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ter graduation - a space between endings and be

, that fear came

were taken. Laughter filled the air like sunlight. But when the applause fa

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ght of national duty, unfamiliar

l, for weeks, the answer was silence. Friends around her began to move on, called to serve in Lago

, her phone buzzed with a me

g is out. Chec

n. The site loaded slowly, as if it too

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wn herself - not because it was near, but because she had heard good things from a corp member w

up letter carefully, as thou

llah," she

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traveling long hours across flat roads and cities that blurred together behind dusty glass windows. The endless

ing the scent of distant markets and street food. At the bustling motor park, she spotted a familiar figure waiting - Abdulfatah, her propose

le and warm. He took her bag with care and led her throug

y tonight," he said softl

showed her to a private room where she could rest, pray, and unpack the precious belongings she had carried from Ilorin -

lights of Kano twinkling like distant stars. Inside, a

e journey, that evening brought a small opening. Ab

confessed loudly, then laughed softly, breaking

e the courage to respond fully, the future still too uncertain and vast. But deep i

e requested for her passport - a vital document she would need to upload on the NYSC portal to complete her reg

need to print the papers when she gets in if ne

of it for m

hey meet again was the last thi

e edges of her journal. The night stretched long and full of sile

-

olden, spilling light over rooftop

ple kindness that warmed her more than she expected. Th

streets toward the park where buses and

atah spoke warmly. "May this journey

g, the familiar weight grounding

d to leave but paused

ney. I wil

tepped onto the bus, filling the spac

for hours - winding roads, dusty horizons, and

breathing in deep. She folded away her fears and doubts like

tain. The life waiting f

e was