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This is one of those times when I have no motivation to write at all... No zeal. It's some times hard to keep writing when you make little to nothing from your book. It's crazy thinking about that some times.

People will say, well, write only in your leisure time. But the thing is, once I start writing a story, even when I am not typing/writing, my brain/subconscious mind is still working on it. It totally takes over my whole being... It's like I am in that world for that time being... I feel all the emotions all the characters in the story feel... GOOD and BAD.

It's really a lot, but most people don't get it. I love it very much, but sometimes I wish I was just a regular guy that wasn't creative... Sometimes I just hate it. It drives me crazy... Literally. I hope that makes sense. Well, if I was making a lot of money from it, I would be able to live with the bad part of it all.

Jaylynn:
Well, I do have so many stories. Not like anyone notices here

They will notice with time.

Ah! Guys, not every girl is like Joy o. Lol.

Chapter 10: The Complicated Double Date

Even though Jack was on leave, he still had some office work to do on his laptop, so he was busy for most part of the day. He called me at 6pm to set up the date. It was time.

Before leaving home for Jack’s hotel, I called Joy and asked her to head out to our usual spot with her friend. I told her we were already there, because I knew it would take them at least an hour to get dressed, and another hour to get to the spot.

When Jack and I got to the lounge, the place was packed. There was a football match going on, and the inside was filled to the maximum, so we sat outside, under the trees. The particular spot we were at was close to the kitchen, and the aroma of chicken pepper soup filled the air; it made my mouth water.

“Good evening sir.” Someone said behind me. I turned around and saw it was one of my favorite waitresses at the spot. She was a chubby lively girl that had served me and Joy many times, and I most times left her tips. Jack and I ordered the same thing; Legend Extra Stout. As she walked off, my phone started buzzing on the plastic table. I picked it up and saw it was Joy calling. They were already outside and they wanted to know exactly where we were, so they don’t look lost entering the place. After getting off the phone with her, I let Jack know they were here.
They appeared seconds later. Joy was in a tight fitted, flower patterned red and white gown that showed a lot of cleavage. Her dressing had gradually become sexier over time since I first got to know her, but I could say this was the sexiest I had ever seen her. Her friend was also dressed in something tight; a short brown gown. She was a tall and curvy girl. Even from the front, I could tell she had a big butt, and she was flaunting it. The girls were dressed to kill.

The table we were on had four plastic chairs; one on each side. Jack and I were sitting facing each other, and we had our sides to the car park were Joy and her friend were approaching from. So, the chair backing them, and the one opposite it were the free ones. “Mr. Jack, long time.” Joy said in a joyful manner as she took the seat at the head of the table. She and Jack started a conversation immediately, even before her friend took her seat.

She eventually introduced her friend to us as Morenike, but I could tell right at that moment that Jack wasn’t going to spend any time getting to know her friend; he already had his eye on the forbidden fruit. He tried to balance talking to both of them, but at some point, he was more focused on talking to Joy. I had to start talking to Morenike just to make things less awkward at the table.

At a point I started incorporating everyone in the discussion I was having with Joy’s friend so as to balance things out. But before the end of the night, it was very clear to me that my friend wasn’t going to his Hotel room with Morenike that night.

The girl’s wanted Shawarma, and they didn’t have at the lounge, so we paid our bill, and left the place. Joy and Morenike were whispering in the backseat of the SUV during the ride to get Shawarma, obviously discussing how the night was going to end.

Their friend happened to be working at the shawarma joint we went to, and while they went off to do some catching up with the girl and place their orders, Jack said he had something he wanted to discuss with me. The road had about half a dozen bars in close proximity to each other, all playing loud music, so we had to go into Jack’s SUV to talk.

I wasn’t shocked when he told me he didn’t like Morenike, and even though I already knew he liked Joy, it was a shocker to hear him say she was the one he wanted. I wasn’t dating Joy, and I had no claim over her, but he had heard me talk about a lot, and I was sure he knew I liked her. I didn’t expect him to want to be with a girl he knew I liked a lot.

