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I Have Seen Poverty

Posted in poems, random with tags , , , , , , , on January 29, 2016 by Charles Bernard


It stares at me everyday on news headlines
It glides like Lagos state traffic
It screams in the ruined town of Maiduguri
It flows like River Niger along Onitsha boarder
Yes I have seen poverty
It lives in the swollen belly of Somalia kids
It swims in the painful tears of Sudan kids
It plays with kids on the street of Freetown
She is the smiling toothless kid of Congo
Yes I have seen poverty
Embedded in the long speeches of Mallam Sanusi
It is sleeping near Abacha’s resting place
It is living on Dimba Igwe’s regular column
Google Africa you can find her in abundance
Yes I have seen poverty
It flies around with flies near many open latrines
It lays lonely in many rusty water pipelines
It hovers over us as a thick fog
It flies to Swiss banks for vacation occasionally
Yes we have all seen “poverty”

Wandering Ghosts of the North

Posted in poems, random on January 20, 2016 by Charles Bernard


Hate! Hate!! They screamed

Marching through and destroying all values

In anger they touched our cities

A beautiful arson they perfected


The soothes settle on empty roads

A silent town of wandering ghosts

Ghosts of the hundreds killed

Their crimes nothing but fate


They angry ghosts of the north

Are left to wander forever

Rambling to themselves of in-justice

Silently, the world ignored them


(Written for the thousands of victims killed in Northern Nigeria

Under the guise of Religious “fanatism”)

Nigeria: when will the shameful image of the police force change?

Posted in Articles, random with tags , , , , , , on January 7, 2016 by Charles Bernard

newcityhubWelcome to Nigeria where the police harass indiscriminately the very people they were paid to protect. It is so common an occurrence that most people try to avoid any confrontation with these force men even when necessary for crime to be averted. The profession of police in this end has become a money hunting venture where every crime including no crime has a price once the police apprehend you.

If you happen to report a case to the police station you will be charged a fee before action is taken regarding your case, you pay according to the weight of your case.

If your vehicle is stopped on the road and one of your document is missing “that is when they decide to check” you pay according to your status. If by chance every paper is intact still the smiling cop won’t relent till you part with a small bill. Numerous cases of bus drivers shot because they refused to part with as little as 20 naira has been swept under the carpet. Such action is even viewed upon as norm in our country and the families are left to bear the blunt.

The primary objectives of the police in this country has at no time received adequate attention from the men in uniform, in fact there were many cases of police aided crimes during the era of high way robbery. Thank God for the improved banking systems and transportation so that traders no longer have to travel with huge sums under risky conditions.

The several efforts of past administrations to reform the Nigeria police have woefully failed as our police has remained the same crime infested organization. So long as the thousands of little check points remain around every nook and cranny of this country harassing free moving citizens, exhorting them this shameful image of the police will remain.

N.B. we must not the fail to commend the efforts of few police men who have served the nation diligently. Men who have sacrificed their life so that the law could be upheld and human life protected, it is people like them that give us hope for a better police force in the future.


Posted in random with tags , , , , , on October 31, 2015 by Charles Bernard


I know these streets well
Every route running through
Ones with stinking refuse
Those adorned with flowers
Where the crooks hide
Where men rabble about God

I have seen the struggles
The fight to survive
The many shades of failure
Tiny glimpses of success
Hope of many dead men
Their dreams buried with them

I know the painful scourge
The sensation of the sun
Burning the neck
The sweat soaking the shirts
The smell that followed
The beggar beneath it all

I am neither here or there
I am a man in motion
Caught between dreams and nightmares
Living my everyday
Between both extremes
I am too tough to snap

I have seen miracles
I have witnessed karma
I have heard prophesies
Also I have seen,
Nightmares become dreams
And dreams become reality


