AFRICAN STORIES

LIVING IN GUILT

Story by Akin Omo Akin

I tried resisting but she persisted. She was all over me as she urged, patiently waiting for me to give in. I finally lost control but when she stared at me,keeping her gaze on my retina. Looking through her blue eyes my heart was sectile.

"Please, Princely, please, I want this." She said with a subtle touch.

"okay how much for the blue contact lenses?" I asked the anxious shop keeper.

"Six thousand five." He replied
I fumed, as I reached my pocket for my credit card, resenting the shopkeepers sated smile.

Sekinat was bode's girlfriend, and it was her birthday In two days. We had been shopping the entire afternoon. Just like I promised her. a favor from bode , who has travelled abroad for few months program. I help her into the taxi, laughing as she clutched two nylon bags in her hands. She was beautiful, adorable, daring, and lively. For a while, we were both silent and the atmosphere was becoming too dull for her to bare. I had to bring something up, I told her about myself, my family, the crazy girlfriend I had. It was all lively and she was happy and talky, i decided to tell her about how I felt for her. The silent that evade the air was so brawny, I regretted telling her about what I felt for her,she must hate me now, "I muttered."

We'd been on the road for almost an hour, as we approached the last stop that leads to her house, I sighed with lot of air running through my nerves.

"Why did you allow him that day, why?"she spoke.

" huh?" I stuttered.

"At the Hangout. You came to me first, but you said nothing, bode asked me out in your present."

"I...I loved you the first time I saw your face. I had wish that everything he said and did to me that night was done by you." I was lost.

The car pulled over in front of her apartment. She got down first, dragging her nylon with the door, I stood on her side holding the door for her and frowning at the silence between us.

"It's getting late I should probably go home and prepare for tomorrow." I said as she dropped the bags.

She stood up facing me, and whispered "I can't thank you enough for today"

Even though I couldn't explain the kiss and everything that came afterward, we had the night to our best, a "a fifty shade " kind of night. Her body was a lover's breath away from mine. Our tongues were wet with guilt. I opened my eyes and wished I never did, oh we never did. The image of the night still hunts the inner me as I watched bode leaning on his kitchen cabinet to fetch me some drinks.

Story By AKINOMOAKIN

Faraway from the earth, there we live ,just like every other human; we are mortals, we eat, we sleep, we work, we reproduce, but there's this particular thing that secern and differentiate us from the common man, which is the Time. On the phase of our hand is a long inscription of reading time. Practically, our day to day living depends on that time, unlike the humans that are ignorance of their death day, our time of death is glaring and plainly displayed on our hands, once the time runs out, we die; in respective of where we are or what we are doing at the moment our time runs off. In our world, we have no currency, we purchase cars, food, house, taxes , and everything by depositing our running time. In our world transferring of time is possible: possible for someone who have lot of time to give out to those who have few, and also possible for someone who have few to take everything from someone who have lots. In our world our time does not read immediately we are born , until we are thirty years old. after that we grow no more, and we have no change in our look or appearance.


Just like the normal world, the way we have poor and rich people, we also have billionaire amongst us, who virtually can live for a whole life time and also poor people who have nothing less than few hours more to live; because they have wasted most of their time on day to day expenses.


My ephemeral story of life in time was brutal, my time starts to read when I turned 25, my Family, we are poor but still averagely better than lot of those that roam around the street. My Dad, he was a time thief, he steals time from those who have millions and gives to those who have little on the street. My mother was a school teacher who doesn't get paid till after a month. Every morning my father will call on all of us, me, my mum and my little sister, and he'll give us some of his time probably a day or two so we can survive till he gets back. One day my dad went to rob as usual, because it's been long he gives time to people in the street. and lots are dying, dad got shot and he died. He died with our family asset (the time) in his hand. Since then we became very poor, I had to start working but still the work fetch little or no time for us to survive for long. sooner my mum was having one day left to die, and so I started giving her 24hours from my time everyday. My sister, she's not yet 25, her time is yet to start reading, thereby making it impossible for her to share. we continue living like that, give a day to my mum from my time and she pays me back after receiving her salary, but this month, my sister died ,her time started reading while she was asleep in her boyfriend place. he was reported to have stolen all of her time and elope from our time zone.


Now i have only my mum as family. On my time I have just 5yrs and two months to live. Because I have already giving most of my time to my mum. Mum was about leaving for work one morning, as usual, I have to give her some of my time. Normally I'm supposed to give her a day, but she requested for half, she told me she won't be staying out long, I did as instructed and she kissed my cheek and left. That evening, after I returned from work, I didn't meet at home, which is very unusual, I couldn't call her because I'll have to deposit an hour for a call and she have to deposit an hour to pick my calls too, mum doesn't have that much. I set out for the park immediately, when I got there, the last bus was just arriving, I went inside the bus to check for her, but she's not inside. My mum attempted boarding that bus, but that particular day, her destination was increased to 2 hours and she have 1:32minute left on her time. She had to start running. I badge out of the bus and started running towards her location, hopefully to catch her up on the run, of course I did, mum approaching from far, I increased my speed pace and sooner I was about reaching her, while she approached me, her face were filled with smile and just when I stretch out my hand to reach out for hers, she fell and died, she ran out of time.


That is how i lost my family and everything i have. The way this is happening In my family, the same way it's happening in other families who live in time. We all live to die by the sunset of the day. Anytime I hear the people of the earth saying how nice would it have been, if everyone knows the day they'll die, I'll smile and thank the almighty on their behalf, for they are lucky,and do not dwell in time like us.


This story was inspired by Justin Timberlake (the actor of IN TIME).

Story by Akin Omo Akin

My body is fine and tender, my skin as soft as that of a newly born baby, and lips so sexy that a thousand men  would fall when words escape them.I am that one perfect creation of the sixth day. A spotless and radiant body is worth beholding by all eyes that see. My body is a perfect definition of a mans fantasy, and thats the reason I exhibit my model-like figure. A hundred pictures from an angle, just to have a perfect shot. My love for photos grew to become a bad habit. I love outdoor poses, but the best are taken indoors. My lingerie is adorable, and skin tight enclasp my curves.


More poses attracts more social media pages likes, more comments and attentions all I have ever wanted. I wanted more likes than usual, so i decided to go weirder and bizarre. Pant half worn, G-strings preferably. My boobs are barely clothed, but I love them screaming out loud. Indeed it worked, but I have totally lost my innocence and it sometimes freaks me out. The advances i receive daily are numerous, but I have some that keeps my head up and my eyes stocked to the screen of my phone.