I told him I would ask if she was interested. We left the car and walked back to the Shwarma spot. While he was paying for what the girl’s had bought and talking to Morenike, I pulled Joy to the side and this was how our conversation went.

I was already tipsy and had no inhibitions, so I said, “What’s up? My friend said it is you he likes.”
She laughed a little before saying, “Yeah, I already noticed that.”
“You guys really have chemistry.”
When she didn’t say anything, I asked if she was cool with hooking up with him.

She went silent. The silence alone killed me. I never expected her to even think before giving me a negative answer; and when she said, “Okay,” my heart shattered into a million pieces.

I was mad at myself for going ahead and asking Joy that question; I could have told Jack she was a no go area. But really, there was nothing much I could have done, because she had had her eye on him since the very first day she saw him some months back.

I was disappointed in Joy for agreeing to hook up with my close friend. I was also disappointed in her for agreeing to hook up with someone she had initially gotten for her friend. I felt so bad for the girl when she got out of the car when we drove up to their hostel, and she walked off, wondering why my friend didn’t even collect her number. I could see in her countenance and body language that her self-esteem was shattered.

I chatted with Joy when I got home that night, and as she asked me questions about my friend and what time we would see the following day, I wondered if she even thought of how I was feeling right now. Then a voice in my head said, “Well, you asked her, didn’t you? So, it is your fault.”

I had known her longer and done so much, trying to make her like me, and all my friend had to do was just show up with his swag, and he had her swooning all over him. I guess there was nothing I can do; she really wasn’t attracted to me. That realization made me sad; really sad.

enirock:
Uncle Kay come and continue ooo. Thanks for the updates.
The suspense is what we have to endure. At a boy in our (most) lives, we have behaved like Sam thinking the love we lost will find us but oftentimes, they've moved on.

Yeah.

Next chapter drops tonight by 11.

Chapter 9: Complicated Feelings

Even though we hadn’t communicated much on the phone, we started talking immediately we saw. Anyone on my street that saw us together would think we were old friends. Princess was average height, pretty, dark-skinned, with full lips, had a coke bottle figure, and long dark natural hair; these were some physical qualities I naturally liked in a girl, but I felt nothing for her. I could only see us being friends, and nothing more.

When we got home, I realized I had no food in the house. I was so used to eating out I forgot to put my guest into consideration. We took a stroll to a bar in my area for food, and while she ate, Joy kept sending me messages asking how it was all going. She believed all I wanted her friend for was sex and wanted me to get right to it, without getting too familiar. Joy might not have cared about sharing me physically with her friend, but it was very clear to me she wasn’t ready to share me emotionally with another girl.

Princess had worked in a poultry farm up until last month, so we had so much to talk about when we got back home. Even after we had had sex, we talked late into the night about the different breeds of chickens in Nigeria and each one’s different characteristics. It was really fun having her over, because initially, I thought it was going to be an awkward night. When Princess left the following morning, I called Joy to let her know how it all went. She wasn’t satisfied with me saying it went well; she wanted to know every single detail of the night.

……….

As the weeks went on, I saw Princess a couple of more times. We didn’t talk much on the phone, or even chatted much. But when I needed her, I would send her a message to know when she would be free, and we would agree on a date for her to come over. Even though I enjoyed her company, it remained strictly physical with us, no feelings developed. I concluded she told her friends, Joy included, how our nights went, because Joy would always send me messages after each of the visits, insinuating that she had heard how the night went. It would just be my name typed twice in the message, and when I asked what she meant, she would say nothing, and send a wink emoji. It always made me smile.

Joy seemed happy that I was at least having a nice time every now and then. Or so I thought; but I guess with time, she got a bit jealous of the whole thing. We were chatting one day when she said she wanted to ask me a question. When I urged her to go on, she said, “If I ask you to stop seeing Princess, would you stop?” The question caught me off guard, but I answered with a yes. She went on to say she didn’t want me to stop seeing her, but just wanted know if I would stop if she asked.

