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The way January 2025 ended eh...

Honestly, this is the quickest January ever.

Happy New Month 💗

Better late than never 😐

ELUXOROMA 🖊️ 🖊️
Day 031/365

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Day 030/365



*LEMONS*

When life gives you lemons, and you have made lemonade from it, do not throw away the zest.

For from the zest, emerges a spice used as sweetners and medicines, crucial for the comfort of man.

Remember to never overlook the little things, because they can turn out to be rare and essential tools for your growth.

ELUXOROMA 🖊️ 🖊️
Day 029/365



*DEATH*

“ I hate you” She screamed at him
Hate evident in her eyes, as she screams at him, her heart in pain.

“I do not want to ever see you in my life again”
“I did nothing to you and you just treat me like this”
“It is not fair!!!”

She spewed out a lot of things she did not mean, from the broken part of her heart.

He just stood there, looking at her. His heart felt like it was squeezed hard and thrown away.
But he had to go. He had to do this, so she would move on from quickly from him.

“I am sorry Chichi”
“I do not know what else I can say other than I am sorry. I am pained that I am breaking up with you, but it is for the best” He tells her

He holds himself from breaking down in tears in her presence.
Going closer to her, he tries to touch her, but, a few inches close to her back, he retracts his hand and walks out of her room.

No longer hearing the echoes of his footsteps, she plops down on the floor, her last shred of hardness falling off as she cries profusely.
No trace of hate in her eyes this time, only pain, heartbreak and sadness

“Why dif he have to break my heart like this?”
“I did not do anything wrong to him”
“I loved him with all my heart and I never betrayed him” Clutching her clothes, she wails on the floor

A few days of endless pain, brings her to a hard decision.
She decides to find joy after her heartbreak. Making up her mind to move on from him.

“It is time to move past him”
“He mirthlessly broke my heart, so there is no need to cry over spilled milk”
Immediately, she picks her phone and deletes every traces of memories made with him.

The first few days of moving on were tough, but she made a decision and stuck to it. Days turned into months, and she moved on nicely. The pain there, but fading.

One morning, she hears a familiar ringtone while in the bathroom. Immediately, she comes out to check her phone to see who was calling her.

“Joe! Why is Joe calling me?” She asks herself, after checking the caller ID

“It should better not be about Femi, because I will not listen to him” She hisses, immediately picking the call.

“Hello Joe” Chichi greets

“Hello Chichi”
“I am surprised you still have my number” Joe replies

“Why not? You did not do anything wrong to me. My issue is with your friend and not you” Chichi tells Joe
“Your voice is really low Joe. Are you sick?” Chichi asks inquiringly

“No, not at all”.
“I have something to tell you Chichi” Joe says to Chichi

“What is that?” Chichi replies

“Femi is dead” Joe drops the bomb

Silence ensues. Chichi is left speechless while Joe is waiting for her reply.

“This must be a prank right? You and Femi are up to something”
“Tell Femi that no matter the tricks he pull, I will never get back with him” Chichi tells Joe, not believing anything he said

“Femi is dead Chichi”
“He died two days ago” Joe sniffs, trying to hold back his tears while telling her

Unable to grasp the news, she sits down on the sofa.
“Please tell me it is lie” Chichi whispers, unable to muster the strength to talk loudly

“It is not a lie Chichi” Joe replies, from a heart of sorrow
“Please come online Chichi. He asked me to send you something. Check your dm, you will see it” Joe tells Chichi

“Chichi”
“Femi loved you till day he died. His last words were about you Chichi” Joe tells her his heart.

Chichi’s old wound is reopened while hearing Joe’s words. She finally believes Joe.

“Femi is dead” Chichi whispers with tears dropping from her eyes
“If he loved me like you said, why did he break my heart before he died?” Chichi said on the phone, unable to forgive Femi

“Chichi, everybody is heartbroken and pained. I sent you what he told me to give you after his death”
“It should be explanatory enough”
“Be safe Chichi” Joe replies, immediately cutting the call

Switching her data connection on, she sees a notification on her phone, from Joe.
A PDF was sent to her from Joe.

With trepid heart, she opened the PDF, not knowing what Femi wanted to tell her before his death.

A few minutes into the reading, Chichi is shocked and left in daze
“He was sick! Why did he not tell me?!” Her voice shaking, while saying this.

I did not tell you because I love you too much to see you suffer with me. You deserve to be happy. I know you may hate me, but know I did what I had to do to protect you from being with an already dying person. I will always love you Chichi.
Femi

“Clank” A loud sound is heard as Chichi’s phone slips from her hand and hits the floor.

“He was sick?!”
“And I hated him… I blamed him and jumped to conclusions, without finding out his reason”

“Why didn’t he tell me?”
“Femi why didn’t you tell me?”
“I love you Femi. I knew in my heart that you would not just suddenly break up with me for no specific reason”
“ I just did not dig out well to know your reason”
“I am sorry”
“ You died without even giving me the privilege to hold you, to talk to you and see you one last time”

Chichi cried, her heart in turmoil. Blaming herself for not being there. Her already healing heart is broken again by Femi’s death.

