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DetailsPhilip Ezeani, a middle-aged single Christian finds himself in a roller coaster, undefined relationship with an unintended live-in lover, Zainab Audu Garba. His life is further complicated by the myriad of women in his past and present who have taken up various positions in his heart, unknown to them and often unclear to him. Philip finds himself unable to control himself and finally discovers that his life has not been hijacked by external forces but by something living inside him. Based on a true story, Entangled tells explores the concepts of sin and forgiveness, sonship and slavery, lust and love. A young man finds himself failing over and over because he has failed to accurately analyze his true strengths and weaknesses. He fails because he has not taken time to be honest with himself. The filth hidden within his heart is suddenly exposed, embarrassing him, trapping him, enslaving him. He has judged others without first judging himself, oblivious of what he was capable of until he was exposed to the right (or wrong) set of circumstances.__________________________________________________________Good to see you too… “, Philip responded after a short lag. Zainab leaned back and smiled again. It could have disarmed a Russian soldier. Philip glanced at the yellow handbag dangling from her left arm while looking for something else to focus on asides Zainab’s face. She broke the brief silence.“Please come help me with my big box”“OK”Her hand slithered down his upper arm and back to her hand luggage as they both went back to the ninety-seater luxury bus. It was rowdy. Passengers were clamouring for their luggage while the bus conductors did their best to help maintain sanity. Zainab stayed an inch behind Philip pointing out her huge brown leather bag. It was out in a few minutes after just a little pushing and shoving and both walked side by side out of the park to the busy highway where Philip had parked on the covert. The ride was very chatty. One chatty lady with one responsive man creates a chatty ride in a brand-new city. Much of the conversation was about her experience with the trip and her questions about Ghana. “… I hate sitting for long…”“Thank God you made it then. It’s not a problem for us…”“Us?”“When I was you we used to go home every Christmas like most Igbos. The bus ride is about ten hours…”...Zainab stepped in the living room. She looked clean, no makeup and no film of sweat. She wore a short nightie and had her hair bound in a scarf. She threw herself on the couch and turned her head towards the television muttering, "You are still on the phone". Philip glanced at her."OK o," Lara concluded, "I just thought to say hello sha. Take care of yourself. Have a good night's rest alone in your big house... Olowo""Ha Ha. Alright. Thanks a lot"Was that a lie? Not telling her that he was not alone? Was he supposed to correct her and say he was not alone? Philip was not so sure about that but his own conscience and the Silent Whisper told him something was wrong with this night. Amara's call was a wakeup call."Come and sit with me" called Zainab. Philip hesitated."Let me have a bath""OK"He recognized this variant of Zainab's voice. The soft, mellow variant. It was like cold water wetting his heart, a song inviting him closer, a silver cord that connected them both. She wanted him, and he wanted her but neither would speak about it. The body language was enough said. The bathroom was turbulent. The turbulence was not in the water rushing from his shower. It was not in the gentle breeze troubling the grass behind his bathroom window. The turbulence was inside him. Thoughts rushed through his mind, restlessness raged in his soul...