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Stories by Tyna, Lagos (2026)

25/09/2025

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Chapter 1 – The Day Stella Disappeared

The morning sun spilled gently across the tiny room, painting everything gold. Efemena hummed a lullaby as she brushed her daughter’s soft curls, her heart swelling with a love so deep it sometimes scared her. Stella giggled, twisting around in her lap, trying to sn**ch the comb from her mother’s hand.

“Sit still, my butterfly,” Efemena said, smiling. “If you keep moving, your hair will look like the tail of a rooster.”

Stella’s laughter bubbled like music, a sound that made every hardship in Efemena’s life feel small. At just two years old, she was already full of questions, full of mischief, and full of joy. Efemena often said that Stella was the reason the sun rose in her world.

It was a market day — the busiest day of the week — and Efemena needed to pick up palm oil and dried fish before her husband returned from work. She tied Stella’s little hand firmly in hers as they stepped out into the noise and bustle of the streets. Vendors called out prices, women bargained loudly, children darted between stalls chasing each other.

“Stay close, my baby,” Efemena whispered, adjusting the scarf around her head as they navigated the crowd. “Mama is right here.”

They stopped to buy tomatoes. The seller, a friend from church, waved them over, and Efemena bent slightly to inspect the pile. It was a moment — just a heartbeat — when she let Stella’s hand slip as she reached into her purse.

When she turned back, the tiny hand was gone.

“Stella?” Efemena’s voice was still calm, still believing the child was standing right beside her. “Stella, where are you hiding?”

She glanced around the stall. No Stella. Maybe she had wandered two steps away to chase a butterfly. Efemena walked a few paces forward. “Stella?”

The name turned sharper, higher. “Stella!”

The noise of the market swelled around her — clinking pots, hawkers shouting, footsteps — but she heard no answering giggle. Her breath quickened. “Please, has anyone seen my daughter?” she asked a woman passing by. “Small girl, two years, white dress with pink ribbons…”

Nobody had seen her.

Within minutes, Efemena was running — through stalls, behind carts, around corners — calling, screaming Stella’s name until her voice cracked. “Help me! My child! Stella!” People stopped to stare, some joined the search, others only shook their heads.

Hours blurred together. The police were called. They questioned her gently at first, then with suspicion. Where exactly had she last seen the child? Had anyone suspicious approached her? Did she have any enemies?

The sun dipped low and orange before they told her, gently, that the search would continue in the morning. Night fell over the market, but Efemena did not go home. She remained, stumbling through alleyways, peering behind stalls, whispering her daughter’s name into the darkness.

When she finally returned home, her husband Emeka was waiting. The house was cold, the lamps unlit.

“Where is my child?” he demanded before she even stepped fully inside.

“I—I don’t know,” Efemena sobbed. “I was buying tomatoes. I looked away for one second—”

“One second?” His voice rose, shaking with fury. “You had one job, Efemena. One! And now my daughter is gone.”

“I swear I didn’t—”

“Didn’t what?” His eyes were wild. “Didn’t sell her? Because that’s what people are saying. That you sold our daughter for money!”

Efemena gasped. “God forbid! I would never—”

“Enough!” he roared. “I will not live with a woman who could lose a child like she misplaced a coin. Get out.”

“My husband , please…” She dropped to her knees, clutching his trouser leg. “She’s my life. Please don’t do this. We can find her.”

But his face was a wall of rage and shame. He tore himself from her grip, opened the door, and pointed to the street. “Out. Before I do something I regret.”

And so, with nothing but the clothes on her back and a small wooden box of Stella’s belongings pressed to her chest, Efemena stepped out into the night. Rain had begun to fall, cold and relentless, soaking her scarf and her spirit.

She sank to the muddy ground, tilting her face to the empty sky.

“Stellaaaa!” she screamed, her voice echoing down the silent street. “Stella, come back to Mama! Please… please…”

No voice answered. No tiny footsteps came running. Only the sound of rain, and a mother’s heart breaking in the dark.

