Davetula Konsult

DIARY OF A SCARLET WOMAN EPISODE 13 I cried my eyes out when I got that text from Stanley. It’s true we hadn't been in talking terms since I returned to Enugu and I had been ignoring his calls and BBM messages. I needed some time to cool off and forget that ugly incident.  A lot had happened in my life ever since I met him, so I wanted to take a break, but not this; break up? After everything I had been through because of him? I called nma on the phone to complain to her and begged her to talk to Andrew to intercede on my behalf. I still loved Stanley. He was my first love and in as much I was angry at him, I couldn’t stop loving him. I also tried to reach Stanley but all his phone lines were switched off.  I cried my eyes out that day and slept off. I refused eating and my attitude at home sulked.  My grandma was out of town, I am sure she would have seen through me.  I didn’t deserve all these, I wanted him to be patient with me, to stand by me through...

DIARY OF SCARLET WOMAN EPISODE 12: “I don’t think I can continue this relationship anymore. I pray you find someone better…” that was the text I got from Stanley barely 3weeks after I had an abortion.  Well let me rewind a little bit... After our weekend/holiday groove, we returned to school via flight on the Tuesday. It was an afternoon flight. Everything went on well until 4weeks later when I missed my monthly visitor.  I panicked.  I had been tutored by my midwife granny to always mark my menstrual cycle dates accurately. I was perturbed after 4days from my due date, I still hadn't seen it. I confided in my roommate, nma, about my suspicion and fear. We agreed to get a pregnancy test strip to confirm. My fears were finally confirmed…double line on the 1st, 2nd and 3rd test-strip. I fell in nma’s arms crying. Annie later came around and I informed her of my predicament. She felt pity for me. “But Sharon why? Didn’t you take porstinor-2 or any drug after ...

DIARY OF A SCARLET WOMAN EPISODE 11: I prepared boiled yam and egg sauce for everyone. We were enjoying the meal when Stanley walked in. it was past 8pm. “Hello peeps” he greeted everyone and came close to me. “Hi darling. Did you miss me?” he asked while handing me a gift bag.  I clearly wasn’t interested in his pleasantries. I stood up and made my way to the kitchen. He followed suit. He held me from behind as soon as we got into the kitchen. “I am sorry dear. I was with some of my friends. I went to hang out with them and I didn’t hear my phone ring because of the loud noise at the lounge where we sat. I should have informed you earlier and I am sorry.” He finally said now facing me and looking at my moody face. He tried to tickle me and flattered me with some sweet names. I finally caved in. At least he has apologized and with a gift. I opened the bag and I saw a lovely wristwatch. It was beautiful. I hugged him and planted a soft kiss on his lips. “I hope you love i...

DIARY OF A SCARLET WOMAN EPISODE 10 I woke up with a banging headache.  I could feel my brains pounding. Hangover! I struggled to get out of bed.  I opened my eyes and it was already past 11am.  Damn!  I must have slept my brains out...who wouldn't? After sleeping by almost 5am a night before.  I was still trying to grasp the reality of the day when I heard a knock on the door. I was too weak to ask who it was but after a few seconds, the door was opened.  It was Stanley, walking in with a tray of invisible items.  I couldn't see the contents from where I was lying and i couldn't even open my eyes clearly. "Good morning my angel" he greeted. "I hope you slept well?" He continued. I just simply nodded in affirmation.  He smiled and came close to the bed and sat down. He brought a hot sweet smelling cup of tea and toast bread and some baked beans on the side. He looked at me and smiled.  "Baby I made this for you. I am...

DIARY OF A SCARLET WOMAN EPISODE 9: We got to the house before 3:50am. The road was clear as few cars plied the road. We still blasted some music on our way home. I felt a new kind of energy. I wasn’t really tired but the club house became stuffy and the air became hot. I tried cheering Annie up on our way home. She finally brightened up and opened up on her attraction to the man made her want to stay more.  I was surprised. Ah Annie! I thought you have a boyfriend” I exclaimed. She gave me a nudge. “So? Somebody cannot like someone else again?” she threw back at me. Well it’s her life I concluded. She was clearly happy and from what I could deduce, she is attracted to older men. Chidinma was half asleep when we got to the house. Andrew had to hold her as we entered the house. He took her to her room and tucked her in to sleep. Anita entered her room, same with Andrew and Stanley and I was left in the sitting room. I took off my shoes and felt so good...…that relief...

If I were a woman, I would be a slay queen When I walk, I will tremble. I will fix my nails and scatter my fingers. I will paint them in crazy colours. I will learn how to flick my eyelids. And how to roll my eyes. I will pout my lips in church. I will  take pictures with my mouth half open, like our former petroleum minister. I will wear tight dresses. If I catch them looking, I will scowl. I will teach my temper how to be brittle and inflammable .It’s   all part of being hot. I will learn modern gestures.   I will learn how to hiss with my eyes rather than my mouth. I have to make them believe there is more to me. I will never be seen with a bag without an eloquent label. I will suck up only to the high and mighty. And I will trample on the lowly. That’s class.   I will treat luxury like it’s routine. That’s how to belong. I will let my selection of phones leave a message. I will stay away from every prospect of humiliation. On my Instagram page, I w...

DIARY OF A SCARLET WOMAN EPISODE 8 “Love who you love because life isn’t guaranteed. You've got to get up and make a move...The world won’t see you until you do”… Yes I want to love and be loved and also see the world. We left the house at few minutes past 2pm. The boys got ready much earlier whilst the ladies had to take their time to look good. He picked his father’s Mercedes Benz G-wagon, black in color. The car spoke of class. The interiors exuded pure quality, the seat made from soft leather. Andrew sat in front while the ladies sat behind. It took me a while before I stopped looking around inside the car. The best I have been in was my father’s cars, a pajero jeep and his Volvo car. Both with fabric seat and stereo radio. Money is good, I said to myself. We blasted some Nigerian jams as we set sail to celebrate Stanley’s day. First we dropped by at Shoprite, picked some drinks and grilled chicken, then we proceeded to Dominos/cold-stone to get some pizza and i...