Particularly that of his, Mr Michael, he is my most admired follower on Instagram. I read most of his direct messages and I got overwhelmed by his world of fantasy with his lascivious obscene sayings. A photographer is what he called himself, he has a lot of beautiful and gleaming pictures of ladies that got me thrilled in his profile, professional looking photoshoot on modeling. He invited me over to his place and without hesitation I harkened into every lead that took me to his world.

On getting to his apartment, my expectations were daunted. I was hoping to see picture, portraits or any form of artistry but I didn't. I had the best shot of my life and I thought that was all, unknowingly it was the beginning of my mystery. It all dawned on me after our first sex of seven rounds, although I wasn't surprised, before I left home, I had prepared for the sex but not other things he did to me afterwards. He was dominant and had me submit to his sexual urge, more like him making me a character in his sexual narrative. He inject me with unknown fluids day and night, with my hands tied. I became his sex machine, courting more than 11times daily. At a certain stage he wasn't satisfied with the sex anymore he did a lot of nasty and unspeakable things with me. Days over days, weeks of solicitation, I was lost in time like a spill ashes. I was stripped of humanity "ahh iya je mi" and fordeem to beg for my freedom. My beg and plea fell deaf ears for  they, were all meaningless to him.

At exactly one month, I was injected with this particular fluid, everything went blank I had no experience of what fluid I had been injected with. I woke  up in the middle of no where with absolutely nothing to remember, I saw an envelope before me, and what I found in them were pictures of my nakedness and nasty things I have done with Michael, with an inscription boldly written on one of the photos that says thus

"You're the 44th girl that has gone through this and you're among the 24th lucky survival of this escapades good luck"

I'm only alive today because I didn't lose my breath to this sanity. Life became darkening, depressive, miserable and unworthy to live afterward for I am the architect of my calamity. Don't be like me, learn from my story.

THE NIGHT
STORY by Heritage

I wished I never met her that night. That was the night I lost my reservation to the naughty me. Things happened really fast that I was not only a victim, but a party.

It all began when I went with friends to a get-together party organised by an association in which they belong. I don't fancy parties so I never wanted to attend but they insisted that I follow them. We got to the venue at exactly 7:49pm. I was obviously a newbie to such events so my friends tried as much as possible to make me comfortable. Can I? I predicted that the night will be a mess and a waste of time, I turned out to be a clairvoyant.

I was in my nervous seat when a young lady walked up to us with a tray of Drinks. I collected mine - I no go carry last. But something was catchy. I thought I was the only one that saw it. Obviously, I wasn't.

Who saw that?

"Me!!!", all of my friends chorused while their gaze never moved from its fixture. We saw a gifted damsel. She's endowed.

I stood up and proceeded to the corner behind the room where my friends were seated. I saw the glancing beauty ahead and I adjusted my ironed but sagged top.

'Hi, I am Yemi. Can I get to know the one that has the power to restrain me from eating here tonight if she so wishes?' I said with a mischievous voice but she never noticed.

She smiled and told me that she's Arike. What a name! I told her that I would like to give her a hand in sharing the drinks. She was reluctant at first but later agreed on the condition that I would be diligent and respectful to guests. I nodded in full affirmation without thinking. Was I in my right senses? I doubt.

That night, I ran helter shelter to attend to famished guests. Some guests are created glutton. I saw that.

'Would you prefer salad on your fried rice?', that was me taking orders. Some wanted stew on it. I was like, 'OK'. I just have to be diligent. Arike wanted me to be.

While this lasted, Arike was somewhere - I didn't know, attending to some other things I guess. I don't just mind. I just want to get her sympathy and care afterwards. I am hardworking, like seriously.

Alas! Arike came out of the hidden, but holding a hand. Whose hand? I can't guess. Maybe her uncles' or brothers', I can't be so sure. My luck began to get 'waterish' when Arike came to thank me for all I have been doing for her for the past hours. She declared that I was lovely and helpful. I felt elated until she introduced the man who has being smiling while she was reciting her complement for me.

"So, Mr Yemi, meet my fiance. He is into buying and selling of fruits. He sells in a wholesale market o. By the way, I haven't introduced myself properly to you. I am an event planner. My service was needed here so I had to come and do what I am job", Arike said and smiled.
I glanced into the air. I had the 'someone should tap me' look. I can't believe my ears. I started feeling pain in my stomach. It was then that I knew I haven't eaten for the past three hours since we got there. I had served my friends more than three times. That night, I was fooled by beauty that belongs to someone else.


Heritage is an author, poet and fiction writer. He is currently a Law student at  University of Ilorin, Ilorin
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Story by WISDOM BARTHOLOMEW

 Wisdom Bartholomew
My. Dad.
He is about the fiercest person I know. There was this thing that was terrifying about him. My Dad would literally have shouted down the walls of Jericho if he was in existence with the Israelites then. I know some people will come and say that I'm exaggerating. I wouldn't blame you tho. A single experience will change your mindset. You see all that muscle Samson was flexing in the Bible by killing a lion with the jaw bone of an ass? My Father doesn't need all that effizy. Just a minute stare into the eyes of the lion and it would send it running back in fear and trembling. Yes. My dad is bad ass like that. I've had a lot of memories with him and his whip. But I'll share with you the one I'll never ever forget. Even if Amnesia looked me in the face and gave me three dirty slaps.

I just got into Ss2 then. Young, silly and in love. Yesssss. There was this fine slim Edo chic I was madly in love with then... (She'll even read this post). I swore by the moon and the stars that I would do anything for her mehn. See my life na. The love was sweet and young so I enjoyed it. I wouldn't mind not having some doughnuts then for lunch. My girlfriend had to eat before I could even think about it. Soo fam, it was the week of her birthday. A Wednesday, it was. I had started that week with nothing in my pockets at all. And it was Monday, meaning I have just two days to get the love of my life a birthday present. That same Monday, I got home from school and my Dad asked me to go withdraw 10,000 naira from the bank. He had thoroughly taught me the processes I had to go through so I saw it as no big deal. On my way to the Bank, the idiot in me began to reveal itself. Telling me I could withdraw more so I'd buy my girlfriend a befitting birthday gift. The tug of war between my heart and my brain continued for a while but my heart won eventually. Stupid heart.
I got to the bank and made a withdrawal of 12K as opposed to the initial 10K. I did that thinking my Dad wouldn't know... Not even realizing that he'd be sent a debit alert text message. So with the thought in my mind that I had won. I journeyed home cheerfully. On getting home, my Dad was already waiting for me with an explanation for the additional 2,000 naira that was debited. So I gave him a lie that I didn't know o... That maybe it was a mistake from the bank. Of course he wasn't having any of that. He promised to go to the bank the following day for clarity sake but then kicked against it and said he'd go immediately. I tried my best to make him see reasons not to go. But NOOO! I feigned sickness but he gave me the terrifying stare and almost immediately I got healed.

