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Nigeria's leading fictional story blog - a freshly shaved face, a neat tampered haircut, the excitement she felt, civil enough to always smile and exchange pleasantries, my mother, and moved to Abuja after that academic term, she died of high blood pressure, extreme left of the cafeteria.

The next day she saw kelvin in class and her heart skipped a beat. He had a neat tapered haircut with a freshly shaved face. His perfume circulated the entire class and its sweet fragrance caressed her senses. “Hi Sarah,” kelvin’s voice jolted her back to reality. She didn’t realize he had walked to her side while she was busy daydreaming about them holding hands at Idia car park. “Hel…looo,” she stammered. “We are team mates for the language class presentation,” “Oh, that’s true,” she pretended not to be both surprised and pleased at the same time. The class had been divided into teams of two people and miraculously her crush was her teammate. “Could we meet up this evening to talk about it,” he asked. She really hoped her “Oh! Sure!” did not give away the excitement she felt. They exchanged contact details and later settled in for the day’s lectures.

She couldn’t stop thinking about how sweet his voice sounded when he was standing just inches away from her. She wondered if he will ever find her appealing or even think of going out with her. “Kelvin would probably stick with his class; the rich spoilt brats in her class,” she thought. Oddly, he never really mingled with them but was civil enough to always smile and exchange pleasantries with them. She walked to the far end of the library after her lectures and brought out the journal. She rested her head on the table and continued from where she left off.

Entry 3
My mother constantly complained about how much I have changed. I knew my grades dropped in all subjects except chemistry which wasn’t surprising but I wasn’t even bothered. She reported to aunt Suzan who promised to talk to me. When she called, she told me how much she missed me and really wanted me to stay with her permanently till I gained admission into the university. I was pleased with the suggestion and told her to make all the arrangements with my mom. My mom objected but only agreed when my step father convinced her it was for the best. Deep down I sensed my step father was trying to get rid of me because of my mother’s divided attention. With me gone, he would get the undivided love, care and attention of my mother. I left my mother’s house and moved to Abuja after that academic term.

Mrs Abila was very sad when I told her I was relocating permanently. She had grown to love the intimacy we shared so much that she cried when we made love that day. I never saw her again after that day. I heard she resigned from work and moved to another town. Maybe she was too heartbroken to stay in a place that constantly reminded her that I wasn’t coming back to her. I felt guilty somehow because I became her confidant and learnt some heart wrenching truths about her life as a widow. However, I decided she made her own choices just like I made mine; I was becoming hard-hearted and callous as the day went by. No one mattered to me except my aunt and the gifts I got from her.

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 Entry 4
I really wish someone had told me earlier that we only have just one chance to love our family. My mother’s death shook me to the extent that I almost lost it psychologically. I had stopped calling her when I moved to Abuja; I ignored her completely convincing myself her new family was more important to her than I was. I was told she died of high blood pressure. The guilt I felt made me feign sickness during her funeral; I ended up not attending the ceremony. Her widowed husband sent me a letter telling me I was a constant source of worry to her and that she died praying earnestly for whatever has come over me to leave. The letter remains hidden underneath my box; holding onto it gave me a sense of closeness to my beloved mother.

This should have pushed me to make a U-turn but I didn’t know how. I delved deeper and even surprised my aunt who introduced me to the game. I am sure she regretted introducing me to her friends whom I later found out were just like her, they preferred younger men. I hooked up with one of them who gave me more gifts than she ever did. After my secondary school education at 18, her friend gave me my first car as my birthday gift. I was the talk of the entire neighbourhood; even my aunt couldn’t hide her surprise as she called me aside and told me to take it slow. I laughed it off and simply told her she was being unnecessarily jealous. My uncle was hardly around so he was unaware of what was going on.

I outdid myself by hooking up with people like me. We were like a firebrand team; we spent money like we owned oil wells. Our clients were ‘Abuja big girl’- mostly politicians’ wives and expatriates. They actually pay more with little or no commitments expected. I moved out of my aunt’s house and got myself a nice apartment at the heart of the city. I was living the dream of most young people with little or no work and so much pay. I had my highs and lows, but deeply I missed my mother and how often she worried about me, gave me some thoughts. Sometimes I am moved to tears but I vowed never to cry after her death.

