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GOODBYE MY LOVE(short story)

GOODBYE MY LOVE(short story)

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[color=green]GOODBYE MY LOVE – Episode 1[/color]


I walked into the training auditorium at a Zenith Bank Branch on Adetokumbo Ademola Crescent on Victoria Island, Lagos. Clad in my older brother’s suit, which he had graciously lent me for work in the meantime, I picked my steps carefully, stopping every now and again to examine my outfit. I wanted to look my best on my first day at work. “Are you here for the new staff training?” A lady in her late twenties asked me. She wore a splendid smile on her face, a white long sleeve top, a black suit on top of the white top and a black mini skirt to match. Her hair glistened against a backdrop of the fluorescent light on the ceiling right above her. “Yes, I am,” I answered. “You are welcome to Zenith bank,” she said still smiling. “My name is Linda Usifo.

Here is your training pack. You are around in time. If you keep that up, you will go far in Zenith,” she urged me. “Thanks,” I said, taking the pack from her. I could not help but take notice of her ravishing beauty, especially when that elegant smile hugged the breadth of her face. She stood delicately atop a pair of high-heeled shoes, methodically balancing herself with admirable grace. “I am Cletus Onah,” I said, managing to quieten the swarm of butteries that were running rampage in my stomach. “Pleased to meet you,” she said with a phonetic tone that made you wonder if she had just returned from London or the US. Of course, I knew it was learned behavior – Effizy! Anyway, I perceived the soothing waft of her perfume – it surrounded her immediate vicinity. I tried to smile, but I could not be sure whether my face formed a smile or a frown. First day jitters at a new job – first time job I should say, you know. I had grown up in the Southeast – besides, I was shy, reserved and quiet. I say this with every sense of humility; I always knew that I was a smart dude, but at the same time, a somewhat shy guy. Yes, I have always been introverted and somewhat withdrawn.

This is Lagos, I thought to myself. I hope they will post me to the Southeast after the training; I wondered…or rather prayed, as I was not particularly cut out for Lagos Ajibo levels! The auditorium was air conditioned, but I was sweating like a Christmas goat headed for the abattoir. I found a spot and tucked myself in. The world of Banking, here I come – from Biochemistry to Banking; that is the Nigerian job market for you. I was pleased to have landed a job at a time when everyone else I graduated with was struggling. Soon, other people began to show up.

The room quickly filled up with seventy trainees – all new employees of the bank. I heard phonetic-laden tones all over the auditorium. Everyone was keen to impress. “Hi, I am Amara,” she said as she took the spot beside me. She looked self-assured, happy and fun. The tone of her voice smacked of vivacity. She was not the type to speak with learned phonetics – she was my type. “I am Cletus,” I replied, smiling broadly this time. “Where are you from?” I asked her. “She took a deep breath, and wiped the sweat that was hanging perilously on her forehead. “Everyone here seems to have just arrived from London,” she joked in a low tone. “I am from Anambra State and I studied at Nnamdi Azikiwe University.” “I studied at Enugu State University,” I said excitedly. Nnamdi Azikiwe University was not far from my University, Enugu State University. “And, I am from Enugu State,” I added. “I am glad to find another non-ajibo like myself here,” she teased. “Excuse me, is anyone sitting here?” A girl asked the guy behind us.

Her phonetics exploded like a ballistic missile, erupting violently through the auditorium. She carried herself like Queen Elizabeth, hanging her hands as though they had never touched a thing…ever! “She sounds like she has never been to the toilet,” Amara teased, whispering into my ear. I choked as I tried to laugh quietly. I could not help but draw a lungful of the heavenly fragrance of her perfume. “But seriously, that is what she sounds like. Why is everyone here acting like they are made of gold? I guess they were all born with a silver spoon in their mouths. As for me, I was born with a dagger in my mouth, and I am proud of it – a haggard, rusty dagger for that matter. The dagger allowed me to cut through the travails of life,” Amara continued to drop rib-cracking lines. I had my hand over my mouth while leaning over the desk as I laughed hard. “I too, was born with a big machete in my mouth and I carry it everywhere I go,” I replied after gathering myself from the raucous laughter. Soon, there was a trainer on the podium. Amara had helped settle my nerves. I was feeling better – not sweating as much anymore.

