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05/08/2025

THE GIRL DUMPED BY EVERY GUY
EPISODE 9 – The Man Who Sees Her

It was Saturday morning.

Zainab woke up to the sound of Mabinty singing gospel songs while brushing her teeth. The room felt brighter—lighter. Even Mabinty had changed her ringtone from Davido to Sinach.

Zainab chuckled quietly.

Life was changing. And for the first time, it felt good.

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Later That Day – Campus Project Meeting

Zainab met up with Ibrahim and a few other students for the group project.

As she walked into the lecture hall, Ibrahim stood up with a soft smile.

“You look focused today,” he said.

“I always do,” she replied.

They spent two hours planning the project on women and identity in Sierra Leone. Zainab spoke with so much wisdom and clarity, even Ibrahim couldn’t hide his admiration.

After the meeting, as they walked out together, he looked at her and said:

“Zainab, can I be honest with you?”

She nodded.

“You don’t just carry beauty—you carry sense, calmness, and class. I don’t know your full story, but I see someone special.”

Zainab’s heart fluttered. Not because of his words—but because she could feel he meant it.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“No rush,” Ibrahim said. “I just want to know you better. Even if na just friendship.”

Zainab smiled. “Friendship is a good start.”

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Meanwhile – Sula’s Room

Sula was pacing in his room.

He hadn’t stopped thinking about Zainab. Every time he saw her on campus, she looked happier.

And now there was a new guy walking beside her. Tall. Calm. Focused.

Sula had lost her.

Not because she left…
But because he didn’t choose her properly.

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Back at Hostel – Zainab’s Room

Mabinty walked in holding popcorn.

“I heard your name dey fly up and down today. You and that new guy—wetin dey happen?”

Zainab smiled, “Nothing serious. He respects me. And he’s patient.”

Mabinty chewed her popcorn slowly. “Na this kind guy wey I suppose dey look for. But I too dey chase excitement.”

Zainab sat beside her and said softly, “Sometimes the person who sees your heart doesn’t shout loud. He just stays and respects you.”

Mabinty looked at her, nodded, and whispered, “I’m learning. Small small.”

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Later That Night – Unexpected Text

Zainab’s phone buzzed.

Sula:

> “I miss you, Zainab. I made a mistake. Please, give me one more chance.”

She stared at the message.
No smile. No shock. Just silence.

She didn’t reply.

She closed the message and opened Ibrahim’s last chat instead:

> “You did well today. I’m proud of you. Keep shining.”

And just like that, Zainab knew:

Peace had chosen her.

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📘 WHAT MORAL DID YOU LEARN FROM EPISODE 9?

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05/08/2025

The Day the Birds Stopped Singing
Episode 2

The savanna stretched endlessly before Amara, a sea of golden grass swaying under a sky that felt too vast, too empty without the birds’ songs. Her heart pounded as she walked, the woven bracelet on her wrist rubbing against her skin, a reminder of her mother’s promise. The silence was a living thing, wrapping around her like a shroud, broken only by the crunch of her footsteps and the distant howl of a jackal. N’kosi was already a memory behind her, its huts swallowed by the horizon.

Amara’s bag was light, carrying only a waterskin, a few strips of dried meat, and a small wooden carving of a sparrow her father had made. “For courage,” Kofi had said, pressing it into her hands, his eyes wet with unshed tears. She clutched it now, her fingers tracing its smooth curves, as if it could anchor her against the fear gnawing at her insides. She was alone, a sixteen-year-old girl against the wild, chasing a mystery that had already stolen her mother.

By midday, the sun burned fierce, and sweat stung her eyes. She stopped by a gnarled acacia tree, its branches bare of the weaver birds that once wove their nests like tiny golden baskets. Amara sank to her knees, her throat tight. “Mother,” she whispered, “where are you? Why is the world so quiet?” The silence answered, heavy and cruel.

As dusk painted the sky in shades of sorrow, Amara reached a rocky outcrop overlooking a dry riverbed. There, she saw him—an old man, hunched and cloaked in tattered cloth, sitting by a small fire. His eyes, sharp as a hawk’s, fixed on her as she approached. “Who walks the silent lands?” he rasped, his voice like dry leaves.

