SUNDAY - Previous Day

Griiiillll Griillllll…. “Hello Dotman, how far?” “Hello who is this?” “Dotman are you alright? It’s Obi; don’t you recognize my voice?” “Oh Obi I’m sorry, but this isn’t your number you’re using to call me” “yes, I just got a new line. Have you checked your mail this morning?” “No, what happened?”

That Sunday I was on my bed around 2pm watching movies on my old laptop when my friend Obi suddenly called me and started asking questions.
I wasn’t in the mood to talk and was hoping he end the call soon when he said “you haven’t checked your mail? Look at someone looking for job!” he exclaimed.

Before I could say anything he continued “check your mail now, that company I’m helping you to process is doing interview tomorrow and they must have sent you a mail. Get dressed tomorrow and leave early; I wish you the best. I will call you later” with this Obi ended the call. I sighed and returned to the movie I was watching.

My hunt for job began a year ago; immediately I graduated from school. I’ve always heard that the labour market is tough but I wasn’t expecting it to be this tough. I submitted applications to hundreds of firms, both private and public; I was called to several interviews and tests. But it all yielded nothing.
I even attended several free seminars and conventions in the hope of getting a job opportunity.

After eight months of hunting, all my good clothes and shoes have become worn out; I had almost nothing left with me. Then I was left with no choice but to go into a job I’ve always disliked: teaching. I searched and applied to different private schools around my area. I finally got a job in one school where I’m being paid twenty five thousand naira monthly.

I continued my job hunt even after getting this job – I still submitted so many applications online. However it’s been over six months now since I started teaching and it’s not looking likely that I will see a better job soon. So I’ve started giving up.
We are currently on break in the school I work so I spend most of my time indoor. Obi who had been gainfully employed three months after our graduation has been working tirelessly in helping me to find a job.

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JOB HUNT

“Hello can I have your attention please? All applicants can come in now; its time already. Please to avoid embarrassment; if you don’t have the required documents don’t bother to come inside.”
I’ve literally been shivering ever since I arrived; however this latest announcement was the ultimate icing cold – it sent a cold shiver down my spine.

I stood up slowly and walked sluggishly towards the gate “eh take it easy can’t you – “ “Mr. man you just pushed – “ “sorry”. Everyone around me was in frenzy; there was no order at all; everyone is rushing towards the gate at the same time.
I was being pushed around over and over again but I didn’t bother to join the rush; I moved slowly towards the gate.

By the time I finally pushed through the gate, my heart sank: I saw no less than 40 people seated under a canopy at one edge of the compound; some people were even standing. At that instance, I felt a strong urge to turn back and go back to my house; I wanted to just leave. But I found myself walking towards the canopy.

Everyone was seated on a plastic chair. I took the last seat at the back (obviously nobody wanted to sit there) and looked at the sea of heads ahead of me; “no hope for you here Dotman” I thought to myself.

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JOB HUNT

“Hello can I have your attention please? All applicants can come in now; its time already. Please to avoid embarrassment; if you don’t have the required documents don’t bother to come inside.”

I’ve literally been shivering ever since I arrived; however this latest announcement was the ultimate icing cold – it sent a cold shiver down my spine.

I stood up slowly and walked sluggishly towards the gate “eh take it easy can’t you – “ “Mr. man you just pushed – “ “sorry”. Everyone around me was in frenzy; there was no order at all; everyone is rushing towards the gate at the same time. I was being pushed around over and over again but I didn’t bother to join the rush; I moved slowly towards the gate.

By the time I finally pushed through the gate, my heart sank: I saw no less than 40 people seated under a canopy at one edge of the compound; some people were even standing.
At that instance, I felt a strong urge to turn back and go back to my house; I wanted to just leave. But I found myself walking towards the canopy.

Everyone was seated on a plastic chair. I took the last seat at the back (obviously nobody wanted to sit there) and looked at the sea of heads ahead of me; “no hope for you here Dotman” I thought to myself.


SUNDAY - Previous Day

Griiiillll Griillllll…. “Hello Dotman, how far?” “Hello who is this?” “Dotman are you alright? It’s Obi; don’t you recognize my voice?” “Oh Obi I’m sorry, but this isn’t your number you’re using to call me” “yes, I just got a new line. Have you checked your mail this morning?” “No, what happened?”

That Sunday I was on my bed around 2pm watching movies on my old laptop when my friend Obi suddenly called me and started asking questions. I wasn’t in the mood to talk and was hoping he end the call soon when he said “you haven’t checked your mail? Look at someone looking for job!” he exclaimed.

Before I could say anything he continued “check your mail now, that company I’m helping you to process is doing interview tomorrow and they must have sent you a mail. Get dressed tomorrow and leave early; I wish you the best. I will call you later” with this Obi ended the call. I sighed and returned to the movie I was watching.

My hunt for job began a year ago; immediately I graduated from school. I’ve always heard that the labour market is tough but I wasn’t expecting it to be this tough. I submitted applications to hundreds of firms, both private and public; I was called to several interviews and tests. But all yielded nothing.
I even attended several free seminars and conventions in the hope of getting a job opportunity.

After eight months of hunting, all my good clothes and shoes have become worn out; I had almost nothing left with me. Then I was left with no choice but to go into a job I’ve always disliked: teaching. I searched and applied to different private schools around my area. I finally got a job in one school where I’m being paid twenty five thousand naira monthly.

I continued my job hunt even after getting this job – I still submitted so many applications online. However it’s been over six months now since I started teaching and it’s not looking likely that I will see a better job soon. So I’ve started giving up.

We are currently on break in the school I work so I spend most of my time indoor. Obi who had been gainfully employed three months after our graduation has been working tirelessly in helping me to find a job.


MONDAY

I got to the venue of the interview very late. The mail asked us to come by 8:30am but I got there by 9:15am. I actually woke up early but I wasted the whole time on choosing an outfit.
I tried on almost all the shirts and trousers in my wardrobe; they all have one fault or the other. Some are torn, others are worn out or have become faded; I was very confused and frustrated.

I finally settled on one oversized but clean blue shirt and a deep brown trouser. I wore my one and only shoe and took off immediately. I took a bike to the venue and stopped about a hundred steps away from the gate.

There were so many people lurking outside the gate; at first I doubted if I made a mistake but on a closer look at the people around, reality dawned on me: they all came for the interview just like me.

