Ile-Akun is a small town where Chioma and Kunle lived before. They had known each other since they were kids. They climbed mango trees together, whispering great plans and dreams to each other long into the night . Meeting like that always rekindled a special spark between them. As they grew older, their friendship deepened, and it turned into something more. They started dating during their last year of secondary school.
Chioma was lively and outgoing , while Kunle was more of a quiet thinker . They balanced each other well, and everyone in the community admired their bond. However, as the long holiday approached, things started to change.
One sunny afternoon , Chioma excitedly planned her holiday. She wanted to join a charity group helping orphaned children in the community. Kunle, on the other hand, had plans to work at his uncle’s mechanic shop to save money for university. As they sat under a big Udala tree discussing their plans, Chioma said,
"Kunle, I really want to help these kids. It’s important to me. Can’t you consider joining me?"
Kunle shrugged and replied, "That’s great, Chioma, but I need to help my uncle this holiday. I can’t just leave that behind."
Chioma felt disappointment wash over her. She had really hoped he would want to be part of something meaningful. "But we can make a difference together! The program is only a few hours a week," she insisted.
"I just think working is more practical," Kunle said, trying to sound reasonable. "I need to focus on my future too."
The discussion turned into an argument.
"Kunle, you never want to do anything fun or different, do you? " Chioma exclaimed.
"And you never think about what’s necessary in life! " Kunle shouted back.
After that day, they barely spoke. The silence between them grew heavier. Chioma signed up for the volunteering program, while Kunle spent long hours at the mechanic shop, fixing cars and motorcycles . Once, they used to gist and laugh together, but now, everything was different. They would see each other at the junction where people sold roasted corn and suya but barely exchanged words.
Weeks passed, and soon, the town announced the annual Ile-Akun New Yam Festival . Everyone was excited—it was a tradition for Chioma and Kunle to attend together. But this year was different. Chioma wanted to spend time with her new friends from the volunteer group, leaving Kunle alone at home, feeling left out .
On the day of the festival, the air was filled with the aroma of jollof rice, grilled fish, and palm wine . Chioma had fun dancing to Afrobeats 🕺🏾, playing ayo olopon , and helping set up stalls. Yet, a part of her missed Kunle’s company. She caught a glimpse of him across the street, laughing with some guys near a suya stand. Seeing him enjoy himself without her made her heart ache .
Kunle also spotted her, their eyes locked for a few seconds. Memories of childhood, of sneaking puff-puff from Mama Nkechi’s roadside shop, of watching Nollywood movies together, flooded his mind. But just as quickly as the moment came, it disappeared, and they both turned away.
After the festival, Chioma felt lonely. She realized how much she missed Kunle . One evening, as the sun set in golden hues over the red earth , she decided to visit him. She knocked on his door, her heart beating fast. Finally, Kunle opened it, surprised to see her.
"Hi," Chioma said softly, playing with the edge of her Ankara dress.
"Hey," Kunle replied, his voice carrying both surprise and caution.
They stood there in silence before Chioma finally spoke.
"I’ve missed you, Kunle. "
"I missed you too," Kunle admitted. "But things have been… complicated."
"I know," she sighed. "I thought this holiday would bring us closer, but it feels like the opposite happened."
Kunle nodded, rubbing his forehead. "I didn’t mean to push you away. I just thought I needed to focus on work."
"I understand, but I also wanted to share this experience with you," Chioma replied softly. "I didn’t want to lose you."
Kunle looked down, realization hitting him. "I guess I was so focused on my own plans that I didn’t see what I was missing."
Chioma stepped closer. "Can we fix this? I think we should support each other, but communication is key."
Kunle smiled for the first time in weeks . "Okay. I’ll try to make more time for us and listen to you. I promise to support your dreams as long as I have breath."
They both exhaled, as if a weight had been lifted. The warmth of resolution spread between them like the first rain after harmattan . Chioma reached out and held Kunle’s hand .
"Let’s promise to always talk, no matter what."
"Deal," Kunle said, his heart lighter.
From that day, they made a real effort to balance their lives. Kunle sometimes helped at the orphanage, and Chioma brought food to the mechanic shop while they chatted. They learned to respect and appreciate each other even more.
As the long holiday ended and school resumed, they knew their bond had grown stronger. One evening, sitting on their favorite bench under the stars , Kunle turned to Chioma and said,
"I think we can face anything if we just keep talking."
Chioma smiled. "We are a team, Kunle. No matter what."
And that began a new chapter for Chioma and Kunle—side by side, ready to take on whatever life threw at them.
