When you lean on my shoulder, I feel like a
When you call me Mother, my heart melt
like wax
You are my pride, Son
You complete my world
You’re a true extension of myself both in
looks and in deeds
I may not have the world riches to give
But surely, you already have my love, my
heart and my life
You will have the peace and love that only
a mother could give.
The comfort only my arms could give
I will give you a reason to appreciate my
To the world, I must say…
I love you, Son.
* * * * * *
She knew the voice was fake, auto tuning
and the rest of the magic the music
producer often did. To her he was lip
She sighed, then she caught sight of Funke
and her ex, Gabriel’s eyes widened as he
took her image in and Funke was terrified
especially when Ness came in with the son
of the IG of police, holding her waist.
She ignored them, no use crying over spilt
milk. It was time to move on.
She felt sad, the guys here were not her
crowd. She felt so uncomfortable, the
music was just refined stink to her,
promises that were bound to fail. She
sighed here friends were singing and
dancing while she began to mope.
The song track title was so common, as if
there were no more titles or names again.
Everything except for her drink was sour.
Stupid ex and stupid best friend, they can
both rot in hell. She decided to take
something stronger.
“A cosmos please.” she said, as she sat on
the bar stool. She took the drink after
ordering a couple more she felt the effect.
Ha! Although she didn’t drink much, but
her stamina was surprising.
She licked her lips, enjoying the tingling
taste. “I’ll take the snap for ladies.” she
said politely.
“And I’ll pay for another drink then.” she
heard a clear baritone voice near her.
She snorted and eyed him, although she
was drunk she knew cocky when she saw
it. She sipped the drink and sighed.
“What do you want?” she asked, alcohol
giving her the boldness to ask as she
crossed her legs and eyed him.
“I want you.” he said nonchalantly.
Sophia scoffed and stood balancing herself
like a graceful ballerina.
“Excuse me, even under this and drugs. I
wouldn’t allow you.” she said angrily.
At that moment, Funke came by and
exchanged pleasantries with the guy hitting
on her.
“Tart, how dare you?” she cried out, as she
lunged at her.
She had almost gotten rid of her blouse
when they called security and she was
dragged out.
She sat outside on the floor, it was cold
and her friends were probably engrossed
there was no one to help her.
She turned as someone tapped her, it was
the man who had offered her a drink, he
motioned for her to stand and she followed
She refused to enter, when he took her to
his car.
“Where are you taking me to?” she asked
as he gestured to her.
“You know you are drunk and you just
attacked someone.” he said, the voice was
vaguely familiar.
“Do I care, she stole my boyfriend.” she
said angrily.
“From your expression, I thought you were
over him.” he said, as he stood beside her.
She eyed him,his cologne was very
seducing. She moved away, before she

“Yes, but who was she to butt in, she…” she
suddenly burst into tears all the insecurities
she buried deep down began to resurrect.
“Stop crying, no one is worth your tears.”
he said, as he held her in his arms.
“I think I’m ugly, that was why he left me.”
she said sobbing, as she began the
narration of her dating history to a total
stranger whom she didn’t know but she felt
relaxed as he patted her hair.
“Sorry about that, I’ve my story to tell and
my legs are aching so why don’t we drive
around in the car.” he said, as he urged her
Sophia felt guilty the guy was nice enough
to hear her sob story, why didn’t she do
the same. She entered reluctantly and
waited until he entered the car.
Nothing prepared her for his story, she felt
so sorry for him, that she didn’t realize they
were making out.
She was jolted out of her state, when she
felt his hands under her dress.
“Stop, please I’ve not done this before.” she
said as she pulled away.
“Okay, sorry I got carried away.” he
withdrew sadly, he scratched his neck and
Sophia was scared, this was not her she
didn’t know what she wanted, maybe she
should…no, she couldn’t sleep with an
ordinary guy who had a good sob story.
But her alcohol induced thoughts got the
better of her. She would never see him
again anyway, what did she have to lose.
Who would want her anyway with her
oversized hips, well she could just seize
the moment and go with it.
She looked at him, as she licked her upper
lips nervously.
“Okay, then would you like to be my first.”
she asked timidly. The guy’s eyes widened
in the darkness.

To be continued


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