Olajumoke Omisore

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Olajumoke Omisore lives in Lancashire. She grew up in London and Abeokuta.

Her writing has appeared in The Kalahari Review, African Writer, Naija Stories, Tales

from the Other Side anthology, TNC and elsewhere. Her flash story, Ochuga’s Girl

was longlisted for the Minority Contest.

You can read her other series Playing the Game and Losing Hope on Aideyarn.com

Girls #4

Read Previous Episodes Of Girls Tony nearly dropped his coffee mug when the new school office assistant told him Jackie was at the school to see him. He hurried to the main office, questions running through his head. He thought he didn’t have to worry about Sunday anymore. One hand in her hair, tears spouting from her eyes like rain, she begged him not to tell anyone about what she said. His mother arrived and he drove her home, the hug she asked for, completely forgotten. Now she was in a tight-fitting dress. Hair straightened and down. Heels as high as tower blocks, holding a box of chocolates. “What are you doing here? Is everything okay?” “Morning Tony.” Jackie smiled. “What are you doing here?” There were a few sets of eyes on them. One belonging to Ahmed, his friend. The others were teachers that respected him. Yet, he knew…

Girls #3

Read Previous Episodes Of Girls Tony spent all day with Kenny and Jackie on Saturday. Visit to the London Eye. Walking the grounds around Big Ben, the Palace of Westminster and shelling out for extra size of whatever snack Kenny pointed at for Jackie. When he saw them come out together on Sunday after the church service, he sighed.       “Calm down, lover boy.” His mum was reapplying her lipstick. Sat beside him in tight fitting pants, big earrings and short hair, this was one of those days where she looked around the same age as him. One of his students had asked him one day if she was his sister when she brought him his gym back to the school.   The age gap had not always worked for them. At secondary school he was often embarrassed walking with her. She was in her twenties, wore shorts during summer and…

Girls #2

Read episode one of Olajumoke Omisore’s Girls “Did Tony hurt you?” Her uncle asked. His voice faltered as he said hurt.    Tony was waiting outside. Her uncle had asked him to wait outside after those incriminating words came out of her mouth.       “Pastor… Daddy.” Tony’s eyes were on her uncle but after she said what she said, he had glared at her as if she was someone else. Someone dangerous. “Get out,” her uncle had growled. “Right now, Anthony.” At that moment, she knew he would throw Tony out if he had to. If Tony didn’t run out. His tone, bearing and clenched fists took her to the evening when her eloquent uncle gabbled on like someone who didn’t know how to form sentences. Like someone whose brain had suddenly decided to stop working. Several years ago, it happened. He stammered. Swore to kill Uncle Kola with the wood…

Girls #1

Staring at his fiancée’s damp face, he realised what had woken him. He shifted towards her   and held her close. Kenny quivered in his arms.                    “Was it another nightmare?”   She nodded and shut her eyes. “What happened this time?” “Nothing much.” “Something happened,” Tony said. “Your nightie is damp and you won’t stop shaking. It was no ordinary dream.” “Go back to sleep.” She turned her back to him and curled up like a baby in its mother’s womb. His hand was on her waist. No longer around it, holding her. She had expertly squirmed away without him noticing. “I only want you to confide in me.” He was tired of asking questions that resulted in more questions in his head. He knew it was a man haunting her dreams. A relative. She said his name once in her sleep. One Friday night. Uncle Kola. Her tone held…

Naija Heels On Cobbled Streets – The Final Part

Many thanks to the Moskeedapages family. Thanks for all your comments. You totally rock. And to the Queen herself, Sally, thanks for having me on here. You inspire me.                                                                                          *** Andrew was standing between her and her front door. He had stopped walking towards her. But the look on his face wasn’t the friendly one that she’d come to expect from him. Sade knew she needed to stay calm. But inside, her heart was doing somersaults. It didn’t help that the pain ravaging her back had started to spread to her inner thighs. “I know you love Niyi,” she started, supporting her baby-bump with one hand. “He cares about you…” “Liar,” Andrew screamed. “He used me.” “He is your friend.” “He knew I liked him. I didn’t tell him but he knew. I helped him in Lisbon, amado. I moved my business here for him…” “Why didn’t you…

Naija Heels On Cobbled Streets #11 By Olajumoke Omisore

Sade’s tears gushed like rain after a long drought, refusing to cease until he put his arms around her. “It was my fault those men did what they did to me.” Even though the lights were off, she knew he was avoiding her eyes. He held her head next to his chest. “I was warned off by the son of the Portuguese client I worked for.” He started slowly, letting each word hang in the air as if those words were alien to him. “I had decided to quit escorting but Mama wanted to finish building her house. She needed more money. Femi too. He wanted a new car. He said he needed it to drop you off for lectures. You were struggling with your health…” “So, you went back because of us?” She wiped her face with the back of her hand. “No. No, babe. I went back…

Naija Heels On Cobbled Streets #10 By Olajumoke Omisore

Sade slipped into the shopping centre, her bag in one hand and the other hand pressing her phone to her ear. She knew her smile was too wide but Peju happened to be on the other end and the lady was as vocal as usual. “Why didn’t you tell me he was here?” Peju was asking. “I opened the door to your flat and my brother-in-law was standing right there…starkers. He had nothing on. Sade are you still there? Why didn’t you tell me he was there when I text you to say I was going round to yours? Enh? And why was he walking around your flat naked? The last time we talked you said you haven’t seen him…” “Did you get the atarodo you wanted?” Sade interrupted. “What?” Peju squealed. “You expect me to still go into your kitchen and retrieve what I wanted after seeing Big Bro…

Naija Heels On Cobbled Streets #9 By Olajumoke Omisore

They say adrenaline kicks in when fear confronts one. Yet, the fear weighing her down felt stronger than the steeliness of the strange hands around her. He was a stranger whose scent now invaded her space. She drew breath and decided to fight. A baby had implanted itself inside her. An unexpected miracle. One that ought to be protected. She packed her love for her tiny tot in a wriggle. The stranger anticipated her move as she swung her right leg backwards. He slammed her head against the wall cabinet overhead, releasing her as her legs crumpled under her weight. Sade felt herself falling. *** “Sade, please wake up, babe.” She could hear a familiar voice urging her to open her eyes but her head hurt so much it ached every time she gulped in air. “I have called 999.The ambulance and police will be here soon.” Another…

Naija Heels On Cobbled Streets #8 By Olajumoke Omisore

Niyi lowered her onto the sofa. He reached for her hand to calm her down and she recoiled, giving him a look he’d seen in her eyes before. A very long time ago. “I grabbed you to stop you,” he rubbed his face. The alcohol in his body had started to take effect. But it was seeing her recoil in fright that thrashed his spirit. “You know me Sade. I would never hurt you. Please, tell me you know that.” “Okay.” Sade said, not daring to move from the corner of the sofa she had wedged herself in. She wanted to say she didn’t know him. Not after the way he lost it in the kitchen. But her lips stayed sealed. Years ago, you beat your father so badly, he needed hospital treatment. Then you made your brother lose his father because Mama chose you over her husband.…

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