“You are all privileged to have joined the Zenith family,” the lady on the podium announced. She was dressed in typical white long sleeves; black suit and black skirt that hung over her knees. She wore a plastic smile on her face as she spoke. She was no doubt, a beautiful woman. A pair of massive earrings hung at the tips of her ears like giant mangoes latching delicately onto slender stalks during mango season. “Today, I will be talking to you about the zenith culture,” she continued. Quite frankly, she spoke eloquently afterwards. I was impressed with the depth of her knowledge and intelligence. At break time, I was looking forward to hanging out with Amara. Then, all of a sudden, some other guy took my spot.

I had gone to the bathroom, and by the time I returned, he was sitting near Amara, talking with exuberance; his hands waving like an opera conductor. He was eager to show off his phonetics too, like every other trainee. I was not one to tussle over a girl, so I found another spot to have a quiet lunch. I could not stop looking at them though; hoping Amara was not impressed by him. “Hi, I am Gwendolyn,” some girl said to me smiling…artificially. “I am Cletus, I said spinning around to face her. “So, where did you study? Obafemi Awolowo University Ife? University of Lagos? University of Ibadan? University of Benin? Or University of Jos?” The way she pronounced, Obafemi Awolowo University Ife, it took me a good one minute to process it before I could figure out what she meant. She was a newbie in the world of phonetics. I was put off right away. Why would she choose those Universities up front? “There are many other Universities in Nigeria, besides the ones you mentioned,”

I pointed out. “Those are the best…the most significant,” she said emphatically. “I take it you went to one of those Universities, right?” “Yes, I am an economics graduate of Obafemi Awolowo University Ife,” she answered with pride written boldly over her face. “Have you heard of Enugu State University before,” I said rather sarcastically. “No, but I guess it is in Enugu State.” “That is impressive; you really figured that out,” I added with a hint of sarcasm…and anger. “It was easy. You see, I graduated at the top of my class with second class upper,” she added, singing like a bird that had overfed itself on nectar and insects. The more I discussed with her, the more I wanted to walk over to the guy who took my spot beside Amara and whack him hard over the head. “I am surprised they served us bony meat,” Gwendolyn added with the look on her face that suggested she had just eaten a frog. It is goat meat, girl!!! I wanted to yell at her. Goat meat, my favorite meat, and this is Nigeria…we don’t debone meat here – not yet! Besides, I like to munch my meat down to the bone and where possible, descend on the bone, gently and steadily until I crush it into ne particles, and then squeeze every drop of the calcium-inundated marrow out with German-like efficiency. The taste of calcium mixed with the marrow – yummy!!! In defiance, I began to work on my bone. The bank had served us an excellent lunch of pounded yam and bitter leaf soup, laden with goat meat. What more could you ask for? “We don’t eat bony meat in my house,” she added. “We import custom-deboned meat of all sorts from London,” she added as she continued to make a fool of herself. My goodness! Could I smack this Barbie straight in the face? I wondered. “Actually, going back to the point, I left university with a first class in Biochemistry, and I understand the essence of calcium for strong bones. That is the reason I am showing no mercy to these bones,” I said rather nonchalantly (which was completely true), as I peeled off the last bit of meat off a piece of bone before going to work on the bone itself, sinking my razor-sharp teeth into it like a lion devouring prey in the African savannah. “Stop doing that! People must think you are a dog. Who eats bone?” She asked, making her face as though she had stepped into a pile of fecal matter. “I do!” I reiterated as I sucked out a lump of marrow from the bone. I looked across the lounge and sighted Amara sinking her teeth into a piece of meat and bone. A satisfying smile graced my face…It was gratifying to know that I was not alone. I finished munching on my meat and bone, washed my hands and left the table. I was keen to avoid Gwendolyn for the rest of the training period; one month to be precise.