“I’m Amara of N’kosi,” she said, her voice steadier than she felt. “I’m searching for the birds. Their songs are gone, and my village suffers.”

The old man’s gaze softened, but his mouth twisted with pain. “I am Tau, the Storykeeper,” he said. “The birds’ silence is no small thing, child. It is a wound in the world’s heart. Long ago, the Great Bird, carrier of dreams, sang life into the skies. But a shadow stirs, a force that hungers for the songs of the ancestors. It has taken the birds, and with them, hope.”

Amara’s chest tightened, her mother’s bracelet feeling heavier. “My mother, Nia… she left to find the Great Bird. Do you know her? Is she… alive?” Her voice broke, a sob escaping despite her resolve.

Tau’s eyes clouded with grief. “Nia was known to me,” he said softly. “A soul bright as dawn, but reckless. She sought the Great Bird, believing its blessing could heal all wounds. I warned her the path was cursed, that the shadow waits for those who seek it. I have not seen her since.”

Tears streamed down Amara’s face, each word a dagger. Her mother had walked this path, chasing the same truth, and now she was gone—swallowed by the same silence that haunted the savanna. “I have to find her,” Amara choked out. “I have to bring the songs back.”

Tau shook his head, his voice heavy with warning. “The path to the Great Bird is treacherous, child. The shadow will test your heart, your courage, your love. Many have walked it. Few return.”

Amara wiped her tears, her jaw set. “I’m not afraid,” she lied, her voice trembling. “I’ll do whatever it takes.”

Tau studied her, then reached into his cloak, pulling out a small, cracked clay flute. “Take this,” he said. “It holds the echo of a single bird’s song. Play it when your heart falters. It may guide you.” Amara took the flute, her fingers trembling as she tucked it into her bag beside the sparrow carving.

As night fell, Tau offered her a place by his fire, but sleep eluded her. She lay under the stars, clutching her mother’s bracelet, the silence deafening. Somewhere out there, her mother’s fate waited. Somewhere, the birds were trapped, their songs stolen. And somewhere, a shadow watched.

Amara’s tears soaked the earth, each one a silent vow to keep going, even if it meant walking into the heart of her deepest fears.

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04/08/2025

The Day the Birds Stopped Singing
Episode 1

In the heart of the savanna, where the baobab trees whispered ancient secrets and the river sang lullabies to the stars, there was a village called N’kosi. It was a place of laughter, where children chased fireflies under the moon’s gentle glow, and elders wove tales of gods and heroes by the fire. The air was alive with the songs of birds—bright, fluttering melodies that greeted each dawn and cradled each dusk. To the people of N’kosi, the birds were the voice of the ancestors, their songs a reminder that the spirits watched over them.

At the center of this village lived a girl named Amara, whose eyes held the warmth of a thousand suns. She was sixteen, with a laugh that danced like the wind and a heart so tender it could feel the pain of a wilting flower. Amara was the village’s joy, the one who climbed the tallest trees to free trapped birds, who sang with the morning larks, her voice blending so perfectly it was as if she were one of them. The elders said she was born with a gift—a soul tied to the wild, to the heartbeat of the earth.

But Amara’s heart was not whole. Her mother, Nia, had vanished when Amara was just a child, leaving only a woven bracelet and a promise to return. Every night, Amara clutched that bracelet, whispering prayers to the stars, begging for her mother’s return. Her father, Kofi, a quiet man with hands calloused from carving wood, told her stories of Nia’s beauty, her courage, and her love for the birds. “She left to find the Great Bird,” Kofi would say, his voice heavy with longing. “The one who carries the dreams of the world. She promised she’d bring its blessing back to us.”

Amara believed him, though the village whispered darker tales. Some said Nia had been taken by the spirits of the forest, others that she’d fled to escape a sorrow too heavy to bear. Whatever the truth, her absence was a wound in Amara’s heart, one that bled afresh each time she heard the birds sing.

