Awake 003

If you have not read the previous installments, please do so before you start this one

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My name is Kola and I just woke up from a 10 year coma.

How ridiculous does that sound?

I do not see the point of being alive. What is the use? The love of my life is married to someone else. Someone I hate and detests. I really do not know why I woke up.

I decided to day to be thankful, look at life from a different perspective but that was not working for me AT ALL. All I saw were people living beautiful lives while I was sitting in my mothers house

I was still sitting outside when Ifeoma walked in.

As soon as I saw her I went into the house. I can't look her in the face without thinking that she hurt me. I gave her all of me and she gave my heart to the dog.

"Kola. We have to talk about this. You cannot keep running away  from me"

What?

Does she think I am running away from her.

"I really don't wanna talk to you" I tell her

She pauses for a  while

"Well, when you are ready, want you to know we had a daughter while you were in coma"

I think I am in coma again.

I am Zamfara bound!

Hey guys,

First of all, I want to thank everyone for their amazing suggestions as regards the Awake series. Your suggestions have been noted and it will be infused in the story one way or the other.

So, you guys are probably wondering were yours truly was posted to... well I was posted to Zamfara. It is a state in Northwesteren Nigeria and it used to be a part of Sokoto. In 1996, the late General Sani Abacha detached Zamfara from Sokoto State.

Anyways, I would be resuming at the NYSC orientation camp in Zamfara and I am kind of excited about the whole thing. To this end, my blog will be inactive for the three weeks in camp as I serve my motherland at the other end of Nigeria. I'll miss this place like crazy but watch out becasue I will be back with plenty gist and loads of pictures.

So in NYSC mode, I need to do my online registration. Take care people...

Triotcha!

PS: While this blog is inactive... visit the Yada website.

The National Youth Service Corps (NYSC) is a program to involve Nigerian graduates in the development of their country.

Awake and other things

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Ok guys, I am doing a little research on coma patients and marriage so the 3rd instalment is coming soon. But I wanna ask though now that Ifeoma is married again without a divorce, what do you think will happen to her marriage with Kola? What of their son? And is Dotun now a good guy? In general, what do yo think of the story? I wanna know...

Now to other things, I am going for my NYSC so just chill for my NYSC blog cuz it will rock.

Take care2 kisses and view www.yadamag.com

Thanks and Trotcha

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Organise and Plan

That's what I need to do

Organise and plan.

I can't believe this blog is suffering.

I need to organise and plan.

Don't worry. The Awake series continues.

To all the Kiss and Tell fans... we starting the series on the Yada site...  Click here

Love y'all

Awake 002

If you have not read th previous instalment please do so before you start this one. Thanks
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It has been three days since I got out of coma. How have I been? Don't ask at all. Maybe I should have died that night because I do not see the point for my waking up. Coma for 10 years? The first thing rational-me would ask would be "is that even possible" but it happened to me so that makes it very possible.

I am still in my mother's house. Apparently, our old apartment at the Ikeja GRA is gone. I hear Ifeoma has moved her things to her husband's house in Lekki and she moved all my things here. All my life, I imagined myself retiring when I was 40, leaving in the Bahamas with my family. Now I am 46 and I am back to square one. No house, no job, no wife... Everything is gone, apart from my son. I should have died.

A part of me understands why Ifeoma married again and a part of me hates her. Even though, the day they removed me from life support was the day I got out of coma, she could have waited. Let me be certified dead and let my organs be sent to some hospital in China. Well, at least she waited for 8 years (so I was told).

The worst part of her getting married was the guy she married. She married Dotun Coker. Seriously? That guy was a spoilt rich kid with no morals. He had the hots for her when we were at the University and he even proposed to her on the morning of our wedding. And now, Ifeoma decides to marry him? What is that? I also heard he has been married twice and this will be his third marriage. No comments.

I am happy for her though. If this is what she wants, I support her. Just don't know how she can explain been married to two guys at once. I get up and move to the television. Things have really changed. Heard Luther Vandross died and that Michael Jackson died last year. Things have really changed. I turn off the TV. It is a reminder of how much I have missed.

I go back to my seat and rest my head back. I close my eyes and began to dream about my life before the accident. It was awesome and it felt like I was living the dream. I guess after a while, you would have to stop dreaming. I was getting lost in my fantasy when I heard my name. The voice was familiar and I couldn't forget the voice or the accent even if I was in coma for 30 years. Heard the voice and I opened my eyes.

Ifeoma

She had tears in her eyes. She looked like she wanted to run and hug me but she couldn't. A few seconds passed and I realize why she couldn't hug me.

Dotun Coker.

He kisses her on the cheek and comes over to me.

"Thank God you are alive"

When the hell did he turn religious????

"Kola, it is good to see you. My wife and I rushed back from Paris as soon as we heard the news"

Now I am going to kill him.
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Awake 001

Pitch blackness.

I can feel my back. It hurts like hell. Its like I over slept. Or did I?

Flashes from the night started coming back to me. Oh no! I was crossing the street. I look to my right and I see a bright light and

My eyes open. I had an accident. I was going to get Ifeoma's inhaler from the store and I had an accident. Ifeoma is my wife. Come to think of it, where is she? I look around and I noticed a machine by the bed side. I guess I got hit by a car and I was rushed to the hospital. Wait! This is not a hospital. There is a poster of Abba on the wall. I am in my old room. What am I doing here? Why am I not in a hospital or in my house.

I open my mouth to speak but it is dry and I am very thirsty. I close it again. Where is everybody? Where is Ifeoma? Where is my son? And if I am in my old room, where is my mother?

At that moment, a lady enters with an older woman and they are engaged in a conversation when the younger lady notices me staring at her.

"Jesus!" She screams in shock. The older lady turns to see what shocked this lady who I am guessing is a doctor and the older woman is in shock because the last time I saw my mother, her hair was more black and grey and she was VERY fashion concious. This woman looked old, tired and unkempt.

"Kolawole. Oko mi" she screams with joy and jumps all around, singing praises to God in Yoruba. The younger lady recovers slowly from her shock and joins my mother in rejoicing.

My mum comes to my bedside and gives me a hug. I respond and we lock up in a tight embrace for a while. After we refrain from hugging, I ask the million dollar question.

"Where is Ifeoma? And Adebayo. Our eight year old son?" I ask my mother. She looks at me for a while, gives me a kiss on my head and leaves the room. In a few moments, she returns with a young man. He was handsome and looked very puzzled to see me. Before I could say "mother of God" he comes to me and gives me a tight hug. Still confused, I look at my mum and she understands me perfectly

"Kola, this is Bayo, your son. You have been in coma for ten years"

At that moment, my heart skips a beat and I look across the room at the mirror on d night stand to my mum and my son who has at the last time I saw him was not even 10...

I ask the next question

"Where is Ifeoma?" I had to ask for my wife. It was important I did.

My mother comes to my side, puts my hand in her hand and says I should get some rest. I look into her eyes again and I ask her for my wife.

"Ifeoma is on her honeymoon. She got married two days ago"

This time my heart skipped two beats...

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