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i bought a nice singlet for O. i wanted to give him something he would always wear. i bought it, wrapped it in a blue and white wrapping paper and hid it inside my box. after sometime, i decided to leave it on my book rack since it was that slim.

two days before O's birthday, he came to my room and i told him i would appreciate it if he came by on his birthday. He couldn't understand why. i told him i wanted to give him a gift. that sounded even more strange to him. surprisingly then, he showed up. i wished him a happy birthday and gave him his gift. after 30 minutes, i told him i had to leave coz i had some event to attend at the church.

Honestly, i didn't really see any big deal in my attitude. For all i could care for, if he didn't want to see me, he could leave.

Days passed and months rolled by and by the begining of my third year in the university, it was time to go for my industrial attachement also known as IT.

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i travelled to Lagos and was attached to a company that did primarily what i was studing in school. i loved my office to the core, to the bone marrows lol and every morning was a begining of high expectations, dressing time and happiness. i loved to dress up. the company i was working for had branches all over Africa. Even at the office in Lagos, we had foreigners but mostly anglophones. it was fun. i loved it. i totally loved it and i was everybody's friend. Was it the lunch part, or the T.I.G.F. events? it was mega fun...lots to drink, different hits from across the continent. we danced to the hits and i learnt contemporary african dance.

O called me once in a while. he also sent me love letters and emails. assuring me of his love and reminded me of the need to do what he wouldn't do. He had finished his final exams some months back. it was during those years that ASUU went on strike as much as we ate food in a day. so at the time i was working + having fun in lagos, he was at school compiling his results and hoping that the some frustrated lecturers and admins at the exams department would release and work his result. i missed him atimes but not totally.

One morning, our MD called me to his office and as i sat down, i couldn't decode the look on his face. He told me i have been transferred to the company's branch in Ghana along with one other colleague who was a full time worker. i had mixed feelings. i was happy but a bit sad coz i knew i was going to miss the friends i had made in Lagos. he told me not to worry that the compnay had a singular nature in all it's offices around the continent. He assured me i was going to love it. i agreed and he told me i was to leave in 3 days.

On the D day, i and ibukun left to the airport and boarded the plane that took us to Accra. it was a plesant trip. i was loving it but was missing Nigeria. When we landed in Ghana and took a taxi to our hotel, the cab man asked us a few questions and it was obvious to him that we were foreigners. after all we discussed he said ' Welcam' the way Ghanians spoke, i knew i had landed into the country that would be my temporary home for about 5 months.