Nigerian forum: Literature - SWITCHED—EPISODE 1
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10 May 2015 01:39

Sandra Okoye groaned when her phone rang and She
knew better than not responding to her P.A’s call whom
she knew was either at her door waiting for permission to
barge inside or outside in one of her dramatic Limosuine to
get her to one of those crazy movie Promotions which
she dreaded attending.
“Yea?” she croaked.
“Wake up sunshine!
“Whatever…, what time is it?”
“It’s 7am, I’m almost at the hotel you lodged in and I need
you to kindly prepare before I get to the door and see
something I’m sure you don’t want me seeing.”
“Get me espresso on your way here…”
“Like I need you to tell me that.” Pamela giggled. “One day
you’re going to be so drunk on Caffeine you’re going to
need Valium to put you back to sleep.”
“Well, just in case you don’t know, I was sleeping before
you woke me up with your annoying voice.” She snapped
and hung up before Pamela could say anything else.
She sighed and closed her eyes to rest her head on the
vanity trying to get her thoughts together before a
masculine hand flung itself over her.
“Hey baby…”
“Marvin, not now…” she tried to push him away but he
pulled her closer and held her trapped beneath him.
“I have a Movie Promotion in London by 8.” She protested
when he started kissing her. Didn’t this man just know
when to stop? Just because she’d agreed to let him lodge
with her tonight after his constant begging didn’t mean she
wanted him to start acting like he was a permanent
boyfriend.
“Marvin, you have to leave. Now.” She succeeded in
pushing him away and reached for her robe. Hurriedly
putting it on with trembling fingers, she avoided his eyes
as much as possible.
Marvin slumped back into the bed and looked at her. ”It’s
still him isn’t it?”
Sandra frowned. ”What?”
“Bayo. And you’d rather be with him ‘cos he gets you all
those contracts, all those things I can’t give you and he
doesn’t treat you the way I do.”
Sandra was furious. ”I can’t believe you have the guts to
say that into my face Marvin.” She went to pick his clothes
from the floor and flung it at him. ”Get out! Get out and
don’t call me!”
“But baby…”
“Get the F- out of my room, out of my hotel and out of
my life”
Marvin didn’t know why Sandra had snapped at his
statement and wondered if she was having her terrible
mood swings again as usual. But it wasn’t like he hadn’t
told her the truth.
He was going to give her time to chill off. He was sure
before night time, She was going to be calling his cell
phone telling him of how she didn’t want to spend another
night at her house because Bayo had a way of always
getting on her nerves, making her cry and he was sure the
same man was responsible for the little bruises he’d seen
while she was sleeping after they’d had sex last night.
But she would never say. She just liked to act bossy and
bitchy when he hit the right notes.
He grabbed his boxers and struggled to put it on since he
was sure she intended to drag him out as well with the
way her eyes threw daggers at him.
“You know we can always talk about this baby…”
“Talk my ass. There’s nothing you’re saying to me that I’m
gonna sit down here and listen to.”
She snapped and went towards the door opening it wide
for him to find his way out. Was this how far she was
going to humiliate him and herself as well? It was like her
moods got better of her whenever she was angry and she
often forgot paparazzis could be hanging around taking
mental notes of what was going on in the life of a celebrity
like her.
He threw on his checkered shirt and jeans and pulled on
his timberland boots. He hated to admit she was the one
who bought him his boots and half of his wardrobe. She’d
been the one to pay for their dinner and this hotel where
she lodged or probably the benefits of shooting a popular
movie in London where she was the supporting actress.
He doubted Women in Nigeria treated their Men like she
did to him presently.
She would come calling, he knew she would. And he
would let her suffer a little before he gave in once more.
Immediately he stepped out, she banged the door behind
him and locked it.
He bounced off and dusted it off his shoulders. He had
enough cash to keep him for the day.
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Sandra sank into the bed and tried to kill the very emotion
that threatened to surface once Marvin stepped out of the
room. The way she’d been killing every emotion just as
Bayo had trained her to do over the years. She knew the
reason why she had pushed Marvin out of the room. It
was because he had said the truth right to her face.
She liked Bayo because of what he could give her and that
was why she had agreed to move in with him in the first
