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~GIWA~

I fell asleep the entire afternoon, desperately trying to numb the pain I felt, especially after witnessing them taking Hassana away, this morning.

I woke up, shortly around 2pm. After Nini had tapped me, telling me that Mum wanted me to dress up and get ready forbthe meeting we had scheduled with Mr. Charles Bassey, by three.

Three missed calls..

I had three missed calls.

From Kelechi, a classmate. About seven in total from Chika and her clique. And then, following it up was a dozen of messages, from many classmates, all of them, sending their sympathy towards my loss.

Hassana.

I groaned. Started beating myself up again, as soon as I realised that indeed, I wasn't dreaming. The whole thing was still very real.

I only wondered how on earth my classmates knew about what had happened. I wasn't really in the mood for my phone at the moment and as much as I wished I could, I didn't have it in me to reach back to all of them. I just.. Not now.

Mum drove. By three sharp, we were already at the gates of Castron High. In a way, I wasn't looking forward to the meeting.. I just wanted to sleep my day away.

Mum insisted I go.

I walked into Charlie Ba's office about ten minutes late and I was surprised to see how full the entire place was already.

They were all there. Charlie Ba sat there on his seat, calmly placing both hands on the office desk infront of him. The rest were present, all of them, occupying seats that looked like they were taken from the school hall and arranged for them, together, one after the other, by the walls of the office.

Prissy sat at the extreme right end, Shade and Nova sat right next to her. Yure and Ivandor sat closeby, right after the couple, and a quiet, solemn Krisdana sat by her cousin.

"Good afternoon." I greeted quietly and they all acknowledged me with smiles and nods.

"Good afternoon, Giwa." Charlie Ba said to me, calmly. "Have a seat, please."

He gestured towards the empty seat that was at the extreme left end, by Krisdana and I obliged, going to take it.

"Hey." Krisdana softly greeted and I smiled back at her, nodding quietly.

The room was quiet. Eeriely quiet for a long, long time and I started to get nauseated as the silence only reminded me of the harsh reality we were facing.

I took a deep breath and sat up straight, keeping composure, yet feeling like there was a literal hole burrowed in my heart. The eeriness of the atmosphere did nothing to distract me from my devastating thoughts.

"I'm very sorry about what happened." Charlie Ba started, sympathising with us.

"It hurts. It does, I know. That pain of losing someone dear to you is unmeasurable. I am so sorry you all have to go through this.." he stopped, got caught off by Prissy's sniff as she wiped a tear on her cheek.

For the first time ever, Prissy was being the one who was finding it the hardest to keep her composure.

"I know you may not want to hear this, but I want you all to understand that everything, literally everything, happens for a reason. Even this." He said to us.

"Excuse me." I raised a hand. Charlie Ba looked at me, giving me the permission to speak.

"She went through a lot." I said.

The thought of it scattered me all over again and I felt the hot tears, burning and stinging my eyes all over again. I tried. I tried to control them.

"She went through a lot. So much. She went through so much, and in the end, she died? She didn't even have the chance to fully know what love is. To grow up. Dream. See her children. After going through hell, she just died. Wouldn't it have been better if she were never even born? What was the point of having her come to this world to suffer like that?" I spoke my whole heart, hoping this man would have answers.

"No one was brought into the world to suffer, Giwa. Everyone had a purpose on this earth. Even if you never get to grow up or see your children or grandchildren, it doesn't mean your existence in the world was useless. Whether we like it or not, everyone that has been brought into this world, good or bad, had an impact on someone. A good impact that would last for a lifetime, even after they depart." Charlie Ba calmly answered.

"Even Jesus Christ didn't live too long." He continued. "And he was shamed. Ridiculed. Betrayed by people he trusted, people he helped. And in the end, he was battered, killed and hung on a cross where they taunted him over and over and over..... And yet, he saved mankind from the bondage of sin. His existence saved mankind. Jesus never got to see his children too, did he? Still he made a huge impact in the world. Didn't he?"

Looking at it this way... It sort of opened a new light. Made me see Hassana's death differently.

