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Stranger In Lagos #1

Hi everyone! Today, we kick off with Stranger In Lagos as we come to the end of Dear High Mistress. DHM will resume in two weeks with the final episodes. To keep up with Stranger In Lagos, ensure that you are subscribed to this blog. Follow Moskedapages on Facebook and on Twitter as @moskedapages. Don’t forget to share each episode on your social media platforms. And lastly, please drop a comment. I need your feedback, always. It never gets old. It’s what gives me joy coming back here over and over. For members, Biyankavitch begins in March. Keep your fingers crossed. I will be giving free access to two of my Ghanaian fans. Not today, though. Anyways, fam, enjoy this first episode and tell me what you think about it. Stranger In Lagos is a ride you don’t want to miss. ENIOLA I hate Lagos. It is the city of…

Dear High Mistress #20

This episode is dedicated to Bimbo. Keep shining babe 😘 Dapo couldn’t keep his legs still in Toni’s living room. He paced around, almost as if to a beat no one could hear. Now and then, Toni would lift her head from her laptop and peek out, especially when he slowed to give his phone his attention. “She’s not answering her calls, she’s not in the office, she’s not at church, she’s not with any of her other friends… Where is she?” “Relax, baby boy. Your girl is fine. She’ll come home. If not tonight, then tomorrow.” It was the second time Dapo was hearing those words, but he gave Toni the same expression he gave her the first time she uttered them. It was a downward tilt of his head at her as if she was some little child that had uttered a cuss word at an adult. Just…

Dear High Mistress #19

“Is it just me or that was pretty intense?” Salma, face buried in a pillow, laughed. “What’s funny?” She lifted her head and angled it in Raji’s direction. “You were trying hard not to cum.” “Considering the first session in the parlor didn’t last two minutes, I’d say I tried in this one nau.” “Give or take, five minutes. I’ll give you a poor three over ten.” “Three? All that banging and pounding for a measly three?” “Well, I didn’t cum.” Raji stared down at his penis. “You betrayed me, boy.” Salma laughed. “I and the little betrayer here need a short break and we’ll be back to the Raji you used to know.” “Don’t sweat it, player.” Salma lifted her body to a sitting position. “Shit happens.” “Shit doesn’t happen to me. You know that. I’ve just been off duty for a very long time.” “Story.” “I’m serious. There’s…

Dear High Mistress #18

When Andre opened his eyes, following a five-hour slumber, he found Toni awake. She was seated at the edge of the bed, applying lotion on her thighs. He cast his eyes on a window and saw that it was still dark outside. He raised his torso while letting out a yawn. Toni stopped and angled her neck in his direction. “Did I wake you up?” “No. What time is it?” “Almost five.” “Where are you going?” “Home. I’m taking the kids to school today.” Andre rested his back on the bed. The fragrance of the lotion which reminded him of something orangey or lemony had become part of his daily life over the past few days. Toni, who had suddenly developed irritation for her signature scent, had switched to something milder, buying a whole range of beauty products from Givenchy that worked well for her present condition. So far, she…

Dear High Mistress #17

Toni had become aware of the oldness of her home on the day she and Andre found the perfect house. An estate agent had called Andre the evening before while both of them sat on the floor in his office, trying to figure out what to do with a problematic client whose company was throwing in a good sum into Covet. “Oga Andre, you go like this house. Na wetin madam say she want. Her complete specification.” “Which time you wan come my office tomorrow?” “Anytime, bros. Anytime.” Toni was always fascinated by the fact that Andre spoke Pidgin English better than she did. One couldn’t pick out his French inflection whenever he went all Nigerian. It often left Toni amazed at how much he could be anything he desired, just to get what he wanted. “I hope the house no too cost sha?” Andre asked the agent. “Very affordable.”…

Ongoing Registration To Become A Member On Moskedapages

Happy New Year, fam! And a beautiful morning to you. Remember I told you I’d be adding members to the site who would be able to view certain posts exclusively? Well, I’m keeping my promise already. I have invited the first batch of members and they have registered to become part of Moskedapages. The prerequisite is to simply purchase In The Name Of Papa, either directly from me or on Okadabooks or Amazon or Smashwords. This first batch of members purchased directly from me. I am now calling on those who purchased from Okadabooks or Amazon or Smashwords to send me a screenshot of the book on their app to moskedapages@gmail.com.Once you do, I will send you a secret link to register to become a member. If you bought it directly from me and haven’t received an email inviting you to register, please check your email, especially your spam folder.…

Dear High Mistress #16

It had been his idea to get married somewhere in France. He wanted a quiet ceremony. Toni didn’t mind. Same way she allowed herself get carried along when he suggested that they were to do it immediately. He made the decisions, from what rings they were to wear, to the guests that were to be invited to the wedding and even the vows they were to say to each other. All she had to do was show up at the venue and become his wife. And thus, she was there, freezing badly and wondering why everyone else wasn’t. Her teeth clattered when she tried to smile up at Andre. The priest was speaking in French, a language she understood, but for some reason, she couldn’t pick a word he was saying. Everyone else did, and they were laughing to something he uttered. She tried to laugh along. Her teeth clattered…

Dear High Mistress #15

Sorry for the break in transmission. Busy weekend, plus no light and down with a cold. Finally bought fuel and now we can continue. Merry Christmas, fam. I know it doesn’t feel like Christmas for many of us, but hey, we’re still here. So enjoy the holiday as best as you can. This is dedicated to Uche Okolo. Happy birthday. Update on Stranger In Lagos… Don’t blame me, blame Okadabooks. We all await the launch of their new website. “I’ve told you to stop coming here, and stop bringing food to me as well. I’m fine, Salma.” Salma bit her lip. It was hard not to break down at the sight of Maliq. Standing behind the enquiries counter at the police station where he was held, he was all bruised and messed up from the famous brutality of the police. He could barely look at her as both eyes were…

Dear High Mistress #14

Hi Fam! I just want to drop a quick one about membership on moskedapages because I have been getting a lot of emails. If you have purchased In The Name Of Papa on Okadabooks, all I need is a screenshot from you when the time arrives. Please, don’t send in anything now. I’ll ask for it in the near future to be able to send you an invite. For those of you who have purchased from me, I will send you an invite as well. Please, enjoy today’s episode They watched her like she was a fragile experiment waiting to fall apart, set in a glass box. Concern lined their faces, whispers escaped their lips as they deliberated on her situation. “I think she needs a child psychologist.” “Child psychologist keh. Please, it’s just a phase. It’ll pass.” “Phase that we wouldn’t have to go through if the judge had…

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