So we got to the bank and he asked me to point directly to the bank attendant that I made the withdrawal through. I did and we began to walk towards her. With every step that we took, I was equally just a step closer to my grave. I don't know how many times I prayed in my mind that the lord should help me see that day through. Finally, we were standing in her very before. And just as we got there, the bank attendant said, "You! You just left here not too long ago o. Is anything wrong?" And that was when I know that nothing can save me fa.

My father narrated everything to her and then she proceeded to bring out the withdrawal slips that had been filled for the day. As many as they are, my Dad sat somewhere not minding the piercing stares of the other people, he took his time and checked every one of the slip until he finally discovered my own. And there it was seen that I intentionally withdrew and additional 2K. He just packed everything up and returned it back. Told me to wait here and he'd be back soon. I swear he said it so casually that you'd think nothing was going to happen. He left and came back with a slender looking cane. I could swear that I saw my world turning black. My father flogged me from inside the the banking hall and then into the streets. I ran but he chased me. I remember how I thought I hard escaped him only to run into some guys who grabbed me and called him that I was with them. He came there and gave me the beating of my life. And then left for home. He got home and was still waiting for me. Immediately I got home, he flogged me so much that I would later break up with the girlfriend on the next day of school.
That I'm actually alive today to tell the story is beyond me. A miracle indeed. I swear even my children's children will hear this story. Nonsense and young love!

Story by VICTOR DANIEL

My memories of my mother are becoming more blurry as I grow older. But I remember certain events that touched my life so much that I still feel the reverberation even as I get older.

There was this time, I was 7 I think, I was a truant in school. I would always leave the class at free periods, wandering around the town with my friends. I was reported To her by the teacher on one occasion. My mother was the typical African mother. Her hand worked faster than her mouth and she was quite dramatic, lol. I remembered she beated me silly, but then it didn't change me. I would still sneak out of class hoping I didn't get caught. I would eventually get caught. I get reported to my mother and get beaten up by her repeatedly. So, one day she considered a different approach.

My mother was a very emotional woman. I remember seeing her cry often, sometimes when she scolded me and I cried she cried along. Especially at the point when I became her only surviving child.

So on this day I had repeated my usual offence and I was reported to her again. She took me home. On the way home I had already consoled myself to be mentally steady for the combos of slaps and wires that were going to rain on my skin. We got home and she took me inside her room; locked the door and pulled a wire. Tears already welled in her eyes and her voice was shaking when she spoke to me. She said to me:

"Victor, I'm tired of beating you. You are probably never going to change by being beaten. I don't know if I had made a mistake by the way I raised you. Maybe I have, maybe it's my fault. Take this wire, and flog me, if that is what it will take for you to change."

By the time she finished saying this, strings of tears already glided freely down her face. Then, then, mummy put the wire in my hands and pulled her blouse. Only her bra was left. "Victor, flog me, please."

That day, standing in the room alone with my mother, holding that wire and watching my mother offer her bare skin as a penance for my correction, I died multiple deaths inside of me. Guilt, shame, self resentment and pity plagued my soul. I started crying; wailing in fact. I dumped myself on the ground and cried. It was a scene to remember; mother and child, alone in the room washing the iniquities of the child with tears, that hurt more than the strokes of whips. I think I cried that day more than I did when she eventually became a butterfly.

That day, till the day she was buried, I never gave her any cause to hit me again. That day, without hitting me, I changed.

I will always love you, wherever you are.

Story by Akin Omo Akin


A great wall separated the two kingdoms in the ancient times. Firmly rooted in the earth, it stood taller than the highest mountains, sturdy and enigmatic, adorned with rare stones and extensive fortification of inexplicable strategic complexity, which made it very difficult for anyone to get over it. Some say it was built by rich merchants to belittle the wall of Jericho, others say it was planted in the ground by the gods themselves.


The people of Ulum envied those who dwelled on the other side of the wall. The flamboyant artistry and aura resonated by the wall provided hints that their distant neighbors lived in luxury.


There came a period when a very great starvation enwrapped the city of Ulum. The wise king requested that food be stored and shard all in all to maintain the kingdom. The people were uproarious ‒ most wanted to climb over the wall and seek for assistance from their richer neighbors, some were covetous and wanted to cross over and traverse to luxuriousness.

"We should get over the wall and visit the great city on the opposite side of it!" they said.

The king shook his head in dismay, daunted at the loud state of mind and naivety shown by his people. The chief persuaded him to give his people their opportunity of will so as to quell the rowdy. He inadvertently obliged, and the occupants of Ulum held him to his words, giving him zero Chance to advise them or back track. The chiefs advised them to abstain if the climb was too tough and uphill.

The people of Ulum assembled, as able bodied men prepares to climb the compelling wall. The first man attempted to climb, yet fell and died. A similar destiny likewise came upon the second man. Others were dreaded, however their resilience and enthusiasm was solid. For quite a while, week after week, different man climbed and fell. The ladies lost their spouses; kids lost their fathers, men lost their companions. Still, they moved forward and another man embraced his brother and siblings everyday before going for the climb. Expectation was dismayed, hope was daunted, spirits had died, seal was broken, yet Alabi beat the challenge to climbed. He was determined, very little was left in Ulum. His mom cried, his wife begged, his friends pleaded  for him not to go. Too bad, they said their goodbyes, and wished him good fortunes. Alabi climbed the wall with the will of a warrior. It seemed as though he would fall when he lost balance, however he was strong and held on tight.

Hours gone as the people of Ulum happily and frightfully watched Alabi move to the top. He was a hero, a champion, a lord. His triumph chuckle could be heard on both sides of the equator of the earth. Abruptly, his eyes obscured as he gazed down into the opposite side. His face turned pale as everything stopped. His hands shook, tired and afraid. There was no awesome city; there were no rich neighbors, only a heap of dead bodies half covered in the mud. Alabi scowled as it turned out to be clear to him ‒ these individuals, now decaying without end, had likewise must been attempting to get over the wall, to greener fields. They'd thought Ulum were rich neighbors, or an incredible city. They'd similarly thought Ulum had built the magnificent wall. How mistaken, they were. If only they knew,if only the people of Ulum knew. In his melancholy and grief, Alabi fell into the opposite side, and died.

"Years passed, and the people of Ulum still tried to get over the wall. Many died. Nobody knew what Alabi had seen.” Grandpa said as he finished his story. “Never judge a book by its cover

STORY by Heritage


'my mother's care is the greatest challenges of my life", Tejumola said.

