Mih morning oo

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Find someone who cares
about you as much as Gmail
cares about new devices
signing into your account.

           

Unfortunately, i will not chase you
You look good tho..

I couldn't wait to look at someone who shared my genes. I thought my baby was going to provide a decoder key to my past. But then I looked at Pippa and realized, no, she's actually the key to my future.
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This Afternoon, I was sitting outside the compound when I heard my neighbor and her dwarf husband playing a couple games and laughing. The game started from tying one person's eyes and allowing the person whose eyes are tied catch the other person as he or she runs around. I kept hearing the both couple laughing happily and screaming in excitement.

Suddenly the husband paused the game and told her that he wanted her to change the game to another one.

"Which game are we going to play now?" The wife asked.

"You will close your eyes and face the wall, while I go and hide somewhere. If you find me then you win. I will also close my eyes and face the wall while you hide."

The wife agreed to the game. She asked her husband to start hiding while she closed her eyes.

To have a wider place to explore, they decided to use the whole compound.

The husband being very smart, opened the door and closed back the door. Then he opened it again and left the door open.

When it was time for her to begin the search, she first came outside and looked around. Then she asked me in a whisper.

"Did he come outside?"

"I don't know o." I whispered back.

She started opening their reservoirs in the compound where they store water and was looking inside for her husband. She entered inside the house, and started checking the small buckets in the kitchen. She went to the bathroom and checked the small buckets for water and the big basin. She entered the bedroom and checked her box.

Unknown to her the husband was hiding at the back of the cushion and looking at her as he heard sounds of what she was opening and closing.

The woman entered the kitchen again and started checking pots. Even pot of soup.

That was where her husband provoked and came out.

"Small romantic game I say let us play, you turn it to insult. Haba."

"How na?"

"What am I doing inside bucket. I know I am short. But what am I doing inside bathroom bucket."

"Babe, you know this game you can hide in the wirdest of places just not to be seen."

"So I am so small that I will hide inside pot of draw soup. Is that one not insult. If it is you now will you hide inside pot of soup? Look for your husband you went to open pot of soup to search for him. I don't like this thing."

Laugh carried me instantly. I fell down amd broke my plastic chair.

I miss this couple wahala.

MY MOTHER’S CHOICE

Episode 1
A story written by Tracy Nathaniel

Helen, Mrs. Agatha first daughter, sat in the living room, beaming with joy as she scrolled through her phone. Mrs. Agatha walked in, her eyes fixed on Helen with a playful, mocking glint. She settled into the armchair opposite her daughter, their both eyes locked. Helen's giggles subsided as their eyes met, her expression turning slightly self-conscious. “Mother!” She maintained her composure.

"You're always blushing and smiling at your phone," Mrs. Agatha said, her tone laced with curiosity. "Yet, I haven't seen the man behind those messages. No one has come to our door to express interest in you. All this secrecy is it just a fleeting infatuation?"

Helen scratched her head. "Mother, when the time is right, I'll bring him home."

Mrs. Agatha expression turned stern. "And when is that time?"

Just then, Evelyn called from outside, "Mum, someone is here to see you."

Mrs. Agatha rose, her eyes still fixed on Helen. "I'll be right back."

As her mother stepped out, Helen exhaled, relieved. "Thank God she's gone." She stood and slipped into her room.

"Mrs. Agatha wouldn't stop pestering Helen about bringing a suitor home. 'Mum, let Helen be!' Patrick intervened. 'When the guy she's dating is ready, he'll come to seek her hand in marriage.'

Mrs. Agatha snapped, 'Will you shut your mouth? What do you know? Helen isn't getting any younger; she needs to move to a man's house.'

Helen sat silently, watching her mother and brother rant about her getting married. Feeling frustrated, she stood up and walked away from the scene."

Some weeks later, Helen brought Kenneth home. Mrs. Agatha sitting outside, gazed at the couple walking hand-in-hand toward her.

"Helen, why are you and Kenneth holding hands?" Mrs. Agatha asked, her tone firm.

Helen's face radiated joy. "Mother, Kenneth is the man I want to marry."

Mrs. Agatha’s eyes widened. "What? You can't be serious."

"I am, Mother," Helen replied. "Kenneth wants to marry me."

Kenneth stepped forward. "We're not joking, Ma'am. I truly want to marry your daughter."

Mrs. Agatha's expression turned skeptical. "What makes you think you're qualified to marry my daughter?"

She turned to Helen. "Among all the successful men in this city, you choose...him?"

Helen's voice rose. "Mother, what's wrong with Kenneth? He's kind, loving, and—"

"Does he have a good job, a stable future?" Mrs. Agatha interrupted.

Mother, I don't see anything wrong with him," Helen said firmly. "He's perfect for me, and I love him."

"First off, how much do you earn?" Mrs. Agatha asked Kenneth, her tone stern.

Helen intervened, her voice laced with frustration. "Mother, what's going on? You've been pressing me to get married, and now you're rejecting Kenneth just because he's not wealthy?"

Mrs. Agatha stood, her expression resolute. "Yes, I won't let my daughter marry a poor man. I'm going inside. When I come out, I don't want to see him here." She warned, "You won't like my actions if he's still around."

As Mrs. Agatha walked in, Helen shouted, "Mother!"

Kenneth's face fell. "I should leave now, Helen."

Helen grasped his hand. "No, don't go. I'll talk to her."

But Kenneth, already hurt by Mrs. Agatha's words, insisted on leaving. Helen stormed inside, furious.

"Mother, how could you?" Helen asked, frustration etched on her face.

Mrs. Agatha scoffed, "Look at yourself! Don't you have any self-respect? You want to marry a poor man like Kenneth?"

Helen stood firm. "He loves me, and I love him. We can support each other financially. I'm working too."

Mrs. Agatha's expression turned disdainful. "You think your salary can sustain you both?" She hissed, shaking her head, and stormed into her room.

Helen trailed behind, still protesting. "Mother, you have to listen to me!"

TO BE CONTINUE….