Heart Beat Part 2!!

A week had passed and all Daniella had done was eat, drink and sleep. No life! She knew it was ridiculous to remain like that, she had to move on, pay her mum a visit, find out more, know the whole truth and she wasn’t going to accomplish all of these from the apartment. She had enjoyed the laziness, just lobbying in the house but now she had work to do and maybe just two extra days of peace would be sufficient. She strolled to the bathroom to take a needed hot bath. Robin and his search crew have been combing the entire city, searching tirelessly for the past week and they were not ready to give up. Maria had not asked any questions but that did not mean she had given up. She was praying daily. He understood her maybe even more than her husband but that was explainable as he knew all of them too well. Robin had positioned men everywhere possible. With the Estiamo wealth and influence, nothing was impossible especially when Robin was in charge.

After spending an hour bathing and dressing up, she was finally ready to take a stroll. She was dressed in a free top and skinny jeans. She let her nice looking weave down and wore nude make up. Daniella was a moderately tall woman with all the appropriate curves she thought and was light skinned. She did not have overly perfect skin but she was a beautiful woman. Everyone just assumed the beauty was that which ran in the Estiamo family. She examined her features in the full length. She looked at her face thoroughly like a detective searching for evidence.

Everyone said she bore great resemblance with her dad. She had believed at a time. George was a very handsome man, handsome did him no justice. Being aware that George has never been her father, she wondered what the resemblance was about. How could she look like a man that was not her father? Was it the effect of having him around or what? It made completely no sense. She wanted to yell, to let the mad dog out of her beautiful body but she curtailed it. She saw her effort in the mirror in containing her twin. Often times her reflection, her twin, was her best friend. She would stand in front of a mirror and talk all day when she felt like. Daniella was not given the opportunity to make much friends and at a time, she became very sceptical of people. She concluded they all wanted her money or to sell her out and as the heir to the Estiamo Empire, she had to be protected. Now what was that all about? She had no one to talk to and get a proper reply from. She desperately needed that stroll. Picking up her jacket, hat and purse she headed for the door, she would arrange when she returned. Her house was a mess and she did not even want to look back at it one more time or that stroll would be history. She definitely got this from her mum. Maria was a clean freak. Maria would forget she was an Estiamo and do what George termed ‘maid duty.’ She would clean their rooms and every area she wanted to. George would tease but accompany her everywhere and Daniella would be there helping and getting cuddled by her parents. She wanted to hit her head on the wall to drive the memories out. For all she knows, she was adopted. No no no! She was not going to let demons interrupt her peace. A walk was all she needed.

Immediately Daniella stepped out of her house, one of Robin’s men noticed her. They had all been ordered not to approach her but to immediately contact Robin with the address. The men immediately reported to Robin and who in turn called off the search all round. The princess had been found. He went straight to Maria who was on the phone with the family’s attorney, re-emphasising the point that the will could not be read until Daniella was found. No other person but the Board of Directors and other officials were aware of what had transpired in the office. The company was well acquainted with protecting its image and not releasing information to the press. To the world, grief had caused Daniella Estiamo’s absence. They may not be completely wrong. Maria dropped the phone after the conversation, ignorant of Robin’s presence and rubbed her delicate temple back and forth. Robin gave her at least five minutes to get herself together. She eventually slouched into the chair she was now accustomed to, the one closest to the window. She enjoyed gazing at the garden, there her solace laid. She saw memoirs come alive and made her believe all would be well. Just as she was about to drift off, Robin interrupted inwardly laughing at her shocked reaction, he moved forward.

“Ma’am I am afraid …” before he completed the statement she said, “She has not be found, has she? My poor baby”. She held her head like it was about to fall. Robin smiled with mischief. How could he be messing around with a woman who is mourning? She looked up and caught him smiling. Puzzled she was for a couple of seconds before it clicked. She cleared her throat and continued. “Does a mother’s grief amuse you Robin? We shall go for her this evening,” she finished with a smile. He knew her to be an intelligent woman and instinct told him that his smile gave him away and words were not necessary.  He bowed to a woman whose back now faced him with her face to the window staring at the garden with a smile. Her little girl had been found. Gradually, life sipped through her, she has someone to hold onto.

