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Nee's Fictional Diary, F. c. t Abuja, Abuja (2026)

11/07/2026

Random thought of the day... 😄

I've been hearing plenty of stories about Lagos, and honestly, as much as I would love to visit, I don't think it's a place I would enjoy living in.

First of all, I don't like crowded places. I've never really lived in one. I grew up in Abuja, in a relatively calm community. Even though the area has grown over the years, it still doesn't feel overwhelming. I enjoy space, peace, and a little order.
Another thing? I don't like disorganized environments. From what I've seen online, heard from people, and watched in movies, Lagos looks like a place where everybody is in a hurry. Traffic here, people rushing there, everybody trying to get somewhere at once. Sometimes it even feels like if you blink too long, someone will overtake you in a queue. 😂

And please, don't come for me, but why does everybody seem to be shouting? 😭
One of my biggest pet peeves is noise. Talk to me calmly and I'll hear you perfectly. Why are we shouting across the whole street when we're standing two steps apart? Lagos people, abeg explain.

Now, before anybody attacks me, there are things I admire about Lagos too. The opportunities are incredible. It's probably one of the few places in Nigeria where you can wake up with one idea and find people willing to help you turn it into a business. The energy is unmatched. That's also probably why the city is so crowded—everybody is chasing a dream.

As for me, I'll happily visit, enjoy the experience, eat the food, see the beautiful places, survive the traffic, and then return home. 😂

I've lived in Abuja, schooled in Minna, and now I'm in Okene, Kogi State.

Abuja will always have a special place in my heart. It's organized, relatively peaceful, and if you know the right people, opportunities can find you there too.

Minna? I just like Minna. Simple. The people I met there were friendly and peaceful. My biggest complaint was water wahala. If you know, you know. 😅

Kogi State, especially Okene, is a different story. Sometimes it feels like a retirement town because things move at a slower pace and opportunities can be limited. For someone who likes to hustle and stay busy, it can be frustrating.

But let me give credit where it's due: if there's one thing Okene deserves an award for, it's electricity. 😄 If it's light we're talking about, give it to Okene. No arguments.

At the end of the day, every place has its strengths and weaknesses. Maybe Lagos people think Abuja people are too calm. Maybe Abuja people think Lagos people are too fast. Maybe Okene and Minna people are wondering why we're all complaining. 😂

But one thing is certain: Nigeria is a beautiful mix of different people, different lifestyles, and different experiences.

So tell me, if you could choose only one Nigerian city to live in for the next 10 years, where would it be and why?

Ni'matallahi Omeneke Sadiq
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10/07/2026

One thing I've realized about myself is that I struggle to ask for help.

Not because I don't have people around me who care. Not because there aren't people willing to help.
I just always feel like I should be able to handle everything on my own.

Even when I'm overwhelmed. Even when I'm struggling. Even when I genuinely need support.
My mind starts asking a hundred questions:
What if they say no? What if I'm disturbing them? What if I become a burden?

So I stay quiet and try to carry it all alone.
But lately, I'm beginning to understand that strength isn't always about doing everything by yourself.

Sometimes strength is admitting you're tired. Sometimes strength is being honest about what you need. Sometimes strength is allowing people who care about you to show up for you.

I'm still learning this.
Maybe some of you are too. 🤍
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05/07/2026

The Unsent Voice Note 🤍
Part 3 (Final Part)

Days turned into weeks.

This time, Amina didn't wait for Zarah to call.

She checked in.

Sometimes with a message.

Sometimes with a voice note.

Sometimes with just one sentence:

"I'm thinking about you today."

At first, Zarah still struggled.

Some days she disappeared.

Some days she replied with only one word.

But Amina understood something important...

Healing doesn't happen overnight.

One Saturday afternoon, the two friends met at their favorite café.

The same corner they had laughed in countless times before.

Zarah smiled.
A real smile.

The kind that reached her eyes.

"I almost lost this friendship because I thought I had to fight my battles alone," she said softly.

Amina reached across the table and held her hand.

"You were never meant to carry everything by yourself."

Zarah nodded, tears filling her eyes.

"Thank you for not giving up on me."

Amina smiled.

"That's what love does. It stays."

As they left the café, Amina looked up at the sky and smiled.

Sometimes, the bravest thing a person can do isn't pretending to be strong.

Sometimes...

It's saying,

"I'm not okay."

And sometimes, the greatest gift you can give someone is simply reminding them...

