Post Traumatic Stress Disorder: My Experience and Ways to Deal with it


Hi Guys. It’s been a minute. Yeah yeah. This time, I’m not downplaying it… Asides the sequel I’ve been running on the blog, I haven’t posted in a few weeks. Which isn’t so bad considering where I was last year but not so great as well since I’ve been posting at least once a week. Not a lot has happened but I’ll spill what’s up. So I had a 2-week leave from work about 3 weeks ago. I’m entitled to one month of leave during my one year internship programme and I decided to split mine into two parts of 2 weeks each. I had my first leave last year which makes this the last. I’m not sad about it, because I’m finishing my internship on May 1st. Whoop! Whoop! To be honest, I’m both excited and anxious because of NYSC. But let’s leave that for another post.

I travelled back to Owo in Ondo State last week Monday (if you’ve been following my blog posts, you’d know this is where I’ve been undergoing my internship programme) and during the journey, I decided on sharing my experience with you. I’m sure you’re wondering what’s there to share? Well, not the journey but my experience with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). It occurred to me that there might be other people who have had or are undergoing PTSD but are not sure how to talk about it mostly because they think they’re alone so I decided to talk about it on here in order to make them realize they’re not alone.


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Post Traumatic Stress Disorder is an anxiety stress disorder that can develop after experiencing or witnessing a traumatic event, or learning that a traumatic event has happened to a loved one. It is a psychological reaction which manifests after a traumatic event. For an event to be classified as traumatic, a person has to have witnessed, experienced or been confronted with actual or threatened death or serious injury or a threat to the physical integrity of themselves or others. The person’s response MUST involve intense fear, helplessness or horror.

The major symptoms of PTSD include but are not limited to:

1. Continually reliving the traumatic event or having nightmares about it.

2. Involuntary or conscious avoidance of things that remind the victim of the traumatic event.

3. Being on the look-out for a danger that isn’t present.

There are a bunch load of symptoms that are a lot more specific to individuals and I dropped links below for further reading.

Examples of traumatic events include:

1. Experiencing or witnessing natural disasters.

2. Violent crimes such as kidnapping, physical abuse, assault or murder of a loved one.

3. Being involved in or witnessing a car accident.

4. Undergoing a major surgery.

5. Chronic physical or sexual abuse.

Sometime last year, I was involved in what could have been a fatal road accident. I had travelled to Ibadan for the weekend and was heading back to Owo when one of the car’s tyre flew off in full speed. Immediately, the car started spinning for a few minutes and flipped on its side before going back on its wheels. During this period, I was very scared but somehow I remained calm. There was a lot of screaming from the other passengers but my instant response was to pray. When the car finally came to a halt in a ditch, that’s when I felt the shock from the event. Thankfully no one was hurt, except for the driver who strained a muscle in his arm while trying to control the steering wheel.

The week following the incident, I was still in shock. I became so withdrawn and sullen. I kept having flashbacks of the incident and saw life in a whole new perspective. Prior to this, I had been travelling home about twice in a month but after what happened, I didn’t travel nowhere for the next 3 months. Eventually, when I had to go on a 45 minutes journey to Akure, I had a panic attack for most part of it and even ended up breaking down in tears at some point due to the horrific flashbacks and paranoid imaginations the journey triggered. It’s gotten a lot better now but I don’t think I can ever really get over it. I can no longer travel without blocking out the car’s noise with music in addition to praying all the way.


Treatment usually comprises different types of psychotherapy as well as medications to manage symptoms.

An evidence-based treatment for PTSD is Cognitive Behavioural Therapy (CBT). The concept behind CBT is that our thoughts affect how we feel which invariably affect how we behave or respond to certain situations. Our thoughts, feelings and behaviour can influence one another to create a cycle. So, If we consciously program our minds to think positive (about a situation that would normally be accompanied with lots of negative thoughts), these positive thoughts will have a positive influence on our responses and behaviour in that situation.


But let’s be practical with a lot of consideration to our environment, visiting a Clinical Psychologist is uncommon in this part of the world (except in severe cases). As a matter of fact, it is avoided as much as possible. In my case, immediately I started having flashbacks and paranoia, I had a pretty clear picture of the diagnosis yet I didn’t go to see one (well for me, I knew it will pass with time) but ideally I should have gone to see one. So I’m in no way discouraging anyone suffering from PTSD from seeking medical attention, I’m only trying to be realistic. So in event of all these, how does one cope with PTSD and inevitably get better?

Time! They say time heals all things (including PTSD). The fact is that it gets better with time. The amount of flashbacks I had immediately after the accident has reduced drastically now. Although, I still get very paranoid when I’m about to embark on any journey via a public vehicle but I’m handling it a lot better than I was some months ago.

Talk to someone! They say a problem shared is a problem half solved right? Taking to someone helps me a great deal. Every time I get paranoid prior to a journey or on a journey, I talk to someone who understands and can help me get over the paranoia.

Prayer! I never underestimate the power of prayer. This is the most important in my opinion. Prior to the accident, I prayed about everything no matter how mundane. So it was only natural for me to talk to God to help me get past the flashbacks, the paranoia and panic attacks. I can’t tell you how much peace I feel after praying each time I’m having a panic attack while on a journey. Prayers work.

Think Positive! Whenever I start having negative thoughts related to the incident, I try to get rid of those thoughts and replace them with positive thoughts and imaginations that will put me at ease. This helps me in most case and is an example of employing the concept of CBT.

Relaxation techniques like deep breathing exercises, yoga, massage and mediation can help one get past PTSD as well. I mostly use deep breathing exercise technique when I’m getting a panic attack and it works like magic.

I hope this reaches someone who needs it. I’d love to see your comments below. Have you experienced PTSD or do you know someone who has? How did you/they get past it? If there’s anything you’d like to add, please I’d be glad to read.

Wish you a lovely week Guys.



Convocation: The Struggle of a Slay Queen


*Slides in on a hoverboard* Hullo! Yeah, it’s me. Who else has got a good dramatic entrance game like I do?! *winks* How’re you doing? Good yeah?! In this post, I shared a couple of my convocation pictures with you. Now, I’m here to give you the full gist. My convocation was over a month ago so I hope I remember all the juicy gist. Hol’up! There’s no juicy gist o, before I trigger someone’s amebo mode *lol*.

