The Winds of Change

Tamaraumiebi sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the empty pages of with Immaculate felt unbreakable.

his notebook. It had been a few days since he and Immaculate had spoken about their future, and the weight of uncertainty was heavy on his heart. The world around them was full of negativity—family pressures, societal expectations, and the whispers of doubt that circled like vultures. Yet, despite it all, the connection he shared

As thoughts swirled in his mind, he found himself reminiscing about the night they first met. The laughter they shared while stargazing, the way her eyes sparkled like galaxies, and the moments when they talked about dreams and ambitions. Those memories fortified his resolve to fight for their love. Immaculate stood on the balcony of her house, the cool evening breeze ruffling her hair. She gazed out at the cityscape, a mix of anxiety and hope intertwining within her. Her parents had grown more insistent about her focus on her education and her future—dreams she had always shared with Tamaraumiebi. But their fears of her being distracted by love were palpable. "Can't they see?" she muttered to herself. "Tamaraumiebi is my future." With determination, she picked up her phone and sent him a message: *"Meet me at our spot tonight? I need to talk."*