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chapter one

I trekked down the quiet street of my town, even if I miss the buzzing noise of Lagos street, I still prefer the quietness of this place, maybe it's because I was use to it or because I just listening to my thoughts and let me tell you this, my mind is always busy and the quietness of this place allows me to sort through them.
     While I was in Lagos, I made a lot of mistakes because I act without thinking and later regrets my actions, actions I know I wouldn't take if I had the room to re- think.
      I just got back from touring this town and it's still the same way u left it a year ago, I catch with some old friends and drop my CVs at some organizations that I was hoping would call me back because I really hate being idle doing nothing.
      I opened the entrance door of my house and greeted my dad even though I know he wouldn't hear me since his favorite team are playing on the TV, I went to the kitchen and said 'hi' to my mum while waiting for the scolding
      " You know it's dangerous for a young lady to walk at this time of the night , right?"
     I rolled my eyes and said "mum! It's only 8pm"
     " Gbe enu e sohun, onibaje oshi" ( shut up, spoilt brat).
     " I told you several times not to talk back when I'm talking to you" she snapped.
     "I'm sorry mum" I answered sheepishly.
"Just go and change your clothes and come help with the foo " she instructs.
     I climbed the stairs taking two at a time and rush to my room to change my cloth to a short and tank top because I don't want another scolding from my mum.
     You see, my mum is a Nigerian and typical yoruba mother but my dad is an American who moves from Lagos to this small city to be with his soul mate.my parents met when my dad came to nigeria(Lagos) for business and my mom was talking her internship as a micro biologist but like me she has always been attached to this city, so my dad moves down here with her and building part of his business here but still travels a lot, mostly to Lagos and America  to attend to his other business.
      If you are wondering if I'm half bred or not, yes I am, half Nigerian half American. I was bullied alot in high school for been 'half bred' as they called me but as I grew up I started ignoring it.
    My parents adored me and i'm their only child, it took them years after marriage before they had me, when I finally came they were so grateful to God, so my mum named me oluwasemilore which means God do me good and my dad named me precious jewel and he treats me like one.
       During dinner, my dad started bugging about joining his company and I refuse for the millionth time
      "Come on Dad, I will join, it's my legacy but not now, I want to have experiences in other places and know what it's working under someone before becoming a leader. I promise that after my Master degree, I will join you" I smiled at him and gave him a side hug
      He continued grumbling about me punishing myself but I just ignored him.
    I lay on my bed, thinking about the day activities, and sort out my thoughts. I prayed for a good job soon and a relationship where I will be loved wholeheartedly. I want the kind of romance I read about in books, where the hero us madly in love with the heroine. I want my own hero and I want him soon .
    

       I dozed off into the night, not realizing my wish will soon come true.

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    Hello lovely readers,

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Hope you are enjoying it, if not I promise it will get better soon.

   'if anyone knows the English translation for oluwasemilore, pls let me know'

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