One morning, as the sun painted the sky in hues of gold, Amara woke to a chilling silence. The birds, whose songs had always greeted the dawn, were quiet. Not a single trill, not a flutter of wings. The village felt hollow, as if the air itself had forgotten how to breathe. Amara ran to the river, her bare feet pounding the earth, her heart racing with a fear she couldn’t name. The trees stood still, their branches empty. The sky, once alive with color, seemed to sag under an invisible weight.

“Father!” she called, bursting into their small hut. Kofi was already awake, his eyes wide with the same dread that gripped her. “The birds… they’re gone,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Kofi’s face darkened, his hands clutching the carving knife he held. “It’s a sign, Amara,” he said, his voice low, as if afraid the walls might hear. “The ancestors are angry. Or worse… something has stolen their voices.”

Amara’s heart sank. She thought of her mother, of the stories of the Great Bird, of the bracelet she wore like a lifeline. Was this silence her fault? Had her mother’s quest angered the spirits? Tears stung her eyes as she stepped outside, the village waking to the same eerie quiet. Children stood frozen, their games forgotten. Elders murmured prayers, their voices shaking. The joy of N’kosi was unraveling, thread by fragile thread.

That night, as the moon hung low, Amara made a vow. She would find the birds. She would bring back their songs. She would uncover the truth about her mother, even if it broke her heart. With her father’s reluctant blessing and the bracelet tight around her wrist, she packed a small bag, her eyes burning with determination and fear. The savanna stretched before her, vast and unforgiving, whispering dangers she could not yet see.

As she took her first step into the unknown, a single tear fell, glinting in the moonlight. The silence pressed against her chest, heavy with the weight of a village’s hope and a daughter’s grief.

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04/08/2025

THE GIRL DUMPED BY EVERY GUY
EPISODE 8 – A New Face, A New Fire

Zainab had made up her mind.

She was done waiting for Sula to decide.
No more thinking about him.
No more hoping.
She was done with being “almost chosen.”

So she focused on herself—her books, her goals, her peace.

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One Week Later – School Library

Zainab was sitting alone in the quiet corner of the library, reading a book on media law, when a soft voice spoke from the side.

“Excuse me... are you Zainab Kamara?”

She looked up.

A tall guy stood in front of her. Neat low haircut, brown skin, glasses, and a simple white shirt. He looked clean. Decent. Respectful.

“Yes, I’m Zainab,” she replied.

“I’m Ibrahim. Law student. I’ve seen you a few times in the library. I like how you carry yourself.”

Zainab blinked.

People complimented her before—but not like this. He wasn’t flirting. He wasn’t staring at her body. He was… genuine.

“Thank you,” she said, a little shy.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Ibrahim continued. “But I’m planning to start a campus project on women and identity. I’d love to work with someone like you.”

Zainab smiled. “That sounds interesting.”

They exchanged numbers. No pressure. No fake promises. Just real connection.

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Later That Night – Hostel Room

Zainab was quietly smiling at her phone.

Not because of Sula.

But because Ibrahim had sent her a kind message:

> “Thank you for being kind today. I admire your focus. I hope we can work together and maybe be friends too.”

Mabinty peeked over her shoulder.

“This one wey you dey smile like person wey just chop goat meat, who dey disturb your peace this time?”

Zainab laughed. “Not disturb—this one dey add to my peace.”

“Ohhh… new bɔbɔ alert?”

“Not bɔbɔ yet. Just a respectful guy who talk like human being.”

Mabinty lay back on her bed and smiled. “Those ones dey rare.”

Then she looked serious.

“Zee... I see how you dey handle yourself. You no rush. You no chase. You just dey build yourself steady steady. I dey learn from you small small.”

Zainab looked at her roommate with surprise—and gratitude. Maybe people do change.

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Meanwhile – Sula’s Room

Sula sat on his bed scrolling through his gallery.

He stopped at one picture:

Zainab smiling with half her face covered by her braids.

He sighed.

He hadn’t heard from her in a week.

He missed her—but he also knew he messed up.

Just then, he saw something on WhatsApp:

> Zainab Kamara updated her status:
"Sometimes peace is louder than love. And peace… always wins."

Sula stared at the screen for a long time.

He had lost her peace.

