Omaly Linda

11/06/2026

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06/06/2026

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05/06/2026

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03/06/2026

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THE DISTANCE BETWEEN US

EPISODE 9

Living together in Toronto did not erase distance.

It only changed its shape.

At first, it was beautiful.

Then slowly, life began to press in from all sides.

Timi’s days were no longer simple.

School demanded more than he expected, assignments piling up like silent pressure on his shoulders. After lectures, he rushed straight to his part-time job, standing for long hours just to earn enough to survive the week.

By the time he got home, his body was tired, but his mind was louder.

Olivia noticed the change.

He smiled less now.

He spoke less.

And sometimes, he would just sit quietly staring at nothing, like his thoughts were somewhere far away.

But Olivia was not having an easy time either.

Work drained her completely. Some days she came back so exhausted she could barely remove her shoes before sitting down. Bills were increasing, responsibilities were heavier, and her phone never stopped ringing.

Especially one contact.

Chike.

At first, his calls were polite.

Then they became frequent.

Then persistent.

Then emotionally charged.

Timi noticed it.

Every time Chike called, Olivia’s mood shifted slightly. Even when she tried to act normal, there was always that brief tension in the air.

One evening, while Timi was washing dishes, he heard Olivia laugh softly at something Chike said over the phone.

It was a different kind of laugh.

Not the one she gave him.

Later that night, when the call ended, Timi asked quietly.

Why is he still calling you like this?

Olivia sighed.

I told you, I am trying to handle it

Timi shook his head.

It is not “handling” anymore, Olivia. It is becoming something else

Olivia frowned.

So what do you want me to do? Stop talking to everyone because I am with you?

The words hit him instantly.

That was not what he meant.

But it was already too late.

Silence filled the room.

Days passed and tension grew slowly but steadily.

Then Olivia’s family pressure increased again.

Her mother insisted she should “consider Chike properly.”

He is stable.

He is present.

He is serious.

Not a man across the ocean who appeared suddenly.

Olivia stopped telling Timi every detail, but he could sense it.

And Timi’s own pressure was not any lighter.

His mother called repeatedly from Nigeria.

Timi, people are saying you are suffering abroad

You are sending small money like you are not okay

Are you sure this Canada was necessary?

Each call left him more drained.

Then one evening, everything collided.

Timi returned from work exhausted, only to find Olivia on a video call with her mother discussing Chike again.

He did not interrupt.

But he heard enough.

Later that night, he finally spoke.

So this Chike is still in the picture?

Olivia turned sharply.

It is not like that

Then explain it to me properly

His voice was calmer than his words.

Olivia stood up.

Why are you acting like I am doing something wrong?

Because I am tired of sharing you with pressure that I cannot see but always feel

That line changed everything.

Olivia froze.

Timi continued, voice shaking slightly now.

Your family wants Chike. My family wants money. School wants results. Work wants energy. And in the middle of all this, we are pretending like everything is fine

Olivia’s eyes filled immediately.

So what are you saying?

Timi looked away.

I am saying I do not know how long I can keep doing this

Silence.

Heavy.

Painful.

That night, they did not sleep properly.

They stayed in the same apartment but felt miles apart.

In the following days, things did not improve.

Chike continued calling.

Olivia kept receiving pressure from home.

Timi worked more shifts trying to stabilize himself financially.

And each time they tried to talk, it ended in emotional exhaustion instead of comfort.

One night, after another long argument about trust, Olivia sat alone in the kitchen while Timi stood by the window staring outside.

Neither spoke for a long time.

Then quietly, Timi said something that scared her.

Maybe I am the problem here

Olivia stood up immediately.

Do not say that

But he did not respond.

For the first time, she saw how far gone he looked emotionally.

Not angry.

Not loud.

Just tired.

Too tired.

That night, Olivia could not sleep.

And neither could Timi.

At some point, he sat on the edge of the bed and stared at his packed school documents on the table.

Not luggage.

Just papers.

But still, it felt like a decision waiting to happen.

Leave or stay.

Fight or quit.

Love or survival.

The next morning did not bring peace.

Only silence between two people trying not to break completely.

And somewhere between love, pressure, and exhaustion…

both of them quietly feared the same thing.

That maybe love alone was no longer enough to hold them together.

To be continued.

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03/06/2026

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29/05/2026

Hello my lovelies,

This is to bring to your notice that I will no longer be posting on this page for now.

I have reached out to Facebook and spoken to different Meta teams concerning my recommendation issues. They all assured me that I did nothing wrong and promised to resolve it, but unfortunately nothing has changed. Some asked me to be patient and said it would clear on its own after 90 days. On Monday, I was even told to give them two more days.

Today makes it 116 days, and now they are saying there is nothing they can do about it, that it may disappear on its own, take a longer time, or might not even stop at all. The painful part is that not all my followers are even seeing my posts anymore.