Posted in random on October 31, 2015 by Charles Bernard


At her mother’s office the situation didn’t fit seamlessly with the daily operations of the bank. As one of the assistant manager, she was summoned to a meeting of officials as she was about to drop her car keys into her office drawer. The meeting was to assess the security situation of the town and send a report to their headquarters, the manager briefed them.
“There are numerous rumors and hearsays but nothing official, does anybody have concrete information on what is happening?” Concluded the manager who had the same look of unbelief as everybody else.
The discussion took a religious turn almost immediately when one of the senior staffs who was a Christian said, “Chief we need extra security as these Muslim terrorists are really determined to destroy this city like the others” One of the other senior staff almost slapped him accusing him of calling Muslims terrorists.
All the other Muslims staffs took turns to lecture the confused young man the difference between Muslims and terrorists.
His Christian colleagues were soon jabbing in their own views in defense. Only Adanne’s mother held her tongue and her peace.
She was the only Igbo woman too in the fold, though they were her colleagues. She had always felt like an outcast among them.
They were Hausa people, whether Christian or Muslim they were still from the north and regarded her with contempt as she did towards them.
It was more like an unwritten agreement. So it was indeed a nervous moment for her when the manager told everyone to hold their tongue or leave the room. Silence returned once more, the air-conditioner too seemed to start working again.
“Mrs. Okorie what do you think of the situation?” the manager asked staring at her as then did every member of the executive arm of the bank. She had not expected to participate, it was supposed to be a briefing session and personally she was yet to grasp the sudden change that was looming over their lives.
She was about to mumble a few words when it sounded again, louder and heavier this time spilling few drops of coffee on white sheets of paper. “That must be close by” she heard someone said as in a flash everyone was rushing back to the banking hall. The second blast was so deafening she let out an unconscious scream of “Jesus”.
At the banking hall people were gathered by the left window, they were looking in the direction of the market.
The market was about a hundred feet away from the bank. She could now see the thick black smoke rising above the flickering tongues of red flame. People were screaming and running around, even though she could not hear them from inside the bank. She could see the movement of their mouths and the agony on their faces. These told their tales in full to a distant observer.
Vehicles were stopped abruptly at every junction by soldiers and policemen whom appeared out of nowhere immediately. Security personals began to condone off the area sending on coming vehicles away, the firemen arrived promptly with their red tanks rescue the situation. It was as though they were waiting for the action to begin.
The tension was slowly wearing down when the shooting started. First it was a distant gunshot that was heard before the rain of bullets started. Meanwhile inside the bank everybody remained quiet and still as though people were afraid to talk or even walk. Everybody looked calm with worried faces and questioning eyes. “Seal the doors one of the security men” shouted at the operator.
“We need everyone to remain calm as we are all save in here. We need everyone to be orderly please and bear with us. We won’t be able to continue operations till we are certain your lives are safe as your money in the vault” The manager was still addressing the little crowd, trying to calm their anxiety and close shop for the day.
The bewildered customers who cared less about his speech only halve listened, many stood by the door eager to move out and run away from this horrible scene. He had barely finished his last sentence when a bullet hit the upper window of the banking hall shattering it. The fragments of the glass hit the tiled floor causing to customers scant for safety, pushing the manger out of their way. There was a serious rouse in the hall.
