series

No Heart Feelings #4

Previous Episodes “Very well,” Toshiba’s throaty voice rolled out in strong notes to Alhaja Nnenna over the phone. “Prepare another funeral for your son’s real baby whom Marie is carrying as we speak! And this time, Marie will go for real! Have a nice evening!” Toshiba put an end to his phone call with a satisfied look on his face but his eyes strayed to Marie and he saw her restless expression as she rubbed her cheeks to do away with tears she had just shed. “What is the problem now?” he asked, passing Udoka her phone. “You should be happy that we’re going to get Kiki. We’ll give them till the end of tomorrow to talk about it and probably plan a DNA test just to confirm what we just told them…” “And then what?” Marie asked irritably. Toshiba wasn’t sure of what to make of the question. “You…

No Heart Feelings #3

Previous Episodes Luiz Benicio sprang up from his bed like a mad man. The loud banging he had just heard in his dream turned out to be actual loud banging on the door of his hotel suite. Someone outside was screaming for him to open the door. He guided himself in the direction of the sitting room in a dazed stagger, knocking a few things to the floor on his way. His head hung on him like a heavy bag of water, unstable and throbbing. His eyes were not his; they felt like the eyes that attacked him whenever he was drunk to stupor. “OPEN THE DOOR!” The banging had now turned to attempts to break into the suite and Luiz made it to the door just in time. He turned the key and a familiar man burst in, elbow first and almost falling, but he steadied himself and jerked…

No Heart Feelings #2

Previous Episodes Alhaja Nnenna Bahaushe was the first wife of Alhaji Babajide Bahaushe, a major gold and jewelry merchant. He began his business as a trader to the north in the early seventies, selling gold in bulk to top wholesalers and retailers. He was so shrewd in business that his customers named him Nyamiri, an offensive term used for Igbos, even though he was Yoruba. Afraid that the name would stick and spoil his business, he began to call himself Alhaji Bahaushe. Bahaushe was simply the term used to refer to the Hausas, especially those from the core north. With time, the name stuck on Babajide, even though he was neither an Alhaji nor a Muslim. But to fit in better with both his suppliers that were mainly from the Middle East and his end buyers, he changed his religion and took a second wife, a true blood Hausa lady…

No Heart Feelings #1

Her smile was blinding… but maybe it was the morning sun in his face. He blinked to adjust his eyesight away from the brightness and back into the beautiful gap-toothed smile that was before him. She who had the blinding smile laughed at his dilemma and stretched up like a kitten to pull the curtains close. She returned to the bed and he had her in his arms. “don’t go,” he pleaded. She giggled and kissed him. It was just one of her tease-kisses. “And Udo will kill me. I didn’t go for her Igbanku. I have to go for this white wedding. And if it wasn’t because of how tied you are at the office, I would have asked you to come along.” “No, the real reason I’m not invited for that wedding is because Udoka hates me.” “Only because you hate her back and hate every other woman…

The Darker Berry #11

Read episodes 1- 10 of The Darker Berry The first time they met she had been sitting across the hall from him, her red lips igniting the dimly lit room. He’d stared long and hard at her until she turned, conscious of being watched. He’d raised a glass, head slightly bowed in salute but she’d ignored him, her pretty brown eyes focused on the man before her. Sho, they had called him. The guy she was currently with and the only son of an Oil mogul. Sho was the type of man girls like Susan dated, the type of man guys like him couldn’t take a girl from. But he had fallen fast and hard for her from the very moment his eyes caught hers. He had wanted her and so, the power to ‘unlook’ had not been left to him. “I was saying hi to you the other time.”…

Enticing Excerpts From New Series

Hi! Without much ado, I present to you delicious excerpts from two new series that would be featured here, written by yours truly. The first is Stranger in Lagos. It chronicles the life of Halim, a young lady that has her life spinning out of her control after an encounter with some guy in a hotel in Lagos. The second, titled: Love, Your Enemy is about Pastor Love, a widow to a popular pastor in Abeokuta who gets married to another Pastor in Lagos and has to face church drama she has never experienced in her life. Love, Your Enemy aims to reveal what happens behind the pulpit and also exposes the secrets that many pastors hide from their members. It’s also a story of love, forgiveness and redemption, showing you that although man makes his plans, God always executes his purposes. This is a story I have always wanted to write…

The Darker Berry #10

Read episodes 1- 9 of The Darker Berry here Breakfast was fries and scrambled eggs, prepared by Amra. She had also woken up before dawn and cleaned the entire house. When Umi came downstairs, she was served a steaming cup of tea. “I don’t do tea, Amra.” “It won’t hurt to say thank you, though.” Umi looked at her sister. She felt no beef towards her. They were sisters that loved each other despite the present situation of things. However, Umi had chosen to keep her heart at bay. It was to ready her for when Amra would break it again. “Good morning, Aunty Umi.” Umi turned her face into a smile when she saw Zainab beaming up at her. “Morning, sweetie.” She walked over to her and pulled her in for a hug. “I kept this chair for you.” The child tapped on the chair next to hers. Umi…

The Darker Berry #9

He lingered at the entrance of the house for a few seconds, the sight before him uncomfortable to watch. Still he remained at the door, watching them hold each other. Chibuzor dragged her closer to himself even when she made to end the embrace, his hands stroking her back gently like a mother trying to lull her tot to sleep. Leaning against the wall, Femi continued to watch, a wry smile playing on his lips – how was it that Umi had never seen what this man felt for her? He seemed to drop hints at every given opportunity and even now that he stroked her back, he did it so seriously like one at the embrace Olympics. Femi wondered if the man was comfortable in the friend zone. Or maybe he just liked to watch from the shadows while the woman he liked saw other people. It would be…

The Darker Berry #8

“I know I told you I can handle this but I honestly don’t think I can.” “It’s not something you can’t handle.” “It’s murder. Murder is not something I want to handle.” “What changed?” She looked at him long and hard, her face expressionless. “Umi?” “Yeah?” “What changed?” This time, she looked away from him, her eyes on the speaker playing a Jay Z song. How could she tell him what she had found out without seeming like a meddler? How was she still to hold on to her pride without seeming stupid? Her hands reached for her black bag with the gold strap. She was going to leave before he got the words out of her mouth. He was in her way before she could reach the door of his Study. Femi had brought her in there some minutes before because she had told him after they had sex…

Navigate
%d bloggers like this: