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The cab driver looks at her from the mirror above his head just to make sure she wasn’t trying anything funny. He sees the stern look in her eyes and then he decides to give her an answer. Well, it’s not like we like to cheat but we do. It’s like you not knowing if you like a particular flavour of ice-cream until you see someone taking it, then you want it, the driver told her. Looking confused, Anikka then responded, “So you mean to tell me, you all just go around looking for the most tastiest of ice-cream flavour you all can find? I mean you men are dogs. By the way, here’s my stop. For you’re the sins of men out there, I don’t think I’m even paying you. Thanks for the free ride. Anikka quickly jumps out of the cab and runs towards the front door of Shannel’s house.

Door bell rings, Shannel becomes jumpy and tries to clean her eyes with a tissue. She runs to the bathroom and opens the sink tap to wash her face. Sandra walk from the kitchen and heads towards the front door. “who is it? It better not be that Brandon. Cos I swear I’ll get some Russian Mafias all up on him”, Sandra says while going to answer the door. She opens the door and Anikka just dashed in like something was chasing her. Where’s Shannel, Anikka asked. What’s that smell? Speak again lemme perceive it. Smells like something those nerds use for the atomic and nuclear bomb and shiii. Anikka don’t tell me you didn’t wash your mouth this morning, says Sandra. Anikka while bumping her head and dancing to an imaginary music ignores Sandra completely and slowly walks towards the kitchen.

She was attracted to the smell coming from the kitchen. She opens the oven to a chicken already spiced and cooked. She brings it out and was just about to touch it when Sandra slaps her hand off it. “Where are your damn manners” Sandra asked angrily. Anikka replies her, “I don’t know, maybe my momma forgot to buy me some cos we was so broke back in the day. You know what, to hell with your chicken. It doesn’t even look that cooked to me. I was here trying to see if I can do you that favour of tasting this poison you had in the oven so no one else can die of it but you here disrespecting me.
Where’s Shannel by the way? Haven’t seen her ever since I walked in.”Annika leaves the kitchen and heads to the bedroom of Shannel only to find her fast asleep on the bed. Soft music was playing in the background. The light was also put off only that of the bed lamp was seen on and reflections of lights from the street lit up the room. Shannel was fast asleep when Anikka stepped in. She noticed how messy Shannel’s room was. She quietly closed back the door and heads back to the kitchen to meet with Sandra.
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Allow me to juggle your mind a bit.
Just shake your heads if you know what the meaning of these words are, “Tribalism and Nepotism”
Or do you know what these words are?

This refers to the state of giving preferential treatment to an individual not by merit but by clan or cultural relations.
Lemme break this down a little; it simply means giving the right job or opportunity to an individual who doesn't deserve it over those who actually are right for the job.

I'm not going to talk about corruption and terrorism cos that's a long shot.
I'm going to talk about Tribalism and Nepotism cos that's what's not.
Correct me if I'm wrong but how many of you have been to a job interview, aced all them test thrown at you but didn't get the job cos of your…
State of Origin, what color your skin is, nationality or what your mother tongue is.

Tell me, how many of you like the universities you went to?
They told you, study hard, get good grades, apply then you'll be given admission
You carried out that ritual, burning candles and running utility bills, skipping meals only to be rejected the minute your application crossed the gate.

Where will you run to?
We've been conformed to this kinda situation. We've been broken even before we knew we existed.
We know it's wrong, we see the monkey hand steering the wheel but our will to speak out has been broken right before our parents took the training wheels off.