place. The man himself enjoyed what she could give him.
She was the face out there that people loved to see not
minding that she was being controlled by a slave master.
He dictated what she would do and which show she could
go for even if she was reluctant to accept such a role. He
was her manager who showed her the way and she knew
that without him, she would be on the streets.
Where he’d found her.
And so, she had to please him, but the times when she felt
she would die if she stayed with him one more day,
Marvin filled up that space while the bastard was out in his
bar getting drunk and bloated.
Sometimes, she just hated the sight of him and couldn’t
stand him.
Right now, there was nothing to do about it. She had to
endure just like she’d been enduring him for 10 years.
He’d been the one that was there for her, sending her to
school, acting school, getting her the necessary contracts
and letting the whole world see that he had her back
anytime. He was quite older than her. Divorced and had
no kids. She remembered the first time she’d seen him,
he’d been so charming, so caring, taking care of her and
giving her the assurance that he would do things for her.
But after a while, he started getting drunk, he would spend
late nights outside, sometimes, she’d see the tabloids of
entertainment magazines and news where records of his
visit to strip clubs were detailed and out of anger, she
would yell at him and he would get emotionally violent
and hit her or try to rape her.
Options of leaving him often came up but she realized
there was no way she could or he’d track her down and
hurt her.
Or the only people that were dear to her heart whom
nobody knew about.
She had achieved so much in her life. In the space of 10
years, she’d been a model, featured in some known TV
shows that aired internationally, a well known actress in
her homeland Nigeria, Ghana inclusive and this new movie
that had been shot in London and Nigeria had been one of
her major breakthroughs that she’d always dreamed of.
Then why after so much achievement, after all of these did
she feel like there was so much more to life than what she
was presently experiencing? Why did she feel like she
hadn’t seen it all?
Why did she feel amidst all these freedom that she’d
always dreamed of ever since she was 5, she wasn’t fully
liberated? Why did she sometimes feel trapped or better
still, someone was pulling the strings of her life as a puppet
when that was what she’d tried running away from in the
beginning?
Why did she feel the hole in her heart was getting larger?
The knock on the door disrupted her thoughts and she
yelled knowing it was Pamela but she had to be sure it
wasn’t some psycho who was on the loose for actresses
like her or someone who she wasn’t ready to see.
Whoever she saw had to come through her Personal
Assistant or Manager.
They seemed to have had her life sorted out for her better
than she did for herself.
“It’s Pam, your clothes and your cup of coffee, so please
open up.” Sandra noticed her sense of humor and opened
up.
“I knew you might not open up if I was the only one at the
door.” She shrugged and strolled in as Sandra snatched
the cup of espresso from her and opened it taking a sip.
“Nice.”
“You’re welcome.” Pamela said and went to drop her
clothes on the bed turning to look at her and at the same
time, glancing at her wristwatch. ”Do you know what time
it is? I’ve been up since 5 in the morning trying to work on
your appointments and send responses to those
executives who want you to show up on their red carpet
with your co-stars. I had to explain you’re still promoting
your new movie “Pink Curtains” but will see you at the
premiers tonight. And then your emails keep filling up not
to talk of the few fans I have to answer on your behalf ”
She looked up to watch Sandra but she seemed to have
picked the fashion magazine Pamela had picked for her on
the way before coming there.
Pamela groaned. Did this woman have to make life
miserable for her?
She pulled off her trench coat and heels leaving her in a
cream chiffon blouse tucked into a black pencil skirt so as
to enable her mobility. Maybe if she set the bath running,
her boss would be forced to go to the bathroom.
Goodness, they were running late and even if Sandra
wasn’t going to fire her, Bayo Alade could.
“Sandra, we have to be out here by 8 a.m to meet your
co-stars.”
“What if I’ve changed my mind? I mean what if I don’t feel
like? I mean I have a choice don’t I?’ She didn’t bother
looking up but kept sipping her coffee and skipping
through the pages mumbling some words to herself
whenever a particular bag caught her attention.
Pamela sighed rubbing her fingers on her throbbing
temples. The cons of this job. For crying out loud, was