Daniella walked a step at a time. Well she was not in hurry. She had all day and if she could, she would walk it all. She got to her favourite park within the area. She loved swings and luckily every time she was there, the park was never busy. She always kept her dressing simple with a cute hat to cover her face and prayed no one will notice the Estiamo aura. She sat on a swing, brought out her phone, clicked her favourite playlist and blocked her ears with her customised earbuds. Here she was at peace, nothing but her beautiful music. She was singing along with the song playing when a hand touched her. That is weird because she knew no one around here and that was a deliberate act. She raised her head and eyes met with those of Michael Saint Morgan. Well you do not have to ask, the Saint Morgan family is another breed of wealth. Both Estiamos and Saint Morgans are close friends. Daniella and Michael had attended the best and same schools. They always bumped into each other at formal meetings or family gatherings. They both worked at their family’s company. They were the best friends they could be to each other. They both had a lot to do as heirs of the individual family companies. It is a wonder that their parents had not organised an arranged marriage yet. Daniella knew her mother had creepy ideas though. Michael Saint Morgan was another interestingly handsome man. He was the kind that could get a girl’s jaw dropping and remain open till he casually closed the lady’s mouth as a gentleman. Wait a minute! What was he doing here? He was as casually dressed as she was and with a hat she deduced was for the same reason as she had one. How had he recognised her? She got up and removed her earbuds. She looked at him as if searching for signs of something while he patiently stood smiling, that his signature smile.

“What is a Saint Morgan doing in this part of the world?” she asked with a raised eye brow but yet demanding an answer. He smiled again not like the smile ever leaves his face completely and his eyes shone with mischief every time. “Hmm! I am doing what an Estiamo is doing. Running from the world of wealth and stress,” he completed offering her his drink which she accepted. Michael is probably the only one that can poison her because she hopelessly collects everything he has and he does same to her. “Let us walk,” he gestured. They both proceeded to exit the park. He was aware of her father’s death but she did not look like she knew. She was not even at the burial. The Daniella he knew even if she was in grief would be there. “How long have you been in isolation?” He asked as he watched a mother tend to her children outside the park. “Well for a week now. What of you? I never knew you sought solace in places like this,” she replied. “I came in two days ago and I thought I was the weird one but I am completely wrong,” he said jokingly. ‘For a week’, he pondered the possibility of her ignorance but didn’t she receive the information or was she like him? They thought alike and that means her official phones were switched off and she had not been reading the papers.

In this part of the world, they were just Daniella and Michael devoid of the surnames. The feeling was a pleasant one. He decided not to tell her about her dad’s death yet. At least, he could not ruin a day as beautiful as this one. The air smelt and felt good and her company made it better. Her jovial spirit sharpened his and before he knew it, they were joking over everything and teasing each other without mercy. She brought out the best in him and he appreciated it. Apparently the air was working because Daniella felt the same way. She was glad she had run into Michael. He had succeeded in taming the mad dog, caging the fury, pacifying the sadness and giving her pleasure. She took the last sip of the drink he had given her and shot at a waste bin. It entered and she shouted “basket!” He looked at her in amazement. “So the famous Daniella Estiamo is a tout? Amazing!” he teased and she laughed. “I probably have a thousand and one sides you haven’t met so be warned“, she said pointing a finger at him that meant she intended every word she said. He simply laughed and pushed her hands away. “I have warned you,” she jokingly re-emphasised with a practised straight face that made him laugh some more. He never laughed this much if he was not with her. At work and when in the presence of his family, he was expected to be a composed Saint Morgan, heir apparent of Saint Morgan Empire. So annoying!