I finished school last year December and had my induction ceremony in February this year-you can click here to read about it. The University of Ibadan’s Convocation ceremony always falls on the same week as her Founder’s day hence the delay. I had completely forgotten about it (because I felt my induction ceremony was enough) until a friend of mine mentioned it and I realized it was gonna be around the same time I’d be in Ibadan for my 2-week leave. So I thought “Why not go since you’re already gonna be in IB?”

I had about 2 weeks notice thus the planning begun. What to wear? To beat my face or not? Should I use one of my heels or get a new one? I was edging towards not beating my face mostly because of the weather and I perspire a lot besides having an oily skin but my sister threatened to disown me, so I was left with no other choice. I decided to sew my dress in a bid to avoid the stress I underwent on the search for my induction outfit (which was ruined after the first wash, thankfully after my induction). Teti─my friend; who’s undergoing her internship here and is also a UI alumna─and I contacted Ibilola; a final year medical student in the College of Medicine, University of Ibadan and sent our measurements. I was going for something decent, hot and classy. It was a struggle picking a style as I find the whole searching for a style to sew very stressful but I got help from Teti and I ended up merging two different outfits (a dress I liked but didn’t want the sleeves design because of the heat and a sleeve design from another dress). Do you do that too? Let me know in the comment section.

I travelled to IB on Saturday and immediately went shoe-shopping. I decided to sleep over in UCH the night before convocation to make getting my makeup done easier as we were expected to be seated at the hall by 7.30am (Can you imagine?! Were they expecting us to start our makeup by 4am? *smh*). It also made it convenient to pick up my dress the previous night. You guys ehn, my dress was on point! Dayum! It was… *swallows saliva* I’ll just include pictures below.

On the D-day, I got to Utyliciouz’s by 4.30am (Yes! I had to be there that early, even though my appointment was for 7am because she had other clients booked before then). I finished my makeup around 8am (Yes o, I was 30 minutes late and I wasn’t gonna kill myself *shrugs*), got to the University of Ibadan Conference Centre, took some pictures and went in. But before we could go in, there were officials that had to check us in, literally. I found it so cute. Let me explain, so they ensured our sashes were properly worn and then helped pin it properly. I really did find it cute and it made me proud of my Alma mater (*chants* Greatest UI!!!).

I found the ceremony very interesting and was glad I showed up even though my family and friends weren’t in attendance because I didn’t think it necessary as they were present for my induction ceremony. I also united with my classmates and lots of picture taking, snapchatting, whatapp story updating and stuff went down. I took some professional pictures after the ceremony, got invited to some after-parties and I had an outing spring up as well but sadly I couldn’t attend any as I had a lot of stuff to do at home.

Oh! Did I mention how glad I was that my sister threatened me?! Yass! Utyliciouz understands and gets my face so well that I barely oiled out. Although, I also carried along a handfan for protection *lol*. So I went for a light coverage look with dark lips and she beat my face to slayage. She’s done my makeup a number of times though (you can check them out on her Instagram page) but I’d have to say my convocation look is my favorite so far.


Would you guys wanna see a “before” picture? Please say “No”. Most “before” pictures have a way of looking super horrible *sighs*. While I deliberate on whether to post one or not, I almost forgot to mention how I struggled with the decision on whether to wear a wig or use my natural hair although someone was kind enough to weave my hair into cornrows the previous night. I also asked her to apply Eco Styler Gel so it’d come out curly if I did go with my hair but after I tried on the wig with my makeup on fleek the following day, I decided “Wig it is!” coupled with the fact that I was running late and had no time to loosen the cornrows and style my hair. I’ll drop pictures of me in cornrows (he he) and a wig.

Now to the dress, I’ll won’t say too much. I’ll just include the pictures below. Talking about pictures, August55Media is the B O M B ! ! ! I loved all my pictures. Trying to select which to show you guys was a herculean task. I’m not even exaggerating, they perfectly captured moments I didn’t even realize existed.



Do you guys see what’s going on here? Why would you check a lady’s butt at the risk of getting caught on camera? *smh*


Can you tell it turned into a lowkey modelling session?


This is one of favs.

Dress by Genteel by Lola.

Okay fine, one more? Just one more. Okay two more. *smiling sheepishly*

I still can’t get enough of these pictures… *covers face* All photo credit goes to August55Media

So, do you think it is necessary to attend one’s convocation ceremony? If you attended your convocation, kindly share how it went in the comment section. I will be glad to read it. Did you throw a big party or run off to some quiet place? If you didn’t attend yours, share your reasons with me. Also, tell me what you think about my dress, did I nail it? *winks*

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P.S: Did you notice I escaped sharing a “before” picture? *giggling* And you guys forgot about it *tongue out* If you didn’t, head over to Utyliciouz page, drop a comment on what you think about my “before” picture. Don’t forget to mention me in your comment so I’ll receive a notification.

Her Adopted Baby’s Daddy: Chapter 8

Well, it’s been days since the dinner and it’s starting to look like Ceaser has upped and run. I mean, who could blame him.

It definitely took a long time before he came to his senses and decided that, so far so good, Ivy and I aren’t what he wants.

I’m just a little sad cause Ivy keeps missing ‘Dada’.

I sighed as I tried to get my head into getting my work done.

Knock! Knock!

“Come in” I said, still focused on the papers on my desk.

“You never take a break” I looked up to see Andy.

I smiled at her.


“C’mon get your ass up. We’re going for lunch” she said.

“It’s lunch already?” I asked checking my wristwatch.

“Yep” she said.

“Darn, I lost track of time” I said rearranging the papers on my desk.

“Or yourself” I heard her mumble.

“I heard that” I said.

She smirked at me.

“What about Sofi?” I asked taking my purse.

“Ordering for us and she’s got Ivy with her” she said.

“Right. Let’s go” I said then we walked out of my office and went to join Sofia in the restaurant opposite the company.

“What did we miss?” Andy asked Sofi as we joined her.

We always sit by the glass wall cause it just feels nice.

“Hey beautiful” I picked Ivy out of her carrier and kissed her everywhere as she giggled.

“Momma” she said.

I smiled at her.

“Soo, I heard Mr. Thompson hasn’t been to work since Monday. Which is very unusual” Sofi said.