It was a bright Monday morning as everyone was giving different opinion on how bright and scorching the sun was. Some guessed the day's brightness was a sign of rain likely to fall later in the day while others were of the opinion that it meant the day will be a good and fruitful one.

It was however another day of the usual for Teju, as popularly called by friends and relatives. She was kicked out of bed on that fateful day around 4:30am to engage in her daily routines.

Teju is the daughter of Mrs Olagun, who is now a widow. Teju lost her father to an accident at the tender age of nine. She is the second child among three siblings. She is a diligent, brilliant and gentle girl of 16. She is in Senior Secondary School 2(SS 2).

Being the only girl among the three children of the Olaguns, she was been made to overwork. Her siblings are not helping the matter too as they fold their arms and watch their favorites TV shows every now and then.

On that fateful Monday, she did all the stated chores of hers. On her way to the bathroom, she was caught unawares by her mother who landed a sounding electrifying slap to her amazement.

"Where are your manners? Didn't I told you to bring my food?" Mrs Olagun asked.

It now dawned on Teju that she has just being hitted right now because of her slight forgetfulness. She bursted into tears while she made her way to the kitchen to carry her Mother's food.

Teju went to school that day with a clue of sorrow. She didn't concentrate in class. Her moodiness was noticed by her seat-partner, Michael.

Michael can be said to be the only friend of Teju. He is a mischievous guy who hunts girls with his handsomeness and well built body. He has being developing an hidden emotion for Teju since their SS 1 days. He has being diligent enough not to break their friendship by his emotional approach.

Teju, having no other choice, disclosed what happened and has being happening to her. Michael was taken aback trying to comprehend what might have caused such. He had nothing to say than to calm her down and encourage her to think only of the sensation the future breeds if she persevere.

Michael being a sharp guy immediately seized that particular moment to tell Teju how his emotions is shaped. He used all the lovely words he has in him. He kept on teasing Teju with charming words.

"Are you for real? Teju said looking up this time into his widely clueless eyes. Michael nodded in confirmation. He also buttressed his point by bragging to always be available during the hard times of Teju. Teju agreed.

Michael was obviously happy at his newest jackpot. He pulled her closer to lean on him which Teju conveniently did, they are the only one in the class anyways. She had no choice than to have someone to share and count on.

Days passed, their affection persistently increases. Teju feels comfortable and relaxed to the core whenever she was with Michael. They got fond of each other to the extent that Teju is now having a reason to be happy.

"Teju seems to be always depressed" Mama Tobi said. Mama Tobi is a neighbour to the Olaguns. She had witnessed on different occasion the way Teju was being chastised. She can't keep it to herself any longer.

"Teju is my only daughter. I am helping her build a good future with her own children as a disciplined wife and a diligent mother", Mrs Olagun said. This sentences left Mama Tobi speechless but still want to convince Mrs Olagun but was met with a message-conveying look which restricted her and made her kept mute.

Teju was planning to visit her boyfriend when her younger brother, Deji accosted her with a stick. He passed by Teju without greeting her. That is not a new thing. He dramatically turned back to hit her sister with the big stick in his hand. Teju became enraged and hit the boy with great force which brought out tears from the insolent boy's eyes running down his cheek.

Mrs Olagun rushed in at the cries of her baby boy. She instantly guessed of Teju's involvement. She walked towards Teju after collecting the stick from the boy. She forcefully attempted to hit Teju which was logically dodged by Teju. Teju ran out of the house with a very high speed to Michael's house.

Michael, though was expecting her yet surprised by her approach. She narrated another episode of her Mother's care. Michael drew her closer and hugged her. Teju immediately started shedding tears on someone she trusted.

As Michael's parent were not around on that particular day, Michael caught hold of his chance to utilization. He went inside leaving poor Teju brooding over her fate when she returns back home.

Michael came out with a wrapped paper which contains something like powder. Teju asked what she should do with a powder. Michael laughed it off thereby explaining to Teju that it was not a powder but Cocaine.

"What!!! Where did you get it from? For how long has it being with you?" Teju lamented drawing back from Michael.

"Calm down. Do you think you are the only one that has problem with your parent? I get over their insults and chastisement with this. It has being keeping me strong. Try it, you won't have any cause to worry again", Michael explained.

Teju, now confused, kept mute for a while. Suddenly, she opened up and requested for little. She inhaled it and was feeling hot. She wanted to stop but her hand was seized by Michael to show her that he was there for her. After five minutes of inhaling, she lost control of herself. She was out of the planet.

Michael noticed this, he started cuddling and fondling her which triggered her sensation. He kissed her and after fifteen minutes took advantage of her. He had sex with her thereby breaking her virtue. Teju regained her consciousness after three hours, the deed had been done.

Teju was deep in thoughts on her way home. Moving from one depression to another. She lost her virginity because of her mother's claim to care.

After two days, Michael apologised to her and tried convincing her of taking Cocaine to ease her discomfort. Poor Teju agreed. Michael promised to take her to where it was being sold at a cheaper price.

Teju is now getting on her mother's nerve as she now inhales Cocaine at freewill. Her mother kept beating and treating her as she used to.

Teju visited her vendor on a particular day. She had not spent up to ten minutes when National Drug Law Enforcement Agents barged in on them. They were arrested instantly.

Mrs Olagun was shocked, depressed and curious about what had led her daughter into drugs. Everyone in the community blamed her for her daughter's misfortune. Mama Tobi also had the courage to continue to relay her reservations from last time's argument which ensued between her and Mrs Salako.

Teju was taken to a Juvenile home where she would spend three free years because she was still a minor at the time of her arrest. She lived her life writing about the assault committed against female children either by parents and guardians.

She is now out of Prison with children of her own. She had two girls, one boy.

"This was how I grew up with damaging hatred called 'care' by my mother. My mother got it wrong with how she handles a female child. Female children are much more critical and prone to danger than male children. She could have protected me from being disflowered at that tender age of 17, had it been she made me comfortable around her. I got inspired to be an Activist against Female genital abuse to mitigate or destroy the barbaric care in our society", Teju said to her children.

Teju visits her mother's grave once in three months. Teju's foundation for humanity is growing.

Heritage is an author, poet and fiction writer. He is currently studying Law at University of Ilorin.(better by far)
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"At the point when the cassava-flour vender lost all her cassava-flour to the twist, out of sharpness she heaved curses at the wind. She never realized that the wind had utilized that cassava-flour to fill and fix the gap underneath the kayak her lone child is going over. In the event that she knew, she would have favored the twist for not giving her a chance to lose her lone child to the ocean. Each failure is a gift."  These are the expressions of my mom and I never comprehended the significance.

