The Morning After 6

the morning after

Ogba, Lagos.


Funmi tapped the end button as she felt her phone vibrate signalling a call. She didn’t have to look to see who it was to know that it was Bode calling. She switched her phone to silent mode as she expected a repeat call and true to her expectation and less than twenty seconds later, the backlight of her phone blinked repeatedly to signal a call.

She picked her phone up and looked at the screen just to confirm her suspicions of who the caller is, she was right. It was Bode.

She put away both of her phones but not before placing the second phone on silent mode too, as she was sure he would call her other line if she still refused picking his call.

Why was he calling? What was he calling to say? These were the questions that raced on the lanes of her mind. He obviously didn’t expect her to reply his text and even if he did, she was sure he did not envisage the nature of the reply that he got.

She smiled.

It felt strange at first to feel a smile cover her face after almost a month of pain. And then to think that she, ‘Funmilola Badejo’ would contemplate suicide was unbelievable. She remembered burying her head deep into the pillow, she remembered the increasing dullness of her brain that characterised the gradual fading to nothingness by suffocation until her mum’s voice snapped her out from her hypnosis. She had come to tell her that she was going out, but more than that, she had saved her life by that timely interruption.

‘Funmi!’ Jumoke had screamed on hearing the account of her attempted suicide. Her voice rich with a blend of shock and pain, ‘you want to leave me without a sister?’ She asked in a tone that exposed her hurt.

She could feel her elder sister’s voice quivering over the phone. It had that tremor to it that usually preceded crying. She had seen Jumoke cry only twice. The first was when grandma died and the reason for the second she never got to know. She only realised that Jumoke stopped sneaking her out to see Ebuka after that day. Definitely Jumoke wasn’t about to cry again, unlike her, Jumoke wasn’t into crying. ‘What in the world would I have told Jason happened to his aunty? Who will be aunty to this one I have in my tummy? Who will I boast to my friends about?’ She was on a roll asking questions that had no answers and her voice was breaking with every word, ‘You are a fighter Funmi, not a quitter. You can’t let an incident or an animal make me lose you.’ Jumoke said in a voice choking with emotions. She finally broke down in heart wrenching sobs, clearly overwhelmed with pain. She was devastated.

‘I’m sorry,’ was all she could say as she listened to her sister’s painful sobs over the phone. It dawned on her that she had been selfish not to have thought of her family, those that genuinely cared for her before cowardly trying to kill herself.

The next thirty minutes on phone with Jumoke changed everything. Crying together like only sisters can, made her realise she was not alone. The situation was not as bad and scary like she thought and she definitely was not weak. As Jumoke kept on saying ‘You’re Funmilola Badejo, you’re not a quitter,’ she felt a bust of strength well up in her.

By the time the call was over, she had become a new person. Jumoke had even offered to travel down from London but she had stopped her, it was not too safe to fly at this stage of her pregnancy, besides she was sure she could handle the matter herself moving forward – she had been reinvigorated. This was not the old weak Funmi, ‘this Funmi is a fighter,’ she said under her breath. A plan had been set up by the two sisters and Bode was going to get a run for his money.

She had just found a Violence Against Women (VAW) centre on the internet that was at Ojodu when she received the text from Bode, you made a big mistake by not coming to the party yesterday, it was your chance for a truce. I’ll send you the link when the video is published, you’re about to get famous. It was a wrong time for the text to have come in as she was in her warrior mood and with a clear head and a calm state, she had typed her reply. And when the text returned a message not sent report because the phone had no units in it, she had patiently typed a repeat message on her other line and sent it with her name signed at the end of the text.

She could still feel the smile playing around her lips, she had cried for too long, she had no regrets letting the smile continue. She switched off the light with the bed switch and welcomed the darkness to her room. She couldn’t wait for Monday, to begin her quest for justice. ‘I’m Funmilola Badejo,’ she whispered to herself in the darkness, ‘and I’m a warrior.’

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SATURDAY, MARCH 8th, 2014.

Magodo, Lagos.


Bode looked at his phone in horror as the call returned with a Number busy response. He tried again, but this time there was no response as the call rang out. The number wasn’t her regular number but he didn’t need a prophet to tell him that the text was from Funmi, after all she signed out with her name.

