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Episode 2

There were two girls (one was fair and the other black) seated outside a chemist's shop when I arrived at the supposed abode of my uncle’s colleague. The number on the house tallied with the one I had on my phone. I was convinced I was at the right place. I was running low on airtime too, so I didn’t want to make any further calls.

“Good afternoon,” the girls chorused when I walked closer.

“Good afternoon girls,” I replied cheerfully, letting out a smile.

“What do you want to buy?” queried the fair girl. She stood up in a quest to attend to me.

“Erm, I’m not here to buy anything,” I stuttered.

I noticed her countenance changed instantly. She had that look that literally says, 'Then, what do you want?’ The black girl gazed at us and averted her eyes for a second. She was busy chewing gum while she scrolled through her phone.

“My name is David Godson,” I said.

“Oh! David, you’re here,” someone interrupted from inside the shop. It was a feminine voice. A woman in her late forties or so – the supposed mother of the fair girl. They had one thing in common, a pointed nose.

“Good afternoon ma,” I uttered, tuning my voice in a British accent.

The fair girl went back to sit with the other girl while I went inside to meet with the woman. She offered me a seat. “My husband is not back yet. He was the one who told your uncle about the teaching work,” she said.

“Okay, that’s why I’m here to know more about it…”

Fast forwarding, our conversation summarized that I would tutor her daughter in English Language in preparation for her upcoming Jamb. According to her, she already had someone taking her in Chemistry, Physics, and Mathematics. Just like my uncle told me, she repeated 15k monthly – and the classes would run Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. It was on a Tuesday, so she said I should start the following day.

“Okay, ma. I’ll do my best and I’m sure she’ll come out with a good grade,” I assured her.

The look on her face showed she was impressed. She later went to the freezer and returned with a chilled Pepsi.

“Thank you, ma,” I said, bowing my head respectfully. I wasn’t sure if she was Yoruba or not, but then, that was the norm we grew up with.

“You’re welcome, David,” she replied.

When I glanced through my timepiece, it was a few minutes before six. The sun had gone down and the breeze was so cool that it seemed it was going to rain.

“Ma, I’ll be on my way,” I said to her, as I stood up and walked towards the door.

“Alright, David. I’ll tell my husband you came, and we’ll expect you.”

“Okay. Thank you.”

The moment I walked hastily through the door, the girls sighted me and they stopped talking.

“Goodbye, bro David,” said the fair girl. She waved her hand too.

“Bye,” I extended my right hand in the air.

It was getting dark, so I speeded up and soon came out to the tarred road. The cold drink had wet my back pocket. This, I noticed when I had climbed the bus to sit. I was going to drink it when I got home, so I held it in my hand amidst the ice droplets on my hand.

*
My uncle was back from work before I arrived back. He was preparing noodles when I walked in tiredly, yawning loudly.

“Dave, how did it go?” he asked from the kitchen.

“Um, not bad. We reached an agreement,” I answered.

“Okay. So, when are you starting?” he asked in between mouthfuls of noodles.

“Tomorrow!” I exhaled.

“Hmm, so quick? Are you ready bayi?”

His question seemed challenging to answer. I was mute for seconds before rebooting myself like an old computer.

“Well, I’m going to start with the easiest part. I mean the ones I could teach without mumbling words.

“Okay. Your food is over there,” he said and muscled the food inside his mouth.

What filled my heart was how I would stand before someone and teach. Even when I understood a particular topic so well, I had always found it difficult to teach the next person. I tiredly walked straight to the bedroom. I reached out to where I packed my old books and textbooks – having searched and ransacked the whole room.

Luckily for me, my SS3 textbook and Jamb Use of English and Past questions were still there. Rat had eaten the cover and some parts of the textbook. I dusted it and quickly flipped through the pages. Although I had forgotten some of the topics, but not topics like vowels, consonants, concord, and other similar ones.

The use of concord was most likely the best way to begin my teaching – to impress the girl on the first day. Like they usually say, “First Impression Matters.”

If someone had told me that a day would come when I would be in this position of being a lesson teacher, I would say 'waka' to that person. But there I was meditating on my lesson note as a lesson teacher. The same person who graduated from Polymer and Textile Engineering. The thought I had as I shook my head in despair. – the story of my life.

*
Wednesday morning soon arrived. It seemed the night had lasted just for an hour. I felt weak and my stomach felt empty too. Sluggishly like a snail, I rose from bed and went about my morning rituals. My uncle was almost dressed for work – it was 7:25 a.m. I was still brushing my teeth inside the bathroom when he informed me he was off to work. I hurried with my morning chores, so I could start rehearsing for the day’s work.

I had wished morning lasted longer, but the sun soon set out with its hot rays and shone brightly through the windows. It was around 2:45 p.m. when I finally dressed up in one of my nicest long-sleeved shirts and black trousers. My pair of black shoes shone too. It seemed like I was going for an interview. When I stood before the mirror, the reflection was enchanting; my curled and well-brushed hair, the side bears, my well-ironed shirt, and my black LED watch, all made me smile involuntarily.

That reflex action brought a flashback to my head. It was a picture of my father. I looked more like my father – a complete replica. I detest to talk about my family, most especially my father. I ha.te to admit that I came from a broken family, but that was my fate. My mother and my father had parted ways years ago. They hadn’t been together since I was 14. I’m the first born and my siblings and I were used to visiting them because they lived in separate locations. It was one of those things we grew up to embrace.

Nothing would anyone say that could change my father’s mind. He had abandoned us with our mother at Ketu and flew to Festac, where he lived in a self-contained apartment. My siblings and I were only used to visiting him whenever we were in dire need of money for school and other stuff.

Sometimes, my father would sound penniless and indirectly refer us back to our mother. Good thing, Mom was doing well too. She was into women's clothes and shoes, and I must confess, she had money! So, when Dad acted broke, we would return to her.
Then, I came to realize that in this life, nobody will ever love you like your Mom. I moved in to live with my uncle when I gained admission and since then, it has always been a once-in-a-blue visit when it comes to seeing my father, but my mom, I was a regular visitor at Ketu, where she lived with my siblings. Literally, sad to say, I was a product of a broken home.

*

When I got to my destination, it was a few minutes past three. The woman and her daughter were inside the chemist store.

“Good afternoon, ma,” I greeted.

“Good afternoon, Dave, you’re welcome.”