“Excuse me please, you also came for the interview right?” I asked one fair lady who just finished speaking with someone on phone and was walking towards the gate “no I just came here to mark attendance and while away my time” the lady hissed and walked away angrily. How rude! I thought to myself.

Obviously I picked the wrong person. I looked around and saw a petite beautiful lady standing against a wooden pole; she was speaking with a guy whose back was facing me. I walked towards them and asked politely “excuse me please; I believe you guys are also here for the interview; why are we waiting outside or is the interview over?”

It was the guy who replied my question “no the interview hasn’t started, we were told to stay outside until they call us in”.
Thank God, I thought to myself “I hope you have all your documents with you?” The lady spoke for the first time; “yes, I– wait let me check again” I quickly opened the bag I was holding which contains all the documents they asked us to bring.

My mouth suddenly opened wide in surprise “what happened? Did you forget something?” the guy asked. I looked at the two of them and I said slowly “I think I left my certificate at home” “haa!” they both exclaimed in unison. “And they stated it clearly that if you don’t have the requirements you shouldn’t come. I also heard that they are strict with – “ it was at this junction that a voice boomed from a microphone and interrupted the guy. “They are calling us inside; you better run”

The two of them brushed me aside like I didn’t exist and took off towards the gate like a sprinter in a 100m race.




THE INTERVIEW

I sat patiently on the last seat under the canopy we were all asked to stay. I was very worried and anxious but I just sat calmly on the chair. I was worried for two reasons: first I forgot my certificate at home and it’s one of the documents which we were asked to bring. It was clearly stated that failure to bring the required documents will certificate to automatic disqualification.

Second, I looked like a pauper compared to other applicants at the venue with my oversized shirt, faded trouser and worn out shoes. I wished I hadn’t bothered to enter the gate at all. It was the fear of remaining a teacher for another God- knows- when period that prompted me to come in and hope for the best.

Then a man appeared in front of us “everyone should get seated. My name is Mr. Lawani and I will be organizing you guys today with Mrs. Nadia who will be here shortly. Now everyone of you should look at the back of his/her chair you will see a number written at the back with a white board marker; can you all see that?”
A mild noise ensued as everyone began looking for his/her number. “Can we all see it?” “Yes!” we chorused. “Good. We are going to be calling you guys in with your number please ensure you respond promptly when you’re called to avoid disqualification”.

My number was 39 – that was the second to the last number –we were 40 in number. “Number one!” the man’s deep voice boomed in the microphone “sir!” came a lady’s voice. Then a dark plump lady walked briskly from the front row towards the man.

A woman (who introduced herself as Mrs. Nadia) came to join Mr. Lawani and together they started assessing the lady. They checked her documents to ensure she has the required documents and they also assessed her dressing. She was passed and was allowed to go into the office. The rest of us were as silent as a dead meat.

After about 15-20 minutes, the deep voice boomed again “number two” yes sir!”A lanky guy stepped forward. As he turned to face the man and woman who will assess him, I realized it was the guy who, together with a lady, had responded to me earlier outside the gate.
For the next one hour, names were called and applicants went in; we didn’t have any idea how the interview went because we haven’t seen anyone come out.

I was already bored and was feeling sleepy. My number is still very far behind so I started dozing. “Number twenty two!” silence. “Number twenty two!” silence. At this point I jolted awake.

Everyone was looking around and wondering who number 22 was. Then a deep drowsy male voice answered “sir! I’m here sir!” everyone looked at him with surprise; the guy has obviously dozed off. Then Mr. Lawani’s voice came “number 22 is disqualified; please security take him away”.
I became afraid and alert; you can’t afford to sleep here Dotman; I told myself.

There were murmurs as the guy started begging frantically “please sir, I’m sorry sir it was a mistake” the man was taken away by the security despite his pleadings.

“Number twenty three” “sir!” a lady responded and after she was assessed, she went in. About a minute later as the lady went in, a tall heavily built dark man suddenly appeared from the entrance of the interview building and walked to Mrs. Nadia. He spoke with her for a few minutes and walked back inside the building.
Mrs. Nadia turned to her partner (Mr. Lawani) and whispered something to him – obviously she was relaying the message she received from the man who came out moments ago.

Another minute passed, then the bombshell dropped.

“Number thirty nine!” silence. “Number thirty nine” “sir” I answered meekly. Then a sea of eyes turned back to look at me and at that moment I felt my legs crushing. I wished I could wither away like a feather in the wind; I wished the ground could open up and just swallow me. I was taken by surprise.

What happened? Why did they skip so many numbers? How could they jump from number 23 to number 39? These unanswered questions kept playing in my head as I picked up my bag and started walking slowly towards the front row.

My steps were unsteady and slow as I make my way to the organizers. I could hear some murmurs and mild laughter; everyone was looking at my oversized shirt, faded trousers and worn out shoes. I kept looking down as I made my way.

I finally looked up as I arrived in front of the organizers, I noticed that Mrs. Nadia was trying to keep herself from laughing but she couldn’t hide it; I could see the glint in her eyes. Suddenly the mild laughter and murmurs became very loud. I turned around and realized everyone was laughing and pointing at my back.

Oh Lord, I prayed silently, please let it not be what I’m thinking.

But it was.


In my haste to make it early to the venue earlier this morning, and after wasting so much time in selecting an outfit, I didn’t check thoroughly the trouser I finally picked. The trouser is one of my very old one which I had stopped wearing for some time now because it has two small holes at the buttocks area.
As I turned to check I realized it was the same trouser. I almost cried; the humiliation was TOO much.

Mrs. Nadia couldn’t hold herself any longer immediately she saw it too; she burst out in laughter. Mr. Lawani too was amused but he managed to keep himself in check. I thought it was over and I would be sent home in humiliation. I regretted coming for the interview in the first place.

However to my surprise, Mr. Lawani asked me to bring out my documents. I looked at him in disbelief; but he repeated himself “let me see your documents”. I quickly brought it out and after going through it he looked at me with contempt “you didn’t bring your certificate along; why?”

I started trembling; but before I could say a word Mrs. Nadia shocked me with her words “just let him go inside please; we don’t have time. He’s already been cleared”.

I thought I was dreaming as I walked through the door that led into the building. There was a long passage with doors on both sides. I paused at the first door and began contemplating where I am supposed to go. A lady suddenly appeared from a door at the far end of the passage and said “Are you Mr. Apata Dotun?” “Yes ma” I replied.