[color=blue]STORY CONTINUES..[/color]
23 Nov 2017 | 06:29
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following [hr] fast links to available episodes Episode 2&3 Episode 4 the end
23 Nov 2017 | 06:38
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Nice start. @ladyg pls dnt say goodbye to ur love @pesman oo. @fridex i must not hear u say goodbye to @qeenvick
23 Nov 2017 | 06:54
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Seated
23 Nov 2017 | 06:57
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@sanctus4real is it true that @denciebabe is on maternal leave?
23 Nov 2017 | 07:00
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Following
23 Nov 2017 | 07:17
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Continue
23 Nov 2017 | 07:18
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Ride on
23 Nov 2017 | 07:45
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Thanks @fb-mhizillygold i trust @fridex he wont dare say good bye
23 Nov 2017 | 08:39
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Lols...
23 Nov 2017 | 10:56
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next
23 Nov 2017 | 11:08
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Thank you @fb-mhizlilygold @Ladyg is mine forever! @itzprince my guy pls Continue with the tori.
23 Nov 2017 | 11:36
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na wa oooo as everybody were forming Londoner
23 Nov 2017 | 12:55
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@fb-mhizlilygold ME, say goodbye to my one and only @qeenvick NEVER!
23 Nov 2017 | 14:21
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lol yes ooo my dear d Lord ve done it for us... @denciebabe my love z on maternity leave @fb-mhizlilygold.. @fb-mhizlilygold am a good shooter so I dare not miss my arrow when ever I shoot
23 Nov 2017 | 14:26
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@sanctus4real plenty gbosa for u oo
23 Nov 2017 | 15:36
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Wow! The first episode was massive, thrilling and very impressive. Pls continue in this manner.... Fake people everywhere... Lol!
23 Nov 2017 | 15:48
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Nice one dear, @fb-mhizlilygold we wont say goodbye 2 each other, @pesman we ar in dis together,lets jst leave Elton John wit his song abeg, baby mi @sanctus4real nothin does u, fire dey go, i dey one corner dey wacth u live.
23 Nov 2017 | 16:08
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[color=green]GOODBYE MY LOVE – Episode 2[/color] The next day, I placed my note on the seat beside me to make sure that Amara had a spot to sit right beside me when she arrived. As with the first day, I was the first to arrive at the training auditorium. Linda was already there. I wondered if she slept in the building. She still had that ravishing smile on her face and an acquired foreign phoneh (phonetic expression) on her sumptuous lips. “You are the first to arrive for training for the second day running,” she remarked. “Am I? I asked. “Yes, no one else has arrived yet.” “I am surprised,” I answered. Honestly, I was fagged out – tired like an overworked horse. The previous day, I rode home on a Zenith staff bus. It took hours to weave through typical Lagos traffic. I got home sometime around 10:00PM. I managed to eat, x a meal for my older brother in whose apartment I was living at the time, and then made sure my breakfast was ready for the morning. Then, I did a bit of laundry and studied my training notes before hitting the sac. Yes, we had to take tests…written tests during the training and as a first class graduate, I felt I had to ‘represent’, so I studied as though I was writing my final exam at university all over. By morning, I was up at 4:00AM. I was sleep-deprived, but I had to keep going. Zenith staff bus left my area at 5:30AM for Victoria Island, so I had to be there early enough to catch the bus… After placing my note beside me, I laid my head on the desk with the hope of catching up on missed sleep. That was not to happen. I would not complain though. I was quickly woken up by Amara’s tender touch on my neck. I was dreaming of her when I felt her sweet tender touch. I raised my head and she was smiling down on me…beautifully. “Someone did not sleep well last night!” She said in her characteristic ebullient style. “I really needed the sleep,” I replied. “I am afraid, you are not getting it. Not before you talk to me,” she said sinking into the seat beside me. I felt the warmth of her voluptuous body piercing delicately through her suit and hitting my body with velvety gentleness. I will speak to you with all my heart and soul, even though sleep is haunting down my eyes with ‘resilient