that he understands why you did what you did.”
“I don’t know what to say, Moira. I am sure I have lost his trust.”
“You’ll gain it back. Just give it time.”
Aisha nodded. “Craig said ‘goodbye’, you think he meant it?”
“I didn’t think you cared about it.” Moira replied with a grin.
“Well, I do.”
Moira smiled. “There’s only one way to find out. Try calling him.”
“That would crush me and you know it.”
“Good. We stay in limbo.” Moira replied.
Aisha hissed. “I don’t think he is gone… at least, not like that. I’ll check him after I visit my Dad.”
“Smart choice.” Moira replied.
“What if he doesn’t love me?”
“You can send an SOS to me. I’ll come and pick you up.”
Aisha stared at her. “You don’t think I am about to go to Craig to tell him the stupid things that I feel.”
“I thought that was the plan.” Moira replied.
“You thought wrong. I am not about to disgrace myself.” Aisha replied. “By the way, do we have any business deal to handle yet?”
Moira nodded. “We do, but I am handling them. You need to sort yourself out, Aisha.”
“Is it this issue with my Dad or the one with Craig?” she asked.
“Both of them, Aisha. You are going to apologize to your Dad and then you are going to speak to Craig.”
Aisha stared at her. “I am going to my Dad, but Craig? I don’t know.”
“Well, I’ll keep motivating you till you end up in Craig’s place.”
Aisha shrugged. “Maybe…not.”

“Hi Dad.” Aisha said as she stood before her father.
Alhaji Ibrahim dropped his coffee aside and folded his newspaper. “Hi Dad?”
She nodded as she took a seat beside him. “How are you?”
“Twice in one day? Not typical of Aisha to visit like this.”
Aisha nodded. “Dad, I am sorry.”
“Sorry? What for?” he asked.
She swallowed. “Dad, when you said that my inheritance was dependent on getting married, I hired Craig. I know that I might have disappointed you by going so low, but, I just felt that love isn’t for me and that I just needed to get my inheritance from you and then I decided to find a way.”
She paused and stared at Alhaji who buried his head in his hand. “Dad…I…I am sorry, but, I am really to blame in all this and I accept it.”
“All I did was love you, Aisha. To be honest, I thank you for this sport you pulled on me, I can admit that for the first time in your life and even though it was a game, you had fun.”
Aisha took a deep breath. “Dad, I know you are not proud of me and that this is a huge ridicule, but I am willing to do anything to gain your trust back. I’ll wait, I’ll work for it. I’ll earn it.”
Alhaji shrugged. “Aisha, you played me and played me well. I feel terrible about it, but, it is life.”
“Father, I am sorry.”
Alhaji nodded. “I know you are. Where’s your boyfriend now?”
“He is gone.”
Alhaji smiled. “You know I actually thought that man had guts. I would have loved him as a son-in-law. Such a shame.”
“What is my punishment, Dad?”
Alhaji smiled. “That’s the problem with you, Aisha. Everything is not a game. This is not a game for me. I am hurting. My daughter was desperate for her inheritance that she stooped so low as to hire a man to convince me that she was in love. I bought it and you know why, I trusted you. I bet you paid my guard to feed me lies too? What was the plan, Aisha? Get divorced after two months and run off with your money? To do what? I don’t get it.” Alhaji said with his eyes wet. “All I care about is you. You and only you. Someone was going to love and will still love you.”
“Is that someone Hakeem? Dad, you can’t buy love.”
Alhaji hissed. “The irony of life. What was it that you did with Craig?” he asked. “Enlighten me, Aisha!”
She relaxed in the chair. “It’s all over now, Dad. I am not proud of myself and I will take full responsibility for it.”
He nodded. “Yes, you will. Anyway, I think it is time you figured out a lot of things that pertain to your life by yourself. And even though it might hurt me to say this, I think I saw a slightly better woman when you were with that phoney. So, we might take a positive from your games.”
“Dad, I really want you to forgive me.”
“I have. It is just that I can’t help but remember how my own daughter played me.”
She nodded. “I know, but that means you haven’t forgiven me.”
Alhaji smiled. “I have,”
Aisha’s phone vibrated and she tapped it on. Two messages came up and she clicked on them. She gaped as she stared at her Bank Alert and then stared at Alhaji. Her Father looked at his confused daughter. “Is anything the matter?” he asked.
Aisha knew there was a big problem, but she didn’t know how to say it to her father and at least not now. He would have a laugh and she didn’t need that now.

‘…it’s all fun and games until someone gets robbed’

All Fun and Games is written by Tomi Adesina, Writer and Author of “Dear Future Husband” available for free on African Stories. She is @tomi_adeshina on twitter.

Award-Winning Writer, Tomi Adesina, To Release ‘ALL FUN AND GAMES’ eBook in July

Screenwriter and fiction series writer, Tomi Adesina has revealed that she is set to release the eBook of her online series, ‘All Fun and Games’.
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‘All Fun and Games’ is a fiction series which looks into the life of the young dashing and successful CEO, Aisha Bello as she tries hard to secure her inheritance from her father, Alhaji Bello. With help from her closest friend and confidant, Moira, Aisha plots a lie to deceive her dad into believing she’s found the love of her life, Craig, and releasing her inheritance and this starts out perfectly well… Until it all becomes real. Love takes over’.

According to Tomi Adesina ‘All Fun and Games’ will be available online for download on Friday July 18, 2014.

Her first eBook ‘Dear Future Husband’ was released on Saturday March 1, 2014. It has gathered positive reviews from critics and readers.

Tomi Adesina, a graduate of Microbiology at Bowen University has several awards of recognition to her credit, including – Best Writing Awards, Poetry Blog Awards at the Nigerian Blog Awards 2013

Tomi wrote the first season of hit investigative journalism drama series, DEADLINE which aired on premium TV, Ebony Life TV.

She also co-wrote for the revitalized episodes of BROADWAY – Ghanaian family drama.

Anticipate the release, spread the word to others, download and read ‘All Fun And Games’ when it is finally available.

Remember, it is all fun and games until someone falls in love.

All Fun and Games. Episode 10

Morning Peps!

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Alhaji Ibrahim took a close look at Daniel and then at his wristwatch.
“Who did you say you are again?”
“My name is Daniel.” Daniel replied, sounding more confident than the first time. Alhaji blinked as he swallowed.
“Why do you want to give me information about Craig?” Daniel took a deep breath.
“Because I think you are a good man and do not deserve to be fooled in the manner in which you are being fooled.” Alhaji ran his eyes over Daniel.
“No one is good except God. Why should I believe anything you tell me about Craig?”
“Because I am his friend.”
Alhaji swallowed. “His friend? What do you have to say?”
Daniel motioned towards a seat. “May I?”
Alhaji nodded in agreement as Daniel took his seat. “Hurry up.”
“Sir, Craig and Aisha are not in love. They have an agreement to be in a relationship.” Daniel said bluntly.
Alhaji took a deep breath and relaxed in his seat.


