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Omoge Campus #8

Read episodes 1 – 7 of Omoge Campus TEMI I was so irritated by the mini accident and I just hoped the careless driver wasn’t coming to ask that I fixed his car. He tapped the window on the driver’s side and Mr. Omoniyi wound down the window. Contrary to what I expected, he promptly apologized, saying that it was the fault of an errant okada rider whom he had swerved to avoid hitting. “Talk to madam for back”, Mr. Omoniyi said. The young chap turned to the side I was seated, I wound down the window and let out a shriek. “issa lie! Yemiiii! I can’t believe it’s you.” By now impatient drivers were honking all around us and Yemi hurriedly told me that he was going into campus to drop off someone. He gestured that we should follow behind him, find somewhere to park…

Girls #12

Thanks to everyone reading and especially those who have been commenting. I’m so sorry that I haven’t been able to respond. Getting time to respond or write these days has been something else. January and February have been so hectic. I will get to the comments, I promise. Thanks for reading and for your patience. Have a fabulous day.        *** “You are Uncle Kola?” John asked. Kenny stayed behind John. Between John and the half-opened door. The firm courage the person at the door was supposed to bring in, missing. She didn’t want John in her home. She didn’t want John looking at Uncle Kola with eyes that told her they knew each other.   “What do you want?” John’s voice was harsh. Unusually harsh. “What do you want here?” Uncle Kola opened his mouth briefly then sat back down. He glared at John. A menacing glare that…

Omoge Campus #7

Read episodes 1- 6 of Omoge Campus TEMI After an hour and a half at the clinic, I left there feeling considerably better. I had filled a form that was basically a questionnaire I guessed was meant to assess my state of mental health. I had another appointment in a week and my therapist urged me to call him the moment I had any issues. While money has never been a problem for me, I was quite surprised when neither the receptionist nor the doctor himself said nothing about my bill. After signing all the necessary paperwork, I bade them both goodbye, promising to call if anything was amiss. After being cooped up in my apartment for days, I had no desire to rush back there so I decided to make a quick stop at home and visit with my family before going back to school. I booked an Uber…

Girls #11

Catch up on Girls HERE Lola tried to heave herself up when she heard her father’s voice. She didn’t want him to see her like that. Her hands were floppy. Weighing heavy beside her. Her father did not find her slumped on the floor alone. Her mother and sister were with him. But it was her father that rushed to her side. The one who called out her name and asked what happened in swiftly spoken Bini. “Is she okay?” Her mother asked. “Does she look okay?” Jackie replied whilst helping their father support Lola into bed. “I’m fine” Lola said quickly. “I think I fainted.” She had tried hard to remember. All she came up with were jumbled memories that would not fit into a coherent whole. She remembered shouting at her husband. She remembered telling him that she was going home to her parents’ and his meekness when…

Memoirs Of A Repentant Escort #19

Read Episodes 1-18 of Memoirs of Repentant Escort I couldn’t bring myself to imagine just for a little bit what Mrs. Coker was probably talking about. For a second, my mind wondered into the possibilities of sexual abuse and molestation but I really didn’t wanna believe it. I thought that was me allowing all the craziness going on in the world right now about sexual abuse to seep through my thoughts. Still, it was still difficult erasing the 75% chance that Amaka could be a victim of sexual violence. I held Mrs. Folake Coker by the arm; I could see tears trying to take formation in her pupils. She didn’t wanna talk no more but I needed more than Amaka’s dad was doing bad things to her. “Was Amaka sexually violated by her father?” I eventually found the courage to ask. She looked away. Her face spoke guilt, shame and…

Omoge Campus #6

Read Previous episodes of Omoge Campus TEMI The office was tucked away in a very posh area of Alagomeji that most people didn’t know about. The building was five stories high and it was obviously an office complex. Omolola Medical Centre was on the first floor so I didn’t need to use the elevator. The inside of clinic itself was a sharp contrast to exterior of the building. Where the building was framed with marble and a lot of shiny glass windows, the clinic was painted in four different colours. For some reason, the colours were soothing and it made the place feel less intimidating. The reception area had a very comfortable looking couch with too many throw pillows and magazines placed on a stool beside it. The place felt warm and even homey. I let out a breath I hadn’t even realized I was holding and went over to…

Girls #10

Kenny clutched her phone in bed. The house was conveniently dark and quiet. She had crawled out of bed only a few times. To empty full bladders and make a cup of tea that she tipped into the sink.   She had not been to work and she could not see herself attending tomorrow either. It had started with his short message that he couldn’t come to her house on Sunday. I will call you tomorrow, he wrote. On Monday at work, she found out he had gone to Coventry. He accused her of revealing his mother’s secrets. Of not wanting to be loved. He didn’t listen to her, talking over her. It ended with her falling to the floor. Her hopes crashing with her. When the tears finally stopped, she called his phone. It had been switched off. Later, a message from him came. She swiped to the…

Omoge Campus #5

Read episodes 1-5 of Omoge Campus NKAY I was halfway to my destination when I realized I couldn’t show up the way I was looking. I looked awful with my scandalously short dress and scattered hair and even worse, I had no shoes on. I thought fast and came up with a solution. One of the many perks of being an ‘it’ babe in UNILAG was that a LOT of people wanted to be friends with me, they sucked up to me in the hopes that I’d introduce them to the happening crew. Another perk was that a lot of people owed me favours, and I was about to collect one now. I gave the driver new directions, made a phone call and we arrived at my new destination in five minutes. I called to let Joy know I was outside and she came to open the door to let…

Memoirs Of A Repentant Escort #18

Catch up on Memoirs of a Repentant Escort The idea of Amaka walking away out of the house had left me so devastated that I couldn’t remember that I had obliged Jide’s request to pass the night in the bid to make me feel better. I didn’t know when I smacked Jide as I woke up, saw my hands all curled up against his body. He rolled and moves the back of his hand against his face making some sweet little sound like a beautiful puppy. I wasn’t gonna have none of that. I smacked him again. I guessed this time it was probably intentional. “Hey babe, what?” He asked all jerked up. “Look at the time!” I screamed pointing my hand at the wall clock in the room. “Is that your way of saying good morning?” He replied all smiling like an annoying sister enjoying bullying. “What does that…

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