EXP #1

EXP #1.21

Saturday came by in a blur and on the set day, Henshaw took me to a salon where I got my nails fixed and my hair and make-up done, my dress was brought along and so I pretty much dressed up at the salon. 

The event was to start by 7pm and I was currently sitted with the Slave Master at the back of one of his smaller cars, with Henshaw on the wheel as we made our way to the island in slow moving traffic. I drummed my fingers against the door of the car to occupy myself, I was feeling kind of nervous; I’d been to a good deal of parties time and again, but this type of party with its calibre of people, I would need to get used to it. I smoothed my hand out on the dream I was wearing, this gown was just so beautiful, I couldn’t get over it. I exhaled. 

God! I’m nervous! 

“Why are you fidgeting?” the Slave Master asked all of I sudden. 

I stilled myself, I didn’t know that I was fidgeting “Nothing, I’m fine”

“Don’t tell me you’re nervous?” he kept on in his usually dead voice. 

“Like you care” I snapped. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked. 

“Why is it so important to you that I get to know these people? Why do you care if people know me and already hate me because of my shares? How do you have access to all the information that you do?” I burst out unable to contain myself, my voice higher than I originally intended, my breathing was already laboured and I worked to control myself “Why is it so important to you that I go to this party?” I asked in a much calmer voice.

The Slave Master maintained his poker face, but he was obviously uncomfortable. 

I continued to stare at him waiting for an answer that would never come. He’s the Slave Master for that reason, he gives answers when you least expect it; unfortunately, I was expecting one. 

I was so confused. I’d been trying to piece all this together for the past week and it was driving me nuts. Yes, the dress and make-up and pampering was fun, but… why was all this so important to him? From the little I understood already, the Slave Master did not like public events or social gatherings. Why was he then so hellbent on getting me to be a guest at Nosa Osaretin’s party? 
I huffed as the silence prolonged, I was driving myself crazy. I blinked my eyes, trying to clear my mind then turned to look out my window, the traffic had not subsided and we inched our way along the road. There was nothing to look at that held interest to me so I turned back inside, the Slave Master was already staring by the time I turned to look at him. I expected him to turn away or at least for his gaze to waver. 

No such luck though. He held my gaze most unashamedly. 

“What?” I asked, getting tired of the staring contest. 

He turned away at this point. I groaned. 

“How much longer till we get there?” I asked tapping Henshaw

“Like 20-25 minutes” he answered. 

I groaned and leaned back against my chair closing my eyes.

“Brino” I opened my eyes and turned to face the Slave Master “we’re here” he said. 

Henshaw opened my door for me a few moments later. I stepped out feeling very self conscious, the Slave Master was by my side in no time. Linking his arm in mine he led me towards certain death. 

“Remember, I’m your boyfriend” he whispered in my ear. 

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. 

We got to double doors and people who resembled Henshaw in build and even dressing (with shades to go, and it’s night time.)

Who wears shades at night?!

Before they could speak, I held my phone out to show them my invitation. The one closest to me nodded and they let us in. Myself and the Slave Master made our way onto the hall, the MC was standing on an elevated platform in front cracking a joke or so, I felt the Slave Master stiffen in my arm as an usher in a cute black dress approached us

“Good evening” she greeted us with a smile. 

I replied her after which she asked whose guest I was and from where. 

“I’m Nosa’s guest, from Judisque-Allan” I replied.

The Slave Master was fidgeting next to me, he did a good job of downplaying it but I watched him tugged at his bow tie on his neck next to me in discomfort. 

“Follow me this way please, so I can sit you at a table” the usher said. 

“One second please” I answered, then turned to the Slave Master “Are you alright?”

He picked at his tie again “No”

I raised my eyebrow expecting a further explanation, remem what I said about the Slave Master and your expectations? 

“I have to excuse myself” he said finally, detaching his arm from mine and turned around. 

“Shall we?” the usher who had been awkwardly watching our little moment asked. 

“Yes we shall”

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And that’s a wrap. EXP #1.22 will be coming in next Friday

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EXP #1

EXP #1 (FACT FILES)

Let me introduce you to the Slave Master.

