LOGIN"It all started with a private text" They were two strangers They met on WhatsApp group Follow both strangers in their relationship from strangers to friends and from friends to lovers. In the midst of love, hatred, jealousy, obsession, betrayal, lies and diversities...
View MoreHis mother was like mine; always talking. His mother bombarded me with an unlimited question which I was zoning in and out of her questions, unable to answer all. Her name was Hawau but she was called Hajia. I thought I and her would become BFF like my mom. Partners in crime. She told me that she was Alhaji - Zain's father's second wife but she was the one who took care of Zain and his siblings. His mother died when he was young.And I also talked with the other girls; Sumayya, Fatimah, Maryam, Balkiss... I'd forgotten most of their names. "Riyah, the food is ready," one of the girls said, I wasn't able to differentiate them because they all look alike. There were various types of food - pounded yam and egusi, Tuwon Alqama and so on in the tray. I was already salivating, the food was served in a large tray, I was wondering whether I
We sat together on the bus, the bus was very relaxing and comfortable. I thought it worth its price.It was my first time travelling at night and travelling to a far distance without my mum. Mum would never have accepted if not because of Zain. I trusted my momShe was too dramatic, typically a Yoruba mother; always dramatic queen.Muhammad sat between us; separating both of us. The boy was very energetic and lively, he never stopped disturbing, playing and laughing. I laughed at whatever he said or did. But the beautiful specimen beside me was making me fidgeted on my seat because he continued to stare at me as if I was a trophy. He couldn't even lower his gaze!"He never takes a liking at someone so quick like how he is to you" He broke the silence between us."Uh...?" I replied dumbfounded not getting what he meant.He laughed
Since his confession to me, he never talked about it again and I never talked anything about it but it still baffled me! I stylishly asked my friends their view about it saying it in third person point of view but those fools said it was alright and there was nothing new under the sky. Nothing new my ass!, I thought. I didn't really know him personally as in meeting him in person but I'd been hearing and seeing people falling in love through cyber and ended up marrying each other but for me, it was not possible!. A big F9!. Arggh...my brain volunteer shut down whenever I heard his voice...Stupid, right? I'd registered for Gce and jamb, unlike my first exam. I'd call my papers with flying colours. I scored above 250 in my jambI didn't choose the southwest university but chose th
*Me* Hey Abu Muhammad*Zain* Hi umu Muhammad*Me* Are you okay? ? *Zain* Yes, I'mWait, what do you think or say about the second wife or affairs?*Me* I've nothing to say about it duh*Zain* Can you marry a married man?*Me* Sincerely, there's nothing I can do if that's what's written for me but I never pray to be a second wife!!!*Zain* Why??*Me* Most of the second wives are house wrecker, sincerely I've seen and heard a lot and mom happened to be a victim of it.*Zain* Oh sorry!!!. *Me* Why sorry? *Zain* Nothing. Can I ask why do you think they are home wreckers? *Me* My dad had an affair with her best friend which almost make both of them divorce each other. It really affected I and my brothers till now. *Zain* Oh





