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OP, dis is nice and kudos to u.
Worth ever seconds.

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“It all began one day when I sat alone in my lonely world thinking about you” she began as she stairs thoughtfully into the distance “I saw a human like figure walking towards me, as it came closer, I was surprise to see the creature looks exactly like me, she had everything identical to mine, you would have tell no difference. This replica of mine introduced herself as ‘Iga’ who had being my guardian spirit while I was in the world of the living and claimed to have lost every connection with me the moment I died in flesh. Iga said she had waited long for me in the other side of life for my arrival to come rest but she couldn’t see me and that is why she had come in search of me. My joy knew no bounds knowing I will be leaving a stranded and lonely world to a place I would enjoy eternal rest. I was ready to sleeplessly follow Iga out of my mystery when she suddenly put on a sad face and asked “Is this how you want it to end?” I didn’t understand what she had said so I asked what she meant, “Is this how you wish to say good bye to Erutayo?” on hearing her statement, I was surprised and gladly wished she could help me reconnect with the love of my life, but she revealed to me there would be a prize I pay to seeing you. She must have seen the desperation in me, she must have felt the desire burning in me, she must have known I would do anything to set my eyes upon you again even for just a second. Iga asked emphatically if I was willing to pay for what I desired and I had undoubtedly said yes not yet knowing what prize I was to pay…..umm!!, I wish I had known” The Old woman sigh deeply as she looks at me regretfully.

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In no time, myself and some of the staffs were at the Holy Grill cemetery to say farewell . So many people were seen around and more trooping towards her grave where a christian cleric could be heard giving a mournful sermon about ‘life after death’, the cleric stressed the importance of good deeds while man is still alive and that redemption after death is impossible. I could hear people whisper of her humility and tenderness to life. If truly the dead can see from the spirit realm, I’m sure Ruth will be pleas with the number of people present to witness her farewell. In the midst of the sermon, I saw a handful of women trying to console an elder woman who was in a high state of grieve as she wails to the hearing of everyone present and repeatedly screaming the name ‘Ruth’, I guess she was Ruth’s adopted mother. They said Ruth had committed suicide by swallowing poisonous substance but the reason for such act was a mystery to all present as they all sympathized with her widowed mother. At an isolated part of the cemetery, I had go taken solace to grief all by myself, I was so sober, I cried loosely like a baby as I felt I was solely responsible for the death of an innocent girl, I felt I was the reason she died. Tears flowed freely from my eyes as I remembered the last time I saw her pleading to me in her tearful state, I regretfully remembered how I had pushed her away into a helpless word. I sadly walked back to go join the congregation as they mourned
“Our sister Miss Ruth Aina Odeolu has gone to rest in the bosom of the Lord, she will forever be remembered for her pureness of character and simplicity towards the way of life….aches to aches, dust to dust” the cleric pronounced in a note of finality as he was served a hip of sand which he poured on the wooden coffin by his side.
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….. I watched as her remain was gradually lowered into mother-earth, I watched as friends and family all cried for her early demise, I watched as her mother poured a handful of the earth on the coffin, I watched as the presiding pastor gave his concluding sermon for the burial session, I watched as everyone regrettably turned their backs to go home. I stood still beside her grave, I never wanted to leave her there alone, I wish I could forever keep her company, I wish I had paid more attention to her while I could still be of help, I wish I hadn’t pushed her away when she needed a hug, I wish I was there by her side when she needed me most, I wish I was there for her when she needed someone to help share her problems with, I wish I was…… it’s too late for any amends, it’s far too late to bring her back to life. I stood by her grave hoping she could listen to my plea and forgive me for how stupid I was with my decisions which had led her to her death. I am all to blame; I am solely responsible for the death of the girl who was once the only light amongst my darkness.

“Are you Abdul”? I heard Ruth’s sought voice asked behind me. I was as frightened as I shivered, my heart skipped a beat and resumed in double succession. I turned to see fair complexioned young lady staring right in front of me, she was of same height and looking same age as Ruth but just that she wasn’t as beautiful as Ruth.
“I’m sorry if I had frightened you” she said looking apologetic as she noticed my state of shock
‘Of course you had….you don’t go sneaking around people in a cemetery’ I though aloud as I wore an unpleasant look
“Are you Abdul” she enquired again, but this time her voice was far different from Ruth. I sized her up with my eyes before nodding my head in affirmation. She was moderately dressed in an all black skirt and blouse just like everyone else who had come for Ruth’s funeral. She brought out a white envelope and stretched it towards me.
‘what is in it… by the way who are you?’ I finally found my voice
“My name is Hanna, a friend of Ruth, she made me promise I deliver it to you” she said shoving the envelope forward. I was surprise at hearing this, I felt guiltier of my negligence on Ruth’s affairs while she was alive, I wonder what she would have told her friends about me….more especially how I had taken advantage of her. I collected the envelope still trying to figure out how this Hannah was able to recognize me having never met before. Like she knew what I was thinking and what I intended asking next, she said “She talks a lot about you to me, describing and admiring your physic and attitude. She had once shown me your picture on her phone and that is why I had to make sure it was you she wanted me to give the letter to, I knew it was you the moment I saw you crying over there all alone” she pointed at the area I had isolated myself to be a while ago.
“….did she tell you why she committed suicide?” she suddenly chipped in looking curious at me with the hope of having me go through the sealed letter right in front of her.
“No, I’m sorry I don’t” was my reply. I casually thanked her for the delivery and walked pass her away from the weedy cemetery into a waiting car.