Hassana's death had opened my eyes to a lot of things. So many things. I could say I was seeing things from this teacher's point of view.

"Everyone has a time of departure from this earth. Maybe this... This was Hassana's time." He said.

"She just turned 18. She was just.. 18." I muttered to myself and he heard me, and nodded, understandingly, like he quickly knew what to say next.

"Nova." He called and the boy sat up, looked at Charlie Ba.

"You told me you had told Hassana about God, true?" He asked him.

"Yes, sir." Nova answered.

"Did she listen to you." He asked.

"She gave her life to Christ, sir." Nova said to the man. "I was in there with Kelechi, Chido and Nana, and we all prayed for her too."

"Why didn't God let her stay then?" Prissy's soft voice was heard.

"I want to know too." I genuinely asked.

Why? Why didn't God let her stay? She had already started anew.. she was going to live a better life with him. Why didn't he let her die?

"Giwa and Waje, I will answer both of your questions together." Charlie Ba said to us.

I looked at him, listening.

"God knows best," he started. "He knows all our final destinations and where we spend eternity, even before we are born."

Okay.

"And sometimes..." he continued. "Sometimes, God lets people go because they are ready. He lets the righteous come home early, because he doesn't want them falling into sin. Because he knows they will fall into sin again." He told us.

"Take Hassana, for example.." he continued. "She had been living a miserable life here on earth, as you said," he gestured to me. "Why would God let her have to go to hell, even after everything she had been through on this earth. If God knew they were possibilities of Hassana, deviating from him, then why wouldn't he take her now to have her eternal rest with him as she was ready?"

Wow.. When he puts it like that...

"God is merciful." He was saying.

He is.

"And he wouldn't let any had come to his children. As much as he gives his children the free will to do anything they want, he still reaches out to them and hopes they find him, before it's too late. He wants all of us to be happy. To be with him in the end." He explained to me.

"Hassana is happy where she is, I'm certain. You all should be happy for her too. In the end, it's our final destination that matters. This world is really all vanity. Like they say, life is short. It is. It'll all be over before you know it. We all will soon pass away one day. Do not let anyone tell you, or decieve you that you have to live your life they way you please, just because it's short. I mean, yes, you should get the best of life for yourself, but do not forget that eternity is long. Eternity is forever. What you with your so little time on earth determines where you will be for the rest of eternity." He told us.

"Hassana has made it. Believe me when I say she is not unfortunate. The irony of it all is that she is doing better than all of us right now. She has made it already, and now the question is... Will you?" He looked at us with the last question, carefully taking time to look all of us in the eyes as he spoke.

We were quiet. Sinking in the words he said, pondering on it, and letting it serve as an eye opener to all of us.

"Now, how many of you saw this coming?" He asked us. We all shook our heads, indicating that this whole thing was unexpected.

"Did you ever feel that Hassana, at any point, was capable of ... Suicide?" He asked us again.

No one. Absolutely no one. Hassana was our ball of Sunshine... Or at least, that was what we thought.

"What did you all know about Hassana?" He asked again.

There was silence in the office. The atmosphere was quiet, as none of us was ready to speak first. None of us were even truly sure about Hassana anymore. We weren't sure of who she was.

Shade spoke first.

"I actually always felt Hassana wasn't truly being herself with us." She admitted.

Really.

"But I never looked at it in the way it was. I didn't believe she was just a sad person, who would ever contemplate suicide. I just felt she was ... I don't know... Fake.." She paused, swallowed, like she was ashamed of herself for judging Hassana so wrongly.

"I thought she didn't like Giwa.. or even me. I thought her laughs were all just two-faced. I didn't believe that anyone would always be that happy, that excited. I didn't realise thay everything she was doing.. she was only doing it to escape a bitter reality she was facing. I guess I was wrong about her." Shade finished, wiping off a tear that dropped down her cheek. She took in a deep breath and wiped again. Charlie Ba was patient with her, sympathy showing in his eyes as he waited for her to say more, but she didn't. She couldn't.