“Maybe he’s just taking care of his other companies” Andy said.

“Or he had some family matters to tend to” I suggested “Why am I even adding to this. It’s none of our business”.

“Not fair” Sofi said “You take away the fun from everything” She sighed.

“That’s just typical Jules. Party pooper-Buzz kill-Fun ruiner Jules” Andy said.

“You need a man in your life” Sofi said.

At that, Ceaser came to mind and I couldn’t help but smile.

“Huhu, somebody’s glowing” Andy said.

“I’m not” I said still playing with Ivy in my arms.

“That’s what the guilty ones always say” Sofi said.

I looked at her, shocked.

She was always on my side. What happened?

I kept glancing at both of them, back and forth.

“Okay. Maybe” I finally said after the stare-down contest.

“Hee” Sofi squeal as she clapped her hands.

“Spill it” Andy said.

I sighed.

“I met him the night we had the sleepover at your place”.

“Wait” Sofi said “Is it the same hottie that dropped you off. The stranger?” She asked.

“The one and only” I said.

“You two have been seeing each other?” Andy asked.

“Well…kinda. Not really” I said.

“Which is it?” Andy asked.

“Just a couple of times” I said.

“And you didn’t bother to mention it to us?” Sofi asked.

“I didn’t think it was gonna go beyond him coming over to the apartment” I said.

“Whoaaa!” Andy said “Stop and rewind. He’s been over to your place?” Andy asked.

“Well seems like he’s done more than go to her place” Sofi added.

Well, Sofi seems to be paying more attention.

“Okay. He came over the next day after dropping us over at your place. Then he came a few other times and we went out to dinner on Friday” I said.

“And?” Andy and Sofi asked.

“And nothing. I haven’t spoken to or seen him since then. Looks like he can’t handle it.” I said with a little frown “But he was soo good with Ivy. That’s the one thing that made me like him…apart from the sexual tension” I stopped.

“Wow! He really got to you” Andy said.

“Just a little” I said not wanting to meet their gaze.

“Uh-hun” Sofi said.

“Okay, maybe a lot” I said truthfully.

Andy and Sofi chuckled. I sighed heavily.

“So what are you gonna do now?” Sofi asked.

I shook my head.

“I don’t know.”


Later in the day. Few hours before closing for the day Alice walked in.

“Jules” she called when I didn’t look at her.

“Yes?” I looked up at her and saw her with a box “Who is that for?”

“You” she said.

“Me?” I was confused.

“Yes” she placed it on my desk “It just came in.”

“Okay. Thanks” I said.

“Just doing my job” she said and left.

I picked the box and placed it in front of me. I took the lid off and there was a piece of neatly folded paper lying there. I picked it and unfolded it.


It read.

I’m sorry for taking so long to reach out to you since the dinner. I don’t have an excuse but please, forgive me?

I’d love to take you out tomorrow evening. I’ll pick you up by 8:30 pm.


P.S: Wear this.

I peeled out a red dress from the box. It was breath taking.

What do I do?

I made my way to the children’s section after I was done for the day, for the week.

“Momma’s here” Sofi said when she saw me. Ivy smiled when she saw me

“Momma” she squealed.

“That’s one big box you got there” Andy said

“It’s from him” I smiled.

Andy’s eyes widened as she snatched the box from me. I took Ivy from Sofi while she joined Andy in raiding the box.

After reading the note, they pulled the dress out. As I expected, it rendered them speechless.

“I am so jealous right now” Sofi said.

“So? Are you gonna go?” Andy asked.

“Of course she’s gonna go” Sofi answered for me “She has to go.”

“Right” Andy said.

“Guys I’m right here” I notified them “And I’m still thinking about it” I continued.

“What’s there to think about?” Andy asked.

“From what the note says, I can tell it’s a couple’s thing and I can’t leave Ivy at home” I said.

“Jules, you need to live for once. We get that Ivy is in your life now, but you can’t just cut back on everything you want. For once just take what you get and enjoy it” Sofi said.

Andy and Sofi looked at each other then back at me.

“We’d love to babysit Ivy” Andy said.

“You’re welcome” Sofi said.

I smiled.

“Have I told you guys I love you?”

“Only like a million and one time” Sofi said.

“We’ll be at your place by seven” Andy said.

“Thanks guys” I said.

“Thank us tomorrow” Sofi said “Now get out.”

I smiled at them and left the office with Ivy and the box.


“I’m coming” I yelled for the fifth time making my way to the door “Hold your horses” I said as I opened the door.

“We heard that” Sofi said as she and Andy made their way inside my apartment.

“Hello Ivy” “Hey sweetie” Andy and Sofi said to Ivy in my arms. Andy took her from me as they walked inside to the living room.

“I thought you guys were gonna bail on me” I said as I shut the door and followed behind them

“Way to go” Sofi said “So much for confidence in your friends”

I pursed my lips.

“Now go get ready” Andy said

“Yes ma’am” I said and made my way to my room, to the bathroom to freshen up before I got dressed.

Today had been soo…, I don’t know. I just always found myself thinking of the outing with Ceaser tonight and now it’s finally here. Ivy and I went to the park as usual; I guess that was the only time I didn’t think about him.

I dried my body with the towel and put on my lace lavender underwear. I opened the box which was on my bed, removed the red gown and slipped it on. After I zipped up, I noticed the zip stopped at the bottom of my spine. The back was that low and my back was naked. The front was simple but elegant. The neck was high it covered my chest but only left my collar bone in sight. It was fitted to my waist then it fell in place on my body.

I combed my hair and rolled it stylishly up on my head and I left some tendrils in place.

I put some eye liner, mascara and red lipstick. I put on my favourite nude killer heels. I took a simple nude clutch to compliment the look and I looked at myself in the mirror.

I haven’t looked this nice in like forever.

“Jules it’s almost tim…” Andy was cut mid sentence when she saw me “Wow!”

Sofi entered with Ivy and she paused at the door when she saw me.


“You look…amazing” Andy said.

“Thanks” I said.

“Let’s see if Ceaser will be able to hold back now” Sofi said.

Andy and I laughed.

There was a knock. I picked up my wrist watch. It was 8:24 pm. Of course, trust Ceaser to be on time. I placed the wrist watch on my wrist.

