A LOVELINE CHAPTER TWO EPISODE ONE

 

THEME: A LOVELINE

 GENRE:TRAGEDY

 AUTHOR: OLUSANYA OLALEYE

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For Loveline today was of more significance than any other she had spent on earth. It was a day that spelled a year of accomplishment success and achievements: a beginning that in itself marked an end of a long six years. A unique day which uniqueness was found in its entity; the entity a definition of different elements; the elements the collective enthusiasm of students and well-wishers. It was her graduation day and she was more than ever ecstatic about it as her friends whom hurriedly she was leaving to meet.

A LOVELINE CHAPTER EPISODE THREE

 

 THEME: A LOVELINE

 GENRE:TRAGEDY

 AUTHOR: OLUSANYA OLALEYE

 

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“You must think I am a wicked person in suggesting that you marry my daughter.” The DPO said seating his glass of wine on the stool beside him.

A LOVELINE CHAPTER ONE EPISODE TWO

 

 THEME: A LOVELINE

 GENRE:TRAGEDY

 AUTHOR: OLUSANYA OLALEYE

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With each day came great expectations, and with great expectations came great disappointments but not with Sargent Wole Bamidele. Though not a God, all expectations so far found their fulfilment in him. No suspects of any rank as a police officer had ever slipped his watch. And none when being interrogated by him had failed to spill the beans. It went beyond exaggeration to say he was best in what he did, to the extent mates and citizens coined him the sobriquet officer-no-failure. He had always been at the top of his game, his reputation as ever followed him.

A LOVELINE CHAPTER ONE EPISODE ONE

 

 THEME: A LOVELINE

 GENRE:TRAGEDY

 AUTHOR: OLUSANYA OLALEYE

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EPISODE ONE

“Abeg make una carry come soup too, na small remain make the water don.” Chioma said sentencing more woods to eternal death.

Today was Chioma’s day and not her birthday going by. It was simply her day because she was a local trader and today was yet just another market day speaking of. Like a good mother she was Chioma actually believed in making hay while the sun shines, hence her reason for waking up this early. This as it would appear didn’t mean she woke up to this single reason, on the contrary, nothing else but the care of her family had propelled her to doing this. This she believed like most other Nigerian women could be partly shown by cooking for her family; just the same way every Nigerian man tried their possible best in meeting their family needs. In line with culture and belief family first had always been the motto of Wole’s household. Chioma only but upheld this.

ONCE ONE FOREVER ONE

A SHORT STORY

THEME: ONCE ONE FOREVER ONE

GENRE: FICTION

AUTHOR: OLUSANYA OLALEYE

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ONCE ONE FOREVER ONE PART TWO

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Tommy and Ann met a number of times thereafter. And it was that pleasant. Jane got to know about their fondness but Andy never knew, not until three weeks later. Ann didn't see it as something worth raising the brows on, so she never raised one. Ann was her friend, and she knew more than anyone what Tommy meant to her.

ONCE ONE FOREVER ONE PART ONE

Jane sat back with a broken spirit, a shattered soul, and a worn-out mind in the sofa. Haplessly tired and helplessly depressed with sullen eyes shaping an unreachable depth of hopelessness. With them she looked determined at the short gun that lay across the table right in front of her. She had never for once thought it would come to this. Her, this, holding in her hands a photograph that once brought a gauged fulfillment, a dream come true: Tommy’s hands on his placing the wedding ring. She had never imagined, not for once, that this same photograph would represent her regrettable mistake of ignoring her parents’ counsel. But now it did, sadly.