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If only I could draw back the hands of time, I would have picked Jane’s call. Then maybe, just maybe, she would still be alive.

Jane was a very good friend of mine. We had known each other for three years and built a lot of good memories together. Then all of a sudden, she began to act cold towards me. I would text her on WhatsApp and she wouldn’t respond, even when the two blue ticks showed that she had read my messages.

At first, I thought it was a mistake. But when it happened again, I began to get upset.

I tried calling her several times, but she didn’t pick up. I was angry. Why was she suddenly behaving like someone I had to beg for attention? If she chose not to rate me anymore, then I wouldn’t rate her either.

So I stopped reaching out. I told myself I had moved on.

One day, while scrolling through Instagram reels, my phone rang. It was Jane calling. My heart jumped, not because I missed her, but because finally, I had the chance to do exactly what she had done to me.

I let the phone ring.
Once.
Twice.
Again.

After the fourth ring, it went silent.

I laughed. I felt satisfied. That night, I slept peacefully.

The next morning, my phone rang again.

It was Jane’s sister.

She told me Jane had died the night before. The last person she tried calling was me. She had been battling cancer and didn’t want to be a burden to anyone. That was why she withdrew. That was why she stopped replying.

I wanted to scream, but no sound came out. My eyes burned, but the tears refused to fall. All I could do was hold my head as guilt replayed everything over and over in my mind.

Some calls are not meant to be ignored.
Some silence cannot be undone.

Today marks Day 6 of my consistency journey in writing.

See you tomorrow for Day 7 🤍

I came across a picture today, and it reminded me of Aunty Bisi.
Aunty Bisi was a vibrant young woman who had just gotten married to the love of her life, a tall, dark-looking uncle named Mr. David. They lived at the end of our street, and back then, everything about their marriage looked warm and hopeful.

After giving birth to two girls, Aunty Bisi couldn’t conceive again. Not long after, her husband’s family began to pressure him to take a second wife. They were afraid there would be no man to carry on Uncle David’s legacy after he left this earth.

Terrified of losing her husband, Aunty Bisi ran to the hospital again and again. This must have been the hundredth time. Tears rolled down her eyes as she begged the doctors to help her at any cost, anything at all, just so she could save her marriage. But the doctors stood their ground. She was advised not to get pregnant for now due to complications from her last pregnancy. Another pregnancy could cost her her life. Bisi returned home broken.

One evening, she overheard her husband assuring his family that he would take a second wife. And that was it. She couldn’t bear the thought of losing her once-lovely marriage, the love of her life. So she made a decision like Queen Esther.

“If I perish, I perish.”

She laid with Uncle David and became pregnant. Her in-laws were overjoyed. Suddenly, she was treated like a queen again. They cared little about the effect on her body; all that mattered was their heir.

A month to her due date, she felt a sudden, sharp pain. Then the blood started flowing. She screamed for help and was rushed to the hospital. The doctors discovered she had suffered a uterine rupture. Her womb had torn, and she was bleeding internally. They rushed her into surgery, fighting to save both mother and child but the damage was already done.

Aunty Bisi lost her life.
The baby she never saw.
The marriage she didn’t keep.
Phew.

I even heard that Uncle David got married again last week to a rich woman who chose not to give birth herself but opted for a surrogate. Uncle David and his family reportedly agreed without hesitation.

It’s well.

Sending light and hugs to every woman out there going through a similar situation. 🤍

It's Day 5 guysssss💃

Today marks Day 5 of my consistency journey in writing.

See you tomorrow for Day 6 🤗

Dear Diary,

Today, I took another long break alone to meditate. I really needed to know who I am or I'll end up living someone else's life. Just then, my fourteen-year-old cousin walked up to me. Her eyes were swollen like someone who had been crying for days. Concern etched itself across my face as I turned fully to

"What's wrong Bimbo?" I asked.

She opened her mouth is to say something but instead a tear dropped from her eyes. As if that was a signal to ignite the tear glands, it came pouring followed by a sniffled sob. She was trying so hard not to attract the attention of the others.

I quickly took her into a tight hug, my heart aching with worry. What could have made the poor girl hurt this much.

"What's wrong my dear?. You're scaring me"

"He...he... he.... called me ugly" She finally said, her voice breaking. “I even tried extra hard to look pretty just to get his attention.”

I paused.

