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What They Don’t Tell YouWhat they don’t tell us about love is this:Sometimes, we hide how we feel, not because we don’t ...
18/06/2025

What They Don’t Tell You

What they don’t tell us about love is this:
Sometimes, we hide how we feel, not because we don’t care—but because we care too much.
And when something feels too big to control, we’d rather walk away from it than get broken by it.

But hiding doesn’t make the feelings go away.
It only makes the heart louder inside.

Later That Night

Mariama sat on her bed, hugging her knees. Her phone buzzed. A message.

Khalid: “I miss our walks. I miss the way you used to look at me like I mattered. If I did something wrong, tell me. But don’t push me away without reason. I’m here. And I mean it.”

She stared at the message for a long time.
No smile. No tears. Just a deep, slow breath.

Then she typed back.

Mariama: “I’m scared. But I miss you too.”

To be continued...
Next Episode: “When Hearts Speak the Truth”

Khalid's ConfusionHe sat alone under the mango tree near the football field, thinking hard.Did I do something wrong?Was ...
18/06/2025

Khalid's Confusion

He sat alone under the mango tree near the football field, thinking hard.

Did I do something wrong?
Was I too fast? Was I too soft?
He replayed every word they’d shared. Every smile. Every silence.

It didn’t make sense.
One week ago, she looked at him like he was her favorite song. Now, she looked past him like he was part of the wall.

He picked up a stone and threw it across the field.

“I hate this,” he mumbled.

But the truth was, he didn’t hate her.
He just hated not knowing.

Zainab, the Middle-Woman

Zainab was not the type to mind her business.

So when she saw Khalid sitting alone after school, she walked right up to him.

"You look like somebody just stole your lunch,” she said, arms crossed.

Khalid looked up. “Why’s your cousin acting strange?”

Zainab raised an eyebrow. “Maybe because she likes you too much.”

He blinked. “What?”

“She’s scared. You make her feel something real, and it’s confusing.”

Khalid sat quiet for a moment. Then he smiled.

“So… she cares?”

Zainab shook her head. “Boys. Always slow. Yes, she cares. But she needs you to show you’re serious.”

Episode 4 – “Feelings We Try to Hide”Love doesn’t always knock. Sometimes it just walks in and sits down without permiss...
18/06/2025

Episode 4 – “Feelings We Try to Hide”

Love doesn’t always knock. Sometimes it just walks in and sits down without permission.

That’s how it was with Khalid and Mariama.
They didn’t say it out loud. No one said, “I like you.” But it was there—in the silence, in the way their eyes met, in the way their steps matched when they walked.

But feelings are funny. The more real they get, the more afraid we become.

The Distance Begins

After their last walk together, Mariama started avoiding the shop.
She still thought about Khalid. She still wrote his name, still remembered the way he said, “If this is playing, then it feels real.”

But she also started thinking:
What if this ends? What if he changes? What if I’m the only one feeling this much?

So, she did what most people do when love starts feeling too big—she pulled away.

Khalid noticed.
She didn’t greet him like before. She passed him in the hallway at school with a quick nod, no smile. And when he waited outside her class after school, she slipped away through the back gate.

amen
15/06/2025

amen

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15/06/2025

amen 🙏

Episode 3 – “Mixed Signals”The rain had stopped, but the air was still heavy. The kind of air that makes your chest feel...
05/06/2025

Episode 3 – “Mixed Signals”

The rain had stopped, but the air was still heavy. The kind of air that makes your chest feel tight, like it's holding a story that won’t come out easily.

Mariama sat on her porch, notebook in hand. She had written his name four times now—Khalid. Then she crossed it out and replaced it with “K.” Less dangerous. Less obvious.

Her cousin Zainab sat beside her, chewing roasted groundnuts, eyeing her suspiciously.

"You dey write that boy in name again?" Zainab asked, raising her brow.

Mariama quickly covered the page. "No, just lyrics."

"Lyrics for who? Us or him?"

Mariama sighed. "I just like writing. It’s not that serious."

But it was. Because ever since the walk home that day, things felt... strange. Good-strange. The kind you pretend you don’t notice, but you feel it in your stomach. Like butterflies, or hunger for something you don’t know how to ask for.

At school, Khalid had started acting different too. Sometimes he smiled longer. Other times, he looked away fast, like he was afraid to let his eyes say too much.

He’d walk by her class and pretend not to look. But Mariama caught him—his quick glances, the way he slowed his steps when she laughed too loud.