TO BE CONTINUED .....

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23/09/2025

LOVE BEHIND THE WALLS
Episode 7 – Love Beyond Time

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The bookshop was unusually quiet, the kind of silence that carried weight. Ada stood at the counter, her fingers tracing the worn edges of the poetry book that had been their bridge. She expected Chike not to come—that maybe the truth of her illness had scared him away.

But the bell above the door jingled.

Chike stepped inside, drenched from the rain, his eyes finding hers immediately. For a long moment, neither spoke. Then he walked up slowly, as though afraid she might vanish.

“I read your letters because they gave me breath when I thought I had none left,” he said softly. “I don’t care how much time we have, Ada. I just care that it’s real.”

Ada’s lips parted, her voice breaking. “But what if I leave you too soon? What if loving me only hurts you?”

Chike reached into his coat and pulled out the damp envelope he had been carrying for days. He handed it to her. Inside was his letter—the one he had written before their accidental meeting.

“Maybe love does come twice. And if it does, I will not waste it. Not again.”

Ada pressed the paper to her chest, tears streaming down her face. For the first time in a long time, she felt worthy of being chosen.

Weeks later, their presence in the bookshop was no longer hidden in notes. They sat together by the window, Ada leaning against Chike as they read aloud to each other, their laughter and quiet silences filling the once-lonely space.

Mama Ogechi would watch from the counter, smiling to herself. To her, the bookshop no longer smelled of dust and old paper—it breathed of second chances.

One evening, Ada handed Chike a sealed envelope. “For when words fail me,” she whispered.

He frowned. “Ada—”

“Not for now,” she cut him off with a trembling smile. “For someday. Promise me you’ll read it only then.”

Chike kissed her hand gently. “I promise.”

The story closes with Chike alone in the shop one night, Ada having fallen asleep peacefully at home. He holds the envelope in his hand, unread, but close to his heart. He doesn’t need the words yet. He only smiles, whispering into the quiet shelves:

“Love found me again—in the strangest place.”

The camera lingers on the envelope in his hand, then on the poetry book resting on the table—symbols of a love beyond time.

✨ The End.

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20/09/2025

LOVE BEHIND THE WALLS
Episode 6 – The Reveal

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The rain fell hard that afternoon, drumming against the shop’s roof in a steady rhythm. Chike pushed open the door, clutching a damp envelope. For days, he had wrestled with his emotions, unsure if he was allowed to feel what was stirring inside him.

He moved toward the poetry shelf, the one that had become their meeting place. But when he reached for the book, he froze. Someone else’s hand was already there.

Ada.

Their eyes locked, and the world seemed to hold its breath.

She looked younger than he expected, but her face carried a quiet weariness, the kind that comes from fighting invisible battles. Chike’s lips parted, but no words came. He only whispered, “It’s you.”

Ada stiffened, clutching the book to her chest like a shield. She hadn’t planned for this moment—not now. A cough escaped her, sharp and dry, bending her forward slightly. The book slipped from her hands, falling to the floor.

Chike instinctively bent to pick it up, and as he straightened, his eyes fell on the crumpled prescription paper that had slipped from Ada’s bag. He handed it to her silently, his gaze unreadable.

Ada’s face flushed. She stuffed the paper back quickly, her voice trembling. “It’s not what you think.”

But he had already seen the words: chronic medication, long-term management.

The truth crashed over him—her letters about hospitals, her fears, the exhaustion in her eyes.

Later that evening, Chike sat on a bench outside the shop, rainwater dripping from the edges of the roof. His mind raced: Could he open his heart again, knowing she might not be here for long? Was it foolishness—or courage—to love her anyway?

Mama Ogechi walked out with her shawl wrapped tight, her wise eyes studying him. She didn’t ask what was wrong—she already knew.

“Love is not about how long,” she said quietly, sitting beside him. “It’s about how true. A day of true love can be more than a lifetime of pretending.”

Chike’s jaw tightened. He wanted to believe her, but his fear of loss whispered louder. He clenched the damp envelope in his hand—the reply he had written but not yet given.