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📘 MORAL LESSON OF EPISODE 8:
🔹 Don’t be afraid to start again. Sometimes the best love story begins after the wrong one ends. Focus on your peace—and the right people will find you.

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THE GIRL DUMPED BY EVERY GUY
EPISODE 7 – Broken Trust

Zainab didn’t talk to Sula for two days.

She wasn’t angry—she was confused.

She had opened her heart to him, but now she wondered if she had rushed things.

Did he truly love her? Or was she just helping him forget another girl?

Meanwhile, Mabinty had gone silent again. No insults. No jokes. Just quiet. Something was off.

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Wednesday Afternoon – Campus Canteen

Zainab was eating by herself when her phone rang. It was Amie, her close friend from the Mass Comm department.

“Zee! I no wan gossip but I go talk,” Amie began.

“Talk wetin?”

“Sula and Fatmata dey talk again. People see them near Admin today. Dem say dem hug.”

Zainab’s hand froze over her spoon. “You sure?”

“I no dey lie. I know say you really like am. But make you open your eyes.”

Zainab ended the call and felt her chest tighten.

Sula said he was done with Fatmata… why hug her again?

She didn’t want to jump to conclusions—but something felt wrong.

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Later That Night – The Call

Sula finally called.

“Hey… I miss you,” he said.

Zainab kept her voice calm. “I heard you saw Fatmata today.”

There was silence.

“Yeah,” he finally replied. “She came to return something.”

“And you hug am?”

Another silence.

“She cried. I didn’t want to be wicked.”

Zainab sighed. “You need to choose where your heart dey go. Because I no go be second option.”

Sula’s voice became serious. “Zainab, I like you. You dey calm my mind. But I won’t lie to you—part of me still feel small pity for Fatmata. We went through a lot.”

Zainab stood up from her bed. Her voice was strong now.

“Then go and sort it out. But don’t carry me join your confusion. I deserve better.”

She ended the call.

Her hands were shaking. But she felt strong.

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Mabinty Overhears

From her bed, Mabinty spoke for the first time in two days.

“You did the right thing.”

Zainab turned, surprised.

“You? Supporting me?”

Mabinty smiled weakly. “I dey learn my own lessons too. Love no be competition. And calm girls like you… you dey teach even girls like me.”

Zainab smiled softly. For once, no fight between them. Just peace.

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📘 MORAL LESSON OF EPISODE 7:
🔹 Don’t allow anyone to keep you as a backup plan. Know your worth, and never beg to be chosen. Real love doesn’t come with confusion.
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04/08/2025

The Girl Dumped By Every Guy
EPISODE 6 – When the Past Knocks

Zainab walked back into her hostel that Sunday evening glowing like morning sun. Her sandals were dusty from the beach, but her soul felt clean. Sula had been respectful, gentle, and present—the kind of man she thought only existed in stories.

But the moment she entered her room, the atmosphere changed.

Mabinty was sitting on the bed, legs crossed, phone in hand.

“I see say you don upgrade,” she said without looking up.

Zainab placed her bag down quietly. “I no dey in the mood for fight, Mabinty.”

“No worry. I no dey fight again. I dey observe.”

That night, Zainab couldn’t sleep. Not because of fear—but because deep down, she knew something was coming. And it did.

>>>WRITTEN BY JED THE CREATOR
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Monday Morning – Campus Grounds

While heading to class, Zainab saw Sula arguing with someone beside the ICT building. The girl was loud, furious, and very familiar.

Wait… that’s not… Oh no.

It was Fatmata—Sula’s ex from Koidu. The same one he said was “controlling.”

Zainab froze behind a tree and listened.

“You just block me like say I no mean anything to you!” Fatmata yelled. “Na this same gentle face you use deceive me! Now you don find new toy abi?!”

“Fatmata, calm down. We ended things long ago,” Sula said firmly.

“Na lie! You no break up with me—you disappear!”

Zainab’s heart began to race. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

Then Fatmata’s eyes turned—and locked with Zainab’s.

“Oh, na you be the campus calm girl?” she shouted. “Enjoy your turn. E go soon reach your side!”