"You don't have to face it alone." 🤍

The End.🌷
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03/07/2026

The Unsent Voice Note 🎧🤍

Part 2

Amina gripped the phone tightly.

“Zarah… what happened?”

On the other end, all she could hear was Zarah’s shaky breathing.

Then finally, Zarah spoke.

“I didn’t know how to tell you.”

Amina’s heart was pounding.

Tell her what?

Zarah continued, her voice breaking.

“For months now… I’ve been struggling.”

Amina stayed quiet, listening.

“I smile. I laugh. I talk like everything is fine…”

She paused.

“But I’m not okay, Amina.”

Silence.

Heavy silence.

Amina felt her chest tighten.

Zarah continued.

“I’ve been carrying so much alone. Some days I wake up and I feel so exhausted… not physically… just tired in my heart.”

Amina’s eyes filled with tears.

All this time…

She thought Zarah was being distant because of something she did.

Meanwhile, her friend had been silently fighting battles she knew nothing about.

Zarah sniffed.

“I started pulling away from everyone… including you.”

Amina wiped her tears.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Zarah laughed sadly.

“Because I didn’t want to be a burden.”

Amina closed her eyes.

How many people suffer in silence because they’re afraid of becoming a burden?

Softly, she said,

“Zarah… listen to me.”

Silence.

“You are not a burden.”

Zarah broke down again.

Amina continued, her own voice shaking.

“You don’t have to carry everything alone. Not with me.”

For the first time in days, Amina understood.

This wasn’t about anger. This wasn’t about distance.

This was pain.

Quiet pain.

Hidden pain.

The kind many people carry behind forced smiles and normal conversations.

That night, Amina stayed on the phone with Zarah for hours.

Sometimes talking. Sometimes crying. Sometimes just sitting in silence.

And somehow…

That silence no longer felt heavy.

It felt safe.

To be continued… 🤍

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02/07/2026

The Unsent Voice Note 🎧🤍

Amina stared at her phone for the fifth time that evening.

The voice note was ready.

2 minutes, 17 seconds.

All she had to do was press send.

Simple.

But her thumb refused to move.

She sighed and dropped the phone on the bed.

For three days now, her best friend, Zarah, had been acting strange.

Cold replies. Dry messages. No calls.

Something was clearly wrong.

Amina hated tension.

Especially with people she loved.

So she recorded a voice note.

Not angry. Not defensive.

Just honest.

She picked up her phone again and pressed play.

Her own voice filled the room.

> “Zarah… I don’t know if I did something wrong, but I can feel this distance between us. And honestly, it hurts…”

Amina paused it.

Her chest felt heavy.

Friendship heartbreak was rarely talked about.

But sometimes it hurt just as much.

She and Zarah had been through everything together.

Late-night talks. Shared secrets. Endless laughter.

So this sudden distance felt painful.

Amina whispered to herself, “Should I send it?”

Before she could decide, her phone buzzed.

Message from Zarah.

Amina’s heart skipped.

She opened it immediately.

The message was short.

> “Can I call you?”

Her heartbeat quickened.

She typed.

> “Yes.”

Seconds later, the phone rang.

Amina answered.

Silence.

Then…

Zarah spoke.

Her voice was shaky.

“Amina…”

Amina sat up.

Something was wrong.

Then she heard it.

Zarah was crying.

Not normal crying.

Deep, painful crying.

Amina’s heart dropped.

“Amina… I’ve been trying to act strong, but I can’t anymore…”

Amina gripped the phone tightly.

“Zarah… what happened?”

The next words made her freeze.

> “I’ve been carrying something alone for months.”

To be continued… 🌷

Ending:

> Should I post Part 2? 👀🤍

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03/04/2026

Title: The Secret My Best Friend Was Hiding (Part 2)

For a moment, I couldn’t speak.

I just stood there, staring at both of them, waiting for someone to explain what was going on.

But neither of them said anything.

The silence was heavy… uncomfortable… painful.

“Say something!” I finally shouted.

My voice was shaking.

My best friend looked at me with tears already forming in her eyes.

“It’s not what you think,” she said.

I almost laughed.

Because isn’t that what people always say when they are caught?

“Then explain it to me,” I replied.

My boyfriend ran his hand through his hair nervously.

“I was going to tell you,” he said.

“When?” I asked. “After how long?”

No answer.

That was when my best friend took a deep breath and said,

“I knew him before you did.”

Those words hit me like a slap.

“What do you mean?” I asked slowly.

She looked down, unable to meet my eyes.

