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Adeyinka Oresanya is a passionate Christian novelist, whose love for the Lord, His word and writing has birthed more than ten short stories, including the popular The Struggling Virgin, and two novels. She is the editor of The Daughter's Inspirations Fiction Pamphlets for teens, which has blessed many readers. She is an avid reader and committed teenage teacher.
Visit her website at www.adeyinkaoresanya.com

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The Journey of Awelewa 5

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"Oh God!" I groaned when the lights went off, just when I was getting into the drama of Olivia Pope and Mellie Grant in Scandal—two women, rivals, striking a deal over the heart and the business of the president of America.
PHCN could be so insensitive at times.
Waking up this morning, I had felt like lazing around. Akinyemi had finally travelled to France for his course. We eventually settled our little quarrel, and it was decided no iru and no dogs. We are happy and moving on. Glory to God!
Sara had gone to her parents' house in Lagos to chill out after her bad break up, and Bolanle was spending the weekend at her boyfriend's place as usual, so I was alone at home on this bright Saturday morning. It was just natural that I felt like lazing around.
Hence, after my morning devotion and cleaning my apartment, I had settled into the thrilling movie, before PHCN decided to spoil the fun, and now was not the time to trek miles in order to buy fuel to power the generator. It was lazing-around Saturday, remember?
Sighing, I picked up my phone and began to browse through Facebook. Sara was grooving at the Elegushi Beach with some friends, and she had tagged me in her pictures. In a pair of black shorts, cameo-pink chiffon top, and a wide-brimmed hat that covered her hair weave, which had been let down, Sara, didn't look like her heart had been broken just some days ago. Her smile was so full of sunshine. You go, girl!
I scrolled down to see if Ayoade was among the people she had tagged. He wasn't. A part of me wished she had tagged him; he ought to see what he had passed over. Nevertheless, my home girl was looking good!
This further drove home this point for me—if you had just had a bad break up, try not to spend time moping around. Yes, it is easier said than done but very achievable. Visit friends, read good books, go for church programs, attend conferences and events, go to the beach and enjoy life, because it is not the end of the world! Just make sure you do something with your life. Who knows, you might eventually meet your very own this way.
I clicked 'like' on Sara's photos and moved on. Just then, my eyes caught a picture of a set of triplet boys tagged to the profile of a friend from my undergraduate days. The name of the guy who owned the picture was so familiar. I quickly clicked on his profile and searched for his pictures.
Just what I thought.
I stared at the screen of my phone, at the guy I used to love with the whole of my heart so much that it hurt; the guy who took advantage of the innocent love I had for him some five years ago.
Bukunmi Williams.
In my third year at the university, I met Bukunmi Williams through my friend Folake who also happened to be my course mate. Bukunmi was Folake's elder brother's close friend. He also happened to be the vice-president of their fellowship, which was a popular one on campus.
One night, Folake and I had planned to go study at one of the lecture theatres in the Faculty of Science when Dele, Folake's big brother, called her to come to the Faculty of Administration lecture theatre in order to collect a package their father had sent to her through a neighbour's son who was also attending our school.
When we got there and Bukunmi and I were introduced, the only word I said to him throughout was, "Nice to meet you, too." I was tongued-tied, star struck. Folake was at ease with both guys and they gisted for a while before she informed them we were going to read somewhere.
"Stay here to read," Bukunmi said, his eyes on me.
We studied there that night and several nights after. The more I saw Bukunmi, the more I fell in love, the more I felt it was right just because he was a passionate Christian and the vice-president of a fellowship. He was also good looking. What more could a Christian girl ask for?
I began to spend more time with him. Everyone around us, his friends and Folake, knew I was in love with this guy. It was like I wore my love for him on my sleeves. Everyone also knew Bukunmi was NOT in love with me.
And no one informed me.
…to be continued.

This story or any of its series may not be copied, reproduced or transmitted without acknowledgement of the original author—Oresanya Adeyinka J. Thank you for respecting the author’s work. 

This story is purely a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, localities, organisations  or  persons,  living  or  dead,  is  entirely coincidental  and  beyond  the  intent  of the  author.

 

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