“Thank you, ma,” I replied politely in a polished manner. I was always mindful of the use of my English each time I interacted with either the woman or her daughter.

“Good afternoon, Uncle Dave,” greeted the other girl (the black girl) who jumped out from nowhere. I just waved to her in response.

“Jane, take him to your room. Go with Jessica, the two of you should behave yourself,” the woman said. That was when it occurred to me that I wasn’t there to tutor just one person. I was going to say: ' But we didn’t budget for two people’ but instead I thought it was unwise to make such a remark on the first day. It could just be for today, I had thought within.

“Let’s go,” Jane said and signaled me to come after them.

The living room was well furnished. The chairs and tables speak volumes of money. The interior decoration was top-notch too. There was a 32-inch Plasma TV at the center of the wall. It had four long-standing speakers by the side. Jane led us to her room. The first thing I noticed was a rosary hanging by the window side. I needed nobody to tell me that they were Catholic. Her room smelled nice and looked girlish. The walls were painted white and pink. The curtains were pink too. She brought out a mini whiteboard and two markers.

“Are we ready?” I finally uttered after a long silence.

“We are ready,” Jane announced. They were both seated on the bed with their legs crossed as they anticipated a mind-blowing teaching from one random Williams Shakespeare. Jessica wore a short skirt that barely reached her knees – the first thing I noticed when I stood before them. She seemed reserved and calm tho.

“If I’m right, you’re Jane, and you’re Jessica,” I said and pointed in turns to the duo. They just nodded in affirmation. That was the best way I could begin the class. I picked up the marker to write 'English Language.”

“You haven’t told us your name,” Jane said, laughing. Jessica joined her too. “You already know, I’m David.” Jane was already penning down something which I assumed to be the day’s date.

Long story short, after about 20 minutes of explaining the use of concord, I asked them if they were following, and Jane nodded her head. I turned to Jessica, she was busy writing something.

“Excuse me,” I said when I sneezed involuntarily.

“Uncle David, I have a question,” said Jessica when she raised her head. She looked nervous too. My heart skipped when she said she had a question. Omo! Make this girl no go ask question wey I no fit answer oo – I had thought.

“Okay, Jessica go on and ask your question,” I ordered.

“Um, sir, the question is in this paper,” she replied. Jane gazed at her, their eyes got locked in contact, but she quickly averted hers. Jane had that look that literally said, 'Don’t you have a mouth to ask your question' but instead she kept her cool and waited for me to read the question.

“Sir, what is the meaning of these English words,” she said and passed the piece of paper. When I turned the paper to see what she wrote, I felt a lump in my throat. I had goosebumps – my heartbeat increased. The duo stared at me amidst silence as they could read the shock on my face.

Omo! You won’t believe the five words she wrote down. It was totally out of context. Her question reads., “What is the meaning of these words: Orgy, Cuñt, Sem.en, Orgäsm, and party.”

To be continued…
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(My Life As A Yahoo Boy)

Episode 1

Two years ago. I was in the trenches. Life after school wasn’t what I bargained for. In my mind, I was hopeful to bag a white-collar job a few months after leaving the university but life wasn’t a bed of roses.
I stayed almost one year hunting for jobs, but it wasn’t forthcoming. As a second-class-upper graduate, I was very conversant with my discipline in school, but I couldn’t settle for a meaningful job.

Well, I didn’t stop sending my CV to several companies that needed employees. I was young and optimistic.

Fast forwarding to the year after I left school, due to some circumstances beyond my control, I didn’t get the opportunity to serve unlike most of my colleagues who flaunted their service pictures months after we left school. I did congratulate them and hoped that one day I would be like them, sooner or later. When the pictures were getting too much, I intentionally went on a break from social media for the sake of my mental health. At this time of my life, I was staying in Lagos with my maternal Uncle.

Living in Lagos makes you see new and surprising things every day. It could be a fight at the bus stop, a man defecating inside the gutter, or slow traffic that virtually has no cause. Lagos and traffic are like bread and butter. If you’re a white immigrant, then everyone treats you special like you’re one demigod or goddess. Nigerians in general have this differential treatment or perhaps respect for white immigrants – and sometimes it bothers on fascination.

I applied for an internship online and submitted my CV to several Textile Companies in Lagos, but nothing was forthcoming. It was as if my village people were following me. It was indeed frustrating and depressing. I never knew depression as much as I did during this period of my life. I was unhappy with myself and everyone around me. I got flared up at any little provocation.

“Dave, you’re 24. It’s never too late to start anything in life. Be kind to yourself,” my mom once told me over the phone, after I narrated how unproductive I felt at every break of the day. She told me to stay positive and keep praying. My mom was that breed of woman who believed so much in prayers. I was the son of a praying mother.

My uncle had returned from work one Saturday evening. Having slumped tiredly on the sofa.
“Dave, I have work for you in the meantime,” he said, yawning.
“Work? Where?” I uttered speedily in one breath.

There was a short silence before he continued.

“Um, one of my colleagues at work said he needs an English Language tutor, who could tutor and prepare her daughter for Jamb,” he said and paused. I wanted to add: 'So, it’s that the work you said you have for me?’ But I didn’t want to sound rude and disrespectful to him. Instead, I said: 'You mean me – as a lesson teacher?’ I queried.

“Dave, c’mon, since you’re not doing anything yet, take this offer and keep yourself busy. I know you’re good with English Language,” he said. All I did was smile and laugh involuntarily at intervals.

I attended one of the best secondary schools in Lagos. There, we were taught how to speak in a British accent – which I eventually got used to each time I spoke English. During those days in the University, my accent distinguished me from others in my department. To some, I was forming 'Behind' and all that. Whatever, I didn’t really give a damn nor cared about not being 'Igbotic' like the rest of them. You know, Nigerians are judgmental.

“In case you’re interested, the pay is 15k every month,” my uncle said and walked inside the room. My uncle and I related like we were brothers. He was 35 and unmarried. He was hoping to tie the knot with his childhood girlfriend, Esther before she dumped him at the eleventh hour for an abroad husband. One of those things my uncle couldn’t let go of. My uncle was without a job when she eloped. Six months later, he got a job at a manufacturing company here in Lagos. His salary was a mouthwatering one. I’d say he was lucky, but he would always say it was grace. He once told me a story that melted my heart. His story affirms the high rate of unemployment in the country. A master’s degree holder in Geology accepting security work – even when he knew it was far below his qualification. Though the pay wasn’t really bad but the job was not commensurate to his personality.

