LOGINMeet habiba your average teenage girl who is looking for redemption and peace in her life and she believes it's all in her past. Join her in her journey of love, lost, hate, and betrayal on her mission to find out who she really was?, Or even better who she really was? Is her past the answer? Will this really be over soon?, Find out in *FINDING MY PAST*
View More“Haabibaaa haarunna” a deep and loud voice shouted from behind me.And all of a sudden I felt this blood rich through my veins, this peace calling my name, this wave of rage, and I stopped and turns back.“ habiba, habiba get down you full” an angry voice screened while dragging my skirt.I know this place it's a... it's my.... it's... me“ I am sorry, sorry " I shouted“Nooooo, no no no no, I don't, I don't”I was both scared and afraid but deep down I knew how this ends with me waking up and vibrating with my heart jumping out of me, with me being afraid.************“ habiba why are you screaming mom asked as she heats my ass as hard as ever“ Hmmmm um mom” still sleepy, I said as I was stretching my body's core.“Habiba why are you?” she looked worried, and she did not complete her statement.
"two girls were l reported dead yesterday of drug overdose, in the country's capital I don't know if you can go and check it out love" she sounded anxious, but still where does she get all this news from, I am curious."okay, where are their bodies" I am getting interested, but still mom lived in Lagos so how does she know about things that happen in abuja before I do"the police has lined the whole place and they will begin searching for their history and families tomorrow" she added"OK, let me know when you get more info, I will see what I can do to come with the news team" I assured as I was now the lead reporter and so I can do and undo, *nop I am just a mere reporter, cos you know what I have an over seer for a boss* like mine, you don't have any power.I went straight to the reporting section as I don't want any body to notice me today, I filled the form a
“Dear habiba if you want to know more about your past and who you are come to the shopping complex you and your mom just left now, I will be waiting for you, make sure you come alone, I said come alone, do not bring anyone with you, am I understood”*dumdum dum* yes that is the sound of the drum that was planted into my heart by this message, I can't believe that someone is offering to tell me something but what?, I don't think I am interested, it means someone has been following me the whole day, maybe my whole life, oh God I am scared, but the truth is I would like to know every thing about my past, but I don't want to go somewhere to meet someone that I don't know, I mean the person might be a reporter for all I know, the person might be a thief for all I know.*Habiba dummy* my subconsciousness said, I know we want to know about our past but don't you think, we can do better, I mean don't you think asking the people that you grew up with would h
Yes you know who came in my ugly, rude and lady boss, Mrs. Okafir, what the heck was she doing here.“What are you doing here?” I asked who the fuck does she think she is, what is she looking for in my house, why did she not call or wait for tom.“Honey what's it, can't I come to pay you a visit, you seem stressed out can I help you with anything I mean anything, why can't you understand that you work for me and I have something for you to do " she answered with a very heavy smile*bitch* get out of my house or I would have to get you out by myself, who does she think she is.“Come in_in” I instructed, she entered the room and sat down on my chair that was a one man's chair which two people could hardly squeeze in, if she was a man I would try to squeeze in with her, but she was a “she” and the way she was seated I don't think she is ready to share, which was okay as I would not have even if my job depended on it.