dedication’ I thought to myself. “How was your ride home?” I asked. “It was great, Cletus. You won’t believe what the guy who sat beside me during lunch yesterday was saying. Seriously, is there anyone here who is not acting as though their father was Bill Gates? I mean, there has to be some people with humble beginnings like me, or those who don’t care to aunt their parents’ wealth…humble people!!!” Amara was not impressed. The guy must have tried to entice her with lies or empty wealth. “You are looking at one,” I replied smiling. “My parents do not custom-order deboned meat from London…In their dreams, that is. We buy our goat meat from the market in Enugu, to be precise. That is, when we can afford meat,” I emphasized jokingly. “Where did you get that one from? Custom-order meat from London? Who does that?” “Yes, deboned meat for that matter. I learned that one yesterday. Empty lies!!! The girl who sat beside me at lunch was keen to impress me with that one, while I was busy crushing the bones in my goat meat with ‘ecstatic joy’.” “That is appalling. This guy would not let me hear anything yesterday. He kept going on about his limousine which had not arrived in Lagos yet. I can’t go around town after starting my new job at Zenith without my limousine, he said arrogantly. I swear he has never seen a limousine. Those who own limousines don’t brag about them. I wish you had returned to supplant him from the seat beside me.” “I wish so too, my dear. I did not want to make trouble. Anyway, here I am now, seated beside your sweet succulent body,” I replied with a cheeky smile on my face. Somehow, being around Amara seemed to melt my shyness away, mystically. I had the inexplicable power to express myself around her in an energizing manner. “Please don’t step an inch away from me at lunch time,” she replied. “I will build my humble castle in your heart so you can take me wherever you go. When braggarts come calling, I will not only sit firmly beside you like rock of Gibraltar, but I will be residing deep within your soul.” She turned her neck slightly, peered into my eyes and said, “You are good with words and I like it. I want your lips to press against mine as soon as you and I can find a quiet place to hold each other’s hands and listen to our hearts breath rhythmically in concordance with each other.” “Where have you been?” I asked her. The auditorium was slowly filling up, but we ignored everyone else and conversed in low, muffled tones. “I have been around…everywhere, searching for you.” “I crossed seven seas and rivers, roamed the wilderness and traversed perilous caves searching for you…now that I can perceive the waft of your angelic perfume caressing the cells of my nostrils, gently; and the touch of your skin against mine…I know it was worth it. It was worth the search and the wait.” “What are we doing?” Amara asked smiling. “I am not dreaming, Amara. I am serious. You are… You are simply unique. I have prayed and hoped that there was a girl like you in this whole wide world. Now, I am thrilled to have you beside me.” She smiled, placed her hand on my knee below the desk. She said nothing but her touch spoke volumes to me. I could feel electric waves…good ones rocketing through her body and permeating mine with pleasure-infused power. We would look at each other momentarily and smile. Peace – that is the word to describe the unique and empowering feeling between us…the connection that ran amok like strong ocean currents between us, serenely. “So, what is your hubby?” The first instructor for the day asked in the middle of her lecture. “Reading!” “Travelling!” “Watching movies!” “Listening to music.” “Hanging out with friends!” People were spewing out their hubbies – some were real while most were fake – as hands sprouted eagerly in the air. “Do you know my hubby?” Amara asked me. She was whispering. “No.” She leaned towards me and whispered into my ear. “Sleeping. I dare not say that to these fake people. Never you mention it to anyone.” I laughed gently. “Your secret is safe with me, dear. By the way, I am very sleepy. I am going to the restroom to get some rest.” “To the what?” “I will tell you later. Take some notes, my dear. I will borrow your notes later.” I dragged my tired body up, reluctantly though. I still wanted to feel Amara’s touch and aura beside me, but I did not want to be caught sleeping during a lecture. I walked slowly to the end of the auditorium, opened the door gently and walked quietly into the hallway. I went to the bathroom, locked the door firmly behind me, sat on the toilet seat, and set my phone alarm for forty five minutes. I leaned backwards and passed out. The air conditioner was right above my head, serenading me with cool, soothing tunes. I