She then motioned for me to come inside. I walked towards the far end and stopped when I got to the front of the door; I took a deep breath; say a word of prayer and I went in.

Inside the office were four people – two middle aged man and woman, a young dark lady (the one who welcomed me inside) and another fair lady who sat facing the two middle aged.
I greeted everyone but only the dark lady answered. The older people didn’t even look up, neither did the fair lady. “So Miss. Marian, you will receive a message from us tonight or tomorrow morning” the man said. “Thank you so much sir.” The lady sitting in front of them bowed a little and stood up.

Immediately she turned I saw her face clearly – oh so it’s you! I thought to myself. She was the rude lady whom I first talked to earlier in the morning. Our eyes met for a fleeting moment before she stepped around me and left. “Mr. Apata Dotun right?” the woman motioned at me.

“Yes ma” “ok, you know what; just drop all your documents there, we are already overdue here” she pointed to a table at one corner of the room “we will send you a message tomorrow”. “Alright ma” I quickly did as I was asked and I left the room.

Outside the door, the passage was empty again. I heaved a deep breath and started working towards the door through which I came in. The door behind me opened and the lady came out again “Mr. Dotun you can’t pass through there; there is another exit here” she pointed at one of the doors on the passage.

I looked at the door she pointed and saw the word EXIT pasted on it. I opened the door and found myself in another small passage that led me back to the compound. I felt relieved as I stepped into the compound again. I glanced at the canopy where I sat earlier and noticed that the number of applicants has dwindled.

But where are the other applicants going? I wondered to myself as I made my way through the gate and flag down a cab.




TUESDAY

I woke up very late that Tuesday morning. I had a late dinner the previous night and that made me quite heavy. I checked the time; it was 9:30am. I walked lazily to the bathroom and washed my face. As I walked back into the room, I heard my phone beep twice.

I ignored it at first and was about to head outside when I suddenly remembered; I quickly picked up the phone and realized it was a text message. I was disappointed when I saw that it was one of those random messages from service providers.

However, I noticed that my phone continued blinking a blue light, and that indicates an unread message. I carefully checked my inbox and the third message read thus:

"Hello Mr. Apata Dotun, we are happy to inform you that your application was successful and you have been offered a job as a Secretary to the Managing Director. You are to come tomorrow for your employment letter and other necessities".

Mrs. Nadia
HRM.




#ToBeContinued

MEET MY FRIEND – THE ANGEL AND DEVIL

Hi guys, happy Sunday! It’s Dotun (DOTman) here again. I want to introduce you guys to my long time best friend Obinna (Obi for short).

We’ve been friends since our days as undergraduates. I tell you what guys, he’s been an angel sent to help me and a devil sent to torment me at the same time. Most times I curse the day I met him, and sometimes, I bless the day we met.
I could remember vividly the first day we met, it was at a centre where we wanted to write our post-utme exam for admission. He was like most admission seekers that day: he dressed smartly and appeared calm; he spoke with respect and humility. You won’t believe there is a beast lying inside of him.

Two months later, we met at our department corridor in school – we had both been admitted. We greeted each other, with more familiarity this time, and discussed how we made it. We had both been given late admission. We started helping each other with the tedious registration process and also catching up with lectures and that is how our friendship blossomed.
Gradually, Obi started showing the angel and devil in him – even after we graduated. Since we became friends, he’s always been my life saver and wrecker at the same time – he once wrote an exam for me when I didn’t show up because I slept off; even though he knew the grave consequence he would face had he been caught.
He once used my phone to send offensive message to my project supervisor because the woman disgraced him in class – that incident almost cost me my studentship. He has lied to my girlfriends on my behalf numerous times just to protect my relationship. He’s also been the reason I lost three of my fiancée.

Obi has always been a blessing and a curse merged together.

Our friendship still continues and it keeps growing. However, there’s one of his curse that he brought upon me and that has always remained with me and it’s one I have been unable to forgive him for. It was an unfortunate incident that he orchestrated with his stupid and evil advice. It happened few months ago.

I was working at a financial company then as an IT staff. The name of the company is Alcon Ltd and our MD then was Mrs. Omo Benson – we call her madam. Madam is very hardworking and kind; she cares a lot for her staff. She would go any length to protect her staff and ensure their welfare. However madam is very didactic: she is too strict and overly concerned with morals and ethics.
She doesn’t hesitate to suspend or even fire any staff who does any immoral/unethical act – but not without giving such staff chances to change.

I never had a problem with madam or her principles and standards, I keep to them naturally. But I had a problem with her daughter Jennifer. Jennifer, the angel-like beautiful lady is the only child of madam and she was a final year undergraduate then. She is very beautiful with a perfect body; she ticked all boxes for the kind of Lady I like.

She comes to the office sometimes whenever she’s around on holiday. I really admire her and I crave her attention but madam keeps coming to my mind. I discussed my obsession for her with Obi one weekend. Obi was instantly charmed when I showed him her picture which I downloaded from her facebook account.
Obi started giving me advice and tips and how to get her without causing problem with her mom. He gave me a perfect, but evil (well not evil initially because I accepted it with joy) plan.

The following weekend I found myself inside a cab heading towards Oyingbo area. On my lap was a shopping bag which contains a flower and a small package; my right hand was holding my phone close to my ear “hi Jenny, I am already on my way and of course I have a surprise for you; can’t wait to see you dear”. I hung up.

We were almost at my destination when I asked the cab driver to stop; I paid him and alighted. I dialed a number “hi, I’m at the gate now” I hung up. I walked gingerly to a black gate on which a bold text was written: BENSON VILLA. I took a deep breath and I pressed the button on the gate twice in quick succession.

Two minutes later, madam showed up.

THE PLAN:
Obi carefully thought out the plan and advised me to follow through. First, he gave me tips on how to successfully get Jennifer’s attention and get close to her. Guys, sincerely it worked. Within two days, I got Jennifer’s attention, got her number and was already calling and chatting with her like old friends. She’s a very sociable person.
We would chat on Whatsapp for long periods, especially at nights. We discussed mostly about her school, our office and her mother. She seems to be a little afraid of her mother, just like we the staff. She was gradually into me and already trusted me with some of her talks.
After few days she revealed to me what she craves the most and how she couldn’t get it because of her mother. Do you know what she craves most? Iphone 11. Her mother wouldn’t allow her to have one even though they could afford it; she told her she can only use such phone when she graduates.

