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Family / Re: How Many Of Us Used This Stuff? by LexNuel(m): 8:38pm On Jul 15
Chai ..My uniben Hall 3 famous hotplate...make porter no sha catch you..lol
Culture / Re: Urhobo Names And Their Meanings. by LexNuel(m): 10:43pm On Jul 13
Can anyone help me with the meaning of

kemesonvwe
Kemeasonvwe
Kemasonvwe

I'm not sure which is the correct spelling but its something like this


Thanks
Politics / Re: I Am Tired!! by LexNuel(m): 12:29pm On Jun 18
NaMe4:
Considering the level and pace of national development, cost of governance in Nigeria is too high.
That's why a lot of people who have nothing to offer see getting into political/ government offices as lucrative venture.

Once cost of governance is cut, eg minimum wage + basic benefits, mainly passionate individuals would partake in governance, across the various arms and tiers.

Meaningful, well thought-out policies not borne out of sentiments, emotions or self-interest would be formulated, implemented and regularly evaluated for the benefit of the people.

No doubt, there will be job losses following the implementation of a new minimum wage, not only in the private sector, but at the State and even Federal levels. While cost of products and services will invariably rise further.

I hope they are aware of the social effects of these changes.


Totally agree..

I do not they are aware of the effects not to talk of planning for it.

Same way they did not plan for the effect of floating of the naira or removing fuel subsidy..
Politics / Re: I Am Tired!! by LexNuel(m): 7:45am On Jun 18
PresidObi:
You are hungry, not tired grin

Joke all you want. After all that is the coping mechanism of Nigerians. I know becaue I'm one too..Everything is turned to comedy. Even serious matters of National consequence is turned to funny skit and comedy.. skit makers are looking for daily bread, Nigerians are looking for entertainment to avoid facing the real issues...make we continue, Venezuela and zimbabwe will soon be better than Nigeria.
Politics / I Am Tired!! by LexNuel(m): 7:20am On Jun 18
Chinkoalhaji34:
Despite the continuous criticism from delusionist Obedients, APC has undeniably made significant progress and contributions to Nigeria. Its amusing how these liars and losers refuse to accept the outcome of a fair election.

This was typed in anguish! Please Pardon any typos!..

Which improvements?.. increasing the cost of governance?? Cos thats the only visible thing I can see..

Go and read about how Argentina reduced their indices by leveraging on low hanging fruits like cost of governance..

Tinubu came into power clueless. He made very bad policies that made matters worse. Especially those first 2 policies (fuel subsidy and naira floatation) . Yes Nigeria had a problem and things were bad before he came in.. What Tinubu did can be likened to a landlord pulling down his house because Tenants refused to pay rent. The landlord is not staying in the house so he is not affected. He has money to rebuild so he is not affected.. has he solved the problem? Partially. A better way would be solving the fundamental issues on why tenants are refusing to pay rent.

I wholeheartedly believe these policiies were made out of sentiments, manipulation or emotion but clearly not from an economic POV.

Lets look at these policies:

ALLEGED FUEL SUBSIDY REMOVAL

IMF That is applauding Tinubu knows that other European, Western and Asian countries are heavily subsidizing their industries including Canada, UK, China, UZA, Germany..and the likes. Yet they are praising Tinubu for removing fuel subsidy.. and when you look at it did he really remove fuel subsidy? Right now we are paying far more than we used to pay even with end users paying too..so there probably is an excess somewhere that is used to fund this expensive government to get themselves Yatch and luxurious cars while asking citizens to be patient

FLOATING THE NAIRA
Tinubu and the CBN floated the naira and started using Naira to support it necause it was an unsustainable policy. IMF was applauding them because they were able to clear foreign debt and help European and Western Countries get their monies back from Nigeria..The Naira now is worse off!. So who do you think IMF is actually suppprting? The clueless government think they are talking to stupid people tellimg us that FDIs are coming in. When we can clearly see the big boys pulling out of Nigeria. Even as a Nigerian sef, if you see people running away from a particular direction, do you stop to ask them what happened or you pick up slippers and run oo.. No investment is coming in at all..Anyone that comes in (and they won't invest a lot) has gotten some very impressive incentives like buying all our crude oil in advance.