All this while Mrs. Okorie thought of nothing but her family, Ugochukwu was safe in school so was Adanne and Alex. She prayed Alex won’t stray today by leaving school on some adventure. Young boys can be tough sometimes then there was her husband.
Since his two weeks leave from work he had been spending time with his old friends and relatives. He visited them in their shops in the market, listening to different gossips and local political news.
“It is very necessary to know what is going on in town especially at times like this, so that we won’t be caught up in the cross fire” he had told her, explaining where he went every morning when she left for work.
She had mildly accused him of infidelity even though it was a mere joke he had taken it seriously and told her what she actually didn’t need to know.
Arch. Louis Maduabuchi Okorie, Adanne’s father worked with a construction company where he had rendered fifteen years of active services. He had already started secretly planning to quit his job and return to the eastern part of the country. The management had refused to grant him a due transfer to the nation’s capital on the basis of lack of replacement.
“I could easily get a job down there or fund a business” he had told his wife one night after he got real pissed with situation.
“It was going to be at the right time and last night however was a warning that the right time is already very near.” He thought this morning after his family left for their separate businesses.
He didn’t go to hear, any gossip or local politics news with his free time every morning. What his dear wife did not understand was that he didn’t even have the luxury of time and was struggling very hard to liquidate all his assets. Four houses each a duplex stood in different parts of the town. Sometimes he wished he could up-root them and take them somewhere else, somewhere much safer and lucrative.
He had already found buyers for three of his houses. Even though price was half its worth he was ready to accept the cash. He knew his wife will be furious when she found out, he will just have to convince her.
“When the time comes she would understand that it was for the best of the family” he thought with a resigned faith as he drove to one of the buyer’s office.
Adanne’s father wanted to finalize the deal this morning. The buyer was a popular lawyer whose father had left him millions of naira. At thirty five the young man looked like he was in his early twenties.
He had a handsome face and eyes that flickered like flame. The young bright lawyer was studying the legal documents of the house when the first blast echoed. It sent cold shivers down his spin and a bewildered look of confusion on his face.
The second blast shook their seats as it did their mind before. From the office window which was on the second floor of a four floors building.
“The young man’s father owned the building”.
They could see the thick black smoke rising from the burning spot on the adjacent street. They could not ascertain the location from their view.
“It is either the market or the bank, these senseless terrorists wants to destroy our towns. They won’t ever succeed”, the young lawyer said regretful and walked backed causally to his seat, continued his reading as if nothing had just happened.
The older man didn’t walk back to his seat nor say a word to his partner; he merely turned and walked briskly to the door. He ran all the way down the flight of stairs. He wasn’t thinking about anything else but his wife, he just wanted to make sure she was still alive. “Her name kept echoing in his mind”
From his office the lawyer could see the other man’s red Mercedes car. It zoomed into the bend leaving white fumes behind. He could only assume what came over him or what will become of him.
With the picture of his lovely wife engraved on his thought he raced round the corner. He felt huge satisfaction upon seeing the bank still standing unhurt, the chaos around the market. This was soon shattered by a piece of steel that came out of nowhere and was flying towards his car. It pierced the windscreen then his skull smearing the interior of his car of many years with a mixture of blood and brain matters.
The light went out suddenly in his mind and his body went lymph.
Many swore the soldiers shot him in panic but the newspapers said the terrorists shot him. As many who died that morning the truth and the reason would probably never be un-earthed.