One night, the town-messenger passed a message from the king that each being ought to remain in before its darken. It was said that the traditional priest's will walk thorough the night taking penances and sacrifice   to each intersection where three ways meet in order to appease the spirit of the land. As the day approaches it dim, everybody rushed home. On my way home, two travellers approach me and requesting that I help them safe for the night in my house. Out of good heart and no profound idea, I gave them a space to pass the night. The obscurity ruled for quite a while and it resembled the night will never give the earth a chance to free from its hold. The morning came as regular and I ascended with the brilliant sun to check on the travellers however shockingly, they were gone. Not only that, they Run with my resources and all the cash I had put together for my adventure to the city; in an excursion with my friends, in a quest to change our lives for good. These traveling criminals stole that open chance from me. My associates headed out to the city and left me to appreciate this sharp taste of disappointment and each drop of palm-wine that stream down my throat. The calabash turned into the nearest thing to my mouth; nearer than the words I talk.

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Early today, I woke up with the sun all over and my entire body overpowered with hurt. At the point when the uncoordinated but excellent chirps of the morning birds are gone, then I realize that the sun has far woken up before me. Where do I begin from? I was wounded far from the warmth of the sun just for the unappealing odor of palm-wine to hit my face. I hacked and moaned. Despondency is mine to drink, and I should drink myself into a daze. Presently I know the sky is as vacant as a crate of water. There are no gods and if there truly are, they are as inert as their dolls on earth. I got off the bed, "god kor god ni" I murmured.

I looked through my window and saw a vehicle drive in and stop some separation away. At that point, individuals rushed to it with shouts and tears. I hurried out to the scene and the ghastliness before me stopped my breath. I saw my very own friend of and other traveling villagers. They said they ran into a trailer on their way to the city four days prior. "I should've been one of them" I thought – a suspected that left me puzzled and frosty for a considerable worth of time.

Presently I comprehend the expressions of my mom. "At the point when the travellers he helped stole all his cash, he was not able go to the city with his friend. He reviled the divine beings and subjected himself to lose hope. He never realized that explorers stole from him a trip that could prompt his death. On the off chance that he knew, he would've favored the travellers and even give them more than they've stolen. My children, everything happens for a reason." These are my words to my kids now.

The thing is that, sometimes we didn’t even know what pissed my dad off. It always looked as if we were walking on eggshells throughout our childhood. Sometimes we would see him coming home and we would immediately stop whatever it was we were doing. I mean whatever we were doing. If we were playing outside we would run inside. If we were playing inside and saw him coming from one of the windows we would stop playing and sit down quietly. We didn’t get flogged for stealing or fighting each other or whatnot because we were getting flogged for things less than that like standing outside when he came in or losing a leg of slipper.

The process was always the same. Maybe we would be playing ‘castle’ in the parlour or watching cartoons. Then suddenly we would hear his keys in the lock. He always came home by 5 o’clock, an hour earlier than our mom and then leave again as soon as she returned. He would have heard the noise from the television before coming in or we wouldn’t have time to rearrange the sofas before he unlocked the door and came into the parlour. He would stare at us with blazing eyes, like we had stolen the Holy Grail itself, and then the shouting would begin. He would bellow and roar and we would be left trembling in our shorts, hoping he wouldn’t go for Mister Koboko. Sometimes he would but sometimes he wouldn’t.

On occasion however, we would do something that we knew would warrant a beating. Like falling over and breaking a vase or tipping over a bottle of wine from the bar or being outside, even if it was the backyard, when he came in. Then we would wait in the parlour, filled with dread and trepidation until he bellowed out the culprit’s name, summoning the person to his room.

Mr. Koboko was a well made horsewhip which our dad kept hanging from a nail behind his door. It was made of twisted leather with a thick head that had a hole in the middle and a twisted body that tapered down to the hard tip at the end. He would call the victim in and ask if you had eaten. That usually wasn’t a good sign of things to come as he was inadvertently asking if you were strong enough to take the beating. He would warn you that if you dodged a stroke it would be replaced by another one. Then he would choose whether to flog you on your hands or buttocks and then depending on which was chosen he would use the head or tail of the whip. And then the flogging would begin.

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The pain as I remember it was excruciating but it was better to bear it. If you moved around you only elicited further anger and more haphazard flogging from him. So we stayed still. We learned not to run from the whip. We were allowed to cry and we would scream our heart out but we dared not move from the spot. After it was over he would send us to our room to remain incommunicado from everyone else in the house till further notice.

Did this punishment help me and my siblings? I honestly can’t say yes to that. We grew up timid and terrified of authority. It took a number of years in the university and away from home to get over the emotional scars of this treatment. And I hope never to behave in such a way to my own kids.

They were the popular ones.  The ones with all the latest designer clothing and buzz, the ones you’d find in every notable party on campus and the ones Ella wanted to belong with so desperately. Ella was a first year student of the University of lagos, Nigeria. You would think she would be more focused on getting her grades right especially as her parents were really struggling to put her through college. All she wanted for now was to be good friends with those popular girls. Everything else would fix itself later.

   It was the second semester. Ella had made sure to get herself clothes worthy enough to get her noticed by Benita and the other popular girls. This was despite protests from her mother about the cost. The party of the year was coming soon and Ella would not rest until she got an invite. Soon enough she got noticed, got herself closer to Benita’s clique and started doing almost everything with them. She got an invite to the party of the year and all was well in the world.

   Her friendship with the popular clique was blossoming. They would go to all sorts of parties and events together, get drunk and sleep with various men, usually of relevant status in society. Ella usually did everything with them except sleep with these men. She was from a religious home and her desire to belong with these girls hadn’t totally clouded her judgment from seeing that Benita and her friends were in all sense of the word, wayward. They had noticed Ella was a bit different and had started pressuring her to join in, adding that sleeping with the men was fun and it was the only way they could afford all the expensive clothing and reckless spending they got involved in. Ella was at the verge of losing her friendship with these girls and she did not want that. Day after day passed and the pressure only increased. Despite it all, Ella did not give in. This secretly angered Benita and the other girls because they had been spending money on her with the hopes of getting it back when Ella starts sleeping with relevant men too. They were not going to let it go and were thinking of ways to get their money back.






