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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the Faith’s imagination and (actual places) are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. ... Faith Tunde-Yara  It was 6.52 am. Dolapo snoozed her alarm one more time. She was still so tired. She had an extremely long Sunday and honestly wished she could stay in bed longer than usual. She managed to wake up from the beautiful dream she was having; Jay was about proposing in the dream, then her boss had walked into the office and somehow, Jay couldn't go on with the proposal with that look on his girlfriend's boss' face. Proposal was ruined, as a matter of fact, every other person had gone back to their various tables to go on with their jobs after s

Hello darling sweethearts. I'm in high spirits as I type this, and it's just because of something most people are used to, that they'd probably wonder why I'm overly excited... Reason is simple but so worth it. I'm here, alive and well, typing this post and you're here to read it. Wow! We made it people, from the beginning of the year till now. Whoop! Whoop!  Make some noise!!! Okay, let me get back to my gentle self... lol. This is just to wish everyone a 'fantabulous' Christmas. *** Errmm... I'm thinking of posting "Christmas stories" of different people right here. If you would like me to post your Christmas story, please send a story containing what made or will make your Christmas a memorable one and I'd post here. Let's have fun this Christmas by sharing exciting stories of this festive season. You can send your story to teewaieff@yahoo.com or just post a brief one by commenting on this blog post. As for me, I&#

Okay… So, I told myself a long time ago that I wasn’t going to do this but here I am, doing the exact thing I said I wouldn’t do (*covers face*). When I’m done, I hope you will see reasons with me as to why I have decided to this.   Let me not bore you with too many stories about who or what Sax & Sweeties   stands for. Today, it’s all about the brain behind Sax & Sweeties and all I want to do with this blog post is to celebrate this rare gem. He’s obviously (from the pictures) a talented musician; a saxophonist and keyboardist; my very own ‘6’ , and my co-writer on the butterflies series. I just want you all to celebrant this wonderful personality with me. Happy birthday Oluseyi D. Sax. Your best days are here and you can count on all the followers of this blog and myself especially to wish you the very best and nothing but the best in all your endeavors as you kick start an amazing new journey on this special day of yours. Oh yeah, imma say this

Hello lovelies. Welcome  the last episode of 'the butterflies'. I want to thank you all for following the series. Your constant feedbacks on BBM, Facebook and even on the blog, has kept me going. Thanks again. Do enjoy the read and please, let me know what you think via your comments. ****************************************************************************** It had not been a smooth journey. She could attest to that but there was no going back on this beautiful new journey she was now on. All of a sudden, life had a new meaning, everything was worth it in the end; there was a joy that radiated on her that she couldn’t even hide; it was magical – this was magical… *** “Funmi… Funmi…” Tofunmi’s mother couldn’t help but laugh out. She had not seen her daughter glow like this in a long time. She remembered the last time she saw this innocent, happy; no, joyful look on her daughter’s face. It was on her first trip to trans-amusement park . She and her husband ha

    “Hey babe…” “Hey you… good morning…” Tofunmi stretched in her bed. She squinted twice and then opened her eyes to check the time on the wall clock. It was still so early, just 2.30am in the morning. “You’ve not slept? ...” Tofunmi asked as she yawned again. Tofunmi had just gotten back home fully from school, having submitted her project. She had stayed back one more week to clear her stuffs, and keep Ibinabo’s company. She was so glad to be back at home. It had been a hectic final session. She was just going to sort out the processing of her scholarship for her Masters degree as she wanted to go for her NYSC program before starting her Masters Degree program. She was yet to decide what school she would choose; but it was definitely going to be a Nigerian school, preferable University of Ibadan as it was closer home and because she could be with Ayomide. Temiye had been in touch almost all through her journey back home and they still spoke for a while before