Dear High Mistress

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.”…

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…

Dear High Mistress #13

10:26 p.m. Folarin was staring at the time on his wristwatch and thinking to himself that his hand needed some moisturizer. He was also having that feeling he normally got when he was in the mood to have another tattoo done. He rebuked the urge and at the same time tried to banish the memories of the past few hours. The evening had been a long one, filled with anger, tears, hurtful words, and shame. But Folarin had managed through it with a smile. He had just seen Cyrus to his car, having done his best to calm him over Cyrus Junior’s latest act of impregnating his girlfriend. “You guys shouldn’t have let him have that apartment and that car. I know that boy’s medicine. Too much independence is going to destroy him.” “Nobody is getting destroyed, Cyrus.” Folarin was almost giving up. Cyrus was most times unnecessarily difficult on…

Dear High Mistress Christmas Marathon 😄

Dear moskedapages family, You know I’ll never leave nor forsake thee. I’d have posted a couple of episodes over the past weeks but the muses have been kind to me, so I said, why not splurge? So, starting on Thursday, your Christmas marathon begins. For those asking about membership, buy a copy of In The Name Of Papa either on okadabooks or send a message to me via moskedapages@gmail.com. The book gives you express access to membership which would commence in January. Enjoy your weekend darlings

Dear High Mistress #12

This is a bonus for the public holiday. Enjoy! “I don’t want to go with her.” Toni’s lips pressed together in a silent sigh. She had this overwhelming fatigue she couldn’t do away with. Duke woke up with a fever and Ruby with a mood. Both of them were to spend the weekend with Nkechi as directed by the court. Toni had won full custody while Nkechi was given visitation rights. She was allowed one weekend with the children in a month and also one of the holidays in the year. The judge’s final decision hadn’t gone well with her, but so far she was being mature about it. She wasn’t the only one upset over the new turn events. Ruby had fostered a temper since Toni broke the news to her. “Ruby, baby…” Toni sat on a kitchen stool beside her. She was engaged in her favorite pastime of…

Dear High Mistress #11

I apologize for this coming today. Network issues 😔 Read the previous episode of Dear High Mistress   On the night that Folarin’s mother passed away, he was with her. None of the family members were present. He had asked them all to go home. Nobody sensed what was about to happen. The old woman seemed in good spirits. The doctors said she was leaving the next day. The brain hemorrhage that had caused her to pass out in her bathroom and landed her in the hosa month ago was now managed and she was good to go. Everyone expected her back home and in good health. They had all missed her; everyone except Folarin who stood staring at her while she slept. And as if she sensed it, she opened her eyes and asked why he was standing by the window. Normally he would sit beside her and watch…

DHM #11

I’m so sorry, fam. There’s no Dear High Mistress today. I have started writing again but I need just one more week to get back on my feet fully. Hence, we resume next Saturday. Before that, I’ll be introducing you to a new series by a guest blogger. Do expect it soon. Today, I am bringing you yet another excerpt from Stranger In Lagos. As I once told you, this story is connected to In The Name Of Papa and Love, Your Enemy. Yes, Love Your Enemy is making a comeback as the sequel to In The Name Of Papa, so if you have read ITNOP, you’ll be amongst the select group of people that will have access to LYE. It isn’t going to be for everyone. We’ll be starting that in January and it would be exclusive to people who would be members on this blog. If you have…

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