she going to play the role of a psychologist while she
played P.A?
Just when she was still thinking up her chances of
convincing her boss, Sandra stood up, threw the book on
the bed and headed into the bathroom.
Pamela sank into the bed relieved.
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Bayo Alade smiled into the camera as the lights kept
flashing and he wondered why the woman beside him
seemed to be acting stiff and unperturbed as her arms
lingered on his waist. They stood as a couple briefly acting
like they were happy and though she looked beautiful as
usual, he knew she was trying to ignore him and if not for
the red carpet movie premier tonight, she wouldn’t even
come close to him.
He knew she’d lodged in with some guy into the hotel
some nights ago and for a while, she refused to sleep in
his apartment but preferred the comfort of her trashy
lover but he wasn’t going to bring up the topic now. Let
her enjoy her night. Let them both enjoy their night of
celebration.
“You look great.” he complimented briefly as the other
actors moved away slightly to take pictures alone.
“You’re not so bad yourself.” She replied not even looking
up at him.
“I didn’t see you last night after the party..’
“Neither did I…” She was about moving away from his
side when his grip tightened on her waist so much that
she flinched. “Bayo, you’re hurting me.”
“You’re not going to leave me without a kiss would you
baby?”
She knew he wanted to take things the hard way and so
she stood still when he planted a hard kiss on her lips. She
hated him when he was so dominating and acted like she
was nothing more than an object to him, and the way he
kissed her like he was reminding her of her roots and how
far he’d brought her and so she’d better behave.
When he broke free, he smiled. A cynical smile. ”You’re
sleeping in tonight with me. Understood?”
“Why, your hookers haven’t been satisfying you so well
recently?”
She smirked when she saw how her response had done
well in hitting the right spot and she strutted off going to
greet one of her co-stars with a brief hug and taking a
picture with him.
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“Jeremy just knows how to set the place on fire.” Kristen
Stacey the main actress in the movie ‘Pink Curtains’ where
Sandra had starred as a supporting actress giggled as one
of the actors that starred alongside them as the main actor
kept giving hilarious responses to friends that were
throwing questions to him about his role in the movie.
“I can see that.” Sandra responded and smiled before
sipping her vodka and orange. Kristen Stacey was the
white woman who had played a best friend to Sandra in
the movie even though racism and other dark secrets had
kept them apart. Rumors had began to spread that the
movie was an award winning movie for Kristen, the
Screen writer and the director. Kristen was an American
but she had played her role well as a British student with
an accent that she’d taken weeks to master very well and
the little time Sandra spent with her, She knew she was a
pleasant woman to be with. In her early 20s, this would be
her first movie award with the likes of Jennifer Lawrence
and Shailene Woodley, not to talk of the black young girl of
9 years old that had been nominated for an Oscar last
year.
Sandra began to wonder if winning an award was what
was missing in her life. Maybe if she strived towards that,
that empty feeling, that cold feeling of loneliness and fear
would leave her alone.
Maybe she needed to achieve something. Maybe it was the
peak of things she needed to aim for.
“I heard there’s an after party tonight…” Kristen whispered
after sipping her Magarita and winked. ” We get to meet lot
of other stars…”
“Like Denzel?” Sandra teased.
Kristen’s eyes widened and she giggled pushing Sandra
gently. ‘You’re so funny.” It seemed Kristen thought
everyone was funny and if she didn’t know better, she
would have thought she was naive. “You know who I’d
like to meet?”
“Who?”
“George Clooney.” She winked. ”That guy is gorgeous!’
she swooned.
“And too old for you.”
“Sandra! Who said anything about liking him? I said I’d like
to meet him. Maybe act a movie with him or something…”
“Oh and then, he’d be your Uncle or your father in the
movie except you’re talking behind the scene stuff…”
Kristen giggled and shook her head. ‘I’m not that naughty.
Talk about Hugh Jackman, Chris Evans, Chris
Hemsworth..”
Sandra raised her hand. ”I get it…., goodluck with that.”
“Well, well, well…., If it isn’t our great Nigerian actress..” A
woman’s snare disrupted their banter and even without
looking up, Sandra knew who it was.
Her ‘arch’ enemy Demi Reeves, a popular actress who she
was sure had more chances than her since her mother
