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Episode Three

Justin felt bad throughout the day. Not just because his best friend was mad at him, but because he had broken her heart. He had left her when she needed him the most. He was her best friend. He was meant to trust and protect her because of all they've shared together right from childhood.
Lectures sucked him. He hardly paid attention in class. He stared at Donna as she fixed her gaze to the board. He didn't know what he could do to compensate for what he had done.
After classes, Donna packed her books into her bags and set to leave. Justin was worried. They went home together everyday...but today was different. She didn't ask him if he was ready.
Justin cleared his throat. "I thought we could go home together since you're ready". he said nervously.
"Justin," she said as she carried her bag, "You betrayed me. We're no more friends. I thought you were better off than others and that was why I trusted you with my secrets. But I'm wrong. You're just like them. This is the end of our friendship. Don't you ever say a word to me again because nothing can change what has happened". She scoffed at him.
"I'm really sorry Donna". he muttered painfully.
"I hate you!!!" she yelled at him as she left the class.
* * *
Justin laid on his bed and cried bitterly. He had lost his best friend and he felt bad because he caused it all. He didn't trust Donna. He didn't stand by her when she needed him the most.
He knew that Donna was never going to talk to him or let him explain or apologize. Standing up, he walked over to his reading table where he took a piece of paper and pen. He was going to write to his best friend. He was going to tell her how hopeless it would be without her in his life. He wanted them to be together again. He wanted to see her happy.
I'm going to win her back. He thought to himself.
He started to write about their friendship, how inseparable they'd been and how angry he felt at himself for not believing her. He wrote about how life would be without her and how desperate he wanted them to be together again. How desperate he wanted things to change back to how it always was and how desperate he wanted to see that smile back to her lips.

Episode Two
Linda caught the whole class attention as she screamed to the top of her voice.
"My money is missing. Someone stole my money". Linda cried.
"Are you sure you took the money to school? Mrs. Walter inquired.
"Yes I did. It was meant for the graph book. Now it is missing all of a sudden". She insisted.
"Silly how people steal because they cannot be contented". Donna whispered to Justin.
"Okay students. You all have to be searched. I can't imagine what you gain by stealing." She said as all bags were pulled out to be thoroughly searched.
The bags were searched one by one and when it got to Donna's turn, she confidently dropped her bag for search.
Surprisingly, the money was brought out of her bag.
"That is the money". Linda yelled.
Mrs. Walter looked disappointed as she stared at Donna. "Why do you have to steal the money. You've paid for the graph book".
'I...I didn't steal it Ma. I really can't explain how it got to my bag". Donna cried unbelievably.
She turned over to Justin for support but there was a blank look on his face.
"Then how did it get to your bag?" Mrs. Walter asked.
"She's an orphan. Her Aunt's not rich. She stole the money". The class screamed.
Donna tried to hold back her tears but it was impossible. It filled her face in an instance. She cried as she thought of her classmates accusations. It was pointless trying to convince them that she didn't steal the money. They never trusted her anyway.
She had only her best friend. Someone who would stand by her even though the whole world was against her. Someone who would always trust her no matter what others claim about her. She had Justin.
She turned to him with a reassuring look. "You know I didn't steal the money right? I wonder how it got to my bag". She said as he frowned at her.
"What do you want me to believe. The money was found in your bag". he pressed his thin lips tightly together in frustration.
"But I didn't steal it!"
"Then answer this simple question. How the hell did it get to your bag?" Justin asked.
Donna gave up. No one was going to believe her...not even her best friend.
"Okay Mrs. Walter. You can give me whatever punishment for finding the money in my bag".
"I'll take you to the principal's office." Mrs. Walter said as they both set to leave the class.
Just then did Annabel, Linda's younger sister entered the class.
"Excuse me ma. I want to ask Linda if she saw the money I kept in her bag during assembly". she said innocently.
'You kept some money in her bag?"
"Yes ma".
"But Linda said the money is missing. Are you sure you kept it there?"
Annabel scratched her hair in confusion. "Yes. I kept it in this bag" she said pointing at Donna's bag.
"This is my bag". Donna retorted.
"Oh...I'm sorry. I probably kept it in the wrong bag. The bag looks so alike".
"It means that Donna didn't steal the money. It was accidently kept in her bag. You should all apologize to her because you have accused her falsely for what she knows nothing about". Mrs. Walter said as the class apologized.
Justin apologized to Donna but she ignored him. She felt betrayed and helpless. She kept to herself throughout the day and she never said a word to anyone. Not even Justin.

A LETTER TO MY BEST FRIEND
Justin lived with his family in Manhattan. He was the only child of his Parents. He was a very handsome boy with black hair and blue eyes. He was ten years old. He schooled in Mary Jane Junior High School and he was in his eighth grade.
Justin was very intelligent, nice and kind. He had a very close friend; Donna. They had been friends since their childhood days. Donna was the same age with Justin. She was an orphan and she lived with her Aunt in Manhattan. Her Aunt was a single woman who owned a small restaurant. Donna usually assisted her after school hours. She learnt a lot of cooking skills from her Aunt as well as how to run a business efficiently. Her Aunt was very nice to her and treated her like her own child.
Justin spent most of his time with Donna. He had other male friends but Donna was the closest to him. They were seatmates in class and they studied together during free periods. They both went to the library together and they had lunch together. Donna usually keep away from her fellow students. She never associated with them, except Justin. He was the only one that knew who she really was. She spoke to him freely and poured her emotions. She told him her biggest secret and took him as her biggest confidant.
During lunch, they would talk and eat together. They walked home together after school hours. Donna and Justin would paint together in his art workshop and she would bring food from her Aunt's restaurant.
The families knew each other very well. They both visited each other. Donna was no stranger in Justin's house and her Aunt took him like her own son too. They were too close to be inseparable.
Everything between them was very fine all until something happened which might never bring their relationship back together again. Justin did not stand for Donna when she needed him the most. She felt very betrayed and disheartened. It was what threw their relationship apart.
* * *
Justin and Donna walked to the Assembly hall together. She complained of having a headache and he gave her some aspirin that he always kept in his school bag.
They talked about the math test they wrote yesterday as they dropped their bags and stood their grounds in the Assembly hall with other students.
After assembly, the students walked back to their classes. Classes went on very well till Mrs. Williams; the science teacher entered the class. She had asked the students to come along with some money to purchase their graph book.
As she asked for the payment, students lined up to pay and get their graph books. It was when Linda began to scream.