Name: Damiloju Rotimi-Savage

Date of birth: January 12, 1993

Parents: Demola Rotimi-Savage (father)
Yemi Rotimi-Savage (mother) DECEASED
Helen Rotimi-Savage (step-mother)

Sibling(s): Damilare Akinbode (step-brother) DECEASED

Studied: Law at Harvard

Hobbies: Work.

Likes: His Solitude

Dislikes: Social Gatherings

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The Slave Master is one of the main characters of an ongoing story series on my blog titled EXP #1, to better acquaint yourself with the Slave Master click here for EXP #1

Note: EXP 1.21 is coming baco next week.

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EXP #1.20

The invitation to Nosa Osaretin’s birthday party came in during breakfast the next morning and I promptly informed the Slave Master who came back that evening with a bag from a well known boutique in town. 

“Go check if it suits you” was all he said as he flung the bag in my direction when he stepped into the house. 

It was a red floor-length dinner gown with a silvery lace bodice, alongside silver heels and jewelry. I breathed Wow at the sight of  the bag’s content. 

“Wow! I love this dress” I practically yelled as I burst into the living room, to show myself off to the Slave Master in my new attire. 

“Good” he replied, his straight line lips curving up just a little bit.

I twirled once in my gown, then decided to give it another try. 

“I think it would be nice if you take the gown off now” the Slave Master said in a firm tone. 

“I know, I know” I replied with a smile “I just love it” I breathed. 

“Point noted. Go pull it off” the Slave Master deadpanned.

I sighed at the tone of his voice and turned to the stairs “Thank you” I turned towards him before ascending “Thank you very much. I’m really grateful”

The Slave Master gave a curt nod and I went back to my room.

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I’m in so much pains now. My eyes hurt. 

Next post tomorrow. 

🍔 Cheeseburger 

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EXP #1.19

“Have you seen this?” the Slave Master asked as he came down that evening, holding a magazine in his hand. 

He’d been in his office all day with occasional visitors dressed in suits carrying books and suitcases, going in and out. I’d just busied myself around the house and only stepped in twice after the first time, first to give him his already cold breakfast and second to ask what he’d have for dinner. 

“Your dinner is getting cold” I answered, gesturing towards the dinning room.

“Look at this” the Slave Master said before thrusting the magazine into my hand, I scanned the article he pointed at then looked back at him.

“How does this have any thing to do with me?” I asked. 

The article was concerning some elite who was going to be celebrating his 50th birthday during the weekend. 

“Look at the name” the Slave Master said impatiently as if he was waiting for me to suddenly be concerned about some random rich person in a magazine. 

“Nosa Osaretin” I said and looked back at him still confused.

The Slave Master groaned due to obvious disappointment before finally saying “Nosa Osaretin is on the Board of Directors in Judisque-Allan”

“So? How is this any of my business?” I asked. 

The Slave Master groaned again, this time due to exasperation “This party is going to be filled up with everybody who is somebody in the society and it’s going to be a great opportunity for you to meet all the movers and shakers in Judisque-Allan”

“Why must I know them? They have their lives, I have mine”  

The Slave Master slapped his palm against his forehead in sheer frustration at this point. 

“What?!” I asked totally confused at this point “It’s not a must I get to know them na!”

“It’s like you don’t understand”

“Make me understand”

“You have already made enemies even beyond Judisque-Allan just because you are one half of the highest share holders in the company. This party gives you the best opportunity to network and make friends and informally introduce yourself to society. See it as your coming out party, it is the perfect opportunity.”

I shrugged “Okay”

“Do you have an invite?” the Slave Master asked. 

“No. Do you?”

“Of course not” the Slave Master answered as if he’d be the last person with an invite to such an event. 

“Why?” I asked, at my question, his expression cleared and all guards were put back up “Oh, I remember, you’re antisocial”

I gave me a sort of curious expression at that point “Call your sister and ask for an invite. I’m sure she’ll have one”

“I don’t have Vwaire’s number”

The Slave Master looked at me for like a second before turning on his heel and heading back upstairs. He came back less than a minute later with a piece of paper in his hand which he stretched out to me. 

