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06/19/2025

Poor Girl With Her Baby Falls Asleep On A CEO’s Shoulder On A Flight, But Wakes Up Shocked When He…
EPISODE 9

The days that followed the incident at James’s estate passed in a haze of tightened security, whispered reassurances, and a deepening bond that neither Rachel nor James could ignore anymore. Rachel spent her mornings working at the foundation’s community center, organizing food drives and helping struggling mothers like herself—each face a mirror of who she used to be. In the afternoons, she’d return to James’s home, where Sophia would squeal in delight as soon as she heard her mother’s footsteps. And every night, Rachel and James sat on the couch with soft jazz playing in the background, talking like old souls rediscovering home. But even in the calm, something was brewing. Rachel could feel it in the air, that final storm waiting to break. One morning, as she prepared breakfast, her phone rang with an unfamiliar number. She hesitated, her heart skipping a beat, but then answered. “Hello?” “You think you’ve won?” a gravelly voice hissed. “You can hide behind your rich boyfriend, but I’ll be watching. You took my daughter. And I’ll get her back.” The line went dead before Rachel could even respond. Her hands trembled so violently she dropped the phone on the kitchen floor. James rushed in moments later, seeing the color drained from her face. “Was it him?” he asked, already grabbing his phone to alert his security team. Rachel could barely nod. “He said—he said Sophia is his. He wants her back.” “Over my dead body,” James growled. That same day, James called an emergency meeting with his lawyers. “We’re filing for a protective order. Full custody. No loopholes.” Rachel sat beside him, overwhelmed. “But I don’t even know where he’s been all these months. What if he tries to twist things in court?” James took her hand, firm and reassuring. “Then we fight him. Together.” The courtroom date came sooner than expected. It was a gray, rainy Thursday. Rachel walked into the courthouse wearing a navy blue dress that James had bought her for the occasion, and with every step, she held her head higher—for Sophia. The father, Marcus, sat across the room, his face cold and manipulative. His lawyer painted Rachel as unstable, a broke single mother with no permanent address, while Marcus pretended to be a reformed man wanting to reconnect with his “family.” But Rachel’s lawyer—paid for by James—fired back with hospital records, police reports, and statements from neighbors at her old building who recalled the bruises she’d tried to hide. When Rachel took the stand, she spoke through tears. “I ran because I was afraid for my life. And for my baby’s. I was alone, terrified, but I still fought to survive. I’m not ashamed of where I came from, but I will never let that man near my daughter again.” The courtroom was silent when she stepped down, her cheeks wet but her voice strong. In the end, the judge didn’t hesitate. “Full custody remains with the mother. A permanent restraining order is issued. Marcus Blackwell is to have no contact with the child or her mother, effective immediately.” Rachel broke into sobs as James wrapped his arms around her. It was over. Truly over. That night, back at the house, they didn’t say much. They didn’t need to. Rachel stood by the window, watching the rain as Sophia slept peacefully upstairs. James walked in with two mugs of cocoa and sat beside her. “You were incredible today,” he said. “You faced him. You won.” Rachel looked at him, tears in her eyes again—but this time, they were soft, grateful tears. “I couldn’t have done it without you.” “You did it, Rachel,” James said, brushing her hair back gently. “I just believed in you.” She stared at him, feeling something in her chest open wide—love, pure and blinding. “Why me, James? Why choose me, when you could have had anyone?” He smiled and cupped her face. “Because you’re real. Because you loved Sophia enough to fight the whole world. Because when I met you, asleep and exhausted on that flight, something in me knew—I wanted to be part of your story. Your messy, beautiful, courageous story.” She leaned into him, and he kissed her—soft, certain, and full of every unspoken word they had been carrying for weeks. And for the first time in a long time, Rachel let herself believe in something permanent, something sacred. Family. Tomorrow, they’d take Sophia to the zoo. Next week, she’d register for her GED classes. And soon, maybe, she’d say yes to something bigger. But tonight, she rested in his arms, safe, loved, and final free....