...to be continued tomorrow
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Life Is An Art
\Losing a Close Friend is Worse Than A Break up
Oh yeah...blah! blah! blah! I've heard this a million times and never for once had I believed it until when I had a similar experience.
I was losing two of my close friends at the same time. Shocking isn't it? It wasn't just shocking, it was terrifying.
I would say that close friends would just fall below the family grade line.
After your family members, close friends are another set of people who would love you earnestly and care for you just like themselves.
When I mean close friends, I mean true friends who really care about you.
Losing two friends at the same time was something I hadn't expected. I saw myself doing something I'd never done before; writing an essay to tell them how they mean to me.
The reason why most friendship break up is because both parties refuse to apologise. When everyone believe they're not at fault, no conflict can be resolved.
My old time close friend chatted me up on Facebook recently. He complained about we not getting in touch for a long time. We had been really close during our university days. After graduation, the usual happened. I tried to get in touch with him but after a while, I got tired and stopped calling.
I had a close friend I hadn't spoken to for a while now.
"Maryam, I'm very angry with you". One of my friends had told me this morning.
His mother had been really sick and he had to travel home urgently.
I hadn't bothered to ask of his welfare and that of his mother until he accused me.
Sometimes, stuffs we do pushes loved ones away from us. Let's be the best of friends, care for others as ourselves, take away our pride, be the first to say 'hi' and apologise even when you think you're not at fault.
Your loved one might love you with all of his/her heart but a friend will see your good characters, flaws, weaknesses, dirty secrets and still think you're amazing.
For this segment of 'Life is An Art', two short stories on "Best Friends" would be dedicated. It would be updated before the end of this week.
A drama series will be here to spice up your weekend. "The Stevens" is all about a new couple with lots of ups and down, what they face being married, the happy moments, sad moments, quarrels, jealousy, humuor and so on. It's comic and very hilarious.
Stay tuned as it's going to be launched this Saturday by God's grace.
Also, Cups of Coffee With Four is reviving back and you get to read lovely opinions from four amazing people.
As always, Life is an art. It is very beautiful and lovely. Although, behind those lovely designs are mistakes and errors. Life is not always the way we want it to be but it is our duty to make ourselves happy.
Remember that life is very short to be unhappy. So forgive quickly, love truly and never forget anything that made you smile!!!
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LIFE IS AN ART
The Fun of Being A Corper
Hey great fans of the Nitty Wall. Welcome to another segment of 'Life is An Art'.
This issue struck my mind and I thought that I had to share it.
As a corper, there are several challenges and hurdles that one has to face.
I vividly remembered when I went for the three weeks orientation camp. I felt so demoralized and frustrated. I felt that I had gone there to waste my precious time. I could hardly post on my blog despite the fact that I had carried my laptop along with me. The theft was so serious that one shouldn't have an idea that you have such in your possession. I had to apologize to my fans; mostly the anticipated readers of 'Love by Fate' series. Later, I saw the three weeks camp like a vacation; a way of doing away with all forms of work and meeting new friends.
The greatest challenge that struck me was the day we left camp. We all felt joyous of our place of primary assignments but the story changed when we got there. Most of my friends that got to their PPA (Place of Primary Assignment) on that day were rejected, except one precisely and he complained of lack of power supply in his area.
"NYSC is a waste of time and energy. It should be scrapped". I lamented.
I wouldn't forget that day. It was the day I regretted being a Nigerian. I complained to my dad about the worthlessness of NYSC. "NYSC has lost its glory years ago. It is not what it used to be. Corruption has eaten deep into the system. After studying in school for years, they want us to pass through this?" I said, almost in tears.
"Mmm". My dad said, watching me.
"Dad, the only reason NYSC is still in the system is because everyone sees it as a phase they have to pass through. It is high time we found a lasting solution to it".
"Probably during my time, NYSC would have been scrapped". My younger sister added.
"I wish I were you". I had muttered silently.
* * *
Looking back at what I had said makes me chuckle. Of course it wasn't easy at first, settling down in a new environment and starting work. However, the end result is great.
I've met lots of interesting people I know for sure I wouldn't have met if not for NYSC. Being a corper gave an avenue for meeting new and lovely friends and who would make you laugh earnestly. I've met people that have impacted positively in my life.
I was in a meeting with a group of corpers and I felt intrigued at the thought that we're all corpers.
Really? We're all corpers. Oh My gosh! I had screamed inside of me.
