Broken Birds

Five

As surprising as it may sound, I feel free.
I did just as Anwar said.
I have made from 6pm to 9pm free weekdays, to do whatever I please except work. And I give myself adequate time during weekends.

But whether I'm working or my free time I've not been able to get Anwar out of my head, like at all.

Thanks to her I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders and now all I want is to see her again. And I'm getting more desperate as time goes by.

And I mean really desperate.
But I don't know where to start from.
Good thing is I know my way around a computer and whether we put our information there ourselves or not, the internet will always have answers.

Firstly, Anwar isn't a common name at least not in Nigeria so how many girls do you think are named Anwar? The possibility of any other girl possessing that name is 1% which increases my chances of finding her.

Secondly, the girl should be between age 28-30years and she's not married so she's most probably on social media, at least one for sure.

But that's all just information that I might not necessarily need. Social media is the easiest way for ordinary people but I'm not ordinary. I unlike others have the capacity to look for her through her birth certificate, hospital cards, ID card, voter's card, library card and even through the basic school portals.

As long as any of your information is stored in a computer then it is accessible. It's not easy and it's time consuming but I'll do whatever it takes.

I don't want to just find her, I want to know every single detail about her, from what time she wakes up to what she eats for dinner, all of it.

Meeting her wasn't a coincidence and I feel it was God's way to showing me the way. Showing me my woman and I won't give up. Not after all those failed dates, I've never been one to give up and I won't now.

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I needed to buy groceries and apparently my mum asked my sisters to get them too so I dropped by to pick them up.

I wait in the car.
Thankfully my parents are out so my mother won't force me to stay for lunch before we leave.

"Azza, hurry up" Aziza says over the phone before she ends the call.
My sister Azza is always the first to get dressed but somehow she's always the last to enter the car and there's no day you won't wait for Azza.

"You seem to be in a good mood" she says when she enters the car.
I start driving "Are you only saying that because you made us wait?"

She smiles "Partially but actually you do look like you're in a good mood"
"Are you saying I'm always looking sullen?"

"No, not that" Aziza backs up her sister "No. it's just that for the first time in a very very very long time you don't look like someone is chasing you".

I was confused.
"Chasing me?"
They both nod "Yeah. You walk, talk, eat and even sleep like you're owing someone money. Like every minute counts"

I think I was beginning to understand what they meant.
"So? Who is she?" Aziza asks with the widest smile.
"Who is who?" Azza asks confused.

Aziza groans and looks back at me "Tell us. You haven't dated since we were in high school"

My eye widens.
It's been that long?
It didn't feel that long.
I've really been out of the game for the longest time.

"Don't worry, if there's anything to share you'll be the first to know"
They both smile.

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