"I actually just believed Hassana was a happy person. I didn't think she had problems." Prissy said.

Nova agreed with Prissy.

"Hassana and I were friends. We talked a lot, played a lot. I didn't think anything was wrong with her." He admitted too.

"I had a moment with her." Krisdana spoke up. Calmly, hesitantly raising up a hand.

"I don't want to talk about it, but I saw a kind of depth to her that shocked me." She went on. "I just didn't believe her intentions were pure, considering she was Giwa's friend and all and at that time, Giwa and I weren't friends..."

Krisdana just called me her friend...

"I wished I had let her in. Listened to her more. Maybe I would have seen that she was truly something different than what I believed her to be." Krisdana confessed.

Krisdana and Hassana had had a moment?

Just how much more things didn't I know that Hassana had done behind the covers?

While Yure told us that he wasn't that close to Hassana to fully understand something was wrong, Ivandor didn't say a word. Not a single word. Not a sound.

Nova was asked to pray for us again and after Charlie Ba had talked to us for about thirty minutes, he finally brought up the one thing I had been curious about the most.

"The letters.." He said, suddenly reaching in to search something in his drawers.

My interest peaked instantly.

The letters...

The letters he said that Hassana had written for us before she attempted suicide on her birthday.

"Now, I don't want to waste any of your time.. especially since you have exams on Monday." He was saying as he finally found whatever he had been searching for.

I watched, as he dropped a book on his desk. A pink book, with it's thick, hard covers, decorated with glitter and fine beads, and excess pages that gave it quite a large volume. Almost like that of a Bible. I could clearly see that something, the letters perhaps, were stuck in between some of the pages of the book.

"This is Hassana's diary." He first informed us.

I see.

He asked us if we were ready to see the letters and we were quick to say yes. He observed us once more and let out a sigh. One by one, he called us, opened different pages of the book and handed us all different, yellow sheets, that looked like fine pages of fancy book (probably Hassana's diary), neatly folded in half.

"Giwa." He had already given me Hassana's letter to me and I held it, hands slightly shaking and sudden anxiety had taken over.

"Thankyou." I whispered, taking my seat, taking in a breath and bracing myself into see the content of the letter.

I opened it and read;

Giwa,

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for being a terrible friend to you_

I paused my reading at the first line, a lump blocked my throat and my stomach knotted painfully.

That's not true, Hassana. It's not true. You weren't a 'terrible' friend to me. You weren't.

I breathed, calmed myself down and continued the letter;

I'm sorry for all the pain I had caused you. I know you probably never want to speak to me again and I understand that.

After my birthday, I will be gone. I will not be a burden to you or anyone else again. I hope the best for you. I love you. Always have and always will. You are my best friend in the whole world. I just wanted you to know that you'll forever be dear to me.

Hassana

I folded the letter back up, holding myself from having another breakdown as I rehearsed the words, the message of the letter in my head.

After our fall-out, Hassana had really believed I wanted her gone from my life. She had truly believed that. For her to.. Just how damaged was she? A lot of things I wished to know, to understand about her. I never even got the chance.

What calms me atleast was the fact that I had made peace with her before her death. If I hadn't had the chance to speak to her, if we had lost her instantly from that initial suicide attempt, she would have left this world, thinking that.

Even if I blamed myself for a lot things that I wish I had done differently when she was alive, the fact that I was able to make her understand that I loved her, before she left, was soothing.

I exhaled a breath I had been holding, dropped the letter on my lap, and looked up to Charlie Ba, trying my best to keep my composure in this office.

Calmly, he waited for us all to go through all our letters, before he dug hands back into his drawers and got out another letter.

"This is Hassana's letter to me." He informed us, before looking to the piece of coloured paper in his hands.

"Mr. Charles Bassey." He began, reading out the letter. "This is Hassana Alfa, your student."

He paused, stopped reading actually, like looking at the words in the letter was torture, talk less of reading it out loud to our hearing.

"I will be ending my life on the 2nd day of April and before you see this letter, I will probably be dead." He continued, eyes fixed on the letter he was reading.