If I were to guess, I would say my value had gone up in her eyes because she had seen how another female valued me. Or could she be just like a spoiled little kid that never wanted the other kids to ever play with her toys? I thought to myself. Only time would tell.

I had just ended my chat with Joy and was about to take a quick afternoon nap when my phone rang. It was my friend, Jack. He never called before coming to town; he always called when he was already in his hotel room. I always looked forward to his visits, because it meant I got to hangout and talk to another human being that understood me. He was one of my oldest friends; from being prepubescent kids in junior secondary, to attending separate universities in the same state, we remained close. He was one of the people I could be myself around.

That evening, we decided not to go out but have drinks at the hotel’s bar, which was on the ground floor of the hotel building. He let me know he was on leave from work, and instead of the standard two days he usually stayed when he visited my town, he would be staying a full week. During our discussion, I updated him on what had been happening in my life, including the thing with Joy, and Princess. He already got to meet Joy from his last visit, and when I told him about Joy saying she might ask me to stop seeing Princess in the future, he told me straight away that she was probably planning on coming back into my life full time. His conclusion made me smile and wonder off in thought.

Before the end of the night, he asked if I thought Joy could hook him up with one of her friends. He was going to stay for a full week and wanted some company. I hit her up on Whatsapp to ask and she said it won’t be a problem. She sent me her roommate’s picture after a while, and asked that I show my friend. I could tell he wasn’t too blown away with what he saw, but he said she was cool and he would like to meet her. There was nothing wrong with the girl; she was pretty, tall, and curvy. But, like me, he liked petite girls.

Before I left my friend’s hotel, Joy hit me back and said the roommate was down to meet my friend. We agreed to meet at our favorite lounge the next day.

As I lay my head to sleep that night, Joy was all I thought about. I had missed her a lot and couldn’t wait to see her the following day. I had no idea I had just set in motion a chain of events that would lead me into a deep, dark depression. I had just set in motion a butterfly effect in my little universe that would turn my world upside down.

sulorog:
Op, you said you with be updating from Thursday and Saturday. What happen on Thursday that u did not update

Life happened... Life happens. I thought I already edited out where I said that sef. Anyway, I update twice a week now...Thats all I can promise... But I can't promise when the updates will come.

Chapter 8: The Plot Thickens

I looked at the screen of my Android phone and read the words over a couple of times. My mind raced. Was I about to become a father? I thought to myself. And then a voice in my head said, ‘bro, you’ve never gone beyond second base with her.’ I exhaled. Her telling me, ‘I think I’m pregnant’ doesn’t necessarily mean I was responsible, and it also doesn’t necessarily mean she was pregnant.

When I didn’t respond, I saw an indication on my phone screen that she was typing again, and I quickly responded with, “are you sure you are?”
She went on to tell me how her period was late by a couple of days, and how she had started seeing some signs of pregnancy. ‘Some signs of pregnancy? What are signs of pregnancy?’ I thought to myself. I let her know all that could be psychological, and unless she got a test saying she was pregnant, she couldn’t be 100% sure.

She said her boyfriend had been acting different since she told him about the new development. I became sad when she said this because it meant she had been sleeping with the guy. Even though we weren’t dating, it was like hearing that your girlfriend had cheated on you.

She was already thinking of ways to terminate the pregnancy, even when she wasn’t 100% sure she was pregnant. A mixture of lime juice and strong gin drink was a way to terminate early pregnancy a friend of hers had told her about. I started getting scared for her, and tried to calm her down. But she was really paranoid, thinking of how her life would change forever if she were to have a baby. As we were chatting, she was also chatting with her boyfriend. And after a while, she let me know the guy had stopped responding to her messages.

She was distraught, and I started reassuring her that everything would be okay, so she wouldn’t go and do something stupid. As I was trying my best to make her feel better, I thought of the classic 80s movie, The Last American Virgin. In the movie, the main character, a high school boy had a girl he liked, but she liked his wayward friend instead. His friend eventually got her pregnant, and rejected the pregnancy. The main guy then took it upon himself to help her out. He took her for an abortion, paid for it, and took her to his family ranch to recuperate. When she was back on her feet, she went right back into the arms of his friend that had gotten her pregnant and abandoned her. Was I going to end up like that guy? I thought to myself.