“What’s this?” I asked. 

He didn’t answer, his hand was still outstretched, I collected the piece of paper and he immediately turned to the dinning room. 

On the piece of paper boldly written out was a phone number with the name Vwaire under it. 

What does this guy not know exactly? I thought to myself as I dialled the number.

“Hello?” Vwaire spoke

“Hey Vwaire, it’s Brino, how are you?” I replied. 

“I’m okay, I’m even meant to be asking you. How is your Slave Master? Hope he’s not harassing you?”

“He’s… he’s just there jare, but no, I’m perfectly fine”

“That’s nice to hear”

“Yeah, I called to find out if you’re going for Nosa Osaretin’s birthday party this Saturday”

“Yes, me and Tinuade are planning to go. Why?”

“Well, since he’s a big person at the company I guessed lots of others would be present also and I’d like to get an opportunity to meet as many people as possible that are involved with the shipping company”

“I see”

“So could you please get me an invite?” I asked

“No problem, I’ll tell Aunty, it should be sent to your mail before the end of tomorrow”

“Okay, thank you” I said, right after which I hung up. 

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I’m having a nasty headache RN. But I just had to post. 

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EXP #1.18

“You walked out on me” the Slave Master said, standing in the doorway of my room. 
I sat up on the bed, and shrugged as I held his eyes “there’s a first time for everything, isn’t there?”

He shook his head “I want to understand something”

“What?”

“What happened on Friday night?”

“Now you ask, wait Sef, don’t you already know everything?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” the Slave Master asked. 

“You showed up at my aunty’s place the next day, you also know about my shares less than 24 hours after I acquired them, how do you not know the full details of what happened on Friday?” I asked. 

The Slave Master exhaled. 

I gave a sigh of my own before speaking “After you left me to see your mother, I bumped into my twin sister’s friend, Tinuade. Tinuade mistook me for my sister, Vwaire and took me to her house. Vwaire got home not long after we did and everything was all cleared up”

“That’s all?” he asked sceptically. 

“That’s all” I replied. 

“And you never knew anything about her toll Friday?”

“Never”

“And she never knew about you either?”

“Nope, we were both in shock”

“What about your aunt?”

“Ah-ahn! Why are you asking all these questions?” I looked up at the Slave Master who had a hand to his face in deep thought. He looked at me with eyes that didn’t really look at me, as if he was thinking of a whole lot of other things that were beyond the confines of my room and even this conversation. 

“I’m just curious. They never knew about you till Friday and you’re already a member of the family with Judisque-Allan shares to prove it”

“Get over this shares already!” I exclaimed. 

“You never answered my question. Did your aunt know?” the Slave Master ignored my earlier outburst.

“She said she always had a feeling that I might exist”

The Slave Master’s confused expression nearly made me laugh. I’d never ever seen him confused. Always cool, calm and composed; occasionally full of himself and arrogant; angry was another expression I was used to but never confused, so before he could speak I beat him to it “My parents are both dead now, my mother died giving birth to us, my dad was her lover and they ran away, according to my aunt my mum was expecting twins, but I was born first and my dad took me away, by the time my aunt got to the hospital, my dad had probably made off with me, she watched as my sister was born before my mum gave up the ghost”

The Slave Master nodded. 

I climbed up the stairs the next morning and knocked on the Slave Master’s door “Hello, are you in there?”

“I’m in here!” he called out from another room, I followed the sound till I found the room it came from. After I’d knocked twice, I turned the knob on the door, it opened up to an office. Black desk, one chair behind it which currently held the Slave Master and two chairs in front of it. Various office paraphernalia were arranged on the table, a bookshelf was at the side of a wall, I stepped in and looked down at the soft carpet beneath my feet as I felt it. I’d never been in this room. I looked around once again, the room wasn’t so big, it was like a home office. 

“Can I help you?” the Slave Master asked with an impassive expression on his face as he looked up from the laptop he was working on.   

“You didn’t come down for breakfast, the pancakes are already cold”

“Just bring them up, I’m busy” he replied. 

“You’re not going to work today?” 

“You can see I’m busy” he deadpanned. 