On sunday, Tinubu insulted Nigerians by saying citizens should be responsible. Is he responsible?.. is his government responsible?..

He inherited a bad economy but he bought a Yatch for himself as fast as he sat on the chair yet citizens should be responsible.

He inherited a bad economy but allocated billions of dollars for cars that will be changed every 2 years yet citizens should be repsonsible

He inherited a bad economy but have you seen the salaries and benefits of his government?.. people who meet 3 or 4 times a week. Yet citizens should be responsible

The cost of goods and services will continue to increase in Nigeria because:

1. the governement is still living a luxurious lifestyle as though the Nigerian economy is bubbling like the days of festac 77.

2. The business owners will increase cost of their products because cost of transportation, raw materials, importation, production ..in fact general cost of doing business is crazily high. So who bears the brunt - consumers obviously

3. You will ask, what about those road side guys like cobblers, babrbers hair dressers, public transporters, food sellers. Why are they increasing their prices. Why wont they? First off, getting raw materials for some is expensive. Secondly they have families too. They need to increase their cost so they can also afford basic neccessities for themselves, staff and salaries. Just the way the employees too are looking for increase minimum wage.

4. Cost of running a business is already high and labor wants to make it even higher by asking business to further increase their operating cost with this ridiculous minimum wage fight. JUST Wait and see. Even at 62k, there will be massive job loses for those at the lower rung of the ladder, gatemen, security guards, maids, auxilliary staff etc. Even the big companies will retrench. Companies and bosses owing their staff salaries will become a norm. You think unemployment rate is high now?.. wait and see what it will be after the increase is signed to law

Untill we have a responsible governement, we are heading for a great destruction

Until the stupendous and heavy cost of governance is reduced, we are heading for a great destruction

Until the insane gap between the rich, the middle class and the poor is bridged, we are heading for a great destruction

Until we realize that the IMF and world bank do not have our interest at heart, we are heading for a great destruction.

But I 100% believe Tinubu wilI not do any of these.. because like he said, "emilokan".. man just wanna be a president and live the luxurious lifestyle of a president, reward his boys with positions and that's all.. He and his government are inconsiderate and inhuman!... like they confidently spend lavishly in the face of Nigerians!.. confidently enrich their pockets confidently bleed the country's reserves for their own gains.

I think they actually believe Nigerians are stupid and gullible! We can take shit because the voice of the rich strongly overtake that of the poor. Even if the poor decide to talk, throw small money strategically and the talk will disappear, circle of oppression continues.

I am tired!!

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Politics / Re: Who Remembers This? by LexNuel(m): 4:15pm On Jun 16
ObiORBiafra:

Lol. I read TELL as well but people buy papers not mag. And tell was more than #50 at the time

Dad bought..me I read...lol... i dont know how much he bought.. but the price tag on the magazine says N50
Politics / Re: Who Remembers This? by LexNuel(m): 4:08pm On Jun 16
ObiORBiafra:

And how many people bought TELL? It's not even newspaper, it's an were all colored magazine or you think #50 na beans in the 80s, 90s?

I think it was fairly popular oo.. atleast in my circle and my dad's circle..
Politics / Re: Who Remembers This? by LexNuel(m): 4:07pm On Jun 16
Chikel20000:
Can't remember them or seen them before

80s and early 90s political magazine..
Politics / Re: Who Remembers This? by LexNuel(m): 4:04pm On Jun 16
CheedyJ:
If u see Tell you will surely see Hint and Better lover , time is everything

Yes ooo.. I just started reading these and some other old magazines and publocations I dug out from my archives yesterday night....as sleep no gree come ontime..
Politics / Re: Who Remembers This? by LexNuel(m): 4:00pm On Jun 16
EmperorCaesar:


How much do you earn then?
What do you earn now?


I wasn't earning, I was still in school
Politics / Re: Who Remembers This? by LexNuel(m): 3:54pm On Jun 16
helinues:
Wailers should stop wailing.

Are the prices of goods and services in other countries remain same?


No they did not remain same.. but you cannot compare their marginal increase in purchasing power to ours..