My uncle had never for once criticized the need to attain higher education as many unemployed graduates like myself did. The thought of having a master’s degree holder opening the gate and watching over the company really gave me goosebumps. In a country where a man would single-handedly mismanage over a billion – when we have thousands and hundreds of thousands of youths roaming around the streets. And the same man would be cruising on the streets of Abuja with bulletproof cars.. what’s the future of Nigeria as a nation? In Falz's voice.

Two days on, my mind was made up to take the offer while patiently waiting for service. The thought of going to someone’s house every day to tutor a random girl was quite disturbing. It was something I had never done before. My uncle gave me the colleague’s contact just the moment I told him I was going to do it. He told me his colleague would call me for directions to his house.

*
It was on a Tuesday evening, it was drizzling when I crossed the other side of the road en route to Ikotun. The man had called earlier and likewise sent directions to his house.
Cars and trucks swooshed past. The distinct yellow 'danfo' bus was almost filled before I struggled to enter. Everything here in Lagos was not for the feeble. One needs to be strong and extremely smart to overcome the hurdles. I could recall one incident that happened at Cele Bus stop. The day two random girls were dragging who would complete an almost filled minibus. The driver needed just one passenger before he could take off. While they fought and dragged each other, one tore the other’s skimpy top, revealing her bra and sagged breasts.

The other grew furious and tore her skirt into pieces. It was a horrible scene that drew the attention of passersby. Funnily enough, after several attempts to separate them – and they refused to leave each other, they were left at their mercy. Trust Lagos Abgeros, they turned it into a wrestling tournament and filmed them.
One of those things you get to see in Lagos. Eko oni baje.

Our bus eventually got filled and zoomed off.



To be continued..
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Episode 25

Final —


~ Adannaya's POV ~

“Hey, you will do great,” Ckay smiled at me and I nodded nervously. It was less than a minute before the MC would call me out. Ckay kissed me on my cheek and at the same time, the MC called me to go on stage.

“Good luck honey,” Ckay said and I nodded. I walked to the stage and my eyes widened to see a lot of people coming. I smiled widely and waved my hands to them. I turned on the mic and the MC asked me to sit down.

“Good afternoon everyone,” I greeted them and they all cheered for me. I was so touched and so happy. I was so glad that I decided to do this. My Dad, my bro, Nelo, and Ckay’s parents came too and they were also supportive towards me.

“Please, introduce yourself,” the MC said smiling at me and she gestured to me to see the audience.

“Hello everyone, I'm Adannaya Ndoma and I’ve been using Ifenkili as a secret name all this time, so I hope you guys are not m@d about it,” I said.

“So today is the day when you publish your newest book and it's called The Untold Story.”

“Can you tell us briefly what it is about,” the MC asked and I smiled nodding.

“Well, I don’t want to spoil anything but it’s based on my own love life. I wrote this book for my boyfriend, Ckay just to thank him for everything,” I said and turned to Ckay standing beside my Dad. He smiled widely at me and I turned to the audience again nervously.

“I actually have a little short story for you guys. This is out of the script but I just want you guys to know a little background story about me,” I said nervously but I quickly got it together.

“For years, I’ve been writing a lot of love stories but I’ve never believed in one. I always think that people will come into your life and then leave you one day. I shut myself up ever since my mom passed away, and that’s not good. I used to only have my Dad, my brother, and his wife because I was so afraid to open up to people knowing that one day they will leave me.”

“One day I met my boyfriend, Ckay and he happened to be my dad’s friend. So he changed me. He tried to understand me, he gave me hope that not everyone will. He gave me the understanding of what love is and he helped me get over the trauma and the fear that I have in life. I just want to give the credit to my boyfriend and that’s why I decided to do this because I know some of you have the same thoughts as me, but you try to make yourself think differently by reading love stories or maybe watching a lot of love stories hoping that maybe one day you will understand, but trust me, one day, that person will come. One day you will find someone that will understand you and love you just the way you are,” I said and I cried a bit.

They quickly gave me some tissues and I laughed it off.

“Sorry, I used to have a rough life, and looking back to it was just emotional,” I said chuckling as I wiped my tears. I heard someone from the crowd saying it was okay and all of them tried to comfort me too. I turned to Ckay and he gave me a thumbs up.

“We can go back on track,” I turned to the MC and she smiled nodding.

“Moving on to the next question. What inspires you to make the previous book and who is your favorite character?”

“Well, I got inspired by my parent's love stories,” I turned to my Dad and he smiled widely.

“Ever since my mum passed away, everything changed. I started to write my book just to remember all the beautiful things that my mum taught me about my favorite character. I can’t choose, but in every female main character, you can see some part of me in them. They really resembled me in a lot of ways. Now, for the men, I love the newest character from this new book. I bet you all will love him too,” I answered.

“Adannaya, do you mind answering some of your fan's questions? You can pick anyone in the room who wishes to ask you a question,” the MC said.

“Of course, I can answer 10 questions about anything,” I said and they all cheered. They started to raise their hands and I picked one.

“You said you never believed in love. How come you make all these beautiful stories? I love you,” she asked and I chuckled.

“I love you, too. Some part of me wanted to believe it and some part of me wanted to experience what love is. I even spent lots of time in Starbucks just sitting there observing couples. I know that sounds like a creep but I was so jealous because people can experience love without even trying,” I answered, moving on to the next question.

“How did you and your boyfriend meet?”

“Oh boy,” I said nervously.

“It's rated R stuff,” Ckay answered causing them to turn to Ckay. I face-palmed myself and they laughed.

“We met at the bar and it’s rated R after that. We met again because he is my dad’s friend's son. I answered and continued until the last question,” I saw Ckay raising his hand and I looked at him suspiciously. I turned away ignoring him but the MC poked my shoulder.

“I think your boyfriend is trying to tell you something,” she said and I turned to Ckay. He indicated me to pick him and I looked at him shaking my head.

“Guys, is it okay if I ask her a question,” he asked loudly enough for everyone in the room to listen.

“Do you love me?” he asked and the whole room teased right away. I couldn’t help but want to kick him in the @ss.

“That’s a silly question but, yes, I love you,” I answered and they teased me again.

“My last question. Will You Marry Me?” That caught me off guard and I looked at him in disbelief. My Dad, my bro, Nelo, and Ckay's parents were cheering on me.”

