What a beautiful story!

I don't care what anyone else says,this is a lovely piece of work. After readin the previous parts, 'm here to stay. Keep it up honey

BEENUEL:
Nice story..... is this fictional is factual....and why will he call You her a witch, wicked girl??, maybe you omitted where he paid for her hair and soft drinks.

Cc. Rhayne

Hell to da no! I did not taste 1 kobo of his money. It's factual honey

Lol...this Lanre character is one hell of a cray chiq! She's making out in public after complainin a few minutes ago about it. Smh!

I knew it...Tomi didn't die...actor no dey die. Still waitin for a peek into Victoria and Dantata's story. Weldone ma'am

Hai knew it... Tomi didn't die..n she aff carry bele... Bibijay123 your story has made me burn my pot of rice...imagine burnin rice this Boo-harry era! Diaris God oo!

'M guessing Tomi wasn't in the bus....i hope so too

Thank God Tomi's appearance didn't spoil show....she's beginning to take care of herself. Nice work Bibijay123...following bumper to bumper

If you wan copy,copy..but acknowledge me.
I sit down here wondering what to do. Should i keep it or remove it? I am referrin to my blood as it. Oh Neltord! What have we done? I decide to face the consequences. I park my bag n head home. As i draw nearer,my bravado starts to fade. It carries me to d doorstep of my family house where i breakdown in tears. I dunno how long i stay there cryin till my dad opens d door to go for an evenin stroll n stumbles on my postrated form. On recognisin me he says'oh my angel who made you cry?'. This makes me cry harder. He carries me inside where he calls for my mum to bring me water. When she sees my condition,she gives me milk instead n convinces me to open up. I dry my tears,look up and say 'mum,dad, 'm sorry for letting yoy down but i am pregnant'.
The silence is deafening n i cry harder..my parents sit calmly n look at me. Then my mum laughs and asks me if i am jokin..when i say no she starts screamin of how she married my father as a virgin. She complains of all d love and attention showerd on me and how i repay it by rubbin mud on their faces
My dad just looks at me and walks out..i cry myself to sleep..only to b awaken by a sharp pain in my stomach..i rush to d toilet. Lo and behold,my visitor comes knockin. Well played nature! Well played.
My parents now knw my wayward lifestyle

Wow..OyinPrince,you are a talented writer. This story kept me from readin my books..infact it made me doze in class cos i stayed awake late at night reading it. Welldone!

Continued....... On subsequent occassions,we would run into ourselves in the street, I would politely smile and say hi. He would proceed to make small talk, and as usual, I would politely refuse to give him my fone number. This continued for months until one hot afternoon, I was hurriedly walking home from school. I saw him and smiled. He smiled back at me and grabbed my bag. I initially thought he was joking until he said " Today na today o! Wicked gurl, you must give me your number or we won't live here today." I was speechless and stared blankly at him. Was he high? He used to be nice. " My God would judge you" He continued. I found my voice and replied "He would judge you too" " Wicked, evil gurl, look how pretty you are, no one would believe you are this heartless. Anyways, your stubborness and wickedness don jam one chance today, I am ready for you" " Jobless human being, let go of my bag" " Mbanu, until you do as I say" " You will grow old then" I boldly answered though my heart was beating. " Wicked gurl, Witch, my God would judge you" This continued for about a quarter of an hour. By this time, I was sweating profusely and contemplating caving in when he let go of my bag. Mehn! I walked away really fast, almost running sef. All the while, he was walking behind me hurling insults. When I steadily ignored him, he stopped. I breathed a sigh of relief and said a prayer of thanks to my heavenly father for saving me from my over-enthusiastic admirer. The end....

Episode 2. It all started one day when in preparation for my school's resumption I went to get my hair braided. Due to the epileptic power supply and heat in the salon, the hairdresser suggested we conduct our business in the verandah. I readily agreed because in addition to the fresh air, I wanted to feed my eyes on the busy street. Customers kept coming to buy recharge cards, soft drinks and hair accessories which the hairdresser also sold. Whenever she got up to attend to them, I also got up to stretch my waist as I had been sitting down for a veeeery looong time-Thanks to micro braids. I was so bored I started counting how many cute guys came into the salon. This continued for a while until i noticed this particular guy. He came over to purchase airtime. However, he commented on how fine my hair was, instructed my hairdresser to make it beautiful, and left. Later in the day, he came to get soft drinks, and offered to pay for my hair. Of course I refused! We however became friends of some sorts.

Mehn...this is what some mothers do. Quick to believe negative things about their kids. Too bad!

Suigeneris93:




Yes, sorry I didn't feel like doing epistles, her posts will be really concise. Bear with me

ohk o! Still followin

The post is too brief

Episode 1.

"My God would judge you" was what he
said as he grabbed my bag that hot
afternoon.
"And He would judge you too" I replied
while trying unsuccesfully to dislodge my
bag from his grip. Mehn! This guy had an
iron fist.
" Wicked gurl,today your stubborness and
heartlessness don jam one chance".
I boldly gave him my dirtiest look and
hissed. But in my mind, i was thinking,
'wat is wrong with this guy ehn? holding
my bag like this in a busy street?'.
Passersby kept giving us curious
glances,but nobody stopped to help. Aww
mehn! What should i do?How do i wriggle
out of this mess? Which kyn human be
this? Supposing i make good use of my
teeth? I wondered. As these thoughts
crossed my mind, I looked at the guy. He
was well-built and had longer legs than i
did. So, if i should bite him and rum
away,he would probably catch up with me
and give me the beating of my life. He
might even remove my incissors.
" If you want to leave here with your bag
today, you had better do as i say".
" I will not do it, lemme see what you can
do" was my hasty and stubborn reply,but
in my mind, I was like '****'. I prayed all
the kinds of prayers i knew in my mind.
But begging and doing what he wants
would be the last thing I would do.
How did i get into this mess in the first
place?