It was now late and they were tired. They had entered every store they had passed. For the first time, they explored and bought what they considered to be overly cheap. They saw the cheaper version of items they owned and it made them laugh. They both knew that despite the big names, they were simple souls seeking freedom in this part of the world. As usual, whether sophisticated or simple, they looked good together. Most store keepers mistook them for a young married couple. They always laughed but did not correct the notion. Out of mischief, they would always go to the children aisle. Michael would give her soft pecks playing the part of a devoted husband. They charmed every store owner. They bought some baby clothes with the aim of locating the orphanage close by. They eventually found the orphanage and again they played husband and wife. They came in contact with a child who had been abandoned from birth and decided to sponsor her henceforth. They intended to add that to their individual financial plans once they were out of isolation. They registered their names as ‘Mr.  & Mrs. Dickinson’. How the hell did they come up with that name though? They wondered about this as they stepped out of the orphanage. They continued playing as they boarded a bus which took them back to the park. Now they approached the front of her house and could not stop teasing each other about how they had spent their day. Daniella invited him into her apartment but warned ahead of time about the state of affairs the apartment happened to be in. surprisingly, he offered to assist in the arranging. She was so glad she had a partner and a sweet friend. Did she not worry that morning about lack of someone to talk to? Well here was God sent.

to be continued…

Heart Beat Part 1!!

It was a long day, a terribly long day for Daniella Estiamo, daughter of the great George Estiamo. That morning Daniella had gotten into an argument with her father over the appropriate use of funds. George had a way of over spending money on irrelevant things that did not go down well with Daniella. Maria Estiamo, being mother and wife respectively, had warned against the two of them working together as there was bound to be an explosion. They had ignored her counsel but this faithful day shone light on the words of the wise lady.

Lately George had been suffering from great depression and transferred all of that to Daniella that day. “Dad! Please listen to me. I don’t think it is in the best interest of our company…” Daniella did not complete her sentence before George interrupted. “Our company? Our? It is time you know the truth. You are not my daughter! This is not our but my company. I will do what I want with it.” It took him till the end of that statement to realize that he had thrown a secret worth many years out in the most inappropriate manner. Rachel, being George’s personal assistant, had her hand over her mouth in shock while the board members looked at George with faces which read ‘you cannot be serious’. Daniella was dazed. The statement ‘… you are not my daughter…’ was on repeat. She did not feel Rachel hold her or notice the board members shift their gaze to her. ‘I am not an Estiamo’, she pondered.

Suddenly, as if struck by lightning, she looked at her father, took steps closer to him, and looked him in the eyes, searching for something, the truth. It was true, the utterance was true. She saw the regret, the pain, the fear, all present in his eyes. George had a wont of saying mean things when he was angry but never had he done it to his daughter. Daughter? What daughter? Daniella took a few steps back, bowed before her dad, walked out of the board room and raced out of the premises. After a few minutes of silence, George suffered a heart attack. He had caused his only daughter pain. How could he? Maria would kill him.

Unfortunately, George did not make it to the hospital. He died after opening a mystery. “How convenient!” Maria yelled. Maria was losing her mind. What could she do? How would she solve this? How could George go like this? Maria cried bearing in mind Daniella was nowhere to be found as well.

Daniella was at the other side of town in her apartment lying on the floor. She had gone there immediately after the awful encounter and had laid on the floor ever since. What did these all mean? Was Maria her mother too? She felt sad, really sad. After so long, she finds out the man she called dad is not her biological father. She had no idea he was dead and would not know for a while because there was no way she was leaving her apartment. What else doesn’t she know? She wondered over and over again. The Estiamos probably have a plane full of secrets which she was oblivious to. She was not going to cry. Daniella Estiamo, for now daughter of Maria Estiamo does not cry and would not start now. Daniella had learnt to fight tears since she was a child and no one understood it. In her defense, tears depicted weakness and she was not weak. Of course, this is wrong but she did not care. For years, she had not felt tears threaten to pour as they did now. She was not about to let the apartment watch her cry with joy. She struggled to stand, kicked off her heels, peeled off her jacket, untucked her shirt and made her way to her kitchen. She was safe away from the world in this apartment no one knew about.

