Save Me From Myself
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Jodie's music was to shield her pain from the past. Like that wasn't enough, a sickness she couldn't deal with threatened her fulfilment. Alongside the troubles that came with being a student in Unilag.
Dave was a young handsome doctor in the university hospital. His regular patients were girls. They always had problems on their 'chests'. He was never affected...till he met Jodie. He had to find a way to not only heal her body but her heart too. And maybe she'll heal his too.
Note: This is a Nigerian story. I'll try to proofread as often as possible but I probably won't as I'm lazy as f**k. Feel free to correct me though. You'll find words we speak in Nigeria. Our regular slang. Like "yeepa", "chimo", or our now made popular "aja one gbera" (not really). Just flow. You'll understand by and by. Lol. Or better come and live in Nigeria.
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