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Maybe all the stressful back and forth I went through with Abdul has got me thinking that love is supposed to hard; asides what I went through with Abdul, when you look at life, the society, songs, and even movies… we are all told that love is hard which is hard because after telling us that love is hard; we are then told that a life without love is incomplete which is funny as hell.

Nna enh, na now e get the memo to move. So now wey everybody don commot from PDP go APC because na them be the winning party; by the time PDP win election again and dem put person for presidential seat, dem go deflect again?

Mrs. Adamu was back in her home town, she spent much more time with her mother ever since Salim’s death and Amin didn’t see any reason to visit; so Biola knew that she was going to be alone for a while. As the day went by, she struggled with tears and the sadness of losing Father Samson in such a horrific manner but she never let herself cry; it made her feel weak and weakness was not something she could handle well.

Tony was half way to the car when he realized that Olinlin was neither walking beside nor behind him, so he turned back and saw Olinlin still standing where he left him. He waived his hands at him but he didn’t move “move your feet young man” he mouthed but Olinlin still didn’t move an inch.

I didn’t reply the message, not replying his message would send a strong message to him that I am not interested and then he would finally get the message that I am not interested but that was not the case; instead, he called me.

At a point he did feet like he was going mad and just as he couldn’t stop thinking about Biola, was the way he could not shake the guilt that sat deep in his conscience tormenting him. “Run away with me, let’s run away… leave everything and go” Father Samson proposed, they were in Biola’s apartment, he was ready to give everything up for Biola and so was she.

“Olinlin, you remember the man wey I been dey point for reception downstairs?” “Yes, before you faint. The wan wey you talk say wan kill you” Tony nodded sharply “na em be dey drive the car wey jam me” “Chineke meh! E mean say true true en wan kill you” “yes”.

“There is nothing wrong with them calling you to tell you that you didn’t get the job, I just thought that they usually send an email for such” “damn it!” I thought. My mother was absolutely right… companies usually send a rejection email, like if they employed one person out of five hundred applicants; I don’t think they have the time to call four hundred and ninety-nine people just to tell them that they did not get the job. Oh well, there was no backing down now; I had to stick to the story I had told my mother.

Tony sipped out of the water bottle, covered it, put it on the table and laid on the bed; he closed his eyes and prayed that when he opened them, the day would be a dream but Olinlin’s voice didn’t even let him fantasize properly. He opened his eyes and turned to Olinlin

The Rev. Father had a feeling that she would go to the altar of the church to pray the rosary; and even though he knew it was not right for him to trace this voice he let his feelings take control and followed them to the altar of the church.

This past week, I just wanted to leave the house for change and not be left at home by everyone go out to do something with their lives. I wanted them (my mother) to stop coming to my room every morning on her way to work to “check” on me and ask me fifty billion times if everything was okay with me.