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Toks arrives in London

Unpredictable as the weather can be in the British Isles, on the day that Mr. Tokunbo Ajayi arrived in London, a torrent of rain greeted his arrival. The sky was overcast. He made his way to his friends house in the outskirts ofthe city. He was met by Titi, the beautiful wife of Bayo. Bayo was still at work, and his wife surrounded by her three little children let him in. She had prepared a small feast for the tired traveller, which he had been unable to partake of being exhausted from the trip, he had had only wanted to lie down and rest for a while. Much later, he awoke to a banging on the door, and Bayo barged in unceremoniously, " You brought the bad weather with you! I swear, it has been sunny and nice here for the past two weeks and it was so hot that I thought I was back in Lagos, and on the same day you arrive it is pouring cats and dogs." His friend laughed, " I don't think you should wish yourself back in Lagos. Lagos is a city of many faces and not all of them are good. " Bayo smiled, " Home is still home, I always say.." " Well, home and home, you have now made London your home, and I promise you, there are many of our country-men who would give an arm or a leg to do the same. you would not recognise Lagos anymore... we have advanced into the digital age of cell phones and internet access. But some things stay the same.." Bayo nodded, " I know, I know, we follow the news closely from here, he said looking up at his wife who had made her way into the room," Although, I am not certain that it makes any difference. We are hopeful, that things are turning around for the better. Now what brings you to London?" And before he could get an answer he continued, " I am so sorry about Toyin and Femi, who would have ever thought that the two of them would put you through such hell?" " yes, yes, Toyin and Femi, it seems like that was all ages ago. Life goes on, my father always said, and no one is indispensable. I am fortunate to still be alive and kicking despite it all. It is not until we encounter suffering that we dsicover the resilience of the human spirit. Infact, I am now about to get engaged to another young lady, who I think fits me just fine." Bayo laughed and his whole body shook , " Now that's my man! Lagos boys don't waste time on heart break. I am happy for you and you deserve the best." And he slapped his friend on the back. " Now you tell me about what you and Titi have planned. I was under the impression that you were well on your way to returning home last time we spoke." " In all seriousness I had contemplated a move back, but I personally feel that the time is not right as of yet. When I get embroiled in the logistics of uprooting the children from their schools, and truth be told, Titi is not too keen as of now." And Titi laughed, " There he goes putiing all the blame on me! I would love to return someday as well, but my whole famnily has relocated to London and I would lose my whole support system all at once. But there are advantages to being at home, for one thing I would have house help."

The graduation at Ife

The days of studying had come to an end. The young and beautiful Yetunde had finished and passed her final exams. As all young ladies who find themselves in the same situation the question becomes:Now what? Rarely does life or love pan out the way we envision. She had hoped that by the time of her graduation there would be solid plans for a wedding. However, over the preceding months she had seen little of Toks.. She had barely spoken to him that it now seemed incongrous that he planned to proceed with any relationship at all. The long nightly conversations had petered out into a trickle of communications mainly by the manner of impersonal text messages. And even these had become fewer and farer between. Although warm, they lacked all fervour, and ardour had been replaced by a demonstrable bored complacency. The matter had come to a full head on the graduation day at Ife. At the last moment he had failed to appear, and had excused himself due to an urgent need to travel abroad. Understandably, this had not gone down well with her. She felt as if the death knells of their relationship were tolling in her room. Nevertheless, Yetunde was a lady of faith and great hope. And so, she had held on to hope, and her faith in God, and with His help she continued to hope against hope. It was the same hope that had kept her going over the preceding months, when she had sat in her room waiting for the phone to ring. She had penned many unsent letters during those idle hours, which in the end she had torn up in frustration, saying that he certainly was undeserving of any letter from her. It was comprehensible that a man must make a living, but any man worth his salt would still communicate with the love his life.. All around she was surrounded by examples of devoted and doting fiances bringing food to their wives to be, and always visiting.