“Say yes! Say yes! Say yes!” They all cheered and Ckay walked onto the stage.

I stood up and he held my hands for a second before he literally knelt in front of me. I was so shocked and I covered my mouth with my hands. He took out a small box and opened it. It was very a beautiful diamond ring, and he smiled looking at me. He held my hand and my eyebrows started to fill with tears.

“Adannaya, I can’t believe that you love me but I love you so much. Ever since we got together, I see my future with you and I wanna do this seriously. I know I’m still not perfect for you, but trust me I’m working on it. I will not take no for an answer, babe So, will you marry me?” he asked and I was laughing and crying at the same time.

“Yes! Yes!” I said and hugged him immediately. I kissed him and he pulled the ring into my finger.

“Next book will be about our kids,” he smirked and I smacked his arm.

“I love you,” he said and I looked at him glaring. He wiped my tears and I smiled big time.

“I love you, too.”



~ Ckay's POV ~

“I do,” I said in front of the mirror

“I do,” I said again.

“I do,” again for the 150 times or maybe more.

“Yes, I do I practiced again.

“I Ckay Okafor accept Adannaya Ndoma to be..,”

“Honey, you’ve been practicing that all day long.” Ada walked into the bathroom and I looked at her flatly.

“I’m practicing, so I won’t be nervous tomorrow,” I said and Ada slipped her hands around my hips from the back.

“You are cute,” she said as she smiled at me through the mirror.

“I do,” I said, singing it and Ada left.

“You can tell me your vow,” she said and I shook my head.

“I have it all in my head and you will hear it tomorrow,” I said smirking at her. She pouted and she stood beside me. She linked her arm around me and she dragged me towards the bathroom door.

“Pretend to be my dad,” she said.

“I’m your dad,” I smirked and winked at her. She looked at me in disbelief and my face turned flat.

“Daddy in bed,” she said making me speechless.

“Daisy! Milo!” she called the dogs and I could hear the dogs running towards us. She pretended to sing the wedding march and we walked inside the bedroom together.

“Are you nervous?” I asked her.

“Yeah, so nervous that I put salt instead of sugar in my pancake, and then instead of taking the car keys to go to the publishing office, I brought my parent's house key. Not only that, I almost drank my birth control pills when I was supposed to drink my vitamins,” she said and I laughed.

“You are crazy, ” I said and she sighed.
I was that nervous,” she said and I hugged her. I kissed the top of her hand and hugged her tightly.

“Gosh, you are so adorable and I can’t wait to call you my wife,” I said and she pushed me away gently.

“Where are you going?” I asked and she walked out from the bedroom bringing the dogs with her.

“Baby,” I called her but I think she walked out completely. I took off my shirt because I was going to the office for a moment before leaving it for a week to go on a honeymoon. I was going to close the door when suddenly Ada stopped me along the way. She pushed me and she closed the door, locking it and preventing the dogs to enter the room. She bit her lip and she started to take her shirt off.

“Babe you know that once we are in that you can’t run away,” I warned her as she strip all of her clothes except her undies.

“Run away where?” she asked me and she jumped to me. I caught her and she kissed me right away.

“So tell me your vows. I want to hear it,” he said as she gave me kisses all over my face.

“That’s a secret. You have to hear it tomorrow,” I said chuckling and she crashed her lips to mine. I put her down and we both entered the shower together. She turned on the water and cold water hit us both

We were busy having a fun time in the bedroom until I heard my phone ringing. I was going to end this because I knew it from the office, but before I could go out of the shower Ada made me do another round. I couldn’t say no to my girl, right?

I left her face to take my phone and I saw it was Paul who called. I quickly called him back.

“Hey, where are you?”

“Sorry, I will be there in 20 minutes,” I said chuckling a little bit.

“Oh Don’t tell me that you are busy,” he hissed.

“Sorry dude, I’ll be officially taken tomorrow. So spare me,” I said.

“Get your ass here,” Ckay said and he ended the call. I laughed and threw my phone to the bed. I quickly dried myself and put on my clothes. I heard Ada coming out from the shower.

“Babe. I have to go. Paul is waiting,” I said aloud enough for her to hear it.

“Go. you already late,” she said and I walked out of our room taking the car keys. When I was about to go out of my apartment, I forgot my USB that I have to bring to the meeting. I walked back into the room and I heard Ada puking. I ran towards her quickly and found her sitting beside the toilet bowl. My eyes widened and I quickly ran to her.

“Are you okay?” I asked and she looked at me surprised.

“I thought you were gone already, ” she said.

“What? Are you okay? I asked as I took out my phone from my pocket but she stopped me.

“Ada.” I turned to her and she smiled.

“I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine. You look pale,” I said as I helped her to stand up.

“Babe you need to tell me…are you Okay?” I asked as I looked at her and she nodded.

“I’m really fine.”

“I’ll call Paul to cancel the meeting. Let me take you to the hospital,” I said but Ada took my phone away.

“Hey!”

“I’m fine, Ckay,” she said as she took my hand pulling me out from the bathroom. She dragged me towards her vanity. She opened the drawer and my eyes widened. Five pregnancy tests were confirming that she was positively pregnant. I turned to her and she nodded.

“You are pregnant?” I asked.

“Yeah, I was going to tell you tomorrow but you caught me,” she said and I hugged her tightly.

“Oh, my God! I’m going to be a Dad,” I said as I picked her up bridal style. I was so happy and carefully put her on the bed.

“How many weeks?” I asked.

“Six weeks. I just found out two days ago and I was planning to tell you on our wedding day.”

“Oh, baby! You should have told me sooner. I’m so happy,” I hugged her and kissed her.

“Well, now you know.”

“Wow, I’m so happy,” I said as I looked down at her belly.

“Little Ckay is in here,” she said and I smiled happily looking at her.

“I can’t wait,” I said and my phone rang. It was Paul again.

“You better get going babe or he will come here and drag you, ” she said and I nodded.

“I will be quick. I will make sure to come back soon,” I said and gave a peck on her lips.

“You are pregnant,” I said as I got up and she nodded. I walked towards the door and turned to her.

“You are pregggggggnant!”

“Yes, honey. I’m pregggggggnant. You can now go."

We laughed.




Epilogue

~ Adannaya's POV ~

“Are you ready for my vows?” Ckay said and I looked at him suspiciously. I nodded and turned to the priest nervously because I was so afraid that Ckay will say something silly.

