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It's...been a minute.

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A lot of us might already know about Donald. Typing this is still so surreal and for the past few days I have not been okay. 
          
          I wasn't as close to him as others, but I knew him. I helped him once to edit a few chapters of his story. We talked on one or two issues. He dared to be great and tell stories true to himself and his visions. 
          
          The last time we talked, it was concerning collaborating to “start a publishing company,” he said.  I remember chuckling before typing a response to him about how it was not easy to start one. You know, young people of these days and their dreams. 
          
          He responded, “I know it's a lot of work and when Anuoluwa came to me with the idea, I thought it was crazy. But then again, it's something I've been thinking about for a while now. So I decided, why not start small? We're not expecting to be an instant success but we can at least start somewhere.” 
          
          That was enough to convince me to want to help. So, I told him to write a proper proposal. 
          
          “I'll get you the proposal soon.”
          
          No one knew that soon was not coming. 
          
          I don't know what to say, I don't know how to think. All I have been praying for these past days is comfort for his friends and family. And I am hoping, truly hoping his last moment was peaceful. 
          
          Donald was excited about storytelling. Excited to be a part of people in Nigeria who told authentic stories we would all grow to love. To give to the society in the way he could.
          
          If reincarnation is real, I hope he comes back as something he loves. He had so much to give. He has so much to give. 
          
          I write this as a tribute to him here, because we met on the streets of Wattpad. And our Nigerian Wattpad Community will forever miss his passionate words. 
          
          God bless you Donald Uzoka. Rest on Champ.
          
           
          
          

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To readers of AT THE END OF AUGUST, I am sorry the updates will not be coming today due to the the fact that my power supply was interrupted because the suppliers are currently on a type of strike nationwide. Sad, but forgive me. 
          
          Let's see tomorrow.
          
          Xoxo
          Omonigho. 

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A PEEK AT THE NEXT CHAPTER OF  “AT THE END OF AUGUST ”
          
          Soon we got to the front of a story building that housed a staircase in front of it. From my angle I could see each of the classrooms had people inside of it. My nerves shot up. Maybe I should have waited for CRS, but then I would not have Ike to guide me to the next class either. 
          
          “Hey,” Jamuike held my palm and squeezed it gently. “They cannot bite you, plus I am sure you know a few of them from when you schooled here.”
          
          That was true, but that was still years ago, so I said just that to him. 
          
          “Then, if you get more nervous, just call my name three times and like Nollywood film I will appear beside you to fight your nerves with you.” That made me laugh, genuinely, looking at the ground in the process.  
          
          
          ***
          
          Be sure to check out the first three chapters posted already. 
          
          Xoxo
          Omonigho

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❝ ...the words stretched in my mouth as I finally saw the owner of the voice. Dark skin boy, full hair, black clothes that accentuated his tall height. Silver chains outlined his neck, wrist and the waist of his trouser. Most of all, his nails were coated black and looked better than mine. 
          
          A frown found its way between my brows, "And who are you?"
          
          "Your best nightmare." ❞ 
          
          
          Third chapter of AT THE END OF AUGUST is now out. Next week promises a double dose of all these goodness.
          
          https://w.tt/3zNekUy