BABY MAMA EPISODES 7-9

EPISODE 7


The beach is flooded with sights of happy people. Teenagers chasing each other, Ladies in colourful bikinis and beach wears alongside guys in swimming suits in littered groups.
Tasha's cream sun hat is shielding her from more of the Sun rays as she's lying under the bamboo shed. Her glass of pure citrus juice that tops by the corner with a fine slice of orange and straw, sits on the raffia stool next to her wooden chair.
Tasha takes a deep breath.
'Couldn't this be living like a prisoner?'
She whispers to herself. She was stripped off her phone earlier so she couldn't reach anyone. She didn't even feel like talking to anyone now.
'God what have I gotten myself into?', She questions again within her and gets a mild kick from the fetus in her.
'Oh gosh! Stop it would you!' She voices out loud starring down at her tummy with a frown.
A white lady passing by in nice Jean shorts stares at her like she's gone crazy.
Tasha forces a smile and starts to rub her tummy whilst fighting back the tears in her eyes.
She looks beside her to see if Engr Kabar's body guard standing few yards noticed what just happened but he's standing like a piece of wood only moving his head, observing the entire landscape.
'I wish I don't have to sleep in that suite with him ever! I pray he never gets out from his meeting today, alive!' She curses within her and wraps herself fully with her floral silk cloak, gazing far, in the direction of the ocean with a frown.
***
At the National Army Camp.
Ovie could barely concentrate during the morning drills in the vast army field. He watches as other soldiers train, some doing press ups, others climbing up thick ropes.
Dayo observes his mood and hops to meet him amidst the mass of soldiers training in their uniforms. His feet trampling down the helpless grasses as he approaches and he hits Ovie from behind with a loud THUD!
'Hey man, what's up today? You're feeling home sick?'
Ovie lifts his weak eyes to focus on his sweaty dark face while he's still panting heavily.
'You don't want to be humiliated by General Ataxia today bah? What's up? Thought you and Tasha are good now!'
Ovie bends his head and continues stretching.
'Talk to me man! Before I blow your Forken Brains out! You Moron!'
'You son of a Bitch!' Ovie replies him still stretching himself; his feet set firmly wide apart on the field in his thick black boots and he's bending side to side backwards.
'Can't a man live in peace!' Ovie fires at him.
Ahmed, a lanky and taller solider exercising next to them, chips in.
'Can a soilder ever have peace!'
And they laugh at Ovie while Ovie stops.
' See These mad men o! You can proceed with your nonsense talk of no peace! Talking like bloody kengezes!'
'Why wallow in the quagmire of pain! Isn't this what we're trained to accept!' Ahmed fires at him.
'Don't worry yourself man, over Ovie! We'll wash him off his mood later; with enough beer!' Dayo jerks with laughter.
They both laugh at him again and he ignores them as His mind is still hovering around Tasha,
'What could have happened to Tasha that her phone is switched off for ages now?'
He keeps thinking.
