“Alright then, I’ll bring your breakfast up”

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Update Yay! I am seriously rethinking post EXP #1 on Thursdays.

Next post tomorrow.

A.N.T.I.C.P.A.T.E 

🍔 Cheeseburger. 

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EXP #1.17

​Clap clap.

“Are you kidding me?” I said as soon as I got downstairs.

The Slave Master raised an eyebrow in response to my outburst.

“What do you want?” I asked.

“My dinner isn’t going to cook itself in case you didn’t realize and I’m hungry” he answered.

I could not even bring myself to give a reply; I focused on my breathing to stop my vision from turning red “You expect me to cook for you?” I managed a few moments later.

Damiloju shrugged “Why not? I’m hungry”

‘Calm Brino, calm’ I said to myself, still working on my breathing “You locked me out of the house, you left me in the rain, I barely got time to warm myself up just now and you still expect me to cook dinner for you”

“Either you cook dinner or it cooks itself, and I don’t see dinner cooking itself anytime soon” the Slave Master replied sarcastically.

It took all my willpower not to lunge at the Slave Master where he sat and give him a piece of my fist, all I could do was to groan out my frustration, after which I kicked the setee right next to me and every other thing in my path on my way to the kitchen.

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“Why don’t you have dinner with me?” the Slave Master suggested as he sat down to have his meal.

“I’m not hungry” I replied.

“I insist”

“That won’t make me hungry” I deadpanned.

“Sit with me as I have dinner then”

“I’d rather not”

“Brino” the Slave Master said looking straight into my eyes, I stared right back at him with what I hoped was defiance “Sit” he said with his usual air of authority that could not be defied.

I reluctantly sat down “What now?”

“Do you always have to be so stubborn?”

“Do you expect me to answer that question?”

The Slave Master sighed “Just 3 days”

“What is just 3 days?” I asked.

The Slave Master looked up at me like he was going to say something, then bent towards his food and took another bite, ignoring my question.

“You were away from me for just 3 days” he finally said minutes later “now look at you, outspoken and bold, you’ve gotten your tongue and you can talk to me as you please now, so money really does that”

I groaned “How did you even know about my shares in Judisque-Allan?”

The Slave Master shrugged and continued eating “How about I make you a deal, you sell your shares to me and you’re free to leave my house. I’ll forgive your debt”

I laughed “Those shares are worth a whole lot more than the price of 6 Honda Pilots combined and you know that. But don’t worry; I’m going to be paying you in installments. Whatever returns I get from my shares, I’ll wire it straight to you till I give you back your last kobo”

“So you’re not selling then?” the Slave Master asked.

“Of course not, now if you’ll excuse me” I stood up “I’m very sure you’ve spoken on what you wanted to talk about, now that my shares are off the table, I’d like to go to bed. Good night” I turned on my heel and went up to my bedroom.

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Happy Easter guys!

I’m not a promise and fail. Hurray (Although I didn’t promise)

Next post on Sunday

A.N.T.I.C.I.P.A.T.E

🍔 Cheeseburger.

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EXP #1.16

“Are you sure about this?” Aunty Juliana asked for the umpteenth time that afternoon. 

“Yes aunty” I answered rubbing my temple.

“Mama, calm down or you’re gonna give her a headache” Vwaire said, from where she sat across me on the dining table. 

“Let me go freshen up, I’ll be leaving in an hour’s time” I said and excused myself before Aunty Juliana could try to change my mind, either that or she would start another round of her incessant worrying. I sighed as I closed my room door, I was here for just 3 days and it already felt like home. I was instantly accepted, and although Vwaire wasn’t the most accomodating person in the universe, there was still that invisible bond that bound us. I didn’t want to go back to the Slave Master, not because he was a condescending, menacing bully, but because I was finally in a place where I didn’t struggle to fit in, I was finally in a place I could easily and readily call home and I was not ready to leave. 

I packed my things, my very few things into a small bag Aunty Juliana had given me earlier and made my way downstairs.

“I’m set” I said entering the living room where Tinuade, Vwaire and Aunty Juliana were sitted “See you guys whenever”

The three women stood up and walked me to the gate “Have a safe journey” Tinuade said to me as she clapped my shoulder.