To be continued...

06/19/2025

🔥 I BORROWED HER DRESS FOR ONE NIGHT. I DIDN’T KNOW IT WOULD COST ME MY LIFE.

I should have known something was wrong the moment Amanda smiled and said,

> “It’ll look perfect on you.”

Because it did.

Too perfect.

That red satin gown—cut low in the back, with sleeves that hugged my arms and a slit that reached dangerously close to my thigh—was unlike anything I’d ever worn. Amanda pulled it out from the back of her wardrobe like it was nothing.

But the way she looked at me when I tried it on…

It wasn’t admiration.
It was satisfaction.
Like a plan falling into place.

Let me back up.

My name is Tari.
Twenty-six.
Broke.
Barely surviving in Lagos.

I’d just gotten my first real job in a marketing firm—minimum wage, no benefits—but it felt like something. Our boss, a sleek woman named Madam Esther, was hosting a company dinner at a luxury hotel in Lekki.

Everyone was buzzing about it.
Instagram stories.
Outfits.
Plans.

But I had nothing to wear.

Until Amanda, my flatmate of two months, said she had something for me.

“I used to model,” she said, casually flipping her braids.
“You can try one of my old outfits.”

She showed me the dress, tucked deep inside a black zipped bag like it had been sleeping for years. I remember touching it—how smooth it felt, how soft—and saying,

> “This looks expensive.”

She just winked.

> “It cost someone everything.”

I laughed.
She didn’t.

But I needed to feel beautiful. For once.
So I took it.

The night of the dinner, I walked into the event hall glowing.
Heads turned.
Phones came out.

My line manager, the same one who once called me “basic,” stopped mid-sentence.

Amanda had done my makeup, too—flawless. Her hands were magic. She said she used to work on film sets. I believed her. She made me look like I didn’t belong in the real world.

People complimented me.
Told me I looked like a celebrity.

Until a tall man in a dark suit stood up.

His eyes locked on mine.

And everything else faded.

He walked slowly. Like he didn’t trust his legs.
And when he got close enough, he whispered,

> “Where did you get that dress?”

His voice was low. Choked. Like he couldn’t breathe.

I blinked, unsure if I should smile or run.

> “It’s my roommate’s,” I said.

His eyes widened.
He staggered back.

> “She said it was destroyed…”

Another woman came over. Older.
Sharp cheekbones. Dark red lipstick.

She looked at me like I was a ghost.

> “This is not possible. You should not be wearing that.”

The music stopped.
People were now whispering.

The tall man spoke again.

> “That’s my late wife’s dress.”

I swear the floor tilted.
Everything inside me went still.

He wasn’t just saying it was a similar dress.

He was sure.
Dead sure.
And the worst part?

He began to cry.

In front of everyone.

My manager pulled me aside.

> “You need to leave. Now.”

I stammered something. Apologized.
I grabbed my clutch and ran.

When I got home, Amanda was sitting on the couch with a bowl of popcorn and a wicked grin.

> “Fun night?”

My hands were shaking.

> “Whose dress is this, Amanda?”

She turned down the volume on the TV.

> “Does it matter? You looked good, didn’t you?”

> “They said it belonged to a dead woman!”

> “That doesn’t mean it’s haunted,” she laughed.

I didn’t sleep that night.

The man’s face. His tears.
The way Amanda smiled when I told her what happened.

None of it made sense.

So the next day, I searched.
Googled keywords.
Looked up “red dress Lekki dead model.”

And then I saw it.

A blog post. From four years ago.

"UPCOMING MODEL FOUND DEAD IN RED SATIN GOWN ON ABANDONED RUNWAY."

Her name was Chiamaka.

She looked just like me.

I kept scrolling.

Her boyfriend?

The man at the event.

Her roommate’s name?

Amanda.

My chest went ice cold.

I couldn’t breathe.

Amanda had told me she used to model.

