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I have made a covenant with my eyes; Why then should I look upon a young woman? (Job 31:1). I saw her. She was the perfect definition of b...

I have made a covenant with my eyes;
Why then should I look upon a young woman? (Job 31:1).

I saw her. She was the perfect definition of beauty- even the heavens confirmed the extra time and care God invested in her making with the sun rays resting lightly on her skin. She swayed her body, the right to the left and reversely, leaving a wow in mouths. Most possibly, God had used a separate soil in her making.

It was a hot afternoon, we had just concluded our last lecture for the
day and had to return to the hostel when I saw her. She was a glory of
Pozambique, a female hostel in the Nelson Mendalu University where I study. As she walked through the curves of the road before the Post Graduate hostel, I felt a burning, deep inside...

"Emade, hope you are feeling better", I asked. Emade was my room mate
who fell sick three days before. He was one victim of the "sick flu" that students got towards the end of the second semester- not for the fear of one's CGPA but the stress of Great Mandelu in reading. He replied in the affirmative. However, his face carried this look of
"I'm dying".

He vomitted on the spot. This got me angered. Of all things I could bear from someone sick, a vomit is out of the list. "Did I not ask you to go to the Health centre?", I queried.

Emade went silent. He gathered strength and stood up, placing a rag on the vomit and about to mop it off. I helped him out only on the condition that he would visit the health centre that afternoon
unfailingly...




So that night, Emade dressed to kill. He was adorned with a white body-hug T-shirt that showed his muscles. He was this gym kind of guy, training for the six-pack freaks. His jean trouser was white too, sparkling as ever. He topped his dressing with a white sneaker and
hat. He looked Wow!

That however was not my problem. The thing I could not fathom was why
he was sick earlier that afternoon and by evening, he was well, getting ready to attend our department night party. The only reason I could trace was a call he had placed earlier where he promised his
presence.

I put on my clothes and we headed for the venue. The party was of course, one of it's kind in the university. I only waited all through the award ceremony and the president's speech before I retired to a
corner of the venue in search of Emade. I really was worried about him. The dance was on, rough and the hall rowdy.



I noticed that as soon as we stepped into the hall, Emade had disappeared. The next time I saw him from my corner, he was dancing with this lady, a fair one. She looked very familiar. I never recalled
Emade calling his girlfriend alongside for this party, so I wondered whom she could be. I decided to move closer to their spot when I discovered she was the same lady I had met earlier that afternoon. I
was pissed at the sight. I was recently thinking that I would meet her
and ask her out, but here she was, dancing with my miserable, sick
friend.

I carefully walked out of the scene and headed for my room...

Nelson Vincent Ayomitunde

It was a cool saturday morning in the month of May. Mummy had gone out, everyone at home was busy doing something. My brothers were

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A successful businessman was growing old and knew it was time to choose a successor to take over the business. Instead of choosing one of h...

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An undergraduate student of OAU, Ugonna Utulor, is ready to publish a riveting thriller by the title "Hackers Day". The Auth...

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It was a photography class at the University of Gongome. I became acquainted with a young man named Emade who was also, a student at the ...

It was a photography class at the University of Gongome. I became acquainted with a young man named Emade who was also, a student at the school. He was however a sportsman, training for the Summer Olympics later that year as a high diver.

I remember the stories of woe I read in primary school, years before the murder of my family and I conclude that

I remember the stories of woe I read in primary school, years before the murder of my family and I conclude that