Posted in random on October 31, 2015 by Charles Bernard



This is a tale about Nigeria, a West African country which is probably the most populous black nation. A third world country with abundant natural and human resources, yet most of her citizen live in abject poverty.
I know what you already envision a sea of black heads under hot scorching sun waiting for manna to fall from heaven, sorry to disappoint you for that is not my Nigeria, what we lack in the physical we gather from the spiritual.
Yes we are very spiritual, a thousand fold more than the white men and black Arabs that introduced us to God, doesn’t add up I know but just a little research says more.
Stay with me I have more secrets to share with you about the human nature of this black nation and their quest to become like those outside the shores of their country.
I will tell you of the major tribes that exist here and why they behave the way they do then I would span you the myth about their collective future. Hard to believe I know but it is clear as the blue sky in the morning after heavy night rain.
This is also about a woman breed in the values of this realm, to love and adore her man. First love is the ultimate for her because there lays a trust that can never be betrayed hence she stays true till she learns the hard way.
A man is a free spirit who wanders with eager curiosity he doesn’t understand values nor hold them dear like the woman. Hence he plans for tomorrow and lives for today unlike the woman who plans for today but lives for tomorrow.
Wait, don’t turn over yet, I have a few more words to whisper so that you won’t be confused by certain characters and question their reasons. My country is a country full of racism; some people call it ethnicity since when you look over its population it is a sea of black men and women going about the business of staying alive.
Racism have a lot of meaning to different people and hence several implication. To me it has one rationale behind my reasoning, if in any occasion another human being is singled out from a group of people because of his; skin color, tribe, town or religion then racism have taken place.
In Nigeria we all walk a thin rope suspended in the air between us kept in balance by our fears of one another and obvious hatred for one another.
Lastly this tale is about the laughter and happiness with which we live our daily lives, the dreams we share and pass on to our children in hope they would one day live in a better country. God bless Nigeria.


