[ Previously on E.10 ] "Are you sure you can drive? I don't mind driving you home and taking an Uber back to pick up my car." They were approaching Mercy's car, so they slowed down and stopped a few feet away. She turned bleary eyes to meet Tunde's calm ones. She could see the uncertainty and care in them. He was obviously still worried about her and she tried to give him a reassuring smile but failed.  "You know it will not be a problem," he continued; "besides it will be a great opportunity for me to get to know where your house is at. I still can't believe it took us forever to meet up after the last time. I just don't want you slipping away again. Infact, we must make out time to meet every weekend. What do you think?" He grinned down at her, eyes dancing. Mercy nodded slowly with a tight smile. She shouldered her bag and sighed deeply; "that's something I wish I did often with Bola. I wish I had made out time to see or mee

Not supporting Hushpuppi or any kind of crime by this article. However, when i read about his arrest, several questions crossed my mind: Is this a case of a son learning from his elders?  Are the Young ones getting better at this looting game that has been played and perfected by our leaders over the years?😏  What would have been his fate if he were a Naija politician and focused more on looting our collective wealth (oil money) and lodging same in banks abroad?  Is this a case of the young ones not being able to compete with the elders in the scramble for oil money, so they are diversifying and looting foreign currencies?

After 3 years of a tumultuous relationship, he turned his back on her for another who was younger, was willing to share his bed before the vows, had a nice job and  better prospects. He broke her heart without a backwards glance. No explanations. No remorse. No second thoughts. Not even thoughts of the few good times they shared. Thought of how she had on several occasions begged from family to support him when he was down and penniless and she was jobless. He told his friends about her. She heard the tales of how they laughed at her for keeping her virtue all those years and chided him for accepting such. His family said; at her age she might not be able to give you children. You can't marry your mate. Never.

[ Previously on Darkness E. 9] Bola! Her friend and sister murdered?   God this pain is too much for me. Why my Bola?   Mercy's body shook as the heavy torrent of tears flowing down her face mingled with her running nose and soaked the front of her gown. She knew she looked unsexy but she didn't care. Life seemed to have lost it's appeal all of a sudden. Her heart felt as if it had been ripped off from its root. It felt like a part of her had been mercilessly yanked off, leaving her sad and sore. She buried her face in her open palms while waves of sobs racked her tender body. "Mercy please, I take God beg you, stop crying like this. You will hurt yourself." Tunde's face mirrored his concern. He reached down and peeled her hands off of her face as his sad eyes ran over her. She was sitting helplessly at the back seat of his car crying her eyes out. If only tears could bring Bola back to them. She knew she needed to pull herself together and think of how to get