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Sarah took a deep breath and searched for her phone which was vibrating in her hand bag. She flipped her receiver when she saw an unknown number. “Hello,” she said. “Hi, Sarah, this is kelvin.” The delicious voice at the other end of the receiver warmed her inside. She mouthed ‘oh my God!’ before she said, “Ok, what’s up?” “I was wondering if you were free so we could go through the assignment,” kelvin said. “That’s alright, where do you have in mind,” “Let’s meet at the cafeteria outside the library complex around seven.” “Ok that’s fine, will see you there,” she said and waited for him to say something. Instead, the receiver went dead and the dial tone rang in her ears. She looked at the time and realised she had spent close to three hours in the library. She packed her bag and hurried to her hostel to freshen up.

Kelvin was seated at the extreme left of the cafeteria where he got an excellent view of the entrance. He glanced at his watch and noted that she was exactly 10 minutes late.  He watched her closely as she entered; she was rather too plain for a girl. She exuded no class or aristocracy like he was used. She had voluptuous breast with quite a petite physique. She looked fragile as she walked slowly and deliberately to the table where he sat. He was sure she had sighted him from the entrance since he was the only guest at the café. She was wearing a skinny jeans and a plain shirt. She wasn’t an exceptionally beautiful girl but she exuded a kind of calmness that kelvin found desirable.

“I’m very sorry for coming late,” she started saying as she got to the table. Kelvin smiled and told her it was alright. His smile melted her heart and she captured that moment in her memory to revisit it under the lone covers of her bed. They delved into the assignment immediately and came out with excellent results including how the presentation was to be done.  Kelvin ordered some snacks when they finished and they talked about other things until they noticed the café was half empty. They picked out time for their next meeting to tidy up the assignment before parting ways.

Sarah was excited when she entered her room. She offered chocolates to her two roommates and for the first time wasn’t upset that someone left her bed unmade. Her roommates were surprised but held their peace while exchange knowing looks between them. Sarah settled on her bed and brought out her journal. She was curious to know what happened next. Under the comfort of her bed covers and the dim light of her rechargeable lamp she continued reading.

Entry 5
I never got around to really saying why I left my aunt’s place. It’s all too complicated. My uncle and his wife got into frequent quarrels and even physical fights over her lack of attention and time for him. Although I knew why they were always fighting, the least I could do was offer my open arms to his wife who was sure to come to me. Her husband could not understand why his wife suddenly stopped paying attention to him; he thought she was too busy attending political meetings with people of her class. If only he knew the truth.

On a certain day, my cousin Elsie came barging into my room without knocking and meet me barely dressed. In a haste to cover myself with a towel, I ended up exposing my nakedness to her. I expected her to apologise and leave my room; instead, she locked the door and moved so swiftly knocking both of us to the ground. She stared deep into my eyes and kissed me passionately. I liked her moves and fell easily for it. Elsie was only 17 and I wondered where she learnt everything she did. What even surprised me more was when I found out she wasn’t a virgin as her mother claimed. I enjoyed the moment and left her smiling dreamily in my arms. While we lay spent on the bed, tear drops escaped from the corners of my eyes as I struggled to come to terms with what just happened. I knew an affair with Elsie was going to spark into something else so I decided to move out before things got out of hand.

When I told my uncle I was moving out, his wife concurred immediately. My uncle wasn’t very happy about it; he tried convincing me to stay. Aunt Suzan kept winking at me not to change my mind since this would afford her the needed opportunity to visit me whenever she pleased without fear of suspicion. Elsie must have overheard our conversation because when she walked in, she joined me in convincing her father that I was old enough to make my decisions. Mother and daughter wanted desperately to hide their love affair from each other. They both had secrets which I had in the palms of my hand; I prayed that I wouldn’t have to use it against them someday. They were good people, just circumstances I guess.
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