loving is not the problem...
Loving the wrong person right
Loving the right person at the wrong time
These are the problems

As I lay on the cold floor of the police cell, having just a dirty torn carton for bed, among common criminals, wishing that both morning and sleep comes fast, I just couldn't help to ponder on what they told me

guys are here because we were hustling, and you are telling a stupid story of being here because of love

How could I ever imagine I would spend my first night in detention just because I loved someone?

But that was my story...

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mcdokwe:
loving is not the problem...
Loving the wrong person right
Loving the right person at the wrong time
These are the problems

As I lay on the cold floor of the police cell, having just a dirty torn carton for bed, among common criminals, wishing that both morning and sleep comes fast, I just couldn't help to ponder on what they told me

guys are here because we were hustling, and you are telling a stupid story of being here because of love

How could I ever imagine I would spend my first night in detention just because I loved someone?

But that was my story...

No part of this story might be reproduced in any form without due consent from the author.

All rights reserved.

Front row * chewing kuli kuli*

Present!

I prefer the last seat.

You use phone in police cell?

That Sunday had started just like any other day, I had been withdrawn for quite a while and spent most of my days indoors. I had been expecting Nkem and her Dad, I only wish they would come along with my little princess so I could have a chance to see her after such a long time.

I was engrossed in this state of mind when I heard a knock on my door and a voice informing me of their arrival, I impulsively asked if they brought my sweet daughter along, I got an answer in the affirmative and set to meet them.

I hurriedly did the room, took my bath and brushed my teeth.

I really missed Nkem and our daughter, it pained me so much why she would decide to leave after all we had been through together and the promises I believe our togetherness holds. I was finding it too difficult a pill to swallow, but knew that you don't force someone into staying with you when they want to leave, Dolly Parton's song when someone wants to leave had been my favourite whenever I thought about what was happening.

She had gone to the landlord's house with her father on arrival, and I knew it wouldn't take long before I am being summoned. I did occasionally peep through the window when it was taking too long for me to be summoned, it was during one of such moments that I saw the landlord alight from a motorcycle, and at that instant I knew why he had not sent for me earlier.

Ten minutes later, Chidi came knocking on my door, I wanted to appear ignorant and play cool, so I took my time before answering the door and subsequently proceeding to the landlord's apartment.

Vote for Jennimma.

Nice story op.

I met Chisom drawing by a table in front the house and stopped by to question her for composure.
Nkem's father appeared through the door and made for the gate like someone who was in a hurry only to pass a glance towards my direction, muttering a response to my salutation, he spread a beckoning hand towards Nkem and guided her to himself like I was going to harm her by merely looking at her, she kept a straight face and hurriedly walked through the narrow passage dragging her footwear along. In her arm was my other love, a child we brought into the world and with promised dreams to give her the very best, she seemed to have grown a lot since I saw her last, I quickly recalled the last day I spent with her and a realisation of the phenomenonal stages of her life that I have missed swept through me.

dhantey324:
You use phone in police cell?

Yup! He gets one free chat and that's it. So he came to nairaland

Nigerdeltaboi:

Front row * chewing kuli kuli*

Broz...
I carry zobo cum ..
Make we do trade by batter ?

ERCROSS:


Broz...
I carry zobo cum ..
Make we do trade by batter ?

No Wahala