My heart dropped. Somehow, somehow, it almost seemed impossible to get over this.

The man continued;

"I believe it's the best option. For my peace.. And for the peace of my friends, as well. I caused a lot of problems for a lot of people and I hurt my friends. It's best if I leave... Just as I have always been planning to."

What?

'Just as I have always been planning to?'

She had.. She had always planned this? She had always planned to take her own life? How.. How could I have missed that?

"I have only one wish, sir." Charlie Ba continued reading. "After I am gone, please fix my friends. Fix what I had broken. Bring them all back together. That's all I ask. Thankyou. Hassana."

I couldn't even put into words, the emotions that overwhelmed me. In all honesty, I felt no hateful feelings towards anyone. No one at all. Not any of my friends. Not even my enemies.

Whether I was too caught up with what happened to process any other hurt, I didn't know. All I knew was that, asides the pain of Hassana's death, I felt no other hurt.

Charlie Ba's eyes lingered on all of us.

"What happened?" He asked us. "Tell me everything."

"We made mistakes_"

"It all started from me." I confessed, cutting whoever spoke off immediately they started talking.

"It all started from the moment I started to get angry and make horrible decisions because of my twisted method of thinking." I spoke in the way it was and there was silence in the room. Charlie Ba watched me intently, attentively.

"Anger." He remarked. "One moment of anger can ruin it all."

I nodded, completely and totally relating to that statement.

"I'm going to need you all to open up to me." Charlie Ba said, sensing that we may close up on him and leave out certain details.

I mean, we probably were going to. I was going to. He was my physics teacher. What would we start telling him everything? Including the fact that we were 'dating'? Hell, no.

"Talk to me." He urged. "You should know by now that everything is safe with me. I owe that to Hassana at least."

One thing about this man was his ability to glow so well with teenagers. He was strict when he needed to be.... But, he understood teenagers. Maybe that's why Hassana picked him to talk to us. She trusted him. I guess we could trust him too. Fingers crossed.

"Ivandor and I dated for a while." I spilled first. I noticed my confession shook the others up a little, but Ivandor remained calm and collected. I thought I could even see a tiny, encouraging smile on his lips. Like he was urging me to tell him. Like he felt, or knew that letting these all out to Charlie Ba wasn't a bad idea afterall.

The man looked taken aback for a while. However, he took it in and kept back his composure, nodding at me and clearing his throat. "Go onn."

"We agreed a lot of things together. Even secrets." I told the man, and he watched me, listening.

"Then, one day, a sudden text came up. Someone had texted Ivandor, and in conclusion, it implicated me with him and made it seem like I was an untrustworthy girlfriend who couldn't keep other people's private issues." I continued.

"I see." He said.

"I got angry. I got really angry." I told him.

"Did you find out who sent the text?" He asked me and I paused, lowered my head, turned my gaze away from him and answered. "Yes."

He easily understood. From my entire demeanor, he understood and knew who had sent the text.

God bless this man for being sharp.

"I first blamed Shade for it." I told him, eyes still down, bowing my head in shame and refusing to look at him.

"Why?" I heard him ask.

"Well, because.."

"Giwa, eye contact, okay?" He cut in and I stopped talking, nodded, breathed and took my head up to look at him, eyes focusing directly on him.

"Shade and I weren't ever really one to see eye to eye. I guess I may have misunderstood her. She's not a bad person. She never was." I refused to look at Shade as I spoke. I couldn't. I noticed Charlie Ba, glance at her for moment, before returning his eyes on me.

"I blamed her for the text.." I told him.

"Why?"

"It's a long story, sir. The circumstances weren't in her favour. All elses' pointed to her. I didn't know her well enough to have a reason to give her the benefit of the doubt." I said.

"I see." He nodded, understanding.

"I blamed her. I said things I shouldn't have said to her.." I went on. ".. I realised she was actually an amazing person when she put everything aside to still have my back after what I did."