Joy finally agreed to go for a pregnancy test. She hit me up the next day saying she had seen her period, and she had also gotten a negative pregnancy test result. She told her boyfriend about this, and he read her message, but didn’t respond. I guessed, either the guy never took her serious in the first place, or he thought she was lying to him, trying to use the pregnancy scare to get some money from him.

Well, that was the end of her short lived relationship. I didn’t know if I was to be sad for her, or be happy for myself. Well, it really changed nothing in my favor, because she had let me know she wasn’t physically attracted to me. I guessed I was too slim for her.

Our friendship continued after the whole pregnancy scare drama. One time she came to my house when she was fasting, as instructed by her pastor. We ate together, watched movies, and even took a nap side by side on my bed, but nothing happened. No kiss or intimate physical contact. The urge to do that was out the window for me because I was a respecter of people’s religious doctrines. When she got home later that night, she let me know how much she loved the visit and said she would not want to get intimate with me again going forward. I was instantly sad, but I said Okay.

After that day, she never came over again. We always met up at a lounge in my area. We would talk over a couple of drinks and fried food, and I would put her in a cab back to school when it got late.

Joy got over her ex real quick, and she started dating again. I always enjoyed listening to her stories about the new guys her friends were introducing her to. Most of them were rich guys that would always show her a nice time, and she seemed never to find any of them she really liked, but she enjoyed the time and money they spent on her.

During one of our dates at the lounge, I told her how lonely I got some times, and I playfully asked her to introduce me to one of her friends since she didn’t want to be with me anymore. She said, okay, and showed me a couple of pictures of a dark skin girl on her phone, asking if I liked her. The girl had a nice smile, and seemed like she would have a great personality, so I said yes. I thought she was joking till she called up the girl right there and then and told her about me.

She knew I wasn’t really interested in anything serious at the moment, and explained this to her friend. The girl was down for it, as long as it would be a no strings attached relationship she would at least gain something from. It all happened so fast, and before the end of the night, I had already set a date for Princess to visit me at home. I didn’t want to go ahead with it at first, but then I thought, Joy is dating other guys, and she doesn’t have any problem with this, so why not have some fun.

I thought it was complicated, but I had no idea something even more complicated was looming ahead.

It was weird having someone over at my place that I hadn’t even met in person before. I didn’t even know much about her, and she was going to sleep over at my place. I got anxious waiting for her to arrive, and couldn’t do much work online. I was replacing the white light bulb in my room with a blue light bulb when my phone started ringing in my pocket. I fixed the bulb properly, got off the chair I was standing on, and then pulled my phone out my pocket. It was her. The line went dead just as I was about to pick up. I dialed her number, and she picked up on the first ringing session. “Hello.”
“Hey, what’s up?”
“I’m fine. I’m at your bus stop.”
“Oh! Okay. I’ll be there shortly.”
“Okay.”
When the line went dead, I put my phone back in my pocket, looked around my room to make sure nothing was out of place. I had no idea how the night was going to turn out, and it got me a bit anxious.

When I try to write longer and go faster, I burn out fast and abandon the story. I know my weekness and my strengths, and I try not to do more than myself

YoungBruzzy:
Thanks for the update boss
But the update is kinda short

Let me respond to you so that anyone expecting a longer update going forward will know what's up... I write short chapters. That's my style. I know some people don't like it, but that is what I am most comfortable with.

By the way, the last three chapters have all hovered around 1,100 words... Plus or minus.

abubakarbabang7:
I purposely didn’t complete it
I love you Sam

Lol

abubakarbabang7:
I love you ....:

That's just 3 words.

Haha! No one is even close with the guesses. Anyway, tomorrow is not too far away.

Odoogu:
Are you at home?
Guess those should be the four words

Haha! You guys should keep guessing.