But it is with courage that I stand here and say:
The days of our fathers will soon come to an end.
And it's only natural we take over in their footsteps.
But I pray that the God that we serve goes with us and touch our hearts
To give opportunities to a person not because of who he knows, where he's from, what mother tongue he carries but because of what he can bring to the table..
I pray that God touches… Our Heart
#Quest
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She stood by the door, ringing the door bell to no avail. It seemed silent like there was nobody home. Raised up her phone to dial his number but no response. Just then she remembered she had an extra key to the apartment. She prayed it was in her bag as she reached her hand into the bag to search for it. Luckily, she found it and placed the key to the door and turned it open.
Only to her surprise to walk in and find her boyfriend sitting on the living room couch with the TV on and his phone in his hand. He seemed so lost in the conversation he was having with who ever it was. She walked up to him to give him a hug but his reception wasn’t welcoming. She sat down next to him and he didn’t even bulge. “Hey, I’ve missed you. Left several messages on your phone but you never replied any of them. Even called but you didn’t return any “, she said. He drops his phone on the center table and looks at her saying, I probably didn’t see them. Haven’t been with my phone all these while.
She knew something was up but didn’t want to get into an argument with him so she let the issue be. She just missed him so much and wanted to spend some quality time with him that’s all. He picks up his phone and continues to chat l, ignoring her presence entirely. When she couldn’t take the awkward silence anymore, she grabs hold of the phone from him and demands his attention.
He turns and looks at her angrily with words full in his mouth, waiting to burst open but he calms himself down. He looks away from her and then said, “we need to talk”. She was glad that she now had his attention, so she turns over and faces him, dragging herself more closer to him with one of her foot down the rug and the other on the couch. And so he begins.
“This… this won’t work. I mean us, we… it won’t work. I’ve been trying to pretend, hold it in but I can’t no more. Don’t get me wrong but when I first met you, I felt that spark, that connection. But right now, I don’t feel such no more. See, look… its not like I want this to happen but I felt its best to tell you this now, now that feeling haven’t began to develop between the both of us. This way, we don’t get hurt”. As he spoke these words, tears began to build up in her eyes. He sees that but still continues. He could see her shaking slowly, like she was reacting to a medication. She kept strong to hear him to the finish, with so much to say but she stood her grounds to let him finish. She already knew the end, but needed to hear him give the mortal blow.
As he rounds up with his speech, devoid of any emotion. She breaks down and goes down on her knees right in front of him. “tell me you kidding! Please…. No, no, no just tell me you didn’t say those words. If there’s anything you want me to do, I’ll do it. Who ever you want me to be, I’ll change for you baby. You’ve become my everything. How can I continue without you?” she said while using her hands to hit him in a vain attempt. He didn’t seem to be concerned as to what she was passing through. She realizes this and decided to stand up. He simply picked up his phone and continues to chat.
Taking a step back, she stood still and watches him, press his phone. She can tell he was doing all that just to avoid making eye contact with her. She stood, not saying a word but the expressions on her face more than words could as her eyes was full of tears. Sobbing softly and gently, a tear broke out and ran down her cheek. She walked towards him and reached for her bag, picked it up and heads for the door. Taking another look at him, she whispered a word but was too weak to be heard over the sound of her sobbing.
She dashed out and stops a taxi. Jumps in and told the cab driver her destination. She sat in the back of the cab with a million thoughts running through her head. Lost and forgotten, she was brought back to reality when the cab man stopped and tapped her to signify the arrival of her destination. Just as she stepped down from the cab, a thought hit her. She wanted to take her own life, cos she was made to feel rejected and less of a human. This thought was certain and her executing it was the only priority as soon as she gets to her apartment.
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Door opens, Sandra steps in to find Shannel fast asleep on the couch, eyes swollen from last night’s cry. Sandra creeps into the apartment and also finds used tissues on the floor littered everywhere. She wakes Shannel up and tries to find out why her room was in such a mess. “I know you did this all by yourself. I’ve seen worse though, but what in hell caused this? I know you, what’ up? Talk to me girl”, Sandra asked. Shannel turns to speak but tears flood her eyes and she begins to speak while crying. “He dumped me! He said he wanted someone more, more perfect. Can you imagine the silly excuse”? Shannel stands up to spin around so Sandra can check her out. Look at me girl, ain’t I the complete package? I mean, I cook, I clean, I get dirty and give it to him on all four’s. What else could he be asking for? Can you believe he dumped me right after meeting my mom? “The nerve of some men! I can’t believe he did that to you… Well, so what you gonna do now?” Sandra asks Shannel. While trying to control her emotions, she replies in a soft, cracking voice, “I don’t know, I don’t know. I mean Brandon was my everything. All these years we been together, all the love, guess I was just in a Trial fairy tale.”
Sandra consoles Shannel and lays her to rest on the couch. After a while, she stands up, picking up the used tissues to discard in the waste bin. Walks to the curtain and opens it wide open. “Close it up!” Shannel screams. “No way in hell am I doing that. Matter if fact I’m calling Anikka. That girl always gonna know what to do”, replied Sandra. Shannel eyes becomes wide open and begins to beg Sandra not to call Anikka.
Phone rings in the background as Anikka is seen screaming to the top of her lungs with her hands up high as she gulps down a shot of tequila. Phone continues to ring. Anikka later feels the vibration of the phone in her bra and pulls it out to answer. “hello… who’s this? Sandra replies, “girl where the hell are you?” Anikka takes another shot and then walk in to the female rest room to answer her call. “You won’t believe me if I tell you. I was with Jason Statan. Girl he so fine… “ Just before she could finish her statement, Sandra interrupts her, “I don’t wanna know who and where you are, just get your ass over her. Shannel’s hurt. Brandon dumped her last night”.

Anikka quickly drops the call and rushes back into the club, steals someone’s drink and dashes out to stop a taxi. While in the cab, Anikka begins to talk to the cab driver. “excuse me. Hello Mr. Taxi man sir. I have a question”. The cab man pays her no attention because the song over the radio was loud. Anikka reaches out from the back seat and puts off the radio. “hey!!! What you do that for? I was listening to that” screamed the cab man. “Good, now that I got your attention, I got a question for you. And you better answer me in all sincerity cos your life depends on it or I swear I’m gonna choke you with the sit belt behind you. Believe me, I’m gonna do it”, Anikka replied angrily. Good boy… now tell me, why do men cheat? Cos its not like y’all don’t got a hot girlfriend, but you cheat, Anikka further asked.

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Just say they don't find any reason to be with you anymore.

I did and will still do it again if i had to. Truth is,even without the sex,being with her made me feel like the Proudest Boyfriend... Don't y'all confuse me for being weak. If yll trully loves ya partner,sex really won't be what keeps you two together but Love and Passion

I'd let me stomach and taste buds be the Judge of that

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