The Grey In Black And White {COMPLETED}

The Grey In Black And White {COMPLETED}

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The teenage period is usually not always easy. You make mistakes, you learn from them. It's like a moulding phase towards adulthood, which tends to be harder than adults make it sound. Especially in this generation. Growing up in a society where having a psychological condition means you're a freak, abnormal or an attention seeker. Where gender inequality is still seen as normal and right. Where anything other than Heterosexuality means you're possessed or the spawn of the devil. Where showing your emotions as a guy means you're soft and weak, because toxic masculinity isn't seen as a problem. Also, having anything to do that's related to these "atrocities" means you're set for an even bigger social stigma. Being a teenager becomes harder than hard. Just a group of teenagers trying to find a place for themselves in midst of a backward society, realising that life can't be all black and white. Growing in an African home is hard but what's harder is being a Nigerian. O le gán. "It is better to be hated for what you are, than to be loved for what you're not." -André Gide
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TRAPPED

I didn't come here to be anyone's fantasy. Not his. Not the dean's. And definitely not while my own life is falling apart. After everything that happened with my family, I just wanted a clean slate - lectures, exams, maybe some quiet. But he won't leave me alone. The way he looks at me isn't professional. It isn't safe. And worst of all... it's starting to feel familiar. He's older. Powerful. Sharp in that dangerous kind of way, the kind that makes your stomach twist and your pride rise. And no matter how hard I try to stay away, his presence lingers in the hallways, in my thoughts, in the places I swore I'd never go again. I know how these stories end: girl gets too close, girl gets burned. But no one warns you how warm the fire feels, how human, how haunting, how much like home. I'm trying to hold my ground. But the line between desire and danger, consent and coercion, is thinner than I ever imagined. And if I fall this time... I won't be the only one who gets scorched. Because his wife is watching. And she's smiling.

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