“Should I check who it is?” Andy asked

“No” I said “I’m ready. You guys should take care” I kissed Ivy “Goodnight pumpkin.”

“Have fun” Sofi called as I left the room.

“See you guys later” I said.

“Or tomorrow” I heard Andy say.

“I heard that” I called out and I heard them laugh.

I picked my phone and the key the apartment. I left one for Sofi and Andy.

To be continued

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Her Adopted Baby’s Daddy: Chapter 7

We were half way through the food. Ivy was back on my lap. I fed her the mashed potatoes and minced meat while I cut through my steak.

“You said it was also scary?” He said “How?”

I looked at him. Clearly shaken up with the way he brought it up.

“Hmm, well…” I swallowed “…It’s safe to predict people’s actions, cause you know what’s coming and what to expect from them. But unpredictable people are scary to be around.”

I looked at him “You never know what to expect from them. They do things you never think they’d do. They surprise you in many ways, both good and bad. So for me, even though it’s fun to be around unpredictable people for a while, but not knowing what to expect from them scares me.”

He sat there just looking at me. Then he smiled.

“So you like being around me even though it scares you” he said.

I nodded slowly.

“I’ve not known you for long but the way you are when Ivy is around, the way you treat her, it makes me happy”. I smiled at him.

“I’ve avoided dating since my last relationship ended – tragically” I added. “And after I adopted Ivy, the what-I-call-suitors just…fled” I said. “No man wants to date a single mom.”


“Ivy’s adopted?” That’s all he asked.

I looked at him.

Did I just say that?

Oh well, Jules keep running your mouth to a stranger.

Good job.

Well done.

“Hmm, yes” That’s all I could say.

“When?” He asked.

“It’s almost a year” I said trying to hold back.

“She’s a year old right?” He asked again.

“Yes” I said “She just clocked one a few weeks ago” I added.

He nodded.

“Well, from what you said, I don’t actually like children, they make me irritated. But Ivy? Ivy’s special. She’s not like other kids. She’s just…right” he sighed. I smiled looking at Ivy playing with a toy I brought along.

“She is” I sighed. “She’s the only family I have left. I never want to lose her. My prayer everyday is for God to let her be mine forever.”

I looked at him. Something flicked in his eyes but it went quickly.

“I know it’s selfish. I know her biological parents might want her back someday…but I can’t give her up. Not now, not ever. I love her…and she is mine, no matter what our DNA says”.

He was silent.

We finished dinner then he drove us home.

“Thanks for dinner tonight” I said when we arrived at my house “I enjoyed it…and the company.”

He smiled looking at me.

“I did too.”


“I should…” I said.

“Yea” he opened the back seat and carried the carrier where Ivy was sleeping peacefully. We walked to my door and I unlocked it.

“Well…” I turned to him taking the carrier “…goodnight.”

“Goodnight” he said.

I smiled at him, entered the house and shut the door behind me.

I locked the door and went upstairs to Ivy’s room. I carried her out of the carrier gently and placed her in her crib. I didn’t want to disturb her, so I left her clothes on. I removed the headband and her shoes, kissed her cheek and left the room.

I went to mine which was beside hers. I took my clothes off and got into my nightie. I washed my make up off then I got into bed with a smile on my face.

I was so tired.

Ceaser’s POV

I didn’t know what to think or what next to do. My next move was jumbled up in my head due to some facts I learnt about Jules tonight or maybe it was because of the weird feelings I have for her.

I was beyond confused about the whole situation. This wasn’t part of my plan. I didn’t want to get emotionally involved and I was.

No need denying that.

I called John immediately. I was on my way back home after dropping off Jules and Ivy.

“Sir?” He said after he answered the phone.

“You didn’t give me the full information about my daughter’s guardian” I told him.

“I was gonna tell you everything but you…”

“I want that file tomorrow. Make sure it’s up to date. I want everything you can get on her. Who she’s with every second of the day, I also want the police records on her. Parking tickets, jail time and the rest.”

“You want to start piling her information to make a case?” He asked.

“No” I answered.

“Cause it doesn’t look like she’s had a second of jail time” he said.

Of course I knew that.

“I just want everything you have on her!” I snapped at him and ended the call.

I sighed.

I needed to get my head straight. I have to stop thinking about her. She always had a way of sneaking into my head, into my thoughts and it wasn’t helping the situation, ‘my’ situation.

What was going on with me? It hasn’t even been a month and I’m feeling this way about her. How will I feel once the month is over?

To be honest, I have no idea what I feel for her. I just know when’s she around I get all messed up. My insides feel mushy and gooey.

WTF am I saying? Where the heck are these words coming from?

I pulled into my drive way and switched the engine off. I sighed and tried to clear my thoughts before I entered my house but then I picked up her scent.


She always smelled of vanilla. And now my goddamn car was smelling of vanilla.

Well, how the heck am I suppose to clear my thoughts off her if my goddamn car smells of her.

Well good for me.

I got out of the car, slammed the door shut – angrily – and went into the house.

Wish me luck in getting some sleep.

I really really need it.


John brought the file in the morning and I had just finished reading it.

She’s an only child. She graduated with a 4.0 GPA and was the top of her class in the University. Moved here when she got her job. Broke up with her boyfriend for sleeping with her roommate – sonofabitch. Her parents visited her often especially during holidays. She also went home once in a while. Her parents died in a plane crash on their way back home after visiting her. Since then, her social life which wasn’t that social became zero. She worked harder than before which earned her a lot of promotions. She lost herself in her work.

Then 5-6 months after her parents’ death. She decided to adopt a child; she finalized everything and got full custody of an orphan.

I clenched my jaw at that.

Ivy would never be an orphan. She had me – in a way.

I didn’t know what to do with the information I had. Oh and well, she was clean, as expected.

I wonder how she handled her parents’ death.

Oh stop this bullsh*t Ceaser!

I mentally scolded myself.

Is there a word for how confusing this confusion has become more confusing than I’ve ever been confused in my life?

Believe me…it’s more confusing than that.

I snapped out of my thoughts when my phone rang.

“Mum?” I said into the phone.

“You keep forgetting you have a mother don’t you?” She asked.

“How would I ever forget” I said.