I wanted to back out after she revealed that, I thought of putting an end to my plans of dating her – she seems expensive and I wasn’t financially buoyant at that period. I informed Obi about it and my devilish friend advised me against backing out; he urged me on. He persuaded me to borrow the money, told me she’s worth it because she’s beautiful and her family is rich.
He told me she’s like an investment that will pay in multiple folds; I need to earn her love and trust. Guys, the silly me went ahead and borrow four hundred thousand naira.

I spoke with Jennifer and promised her I’ve a surprise for her. She was very excited. She asked me to come over by weekend because her parent will be going out. On that fateful Saturday, I went to a big tech supermarket and purchased the phone. I also got some flowers at another store.
I called her to inform her I’m on my way and she told me her parent just left the house. I was crazy with excitement. I got down from the cab about a hundred feet from their house. I carefully looked over myself and was satisfied. I discarded the shopping bag and brought out the flower and the small package which contains the phone.

Jenny had promised to meet me at the gate and I wanted to surprise her there. I walked gingerly to the gate and pressed the button. To my utmost dismay, madam showed up.

“Dotun, haha what are you doing here? This is a surprise” madam was visibly astonished. “Em em, I came – I came – “ I stammered. “Did you come for a visit? Well then come in, this is a surprise though” madam gestured me in. I shook my head “no I – “ “did you bring those for me? Wow! That’s very kind of you Dotun. You’ve always been one of my favourite staff” madam took the flower from my hand.

I was slowly moving my left hand behind my back when madam saw it “and that too? You brought that for me? This is so kind of you, what is inside?” madam took the package and opened it; I was practically shaking by this time “what? Dotun you brought this for me? Why? I didn’t know you appreciate me that much” she exclaimed. “I do appreciate you ma” I mumbled. Madam was clearly happy and she insisted I come in but I respectfully refused and I left.

I got home and refused to respond to all the questions Obi kept asking me; I ignored Jennifer’s call too. She later sent a message pleading and telling me about how she didn’t expect her mom to come back so soon. I ignored her message too. I was feeling numb and didn’t even want to think about it.

The following Monday after our usual morning meeting at work, madam called me out and said to the other staff: “in spite of all the stories I do hear about how much some of you despise my strict personality, I can tell you that some people appreciate and love me for that and they don’t hesitate to show it.” She then proceeded to tell everyone what happened.
She brought out the phone and showed it to everyone – madam has even started using it already. Dismay and awe appeared on everyone’s face, chants of “Dotman” “OBO”, “money bag” was rained on me by my colleagues.

I thought of how Obi’s advice had been the cause of all these; I thought of how Jennifer sold me out too and I thought of how deeply in debt I was and how I will have to go broke for up to four months in order to repay the money.

I looked at my chanting colleagues and madam’s smiling face and suddenly tears broke out of my eyes. Everyone was shocked “what happened? Why are you crying?” I looked at their faces once more and I replied “its tears of joy”

Guys, isn’t it tears of joy indeed?



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Happy new month guys!! � I wish us all blessings in this month of August.

Interestingly today happens to be my birthday; so u decided to drop this..

Thanks as you read along..

BIRTHDAY – MY MEMORABLE EXPERIENCE

Hi guys! It’s another beautiful day, another weekend and a new month. Let me ask you this: how many birthdays have you celebrated? Which one is the most memorable and unforgettable for you?

My last birthday is my most memorable one; albeit an unpleasant one. It was memorable because it answers the questions I’ve been asked over and over by different people over the past year: “why are you still single?” “When are you getting married?”
Whenever I’m asked these questions, my mind immediately remembers my last birthday. What happened that day has remained with me since but I decide to share it today; since it’s in the past now.

My birthday came up on a Thursday last year. I woke up as usual and went about my morning routine. I checked my phone and was amazed at the loads of texts and wishes from my colleagues and associates.
I prepared for work and left home very early. I was looking extra handsome that day. I just had a haircut the day before and donned new clothes and shoes.

At the office, everyone celebrated me; I was given a cake and some of my colleagues even went ahead and gave me gifts (watches, cards and so on).
Even my boss who rarely smile or laugh, Mr. Smith, smiled at me that day. It was an almost perfect day. However throughout my day at the office, one thing kept bothering me and I kept checking my mails and my phone: my fiancée Bisi and my close friend Charles are yet to send me any message or even call me.

Bisi was my fiancée but I haven’t met her family yet. I successfully convinced her about taking me to her family one of these days and she finally agreed.
She had been reluctant because she’s afraid of what they might think of me – she told me her family can be tough and hard especially on suitors of their daughters. Nonetheless, I want to meet them; I had insisted.

Bisi’s call or text what was I expected to receive first that morning; likewise that of Charles’s. I kept wondering what could be wrong. By 5pm I was about to leave my office when I received a call from Rose. Rose is my fiancée’s younger sister.
After exchanging greetings she said “are you done at work?” “Yes” I replied wondering why she was asking “could you please come straight to my house?” “Like right away?” I queried “yes please”.

We ended the call and I headed for Rose’s house. I was still sad about her sister and Charles snubbing me on my birthday. I have tried their number but it wasn’t going through.
I was thinking of going to Bisi’s house after seeing her sister; but I decided I won’t. She has a roommate and I am not always comfortable with her.

I got to Rose’s house and I knocked. Rose answered and opened the door after a few minutes. I thought the delay was unusual, ‘why did it take her so much time to open the door? At least she knew I was coming’. I brushed the thought away when I looked carefully at her.

Rose was so beautiful that evening; I always knew she’s beautiful, even more than her sister, but she looked extraordinary that evening – she looked peerless.
She was wearing a short red gown with navy blue flowers lined up around the hand and the neck region of the cloth. She looked radiating and I was instantly charmed. She smiled beautifully and gesture me to come in.
I walked inside and saw how beautiful her sitting room was. She asked me to sit down while she went into a room.

Rose reappeared minutes later; and guess what? She presented a big wrapped gift to me and whispered “happy birthday dear”. Guys, I tell you what, my heart melted; this girl is an angel. She was smiling at my shock-struck face. She asked me to open the gift and I proceeded. I opened it and my heart stopped beating.