But she never told me she lived with Chiamaka.

Never told me she was the last person to see her alive.

I stood in the bathroom, still wearing the dress, staring at myself in the mirror.

Then I noticed something—inside the gown.
A tiny stitched message on the inner lining.

"I know what you did."

I screamed.

I yanked the dress off, trembling, and threw it into the laundry basket. Then I ran to Amanda’s room…

But it was empty.

Her wardrobe?

Open.
Empty.

Her makeup kit? Gone.

Just one thing left.

A note on the mirror.

> “Thanks for the show, Tari. I knew it would fit you. The truth always does.”

And now I’m sitting here, holding my breath…

Because I just got a message from a private number.

It reads:

> “YOU LOOK JUST LIKE HER.
MEET ME AT MIDNIGHT.”

No name.

No location.

But somehow… I know who it’s from.

And I think I know why.

TO BE CONTINUED… 😳😨💔

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06/19/2025

At 12, Her Aunty Sold Her To A R!tualist After Her Parents Died, And Then The Unthinkable Happened_3️⃣

Months after Nora’s mother dîed mysteriously, her aunt Delilah who inherited all her mother’s property and promised to take care of her, turned Nora into a housemaid in her own mother’s house and refused to send her to school as promised.

So, one day, Nora was about to go to her old school and ask for help because she was desperate to go to school."
But just as she opened the gate and took her first steps onto the street, Delilah saw her and screamed her name. She rushed after her, furious.

Nora ran. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her, heading straight for the busy road nearby.

Just as she reached the expressway and was about to cross to the other side, a speeding vehicle came out of nowhere. People started screaming. The car turned sharply, and the tires made a loud screeching sound.
And in that terrîfying moment, everyone feared the wórst.

The car that nearly hít Nora came to a sudden stop at the roadside.
A well-dressed man stepped out, his face full of concern. It was Chief Lucas, a wealthy businessman known for helping orphans and the less privileged.

He looked at Nora with both shóck and care. “Young girl, why were you running so cârelessly across a busy expressway?” he asked gently.

Through her tears, Nora replied, “Ever since my mum díed, my aunt has turned me into a slàve. She refused to send me to school. I was trying to go to my old school to ask for help. Because I desperately want to go to school."

Chief Lucas was moved by her words. Without hesitation, he held her hand and said, “Come with me.”

He led Nora back to her compound and knocked on the gate. When Delilah came out, he stood tall and asked, “Madam, what exactly is your problem with this young girl?”

Delilah scoffed. “She refused to do her morning chores and insisted on going to school. That’s the prôblem.”

Chief Lucas calmly introduced himself. “I’m a philanthropist. I support orphanages, help children get an education, and even sponsor many to study abroad.”
He turned to Delilah. “I’m impressed by this girl’s determination. I want to take full responsibility for her education and well-being. Would you permit me to take her?”

Delilah narrowed her eyes. “Wait… do you mean you want to adopt her?”

“If that’s what it takes, yes. I can adopt her,” Chief Lucas replied.

A sly smile crept onto Delilah’s face. "I prefer adoption because she is a big burden to me. how much are you willing to pay?”

Chief Lucas raised a brow. “How much do you want?”

Delilah didn’t blink. “One thousand dollars,” she said coldly.

The exact amount she once begged Nora’s mother for—the same argument that ended in the tragic accîdent that took her sister’s life.

After the deal was made, Chief Lucas sent Delilah the money without delay. With no hesitation, he took Nora with him.
Nora, though sad to leave her mother's house, felt a spark of hope. She thought her sûffering was finally over. She believed that the kind-looking man who rescued her was truly her saving grace.
But she was wróng.

What she didn’t know was that she wasn’t being rescued—she was being delivered straight into dänger.

Chief Lucas was not the man he appeared to be. Behind his wealth and polished smiles hid a dark secret. He was a powerful rítualist who had traded his manhood and even sàcrificed his own wife for riches and long life. And now, his time was almost up.
He had just seven days left to live.

