Scholastica

“ So, Kator, ” I said gently, “ just tell me a bit about her. Quest .” He rubbed his palms together. “ She’s a student.” I blinked '' A student?'' “ Yes. Dentistry and Dental Surgery, Ebonyi State University. ” I nodded slowly. Not because it explained everything — but because it explained something. '' so, you entered something serious with someone who's literally buried between preclinicals & clinicals, struggling to survive dental school stress? Probably thinking of surviving tomorrow's test, not some unknown future."   He didn't reply. I wasn’t judging. I just knew what pressure felt like. And sometimes, people don’t walk away from love — they walk away from timing. That was when the professional in me kicked in, I knew I had to speak to her-- not as Kator's friend or ghostwriter, but as someone who understood pressure, detachment, and emotional timing... I needed to hear Quest’s side — not for gossip… for balance. Thats why I'm ...

Nobody calls him by his real name anymore — even he sometimes forgets it. He goes by Kator now. A name his guy gave him after they watched that Nigerian film “A Lagos Love Story.” Mad film, by the way. 10/10 recommend if your heart still beats for woman matter. But this isn't one of those motivational stories where a guy gets heartbroken, starts going to the gym, builds six-packs, and becomes a millionaire in six months. Omo, forget that Instagram nonsense ( you didn't hear that from me) This one is real. This one is Kator’s story. Born and raised in the hood somewhere deep in Delta State. The kind of place where NEPA light is a blessing, and gunshots don’t always mean it's Christmas. Kator is in his early twenties, working a 9–5 in Lagos. Corporate job, yes, but salary? E go shock you. After tax, he dey look his account like, “Is this life or life support?” But he has dreams, real ones......Multiple streams of income, peace of mind, and one day — to be the kind of father ...