TILL YOU TELL #TYT

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Seun Coker stared back at the gigantic mirror staring at him. Grace had insisted she wanted it this way, a mirror covering a whole side of the wall facing the bed. The room was built in a gigantic space which has a separate dressing, walk-in closet, terrace garden, balcony, and a private steam bath. It was painted in an expensive white color which was complemented by thick gray curtains. The floor was covered with a soft black rug giving the room an exquisite and royal look. This villa he shared with his dear wife! Initially, Seun thought it unnecessary as the mirror was just so gigantic. Well, the room is really big so that explains the gigantic mirror facing the king-sized bed. He would lie on this bed cuddled up with Grace after a hot session staring at each other’s reflections covered in sweat, naked and spent. They would often make silly jokes and naughty moves, giving in to more pleasures. Grace gave herself to him completely. All of her. She most times wore long hair, cornrows or weaves he would stroke his fingers through it especially when she’s on her natural hair. He wished she wore them natural but a woman always want to go all fancy he could trade all her Waneeka, House of Tara and a host of those numerous hair extensions for her natural hair which complimented her fair skin. He knew his babe was a good gal with a very bad gal vibe and he loved every bit of it. Being an adventurous person that’s given to wild and exquisite pleasure, Grace was one hella match for his fantasies. And she’s a lover of God. Seun thought about many times he had tried to understand how a social and exquisite fashionable chick like Grace could live a good Christian life and still maintain the social vibe but she did it with no stress like she was born to live the life. Seun wasn’t so much of a devoted Christian and wouldn’t involve himself  deeply in Grace’s christian lifestyle but he was a supportive husband. He knew his contribution to Grace’s charity organization excited her so he would gave huge sum of money to make her happy. Grace had some reservations about his christian life but Seun was a decent man and their differences could be managed. In all, She was peace. His peace.

“Grace…” he groaned.

He turned to the other side of the cold bed, at this point he was already coming to the realization that his wife wasn’t there anymore. A tear dropped down the corner of his eyes “I miss you babe”

“Why do you have to die? Who killed you? what killed you? How was it even possible?”

His mother had said “olojo lomu lo”

What does that even mean! How can death just wish to take my wife away! She was a nice girl unable to harm a fly. Why her?

He knew someone was with her that fateful day. Mrs Peter’s niece confirmed she’d seen her go into the house with a man but doesn’t know who the man was. This had happened at their house in Abuja. Grace was supposed to attend a UN organised seminar and also clear some ordered goods for her store for the next two weeks. Five days after she left he got a call that his wife was found dead in the bedroom of their house. According to the doctor she had a traumatic brain injury from the fall which led to her death.

“I have a strong feeling that someone was there with her. Soda on the dinning Oh God my head…where’s my pill?” He opened the bedside drawer and brought out an empty drug container. “fuck!” He picked up his phone and texted Odanz to pick up his pill the next day. He stood up and went downstairs to his study. He unlocked the door and switched on the light. There was a large mahogany table in the centre which took most part of the room, he walked behind it and pulled out the black seat. He found a pack of dope in his drawer rolled a joint and poured himself a glass of bacardi. His mind was filled with sweet memories of Grace of the wall facing the be. The room was built in a gigantic space which has a separate dressing, walk-in closet, terrace garden, balcony, and a private steam bath. It was painted in an expensive white color which was complemented by thick gray curtains. The floor was covered with a soft black rug giving the room an exquisite and royal look. This villa he shared with his dear wife! Initially, Seun thought it unnecessary as the mirror was just so gigantic. Well, the room is really big so that explains the gigantic mirror facing the king-sized bed. He would lie on this bed cuddled up with Grace after a hot session staring at each other’s reflections covered in sweat, naked and spent. They would often make silly jokes and naughty moves, giving in to more pleasures. Grace gave herself to him completely. All of her. She most times wore long hair, cornrows or weaves he would stroke his fingers through it especially when she’s on her natural hair. He wished she wore them natural but a woman always want to go all fancy he could trade all her Waneeka, House of Tara and a host of those numerous hair extensions for her natural hair which complimented her fair skin. He knew his babe was a good gal with a very bad gal vibe and he loved every bit of it. Being an adventurous person that’s given to wild and exquisite pleasure, Grace was one hella match for his fantasies. And she’s a lover of God. Seun thought about many times he had tried to understand how a social and exquisite fashionable chick like Grace could live a good Christian life and still maintain the social vibe but she did it with no stress like she was born to live the life. Seun wasn’t so much of a devoted Christian and wouldn’t involve himself i deeply in Grace’s christian lifestyle but he was a supportive husband. He knew his contribution to Grace’s charity organization excited her so he would gave huge sum of money to make her happy. Grace had some reservations about his christian life but Seun was a decent man and their differences could be managed. In all, She was peace. His peace. “Grace…” he groaned. He turned to the other side of the cold bed, at this point he was already getting used to the realization that his wife wasn’t there anymore. A tear dropped down the corner of his eyes “I miss you babe” “Why do you have to die? Who killed you? what killed you? How was it even possible? His mother had said “olojo lomu lo” “What does that even mean! How can death just wish to take my wife away! She was a nice girl unable to harm a fly. Why her?” He knew someone was with her that fateful day. Mrs Peter’s niece confirmed she’d seen her go into the house with a man but doesn’t know who the man was. This had happened at their house in Abuja. Grace was supposed to attend a UN organised seminar and also clear some ordered goods for her store for the next two weeks. Five days after she left he got a call that his wife was found dead in the bedroom of their house. According to the doctor she had a traumatic brain injury from the fall which led to her death. “I have a strong feeling that someone was there with her. Soda on the dinning Oh God my head…where’s my pill?” He opened the bedside drawer and brought out an empty drug container. “fuck!” He picked up his phone and texted Odanz to pick up his pill the next day. He stood up and went downstairs to his study. He unlocked the door and switched on the light. There was a large mahogany table in the centre which took most part of the room, he walked behind it and pulled out the black seat. He found a pack of dope in his drawer rolled a joint and poured himself a glass of bacardi. His mind was filled with sweet memories of Grace

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  1. So I decided to face my fear and put something out. I hope I didn’t do so bad.. I’m a new writer guys. Your comments and likes are all welcome. Thank youuuuuu.
    ps: #tyt is a series and I hope you’ll follow the story
    thank you 😘
    love you 💕

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