Rose just gave me a large frame which contains a picture of me smiling. The work was beautifully done and I was in so much awe. I looked at her still smiling face; she was gesturing about something but my mind wasn’t even there.

I don’t know what made me do what I did next, probably it’s too much of Indian movie, I suddenly grabbed Rose and pulled her towards me. She was obviously confused and was about and opened her mouth to talk “uncle Dotun check the back of the frame and – “my kiss cut her off before she could go any further.

She was very surprised and stiffened; she opened her eyes wide and was trying to break away but I overpowered her and continued kissing her. I broke the kiss and looking straight into her eyes I said “I love you Rose; I really do.” I dropped the bombshell.

At that moment I saw Rose spun around and when she faced me again her clothes was changed; she was wearing adire attire which exposed her stomach and her skirt became long.
Her hair was fuller and she let it fly around her. Suddenly I could hear music and drums; I looked around and saw lots of dancers.
Everywhere was very colourful and bright. Rose was dancing and staring straight at me. I moved towards her and knelt down “Rose I love you; I really do”

Suddenly she started backing away and shaking her head while pointing at something behind me. “You don’t believe me? I love you more than your sister Rose. I’m serious, just give me a chance” I continued while still kneeling down.
Rose kept pointing behind me and backing away with a shaking head and I wondered what was behind me. I finally spun around and my heart sank. I wished immediately for the ground to open up and just swallow me; I wished it was all a bad dream and I would wake up soon.

Indian movies have finally finished me. I had been imagining all the colour and brightness all along. The room didn’t change, neither did Rose’s clothes; there were no drums nor music.

Right in front of me is my friend Charles, my fiancée Bisi and a group of old and young people; which I realized were Bisi’s family; Bisi had brought them to surprise me on my birthday. They obviously have overheard everything. They had arranged a surprise package for me and I’ve ruined everything.

I looked at the back of the frame Rose had given me and I saw a beautiful message from Bisi and one from Charles. Well, that’s how I went back to being single again..

#HBDAbdullah
#HBDLekan

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THE LADY AT THE BACK SEAT (CONCLUSION)

Our food was served but I was really loosing it. She took three plates and one yoghurt; plus my own everything totaled #17,000. I remembered I paid the cab man #20,000; that’s #37,000 this evening. I had only borrowed #50,000 yesterday and I have spent almost 80% of it.
I shook that out of my mind and focused on Sandra. I looked at her and thought: I go finish you today. She was devouring her meal like a lion and I kept wondering if she was really hungry.
I resumed conversations with her and all through I only got two responses from her – yes or three. I was getting uncomfortable with the conversation, I asked if she would like to come to my house and as usual I got the response yes.

I called the attendant and after making payment we headed out. I was already imagining in my head how I’m going to make her pay in bed; first for making me spend so much and second for making me awkward throughout with her poor social skills.
We were walking to the road to pick a cab when suddenly a car drove in and parked right beside us. A man and two women alighted and from their white robe I deduced they work in a hospital.

They walked straight down to us “Kemi, where have you been? We’ve looked all over for you since morning. Why are you giving us trouble like this?” one of the women said with a concern face and rushed over to grab Sandra. She hugged her and dragged her to the car; Sandra said “yes” and followed her meekly. I was dumbfounded.

“Where are you taking her to?” I suddenly found my voice, “who are you and how can you just come and take my girl?” I was shouting and walking towards their car.
The man and the women looked at themselves and suddenly they started thanking me, I became more confused. “Brother thank you so much for what you’ve done for her; especially for feeding her. She hasn’t eaten good food for months now”
“What are you saying? Are you people alright?” I was really mad. Our fracas were creating a mini scene, then the man, who later identified himself as Dr. Wale, dragged me to one corner and gave me the shock of my life.


Sandra isn’t her name, her name’s Kemi. She is a psychiatric patient who has been in custody over 8 months after suffering from an accident. She has been recovering steadily but she also suffers from memory loss.
She doesn’t remember her name or even anything at all. She only remembers whatever she heard from people. She told me she’s Sandra because one of the two women (they were nurses actually) bears Sandra and she must have heard people call her that at the hospital.

They have gotten a coach for her who’s teaching her basic words so that she can at least converse with people and express herself. She hasn’t been doing well with the coaching and the only two words that she has learnt so far are: yes and three.
Her family hasn’t been checking on her regularly like they used to and she hasn’t been feeding well because of that. She broke out from the hospital early this morning and they’ve been searching for her since.
They got a call from one of their staff who is off-duty; the person saw us walking into the restaurant and called the hospital right away. They rushed down immediately.

Guys, to say I was angry is an understatement, I was mad. All the stories didn’t even bother me; I didn’t even feel any pity for her.
I looked at the doctor who was thanking me again as their savior who not only got her back but also fed her. “It’s okay doctor, its fine. BUT MY QUESTION NOW IS WHO IS GOING TO PAY ME BACK?”

The doctor and the nurses looked at me with a surprised expression and said in unison “brother, you did all that out of your heart of course, nobody owes you anything!”

Now please, is this right? Am I not to be paid even if it’s for my trouble?



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FEED YOUR MIND (FYM) SERIES

THE LADY AT THE BACK SEAT

Hello good people! Happy weekend to you all! I’m going to say this to all the guys today: beware of FAIR GIRLS. I had a very unpleasant experience yesterday and up till this moment I’ve not been able to recover.

My name’s Dotun but my friends call me DOT for short. I graduated last year and got a job two months ago where I am being paid eighty thousand naira. Majority of my first salary was used to clear debt as I had already borrowed a lot of money before the month ended.

As a fresh graduate I had to move from Kogi state, where I’ve lived all my life, down to Lagos state because of job issue. I stayed with my sister for a while but I left her place immediately I got the job.

I borrowed some money and rented an apartment; I also bought some nice clothes and shoes. After paying most of the debt with my first salary, I borrowed more money in anticipation of my second salary. Now you are wondering what for right? Well it’s because of my extravagant lifestyle.
Almost every weekend I get at least a girl to sleep over my place; even if it’s just for a night.