“Ceaser we’re worried about you” I could sense that sadness again “There’s a charity ball at the McGraw’s next weekend. I want you to be there.”


“I’m not asking Ceaser” she said “And I invited Brittany Murphy.”

“Mum, if you want me to come, you’ll have to let me bring someone” I told her.

“Cause I know you have no one, so I invited her.”

“Mum, I’ll bring someone.”

“Really?” She sounded shocked.

“Yes mum.”

“Okay. And your father wants to talk to you about the company you just bought.”

“How the heck does he know about that?”

“Your father has had his ears stuck to the ground since Bea” she said.

Well, it wasn’t also my dad. Mum has also been trying to hook me up with every girl she thought suitable for me since Bea died.

My family’s gone mental all because of me.

“Okay. I’ll see you next weekend” I told her.

“Okay honey. Say hi to your lady friend” she said before she hung up.

Now how the heck am I suppose to tell this to Jules. I needed to avoid her for a couple of days to get my head straight.

This was gonna be a long week.

Jules’ POV

On Saturday, I took Ivy to the park as usual. She was on the verge of learning how to walk. Which wouldn’t be easy cause once she learns how to walk; she wouldn’t want to do anything but walk.

I thought as I watched her share her toys with another toddler.

Today while I got her ready for the park she asked for ‘Dada’. In the morning too.

What has Ceaser done to her? I thought.

Her Adopted Baby’s Daddy: Chapter 6

Jules’ POV

Well today was totally different from my other days at work. I’m totally happy and at rest that I finished attending to those files. It would have been a nightmare. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep without thinking about it, if I hadn’t finished it.

I sighed.

Well, it’s done.

I was planning on cooking while Ivy was in the living room where I could monitor her, playing with her dolls when I heard a knock.

Who could it be?

Andy or Sofi didn’t say anything about coming over.

I dropped everything I held in my hands and went to the door to check out who it was.

I heard the knock again as I picked Ivy and placed her on my hip and went to the door.

“I’m coming” I called and reached the door.

I opened it and his eyes captured mine.

“Dada” Ivy said when she saw who it was. She immediately untangled her arms around me and stretched them towards ‘Dada’.

“Hey” he stepped in and took her from me. “How are you munchkin?” He asked her.

Ivy grinned and made a cute giggle sound.

I watched as he took her into the living room without even giving me another glance.

“Well, come on in” I said as I slammed the door.

I made my way into the living room and I stopped at the sight before me. Ivy was lying on the couch as Ceaser tickled her. Her laugh was so loud and cute, I thought she’d choke. I felt myself smile.

Ceaser acknowledged my presence then. He looked at me as he picked Ivy.

“Hey” he said smiling at me.

My smile grew wider.

“For a moment there…” I said pointing at the door with my right thumb”… I thought you didn’t see me”.

“Sorry, I just got caught up with this cutie right here” he said, smiling at Ivy.

How in the world would the idea of a guy giving my daughter more attention than me make my heart overflow with joy and happiness.

It made me more satisfied than the idea of giving me more attention and neglecting Ivy.

Somehow I found it…sexy.

“I don’t mean to sound rude or anything but what are you doing here?” I asked, trying not to sound rude.

“I told you I was gonna come pick you up for dinner” he said.

“What?!” I was surprised.

“Dinner.” He said.

“B-But I thought it was for another time, another day” I said clearly confused.

“No darling” he said flashing that smile that makes my knees buckle. And the endearment made my heart flutter.

“I’m sorry. I can’t.” I said sadly.

“Why not?” His brows creased.

I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Wondering if he was seriously asking me that.

“Just to be sure, you do know I have a daughter, right?” I asked.

“Hm, yeah” he said looking confused. He waited for me to go further but obviously I was also doing the same.

“So how does that affect dinner?” he asked.

“Are you kidding?” I asked seriously.

Was he for real?

“No I’m not” he said “Look, it would be great to go to dinner with you…but it’ll also be much more fun if Ivy came along.”

I was dumb struck. Who is this guy?

“You should probably get ready” he said.

“Oh. Right” I said getting up from the chair I didn’t know I sat on, it was probably when I was confused. I went to take Ivy from him.

“Where are you taking her?” he asked.

“She might be a child, but she’s also a lady. You don’t expect her to go to dinner with her play cloth, do you?”


“This will probably take long, so make yourself comfortable” I said as I left.

“Take your time” I heard him call out.

It’s a good thing Ivy and I showered after we got back from the office which wasn’t that long ago.

I went into Ivy’s room which was beside mine. I took her cute pale pink dress that was plain bit had a tiny band at the waist. I took off her play cloth and replaced it with the dress. I tidied her hair and placed a headband. I packed extra diapers in a bag with baby powder, lotion and sanitizer among other things.

I picked her and the bag and went to the living room.

Ceaser got up when I entered the living room.

“My princess is looking adorable” he said to Ivy.

“Could you please keep her company while I get changed”.

“Of course” he took Ivy from me. I placed the bag on the couch and went into my room to get ready.

I took out a straight dress from my closet which was just like Ivy’s gown only it was dark blue. I combed my hair and let it cascade past my shoulders. I applied mascara and some lipstick. I wore my nude pumps and picked up my black clutch.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror.

I sighed and then went down to join them. I got to the kitchen.

“I’m done” I called out to Ceaser who was laughing at probably something Ivy was doing.

“Okay” I saw him get up as I picked my phone and my car keys from the kitchen counter and joined them.

“Wow” I heard Ceaser say.

I looked up at him to find him checking me out from toe to head. I felt my body tingle under his gaze.

“You look…a-amazing” he said.

I smiled “Thanks” I picked Ivy’s bag and looked at him.

“Ready?” He asked.

“Yea” I said “Let’s go” I went ahead and l opened the door. I shut and locked it behind me. Ceaser waited at the bottom stairs for me. “Oh. Do you have space for her carrier?” I asked him.

“Yeah” he said

“Okay. Hold on a second.” I said and went to my car to remove Ivy’s carrier from the back seat. I locked the car and went to Ceaser’s car. I placed the carrier in the back seat and shut the door. I took Ivy from Ceaser as he opened the door for me. I got in.


I watched him round the car to the driver’s seat. He got in and started the engine.

He looked at me with a smile on his lips. I smiled back and faced Ivy who was playing with the hem of her dress.