While most of these other countries you are referring to have seen a greater increase the value of their currency and its purchasing power, ours has been a decline from independence till date.
Politics / Re: Who Remembers This? by LexNuel(m): 3:50pm On Jun 16
SwissMass:
Peace, no Biafra war reloaded

The country was hot then

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Politics / Re: Who Remembers This? by LexNuel(m): 3:49pm On Jun 16
jordyspices:
Those old days while some ppl were reading hints magazine we were reading tell

Hints, Mills & Boons, etc..lol..
I read all join..
Politics / Re: Who Remembers This? by LexNuel(m): 3:48pm On Jun 16
TooMuchStuff:
Remember these perfectly... how time flies

These were the days of despotic Abacha and battle of the ghosts of June 12 annulment.

Oh my University days.... big dramas everyday then

Big dramas indeed oo.. conspiracy theories everywhere.. political murders in broad day light..high profile imprisonments ..
Politics / Who Remembers This? by LexNuel(m): 12:26am On Jun 16
Who remembers this magazine??

It used to be sold for N50..

What can N50 buy in 2024?🤦‍♂️

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Romance / Re: Its So Hard To Be Sane; So Many Breasts And Ass Everywhere by LexNuel(m): 6:22pm On May 29
Omoawoke:


There’s a clear difference between being irritated by a female body and being angry that a woman exposes her body indecently

I get where you're coming from but I really wasnt angry.

I don't get irritated by the female body.. trust me, I like woman just like every other guy..

Maybe the environment, weather, hygiene or even physically anatomy of the lady threw me off.. I dunno what it was..

But for real mehn, abeg these things are not worth it in the long run
Romance / Re: Its So Hard To Be Sane; So Many Breasts And Ass Everywhere by LexNuel(m): 12:12pm On May 29
Omoawoke:


You mean her breast were irritating you? How can breast irritate a normal male. You sure you don’t need hormone therapy

Lol.. buh yeah, they were irritating. Food that is left open for flies to perch on cannot be attractive to anyone
Romance / Re: Its So Hard To Be Sane; So Many Breasts And Ass Everywhere by LexNuel(m): 5:00pm On May 24
Its crazy mehn!!.. went to buy food from a bukka and the seller's stuffs were just in my face... i couldnt wait to leave there.It was just irritating

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Romance / Re: What Do You Still Like About Your Ex? by LexNuel(m): 4:31pm On Apr 02
stanvesco:


She left you in your financial mishap! Dammit you are the good man;as I see that you are even giving excuses on her behalf. Weldone brother.

Thanks a lot brother..
We dey try to be good oo
Romance / Re: What Do You Still Like About Your Ex? by LexNuel(m): 4:26pm On Apr 02
Slimplush:

This really touch me brother... May you regain whatever all that you've lost and those who need this prayer indirectly a d directly including myself, amen!.

Amen!.. thanks a lot
Romance / Re: What Do You Still Like About Your Ex? by LexNuel(m): 8:43pm On Mar 30
She was the best..she's a both a wife and a mother. Give her 10k and see her multiply it. unfortunately i got sick and a lot went to treatment..lost my job in the process .. took a while to recover, still recovering especially financially... She want to stay tho inspite of everything but i felt it will not be fair to her seeing as my finance was in a bad state, health be as e get... had to move back to family house..so I basically was starting afresh..and she was already in her 30s...we had to painfully but mutually part ways.

Been a year now...

She's married and I'm happy she's happy. Though i sometimes wish it was with me... cheesy

mehn! Good women are hard to find and this one was the rarest of them all

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Nairaland / General / Re: What Do They All Have In Common? by LexNuel(m): 2:08pm On Feb 19
Add Nigeria Immigration to the list. Another place u wish you don't want to go at all. very useless people!
LexNuel:
In Nigeria, three places you don’t want to have any business with are prisons, police stations and chief of all- hospitals..

You see these three places, pray never to have anything to do with them. Doctors, police-men and prison wardens are all in the same WhatsApp group.

What do they have in common?

Firstly, pure wickedness, black hearted wickedness. They are there to make things more difficult for you unless you know somebody that knows somebody.

