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Previous As I walked back to my apartment, the city lights twinkling around me, I couldn't help but replay the evening's events in my mind. Meeting Glory Bugie had been a surreal experience, and I felt a renewed sense of admiration for her. Despite the scandal and the intense scrutiny she was under, she had handled herself with grace and poise. The next morning, I woke up to a flurry of messages from friends and family who had seen the photos I posted on social media. They were all eager to hear about my encounter with Glory Bugie. I spent the day recounting the experience to anyone who would listen, basking in the afterglow of the unforgettable night. A few days later, I received an unexpected message. It was from one of Glory Bugie's team members, thanking me for my support and inviting me to a private listening session for her upcoming album. I could hardly believe my eyes. This was a rare opportunity, and I felt incredibly honored. The listening session was scheduled fo...

The sun was setting over the bustling city of Fortportal, casting a warm orange glow over the streets. I sat in my small apartment, my heart racing with a mix of excitement and anxiety. Today was the day I was finally going to meet Glory Bugie, the famous celebrity whose name had been on everyone's lips for the past few weeks. Her illicit videos had leaked online, causing a scandal that rocked the entertainment industry. Despite the controversy, or perhaps because of it, my admiration for her had only grown. I had been a fan of Glory Bugie for years. Her music, her style, her charisma – everything about her was captivating, but mostly, her killer Nyash. When the news of the leaked videos broke, I felt a strange mix of emotions. I was shocked, of course, but also curious. What was she really like? How was she handling all the attention and scrutiny? As I prepared to leave for the event where I would finally meet her, I couldn't help but feel a knot of nervousness in my stomach. ...

VAMPIRE TALES How I met the most beautiful woman in the world Life was getting hard. I’d given up on ' the library crush' convinced she’s a league beyond, and I was loathing of ' my selfish terrorist neighbour' , losing interest in her, having failed all attempts to plough her again. But my quest to find the love of my life hadn’t died. I still held onto the hope of meeting her someday.  Worse was the state of my pockets, my poor pockets. I was so broke, that I even considered skipping lectures to hustle in town. My necessities were dwindling, and not much use with the gigs and friends for the pandemic had hit us all the same. I contacted my mom, and she promised me some 20K shillings, which I budgeted before it even arrived. I couldn’t afford gas anymore, so I prioritised the cooking kerosene, and vegetables and flour, the balance to settle any abrupt academic necessities. As soon as I received the money, I rushed to buy kerosene, my priority. But to my disappointment...