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Experienced Clinical Psychologist & Psychotherapist | Writer | Burns Survivor's Advocate | Passionate about Face count in-equality and Self Actualization | Youth Leadership and Social inclusion | Hybrid Psychologist for L.A.B WhatsApp +447836275296

09/11/2025

Two major political parties this morning 😃😃😃😋😋😋


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Part _ 1️⃣1️⃣“She didn’t mean to stay away — she just didn’t know how to face what she was feeling.” For days, Amara avo...
09/11/2025

Part _ 1️⃣1️⃣

“She didn’t mean to stay away — she just didn’t know how to face what she was feeling.”

For days, Amara avoided the road that led to Chinedu’s shop.

Every time she tried to pass, Ifeoma’s words echoed in her head: “People go talk.”

And people had started talking already — two market women had teased her that she’d found “a special customer.”

It shouldn’t have mattered, but it did.
She wasn’t ashamed of Chinedu — she was scared of what loving him might cost her.

At night, she’d sit by her window, staring into the streetlight haze, thinking about him.

His quiet way of listening.

His hands that never rushed.

The way his smile always seemed to forgive the world.

She remembered the first time she saw him in the rain — how everyone else had stepped back, but he had stepped forward.

That memory refused to fade.
“God,” she whispered one night, “why does it feel like You’re pulling me toward something everyone says I should run from?”

The next morning, she packed her groundnuts slower than usual.

Her heart was loud.

By midday, she found herself walking the long way home — and somehow, without planning it, her feet stopped right in front of his shop.

He was there, as always — bent over a broken fan, sunlight glinting off the smooth lines of his scars.

He looked up, surprised, their eyes locking for a second too long.

She smiled — small, unsure, but real.
“Hi, Chinedu,” she said softly. “Did you miss me?”

He laughed — a quiet, shaky sound that said more than words ever could.

To be continued..

Hey! The picture used its just a burns victim model i saw and she's beautiful that's all.

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09/11/2025

Chi foo afu ozo 😔
Missing scripts from the just concluded yesterday's election 😢
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08/11/2025

Emotional moments as i re accessed my page that was banned 😢

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Part _1️⃣0️⃣“He felt it before he understood it — the quiet distance that fear creates.” For days, Amara didn’t come by....
08/11/2025

Part _1️⃣0️⃣

“He felt it before he understood it — the quiet distance that fear creates.”

For days, Amara didn’t come by.

No soft knock on the wooden counter, no smile, no quick laugh that brightened his dusty shop.

At first, Chinedu told himself she was busy — maybe selling her groundnuts elsewhere, maybe helping family.

But by the fourth day, he knew better.

He’d seen that look before — the sudden carefulness in her eyes the last time they spoke.

People must have said something.
They always did.

He tried to shake it off, focusing on work.

But even the radios seemed quieter, the air heavier.

Every little sound reminded him of her — the jingle of bracelets, the way she said his name, the faint scent of palm oil and rain that clung to her clothes.

In the evenings, he sat outside his room, listening to the noise of the compound.

Couples quarreled, children played, women gossiped.

Life went on, as if he wasn’t missing anything.

But he was.

He thought about her words — “Don’t hide from me.”

He smiled sadly.

Maybe she didn’t mean forever.

Still, every night before sleeping, he whispered the same thing to God:

“If she’s meant to go, let her go in peace.

But if she’s meant to stay, give her the strength to see me, not my scars.”

To be continued..

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07/11/2025

Before you sleep play this 💯
Good night and read your Bible 😍

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07/11/2025

Couples only 💯 eat her up.
Let her scream 😱 😔
Turn her to mama iwater 😋😋
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Part_9️⃣ Amara, you dey always go that man shop. You sure say you no dey pity am too much?”“People always find a way to ...
07/11/2025

Part_9️⃣
Amara, you dey always go that man shop. You sure say you no dey pity am too much?”

“People always find a way to ruin what they don’t understand.” 💔

That afternoon, Amara’s friend Ifeoma saw her at Chinedu’s shop.

She had stopped by to pick up her repaired phone, laughing softly as Chinedu showed her how to use the flashlight setting.

It was innocent, but to a watching eye, it looked like something else.

Later that evening, as they walked home together, Ifeoma broke the silence.

“Amara, you dey always go that man shop. You sure say you no dey pity am too much?”

Amara frowned. “What do you mean pity?”

“I mean… he’s a good man, I know. But look at him.

Those scars — people go talk. You fit handle that kind thing?”

Amara stopped walking. “Ifeoma, you sound like them.”

“Like who?”

“The same people who stand and watch when others suffer.

The same ones who call someone ‘that burn man’ instead of his name.”
Ifeoma sighed, lowering her voice.

“I just dey protect you. World no kind.”

Amara looked away, her throat tightening.

She knew Ifeoma wasn’t wrong about the world — it wasn’t kind.

But kindness was exactly what made Chinedu different.

That night, she lay awake thinking of him — of his calm voice, his quiet strength, his gentle laugh.

She thought about how people only saw his scars, not the courage it took to walk among them every day without bitterness.

And as she drifted into sleep, one truth burned in her heart:

Sometimes the people the world pities are the ones holding the world together.
To be continued..

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Psalm 4:8: "I will both lie down in peace, and sleep; For You alone, O Lord, make me dwell in safety." Nkjv.Me too im hu...
06/11/2025

Psalm 4:8: "I will both lie down in peace, and sleep; For You alone, O Lord, make me dwell in safety." Nkjv.

Me too im hurt 💔
: Before you sleep 😴 Today might not be all we want and maybe your / we are depressed about it.

Me too im hurt 😞 but we take a cold shower, thank God about it and talk to the person dearest to you.

Then sleep tomorrow will be better.
We ain't gods ourselves.

Kosisochukwu Chinedu Amamchukwu
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06/11/2025

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Part_8️⃣“Fire no kill me.“The more she saw him, the more she wondered how a man could live through fire — and still be t...
06/11/2025

Part_8️⃣

“Fire no kill me.

“The more she saw him, the more she wondered how a man could live through fire — and still be this kind.”

Amara came back a few more times after that day.

Sometimes with a faulty charger, sometimes just to say hello.

Chinedu noticed, but he never asked why. He was just happy she came.

She’d sit on the wooden bench beside his work table, watching him twist wires with steady hands.

He worked with a quiet focus, his scarred fingers moving carefully, almost gracefully — like someone who had learned to fix things because the world kept breaking them.

One afternoon, as the sky turned gold, she said,
“You never shout at customers. Even the rude ones.”

He chuckled softly.

“I don tire for fight. Peace dey sweet me pass wahala.”

She smiled. “You’ve seen too much to still talk like that.”

He looked up from the phone he was repairing. “Fire no kill me.

Why I go let anger finish the small life wey remain?”

His words silenced her.

She found herself staring — not at his scars this time, but at his eyes.

They were calm, almost gentle, yet heavy with stories he never told.

Amara began to notice the little things — how he’d greet every passerby with respect, how children no longer feared him, how even the stubborn market women trusted him with their radios.

Something about his quiet strength drew her in.

And each time she left his shop, she found herself thinking of him long after she got home.

She couldn’t explain it yet, but something in her spirit whispered: this man has survived what most people couldn’t.

To be continued..

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05/11/2025

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