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Lately, I keep wondering and wondering 🥺🥺 Why does it have to be me? What else do I have to lose? January 13th is almost here and it still hurts. A lot of what-ifs keep running through my head. I saw your picture last week... It's really been awhile 🥺 . #writerscommunity #writingcommunity #writersofinstagram #writer #writersinnigeria #writersinlagos #writersconnection #writerscircle #learningtoscribble #writersfollowwriters #writersnetwork #writinglife #writingismyfreedom #writingtime #writersfollowwriters #writerslife #writersofinsta #writersofig #writingcommunityofinstagram #writingmystory #writingisfreetherapy #learningtowrite (at Lagos, Nigeria) https://www.instagram.com/p/CYei9AEsjsW/?utm_medium=tumblr

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⁣ When the forms for the state government colleges came out, Ayorinde broke his own kolo and counted nine thousand, five hundred naira. He purchased the form for his sister, filled it and submitted. Ayotunde wrote the exams and passed with high grades. She was overjoyed as she danced. Her dream of going to the secondary school was eventually coming to pass. The children informed their father of the good news and he gave a sad smile. How was he supposed to pay the school fees? He knew his children were working but it was a disgrace to him that he couldn’t afford to pay for their education. What he made from washing cars daily, he handed over to Kevwe to feed the family.⁣ ⁣ The next morning, Ayotunde woke up very early. She was excited. Today was the day she was going to break her kolo. She went to the corner of the room where she kept it. It wasn’t there. She assumed Ayorinde must have moved it. She tapped her brother and asked him.⁣ ⁣ “Your kolo is not where you keep it?” He asked her.⁣ ⁣ “No, it’s not there.” She replied as she began to tremble.⁣ ⁣ Ayorinde jumped up from the mattress. “I don’t understand. Did you change where you usually keep it?”⁣ ⁣ “No, I didn’t.” Ayotunde said as she began to cry. “It is always behind that curtain there.” She said pointing.⁣ ⁣ Ayorinde swept the curtain aside and began to turn everything upside down. He searched the whole room. Ayotunde’s kolo had disappeared.⁣ ⁣ .⁣ .⁣ Read Yesterday Lives on my blog by clicking the link in bio⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ #olubukolasthoughts #olubukolasthots #yesterdaylives #africanwritersoninstagram #africanfictionwriters #nigerianstories #nigerianwriterscommunity #naijawriters #bookstagrammer #ebookstagram #writersinnigeria #authorsofinstagram #readinginNigeria #naijabloggers #instawriter #goodreads #amazonkindlebooks #amazonbooks #bookblogger #blogsofinstagram #blogstoread #nigerianfictionblogger https://www.instagram.com/p/CJ64KHVFbLw/?igshid=1o3wae365mp09

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Christmas Blues - Part 3 - The End . Thanks for reading 🥰 Have a wonderful New Year 🎉🎉🎉 . #writerscommunity #writingcommunity #writersofinstagram #writer #writersinnigeria #writersinlagos #writersconnection #writerscircle #learningtoscribble #writersfollowwriters #writersnetwork #writinglife #writingismyfreedom #writingtime #writersfollowwriters #writerslife #writersofinsta #writersofig #writingcommunityofinstagram #writingmystory #writingisfreetherapy #learningtowrite (at Lagos, Nigeria) https://www.instagram.com/p/CYJKhgnMSto/?utm_medium=tumblr

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Christmas Blues - Part 2 #writerscommunity #writingcommunity #writersofinstagram #writer #writersinnigeria #writersinlagos #writersconnection #writerscircle #learningtoscribble #writersfollowwriters #writersnetwork #writinglife #writingismyfreedom #writingtime #writersfollowwriters #writerslife #writersofinsta #writersofig #writingcommunityofinstagram #writingmystory #writingisfreetherapy #learningtowrite (at Lagos, Nigeria) https://www.instagram.com/p/CX_qy7AsvgT/?utm_medium=tumblr

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Christmas Blues - Part 1 #writerscommunity #writingcommunity #writersofinstagram #writer #writersinnigeria #writersinlagos #writersconnection #writerscircle #learningtoscribble #writersfollowwriters #writersnetwork #writinglife #writingismyfreedom #writingtime #writersfollowwriters #writerslife #writersofinsta #writersofig #writingcommunityofinstagram #writingmystory #writingisfreetherapy #learningtowrite (at Lagos, Nigeria) https://www.instagram.com/learning.to.scribble/p/CX9LrwMrc6F/?utm_medium=tumblr

