"𝐖𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐩𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬; 𝐰𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞." ~•~•~•~•~•~ Secondary School. To some it was hell, to some it was home. To some, it was a place to catch cruise and live your best life. To some it was a place where you ruled, where you were the main man at the top of the food chain. To some it was a place to hide under a façade. To some it was a place that determined what the future held. But to all, it was a place that brought challenges - physical and emotional. A place that brought self-discovery; a place that exposed the secret and the reality of life. Final year at River Brook Academy had finally come - basically what every secondary school student looked forward to. Suffice it to say, that it wasn't half as normal as the other years they'd spent. It came with whirlwinds, hurricanes, tornadoes, earthquakes...but what happens when Ore Jumai, Ayo Balogun, Bolu Jayeola, Nina Ogbeide and their friends all learn what they truly needed? Would they be able to take it and stand? Or would they leave it and fall to the ground? ****** Started: 24th December, 2020. Finished: #1in seatmate. #1 in identicaltwins #1 in finalyear #1 in secondaryschool #1 in pidgin #1 in nigerianstories #1 in nigerianhighschool #1 in schooldrama Cover design by Donald Uzoka.✨✨

Bassey, a 23-year-old girl who is on the verge of picking up the pieces of her broken life after a big move, meets an unassuming visitor on a random November afternoon at her front porch. Bassey is pushed by the colliding of her past and present into forming a companionship with the visitor, who is a junior pastor from the church in her new neighbourhood. As Bassey's platonic relationship with Lawrence sprouts a bud, lust crawls from its fresh petals to their bosoms. Bassey's newfound freedom in singlehood and Lawrence's longstanding faith are threatened by the fire of their attraction. Bassey and Lawrence must choose between embracing the fire and running away from its tempting red flame. After all, "There is no kindling of fire without burning."

sad sappy writings for the the month of november.