I couldnt help but kept staring at him the stranger right before me holding his camera and sure he was staring at me too and we were like two aliens from another world.
'you might want to keep the rest of the stare for another day'that was his first words to me as he moved closer.
I couldnot stop my heartbeat were so loud now and i feel so strange like something wasn't really missing anymore.
Oh God he was so handsome if i had my chance i d have fainted too.he was huge tall with his muscular arms and broad chest.His eyeballs were brown and his skin was dark and smooth i could remember clearly he was on short and singlet.
Lost in my thoughts i was when this stranger snapped his fingers right at my face and i snapped out of my deep thought
I was right there but i just felt dumb my first encounter with a man at my early twenties not just a guy but a prince charming just like in stories have read.
What you doing all alone here?he asked.i wanted to answer but that moment i couldnt find my vocabulary i was lost of words.
Finally to kill it all he smiled and then i couldnt help it but to smile in return.
Suddenly he stared at me strangely as his smiled fades
and followed by silence.i got scared i was confused what went wrong? why that look? Its puzzled my heart
'what your name'he asked i was fast at that and he smiled and said nice name Adejoke am Femi he said.
Big bro' a voice called from behind and i realised it was a young boy just like romade age group and Femi walked towards the young boy
this is my brother Tunji.i waved to him and he did same and just before i knew another little girl showed up then i realised he had little siblings.
This is morenikeji he said and she was named that by my mum cause they became two females in the house.
I smiled at it and the kids ran off.
We were left alone again and i wanted to know more about him but unfortunately not that day because he seems to be having a busy moment.
Finally my little bro showed up and i did same introduction but unlike me Femi was friendly with Romade due to his passion for phography just like him,
Romade told me it was better we head home due to the weather so i said i was coming after him.
Just what i was waiting to hear he asked me to meet him there tomoro morning.
With a smile we dismissed and with no other thought on my mind he was all i had in my head and just as i fell on my bed i began to wonder how tomorrow would look like and what he wanted to say to me.
began that moment in a girl s life which she never want it to end that moment i have to make time seize forever.
Ofcourse i went the next day at that same spot and i waited my eyes fixed to the river like i had something lost in it.
Just has i began to wonder if he d show up,at that moment just his words made me the most lucky girl in the whole world
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I had come to realised that life wasn't really a bed of roses.
Like they say, no matter the sunshine, there must surely be a cloudy day.
Just same as love.Love, The word anyone wish for cause its made to be the purest of everything.
But to me its strange how ones heart seek for another so badly. Yet love is a heart breaker and also this same love mends a broken heart.
I use to wonder what my love story would look like,maybe......like cinderella,Romeo and juliet or titanic,all stories have read about love.
But mine was different, so complicating and hard to predict as i never thought.
My dreams were cut short the moment my dad arrived home so early on the 25th of august 2003 Abuja 12.02pm.
I was the only daughter of Mr and Mrs Folarera Adeshina.We were just two kids,I, Adejoke and my little brother Omoromade. I was nineteen and he was just twelve years old.
I was bewildered when my dad came in looking restless and confused i could see it all over his face as i took his suit jacket from him.
He was lost in thought when my mum moved closed to him and he blanched and then i knew something terrible had happened.
Mum sent me to my room but i couldn't be that obedient child at that moment i hid myself behind the cushion and unknowingly to them the conversation started and dad started to narrate his misfortune of how he was dumped of twenty million naira his company gave him as a loan and that he had being sacked and the house was the collateral for the loan with the cars.
So we lost everything our home, five cars,our life of honey,our life of happiness and most of all of future our dreams as the children.
Mum cried out and i was force to come out of my hiding place because i couldn't control my tears either.
"where are we going to start from" Father kept asking.
A knife had stabbed us,sorrow stood by us,sadness held our hands,bitterness consoled us,hopelessness told us we weren't alone,poverty smiled and cling to us.
It was impossible to think of hope and just has i had never expected father ordered us to pack our things and i began to wonder where was our next destination and to think he heard my silent question he said we have to move to the village to start our lives there.
Its all seems like a dream until the next morning the cab drove into the compound and Dad said what i never wanted to hear "it s time to leave"just as i heard him said that i burst into tears one which my brother did also in another tune.
And in silence like strangers we travelled all the way to oshogbo our home town where my new life began where time became so slow until the day he arrived the day that changed my broken hearted diary to a love diary . That change my story into a memorable one now i wanted the time to seize for eternity..........keep reading visit below link to read chapter 2
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I had come to realised that life wasn't really a bed of roses.
Like they say, no matter the sunshine, there must surely be a cloudy day.
Just same as love.Love, The word anyone wish for cause its made to be the purest of everything.
But to me its strange how ones heart seek for another so badly. Yet love is a heart breaker and also this same love mends a broken heart.
I use to wonder what my love story would look like,maybe......like cinderella,Romeo and juliet or titanic,all stories have read about love.
But mine was different, so complicating and hard to predict as i never thought.
My dreams were cut short the moment my dad arrived home so early on the 25th of august 2003 Abuja 12.02pm.
I was the only daughter of Mr and Mrs Folarera Adeshina.We were just two kids,I, Adejoke and my little brother Omoromade. I was nineteen and he was just twelve years old.
I was bewildered when my dad came in looking restless and confused i could see it all over his face as i took his suit jacket from him.
He was lost in thought when my mum moved closed to him and he blanched and then i knew something terrible had happened.
Mum sent me to my room but i couldn't be that obedient child at that moment i hid myself behind the cushion and unknowingly to them the conversation started and dad started to narrate his misfortune of how he was dumped of twenty million naira his company gave him as a loan and that he had being sacked and the house was the collateral for the loan with the cars.
So we lost everything our home, five cars,our life of honey,our life of happiness and most of all of future our dreams as the children.
Mum cried out and i was force to come out of my hiding place because i couldn't control my tears either.
"where are we going to start from" Father kept asking.
A knife had stabbed us,sorrow stood by us,sadness held our hands,bitterness consoled us,hopelessness told us we weren't alone,poverty smiled and cling to us........... continuation! at my page http://aysuperstories..it/2014/09/dejokes-diary-strange-ways-we-find-love.html