Next update will be up tomorrow, and you will know by then.

Kawo9ze:
Update update update ooo!

Done.

Chapter 7: Joy Drops a Bombshell

Joy came over a couple of more times after her impromptu visit; mostly on her own volition. And then, all of a sudden, she stopped. I didn’t know if it was something I did, or something I didn’t do, but the more I tried to make her visit me, the more she pulled away. Then one day, she dropped a bombshell. She told me she had met someone.

Apparently, one of the girl’s that had approached her wanting a friendship had a brother she wanted to hook Joy up with. As she told me about how much she liked the guy, I was dumbfounded, but I kept responding on autopilot with monotonous answers; my mind had traveled far. I was confused. I had never been good with this relationship thing, but I thought there was something between us. Yes, I never asked her out, but I believed the passionate times we had spent together meant something, and I felt we had an unspoken understanding that there was something between us.

Even though I had been in a couple of friends with benefits relationships before I met Joy, I never got too romantic with any one of them. I sure didn’t spend hours kissing none of them passionately.

When she told me the guy asked her out, and she said yes, my mind came back to reality. I was still with Joy three weeks ago, kissing, and making out, and now she has a boyfriend. I was really confused, and couldn’t hold back how I felt any longer, so I asked her what we had been doing all this while, and what we were. She didn’t type for a while, and when she responded she said she believed we were just friends, and that she didn’t see me that way. Now I was even more confused, and I didn’t have any words to express myself. Then she went on to say she wasn’t physically or sexually attracted to me, and that I wasn’t really her type of guy.

My heart shattered into a million pieces. The white light in my room was on, but it felt like I was sitting in a dark cave. I didn’t respond, and the app showed she was typing; she stopped, and continued many times, like she was looking for the right words to express herself. After about five minutes, I sent her a message, letting her know I understood her. I proceeded to ask her to tell me more about the guy. She seemed so excited talking about the guy, and it was almost like she was chatting with one of her girlfriends. It made me feel less than a man. Was she just using me to kill time all along? I thought to myself. Even if that was the case, then she must at least like something about me for her to have visited me at home multiple times. I thought to myself.

When we ended the chat that night, I made up my mind to play along and not show her how hurt I was. I felt it was the best thing for my sanity at this point. I went to bed sad that night.

……….

The days that followed had me more focused on making my life better. I worked more on my online publishing business, and instead of chatting with Joy when I was bored, I spent time in my backyard, watching my chickens interact. Once in a while, I would chat with her briefly, so that it didn’t seem like I was hurt that she now had a boyfriend. One day, she sent me a message asking what was up with me. I asked her what exactly she meant, and she said it felt like I was pulling away from her. I lied to her that I had some family issues taking up my time, but that I would be freer in the next couple of days.

I was still confused. It was obvious she liked being with me, and chatting with me; I would assume that meant she had feelings for me. I made up my mind to talk to a friend of mine that was more experienced than I was in relationship matters.

After explaining everything to my friend on Whatsapp, he said to me, ‘Sam, the girl likes you, but she has some desires to fulfill that you can’t help her with, so she’s exploring right now.’ It kind of made sense to me; I just found it hard to understand how she could compartmentalize her feelings so well.

I chatted with her more the days that followed, but made sure our conversations never went beyond music, movies, and the state of the country. I never discussed anything too intimate with her, and I never persuaded her to come and visit me again. It was hard to do, because, on lonely nights, my mind would wonder off to her. And even though I knew she now had a boyfriend, I would still feel there was a chance for me.

The more I chatted with her, the more I found out that, apart from being lovers, we were actually good friends. We would make each other laugh without even trying, and we shared the same views on so many topics.

Each time I thought I was over her, she would update her status with a simple picture of herself, and my heart would start longing for her again. I contemplated getting into a serious relationship to forget about her, but I wanted to wait a while and see how things go.