Ceaser drove off.

“So where are we going?” I asked a minute later.

“We’re going to eat” he said sarcastically.

“I know that” I snorted “But where?”

He glanced at me.

“It’s for me to know, and for you to find out”.

“Fine” I said and left it at that.

Ceaser finally pulled up in front of a restaurant. He got out and came round to open the door for me.

“Thanks” I got out of the car with Ivy clutching my shoulder “I’m gonna need her carrier”.

“I’ll get it” he said and took the carrier from the back seat. “Let’s go”

I felt his hand on the small of my back. It sent a shiver down my spine.

“Good evening Mr…” a lady said.

“Thank you” Ceaser said before she could end her greeting, “A table for three”.

“Right this way, sir” The lady said and showed us inside the restaurant. She led us to a secluded corner of the restaurant. “Your waiter will be with you shortly”.

“Thank you” I said when I realised Ceaser wasn’t gonna say anything. Ceaser placed the carrier on a seat while he pulled out another one for me to seat on.

“Thank you” I said.

“Why do you always thank everyone for every tiny gesture?” He asked after he sat down.

“Cause it’s polite” I said.

“Good evening.” I heard someone say beside us “I’ll be your waiter” he said as he handed us the menu.

I smiled at him as he handed me mine.

“What would you like to order?” He said.

I scanned the menu for what Ivy could eat.

“Jules what would you like?” Ceaser asked.

“Uh” I finally decided “I’ll have a steak with mashed potatoes and minced meat by the side” I said and looked up to see Ceaser smiling and staring at me.

“And you sir?” The waiter said.

“I’ll have a steak” he said.

We handed the menu back to him.

“It’ll take a while” he said and left.

“Dada” Ivy who had been making baby sounds since finally spoke. She was looking and stretching her hands towards Ceaser.

“Hey darling” he said as he scooped her away from me.

“You really have a lot of endearments for her” I said.

“Why wouldn’t I?” He asked “She deserves all of them. Although, I’m trying to fine the perfect one”.

I smiled.

“Who are you?” I asked suddenly.

He looked away from Ivy at me.

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve been waiting for the moment you’d take off, but you still haven’t” I said “You just intrigue me”.

“Is that a good thing?” He asked.

I smiled and nodded.

“But it’s also scary” I said.

The waiter came with our food then.

To be continued

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Jane Catherine Lanett is a first year engineering student in SHUATS, Allahabad. She dreams and makes up stories of hot American/British/Greek/Italian guys.

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She wrote her first book when she was 8 years old. “The Beginning of The End” is the third book she’s written but the first one she published on wattpad.

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Her Adopted Baby’s Daddy: Chapter 5

I watched as he gently placed Ivy in her crib. Then walked out without making any noise. I switched the lights off and went to the living room to join Ceaser.

“I’m sorry about all…” I was about saying.

“No please. It was fun.” He said, interrupting me once again. “She actually seems like she knows what she’s doing”.

“I know right” I said. “I’ve always thought all this was a dream. That I’ll finally wake up and she’ll be like all those other kids that cry over everything and are so stubborn”.

“But she isn’t” he said.

“Exactly” I said “It’s like she’s done with all those childish things and…”

“…can’t wait to grow up” he said.

I looked at him and saw him smiling. He looked at me.

“What?” He asked.

I shook my head and sighed “You just get it”.

His smile disappeared slowly as the tension grew. We just stared into each other’s eyes and it was like we were frozen in time. His eyes grew darker and my heart was going at thousand beats per minute. The tension became palpable and you could cut it with a knife.

The funny thing was, I knew he felt it and I also knew he knew I felt it too. But we weren’t even moving.

He wasn’t going to do anything about it.

I cleared my throat when I forced myself out of the haze.

“I should probably go” he finally said.

“Yeah, of course.” I led the way to the door and opened it. He walked out and stopped. He turned to look at me.

“Goodnight Jules” he said.

“Goodnight” I said and shut the door not wanting to watch him leave before I did something stupid like call him back and kiss the living soul out of him.

I went to bed waiting patiently for sleep to take me. But obviously it didn’t since I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened.

I sighed and closed my eyes.

Ceaser’s POV

I didn’t get much sleep last night because of what happened yesterday. The tension in the room was just too much. I had never had to deal with so much tension with anyone before.

I had stayed in the office all morning thinking of what to do, how to start and so many other things.

Every time I tried getting some work done, she pops into my mind. I can’t get my head straight at all.

Then finally, lunch break came and I had a plan to get her off my mind. I picked my phone, told my PA to cancel my schedule for the rest of the day and I got into the elevator and pressed the number to her floor.

Jules’ POV

Today was no different. As usual it was work, work, work. I had a lot of files to go through on my desk. I had to finish them today cause starting from tomorrow is a weekend and I don’t like resuming Monday morning to deal with last week’s work. So I had to finish all of these today, even if it means staying late. I’d just have to tell Miranda to take Ivy with her.

I checked the time and it was 12:37. I’d told my assistant to go for her lunch break. I didn’t want her staying behind just because I was.

I was so immersed in what I was doing. I didn’t want to get distracted. Then someone knocked on my door.

“Alice, didn’t I tell you to go for lunch?” I said still focusing on the files in front of me.

“And what about you?” I heard a sexy husky male voice ask.

I looked up to find the man that hunted my dreams last night. Yeah, I dreamt about him. This morning I woke up wet…more like drenched.

And just so you know, I’m not talking about sweat.

He was wearing a dark grey suit this time. His hair was…sighs. All I wanted to do was run my hands through his hair or better still tug at it as he made sweet love to…

Oh My God. What is happening to me?

He smiled at me.

“Like what you see, Ms. Jenna?” He asked as he shut the door and proceeded to my desk.

“Hmm, what are you doing here?” I asked, surprised to see him here.

“I came to see you” he said plainly.

“But how do you know where I work?” I asked.

“I have my ways Ms. Jenna” he smiled.

I smiled back.

“Why aren’t you on your lunch break?” He asked casually.

“Hmm…” I looked back at the files, then at him “…I can’t” I said.

“Why not?” He asked without giving away his emotions.

If he had one.

“I have to be done with these files before I leave today, and taking a lunch break wouldn’t help” I said.