Secondly, no empathy at all.. maybe because they have seen a lot of evil, deaths and all sorts, they are soooo detached from human emotions. Especially hospitals..

ahh! Omo! if it’s Government hospital you’re finished..those ones no send your papa

I think another reason they are all like that is stress and being overworked.

Anyways Society can’t do without them. Just pray that when it gets to your turn to encounter any of these three persons, you will meet the one with “church mind” or you have the contact of their boss’ boss.. if not, you will encounter pain! And see shege pro max.. especially in the hospital

Nairaland / General / What Do They All Have In Common? by LexNuel(m): 10:19am On Feb 01
In Nigeria, three places you don’t want to have any business with are prisons, police stations and chief of all- hospitals..

You see these three places, pray never to have anything to do with them. Doctors, police-men and prison wardens are all in the same WhatsApp group.

What do they have in common?

Firstly, pure wickedness, black hearted wickedness. They are there to make things more difficult for you unless you know somebody that knows somebody.

Secondly, no empathy at all.. maybe because they have seen a lot of evil, deaths and all sorts, they are soooo detached from human emotions. Especially hospitals..

ahh! Omo! if it’s Government hospital you’re finished..those ones no send your papa

I think another reason they are all like that is stress and being overworked.

Anyways Society can’t do without them. Just pray that when it gets to your turn to encounter any of these three persons, you will meet the one with “church mind” or you have the contact of their boss’ boss.. if not, you will encounter pain! And see shege pro max.. especially in the hospital
Jobs/Vacancies / Re: Help! My Marriage Of Three Months About To Collapse. by LexNuel(m): 9:03am On Dec 14, 2023
woginid967:


Did you not read that it is a tech skill i was talking about?

Hi, I'm interested in tech jobs. My skills revolve around video editing (premiere pro, after effects), graphics design (corel, photoshop, illustrator), and junior UX design ( check out some of my works on dribble https://dribbble.com/mannexdesigns

I also have basic knowledge of HTML and CSS.

Thanks
Culture / Do Hausas Listen To Contemporary Pop Songs? by LexNuel(m): 9:30pm On Sep 19, 2023
Am I the only one that have not seen an hausa person listening to the general pop or afro music? Not to talk of other genres like jazz or Rock. They seem to prefer songs in their language that make use of their traditional instruments. I don't even know whether there is a recognised name for that music genre.

Both the formally educated and informally educated have a patriotic love for their traditional songs.

Is it just me that havent seen one or are there actual hausa people who vibe to the likes of wizkid and the likes?


PS: This is not a shade on hausa people. It's just an honest observation.
Literature / Re: Twist Of Fate by LexNuel(m): 11:44pm On Sep 05, 2023
CHAPTER 9

"In the midst of chaos, there is also opportunity."

- Sun Tzu


UNRAVELLING SHADOWS

PART 1: YEMI
The city's lights painted streaks across the night sky as I stood outside the gate of Adewale's house, a sense of determination guiding my steps. The wait for his reply had stretched on for far too long, and my longing to see him had grown insatiable. It was a risk, I knew, but sometimes the path to revelation demanded boldness.

As I approached, a familiar face greeted me - Baba Ibrahim, his chauffeur. His eyes lit up in recognition, and he ushered me inside as if he had been expecting my arrival. The world seemed to hold its breath as I crossed the threshold, each step taking me closer to the heart of the enigma that was Adewale.

And there he was, standing before me, his expression a mix of surprise and something else that I couldn't quite decipher. My heart raced as his gaze met mine, the silence between us heavy with unspoken words.

"Yemi," he said, his voice carrying a note of disbelief.

"Hi dear," I replied, my voice carrying the weight of the longing I had carried within me. "I'm sorry for coming unannounced. I just needed to see you."

His features softened, and my apology seemed to melt away any tension that had lingered between us. We embraced, a silent understanding passing between us, a reminder that sometimes the intricacies of connection defied explanation.

As we settled into conversation, Adewale's voice took on a solemn note as he shared the reasons for his initial reaction. The media's scrutiny of his family after his parents' death had left scars that ran deep. His vulnerability in that moment pulled at my heart, a reminder that beneath his façade of strength lay a man who had endured his share of pain.

