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Electricity

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  Her POV: I stared at him. I couldn’t help myself. He was a beauty to behold. How does he always look like a Greek god? I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. “Ouch!” I hissed. I forgot that my friends always told me my pinch was painful. I rubbed on the spot on my arm I had pinched and remind-blowingusal of him. The good thing about this? He couldn’t see me. Or he hadn’t noticed me. So, I was enjoying every bit of it. He sat some tables away from me and was too busy with his ice cream and whatever it was he was doing on his phone. His skin was like caramel, smooth and lush, even from this distance. He wore a white shirt, with the sleeves folded to the elbows. A button or two was left unbuttoned and I could spot a little flesh. I am crazy, so, of course, I spotted the black pair of chinos trousers that hugged his lower body. He had a perfect haircut too. And his face. Oh my goodness! His face was beautiful. A work of art. God dey create abeg. He had perfect eyes. A

Coincidence Finale

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  Amara was having palpitations as she read through the comment section of the post. “This girl is just a gold digger, no be say she fine sef…” “All these women that work for successful men, always looking for a way to bring them down.” “I just went through her page😂😂, she’s a serious lowlife…” “Ahan, Folake would be heartbroken, I hope she’s ok…” “These pictures sef, who took them…” “I saw pictures of her at Ngozi Peters’ party, clearly kissing ass…” “I can’t believe this,” she said to Ngozi’s hearing. “Like everyone has assumed I’m the bad guy.” They were both sitting in Ngozi’s car outside Luc’s house waiting for him. Ngozi snatched the phone from her and locked it. “This shit ain’t healthy for you.” Amara sniffled, eyes red from crying. “What would you have me do?” “I’d have you stay away from social media and all the nonsense flying around,” Ngozi answered her. “I told you I got this under control.” “I can’t stay idle. I have to—” “You’ll talk to Lucas and then you’ll hand in yo

Coincidence VIII

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  Daramola looked at his wristwatch. She was late and it pricked him. He glanced at the entrance to the reserved area of the restaurant, hoping for a glimpse of her when his eyes rested on a painting on the wall. He stared open-mouthed at it. It was of a lake. The water was still and as clear as a crystal. Lavenders and lilacs graced the scene too. As well as red roses and white lilies. The sky above was as bright as day, so he thought the artist must have painted during the day. How long he or she had taken to capture such a masterpiece, he would never know or care. He mentally traced his fingers over the painting and knew that he would either be getting it or something similar to it. It spoke to him in ways he couldn’t understand. The painting might bring him peace, a peace he had been searching for. He had wanted to feel peace in the purest of forms for a long time but had long given up on that dream. There was no sleep for the wicked, right? Somehow, he believed that the painting c

Coincidence VII

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  Photo from Google Birthdays were one of the most important celebrations in life for Ngozi Peters and she never took them for granted. She made sure friends and family were happy on their birthdays. If she could make others happy on theirs, then it’s safe to say she has to be ecstatic about hers. As her important day drew close, she planned what could be her best birthday party ever with her best friend. When the birthday came, Amara made sure she sent her a birthday cake and some gifts. Ngozi had called her to scream at the wonderful surprise. It made Amara happy that her friend was happy. Even Lucas had called Ngozi to wish her a happy birthday. They had both silently agreed to lay down their weapons. It pleased Amara even more. Ngozi had planned that her party would be the Saturday after her birthday and it lazily came by. All the necessary arrangements had been put in place for the boat cruise. They’d take the route for about two hours then dock on a private beach resort, before r