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Part Two: Under the Mango Tree The school day dragged longer than usual, but for once, Nnena didn’t mind. Her thoughts k...
13/07/2025

Part Two: Under the Mango Tree

The school day dragged longer than usual, but for once, Nnena didn’t mind. Her thoughts kept drifting back to Corper Raymond. There was something about him β€” not just his voice or how he pronounced his words with calm confidence β€” but the way he looked at her like she was more than just a student.

It was after prep on Thursday evening when it happened.

The sun was beginning to set, casting golden rays through the branches of the old mango tree behind the school library. It was Nnena’s favorite spot, quiet and mostly forgotten by other students. She often went there to read, away from the noise of the dormitory.

She was already sitting on one of the tree roots with a book in her lap when she heard footsteps behind her. She turned slightly β€” and there he was.

Corper Raymond.

He was holding a brown notebook and a pen. His NYSC jacket was off, and he had rolled his sleeves up to his elbows.

β€œI didn’t mean to scare you,” he said, smiling gently.

β€œYou didn’t,” she replied.

β€œI saw you from the staff window… Thought I should check if you were okay.”

Nnena nodded, unsure what else to say.

β€œDo you mind if I sit?”

She hesitated, then gave a small nod. He sat a few feet away on another root, resting his notebook on his lap.

β€œFunny how peaceful this place is,” he said after a moment of silence. β€œBack in Lagos, I couldn’t find peace even at midnight.”

β€œYou’re from Lagos?” she asked, curiosity finally cracking her shell.

β€œYes. Born and raised. Coming here has been… different.”

β€œIn a good way?”

β€œIn a grounding way,” he replied, meeting her gaze. β€œSometimes, you need to be far from the noise to hear your own heart.”

They sat in silence for a few seconds.

β€œWhat are you reading?” he asked.

She turned the book so he could see the title. β€œWeep Not, Child by NgΕ©gΔ© wa Thiong’o.”

He smiled. β€œDeep choice.”

β€œI like stories that feel real,” she said quietly. β€œStories where people struggle but don’t lose hope.”

He watched her as she spoke, genuinely interested. β€œYou’re not like most girls I’ve taught.”

β€œI don’t try to be.”

β€œThat’s what makes you different.”

She looked away, unsure how to respond. No one had ever spoken to her like that β€” like she mattered beyond her grades or her silence.

He opened his notebook, scribbled something quickly, then tore the page and handed it to her.

She hesitated, then took it.

It read: β€œThe sun doesn’t have to shout to shine.”

She looked up slowly. β€œWhy did you write this?”

β€œBecause it reminds me of you.”

Nnena’s heart skipped.

She folded the paper carefully and tucked it into her book. For the first time in her life, someone had seen her β€” not just her face, or her position in class β€” but something deeper. Something quiet but strong.

And for the first time, she began to wonder: Could this be what falling in love feels like?

Nnena My Superwoman Chapter One; The rain had just stopped falling when Nnena stepped out of her hostel at Amavu Girls S...
12/07/2025

Nnena My Superwoman

Chapter One;

The rain had just stopped falling when Nnena stepped out of her hostel at Amavu Girls Secondary School, her black sandals pressing softly against the wet, red soil. She held her books close to her chest, her eyes drawn to the mist rising gently from the school field. Morning prep was over, and classes were about to begin.

Nnena was eighteen β€” soft-spoken, thoughtful, and beautiful in the quiet kind of way that turned heads without asking for attention. Her dark eyes held a depth that words rarely touched, and though she didn’t talk much, her presence was never unnoticed.

As she reached the classroom block, her friends Ada and Amaka ran past her giggling.

"Have you seen him?" Ada whispered, eyes sparkling.

"Seen who?" Nnena asked, a little confused.

"The new Corper," Amaka said quickly. "He’s tall and fair. He just arrived yesterday. He’s posted to teach English."

Nnena smiled faintly and kept walking. She didn’t care much about crushes or gossip. Her focus was on her final exams and securing a future outside the small walls of her life. But fate has its way of rewriting even the most carefully planned stories.

She met him that same day.

He walked into SS3B during the second period β€” tall, clean-shaven, with a soft smile and calm eyes. He wore his NYSC khaki jacket loosely over his white shirt, and his name tag read "Corper Raymond".

β€œGood morning, class,” he said.

β€œGood morning, sir,” the students chorused.

β€œI’m Corper Raymond. I’ll be taking you in English and Literature.”

As he scanned the classroom, his eyes paused for half a second longer when they landed on Nnena. She didn’t smile, didn’t look away, just met his gaze with quiet curiosity before looking back down at her notes.

After class, as the students poured out, Nnena stayed behind to arrange the chalk and clean the board β€” something she often did without being asked. As she turned to leave, she noticed him still standing by the window.

β€œYou love books?” he asked gently.

She nodded. β€œYes, sir.”

β€œWhat’s your favorite novel?”

She thought for a moment. β€œPurple Hibiscus.”

β€œChimamanda. Good choice.” He smiled. β€œYou remind me of Kambili. Quiet but strong.”

She gave a small smile, and walked past him without a word.

But something lingered in the air. A spark. A connection that neither of them could quite explain.

From that day, things began to change. Nnena found herself waiting for his footsteps in the hallway. Her heart skipped a beat when he called her name to answer questions in class. And when their hands brushed over a copy of Things Fall Apart, her fingers felt electricity she had never known before.

It wasn’t love β€” not yet. But it was the beginning of something real.

Something tender.

Something unforgettable...

To be continued....✍️✍️✍️

145 hours done.Congratulations πŸ‘πŸΌπŸ‘πŸΌπŸ‘πŸΌ Obot
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An Akwa Ibom Son, John Obot is currently attempting to break a world record in Akwa Ibom stateThis time, the Longest mar...
10/09/2023

An Akwa Ibom Son, John Obot is currently attempting to break a world record in Akwa Ibom state

This time, the Longest marathon reading aloud for 145 hours

Join us let's wish him the very best.

Education is a right that every person is entitled to, regardless of their socioeconomic status.Think about the educatio...
03/09/2023

Education is a right that every person is entitled to, regardless of their socioeconomic status.
Think about the education of the less privilege!

Another powerful message from the most Youngest President in the world(36yrs)If USA and France wants Uranium, come to Ni...
11/08/2023

Another powerful message from the most Youngest President in the world(36yrs)

If USA and France wants Uranium, come to Niger and build nuclear power plants. If you want cocoa, come to Africa and build Chocolate company. If you want copper, Diamonds, Tantalum, Tin, Gold and other silver come to Africa and build the company. If you want Lithium from Zimbabwe come and build company. Nigeria as one of the largest oil producing country doesn't have one single refinery.
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Avoid using your entire night dreaming someone else's dream. You might likely wake up late and could not sleep again to dream your own dreams.
Sometimes we pass through momentary pains in preparation for future happy hours.✍️

An ugly scene where students sat on the floor to write examination.
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An ugly scene where students sat on the floor to write examination.

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Isolation is a dangerous thing, whether it is self-inflicted or forced. It does the same thing. It destroys your self-worth, and a person devoid of self-worth loses self-respect and has only vile hatred for himself.

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A talented girl uses beans and rice to design her drawing.

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