But I couldn't let the conversation linger there. I needed to steer it in a direction that would yield answers, and so I asked him about his past love. He hesitated, his gaze distant, and I sensed that he was reliving a memory he would rather forget.

“I was once in love, but I lost her to cruel hands of death”, Adewale said.

“hmm, what was her name?” I replied

“Adenike, God! I loved Adenike” he said with pain in his voice.

As he struggled with opening up, I acted like I was trying to put multiple throw pillows on my lap, and seized the opportunity to discreetly turn on my phone recorder, the tiny device capturing every word that passed between us. I inquired about the circumstances of his former love's death, watching closely for any signs of suspicion.

And just like I feared, he raised his eyebrow, signaling his surprise at my inquisitiveness, and then he said,

“I don’t want to talk about it”

I knew that my mission was far from over. But for that moment, all that mattered was the connection we were forging, the unspoken bond that was drawing us closer with each passing moment.

And then, a suggestion to cook a special meal together seemed to shift the atmosphere, the tension giving way to a sense of shared intimacy. The act of cooking became a dance, a symphony of flavors and desires that mingled in the air between us.

As the night grew deeper, we found ourselves standing before his bedroom door, the boundaries of restraint crumbling in the wake of unspoken longing. The touch of his lips on mine was electrifying, a reminder that passion could transcend the complexities of our individual stories.

Behind closed doors, the embrace deepened, our bodies melding together as if they were made for each other. In each other's arms, the weight of the world seemed to fade, leaving only the raw intensity of desire and connection.

The hours melted away, a whirlwind of sensation and longing that left us both breathless and sated. We were entwined in each other's unclothedness, a testament to the power of passion and shared vulnerability. As the night wore on, the boundaries of time seemed to blur, and for that moment, nothing else existed except the bond we had forged.


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Literature / Re: Twist Of Fate by LexNuel(m): 10:10pm On Sep 03, 2023
PART 2: ZARA

The morning sun streamed through my bedroom window, casting a warm glow on the disheveled sheets and the empty space beside me. As I stretched and yawned, the memories of the night before rushed back like a tidal wave.

Adewale's absence beside me was a stark reminder that the night's embrace had been fleeting. I reached for my phone and called his number, the soft ringtone echoing in the room. My heart raced with anticipation as I waited for him to answer, each passing second an eternity.

But the call went unanswered, leaving me with a mixture of disappointment and understanding. He had left before dawn, slipping away in the quiet of the morning, and the realization left me with a sense of bittersweet longing.

I couldn't deny the smile that tugged at my lips as I remembered the night we had shared. It had been everything I had hoped for - a passionate escape from the complexities of our lives.

As I lay back against the pillows, the scent of his presence still lingering in the room, I couldn't help but reflect on how our relationship will be now.

“I just can’t wait to see him at work on Monday”, I said to myself.

Hours passed, and just as the sun began to dip below the horizon, my phone rang. Adewale's name flashed on the screen.

"Hey Zara," he greeted, his voice carrying a note of warmth. "I need the contact details of your private investigator.

A sense of intrigue flickered within me.

"What do you plan on doing if I may ask, my dear?"

He paused for a moment, as if choosing his words carefully or thinking whether calling him “dear” as opposed “boss” was a bad thing.

"There are things I want to do that warrant a discreet investigation. That’s all”

His words held an air of mystery, and ass much as I wanted to press him for details, I understood the need for caution.

"Alright, I'll give you the contact details.

“Ok, thank you”. He said

And with that he ended the call.

As I relayed the contact details of the private investigator to him, I couldn't help but feel a sense of purpose, connection and camaraderie with Adewale.




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Literature / Re: Twist Of Fate by LexNuel(m): 10:09pm On Sep 03, 2023
CHAPTER 8

"The tapestry of our lives is woven with threads that stretch beyond our individual stories. We must navigate this path together, and uncover the truth no matter where it leads."

- Anonymous


CONVERGING FATES

PART 1: AMARA
As I stood outside the agreed meeting spot, my heart pounded with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. The urgency in my message to Adewale had been undeniable, a reflection of the dark secrets that swirled around my father's life. I had overheard him talking in hushed tones, planning a meeting with someone known only as "The Exterminator." The name itself sent shivers down my spine, and I was determined to uncover the truth.

