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Special type of feeling that I feel when I'm with you
O n du n mo mi anytime wey I dey with you
I want your heart and soul and your whole body too
I can't let you go
I'm beginning to begin to fall in love
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The bus driver waited 7 minutes for me. Every morning. For a year.
I was 16. First job. 5am shifts at a bakery.
Bus came at 5:02. My shift started at 5:15.
Problem: I lived 3 blocks away, uphill, winter.
First week I missed it 4 times.
When Umar was 12, he found a wallet on the road while walking home from school.
Inside was more money than his family had seen in months.
His friends told him to keep it.
His mother needed food. His school fees were overdue. Nobody had seen him pick it up.
But Umar spent the entire afternoon searching for the owner.
Just before sunset, he found an elderly trader frantically looking around the market.
The wallet was his.
The trader opened it and discovered that every naira was still there.
Years passed.
Umar forgot about the incident.
One day, after graduating from university, he struggled to find a job. Rejection after rejection came his way.
Then he received a call.
True story:
An elderly woman sat alone at a restaurant every Friday for nearly two years.
She always ordered food for two.
When a waiter finally asked why, she smiled and said:
"My husband died 2 years ago. We used to have dinner here every Friday. I know he's gone, but I don't want our tradition to die too."
The waiter walked away in tears.
Sometimes the hardest part of losing someone isn't that they're gone.
It's learning how to live without the moments you built together. ππ₯