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Memoirs Of Repentant Escort #17

Read: All Episodes Of Memoirs Of A Repentant Escort Mending fences with Amaka was something I was determined to restore like it used to be but not with force. I was going to make it a one step at a time thing as Jide advised. My day at the Legal Firm had gone well. Not only did I got the job, I had an official car to go with it and a very handsome pay. Who gets an official car in a legal firm in Naija these days? Amaka wasn’t picking up but I had sent her text stating how it all went at my side and trying to find out how it went on her side too. I was so happy to start practicing after so many years of being called to bar. Yes, I had managed at a little firm immediately after Law School but it didn’t last…

Omoge Campus #2

Read Episode #1 of Omoge Campus here I opened my mouth to let out a scream but he covered my mouth with his palm. “If you dare scream, the other boys on this block will just come here to take their turns,” he growled in my ear. “We might even record it. Imagine how much your daddy would pay to bury the video,” he added with a snigger. At the mention of my dad, hot tears burned my eyes and ran down to scald my cheeks. I never would have thought that this was how I’d have my first sexual experience. I resigned myself to fate as he fumbled with his trousers with one hand and held my wrists with the other like an amateur judo player trying to wrestle his opponent. All of a sudden a lightbulb went off in my head and…

Best Man Duty #16

Read Episodes 1 – 15 of Best Man Duty “Dot, we’re at the stage of decision making.  It used to be another set of people, now its a different set entirely” I sighed “Even Farouk, the useless fat headed Farouk, is almost getting married. All we do is get a crush on someone, or have feelings for someone who’s taken, or love someone who is not ready” I sighed again, and turned to my left side to pick my phone from the bed post. “We should do and choose one of these babes. Now Cleo has brought you back in, Lara is staying in touch but Cynthia isn’t never gon’ be our own permanently” I smiled. “You’re crazy man. So she can hold a temporary slot abi? Okay nah, what about Queen o?” “That’s the chief mumu of your harem mister. Has you at her fingertips yet she’s doing like…

Memoirs Of A Repentant Escort #16

The stay at the Jones’ was shortened at the emergence of the real Jide Jones. . . While Chief Jide Jones (Snr.) walked into the living room in his full regalia, everyone greeted him except for Jide who was obviously being eaten up by something inside him and me who had a supposedly weird relationship with my to-be father-in-law. Ever since the first day at the Jones’ house, with Chief Jide Jones making it vehemently clear that he wouldn’t have me as a daughter-in-law, I had decided to step backwards as regards him but I could’t help but be worried for Jide. I didn’t even have enough time to say goodbye to Jide’s mother properly neither did I have a good shot at sighting Sade before I left all thanks to Jide who had become so uncomfortable at the arrival of his dad. “Looks like you guys have forgotten me…

Best Man Duty #15

Previously on Best Man Duty Driving on the ever busy, pothole riddled Lagos Ibadan expressway, my mind wandered in different directions.  I swore under my breath with each pothole I successfully ‘overcome’.  I donated a curse for each leader who refused to do what they should. Maybe I was cranky, maybe I was angry, maybe I was pissed, maybe I was frustrated, maybe… I had not felt that vexed with everything in a while. The universe was not working in my favour as touching my emotional issues. Why else would Cynthia tell me unequivocally that she was in love with someone else after all of our flirting and ‘encounters’? Why would Queen refuse to see reason and let us come together as a unit? I admit that I have been wrong at one time or the other. I admit that I did not concentrate fully. I admit that I…

Omoge Campus #1

Omoge Campus is brought to you by Fatimah. She’s a friend and a lovey writer. Show some love 🙂 My father sent me to UNILAG as punishment. I’m Temilade Ade-Doherty, the first child of multimillionaire, Adetokunbo Ade-Doherty. My offence, I was proving to be a rebellious child and sending me to America would give me freedom to go out of hand. Also, daddy dearest feared that I would be laying a bad example for my younger ones. So, while my friends with whom I attended one of the most elite secondary schools in Nigeria moved to America and the UK for their university education, I went to UNILAG. The hostels were an eyesore and I could not live there even if someone held a gun to my head. One lecturer that my dad knew gave me his BQ to use, rent free. His colleagues charge very high rates for…

Memoirs of A Repentant Escort #15

Catch up on episodes of Memoirs of a Repentant Escort I walked into the living room with so much pride in a face lift well done. “Hmmmm you look flawless as ever!” “I bet I do” “So where are you taking me to this time? The place where we first met? KFC?” “Actually. . .” he said stammering and picking his words one by one. Jide held me by the arms as he moved closer “Actually what?” He kept mute still “Oh! Don’t tell me it’s what I’m thinking. . . cos if it is, I’m sorry but ain’t going nowhere. “Well it is. . . I want you to meet my family again. I need you guys to start afresh. My Mother wants to meet you officially this time.” “Yea. . . at least you were nice enough not to spring it on me this time but I still…

Best Man Duty #14

Catch up on Best Man Duty How did the wedding go?” “Very interesting. I had madt fun” “Hmmmmm. Tell me how so” “Old friends, new ones, interesting time, enough to wine and dine on” “Yes that and that, and new Best Girls ehn? Or iz it cofetti?” “Haba Cynth!!! There can’t be 2 BGs. That u know” “I hear u sir, no mean say I gree sha o. No dey scope me jor. The little I know of u, u def will have 1 or 2 babes u were eyeing on the train” “I got eyes for the beautiful ones baby, and u know. None caught my attention” “And when u don’t have eyes for dem, they have 4 u. Like u and Zainab” “Cynthia!!!” “What!!! I’m jus stating d obvious Dotun” “And she writes the name again” “What name? Leave that side and let’s talk what I’m asking”…

Girls #8

Previously on Girls Lola would have ran out of the kitchen if she could. If her head didn’t feel like it had been split in half and if she could see through her eyes.     But instead, she half-crouched, half-walked out of the kitchen. Ignoring her husband’s pleas to wait.    In the bedroom, she finally let go, chest and shoulders heaving until she started to fear for her baby.     Clutching a pillow, she wept some more. If she had not angered Kenny and her auntie, she would have parked some of her things in bags and gone to her auntie’s. She couldn’t go to her parents’ house. They liked her husband. Her mother, especially. She was fond of calling him her favourite son. Thanking him for his patience with their daughter. John was a sweet, kind man when he first approached her. He waited for a long while,…

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