This is the concluding part of this story; you can read the first and second part before continuing. (Karma 1 & Karma 2).

I dropped my phone through shaky hands and sank to the floor, I know that sounds dramatic but at this point, I was already very much in love with Demola and I wasn’t in the mood for any heart breaks (not that anyone ever is). After a few minutes of indulging in some serious self –pity, I stood up and called my friend, she always knew what to do in situations like this. “Babe” I started as soon as she picked it, “I think Demola is dating that Temmy girl I told you about”. “The one from the wedding?” she replied. “I knew it, I just knew that something was up with that girl, she get olosho eye, husband snatcher gene dey her body, we need to show her we don’t play around”

This is the continuation of this story and in case you stumbled on this, you might want to read the first part. (Click Here To Read Part One) Demola and I continued talking after the party and I soon forgot about Temmy. As a matter of fact, things went so smoothly that we started dating in a matter of days, I thought there was no point prolonging the inevitable, afterall, we were in love.

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This story introduces a series of real life events. I am Banke and I will be telling you tales as experienced by me. I was going to start writing a professional article when I realized that you guys will probably learn more if I just share from my reservoir of amazing, sour and sometimes hilarious experiences in this our Naija.