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Chioma was lively and outgoing , while Kunle was more of a quiet thinker . They balanced each other well, and everyone in the community admired their bond. However, as the long holiday approached, things started to change.
One sunny afternoon , Chioma excitedly planned her holiday. She wanted to join a charity group helping orphaned children in the community. Kunle, on the other hand, had plans to work at his uncle’s mechanic shop to save money for university. As they sat under a big Udala tree discussing their plans, Chioma said,
"Kunle, I really want to help these kids. It’s important to me. Can’t you consider joining me?"
Kunle shrugged and replied, "That’s great, Chioma, but I need to help my uncle this holiday. I can’t just leave that behind."
Chioma felt disappointment wash over her. She had really hoped he would want to be part of something meaningful. "But we can make a difference together! The program is only a few hours a week," she insisted.
"I just think working is more practical," Kunle said, trying to sound reasonable. "I need to focus on my future too."
The discussion turned into an argument.
"Kunle, you never want to do anything fun or different, do you? " Chioma exclaimed.
"And you never think about what’s necessary in life! " Kunle shouted back.
After that day, they barely spoke. The silence between them grew heavier. Chioma signed up for the volunteering program, while Kunle spent long hours at the mechanic shop, fixing cars and motorcycles . Once, they used to gist and laugh together, but now, everything was different. They would see each other at the junction where people sold roasted corn and suya but barely exchanged words.
Weeks passed, and soon, the town announced the annual Ile-Akun New Yam Festival . Everyone was excited—it was a tradition for Chioma and Kunle to attend together. But this year was different. Chioma wanted to spend time with her new friends from the volunteer group, leaving Kunle alone at home, feeling left out .
On the day of the festival, the air was filled with the aroma of jollof rice, grilled fish, and palm wine . Chioma had fun dancing to Afrobeats 🕺🏾, playing ayo olopon , and helping set up stalls. Yet, a part of her missed Kunle’s company. She caught a glimpse of him across the street, laughing with some guys near a suya stand. Seeing him enjoy himself without her made her heart ache .
Kunle also spotted her, their eyes locked for a few seconds. Memories of childhood, of sneaking puff-puff from Mama Nkechi’s roadside shop, of watching Nollywood movies together, flooded his mind. But just as quickly as the moment came, it disappeared, and they both turned away.
After the festival, Chioma felt lonely. She realized how much she missed Kunle . One evening, as the sun set in golden hues over the red earth , she decided to visit him. She knocked on his door, her heart beating fast. Finally, Kunle opened it, surprised to see her.
"Hi," Chioma said softly, playing with the edge of her Ankara dress.
"Hey," Kunle replied, his voice carrying both surprise and caution.
They stood there in silence before Chioma finally spoke.
"I’ve missed you, Kunle. "
"I missed you too," Kunle admitted. "But things have been… complicated."
"I know," she sighed. "I thought this holiday would bring us closer, but it feels like the opposite happened."
Kunle nodded, rubbing his forehead. "I didn’t mean to push you away. I just thought I needed to focus on work."
"I understand, but I also wanted to share this experience with you," Chioma replied softly. "I didn’t want to lose you."
Kunle looked down, realization hitting him. "I guess I was so focused on my own plans that I didn’t see what I was missing."
Chioma stepped closer. "Can we fix this? I think we should support each other, but communication is key."
Kunle smiled for the first time in weeks . "Okay. I’ll try to make more time for us and listen to you. I promise to support your dreams as long as I have breath."
They both exhaled, as if a weight had been lifted. The warmth of resolution spread between them like the first rain after harmattan . Chioma reached out and held Kunle’s hand .
"Let’s promise to always talk, no matter what."
"Deal," Kunle said, his heart lighter.
From that day, they made a real effort to balance their lives. Kunle sometimes helped at the orphanage, and Chioma brought food to the mechanic shop while they chatted. They learned to respect and appreciate each other even more.
As the long holiday ended and school resumed, they knew their bond had grown stronger. One evening, sitting on their favorite bench under the stars , Kunle turned to Chioma and said,
"I think we can face anything if we just keep talking."
Chioma smiled. "We are a team, Kunle. No matter what."
And that began a new chapter for Chioma and Kunle—side by side, ready to take on whatever life threw at them.
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Ile-Akun is a small town where Chioma and Kunle lived before. They had known each other since they were kids. They climbed mango trees 🥭 together, whispering great plans and dreams to each other long into the night 🌙. Meeting like that always rekindled a special spark between them. As they grew older, their friendship deepened, and it turned into something more. They started dating during their last year of secondary school.