One day, I came back from a landlords meeting in my neighborhood and saw 6 missed calls on my phone. I had left the phone to charge as power was restored just as I was leaving for the meeting, and my phone battery was low. When I checked who had called me, I saw it was Joy. I turned on my internet, and a couple of Whatsapp messages came in from her. I responded to her greeting, and it indicated that she had read it immediately. Then she said she has something she wants to discuss with me. I asked her what’s up, and as I saw the indication that she was typing, my mind wondered off, thinking what it could be.

When her message finally came in, I stared at the four words in shock.

What's up guys...If you like this story, you can check out my other stories similar to this.

*Done in 60 Seconds (https://www.nairaland.com/3933171/done-60-seconds-short-crime)

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*4 Dead (https://www.nairaland.com/3282359/4-dead-flash-fiction-story)

Carterj007:
I'm already following it. You're a super writer.

Thanks. I appreciate the complement.

Chapter 6: A Joyous Day

I lived all alone in a small bungalow on a plot of land, and I had been putting off cutting the grass in my compound for some time now. But I had seen a brown snake in my backyard, close to my chicken cage last night, and I couldn’t put off clearing the compound any longer. The last time I paid someone to do it, what he charged me left a dent in my monthly miscellaneous budget, and he was done within in a couple of hours. My time was definitely worth more than his, but I still felt it would make more economic sense to clear it myself.

I was ducked down, in jeans shorts and singlet, under the midday sun, continuously striking the blades of grass with my thin, handy cutlass. My house had no gate or wall in front, and I got tired of greeting everyone that passed by. I saw one of my neighbors approaching from the left side of my street, and I was tempted to act like I was receiving a call. And just then, my phone started ringing for real.
The call was from Joy. I stared at the phone screen, wondering why she was calling. Most of our communication was done via text, and even the phone conversations were usually initiated by me. “Hey what’s up?” I said into the phone mouthpiece when I picked up.
“Hi. Are you at home?”
“Yes.
“Okay. I’m coming over.”
“Okay.” I said, and the line went dead. I was still staring at my phone, wondering what had just happened when my neighbor greeted me good afternoon in Yoruba, “E kaasan o.”
“E kaasan sir.” I replied him with a bow, even though I was in a squatting position. Respect was a big deal in the community, and I always acted accordingly. The man, in his mid-50s, dressed in brown Ankara attire, walked on, with his hands behind him. There was a smile on his face as he looked around my compound. He had gotten tired of advising me to fumigate the compound. Doing that would have been the best thing to do, but I didn’t want anything affecting my birds.

I stabbed the ground with my cutlass and got on my feet to inspect the work I had done so far. Half the front area of my compound was done; that was good enough, I thought to myself as I dusted off sand and grass from my bare arms and jeans. I pulled the cutlass from the ground and was about to head in when something casted a shadow above me. I looked up and saw a hawk swoop down to pick a chick with its talons, and fly back into the sky. The mother hen made a loud, high pitched sound and flew into the air, attempting to get her chick back. The rest of the chicks ran towards my front entrance for cover.

The hawk was long gone, but the hen kept parading the spot her chick had been picked, making loud, repeated squawking sounds. After a while, still making noise, she walked over to where the other chicks were, and they continued scavenging for food. The other chicks didn’t even appear sad that they had just lost a sibling. Life goes on I guess. I was still deep in thought when my phone started ringing again. It was Joy, and she was calling to ask for the name of my bus stop. Apparently, she was already close by when she called the first time. After ending the call, I rushed inside. I had to take a bath before she got here.

……….

Joy and I were sitting sideways on my bed, with our backs to the window, talking about what had happened in our individual lives since we last saw. My life was boring, so I didn’t have much to tell her. She was wearing a short, red wool gown, with long sleeves. I was having lustful thoughts, staring at her exposed laps when she asked what I do all day and how I make my money. We had known each other for a while now, but she had never asked detailed questions like this before. After she got all the right answers she wanted, I asked her what had been happening in her life. Joy was light skin beauty that got approached by guys a lot, so there was a lot for her to talk about. The most interesting story she shared was about being approached by two girls in her school. They had complimented her beauty and wanted to be her friend. I guessed they were probably undergrads that thought Joy was one of them. She said she was scared to find out what they really wanted. I was curious to know what they wanted too, and asked her to keep me updated.