“Stay safe” Vwaire told me, gripping my arm.

“Oh Brino” Aunty Juliana said, she was already glassy eyed.

“You guys, I’m not dying!” I had to exclaim, the sombre mood was already choking me “Nothing bad is going to happen stop acting like this”

“I’m sorry” Aunty Juliana managed wiping her eyes “But we only just found you and we have to be separated from you so soon, it’s painful. I need you to promise me something. Promise me that you’ll come back home to your family”

“I promise” I said.

Vwaire then shocked me by giving me a hug “No matter what, we are family, blood, never ever forget that, and don’t ever forget you have a place here”

“Sure, I won’t” I coughed, these people were getting too mushy for my liking “I’ll be on my way now” 

“God be with you” Aunty Juliana said one last time before I left the house.

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It was relatively easy getting to the Slave Master’s house since I have a very good sense of direction, I already knew my way since the first time Henshaw had brought me back here from the market when I was trying to find out where I was, so as to sneak out and see Bruno.

I pounded the gate instantly “It’s me. Let me in” I said as the gateman opened the little flap on the pedestrian gate to check who it was.

“Oga is not around and he said I should not open the gate for anybody when he’s not around” the gateman said from within.

I slumped my shoulders in frustration and gave an exasperated sigh before making myself comfortable, leaning on the gate. The sky began to turn gray in a matter of minutes, I pounded the gate once again “Open up, it’s about to start raining”

“I can’t! You know the way Oga used to do. Small time he will vex and sack me, I take God beg you, abeg, manage for there” the gateman said from within the house and I could emphatise, the poor man knew how crazy his boss could get and was not ready to take chances with his means of livelihood and I couldn’t blame him. 

Unfortunately, the rain began to fall, straight atop my head without any mercy. Only God knows how long I stood in the rain for, as the day got darker and I shivered within my clothes. I had no umbrella or anything to shield me from the rain and I was already soaked to my bones by the time his car drove up to the gate. It was probably around 7 at night so the headlamp of the car shone straight into my eyes. I grit my teeth and forced a smile as the car honked, the gate was opened and I made my way in behind the car and ran up to the porch where the downpour was greatly reduced. 

“Oh my goodness, I hope you didn’t stand too long in the rain” the Slave Master said with feigned concern as he strolled up to his front door, umbrella in hand as he inserted the key into the keyhole.

“Like you care” I said as through chattering teeth. 

“Of course I care” the Slave Master replied as the door swung open and he gestured for me to go in before him “Why will I not be concerned about the welfare of the latest shareholder in the Judisque-Allan shipping company, who just happens to be working for me and living under my roof because she destroyed my car and doesn’t have the money to pay me back?” 

“That doesn’t even make any sense at all” I said, walking ahead of him into the house, turning on the lights as I went. 

“Does it?” 

I turned around to face the Slave Master, he stood leaning against the doorway of the mini-parlour and the dinning room. 

“So you have connections everywhere and you’ve heard about my inheritance. So what?” I asked with arms crossed rubbing them with my palms as I spoke. 

“Nothing” the Slave Master replied with a shrug “I just wanted to remind you that you are now a very relevant person, so I should be concerned about your welfare”

“Whatever” I muttered and stormed off to my room. 

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So I had to read all the previous EXP #1 posts before I could even type this, and I have to admit, I’m proud of myself. And it’s so beautiful how I’ve been writing this for close to 3 months and it’s about 3 weeks that has passed within the story.

Yes, so I promised and failed to post this on Saturday and I didn’t even post on Sunday either. My most sincere apologies, I came down with illness on Saturday and I was unable to get anything done throughout the weekend (I couldn’t even read for a test I had on Tuesday till that very morning!) I’m better now though, so I hope you guys forgive me and accept my apology. 

As we all know, my next blog post should be on Friday and it might just be EXP #1.17 to make up for Saturday (fingers crossed here guys, I’m not so sure)  

So make sure to A.N.T.I.C.I.P.A.T.E

🍔 Cheeseburger. 

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