The greatest fun of being a corper is when people look at you in awe and respect. I work in a polytechnic and apart from being a young graduate, I also have a small stature I cannot deny the fact that I find it interesting seeing the way students respect me. Students I know for sure are older than me.
I live among students since I say in a student area. A funny incident happened recently. I was in my apartment when someone knocked at my door. I opened to see a student in front of me.
"Good Morning Ma. I guess this is for you". She said, holding a peg.
She was practically bending when she said those words. What intrigued me was the 'Ma' aspect. I'm very sure that student is older than I am but being a corper, I deserve all the respect no matter my size or age
The best part of this whole experience is on my CDs day, when I get to put on the khaki uniform.
I usually go to the market after CDs since it's the work free day of the week. The respect that everyone gives me is overwhelming. The lovely stare and everything makes it fun being a corper.
A bike rider (I'm really sorry I always use them as a reference point. They might be illiterates but most of them are smart) told me the challenges he feels corpers face.
"How much is even the allowance. The fact is that when one finishes serving, he/she would look for a better paid employment. I see NYSC as a way of teaching graduates what hardship means. After then, the enjoyment begins". He had said in yoruba.
I took his words and agreed with him. NYSC might be challenging but there is a greater fun attached to it. So if you pray for NYSC to be scrapped, you're gonna miss out on a whole lot of things.
I was with my friend last week and she explained how things were for her before she got settled.
"Maryam, whatever situation we are in right now, with our work or where we stay, we have to adapt because we've got no reason to complain. I remembered how I used to cry to my Parents before. Everything's changed now". She said matter-of-factly.
I say a big shout out to all the lovely friends I've made since the beginning of my service year.
Rasheedah, Nafisah, Sulayman, Abdullah, Haruna, Omar Abdur Rahman, Efe David, Hafsah, Ada, Tawakalt, Fadekemi, Safiyyah, Nuriyyah, Taoheedah, Ganiyat, Balqees, Ghazal, Esther, Seyi, Sampson, Johnson, Asiat, Mr. Oladosu Olamide...and a host of others (I'm so sorry if your name is not included). You all are wonderful and amazing. I wonder if our paths would ever have crossed if not for NYSC. Then, I can imagine how life would be without you guys.
As always, Life is an art. It is very beautiful and lovely. Although, behind those lovely designs are mistakes and errors. Life is not always the way we want it to be but it is our duty to make ourselves happy.
Remember that life is very short to be unhappy. So forgive quickly, love truly and never forget anything that made you smile!!!
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LIFE IS AN ART
There is no problem in having fear. The problem is how you overcome that fear.
Good day lovely fans of the Nitty Wall and welcome to another beautiful Saturday, which is the day when we all have to rest after the week's stress.
One thing life has taught me is to always learn to face fear, to take it as a challenge and make sure you let that 'fear' out of you.
I remember the first time I learnt to let go of my fear. It was tough and very challenging. It was like the most difficult thing in the world for me to do. I looked at those who have no such fear and wished I was them. I didn't let go of that fear until I determined to do so.
No one's perfect. We all have this challenge that pull us down, that diminishes our self esteem, that make us wish we were others, that make us see ourselves as a failure, that make us feel that we are incomplete. We all have a challenge that we wish we could conquer, that we feel that conquering it can make us feel complete.
Have you ever wondered how you could overcome that fear? Thought it is really difficult? You're so wrong. It is not as difficult as you think it is.
Developing the 'I Can Do' is the driving force to overcoming your fear. Believing in God Almighty and knowing that He has all answers to your prayers. Take that fear as your challenge, as something you must do. Avoid all form of procrastination and do that 'very thing' that you've been pulling away for long. Believe in yourself. Know that you're imperfect just like every other person. Feel energized and motivated. Don't think too much of yourself. Tackle that challenge effortlessly and you see yourself climbing the success chain.
I was having a conversation with my dad this morning and the last statement I said was that; "Life has taught me a very big lesson, that having fear is not the problem, but learning to overcome that fear and taking it as a challenge".
Are you scared of writing, scared that you're not brilliant enough to excel in your academics, scared of talking in public, scared of mixing with new people?...whatever you may be scared of. This is high time to let go of that fear.
Life is an art. It is very beautiful and lovely. Although, behind those lovely designs are mistakes and errors. Life is not always the way we want it to be but it is our duty to make ourselves happy.
Remember that life is very short to be unhappy. So forgive quickly, love truly and never forget anything that made you smile!!!
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Wa iyyakum

