He came to propose to me, and died in my hostel

Jareth came over to my hostel that evening. We ate, laughed, and talked about everything—our future, our plans, the names of our unborn kids. It was perfect.

By nightfall, he yawned and stretched.

"Babe, I’ll be leaving soon. I just need to rest a little before heading home. Tomorrow’s a busy day at work."

"Okay,"

I smiled, kissing his forehead.

I let him sleep.

But at 9 PM, when I tried to wake him, he didn’t move.

"Jareth?"

I whispered, shaking him lightly.

Nothing.

"Babes? Ademi, Ayanfe mi?"

I shook him harder.

"Jareth, wake up!"

Still nothing.

I pushed, slapped, screamed—no response. His body was warm, but he wasn’t breathing.

Then, the real horror set in.

Jareth was dead.

My neighbors were gone for the night. It was as if they all planned to go to a party that night.

I was alone.

See me, see Kirikiri.

See court, see jail!

I grabbed his shoulders, shaking him with all my might.

"Jareth, please! Don’t do this to me!"

He didn’t even twitch.

I pounded his chest. I tried mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. I did everything I had ever seen in a medical drama, but he just lay there, lifeless.

Then... his phone rang.

I looked at the screen.

His mum.

I froze.

Then another call—his elder sister. Then another—his younger brother.

As if they knew. They kept calling.

My heart pounded so hard it felt like it would explode.

What would I tell them?

I panicked.

I couldn’t call the police. No hospital would accept him without a proper explanation.

I am finished.

My stomach churned. I ran outside to throw up in the nearby gutter. I started coughing. I was disoriented.

Then, his friends started calling too.

I had to move him.

But how?

His body felt heavier than the weight of my sins.

I dragged him to the car, struggling to lift him inside.

The boot? No. That was too suspicious.

I sat him upright in the passenger seat and buckled him in.

Then, I started the engine.

As I drove out, the security greeted him.

"Bros don jonz. He like life. See as he sleep. Bros we greet oh."

One of them laughed.

If only they knew.

I reached the big ditch. Student usually use it as a dumb site.

I turned off the car and sat there, crying for an hour.

"Jareth, please wake up. Please, baby. We had plans. Our dream house, our children... we were supposed to grow old together."

Nothing. I caught myself talking alone. I was beginning to run mad!

His lifeless body just sat there, unmoving.

I wiped my tears. I had no choice.

I opened the car door, went to his side, and pulled his body toward the ditch.

Then—something small rolled out of his pocket.

A small box.

I bent down and picked it up with trembling hands.

An engagement ring.

I stopped breathing.

He came to propose to me.

That realization shattered my soul.

I staggered back, the air suddenly too thick to inhale.

My entire body shook.

I couldn't do it. I laid on he floor with him, begging him to just wake for some minutes, and propose to me.

No.

I had to go back. I had to tell his family the truth. Whatever happened next, I will be ready.

I wiped my eyes, summoned all my strength, and struggled to lift him back into the car.

I was almost at my hostel gate when police stopped me.

They checked and tried to wake him but he didn't.

"I don't know why fine girl like you will be dating drunkard like this."

I was nearly ruining mad. How the police didn't noticed was beyond my understanding.

When I got home, my door was open.

I knew I locked it.

Something moved inside. I saw a sharp shadow running in my house.

My heart should have skipped a beat. But it didn’t. Because I was already dead inside.

Jareth was gone.

Whoever was inside could kill me if they wanted.

I grabbed a wooden plank near the door and stormed in.

And then—

UPROAR.

"SURPRISE!!!"

My legs buckled.I blinked, confused.

In front of me stood Jareth’s mum, my mum, my brother, his siblings, his friends— even my neighbours

All smiling.

My friends, Helen, Lydia and Johana all opening their wide teeth and holding balloons.

Then— music started playing.

A saxophonist emerged from my room, holding a small banner that read:

"Turn around."

I slowly turned.

And there he was Jareth.

Alive. Smiling. Holding the same ring I had seen by the ditch.

"Babe,"

he grinned.

"You always say nothing scares you. So, I decided to put that to the test. I love you. Please....."

I didn't bother to wait to hear the last sentence before I collapsed.

I woke up to laughter and claps.

Jareth sat beside me, holding my hand.

"So... will you marry me?"

he whispered.

With no strength left to scream or faint again, I nodded.

"Yes."

I will forever love him.