Zainab turned around and walked away.

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Later That Night – Zainab’s Room

She sat on her bed, phone in hand, waiting for Sula’s message.

Nothing.

Mabinty walked in, humming, oddly cheerful.

“Your bɔbɔ get ghosts o,” she said casually.

Zainab looked up. “You were there?”

“I always dey where drama dey happen,” she said, tossing her shoes aside. “You see now? You judge me say I dey jump from man to man. But the ‘calm guy’ you protect so—he carry bigger baggage pass me.”

Zainab didn’t reply. She just lay on her bed in silence, realizing something painful:

Sula had a past. And it wasn’t completely over.

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The Next Day – Unexpected Message

Her phone buzzed.

Sula:

> “Can we talk? I owe you an explanation.”

They met behind the Arts Theatre. His face was different—no smile, no swagger, just a man ready to admit his faults.

“I didn’t lie,” he began. “I was really done with her. But I handled it wrong. I just vanished instead of closing the door properly.”

“So she never accepted it was over?”

“She believed we were on a break. Not a breakup.”

Zainab folded her arms. “And now you want me to trust you?”

“I want to earn it,” he said. “Not ask for it.”

She looked at him for a moment, then said softly, “Everyone deserves a second chance. But next time, don’t leave your past open if you want peace in the future.”

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📘 MORAL LESSON OF EPISODE 6:
🔹 Before starting something new, close your past with honesty. Ghosting may seem easier—but it leaves wounds open and hearts confused.

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THE GIRL DUMPED BY EVERY GUY
EPISODE 4 – The Slap That Shook Campus

Mabinty didn't come back to the hostel that night.

She switched off her phone.

Blocked Zainab on WhatsApp.
Blocked Sula too.
Changed her Instagram bio from “Soft & Taken 💞” to “Never Again 💔”

Zainab pretended not to care. But the room felt eerie without Mabinty’s chaos. The silence was louder than her usual drama. Yet, Zainab knew it wasn’t over.

Not with someone like Mabinty.

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Two Days Later – Campus Grounds

Zainab was walking to class when she saw a crowd gathered near the central junction. Phones were out. Girls were screaming. Boys were laughing.

She walked closer.

Then she saw it—Mabinty standing in front of a Level 100 girl, finger in her face.

"You no get shame?! Na the same boy wey dump me you go follow like hungry goat?!"

The girl trembled. “I didn’t know—he said he was single!”

“Shut up! I go slap sense enter your brain!” Mabinty screamed.

Zainab’s jaw dropped.

Already? So she don move to another guy and Sula don dump am again?

Before anyone could stop her, Mabinty landed the girl a dirty slap that echoed across the junction.

PRAA!

The crowd gasped.

The girl fell sideways, shocked and humiliated. But she didn’t retaliate—she ran off, crying.

Campus security showed up within minutes. Mabinty was dragged away, still shouting, “She dey find boyfriend like akara!”

Word spread like wildfire:

> "Mabinty slap one girl because of another bɔbɔ again!"

> "She no even rest from the last guy!"

> "Zainab warn her but she no hear!"

> "The girl just dey collect L after L!"

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Later That Night – Hostel Room

Mabinty returned. Eyes red. Wig in hand. Lipstick smeared.

Zainab was sitting on her bed reading.

“Welcome,” she said softly.

Mabinty didn’t respond. She went straight to her bed, dropped her bag, and sat down quietly.

After a few minutes, she said bitterly, “Why boys dey always dump me?”

Zainab looked up, surprised.

“You want honest answer or fake one?”

Mabinty looked at her. “Honest.”

Zainab closed her book. “Because you don’t love them—you use them. Every relationship na strategy for you. Either for money, attention, or competition.”

Mabinty’s lips quivered. “But I just want someone to love me.”

“Then start by loving yourself. Stop acting like love is war. Na why peace dey run from you.”

For the first time ever… Mabinty didn’t argue.

She just looked away, eyes moist, voice shaking.

“Maybe you’re right.”

Zainab felt a strange twist in her chest.

Maybe... just maybe, Mabinty wasn’t just heartless—maybe she was broken too.