Yesterday I woke up early and did some washing. A colleague at work invited me to his brother’s wedding anniversary and I had promised not to miss it. I took my time in the bathroom; I carefully shaved, scrubbed my body very well with a new soap I bought the previous day.
I went to my wardrobe and fish out the clothe I intend to wear: a sparkling white Armani shirt and a brown trouser; which I just bought recently.
I applied my nice perfume after putting on my clothes. I unbuttoned the shirt up to the first two buttons so that my chest will show slightly. I put on my eye glass and my silver wrist watch; I strapped on my brown leather shoes and stepped in front of the mirror – the figure that greeted me was out of this world (I too fine abeg!).

I called my Uber guy and he arrived a few minutes later.

The party was interesting and fun, the couple – especially the wife – looks very beautiful. The food they served was tasty and expensive. I really enjoyed my time there; however, I was disappointed.
My major motive of going there was to wow the beautiful girls with my charm and probably take a fish home – that was my primary objective there. To my surprise almost all the ladies present were older women and teenagers. I was really mad.
I left the party after a while. I didn’t bother call any Uber. I walked to the road and stopped a cab. “Oyingbo” I said to the driver. He stopped and we negotiated the price after I described my exact place. After the agreement I opened the door and sat beside the driver, the car zoomed off.

I didn’t notice at first – or should I say I was still fuming from my annoyance to notice anything – but I heard a feint cough from behind and I looked at the back seat. My goodness! Is this human or goddess? I saw a fair lady at the back seat. She looked up and smiled at me as I turned back.
She was damn beautiful: her face was oval and she has a pointed nose, her hair was plaited backwards in an old style and her lips are painfully red. I was hooked seriously.

What got me charmed completely was the fact that she didn’t wear any make-up. I kept looking at the front mirror just to catch a glimpse of her again and every time I do that, our eyes met.
I was shifting uncomfortably on my seat. I looked at the driver and noticed he was preoccupied with his driving – or so it seems. I asked him to pull over; he did. I pretended like I was feeling nauseous and went to a nearby gutter to pour out saliva.
I went back to the cab and instead of seating beside the driver again, I opened the back door and sat beside my beautiful angel.

The driver looked at me, cocked his head and when I didn’t give him any signal, he zoomed off. I calm myself down and turned to the beauty beside me “hi I’m Dotun, DOT for short” she smiled at me and only gave me “hmm”. “Your face looks familiar from my NYSC days, what’s your name?” “Sandra”.

Guys, that was the only reasonable response I got from this girl throughout my unfortunate evening with her. “Wow Sandra! Even your name sounds familiar. You finished your NYSC programme last year right?” “Three” “you mean three years ago?” “Yes” she said. “I thought as much. Do you stay around Oyingbo too?” “Yes” she replied, my elation knew no bounds.
“So have you started working?” “Yes” “where do you work if I may ask?” “Yes” she replied again. “I mean which company do you work for? As for me I work as an IT staff in a telecom company at Ikeja” “yes” she said again.

I was beginning to feel awkward, I looked at the driver and noticed he was grinning sheepishly – that got me angrier and I decided to go for the shot. “Aren’t you hungry? Should we stop at a nice restaurant and talk over some delicious meal?” “Yes” came the reply. Again.

I told the driver to stop when we got to a very big and expensive restaurant. We alighted and I asked him the fare for the two of us “twenty thousand” he said “haha what happened from where to where?” I almost shouted, then Sandra turn back at my voice and looked at me. I quickly paid the cab man and we walked to the restaurant.

We walked inside and picked our seat at a very nice spot. I called the attendant and looked over the menu – I had my second shock of the evening. Their foods were really expensive. A plate of fried rice and chicken costs #3500; one Hollandia yoghurt costs #1500.
I ordered my food and turned to Sandra who was busy looking around. I guess she hasn’t been to an expensive place like this before.

I was happy she was impressed, that increases my chances of taking her home. “Will you take fried rice too?” “Yes” “how many plates?” I asked just to impress her; she won’t eat more than a plate of course. I got another shock: “three” “you mean three plates?” I asked with a wide open eyes “yes”.

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[center]MY BITTER-SWEET ESCAPADES

This is my third day at the hospital. I’ve always heard stories of wicked and unkind nurses, but I have never encountered one before. Since my three days here, I’ve met a ton of them. The way they smile at you while still inflicting pain on you is annoying – almost as if they are mocking you. Some of them will insert injection so swift into your skin that you won’t have any option than to curse them under your breath. They made my stay at the hospital a hellish one!
I’ve been diagnosed with gonorrhea, STD and mild malaria. I was shocked when I was told: how on earth can only one person be diagnosed with three different illnesses? I have been going through hell since I got here; my mouth is bitter, I have lost my appetite, everything and everyone is pissing me off. I have always hated hospital and my hatred grew every passing minutes. I thought back to how I got here and I don’t even know if I should be grateful or regretful.
The doctor has been telling me to thank my stars but I don’t know; I’m very confused right now. You are probably wondering what happened right? Don’t worry I will tell you in details – probably you can tell me if I should be happy or not.

It all started about three months ago. I just moved to a new neighbourhood with my wife. The new area is calm and serene unlike our former place. Our house itself is a storey building with four flats; our own flat is at the upper floor: a three-bedroom flat. The first two weekends in our new house was busy – family, friends and neighbours were trooping in to congratulate and welcome us. On the third weekend, my wife and I were practically happy because we haven’t got any call during the week from any family or friend about an impending visit. We had even planned to go out by Saturday evening to celebrate; things were all set – until Titi called that Saturday morning.
Titi is my wife’s best friend; they’ve been friends ever since their University days. Their bond is so tight that even after they both got married, they still remained really close. She called to inform us that she’s coming to see one of her clients in our area and she will come over after her meeting – Titi owns a big fashion store. I started feeling nervous immediately my wife told me she’s coming. My nervousness isn’t because she’s just spoilt our weekend plan; it’s because of something more significant: Titi is too beautiful.

It’s the first thing I noted when my wife introduced her to me years back when we were still courting. I’ve always admire and lust after her in my mind; I’ve never been comfortable whenever she’s around; but I have always try not to let all these appear in my expression or in my relation with her. She’s very pretty; I always wished I had met her first or that I don’t love my wife as much as I do.
For all my feeling and lust for her, I prefer marrying my wife instead of her. My wife is beautiful, although not up to Titi’s level, but that’s not all she’s got. She’s smart, intelligent, loving, caring and kind. One greatest skill I love most about her is her problem-solving ability. She has a knack for uncovering puzzles and complex problem; she has a good forecast skill; she’s also a good lie detector (although I had successfully deceived her on one or two occasions, but that is a rare occurrence).