Episode Twelve (Finale)
It was two weeks after the wedding and Hamdalah had gotten used to living without Maryam and Abdur Rahman.
Maryam was now married and Abdur Rahman may never come soon. She had given up on him or believing his flimsy promises.
Since she was promoted as the Assistant Chief Editor, she had more work to do and this made her busier than before.
Hamdalah worked diligently and did her best to pull all members of her department along.
It was Wednesday morning and Hamdalah supervised the works performed by all members of her department. Dressed in a long blue gown and gold veil, she had a coffee in one hand as she went through a file on one of the worker's desk.
He came in by surprise and Hamdalah hadn't expected to see him that soon, not even showing up at her work place.
Hamdalah caught sight of someone walking towards her and she turned to see the person she had longed to see.
He was dressed in his usual shirt tucked in a jean trouser. His dark hair neatly combed and creamed, and his skin looking fairer than before. His big black boots brought out his tall height and his hand was a pack of red flowers.
He had a plastered grin on his face and like Hamdalah, he seemed to have swept the whole crowd off their feet as they gazed at him in awe and admiration.
It took a great effort for Hamdalah to prevent the cup of coffee to slip off her shaky hand. She has no doubt that she was seeing the real Abdur Rahman. He was the only one that could make her that nervous and wobbly.
"Asalamu 'alaykum Hamdalah". He stood in front of her, flashing his biggest grin.
"Wa 'alaykumu salam". Hamdalah said shyly, not just because the love of her life is in front of her, but because of the crowd of workers staring at them.
'Here is for you". he gave her the bouquet of flowers.
"Thanks".
"Could we at least go to somewhere more private?" Abdur Rahman said as Hamdalah dropped the flowers in her office and followed him out of the building.
Abdur Rahman was very happy to see Hamdalah again. He remembered how incomplete he had felt without her and he was glad to have her by his side.
"You love her Abdur Rahman. Tell her how you feel". His father had motivated him.
When he landed in Lagos, he took it as his first priority to stop at Hamdalah's work place and propose to her.
When they sat in the nearby restaurant, he felt a chill to his spine when he saw the bracelet he had sent her on her wrist.
While they drank their milkshake, Abdur Rahman talked about his stay in London and the nice time he had with his father.
Hamdalah pretended to be interested in the conversation but all she thought of was how to tell him how she felt about him.
"...That was how my holiday went". He said, finishing his story.
They both grew nervous all of a sudden as they hesitated to talk.
Hamdalah coughed. "Abdur Rahman?"
"Yeah?"
"There's something I want to tell you. I just don't know how to put it and how you'd feel..."
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Episode Eleven
It was Maryam's wedding and the whole family was happy because they finally see the fruits of their labour.
'Ah. After this and that of Hamdalah, I know that I'd finally rest from wedding preparations". Her Aunt said tiredly as she packed the snacks into a cooler.
Hamdalah was very happy that her sister was getting married to the man of her dreams. However, she was sad that she would miss her sweet sister because she was finally going to live with her husband.
Abdur Rahman didn't arrive that week and he couldn't attend Maryam's wedding. He apologized to Hamdalah for his delay. She felt sad and disappointed but she had to forget about him.
She was going to focus on her sister's wedding and make sure that she enjoyed every part of its celebration.
Maryam was dressed as the most beautiful bride. Hamdalah wished that her Parents were alive to see such special day but she knew that Allah is the best of planners.
Hamdalah herself looked very beautiful and dashing. She stared at herself in the mirror and imagined how special her day would be. They drove to the wedding hall and Hamdalah kept on staring at Maryam.
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Maryam's wedding preparation was more tasky than that of Zara.
It was wedding season for the whole family and everyone got busy with its activities. Maryam didn't have time for Hamdalah as she worked effortlessly to make her wedding a success.
That was why Hamdalah didn't confide in her before splitting the truth to Zayn.
It was the worst days for her as she felt that she had broken someone's heart.
"I'm sorry Zayn. I can't marry you". She had blurted out the bitter but real truth.
"Do you love someone else?" his voice choked in anger.
His tone changed in an instance to an unhappy one and she felt that he was crying.
"Yes". Hamdalah cried.
'Does he know how much you love him?"
"I don't know...I don't think so".
"I guess he must be really special then".
"I'm very sorry Zayn for hurting your feelings. You're a good man and you deserve a better woman who would love with all of her heart. Hamdalah sadly said.
'Okay. Thanks for letting me know the truth". he said and ended the call.
It was the last time she heard from Zayn. She knew how devastated he must be feeling but in love, we sometimes have to let go.
Hamdalah used the period to read the Qur'an and ponder on its meanings. She opened a new book and started to read.
When she resumed work the following Monday, she met Mr. Wale at the doorstep and she tried to prevent herself from fidgeting.
She had rejected his choice and she never knew if he would ever forgive her for that.
"Asalam 'alaykum sir". Hamdalah greeted nervously.
"Wa'alaykumu salam". Can I see you now?" Mr. Wale dugged his hands into his pocket.
He looked just the way he had always been but Hamdalah still felt scared because of what had transpired between she and his cousin.
She followed sheepishly behind as he walked to his office.
'Have a seat Hamdalah" he signaled using his hand.
"Thanks". She sat on the seat that felt like boiling steam.
"My cousin told me what happened".
"Yes, and I'm pretty sorry. I didn't mean to break his heart sir. I wish I love him". She pleaded.
"You don't have to be. You did the right thing. You deserve to be with someone that would make you happy". Mr. Wale said.
"I still apologize for rejecting your cousin's offer. I know that he'd be angry with me". Hamdalah cried.
"The truth is always the truth. I should be sorry for trying to match make you. I wanted a responsible woman for my cousin. That was why I did it".
'Thanks for understanding sir. I really appreciate it".
"It's alright Hamdalah. One thing I admire about you is your courage and braveness. You always stand for what is right and that is a very good thing," he smiled, "Tell me, is there someone who has stolen your heart?" he smirked.
"Well sir..." She played with the edge of her long veil.
"You don't have to be shy. We're more than co-workers. We're friends". Mr. Wale placed his hand at the tip of his jaw, expecting more from her.
"Yes sir...but the problem is that he doesn't know about it". She frowned.
'Tell him how you feel".
"What?!"
"Yes Hamdalah. I'm sure he must have noticed your attraction towards him and he might feel the same way. Some men can be daft that they don't know when to propose to a lady. I'm an example. It took my wife courage to approach me, and that was when I discovered how much I love her". He smiled, thinking of the old days.
"How is Fatimah, Aisha and Muhammad?" She asked of his children.
She had last seen them when she attended Muhammad's naming ceremony. They were nice and lovely kids and Mr. Wale would be glad to have such wonderful children.
"They are fine and very stubborn. Muhammad is the most stubborn. He is the only male child and he is bent on breaking everything home". He laughed loudly.
Hamdalah laughed. "Makes me dream of having my own kids".
"I'm serious Hamdalah", he said maintaining his point, "It might sound awkward but you lose nothing by expressing your feelings. If you don't say it, it might remain like this and if you do and he doesn't feel the same way, then let go, All is fair in love".
"Okay Mr. Wale. Thanks for your advice. I really appreciate". Hamdalah said.
"You're always welcome. Whenever you need any advice, just come to me. I'll always be there for you". He said and she left his office with so much peace and happiness.
* * *
When Hamdalah got home in the evening, she met her Aunt making her lesson note in the living room.
Her Aunt worked as an English teacher in the community's secondary school.
"Asalamu 'alaykum Aunt".
"Wa'alaykum salam. How was work?"
"Alhamdullillah (All praises to Allah).
"Who is that guy, Zayn?"
"He is fine Aunt. I need to take a rest now". She quickly entered to prevent further questioning.
Hamdalah met her sister in the living room, getting dressed to go out. She greeted her reluctantly as she dropped her bag and laid tiredly on the bed.
"Hamdalah", Maryam said wearing her earrings, "You look very moody these days and I'm not happy about it. My wedding is in three days time and you're acting really weird. I don't care if it is Abdur Rahman or Zayn. All I know is that you must look happy for my wedding". Maryam said as she carried her bag and left the room.
Hamdalah sighed deeply as she opened her laptop and inserted her modem. She went to Ola Matem's site and read what she wrote about expressing one's feelings as a lady.
...You don't express your feelings like that to a man. He'd get scared. Let it be one at a time. Express it indirectly. Make him your friend and make him interested in you.
If you express your feelings to him in an instance, he would get scared and run away ): ...