Did I just hear right?. She was crying this way because of what a stranger said?. She literally interrupted my thoughts just to whine about this?. Ah!

I disengaged from the hug as I restricted the African mum spirit from taking a hold of me because just one soundless slap on her chin, is enough to give her a factory reset. But another glance at her face made me pause. There was confusion and hurt registered on her innocent eyes. She looked like someone who just got sentenced to being ugly all the days of her life and she needed someone to come to her aid.

I felt tears sting my own eyes. I softly held her hand and sat her down.
“What if I told you that you’re a boy?” I asked, my face completely serious.

She stared at me like I had suddenly grown horns.

“Are you trying to be funny? Why would you joke at a time like this?”

“I’m not joking,” I said. “I’m serious. You’re actually a boy.”

Her disbelief deepened.
“Why would you say that? I’m obviously a girl. It’s a fact.”

I smiled gently and asked,
“Then why is it so easy for you to believe a boy who called you ugly but so hard to believe me?”

That question made her pause as reality dawned on her.

How quickly we trust unfamiliar voices to define us. How early we begin to hand over the power of defining us to people who don’t even know us.
Not everyone deserves the power to name you. Especially not someone who hasn’t taken the time to know you.

Whose voice have you been trusting to define you?

Day 3/30



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Today, I decided to start something, something I’ve been thinking about for a while but never really committed to. For the next 30 days, I’m going to write. Every day. Not just thoughts or random notes, but stories. Stories that might feel like fiction but are really stitched from the little truths I’ve lived, heard, seen, or felt.

Why? Because I want to be productive, intentional, and consistent. Because I want to grow my voice, not just for me, but for anyone who might see themselves in my words.

It will be tilted "Dear Diary series"🤗

I don’t know exactly where this journey will lead, but I do know that showing up is the first step.

So, dear diary, here we go.

Day 1/30.



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It's been two years... Two long, agonizing years, but the memories still haunt me like a shadow that refuses to fade.

I always believed in the sanctity of forgiveness. I was raised to think that love could overcome anything, that no matter how deep the hurt, forgiving someone was the key to healing. That’s what I told myself as I walked through life, always willing to give people second chances, even when they didn’t deserve it. But life, in its cruel irony, had other plans for me.

It started with T**i. She was my best friend, my soulmate. We had grown up together, shared everything together; our childhood dreams, our heartaches, our secrets. She was the one person who knew me better than anyone else. I had no doubt in my mind that I could trust her with anything.

Then, I met Daniel.

He was everything I had ever wanted; kind, attentive, ambitious. He made me feel loved in a way no one else ever had. We spent hours talking about the future, about the life we would build together. I was convinced he was the one. And for a time, he made me feel like I was the center of his universe.

But it wasn’t long before that world came crashing down.

One afternoon, T**i showed up at my apartment, her face pale, her hands trembling. She couldn’t even meet my eyes as she stood in the doorway, looking as if she’d just seen a ghost.

"What's wrong?" I asked, sensing the weight of something terrible about to be revealed.

She shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. "I’ve done something horrible... something I can’t take back."

Confusion mixed with fear flooded my chest. "What do you mean?"

"I... I’ve been seeing Daniel. Behind your back." Her words cut through me like a knife.

The world spun as I struggled to understand what she was saying. "What? How could you...?" I could barely breathe.

She collapsed on the couch, sobbing uncontrollably. "I never meant for it to happen, Ella. It just... happened. I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you. But I can’t lie anymore. I’m in love with him too."

I felt like the ground had been ripped from under me. My heart raced in my chest, the betrayal eating away at me like acid. The one person I had trusted most in the world had taken everything from me - my best friend, and the man I thought I would spend my life with. They had both lied, stolen from me, and now stood before me acting all broken and innocent.

I confronted Daniel that same day, my hands shaking with fury. "How could you? How could you betray me like this?" My voice cracked as the weight of it all settled on my shoulders.

"I’m sorry," he whispered, tears streaming down his face. "I never meant to hurt you, Ella I love you. This... this was a mistake. It won’t happen again."

But it was too late. The damage was done. The trust I had placed in him, in both of them, was shattered beyond repair.

I didn’t want to lose them. I didn’t want to face the painful truth that the love I had felt was a lie, that the bond I had shared with T**i was broken forever. So, I did what I thought was right. I forgave them.