Titi came by 2:30pm and after discussing generally with the two women for about thirty minutes, I left the sitting room for them and went into my room. I heaved a sigh of relief immediately I entered – I was really uncomfortable in the sitting room. Titi was putting on a pink gown that afternoon and it blended well with her skin, I struggled all through to take my eyes off her legs as I sat opposite her. My wife sat beside her. Titi was really beautiful and I couldn’t get full control of myself. I’m very sure I would have lost myself if I haven’t taken excuse and ran into my bedroom.
I now sat on the bed and busied myself with phone calls chatting with friends and colleagues. After about forty minutes, my wife popped in to tell me that her friend is going. I jumped up happily and went with her to the sitting room; I asked Titi to greet her husband and bade her farewell.
I was about to turn back when my wife mentioned those sentences that started all these problems:
“Titi’s car broke down on the way and she can’t get it back till tomorrow. Can you help her to the nearest bus-stop to her house? You know I can’t handle the car very well”
If I had been told earlier what those simple sentences would cause in my life, I would have said no a hundred times. I looked at my wife with a pleading eyes and she didn’t seem to grasp the situation I was in. she smiled and planted a kiss on my cheek and bade us goodbye. I walked solemnly to the table and picked up my car key. I turned and smiled my best smile at Titi and led the way to the door.
I tested the engine of my car and we got going. The bus-stop I was supposed to drop her is very close to her place; she only needs to enter a bike to take her home. The drive from our house to the bus-stop is just a twenty minutes ride. Guys, that twenty minutes will change my life forever!

I don’t want to go into details of how it happened or the events that led to it, but come the following Friday, I and Titi went to an eatery for our first date after we both left our respective place of work. We started going out after afterwards.

I was really scared of my wife at first and what it might do to our marriage; but it seems the more time I spent alone with Titi the more my sense of reasoning is being clouded: this lady is too charming. We couldn’t see ourselves often because of our respective spouses; but mostly because of my wife. We are both aware of her intelligence and smartness. After seeing each other secretly for one month, we decided to spend a day or two together in a hotel. Titi already planned how she’s going to deal with her own husband but the bane of our plan is my wife; we need to come up with a master plan to outwit her.
We both started brainstorming. By Thursday of the week we planned to enjoy ourselves, I came up with the plan. You want to know? Well, it’s not hard. I spoke with my friend Dan about my situation; Dan is a loyal friend and a very close one – I can’t hide things from him. He advised me against it but still agreed to help me out. Dan happens to know a policeman who works in one of the police stations around.
He called the police and explained to him, the man agreed and after negotiating, I paid him fifteen thousand naira. The plan goes thus: immediately after leaving work on Friday evening, I and Titi will meet at one big hotel in the city. We shall remain there for two days. Throughout our stay over there, my own phone shall be switched off while that of Titi’s shall be available. My wife won’t be able to reach me and I was very sure she won’t call her friend – my wife doesn’t like discussing family matter with anyone no matter how close she is with the person.
Titi will keep her phone on just in case her husband wants to speak with her to avoid any suspicions. By Sunday afternoon, we will leave the hotel and Titi will go to her house. I will then head to the police station and will be locked up in one cell; then my wife’s number will be called. When she arrives, they shall tell her I was arrested while leaving a supermarket due to wrong identity. The officer that arrested me hadn’t look closely and thought I was a fraudster they’ve been looking for.
The D.P.O was not around so they couldn’t release me when I got to the station that Friday. I already informed them that my wife is educated and may want to press charges; they have to be as sorry as possible so that she can forgive them.

Well, the plan was very successful! I couldn’t believe I pulled that off. I called Titi immediately I had the chance to inform her of our success; she was equally elated. I asked if there’s any problem at her end and I got a positive reply. Things went well after all.
After our first weekend together, I couldn’t stop thinking about Titi. The lust seems to be growing stronger on me. I knew I should stop now but I just don’t want to; her charm and beauty won’t allow me. The fact that I successfully outwitted my wife also buoyed me. After another three weeks of secret meetings again, Titi and I decided to have another weekend to ourselves.
We thought and thought and planned meticulously. We were able to orchestrate another grand plan and guess what, it worked too! I was crazy with excitement, I was enjoying life more. Even my love for my wife never faded, it kept growing stronger. I showed her more attention and care; I wasn’t ready to lose Titi so I played my role as a husband very well. I don’t want to raise any suspicions in my wife because I know how smart she is.

My friend Dan has tried to talk me out of continuing with my affairs but I don’t give it a second thought. After another four weeks of hide and seek with Titi, we decided enough is enough; we are going to have a full three days to ourselves. We planned to stay at the hotel from Friday evening till Monday morning; we chose a perfect week.
I was going on leave soon so we chose the weekend of the last week I will go to work before my leave commences. That Friday, I hid two clothes and some shorts into my briefcase as I prepared for work in the morning, my wife hadn’t noticed: she was preparing for work too and was preoccupied with her make-up.
Titi and I had come up with another grand plan and this one was sure as death. I was really excited throughout the day. By 5:30pm, I left my office and went to the eatery around my office to first spend some time. I drank some juice and called Titi, she told me she’s on her way to the hotel already – we had chosen a more expensive hotel this time. I waited for a full forty-five minutes before heading out and driving to the hotel.

I collected the key to our room from the reception and headed to the room. Titi came to answer the door and I stood transfixed in front of the door when I saw her. She was dangerously beautiful that evening. She was wearing only a small top and shorts and her skin radiated. I looked at her from head to toe and was almost lost in awe: her lips, her laps, her skin, her scent, her chest; how could someone be this beautiful?
She laughed and dragged me in. I looked around the room and was amazed at the size and its elegance; we are going to have a wonderful weekend, I was sure.

We had so much fun during our stay there. I never for once thought about anything except the woman sharing the room with me. I never even worried about my wife or even about the plan like I always do whenever we go on weekends like this. I was very certain about our plan and Titi was certain too.
Our plan this time was pretty expensive. Titi had spoken to one of her clients who happen to have a husband who’s a doctor. We had reached out to the doctor and arranged with him about what we want him to do. The doctor had needed lots of persuasions and talk; it cost me fifty thousand naira to get him to cooperate and he even demanded additional fifteen thousand naira if the plan want well. He made me to sign an agreement.
I was annoyed with him at first at what I thought is extortion but the annoyance didn’t last long; the thoughts of what I and Titi are going to do didn’t allow me to think much.