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Merry Christmas ☃️ #writerscommunity #writingcommunity #writersofinstagram #writer #writersinnigeria #writersinlagos #writersconnection #writerscircle #learningtoscribble #writersfollowwriters #writersnetwork #writinglife #writingismyfreedom #writingtime (at Lagos, Nigeria) https://www.instagram.com/p/CX5tAAOrxpe/?utm_medium=tumblr

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Excerpts from Yesterday Lives ⁣ ⁣ The next morning, Ayo woke up with a spring in his steps. He was unusually happy and Kevwe noticed. She sneered as she looked at him. “You win jackpot for your dream?”⁣ ⁣ Ayo smiled. Ngozi may not be a jackpot but seeing her again after many months definitely made his heart flip like he had won a lottery. He took a bucket to the bathroom to have his bath and was done in a hurry. He dashed to the kitchen and picked out their stove from a corner. He lighted it and put some rice on fire, while he strolled to the room to get dressed. Kevwe lay on the bed as she watched the small TV in the room. She was very heavy and her tummy looked like she could pop anytime soon. When the rice was cooked, Ayo carried it from the kitchen and placed it on a stool in the room.⁣ ⁣ “I have cooked rice for you to eat when you are hungry.” He said as he dished some into a plate for himself. He opened the pot of stew he had cooked the previous evening and served himself a piece of meat. He was not ready to waste money buying food at the office so he ensured he ate every morning before leaving home. He gulped a cup of water, stood up and tucked in his shirt.⁣ ⁣ As he stepped out, he looked at Kevwe. “Please make sure you rest and eat well ehn.”⁣ ⁣ Kevwe looked at him. “I don hear.”⁣ ⁣ Ayo took out his phone from his pocket as he stepped out of the house. He placed a call to Ngozi. She picked up on the third ring.⁣ ⁣ . . Read Yesterday Lives on Olubukola's Thoughts by clicking the link in bio #olubukolasthoughts #olubukolasthots #yesterdaylives #romancewritersofinstagram #africanfictionwriters #ebookreaders #booklovers #naijabooklovers #naijablogger #naijastories #nigerianauthors #bookoftheday #authorsofinstagram #bookstoread #bookblogger #blogsofinstagram #africanwritersoninstagram #nigerianstories #writersinnigeria #authorsandwriters #romanceblogger #authorsoninstagram #bookaholic (at Lagos, Nigeria) https://www.instagram.com/p/CJEprXgFNw5/?igshid=1qmuhffycsm0y

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Excerpts from Yesterday Lives ⁣ ⁣ Monday morning, Ayo woke up with a spring in his steps. He had his bath and got dressed quickly. He had his day planned out. He would drop the kids at school and Kevwe at the hospital for her ante-natal visit. He would come back home to drop the car and pick his document file. He would take a public bus to the mainland where he would start dropping his CV in every organization. At this point in his life, he wasn’t picky about the kind of job he got. All he needed was something to put food on his table and take care of his family.⁣ ⁣ He tapped the doorbell of the main house at 7:45a.m. Ngozi opened the door and her appearance shocked Ayo. She looked disheveled with her hair scattered. She looked like she hadn’t had any sleep over the night. Her eyes were red and puffy and she sniffed incessantly. She was wearing one of Chief’s long sleeved shirts over a pair of lounge pants. The shirt was rough and stained.⁣ ⁣ “The kids are ready.” Ngozi said stepping away from the door.⁣ ⁣ Ayo sighed. Not again.⁣ ⁣ The girls hugged their mother with sad faces. “Mummy, don’t cry again.” Amara, the older one said.⁣ ⁣ Ngozi knelt before them and nodded. She kissed each of them on the forehead. Amaka, the younger one held on tightly to her mother as she burst into tears.⁣ ⁣ ‘Amaka, don’t cry.’ Amara said as she hugged her sister.⁣ ⁣ Ngozi wrapped her daughters in a hug. ‘Mummy is fine. I don’t want anyone of you crying, alright?’⁣ ⁣ The girls nodded. Ngozi rose up as she released them into Ayo’s care.⁣ ⁣ Ayo picked the car key from the basket by the door and knew his plans for the day would have to take a new turn. He dropped the kids at school, then dropped Kevwe at the hospital. He asked what time the nurses thought she would be ready and he was told to come back in the afternoon.⁣ ⁣ As he drove back home, he kept thinking of Ngozi... .⁣ . Read the rest of this story on my blog by clicking the link in bio.⁣ #olubukolasthoughts #olubukolasthots #yesterdaylives #romancewritersofinstagram #africanwriters #africanstories #bookbloggers #nigerianauthors #nigerianwriterscommunity #nigerianblogger #africanauthorsandwriters #writersinnigeria #blogstoread (at Lagos, Nigeria) https://www.instagram.com/p/CIgpuLRn22p/?igshid=75jlh2a6pbus