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Cynthia suddenly paused for a while, looked into my eyes like she had discovered something “Please don’t tell me you are HIV positive…or are you?” she asked looking stoned. She must have figured it all out going by my actions. All I could do was look back into her eyes and nod my head to affirm her fears. Like a cat on hot coal, she sprang off my body to quickly pick-up her cloths and shoe from the floor, I try to calm her down as she was dressing up, I try explain to her that we could use protection if she really still wants the sex but it all feel on deaf ears as she wore her shoes in hurry, picked up her bags from the bed and dashed out without a word like I was a sought of plague. I felt speechless and ashamed as the door banged in front of me. It then clearly dawn on me the stigma and pain most HIV victims do face in their day to day interaction with people who are ignorant of such pain they had caused. I sat there and realized how HIV victims are only been judged and looked upon by the virus inside of them and not by who they are through their actions or words, I sat there staring into the distance with a heart filled with pain and regret for that single act of sexual urge that had led me in my present predicament.

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One month passed and I haven’t seen or heard from Ruth, I had woken up one morning feeling so moody, a very bad dream I had, couldn’t tell in details what had transpired in it but it wasn’t pleasant. I made my regular short morning prayer, quick exercise of thirty straight press-up and twenty sit-ups, brushed, shaved, bath, clothed myself with the best of suit on a pair of black leather cover shoe, had a cup of coffee along with two sliced bread, gulped down two tablets of the retro-viral drug, grabbed my brief case before heading down to my car, the driver who had been waiting ignited the engine and zoomed off to the office. All through the drive to the office, I try to recollect the shallow scenes of the dream I had the previous night, all I could merge out was the face of Ruth looking so terrified as she called out to me for help, she was standing rooted as rain poured heavily on her, I felt I couldn’t help her as I stood watching her from under a shade. The dream seems vivid but I felt it was just a dream.
The driver as usual maneuvered the car to it designated spot, as I came out, I was so surprised to see sizable numbers of the teaching and non-teaching staffs clustering together in groups all discussing. Of course, that was an unusual sight in a bright morning.
“Good morning sir!” everyone present chorused in unison.
“Good morning everyone…and why are you all still outside, is everything all right?” I asked looking curious at every one of them not failing to expect the possibility of a staff protest of a sought. Surprisingly, none of them could reply me at first, they stared at one another expectantly waiting for someone to bell the cat ….and yes, one of the school cleaners did by busting out into sudden flow of tears, another one followed suit by wailing.
“Sir, she is dead!…last night, they said she poisoned herself” the wailer said amidst tears.
“Who?” I simply asked, trying to suppress my fear within.
“RUTH!!” (I couldn’t remember who said it but the voice still echos in my heart).

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A month pass so swiftly, I had buried myself into the affairs of the school that I almost forgot I was HIV positive. I avoided anything that would make me remember my unwanted condition and likewise Ruth. I slowly began to come out of my shell into the social world and by doing do, I made news friends, attended parties and night clubs, got involved in adventurous hobbies, took bold steps in the managerial decisions. All that was inspired from my fearful thought that I might not live long to do the things I had fantasized, I had once come home with a pretty young girl who had got a very big bosom behind her tiny waist, I staggered into my room as she held me firm by the alms. I felt so wasted that night for I had too much to consume but I still had my head with me. I couldn’t explain how I had dropped my guards in allowing a total strange girl walk me into my apartment. I had been very cautious of bringing a lady into my room ever since the unfortunate with Ruth, like they say…’Once bitten, twice shy’.
Before I could open my mouth in thanking her for helping me home, she flung me on my bed and started kissing my lips and unbuttoning my shirt at same time. I could feel the blood rushing into my head when I felt her hands grip on my manhood.
“Give it to me!” she whispered into my ear.
I looked into her eyes and realized she was young; a teen of about seventeen or there about who is endowed with a super gorgeous body whom I guess is in hurry to experience the adventure of life or maybe she wanted more from a good looking prey. I was so indecisive of what I wanted at that moment, a part of me wanted to Bleep her so hard while another part cautioned me in letting her go uninfected. Before I could say a word, this stranger of a girl suddenly lifted herself off me to pull away all fabrics on her body leaving only her purple colored pant on. I couldn’t believe my eyes as I saw an hour-glass body structure standing right in front of me, her boobs where so massive as it stood firm on her chocolate colored body. On my bed I laid staring at a beautiful body which was so tempting. I try hard to control the sexual urge that was slowly rising inside of me like a hurricane but the girl wasn’t helping, she climbed on me, she was either caressing sensitive parts of my body or whispering sensual words in a seductive tone. It was obvious she is sex starve and had taken my drunken state in following me home to quench it. Suddenly, I grabbed her two hands together like the little child she was and I was surprise not to see her blink for fear, I guessed she never thought of me a sought of evil minded.
“What’s your name?” I started with, trying to act fully conscious of my actions
She looked surprised at first but replied “Ones again my name is Cynthia”. I wanted to ask what she meant by ‘ones again’ but had to let it go as I remembered she was one of the girls introduced to me by a friend in the club that evening.
“Cynthia, I’m sorry I cannot give you what you want, I am…hmm..hnmm…”I try figure out what to say
“You are gay?” she simply asked looking stoned.
“No, not at all….just that I’m not in the mood”
“Liar, Not when those eyes are upon my body like that and your thing is like this” she pointer at my trouser zipper at her word ‘thing’.
It was now obvious to me that this girl is too expose for her age, fearless and ready to bit more than she can chew. I release her hands off my grabs and sat her up to kiss her, she kissed like a pro and that made me felt like a novice and truly I was. I observed Cynthia wasn’t comfortable with the prolonged kisses, she wanted sex in it raw form, she could see no reason why a young and vibrant guy like me was acting all wimpy.

