The Pink Diary. Episode 1

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“Hip! Hip! Hip!”

“Hurray” Adesewa’s family and apprentices responded.

Adesewa’s 30th birthday cake was lit with candles. Her ever smiling sister, Adetoro grinned from ear to ear as she brought the cake into the room. Mr. & Mrs. Williams were so excited that they prayed and blessed her. She rolled out of bed, took pictures with her cake, made a wish and blew the candles. She had worked tirelessly the previous night because several clients wanted their clothes for the Christmas holidays. Her apprentices, Chidera and Amaka had to sleep over at her parent’s. As she was about to cut her cake, Grandma entered her white painted room which was just across the hallway in the duplex.

“Adaniwaye o gbagbe enikan, aimasiko lo ndaamu eda. At God’s own time He will complete all that concerns you.” Her grandma said and blessed her. Adesewa was Grandma’s favorite granddaughter but she had never shown partiality to the Williams daughters since she started living with them twenty years ago. She had seen the two girls grow up and graduate from the university.

After graduation from University of Ibadan where she studied Mathematics, Adesewa started Diva Lounge, a fashion house, which has since grown and become popular. She learnt tailoring and designing during the holidays while in the university. Her parents were supportive of her decision and provided her with all she needed to start her business. In a few weeks, she will be celebrating ten years of Diva Lounge and preparations had been in full gear.

Barrister and Mrs. Williams family was a small but loving one; they loved God and spent family time together often. Their regular yearly vacation has been missed only once since the children’s graduation.

“My girls are now busy bees, I understand. Your mother and I will go alone.” Barrister Williams told his daughters after they both planned how to break the news to their parents.

Adesewa set out to work for the day, her office was not far from their Ilupeju’s residence. She got dressed in a gown she had sewn but had not worn a few months ago and Adetoro was eager to do her makeup.

“You look yummy sister Sewa. Your clients will love your look.”

Her apprentices got ready and in a few minutes, she was on her way to work with her girls.

“You girls should remind me about the design I said I want to do for Honorable Kofoworola when we get to the store and Amaka, you’ll get me the purple guipure lace. Tell the secretary at the showroom to be ready with the records by 1pm.” She told the girls as she drove to work in her Toyota Corolla.

Her staff loved her because she was very friendly and easygoing. Chidera had thought her too soft until she realized she knew how to balance work and play.

The tailoring shop was downstairs and the showroom was upstairs with Diva Lounge signage boldly written in purple and yellow.
As she entered the building, the staff members rose up to sing her a happy birthday song and they presented their gift to her.

She was so surprised her staff went out of their way to buy her the latest sewing machine. It was indeed her best birthday ever. The spacious room was painted lilac and white with several model pictures and design posters on the wall. The room was cool and Pray for me by Darey was playing in the background. She ordered lunch for them and they took pictures while working and joking.

The customers that came to pick their wears certainly did not have to be told there was something happening. She was surprised when the secretary called her to come to the showroom because Mrs. Shokoya wanted to see her.

“Hi ore mi. Happy birthday to you.” She said as they hugged and exchanged pleasantries, they had graduated from university together and she has been sewing with Adesewa since then. They chatted away until her phone rang, it was the third time Segun was calling her that day.

“Hello birthday Orente.”

“Boo of life”

“I just wanted to check up on you and see if your day is going well.”

“I’m fine my darling, Bimpe stopped bye to say happy birthday. She says hello to you.”

“Regards to her. I’ll talk to you later.”

Adesewa and her friend concluded their discussion and she was on her way out.

“Hope preparation for the wedding is going well. Let me know if you need anything.”

“I will ore, thanks for dropping by too, I really appreciate. Regards to your husband. ” 

She left work by 7pm and drove home. She had her bath and got dressed in the peach wrap dress he had bought her, it accentuated her apple shape, wore silver earrings and her black stiletto; although she was 5’9 inches, Sewa never joked with her heels. She let her hair fall. She usually intimidated Toro with her long black hair and she knew how to style it well.

Segun had proposed to her six months ago at work. He was so excited that the Shakespeare part of him took over. Sewa never thought, Segun, the architect now photographer could become a poet in the blink of an eye.

“I love you the same way I learned to ride a bike; scared but reckless. I promise to respect, admire, and appreciate you for who you are, as well as for the person you wish to become. I promise to be there for you when you need me, whenever you need me. I promise to persevere when times get tough, knowing that any challenges we might face, we will conquer them together. Will you marry me?”

She only remembered she saw the sapphire ring on her finger, she was very surprised on how he had planned with her staff and family.

At the dinner, they ate and talked. They were friends before becoming lovers, which was obvious in their daily lives. They were inseparable. She went straight into her room and hit her bed, as she was about to sleep deeply, she heard a knock at her door.

“Who’s there?”

“Daisy”

“Daisy who?”

“Daisy me rolling.”

“Toro, just enter and stop disturbing me.” She said laughing.

They talked about her day before grandma came to her room with a gift rapped.

“Adesewa, someone delivered this to the house earlier today, and I signed.”

She wondered who it was because it was signed, Your Secret Admirer.

To be continued…

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  1. Well written, well done.
    You succeeded in teaching me patience (Job’s type) with ALMOST A BRIDE, as I kept salivating for the next episode week after week.
    I hope I wouldn’t have to learn that again!
    More grace and power.

  2. Whao…… Nice one pero you doing a good job…. Did not follow almost a bride but this one I would surely keep tab on…. Proud of you dearie

  3. reading this be creating some imaginary sturvs in my head….wish there was a background song to follow the suspense tho. nice write up. patiently waiting for the next episode

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