The agreement was that by Monday morning after our mini-honeymoon, I will go to the hospital and will be given some sleeping drug so that I would fall into deep sleep. Then by afternoon, the doctor will call my wife and inform her that I fell seriously ill on Friday on my way from work and someone rescued me before I could have an accident. He would tell her I am suffering from a chronic typhoid and that had led to me losing consciousness and I almost crashed my car.
They couldn’t reach anybody because my phone was badly crushed and they couldn’t find my sim card. It was when I woke up that I told them my wife’s number and that’s how they were able to reach her. That was the plan; it was carefully outlined and we all understood our role.

I had amazing experience with Titi and we were already planning our next outing; she was even suggesting we go out of the country since I’m on leave now. We were excited and wished we had married each other instead. We wished the weekend won’t come to an end.
By Monday morning, I woke up with a slight headache. I looked at the time it was almost 10am – we had slept really late the previous night. Titi was taking her bath already. She came out and told me she didn’t want to disturb me; she received a call that morning from one of her clients and she has to rush down there as soon as possible. She quickly dressed up and we kissed goodbye.
I went to the bathroom and took my bath too. After eating and dressing up I looked up and saw that it’s 11:45 already. I checked out of the hotel and went to my car. The headache was still throbbing me and I started feeling pain in the lower part of my stomach. I didn’t know my body was warning me about the impending problems.

I got to the hospital by past twelve and went straight to the doctor’s office; he shook my hand and called a nurse. They took me to a room in the upper floor and I almost gag with the smell of medicines and blood which smelled strongly in the room. The doctor explained that they just transferred a patient suffering from a very chronic disease from that room into another room earlier in the morning. I consoled myself that it’s just for a few hours because the plan was that I would be discharged that evening.
I thought of telling the doctor about my headache and the pain in my stomach but I thought better of it: I can’t bear an extra hour in this place. The doctor left with the nurse and I lay on the bed after removing my shirt. I kept resisting the urge of switching on my phone; the doctor already has my wife’s number so there’s no need to switch it on. After waiting endlessly, a middle-aged nurse strode into the ward I was staying.
She was different from the one whom the doctor was brought with him earlier. She said good afternoon without looking up. She was busy with the syringe and needle she was holding as she prepared to give me injection. She grabbed me suddenly and turned me over like a lifeless tool and before I could say jack, the needle pierced into my buttocks.
I almost cried out but I controlled myself and kept my cool. She gave me some drug afterwards and left my ward after murmuring “sleep and rest well o”.
I lay back and rested my head on the pillow. Soon after the headache increased; I felt like my head was going to burst. I noticed my temperature was going down and I felt like vomiting. I endured it bravely for few minutes before finally giving up and was rising up to call the doctor when I slumped back and went unconscious.

I don’t know for sure how long I was unconscious; all I knew was that I woke up to and noticed that something was tied to my right hand; my throat was very dry and I felt really weak. I opened my eyes slowly and looked around; it took me a while to come to terms with where I was. I tried to move my left hand and I felt a sharp pain, I looked up and I was confused: I was on drip! Everywhere smelt of drugs. Then I heard footsteps and the door of my ward opened. I quickly closed and pretended like I wasn’t awake.
The footsteps walked to the top of my bed and I knew immediately. I wished I could die at that moment. It was my wife – I could perceive her scent.
She walked around to the side of my bed and I heard the doctor’s voice too “don’t worry madam, he will get better soon. We’re lucky we detected it earlier else it could have been worse.” They had assumed I was still unconscious; I didn’t dare open my eyes. After a while, they left. Reality dawned on me afterwards: I had forgotten about the events that brought me here when I woke up because I was very confused and tired; but my wife’s presence and the doctor’s statement reminded me of everything.

I remembered everything vividly and I felt bitter; I don’t even know how I will face my wife. I was still confused and I needed explanation. After a while, a nurse walked in to check on me and when she saw that I was already conscious she left immediately. My wife came back a few minutes later and looked at me; she didn’t say a word. Then the doctor also walked in with my friend Dan, and that was when I knew I was done for.
The doctor, in a soft voice, dropped the double bombshell: first, I have been diagnosed with gonorrhea, STD and mild malaria; and second, my wife is already aware of everything. Apparently the doctor wasn’t good at lying and had baulked under pressure from my wife – he had eventually spilled the beans.
My throat was dry and heavy. I wanted to ask how the disease came about if it was part of the plan or it was real; I wanted to ask Dan a lot of questions but I couldn’t. I avoided looking at my wife even when she was thanking the doctor for saving my life. They left my ward shortly.

At night, food was brought to me by a young nurse. Her height and complexion reminded me of Titi; I looked away as she dropped the food on the table beside me and left. I wondered what’s going on with Titi. I don’t even know if I should loathe her now or pity her. After I finished eating, the doctor brought my medicine himself.

He told me he was going home. He now explained everything to me: he instructed a nurse to give me the sleeping injection as agreed but the nurse had to attend to an emergency. Then some new nurses whose shift starts in the afternoon resumed work. One of them was asked to give injection to the chronic patient who was formerly staying in the ward I am currently. The nurse didn’t know the patient has been shifted to another ward and she didn’t really recognize him because she wasn’t around when he was admitted.
She was the one who gave me the injection. The injection reacted negatively to my system and it was what made me unconscious. However, the doctor told me that when they conducted a test on me they discovered I was also suffering from some diseases. He told me to thank my stars because apparently the STD has grown and would have worsened if I had spent another day or two without curing it. He said it would have been very bad. I also had gonorrhea and malaria.
He had called my wife immediately and had tried to use the stories we planned but she had caught him right away and was almost causing a scene; he had no choice but to spill the beans. The doctor now told me to be happy for my health because another delay would have caused more complication. I looked at him and his serious expression and I was almost thanking my stars. But then I thought about my wife and the little happiness faded.


I AM CONFUSED RIGHT NOW – SHOULD I BE GRATEFUL FOR MY HEALTH OR MY REGRETFUL FOR MY ACTIONS??

IS MY ESCAPADES A BLESSING OR A CURSE?
WHAT DO YOU THINK WILL HAPPEN TO MY MARRIAGE?


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