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Meanwhile – At Sula’s Place

Sula was alone on his bed, scrolling through his phone when he saw a new message.

Unknown Number:

> “Sula, I don’t hate you. But please… stay away from me. I need to fix myself.”

It was Mabinty.

He sighed deeply.

Then switched over to his chat with Zainab.

Sula:

> “Hey. You free this weekend? Thought we could go to Lumley Beach. Just talk. Nothing more.”

Zainab:

> “I’m free. And I’d like that.”

A new chapter was beginning.

But peace never lasts too long on this campus.

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THE GIRL DUMPED BY EVERY GUY
EPISODE 3 – Broken Pride

Mabinty didn’t talk to Zainab for two straight days.

No side-eyes. No insults. No fake smiles. Just pure, steaming silence.

Zainab didn’t mind. In fact, she enjoyed the peace.

But the tension in their room was so thick you could slice it with a knife. Mabinty would slam the bathroom door, play loud TikTok videos, and even put on perfume right beside Zainab just to annoy her.

By Wednesday evening, she finally broke the silence.

“So na now you don dey follow my bɔbɔ?”

Zainab calmly dropped her pen. “He no be your bɔbɔ, Mabinty. You just meet am.”

“And you don dey find way enter!” Mabinty snapped.

Zainab turned fully to face her. “I no dey drag man. If na you he want, then he go stay.”

“Ohhhh, okay. So you wan dey form innocent virgin wey no sabi anything?” Mabinty scoffed. “Zainab, make I tell you. All these ‘good girl’ vibes wey you dey package, no dey move boys again. You go just die single!”

Zainab smiled gently. “I rather die single than live as a project for every man to complete.”

The words hit Mabinty like slap. She hissed and stormed out again, this time slamming the door so hard the curtain shook.

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Next Day – Campus Cafeteria

Zainab was in the queue to buy jollof and fried fish when she felt a tap on her shoulder.

She turned. It was Sula.

“Hey calm girl,” he said with that soft smile that always melted her. “Can I join you?”

“Sure.”

They sat under the mango tree behind the cafeteria, chatting like they had known each other since nursery school. Sula was smart, well-read, and funny in a quiet way. Zainab couldn’t believe that such a guy had fallen into Mabinty’s trap—even for a moment.

“You don’t talk much in class,” she said.

“I observe first. Then I talk.”

She smiled. “Smart.”

He shrugged. “Na survival instinct. Once bitten…”

Zainab looked into his eyes. “You’ve been hurt?”

Sula chuckled. “Every calm guy has his story. But I’ve learned to read people now.”

They ate in silence for a while. Then Zainab asked something bold.

“So… what’s going on with you and Mabinty?”

Sula exhaled. “She’s... too loud for me. Honestly, I feel trapped already. She dey call me every five minutes. If I no answer, she dey text like FBI agent. I just want peace.”

Zainab nodded. “She doesn’t understand space.”

“I don’t think I want anything serious with her,” he said, locking eyes with her.

Zainab’s heart pounded. Na today? So quick?

But she controlled her smile. “Well, just be honest with her. She might act tough, but deep down she dey feel things.”

Just then, a loud voice pierced their peace.

“So this is what you’ve been doing behind my back?!”

They both turned.

It was Mabinty.

Wearing her sharpest wig, holding her pink iPhone, and standing like a court prosecutor.

“You think you smart, Zainab?!” she shouted. “You don carry my man sit down for corner like na Romeo and Juliet!”

“Mabinty, calm down,” Sula said.

“Don’t Mabinty me! You dey chop with my enemy behind my back?”

Zainab stood up. “I no be your enemy. You create the war yourself.”

“Oh, so now na my fault?!”

“You started it when you tried to claim a man like property!”

People were already gathering.

Sula stood between them. “Look, I didn’t promise anybody anything. I’m free to know who I want. And right now, I’m getting to know Zainab better.”

Mabinty froze.

You could almost hear her ego crack.

Without another word, she hissed loudly and stormed off the scene—her heels clicking hard on the concrete like angry gunshots.

Sula turned to Zainab.

“You okay?”