“You could always take them home with you” he suggested.

“Oh no. Weekends are for Ivy and I, no work involved and I hate keeping them over the weekend”.

I could have sworn I saw his eyes glistening. But it disappeared as fast as it came.

“Bummer” he said placing his hands on my desk and staring at me intently.

“Why is that?” I asked.

“I would have loved to take you out” he said, leaning down to me.

My breath caught at how close we were. I could count his lashes. His eyes glared into my soul. His eyes darkened to a darker shade of grey. My lips dried cause of my raging breath. I moistened it with my tongue and his eyes went from my eyes down to where my tongue moved across my lips. Then after a second of me wetting my lips, his eyes met mine again.

The tension was back…this time in double folds.

Slowly he brought his face closer and closer to mine till we shared the same air and my eyes drifted close.

I felt his lips brush my cheek.

“I’ll pick you up for dinner” he said with that voice of his that made my heart do a back flip and a cart wheel.

Finally I opened my eyes to see him walking towards my door. He opened the door and turned to look at me. He smiled and winked at me before he went out my office.

Oh, he was such a jerk. Leaving me like this. Putting me in this embarrassing position.

He said something about dinner?

He was gonna get it.

Ceaser’s POV

I left her office with a smile plastered on my face. It was working. I counted on the seduction working, but I didn’t plan on it backfiring too.

I sighed heavily in the elevator.

I almost kissed her, not because I was seducing her, but because I wanted to. I needed to.

I just had to hold it back with all the strength I had.

This wasn’t gonna end well.

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How to Derive Happiness from Little Things

A lot of people pass through life with their sole focus on the “bigger things” and then get disappointed or even depressed if they can’t achieve those things or it’s taking a little longer than expected. In the hustle and bustle, they don’t realise one can also derive happiness from the little things that are present in our everyday lives. Are you one of such people? Are you in too much of a hurry, chasing the bigger things in life that you miss out on the little and maybe even priceless things? Have you let “life” make you oblivious to beautiful everyday joys?

Sweetheart, you need to pause right now, take a deep breath and click on the reset button or re-orient yourself. Think about the little things that you would probably notice if you weren’t so blind to them, or weren’t so much in a haste. Think about the little things that might put a smile on your face in spite of how much of a busy/bad day you’re having or might have had. Don’t be in a haste. You won’t experience happiness or even notice these little things if you are always in a hurry. Truth is, if you don’t find joy in little things, you might not in the “bigger things” either. Hell! You wouldn’t even appreciate them when they come.

I compiled a list of little things that make me feel refreshed or happy:

  1. Petrichor (the smell of rain).
  2. Rain (Oh Yes! Can you tell I’m a Pluviophile?)
  3. The sight of the moon (One of the most romantic sight ever).
  4. Cool evening breeze while taking a walk.
  5. The smell of freshly laundered clothes.
  6. Sleeping on a freshly laundered bedsheet.
  7. The taste of chocolate melting in my mouth (he he).
  8. A baby smiling, giggling or laughing.
  9. The scent of a baby.
  10. A toddler being very polite and well-mannered.
  11. The smell of Palmolive honey body wash.
  12. The feeling after posting an article.
  13. Helping someone in need.
  14. Cold water on a very hot afternoon.
  15. A message or call notification from anyone that’s dear to me.
  16. Holding a cute baby in my arms
  17. Aroma of fried beef, chicken or eggs…
  18. Friends being attentive, sweet and empowering.
  19. People that want the best for others.
  20. My mom’s daily visit (for updates/gist) to my room just before she retires for the night.
  21. My dad’s dry jokes.
  22. My sister grabbing my butt when we see after a long time.
  23. Seeing an old happy couple.
  24. A sprouting flower.
  25. Little thoughtful gestures and pleasant surprises.
  26. Early morning dew.
  27. A walk at dawn.
  28. Beautiful sceneries.

I’d have to stop right here or I might just go on and on…lol

I’d love to know what yours are, do leave your comments. If you wanna get notifications each time I put up a post, hit the subscribe button as well *winks and blows kisses*

Don’t forget to always take time to appreciate the little things in life. Make a conscious effort to do this every day and observe how it infects each day with happiness.

Wish you all a pleasant weekend.

Lots of Kisses. Jasmine

Her Adopted Baby’s Daddy: Chapter 4

Jules’ POV

Well, it’s been a few days since Mr. Good Samaritan left my house looking all disheveled. Work was still the same for me. Although the new CEO had made a few changes. So as of yesterday I no longer work at Freddie and Co. but at Thompson’s Publishing.

The name I don’t mind but him firing and replacing most of the workers isn’t fair. That’s just mean. I get that he’s doing his job but he should have given them a month’s notice or at least a week. He just upped and fired them.

How charming of him.

I also heard he was a charmer. A hot charmer at that. Well, he’s been on all the floors. Andy and Sofi just can’t stop talking about him. And believe me, it’s annoying.

I was almost done cooking when I heard a knock.

I wonder who it is?

I went to the door and opened it. When I saw who it was, I held my breath.

He looked flawless in his black suit, white shirt and a dark shade of blue tie. His hair fell in place on his head. Then as I met his eyes and saw a hint of smile on his face. That’s when I realised I was staring.

“Are you done ogling me Ms. Jenna?” He said with his husky and very masculine voice that made me swallow.

“I-I was not…” I was about saying when he interrupted.

“May I come in?” He asked.

“Oh yes please” I said as I opened the door wider. He stepped in and walked towards the living room but not before he made sure his arm brushed mine and he lingered close for a while before he proceeded into the living room.

I sighed and closed the door. The I went to join him. He was scanning the room. Then when he looked at the kitchen, I remembered the food.

“Oh shit, excuse me” I walked-ran into the kitchen and turned the gas off. Thank God it didn’t burn. I would have gone to bed without having dinner.

I finally went to the living room to join Ceaser. I smiled as his name crossed my mind.

Wait! What the heck is wrong with me and my thoughts these days?

“I’m sorry about that” I said as I sat down.

“It’s fine” he said as he just looked at me.

We looked at each other for a while till it got really uncomfortable and weird, so I snapped out of the spell he put on me.

“So, why…?”

“I’m here to apologize for my behaviour the other day” he said interrupting me again.

