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So, does that mean that I am the problem? I didn’t ask those guys to want me but they did and literally did not want to leave me alone. Every time I thought it was over, one of them would show up again with drama.

The debtor walked in and it was the town’s brute. Head of the agberos and king of ‘boys’, Capone was the devil in flesh. Ochanya could not imagine being the wife of the man who had ruined the lives of most girls in the community, but she had no choice.

I chose Duo as our meeting place because I hadn’t been there in a while plus I missed their shrimp. Max was already there before I arrived; it was nice seeing him again after all that drama but the gods of drama were not done with me yet because Tobe walked in. When I saw him, I thought that he was going to walk past us but he walked straight to our table; his eyes on Max. Max noticed Tobe looking at him as he was going to kill him so he asked “can I help you?” and Tobe was like “yes you can, you can tell me what you are doing with my girlfriend”.

“Tell me you don’t love me anymore!!! Say it Greg!!! Say it to my face!!! Look into my eyes and tell me everything we had was a lie!” Biola screamed at the top of her lungs, Greg looked at her with the same cold look he had on the last time she saw him

“I’m going to kill him! I’m going to kill him and everyone he loves” Isaac was furious; he couldn’t believe what Gina had just confessed to him. He headed towards the door but she stopped him. They were in a hospital room where she had just had a hysterectomy; a surgery to remove her uterus because of complications from a miscarriage.

As naked as a newborn, she was lying flat on the sofa with her legs flung widely apart like the surreal gate of hell—the one he heard his pastor preach about the previous week—the one that all sinners will enter through. He was too confused. It’s been a while he had it. The last time was four years ago, and it was with Sandra, his last university girlfriend. He loved her deeply but she broke his heart. It happened just as he was about to leave Lagos for the northern city of Kano to answer the clarion call of the voluntary National Youth Service Corps. She went on to marry a man, fifteen years older than her.

I took a minute to catch my breath and wrap my head around what had happened but just as I turned to walk back to the theater there he was. Tobe. He had seen everything that happened.

The next time he walked into the area, he came in with three scary-looking boys. Ugwu was ready to take out his obstacle and its carrier. He wasn’t going to allow anything to get in the way of his admission; the first one after writing JAMB for eight years.

The creek had mangrove swamps vegetation either side of the water with a very small hut afar. A bad thought then came to my mind. What if they have all planned to kidnap me, a serving corps member, government property. As soon as we got out of the creek, I was relieved. I quickly checked my stopwatch; it read 5:53 pm.

“Nothing is wrong with you. You are perfect” he looked into my eyes and kissed me; a kiss that took the wind from under me. If I was standing I think my knees would have given me way to fall to the ground. The kiss was so mesmerizing that we couldn’t talk after. We just sat there in silence basking in each other’s presence.

Her eyes begged him for mercy but he had none to give, so her heart prayed hard to the God that she came there to find but there was no answer. She was left to fight a losing battle. A battle that left her violated and debased, feeling worthless and mortified because of the decision she made that morning to go to church.

I watched a cartoon called Rango, the main character there is a chameleon. It is a parody of the Nigerian condition complete with Buhari, Burutai, Lai , and stupid citizens.

People say that when you have a good number of suitors, it makes you feel attractive. I get a lot of attention from men and sometimes women and at the moment I have three guys fighting for my attention but I do not feel attractive, or confidence. Do you want to know what I feel? Confusion and lack of confidence, I am starting to realize that I feel the most sexy or attractive when I am confident in the decisions that I make; which is not the case at the moment.