Inside, Ada sat alone, her hands pressed against the table, heart pounding. She had been seen—fully seen. And now, she waited, terrified that he would turn away.

✨ To be continued in Episode 7 – Love Beyond Time…

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18/09/2025

LOVE BEHIND THE WALLS
Episode 5 – Breaking Walls

The notes had become heavier, like stones dropped into still water.

That morning, Ada walked into the bookshop slowly, as though the weight of her own heart held her back. She had tried to write something light, but her hand betrayed her, pouring truths onto paper. She slipped the folded note into the familiar book, almost trembling.

Her words read:

“I am afraid of love. Not because I don’t want it, but because I don’t believe I deserve it. Every time I let someone close, I feel they’ll see my scars and run. Rejection has a way of rewriting you until you don’t recognize yourself anymore. And yet… here I am, writing to you, a stranger, because maybe strangers don’t judge.”

That evening, Chike discovered the note. His throat tightened as he read, the weight of her words pressing against his own unspoken fears. For the first time, he didn’t smile. He sat down right there in the shop, penning his reply with hands that trembled:

“I lost my wife three years ago. The day she left, I buried not just her but the man I used to be. Since then, I’ve lived like a shadow. People tell you time heals, but it doesn’t. It only teaches you how to hide pain better. I never thought love could come twice in one lifetime. But your words… they make me wonder if I’ve been wrong.”

He slid the note back into the book and returned it to the shelf, his chest aching but lighter than it had felt in years.

When Ada came the next day and read his reply, she froze. Her vision blurred as tears welled in her eyes. She held the note against her lips, whispering, “So that’s why he writes like he understands everything.”

For the first time, she let herself imagine a future where she wasn’t invisible.

That night, Chike sat by his desk with the letter in his mind, staring at his late wife’s photograph. He whispered aloud into the quiet:

“Maybe love isn’t betrayal. Maybe it’s a second chance you would want for me too.”

And though no voice answered, he felt a strange peace settle over him.

Across town, Ada lay awake, her notebook open. For the first time in months, her heart wasn’t weighed down by fear of bills, or medicine, or tomorrow. Instead, it beat with the terrifying, exhilarating thought—

She was falling in love with someone she had never met.

✨ To be continued in Episode 6 – The Reveal…

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16/09/2025

Episode 4 – Near Meets

The notes had grown bolder.

Ada’s last one had teased:

“Who are you really? A student hiding from books, or a man who carries too much silence in his pocket?”

Chike chuckled when he read it, though the laughter caught in his throat. The question was too close to the truth. He replied carefully:

“Maybe I am both. Or maybe I am the stranger you brush shoulders with in the street and never notice. But tell me, why do you hide behind paper when you clearly have so much to say?”

The following afternoon, Ada entered the bookshop with nervous energy. She walked straight to the poetry section, heart hammering, only to find the book gone. Her breath caught. Was he here already?

She glanced around. The shop was quiet—just Mama Ogechi dusting the counter, humming.

“Looking for something, Ada?” Mama Ogechi asked, eyes twinkling.

Ada hesitated. “Just… a book.”

But she wasn’t looking for a book. She was looking for him.

Two hours later, after Ada had left, Chike stepped into the shop. The bell above the door jingled softly. He carried himself like a man who lived half in memory, half in the present.

He asked Mama Ogechi for the poetry book, and when she handed it to him, a folded scrap fluttered out. Ada’s handwriting again.

“Sometimes I feel you’re closer than I think. Almost as if we’ve already met.”

Chike froze, scanning the store as though she might still be hiding between the shelves. He turned to Mama Ogechi, who only gave him a small, knowing smile.

That evening, Ada returned once more, determined. But the book was gone again—checked out by him. She pressed her fingers to the empty shelf, frustrated yet strangely thrilled.

For the first time, she began to imagine his face.
Was he young or old? Was his handwriting strong because he was confident, or lonely because he wasn’t?