A/N: Please, please and please. I know I have to apologize for being absent for approximately two weeks. I'm really sorry...I'm too occupied with NYSC activities that I've not had time for my blog.
Well, the good news is that I'm fully back with loads of exciting and thrilling writings to blow your mind away.
Another great news is that 'Love by Fate' has just two episodes to go...yay! I'm sure y'all are glad to hear that. A new and exciting novel series is coming up and it'd be just as thrilling as 'Love by Fate'
Thanks to those who cared about reaching out to me and wondering why I was absent. Also to those who eagerly asked for the next episode. To all my lovely fans who sacrifice their time to read and follow this novel series, I say a big thank you to y'all.
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Chapter Nine
Hamdalah had received flowers from Zayn throughout the year. It was finally Saturday, which was the day fixed for their date. Hamdalah dressed up for her date but all she could think of was Abdur Rahman.
She remembered the first time they had met and the way he smiled when talking to her, and the way they laughed.
They hadn't spoken since he arrived London and Hamdalah had fought the urge of missing him.
He doesn't love me...but...why would he send the bracelet? Hamdalah stared at the bracelet again. It was as sparkling and beautiful as it has always been.
She knew that it must have cost him a fortune to get one.
"Zayn is at the living room". Maryam giggled as she entered the room.
Hamdalah eyes almost popped out of its socket.
"What?!"
"He's very cute and respectful. Aunt have been having chat with him for minutes now". Maryam grinned excitedly.
"Okay. I guess I'll just go meet him there". Hamdalah carried her bag but Maryam hugged her.
"You look very pretty sis. I hope you make the right choice". Maryam cried as she felt her sister's cheeks.
"Me too. See you later Maryam". Hamdalah pulled away from her, trying to resist the tears that was demanding to flow.
* * *
"You love the food?" Zayn asked, putting a slice of chicken in his mouth.
He had taken her to a very fancy restaurant and they both ordered paella and chicken.
"I love it. It's just that this place is too expensive".
'I'm not complaining. I can do anything for you Hamdalah". Zayn said as he sipped his wine.
"Thanks".
The two ate their food in silence and when they were done, they drank their wine and discussed.
"Hamdalah, I'm a straightforward person and I would tell you how I feel about you. I love you so much Hamdalah. I love you from the first day I set my eyes on you and I'm willing to spend the rest of my life woth you. I want us to get married Hamdalah".
Hamdalah spilled wone on her veil as she hearc the last statement.
'You said what?" Hamdalah asked again.
"I said that I want to get married to you. Please say yes. We would get married and leave for Canada. Please Hamdalah, say yes. Will you marry me?"
"Uhm...y..." She was about to let out the three lettered word when her phone rang.
"Please excuse me". Hamdalah left her seat while Zayn nodded in dissappointment.
It was Abdur Rahman calling. As much as she was angry with him, she felt very excited seeing his call.
Smilimg, Hamdalah answered the call. "Asalam 'alaykum Abdur Rahman".
"Wa'alaykumu salam. I'm really sorry for not calling for a while".
Really? I'm happy hearing you again. Hamdalah felt unusually excited and agitated hearing his thick voice.
There was something about him that was just different from other men.
Judging from his voice, she knew that he was also super excited.
"Whatever". She rolled her eyes.
"Seriously Hamdalah, I'm super sorry. You don't know my dad. Whenever I'm with him, I hardly do anything. We would gist like kids and talk about every aspect of our life".
"Hmm. That's nice".
"Yeah. So, where are you?"
Hamdalah almost fell to the ground. If only he could notice how tensed she was.
Why would he ask her such a question?
"Hello? You there?"
"Ah yes. How are you?"
"I'm very fine. Are you okay?"
"Yes".
"Are you sure Hamdalah? You sound different".
"You don't have to worry about me Abdur Rahman. You need to have a good time with your dad...in London". Hamdalah frowned.
"Okay. Well, I have a good news which is not really new to you. I'd be back to Nigeria next week Insha Allah" he said cheerfully.
"That's sure good news. Looking forward to seeing you then...less I forget, Maryam's wedding is next week and I'd really love it if you attend".
"Okay then. Insha Allah, I would attend. Bye Hamdalah".
"Goodbye". Hamdalah hung up the call and walked back to the restaurant.
She caught glimpse of Zayn and she couldn't help but stare at him.
He was still the handsome and simple man she had met two weeks ago. He sat nervously on the chair and shook momentarily, his small lips quivering words she couldn't decipher.
She knew that all he wanted was for her to return with a 'yes' response...but how could she say so when she didn't love him. He was very loving and he had a good heart but she couldn't see herself falling in love with him.
Hamdalah couldn't control the tears as she walked back to her seat.
Zayn's eyes grew wider in anticipation as he showed his sparkling white teeth.
His smile turned into a frown as he noticed her wet eyes.
"Are you okay Hamdalah?"
"Yes I am". She sat on the chair.
"Then why are you crying? Who called you and why do you look so different?" he furrowed his eyebrows in concern.
"I'm okay. About your response, I'll think about it but I really need to go home now". Hamdalah said.
"Okay, if that's what you want". He picked his car keys and paid the bills.
Zayn studied Hamdalas's mood throughout their drive home and he wished that he could help her...only if he knew what bothered her.
He felt very disappointed for her hesitation to respond to his request but he had to make her happy. He would be patient till she gets better.
Hamdalah didn't want to hurt Zayn's feelings but she knew that sooner or later, he would learn to accept the truth.