dozed off. By the time my alarm went off, I had gotten decent sleep. I was refreshed. I quickly washed my face and returned to the auditorium. “So you were serious?” Amara asked. The last lecture before lunch was going on. “Yes, I was passing out.” “So, I was not enough to keep you awake, right?” she teased. “You are more than enough my dear…more than enough to wipe the strongest of sleeps from my eyes. I needed to just stretch my legs and wash my face. I had to go. Not to worry, I will make it up to you in case you missed me too much.” She laughed gently, placing her hand over her mouth. “You two should go and get a room,” a girl behind us said. “Thanks, we are really thinking about it. Do you know of any rooms around here?” I asked her, somewhat caustically. She hissed in reply and rolled her eyes. At lunch, Amara and I sat together, refusing to sit an inch apart. Three other guys who had interest in Amara joined us. They had been hovering around her like hawks scouting the terrain for prey with keen interest. I was keen to assert myself, so I placed my hand on her shoulder with every opportunity that came my way. I could see their eyes shooting bullets at me, but I couldn’t care less. Eventually, we all got talking and Amara brought up the idea that I was in the habit of going to the bathroom to nap. We all laughed about it. Well, the next day, when I went down to my suite – the bathroom – to get my daily afternoon nap, all the toilet cubicles were occupied. [color=blue]STORY CONTINUES..[/color]
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[color=green]GOODBYE MY LOVE – Episode 3[/color] I was peeved. My secret was out and everyone was cashing in on it. I was not going to have it. “You should not have brought that up, my dear,” I complained politely to Amara. I told her that all the slots were taken by the time I got there. “I love sleep as much as you do, Amyy, but now, I can’t get my afternoon nap.” “I am very sorry, dear. I did not realize they’d all go for it. What can I do to help you?” “We have to drive them out of that place. I have a plan!” As we rode home on the bus, I revealed my plan to her. About 11:30AM the next day, Amara walked towards the male bathroom. She looked around to make sure that no one was looking. The guys had all taken their slots, sleeping happily, snoring wildly with incandescent joy. Amara yanked the main door violently open and shouted, “Any trainee sleeping in the bathroom is likely to lose their job. This is preposterous!!!” She shouted as loud as she could, adjusting her voice the best she could. Then, she dashed back into the hallway. She took a quick turn and returned to the auditorium, breathing hard as we wondered if our plan had gone well. Within minutes, the ‘sleepers’ returned to the auditorium. They all had worried looks on their faces. They looked over their shoulders as they slotted back into their seats. Amara and I looked at each other and smiled. Fifteen minutes later, I was in my executive chair a.k.a toilet seat, basking in the glory of sleep. I returned just in time for lunch. “If you are still going to the bathroom to sleep, you should be careful. The trainers know about it. You could get red before you even start your career here. This is Zenith, mind you!” Abubakar, another trainee from Sokoto State warned me. “Really? They know about it? I have to stop then,” I replied, holding back the laughter that was rampaging within me. “I don’t want to get red,” I added. Amara was fighting back laughter too. I continued my daily nap session until the end of the training session. Anyway, later that day Amara and I rode home on the same bus. She alighted about an hour before my stop. “So, what would you do for me for winning back your sleeping position for you,” she had asked me. The bus galloped along third Mainland Bridge as we headed away from Victoria Island. “I will give you a fabulous kiss,” I answered. She stared at me, her beautiful eyes glowing with life as her face transformed into the most beautiful smile I had ever seen. “Then do it now,” she dared me. I looked across the aisle. There was an older man on the other side of the aisle and a young lady. “Not today,” I whispered. “I won your spot back today, so what stops you,” she teased. I stared in the opposite direction and her eyes followed mine. “So?” she asked. “Not today, my dear. One of these days, you will ride home with me. We could spend the weekend together, away from prowling eyes. I will plant my lips on yours and never let go!” “I will be waiting, patiently,” she replied, placing her hand on my knee. Gently, she squeezed my knee, sending beautiful waves through my body. What seemed like a joke earlier grew into a fabulous friendship, and then