Meanwhile, Chike sat at home with the book open on his lap, staring at her words. He, too, imagined her: the tone of her letters, the playfulness of her phrasing. She couldn’t be much older than thirty. Perhaps she was the quiet girl who always left just before he entered the shop.

The next morning, Ada left a note not in the usual poetry book but inside a slim novel, almost like a test:

“If you really want to find me, stop hiding. I’m tired of being almost.”

When Chike found it, his pulse quickened. He pressed the letter between his palms. For the first time in years, his heart beat not from grief, but from anticipation.

From the corner, Mama Ogechi shook her head at the two stubborn souls dancing around each other, whispering under her breath:

“Sooner or later, fate will drag you together. And may it not be too late.”

✨ To be continued in Episode 5 – Breaking Walls…

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14/09/2025

LOVE BEHIND THE WALLS
Episode 3 – Secrets in Ink

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The rhythm of the letters had become addictive. Each visit to the little bookshop carried a quiet anticipation for Ada. For Chike, the anonymous words had started to light a corner of his life he thought would remain in shadow forever.

But now, the tone of Ada’s letters began to shift.

One afternoon, Chike opened the familiar poetry collection and found her neat handwriting pressed onto a torn notebook page:

“Sometimes the world feels too expensive for someone like me. Every bill, every number, every cough—it all feels like a debt I can’t repay.”

He frowned, reading it again. The words were raw, almost painful. For the first time, he sensed that the writer wasn’t just being poetic—she was confessing something real.

That same week, Ada sat in a waiting area of a public hospital. The cracked tiles, the faint smell of antiseptic, the crowded benches—she hated it all. In her hand was a folded prescription slip she could barely afford to fill.

When she returned to the bookshop later, she forced a smile at Mama Ogechi, who noticed the shadows beneath her eyes. Ada slipped another note into the book.

“Do you ever wish you could pause life for a while, just to catch your breath?”

Chike found it that evening. His chest tightened. For the first time since his wife’s death, he felt an urge to answer honestly, not with cleverness, but with truth.

He wrote back:

“Yes. The day my wife left this world, I wished I could pause everything. I thought I had no reason to keep living. But then—someone wrote to me through the pages of a book. And I realized maybe… maybe I still have reasons.”

When Ada read those words, her throat tightened. She pressed the paper to her chest as though she could hold the warmth of the man behind it.

The next time she entered the shop, she lingered near the counter, wanting to say something, anything. But Chike only gave a polite nod, hiding the storm inside him.

From the back room, Mama Ogechi observed them both—Ada’s tired smile, Chike’s sudden straightening whenever she walked in. Later that evening, she cornered Chike while he was locking up.

“Young man,” she said firmly, her eyes sharp. “Do you think life gives us second chances for nothing? If you don’t grab this one, you’ll waste it. And waste is the worst kind of sin.”

Chike said nothing, but the words stayed with him long after he went to bed.

To be continued ....

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12/09/2025

LOVE BEHIND THE WALLS
Episode 2 – Letters in the Pages

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The rain had cleared, but Ada found herself returning to the little bookshop a few days later. She told herself it was just a shortcut, just shelter from the hot sun this time. But the truth was, she hadn’t stopped thinking about the quiet man behind the counter and the old woman with eyes that seemed to see everything.

Chike was there again, bent over a book as if the world outside didn’t exist. He looked up when Ada entered, surprise flickering across his face.

“You again,” he said softly.

“Me again,” she replied with a smile, walking to the shelves.

She had no money to buy the books, but she touched them carefully, as if they were treasures. On impulse, she pulled out a thin poetry collection and slipped a folded scrap of paper inside before returning it to the shelf.

It wasn’t much—just a few words she had scribbled quickly:

‘Sometimes life feels like drowning. But when I hold a book, I remember how to breathe.’

She didn’t know why she did it. Maybe it was foolish. Maybe she just wanted to leave a piece of herself somewhere safe.