His look sobered on me. I looked down for a moment, as regret for my actions overwhelmed me. Sucking it all up and deciding to properly address my fuck up, I found the courage to look at Shade, who was staring at me, with calming, understanding eyes. "I'm sorry."

She smiled, waving it all off immediately and looking like she had been waiting to be good with me for an eternity now. "It's okay, Giwa. It's okay."

Shade and I talked. We really talked. About what happened and also, about understanding each other. We quickly agreed to forget our differences, start all over and try to know each other more... Be better friends to one another. I was grateful.. The part of me that had been holding me down, guilt shaming me, felt free. Released from that bondage of guilt. I felt relived.

Charlie Ba looked happy with the little progress

"And how did Waje get involved in all of this?" Charlie Ba asked. "That day, your whole anger was reigned on her... So what was that about?"

I noticed Prissy look down the moment my eyes landed on her... Like she was scared, ashamed to make eye contact. I waited for her to speak first. I didn't know how tobtake the lead on this one. I wasn't sure.

Prissy didn't speak. She didn't utter a word. She refused to look up, to Charlie Ba or to me. She kept her head down, uncertainty and insecurity dripped off her.

That's when I realised..

Prissy wasn't angry with me. Not at all.

She was afraid of me. She was still afraid. She was traumatized by me, infact. And watching her that way, I had to ask myself.. Would it really be possible for the both of us to still be friends? After all this?

I took the wheel again, after Prissy wouldn't speak. I told him about my deal with Prissy. What happened with us, why I had lashed out on her, and how I felt she had offended me.

I also didn't forget to mention to him, how I knew nothing justified mynactioms that day. I told him that I knew that I went overboard... Because I was hurt. I was angry. Very angry with Prissy.

"Waje?" Charlie Ba had turned to her, prompting her, urging her to speak. She shook her head, refusing. Trying to tell us all to forget it. That we were cool.

"You both cannot fully be on good terms if you don't talk about everything." Charlie Ba had opposed.

It took a while, but Prissy finally spoke.

She explained everything to me. We talked about Jss3, clearing up all the misunderstandings that caused all our problems. She explained to me that what I saw as help, she saw as torture. She told me how she felt the entire time, and how much she had to do, how much she had to change to please me.

It all made sense to me. It all did. I had good intentions towards her.. I just felt that since all harsh treatments my classmates were lashing out on me in the past, proved effective in making me hardened, it'd work for her too.

Come to think of it, my classmates' ruthlessness, that year, had also turned me into a hateful monster. Even if I did toughen up, I had felt that resentment towards them and I showed it. In turn, I had made their own lives miserable. I literally cringed at the thought of having Prissy resent me the way I had resented those my classmates in the past.

"I didn't hate you, Giwa." She admitted. "The truth is that I always hated who I had become. I hated the cover I had to put up, even if I would have never admitted it to myself as at then. It was easier to blame you for it."

I found myself relating so much with Prissy. Just the same way I had blamed my classmates for the person I had become, Prissy had blamed me. We both were on this table.

It's always easier to blame others for the person you have become. It's always easier to comfort yourselves with the ideology that the world deserves to see you at your worst because of a bad past.

Meanwhile, the truth is, we shouldn't let people or circumstances, past life encounters, define and dictate who we should be.

We shouldn't blame people or circumstances for our flaws.

"Neither should we also blame them for our insecurities." Prissy had said and instantly I realised that I had voiced out my thoughts.

Prissy was smiling at me, warmly, very genuinely, and I immediately knew.. We could still be friends after all. We could.

Charlie Ba asked how Prissy, Yure and Krisdana were connected to my blow up that day, considering I was angry because of a text. I explained it to him, how I felt a sick urge to get revenge on Prissy. I told him that I found a video proof of she and Yure and used it to her disadvantage.

"Did you think about how Krisdana may have felt seeing the video?" He asked me.

"Not at that moment." I admitted.

As even Ivandor had told me that day, I was more concerned with exacting my revenge on Prissy to think about Krisdana. To even think about anything properly at all, I must admit.