it went beyond that. I would keep a seat for Amara everywhere – at lunch, in the auditorium and other sessions. She did the same for me too. Soon, tongues were wagging that those two (us) were dating. “Do you realize that Zenith does not allow couples to work for them?” One girl said to us one afternoon at lunch.” “Why do you say that?” Amara asked her. “It is obvious that you two are an item, so I thought I should let you know before you go too far with each other. “By couples you mean married couples, right?” “Yes, that is what I mean,” she replied eagerly. “Well, I don’t see us being married in a month, as it has not been a month since this training started. In that case, we have nothing to worry about in the immediate future.” “Well, don’t say you were not warned,” she said. “What is her problem? As if we were getting married tomorrow,” Amara remarked when the girl had left. I had opted not to partake in the discussion. I was thinking of Amara’s lips. I could not wait to kiss them. Two days before the end of the training session, we were posted to various branches. I was posted to the head office on Ajose Adeogun Street, Victoria Island, Lagos. To my greatest disappointment, Amara was posted to Asaba. It was as if a piece of me was sliced away. I began to miss her even before she left for Asaba. On the last day of that bus ride from Victoria Island to Lagos Mainland, I sat beside her with my arms wrapped around her neck. “I want my kiss tonight,” she said, whispering into my ears. “I have been dying for it,” I replied, holding her body firmly to mine. When we reached her stop, she looked into my eyes and said, “I am riding home with you, Cletus.” “I am pleased, my dear. My home is your home tonight…and in the days to come.” She said nothing more. I could tell that a lot was going on in her mind. She was going to miss me, as I would miss her. When the bus stopped, I got off and she followed behind me. It was dark, and there was no power…as usual. I placed my hand over her shoulder as we walked towards our building. My brother had traveled to London, so I had the entire apartment to myself. When we got home, I turned on the generator and quickly fixed dinner for us. Amara had a nightgown in her purse. She had made up her mind that she was spending the night with me. After dinner, she sat on the couch watching TV. I walked to her, lifted her in my arms and carried her to my room. I placed her on the bed, gently. Then, I lowered my head and planted my lips on hers. She and I were breathing hard. Our lips were meshed together with inseparable ‘ionic’ energy. My heart was racing with excitement. I could hear the drumming of her heart too. Our lips met with burning passion. We were locked in a moment of pure joy and satisfaction. We kissed as though there was no tomorrow. Soon, we lay beside each other in our birthday suits. “I don’t know how it happened, I can’t quite explain it, but I am madly in love with you, Amara,” I said in the darkness. “I think I began to think seriously about you just two days after we met. I have never experienced anything like this, but I love every second of it.” “Me too!” We spent the weekend together. We laughed, sometimes at nothing but just the sheer beauty of the connection between us. I would look into her eyes and start laughing, happily. She’d respond with a smile that expanded into a beautiful laughter. “In your eyes, I see a deep, slow-moving sea of life, love, fun and passion. I want to jump in and swim in it…until my dying day,” I said to her. “Jump in…jump in, my dear. It is all yours. Deep within my soul is indescribable love that burns like a re that will never die…love for you…just you, Cletus.” [color=blue]STORY CONTINUES..[/color]
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23 Nov 2017 | 17:12
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na wa ooo,dey are madly inluv wit each other
23 Nov 2017 | 17:42
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my honeypie @ladyg pls don't watch me in one corner just come close I missing d bonds BTW us.. I won't mind to send u to maternity leave winks... @fb-mhizlilygold no gbosa me joor
23 Nov 2017 | 21:31
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hmm continue so sad you guys are not going to be posted in the same branch
23 Nov 2017 | 22:15
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Next
24 Nov 2017 | 03:32
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Continue
24 Nov 2017 | 04:04
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Pls add me up in d register @itzprince
24 Nov 2017 | 04:23
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Love be this hmm
24 Nov 2017 | 08:34
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Ride on..
