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The Neighbor Next Door (part 2) Deji had just left for work when the doorbell rang. Still in my dressing gown—my old Ankara one with the faded flowers—I padded downstairs and opened the door. There stood Sodiq. “Morning, ma,” he said with a shy smile. “Please, can I borrow some sugar?” I almost laughed at

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Diary Confession 18+: The Neighbour Next Door I had recently been made redundant, and suddenly my days stretched long and empty at home. My husband, Deji, worked late most nights—Lagos traffic didn’t help. Sometimes he’d surprise me with a midday visit, but most days, I was alone. My routine became predictable: sweeping the sitting room,

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