Tabitha was on a bus destined for Kaduna. Her thoughts were shattered into minute pieces of memory. She continued to fondle with her phone even as she hoped that Tade would call, or maybe, reply her mail.
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Dear Tabitha,
Every word remains true. The Udala tree and its seeds are true too. They formed a memory for me. But you are not a memory. You are not something that withers with time; you are the richness I always want—for a keep. -
Hollywood sex is made up. It’s a fantasy. The people in romantic scenes in movies are actors. Don’t try to measure your marital sex against what you see in a romantic film.