ping their fruit juice Kiki narrated her ordeal with this “horrible” client of hers. He was always asking her out – to his church, for lunch or dinner, to spend the day out…!

Kiki had stated firmly that business was business, and she did not mix business with pleasure. She could hardly wait to finish his copywriting project and be rid of him forever. He had bought her a h

The next week was a whirl. The first quarter of the year was ending. The girls worked hard to stay on top of their businesses.

Just for the fun of it, Kiki now chatted regularly online with Dotun, her new e-friend. To his credit, he was actually a lot of fun! And, by some twist of fate, he lived in Surulere, Lagos!

Dotun wanted to meet Kiki in person, but she had refused. Since neither of them had posted or exchanged photographs, Kiki felt safe in near-anonymity. She was certain that taking this any further would ruin things. She couldn’t risk that; she quite liked Dotun.

Deep inside her, she was afraid of the “Easter jinx”. She let on this much to Arin and Bolu. “But Dave is a Christian, right?” asked Bolu. “And so are you. God has not given you the spirit of fear…You have power over all the power of the enemy…You are delivered from the powers of darkness…Come on girl! Do you read your Bible and forget it?!” “Why don’t you both pray about all this? Arin chipped in. “There is no jinx Kiki. It’s just a combination of coincidence, and self-fulfilling prophecy. You get what you expect, remember?”

“I just don’t want a computerized relationship,” Kiki said quietly, “One where we L.O.L or R.O.T.F. I want a real, live person.” “Then meet him in person where you can “L.O.L. and “R.O.T.F.” for real!” Arin replied, exasperated. But Kiki was adamant. She would not meet Dotun in person. At least not yet.

It was the end of another weekly goal-setting session. As the girls sat sipping their fruit juice Kiki narrated her ordeal with this “horrible” client of hers. He was always asking her out – to his church, for lunch or dinner, to spend the day out…!

Kiki had stated firmly that business was business, and she did not mix business with pleasure. She could hardly wait to finish his copywriting project and be rid of him forever. He had bought her a hu

fused. Since neither of them had posted or exchanged photographs, Kiki felt safe in near-anonymity. She was certain that taking this any further would ruin things. She couldn’t risk that; she quite liked Dotun.

Deep inside her, she was afraid of the “Easter jinx”. She let on this much to Arin and Bolu. “But Dave is a Christian, right?” asked Bolu. “And so are you. God has not given you the spirit of fear…You have power over all the power of the enemy…You are delivered from the powers of darkness…Come on girl! Do you read your Bible and forget it?!” “Why don’t you both pray about all this? Arin chipped in. “There is no jinx Kiki. It’s just a combination of coincidence, and self-fulfilling prophecy. You get what you expect, remember?”

“I just don’t want a computerized relationship,” Kiki said quietly, “One where we L.O.L or R.O.T.F. I want a real, live person.” “Then meet him in person where you can “L.O.L. and “R.O.T.F.” for real!” Arin replied, exasperated. But Kiki was adamant. She would not meet Dotun in person. At least not yet.

It was the end of another weekly goal-setting session. As the girls sat sipping their fruit juice Kiki narrated her ordeal with this “horrible” client of hers. He was always asking her out – to his church, for lunch or dinner, to spend the day out…!

Kiki had stated firmly that business was business, and she did not mix business with pleasure. She could hardly wait to finish his copywriting project and be rid of him forever. He had bought her a h

not given you the spirit of fear…You have power over all the power of the enemy…You are delivered from the powers of darkness…Come on girl! Do you read your Bible and forget it?!” “Why don’t you both pray about all this? Arin chipped in. “There is no jinx Kiki. It’s just a combination of coincidence, and self-fulfilling prophecy. You get what you expect, remember?”

“I just don’t want a computerized relationship,” Kiki said quietly, “One where we L.O.L or R.O.T.F. I want a real, live person.” “Then meet him in person where you can “L.O.L. and “R.O.T.F.” for real!” Arin replied, exasperated. But Kiki was adamant. She would not meet Dotun in person. At least not yet.

It was the end of another weekly goal-setting session. As the girls sat sipping their fruit juice Kiki narrated her ordeal with this “horrible” client of hers. He was always asking her out – to his church, for lunch or dinner, to spend the day out…!

Kiki had stated firmly that business was business, and she did not mix business with pleasure. She could hardly wait to finish his copywriting project and be rid of him forever. He had bought her a h

t don’t want a computerized relationship,” Kiki said quietly, “One where we L.O.L or R.O.T.F. I want a real, live person.” “Then meet him in person where you can “L.O.L. and “R.O.T.F.” for real!” Arin replied, exasperated. But Kiki was adamant. She would not meet Dotun in person. At least not yet.

It was the end of another weekly goal-setting session. As the girls sat sipping their fruit juice Kiki narrated her ordeal with this “horrible” client of hers. He was always asking her out – to his church, for lunch or dinner, to spend the day out…!

Kiki had stated firmly that business was business, and she did not mix business with pleasure. She could hardly wait to finish his copywriting project and be rid of him forever. He had bought her a h

ping their fruit juice Kiki narrated her ordeal with this “horrible” client of hers. He was always asking her out – to his church, for lunch or dinner, to spend the day out…!

Kiki had stated firmly that business was business, and she did not mix business with pleasure. She could hardly wait to finish his copywriting project and be rid of him forever. He had bought her a huge bunch of flowers on Valentine’s Day, and, horror of horrors had sent a duet over to her office to serenade her! Had she been mortified!

“But what exactly don’t you like about him?” asked Arin. “You say he’s good-looking, a gentleman, a Christian. And he’s financially OK. So what’s the problem?” Becky queried. “We’re beginning to think you don’t know what you want,” said Arin. “Actually,” began Kiki, “I’m beginning to think I would like to meet Dotun.”

“Ha!” cried Bolu. “At last, some progress!” shouted Arin. “So what are you planning to do about it?” “Dotun has asked me to meet him for dinner on Friday night,” replied Kiki, “and I have accepted. If I feel right about it I’ll ask him to go with me to the Easter celebrations.”

It was Friday night before they knew it. Dotun had chosen a posh restaurant in Victoria Island. He had sent a taxi to pick Kiki up. As she stepped into it, looking ravishingly beautiful, she turned to Bolu and Arin, who had seen her to the taxi. “Pray for me guys,” she said. Arin assured her she would hear them praying, all the way from V.I.! With that, the taxi sped off.

In just thirty minutes Kiki stepped out at the entrance to The Princess. It was a beautiful place. Dotun certainly had good taste, she thought. Dotun would be sitting at table fourteen. She was to report to the reception on arrival, and be taken to their table.

One quick glance at a wall mirror assured her that she looked just right. She followed the waiter to table fourte