To extend his life, the dark powers he served gave him a chilling command, he had to sacrifice three virgin girls between the ages of 9 and 13. If he fàiled, déath would claim him without mercy.

Within days, he had already càptured two young girls. All he needed now was one more to complete the déadly ritual.

And that final girl… was Nora.
That very night, Chief Lucas made a terrîfying decision, he would sàcrifice Nora before dawn to save his own life.

While Nora was peacefully sleeping, he crept into her room and blew a strange, dark powder over her face. It was a mysterious substance that fórced her into a deep, lífeless sleep.

Without wasting time, he carried her and the two other girls—both barely conscious—to his secret øccult altar, hidden deep within the forest.
As soon as Chief Lucas stepped into the altar grounds with the girls, something terríble and unimaginable happened. Something that shocked the entire town😱😱😱....SO , WHAT DO YOU THINK HAPPENED? Please follow.

06/19/2025

HANDSOME DRIVER ACCIDENTALLY SLEPT OFF IN BILLIONAIRE'S DAUGHTER'S ROOM— EPISODE: 3

But Arya only grew bolder. One night, she faked a twisted ankle and asked Liam to help her to her room. The moment his hand touched hers, their chemistry ignited. He tried to resist, but the way she looked at him, full of trust and longing, melted his resolve. He helped her sit, but just as he turned to leave, she said, "Stay, just until I fall asleep.
" Liam hesitated, then sat on the edge of her bed. Minutes turned into hours. Her head fell softly against his shoulder as she dozed off. When he finally stood to leave, he tucked her in gently. He didn't know that a hidden camera installed by Mr. Carrington's private security had captured everything.
The footage was discreetly delivered to Mr. Carrington, who exploded in rage. He summoned his lawyer and made plans to terminate Liam's contract. But before taking action, he decided to confront his daughter. That morning, over breakfast, he coldly slid a tablet across the table to Arya. Her face pald as she watched the footage.
She looked up, calm, but defiant. There's nothing inappropriate in that video. I asked him to stay with me. So what? Mr. Carrington's voice was cold. You are a Carrington. You will not throw away your life for someone who parks your car. Arya stood up. Maybe he parks cars, but at least he doesn't act like he owns the world.
Fire him and I walk out of this house. Her father was stunned. Arya had always been stubborn, but never rebellious. The game had changed. This wasn't just attraction anymore. It was war of the heart. Mr. Carrington didn't fire Liam immediately, choosing instead to test the seriousness of their bond. He assigned Liam a night shift, far from area's usual schedule, hoping distance would kill the connection.
But absence only made things more intense. Arya started sneaking out during Liam's night shift just to see him. One night, she appeared by the car garage wearing a hoodie and a cheeky grin. "M

06/19/2025

Poor Girl Was Accused of Stealing in the Mall ,But the Rich Man Said She Was His Fiancée
Episode 2