“Why are you in such a hurry to get married? We have to be careful with this thing you know?” Aisha said as she folded her arm. Craig nodded.
“I know but I think the earlier, the better. I want to get my life back on track as soon as possible and I don’t think fooling your Dad for so long is such a great idea.”
“Since when did you start to care about my father’s emotions? I don’t.”
Craig shrugged. “Well, I do.”
Aisha nodded slowly as she sipped her drink.
“We would get married when I think it is time and get divorced as appropriate too.”
“I would appreciate it if your timing is sped up.” Craig replied as he fetched his drink. Aisha stared at him as he gulped angrily. A smile lurked around her lip as she shook her head. “You suck at losing.”
He dropped the glass. “What do you mean?”
“You are starting to like me, aren’t you?” she asked.
Craig smiled. “You flatter yourself. I am tired of you.”
“No, you are not. You planned ‘this’ to see if you could get to my heart, sorry, it didn’t work.” She replied as she dug her fork into the food. “Besides, it is a tasty meal. Thank you for it.”
Craig smiled as he watched her eat.

Alhaji wiped his forehead with his handkerchief from all he had heard. The sweat now trickled down to his back and he could feel them between his thighs too. His eyes were red hot, not out of anger, but out of the tears that welled in them. Could Aisha be fooling him? Was there any crime in loving his daughter?
Daniel watched Alhaji’s facial expression and the old man didn’t look well.
“Please continue. So, Craig is no hot shot, right?” Daniel nodded in the affirmative.
“He is a lowlife with nothing until he met Aisha and his meeting with Aisha is what has funded his pockets. Sir, to be honest, I stand nothing to gain from telling you all these but I just want you to know the truth before it is too late.”
“You expect me to confirm this, right?”
Daniel nodded. “Yes and that is why I provided my name. I want you to use it so that Craig would know that his secrets are all out.”
Alhaji picked his phones from the table. “Is that all?”
“Yes, Sir.” Daniel said, standing up.
“Thank you very much, Daniel.”
Daniel smiled. “It is my pleasure.”
“I know it is.” Alhaji replied standing up.
“Anyway, I don’t think you should say you are Craig’s friend. A friend won’t actually do what you just did. Be that as it may, I am grateful.” Alhaji replied and walked away.

Craig wiped some food off his mouth.
“So, we are here alone, without the press. I want to know you more, Aisha.”
“Pick up any business magazine from you vendor. All you need to know about me is there.” She replied as she drank some water.
He nodded as he fetched a magazine.
“I already did. I don’t want the Aisha there. I want you. I want to know you.” She smiled.
“There is nothing to know apart from the woman in the magazine.”
“Really?” he asked, standing up.
She nodded in agreement as she fetched her phone. It was time to ping Moira. She had no idea of what Craig was up to, he seemed to be doing too much and she didn’t like that. Craig smiled and walked away.
AISHA: Hey Idiot! I am in trouble here, SOS!
MOIRA: Do I call the Police or SWAT team? Lol. What’s up, babe?”
AISHA: Craig just stepped away and I don’t like what am seeing here, he organised a private dinner for us here.
MOIRA: Ouch! And I don’t like that gown you wore o! I think he wore a tux, shey?
AISHA: Are u high? I am talking about a private dinner on the beach! This is not funny again.
MOIRA: Take a picture please of the set, I want to see it. Omg! Such a romantic scene *puppy eyes* Shame am not there. Who’s gonna love me? *tears*
AISHA: Moira, I don’t like how this is going. I need you to help me.
MOIRA: Chill babe. It’s just dinner. Food, essential commodity for the body. Remember?”
AISHA: This is turning into more than food. I can’t stand what he is doing; he wants to know me more. His own terms.
MOIRA: There is no harm in a little bond, Look, Aisha, u r gonna have to try to blend with your Dear Future Husband.
AISHA: Moira, this is not funny. What do I do? I need to get out of here. I think Craig likes me. Like Likes me.
MOIRA: LOL! Aisha, you are so full of it. The Dude wants Sex and Money from you, simple. Besides, if you run now, you are going to give him the impression that you like him too and that is where the danger lies. Be careful, lady. Mommy is warning you. *wide grin*
AISHA: Shut up, man!
MOIRA: Just play along with him, don’t try to act tough, be free, and you’ll survive the dinner. Anyway, I have to sleep now. Some of us are lonely.
AISHA: Wait! He is coming, what do I say? Do I ask where he went too?

Aisha stared at the message as Moira read it but didn’t reply. She hissed as she tossed the phone back in her purse.
“Can you come with me, please?” Craig asked.
In her heart, she smiled. She didn’t have to ask any question, but she was worried. What was Craig planning again that could be worse than a dinner? Maybe a bedroom in the sand? Her heart skipped as the thought passed through her mind.
She was hesitant to stand up from the chair. “Why?”
“You just have to follow me. Try to trust me a little.” She swallowed as she took his hand and went with him.

Moira rolled over her bed as sleep wouldn’t come. She was actually sleeping when Aisha had ‘pinged’ her with her emergency. The doorbell chimed or had she heard wrong. Who would be calling the house at this time of the night? It had to be Aisha else the security men wouldn’t have let the visitor in. At least, not this late.
She tossed the sheets away and slipped into her slippers. She hurried downstairs and straight to the door. She paused as she approached the door. Aisha had her own key; she would have let herself in.
The doorbell chimed again and her heart raced faster. What if robbers had found their way into the house? She drew closer to the door with fear and peeped through the hole. She was afraid. Robbers would have been a much better guest than Alhaji Ibrahim at this time of the night.
Alhaji Ibrahim stepped aside and walked into the house.
“Aisha is not here, Sir.”
Alhaji Ibrahim nodded as he took his seat.
“She is with that phoney, right?”
Moira’s heart skipped a beat. “Phoney?”
“Don’t mind me.” He replied with a smile.
“I was around the corner for some drinks when I decided to stop over to pay you girls a visit.”
Moira swallowed as she took her seat beside Alhaji. “Sir, Aisha lives with Craig, you know?”
Alhaji Ibrahim smiled. “I think I am aware of that. Anyway, we can have a conversation like father and daughter, just as always.”
“Okay, Sir. Okay.” Moira said as she stared at Alhaji. She knew all wasn’t well. Alhaji took a deep breath.
“I was with Hakeem today. He doesn’t seem to like Craig much which is very understandable but I want to know your own impression of Craig. What do you think about our Aisha’s boyfriend?” Moira blinked as she smiled.
“Craig is Aisha’s type of man. They complement each other, they help their flaws and weaknesses and I’d say they’ll make a perfect couple.” Alhaji nodded slowly.
“Can I have a drink?”
YES!!! Moira had been waiting for the opportunity to run in to ping Aisha.
“Of course, Sir.” She said with a smile and hurried to the kitchen.

