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Unsaddled wishes: Chideziri POV
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2024-10-29 19:42:56At school-over, after i didn't answer his first two "Guy, make we dey push." Ahmed practically yanked me out of the assembly hall by my joggers. I was so blissed-out that i didn't mind being dragged around. My mind is a prism, a glassy box full of Chimamandas. She's everywhere in my mind, every thought, every memory, every smile is saturated with her.
I must have been looking stupid because Chantelle snapped her fingers repeatedly in my face.
"Do you care to join us, mere mortals, down here on earth." It's enough to yank me out of the green hills of the Federal republic of Amanda, Yara state.
I glare at her. She makes a rude gesture with her fingers and smirks. This girl doesn't know when to piss on my parade.
I grip the straps of my bag and hold on to stop me from running and whooping, or doing something even more childish.
But the exhilaration doesn't last long, it dissipates like a bonfire doused with
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