Where did her boldness come from?

He was clearly agitated as he tapped his feet on the ground uncontrollably. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he felt an urgent need to pee.

He looked up at the air-conditioning unit to check that it was still working, and surprisingly the green light that shows that it is, was on. He got up and made for the toilet, gritting his teeth as he did.

He hadn’t seen this coming at all. The tables looked to have been turned against him in this one. Whoever went to court for rape? Didn’t they say stigmatisation and shame stopped girls from reporting rape cases? So why now? Why in his case?

Dunni was the key to stopping this mess before it got any messier. ‘Bode, calm down,’ he muttered, trying to re-assure himself, sucking up air in a bid to relax. He hated himself for being so lily livered. She had sent him just one text and all his organs were already working on overdrive. He searched out Dunni’s number on his phone but decided against it, seeing that it was already too late and besides, he didn’t think he could trust himself talking in this condition. Thank God Funmi did not even pick her call earlier, this was the wrong time to appear rattled. That would extinguish every form or hope of leverage he possessed in this fight. Like Kasparov in a chess game, he was determined to outwit that nitwit by the name of Funmi.

He slipped into the bed after reducing the temperature on the air-conditioning unit some more, bringing the needed cool back into the room. He needed some soothing music to relax his mind and make his brain function properly. He picked up the remote for his home theatre system which was already playing but which was merely audible as he had earlier reduced the volume when he was trying to make a call to Funmi. He tried increasing the volume but just like yesterday, the control wasn’t responding. He tapped the remote control against his palm and miraculously the home theatre system responded as he could hear Fela loud and clear. He would have to change the batteries of the remote control tomorrow as he didn’t like this tapping technique at all. He pressed the buttons to skip the song, he wanted some classical tunes to prepare his mind for this impending war, it was time to listen to Yanni, but Fela stubbornly refused to stop singing. He tapped the remote control against his palm and tried again but the home theatre didn’t respond this time. The batteries were finally gone.

Confusion break-ee bone-ee yepa…Confusion break-ee bone-ee yepa

‘Damn!’ He cursed, ‘this is indeed soothing.’ How come Fela is preaching confusion at the exact moment, he wanted clarity of mind? If he was not so tired he would have gone to put off the music. He took his pillow and covered his head trying to muff the sound but the music seeped through. Double wahala for dead-ee body and the owner of dead-ee body, as the music played, all he could hear was Double wahala for dead-ee bode and the owner of dead-ee bode, he sprung out of the bed and made for the home theatre, the music was driving him nuts.

So even Fela now wants him dead. He tapped the ‘off’ button, silencing the home theatre but as he made his way back to his bed, he realised that the music was still playing in his head, Double wahala for dead-ee bode and the owner of dead-ee bode. It was going to be a really long night.

35 thoughts on “The Morning After 6” by Dee's hive (@dees-hive)

  1. I fell in love with your characters, I hope the c

    1. @innoalifa thanks so much for the comments…I’ll pass the message to the characters that you love them, its just that i don’t think Funmi’s in the right state of mind for love now..*laffing* thanks again

  2. love it, but too short na!!!

    1. @oremeyi thanks for stopping by…to think that i av even mentioned u again *smiles* shows i always look out for your comments. have a great day

  3. cant wait to see him cry

  4. Yes! Love her stand.

    1. @Nalongo thanks for being a consistent contributor…your comments make the juices flow. have a great day.

  5. and its finally out…The Morning After 7 (TMA7) @Afronuts @funpen @whistlingbeautiful @oremeyi @aniefiokitong @bunmiril @Samoluexpress @namdi @mcsnol @olajumoke @jofiak @schatzilein and do feel free to drop comments. thanks

    1. Yippeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

  6. Just one message and he is already shaken…agbaya…..

    1. shebi? @schatzilein … nice to have you back. your comments are appreciated.

  7. Hehehe. Double wahala indeed. I like the way you portray your characters. I was acting out the story in my head while reading. Good job.

  8. O wow, my comment was on facebook mistakenly.

    1. @funpen always nice to have your thots … thanks for taking the pains to re-comment *smiles*. thanks for stopping by.