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Two month had slowly and horribly passed and I had successfully pretended to every soul around that nothing had changed about me, I carried on with my regular day to day activities as recommended by my doctor, I was on every medication when necessary, ate a lot of healthy diets, did a lot of exercises and most importantly I avoided thinking about the past…..yes, the past.
The past was all behind me as I drive ahead into my future. At first I thought of Ruth but I soon found it necessary to forgot everything between the both of us. The school was doing well and the whole staff all had me to praise for it. My father came for a short stay to see how things had gone so far with the school and he wasn’t disappointed.
“Seem you are born for this, maybe you will help me manage the new business at Central London, I need your golden touch to it” Father had said with pride before he travelled back. Obviously, Management is one thing I’m born for but travelling outside the shores of my country isn’t. London is beautiful to my body but never to my spirit. There is always something missing inside of me when I am off the shore of my land. The weather makes me sick, the food brings no appetite, the faces looks all hostile, the environment isn’t so original. I have travelled to quite a lot of places and seen faces beyond my country and I say nothing beats it….Nigeria is made for Nigerians.
I was in my apartment on a Saturday withdrawn into my indoor lifestyle as I sat all alone on a sofa watching movies when all of a sudden, the house keeper informed me about a visitor willing to meet me.
“and who is that?”
“she talk sey her name na Ruth”
‘Ruth?’ I asked as my heart skipped a beat
“yes sir”
“Let her in”
“But sir, she say make you come meet her for outside”
I wasn’t surprised she could have said that, they say once beaten twice shy. I felt very happy and eager to go see Ruth but at the same time, I became scared of what her mission was and likewise what she would say to me again. I changed into something casual and dashed outside to go meet my visitor.
‘Hi’ was what I could say to Ruth whom obviously looked so disturbed, she wasn’t looking so attractive any more, she appeared unkept and stressed out.
“Hi” she simply replied carelessly trying hard to avoid catching my eyes.
“Nice to see you, where have you been”? I tried saying something as I watched her scrambling into her hand bag to bring out a neatly folded sheet of paper which she stretched fought towards me. I collected and slowly unfold the paper to read it content.
‘And what is the meaning of this, I don’t get it?’ I couldn’t help but ask after reading.
“Abdul it says I’m pregnant!” Ruth said in a broken voice.
“I know but how….i mean why is that my business?” I ignorantly asked
“But it’s for you sir”
“Me?” are you insane, what do you mean by….?” I was vexed
“It was that night sir, that night you slept with me” she explained in a tone of clarity
“and so?, it was ones and I remembered it also destroyed my life, now I hope you are happy? You succubus!” I shouted at her as I couldn’t believe I would be fathering an unwanted HIV infected child from an infected lady through whom I was a victim.
“Abdul please, help me. You are the only person I can run to….I beg you sir, my mummy will kill me if she is aware of this” she was already on her knees and her eyes flowing with tears, she was mindless of few passer-by who stole glances. I wasn’t comfortable with her actions, I ordered her to stand up but she insisted she was going to stay that way till I admit the pregnancy was mine.
I couldn’t take it anymore with her embarrassing attitude and the accusative tone, I threatened to call upon her the security guard to bundle her far away from the gate but she was adamant. After few minutes I was forced to make good use of my threat as I locked her out off the gate, as I walked back into the building, I could hear her pleading as she cried aloud.

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Have u ever imagined getting 10 best NLders in same room for a soul purpose of writting a single book? I'm sure it's going to be a bestselling in Africa. (I guess that's d question u ought to have introduced ur topic with)
'Mr. Inkon', I would love to join d team as i've got crazy stories stuck all over my blood-cells but I reside far away from Lagos.
But I wish u d very best as u hunt for d LXG's.

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