LIFE IS AN ART
The Fire and Passion For Success Is Greater Than The 'Success' Itself
Hey fans of the Nitty Wall. I welcome to another episode of 'Life is An Art'.
I decided to share my little story with you on this segment.
I was on a journey yesterday. I went to my Place of Primary Assignment and travelled home the same day. Because of that, I arrived Lagos very late in the night. I live in estate and the 'okada' riders are usually reluctant to ride inside, most especially in the night. Those that are willing charge extra for transportation.
An 'okada' rider stopped by me and I insisted that I pay hundred naira for transport.
"Don't worry. I go carry you home unto say u be corper oo". He said accepting the money I gave him.
On our ride home, he told me about the value he has for corpers.
"I like the uniform...I like am well well". He said matter-of-factly.
I asked him. "Make I borrow u my own? I fit borrow u oo".
"No o. I wan wear my own".
"Really?"
"Yes oo. I dey take lessons for morning. Na for evening I dey do this job. I wan finish school, graduate and wear this uniform. I no say e no easy but I wan wear am".
"That's very good. Have you written WAEC?"
"Ehenn na. I don write WAEC and NECO and the two results good. I wan read law for university".
"Ah. That one na too much reading oo". I exclaimed.
"To study law, one must do well in Literature, CRS and government and I do well in these subjects. I don dey prepare for university. Na for my state Ebonyi, I wan go school".
"Oh that's good. Have you saved for school?" I asked.
"Since when? I don dey save tey tey".
"Okay o. All the best. Goodnight". I paid and waved at him before entering the gate.
What amazed me about the simple 'okada' rider was his passion and striving attitude toward success. He was willing to work extra hard and remain patient just to become a graduate.
One of my most popular quote goes by, "What the heart conceive and believe, the heart achieves".
Being successful is not only about dreaming but working towards achieving that dream.
The real success is the belief, faith, hard work, fire and passion you put towards being successful. It creates a good success story for you, so that when you tell the world how you became successful, people would strive to follow your footstep and have you as their role model.
I hope you learn one or two from this story.
Life is an art. It is very beautiful and lovely. Although, behind those lovely designs are mistakes and errors. Life is not always the way we want it to be but it is our duty to make ourselves happy.
Remember that life is very short to be unhappy. So forgive quickly, love truly and never forget anything that made you smile!!!
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Chapter Eight
Hamdalah cooked earnestly in the kitchen for the whole family. They had decided to celebrate her promotion by eating her delicious meal.
"It's not fair. I shouldn't be the one cooking today". She stared out of the kitchen for the fifth time, where the rest watched TV.
"It's so unfortunate that you're the best cook". Her Aunt said as everyone giggled.
"You should own a restaurant. You have passion for cooking just like journalism". Someone mocked her.
Hamdalah grumbled in response. She knew that it would be one of her little cousins.
Hamdalah made fried rice, salad and baked chicken for the whole family. She also made pancakes.
"Hamdalah, your phone is ringing". Maryam called from the room.
"Who is it?"
"I don't know". She walked huskily to prevent Hamdalah from missing the call.
"Keep the phone with you next time". She threw the phone at Hamdalah and walked out of the kitchen.
"Hello?"
"Hey! Asalam 'alaykum".
"Wa'alaylumu salam". Please who's this?"
"It's me, Zayn". The responder said.
"Oh. How did you get my number because I don't remember giving you".
"I got it from Mr. Wale". She heard a light chuckle and she held her fists in anger.
"Okay".
"About my request, I was wondering if we could go out during the weekend. Just say any place you wish to go and I'd take you there".
"I'm sorry but I told you my reasons".
"Yes I know, but I think you can shift out a little time during the weekend". He protested.
"I'll see what I can do. Bye".
"Bye Hamdalah".
* * *

