THE STORY OF OBEDIENCE

“Adanna stared at the email, her fingers trembling over the keyboard. After months of silence, there it was—Chike’s words, raw and tender. The same boy who once defended her honour was now asking if their hearts could survive distance. Could obedience still hold them together across miles and seasons?”

Age is Just A Number

So, I am not paranoid but I think someone has been following me like I am being tracked or followed.
All my dissipated energy came back, I was fired up and ready to kick some ass.
I wore my cross bag filled with pepper spray and other defence tools. I was ready, but I noticed no one was following me, I began to wonder if the guy noticed me when I trailed him and decided to back off.

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