As Adewale approached, the sense of intrigue deepened, his presence a reminder that our fates were converging in ways that defied explanation.

"Amara," Adewale greeted, his voice carrying a mixture of curiosity and concern.

"Adewale," I replied, my tone a reflection of the urgency that had brought us together. "I'm grateful you came. I have something important to share with you."

We found a quiet corner away from prying eyes, the city's bustling life a distant backdrop to our conversation. As I retrieved my phone, I felt a surge of determination.

"I overheard my father talking about a meeting with someone he referred to as 'The Exterminator.' It didn't sound good, and I managed to record the conversation."

I played the recording for Adewale, watching his expression closely as the hushed voices of my father and the mysterious figure played through the speaker. The tension in his features was palpable, a reflection of the gravity of the situation.

"The Exterminator," he mused, his voice tinged with unease. "The name suggests something ominous."

I nodded, the weight of my mission settling heavily upon me.

"I plan on trailing my father to the meeting and capturing any evidence I can. If he's involved in something sinister, I need to know."

Adewale studied me for a moment before speaking, his words measured and thoughtful.

"Amara, what you're suggesting is dangerous. If your father is truly involved in something criminal, your safety could be compromised. I suggest we use a private investigator instead."

His suggestion held a note of wisdom that I couldn't deny, a reminder that the path I was embarking on was fraught with uncertainty.

"Do you have a private investigator in mind?" I asked, curious to hear his proposal.

A subtle smile tugged at his lips, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

"As a matter of fact, I do. We could use someone discreet, someone who can uncover the truth without drawing attention."

"Alright," I agreed, a sense of resolve settling within me. "Let's use your investigator. But let's not forget, the secrets we uncover may not only affect my father but all of us."

Adewale's gaze held mine, the weight of understanding and the complexity of our connection lingering in the air.

"Amara, the tapestry of our lives is woven with threads that stretch beyond our individual stories. We must navigate this path together, and uncover the truth no matter where it leads."

As we stood there, the city's rhythm of life continued around us, a reminder that the world kept spinning even as our personal dramas unfolded. The shadows of allegiances and desires had drawn us into a dance that defied simplicity, and as we prepared to unravel the secrets that lay ahead, the threads of fate seemed to tighten, binding our fates in ways we couldn't yet comprehend.


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Literature / Re: Twist Of Fate by LexNuel(m): 10:04pm On Sep 03, 2023
PART 2: YEMI

As I lay in my bed, the events of yesterday played like a movie reel in my mind. Adewale's discovery of my profession had been a twist I hadn't anticipated. I had intended to reveal it to him at my own pace, but circumstances had thrust it into the open before I was ready.

I picked up my phone and saw the messages I had sent him, the apologies and the requests to meet. All still without a reply. I wasn't pleased with the direction things had taken, a nagging feeling that I had lost control of a situation that I had meticulously orchestrated.

Catching feelings for Adewale was never part of the plan. The mission I had embarked on was driven by a sense of duty and a task that needed completion. The dark secrets that swirled around his life were a puzzle I was determined to solve, a puzzle that had led me to get closer to him in the first place.

As I sat on my bed, I reminded myself of my purpose. The alleyways of emotions were not my terrain, and navigating the complex landscape of human connection was proving to be more challenging than I had anticipated. I needed to repair the damage that had been done, to mend the fractures in our interaction and find a way to get back in his good graces.

With a sense of resolve, I began typing one more message to Adewale, my fingers dancing over the screen. I pressed send and watched as the message disappeared into the digital abyss, a reflection of the uncertainty of our connection.


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Literature / Re: Twist Of Fate by LexNuel(m): 10:02pm On Sep 03, 2023
CHAPTER 7

"Life's tapestry is woven with threads of choices, desires, and the intricacies of fate, creating a masterpiece that defies simplicity."

- Anonymous


THREADS OF REVELATION

PART 1: ADEWALE
The events of the night before lingered like a shadow, a reminder of the passions and secrets that had unraveled in the dimly lit room.