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Excerpts from Yesterday Lives⁣ ⁣ Oghogho and Onome were still seated in the waiting room.⁣ ⁣ “How she dey now?” Oghogho asked Ayo as he walked towards them.⁣ ⁣ “She is still very weak. She is sleeping now.”⁣ ⁣ “You tell her?”⁣ ⁣ Ayo shook his head.⁣ ⁣ “E good as you no tell her now. Make she get strength first. Wetin you wan do? Nobody must get belle for our house oh. Na because Madam no want belle, be the reason why she say we no fit get boyfriend.”⁣ ⁣ Ayo blew air through his mouth. “I don’t know. I will think of what to do.”⁣ ⁣ “Guy, think quick quick so that doctor go remove am before Kevwe sef know as you neva tell her.” Onome said indifferently.⁣ ⁣ “Remove what?” Ayo asked; shock clearly written on his face.⁣ ⁣ “Remove the belle nau. Ahn….ahn…” Onome said.⁣ ⁣ Oghogho studied Ayo’s face carefully. “You no wan remove am?”⁣ ⁣ “Why would I do that? She’s carrying my child.”⁣ ⁣ Oghogho shook her head and followed it with a nod. “You be good man. But if she keep the belle, she no go fit continue this work.”⁣ ⁣ “I know that and I was trying to get her out of this….” Ayo spread his hands with a disgusted look on his face but stopped when he realized what he was about to say would seem insensitive to Kevwe’s friends.⁣ ⁣ Oghogho smiled. “No worry. I understand. All of us don tire. We jus no dey lucky like Kevwe wey get fine man like you.”⁣ ⁣ “Thank you.” Ayo said with a sad face. “Let me drop you at your place. I will come back and wait here till she wakes up.”⁣ ⁣ As Oghogho and Onome eased out of the car behind the house they lived in, Oghogho looked to the heavens. “Osanobua, make you send me good man like this wey go carry me comot from this house.”⁣ .⁣ .⁣ .⁣ Read this story on my blog by clicking the link in my bio. . . #olubukolasthoughts #olubukolasthots #yesterdaylives #africanauthors #africanwriters #africanfiction #naijastories #authorsofinstagram #bookstoread #bookblogger #blogsofinstagram #naijabooklovers #naijablogger #naijareaders #naijaauthors #nigerianauthors #nigerianfiction #romancestagram #romancewriter #writersinnigeria #bookstagrammer #bookaddict #storyteller #wordsmith #wordart #booksofinstagram (at Lagos, Nigeria) https://www.instagram.com/p/CHGc7APFtYb/?igshid=1mcf4575wtm0b

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⁣ Have you bought a copy of To Love and to Hold?⁣ ⁣ Have you read it?⁣ ⁣ Yes! So why have you refused to send me a review? 🤔⁣ ⁣ You love the story? Send the review.⁣ ⁣ You hate the story? Send the review.⁣ ⁣ Writers love reviews. It helps us get better.⁣ ⁣ Have I passed my message? ⁣ ⁣ Thank you in anticipation 😀 ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ #olubukolasthoughts #olubukolasthots #toloveandtohold #ToLoveAndToHold #booksofinstagram #bookstoread #bookblogger #bookstagrammer #nigerianauthors #africanfictionwriters #romancebooks #africanromancenovels #romancestagram #authorsofig #africanstories #naijabooklovers #naijaauthors #naijawriters #writingsociety #writersinnigeria #authorsofinstagram #readinginNigeria #naijabooklovers (at Lagos, Nigeria) https://www.instagram.com/p/CG3GM2mn0jB/?igshid=38h5e5yik0hk