   The big party night Ella was so eager to attend was drawing closer. It was the birthday party of the richest and most influential student in school. All sorts of celebrity guests were going to be in attendance. Important dignitaries from all over the country were also going to be gracing the event, and of course, she was going to be seen with the best girls in school. Nothing could be better. Ella had been preparing for this party since school resumed the second semester and she was ready.  Meanwhile, Benita and her girls were plotting against Ella. They knew how bad Ella wanted to go to this party and they were going to use that against her. They planned to set her up to be raped and the party was the easiest place to get it done.

     The party night was here. As planned according to Ella’s knowledge, they were all supposed to go together so it came as a little shock to her when Benita called her and asked her to meet them halfway.  Unknown to her, the hoodlums that were to do the nasty act had been positioned close to the party venue just waiting for her. She didn’t have a car of her own unlike the other girls so she had to take public transport.  The cab she took broke down on the way and they all had to come down while the driver tried fixing it. By this time, Ella knew she was going to be really late for the party. She decided to get another cab. After succeeding in getting one, she reached for her purse to pay, only to find out it had been picked. The purse contained all her money and her phone. She was stranded and confused. By this time, the guys had grown too impatient and left. Ella, after standing for hours in the dark, was lucky enough to get a free lift back home.

   Ella missed the party and was very sad about it but, unknown to her, she was saved from a disastrous act. She was thinking about ways to explain to Benita and the other girls why she couldn’t make it but the girls were nowhere to be found. After several inquiries, she found out that they had gotten arrested on the night of the party for the possession of hard drugs. This was when Ella realized how lucky she was for not being able to go with them to the party, also just how lucky she was to have been robbed of her money and phone. Reflecting on everything that had happened, she could only come to a conclusion which was that; everything happens for a reason


Not everyone would have such opportunity which is why you have to abject from emulation and your wannabe attitude, save yourself , save your pride

Story by Akin Omo Akin

You're discorded, strife, and dissented, but you want to remain loyal to him, him whom you just dropped his call few minutes ago. To you he is your man, your love and everything,you wish he is always with you but the distance between you two is as far as 1000km. He schools at Uniabuja But you're in Covenant university  a school where 90% of student comes from a rich home. You are in the midst of well built,rich and handsome looking guys, sometimes you feel like being romantically cruised with them and have fun still you didn't because you don't want to cheat on him. Your urge got increased and you started having series of thoughts,you can picture him cheating on you where he is even though you're not sure and just while you are having all of these rational thinking's You met this guy this cute looking dude,tall and well formed, he's very funny and caring,you feel like you're in heaven every time he is around you, he takes you out very often. You already know where all of that would lead,but again you believe you're strong enough to resist yourself from him,strong enough to keep him as just friend and nothing more, strong enough to keep him with you all the time and not loving him one bit because you love your boyfriend alot and you ain't never going to cheat on him. Your thoughts were true and real he asked you out, you said NO, but partially you're emotionally attached to him and you can't afford losing him,(you can't have him and you also cant let go of him) you decided to explain to him that you're having a boyfriend he said Fine and you feel happy about it thinking he's very understanding. He asked to be your bestie and you gladly accept because you really like him
Your relationship is gradually fading out. You get into fight with your boyfriend over the phone almost every time he calls, you no longer call him either, the relationship is just like that but one thing is you still love him very much. this new guy is very kind he's always available when you need him and when u don't. anytime you go out with him you tell your boyfriend about it because it is harmless friendship,you feel he wouldn't be jealous, yes true he wasn't not until you tell him about going out with the guy too often than he wished to know about,feels like he's losing you so you no longer tell him anything when the new guy takes you out and the relationship is just getting worse and poor daily


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    On one of these outings the new guy kiss you, you told him never to try such again, when you get home you couldn't sleep you love the kiss, it was sweet but you hate the fact that you love it (body no be rock now)🤗 you re already attracted to him and anytime he's with you, you feel like having him all. He invites you to his apartment and you re both watching a romantic movie when you feel his hand wrapped around your shoulder ,he pulled you closer and look into your eye this time he has caught you completely you hold him and you both started kissing you want to stop and tell him you have a boyfriend but you're feeling the sensation and stopping him seems completely  impossible, before you could open your eye youre completely stripped off Sooner you allowed him slide through your honey pot which you swore to your boyfriend that only him will be allowed in. The sex was sweet and interesting you loved it because your boyfriend has created a urge in you  that needed to be filled.
      Not long after the incidence the new guy stopped being consistent, he's almost not available again, he stopped being funny gradually till he fade off your life and become one of your pasts. Just then you remember your boyfriend, you called him and told him how you really missed him and how you have been faithful to him despite his absence.
  Being in love doesn't stops anyone from cheating and distance relationship is a menace to true love.

By Adetokunbo Ajenifuja

“Benita. When I close my eyes, you are all I see, not darkness. That’s why I call you the light of my life, the light that banished the shadows of my soul. I want you. I really do.”

His voice was silky yet so keen, stealing into her chest for the treasure therein. Speechless, she tilted her head, shuffling her feet on the grass.

The wind teased its sweep, the tree its dance, its foliage pressing upon the teenagers, low enough as if to hearken their words.

“Please, say something.” Kenneth was losing his patience.



“I’ve told you times without number that I don’t feel the same!” She blurted with a blank face, “We can still remain best of friends!”

He regarded her with an I-don’t-expect-nothing-less kind of look. It’s been six months since he started confessing his love to her. There is no gambling worse than wooing a woman, said his late grandfather. You’re not likely to win at the first, second or third trial. But never relent. Never. Alas, you might never win at all and lose to gamblers with good fortune. Kenneth could attest to that now, how much of a loser he’d become.

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“What else do you have to say?” She snapped, picked up her iron pail, and left for the stream. He stared at her. She seemed a suitable model, proud, as fierce as the swing of her wide hips.
BENITA

I was at the stream, feeling sorry for my reaction to Kenneth, my secret lover. My friends were just approaching, four of them. I’d told them about Kenneth, my church member, but none of them had met him. He was now in the company of three boys near the stream, under the mango tree.

“That’s him,” I whispered to my friends, The tallest among them, the one with fair skin.”

“You mean that cute one with…” one was gesticulating to emphasize on Kenneth’s bulky frame.

“Yeah,” I affirmed.

“Oh my God!” Somebody exclaimed.

“No tell me sey you never gree o,”

“I haven’t jor.” I told them.

“But your shakara too much sha.”

“What if he doesn’t ask again?”

“Well, it doesn’t matter. I’ve bought the love card I’m going to present to him, as a surprise. I will meet him in church tomorrow.”

***

“On the following day, Kenneth didn’t come to church, so I…..”

“Grandma, but you eventually presented the card to him right?” I’m interrupted by the most inquisitive of my four granddaughters, all seated on the sofa before me.

