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When they got to Asokoro, Tony directed Olinlin until they stopped behind a big mansion; he gave Olinlin his suit jacket with his tie and shades “wear this” he said “Oga which place be this?” “na Asokoro” Tony’s answer was an invitation for him to obey without questions.

Where did you learn that from?” Biola asked with a shy smile “telemundo” he replied as they moved from side to side with his hand on her waist “are you serious?” she asked with surprise and he nodded with mischief in his eyes

You know what? I don’t need to get to that in a minute; I chose white because that colour represents happiness. I know I know you are probably disputing me thinking that the colour that represents happiness is yellow… well not to Asari.

The policeman helped him pick up the phone “oh it’s my father that is calling… he is probably worried about me” Tony played the sympathy card well, making sure that the policeman got a good view of his broken arm in a cast.

“At first, I thought it was to organize another interview with me, which would have been awesome but he just asked me about work and that was it… it felt like he wanted to ask me something but couldn’t bring himself to do so” but Biola knew what he wanted to ask her.

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.