Love Your Enemy

Love, Your Enemy #5

Read the first four episodes of Love, Your Enemy Her husband is known in the gates, when he sitteth among the elders of the land. -Proverbs 31 She was aware of his presence in the kitchen but pretended not to notice. His imposing frame threw a shadow at the entrance, taking away some of the sunlight coming in from the door. She set her concentration on the meal she was packaging. A food basket lay on the table before her. She placed the packaged meal in it and angled her head in his direction. He was just returning from his morning run. Sweat-soaked, he struck a pose that made her think immodest thoughts. “You should shower before the sweat dries on your body,” she said to him. “You want to shower with me?” “Jeremiah…” she chided with a playful smile. He walked towards her. “We’re feeding the poor…

Your Questions On Love, Your Enemy Answered

So yesterday I was sitting down and reading comments from the important notice post I did about IANS and Love, Your Enemy and it hit me that a good number of my readers may be wondering where I’m headed with the new series, wondering if my aim is to put the church in a bad light. I’m sure these same people know that I’m not so into church, and I like to dissociate myself from any of the denominations. Hence, this could be the reason for their mistrust. Lol! I totally do not blame them, though, and so in response to anyone wondering if the story is an ignoble act against Christianity and the church, here’s what I have to say: 1. Like all my other series, I’m simply telling a story. There are going to be villains and heroes and all the juiciness you have in a typical story.…

Love, Your Enemy #4

Read Previous Episodes of Love, Your Enemy The lines have fallen for me in pleasant places… Psalm 16 “Ah! Relax, Alice.” “You want to cry? It’s not that serious nau.” Aunty Shade left the bed to where Alice sat and put her arms around her. “Relax, my dear. You’re not in a courtroom.” “We just wanted to know if you had honest intentions towards our father,” Aunty Ayo explained. “It’s not a crying matter.” Alice was nowhere near tears, but her face must have said different. Having held her breath for so long, she felt like she was going to pass out. She had been unable to give the sisters any answer and so she sat glued to her hot seat, sweating through almost every pore of her body and praying that by some miracle, she would appear on her bed back at home, waking up from a…

Love, Your Enemy #3

The time was 7am. The day was Sunday. The venue was Alice’s home. And the topic of discussion was Alice’s relationship with Papa.

In attendance were Wemimo, Tara, Alice herself and Pastor Adindu, who was not a stranger to the ladies.

Love, Your Enemy #2

Read Episode 1 of Love, Your Enemy For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also. -Matthew 6 Alice picked out the embarrassing sound of her rumbling stomach rumble. She also felt a prickly sensation in her armpits as the atmosphere around her suddenly turned warm. Her mouth seemed to lose the bulk of its saliva as well. An instant headache hit the side of her head, causing her temporary blurriness. She clutched her iPad with both hands to get a grip on herself but her troubled stomach worsened, leaving her no choice but to hurry out of the church as the senior pastor was just about to deliver the day’s sermon. Dropping her iPad with her best friend, Wemimo, who was seated beside her, Alice sought the nearest exit and sped towards it. The pastor’s voice over the PA system irritated her with each step.…

Love, Your Enemy #1

I promised to post this on the 4th but I just couldn’t. Something happens to me when I start off with new characters. I take my time to feel them, even after writing them. I guess the ‘feeling’ time was not enough. I needed just a few more days. I apologize for raising your hopes up and bashing them. But I’m making up for it with two episodes, and also because it’s Women’s Day. Enjoy the first! Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil. -Psalm 23 Najib was solid as a rock. Dependable, calm, collected and trusted by his boss to keep things together when all else was falling apart. He could be snatched out of bed in the middle of the night and thrown into the midst of a world war, and yet would somehow come out unscathed;…

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