“He’s not just your boyfriend…”

My heart started racing.

“He’s… my ex.”

Everything around me suddenly felt unreal.

I turned to him, hoping he would deny it.

But he didn’t.

He just stood there quietly.

And that silence told me everything.

Anger, pain, and confusion rushed through me all at once.

“Both of you knew this?” I asked.

Neither of them answered immediately.

Which meant yes.

They both knew.

And they both kept it from me.

Tears filled my eyes, but I refused to let them fall.

“For how long?” I asked.

My best friend’s voice was barely above a whisper.

“From the beginning.”

That was the moment my heart broke completely.

Not because of love…

But because of betrayal.

“You watched me fall in love with him,” I said, my voice cracking.

“And you said nothing?”

She started crying.

“I didn’t know how to tell you… I was scared of losing you.”

I shook my head slowly.

“But you still chose to lie to me.”

Before she could respond, my boyfriend spoke again.

“It’s not that simple,” he said.

I turned to him angrily.

“Oh really? Then explain it!”

He hesitated for a moment… like he was deciding whether to say something or keep it hidden.

Then he finally said something that made everything even worse.

“We didn’t just date…”

My heart sank.

“What do you mean?”

He looked at me with guilt written all over his face.

Then he said quietly,

“We were engaged.”

My breath caught in my throat.

I turned slowly to my best friend, hoping she would deny it.

But the tears on her face said it all.

And in that moment, I realized something even more painful than the truth itself…

This wasn’t just a coincidence.

This was a secret they both chose to keep.

And just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse…

My best friend said something that completely shattered me.

“There’s still something you don’t know.”

I froze.

Because at that moment, I wasn’t sure I was ready to hear anything else.

But deep down…

I knew the worst was still coming

26/03/2026

Life has been heavy lately, but I’m learning to take one moment at a time. Through fear, worry, and exhaustion, I’ve realized that my peace matters most. I’ve chosen to let go of hurt, to stay calm when everything feels overwhelming, and to hold onto gratitude for the blessings I still have.
Sometimes, life tests us, but even in the hardest moments, there is strength, there is love, and there is hope. Today, I choose to breathe, to rest, and to trust that brighter moments are coming.

16/03/2026

Title: The Secret My Best Friend Was Hiding

If someone had told me that my best friend would one day break my heart, I would have laughed.

Because she was more than a friend to me.

She was like a sister.

We met in school years ago and became inseparable. We shared everything — secrets, dreams, problems, even clothes sometimes.

People used to joke that if you saw one of us, the other one would not be far away.

That was how close we were.

When I met the man I eventually fell in love with, she was the first person I told.

“I think I like him,” I said shyly one evening while we were chatting.

She laughed and said, “Finally! I was wondering when you would fall in love.”

At first, everything felt perfect.

He was kind, caring, and always made time for me. My friend even said she liked him for me.

“You two look good together,” she once said with a smile.

Months passed, and my feelings for him grew stronger.

I started imagining a future with him.

But slowly, something strange started happening.

Sometimes when I called him, his phone would be busy for a long time.

Sometimes he would disappear for hours and come back with strange excuses.

At first, I ignored it.

Nobody is perfect, right?

But one evening, something happened that changed everything.

I went to visit my best friend without telling her first.

When I arrived at her house, the door was slightly open.

I was about to knock when I heard voices inside.

A man’s voice.

My heart skipped.

Because the voice sounded very familiar.

Slowly, I pushed the door open.

And what I saw in that moment made my whole body freeze.

My boyfriend…

was sitting in my best friend’s living room.

They both turned and looked at me at the same time.

The room became completely silent.

My friend looked shocked.

My boyfriend looked even more nervous.

I was about to ask the question that was burning inside my chest…

when my best friend suddenly spoke.

And the words that came out of her mouth were the last thing I expected to hear.

She looked at me and said,

“I was going to tell you the truth soon… but I didn’t know how.”

My heart started pounding.

“What truth?” I asked.

Then my boyfriend slowly stood up and said something that made the ground beneath me feel like it disappeared.

“I didn’t plan for you to find out this way.”

Find out what?

That was the question echoing loudly in my head.

And in that moment I realized something terrifying…

The two people I trusted the most in this world…

were hiding the same secret from me.

15/03/2026

Title: The Voice I Was Never Supposed to Hear (Part 2)

For a moment, I couldn’t move.
The man standing at the café entrance looked around the room slowly… like he was searching for someone.
My heart was beating so fast I could barely breathe.
Because I recognized him.
Not just a little.
I knew him.
Very well.