She came back to the sitting room with a glass of wine which she finished before she made it to a couch. Luckily, she had the bottle in the other hand. In silence, she drowned the bottle. After an hour of gazing at nothing, she felt a pinch from sleep. The night before had been a disaster as sleep and life had evaded her leaving her helpless on her apartment floor. Now sleep had returned, life was going to take a long time to return but that was understandable.  She got up, walked to her neatly arranged room and slept.

Maria grieved alone worrying about her lost child. She knew Daniella was a strong woman, probably stronger than the long line of Estiamo women. Daniella was an Estiamo no matter what George had said. Maria sat, dressed in black, in what was once her husband’s study, hugging a picture of father and daughter at the beach. With that she drifted off to the land of sleep in her husband’s best chair.

She slept and somewhere in sleep land, she visited dreamland. Memories of how she met George, how his family had rejected her and how they had despised her much more when she could not have a child. Surprisingly, when Daniella was born they all adored her, called her princess, played with her and showered her with exquisite gifts. George’s mother was very fond Daniella and thanks to having such a beautiful daughter, Maria was accepted. How weird? She thought. The sad face of Daniella appeared to her and she could feel the pains of her child.  She woke up, staring at the ceiling and using her imagination to design the word ‘secret’ in red and white colours. Maybe, just maybe, her silly secret has led to her loss. She was going to tell him. She wanted to joke about it and still be grateful to the Lord. She never had the time and how could she not have had time? Being George Estiamo’s wife was quite a job. The press, the trips, and appearances. Well what was she thinking when she said yes to an Estiamo? She could have married Marcus Gallanty. He was a normal man who loved her and everyone knew it but her heart led her to George. Marcus was probably somewhere enjoying life or was he dead too? George oh George! Where are you? That question kept nagging at her.

It dawned on her that she was all alone. She got up, pacing back and forth. One thing was for sure, she had to find Daniella right away and make things right. Was she not preparing to host husband and daughter to dinner, preparing the latest dish she had learnt on her last trip? Well ‘life happens’ in Daniella’s voice. Her daughter was all she had now. “Robin!” Maria shouted as she stepped into the room outside the study. Robin had lived with them for years. He was like a personal assistant to every one of them. He shared Maria’s pain and she knew she could trust him. “Yes ma,” Robin said appearing and bowing to Maria. She smiled. “Robin oh Robin! Even amidst sadness you still bow to me? It is just us now you know. Please quit the bowing and look at me,” she said while caressing the picture she had slept with. Robin straightened up and looked at Maria. He knew that for the next couple of days, Maria would drift in and out. He would have to be strong and help the poor woman in any way he could. “What can I do for you ma’am?” Robin asked. His voice called Maria out of her trance. She looked at him with a look that said ‘did I call you?’ But then a line of recognition crept in. “Oh yes! Robin I need you to do everything within your power to find Daniella. Track my little girl down. Do what you need to do Robin! I mean it. I have things to clear out and my family needs to be set right,” Maria said with a voice that lacked her usual strength, the vibe. He knew that was a command and had to be carried out immediately. “Yes ma’am,” he responded and bowed. She smiled at him and he was glad that she could still smile in the midst of everything. She was a woman of grace and it would be terrible if she fell apart completely. She had the strength of her husband and he knew she would be fine but what of Daniella? He had heard of the ordeal and it was worrisome for all the staff.

To be continued …

DEAR WOMAN!

Hey you fearfully and wonderfully made lady. How are you? How have you been? I do not know if you are aware, but it is International Women’s Day, today. Happy International Women’s Day (which I am going to be referencing as IWD going forward lol).