The next day,Kamsi couldn’t stop replaying everything in her mind—the chaos,the accusation,and most of all,the stranger who called her his fiancée.She didn’t know his name,didn’t know why he helped her,yet here she was,standing in front of a golden gate,a security man asking,“Are you Miss Kamsi?He’s expecting you.”
She nodded,still in disbelief.Her blouse was ironed,her one pair of jeans freshly washed,sandals shining from over-polishing.She had received a call that morning from an unknown number with a polite invitation to visit “Mr.Richard’s residence.”She almost didn’t go.But curiosity and confusion won.
The mansion was breathtaking.Marble floors,glass staircases,framed artworks—it felt like she was walking inside a dream.And there he was,in the living room,in a black turtleneck and grey trousers,sipping wine like a king.
“Sit,”he said warmly.
“I came to say thank you,”Kamsi began.“You didn’t need to do all that for me.”
He raised a hand.“What happened yesterday wasn’t right.And I don’t believe in watching injustice.”
She lowered her eyes.“Still,you went too far…calling me your fiancée.”
He chuckled.“I had to get their attention.And it worked,didn’t it?”
She managed a smile,but her hands were trembling inside her lap.
“I want to make you a proposal,”he said.
Her heart skipped.
“I’m tired of gold-diggers,of fake smiles and empty conversations.My parents want me to get married soon.But I want someone real.Someone with fire in her eyes,like you.I want us to fake a relationship.”
Her jaw dropped.“What?”
“We’ll make them believe we’re dating,maybe even engaged.I’ll pay you monthly.You’ll live here,attend events with me.In public,you’ll be mine.In private,you’ll be free.No obligations,just respect and honesty.”
Kamsi stood,heart racing.“That’s insane.You don’t know me.”
“I know enough.You’re brave,honest,and you didn’t cry for pity yesterday.You cried for dignity.”
“I’m not for sale.”
“I’m not buying you.I’m offering you safety,a home,and a chance to rise from what the world expects of you.”
Tears welled up in her eyes.The job interview she missed because of yesterday’s mess…the bills…the medicine her brother needed…
“I’ll think about it,”she whispered.
He nodded.“I’ll wait.”
Outside the mansion,she paused,looking back.Her entire life could change if she said yes.But at what cost?And why did a part of her heart already feel tied to him?

TO BE CONTINUED...

06/05/2025

A lady summon a demon to her room one night.

Amada, a pregnant woman in her twenties sat on the wooden bed in her husband's hut, it was early in the evening she wasn't doing anything serious.

She had prepared the food her husband will eat when he comes back. You know how pregnant woman do get tired easily 😀, Amada was tired.

She decided to relax herself on the bed, as she laid on it, her hands brush a hard cover placed beneath the bed.

Curious, she took it out and found out it was a book.

The book was old, too old it's emitting the smell of decayed papers.

The cover was brown and the paper brownish yellow.

Nothing was written on the cover but a symbol was inscribed on it.

It looks like a person used knife or a sharp objects to craft it out.

She stared at it in a strange way.

Her husband was a hunter, he has no connection with books. Who could have put it there?

She flipped the pages open and saw some writing written in her own language.

" Messenger from the abyss" she read out.

She felt something strange.

The child in her tommy kicked.

She paused for a moment before she continues.

She jumped to the next line,

" Called to..."

She wasn't able to finish it, she developed pain in her stomach.

The pain grew much more, she couldn't stand up she felt the surroundings moving in a zigzag manner.

The book fell off her hands, her eyes became heavy.

She fell on the floor groaning in pain but she felt a hand carried her back to the bed and cover her with a blanket, probably her husband she thought.

When it was in the morning, she noticed her husband didn't come home the previous night...

What happened? Who could have carried her?

05/23/2025

MASTER MISTAKENLY SLEEPS WITH HIS HOUSEMAID
CHAPTER 5

"FROM HOUSEMAID TO HOUSEWIFE' "

© GAMBO ELVIS

Then he was shocked, "But how did she get pregnant when she lives in my house and hardly goes out."

Immediately he was confused and dialed his wife's number,

"Hello Cheri,"

"Sweet heart, this one you called me at this time, anything wrong?"

"It's about Jaila,"

"What about her," his wife wondered and he asked,

"Did you noticed anything unusual about her. You are always there with her when I am at work,"

"But you know I am so busy, anything wrong with her,"

"She was not feeling fine this morning and I rushed her to the hospital. Just to call the doctor later and was told that Jaila is pregnant."

"What! immediately, I returned from my tour, I am going to fire her,"

"Let's hear from her first,"

"Just wait for me to come back, don't confront her yet."

And when the master got back home, he discovered the doctor never even told her; she thought she was sick not knowing it was signs of early pregnancy. So when he asked,

"Did the doctor write any report,"

"No sir, he only told me he will get to you first. He just said I should avoid so much stress and gave me these drugs."