Moira stared at her pings as they delivered without Aisha reading it. She fumed at it and poured Alhaji’s drink.
“Why did you take so long? Alhaji asked as Moira joined him with his drink.
“Let me guess, you were alerting Aisha of my presence?” he asked with a smile collecting the drink.
Moira raised an eyebrow. “Me? No. I couldn’t do that.”
He laughed and then took his drink. He replaced the glass by the side of the table.
“Prior to this moment, you have been excellent in telling lies, you just disappointed me.”
“Come on, Alhaji, I agree I ‘pinged’ her but she is not aware of your presence.” Moira replied.
He nodded, “That’s a good thing. I need to talk to you about something.”
Oh God! Moira stared at Alhaji. “Can I get a glass of water?”
He nodded with a smile. “As long as you don’t tell Aisha that I am here, at least…not yet.”
Moira nodded. “I can do that.”
“Please do it for me, I want to surprise her.” He replied.
Moira rose to her feet, “Trust me, she is already surprised in advance.”
With that Moira scampered off into the kitchen and of course, she tried to dial Aisha again but to no avail. “Where are you???” she groaned as she slammed the door of the fridge.

“Where are we going?” Aisha asked.
Craig smiled. “I told you to trust me, didn’t I?”
“Well, you did, but I didn’t actually enjoy you bringing me to this place for a private dinner without the press.”
Craig nodded. “I apologise for that. It won’t repeat itself again.”
“Good. So, where are we going to now?”
He shrugged. “I want to surprise you.”
“I am already surprised. I can’t believe I am even walking with you to never land. Besides, I forgot my phone, I should go and get it,”
Craig stared at her with a smile. “You saw Peter Pan?”
“Every kid saw Peter Pan.”
“Not me. I didn’t.”
She rolled her eyes. “And I guess your knowledge of Peter Pan came from the wind?”
“That’s more like it.” He replied with a smile. He stopped and then fetched a neck tie from his pocket. “I am going to blindfold you.”
She shook her head in disagreement. “I know I should have taken my phone. You are a serial killer, right?”
He smiled as he stood behind her. “No. But if you want me to be, I don’t mind.”
She took a deep breath. “You are creeping me out.”
“Really?” he asked as he whispered into her ears.
His cologne filled her nostrils as he leaned closer. She wasn’t sure but it seemed he just wore it. He placed the necktie over her eyes and tied it firmly but carefully.
“Can you see anything?” he asked.
“Nothing.” She replied.
He smiled. “I’ll take the lead.”

Daniel sipped his drink by the bar burdened with guilt from what he had told Alhaji and filled with pain from losing Vicky. He had done what seemed logical to him at that moment. He had his love scorned while Craig had love and money offered to him. No man should be that lucky. He thought aloud.
“It should have been me. I owned that stand, not Craig. Aisha should have met me, not him.” He said as he drank.
Daniel turned to see Bolu. Bolu smiled as he took his seat beside Daniel.
“Guy, you look fresh o! Did you have a job interview?” Bolu asked, staring at the suit.
Bolu swallowed as he cursed his luck inaudibly. He had come to the bar right from meeting Alhaji.
“Not really an interview, but it was successful.”
Bolu smiled. “That’s good. I heard Vicky left town.”
Daniel nodded in agreement. “Yes, she did.”
“How are you?”
Daniel shrugged as he focused on the drink. “I am well. I don’t feel sad.”
“Are you sure? That’s good. It’s nice to see you taking it in good strides.”
Daniel sipped his drink. “Do I have an alternative?”
“Oh well…Look Dan, you do know that Craig loves you as a brother, right?” Bolu started.
“All this friction between us isn’t cool, Craig would marry Aisha soon and all this would be over.”
Daniel scoffed. “And then he would go looking for Vicky, right? She is obviously the only lady that can actually love him.”
“Come on, man. I hate the tension between us. We used to be very happy.”
“Point of correction, you have always been content with the way that Craig has treated us and that is because you might have no ambitions after all.” Bolu stared at him and then laughed.
“Guy, wetin dey do you? Craig na our guy na and he is always there for us.”
“What are you doing for yourself? You quit the mall to run Craig’s errands. When the divorce is over, Craig would have some proceeds from the divorce and he won’t share it with you. It is then you would realise how selfish and greedy Craig is.” Daniel ranted.
Bolu took a deep breath. “I don’t know what to say, man. You keep surprising me every time. We grew up together and for the times and everything, I am trying to mend the fence but it seems like you want nothing to do with us.”
“There! You got it! I am done with you guys! Give up!” Daniel concluded as he gulped his drink.
Bolu sighed.

“I am going to call off the agreement I have with Aisha.” Alhaji said.
Moira stared at him with a great deal of surprise and worry. She tried to hide her worried look with a smile.
“That…That would delight Aisha a lot.”
“I know.” He replied with a smile.
Moira drank some water. “So, why the sudden change of mind?”
“I admire the relationship between Aisha and Craig but I feel I would not be supportive of them with that agreement being on.”
Moira shrugged. “Does it really matter, Alhaji?”
“It does, Moira. It does.” Alhaji replied.
Moira drank some more water and then faced Alhaji.
“Sir, I think you are driving at something. Whatever it is, I want you to know that Aisha loves you and the best way to show your love to her is by supporting her decisions.”
“I support her decisions, Moira. I do.” She nodded in agreement. “Sir, what I really don’t understand is why you want to cut the agreement you had with her.”
“Moira, it is a good thing, isn’t it? I am relieving her of the pressure that I put her under by saying she has to get married before getting her inheritance. I don’t think I am doing anything wrong here.” He replied.
“Why do you think what I am doing is wrong?”
Moira shrugged as she took a deep breath.
“I think I am really tired tonight, that’s why.”
Alhaji Ibrahim nodded. “That’s probably why.”
“When do you intend to tell this to Aisha?” Moira asked.
Alhaji paused for a while. “I have not actually thought about it, but I don’t want you to tell her before I do. I actually came to you to know your own opinion of it.”
“Well, I think it is a very good thing to do. Aisha would be very happy to hear that, Sir.”
He nodded. “I know she would be.”
Moira yawned so as to set Alhaji on his way. “I am sorry, I am just so tired.”
Alhaji rose to his feet.
“Sorry for coming this late, I just thought to let you know about it first.”
Moira smiled. “Thank you, Sir. It’s okay.”
“See you later.” He said and walked out.
Moira shut the door after Alhaji and immediately dashed in to call Aisha.

Aisha couldn’t see anything. It was really dark. She was blindfolded. “Are we there yet?” she asked.
“You should be scared. I might be a serial killer.” Craig said in a comical voice.
“Very funny, Craig. Very funny.” She replied.
“But really, where are we going, Craig? We have been walking for a long time now.”
“Where are we, Aisha?” Craig asked.
She hissed. “How am I supposed to know that? I am the one with the blindfolds, in case you haven’t noticed.” She replied. “Anyway, I still feel the sands so we are obviously still at the beach.”
“That’s right, anyway, we are almost there. Just a couple steps more and all this would be over.” He replied.
“How many more steps, Craig?”
He smiled. “Keep your hands on your thighs.” He said as he led her to a seat. “I’ll take your blindfolds off now.”
Aisha took her seat and kept her hands on her thighs. Finally! Her blindfolds came off slowly. Before her stood a giant Piano. She shut her eyes and opened them again as she stroked her fingers against the chords. She tapped the chords again and then stared at Craig.
“What is this?” she asked. Her tone was low and subtle. Nothing like her normal self. Craig had actually reached out to her heart.
Craig got down on one knee and stretched out a ring before her. “Will you marry me, Aisha?”