One afternoon, their teacher asked them to pair up for a history project. Mariama had planned to sit with Zainab. But before she could move, Khalid stood beside her table.

"Can I sit here?" he asked, voice soft.

Zainab gave her a look and shifted to another chair. “Well well,” she whispered, smirking.

As they worked on the project, Khalid barely spoke at first. He tapped his pen on the desk, staring at the paper, pretending to focus. Mariama waited, heart pounding, pretending too.

Then he spoke.

“Do you like stories?”

“Depends,” she said, without looking at him. “Happy ones or sad ones?”

“I like the kind that feels real,” he said. “Even if it ends bad.”

Mariama looked up. Their eyes met again. That same quiet, heavy feeling between them.

Episode to continue

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*Episode 2: The Walks That Made Us Closer*After that first real talk, I started seeing Mariama more often. Not by chanc...
31/05/2025

*Episode 2: The Walks That Made Us Closer*

After that first real talk, I started seeing Mariama more often. Not by chance—on purpose.

Every day after school, I’d walk a little slower when I reached the shop, hoping she’d be there. And most days, she was.
We never planned it. We just met. Like the street knew we needed to find each other.

*The Small Talks That Felt Big*

Our conversations were never too deep.
We talked about silly things—how her aunt made too much pepper in her soup, how I hated math, how the mango tree near her house always dropped fruit when no one was looking.

But somehow, those little talks felt like big ones.

I learned that she loved old music. Not the loud kind people dance to, but the soft ones that talk about feelings. I started listening to them too, just so I could understand her better.
One day I asked her, “Why do you like these slow songs?”
She looked up at the sky and said, “Because they don’t rush. They take their time, like love should.”

I didn’t say anything back, but inside me, something moved.

*The Walks*

We started walking home together. It became our thing.
Sometimes, we didn’t talk much. Just walked side by side.
There’s something special about walking with someone you like.
You don’t need to hold hands or say sweet things. Just being there is enough.

I started knowing things without asking—like how she always kicked small stones while walking, or how she stopped to greet old women even if she didn’t know them.

She started learning me too. She knew when I was tired. She noticed when I was quiet.

What They Don’t Tell You
What they don’t tell us about love is that it grows slowly.
Not like a fire. More like a plant.
You water it with attention.
You feed it with time.
And you watch it become something beautiful.
Our walks were watering something. Something I didn’t fully understand yet.
But I knew one thing for sure—I wanted more of it.

The Ending of a Day, The Start of Something
To be continued....

Tion
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Tion

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*What They Don’t Tell Us About Love**Episode 1: The First Smile*I remember the first time I saw her.It was one of those ...
29/05/2025

*What They Don’t Tell Us About Love*

*Episode 1: The First Smile*

I remember the first time I saw her.
It was one of those afternoons when the sun sits quietly in the sky, not too hot, not too cold—just perfect. I was walking home from school, dragging my bag behind me, thinking about how boring life had become. Then I saw her.

She was standing in front of the small shop near my street, trying to pick between two types of biscuits. That’s it. Nothing special. But somehow, in that simple moment, everything changed.

She smiled at me. A small smile. Just enough to say, “Hi, I see you.” And for some reason, I smiled back. That was all it took.

Her name was Mariama.

She moved to our area with her aunt. Nobody knew much about her. But after that day, I knew I wanted to.

*The Beginning of Curiosity*

I didn’t talk to her that day. I just kept walking, but my head stayed behind. It stayed with her. The way she stood, the way her braid fell over her shoulder, the quiet look in her eyes.

For days, I kept passing by that shop, hoping she’d be there again. And one day, she was.

This time, I said something.

"Hey, you like biscuits a lot, huh?"

She laughed softly. "I just like to stand here and pretend I have money to buy both."

That made me laugh too. It wasn’t just the words. It was the way she said them, like she didn’t care what people thought. She was real.

We stood there, talking about small things—school, food, the weather. Then I walked her to her gate.

*What They Don’t Tell You*

Nobody tells you that love doesn’t always come with music in the background.
Sometimes, it comes quietly, during biscuit choices and simple smiles.
Sometimes, love is not loud. It’s soft, like wind passing through leaves.

I didn’t know it then, but that day was the start of something big.
Something beautiful, but also messy.
Because what they don’t tell us about love is that it’s not always sweet.
Sometimes, it hurts.
But on that day, with that smile, all I saw was peace.

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