The sound was loud, louder than she could tell or ever heard. She was now completely awake when the second bomb exploded. It shook the foundation of the house and created an invisible dark ditch in her mind.
Silence immediately took over the earth once more leaving behind questioning minds and inaudible voices behind closed doors. The feeling of fear cracked through the still air for all who heard the sound. They could feel the hot steam coming from their noses to their lips.
Adanne was still caught between the dilemma of dream and reality lying still in her bed. Tiny droplets of sweat were now dripping off her fore head. Soon she heard the squeaks of doors quietly opening. It took her a moment to realize it wasn’t a dream. It was all very real; a bomb had just exploded not too far from her home.
The more she thought about it the more she sensed the danger around her. Getting out of bed with a sense of urgency, she turned to look at the bed side clock, it was a gift she had received last year as the best graduating student of her class.
The time was just 3:45 am the house was not supposed to wake till at about 5:45 am.
At the sitting room everybody wore the same look of restlessness even though nobody spoke a word yet. Adanne did as she always did during times like this even though they had been rare.
She went and sat beside her mother leaning completely from her shoulder upwards on the woman who continual stroke her hair unconsciously.
“It must be one of the two big churches at the junction” her twin brother said finally in a barely audible voice.
He spoke as though they knew beforehand a church was going to be bombed. “Had they not?” With all the rumors circulating, the numerous letters too and finally had they not prayed against it in the church.
Halfhearted though they had believed the fragile harmony of the society would not be shattered anytime soon. Maybe God did answer their prayers today and their beloved St. John catholic church was spared but what of tomorrow.
Had they not watched on news how several societies suffered similar fate to be able to predict the future? Every reasonable person knows that soon, they would part of the whole suffering the violence of terrorists.
Her twin brother had already gotten past the illusion of peace and was fully aware of the unfolding reality.
Clearing his throat father said,
“We are no longer safe in the north. The dark days of yester-years before Biafran war are gradually returning. We must leave the north very soon because once it starts we can never tell how it would end. It is best we start planning right away because we don’t know will happen next.”
“And leave all our assets for who kwanu?” Mother said.
She sat motionless staring into the dimly lighted sitting room.
“Alexander and Adanne would continue their education in the east then once Ugochukwu is done with his primary education he will join them down there. Darling then we will join them in time too.”
“So I would leave my work to go to the village?” Mother asked annoyed at no one in particular but the circumstances.
“Then start working harder on your transfer papers we are not running away dear. In time we will liquidate our assets and go settle in the east or south permanently. I am looking at Port Harcourt.”
“I am not leaving my job because of some senseless rascals”, Mother replied getting really angry now as her voice had pitched already.
“Then take that transfer stuff more seriously”, Father said with a tone of finality not with authority though for it was in his usual low voice that is barely audible.
Father’s face looked tired and not ready for an argument so mother let it pass without saying another word. An hour of silence passed as the family sat listening and waiting for the outside world to come alive.
Ugochukwu was already dozing off at mother’s feet while Alex and father were watching network news on the television. The volume was tuned to the barest audible point, mother was also watching without interest though.
One could see in mother’s steady gaze that her thoughts were so far away, it was one of those looks she carried sometimes in the kitchen when she was waiting for something to heat.
The first ray of the dawn had fallen on the window binders when the sound of sirens was heard. It blasted through the still air disturbing the already fouled early morning peace. The urge to rush out and take peep was great as the twins exchanged knowing gazes.
Their mother won’t hear of it as she shot the boy a warning look the moment he moved towards the door. Moments later the morning activities began as it has always been. They family were already behind schedule, the rosaries rattled as the recitation of prayers endured. When prayers were over the morning bustle began in a rush.
As they drove past the street, everything remained calm and perfectly normal just like any other Tuesday in their part of the world. They shops on the street sides were wide open, the wares nicely arranged on display tables and counters.
The local children that played football every morning some yards away from the church were present. They running and shouting as though nothing happened last night that could spoil their fun. While around the church building few trucks of police and soldiers condoned it off. One of the soldiers who sat on the bonnet of a vehicle smoking a cigarette waved the family to go on.
The church building itself looked like a building from a comic book. One side of it was in shambles. Thin dark smoke was still rising up from the dump of concrete and steel to the sky.
At the tip of the other half of the building still standing, the crucifix hung as though it can be blown away by the power of a little wind. It had survived a bomb blast. It kept reflecting the golden color of the early morning sun rising over the city.
Mother dropped the twins at the computer institute where they studied basic computer applications. The youngest Ugochukwu was dropped off at his own school.
There was no quick snack or the occasional chit chat or little cash. It was all done in silence as though mother was contemplating her next move at every turn.
At last she zoomed off to work without the usually warning of how they kids should behave their selves properly.
Alex as Adanne his twin sister was very eager to hear the rumors of what happened last night from their colleagues.
At one corner about four boys were discussing it in low tunes and their topic was obvious. Alex went off to join them. Adanne didn’t join them as her twin brother would tell her everything later.
She just sat at another corner playing monopoly on her laptop. Occasionally she glanced up to watch them when the mumble got a little louder. Soon the teacher arrived and everyone got busy forgetting all about the bombing. They went into the world of computers leaving reality behind even Adanne stopped worrying too.


