로그인In the bustling city of Lagos, Nigeria, where dreams clash with harsh realities, Seline's journey unfolds. Born into a humble family, she carries the weight of responsibility on her young shoulders, driven by a burning desire to uplift her loved ones from the clutches of poverty. With her diploma in hand, Seline sets out on a quest for a job that will allow her to support her family and bring them a glimmer of hope. But life's unexpected twists and turns often defy our plans. As fate weaves its intricate tapestry, Seline's path intersects with that of Sweet, a charismatic and affluent celebrity known for his reckless playboy ways. Their encounter sets in motion a whirlwind of emotions and challenges. Seline finds herself drawn to Sweet's magnetic charisma, but she knows that getting involved with him could lead to heartbreak and derail her dreams. Yet, as the saying goes, the heart wants what it wants. Caught between her aspirations and the allure of Sweet's charm, Seline wrestles with the complexities of her emotions. Will she choose to guard her heart and remain focused on her goals, or will she succumb to the seductive power of love and desire?
더 보기“We’ll get back to you”
This is the fifth time she has heard this statement in the past three weeks of job hunting.
….“What is the essence of going to the university when all you get as a reward was unemployment and frustrating application processes,” she thought while walking on the street with a folder containing my credentials securely held to her side.
The typical life of a Nigerian graduate was frustrating she thought as she kept walking, but got lost in her thoughts that she didn’t notice the black Toyota Prado that was coming out from a building. At the sound of the 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘬, she snapped out of her thoughts and, quickly crossed to the other side of the road and boarded my next bus home, she was so done with this frustrating job hunt.
"Conductor gives me change nah!" a woman at the back of the bus called out.
She was quiet throughout the whole ride dreading the nightmare she called home, from her mum who pick a fight with her at the slightest chance to get an excuse to scream at the top of her voice to gain the pity and attention of the neighbors, to her siblings who are always on her neck for this or that.
A typical Nigerian home, where the responsibility of taking care of the home is inscribed on the first child whether male or female like the mark of the beast from the day of birth.
𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭.
𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲.
𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡.
𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.
Sweet dropped Seline home first, insisting on it despite her protests that the bus was perfectly fine, and lingered at the gate a beat too long before finally driving off, like leaving had become physically harder than it used to be. She was still smiling faintly over that, letting herself into the flat, when her phone rang with a name she hadn't expected to see again so soon.Sweet's mother."I got your number from Ayomide's phone this morning, forgive the informality," she said, before Seline could even manage a proper greeting. "I've just come off a call with Christiana. I thought you deserved to hear how it went from me directly, rather than through my son's version of it."
The drive back from Ikoyi was quiet, but it wasn't the same brittle, watchful quiet that had filled the car on the way there. Sweet kept one hand on the wheel and didn't let go of Seline's hand with the other, not even to change gears, managing the two badly enough that she eventually took pity on him and shifted for him herself at the junctions."You didn't have to come today," he said, eyes on the road. "I know it wasn't really your family's history to sit through.""I wanted to be there," she said. "Besides, I think your mother liked having a witness. Some things are easier to say out loud when somebody new is in the room. It gives you permission to finally say them."He was quiet for a moment, and then, almost too casually, he said, "Can I tell you something? Something that has nothing to do with Rachael, or Christiana, or any of it. Something I haven't actually said out loud to anyone in about three years.""Only if you want to."He pulled the car over instead of answering right
The house in Ikoyi was smaller than Seline expected; a modest bungalow tucked behind an overgrown hedge, nothing like the grand, gated compound Sweet had grown up in. Weeds pushed up through cracks in the driveway, and the paint on the shutters had faded to a soft, forgotten blue. It didn't look like it belonged to the same family at all."Nobody's lived here since Aunty Rachael," Sweet said quietly, parking the car outside the gate. "My mother kept it. Never sold it, never rented it out. I always assumed it was sentimental. I never really asked."His mother was already waiting on the small veranda when they walked up, a cardboard box resting on the plastic table beside her, its edges soft and yellowed with age. She looked smaller than Seli
Seline didn't go home.She meant to; she'd told her mother she would, had promised it standing in the doorway with her wrist still warm from her mother's grip, but the bus rattled past her usual stop, and she stayed in her seat, watching it go, some new and unfamiliar resolve settling into her chest with each passing street. She was tired of being spoken about. Tired of being a name inside other people's phone calls, a line item in someone else's paperwork, a problem to be managed by men in kitchens who couldn't bring themselves to say the word no out loud. If two weeks was all the time she had, she wasn't going to spend the first night of it waiting quietly for someone else to decide what came next.She got off three stops later,
He paced from one end of his room to the other, why couldn’t he find his wristwatch? He has checked everywhere and can’t seem to find it. He decided to go with the Rolex watch he got two months ago that has been lying in the watch storage because it wasn’t his style, but he had no option but to go
It has been two weeks since her first event ushering experience and she was already getting used to the job. Now preparing for her third event which is her last ushering job with Mr Charles as her supervisor, she couldn’t contain her excitement because she was tired of watching him treated her and
He looked at himself once again at the rearview mirror once again; his eyes were bloodshot red, he was literally high and he knew it, but it was his only solution to giving a good performance.The paparazzi has already crowded his car so he needed to put on sunshades and pull up his hoodie and wit
Seline! Seline!! Seline!!!She jerked up from the bed at the sound of her morning alarm (her mother’s voice) frowning at the reality of her life, it was just 5 am for heaven’s sake, but She has got to get her younger siblings ready for school and prepare to face what the day has for her.“Kachi com






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