Prior to writing this I did not know how this day came about, but thanks to google – the lineage of the celebration can be traced back to 1908, when 15,000 female workers marched in New York City as they sought more humane working hours, better pay and right to vote. And now it is celebrated worldwide and for you! (people have different takes on where it started, you can look it up!)

You have fought a lot of battles, yes? Right to vote, right to speak, you have a come a long way. Cheers to all the women that have gone ahead to pave the way and set the pace.

Today, being IWD, I want to write a letter to you. Let’s talk.

To the little girl, welcome! You have got to stand firm and be assertive, keep your head held high, refuse to be boxed in, and do not conform to stereotypes of any kind. If you would tap into the reserve in you, you would blow the minds of people. The sky is only the starting point. Rooms are waiting for your intellect.

To the young lady, you are enough! Your value is found in God not in anybody. Your worth is found in God and certainly not in what people think about you. In essence, you are solely validated by God. People are always going to have opinions about you, but what does God say about you? Use your youth to serve the Lord. Do not allow anyone pressure you into doing anything. Whatever that may be, premarital sex or pressure into marriage, you are on nobody’s clock. Tour the world, read books, expand your mind, grow businesses. Think outside the box. Carry out projects. Do the undoable and leave them awed!

To the older lady, married or unmarried, well done! You are doing a good job. You are validated. You are seen. You have so many young girls looking up to you, so thank you. We see you; we appreciate you.

To all the women in the world, doing big things in a small or big way, good job! You are seen. You are strong. You are able. You are enough. Do not let the world define you. Do not let your circumstances define you.

No one does it like you, ladies. Cheers to the married, the unmarried, the old, the young, the single, the housewife, the working class. Cheers to the monthly cycles, cheers to pregnancy and postpartum, cheers to the lady parts. But you are so much more than these. Do not live a life of competition with the same sex or the opposite sex. You are unique and you are here for a purpose, that only you can fulfill. God looked at the world and said the world needed one of YOU.

The theme for this year’s IWD is #choosetochallenge. Choose to challenge yourself, choose to challenge stereotypes, choose to challenge, and see change.

What does God think about you? Who is a woman after God’s heart? There are so many powerful women in the bible that we can study and emulate. The following are some verses from the bible about YOU:

“God is in the midst of her; she shall not be moved; God will help her when morning dawns.”

“She considers a field and buys it; with the fruit of her hands, she plants a vineyard. She dresses herself with strength and makes her arms strong.”

“She opens her hand to the poor and reaches out her hands to the needy. She is not afraid of snow for her household, for all her household are clothed in scarlet.”

“I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well.”

“And blessed is she who believed that there would be a fulfillment of what was spoken to her from the Lord.”

“Strength and dignity are her clothing, and she laughs at the time to come.”

“She is more precious than jewels, and nothing you desire can compare with her.”

“She opens her mouth with wisdom, and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue.”

“Charm is deceitful, and beauty is vain, but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.”

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Dear woman, I appreciate you and I love you. You can accomplish so much especially with God with you.

