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    Ishuu !

    “Stop being a girl”, Malume barked at me, his aura reeked of disappointment. Showing emotions as a man was equivalent to castration in his reality. I needed to cry my pain out. The burden of supressing the fire burning my soul was harder than accepting my new reality. I was single again. Rejected by the one woman who understood the combination to my heart’s rhythmic beats. Frankly speaking, I should have handled my situation better after all she was pregnant. With someone’s child. My best friend, Jack. Malume was hell bent on unleashing his past life demons and beating Jack to a pulp. I don’t blame him, I would have…

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    Umjolo, The Dating : Part 4

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    Umjolo, The Dating: Part 1

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