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His 9ja Babe
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Complete, First published Sep 19, 2020
"Do you remember your highschool in Nigeria?" I asked.

"Nigeria? No, I studied abroad!"

"No! You were in Nigeria.Do you remember me?"

"You? Am I suppose to?"

"Yes, I'm Naomi! You used to call me Cupcake!"

"I don't understand what you are talking about. Maybe you are mistaken"

"Mistaken? I'm sure it is you"

"But I don't know you!" he yelled.

"Give me some time. You will remember me"

"Sorry, woman but that's enough. I need to go"

"Please wait"

"But you are in my way!"

"Your way?"

"Yeah! To the sexy woman behind you"

I froze and watched him leave. He strode to the pretty lady behind me and my heart squeezed.

~~~~•~~~~

Naomi Tosin had a highschool love story. She had a boyfriend who she had helpessly fallen I love with. But they were separated by an unfortunate incident. Fate gives her a second chance to complete that love story. When her love doesn't remember her, it is up to her to renew that story and give it the ending it deserves. Will she be victorious or would she be forced to say goodbye?

This is a battle and she needs to win it. Read to know what life throws at her. And find out who wins in the end. The other woman or Naomi?

Updated: 31st Dec, 2020

Finished: 18th July, 2021
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