“Honey…babe…my love. My beautiful lovely Ada. We met in a really crazy way at first. I don’t need to tell the details to all of the people in the church, especially in front of Jesus,” he said and everyone laughed. I face palmed myself completely embarrassed.

“We started our relationship roughly and then I started to fall for you each day, even though you were damn cold and acted like I was a deadly virus. After that, we started to share our journey together through ups and down. At last, I got you on my palm,” he smirked and I chuckled looking at his expression.
“I love you, honey. Baby Boo, I will love you till I die.

“I love you to death, Adannaya. I will love you always. Through all ups and downs in life. Thick and thin, rich or poor, and everything that tries to get in our way. I will always love you,” he said and he turned to the priest signaling that he is done with his vows. I couldn’t believe that he just did that. The priest turned to me to give me a cue that it was my turn to say my vows now.

“Ckay, you came into my life completely unexpected. I thought I didn’t need anyone to come into my life because I was so afraid that they will leave. I was heartbroken and fragile and I was not ready to be in a relationship with someone even after seven years. I was still grieving for my mom. I missed her and I thought I would stay alone with my Dad, my brother, and my sister-in-law forever, but God had another plan for me,” I said as I looked at Ckay seriously and he smiled while rubbing my hands trying to calm me down because tears filled my eyes already.

“Thank you for fighting for me, for being there for me, for bringing out the best in me, and for everything that you've done for me. Thank you for making me believe in love and understand what love is. I love you so much. I will always love you and our baby internally, and I promise you that I will make you happy forever till the last second of my breath.”

Tears trickled my eyes and Nelo gave me a tissue right away. I chuckled a bit and I patted my tears gently.

“I love you and I don’t care if pigs can fly or maybe aliens invading this world. I will always love you, Ckay.” I ended my vows and he hugged me briefly. He smiled at me and tried to wipe my tears.

“Well, now, I pronounce you both husband and wife. You may kiss the bride,” the priest said and Ckay kissed me that second. I was happy.. More than happy. I couldn’t wait to have a forever life with Ckay by my side and the future baby in my stomach. I love them both forever.

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Candid2022:
Thanks frank, you delivered as always.
I love the end and how realistic the story is

Thank you for engaging

Pinkdimples:
Happy ending 🤗 Well done Frank. I am so proud of you 💃💃

Thank youuu

Candid2022:
Frank i must confess, you are one among the best currently on nairaland literature. Since i started following you, you haven't disappointed except Lagos to Abuja, i haven't seen any of your work which is abandorned.
Thanks man

Thank you.

That Lagos to Abuja...I tried completing it but each time I post the next episode, I get suspended.

I completed it on my Facebook page.

vicbros75:
Baba wey Sabi work.chairman I dey hail.you re always killing it.keep the good work brother.much love

Gracias.

hotswagg12:
Yeah I have been so carried away with your amazing works, shuffling between this story and campus love story which I always give a LIKES after reading each episodes.
Thanks for this beautiful piece and I always look forward to every story you drop here on nairaland.

Thanks boss.

Shomek:
Thanks for the update next pls

My pleasure.

hotswagg12:
Thanks for the update.

Dude you have been ghosting. 😂

Mhizzard:
Throughout a man's life in school,he got no chance to beep any woman;though he got one chance but it was unlucky for him.
What a motivation way of life in school

Lol. That's your observations 😂😂
He turned a new leaf after everything that happened to him, especially the cell ish.

And man of God told him he would be great, so beeping come commot for the picture
😂

YoungBruzzy:
Wow! What a happy ending
I like the way Cynthia served as distraction for Frank in the beginning of the story, and what I can say is Que Sera Sera.
I actually learn a thing or two from this story, especially that part where Chris told Frank to chase purpose and leave women. It’s a natural phenomenon, women are always attracted to a well to do man (no matter how bad his look may be).

Thanks for this beautiful story

Please do well to invite for your next story

That's it, man.
Purpose over women.😂

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Wow!!! What a happy ending

Yeah.
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And it ended in a happily after situation of

Yeah.. Situation of?
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Welldone Frank. Ep 23 was emotional, Mannn Felt real! I love this about your story, it's realistic and not clusted. I won't lie, seeing 10 months later made me laugh but Everything is in place. I'm so happy for Ckay and Ada, this is all True Love. I must say you got the months calculations right! You are good. Welldone Guyy! Welldone. Moreeeee episodes Biko

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Episode 24

Adannaya's POV ~

Never in my life, I have never thought that someone would successfully break all my walls. I made that invisible walls around me to protect myself from being hurt. People come and go and that’s the reality. I knew that but I never imagined that it would be so easy to break it.

This is why I always avoid people trying to get close to me because I knew there is a probability that they could break my walls easily and then leave me.

Now, I’m sitting in front of Ckay and telling him that I’m giving up. I’m done trying to keep my walls up. I’m done trying to protect myself and I’m surrendering my heart to him. It seemed so fast for him but he was just everything. He made me happy. He made me feel special, he made me love myself, and he helped me move on—even though I always hated that idea.

“Ckay… I surrender. I give up,” I said to him completely knowing that I didn’t want to be distant anymore. I didn’t want him to feel that he was the only one who was trying to make this relationship work.

“Ada, I don’t really understand your statement. Are you trying to break up with me? We talked about this last night that I’m no..”

“I’m done trying to push you away,” I said in a small tone as I looked down to the ground not ready to look at him in the eyes. I wiped the tears that left him in my eyes and Ckay knelt in front of me. He gave me a small smile and he kissed my hand.

“Thank You, beautiful. But why are you crying?” he asked as he held my head.

“Ckay…,” I called him. I released the hug. He looked at me and I cupped his face. I kissed him and it immediately got intense. We kissed passionately but suddenly Milo (his dog) decided to ruin the moment.

“Milo!” Ckay hissed and Milo was poking him. The other dog came with a stick in his mouth. I chuckled looking at them and they completely had sand all over them. It put the stick down and I took it throwing it away.

“What do you want?" Ckay asked Milo. He just sat there looking at us.

“What?” I asked and Milo turned his face.

“I guess we are not staying here for the night,” Ckay said grumpily. I kissed him on his cheek and he turned to me. He took off his shoes and gestured for me to do the same he laid on the bed and I laid beside him.

“You don’t know what you’ve done to me, Ada,” he said and I raised my eyebrows.

“What did I do?”