I convinced myself that maybe, just maybe, I could move past the betrayal. Maybe love could heal us all. I tried to pretend nothing had changed, tried to put on a brave face. I continued to call T**i my best friend, continued to date Daniel, even though every time I saw their faces, all I could feel was the sting of what they had done.

But it wasn’t that easy.

With every passing day, the wounds they had inflicted deepened. Every time I saw T**i, I was reminded of the trust I had lost. Every time Daniel touched me, I could feel the weight of his lies pressing down on me. I could no longer ignore the resentment that simmered beneath the surface.

And then, the cracks began to show.

The more I forgave them, the more I lost myself. The person I once was, strong, independent, full of life, began to fade away. I became consumed by anger and confusion, never able to escape the shadow of their betrayal. It felt like I was living in a constant state of fear, walking on eggshells, terrified that at any moment, I would break completely.

But still, I held on. I couldn’t bear the thought of being alone, of letting go of the people I had once loved. I told myself that if I kept forgiving, maybe things would get better. But they didn’t.

And then, one evening, I had an epiphany.

I was sitting alone in my apartment, staring out the window at the fading sun, when it hit me. Forgiving someone doesn’t mean you have to keep them in your life. Forgiving someone doesn’t mean you have to allow them to continue hurting you. I had been so afraid of losing them, of being alone, that I had forgotten to protect myself.

I had forgiven T**i twice before for betraying my trust. I had forgiven Daniel for every lie he told me. But somewhere along the way, I had stopped forgiving myself. I had allowed their actions to strip me of my dignity, my peace of mind, all for the sake of a loyalty that was no longer mutual.

It was time to let go.

I ended things with Daniel that night. I told him I couldn’t continue pretending that everything was okay. I told him that the trust we had shared was gone, and that I would never be able to look at him the same way again.

The next day, I sat down with T**i, my heart heavy, but resolute. "I forgive you, T**i. But I can’t continue this relationship. I can’t continue to be around someone who has hurt me like this."

She begged me to stay. She apologized over and over, but I knew in my heart that I couldn’t save us anymore. I couldn’t keep putting my happiness on hold for the sake of a relationship that no longer served me.

Walking away from them both was the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but it was also the most freeing. In letting go of the people who had betrayed me, I finally began to heal. I realized that forgiveness doesn’t mean allowing people to continue hurting you. Sometimes, it means finding the strength to walk away and protect your peace.

Forgiveness is not about holding on to toxic relationships. It’s about finding the courage to sever the ties that bind you to pain and making the choice to live for yourself.

I think every large building should have a map or "Ask me" officials at almost every corner 😩

I walked into a big building with something important to do. When I finished, I tried to find my way back to the entrance but I got confused. Every hallway looked the same, and I couldn’t remember which way I had come from.

I quickly went up to a lady and asked for directions. She told me the way, and I thanked her before heading off. But after walking for a while, I reached a junction and didn’t know which road to take.

So, I asked another person.

“Ah, this is not the way to the entrance,” she said with surprise. “It’s the other side of the building.”

Is this playing?.

I paused, wondering where I went wrong. Did the first lady give me the wrong direction? I just shrugged, thanked the second person, and followed the new direction.

But as I walked, things still didn’t look familiar.

This can’t be the way to the entrance... or is something wrong with my eyes? I thought, still moving forward. God abegggggg!

Then, an old woman saw me and stopped.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

My jaw dropped in shock. I mean, I didn’t even say anything, yet she knew I was lost. I just shrugged and told her I was looking for the entrance.

“Ah no, my dear,” she said with a little laugh. “That’s not the way.”

I smiled, but it wasn’t a happy smile. It was the tired kind you give when you don’t know what else to do.

“There are many entrances to this building,” she explained. “Each person gave you directions based on the one they knew.”

That’s when it clicked. They weren’t wrong, they just didn’t understand the entrance I meant.

So I explained to the old woman what I saw near the entrance I came through. She nodded and said, “You can follow me, I'll help you out”

As we walked together, the path started to look familiar. I felt calmer. She led me all the way until we were just a few steps away from the entrance I had been searching for.

I thanked her again and again as she turned and went her own way.

I smiled as it dawned on me;

It’s not wise to walk a path alone when others have already gone ahead of you. A journey that takes 400 years can become just 40 if you walk with someone who knows the way. Don’t ignore the power of learning from those with experience.

