The Third Day (Sneak Preview)

YAY! You get to read the preview of T3D for free!!!

Ok, when I set out to write The Third Day (T3D), it seemed like a herculean task! I wanted to write a good love story (Oh yes! I love, love! LOL), but I also wanted to impact lives. Not just another love story but something that ‘had flesh’. Intrigue, suspense, humor, love… the works! I wanted to keep my reader up all night and also drive him/her closer to the One who loves us the most. A tall order? I know.

However, I’m pleased to announce that T3D is in print and available for purchase! It was and has been God all the
way! The reviews, by the way, have been amazing; really, really, amazing.

Wow, Onose, you succeeded in making me cry, then laugh and then cry again. Beautiful, beautiful, story.‘Onose, you’ve set a standard for yourself…An international standard. Your novel is right there at the top with the best of the best.’ ‘..the twist! I didn’t see that coming! Thank you also for taking me back to the Father’s love.’

So, while I’m tempted to be priding myself, I’m deeply humbled – All good and perfect gifts come from above. He did it!!! He deserves all the accolades! And I thank you, my BFT Family.

T3D weaves a story firstly of love, then grace, there’s betrayal, forgiveness, friendship and of course restoration, hence, The Third Day. Then, of course, there’s love. Beautiful, sweet love reaching out and refusing to let go. I have attached to this post, a sneak preview. Yes, only a teeny weeny bit because I want you to buy the book for yourself and for anyone you know who loves a good read!

Please get a copy or more (at N1000 per copy),

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Lagos peeps, please send a message via WhatsApp 08032012799 or Facebook Messenger to pre-order. Delivery has begun. Book + Delivery will cost 1,600 after receipt of payment. Other locations loading. Send a message if you need copies and your location isn’t above. Okada… in a bit!

Thank you.

OK… Dig in!!!! PREVIEW BELOW!!!!

 