At this point, for the sake of my mental health, I have decided to step away from posting here for now.

I’m truly sorry for the inconvenience this may cause my dedicated lovelies. Thank you so much for all the love, support, and encouragement you’ve shown me throughout this journey. I genuinely appreciate every single one of you.

Thank you all. ❤️

Omaly Linda cares

29/05/2026

This is a banger, I hope you are also reading it

RUNWAY HEARTS

EPISODE 1

The morning heat in Lagos pressed heavily against the glass walls of Eclipse Media House, where preparations for the Lagos Fashion Week campaign were in full swing. Inside the sleek conference room, Sandra Cole sat quietly reviewing her notes, her mind focused, disciplined, and determined.

This was her moment.

After years of building her name in the fashion industry through persistence and sleepless nights, she had finally been appointed Creative Director for one of the most prestigious campaigns in Lagos Fashion Week.

She adjusted her blazer, took a deep breath, and reminded herself she had earned this.

The room gradually filled with sponsors, stylists, and executives. At the head of the table stood Mr. Adeyemi, the lead organizer, smiling proudly.

Sandra, you’ve done exceptional work to get here. This year’s campaign will define your career.

Sandra nodded with quiet confidence. Thank you, sir. I won’t disappoint.

Behind him, the campaign title glowed on the screen:

EKO THROUGH FASHION

Excitement buzzed in the room as concepts, runway ideas, celebrity appearances, and international collaborations were discussed.

Then Mr. Adeyemi cleared his throat.

And now, for the final piece of this project… our lead visual photographer has just returned from London.

The door opened.

Sandra didn’t look immediately. She was still flipping through her notes.

Then she heard the voice.

Tobi Gaius stepped in.

Time froze.

Tall. Calm. Sharply dressed. More mature, but still unmistakably the man she once loved.

Sandra slowly raised her eyes.

Their gazes locked.

The room went silent for her, even though everyone else continued reacting normally.

Tobi.

His voice came out lower than expected.

Sandra.

The name carried weight. History. Pain.

Mr. Adeyemi clapped lightly, breaking the tension.

Perfect! So you two already know each other. That’s even better for synergy.

A few people chuckled awkwardly, sensing the tension.

Sandra quickly composed herself, sitting straighter.

Yes… we know each other.

Tobi pulled out the chair opposite her, never looking away.

Long time.

Sandra gave a small, controlled smile.

Long enough.

But inside her chest, memories pressed violently against her thoughts.

Five years ago.

A betrayal.

Tobi had cheated on her with someone from their creative circle, a decision that shattered their relationship overnight. What hurt Sandra most wasn’t just the betrayal, but how quickly everything she believed in collapsed.

The love. The trust. The future they had built together.

Gone in one moment.

Mr. Adeyemi continued speaking, but Sandra heard almost nothing. Every word Tobi said in the meeting felt like echoes from a past she had tried hard to bury.

His voice was still the same. Calm. Certain. Confident.

But it didn’t belong to her anymore.

As the meeting progressed, they were assigned joint responsibility for overseeing visual direction and campaign storytelling.

Meaning they would have to work closely.

Very closely.

Sandra tightened her grip on her pen.

Of course.

Of all people.

When the meeting finally ended, chairs scraped and conversations filled the room as people began to leave.

Sandra immediately gathered her files, intent on escaping before any conversation could happen.

But just as she reached the door..

Sandra.

Tobi’s voice stopped her.

She paused but didn’t turn immediately.

What is it?

A brief silence.

I didn’t know you’d be here.

Sandra let out a dry laugh.

You didn’t check the project you were coming to work on?

Another pause.

That’s not what I mean.

She finally turned, her expression calm but guarded.

Then what do you mean, Tobi?

His jaw tightened slightly.

It’s been a long time.

Sandra’s eyes hardened.

Yes. Since you decided someone else was more important than what we had.

The room nearby quieted as people subtly pretended not to listen.

Tobi looked down for a moment, guilt flashing across his face.

It wasn’t like that..

Sandra raised a hand sharply.

Don’t. We’re not doing this here.

Her voice lowered, controlled but cutting.

We are colleagues. Nothing more.

Tobi nodded slowly, though the tension in his face didn’t ease.

Right. Colleagues.

Sandra turned away immediately and walked out before the emotions she had carefully buried for years could surface.

As she stepped into the hallway, her breath finally broke slightly, her composure cracking for just a second.

Behind her, Tobi remained in the conference room, staring at the empty space she had just left.

And for the first time since seeing her again…

He looked like a man who had lost something he never fully recovered from.

To be continued

Linda_ Chuks

28/05/2026

THE DISTANCE BETWEEN US

EPISODE 8

Olivia stood frozen outside her apartment building in Toronto, staring at Timi like her brain could not process what her eyes were seeing.

The cold wind blew around them, but neither moved.