24 Nov 2017 | 11:09
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This kin love dey sweet me
24 Nov 2017 | 13:56
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Bad pikin @sanctus4real, i must dance one corner 4 u wen ur wife will deliver a set of twins u go see naa.
24 Nov 2017 | 14:54
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i can imagine
24 Nov 2017 | 15:37
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[color=green]GOODBYE MY LOVE – Episode 4[/color] That was by far, the most beautiful weekend of my whole life and that training session was by far, the most wonderful month of my whole life to that point. Amara brought amazing joy, love, fun and adventure into my life. We had a week off before reporting for work. We went shopping for suits – hers and mine. I remember us pausing in one of the shops in a corner to grab a quick kiss when no one was watching. “I can’t wait to get home,” she said. “Me too,” I replied as I held her firmly to my body. By the end of the week, I saw her off to the Motor Park at Maza Maza where she boarded a bus for Awka. She wanted to see her family before moving to Asaba, which is not far from Awka. That Saturday, I was torn to shreds. To think of my life without her was like thinking of my life being snuffed out. I sat on the edge of the seat texting her at the drop of a hat. She and I texted back and forth until I did not receive any more replies from her. I texted over and over again, but there was no reply. I called her, but there was no answer. I assumed she must have left her phone on silence mode, but I kept calling anyway. My heart would not stop thinking of her. I never heard from her again! I began to make enquiries, and soon, it was announced at work that she passed on in a ghastly motor accident. My heart stopped beating!!! I cried until there were no tears left in my eyes. I could hear and feel violent pains goring at my poor heart like a buffalo goring a lion to death. I made numerous mistakes at work, hardly able to concentrate on anything. I had to take time off work. I needed some time away from everything to recover from the knifing pain and shock. Eventually, someone answered her phone. Her older sister told me about her burial arrangements. Her family was shattered to say the least. I cried on the flight to Enugu from where I rented a car to Awka. I watched through the windows as the flight coasted through the skies. At times, I wished the plane would crash…I wanted to die so I could go be with Amara’s beautiful soul. I had searched for love a long time…I had been heartbroken time and again. I had begun to think of love as some phantom emotion that humans talk about to make themselves feel good…something that did not truly exists. Until I met Amara…but why did she have to die? I finally found true love. I felt loved. I touched love. I saw love. I held love in my hands and kissed it with every ounce of life in me…for just a short while before tragedy struck. I kept wishing that it was all a dream. I wanted to wake up and realize that it had all been a nightmare, and that Amara was still alive. As I watched her body as it was lowered into her grave, I fought my way through the crowd, wanting to go to the other side with her. Hands sprang out of nowhere and held me back. Tears rained down my face and indescribable pains stabbed mercilessly at me with ruthless abandon. “Cletus,” Amara’s sister called to me after the funeral. “Yes,” I replied. “She never talked about any guy in her whole life. She was a careful person. She kept herself for that one person who would sweep her off her feet…and you did, because he talked about you to me every night after she returned from training. She could not wait to dive into her bed and call me to chat about how much you made her laugh; how original… how genuine you were. She adored even the strands of hair that grace your head. “From the very moment she spent time with you, she fell head-over-heels in love with you. She said you made her life exciting. You brought joy and adventure into her life. She would do anything to be with you…anything.” She stopped talking as tears streamed down her face. I held her as I sought to comfort her, even though I could not fight back my own tears. “She loved you so much and I know…I know you loved her, else, you’d not be here.” “I loved her with every drop of blood and ounce of life in me…” My voice trailed off in pain and tears. “I found this in her purse. I believe it would serve you more than myself. She kept a journal about you and how she felt about you. Her last entry was moments before the…the…the accident. Have it.” My hands shook as I took the notepad from her. As I read through it, I cried aloud in pain. Her descriptive power was amazingly