“How do I go on without him?” A heartbroken voice cries, the pain too much to bear.

Death is unexpected.
Like a thief in the night, it comes when you do not prepare and takes over.

Learn from Chichi and do not jump to conclusions quickly.
That friend you think hates you, may just be going through something serious that might have caused his/her drastic change.

ELUXOROMA 🖊️ 🖊️
Day 028/365



*QUÉ SERA SERA*

Qué Sera Sera;
What will be, will be.
Really?

Why should I leave my life in the hands of fate?
I mean, we are the authors of our destiny.
Why then do I let fate determine my faith?

What will be, will be?
A great excuse to shy away from responsibility,
To throw your life to the will of fate,
with little, to no care of the result.

What will be will be?
But you work hard daily,
Hoping to be better.
If what will be will be, when then do not work hard.

No! What will be will not be.
I will take by force what belongs to Ceaser,
And I will make the decision for my future.
I will not leave my life in the crooked hands of fate.

MY FIRST SHORT STORY THIS YEAR.
A DUET BETWEEN I AND ANOTHER TALENTED WRITER ❤️.

RONNIE 🌹🌹 et ELUXOROMA🖊️ 🖊️
Day 027/365



A MAID IN MY FATHER'S HOUSE?

I wasn’t born with a silver spoon in my mouth. Survival was a daily struggle, and with four younger siblings depending on me, there was no room for weakness. My mother had died in a car accident on her way back from a market trip, and my father; had disappeared without a trace, leaving me—just seventeen—with responsibilities far beyond my years.

School? That became a forgotten dream. Feeding my siblings and keeping a roof over our heads was all that mattered.

I took on any menial job I could find, doing whatever it took to put food on the table. That was how I ended up working for the Martins—a wealthy family with more luxury than I could ever imagine. Their daughter, Laura, was everything I wasn’t. Light-skinned—what I’d call yellow pawpaw—chubby, and pampered. She had the world at her feet, while I had the weight of mine on my shoulders. I envied her, though I’d never admit it.

One day, my five-year-old sister fell ill, and I had no choice but to take her along with me to work. I settled her in the Martins’ sitting room to rest while I hurried through my chores. But when I returned to check on her, my heart nearly stopped.

"What is going on here?" My voice shook as I took in the sight before me.

Laura stood over my sister, her face twisted in disgust.

"What is this poor thing doing on my sofa?" she spat. "Must I remind you that you're just a maid? You have no right to bring a stranger into my father’s house." she shouted at me

I looked at my sister crouching on the floor, her right hand on her abdomen in pain. I rushed over to her, pushing the spoilt brat out of my way
"Lara, are you okay?" I asked my sister, my face laced with worry.

"Aunty Tara it hurts" she muttered in pain, wincing at every little touch, sending painful tremors to my heart.

"It's okay, let us..." I tried to reply, but I was interrupted halfway by the piercing voice of Laura

"How dare you push me? "
"You used your dirty hands to push me! I will have you fired by mummy" She screamed, kicking my little sister in the groin.

"Lara!" I rushed to shield my sister from her merciless kicks. Then I held Laura's legs midway and threw her off balance.

She falls backwards lightly, landing on her butt.
"Mom!!" She screamed her mother's name, faking crocodile tears.

"Tara what have I just done?" I shout in my head. I knew it was finished when I heard her call her mother—That Wicked Witch of the West.

"What is it Laura?" Mrs Martins rushed to hold her daughter who feigned weakness.
"That stinky maid pushed me" Laura whined, her eyes filled with tears.

"Such a pretender" I muttered under my breath.
"Ma, this is how it..." I tried explaining but was interrupted by Mrs Martins.

"Have I asked you to speak?" She asks coldly, glaring at me in anger.
"Laura baby, what is the matter?" She focused her attention on her daughter, asking her what had happened.

Right in my presence, Laura cooked up lies which fueled Mrs Martin's anger towards me.

"Pah!" I felt a stinging pain on my cheeks, my eyes turning red. Mrs Martins had slapped me

"How dare you push my daughter?"
"And why was your stinky sister on my chair? What happened to the store?" She hollered and I flinched a little at her sharp voice

She didn't get the name Wicked Witch of the West, for nothing.

"Ma... That was not what happened" I tried to explain, panic rising inside me.

"What are you trying to say? That my daughter is a liar?" She asked me in an accusatory tone.

"No ma, but.." I interject
"Pah!" I felt another stinging pain on my other cheek, as her hand connected sharply with it.

I staggered backwards in pain, careful not to fall on my little sister who was trying to balance herself.

"You know what?"
"Get out of my house, this minute!" She commanded

A bile rose in my throat as I fought back the tears. This was my only source of income for myself and my family.
"I must not lose this job" I panicked

"Please ma. I apologise for my incompetence. I will do better ma" I plop down on my knees, crawling over to beg her.

