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Eat. Pray. Love. || Three Girls At A Coastal Village Grabbing At Their Desires With No Care.

Leisure And Leisurely-Done Work

There usually is a strong reason. This time there wasn’t, except you consider the need to slide out of a lull and kickstart a new lease of happiness, good enough. These three friends; Ese, Nafisah, Atim, beaming in the perks of remote work, packed their bags on a whim on Sunday afternoon, and fled from Monday, to the old south-south town of Calabar, in search of fresh sparks.

Their choice of location could have easily been another hot holiday spot in Africa, but Cross River State got the consensus vote owing to its proximity, hassle-free features and ties to all three girls. Seeing as it was in Cross River that Ese first learned of the possibilities of our existence, and the civilization advancing over the whole earth; It is in Cross River that the story of Nafisah and the fair boy with arched brows start and end; And it is in Cross River that Atim first opened her eyes, then sprang down the slope of Beecroft, under the protection of the town’s innocence.

All three girls packed their bags with intentions of leisure and leisurely done work, and headed for a Monday they can start with a swim, or a punch. Or a swim, and a punch. None verbalized the other existing strong motives dancing around their minds, but it was kind of understood by design that it was an opportunity for Ese to eat, again, all the native food her tongue had refused to forget; It was Atim’s opportunity to look for herself and reconnect with the signals of her Guide. And the fair boy,…oh, the fair boy with arched brows never left town. He was still fair and unmarried. And Nafisah still loved him.

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