“What year was that?” That’s the youngest of them, a girl of eighteen.

“…around ’56, my daughter. As I was saying, I headed for his house, the love card in my Bible. On getting there, I met a crowd of people, his mother weeping at the verandah, his father stamping his feet. They said Kenneth died overnight, from severe stomach ache. I broke down in tears, my Bible fell. Staring at the card, I hated myself, cursed myself. I placed the card on his grave, kneeling there, crying, willing Kenneth to hear my love confession, but it is too late.”

“Too sad.”

“Touching.”

“Eeeyah.”

“A super story…”



“Thank you, my children. I’m not asking you to make yourself too available to men. Women are supposed to be
treasures, something expensive. Yet if you love somebody, don’t take too long to show it, because you never know when you might lose them.”

  Poor uncle, I bleed and pity for  him even though I didn't want to, why? Because despite how successful he is in his early life, his past hunted him to  pulp, he dragged all of this problem into his life by himself courting a "carrier" of genotype with SS during his tertiary education when he himself is "AS" he got  overwhelmed by the stupid word called love and the love is come to the future hunting him just the way American hunted Osama bin ladin. The mother- his wife Died two years after the baby boy was delivered. After spending half of his early life wealth treating sickle cell now its passed down to his only son. He started nursing the boy in hospital just like he has been doing with his mother till she passed away. How could he be so naive? Well I might sounds wicked but I'm not , he knew the right way but still tended to obliged to wrong part of life, he knew his genotype and also the implications of marrying someone of his type talkless of those below his type.

     I see the fear in the little boy's eyes and he finally said something ? I know I'm putting my dad in lot of unspeakeable ptobl but I don't Even want to get sick, I mean ever get sick again. Tear rolled down the 14yrs old boy eyes and I shut him up,i told him its not his fault. The boy was so brave and brilliant that he even explained what must have made him have such genotype. He looks so frustrated, uttering different kind of thing, he even said HIV would have been better although those two are incurable but when someone with HIV uses their drugs the way it's prescribed they don't suffer pain like him, him who get sicked every week, I'm still going to die,i know, I pray God just make it faster, at this point my mind came back to normal and I came out of cognitive thoughts. I was out of words and I couldn't even impel or convince him. I'm sad to tell y'all that the young dude die two weeks later.

  Love is sweet, best of emotions, most enjoyable pleasure of life but also the most destructive. when it is not properly handled in cases like this he does nothing else than ruining a bright future, condom would have prevented the whole of this miseries that has completely broken his future. Current youth of today don't care about what genotypes or blood group they only use condom to prevent pregnancy. Learn from other stories and don't even try making the same mistake they've made. You wanna go flesh flesh and you ain't afraid of the outcome ? Ask her genotype!!Or better still preclude and obviate yourself from pre-marital sex.
Safe her family and your family
Safe your unborn child
Safe your future.

I have lived half of my undivided life wallowing and luxuriating in ignorance of Lagos being the most beautiful city in Nigeria. Practically I have been to almost all the cities revolving around the sod but I still haven't stumbled upon a beautiful city like Ikeja. I have couple of brother who studies at some universities in kwara state, every time they return home from holiday break, they expatiate and descant, fantasizing on how blisteringly beautiful the city of ilorin is. I'll sit quietly like a bullied child ,staring at their mouths as they uncloak the interesting characteristics of the city of which could convince anyone to live the rest of their life in ilorin. Poor me I got overwhelmed and I started thinking of traveling there, just to go have a look and see the beautiful city that could stand really sturdy, competing with the city of lagos. I had no way of persuading my parent as we have no family in the city I could pay visit, I know one day my dream shall come to pass.


I finally graduated from secondary school and the next thing was jamb,university and all, my parent wanted me to attend you unilag I'd have loved to attend unilag too of course, But it was like a big opportunity of fulfilling my dream , oh No mum I prefer Unilorin have you heard about the school ? They have retained unshakable and stable  academic stability calendar since the last 39 years!! How do you know? She asked me ? Haha I have seen it a couple of time in punch news paper and online as well? My mum is the hardest person in my life who seemed almost impossible and very difficult to induce, she wouldn't allow me uphold my decision so I have to prevail her much more, mum beside that they give out tablet to aid the studies of their students,you won't be lavishing your cash on handouts?, as you wish Son!!! . finally dream coming true!! I chose the school not because of the tablet or academic stability but just to fulfil my dream and and killed my anxiousness and curiosity of visiting the city. It was time for post-utme and all aspirant are to travel down to the campus for the exam definitely I'm going to travel as well. I packed few things and called my brothers to tell them I'd becoming to ilorin. I headed to park afterward and we set off from oshodi.
     

    Here we come the entrance of the city, I saw the tiled road illustriously beautified with Candescent asphalt appearing all black like the road in future new York I was so surprised,the car moving at extensive pace with so much comfort , its being 30minute since we entered the city I haven't stumbled on the next passenger beside me,there was no gallops or natural bumps, I looked through the window to have a glimpse of how beautiful the city sides are they were beyond my expectation,unlike Lagos where hold ups slows down the solace of travellers, there wasnt any till we got to the bus stop. We got to the bus stop and everyone highlighted including me , I saw a lot of sign board arranged at the inverse of the roadside, I stared at it for a while and I noticed that the image of the ex governor was twice the size of the current ? I was confused. which supposed to be bigger?I asked myself, like fashola barely appears on Ambode campaign postal infact he has never appeared not in any of those have seen before, Excuse me Sir? Who is the governor ? Saraki or mai gida the bike man answered me humbly "mai gida ni fa, ama  baba ni saraki"   of "course mai gida but saraki is the godfather" I was so amazed and wowed, imagining how respectful the citizen of the beautiful city of Ilorin are, to have accord more respect to their godfather than the state governor.

We got to challenge, the city center it was so beautiful, unlike Ikeja city that has a big vision coverage along roadside,which is basically use for products and movies advertisement, challenge is filled with shops and bridges, appearing even  final than third mainland's, this place is cute, indeed very beautiful!!!!!!!!!! I concluded. The governor house was like aso rock beautifully shining on white paint.the shop rite was a bomb (the best have ever seen so far) this city is great.


I got to my brother hostel a beautiful self contained apartment, painted in grey and harsh colors. It was like I'm home , I have stayed from 2pm and it was 8pm, I was expecting them have taken off the electricity but they didn't bro do you have stable light in here (ahhh oke odo? They don't take light in here even if they do it barely take an hour before bringing it back) wow indeed this place is beautiful. I wanted to call and browse with my phone ? A 4g network appeared!! Oh my God bro? You've got 4g LTE in here the browsing is damn way too fast (ah you'll enjoy your stay down here at oke  odo more like a small Paris in here) surprising!!! Very nice, I said to myself.