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Omoshalewa ⁣ 👇⁣ ⁣ Their orders arrived and they began to eat. Tunde was almost done with his meal when he spoke up. “Shalewa, why are you keeping me in suspense? What’s the problem?”⁣ ⁣ Shalewa dropped her fork and looked at him. “Well, I had no intention of spoiling your dinner; that’s why I decided to hold on till you were done.”⁣ ⁣ “I’m all ears.” He said; looking at his plate as he tried to cut a piece of chicken.⁣ ⁣ “I need a break.”⁣ ⁣ Tunde put the piece of chicken in his mouth as he nodded, looking up at Shalewa. “A break? Why don’t you discuss with your dad. He may give you some time off.”⁣ ⁣ “That’s not what I mean, Tunde. I wasn’t referring to work. I mean a break from this relationship.”⁣ ⁣ Tunde’s eyes widened. He dropped his cutlery gently and took a sip of his drink. “A break from me?”⁣ ⁣ “Well, if you would rather put it that way.”⁣ ⁣ “Our wedding is in a few weeks.”⁣ ⁣ “I am aware of that. The more reason why I need a break.” Shalewa said as she looked at him straight-faced.⁣ ⁣ “But…but Shalewa, what went wrong?”⁣ ⁣ “I just need to sort out my feelings.”⁣ ⁣ “I thought we were past this.”⁣ ⁣ “No, we weren’t. We never were.”⁣ ⁣ Tunde was confused. “But you agreed to marry me?”⁣ ⁣ “To satisfy you and my dad. Have you forgotten so soon?”⁣ ⁣ Tunde pushed his half-eaten plate of chicken aside and held Shalewa’s hands on the table. “Please don’t do this to us. I love you.”⁣ ⁣ Shalewa pulled her hands from his grip. “Tunde, don’t make this more difficult than it already is. I can’t continue to live a lie.⁣ ⁣ .⁣ .⁣ Read Omoshalewa on my blog by clicking the link in bio.⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ #olubukolasthoughts ⁣#olubukolasthots #omoshalewa #romancewriter #africanfiction #naijastories #nigerianauthors #nigerianfiction #instablogger #instawriter #naijabooklovers #authorsofinstagram #readergram #bookstoread #bookblogger #blogsofinstagram #africanwritersoninstagram #africanfictionwriters #ebookreaders #booklovers #ebookstagram #writersinnigeria #authorsofig #romancewritersofinstagram #africanwriters #writersnetwork #authorscommunity (at Nigeria) https://www.instagram.com/p/CJbuaKAl3y2/?igshid=892hdewknc0j

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Excerpts from Omoshalewa ⁣ ⁣ “Thanks for the lunch, ma. It was nice.” Tunde said as they all stood up from the dining table and moved to the living room.⁣ ⁣ “You are welcome, my dear and I hope you visit more often.” Funke answered smiling.⁣ ⁣ “On Shalewa’s request, I would.”⁣ ⁣ “You do not have to wait for Shalewa’s consent to come over.” Bayo Samuel said matter-of-factly.  “This is like your second home. Remember, your late dad and I were buddies way back in the university. You are free to visit anytime.”⁣ ⁣ Tunde nodded his head.⁣ ⁣ “Shalewa, your mum and I would be in the study so you can have some time to catch up on old gists with Tunde.” Bayo smiled as he led his wife out of the living room.⁣ ⁣ “Okay daddy.” Shalewa answered, not appreciating the gesture. What gist did she have to catch up with Tunde? There was no history between them, so what was there to talk about?⁣ ⁣ They both sat down on opposite ends of the room watching the television. Since there was no history between them and they had nothing to talk about, they discussed about the issues on the television. Shalewa tried to be a good host but wondered if her parents knew that she wasn’t enthusiastic about their match making efforts.⁣ ⁣ .⁣ .⁣ Read the rest of this story by clicking the link in bio⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ #olubukolasthoughts ⁣#olubukolasthots #omoshalewa #africanauthors #romancewriter #africanfiction #naijastories #nigerianauthors #bookoftheday #naijawriters #bookstagrammer #writersnetwork #instablogger #bloggersofinstagram #bookblogger #storyteller #readergram #authorscommunity #africanwriters #creativewriters #wordsmith #africanfictionwriters #ebookreaders #ebookstagram #writersinnigeria #naijabooklovers #naijablogger (at Nigeria) https://www.instagram.com/p/CHdvOzuFEe5/?igshid=7pi5xs7ikigk