Zainab took a deep breath.

“For the first time… yes.”

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THE GIRL DUMPED BY EVERY GUY
EPISODE 2 – The Triangle Begins

Mabinty finally stepped out of the bathroom like a beauty queen walking into a pageant. Tight jeans, crop top, eyelashes longer than mosquito legs—she was fully loaded for seduction.

“Oh my sweetie!” she chirped, walking straight to Sula, stretching out her hands like a Nollywood actress. Sula got up politely, accepted her hug, and smiled faintly.

Zainab just sat on her bed, watching everything unfold like a movie she didn’t want to star in. Her heart boiled quietly. This girl go just ruin this boy’s peace. She no dey fall in love—na conquest she dey do.

“You guys should go now,” Zainab muttered, eyes fixed on her book but reading nothing.

“Zee, you dey vex?” Mabinty asked, mocking with a smirk. “No be like say na your boyfriend.”

“I no vex,” Zainab lied. “I just get work to finish.”

Sula turned to her. “Hope say I no cause any problem?”

She forced a smile. “Not at all.”

But deep down, Zainab had already made a vow: I must protect this boy from Mabinty’s drama.

Later that night, Mabinty returned with loud footsteps and loud mouth.

“Zeeeee!” she squealed, jumping on her bed like a child who got candy. “That guy is different o! He open door for me, pay for everything, no even try to touch me. Chai! I fit marry am!”

Zainab didn’t respond.

“You dey jealous?” Mabinty teased.

“No, why I go jealous?”

“Because I get the kind bɔbɔ every girl dey pray for.”

Zainab shook her head, choosing silence over drama. But her heart was heavy. Not because Sula chose Mabinty—but because she knew exactly how it would end.

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The Following Day…

In class, Zainab saw Sula again. He walked in quietly, went straight to the back, and sat. Mabinty wasn’t around—she had gone to the salon to "relax" her hair.

Zainab gathered courage, left her seat, and walked to where he was.

“Can I sit?” she asked.

“Sure.”

They sat quietly for a few seconds before she spoke.

“Hope say you enjoy yesterday?”

“I did. But honestly… I no understand your friend.”

Zainab raised a brow. “Why?”

“She too… extra. One minute she dey cry for ordinary lunch. Next minute she dey talk marriage. I just meet her yesterday o.”

Zainab laughed quietly. “She dey rush everything.”

“She told me she’s calm and simple, but she spent fifteen minutes choosing earrings. I just tire.”

Zainab wanted to scream, I told you! but she kept calm.

“You deserve peace, Sula. Not noise.”

He turned to look at her, his eyes soft. “And you feel like peace.”

Zainab’s heart skipped again.

Just then, Mabinty entered the class. Her eyes caught them sitting together, and her brows instantly furrowed. She walked straight to them and stood beside the desk.

“What’s going on here?”

Sula stood up casually. “We’re just talking.”

Mabinty’s voice dropped low but sharp. “Zainab, I dey warn you.”

Zainab looked at her. “Warn me for wetin?”

“Stay away from him. Na my own.”

Zainab smiled. “Men no be handbag. If na you he want, no need to threaten me.”

Mabinty glared at her, then turned to Sula.

“Let’s go.”

Sula hesitated. “Actually… I want to stay and read with Zainab.”

BOOM. It was like thunder struck Mabinty’s chest. Her face cracked with disbelief.

Zainab kept her eyes down, pretending to read.

Mabinty hissed and stormed out of the class.

Sula turned to her.

“I think I just caused a war.”

Zainab chuckled. “Don’t worry. She’s used to losing.”

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THE GIRL DUMPED BY EVERY GUY
EPISODE 1 – Zainab & Mabinty

Zainab and Mabinty were roommates at Fourah Bay College in Freetown. Zainab came from a humble home in Bo—her parents couldn’t afford to get her a modern single room, so she had to share with someone. Mabinty, on the other hand, came from a middle-class family in Makeni. But unknown to her parents, she had lied that she lived alone so she could pocket the extra rent money while splitting the place with Zainab.