The next afternoon, Chike reached for that same poetry book. As he flipped it open, the little paper fell into his lap. He frowned, curious, then read the words.

He read them again. Slowly.

There was something raw, something aching but beautiful in the note. He looked around the shop as if the writer might appear. But there was only silence.

That evening, after locking up, Chike picked up his pen. On the back of the same scrap, he wrote:

‘Books are good for breathing. But sometimes… so are the right people.’

He tucked it back into the pages and returned the book to the shelf.

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11/09/2025

LOVE BEHIND THE WALLS
Episode 1 – The Encounter

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The rain came down suddenly, heavy and loud, drumming against the busy Lagos street. Ada pulled her scarf tighter around her head, clutching her worn leather handbag as she searched for shelter. Her sandals slapped against the wet pavement until her eyes landed on a small, tucked-away bookshop with a faded wooden sign: Mama Ogechi’s Books & Stationery.

She pushed the door open, the bell above it chiming faintly.

Inside smelled of old paper and dust mixed with something warm—like ginger tea. The shelves leaned with years of use, books stacked in ways that looked both chaotic and homely. For Ada, it was a world away from the chaos outside. She exhaled in relief, brushing raindrops from her scarf.

From behind the counter, a man looked up. He was in his mid-thirties, slim but with the quiet strength of someone used to long hours. His shirt was plain, sleeves rolled neatly at the elbow. His eyes—kind but cautious—rested on Ada.

“Good afternoon,” he said, his voice steady, almost formal.

Ada nodded, still catching her breath. “Good afternoon. I’m sorry, I… just needed to escape the rain.”

“You’re welcome,” he replied, though his gaze lingered a little longer than necessary, as if trying to place her.

She offered a small, awkward smile, glancing around the shelves. “This place… it feels like it’s hiding from the world.”

He almost smiled, the corner of his mouth twitching. “That’s the idea. Books don’t like noise.”

Their eyes met briefly, a strange flicker of recognition in the air. Ada looked away first, pretending to examine a stack of novels with faded covers.

From the back of the shop, an older woman emerged—her wrapper tied tightly around her waist, headscarf perfectly in place. Mama Ogechi carried herself with the authority of someone who had watched over the shop, and the people in it, for decades. She wiped her hands on her wrapper and studied Ada with sharp, knowing eyes.

“Rain brings people where they’re meant to be,” Mama Ogechi said, her voice carrying a gentle lilt.

Ada laughed softly, embarrassed. “Maybe. Or maybe I just didn’t want to get sick.”

“Either way, you are here,” the old woman replied, her gaze sliding briefly toward Chike.

Chike cleared his throat and busied himself with rearranging books that didn’t need rearranging. Ada noticed, her lips curving slightly.

After a few moments of silence, Ada shifted the strap of her handbag and spoke. “I should probably get going once it slows down. I… I don’t usually have the luxury of wandering into bookshops.”

There was something in her tone—light, but edged with weariness. Chike looked up, as if wanting to ask more, but stopped himself.

“You can wait here until it clears,” he said simply.

“Thank you,” she replied, her voice softer this time.

For a while, the only sound was the rain and the faint ticking of an old wall clock. Ada ran her fingers along a book spine, her mind far away. Chike watched her carefully, then quickly looked away when she caught his gaze.

Mama Ogechi noticed everything—the stolen glances, the unspoken words, the way the girl carried something heavy inside her, and how the man, still scarred by silence, noticed her anyway.

The rain outside softened to a drizzle. Ada adjusted her scarf and gave a polite nod. “Thank you for letting me stay.”

“You’re welcome,” Chike said, his voice quieter than before.

As she left, the little bell chimed again. Chike found himself staring at the door long after it closed, the echo of her presence lingering in the musty air of the shop.

And from behind the counter, Mama Ogechi’s lips curved knowingly.

“Rain brings people where they’re meant to be,” she repeated to herself.

To be continued ......

10/09/2025

COMING SOON ✨
From Stories by Tyna

Love can be found in the strangest places... even between the pages of a forgotten book.