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All Fun and Games. Episode 9

….really do not know what happened yesterday. Was it Monday or what? Specially apologize for posting this episode 24 hours late. Gawd! So embarrassing…perdóneme

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“This will calm your nerves.” Craig said as he handed Aisha a cup of coffee. She stared at him as she collected the coffee.
“I didn’t know coffee calmed nerves.” She replied.
He smiled and took his seat beside her. “I guess…”
“You guess?”
He nodded with a smile.
Aisha stared at him and smiled back. For the first time, she saw the charming smile with which Craig won his female conquests. The dimple that lurked around his cheek and, the slightly broken canine that his smile revealed and thick dark beards around his jaw made him absolutely gorgeous. She was taken by this. An awkward silence ensued as Craig’s eyes were all over her. Another thing he had going for him, his eyes were highly seductive. How could one man possess everything? Aisha blinked as his eyes probed her. She swallowed her coffee as she buried her head in the mug.
Craig knew she was beautiful. It was a fact that couldn’t be hidden. Aisha had beautiful white eyes and her tan brown skin colour was attractive. He loved the way her hair dropped slightly across her face and the smile he had seen on her face in the last minute provoked him. A smile could really be an ornament. He swallowed as he watched her drink the coffee. Beneath her large white eyes, he still knew he could see her sorrow. She might have fought well to hide it from the world, but when he hugged her, he knew she needed someone. Her heart had raced fast against his and even though he knew his heart did beat, he hoped she didn’t notice that. She was still drinking her coffee and she seemed not to notice him. He wondered why. ‘Wasn’t that smile good enough?’ he thought as he prepared himself to gain her attention. On a good day, he knew how to handle women, but Aisha had proved to be a challenge initially and he was willing to sustain the momentum, a wrong move now, and he would be the loser.
Aisha knew something had to be going on in his head. It was in her head too, but, she knew she was vulnerable. She was sad and finding it hard to push the sadness away, she knew she needed to work. Work always found a way of distracting her. She placed the mug by the side table and smiled at Craig.
“Thank you.”
“Uh?” he gaped.
She smiled. “For the coffee.” She replied and walked inside.
Craig watched her leave as he hit his forehead in frustration. “Sh*t!”
Aisha drew the sheets over her as she lay in bed. She would try to sleep. For a moment out there, she knew was weak. She smiled at her foolishness. “You stupid girl.” She said to herself. She reached for her phone on the table and dialed Moira’s number. She was going to tell Moira what had happened, or what she prevented from happening. She thought in a split second that Moira would mock her, so she hung up.
“Stupid Moira.” She said with a smile.
“I won’t give you the satisfaction of saying “I told you so””, she said to herself as she returned her phone.
Aisha sprang as she heard a light knock on the door. Her heart raced fast again. She knew she had to tell Craig off. He was slowing breaking her defences with his presence.
“What is it?” she called in a sleepy voice.
“Oh…I…I thought you needed something?” Craig replied from the other side of the door.
She grinned. “No, I don’t.”
“Oh…Okay. I’ll be here if you need anything.” He replied.
The voice went dead. She smiled as she slipped back beneath the sheet.
“I…I don’t mean I’ll be standing out here, you know?” he called back.
Aisha slammed her hand against the bed. “Goodnight, Craig.”
“Yeah…Night.” He replied.
She turned off her light. His footsteps drew away from the door as soon as she did that.
“So, Craig was warming up to you last night? Oh my God! Tell me you let him.” Moira said with a smile.
“Give me the full gist, don’t hold back any detail.”
Aisha stared at Moira with a grimace. “What is your problem? Are you always this hmm…you know what I mean?”
“Say it. Bad child!” Moira replied with a smile.
Aisha smiled back as she focused on her laptop. “I was going to call you last night to tell you, but I changed my mind. I don’t even know why I spilled today.”
“That’s because you can’t keep a secret for too long, your eyes betray you a lot.” Moira replied as she took her seat on the table right in front of Aisha. Aisha stared at her.
“Moira, what are you doing? Do you know what will happen if anyone walks in and sees you sitting right before me like this?”
Moira shrugged. “What do I care?”
“I care about my reputation. I am not about to be slandered in the press, so get off my table.”
Moira smiled. “You are too cautious, Aisha. Live a little.”
“Yes, but not like this.” Aisha replied with a smile.
“Do you like him?” Moira asked, as she stared at Aisha.
Aisha scoffed. “Of course, not.”
“I think you have to be careful, Aisha.” Moira started as she returned to the chair.
Aisha stared at Moira who looked really serious. “What is it?”
“I am not too comfortable with Craig warming up to you.” She replied.
Aisha shrugged with a smile. “Why not? I am hot.”
Moira smiled. “For once, I like your sense of humor, but I am serious. I…I just think he might have bigger plans. This is a game, remember?”
“Moira…I think you should chill. What happened last night can’t repeat itself again, it only happened because I remembered my Mom and cried. I…I was weak, that’s all. I am back to normal.”
Moira shook her finger in disagreement. “What if you become vulnerable again, Aisha?”
“Moira, it is not every day that I get to feel bad about something. Just chill.”
Moira stared at Aisha with a great deal of concern. Aisha was right about not feeling bad every day. Moira wondered how she did it, she could just turn off her emotions and act all macho and other times, she could be totally miserable. Those were the days that bothered Moira.
Aisha looked up from her system and stared at Moira who looked lost. Aisha knew she bothered Moira a lot. “Let’s get food.”
“Uh?” Moira said as she jolted back to reality.
Aisha smiled. “Yeah, food.”
Aisha rolled her eyes. “Basic necessity for the body. Food. Let’s go eat.”
Moira nodded. “Of course.”

“Have you heard from Daniel?” Craig asked.
“Why are you bothered about him? I haven’t seen him since that burst.” Bolu replied without raising his head from the magazine he was reading.
“I believe he told Vicky. Do you think I should talk to Vicky?” Craig asked.
Bolu shrugged. “I don’t think you should hurt her more. Going to meet her will arouse false hopes, no time for that now. You need your pot of gold.”
Craig smiled. “Sure.”
“How is living with the Amazon going?” Bolu asked as he read from a magazine. “You do know that’s what they call her right?”
Craig raised an eyebrow.
“The business world, I mean. Read Celeb magazines, guy. Soon your face go dey there too as per Amazon’s boyfriend.” Bolu said as he passed a magazine to Craig.
Craig stared at the magazine. “What are they saying about her?”
“You can read, right?” Bolu asked with a smile. “There are figures of the profits she raked in last month in it, it will amaze you. She is a rich girl. In fact, she is flourishing.”
Craig stared at Aisha’s picture on the front cover. “She is beautiful.”
“Excuse me?” Craig didn’t hear Bolu as he stared at Aisha’s picture. Bolu noticed this and tapped Craig. “GUY!”
Craig rubbed his forehead as he dropped the magazine on the table. “What is it?” he asked defensively.
“Do you like this babe?” Bolu asked. Craig looked away. Bolu smiled. “Of course, why you no go like her? Money dey, the babe sef fresh, it’s only normal. When are you going to get in there? Leave for the boys o!” he said grinning.
Craig grabbed Bolu’s shirt aggressively. “Don’t!” he said through clenched teeth.
Bolu stared at him. “Easy, bro.”
Craig took a deep breath and released Bolu. “Never talk about her like that again.” Craig said as he adjusted his jacket. “I am off to work.”
“Guy, am sorry na. I didn’t know you like her.”
“I don’t like her. I just think she deserves some respect.” He replied.
Bolu nodded in agreement. “Okay. I am sorry, can we at least finish the drinks?”
Craig shrugged. “You can have it. I am out of here.”
“I hope you are saving money for after your divorce.” Bolu said with a smile.
Craig smiled. “I got my bases covered. See you.” He replied and walked away.
Bolu smiled as he continued drinking.