evident as she chronicled her journey, or as she put it, the journey of her heart with mine. When I reached her last entry, I broke down. I could no longer take it. How could such love end? The entry read like this; Goodbye my love, Cletus. Good bye as I leave Lagos for Asaba. My heart bleeds like I can never explain. I hear myself breathing painfully – my soul longs for thee and my heart hungers for your warm, firm touch. I kept myself…I waited for you, hanging unto hope that somehow, you were out there. I had been right – because you were out there. Like blind people, we wallowed in darkness, looking for each other. I am glad and very thankful to God for pleasing my soul with you. Good bye my love…I go away, but just for a short while. I know that nothing can keep me from you…Good bye my love, but my soul rests deep in the abyss of your heart. You own me now and I am not afraid to offer up my whole person…my heart and soul to you. A life without love is like a parched ground, begging, dying, and crying for rain, at the mercy of the ruthless sun that beats down on it with crushing blows. That was me before I met you, Cletus. Someday, I want to share these lines I scribble down with you. I wish I could express myself as fully and deeply to you… I feel like I don’t do enough of it. I will keep trying. That is why I put my thoughts and feelings for you down. That you may come to know, someday, how deeply I love and care about you. I wait…I wait for the day when I would no longer be apart from you again, Cletus. Good bye my love, but soon, I will be back home; in your arms where I belong, where my soul longs to rest. A relentless cavalcade of tears ran down my face as I read those lines over and over again. I was shaking violently with anger, pain, frustration and indescribable broken-heartedness. Months went by and then, years before I began to heal from that loss. I guess I may never fully recover from the pains that stabbed at me after losing Amara – my one true love. I still miss her – in my eyes, she was the most beautiful girl that ever lived, both on the outside and the inside. I still wish that I could have spent more time with her. I framed that writing of hers and today, it hangs above my desk at the office. I am not married, but I am finally seeing someone else…carefully with some baby steps. It has been a slow process. Hopefully, someday, I will fully allow another woman into my life and heart. For now, Amarachi still dwells deep within my scorched, scarred soul. [color=red]THE END[/color]
24 Nov 2017 | 15:51
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24 Nov 2017 | 15:52
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Wow! Always breathtaking.. Poster, you are doing a gr8 job jari I love those 2(Amara&Cletus)... Friendship metamorphosed into a superb relationship. Their passion is something else
24 Nov 2017 | 16:17
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painful and sorrowful but all the same it lovely write up
24 Nov 2017 | 16:30
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Gosh! I almost cried reading this episode... Its painful that such love ended tragically
24 Nov 2017 | 16:36
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Wow
24 Nov 2017 | 17:09
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hmmmm..what a sad story..it really ended in a tragic way
24 Nov 2017 | 17:30
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What a tragedy story.. Kudos 2 u
24 Nov 2017 | 18:06
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what a lovely STORY
25 Nov 2017 | 05:42
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So painful
25 Nov 2017 | 06:21
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Nice story there
25 Nov 2017 | 07:32
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But sad they couldn't be together
25 Nov 2017 | 07:33
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wow this story is so so sadeous
25 Nov 2017 | 09:34
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so painful
25 Nov 2017 | 16:57
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why did u put tears in my eyes with ur amazing story... thank you soo much... i love the story...
25 Nov 2017 | 17:15
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sad
25 Nov 2017 | 19:15
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Nyc stori
26 Nov 2017 | 02:00
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sad
26 Nov 2017 | 03:42
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Sad ending
26 Nov 2017 | 05:50
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Touching
3 Dec 2017 | 08:29
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So interesting
14 Dec 2017 | 03:11
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