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DEAR ME🎁 THE PENULTIMATE 3

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Mara rolled her eyes and made the sign of the cross. Worst exam yet, she fumed as she stood up and delivered her paper to the tall robust and unsmiling Mr Robert. Then she scanned the tense hall before walking down the aisle and out the door. She smiled when she saw Theodora looking out for her. She joined her and both of them embraced and whimpered. Leo soon joined them. A look in one another's eyes was enough to pass the message; the exam had been tough. "Does anyone care for ice cream?" Leo asked suddenly. Then their faces lit up and they strolled to the back of FASA hall where an icecream bicycle was standing near the popcorn box. "You're the best, Leo! Icecream is perfect for the celebration," said Theodora with a noisy sip. "It doesn't feel much like a celebration. Those questions were a perfect example of what I ordered versus what I got," Mara sighed. "Look on the bright side. We're done for the year and in a few days, we'l...

DIARY OF A JACKSONITE πŸ’™πŸ–€ Anastasia πŸ’œ

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Featuring Agugua Anastasia Chiazokam Profile: Jacksonite, class of 2025. "Lights, camera, action!" Ifeanyi gave the call and his colleague leaned and peered into the camera while Ifeanyi looked ahead. Seated before the crew in PG building were two Jacksonites. Nick, the first, was the tall, dark and handsome leader of the 025 media team. He was the host of the show, Talk with 025. To fit into his role, he was dressed in his departmental uniform. Also, it was a Monday. Stasia however was dressed in black palazzo pants and a beautiful vintage shirt. Her hairdo was a bunch of colourful plaits packed in a ponytail. Her dark rimmed glasses rested on her pretty nose and her caramel complexion gleamed (especially at her forehead) as the light of the camera touched her face. To the camera, Nick smiled and said, "Hello, dear viewer and welcome to another session of the show, Talk with 025. I am your humble host, Nick. With me is a beautiful young woman who has travelled the ends ...

Dear Me: Tribute to a Jacksonite πŸ’™πŸ–€

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Mara gave a sigh and sat on the wooden chair. Another exam written. How was the exam? "On God." With a groan, she picked up her phone. She didn't think of posting "5/10" or a screaming emoji to show how terrible her exam had been. Her soul was troubled over something more pressing. Sadly, she stared out the window. The Monday was dull and rainy. It was as if the Earth knew that it had lost another saint. "Oluchi," she muttered. She had never known her in person but something about her death struck her. Something... Was it the fickleness of life? The vanity of our struggles? The uselessness of our purpose? "OLUCHI." She wrote the name boldly and tried to imagine how the peaceful person in the picture would have been if she were alive. The poor girl was even clothed in black as if to mourn her early departure. Hearing the nature of her death, Mara believed she had more reasons to rejoice. At least, it was an end to her sufferings. She wasn'...