Charlie Ba turned his attention to Krisdana, sensing how affected she must have gotten by all of these. The girl sat quietly, arms calmly folded, looking back at the man.

"Are you okay, Moe?" He asked her and she nodded, calmly. Quietly.

"Are you sure?" He asked again.

"I lost a friend." She answered this time, surprising me the way she easily referred to Hassana as a friend.

He nodded. "I understand."

"Thankyou," she muttered. It was clear to me. Clear to everyone that Kris was really trying to avoid this topic. Atleast for this moment... And Charlie Na noticed. He respected that.

"A lot of things that happened this session, I wish I could just take it all back.."

Relatable.

It was Yure who spoke, and all eyes turned to him. All except Krisdana, who sat there calmly, hugging her body and staring into space blankly as though she weren't even part of this meeting.

Yure made occasional glances at her as he spoke. Short glances, quick wistful look, that was easy for everyone to see true remorse in them. The girl was quiet. Calm. Only staring into a space of nothing... Like she was truly, truly lost.

"I just learnt to be more protective of other's feelings. Not to let my immaturity have a negative effect on others." Yure kept saying.

Relatable.

"We should be careful what we do to people. How we treat others. Our actions, big or small, can go a long way to either make a person..." His look remained on Krisdana, a soft sober look. "..or break a person." He had muttered the last part, but we all heard.

Ivandor was looking at his cousin with a look on his face that I couldn't decipher. Something that looked like sympathy.. I don't know.

"Our actions can also cost us the people we love." Yure said.

Hassana.

"And it can wreck our friendships too." He looked at Ivandor. "I'm just relieved I didn't put a permanent strain on my relationship with Ivan at least."

Ivandor smiled, a quick smile. Sighed and diverted his attention from his cousin to Yure.

"You were close." He said bluntly. Yure smiled shortly, muttering something that sounded like, "I know."

My gaze remained on Krisdana, wondering what exactly on earth was going on in her head. Ivandor looked like she was the only one who mattered at the moment. I wondered how he truly could still be friends with Yure again if Krisdana was not okay with being around the guy. Or was she? Had they talked about this?

Charlie Ba had called all our attention to him once again, directing my focus from Ivandor and Krisdana to him.

"Now, you see that all you guys needed to do was sit down and talk about all of this." He told us all. "Do you know how much damage you would have avoided if you just talked?"

That question hit me hard.

.. If we just talked..

If we just talked, a lot of things could have been avoided.

I would have calmly discovered that Shade wasn't the one who had sent the text. I would have seen things from Prissy's point of view, and in turn avoided everything that had happened that day.. Probably still would have been with Ivandor by now.

Most of all.. I may have understood Hassana more, and probably.. she wouldn't have been dead by now.

How important something as little as mere communication can go a long way to avoid a lot of damage..

"But again.." The man continued. "Like I said before, everything happens for a reason."

He had said that about Hassana's death..

"With everything that went wrong this session, you all cannot deny the fact that you have become better people." He said.

True. If none of these ever happened... I probably wouldn't have grown as a person. I wouldn't have grown out of that dark cover. I wouldn't have escaped the hate, pride, anger and resentment that I had compressed myself into. I would have still been the old Giwa Falade.

Maybe everything does happen for a reason. Good things. Bad things. They all have a role to play in one's life.

"You all, by now, all understand the importance of your relationships with one another. You all know the importance of communication. You all now know the importance of understanding people, understanding yourselves. You get the basis of friendships, relationships, forgiveness.. Love. God's love. All these wouldn't have been possible if you didn't make mistakes. That's how humans grow. What matters is what we made out of these mistakes we made." He said to us.

"Now, look around you. All of you." Charlie Ba told us all.

I looked around the room.. from Ivandor, who was smiling warmly at me, to Shade and Prissy, to Yure, Nova, even Krisdana.

And for the first time since what happened, I didn't feel suffocated being near them, or choked by the guilt that tortured me. I didn't feel that hostile atmosphere anymore. The whole place was fuelling with smiles. Love and understanding was in the air. I knew at that moment, it was an open road for our new beginnings.

