Ken's love story

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Hi everyone! My name's ken and here's my story.
I come from a remote village of ndamu in orlu local government area of Imo State Nigeria. I'm here to tell the bitter story of myself and the supposed love of my life Queeneth whom I regretted ever meeting, so sit down and follow me as I narrate my story with love.

I came from a very poor background and from a family of four(4) but as the popular saying goes "being born in a poor home isn't your fault but remaining poor is definitely your fault". After my primary education, I got a one in a million opportunity to travel to the city move in other to learn a trade and make a living.
I moved to the city of Owerri at the age of 12. Our family friend Mr Francis volunteered to take me with him to the city so I can serve him and in eight(8) years time, after which he will settle me. I will also be able to open my own shop if I wished to continue with the same line of business or go into something else I want.
Two years into serving my master, everything was going fine. Even though I wasn't being paid salaries, I always had pocket money so in my own little way I never lacked anything and I even saved from the little I got.
Seven years into my trade learning, I met someone I wished I never met at all in my life. It was on a Tuesday afternoon, my boss sent me to the bank to make some cash deposits for him and as usual, I queued up. Some seconds later, a beautiful voice caught my attention and I had to look immediately behind my back only for me to see the most beautiful woman on earth standing behind me and in a moment,our eyes locked following a mind blowing smile which she gave me that almost made my heart skip countless times in a second. I faced front immediately cos it was almost my turn to make deposit but I still couldn't help being shy and trying to looking at her beautiful face again before I leave the banking hall.
After depositing,I decided to wait for her outside of the banking premises so I can see her again or hopefully get her phone number so I can keep in touch as I cannot bring myself to let her go as I usually do the other girls. And in a minute, I saw her walking out of the door towards me. I wanted to say hi but my lips couldn't move but miraculously she stopped and said "yes", that was when I realised that I was actually waving at her with my right hand. I was so ashamed and shy at the same time as my lips betrayed me and couldn't move to say the reason I was actually waving at her but just in the nick of time I said.. "can I have your number?" Unsure of what her reactions will be, she said "gladly" and made a gesture that I handed her my phone and she punched in her phone number. Still standing on the same spot, I watched her walk to the bus station and boarded a bus home.
I returned to my boss's shop smiling like a nerd that has just won a visa lottery. I couldn't just wait for the day's work to be over so I can have all the time in the world to call her. Just while I was busy swimming away in my little heart's wonderland I remembered that I didn't even get to ask her of her name, "stupid you" I said to myself as I walked into the shop to attend to a customer.

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