The room got quiet when we ran out of things to say to each other, and I decided to make a move. I slowly placed my hand on her bare lap and started caressing it. “Why is your hand shaking?” She said with a light laugh and playfully shoved my hand away. I was embarrassed, but covered it up with a laugh. It was obvious she wanted me to touch her, and it wasn’t like I hadn’t made out with her before, but I was just too lily-livered and my heart was beating real fast. It was easier the last time because it was dark, and we had been lying in bed together for hours. But today was broad day light. If I had known, I would have let down the curtains, and set the mood right for romance.

I took a few seconds to relax my body, and then tried again. This time, she didn’t remove my hand. After caressing her for some seconds, I turned to kiss her, and she responded real good. After kissing in an uncomfortable position, she pulled away, sat facing me, and started kissing me passionately. Joy loved kissing, and some smooching, but she never allowed me to go further than that. She would do anything I wanted, as long as we didn’t go all the way. That was okay by me. She was very passionate with the make-out and it gave me a false belief that she was in love with me. That was a stupid assumption, but I was very naïve in this department.

When I was walking her to the bus stop later that day, she asked about my friend; that bothered me a bit. But I thought, well that’s the only friend of mine she has met, so it shouldn’t be a big deal that she would be asking of him. Later that day, sitting on my bed alone, I started thinking about it again. Could it be that she fancied my friend, and wanted to get to know him? But then another voice in my head said, ‘she just spent hours with you, making out, why would she be interested in your friend when she is spending time with you?’ I went to bed confused, wondering if normal guys overthink things the way I did.

Jaylynn:
Okay. Now I'm curious to know your secret. Hope you don't get offended.


How do you get so much views in such less time? I'm curious. Just how do you do it? And also how do you get so much people to comment on every story you post?
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BTW, what a lovely story you've got there

Well, I have been posting my stories in this section as far back as 2015, and I was very consistent between 2016-2018... I had a lot of free time between those years, and I was able to gain a lot of fans and followers.

Also, stories from this section (Literature section) used to hit front page early in the morning back then... I was lucky to have a lot of mine hit front page, which got me a lot of views and the exposure.

Carterj007:
I'm sorry about the mix-up. And which story are you posting now?

No problem.

This is the story I'm posting... https://www.nairaland.com/6760341/love-life-lily-livered-loner-kayode

Kawo9ze:
Pls make your tomorrow be tomorrow o, cuz my girl reading this story don dey on my neck since
Jhoor o!

Lol. Don't worry, I won't disappoint this time. I full ground.

What's up guys.... I just got back from a short vacation in Lagos...I'll post the next chapter tomorrow afternoon.

And thanks to the mods for pinning this story at the top of this section. I really appreciate it.

Carterj007:
Kudos to you @Kayo80. I have read all your stories and they are all breathtaking. I pray for you to get more inspiration to write more stories. Please what about Desire 2, Diary of a shy college Kid? You've not completed them.

I do not have any story titled Desire, but I will get back to Diary of a Shy College Kid hopefully when I complete the story I'm currently posting.

Thanks for reading my stories.

Jaylynn:
How do you do it, sir? Write so many stories and not get tired?

I get tired sometimes o... I get unmotivated to write, and I don't write or edit during those periods. Life happens, and I just have to take time out to work on some personal things in my life... But the stories in me won't let me be... With time, I get back to writing again.

I would say my passion for storytelling won't let me go for an extended period without writing, even though I take a lot of breaks in between writing stories.

I can see you also have so many stories here... How do you do it?

Whoever you are, binging and liking my stories since yesterday, just know I really appreciate you. Likes and comments are the currency we writers on Nairaland live by. I wish more fans would realize this. It doesn't take much to click on 'like' after reading a story you like, but most readers don't do this... But they are quick to complain when you as a writer gets unmotivated to keep posting.

Thanks once again... Whoever you are, wherever you are.