I was happy. So happy that we could actually reconnect again. We could actually start over as friends, try to do things differently this time. Hassana's death wasn't meaningless in our lives after all. Maybe it had to happen. Maybe it was the only way to bring us all back together, but this time, with a better mindset.

The meeting was done and dusted soon after and we were basically in a happy reunion, throwing hugs, kisses, and showering one another with smiles and love. This was good. This meeting was good.

Charlie Ba called me back afterwards, asking me privately about Amir. He told me he had his letter, but he had advised against giving it to him till after our final exams. He said the only reasin he had called us was because we already knew what had happened and he had to do something to getbus to feel better before we start our exams on Monday. What he did worked. Bless him.

"You can have this." He gave me Hassana's diary. "I believe that she would have wanted just you to see it. I haven't gone through it myself."

I didn't open Hassana's diary till I was back at home. Holding the book alone made me feel closer, connected to her in some sort of way I couldn't explain. I examined the glitter on the front page, the way it gave the book this blinding glow and unique look. The beads looked attached, like she had fixed them all herself, and it got me wondering why she would even do that.

How would she have been keeping a diary and I didn't even know?

Why didn't I know? Was there a reason this book was that confidential? Could this book be it? The key to understanding the mystery behind Hassana?

There was only way to find out.

I proceeded to open the book. And what I saw .... What I saw in Hassana's diary.. destroyed me. It tore me up to shreds. Scattered me. And shocked me out if my mind. Traumatized me.

I couldn't sleep that night.

What do you think is in Hassana's diary, guys?😢
You're free to guess😪

And comment what Hassana's death has thought you. Is there someone you aren't reciprocating love to? Is there someone you have to reach out to? Is there someone you haven't spoke to in ages? It's not late. Send them a message now ❤️

Also let me know what you think the deal with Hassana and Ivandor was? I want to laugh😂❤️

And yayy, the group is back together and I'm so happy!! Cheers to love amd forgiveness!!!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️

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There is a fascinating movement going on right now and it's aim is to get Wattpad to recognize and uplift Nigerian books on this app and let's be honest... We deserve it.

Nigerian books are fast becoming the BEST on this app, starting from plot, characteristization, realness, relativity, character development, and everything that makes up a good book. We deserve to be noticed. We deserve to be topping the charts and we want to work with you to make that happen.

The movement has started already (no dulling) and if you share this same spirit with us, if you have this same mindset, if you want to start seeing your favorite nigerian books or even your own book getting up there, #1 in big tags, millions of well deserved reads and all that, we have to begin with a step. One step at a time.

Do these:

1) VOTE;

Vote like you have lost all sanity. Start here abeg, vote all chapters of TLT you haven't voted. Not only TLT, any good Nigerian book you see out there, VOTE. LET'S CONFUSE THE ALGORITHM. LET'S GET WATTPAD WONDERING WHY THE ENGAGEMENT HAS SUDDENLY SKYROCKETED. IT'LL PEAK CURIOSITY. IF WE'RE LUCKY ENOUGH, THEY MAY STUMBLE ACROSS SOME OF THESE BOOKS.

Voting gets the attention of Wattpad. It pushes books up the charts. You don't know how to vote? Look down at the bottom left of this page. The star icon. Tap it. Tap it nowwwwwwww!!!
Thankyou 😊😇

2) If you're on Instagram, follow @wattnaija. It's a new account. That is where the main work begins. Our hard-working people who are supporting this movement, are you ready to tag wattpad for us? Are you ready? Crack your fingers oo. We are going to be letting out teasers from our books and when we tell y'all to tag in the comments, TAG! TAG LIKE YOUR LIFE DEPENDS ON IT! WE MUST GET WATTPAD'S ATTENTION OO!

3) Also follow the twitter account @wattnaija. Alao a new account, serving the same purpose. Who is ready to retweet!?? They have to see us oo.

Yes, we're serious about this. If you're ready, if you're ready to bring fame to Nigerian books on this app, follow all instructions above. Thankyou, and Naija to the world🤞🤞