Hamdalah narrated Zayn's incident to Maryam and she listened attentively.
"Hmm". Maryam commented as she laid on the bed, placing her hands on the pillow.
"Hmm. Is that all you can say?" Hamdalah rolled her eyes at her sister who didn't say a word throughout the narration.
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Hey everyone and a happy Sunday to you.
The Cups of Coffee segment is finally here with four lovely members ready to always spice up your week with fresh and exciting topics.
Here's a few description of the four members.

* Maryam AbdulWahab (Myself)
-Graduate of Alhikmah university
-Studied Economics
-A writer and blogger
-A serving corp member.

*Wahab Olayinka
-Graduated from Kwara State polythechnic
-Studied Civil Engineering.

*Idowu Salawu
-Graduated from bingham university
-A political scientist.

*Ismael Olalekan Tesleem
-Graduate of LAUTECH
-A Consultant Microbiologist/Quality controller
-A teacher, Youth coach and facilitator
-An advocate of food quality and safety
-An entrepreneur.
-Owner of Qeediiz House of Coutures.


Having known a little about the four members, I'm sure y'all are anticipating to see what they've got for you.
The show is on...only on maryamnittywall..com

Chapter Seven
Hamdalah tried to live normally without bothering about Abdur Rahman. She had loved peacefully before he came into her life, so why would he change everything in a sudden?
Hamdalah worked on the news on her table but it was hard concentrating. She needed to visit the new consultancy firm so that she can have an interview with the Manager.
"Miss Mustapha". The secretary knocked.
"Yes...come in please". Hamdalah drifted back to consciousness.
The secretary entered. "Sorry to disturb you but Mr. Wale wants to see you". She said.
"Thanks". Hamdalah said as she left.
Hamdalah walked out of her office to see her boss. Mr. Wale was the head of Business and Finance and he had employed her. Mr. Wale had always been a source of motivation. He never insulted or queried her but he encouraged and appreciated her hardwork. Hamdalah respected him more than anyone in the office.
"Good day Sir". Hamdalah greeted as she entered his office.
Mr. Wale was not alone. he had a young man of her age sitting in front of him.
The young man had a smile plastered to his face and he stared at Hamdalah when she entered the office. That made her a little bit uncomfortable.
"How are you Hamdalah?"
"I'm very fine Sir".
"Are you set to have an interview with the Manager of the consultancy firm?"
"Yes I am. I've prepared the set of questions and I thought that you should review them before I leave". She handed him a file.
He scanned through the document and nodded. "This is just okay Hamdalah...Oh, pardon my bad attitude. Hamdalah, this is my cousin Zayn and meet Hamdalah, my co-worker". Mr. Wale said.
Mr. Wale was a tall dark man in his mid-thirties. He was happily married with three children. Zayn was just a young version of Mr. Wale.
"Nice meeting you".
"Nice meeting you too". Hamdalah gave him an awkward smile.
"I've actually said a lot about you to Zayn. That is why he was very desperate in meeting you in person". Mr. Wale said.
"Oh" Was all Hamdalah could say, "Well sir, I should be on my way now".
"No Hamdalah. I have a big surprise for you". Mr. Wale grinned sheepishly as he winked at his cousin.
"What could that be?"
Mr. Wale brought out a white envelope.
"To satisfy your curiosity, the letter contains your promotion. I am pleased to inform you that you are the assistance chief editor of business and finance section.
Hamdalah squealed in delight.
"Alhamdullilah(All praises are due to Allah). Thank you so much sir for your support and encouragement, and for choosing me to work with you". She held her mouth in excitement.
"You're always welcome Hamdalah. I would always be proud of you".
'Thanks a lot Sir. I should be on my way now". Hamdalah set to leave but was stopped by Zayn.
"You are super excited Hamdalah. Why don't I drop you off" he suggested.
Hamdalah looked at Mr. Wale's face for a reply and he nodded with a smirk.
* * *
Hamdalah rolled her eyes in frustration as Zayn talked about himself and his achievements.
The drive to the consultancy firm was a long one and she wished that they would arrive there in no second.
"I studied petroleum engineering from the university of canada and I was opportune to get a good job with the help of Allah. I actually came to Nigeria in seraph of a wife that I would take along with me to Canada". Zayn said as he turned the steering wheel.
"Uhm" Hamdalh replied.
"So, are you single?"
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Chapter Six
Hamdalah sat in the living room and watched TV with her family. She hadn't been herself after the incident at the wedding. It took a long time before she confessed to Maryam the reason for her sadness.
She had given up on Abdur Rahman.
Despite Maryam's attempt to convince her, she never accepted that he could ever love her.
I was so stupid to fall in love with him. I always knew that we were different and that he'd never see me the way I do.
Hamdalah thought as she scowled at the TV. Everyone raised their eyebrows at her.
"Are you okay Hamdalah? You've been acting really weird for days now". Her Aunt asked concerned.
"I'm fine Aunt." Hamdalah said as Numan entered with a parcel.
Numan was Hamdalah's younger cousin and he was only twelve years old.
'Here's a package for you sister Hamdalah. A man came here saying that someone has sent it to you". he gave her the package covered with red designs.
'Who would have sent it". She murmured to herself as she surveyed the gift.
"Dunno. It probably would be from a boy". Numan chuckled.
"Go back and continue your assignment". Her Aunt dispersed him as he left the living room still chuckling.
Hamdalah went inside the room to open the gift. She felt very nervous as she untangled the gift wrapper.
Who can do this be? She thought.
In it was a silver box and a hand written letter. She decided to first open the letter. It was written by Abdur Rahman. It read:-
Dear Hamdalah,
As you read this, I'm currently on my way to London. I so much hate to leave Nigeria but I have to see my dad. He's the only one I've got and I have to make him happy.
I really don't know why I have this strange feeling leaving you behind for just a period of time. I haven't experienced this before and I don't know why I am now.
More so, I don't know why I feel this way or why I even decided to write to you.
I have something really important to tell you when I come back but till then, I hope you take good care of yourself.
Bye!
Yours Faithfully,
Abdur Rahman.

