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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...
Perfection is achieved not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing left to take away.
___ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
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Bisola
"Jesus Christ," I shrieked, my eyes bulging out of its socket as I sat up, looking down at John in mock horror. John gave a throaty laugh beside me. How could I have forgotten where we were?
And why did the walls have to be paper thin?
"They seem to be enjoying themselves," John remarked, laughing once more. I proceeded to use my hands to block my ears but that did nothing to dull out the sound. I groaned.
"What the heck?"
"Well it is a love hotel, what did you expect?" John commented.
I glared up at him, slightly grateful that the dull mood from before had vanished. "This is all your fault,"
He grinned, twirled my hair with his finger once more, and then turned, his back facing me "Good night, Fatty"
"You want to sleep?" I asked, disbelief evident in my voice "With those sounds?"
They were even getting worse, the woman, I think, was shouting like a goat that it made me want to barge into their room and tell them to calm the hell down.
"I don't see the problem," John replied. I scoffed.
"Are you kidding me? And weren't you the one that said we should talk?"
"You didn't seem to want that," John said, his tone harsh again.
My face fell "Okay fine, let's talk now, okay?"
I felt some sense of relief when I saw him turn back to face me which I didn't understand. Our eyes met and he gazed at me quizzically.
"What do you want to talk about?"
"Stuff," I shrugged, trying my absolute best to drown out the sounds the woman was making. "We can talk about anything, and now that I think about it, I know nothing about you,"
He looked away, then back at me, "Seriously? But we have known each other for years,"
I rolled my eyes as memories resurfaced "And you spent those years bullying me, or have you forgotten?"
A slight frown graced his lips, "I thought I told you to forget about it,"
"I have," or have I? "I'm just reminding you, and since we are both partners in crime, I should know something about you,"
He let out a shaky breath and shook his head "Fine, what do you want to know,"
"Let's see," I brought my hand up to rub my chin, "Let's start with simple things first, what's your favorite food?"