Then she waited for a few days before understanding something was wrong with her, she was wondering what the doctor must have told him.

So when his wife returned home he didn't hesitate to find out who was responsible for her pregnancy.

"Jaila, who is responsible for your pregnancy,"

"I am not pregnant madam,"

"You are lying to me, if you don't want me to send you packing, tell me who is responsible for your pregnancy,"

"No man has touched me for the past three months."

"Who are you deceiving, if you don't want to talk then pack out of my house,"

But her husband interrupted, "Take it easy darling,"

"I didn't know I was pregnant madam,"

"Yes the doctor never told her," Mr. Beri added and it was at that moment that she understood what was going on.

"I am sorry madam, but if it is true I am pregnant, sorry about that madam. It was a mistake madam,"

"How can you be pregnant by mistake? What will you tell the child in your womb, that he or she was a mistake,"

Then she got inside the room., while her husband was still standing there, he pleaded with her,

"Though I am disappointed with you, can you at least tell me who is responsible for your pregnancy."

At that moment she reflected and remembered the incident three months ago, when the master was drunk and slept with her by mistake in her room. She started sobbing.

"Come on," he comforted her, "You can always talk to me, just tell me who is responsible for your pregnancy,"

"Like I said, it was a mistake. Please promise you will not send me out,"

"You have been working in my house for years now, what happened."

"It was a mistake,"

"How can you be pregnant by mistake? Just say you became pregnant out of wedlock."

TBC...

05/23/2025

MASTER MISTAKENLY SLEEPS WITH HIS HOUSEMAID
CHAPTER 8

© GAMBO ELVIS

So Mr. Beri, Jaila's master decided to go find out from the doctor; suggested by his wife as family therapist, if he could truly father a child that easily. He instructed his housemaid,

"Don't let anyone, even your closest friend or mother know about this."

"Ok sir."

"And don't do anything to make my wife suspicious."

Mr. Beri was so tense when he got to the Family doctor, though he tried not to portray it on his facial expression. He bashed into the doctor's office after knocking, like he had an issue with the door, though just a piece of furniture.

"Welcome sir,"

"Thank you doctor,"

"You don't look good sir, hope everything is well? How is madam?"

"I don't know whether, I am the one who is mad, my wife or you doctor,"

"I don't understand you sir,"

"One of us is insane."

"What is the matter sir?" the doctor was confused why he sounded like that: He has never seen him in such a mood. Then Mr. Beri sternly asked,

"My wife persuaded me to hire you, and you are the same person who tendered a medical report stating that the reason she was not getting pregnant was because I was having issues of low s***m count,"

"Of course sir,"

"I slept with my wife countless times with no fruit in her womb to prove my endless efforts, but just one mistake with another woman and It's like she is pregnant,"

"What do you mean sir,"

"Don't let me find out from another doctor that your report was fake, falsified or not well conducted; you will surely lose your job and end up in jail,"

"Not come to that sir,"

"Then start talking," the man panicked and said, "It was your wife who asked me to make it look like you were the problem,"

"My wife, someone who has been pretending as if she desperately wants a child,"

"It was her sir,"

"Are you sleeping with my wife?"

"No sir,"

"Then what did she give you to lie to a fellow man like me? It is a very expensive lie you know "

"She paid me a million Francs,"

"For you to stop the existence of my lineage for

05/23/2025

MASTER MISTAKENLY SLEEPS WITH HIS HOUSEMAID
CHAPTER 8

© GAMBO ELVIS

So Mr. Beri, Jaila's master decided to go find out from the doctor; suggested by his wife as family therapist, if he could truly father a child that easily. He instructed his housemaid,

"Don't let anyone, even your closest friend or mother know about this."

"Ok sir."

"And don't do anything to make my wife suspicious."

Mr. Beri was so tense when he got to the Family doctor, though he tried not to portray it on his facial expression. He bashed into the doctor's office after knocking, like he had an issue with the door, though just a piece of furniture.