“I always wanted to have you fully; all of you. I knew deep down inside my heart that I want to have a future with you. Being with you is a real deal for me. I want to be with you every single second and cherish everything. I want to make plans with you, create a future together or maybe have babies together,” he said and that made me smile. I even choked a little bit. He turned to the side and looked at me smiling. He gave me a peek on my cheek.

We suddenly heard a small howl and it was Milo this time. Ckay hissed and he put on Milo's life vest so he could have fun with the other dogs in the water already. Don’t worry we are watching the dogs too.

“They are so happy,” Ckay said and I chuckled. Milo and the other dog were busy swimming and playing with other dogs. We both sat in the car enjoying the breeze the view and the companionship.

Ckay sat next to me and opened the picnic basket. He gave me a chicken and an orange juice. I was completely surprised that he prepared all of this.

“Wow… my man is k!lling it,” I said and I took a bite.

“How is it?”

“Nice…,” I said as I was munching it. I turned to him and gave him a thumbs-up.

He ate it too and nodded.

“This is good,” he said and I ate the fried chicken because I was a little hungry.

“You can take another piece I have more,” Ckay said and I nodded. I drank the orange juice and put the bottle back into the picnic basket. I looked at the view and couldn’t stop smiling because I was so happy.

“You like it? Ckay asked and I turned to him.

“Like what?”

“The view,” he said pointing at the beach and I nodded. I moved over closer to him and I kissed him. He pulled me onto his lap and we had an intense make-out session inside his car. He even slipped his hand into my tee. My body turned hot instantly and I wanted him so bad but we were not in the place where we should be doing it. Damn!

His hand traveled to my back towards my bra but I think he realized that we were in a public place to begin with. After kissing for a while, we looked at each other.

“I think I should give the dogs back to my parents after this,” he said and I smiled.

“We need time alone huh?”

“Yeah, and I’m sure they will ruin the moment again,” he said and I crashed my lips to him again. Ckay started to kiss my neck making me moan when suddenly the dogs barked at us.

Damn it. He hissed and I laughed.

***


10 months Later.

“Babe, have you seen my hard disk?” I asked Ckay because I couldn’t find it

“Have you checked your laptop bag or maybe your work bag?” he answered from the room. I quickly walked to the kitchen because I put on my bag earlier when I got home. I checked my bag and found it.

I just got home from an important meeting. Just like I said around 10 months ago that I promised that I will review myself if I was done writing my new book. Tomorrow will be the publishing date and they already prepared a meet and greet.

I was so nervous and they gave me all the details on my hard disk. So I needed to go through all of that tonight. Ckay still didn’t know I’m Ifenkili and I was planning to drag him to tomorrow’s event because I wanted him to hear everything.

My relationship with Ckay was amazing. He was still the sweetest and I trusted him 1000%. He asked me to move in with him, and of course, I said yes because why not?

“Did you find it?” Ckay asked as he gave me a back hug.

“Yeah…will you come with me tomorrow?”

“Of course! I want to see who is Ifenkili,” he said and he kissed my cheek.

“So what do you want for dinner?” He asked as he walked towards the fridge.

“I thought you are going out with Paul and Dave?”

“I’m going to grab your dinner after that. So tell me what you want.” I sat on the chair and he turned to me drinking his apple juice.

“You,” I said and he choked right away. He quickly ran to the sink and coughed his @ss off. He laughed and he turned to me.

“Not funny, Ada. I almost died, ” he said dramatically and I smirked, winking at him.

“I want pizza,” I said and he looked at me glaring.

“Don’t do that again. It’s not funny to make sexual jokes when I’m eating or drinking, honey,” he said and then looked at the clock.

“I’ll be going now,” he said and I nodded.

He kissed me on the cheek and bid me his goodbyes. After he left, I got into the shower to freshen up because it's been a long day. I had a lot of meetings and it wasn't fun.

I was nervous about tomorrow and I didn’t know why I decided to do this. Not only that I will be revealing myself for the fan meeting tomorrow, but there was a couple of press who will be attending too.

Nelo told me yesterday that it was better for me to tell Ckay first instead of just surprising him tomorrow which I knew was a great idea, but I was debating about it. Nelo told me that he deserves to know it from me instead of knowing it suddenly tomorrow. He was my boyfriend and I knew I was going to have a future with him. And in Nelo's eyes, it was not fair at all.

She said that Ckay won't get m@d about it and she believes that he will be so proud and supportive. But, does he deserve to know this with other people? She has a point though.

That was why after the meeting earlier, I planned to tell him after he was done having dinner with the boys. I love Ckay even though he never heard that straight from my mouth. And I think he deserves to know about it before I officially announce everything tomorrow. Not only that I will tell him about Ifenkili, I’m going to tell him that I love him too. I’ve been waiting for the right moment to say it, even though it was damn hard for me to say that three words.

Four months ago, on my 6th month anniversary with him, He surprised me with a trip to Uyo, the State capital of Akwa Ibom. It was so amazing and he told me he loves me there. My heart blew up when I heard him say the beautiful words. I told him that I was not ready to say it to him yet, but I knew one day I will. He said my being with him was enough which I knew wasn’t fair on his side.

I sat on the sofa looking at the rundown for tomorrow’s event and I studied the questions that the MC will ask me tomorrow so I could answer them without being so nervous. I sat down there with Milo lying beside me. I patted both dogs as I went through the questions.

Three hours passed and Ckay was home after dinner. The dogs ran towards him and I put down my laptop to greet him.

“Babe, I got your pizza,” Ckay said and I smiled looking at him.

“Thank you and how was the dinner?”

“It was good but I’m not full yet, so I’m going to dig in this pizza with you,” he said and he gave me a peek on my lips.

“So honey, what did you eat?” I asked him.

“Dave ordered barbecue for the three of us. I’m not a fan of fish,” Ckay complain and I laughed. He put the pizza on the kitchen table and opened it. I washed my hands immediately and took one slice.

I jumped and sat on the kitchen table and Ckay took one slice too. He stood beside me and after taking a bite, I looked at him seriously.

“Ckay, I have something to tell you,” I said and he turned to me raising his eyebrows. He took a bite and gestured for me to say whatever I’m going to say.

“I am Ifenkili,” I said and Ckay looked at me blinking a couple of times. He didn’t say anything and I was freaking waiting for him to react or to say something.

“Uhmm.. Ckay?” I put down my pizza.

“Wow… that took you 10 months huh?”

