Amen o..... Many things ar going wrong.

I sincerely apologize >>>>>>>>>

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I did not hear from BJ again for nearly a month. I was a bit disappointed because I had felt a connection with him. It wasn’t just that he was very rich (though that didn’t hurt), but he seemed a decent kind of guy. It wasn’t just me alone for he had also made a deep impression among the ladies in my office as some of them kept asking after him. That too was not surprising as most rich men always made an impression on most of my deposit-hungry colleagues!
Even Isabel was encouraging me to date him.
“Girl, don’t let that guy slip through your fingers,” she said one morning in the office while munching greedily on a doughnut.
I looked up from the computer screen on my desk where I had been working.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked.
“For one thing, he’s loaded, a multi-millionaire. He’s good-looking too and a sharp dresser...”
“So?” I asked again, with raised brows.
“Is that all you can say? What more do you want in a guy?”
“All he did was take me out to dinner. He hasn’t asked me to be his girlfriend,” I pointed out.
She sighed.
“Maybe you didn’t give him the ‘green light’. Some guys need encouragement, you know,” she noted.
“Aren’t you forgetting something? Jamie,” I stated with emphasis.
He was my boyfriend of over five years and we were planning to get married. He worked in a government agency in Abuja while I was in Lagos. It wasn’t easy for us because of the distance but we kept in touch by phone and also tried to see each other as often as possible.
“I know you love Jamie. But can you trust him to remain faithful being so far away in Abuja?” she wondered.
I assured her my boyfriend loved me too much to mess around with other ladies.
“We will be getting married soon anyway and I will move over to join him,” I stated confidently.
Isabel shrugged.
“That shouldn’t stop you from keeping BJ close to you. He’s a big fish that most girls would love to hook.”
“Why don’t you ‘hook’ him yourself then?” I countered.
“I might do just that, you know. Can I have his number?” she asked, picking up her phone.
“Thief! Ole!” I said teasingly.
She laughed and said:
“Siddon there. I go snatch am from you if you no sharp o!”
I made a face at her and went back to work.
I had told Isabel I was not interested in BJ romantically, but that did not stop me from feeling excited when he called one evening after work. He said he had been out of the country on a business trip and wanted to take me out again.
I didn’t want to seem too eager so I told him I was busy but I would let him know in a few days when I would have the time.
“Don’t keep me waiting too long. I really want to see you,” he said.
I smiled to myself after the call, pleased that he had missed me.
That weekend, I went out with BJ again. This time, he took me to the cinema. After watching a movie, we attended a dinner party that was held in a swanky hotel on the Island that he had been invited to.
I felt inadequately dressed for such an event but when I told him, he said:
“You look fine. You will look pretty in anything.”
It was a nice evening and I didn’t want it to end. Later, we took drinks at the poolside of the hotel, chatting and taking some snacks.
I sipped a chapman while BJ settled for some brandy. It was a balmy night with a cool breeze blowing from the lagoon nearby. That night, BJ told me a bit of his background. An orphan, he had lost both parents in quick succession while still in high school. He was sent to live with an uncle in Ibadan while his younger sister, his only sibling stayed with their grandmother in the village.
His uncle, though not well-to-do, had insisted on sending him to the university.
“It was tough because he had his own children to train, all on his civil servant’s pay. But we managed and I was able to graduate. He said he had worked for a couple of years before deciding to go into business, specialising in the importation of industrial chemicals, equipment and recently oil and gas. He had really done well for himself and I told him so.
“Your wife must be really proud of you,” I stated.
He laughed at that.
“Wife? Do you see any ring on my finger? he enquired, showing me his fingers.
I shrugged.
“Some men hide their wedding rings, pretending to be bachelors just to hoodwink unsuspecting ladies.”
He laughed again.
“I believe men who do that are irresponsible. Why pretend to be what you are not?”
My mobile phone rang just then. It was Jamie. We spoke for a while and as I hung up, I felt a little guilty.
He thought I was at home in bed, not realising I was out on a date with a wealthy customer of our bank.
“How’s your man?” BJ asked as I took a sip of my drink.
“He’s fine,” I replied.
“He’s such a lucky guy. I envy him,” he said.
I looked at him surprised.

“Why would you do that? With all that you have going for you –good looks, money, status-you can have any woman you want. So, why would you envy Jamie?”

“Because he has something precious, something I would love to have, but is currently unavailable,” he stated, his eyes boring deeply into mine. They were mesmerising eyes that seemed to draw me into them and I found it difficult tearing my eyes away.

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand,” I said, though I knew quite well what he meant.
He gave a little smile.
“I bet you do. You should know by now that I like you. I’m not looking for a fling. I can get that from anywhere. I want something deeper, more meaningful.”
I shook my head.
“You know that’s not possible. I...”
“Yes, I know. Jamie, your fiancé. But even with that, maybe you can create a little space in your heart and life for me. Is that too much to ask?”
I thought about it a little.
“I will try,” I stated, smiling coyly at him.
“You look so sweet when you smile like that. You should be smiling more often, you know,” he said.
I laughed, feeling really relaxed and happy.
He leaned forward and taking my hands in his said:
“Tilda, I have a proposal that I want to make to you. Will you...?”


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The area my guys (Fela and Kale)and I lived wasn’t the sought of area I had fantasized to live as a student, I had wanted to live among my peers who lived in all these titled villas such as ‘Millionaire villa’ ‘one-love villa’ ‘Big Boyz villa’….where crazy relationship and social mingling can be achieved in an informal manner (naija student know wetin I mean na)………but all that turned dust due to my late admission (second batch). Unfortunately for me, I secured an accommodation very far from my dream settlement. A greedy care-taker got me a one room apartment which was in a ‘face me-i-face you’ building with so many local occupant in it other rooms.
My residence was an odd sought, filled with local residence as neighbors and it was so far away from where other student resides, this made me accommodate two other poor ‘jambitos’ like me to help achieve the social groove…….my ‘roomies’ had a financially poor background just like myself and that factor had made us see ourselves as brothers……we share no secrets but instead, we share anything we have between ourselves no matter how little….even our wears
‘Fela’ just like the legendary ‘Anikulapo’ does crazy things some times, and that was one of the factor that made me accormodate him as a brother and a social companion, he could be selfish and self centered but he still have his ‘light’.
‘Kale’ on the other hand is like the ‘Dele Giwa’……acting like a man above his age and trying to always act like the most matured guy in the room.

IZUKWU: Guy,which year you watch manchester united against aston villa in uefa champions league.

that's one of the thousands feature of a dream