was black and her father white and both were citizens. The
same woman had been the one whom she had once
caught Bayo cheating with at a time when their relationship
was almost hitting the rocks. Demi Reeves seemed like she
wanted to compete with everything she had and wasn’t
going to be satisfied till she was beneath her.
Probably because Bayo still chose to stay with her, that
must have hurt that He chose her over a popular and
pretty actress like her and the fact that Sandra had made it
from her modeling career into the acting world. Not many
models did.
“And I believe you were just passing?” Sandra tried to
ignore her.
“Infact, I’m here to congratulate Kristen here who seemed
to overshadow everybody in the movie.” The biting
remark left a bitter taste to Sandra’s tongue but she
shrugged not revealing anything.
“Thank you Demi. But I couldn’t have done it without the
rest of the crew and sweet Sandra here.” Kristen giggled
pressing her hands into Sandras’ obviously ignorant of the
little misunderstanding between the 2. ”
Demi raised an eyebrow. ”Indeed. Don’t get drunk you
two.” she strolled off.
“Get lost b***.” She mumbled under her breath before
smiling at Kristen. Things like that were not worth her time
and she wouldn’t let it.
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Anu stared at the letter in her hand and tried not to curse
and cry at the same time. Never in her wildest dreams
would she imagine herself as part of the staff that was
going to be relieved of their jobs in the coming year and
the cruel director had waited till February such that she’d
set down her guards.
And now, they were just going to throw her into the street
because of some so called problems?
Where was she going to start from, how was she going
to start picking up the pieces with a child and two parents
to take care of?
Her mother had told her about this bank job she had taken
in the first place and how she had advised she set her
hands on something else just in case anything happened
and caught her unawares.
Well, now that it had caught her unawares, she could
almost feel her mother gloat.
But knowing the kind of mother she had, she knew she
wouldn’t. Her parents were not going to be happy that
she’d lost her job.
There was only one person she knew must have even
been praying for her to get fired.
Teniola
Ever since she got the job 2 years ago at the time Teniola
was 8 and had announced it to the house, she’d seen the
fear and anger in her daughter’s eyes because it meant
there would be no mummy and daughter time like before
anymore. Her mother was going to be the one to fill in for
her whenever she wasn’t home and most times by the
time she returned, the young girl had gone to bed.
Saturdays and Sundays were her only free days though
sometimes, something always came up.
She missed spending time with her daughter too and she
wasn’t surprised many factors were playing a role in
preventing her from settling down with the man of her
dreams.
She’d fallen in love with a young man who had shown
interest in her when she was working as a teacher but
when he found out she had a daughter, probably from a
careless past life, he pulled back soon enough. Then, there
was her Managing Director of the bank where she worked
who found it convenient to ask her out since it felt like
since she had a daughter and that posed as a slim chance
for her getting a suitable suitor, it’d benefit her to date him
since he was married and had kids as well.
She was sure her rejection had incensed him to enroll her
name in the list.
She couldn’t find enough words for him.
The conductor brought her mind back to the present
yelling out her bustop for those who were interested in
getting down from the bus.
“O wa o.” She responded and adjusted her things and her
letter into her hand bag and looked out of the window as
the sunset orange settled over the horizon suddenly
making that area of Lagos look so beautiful.
Her mind snapped back to the present when the bus
stopped and she hurriedly got down before the conductor
had any chance to utter swearing words at her.
When she stood at her bustop, she sighed and patiently
waited before she crossed the road and began walking
down her street.
She suddenly wished her life would be beautiful like the
sunset orange which she’d observed in the sky as the bus
drove by, not ugly and depressing that she wondered
how she was going to survive the rest of the month.

13 May 2015 16:52

Good Next Episode Pls

18 May 2015 19:35

dnt undastnd

23 May 2015 00:00

Anyhow

24 May 2015 14:05

Nice story,can't wait 4d nxt episode

24 May 2015 22:23

D story is disjointed joor, make d connection abeg

11 Sep 2015 22:21

Dont understand dis story

24 Sep 2015 22:12

gud