My eyes widened and I looked at him in disbelief.

“You knew?”

“How can I not?” He smiles as he put down his pizza.

“What?”

“I found out about it when you fell asleep in front of your laptop. You were writing and I kind of figured out about it after that. You said some of the lines in real life too, babe,” he said as I wiped his hands.

“Why did you not ask me about it? I’m still shocked.”

“Well, I waited for you to tell me because I knew that you have your reasons why you kept it away from me,” he said as I pulled my legs to circle his lips with my toes.

“Really?” I asked in a small tone.

“So, why did you decide to tell me now?” he asked as he pulled a strand of my hair to the back of my ear. I pouted and sighed.

“The book that is going to be published tomorrow. “It’s about you. I just want to tell you when the time is right, and I want to dedicate that book to you,” I said and he smiled widely.

“Can’t wait to read about it. I’m so excited,” he said and I put my hands on his shoulder.

“I promise, no more secrets.” He leaned his head towards me kissing me. It got intense but I stopped him. I looked at him straight into his eyes.

“I thought you want your dinner,” he said jokingly.

“I love you,” I said and his eyes widened.

“What?”

“I love you,” I said again without any hesitation.

“Really?” he asked and I nodded. He picked me up and twirled me around. He was so happy and I was happier.

“Say it again,” he said as he put me down. I looked up to him and chuckled.

“Ckay, I love you so much,” I said and he picked me up again. He kissed me passionately and brought me to our room. He laid me on the bed and looked at me smiling happily.

“Do you mind if you eat your dinner later on?” he smirked as he unbuttoned my shirt.

“I thought you were my dinner,” I said and he crashed his lip to mine right away.
We both made love after that.

Making out with him in bed was even better than it had been against the door. Now he knew what I liked, the moves that made me moan and gasp and sink my fingers into his shoulders.

He sat up and smiled down at me, his eyes on my bright red panties. He moved like a flash down my body, pulling those panties off as he went and throwing them across the room. And then he set about doing things to me with his fingers and his mouth that almost made me blackout.

“You are mine,” he grunts out, pumping into me. The length and level of his arousal were brutal. ‘Mine,’ he swears, as he releases my mouth and turned me around, pushing me forward as he yanks my legs back, one hand hard on my back, the other gripping my @ss.

He didn’t slow the movement, giving me full, hard thrusts. My breasts bounced from the top of my bra, the mirror giving me a full view of my slutdom.

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Episode 20

Final Episode

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***

Benita was falling in love, and so was I. But I kept telling myself this was impossible. I reminded her what she said about not wanting to date till after she graduated from the university. But she said change is the only constant thing in life.

Falling in love with the daughter of a rich man like Benita’s father seemed so risky having been through shit the past few days, but my heart really beat for Benita. I was confused.

She was clearly not like others. She loved me and could do anything for me, but in the end, I told her to give it time and see how it went. Benita was all laughs and said, It is fine. I understand this feeling.”

It was obvious we enjoyed each other ‘s company. I studied her lips. They were wet and extremely alluring. Her fragrance permeated the room.

“This girl is nice. She’s strikingly mature and well-informed,” I thought, but I wasn’t too sure about the relationship yet. Benita eventually gave me back the phone I hid in the toilets in her apartment. She recounted her losses that night, which included her laptop, ATM cards, and other gadgets those hooligans made away with. But her phone wasn’t tampered with as she equally hid it.

*
In one of the marathon phone conversations, after having shared a good joke and having laughed and really enjoyed each other's company, Benita popped the nagging question. “Do you want to go out with me after our exams? In fact, what exactly do you want from me?”
I chuckled at the question.

She was most definitely looking for the best answer for the moment.
“I don’t know,” was the only reply I could manage to type.
“Somebody would rather die than show his true feelings,” she taunted, and I replied with a laughing emoji.

Benita suggested a night out and by this time my feelings for this girl were starting to take shape. I wanted her, and I knew that.

She pushed further. “How about we go swimming or something?” She asked.
I hadn’t gone swimming like forever. In fact, I had been planning on that for some time, although I hadn’t gotten someone to go with. But then something struck me, “what if something goes bad in the process? What if she gets drowned?”

I was still thinking of a better response, but she started complaining about my apparent lack of interest and lack of communication, and why she always had to initiate communication by phone calls and chat before I responded.
“Why can’t you call me first for a change?” She demanded.
I apologized and told her I would change.

My major challenge was how to survive the remaining days of the semester. I was broke. No food, no money. Chido had come true twice and I felt he had supported enough. So I told Benita about my plights of not having anything to eat and she came through with a few foodstuffs. I couldn’t thank her enough. She had always been my savior.

Fast forwarding, our exam kicked off on a Monday morning. The night before that day, Benita and I chatted and wished each other best of luck. Remember, we weren’t in the same department and we weren’t going to be sitting in the same venue throughout the exams. And for the record, since I came back from the cell, I haven’t been to her lodge. She only visited me once in a while.

*
The first paper we wrote was GST101. That was more like English language (General Studies) and it wasn’t a bad one to start with. At the end of each exam, Benita and I would chat and talk about how it went in our respective exam halls. She had told me one of her coursemates was almost caught with a phone during their first paper, but the guy forfeited the exam and ran away because of the consequences that await such an offense. Typical of things you would see doing an exam.

On the day of Mth01, coincidentally, Cynthia and I sat close. She was just a seat ahead. Initially, when we began, everyone was busy with their answer script and question paper solving and minding their business. But toward the mid of the exam, she turned, swallowed her pride, and started seeking my assistance. At first, I didn’t want to answer her, but on second thought I changed my mind.

Even though the question came in different types; type ABCD. It was made in such a way that if my question paper is type A, for example, my number one question might be the number 20 question for someone writing type D. And just like that the question was randomly scattered. I’m sure you understand this, right?
Despite that, I still managed to assist her because she would read the question aloud while I checked which number it fell on mine. Hers was type B while mine was type D. Unfortunately, towards the end of the exam, one of the invigilators came and changed her, but then she was almost through, with just about four questions remaining.

After the exams, Cynthia met me outside and thanked me for helping her out, and she also apologized for overreacting the other night I was in her lodge, she said I went too far and she described herself as a hot-tempered person. Do I really have options rather than accept her apologies? I did, but not sure if I still felt the same way I felt for her. I had turned all the energy to Benita, whom I could tell really cared about me. Chico advised me to focus on Benita and leave Cynthia alone.