“Are you really leaving town?” Daniel asked as Vicky packed her bags.
Vicky stared at the bags. “Does it look like I am coming into town? Of course, I am leaving.”
“Are…Are you not putting up a fight?” Daniel asked.
She stared at him. “How much more do you want to see me humiliated?”
“Look, Vicky, I can’t let you go.” Daniel said.
“You’ll have to do more than turning my taxi away to stop me from leaving town. I have nothing left here.”
Daniel swallowed. “What about me? I love you, Vicky.”
“And I don’t.”
He nodded. “I understand. This is it, you love Craig, he doesn’t love you. I love you, you don’t love me. We are both scorned, we can make it work.”
“You sure have a perfect way of rubbing it in, don’t you?” she asked as she wiped a tear drop from her face.
“I am sorry, it’s…it’s just that you don’t deserve this, I don’t deserve it too. We can be happy. I’ll make you happy. I promise.” He begged.
Vicky took a deep breath. “Daniel, we won’t be happy. You know why? I don’t want to be happy with you. That’s a fact. You are not the kind of man that I want to be with. You are pitiful, ridiculous and not a very good friend. Everything you think you have done out of love for me has given me a clearer picture of who you are.”
Daniel swallowed. “This sucks.”
“It sucks, right? That’s what I think of you. You are a loser, a fake friend and you don’t deserve my love. If Craig won’t love because he loves his girlfriend, then fine. He probably would never love me.”
Daniel fumed. “Craig is a dirty bastard.”
“You are worse.” She replied. “Leave my house, Daniel.”
Daniel clenched his fist. “You don’t even know everything about Craig.”
“I know enough, I don’t want to know more.” She replied.
He blinked. “Really? Are you sure you don’t want me to tell you everything about that despicable fellow?”
The door opened and a young girl walked in. “Aunty Vicky, the cab is here.”
Vicky stared at Daniel. “Let me have a little good memory of you. Shut your mouth.” She replied and walked in to carry her bags with the young girl.
Daniel clenched his teeth angrily. Vicky brushed him as she walked past with her bag. He watched her go in and out of the house two more times with the young girl until the cab driver shut his trunk and Vicky slid into the back seat. He stood motionless, burning in anger and pain at everything that she had said to him. He stared at her from the front porch as she placed her against the window.
The cab took off and images of Vicky and the cab started to fade. He panicked and started to run. He chased and chased till he was tired and took solace on the floor.

“I am getting lonely in the house.” Moira said as they drove back to the office.
Aisha smiled. “I thought as much. I can come over tonight.”
“Really? That’s so great. Thank you.”
Aisha smiled. “Why are you thanking me? I said I can, I didn’t say I will.”
Moira rolled her eyes. “You are a monster.”
Aisha nodded as she pulled up in front of the office. She glanced at Moira as they saw Hakeem lurking around his car. “What does he want?”
“Oh well, you would have to ask him.” Moira said as she stepped out of the car.
Aisha watched from behind the wheels as Moira pecked Hakeem and left for the office. “Well played, Moira.” Aisha said as slammed the steering.
She took a deep breath as she approached Hakeem. “Hakeem, how are you?”
She nodded. “Yes, that’s my name. How are you?”
“I am doing fine. Do you have a minute?” he asked.
She shook her head in disagreement. “No. I…I am really busy these days, so much work to do.”
“Aisha, please give me audience.” Hakeem begged.
She rubbed her forehead. “What do you want, Hakeem?”
“I…I know how important yesterday was for you and your family.”
She smiled. “I have moved on. Is that all? Thank you. See you around.”
“That’s not all.”
She paused. “What is it?”
“Tell me about Craig.”
Aisha’s heart skipped a beat. “What do you mean?”
“I mean…who is he? What does he mean to you? Where did you guys meet?”
She folded her arms. “Are you investigating my boyfriend, Hakeem?”
“Alhaji told me not to. I won’t defy your father, but, I am a man who is in love with you. It hurts that you don’t love me, I just want to know if you are happy with him.”
She smiled widely. “YES. We are happy. Get over it.”
“I can’t.”
She shrugged. “Then I am sorry, it’s your loss.”
“Aisha, I don’t trust that guy.” Hakeem said. “I…I don’t think he is a good man.”
Aisha nodded. “That’s why you are not me, we don’t think alike.”
“Aisha, I want to leave the country.”
She nodded with a smile. “That’s good.”
“I know you can’t wait to get rid of me, but, before leaving I thought I should see you.”
Aisha smiled. “You have done well. Thanks for dropping by. Have a safe trip. Bye.” She said and hurried into the office leaving Hakeem standing outside.
Alhaji Ibrahim’s car pulled up before Hakeem. He stared at the car surprisingly. “Sir?”
Alhaji walked up to him. “I couldn’t travel, flight hitches, so I returned. Why are you out here?”
“I came to see Aisha, we have discussed. I was on my way.” Hakeem replied.
Alhaji took a deep breath. “Look son, I know how you feel about Aisha and I would lie if I say I don’t feel bad for you, but, I am more concerned about my daughter’s happiness. Do you understand?”
Hakeem nodded. “Of course. You are her father, you are looking out for her.”
“I think we should go and have drinks.” Alhaji suggested.
Hakeem shrugged. “Don’t you want to see your daughter?”
“I didn’t come back here to see her, I don’t want to bother her with my presence. I have a meeting with one of those men from Dubai. You know how they like to do business urgently, he just put a call through to me and said he’ll meet up, but I guess I’ll just divert him to meet me at the bar, he says he wants to sell merchandise.”
Hakeem nodded. “Let’s go then.”

Craig wasn’t sure if he was doing the right thing, but he was determined to do something. He punched the elevator button as he stared at his wristwatch. It was almost 7pm. He stepped out on the last floor. Aisha’s secretary smiled as she saw him and he smiled back. He was holding a branch of rose flower in his hand so he could guess why she was grinning almost mischievously. He knocked lightly and pushed the door to Aisha’s office open. Aisha and Moira stared at him. Moira grinned. “Hello, Craig.”
“Evening, ladies.” He said as he walked in.
“Getting too comfortable?” Aisha asked as Craig stretched out the rose flower.
He smiled. “It’s just a flower. Take it.”
“Why are you here?” she asked.
Moira stared at the flower. “Take the flower first.”
“No. There is something attached to him bearing a rose branch.” She replied. “Why are you here, Craig?”
“I came to take you out for dinner.”
Moira smiled. “Hmmm…”
“Declined.” Aisha replied.
Craig smiled. “You can’t say no. It’s not an option.”
“And why not?” she asked.
“Dinner is at your house. I just cooked. I don’t want it to be cold.”
Moira smiled. “Nice.”
“Can Moira join?” Aisha asked with a smile.
Craig stared at them. “Of course, why not?”
“Except that I am very busy tonight, Aisha. I am sorry, some other time.”
Aisha’s eyes popped as she stared at Moira. “She-devil.”
Moira nodded. “I know. You guys have a nice time. I would join you next time.” She said standing up.
She smiled at Craig and whispered into his ears. “Next time, try another lie.”
Craig smiled as she walked out. “So, shall we?”
“Where are you taking me?” she asked.
“Can you keep a secret?” he asked.
She nodded. “Largely depends.”
“I’m not telling you.” He replied.
“Is that your secret?” she asked.
He nodded in agreement. “Let’s go.”