"Welcome sir,"

"Thank you doctor,"

"You don't look good sir, hope everything is well? How is madam?"

"I don't know whether, I am the one who is mad, my wife or you doctor,"

"I don't understand you sir,"

"One of us is insane."

"What is the matter sir?" the doctor was confused why he sounded like that: He has never seen him in such a mood. Then Mr. Beri sternly asked,

"My wife persuaded me to hire you, and you are the same person who tendered a medical report stating that the reason she was not getting pregnant was because I was having issues of low s***m count,"

"Of course sir,"

"I slept with my wife countless times with no fruit in her womb to prove my endless efforts, but just one mistake with another woman and It's like she is pregnant,"

"What do you mean sir,"

"Don't let me find out from another doctor that your report was fake, falsified or not well conducted; you will surely lose your job and end up in jail,"

"Not come to that sir,"

"Then start talking," the man panicked and said, "It was your wife who asked me to make it look like you were the problem,"

"My wife, someone who has been pretending as if she desperately wants a child,"

"It was her sir,"

"Are you sleeping with my wife?"

"No sir,"

"Then what did she give you to lie to a fellow man like me? It is a very expensive lie you know "

"She paid me a million Francs,"

"For you to stop the existence of my lineage for just a million, you must not only be foolish but mad"

"What were her reasons for doing that?"

"She said she was not yet ready to start bearing kids,"

"What!" he was shocked and asked,

"Why was she not ready to have kids,"

"You can ask her sir, she refused telling me the reason."

He left furiously and drove recklessly back home to go confront his wife. He almost knocked down a lady who was not prudent crossing the road because he was furious, unhappy and disturbed,

"If you are looking for someone to sacrifice for your money ritual, I will not be the one," the woman insulted him adding more flames to his fury,

"Hello, did you even look before crossing the road, stop being rude,"

"I beg mister, carry your back luck away."

He was insulted by the lady who was crossing the road carelessly. So he headed home with so much rage.

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TBC.

05/23/2025

KIND WAITER WAS FIRED FOR FEEDING A PREGNANT BEGGAR

EPISODE 8

…Amaka felt the air leave her lungs. He was laughing with a man, clearly one of the university lecturers. Her hands began to tremble. She quickly looked down, praying he wouldn’t see her. But fate, as always, had its plans.

“Excuse me…” came the voice, deep, smooth, unmistakable. She looked up slowly. He was standing right in front of her. Their eyes locked. And in that moment, Chuka froze. His lips parted in disbelief. “Amaka…?” Amaka swallowed hard. “Chuka.”

For a moment, neither spoke. “I—I can't believe this,” he finally blotted out. “You… You look amazing. I mean, wow. I don’t even know what to say.” Amaka nodded politely, trying to keep her composure. “You don’t have to say much.” Chuka ran a hand over his beard, still staring at her. “What are you doing here? Are you—are you a student?”

“Yes, Final year,” she said. Chuka paused, studying her face. “You’re angry. I don’t blame you,” he said, his voice softer now. “I am sorry for how things turned out. I was scared and unprepared” “I’m sorry, Amaka. I really am.” There was an awkward silence.

“I got married,” he added quietly, as if that would soften the moment. “She’s wonderful… but we haven’t been able to have kids.” Amaka’s heart squeezed, but she kept her face still. “I wish you well,” she said simply, after which she picked her bag and walked away,

Chuka stood there, watching her go, unaware that the biggest part of his past had just walked away again, this time on her terms. Months later, it was convocation day and Amaka was very excited. The university campus buzzed with excitement as students beamed in their robes, and proud parents took photos with their graduating children

Amaka stood in her deep blue convocation gown flowing around her. She had Chisom, her father, Chief Umeh, Madam Ngozi, Mama Joy and Juliet all standing beside her, beaming with joy. Madam Ngozi, gently adjusting Chisom’s socks and whispering prayers under her breath.

Just then, Chisom ran to her, arms wide o

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