Twenty eight



“Go ahead” I said.


“Okay, that Adanna story is it true life or fiction?” She asked the same question everybody has been asking me from day one.


“The first season is real, I made up the other parts because my fans wanted the story to continue” I said.


“Waoh, its so interesting, I must say thank you very much” she said.


“Thank you too for reading” I replied.


“So what do you do now, are you still a writer?” She ask.


“Yes I still write, I have a site where I post my stories, where did you read Adanna?” I ask her.


“Oh I saw the PDF on my mother's phone so I took it and read it, the title draw my attention, I haven't really been to Nigeria before even though am from that side, so when I saw Aba and I have heard a lot about Aba town so I just say let me read it, and am glad I did” she said.


“You are from Nigeria but you have never step foot in Nigeria?” I ask.


“Yes, I was born here and this is where we live, I mean my family” she said.


“That's interesting, well goodluck to you” I said.


“Alright, thank you, I hope we will chat more often now” she said.


“No problem” I said.



Day by day we chat and she requested for my site which I gave her the link, she read so many of my stories.



I return from work one day, I took my phone on top my bed after taking my bath, I saw her last message.


“Hello, am coming to england and I will be so happy if we can meet up, I will like to see you” that's her message.


“What are you coming to do in England?” I ask her and immediately she came online.


She called me through video call, first time she will be calling me, I pick it up and cover the front camera with my hand so that she won't see my face, I saw her and waoh, she's really and angel with a long hair and beautiful body, she's got full grown apples in front of her chest and she was sitting in bed with earphone on her ears.

Twenty seven




I gather my things and started preparing to travel to England for my education, my sister support me and even gave me lots of money, of course she will join me there when I settle.


My story group keep growing, even my site traffic keep increasing, I buy AdSense for my site and took permission from other writers to paste their story on my blog.


I travel to Manchester to continue my education, I went there to start all over again,I read Medical Laboratory Scientist, different from the microbiology I read in nigeria now I have two certificate.


I finished my school in Manchester and I got a small job in a small laboratory in Manchester England, though the money is okay compared to the ones in Nigeria, I stayed in one bedroom because its only me though my sister will soon come join me but let me make some money first, the work is okay and I have rest of my mind, anytime am free I will take my laptop and start typing, I was chatting one day and then one unknown america number message me.


“Hello, are you ozila?”


“Hi, yes am ozila who are you?” I ask.


“Am angel, I saw your story and I love it, I will like to ask you some questions “ she said.


I look at her picture, shes beautiful but shes still a kid more like 15 or 16.

Twenty six



Don't blame me, I was angry, what's so hard for her to open up, she broke up with me because she believe we won't see each other again, that's funny because I don't see that as a reason to break up, if I was in her shoe I will go to america and start planning to bring her over, not breaking up with her, oh well I guess she has made her choice, I wish her goodluck.


Since she broke up with me I haven't been myself, I don't smile like before am always sad, I just go to work and come back and seel medicine, even my sister notice it, she ask what the matter was and I told her nothing.


I move on and keep making my money, I don't have much to spend because my sister is paying for our rent and since am done with school I just keep saving till I have enough to apply for America Visa, they keep denying me though that didn't stop me from applying.



They keep denying me so my sister suggest that I try another country after all its just to further my education, three years later I got Visa to further my education in Manchester England, I was so happy.

Twenty five

The next day I saw some of her pictures in abroad, I wasn't alright I was angry because shes still in my heart, with anger I delete her number, I don't want to see any pics its like am still in prison.


Few weeks after she landed in America she message me on WhatsApp.


“Hi”


“Hello, who is this?” I ask.


“With +1 you should know its me Joie” she said.


“Okay, hope you are fine” I said.


“Am okay, I tried to message you on Facebook I didn't see your name, looks like you blocked me”



“Yeah, I had to move on and seeing you all the time keep reminding me of our past” I said.


“Okay good, why don't you block me here too”


“What do you mean?”


“Block me here too so that you won't be getting hurt again”


*you broke my heart I should be the one angry not you”



“Whatever, I just want to know how you are doing”


“Why? You don't care na” I replied.



“You won't understand”



“Then make me understand” I said.


“I don't know how”.


“then you are not ready to talk” I said and block her line.

Twenty four




“We can't, I don't want to be the one holding you up to move on, I want you to move on please you are already working you cannot be waiting ten or eleven years for something that might not come to pass, please am sorry ozila” she said.


“Come on please don't do this, you are killing me” I replied.


“Am so sorry” she said and went offline.



I sent her countless messages which she didn't reply, I don't know what to do, if shes going abroad how does that have anything to do with our relationship? People travel far end to visit their love ones, unless there is something I don't believe this her excuse.


Things flame up as we stop picking my calls she won't even reply any of my messages, one week later she update one of her picture with her on a plane, I observe that her tummy came up a little but I didn't take it as anything.