“Your Dubai business dealer isn’t here yet, it’s been thirty minutes.” Hakeem said.
Alhaji Ibrahim drew up his sleeves to check the time. “He would soon be here, you know how those people are. Let’s talk about you. Your Dad told me that you would be leaving town, I think it will help you get a lot of things off your chest.”
Hakeem nodded. “I hope it does. I can’t seem to get over the fact that Aisha is with someone else. It is very hard for me.”
Alhaji nodded. “I know it is not very pleasant. Life doesn’t always give us what we want. We learn to deal with what comes our way.”
“Why do you trust that guy so much, Alhaji? I…I just don’t feel him.” Hakeem replied as he sipped his drink.
Alhaji shrugged. “I understand how you feel, you are in a competition with the man. I don’t expect you to trust him.”
“It’s…It’s just that he suddenly appeared out of nowhere without any warnings or signs. I mean, we didn’t know he existed, all of a sudden, he started existing.”
“He has been existing for a while now, Hakeem. He wasn’t born last week. Son, I did my check on him, he is not an alien. He is a hardworking young man and he loves Aisha. That’s all that counts. If you love her as much as you claim, let her be happy. I think she loves this guy.”
Hakeem shook his head sadly. “I just want to be selfish right now, but she is not even looking in my direction.”
“Learn to get over it, Hakeem. Learn.”
Hakeem nodded. “I am trying. It is not the easiest thing to do, Alhaji.” He replied. “I have to leave now, there are still some things I haven’t sorted out regarding my trip.”
“Take advantage of the trip to find you some happiness.” Alhaji advised. “You can be rest assured that regardless of what happens, you still have me as a friend.”
Hakeem nodded.

“So, what’s the plan? Are we just going to stroll in the sand?” Aisha asked as she stared at her feet.
Craig nodded. “I am holding your shoes, you shouldn’t mind.” He replied. “I set up a little dinner for us here.”
“Oh! You should have told me earlier, I would have alerted the press, at least, something romantic to top their list.” She said painfully.
Craig swallowed. “Why don’t you appreciate the privacy of this dinner?” he asked as they walked towards the table.
“Because it is awkward. There is actually nothing between you and I and you shouldn’t set up things like this if we are not trying to get the press’ attention.” She said as she took her seat.
Craig nodded. “What if there could be something between us?”
“There can never be, and you know it.” She replied smiling.
A waiter approached them and attended to them.
Craig poured her glass. “Bon appetite.”
She smiled as she sipped the wine. “Thank you.”
“So, when do I have to propose to you?” Craig asked.
She stopped as she stared at him. “Are we not rushing things? That would be unbelievable to my Dad.”
“I don’t think so, we have managed to convince him, I think I should propose to you soon, so, we can get married and get divorced too.”
She dropped her glass as she stared at him.

A man approached Alhaji Ibrahim in a black suit. “Alhaji Ibrahim?”
Alhaji nodded. “Yes? Who are you?”
“You are expecting me.” He replied.
Alhaji stared at him. “You are not Arabian.”
He nodded. “I know but I needed to see you, so I had to make up something.”
“I am calling security.” Alhaji said as he picked his phone.
“Don’t do it…at least, not yet.”
Alhaji dropped his phone. “What do you want?”
“My name is Daniel. I have information about your daughter’s boyfriend. Craig.”

All Fun and Games is written by Tomi Adesina, Writer and Author of “Dear Future Husband” available for free on African Stories. She is @tomi_adeshina on twitter. Get a copy. Read, Share and Sponsor next episode 😀

All Fun and Games. Episode 8

Episode 8

Aisha leaned against the door as she folded her arms, creating an imposing figure against the door with her yet petite frame. “Craig!” she called in her best feminine asset. “Craig!”
Vicky stared at her carefully. “I can’t believe this.”
“I know you can’t. Do you want an autograph? Last chance.” Aisha said with a cynical smile.
Vicky swallowed as she watched Craig approach from inside. He was topless and this sent ideas into her head.
Craig took a deep breath as he saw Vicky. “Hey.” He said.
Aisha turned as she stared at him and returned into the house. Craig pulled Vicky outside and shut the door as soon as he watched Aisha leave for the bedroom. “What is this, Vicky? What are you doing here?”
“Craig…I…I love you.”
Craig swallowed. “And I don’t!”
Vicky took a deep breath. “Craig, I know…I know it’s not every day that a lady summons courage to tell a man that she is in love with him and I swear it is not easy for me to bottle my feelings like they don’t exist when they do, but…but I just want you to know that I love you for who you are and would never stop loving you.”
Craig rubbed his forehead. “I…I don’t know what to say. I…I am with someone else.”
Craig nodded. “Yes. Her. Aisha. Her name is Aisha.”
“Do you love her?” Vicky asked. “I mean, where did she spring out from? We only knew Aisha from the TV and spotlight, but, you and Aisha? I mean, was it coded and stuff? When did you guys fall in love?
Craig blinked. “Look, my relationship with Aisha is very important to me and to her too. I can’t discuss our affair with you, but all I can tell you is that we have something.”
“Tell me, Craig. Please.” Vicky said desperately. “Look, Craig, I have loved you ever since we have been friends and yes, I find it hard not to fight for it.”
Craig took a deep breath. “Vicky, I thought we had discussed this before.”
“I own my feelings, Craig.”
He nodded. “Fine. I can’t deprive you of the right to be in love, but, this love won’t be reciprocated.”
“Craig, I just want you to be aware of what I feel for you and I want you to know that I am not going to stop loving you.”
“Vicky, you are a good woman. I am sure that there are men lined up to love you if you let them. You don’t have to tie yourself down to me. I am with someone else.”
Vicky shook her head sadly. “Why did you choose her?”
“I have no control over my heart, do I?” he asked.
She stared at him. “Do you love her?”
He swallowed. “Vicky…”
“Just answer the question, Craig. Be honest with me, for once, please. Do you love her?”
Craig stared at Vicky’s eyes. They were full of hurt and desperation. He didn’t know what else to say to her that would send her away from him. For him, he couldn’t give her love, he knew that. He had never loved anyone like himself. Feelings and emotions were for the weak. He could deal with casual sex but not commitments. Vicky seemed like commitment, Aisha was business. He didn’t need Vicky. Aisha was his pot of gold. He could mess around with that. And even if it meant him lying to a desperate woman, he would. Lying wouldn’t hurt him, after all, he already lied to a desperate father. Why couldn’t he lie to Vicky?
He took a deep breath. “I am in love with Aisha. I have always been and we have had our relationship under wraps for a long time now, just to keep it out of the press’ prowling eyes. I am sorry if I have never told you about it. I really apologise for hurting you, Vicky. I love my girlfriend. I’d do anything for her. She loves me too. I can’t hurt her.”
Vicky wiped a tear drop as it rolled down from her eyes. “Craig, I love you. I am sorry you love someone else.”
She tiptoed and pecked his cheek. “Bye. I would never show up in your life again.” She said as she walked away.
Craig took a deep breath as he watched her walk away. He buried his head in his hand and returned into the house. Now he had to face the bigger venom.
Aisha lay on the chaise lounge in the living room as she watched from the TV. Craig rubbed his palm against his trouser as he stared at her. “I can explain.”
Aisha stared at him with a smile. “What? The TV program is nice, you should watch it. Should I get you some ice-cream?”
“I…I am talking about what just happened.” He replied as he approached her.
She shrugged. “I thought the scene was funny too, but you know how these actors can be, they can be very annoying.” She replied, feigning ignorance as she focused on the TV. “Are you sure you don’t want any Ice-cream?”
“Aisha, I…I don’t love Vicky.” Craig said.
Aisha stared at him. “Who is Vicky?”
“Come on, Aisha. You know who Vicky is. She just left.” He replied as he squatted beside her. “Look, Vicky is…is just a lady who is in love with me, but I assure you I am not in love with her.”
Aisha stared at him. “Craig, I don’t know what you are blabbing about. Here I am, trying to enjoy some TV and take a break from work and you are talking to me about love and Vicky. I don’t understand. I really want to enjoy this program. Would you let me?” she asked with a smile.
“Damn!” Craig shouted and rose to his feet. “I am off to bed.”
She smiled. “Have a nice night.” She said and focused on the TV.
Craig kicked the chair angrily and left for the bedroom.