Mabinty had a reputation on campus—she was known to “fall” for any man who fit her purpose. She slept with Kofi, the best-looking guy in their department, simply because he had biceps and a smile that could disarm anyone. She also dated Francis, a rich final-year Law student who paid her bills and even bought her a new Tecno Phantom. Worst of all, she didn’t hesitate to sleep with one of their oldest and most unpleasant lecturers just to secure an A in Social Philosophy.

Zainab hated her friend’s lifestyle. She kept quiet most times, but deep down, she was disturbed. Then one particular afternoon, Mabinty burst into the room, glowing like she just won a lottery.

“Zee, you for see this new guy wey enter class today. Chai! Di bɔbɔ clean! He smell fine, he skin smooth pass coconut oil. And di kain calm way he get eh? He no even dey look girls. Na dat kain man wey go just make you open leg by mistake!”

Zainab rolled her eyes. “Mabinty, try rest small. You just dey jump from man to man. Wetin if you try keep one man for once?”

She had no idea who Mabinty was referring to, but her words stirred a memory. A few weeks ago, Zainab had sat beside a calm, dark-skinned guy during a lecture. He had offered her an apple from his bag—something most guys wouldn't do unless they wanted something in return.

“Fine girl,” he had said with a polite smile. “You care for one?”

“No,” Zainab had replied shyly.

But the guy insisted. “I don’t usually do this, but you seem... different.”

“Different how?” she asked, curious.

“One day you go understand your worth,” he replied with a wink.

She had smiled and taken the apple, feeling warm inside. That was all—he never asked for her number, never flirted, just smiled and walked away.

Days later, Mabinty returned home bragging that she was getting close to “the quiet guy.” She claimed she had won him over with her charm and was preparing for their first date.

That Saturday afternoon, while Mabinty was doing her makeup in the bathroom, a soft knock came at the door. Zainab paused her studies and listened.

Kpom… kpom…

She walked to the door. “Mabinty, I think your guy is here. I even hear motor horn outside. You no tell me say he get car?”

“It’s his papa own,” Mabinty said, then shouted from the bathroom, “Please check the door for me. Tell me if na him.”

Zainab opened the door…

And her heart nearly stopped.

There he was—the same quiet, gentle guy who had offered her the apple. Calm eyes, fresh haircut, a white tee that fit him like second skin.

“You!” she gasped.

“You live here?” he asked, equally surprised.

Both stared at each other, frozen for a moment.

Then Mabinty yelled from the bathroom, “Zee! Na him?!”

Zainab hesitated. “I think so. He na bɔbɔ.”

“Ask if na Sula,” Mabinty called again.

The boy turned to her and said, “Yes, I’m Sula.”

“As in Sulayman?” she asked.

“No, just Sula. From Kono.”

Zainab turned toward the bathroom. “Yes, Mabinty. Na him.”

“Ahhh, my sweetie! Gimme five minutes!”

Five minutes became fifteen. During that time, Sula sat quietly on his phone while Zainab tried not to stare.

Her heart pounded. I liked this guy first. I can’t let Mabinty just use him and throw him away.

But he wasn’t even looking her way. Angry and jealous, she tried to draw his attention. She dropped her pen on the floor, hoping he’d pick it.

He didn’t.

Frustrated, she turned to him. “So, na so you go just sit like stone and ignore everybody?”

He looked up. “Sorry… sometimes I dey shy.”

“So how you know Mabinty?”

“She come meet me say she forget her phone, ask me to dial her number. When I do, she find am under her own bag.”

“And you fall for that?” Zainab asked, skeptical.

Sula scratched his head. “I no understand. Anyway, she say make I follow am go canteen. I say no. She almost cry. I go with her. I even pay. From there, we start talk.”

“What if I tell you say we don meet before?” Zainab said boldly.

“I know,” he replied.

“You remember?”

“Of course. We meet for class. I offer you apple. Since then I no see you again.”

“Were you looking for me?”

“How I for forget face like yours?”

“But people dey say Mabinty fine pass me.”

“She fine, she hot… but you? You get peace. You calm. I no just dey look for face—I dey find heart too.”

Zainab's heart melted like butter in hot sun.

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