Neither spoke.

Timi smiled nervously, his fingers tightening around the handle of his travel bag.

Hi

That was all it took.

Olivia suddenly ran toward him.

The moment she crashed into his arms, both of them held each other tightly like people afraid the other might disappear again.

Months of loneliness.

Months of voice notes.

Months of missing each other.

Everything exploded emotionally in that single hug.

Olivia buried her face against his chest, crying uncontrollably.

You are actually here

Timi closed his eyes tightly, holding her even closer.

I told you one day I would come

Olivia pulled back slightly just to look at his face again, almost as if she still did not believe it was real.

Then she laughed through tears.

You are crazy

Timi laughed softly too.

Maybe small

For a few seconds, they simply stood there staring at each other.

No phone screens.

No internet connection.

No distance.

Just them.

Real.

Finally, Olivia grabbed his hand quickly.

Come inside before you freeze to death

The warmth of her apartment hit Timi immediately as they entered. He looked around slowly, taking in the small living room he had imagined so many times during their calls.

Everything suddenly felt emotional.

The couch where she usually sat during video calls.

The kitchen she always complained about cleaning after long shifts.

The small window where snow rested outside.

He was finally inside her world.

That first week felt beautiful.

Peaceful.

Almost unreal.

They cooked together.

Watched movies together.

Fell asleep talking even when they were in the same room.

Sometimes Olivia would randomly stare at Timi and start smiling.

What?

She would shake her head.

Nothing. I am just happy you are real

Timi too could barely believe it.

For the first time in a long while, life felt hopeful again.

But while love was growing stronger, reality quietly remained nearby.

Timi immediately started searching for part-time jobs while preparing for his master’s program.

He refused to sit comfortably in Olivia’s apartment doing nothing.

Every morning, he left with printed resumes inside his bag, moving from one place to another in the freezing cold.

Some places never called back.

Some rejected him politely.

Others required experience he did not have.

Still, he kept trying.

Olivia noticed the stress slowly building inside him and tried encouraging him constantly.

You will figure it out, Timi

I hope so

One evening after another tiring search, Timi finally received a callback from a small grocery store willing to give him evening shifts.

The excitement in his eyes that night made Olivia emotional.

I got it

Olivia screamed happily before hugging him tightly.

See? I told you

Though the pay was small, Timi finally felt useful again.

At least now, he could support himself a little while studying.

Meanwhile, back in Nigeria, his family had already started assuming Canada automatically meant wealth.

Calls increased almost daily.

Timi, your cousin school fees need urgent attention

Your uncle is sick

We need money for house repairs

Even his mother complained emotionally sometimes.

You have forgotten us since you travelled

Timi would stare at his nearly empty account balance after each call and feel frustrated.

Because the truth was far from the fantasy people imagined.

He was surviving carefully.

Not enjoying luxury.

One evening while eating dinner, Olivia noticed his silence.

Family again?

Timi sighed tiredly.

They think money grows on trees here

Olivia laughed softly because she understood perfectly.

Then quietly, she held his hand across the table.

We will be okay

And somehow, hearing those words from her calmed him.

But another problem was beginning to rise slowly.

Chike.

The moment Chike discovered that Timi had actually relocated to Canada and was now physically with Olivia, something changed inside him.

His interest suddenly became more intense.

More intentional.

He started calling Olivia more often.

Sending thoughtful messages.

Buying random gifts.

Pretending to care deeply.

One evening, Olivia returned home carrying flowers.

Timi looked surprised.

Who gave you that?

Olivia sighed awkwardly.

Chike

Timi’s expression changed slightly.

What does he want again?

Olivia sat beside him.

Honestly, I think seeing us together made him serious suddenly

Timi forced a small smile, though jealousy quietly entered his chest.

And what did you tell him?

Olivia leaned against him gently.

I told him I am already in love with somebody else

That answer softened Timi immediately.

Still, Chike refused to back off.

Now he spoke differently whenever he called Olivia.

Talking about relationships.

Future.

Commitment.

Even apologizing for not expressing his feelings properly before.

But Olivia noticed the difference clearly now.

Everything about Chike suddenly felt competitive.

Like a man trying to win instead of genuinely love.

And every time she compared both men, the difference became painfully obvious.

One loved her from convenience.

The other crossed an ocean for her.

One snowy night, Olivia rested her head on Timi’s shoulder while they sat quietly by the apartment window watching snowfall outside.

Then softly, she asked,

Do you regret coming?

Timi looked at her for a long moment before answering honestly.

No

He smiled faintly.

Even if everything becomes difficult here… seeing you was worth it

Olivia’s eyes slowly filled with emotion.

And as she held his hand tighter that night, neither of them realized that love was slowly becoming the only thing keeping both of them strong in a country that still felt unfamiliar and uncertain.

To be continued

Omaly Linda