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Category: Stories
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Becquerel: Fart Lives Here.
Did I mention that I was to share the same room with Becquerel with no option of bail and no early release, at least not till I secured housejob? Well, now you know. My first night was … hm. We were three in the room. My wonderful sister had not returned to school yet. When…
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Becquerel: The Meeting.
First day back at home in Osogbo, I noticed a young, fair skinned girl on low cut working on something in the compound. I faintly remembered mum’s reference to an adopted girl who was now living with us. Her name; Becquerel. I congratulated myself on being able to recall her name and proceeded to be…
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The unmarried
How it was with James Dinner with James was more delightful then I expected. Of course, I got teased about the burnt rice. “Is this how you would be burning your husband’s meal?” “If my husband likes burnt meals, yes.” James had just gotten admission for a second Masters degree in a university in…
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Bachelor for life
…until death do us part! Just about people getting married… A very huge step I must say; becoming totally committed to one person for the rest of your life (as long as the person does not die before you). I don’t know if I am the only weird one, but I sometimes come to…