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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 — 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 — 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".

“Good morning, class,” he said.

“Good morning, sir,” the students chorused.

“I’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 — something she often did without being asked. As she turned to leave, she noticed him still standing by the window.

“You love books?” he asked gently.

She nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“What’s your favorite novel?”

She thought for a moment. “Purple Hibiscus.”

“Chimamanda. Good choice.” He smiled. “You 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 — not yet. But it was the beginning of something real.

Something tender.

Something unforgettable...

To be continued....✍️✍️✍️

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