Te Adamavi E-Book

Oburoh Roli Hazel

• Herausgeber: Floreat Systems
• Kategorie: Sachliteratur, Reportagen, Biografien
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

The book ia a legal fiction that follws the story of Hadassah and Desmond 

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Leseprobe

DEI - GRATIA

LEGAL SERIES

Love is a two way street. To love is to be Just. To be just is to love.

To be grateful to love is a law, to be grateful for law is to be love.

DEDICATION

This book is dedicated to the Holy Spirit, the Greatest love of my life. No one would ever love like you. There is no one I would ever love more than you. In you, true wisdom is found.

Acknowledgement

I want to specially thank Yahweh for this book. Every time I write I am reminded of how much you love me. I love you so much daddy. I want to thank, Jesus Christ, for loving me, for dying for me. I want to thank the Holy Spirit, for his friendship. Thank you for always being there for me.

I want to thank myself for being an intelligent young lady , for being a strong warrior of Jesus Christ. For standing for what you believe in and defending it. Thank you.

I want to thank you, reading this book. Thank you for choosing it. Thank you for enjoying it I am certain you would. Thank you for supporting me.

CHAPTER ONE

The times were simpler then. I didn’t think about the future every second of the day. I enjoyed every moment, every experience, every feeling, I basked in it like it was something new no matter how many times it occurred.

It was in a way something new each time, it was a new awakening, a new perspective to the routine. It was a new me in every precedence. And I loved it. My friends called it pessimistic. Really they called me unapproachable, unbearable, negative, and sour. But I liked the pessimistic compliment more. It was a compliment. I interpreted their admiration. It was resolute they wanted to say, realistic, grounded and here. I was always there for them.

Samantha would say “Get a life, stop being scared to dream” and I would say “I have achieved all these. Someone without dreams wouldn’t even come close.” What I called achievement was my academic result each year, I was the class topper and my just a little over a thousand followers on social media.

You see it was 2017, social media was just becoming a thing. I did not drink which was strange for guys my age, I definitely didn’t take substances, I did not attend parties. I did not have a love life. My friend were Mide, a Yoruba boy from Ondo state whose family were based in Lagos. He had a car the most of which we did not see, except on social media. He wore expensive corporate suit and it goes without saying, the most expensive shoes and perfume. I liked him but not best, he would have done anything for me. Had I asked him to kill someone he would kill them and confer with me later. And he did, this one time I remember clearly. Jesse was running for the position of Vice president of Lawsa.

There was always a chemistry between us. We had a thing. She was short and unattractive and I was short and attractive but that was not the only thing. There was a restlessness. I did not know why, then I did not. She was in all sincerity, fairly capable for the position. She had been the assistant class rep of the class for almost three years and she had done an amazing job.

But the restlessness persisted even after I carefully analysed everything she had done for the class, over and over again. So we called for a meeting. Myself and my friends whom I will later introduce to you. As it turned out, this restlessness was not felt by only me. Maybe it was like mindedness, maybe it was that birds of a feather flocked together, but whatever it was started the meeting.

I did not want to ask the rhetoric question “why would Jesse rule us” so I asked instead “why would a woman rule us”. My harmless question couched to protect the feelings of a lady carried farther than I intended. Before long, the feminists in my class, because as with social media, feminist had just began to exist.

At least it seemed that way, sent me back to the hell I crawled out from. Literally in their own words. With the hate that followed, it became exigent to prove my harmlessness and that like a dove all I wanted was the best interest of all that was involved.