Home Coming

Posted in random on January 5, 2015 by Charles Bernard


And thus said Venus to Cuspid
Listen Kid,

Love is not magic
It is as real as us
It only takes the courageous

Love is not magic
It is pure faith to feel
For something so mythical surreal

Home Coming IV
Wooaa!! Mary-Rose screamed as she rushed to meet her friend Chioma, who was approaching from the gate of their house. Mary-Rose had previously been sitting under one of the numerous orange trees that surrounded the spacious compound.
You look so beautiful dear said Mary-Rose, stepping back to admire her friend after they had hugged, you don’t look bad either she replied smiling with pleasure. Hope everyone in your family is bubbling as you said Mary-Rose, everybody is fine and my mother sends her greeting Chioma replied walking beside her friend as they made their way to the house. Brother, Chioma is here Mary-Rose called out to her brother who was in the dinning section of the large sitting room eating. Good afternoon Chioma said meeting his gaze, Afternoon Chi welcome he said between a mouthful, thank you she replied and set out behind her friend who was already heading to her room.
The kids should come with us to the ceremony tomorrow Nicole said, it was later in the evening same day they family had gathered for a chat after dinner. Sister I am not a kid anymore Mary-Rose said in defense, you are only 16 Nicole said teasingly to her little sister. I will be 17 next year Mary-Rose said emphasizing the 17, so? Nicole was saying when their mother interrupted. Nicole leave my baby alone she said and turned to Mary-Rose, don’t mind her you are soon going to become a lady not a little girl anymore. When everybody else had gone to bed, Sam stood alone on the balcony of the house, staring into the envelope of darkness that covered the world around him. The gems of the night didn’t even come out to offer any glimpse of hope to wandering souls like his, his thoughts was focused on Amanda he regretted the very day he walked away from her, like an ass-hole he had betrayed a good woman who loved him. He had let few moments of canal pleasure cloud his thoughts and now he just cared how to make amends even that seemed bleak.
Love! Said the priest, is a story of two willing hearts, willing to stay committed to each other no matter what may come. It must be written as truthful as possible by two hearts as one, there must be room for forgiveness as much as possible, for when one sacrifices for the other it for themselves they do it, because now the two co-exist as one.
Thus love is one personality shared by two individuals, anything outside is beneath love, the heights of love is always hard to achieve.  It takes patience, endurance and many trials at it. I urge the new couples before me to strive hard, from this very day to achieve this very height in the story,  they are about to start to write today. Amanda listened intently to every word the priest said, and for the rest of the service her mind was centered on Sam. Why had he done it? He had been faithful to her for two long sweet years, then turn around to stab her in the back, he could have waited a little longer or at least took time to think about it before spoiling the perfect story they were writing, how could chase another woman only because he desired canal pleasure. After hurting her without remorse was he back to hurt her some more? Men! She didn’t understand them at all.
Mary-Rose was the first to spot Dan as he made his way through the gate whose two huge doors were flung open, the pillars was decorated with beautiful purple ribbons and balloons of different colours. He waited a little distant from where Sam was slowly maneuvering to pack the car, she told Chioma pointing in his direction but only slightly lifting her fingers, wow he looks so handsome in house clothing her friend exclaimed. It is his granny’s cerebration of life ceremony and he knows we are coming, Mary-Rose said almost in a whisper, what are you kids gossiping about?   Nicole said from the front seat turning to stare at them through her dark shades, nothing the two girls said in Unison blinking with guilt. Let the ladies alone Sam said, go socialize with kids your age and have some fun. Many people of different ages filled every corner of the huge mansion, the music was mild and the live band acknowledged rich relations and important personalities as the came into the compound. I got your invitation a man said behind Sam and the other laughed heartily before replying his friend. Forget it that card man it is all a sham, come 4th of January we are flying back to Spain together as planned. Are you serious? The other asked trying hard to control his amazement, Sam wasn’t in any mood for socialization so he kept to himself and indulged in ears dropping. He listened intently as the other man narrated his love conquest to his friend, everything happened so fast I just had to live my moment and enjoy the show. Play along to marriage? You are crazy man when your wife hears about this you will be as good as dead his friend chilled him, Christ! Forget it man you get too scared, Juliana is not coming to Nigeria anytime soon and she hardly even has any Nigeria friend. Man you are the devil himself, I didn’t ask for free food, free accommodation and free sex when I came to Onitsha only because I spent fifty thousand naira on a girl in one night. Sam saw Amanda come and he felt the thunder bolt hit him suddenly, her hair was braided in an amazing way, her curves perfect in a killer dress which matched with her last year Isabelle Morrent hills. He knew because he bought it for her last year on a vacation in Paris, France. Their eyes locked for a brief moment and she was gone, what was she doing here he wondered.