“So you are telling me that Craig’s girlfriend showed up at your house last night?”
Aisha nodded as she punched the elevator button to the top floor. “Exactly, Moira. That doesn’t worry me as much as I think my plans might be foiled if I keep getting ugly surprises like that. Who is next to visit? Hakeem?”
Moira smiled. “That won’t be cool, my friend.”
“You know I actually think Craig’s bases are not as covered as they should be. Come to think of it, I picked this guy from the slum; people are going to wonder how his profile jumped this high in no time. I should have thought of this more before choosing that scumbag.”
Moira shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. We would just have to come up with something. Like how he enjoyed frolicking with the needy and all. I’ll find something, don’t worry. I think what we need to do is to speed up the wedding plans, so you can get the inheritance, divorce him and get your life back on track. Maybe by then, you’d be in love with Hakeem.” Moira replied, snickering.
“Very funny, Moira. Very funny.” Aisha replied as they stepped out to the main floor.
“How has living with Craig been?”
Aisha stared at her as she pushed her office door open. “How is it supposed to be? We stay out of each other’s way as much as possible.”
“Nothing unites you both?” Moira asked, taking her seat with a smile.
Aisha raised an eyebrow. “Out with it, you idiot. What are you insinuating?”
Moira shrugged. “Nothing that hasn’t been heard before. I am just saying that, how is that you both haven’t found a common ground to co-exist in that house?” She asked, grinning.
“Look, if what you are trying to say is what I think, NO. I have respect for myself, unlike you.”
Moira hissed. “I respect myself too. But I am just saying. You guys can be friends with benefits.”
“Moira, are you alright? What has come over you?” Aisha asked as she turned on her laptop. “Fact check, I am Aisha Bello. I don’t have time for frivolities, so the next time you forget who you are and start imagining foolish things, always remember who I am and keep me out of your silly thoughts.” She replied.
Moira grinned.
“What? Wipe that smirk off your face.” Aisha ordered.
Moira smiled. “I won’t. And you know why? It means in that holy heart of yours, you have actually given dirty thoughts a chance. Why would you even think that I was thinking that?”
“It’s logic. Common sense, Moira. That’s something I have too.”
Moira nodded. “Okay.”
“Good. Now, we must get back to work. Alhaji won’t be here today and I don’t know why, but he said for a few days, he’ll also be away. But while he is away, we have some deals to shut down and I am talking big money here.” Aisha started.
Moira smiled. “You love making money, don’t you?”
Aisha nodded in agreement. “Yes, I do. It’s all I live for.”
“Do you know why your father won’t be here today?”
Aisha shrugged. “I don’t know and I don’t think I really want to know.”
“That’s because you have decided to ignore this day. It’s been many years, Aisha.”
Aisha stared at her. “I don’t remember what today is and I don’t need you to remind me.”
Moira took a deep breath. “I’ll be going over there by lunch. If you change your mind, we can go together. It won’t hurt so much.”
“Please leave, Moira. I have to work.”
Moira nodded and walked out.
Tears rolled down Aisha’s eyes as she remembered her mother.

“How did Vicky get your address?” Daniel asked.
Craig stared at him. “Don’t give me that, I can swear on anything that you gave it to her.”
“No, bro. I don’t break bro codes.”
“What code? How did she know my house?”
“Aisha’s house, you mean?” Bolu asked, smiling.
Craig shot at him. “Whatever, Man.”
“But seriously, I’d give anything to see Aisha’s expression when she met Vicky.” Bolu said smiling.
Craig stared at him. “Did you give Vicky my address, Bolu?”
Bolu laughed. “You know I can’t do that, brother.”
“What I know is that Vicky didn’t just show up at my house. One of you gave her the address and I don’t think it’s you, Bolu. I know it is you, Daniel.”
Daniel smiled. “What do I have to gain by pushing her closer to you? I love her too, remember?”
“Exactly. Because you love like a dumb man, you think that by sending her my way, she would realise and then start to fall for you. I have news for you, she doesn’t love you, she loves me.”
Daniel swallowed. “Shame. You don’t deserve her love.”
“Neither do you. You are a selfish bastard, Daniel.”
Bolu stepped in. “Easy, boys! Craig, you can’t start accusing Daniel without proof.”
“Oh, let him continue. You’ll come back to apologise, Craig. I know it.” Daniel replied.
“Are you saying he didn’t give her my address? Who did?” Craig shouted.
Bolu took a deep breath. “We both know that Vicky is madly in love with you, a woman in love can do anything for her man. Maybe she tailed you or something, but Daniel has returned to us, he won’t betray you, bro. We are like family, right?”
“I won’t betray you, bro.” Daniel said with a smile. “I am better than that.”
Craig swallowed. “I don’t believe him.”
“I know you don’t trust me too much, Craig. But even though I love her and she doesn’t love me, I won’t use that as an avenue to destroy you.” Daniel replied.
Bolu took a deep breath. “Believe him, Craig. We have been brothers for a very long time, don’t let a woman tear us apart.”
“This is a woman’s love we are talking about. I might not love her, but I appreciate the fact that someone loves me. I can’t love her back, but I respect her and I won’t go about taunting her for it. I advise you respect her, Daniel. Be careful with what you tell her. You don’t have to hurt her.” Craig said and grabbed his car key.
“Where are you going? You just got here.” Bolu said.
Craig shrugged. “I am going back to work. I have to be there, at least.” He replied and walked away.
Bolu stared at Daniel. “Why did you tell Vicky?”
“Why did you defend me if you thought I told her?” Daniel asked.
Bolu took a deep breath. “I…I thought that our friendship meant something to you, bro.”
“It does, Bolu. I didn’t tell her anything. Maybe she tailed him just like you said.”
Bolu smiled. “Do you even believe that?”
“I am innocent. Whatever is happening to Craig is thanks to his greed. He can’t eat his cake and have it. Aisha is going to give him something he has never had. The Spotlight.”
“And she is taking away from him the opportunity to learn to love Vicky back.”
Daniel swallowed. “Learn to Love?”
“I still believe Craig can like Vicky more. Craig is a good guy.”
Daniel clenched his teeth. “She is mine.”
“No. She’s not yours. Get over yourself.” Bolu replied. “I am going back to work.” He added and walked away.