AFOMA

20 THINGS I HAVE LEARNT IN 20 YEARS!!

  1. It could have only been God. If God had not been on our side, how would we have done it now?
  2. You don’t need a boyfriend, you need God!
  3. Listen to your parents when they tell you to lose weight so that you will not be counting calories up and down lmao
  4. Your sister is a treasure.
  5. Know this God o. He is sweet. In the presence of God, there is fullness of joy.
  6. Have Christ like friends. I am super grateful to God for my friends because God knows I need them
  7. There’s no point in complaining about things you can’t change, just see the good in every situation
  8. Comparison is the thief of joy. Comparison on every level you could think about it– spiritually, academically, physically. Gbogbo everything.
  9. Stop overthinking things! There is no need to overthink. As I am sitting down, I am probably getting ready to overthink something. It is God that helps me.
  10. Not every good thing is a God thing. Run everything by God.
  11. The Holy Spirit!!!!!! That’s all.
  12. Grow yourself. Grow yourself in the WORD. Prepare yourself for where you want to be in the future.
  13. You are beautiful.
  14. Don’t ever doubt God.
  15. You can’t help everybody, only God can
  16. Don’t jump to conclusions. Talk about how you feel. Sometimes, give benefit of doubt.
  17. Stop getting scared over everything, not everything requires an increase in heart rate.
  18. Sometimes just bite your tongue and ignore. And sometimes, talk, say your mind and don’t ever regret it. You have a right to be angry justifiably. Just do not sin in your anger.
  19. Learn how to swim. Oh God, learn how to swim!!!
  20. Chickens, dogs, cats are to be scared of you my dear, not the other way around. You have dominion. So, help me God o because rabies is real o. 😂😂

WASTEFUL PART 2 (RESOLUTIONS)!!

Anyway, just so we are clear and on the same page, this year is not that year o! This year we move with urgency. This year we cling to the word. This year, we make the best decisions because He is guiding us. An overwhelming description of God is that He is merciful. Ahh if I was God, I would have thrown myself one hot slap since. But thankfully, I am not God. God is so good, and His mercy endures forever. He is the only one that remains faithful in my unfaithfulness. He is the only one so kind to give multiple chances. This is the confidence I have that He is not done with me because it is written in the word that He would never forsake me.

So, I start this new year with a new commitment, with the hope of a restoration of lost ideas. Another opportunity to do the right things by God. As you would imagine, it is only something the Holy Spirit would help you do. On your own, you will fail, and I have example for you o.

Now it is me that just explained to you that I did not have sense before before, and this is not that year. Just this Sunday(first sunday in 2021), the Holy Spirit told me to carry an extra plastic bag in my handbag. This is something I usually do on a regular but for some reason I had removed the plastic bag in this particular small bag. He reminded me to put one in. Ah guess what your girl did again. I said I am not really carrying anything like that now so what would I need an extra plastic bag for? That is how your girl went to church without plastic bag o. After church, it turned out a friend had brought me a Christmas gift, did I have a bag to put it in? NO! In addition, another sister of mine wanted to give me snacks and drinks, again did I have bag to put it in? NO! Because I lacked a bag to put it in, I limited how much I could receive. Let that sink in! Imagine God wants to embarrass you with gifts, and you go with a tiny bag. I just started laughing at myself because it is like I really do not want to hear word. Butttt I must hear word o! I must learn. Ahh the goal is to completely submit my will to God. All these talking back will be greatly curtailed this year in Jesus Name. The lesson must be learnt. I will not let myself get to the point where I lose everything before I learn to keep shut.

And the verse for me that really drives it home is Psalms 32:8-9 and I love it particularly in The Passion Translation (TPT) version –

I hear the Lord saying, “I will stay close to you, instructing and guiding you along the pathway for your life. I will advise you along the way and lead you forth with my eyes as your guide. So, don’t make it difficult; don’t be stubborn when I take you where you’ve not been before. Don’t make me tug you and pull you along. Just come with me!”

I want to believe that a word is enough for the wise. I have heard people say that experience is the best teacher. I personally believe that the experiences of other people can teach me. I do not have to put my hand in fire to see and understand that it is capable of burning. Please do not waste the ideas the Lord gives you. Execute them. Do you know the best way to start? By just starting. Start small. Start slow. They are all better than not starting at all. And if you are like me that has wasted a few opportunities, do not be too sad. We serve a God of multiple chances. As long as you are willing to accept your wrong and turn back to Him again for guidance, He is willing to lead you.

But repeat after me, ‘I WILL HEAR WORD THIS YEAR O!’ Lol! This will be our motto. We must make the best decisions this year and beyond.

A special person to my heart said I should tell you people that this year will and must not be a wasted year!

BE FRUITFUL!

Queen N