It was around 11pm my brother ask if I will follow him to school for night class,I nodded in agreement and we took off it was almost 11pm and I still see ladies moving about ? Aren't there bad boys in here? Don't they snatch purse in here or rape these girls ? He answered ? ( ahh oke odo ? No this place is very peaceful infact the city entirely ) unlike unilag campus area where bariga boys usually raid and rape the girls in the night ilorin is so Pacific I said in my mind again.

It was 11am in the morning ,I was waiting to see the sun rise but it didn't? Haha it dry season bro wouldn't there be sun? Its very cool in here kid bro we don't have scotching sun Unlike lag? Sun usually comes out before 9am I waited till 1pm and the sun was just like those of which rises sometimes after rainfall, so cool that anybody could walk about peacefully without any iota of discomfort innit.

I'm sorry to disappoint you
I'm sorry for being ironic
But it'd have been much finery and regalia only if all of these weren't opposite (IRONY)

I was born clumsy, and reckless, and restless. I had been destined by fate to never do things the cool way. I never did anything the normal human way. I did nothing easier than fucking things up, but somehow it always fell in place at the end.

A perfect date goes in this same reoccurring sequence: Boy takes girl to a fancy dinner dressed in his shiniest tuxedo while he speaks softly, like whispers of sweet music to his companion's ears while she sits opposite him smiling through the night. He pays the bills and leads her to his car, be the gentleman to hold the door open for her while she enters his expensive ride, drives her to the balcony of her house. At the end of the night she blesses him with a kiss that sparks the relationship.

Our date was a hundred-foot pole off what a perfect date was. You see, a guy always has to get to the place first, and then wait for the usually late girl to join him. It's like a divine law of some sort.

I broke this law.

By the time I got to the Porsche garden restaurant of the Lekki Gateway Hotel, she was already there waiting for me. That would have been the most embarrassing situation if she hadn't mistaken me for a waiter when she saw me based on how I was dressed. While I donned a grey T-shirt and a pair of fared blue Jeans, she was dressed like she was attending a cocktail party.

The orders were even more embarrassing.

After staring blankly into the menu for almost half an hour— searching for a food that was actually familiar — I ended up settling for just a bottle of water. I can't order what I don't know how to eat. While she sat there like a queen graciously picking her grains with a blunt knife and a fork by gullet only swallowed the harmless liquid.

I knew the devil finally won when it was time to settle the bill and the waiter announced our expenses- It was twice the amount I had in my wallet. Just before the situation got lousy and humiliating, she went into her purse, pulled out a wand of crisp notes and paid the bills. We both walked out of the place, the very torturous silence that enveloped us was grave enough to smother me.  We parted ways mumbling barely audible goodnights too ourselves. I went back home that day certain- and glad- that I would never hear from her again.

Home.

I dump myself in bed. My phone bleeps. Message pops. I open it. The words in the text flashes through me, illuminating the darkest corners of my heart. It reads-

"It was just a bad date. I wasn't there for the food, I was there to see the real you. I did, and I fell in love with it. Call me, I love you. Xoxo. Adeshewa 🤗🤗🤗

 So if she will love you she'll love you,not all the girls want the money,minority wishes to know the real kind of person they are about to fall in love with
So don't attempt spending all your pocket money to impress any girl🤗 the thing is if she will love you even if youre as broke as a renowned pauper she surely will.

   So because I was really shocked when I got her call I couldn't pick it the first time.so I watched my phone ring till it stopped, i dropped the phone beside me to  reckon on  the call and how damned and disappointed I'd be if she ever say NO to me. I'm not punishing her,I'm punishing myself, drowned in my own grieve and fret because I was so in love with her,while all of these advisements is running through my mind,my phone rings the second time it was the same girl, the same girl I'm in love with, the same girl that changed my life withing couple of days, I was thinking of what to say again when the phone stopped ringing, this time again I have slipped off hearing her out maybe she'd tell me *No or Yes*. I feel like I'm a coward It seriously eaten me up, blaming myself that I'm not even man enough to speak with a girl of my peer group just because I'm in love with her ? I'd want to call her back but I still couldn't so I had no other option than lying on my bed and think it all over trust me all that came into my head is not something very meaningful to face a negative answer from her
    That night I couldn't sleep, I woke up and stumbled upon a text the following morning  it was hers, the girl. I couldn't open it I was too afraid to ? What if she says No would I ever feel like this for anyone again? I doubt it. i dressed up and moved down to the park, it's a long que, oh damn not again this morning (I said to myself) after fighting and haggling  to enter a bus to sch I finally succeeded in our school marcopolo,its overfilled already so I was pressed in one of these corners standing like figure one well I managed to make it comfortable even though it wasn't, we got to school and while I was coming down from the school bus? I saw her coming from the normal campus shuttle park she look at me, i lowered my gaze I couldn't look up , this time I'd be completely dreadful with my thought.
   I was completely shattered and depressed, emotional and fervid.the class that day went so horrible and terrific for me. Not for some other reasons than me thinking about how she must have felt after seeing me coming down from marcopolo, she looks like she's from a rich family but look at me entering a #20 bus, would she be thinking I'm too broke to afford the normal campus shuttle, what would she think of me ? What impression would she have about me  ? Was all in my mind when a close girlfriend  of mine came to me to cheer me up, she must have noticed I'm moody, so we got talking, she succeeded in cheering me up and that makes me feel very better and comfortable she asked me what the problem is but I couldn't tell her ,because I'm running away from reality ,I have seen her with the girl I love before and I strongly believe that they are both friends, what if she's having a crush on me or something? That would be suicidal for me to tell her about being madly in love with her friend so I kept mute and told her its nothing. we stood up from one of these seats in the walkway and headed for the park,on our way i saw her again, like why im i seeing her everywhere? I left that question for my instinct to answer besides my hand was on the other girl shoulder the kind of look she gave me was so off my expectation she said hello to the girl and walk past us, I pretended like nothing happened but deep down I know she was burning inside of her.
         I got home thinking again, felt like cursing myself this time around. Akin youve messed up all of these already two bad impressions in one day? What will she think of me? A gilt? A playboy or a manhoe? Broke ass nigga, oh my God I shouldn't have gone for lecture today, I haven't say the last word when my phone rang out. Oh it was her it was the girl this time I'm so confused and afraid that I couldn't even think straight either to avoid the phone call or face whatever she has to say I picked her call finally and
What did we talk about? You'll find out soon.