In the early hours of the morning, before the city had fully awakened, I slipped out of Zara's apartment. The guilt and uncertainty weighed on my conscience, the desire for clarity and understanding driving me to leave while she slept. The city's streets were quiet, a temporary sanctuary as I made my way back to my own dwelling.

As I entered my home, a sense of solitude settled over me. The day was Saturday, a respite from the demands of work that allowed me a moment to reflect on my choices. After a quick shower, I decided to surrender myself to slumber, just to forget the events of last night. As I lay on my bed, I couldn't shake off the heaviness of my choices, and so I picked up my phone.

I checked my phone, and saw missed calls and messages from Yemi. With a mix of trepidation and resolve, I began to read through her messages. They carried a mixture of apologies and pleas to meet, a testament to the passion and uncertainty that had gripped us both.

Amidst the messages from Yemi, one stood out - an unknown number that had sent an urgent request to meet. The name attached to the message was familiar, and it didn't take long for me to remember that it belonged to Amara. We had exchanged contacts during her previous visit, and I hadn't bothered to save her number in my phone.

The implications of her message left a shiver of anticipation running down my spine. The alliance she had proposed, the dark secrets she carried, and the tangled web that surrounded her - they all seemed to converge in this moment of urgency.

I couldn't escape the feeling that the choices I made in the coming hours would set the stage for the revelations that were yet to unfold. With a mix of determination and trepidation, I tapped on the message from Amara, responding to her request for a meet.

I woke up a few hours later without knowing when I fell asleep. The city outside buzzed with life, a mirror of the intrigue and urgency that had come to define my existence. As I prepared to step out into the world, the weight of allegiances and desires settled over me, a reminder that the threads of fate were never truly predictable.


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Literature / Re: Twist Of Fate by LexNuel(m): 9:40am On Sep 02, 2023
PART 2: ADEWALE

Amara left my office, leaving her proposition hanging in the air like a weighty promise. As I watched her retreating figure, a sense of unease settled within me. Amara's revelations about her father were a reminder that darkness could lurk beneath even the most polished facades.

My attention was quickly drawn to a buzz from my phone. I unlocked the screen and was greeted with a romantic message from Yemi. Despite the undercurrent of doubt that had been sown by Zara's revelation, the magnetic pull between Yemi and me was impossible to ignore.

That evening, as the city's lights twinkled in the distance, I found myself standing outside Yemi's apartment building. The decision to confront her had taken root within me, a need to seek clarity amidst the veiled truths that surrounded us. As she opened the door and her gaze met mine, I saw a flicker of surprise before her expression settled into one of casual composure.

“Hey handsome," she greeted, her voice carrying a hint of warmth.

"Hey," I replied, my tone more measured than I intended.

As we settled into her living room, the air between us felt charged with tension.

"Yemi, I need to know the truth," I began, my gaze holding hers. "Is the story you're working on about me?"

Her eyes held mine for a moment before she looked away, a subtle hesitation that didn't escape my notice. She knew I was already aware of her profession.

"Adewale, I assure you, the story I'm working on has nothing to do with you."

I studied her, a sense that her words were a careful construct meant to deflect the truth.

"Yemi, I've seen through your façade. There's more to this story than you're letting on."

A moment of silence hung between us, the weight of unspoken truths lingering in the air.

"Adewale, you have to trust me when I say that you're not a part of the story," she finally replied, her voice tinged with a hint of desperation.

But the doubt within me had taken root, and the shadow of suspicion grew heavier with every passing second. Our discussion spiraled into an argument, words were exchanged and I left her house in anger feeling heart broken.

After I left her apartment that night, I decided I wanted to find out more about Yemi. If she will not tell me, I will have to find out from Zara. I found myself standing outside Zara's apartment a couple minutes later. The turmoil within me had reached a breaking point, a maelstrom of emotions that I couldn't control. As she opened the door, her gaze met mine with a mixture of curiosity and understanding.

"Boss," she said softly, her voice like a soothing melody.

“what are you doing….? ermm..please come inside sir….” She stammered

As I stepped inside, the weight of the choices I was about to make settled upon me.

Zara's apartment was dimly lit, the soft glow of candles casting dancing shadows on the walls. In her loose attire, she exuded a sense of intimacy that was both inviting and dangerous.