EPISODE 8

The Napkins on the hotel table remain untouched while their conversations continue in loud tones.
'Tell me why did you settle for Tasha? Don't tell me it's just because she's pretty! I already know you have a knack for beautiful models!' Chief Eze speaks right after he drops his emptied wine glass on the silver pan on the table.
Engr Kabar chokes with laughter.
'Tasha was an enthralling model I found irresistible and besides before she's taken by other moguls in the industry, I had to make sure she's mine! She's smart and beautiful. Just the perfect genes I want to see in my son!'
' I was thinking Thelma would be your last bus stop but you went ahead of me. Now I'm lagging behind! I feel cheated!'
Chief Eze joins in, laughing.
Engr Kabar continues laughing and signals his body guard standing next to him to come closer. He whispers in his ears and he trails off immediately, trying to avoid running into other customers trooping into the other section of the hotel.
'I need him to get what I promised to give you. He'll be back anytime soon' Engr Kabar informs him.
'Ok no problem. Let's continue talking business!' Chief Eze continues.
***
Back at the hotel suite.
Tasha is alone, sitting on the thick white blankets of the massive hotel suite. The lamp holder on the table shields the bulb's yellow light next to the gigantic bed.
As she swipes through the glossy pages of the American Woman's magazine, her eyes become glassy with tears, staring at a stunning model in ripped jeans, crisp white blazers and red heels.
'I should be modelling now! But I wanted more. I wanted luxury and plenty money. Not prison. Maybe this is my own package' she sighs.
'Was I wrong to want the good stuff?' She soliloquizes as she flips to the next page and sights another model in a curvaceous red dress. She lifts her face and stares straight at the large framed mirror on the wall opposite her.
'Why did I ever meet Engr Kabar? Why did our paths even cross? Is this what baby mamas suffer? They never show these parts on social media or even in the movies! Else, I won't have dived into this shit! She sighs and shifts her gaze to the glass balcony doors.
'If Haija should see me now, she’ll definitely laugh me to scorn and I know Ovie... Oh gosh! Why did you send me an angel for a husband and not make him wealthy as well! Shay you're seeing how I'm suffering, going out of my way to nurse another man's child in my womb, just because of money!' She sighs and flings the magazine to the fluffy rug next to the bed.
The bell RINGS.
'Room service!'
'Coming!'
She's knots her white silk robe firmly to the side, slips her feet into the white cloth slippers and heads for the door.
The young dark waiter with curly natural hair packed up in two buns, rolls in the afternoon meal she has ordered to the side and hands her over the bill so she could sign.
'Thank you'. Tasha says as she scribbles her signature and hands her over the bill slip.
'My pleasure!' the Waiter smiles.
'You seem quite young to be working in a hotel, don't you school?' Tasha asks disturbed.
'I do but I need the money to pay myself through school!' She replies in a nice sonorous voice.
'That's impressive! Keep it up!'
'Thanks ma!'
' I also school but I'm here on vacation!'
'Ok ma! I'll have to run along now!'
'Sure, you can. Do keep being good! '
'Thanks ma!'
Tasha shuts the door behind her before the thought strikes her.
'What if she could borrow her mobile phone to reach to Ovie? But what would she say happened to her when she calls him?'











EPISODE 9

Outside the Off-campus quarters, the hibiscus flowers on the lawns dance as the cozy evening breeze caresses them.

Some students in groups are breezing out of the off - camp quaters into school while others are streaming into the off-camp quarters.

On the student room table inside, Hajia is marking out straight lines with the aid of her ruler on her T.D board before she hears a barrage of knocks on her door.

'Haija it's me, Ovie. Please open up!'

Hajia's face goes sour and she sighs.

'Why is he disturbing my peace now, shay he refused to take my calls before and now he's knocking on my door like it's the door of life' she soloquizes and grudgingly drags herself to the door.


'Have you seen Tasha?' Ovie comes in panting once she opens the door.

'No!' She replies harshly.

'What do you mean by No!', Ovie adjusts his glasses a little more on his face starring at her in disbelief.

'Ah! Is there any other definition for No! Tell me. Maybe I don't know!'  Hajia rolls her eyes, her hands still clinging to the door knob and her gaze starring in the direction of her T.D board.

'Cut that out! I mean you're Tasha's roomate now!' Ovie stares at her startled by her attitude.

Hajia turns sharply and leaves the door knob to face him squarely, gesticulating with her arms.

'Eh eh, Was her roommate! No longer! I called you severally to tell you but you weren't taking my calls!'

A confused look flash on Ovie's face.

'I don't understand! I returned it few days ago and even till now I kept calling you and you haven't replied!' Ovie complains.

'Exams are coming up next week and I need to concentrate! I'm tired of having you and Tasha bother me!'

'Oh! We now bother you? I'm sorry. I only wanted to know if you know where Tasha is Or if she has been kidnapped because I have search everywhere for her? Her phone is even switched off!'

'Kidnapped! ' Hajia repeats and claps her hands together then laughs briefly.

'I don't think so! Tasha is not kidnapped Please leave my room let me concentrate!'

Ovie's eyes goes wide open.

'Hajia what do you know? Is Tasha cheating on me?'

'Did I say anything like that? Please just go and find your Tasha and don't involve me!'

'It's strange that you are acting this way!  Haija please take me to where she is!'

'Maybe I need to carry placard now! I say go oh!' Hajia yells and leaves him standing at the door that's wide open and goes back to her T.D board, picks up her pencil and starts drawing again.

Ovie stands dumbstruck watching her resume her drawing.  He gets a grip of himself, shakes his head and with a frown steps out, BANGING the door behind him!

'Rubbish!' Hajia utters and erases some of her lines, furiously.