Chioma was lively and outgoing 💃, while Kunle was more of a quiet thinker 🤔. They balanced each other well, and everyone in the community admired their bond. However, as the long holiday approached, things started to change.
One sunny afternoon 🌞, Chioma excitedly planned her holiday. She wanted to join a charity group helping orphaned children in the community. Kunle, on the other hand, had plans to work at his uncle’s mechanic shop 🔧 to save money for university. As they sat under a big Udala tree 🍏 discussing their plans, Chioma said,
"Kunle, I really want to help these kids. It’s important to me. Can’t you consider joining me?"
Kunle shrugged and replied, "That’s great, Chioma, but I need to help my uncle this holiday. I can’t just leave that behind."
Chioma felt disappointment 😞 wash over her. She had really hoped he would want to be part of something meaningful. "But we can make a difference together! The program is only a few hours a week," she insisted.
"I just think working is more practical," Kunle said, trying to sound reasonable. "I need to focus on my future too."
The discussion turned into an argument.
"Kunle, you never want to do anything fun or different, do you? 😡" Chioma exclaimed.
"And you never think about what’s necessary in life! 😠" Kunle shouted back.
After that day, they barely spoke. The silence between them grew heavier. Chioma signed up for the volunteering program, while Kunle spent long hours at the mechanic shop, fixing cars 🚗 and motorcycles 🏍️. Once, they used to gist and laugh together, but now, everything was different. They would see each other at the junction where people sold roasted corn 🌽 and suya but barely exchanged words.
Weeks passed, and soon, the town announced the annual Ile-Akun New Yam Festival 🥘🎉. Everyone was excited—it was a tradition for Chioma and Kunle to attend together. But this year was different. Chioma wanted to spend time with her new friends from the volunteer group, leaving Kunle alone at home, feeling left out 😔.
On the day of the festival, the air was filled with the aroma of jollof rice, grilled fish, and palm wine 🥘🍹. Chioma had fun dancing to Afrobeats 🕺🏾, playing ayo olopon 🎲, and helping set up stalls. Yet, a part of her missed Kunle’s company. She caught a glimpse of him across the street, laughing with some guys near a suya stand. Seeing him enjoy himself without her made her heart ache 💙.
Kunle also spotted her, their eyes locked for a few seconds. Memories of childhood, of sneaking puff-puff from Mama Nkechi’s roadside shop, of watching Nollywood movies together, flooded his mind. But just as quickly as the moment came, it disappeared, and they both turned away.
After the festival, Chioma felt lonely. She realized how much she missed Kunle 💭. One evening, as the sun set in golden hues over the red earth 🌅, she decided to visit him. She knocked on his door, her heart beating fast. Finally, Kunle opened it, surprised to see her.
"Hi," Chioma said softly, playing with the edge of her Ankara dress.
"Hey," Kunle replied, his voice carrying both surprise and caution.
They stood there in silence before Chioma finally spoke.
"I’ve missed you, Kunle. 😞"
"I missed you too," Kunle admitted. "But things have been… complicated."
"I know," she sighed. "I thought this holiday would bring us closer, but it feels like the opposite happened."
Kunle nodded, rubbing his forehead. "I didn’t mean to push you away. I just thought I needed to focus on work."
"I understand, but I also wanted to share this experience with you," Chioma replied softly. "I didn’t want to lose you." 💞
Kunle looked down, realization hitting him. "I guess I was so focused on my own plans that I didn’t see what I was missing."
Chioma stepped closer. "Can we fix this? I think we should support each other, but communication is key."
Kunle smiled for the first time in weeks 😊. "Okay. I’ll try to make more time for us and listen to you. I promise to support your dreams as long as I have breath."
They both exhaled, as if a weight had been lifted. The warmth of resolution spread between them like the first rain after harmattan 🌧️. Chioma reached out and held Kunle’s hand 🤝.
"Let’s promise to always talk, no matter what."
"Deal," Kunle said, his heart lighter. 💕
From that day, they made a real effort to balance their lives. Kunle sometimes helped at the orphanage, and Chioma brought food 🍛 to the mechanic shop while they chatted. They learned to respect and appreciate each other even more.
As the long holiday ended and school resumed, they knew their bond had grown stronger. One evening, sitting on their favorite bench under the stars ✨, Kunle turned to Chioma and said,
"I think we can face anything if we just keep talking."
Chioma smiled. "We are a team, Kunle. No matter what." 💑
And that began a new chapter for Chioma and Kunle—side by side, ready to take on whatever life threw at them. 🚀💖
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