Head or tail? Which shall it be?
Is it worth it to live life by chance and leave your future to be decided by a cast of die?
Peradventure you are faced with an incidence that you never bargained for? What do you do?
And when you could have done something to forestall negative occurrences but you didn‟t, what would be the way forward then?
In Sentenced, what was supposed to be an adventure of love by two people was marred by the errors of a trusted fellow.
Gabriel finds himself in a situation that makes him desire death above life. Would he cave in to the inner pressure?
Faderera is a product of cruelty which puts her in a prison of circumstance. Is there any hope for her release?
And then comes the sorrows borne by Mrs Elijah as a result of her negligence instead of ignorance. What would her intentional oversight cost her?
This book tells stories of the twist and turns of life.
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Faderera stood up from her hostel bed and announced to her roommates that it was time for them to set out to the library for night study.
“First semester examinations will commence in less than a week, gals and we have to focus more on study now. I think we have had enough gist for one day”, Faderera said as she started sorting her books. She put some in her backpack and arranged the rest neatly on her table
“Efiwe!” Susan teased. “The way you read as if your life depends on it beats my imagination”, she added.
“But what exactly are we here for? Isn’t it for study?” Faderera asked as she rolled her eyes.
Faderera was studying Accounting at a State owned University in South West Nigeria. It was her third year in the University. She shared a room with three other ladies; Susan, Adeola and Temitope. They had shared the same room since their first year. Although they were students in different faculties, they studied together almost every day. They were really close pals.
After a few minutes of perambulation, the ladies set out of their room. They were delayed by Adeola who was always the slowest when it came to getting ready for events; classes and any other thing in life except for giving clap backs. If anybody insulted any of her friends, she was always the group defendant who rose to fight for them with her mouth. She had been nicknamed ‘The slug with a razor mouth’.
Adeola remained in the room for almost ten minutes while the other ladies waited for her outside. They decided to wait outside so that they could propel her to hurry up. They had threatened to leave for the library without her but she kept telling them that they couldn’t because they loved her too much to do that to her. She had said that she was looking for her lip balm.
“We are only going for night class reading now, not for a day class. No one would even notice whether your lips are glossed or not this night. It’s either their eyes are glued to their books or their eyes are dim with sleep” Susan said while Faderera and Temitope laughed.
Adeola hissed at the ladies as she stepped out of the room to show her displeasure for their constant act of picking on her and walked past them before she stopped a few steps away from them.
“Let me quickly lock up this door before she will change her mind about having to go back to rub foundation and powder on her face”, Susan said as she inserted the key into the key hole and turned it to secure the door.
As they began to walk towards the hostel gate, Adeola said, “Ha, I forgot …”
“No way” Faderera, Susan and Temitope chorused without waiting for her to complete her statement.
“You are not going back into that room tonight. Nothing will make us allow you go and take anything from that room”, Temitope said as she locked hands with Faderera and Susan to form a barrier in Adeola’s way, who by the way had turned as if she wanted to return to the room.
“I was actually trying to pull your legs, girls”, Adeola said as she started laughing hysterically while Faderera and Temitope hissed at her.
“Better”, Susan said as they all now began to walk towards the gate of their hostel.
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“I would prefer to get a seat towards the mid section of the hall or better still, at the back”, Sharon replied.
“Why?” Femi quizzed.
“This is my first time and I will easily be sought out as a new face if I sit anywhere close to the altar. I don’t have the intention of identifying myself as a first time attendee” Susan shrugged.
“I don’t like the attention that comes with being recognised as a first time worshipper. I want to evade that step of my membership” Sharon added.
“Ok. I respect your decision. See you in the hostel later then” Femi said.
Femi went into the venue through the front door while Sharon went through the back door.
Immediately the service ended, Sharon sneaked out through the middle side door of the lecture theatre before most people were through with their personal prayers. She wanted to escape before anyone would accost her after having identified her as a first time attendee who refused to allow herself to be properly welcomed into the fellowship.
“Hello, Sharon” a male voice called out from the distance.
She stopped in her tracks. The voice sounded really familiar that she was convinced that she was the Sharon that the person was calling out to.
Sharon turned towards the direction where the call had come from; which by the way was around the frontal section of the hall where she just came out from. She sighted George; walking in her direction, who by this time was very close to where she was standing.
“How are you today?” George inquired.
“Fine, bro Jude” Sharon replied shyly; unsure if she got his name right.
“Great! I am really glad that you came,” George said with a broad smile.
Sharon reciprocated with a smile.
“And I am George by the way. Not Jude.” He said, smiling.
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