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@Urchilla01 Not necessarily. I was told the same thing years ago after I lost my dad. The tears just wouldn't come. I was in pain but pain was already a language I understood. Another reason I believed help me was that he informed me he wasn't going to make it! I was prepared.

The grief dey front and it'll be insane. No be now he really need una. After burial na when una really go need rally around am like mad

@wakajeje116 Peace actually brings food stuff from home but Eric was equally leaving ok. It's was kinda symbiotic

@dee9c Wetin go pain me be say if na Peace dey buy that foodstuff but if not, she should let it go. Werey ni Eric, I think all he wanted was a care taker and a hole to put his D

Eric was in his final year-500 level Electrical Engineering-when Peace entered his life. She had just gained admission, barely settled into school, yet somehow found herself settled into Eric’s single off-campus room. What started as companionship quickly blurred into..

@CelesteWAO @OverlordInfinix Gm Celeste 😊 💜 Have a beautiful day

Is it too late for a GM!💜👊 Last week even my weekend was all about breaking the code… did you catch our BTS story 👇 Months of hard work were almost about to go to waste… Even Celeste had a full-on freakout 😅 @OverlordInfinix needs a big round of applause 🤗💜

3333 Sensei pandas. Different pieces, one whole. Load in 4K

@SolanaSensei @solana @Pumpfun @bonkfun @toly Novice here 😂

4 months, 4 runners. May the force be with you. (Full transparency: I've missed all these plays too lmao)

@General_Oluchi My office is a 2 minute walk from home, wife 30 seconds to hers, kids take a minute to walk into their school. Church is 2 minutes away. My whole life is completely encapsulated 😂. I only drive if I have deliveries or running other errands.

We went from driving 7 mins every day to drop the kids at school, to just walking 2 mins to their school. I could see the building from my back window. In fact, if not for my neighbor’s fence, I would just walk through their backyard and get there in 1 minute. You won’t understand convenience until you have everything around you.

I'm bored of saying it, but any Yoruba person reading this should please remember that there will still be life after Tinubu. His mission to turn you and Igbo people into enemies for the sake of his short-term political interest will only spoil your life for no reason.

hostel—quieter, withdrawn, untouchable. She never dated again. Not through the extra year she spent fixing her grades. Not even after she left school. Because sometimes, the deepest wounds aren’t made by chaos… …but by someone who simply walks away like you never mattered.

What made it worse? There had been no fights. No warnings. No signs—at least none anyone could see. Just years of giving… erased in a week of silence. Eric moved on without a word. No explanation. No apology. No closure. Peace eventually left that lodge, moving into the school

@KrisJr01 Omo 😱😱😱

In 2021, and my friend was finally ready to settle down. He was a Lagos guy, doing well for himself, and had fallen hard for a beautiful girl. She was an undergraduate at UNIZIK in Awka, but her parents were rooted in Asaba. After months of planning, the big day had arrived: the official introduction on a Friday. He drove into Asaba from Lagos, full of hope and big plans. His brother and another friend came in from Owerri to stand by him. The ceremony at her parents’ house was picture-perfect. Smiles were exchanged, drinks were poured, and hands were shaken. He even dropped a heavy envelope of cash, the customary fee required just to be handed the official traditional marriage "list." As far as he was concerned, he was a married man in waiting. With the Friday formalities concluded, everyone went their separate ways. His brother and friend hit the road back to Owerri. His bride-to-be kissed him goodbye, supposedly catching a ride straight back to her hostel in Awka to prepare for classes. With a full heart, my guy fired up his engine and got on the expressway, aiming to conquer the long drive back to Lagos before nightfall. But the universe had a different itinerary. Barely out of town, the temperature gauge on his dashboard spiked. His engine was overheating. By the time he managed to limp the car to a local mechanic and get the issue sorted out, the sun was already dipping below the horizon. It was past 5:00 PM. Knowing the risks of the Lagos-Benin expressway at night, he made the practical choice: he found a decent hotel in Asaba, checked in, and decided to hit the road at first light. By 10:00 PM, the walls of the hotel room were closing in on him. Restless and unable to sleep, he decided to take a late-night drive to clear his head and get a feel for the city's nightlife. He didn't have a destination in mind, but the neon lights and pulsing bass of Asaba led him straight to Pinnacle. It was the city's premier spot, packed with people living for the weekend. He was just taking in the scene when the breath was knocked completely out of his lungs. There, in the middle of the lounge, bathed in the strobe lights and dressed for a night she would never tell him about, was his fiancée. The same woman who was supposed to be in her UNIZIK dorm room. She wasn't studying. She was living it up in Asaba, completely oblivious to the fact that the man who had just paid for her hand in marriage was standing a few feet away, watching his future shatter. My phone rang just before midnight. "Kris..." His voice was hollow, trembling with a kind of devastation I had never heard before. "Kris, see babe wey I just drop money make them use bring list for me today." He didn't have to explain further. The raw, suffocating pain in his voice told me everything. He was breaking apart in a city where he was entirely alone, trapped in a nightmare he couldn't wake up from. I knew I couldn't just offer words of comfort over the phone. I needed to step in. I barely slept. First thing Saturday morning, I was at the park in Owerri, jumping into the first bus heading to Asaba. When I finally got to his hotel, he looked like a ghost. He tossed me his car keys without a single word. I packed his things, put him in the passenger seat of his car, and took the wheel. I drove him all the way back to Lagos, navigating the heavy silence. I stayed with him for the rest of the weekend, making sure he ate and just being a presence in the room so he wouldn't have to face the collapse of his life alone. Come Monday morning, I caught a flight from Lagos back to Owerri because of work, leaving him to pick up the pieces. It has been years since that Friday in 2021. Time is supposed to heal all wounds, but a betrayal that cuts that deep leaves a permanent scar. Till date, he hasn’t recovered, and he hasn't made a single move to try getting married again. All it took was one overheating engine to save him from a lifetime of lies, but a heartbreak, the cost of that truth