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        PROLOGUE
Benin City – Two years ago.
Amaeze watched as Debbie,
the bridal consultant assigned to her for the day, took down the two wedding
gowns she had previously selected from the array in the gallery and hung on a
rack in the dressing room. She slid off the branded house coat and moved away
from the mirror. With Debbie’s help, she donned the first gown and fingers
crossed, prayed this would be ‘the one.’
After a few impatient
minutes of pinning, pegging and tucking, she walked over to the large mirror
covering almost half of the wall at one end of the room and gasped at her
reflection. “This may very well be it,”
she thought, twirling this way and that.
“Please, call my sister,”
Amaeze said to the smiling consultant, excited.
“Okay,” Debbie said, and
went out to the anteroom.
Her friend, Alero, walked
in with Debbie seconds later. “Wow! Amaeze, this is beautiful! It really looks
good on you. Are we taking it?” she said.
“Well…,” Amaeze brushed
her hand across the skirt of the gown. “It’s really beautiful, but I’m not sure
it’s The One.” She twisted around to get a better view of the back; it was low,
with a line of buttons that began halfway down her back to the hips, where the
gown flared out into a ball.
“I think you should take
it,” Alero said, going closer to examine the lace and rhinestone detail on the
bodice.
“See Alero, there is
something I’m looking for. I can’t place a finger on it but I’ll know it when I
see it. Trust me,” Amaeze said.
Haba. We’ve been here for over three hours. You’ve tried four of
the best they have and still haven’t found what you like. Maybe we should just
look for a tailor to sew one for you.”
“Are you angry?” Amaeze arched
her eyebrow. “Abeg, no vex for me o.
“No, I’m not angry, just
tired. I didn’t realize choosing a wedding gown would be so much work and I
didn’t eat breakfast. My tummy is already rumbling,” said Alero, placing a hand
on her abdomen.
Amaeze moved closer and
took her hands in hers. “Come on, let’s get something to eat. We’ll come back soon
and I’ll pick the perfect gown in less than an hour. I promise. Deal?”
Alero shrugged. “I wonder
how Osaro keeps up with you.”
“He knows how lucky he is
to have me and he tells me all the time.” Amaeze grinned. She beckoned on
Debbie who’d been quietly watching them. “Please help me take this off,” she
said.
“Amaeze, men in love will
say anything.”
“I know, but I also know
I’m a catch.” Amaeze said, winking at her friend as she gingerly stepped out of
the gown. “In two months, I’ll be his wife and the wait is killing him.”
After she’d put her
clothes back on, said thanks to Debbie and promised to be back in thirty
minutes, they left the dressing room and walked toward the glass doors at the
entrance.
“Excuse me, madam,” a
soft, modulated voice called out.
They turned to see Madam Janet,
the owner of the bridal store, walk toward them. Her tall, slim figure belied
her age. Though in her fifties, she looked a decade younger.
Amaeze stopped. “Yes?” she
said.
“Are you leaving? Didn’t
you find any gown you liked?”
“I haven’t found any I
want yet, but we’ll be back soon. We just want to get a little lunch at Delicious Delights
down the road,” Amaeze said.
“I’ll be waiting then,”
the proprietor said and went off to attend to another client.
Both ladies walked out of
the store and took a leisurely stroll down to the restaurant, making small talk
as they went.
As usual, the restaurant popularly
called D-Two by their patrons, was packed to the rafters. Their popularity came
from the beautiful, relaxing environment and the wide selection of local and
continental meals they offered. The ladies found a table just vacated and
quickly settled down.
“Look at this menu. I’ve
been trying to lose weight so I can fit into a size twelve gown and look
fabulous on my wedding day but this menu isn’t going to help me at all,” Amaeze
said, perusing the menu in hopes of finding a meal low on calories.
“What size are you now?”
Alero said.
“Fourteen,” was the unhappy
reply. The slimmer of the two, Alero patted her friend’s hand. “Girl, you worry
a lot. You are beautiful and that’s what matters. Take moi-moi and coleslaw with chicken. Less carbs,” she advised.
“It’s easy for you to
say, you’ve got a perfect figure.”
“I’m trying to be a
friend here but if you don’t like, I can offer some really annoying
suggestions,” Alero retorted. Amaeze put down the menu on the table and sighed.
“I don’t know who is
worse, yourself or Osaro. Anytime I bring up the issue of my weight, he waves
it off.”
“That’s because he likes
what he sees,” Alero commented drily, still scanning her menu.
“But I’m fat, Alero. I
am.”
“When is he coming back?”
her friend said, changing the subject. Osaro had traveled a week earlier on a
business trip to Lagos.
“Today. His flight should
be arriving any moment now. He’s supposed to call me when he arrives.”
“Then let’s order
quickly,” Alero said, motioning for a waiter. Amaeze’s phone rang at the same
time the waitress arrived. She dug into her handbag, brought out the phone, and
pursed her lips at the unknown number.
“Hello?” she said,
straining to hear above the subdued noise of the other diners.
“Hello, good afternoon.
Am I speaking with Amaeze Igbinosa?” said the unfamiliar male voice at the
other end of the line.
Her frown deepened. “Yes.
Who’s this?”
“My name is Dr. Alex.
Please, can you come to UBTH immediately? We’ve got a patient here who was
involved in a road traffic accident. We got your number from his phone.”
“Accident?” she cried
out, startling some of the other patrons. Alero looked up, alarmed.
“Yes, madam. Just come
right away.”
“Who is it? Wha…what’s
the person’s name?” Amaeze stammered, heart pounding. Her voice was louder now,
causing more heads to turn in her direction.
“His card says Osaro
Akenzuwa,” the doctor said in a hesitant voice.
“What? Osaro?” she
shouted, standing up so abruptly her chair fell over. The curious but
bewildered waitress stepped behind her and set it right again. Not able to
stand the suspense any longer, Alero snatched the phone from her friend.
“Hello, who is this?” she
demanded.
“I am Doctor Alex. Please
bring her down to the hospital immediately. The young man was brought in dead,”
he said.
Alero bit down her
tongue, choking the scream that rose in her throat. Her eyes met Amaeze’s, who
already had tears streaming down her face. Stunned, she hung up and picked up
her handbag.
“What did he say?” Amaeze
said, frantic. Alero went round the small table and put her arm round her
shoulders.
“What is it, Alero? What did
he say now? Tell me!” she yelled, shrugging off her friend’s arm. Alero gripped
her hand instead and made to lead her out of the restaurant.
“It’s nothing,” she said,
trying hard to sound soothing, anything to keep from giving in to the hysteria
she could feel clawing at her calm. “Let’s get to the hospital first and find
out exactly what happened.”
Amaeze gripped her
friend’s hand tightly, palms slick with sweat and the tears she’d wiped off her
face. “You are lying to me, Alero,” she said with a whimper. “I know he said
something, please tell me. What did he say?”
“Don’t be dramatic.”
Alero managed a shaky laugh. “We’ll call a taxi outside and go straight to the
hospital. I’m sure it’s nothing. You’ll see,” she said.
“It had better be nothing
o. It had better be nothing.” Amaeze picked her bag from the floor. “Let’s go.
Oh, Osaro. Dear God, please keep him safe.”
Both ladies walked out of
the place at a quick trot, leaving behind speculating diners and the waitress
who was eagerly sharing what she had heard with her colleagues.

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