He was the same man my older sister once warned me about years ago.
Back then, she told me something strange about him.
“Stay away from that man,” she had said seriously.
“He brings trouble wherever he goes.”
At the time, I didn’t even understand what she meant.

We were not close then. He was just someone I had seen once or twice in passing.

But now…
Now he was the mysterious voice I had been speaking to every day for months.

My hands were shaking as I slowly stood up.

At that same moment, his eyes met mine.

And the look on his face told me something shocking.
He recognized me too.

For a few seconds, neither of us spoke.
Then he slowly walked toward my table.
My phone was still pressed against my ear.

“I guess…” he said softly, “now you know why I didn’t want you to see me yet.”

I ended the call and stared at him.

“You knew who I was this whole time?” I asked.
He nodded slowly.
“Yes.”

Anger rushed through my chest.
“Then why did you hide it from me?”

He sat down across from me, looking more nervous than I had ever heard him sound on the phone.

“Because if I told you the truth from the beginning…” he said quietly, “you would have stopped talking to me.”

I wanted to deny it.
But deep down, I knew he was right.
Then I asked the question that had been bothering me for months.

“Why did you call me that day in the first place?”
He looked at me with a strange expression.
Something between guilt and sadness.

And then he said something I never expected to hear.
“That call… wasn’t a mistake.”

My heart skipped.
“What do you mean?”

He leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice.
“I’ve been trying to reach you for years.”
The words didn’t make sense.

“Why?”

For a moment, he looked like someone struggling with a heavy secret.

Then he finally spoke.
“Because your family never told you the truth about what really happened that night.”

A cold feeling ran through my body.
“What night?” I whispered.

He looked straight into my eyes and said quietly,
“The night your brother died.”

And suddenly, everything around me felt like it was spinning.
Because the man sitting in front of me…
was the same man everyone blamed for my brother’s death.

14/03/2026

Title: The Voice I Was Never Supposed to Hear
It started with a wrong number.

One evening, my phone rang from a number I didn’t recognize. I almost ignored it, but something made me pick up.

“Hello?” I said.

There was silence for a few seconds.
Then a deep voice replied, “I’m sorry… I think I dialed the wrong number.”

I was about to hang up when he suddenly said, “Wait… before you go, can I ask you something?”
I don’t know why, but I stayed.

“What is it?” I asked.
He laughed softly and said, “You sound like someone who has had a long day.”

That surprised me.
Because he was right.

That day had been one of the hardest days of my life, yet somehow a complete stranger could hear it in my voice.
We talked for a few minutes that night.
Then minutes turned into an hour.
By the time the call ended, it didn’t feel like I had spoken to a stranger.

The next day, he called again.
“Wrong number again?” I joked.
“No,” he said. “Right number this time.”
That was how it started.

Calls became a daily thing.
Sometimes we talked about life.
Sometimes we argued about silly things.
Sometimes we stayed on the phone without saying anything, just enjoying the silence.

But there was one strange thing about him.
Every time I asked about his life, he would change the topic.
“Tell me about you instead,” he would say.
At first I didn’t think much about it.
Maybe he was just a private person.

Months passed, and somehow this man who started as a wrong number became the person I spoke to the most.
One night, after a long conversation, he suddenly asked me a question.

“Have you ever loved someone so much that losing them would destroy you?”

His question felt heavy.

“Yes,” I replied quietly.
There was silence on the phone for a long time.
Then he said something that made my heart skip.
“I think I’m starting to feel that way about you.”
My chest tightened.

Because the truth was… I felt the same.
We finally decided it was time to meet.
After months of calls and messages, I was excited but also nervous.

What if he wasn’t the same person in real life?
The day finally came.
He told me to meet him at a small café.
I arrived early and sat there waiting.
Minutes passed.

Then suddenly my phone rang.
It was him.
“I’m here,” he said.
I looked around the café but didn’t see anyone who looked like they were looking for me.

“Where are you?” I asked.
Then his voice became quiet.
“I need to tell you something before you see me.”
My heart started beating faster.

“What is it?”

There was a long pause.
Then he said the words that made my blood run cold.
“You know the man you’re about to meet today…”
“Yes?” I said nervously.

He took a deep breath and said,
“He’s the same man your family warned you about years ago.”
At that moment, the café door opened.

And when I looked up to see who just walked in…
my heart nearly stopped.

Because the man standing there…
was someone I already knew.

To be continued tomorrow

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