“Mrs. Bello, how are you?” Moira asked as she knelt before Aisha’s mother’s grave. “It’s been years. Aisha still won’t come to visit. I know I haven’t been a right friend by helping Aisha with getting her inheritance by finding a man for her, but Aisha is sad and drunk with power. This is the only thing that is really helping her to interact with someone else, I know I might be wrong with this decision, but, I actually believe that Aisha might find herself in the process. Ma’am, she still plays your favourite tune on the piano but she won’t be playing the piano for a while, she’s moved in with the new guy and she decided not to take it there. She still gives to the orphanages, she hasn’t lost her value. The only thing she hasn’t found is love, so she decided to play games. It might be fun for a while, but I think it might hurt too. I would be here for her no matter what happens. I miss you, you are also my mother. We would close up major deals in the coming days and Aisha would make more money. Aisha enjoys viewing the world from the window like we used to do as little girls when we did visit.” Moira paused to wipe a tear drop. “Aisha is in the office distracting her as usual from thoughts of today, but, I know she would eventually be able to come here one day.”
Moira took a deep breath as rose to her feet. “We miss you, ma.”

“Ma’am, we have been here for five hours and have closed six deals already. Let’s give it a break.” An officer suggested.
Aisha stared at them. “Oh really? We have?”
He nodded. “Ms. Bello, this is nine pm already. I think we should go home.”
“I don’t think so, I think I want to close all deals today. I think we should make all the money we can now. The day is still young, it’s just 9pm.”
Moira stared at them and then back at Aisha. “Aisha, I think we can let them go. We can finish it up.”
“Challenging my authority?” Aisha asked.
Moira stared at her. “Aisha, please.”
Aisha stared at the others. “Get out.”
The others gathered their documents and walked out.
“It’s my money, you know.” Aisha said as she took a seat.
Moira nodded as she approached her. “Let’s go home. You are spent.”
“I am not. I am not leaving here until I tie up all the deals.”
Moira took a deep breath. “Don’t do this today, Aisha.”
Aisha buried her head in her palms. “I just want to get this work done.”
“You don’t have to get it done today. Tomorrow is another day.”
Aisha shook her head. “Tomorrow never comes. My mom didn’t live to see tomorrow.”
Moira swallowed. “I know. God knows best.”
“Bye, Moira.” Aisha said as she picked up her phone.
“Stay with me tonight. You are not doing fine.”
Aisha smiled. “I can handle it.” She replied and walked out.
Moira watched her friend leave the office. Aisha couldn’t handle many things, she only tried to do it. It did work well for her most times, and when her world came crashing down, you almost could not recognise Aisha. Today seemed like one of those days, Moira hoped for her friend’s sake that it would not get worse at night.

“Hey!” Craig said as soon as Aisha walked into the house.
Aisha stared at him. “Hi.” She replied.
“So, I…I was thinking that we could talk about this business today.” Craig started.
She stared at him. “What is there to talk about? Are you broke? I’ll reimburse your credit card tomorrow.” She said, stepping away from him.
“Was it always this easy for you?” Craig asked.
She stopped and stared at him. “Excuse me?”
“Do you actually buy everybody?”
She dropped her handbag on the chair and folded her arms. “I don’t understand.”
“I’ll reimburse your credit card. That’s all. No discussions, no relations. You don’t even care if I hold a party in your house in your absence? You don’t care if I sleep with someone?”
Aisha shrugged. “Why should I care? I just need you to help me get something, that’s all.”
“Where did the good girl go?”
Aisha looked around. “Are you talking to me?”
He nodded. “Yes. I mean, you…you are more than this, Aisha.”
“Shut up!” she replied and picked up her bag.
He swallowed. “I won’t. Why are you bent on making everyone see this monster? You…you don’t have to like me to live with me. But, as long as we are living together, we can tolerate each other.”
“I am tolerating you, right now.” She replied.
He nodded. “Good. I want us to talk. I want us to talk about yesterday.”
“Is this about yesterday? The entire dumb sermon was about yesterday?” she asked.
“Look, Aisha, Vicky is a woman who loves me.”
Aisha smiled. “Good for you. When our deal is over, you can go back to her. Today is not a good day to have an argument with you. Please, let me be.”
“Is there ever a good day with you?” he asked. “Aisha, you can’t go on like this. When you hurt, spit it out. When you are happy, let everyone know. This is not life.”
Aisha stared at him with her mouth agape. “What do you care?”
“I don’t have to care about you, but I do. You are human; we live in the same house. Just look at your face, it is obvious. You have been crying. What is it about? Tell me. Let me help.”
She scoffed. “Now you want to help me? Look, your job here is simple, we step out together, and you smile at the camera. Shutter left…Shutter right…Click. The press has us in the magazine; we go home, case closed. There is nothing else, try not to get too close to me. You are pissing me off.”
“You piss me off too. But, I won’t give up on you. You need saving. I’ll help you.”
Aisha stared at him. “You know someone who needed saving?” she shouted. “My mother!” she screamed. “There was no one that day, I couldn’t save her, and Moira couldn’t. The driver couldn’t. They killed her as though she didn’t matter. That was someone who needed saving. You want to save someone, get me back my mother.” She shouted. “Don’t ever talk to me about saving me, I am fine.” She said as she wiped teardrops from her eyes.
“Aisha…” Craig said as he took a deep breath. “I am sorry.”
She nodded. “It’s normal to be sorry. It is the typical pitiful state of the mind. My father was sorry. The cops were sorry. Moira was sorry. Even my dead Mom would have been sorry. I am sorry too. So, it is okay if you are sorry. Can I go in peace now?”
“Aisha…” Craig said as he stood before her. “It’s okay to cry, you don’t have to fight it.”
She swallowed.
“Look, I know it hurts, but, when you should cry, you should cry. Just cry, breathe, let it go. Please…” he said as he stared at her eyes. “You don’t have to go through it alone, just let it go, Aisha.”
Tears began to stream down her face. The more she fought back, the more her weak eyes betrayed her. The tears flowed freely and she crashed into Craig’s arms in tears.

All Fun and Games is written by , author of “Dear Future Husband” available on African Stories. Get a . She is on twitter.