I cannot lose this job. What will my siblings eat?

"Are you deaf, or did your hunger-striken orphan status leave you re****ed?" She hured insults at me

I paid no heed, begging her profusely.
But she listened not, dragging my frail sister by her hair outside.

I ran after her, trying to take my sister from her. But Laura dragged me out. I struggled, but weeks of not eating properly didn't make me stand a chance against her.

I watched Mrs Martins fling my sister out of the entrance door in horror.
"No!!!!" I screamed, pushing Laura and running to meet my sister.
She had already passed out, with one side of her head bleeding, from a cur when colliding with the hard concrete.

"Lara wake up" I shake her vigorously, my heart beating hard against my chest and tears welling up in my eyes at the sight of my dear little sister.

"Please do not die and leave me" I cry at her unconscious body, my voice cracked in tears.

"Why would you do this to us?"
"Do you not have a heart? How can you be so heartless, ruthless and wicked?" I screamed at the mother and daughter, tears streaming down from my face

I saw Laura smirk at me, from her mother's back. In anger, I rushed up to her, hoping to inflict the same pain she inflicted on my sister. But I was pushed back roughly by Mrs Martins.

"You had the effontry to come fight us"
"Is that how useless your mind has become?" Mrs Martins spat out, dragging my hair and slapping me on every part of my body

I tried to shield the sides of my body I could, while enduring her stinging slaps

"What is going on here?" I heard a male voice at my back causing Mrs Martins to halt her palms in the air.

Wondering who it was that could make this evil woman pause in her evilness, I looked up to see Mrs Martin's face- a mixture of shock and fear

"Daddy??" I heard Laura's voice
"Daddy!!!" I looked up again, seeing Laura running over to meet a man and hugged him tightly

His body structure looked so familiar. I crained my neck to see his face clearly, but Laura's body blocked me from seeing him properly

"Honey, you're back!" Mrs Martins said
"You didn't tell me you were coming!" Her voice became high pitched from nervousness

Laura left his embrace, and I could finally see him

"Dad??" I shout in shock.
His gaze met mine and gradually his pupils began to dilate.

"Tara, what are you doing here?" He asked, looking at me and then my unconscious sister on the floor.

[To be continued]

ELUXOROMA 🖊️ 🖊️
Day 026/365



MY FIVE THOUSAND NAIRA

I sat there, wolfing my food hungrily.
The feeling of hunger dissipating,
Replaced by fullness gradually

The day's bustle wearing on me,
Physically, mentally and stomach-ly.
The only alarm ringing, was my rumbling stomach.

But a sweet aroma called me.
From miles away I came running,
Like a zombie at the scent of blood.

Iya Sikirat don drop another banger!
With glee, I rush to where she sells food.
Escorting my plate to the nearest table.

"This food is tasting one kind" I mutter,
Noting a slight foreign taste in the delicacy.
But i push it down, blaming my overthinking.

Halfway down the food, I stumble on something,
"Cockroach legs!" I scream in shock.
Waves of nausea hit me immediately.

Patiently I work my way through the food,
Coming across its desecrated remains
I pay no heed, casually tossing them to the side.

"My 5000naira must not waste" I tell myself,
as I continue eating my food, peacefully
Though with inner disgust, but with no choice

ELUXOROMA 🖊️ 🖊️
Day 025/365



THE PAST IS NIL

That your past is nil.
Stop letting it drown your soul,
So you can be free.

Ps: This is an *HAIKU* poem, which consists of 3 lines, 17 syllables and no rhyme scheme.

ELUXOROMA 🖊️ 🖊️
Day 024/365



A KREATIV LIFESTYLE

A Creative life is a life well lived to the fullest.
No fear or doubts, just courage to defy;
Defy the unthinkable, to prove a worthy opinion.
This is a great honour, reserved only for the brave.

ELUXOROMA 🖊️ 🖊️
Day 023/365



MY FIVE THOUSAND NAIRA

I sat there, wolfing my food hungrily
The feeling of hunger dissipating,
Replaced by fullness gradually

The day's bustle wearing on me
Physically, mentally and stomach-ly
The only alarm ringing, was my rumbling stomach

But a sweet aroma called me.
From miles away I came running,
Like a zombie at the scent of blood

Iya Sikirat don drop another banger
With glee, I rush to where she sells food
Escorting my plate to the nearest table.

"This food is tasting one kind" I mutter
Noting a slight foreign taste in the delicacy
But i push it down, blaming my overthinking

Halfway down the food, I stumble on something
"Cockroach legs!" I scream in shock
Waves of nausea hitting me immediately

Patiently I work my way through the food,
Coming across itsdecorated remains
I pay no heed, casually tossing them to the side

"My 5000naira must not waste" I tell myself,
as I continue eating my food, peacefully
Though with inner disgust, but with no choice

ELUXOROMA 🖊️ 🖊️
Day 022/365



BETRAYAL

Sometimes the person you would take a bullet for, may be the one behind the trigger.
Be selective of who you defend, to avoid "Had I known?!"