Nicole was with Dan’s elder sister Victoria on the balcony of one of the wings of the house, Amanda approached them with a sweet smile on her lips, Nicole meet my good friend Amanda, Victoria was trying to introduce the two girls who was smiling at her confusion, I know who she is Amanda said to her. And how do you know Victoria? Nicole asked, she is my recent client and nice person, I will make her wedding just perfect Amanda replied. Nicole turned with surprise towards Victoria who was blushing now, Vicky you getting married and I didn’t know? It was just so sudden it was actually going to be a surprise. Oh sorry dear my bad, Amanda said to Victoria. It is okay, Nicole is a dear friend it just that I wasn’t so sure at first, so who is the lucky guy? Nicole asked, Obi! Victoria replied a little nervous, which obi? Nicole asked with a frown. The same Obinna you know, I thought you guys broke up long ago Nicole said trying hard to contain the anger and emotions rising up from within her, Amanda stood surprised watching the two ladies without reaction. What is wrong with us coming back to marry each other? I have been going out with Obinna for the last three months and we were planning to get married next year, Nicole spoke with tears falling from her eyes and before there was more she stumbled out leaving behind, two stunned ladies. She was so upset she notice she brushed right past Obinna on the staircase as she made her way down, he was grateful she didn’t notice him, what was she doing here anyway. On the balcony two cold stares met him before a slap caressed his cheeks and he was left alone to his imagination for his faults. Sam made his way into the house in search of Amanda, first Victoria walked past him without a word then he saw her coming towards him with grace when their eyes met, they both froze.
He walked up to her, I am sorry Amanda he began, for what? She replied coldly, I made a mistake, I slipped and would forever regret that, I only wish you give me another chance to try to change that every day of my life. I need to see my friend first she replied, she is upset I would talk to you later, she walked past him too. He leaned on the wall for some time wishing he had said more or at least said the right words.
In another section of the house, Mary-Rose and Chioma were entertained lavishly by Dan who made sure he sampled every dish on the course he could think of, he did his best to excite the girls. Chioma couldn’t get enough of the red wine even though as Mary-Rose warned her of the after effect, Dan urged her on. Mary-Rose didn’t even finish her first glass but she sampled every food Dan had brought eating only little of each. I think we should go find brother Sam Mary-Rose said, trying to get her friend away from danger, are we leaving already? Chioma asked, it is getting late, stay a while Dan said it is not even yet six pm. Dan is right we should enjoy ourselves a little longer, fine enjoy yourself I am going to find him and when I come back we are definitely leaving. She found him leaning on the wall along the staircase, brother are you okay she said touching him lightly on the shoulder, hey Rossi I am fine and I hope you are enjoying yourself he replied trying to gather himself together. But you were leaning on the wall, what’s wrong? Uhmm! Forget it dear, it’s nothing, can we leave now? he replied her, okay let me get Chioma, alright I will go get Nicole, we will be waiting in the car. She started upstairs and he went downwards.
Chioma and Dan were gone when she returned, she wondered where they went and went in search. Inside Dan’s room along the hallway, he forceful parted her lips with a kiss she was too weak to resist, after a resisting faintly she consented and his hands was soon all over her. Her head was spinning and her body was on fire, the passion with intoxication of alcohol seemed to make her want to explode. It was the sharp pain she felt when he tried to insert a finger,/ between her thighs that made her shout and throw away herself from him, what are you trying to do she screamed at him and without a word he leaped for her again. Mary-Rose heard her friend’s scream and went fort in the direction till she was sure, only a door was separating them, she braced herself for the worst. Her screamed froze them both and Dan immediately went limp, Chioma was grateful to catch her breath as she panted a few times before standing up. Mary-Rose helped her to her feet, Dan began to apologize but the two girls left him before he could complete a statement. We must tell Sam, Mary-Rose said as they made their way downstairs, oh no dear, I have had enough humiliation for one day.
Sam couldn’t find Nicole and her phone was switched off, he decided to go and wait for her in the car, he was still trying her number as he made his way to outside the compound. Amanda hunted for Victoria all over the place but couldn’t find her, she couldn’t reach her on cell too, maybe she was somewhere cleansing her mind with tears. It was what ladies do at times like this, she had been there so she knew, deciding to call her later, she started walk towards the gate it was then she saw him walk past it. The man she love looking like a drifting shadow of him as he moved, her heart reached out and she quickened her steps towards him.
When the stood facing each other, Sam tried to say something but choked on the words, Amanda spread out her hands and held her man tightly. It took the sound of a car horn to seprate the two love birds, Sam cursed under his breath before following Amanda to her car. I think we should go to my house first so i can rid of everybody before we go out? Sam asked expecting a yes! from the beautiful over face smiling at him, I am sorry boo but I have a flight to catch tonight in port-harcourt she replied getting into her car. Whats so sudden dear? It is a girls’s thing, i will see you in onitsha next weekend, when Amanda left,  Sam stood for seconds trailing her car with his eyes until it was gone from view. What is wrong Nicole, you look like you cried Sam asked his sister he approached them, forget it is a girl’ thing she replied settling into the passenger seat beside him, Sam wanted to ask Mary-Rose why her friend looked upset, it was probably a girl’s thing too he thought. Brother i saw you with Aunty Amanda, are you guys back together? Mary-Rose with exictment in her voice, I don’t know Rossi time will tell.
To be continued……..
*PS Happy new year everyone, wish you all a productive year ahead. #greendiarynotescollection #greendiarynotes

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