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I want to start this last episode with my  'thank you ' speech. My initial plan was to finish this series in three months but because of other  major projects  contending for my attention, I couldn't meet up with the deadline. Thank you so much for your patience since October 2015, for the encouraging messages and amazing comments from everyone. I want to particularly thank everyone that has consistently dropped comments after each episode, and for my other readers that never fail to comment on facebook and BBM. I must warn you though. This episode is a bit long, but I can bet you won't drop your device (or whatever it is you're reading with) till you've read the very last word. Let me wrap my speech up here. Enjoy the read!...  Faith Tunde-Yara It might not have been the best of ideas to go see Segun at the office to discuss my   break-up   plans but it just didn't seem fair to keep   forcing  the love that I could no longer feel. Segun deserved b

The past few weeks of my life have been the best I had experienced in a really long time. I was having a ‘ball’. I’m not sure I had been this happy in a while. I couldn't care less about what anyone thought of the steps I had taken in my head and in real life. I was particularly excited that my business had taken a huge turn in a positive direction. There was something about Demola’s presence in my life. I never ran out of ideas. Besides, he never complained that I bothered him at odd hours. Mum and dad had been involved in all my plans to start off a real fashion store, and dad was exceptionally happy about my decision. Every conversation in the house was centered on my business – recruiting an assistant for the online store and for making deliveries, getting a shop space, registering the business promptly, designing a real website, and so on. Every day came with something new, and today was not going to be different. I gave myself a mental pat on the back, as I stepped

"You know I was thinking I should make you feel bad more often so that you could apologize like this all the time..." I laughed. He raised his head from his plate and laughed too.  "Hmmnn. I see what you're doing. So you've been acting up intentionally all along" "Of course now. What sort of friend will I be if I don't make you feel bad for what you should normally feel bad about? I mean, your friend was hospitalized and you didn't show up... Your best friend o." I paused on the food and waited for his reaction to my last statement. He just smiled on. "What if I had died? Ehn? Answer me jor, Mr. Smiling face" I used my fork to pick a slice of plantain from his plate. This was not me, but I loved this new me that was easing up on the formal friendship and interaction with Demola. "Now, that's one thing I don't joke with" His face changed a bit, and the next thing was his fork in my plate to take the sli

Happy new year, lovelies. It shall be a glorious year for us all, by God's grace. I'll save apologies and other pleasantries for later. Here's episode 7 for your reading pleasure. Enjoy the read, and please keep the comments coming. I love you all, especially because you remain ever so patient with me... *coversface*. Have a great 2016. xoxo. ... Faith Tunde-Yara "Hey you..." He sounded excited. "Hey..." I rolled my eyes in annoyance, and pretended that he had just disturbed my sleep. My response was cold, I knew it and I wanted it to be that way. "You're mad at me. I know and I'm sorry." "I wanna make it up to you, okay?" He continued. "What's up?" I replied disinterestedly. "Errrm... lunch? 2.00pm?" I could sense the smile that was forming on his lips. I was quiet for a moment, and he waited till I spoke up. "Fine. Pick me up at 1.30" I continued in my cold ton