I tried to tell her about the reason for my visit but to my greatest shock, I couldn’t find the words, I just mentioned Yemi and tears started rolling down. She quickly hugged me and positioned me on her three-seater sofa. She tried to console me as I felt the softness of her femininity robbing against me.

And then, as if guided by an invisible thread, our lips met in a kiss that was both passionate and consuming. The boundaries that had separated us dissolved, and the room seemed to fade away as desire took over. The encounter was a crescendo of shared longing, a night that burned with intensity and fervor.

As dawn broke, the aftermath of our actions lay heavy in the air. Regret and confusion washed over me, leaving me to grapple with the consequences of my choices.

As I lay in Zara's bed, a sense of guilt and unease settled within me. I had gone down a path that left me questioning my own judgment, a path that had shattered the fragile balance I had tried to maintain.


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CHAPTER 6

"In the heart of darkness, truth can be found in the most unexpected alliances, where the threads of fate intertwine to reveal the hidden truths we dare not face alone."

- Anonymous


ENTANGLED ALLEGIANCES

PART 1: AMARA
My life has always been a symphony of contrasts, a delicate balance between my passion for music and the shadow cast by my father's reputation. I am Amara Odili, a name that carries both privilege and burden. Growing up as the daughter of Chief Odili, I had seen the complexities of power and the darkness that often lurked behind closed doors.

My passion for music was a flame that burned within me, a sanctuary where I sought solace from the tumultuous currents of my reality. The melodies I composed were a reflection of my innermost emotions, a canvas on which I painted my hopes, fears, and dreams. But even the soothing embrace of music couldn't shield me from the weight of my father's actions.

The rumors that swirled around him were like a shadow that followed me everywhere. I had witnessed him in conversations that left me chilled to the bone, discussions about murder and power that painted a sinister picture of the man I was supposed to call "father." On more than one occasion, I had stumbled upon a gun hidden in his room, a tangible reminder of the darkness that lived within him.

My relationship with him had long been strained, my love for music often clashing with the bitterness that his actions had sown within me. I had grown to hate him, to despise the man who had put me through so much pain and confusion. The secrecy and manipulation that defined our interactions had left me yearning for an escape, a way to break free from the shackles of his influence.

And so, fate had led me to Adewale Owodunni, a man whose reputation was as complex as my own. As our paths had crossed, I had sensed a kindred spirit. He was a puzzle, a man of ambition and mystery, and I believed that our shared experiences could forge an alliance that would change the course of both our destinies.

As I entered his office that afternoon, my heart was a mixture of determination and anticipation.

"Mr. Owodunni, I am Amara Odili, thank you for seeing me."

He rose from his seat, his gaze meeting mine with a blend of curiosity and respect.

"Amara, it’s a pleasure to meet you."

I had heard the stories that surrounded him, the whispers of his ambition and the complexities of his past. And yet, as I looked into his eyes, I saw a man who was more than his reputation, a man who carried his own struggles and desires.

"Mr. Owodunni, I want to talk to you about an alliance," I began, my voice steady.

He leaned forward, his attention fully focused on me.

"An alliance?"

I nodded, my determination unwavering.

"I've seen the darkness that power can breed, the secrets that can destroy lives. My father's actions have left me with scars that I carry to this day."

A flicker of understanding passed through his gaze, a recognition of the pain that lived within me.

"And what kind of alliance are you proposing?"

And then I said, "I want to bring my father down,"

I stated the words firmly, each syllable carrying a weight that seemed to resonate within the room.

Adewale's eyebrows rose in surprise, his gaze unwavering.

"Bring your father down? Do you have evidence?"

I met his gaze with a steady resolve. "I don't have concrete evidence, but I have information that could lead to the truth. And I believe that together, we can uncover the secrets that he's been hiding."

The air seemed to shift, the weight of our conversation settling over us like a heavy curtain. In that moment, the alliance we were forging felt like a gamble, a risky endeavor that had the potential to either change the course of our lives or lead us down a treacherous path.

As Adewale contemplated my proposition, I couldn't help but wonder how this tangled alliance would shape the tapestry of our intertwined fates.



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