Fate and coincidence. Two opposing concepts. Two factors that have led to the rise, demise and rebirth of men and empires. Fate and coincidence. Two sides of one coin.
In his early years, Ishaku was a firm believer in fate. You got what was due you, as decreed by the powers that be.
Then he grew up.
And realized that it did not matter so much what was written in the stars. What a person did or did not determined where they ended up. Almost every other thing was coincidence.
Coincidence. That was his first reaction to the picture. There was a logical explanation....
'How?"
He turned to Lola.
"What?" She asked, at sea.
"This person..." He trailed off.
"Omobanke?"
He nodded, not trusting himself to speak.
"My cousin. That was at another cousin's wedding. She died a few weeks after. So, I keep it."
Ishaku sank into the nearest seat, sobbing like a baby.
They were not able to carry on with the introduction that day.
But Ishaku and Lola carried on with their relationship. If anything, the knowledge that they both loved the same person pulled them closer.
They fixed another date for the introduction. This time, they expanded the scope and invited immediate family and select friends.
The traditional speeches were made and Ishaku was formally accepted and welcomed to the family by Lola's parents.
Drinks and food were being unleashed when a convertible drove into the compound.
Shined-to-reflection, alligator skin Gucci shoes came out first, to test the ground. Then their owner followed. A black, kaftan-clad, six-foot-something hunk who looked like money.
As he approached where Ishaku and Lola were seated, he took off his dark shades.
Lola made a sound like she was choking and passed out.
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