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Stranger in Lagos #11

YEMI “Halim, I think it’s time you found somewhere else to stay.” That was how I broke the news to her. Seated in the dark, with the brightness from the flashlight illuminating our faces, she had looked at me curiously when I let out those words. Her plain expression banished and its place, a look of confusion came on. “I don’t understand,” she muttered. “Is it because I talk too much?” “No.” “Or because I don’t wash the dishes immediately? It’s a bad habit and I promise to stop. Or…is it because I walk around in just bra and panties? Talk to me, Yemi. What have I done wrong? I thought we agreed that I’d stay. What happened?” I rise up from the table and do a short walk, back and forth. “Yemi?” “Halim,” I stop,” I like you. You asked me the other time if I had feelings for…

Stranger In Lagos #10

YEMI I don’t take afternoon naps. They give me all sorts of weird dreams. I always wake up sapped and cranky. I prefer morning naps. I’d stay awake all night, working, and then I go for a run by 5 a.m., come back and have breakfast, and finally crash until 2 p.m. My normal daily routine. But a client’s job keeps me awake all night, eating into my morning routine until 12 noon. Exhausted, I throw myself on my bed and pass out. Of course, I fall into one of those random dreams. And it makes no sense to me while I’m dreaming it. When I wake up some minutes after 6 p.m., all of it disappears from memory. I can literally see it vanish from my head as I try to put the pieces together. I go for a shower and cook myself a meal. It isn’t until after…

Stranger In Lagos #9

YEMI If you want something done, you have to do it yourself. Or so they say. It simply means you should handle your own mess. And nobody knows how to get into a messy situation like I do. Handling it, on the other hand, is a tale for another day. Falling in love with another female after being badly burnt by my ex is going to be chaos. If I had known Halim would be this much distraction for me, I would have turned her away the moment she showed up at my door. I can’t spend four years cleansing myself of my past, just to jump back into a similar situation. I just can’t. I skip breakfast this morning, which is something I don’t do. Who eats when they want to carry out a seemingly heartless act? I feel the horns growing out of my head as I think…

Elsie Godwin Launches Her Book Titled Oya Start Blogging

Popular Relationship Blogger, Elsie Godwin launches her book titled; Oya Start Blogging in Lagos, Nigeria. The book which teaches both the young and old about the intricacies of blogging and how to go into it has eight chapters of insightful wisdom and knowledge which are timely and quite contemporary. In her words, “the aim of writing this book is to get more people blogging beyond the bounds of mere gossip. I want them to embrace blogging as a tool for change.” “There is a great need to pass on this knowledge about the blogosphere especially where there are lots of heresies about blogging from several quarters.” Elsie who has won several awards globally was featured in the Top 20 Relationship Blogs across the globe in 2017.  Oya Start Blogging is a carefully crafted body of  work by Elsie Godwin, detailed and rich with information that are positioned not…

Biyankavitch #4

Muna snuck into the Bahago house a little past 4 a.m., after her fifth can of beer began to taste like piss. She wasn’t a drunk, but sometimes she found solace in a can or two. Tonight, she had needed more, looking for that usual relief, but the beer left her empty and sore, and with recollections of what she had done to Archie. Also recollections of her actions after she left his place. She had driven to see her ex who had pinned her to the wall, spread her legs apart as he nailed her while choking her. The sex had given her temporary relief, especially at the point when she almost passed out while at the peak of her orgasm. Afterwards, the emptiness returned. Thoughts of losing Archie for good left her scared. She was more afraid of the shame she was going to face if he pushed…

Stranger In Lagos #8

HALIM Yemi is having himself a merry little Christmas today. The classic Frank Sinatra piece invades my privacy and drags me out to the living room. Christmas is a month away, but not for Yemi who began playing yuletide music from the night before. He also seems to be in a good mood as I find the living room spotless. The bachelor space with its blue-themed décor and wall-to-wall shelves lined with books is not something I’d exactly call modish. It gives more of a laidback vibe, much like Yemi himself. He emerges from the kitchen, bare-chested, his lower body clad in jeans. “She finally wakes up from her hibernation. I thought you’d be sleeping in all year.” “Good morning.” “Actually, good afternoon.” He wipes wet hands on a napkin he’s holding. “I’m about to have lunch. You want some?” “No, thanks.” “Halim…” More wiping of hands on the towel.…

Stranger In Lagos #7

EBEN There’s a meeting going on. Accumulated exhaustion saturates the conference room. Fridays are not good days for this sort of solemnity, yet I have stubbornly called for a meeting. Everyone is hating me right now. I’m hating myself too, but the feeling comes and goes. Halim takes center stage in my head. I can’t seem to concentrate on anything extra. I’m staring in listlessness, waiting for some miracle, waiting for Halim to call me. When my phone rings, I startle up but fall back to my chair when I see Eniola’s name on my screen. The phone rings on. It’s loud. Everyone is staring. I don’t care. Halim… I saw her at Berger yesterday, but I didn’t know it was her until I had driven a far distance. My mind had been on other matters as my car whizzed past a bus stop on which yellow buses hung about…

Biyankavitch #3

Tanko’s shocking return had awakened the entire Bahago family. They had gathered around him like he was the eighth wonder of the world. This was a man that had disappeared and had been buried; five years he was gone, but here he sat amongst them, in flesh and blood. He was not the Tanko they knew, but he was the son and brother they had lost. For Tsakani, he was unreal. This had to be his twin. Someone was screwing with her head. If she could have fainted a second time, she would have, and maybe awoken to find it was all a dream; but not to see his face searching hers curiously as he had done. But all she could do was take in every detail about him she could absorb, starting from his head to his feet, and then she would stop and shiver. If he looked at…

Stranger In Lagos #6

HALIM I am running away. It’s the cowardly thing to do but I can’t stand one more second in this city. Sitting in the backseat of my favorite cab, I give my house one last look before we zoom out of the quiet neighborhood that has been home to me for years. There is a note for Aunty Ada on my bed, and right beside it is another for Eben. I have also left my engagement ring behind. Last night, Eben visited, despite me making it clear that I didn’t want to see him. He came to plead with me to try another hospital; this time, in Lagos. Aunty Ada agreed with him. They believed there was a mistake somewhere. I gave them no answer. I think it’s insensitive of them to try to put me through hell the third time. I’m falling apart as it is. I can’t even…

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