Nevertheless, Cynthia and I started talking again, and she always tried to sit close to me during the remaining exams, but it never worked out. It was either I got changed or she would be removed by one of the invigilators. Throughout our exam period, I didn’t see Chido at all. My guy must have been humbled by one of the papers he wrote, so he had to read harder.

*

After our first semester exams, Benita and I decided to hang out and chill. She came up with Shoprite as the better location. Then, Shoprite was the trending place people visited to chill and shop. So, I obliged and we fixed the date.
It was on a Tuesday evening, and we went on a means of public transport, discussing and chatting in the back seat. When we got there, as usual, hundreds of people, if not thousands, clustered outside and inside. Some were busy taking pictures while others went about their business.

We went inside and sorted out a section where they sold food. Benita ordered fried rice, salad, and chicken and then asked me what I would like to eat. I told her the same because she was the one taking care of the bills. But before we finished eating, I got a credit alert from home for my transport fare back to Lagos. I already told them our exam was over and I’ll be coming back soon.

When Benita wanted to pay, I told her to split it, and that I was going to pay part of it, but she refused. After that, I lured her into playing some games, which I paid myself. We really had a good time together taking pictures and making short videos as well. I will never forget this particular memory. It made me feel like I was madly in love already.

When I posted the pictures on my WhatsApp status later that night, I got responses from folks who thought Benita and I were dating. “So it is true you both are dating,” Cynthia had replied to me. I told her no, but she didn’t believe me, so I let her believe whatever she wanted to. Chido was happy with what he saw, he jokingly asked me when our wedding card would be out.
Silly boy.

*

During our short holiday, Benita and I still kept in touch. We texted daily and called each other on the phone, even when she lied to her father that we weren’t on good terms again.

Unfortunately, when the break was over, I got the saddest news from Benita. Her father had insisted she withdraw from our school. He had to secure an Admission slot for her in a private university, Madonna University. Despite her pleas and all, her father remained adamant. That was how her studies in FUTO ended as she had no choice but to go to a private university.

I really missed her when I got back for the second semester. Even though we chatted and talked on the phone, it wasn’t enough. I missed my Benita and I knew for sure she missed me too. I was still using the phone she gave me and it always reminded me of her sweet soul.

Well, life went on anyway. Sadly after some months, I stopped hearing from Benita. Her phone wasn’t going through and likewise, her WhatsApp wasn’t connecting and there was no one I could reach out to find her whereabouts. It’s really made me sick for days.

Days turned weeks and weeks into months. I didn’t hear from Benita. I told Chido and he suggested, that probably she lost her phone or something similar.

*

In my 200 level second semester, I started seeing small money because a friend of mine introduced me to an online business. My life was gradually upgrading. I got new clothes, stuck my room with foodstuffs, and finally bought a new phone. It was a new season in my life.

Chris was that friend who changed my mindset. He advised me to leave women and focus on school and the business we were both running. He said most of those girls on campus were simply on their ‘hoeing’ stage and got nothing to offer other than sex. I told her Benita was different even though she’s no longer with us. Chris just laughed over it and gave me some life-changing books to read.

As my life upgraded, I noticed Cynthia started to show interest in me. She probably thought. I’ve made it big. I was posting fine pictures with a clear background. It was either a picture of me or Chris and I. She started replying to my chats and all that stuff girls do when they notice a guy has money.

At some point, she told me she was coming to see me, but I lied to her that I wasn’t in school. All thanks to Chris who brought a shift in my mindset. He made me see life from a different perspective. He always told me to be emotionally intelligent and that way, nobody would be able to manipulate me, especially women.

“The power of having an ‘Abundant Mindset ‘ is never exaggerated, overrated or outdated. Apply it and have more leverage over those leeches.” One of his watchwords.

He said if I keep chasing women it would cost me, but if I chase purpose, women would come naturally and I would be the one to make my choice and chase the rest away.

He was right, and I was glad our paths crossed. So, I ignored Cynthia, despite noticing she was becoming clingy by the day and wanting to have something to do with me. Inasmuch she didn’t show interest when I looked broke, so why now that she feels like I’ve made it?

From my 200 level down to my last stay in FUTO. I turned a new leaf and trashed anything concerning women. The outcome paid well as I focused on my online business and my academics. I became an inspiration to others as I began to make an impact gradually. Maybe the man of God was right, I don’t know. Only time will tell.

When finally I left the Federal University Of Technology, Owerri, I not only ended up a degree holder, but I was also a multi-millionaire chasing business and making impacts. All thanks to Chris who came into my life and made wonders out of it.

*

During one of my business classes which was held in Calabar, I bumped into Benita. Oh my God, words can’t describe how I felt seeing her again. I couldn’t be happier. She was even looking more beautiful.

“Longest time Frank, is this you? You’ve really changed,” she said, smiling.
Her smile was contagious, I smiled back. And we embraced each other firmly.
“Yeahhhhh, I stopped hearing from you. What happened?” I asked her.

Benita said something happened that made her father change her phone number. She said it was a long story. And that was how she lost my contact.
After the business class, we had a good time together and right there I asked her if we could still date and probably get to know more about each other now that we are out of Uni and doing well for ourselves.

“Frank, I will think about it,” she replied jokingly.
“How about your friend, Chido?”

“Chido didn’t finish with us, he’s currently in the USA.”
“Wow! That’s great. I missed his crazy attitude.” She said.
We both giggled. We were glad our paths crossed again.

Before I got home that day, I got a WhatsApp message from her new number: “Frank, I’m so happy we met again after these years. You have really transformed and I’m so happy for the growth. Your speech was awesome and everybody was wowed by your impact.”

I thanked her also complimented her new look and her growth, too.
Benita and I started communicating again and in less than a month, she accepted to be my partner. Our love life blossomed like a plant planted by the riverside.

Last month made it three years being with Benita and we are looking forward to walking down the aisle, God's willing.

The End.
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Xavier5:
Interesting story frankwriter 🙃😎.



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Thanks, boss

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Dangerrard:


Aahhhh just 1 more... no 200 level to final year life. Na u dey make me come nairaland on a daily. Anyways great piece... really enjoyed every bit of it

Lol.. It will make the story boring

Dangerrard:
Frank we still need one more update today if you can pls... we dint get update yesterday. I knw it's not easy putting this together... it's just a nice story

Na one more episode to go