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THE MAFIA QUEEN IS MINE

WRITTEN BY RUTHIE CEE

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Synopsis

The gracious and lovely Anna turns cold after her whole family is wiped out in a day. She vows to bulge out the eyes of the muderers of her family and won't stop until they are all dead.

Luckily, she gets adopted by an assassin and is trained to be one. Anna becomes one of the most powerful and fearful mafia in America. And gained the title "the bloody queen".

After his first meeting with Anna, Frederick peters, a handsome CEO finds Anna's personality rare and unique. He has always been like a demi god to other girls and for the first time, a lady dares to talk back at him. She didn't just talk back at him, she insulted him. Anna told Frederick to stay off her because he is not her type.

Frederick felt disrespected and vows to make Anna his woman, his property. He has always gotten whatever he wanted and Anna won't be an exception. He results in many techniques but Anna is so stubborn headed and wouldn't fall for any of his tricks.

If only he knows that he is toying with the tail of a wounded lioness.

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Episode 9

Louis POV

Immediately she left i followed her.....After some minutes of driving she suddenly came to a halt filled with happiness I anticipated for her to enter her house..... But to my amazement she did not rather she entered a mall not after looking around in such a manner that proves that she was hiding something..... Could she be hiding something from the world??? Whatever! I don't care what matters to me right now is to make her mine.....
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Thirty minutes has passed yet she is not out....what could be keeping her...filled with frustration I entered the mall but there was no trace of her.....this mall is very large...I don't know where to start searching from,so I decided to ask the workers

"Hello Mr.excuse me"_
"How can i help you sir"
"If am not mistaken.. I saw miss jan di the leader of the incredible entering this mall ....could you please help me and check which department she entered"
"Am sorry sir but it is against our policy"
"Won't you like to have some of this"I said waving some bundles of money at him
'OK sir! I will call her but that's how far I can help you"he said snatching the money from me
"It's okay with me"I said hoping she will give out her location to him

He dialed a number... But it looks like it's not going through
"Am sorry sir,but her phone is switched off"
"What!!!
"I think she has left"
"How is that possible.. I didn't see her leave"
"Am sorry sir but this is how far I can help you"
"What the heck"I said running my hands through my hair

A message popped in my screen... It reads"meet me now at the Kim's club if you want to know more about Gun jan".....This is one of the best good news I have ever heard... I quickly rushed off got into my car and zoomed off

💁💁 Unknown POV👉👉

I know he will definitely come....Get ready Gun jan your doom is about to begin....just as you ruined my career i will ruin too no matter what it takes....... O m g!my jin hoo is here ....I quickly adjusted my clothes... Checked my face through my purse mirror... I was satisfied with what I saw

"Hello"I said waving my hands so he could see me

"Are you the one that message me"he impatiently asked

"Yeah"

What do you know about her"he asked.... Why is he so interested in her

"I want you to prepare your mind because what you are about to hear will definitely shock you"I smirk

"Can you please go straight to the point"

"What if I tel you that GU jan and jin hoo are the same person"

"Hahahaha"he let out a loud laugh
"Are you playing games with me"he angrily said as he shook me

"You can go check it out yourself.....call jin hoo and ask him to pull off his shirt since you both are male and see his reaction"

"shut up you bloody liar"he half screamed

"I knew you won't believe me....oppa, I have always seen you as my idol....so why would I lie to you.... Am only doing this to prevent the both of you from getting hurt.. But instead of you to believe me,you are shouting at me"I said crying

"No!no!!no!!!this can't be;"he said rushing out

"Pls, don't hurt Gu Jan,its not her fault"I
said crying
"Pls don't hurt her.. Pls...hahahaha"I let out a wicked laugh... I quickly cleaned my tears
Go ahead baby and hurt her as much as you want

. 👉Jin hoos POV💞💞

Thank God he has finally left... I entered the mall so that I could change into my male version... I was about stepping out when I saw Louis coming into the mall too... Oh my god! Was he stalking me!!...I quickly rushed back and hid in one of the bathroom... I saw him talking to one of the workers... I wonder what they might be discussing
Suddenly I received a call...who might me calling me Now...I switched off my phone... Why is Louis making my life hell......I got home, took my bath and was about sleeping when Louis texted me"meet me at the old warehouse"strange!

TBC
I wonder what Louis is up to... What does he want to do with jin hoo???
And who is that stranger??

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