      1. @funpen just saw your fb comment…of course you know what she wrote in her reply…this is a crossing between 5&6 and this is the part where she goes …You made a big mistake by making a video of how you raped me…. shei you get..

  9. @mcsnol …and i ike the way your comments ginger me to getting better. thanks for stopping by.

  10. I’m enjoying the ride.
    Pardon me for saying but this wasn’t as thrilling as the others. I think they both spent too much time ‘thinking’ and the first part was longer than necessary but I know you too well, the next episode is going to be jam-packed with drama and suspense. Still enjoying the ride.
    I like the sister’s name……
    Well done.

    1. @olajumoke thanks for your comments…this eps was always going to be hard as i had to put some perspective to the story…but i tried to find a way to bribe every one of my readers…for you? i knew the name trick would work *smiles* i appreciate your stopping by

  11. Great Consistency and ingenious suspense in the story plot

    1. I also don’t buy in with others critique on this episode as it follows the previous and is narrated beautifully.

      1. @SamoluExpress you have shown as much consistency in following up and commenting…i couldn’t just deliver less. i’m glad you like it and i appreciate your presence in the ride.

  12. The name bribe worked… Thank you.
    And thanks for considering the feedback.
    However, I didn’t mention in my comment that I actually like the chunky narratives (that is not a problem at all. I pack in paragraphs of narratives like this into my work to help people connect with the characters. I’m working on it!)
    You have got the narrative thing honed and it will come in handy for novel writing. You just needed to trim this down a teeny weeny bit, some of the sentences were telling us things we already know.
    All in all, I think you are doing well with your series. Really well. Commenting is easy, serial writing is not easy with all the trimming, cutting and rewriting.
    Well done Dee.
    Thanks for keeping us in suspense.

    1. @olajumoke thanks again…like i’d always say…your feedbacks are very much appreciated. the ride is easier with you on it. have a great day.

    2. @olajumoke has made some valid points there! Please take note!

      1. @Afronuts all comments are noted and put to good use…dont want to ever get caught PANTS DOWN…*smiles* (nice piece that). thanks for stopping by

  13. I like how this part went…especially the part with Bode where the karma of guilty conscience and impending doom is creatively reflected in a home theatre playing music he doesn’t want to listen to…and the way it echoed through his mind despite the music being eventually switched off.

    As for the part of the convo between the two sisters, I would have suggested that it made more sense if they were meeting in person rather than on phone but since the sister is abroad, then it still worked. Also, be careful that you don’t exaggerate the emotional state of their convo too much.

    For the line where she says – ‘I’m Funmilola Badejo and I’m a warrior.’ – I think ‘….and I’m a fighter’ would have worked better. Warrior is kind of too lofty for the point being made.

    Keep up the good work

    1. thanks @Afronuts i’m eating up every comment to get better. the trend ofthe narration actually had the ‘fighter’ tag…i wonder why Funmi chose “warrior” at the end of the day *smiles* … your comments actually make the story better. i appreciate every bit of observation made.

  14. Well, @afronuts gets nutty sometimes jare. We don’t all have the same style of writing; I’m a warrior might mean I fight to win, that I like. A fighter just means I want to try and do this even if I don’t believe in my own strength. My two kobos though.

    Well done ojare. U gbiyanju gan.

    1. hmmn @Tai Advanced Dictionary *winks* …liking your interpretations. thanks for stopping by.

  15. I love this,interesting and funny as well,keep it up.

    1. @aniefiokitong its nice to have you back…been a while. thanks for stopping by

  16. Ah, Fela – just the person for Bode the rat. ;)
    I enjoyed the ‘big sister’ hype session and i’m so glad she (Funmi) snapped out of mode morose. I feel her sister’s response was rather dramatic though but, #shrug. At least it worked.
    Good one – as usual. @dees-hive

    1. @kwiksie … thanks for stopping by and dropping your tots…great feedback and its really do appreciated *winks*

  17. wow! its getting more interesting. but I don’t expect someone like bode to be jittery at this time.

    1. @shovey methinks so too…Bode..jittery? i’m sure the next episode would clear that

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