But first...

I need to kill him.

The End.

Spicezz Writes

FACTS ABOUT SIBLINGS AND THEIR POSITION IN THE FAMILY.
FIRSTBORNS: They are generally stubborn and they get irritated easily.
They are usually slim, plump or chubby.
They get angry if they don’t receive attention from their parents.
They usually fight or quarrel with the second borns.
They are accountable to anything that happen in the family.
They receive more punishments than others.
But they are very emotional people.
The family cannot do without them.

SECONDBORNS: They are the tigers of the family.
They always challenge the authority of the first born.
Their stubbornness pass that of the first borns.
They don’t get emotional easily but if they do,
they can cross seven rivers and forest for you.
They are the most loved and adored in the family and beyond.

THIRDBORNS: They obey their first born and they are crazy.
They love hanging out with friends and mostly extroverts.
They are mostly mummy’s pet.

FOURTHBORNS: They behave like the second borns but more obedient to their parents.
They are usually loyal but foodies of the house but don’t get fat.
They are usually daddy’s pet.

FIFTH, SIXTH & SEVENTH BORNS: They depend on their siblings and parents.
They question the authority of their older siblings.
Their older siblings often join hands to teach them a lesson.
They are the craziest of all.
SO WHAT IS UR POSITION IN YOUR FAMILY?
AM THE SECOND BORN


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"My Wife Made Me To Regret Marrying A Sìngle M0ther. She's Always Doing Tirisome With Other Men And Will Tell Me Her Hormones Isn't Working Whenever I Need It "- Actor Ijoba

“Before my wife moved out of the house, she showed me héll. She would deliberately próv0ke me to be@t her but I never did. It is not easy for a man to be@t a woman he loves. Despite everything she did to me, I didn’t want her to leave me so I was enduring. When a man is br0ke, he will not want his wife to leave him. Before things changed for me, I was making N3million monthly on my facebook and N3million on my YouTube apart from influencing jobs but suddenly I was démónetized. My wife who used to tell me her hormone was not working whenever I asked for s&x was having a high hormone for other men outside. I will always fear women. This is a woman I used to keep my ATM with when I was in money. She was in charge of my finances. Whenever I got my ‘ajo’ I would give her everything. Even the ajo she was contributing, I was the one paying it for her. My friends knew the sh!t she was doing behind me but they couldn’t tell me because they knew how much I loved her. I never allowed any third party between us’

what is paining me most is that the men I respect and prostrate for in the industry were sle3ping with my wife and they were still giving me marital advice when she moved out. She was not only ché♤ting on me, she was doing tw0s0me. I have all the evidence with me. May God pûnish me if I am lying. The day she left my house, she brought out three knîvès and told me she would st@b me. She was ready to klll me that day. I have never experienced such a thing in my life. I wanted to take the knîves from her but I just thought of it that if I f0rcefully take the knîves from her and she mistakenly st@b herself, I will be labeled a mvrd£rer so I let go.

She rained curses on me that day that I will never have money again. This is a woman that when I had money, I opened two big shops for her and I spent millions of naira to load the shops with goods. She made me regret marrying a single mother. She had two kids before I married her and I was taking the full responsibility of those kids. I also rented a house for her three siblings because I loved her so much. When she was leaving, she knew I had only N7000 in my account, and she told me it was over for me’

HOW TO ATTRACT YOUR MR RIGHT QUICKER AND FASTER...

Some ladies think being friendly with guys will make them think they are cheap so they act aloof or tough to keep their "dignity" and "honour", you may never attract your soul mate that way.

What makes a lady cheap is pre-marital sex or allowing guys to touch her inappropriately. Desperation -chasing a guy who has no single interest in you also makes you cheap, aside that baby, no where are you cheap for God's sake! Loosen up!

Being friendly with guys won't make you lose rapture, neither will your virginity disappear because you smile at godly brothers.

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Caution needs to be taken though, lest your being friendly turns to something else. Set boundaries. Don't allow men touch you inappropriately in the name of being friendly with you. Don't visit guys in their apartments including your Pastor if the wife is not around.

Don't run after a guy that does not respond to or reciprocate your friendliness. Friendship is a two way thing. I call you, you call me. I respect you, you respect me. If you are the one doing all the calls, reaching out, etc, that friendship is sick and you need to re-define it.

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Thanks for reading. God bless you. Cheers!

© Seun Oladele
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