“Oh that? It’s nothing. It’s fine. I’m sure you had…”

“I remembered I forgot to do something really important” he said. Interrupting me once again.

“It’s really okay. I mean, I wasn’t mad or…”

“But I just…” he was about saying before I cut him off.

“You do know you haven’t let me complete a sentence” I said.

He looked surprised.

“What?” He asked.

“You haven’t let me complete a sentence since you walked through the door” I smiled.

He had a hint of smile playing on his lips.

“I’m sorry. I’m just…” he sighed “Did your food get burnt?”

“What?” Now I was surprised.

“The food. It was on the fire when I walked in.” He stated.

“Oh. No, it didn’t get burnt” I said.

“Oh. It’s a shame. I’d have loved to take you out for dinner”.

I blushed.

“You do remember that I have a daughter right?”

As if on cue, I heard Ivy crying.

“Excuse me” I got up and ran to her room.

I opened her door and as she saw me, the crying stopped.

“Momma” she said raising her hands for me to carry her.

“Hey princess” I smiled at a smiling Ivy. “Hungry?”

“Hunguwe” she said.

I smiled at the way she said it. It was so cute. I adjusted her on my hip and went back to join Ceaser.

“Ceaser I want you to meet my daughter” I said immediately I entered the living room. He got up and turned to where I was.

His face was blank then I saw something in his eyes. Like regret and love. I don’t know. Maybe I just imagined it.

I reached him and smiled.

“This is Ivy” I said.

His lips curved into a smile and soon it grew wider into a grin.

“Ivy” he said.

It was as if she heard him call her name. She looked at Ceaser and smiled. She unwrapped her tiny hands around me and stretched them towards Ceaser.

Then she said something that shocked me.


Ceaser’s POV

I stayed away from her for a few days trying to set my mind and get my head straight. It wasn’t easy at all. I had to let go of the woman I picked up in the office garage and see her for who she really was.

The woman who took my child.

I decided to set my plan in motion. She didn’t look like someone who’d give her daughter up for anything. So I was going to court her.

I’ll make her fall madly in love with me. Who could resist me after all?

Then I’ll get married to her and share equal rights to my daughter. Finally, I’ll get the best lawyers and make sure I win back my daughter before I finally divorce her.

I smiled at my plan. It was as easy as that.

I went to her house to get started. The way she drooled over me when she opened the door made me happy. Then I got her to know that I’d love to take her out. Then I heard a cry.

“Excuse me” she said and left.

I heard footsteps coming closer after a while. Then she called my name. I got up and looked at her only to see her with my daughter.

“Ceaser I want you to meet my daughter” she said after entering the living room. I just stared at the little one in her arms.

When I first saw her she was asleep in Jules’ arms. I felt something then. When I saw her the second time. She was asleep in Jules’ lap. She made my heart pound.

Those two times I never knew she was my flesh and blood. But now that I know. I was just the happiest man.

Only if Bea, hadn’t given her up. I wouldn’t have to go through this. I’d have been with my daughter. Happy and problem free.

She moved closer and smiled.

“This is Ivy” she said.

My lips curved into a smile and soon it grew wider into a grin.

This is one of the happiest day of my life. I loved the name Jules gave her.

“Ivy” I said.

It was as if she heard me call her name. She looked at me and smiled. She was so cute. She unwrapped her tiny hands around Jules and stretched them towards me.

I didn’t know what to do.

Then she said something that left me breathless and motionless.


Just one word that made my heart beat escalate and my heart filled with joy. Just that word would make my day…my life.

“I’m sorry…” Jules was saying.

“Hey” I said as I took Ivy from her. She gladly came. “How are you?” I asked thinking she’d hear me.

“Dada” she said it again and giggled lightly which made me laugh.

I sat down with her still in my arms. Ivy just stared into my eyes like she knew me. Then she tried to climb up on me. I held her in place as she pulled my tie hoping it will pull her up. Then she finally made it. Now she was standing on me with her hands in my hair tugging and twirling.

“Is it fine if she stays with you for a while? I need to make her food” I heard Jules say. I had totally forgotten about her.

“Yeah” I said, not wanting to sound too happy about it or too uncomfortable with the idea of a baby all over me.

But she was ‘my’ baby. Nobody else’s.

Ivy played with everything that caught her attention till Jules brought her food.

She carried a bowl of cereal as she entered the living room. She sat on the same couch I was but there was a little distance. That didn’t stop me from inhaling her scent immediately. It drove me wild. She smelled of coconut.

“Ivy your food’s ready” she said to Ivy who was on my lap.

Ivy crawled out of my lap towards Jules. Jules carried her and placed her on her lap facing me.

She picked the bowl up and took a spoon full of the cereal and brought it near Ivy’s mouth. Ivy opened up and once the cereal was in her mouth she chewed on it before she swallowed, which took a while.

My heart clenched at the sight before me. Sometimes Jules would have to say ‘Ahh’ before Ivy opened up for her. I was too caught up at the sight before me I didn’t realise I was smiling like a complete idiot.

“Ivy open up, few more spoons” Jules told Ivy as she placed the spoon near Ivy’s mouth.

Ivy shook her head. Then she looked at me and smiled. I smiled back. She looked back at Jules.

“Momma” she called.

My breath caught. As much as I hated it and wanted to deny it. Jules was Ivy’s mother no matter what.

Ivy placed a hand on Jules’ face then she pointed at me.


Jules looked at me. I know she didn’t want to tell a one year old that the person she calls ‘Dada’ isn’t her dad.

Only if she knew.

“You want Dada to feed you?” She asked Ivy. Ivy nodded as she crawled out of Jules’ lap into mine.

Jules wasn’t sure if I liked the idea. I could tell from the look on her face.

“It’s fine” I told her.

She nodded and handed the bowl over to me. I began to feed Ivy how I saw Jules feed her. Ivy opened up every time till she finished her cereal.

“Good girl” I said after I gave her the last spoon. She smiled at me.

Jules took the bowl and went back to the kitchen. She came back to join Ivy and I. She was quiet as she watched how I played with Ivy. Finally, Ivy began to dose.

“That’s my cue” Jules got up and came to take sleeping Ivy from me.

“Let me” I got up.

She looked at me. I guess she was trying to figure me out.