LOGINOmotara is a boarding school student who does her best to keep away from boys, but when the vulgar mixed-race boy steps into her life, she can't but add him to all of her problems-one being her cancerous roommate had died strangely. Things would get ugly when Omotara notices some traces of suspicion or apprehension amongst her friends about her roommate's murder. But one of them is about to be snatched by death again. Just who would it be? Cover by @Mr_Me-sterious
View More"Omotara? Omotara?" My eyes slit open. I couldn't see—it was all blurs and greys. I blinked and shifted on the quite comfy surface I was laid on. The smell of coffee sifting into my nose."Darling?..."I hummed and moaned as I regained as I turned and squirmed in my sleepy state of utter unconsciousness. My eyes slowly wound open. I could've sworn right at that moment, I saw my spirit jump out of my body, bidding me farewell for standing in front of me was the woman I feared the most in my life! Her unconventionally pretty face was configured into a worried look that made her all the more pretty, and her glossy lips slashed upwards. Then her mole—the nasty black pimple that refused to go—tugged up with the rest of her skin."Mum!" I quickly sat up. Turns out in the process I scattered the white bed spread I laid on."C
I frowned, then scowled; then anger took over. "You're not thinking straight!" I lashed at him. "You're a fool to think so. Ah, ah!""Or you are the bigger fool, Omotara." He snapped back and stared at me with his characteristic bored eyes, then his countenance changed to that of seriousness as his eyes burned in mine. "You're a big fool to have seen those gashes on her wrists and not have suspected a thing.""Those gashes?" I murmured to myself in puzzlement. "Those gashes. She fell in a gutter. She fell... I practically tended to her wound."He shook his head and mimicked me. "You practically tended to her wound..." Motioning his head the way Bollywood actors did in ZeeWorld movies."You killed that girl." He puzzled me. I... Why did he keep on saying that! I was d
"What do you possibly know that I don't." I toned up challengingly as though I was going to fight him any minute. Maybe I would.He quickly licked his lips conspicuously which had obviously dried and crackled. "You really want to know.""Of course, yes. I have every right to know. Why would you even tell me if I wouldn't want to know" I paused, stopping myself from being sassy and insensitive, I've been that for the past few weeks now. "Martin, please tell me." I waited in perfect silence."I'm sorry if I sounded crazy, Omotara, I just want you to know that I've really got your back, you don't have to—""Go on with the news, Martin." I couldn't help but recognize how I sounded like Fatima there.He sighed, "would you at least sit down first?""There are n
"Cancer is not who I am." She steadied her gaze on me. "Cancer is just a part of my life o." I quickly turned away in embarrassment as my hobby for the past seven days had been to stare-stare at her. Stare at the girl that had cancer like she was some new state of the art facility. I compulsorily glanced back."I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I was just... meditating."I had been lost in thought staring at her on her top bunk while trying to come to terms with the fact that coincidentally she was my new roommate and much more coincidentally, that the girl 'I had saved'- as the doctor had put it when I was leaving the hospital a week ago-was my roommate too!Alright, this doesn't add up!"No problem o, Mister Lukumon."