Hamdalah couldn't control the tears that swelled her eyes when she read the letter. What baffled her more was when she opened the black box.
In it contained the most sparlikng silver bracelet that Hamdalah had ever seen. Hamdalah wore the shiny bracelet and cried deeply. She was happy that Abdur Rahman had sent it to her.
Maryam entered the room to see her sister smiling and crying at the same time.
'What happened? Who sent you this?" Her eyes popped open as she touched the sparkling bracelet.

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Chapter Five
Two weeks passed in a haste. While Hamdalah was very busy with the wedding preparation, Abdur Rahman looked forward to seeing Hamdalah's family.
It was finally the wedding date. Abdur Rahman was dressed in a kaftan and cap. It was the outfit that he always love to wear on special occasions. He usually got them ordered from India.
Abdur Rahman gave a last look in the mirror, like he always did before he goes out. He looked at himself and saw the young picture of his father. He had the same small bright eyes, handsome face, dark skin and tall stature.
"Abdur Rahman!" Mansur startled him. He called from the living room.
Abdur Rahman hurriedly wore his wristwatch and came downstairs.
"You called me". He walked to Mansur who sat on the sofa watching TV.
"Hmm". Was all he said.
"I'm used to you," Abdur Rahman shrugged, "Are you still bent on not attending the wedding?".
"Yes I am". Mansur replied flipping through stations with the remote.
"Why?".
Mansur dropped the remote and faced his friend.
"I want you to spend time with Hamdalah. You can even express your feelings to her today".
"Oh well. You can even get to see her".
"I don't have to. I'm sure that my best friend will never make a bad choice". He grinned.
"Okay then. See you later Mansur".
"Go for it. Bye!".
* * *
Hamdalah, Maryam and their Aunt's family prepared hard for the wedding ceremony.
It was a stressful work for Hamdalah but she did her best to make sure that Zara's wedding come out as a success.
The guests arrived in no time and the wedding ceremony began.
Hamdalah and Maryam walked the bride to the altar as they imagined how their day would be.
Hamdalah had spent time scanning through the crowd but Abdur Rahman was nowhere in sight.
"Thanks a lot. You're more than sisters to me. I love you so much". Zara said as she hugged both of them.
"You're welcome dear. We can do anything for you".
"I'm also sorry for always troubling you Hamdalah. I promise to never do that again".
"It's okay Zara. Now go meet your husband. He's waiting eagerly for you". Hamdalah patted her as she walked to the altar looking very radiant.
Hamdalah pictured herself as the pretty bride walking down the altar and then, Abdur Rahman smiling at her and thinking of how happy they would be forever.
As she drifted out of her daydream , she remembered him again.
She scanned through the crowd again but he had still not arrived.
"Chillax," Maryam said sensing her tensed mood, "He's going to come".


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Chapter Four Of Love By Fate
Hamdalah blushed openly as she made pizza in the kitchen. She felt uncomfortably cheerful not just because she just received a call from Abdur Rahman but because Maryam, who sat on the cupboard of the kitchen wouldn't let her be. Maryam gave Hamdalah a suspicious smile as she grinned widely, trying to concentrate on what she had in front of her.
"Maryam?" Hamdalah grinned shyly as she stuck some strands of her hair beside her ear.
"Yes. I'm just happy that the pizza would be very delicious today". Maryam smirked.
"Why do you say so?".
"Because you're happy".
"Why do you think so?".
"Oh stop the questions small sis. We both know that it's because of Abdur Rahman" Maryam bluntly said.
Hamdalah's face turned redder as she turned back focused on what she was doing.
"You're very lucky Hamdalah. I've not seen Abdur Rahman in person but with what you've said about him, I know that he is religious, handsome and very rich.
Hamdalah, he's the C.E.O of one of the most successful Company in Nigeria".
"That's the main reason why I'm nervous. He's kind of too perfect for me. How can I think that he would be interested in me. I'm just a simple journalist with no house of my own and who go about in public transport". Hamdalah grimaced.
"It doesn't matter Hamdalah. You don't have to think that way. I have an idea. Why don't you invite Abdur Rahman to Zara's wedding ceremony. Since you're to give him  the book in two weeks time, you can use that opportunity to give him the book".
"I don't think that's a good idea," Hamdalah protested, "We're not that close".
"Give it a try dear". Maryam passed the phone to her, "Call him now!"
"Okay". Hamdalah took the phone nervously and dialled his number.
Abdur Rahman picked immediately. "Hello Hamdalah". His melodious voice struck through her whole body like an electric shock.
It took seconds for Hamdalah to gather what she was about to say.
"Hello. You there?" He noticed the silence.
"Yeah. My cousin's wedding is in two weeks time and I'm wondering if you would like to attend the wedding ceremony. I could use that opportunity to give the book". Hamdalah bit her lip in anxiety.
"I would love to see you in two weeks time"
"Bye".
"Bye Hamdalah". He hung up.
Hamdalah grinned at her sister as she held her breath in delight.
She wanted such moment to always happen.

What do you think of this chapter? Why do you think Hamdalah is so happy? Watch out for the next episode.