When Ada steps into a little bookshop to escape the rain, she doesn’t expect to meet Chike—not face-to-face, but through hidden letters tucked into old novels.

What begins as a playful exchange soon turns into confessions of grief, hope, and forbidden longing. But can two strangers truly fall in love without ever revealing who they are?

💌 Whispers between pages. Secrets in ink. A love story that defies time.

LOVE BEHIND THE WALLS....WATCH THIS SPACE

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10/09/2025

Hello, Family!

I know it’s been quiet here for a while… I had to step away to focus on some film projects I’ve been working on. It was a busy but beautiful journey, and I can’t wait to share more stories with you.

Thank you for your patience and understanding .

Now, I’m back—and posting will resume very soon! Get ready, because we have fresh, heartfelt stories lined up just for you.

With love,
Stories by Tyna

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08/08/2025

‎EPISODE 16 — A WHISPER IN THE DARK
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‎The rain had started around midnight — loud, urgent, and unrelenting. By morning, the entire compound was soaked, and Juliet’s mood turned stormy to match.
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‎Amanda had already left for school before sunrise. Kenneth stayed upstairs most of the morning, engrossed in Zoom meetings. That left Somto alone with Juliet — and the silence between them was brittle.
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‎Juliet kept her busy with endless tasks: polishing the tiles, refolding the kitchen napkins, wiping down picture frames that were already spotless.
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‎By noon, Somto was in the hallway by the study, returning a mop to the store closet when she heard Juliet's voice — low, sharp, tense.
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‎The door was slightly open.
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‎She didn’t mean to listen.
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‎But something made her pause.
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‎> “Don’t start panicking now,” Juliet snapped into the phone.
‎“I brought her here for a reason. She was nothing in that village, and now she’s too curious for her own good.”
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‎A pause.
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‎> “I saw the camera footage. She entered my room. If she’s seen anything... I’ll handle it. But this ends soon.”
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‎Somto’s hands trembled.
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‎She backed away slowly, trying not to make a sound.
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‎But just as she turned, her elbow brushed the hallway mirror. A low thump. Not loud — but enough.
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‎Juliet’s voice stopped.
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‎Seconds later, the study door creaked open.
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‎Somto was already halfway down the hallway, pretending to be dusting the light switches.
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‎Juliet eyed her with narrowed suspicion.
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‎> “What are you doing here?”
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‎> “Cleaning, ma.”

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‎A beat. Then Juliet nodded slowly.
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‎> “When you’re done, go and wait in the kitchen.”
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‎That night, after dinner, Kenneth called Somto aside. His eyes were tired, but his tone was gentle.
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‎> “You’ve been very helpful around the house,” he said.
‎“Are you settling in okay?”
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‎Somto nodded, forcing a smile.
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‎He hesitated.
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‎> “What’s your story, Somto? I mean, before here.”
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‎She looked away.
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‎> “Nothing special. Just... village life. My parents are gone. I grew up with an aunty.”
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‎Kenneth sighed.
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‎> “You remind me of someone I used to know.”
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‎Somto’s heart skipped — but he didn’t say more. He just smiled lightly and left the kitchen.
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‎Later that night, while folding Amanda’s clothes in her room, Somto noticed Amanda’s phone buzzing on the bed. A WhatsApp message preview popped up.
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‎Mum: Delete the browser history after tonight. That girl is asking too many questions.
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‎Somto froze.
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‎Amanda, entering behind her, saw the expression.
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‎> “What?”
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‎Somto turned the phone toward her.
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‎Amanda read it. Her face dropped.
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‎> “She’s hiding something.”

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‎A long pause.
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‎Then Amanda whispered:
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‎> “Do you want her laptop password?”
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‎Somto blinked, confused.
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‎> “Me? I… I don’t really know how to use those things. I’ve never… touched a laptop before.”
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‎Amanda looked at her for a moment — surprised, but then something softened in her expression.
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‎> “Okay. Then I’ll help.”
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‎To be continued...
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