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A NIGERIAN ROMANCE NOVEL
Coupled with the guilt of killing a friend in the university, John Salami returns back to Nigeria with the hope of having a fresh start. There he meets Bisola, the girl h...
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Bisola
"You've used me again," John said.
I nodded my head. I couldn't argue to that "I'm sorry,"
"Just a few days since I have arrived, you've already dragged me into your mess,"
"I'm sorry,"
"You exploited me to save your skin,"
"Sorry nau,"
"You can't even-"
"Have I not said sorry! What is it sef?"
I sat down firmly with my arms folded in John's car, staring outside the window as the cold breeze flew in, gliding the fallen strands of my hair in different directions. It hadn't been long since I explained to John what had happened and minutes later he began chewing me out as if I didn't know I was at fault. What is his problem?
"You're not the one that's supposed to be angry,"
I rolled my eyes "So, what do we do?"
"You have to cancel,"
"Never,"
"Why?"
I whisked my gaze to his direction and stared down at the blue cotton t-shirt he was wearing which had 'I Love Sandwiches' written on it. Wasn't he cold? And it was also funny how people never change, he still had terrible dress sense ''You know the kind of person my mother is, she'll kill me,"
"Yeah, I remember when she whacked me with her slipper when I broke your glass window," he smiled as he recalled the old memory "Changed my life,"
"Oho! So what do you think will happen to me?"
"You'll be in trouble," he stated his voice firm.
"Deep trouble,"
John sighed and rested his head on the steering wheel as he stared at me "So, what now?
I unfolded my arms and shrugged slightly"I don't know."
I had hauled myself into one big mess, dragging John along with me.
But all in all, I blame it on my overbearing mother. If not for her all of this wouldn't have happened. Maybe it's about time I move out of that house and start living on my own. Which working adult still stays in the parent's home anyways?
"Just do you know," John began, cutting me off from my deep thought "I'm not going to be tagging along with this,"
"What?" I rose my head up.
"I mean," he shrugged "if you expect me to comply with whatever you've done, you're wrong,"
My jaws dropped as I stared at him blankly "So what you're saying is you're not going to help me?"
