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Family Chronicles

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Getting married is undoubtedly one of the most beautiful experiences in life. And not just getting married for the sake of it but getting married to the love of your life. Someone who, though with a few blemishes you’re willing you work around, ticks all relevant boxes. Not like you’re free from defects too but your partner, like you, is willing to cope with those not-so-pleasant things. Apparently, every beautiful thing requires sacrifice.  Bayo’s marriage to Damilola was indeed a memorable one. They’ve known each other since childhood living in the same estate in Lagos. A lot of societal functions for kids usually brought them together and when paired together for challenging tasks they’re quite a formidable team. The whole thing finally made sense as adulthood befell them in one clean swoop. Bayo and Damilola got admission into Babcock University to study International relations and Economics respectively and their lives took a new turn. “Hey, your girl is here”, “Mr Dam

Love is a Virus

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Chioma stood still, feeling bad over the barrage of despicable words she rained on poor Wale. As Wale halted on her command, turned around revealing his heart-broken face, her resistance was completely broken and she apologized immediately. She invited Wale in for a drink to atone for her misdeed and he accepted. Anything will work for him. When you hit rock bottom and need a shoulder to cry upon, forgiving others comes easy especially if you have a large heart. It’s not an entirely bad idea to invite Wale in either. Just like her, Wale has also been in Isolation for the past week so it’s safe to hang out and engage in a little chit chat over a bottle of wine.  “You know, Cancer is…” Wale paused but continued again “I lost my Dad three days ago and the most painful part is that I couldn’t attend his funeral procession because of this Lockdown.” “Oh dear, I’m so sorry. I had no idea,” a visibly terrified Chioma replied. At that moment she understood the magnitude of Wale’s p

Chronicles of a Local Man (2)

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May your village people not have the last laugh over you. Can I get a big, fat and loud amen? Once I was done with my Business in the Centre of Unity, it’s only natural that I yearned for the sleepless and rowdy coastal City. Just to refresh your memory, the whole thing started here . I found my way to Nnamndi Azikwe Airport on a Saturday Morning through Berger (I was told that’s the Oshodi of Abuja) at 8:15am for a scheduled flight of 9:00am. While I tried to locate Terminal D where Arik is, I walked past an elated Desmond Elliot who was high-fiving his peeps that obviously came to pick him up, and hey that guy is tall. If I tell you someone is tall, just believe it. I got to terminal D at 8:20 and just then I felt a rumbling in my stomach (Chai! Village people, why?). I headed to the restroom to relieve myself almost immediately, silly me, I could have got my Boarding pass first before using the Restroom. Did I mention that you have to be at the terminal at leas