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Hunter’s Game #11 By @Oge_writes

Read previous episodes of Hunter’s Game “Babe, look this way.” Tinu held her phone up and shaped her lips into a pout as she leaned into Williams whose phone was held up to his ears. William did as he was told and flashed a smile. Tinu took a few selfies and proceeded to edit one for her Instagram. “No, I won’t be back until next week…” William was saying. She soon uploaded the picture with the caption “When bae decides to spoil you with a spontaneous pre-birthday trip. #MadridLoading #BooIsBae” “Alright, thanks. I’ll look into it then.” Williams hung up and planted a quick kiss on Tinu’s forehead. He saw the picture she had just finished uploading and shook his head affectionately. “You ehn, one of these days, we’ll get kidnapped and it will be all your fault. Every single thing we do goes on Instagram or Snapchat or Twitter.”…

Hunter’s Game #8 By @Oge_writes

Read older episodes of Hunter’s Game “I want nothing to do with you. I only want the boy’s mother. Call your agents off and send the boy back to me. His mother will come running.” Kunle laughed mirthlessly and stroked his beard as he regarded Malik’s boss. Kunle was in his mid-forties and completely bald. He was quick-witted and had an ever pleasant disposition but was known to bring down the hammer without hesitating whenever necessary. He was Leela’s boss and had been at the security agency for almost 20 years. “You know that’s impossible. My job is just as important to me as yours is to you.” “You’re treading dangerous grounds.” Malik’s boss said stiffly. “Isn’t that what I signed up for? Why does that bother you?” “You have no idea who I am or what I can do. You really do not want to remain in my way.”…

Read Nimide Ogbeun’s Review Of The Fourth Finger On Bellanaija

Hi fam, Hope your week is going great? Well, mine just got better when I got a chat message from Ofili, telling me The Fourth Finger review was on Bellanaija’s #LiterallyWhatsHot. Yay! It feels good and I’m grateful to you guys for believing in me and pushing me this far. Not an easy something. But it’s just the beginning. So, I’m going to ask you a huge favor this afternoon. Huge one, especially from those of you who have read The Fourth Finger. I need y’all to show me the same love you show me here by bombarding the comment section and sharing your experience. Did you enjoy Fourth Finger? Please comment. Did you enjoy episode 1-21 and wish to read the whole book? Please comment and I may just be nice and send it to you (not promising o). But be honest as you can. Just don’t read the…

Hunter’s Game #7 By Oge_writes

Read previous episodes of Hunter’s Game Leela tossed the pancakes she was frying and soon set the first one out on a plate. Uzo stood behind her arms folded across his chest, his eyes looking but not seeing. He simply could not get the image of Nathan’s swollen face out of his mind. How could anyone be that brutal? And what exactly was his supposed biological mother involved in that had people dropping dead and others getting beat up just because they wanted her? His first instinctive reaction after seeing that picture was to go back to Lagos but Leela’s common sense prevailed and when he got over the shock waves, he had to admit that it was a bad idea. If they could do that to Nathan, he would probably end up dead within hours of showing up in Lagos. And as much as he hated what was going…

Go Getter (Go-Get-Her) #27

Read previous episodes of Go Getter In the dark, Doc Al moved like a bat, he could see every aspect of the people and things in the room. They appeared magnified in his eyes. Ochuko was trying to get up from the ground and retreat to where Sandy was. He understood the way his mind worked – protect others before yourself. He would point out to him later, when the deal was done, that certain circumstances prompted certain responses and principles. He slashed him on the shoulder just as he was completing his rising and he fell back with a yell. One of his hands automatically covered the wound which had become a flowing river of blood. Accuracy, he reminded himself. He had not intended to get him on the shoulder, he had aimed for the neck. He raised his left hand – the hand holding the small knife with…

Go Getter (Go-Get-Her) #20

Read Previous Episodes of Go Getter Evening had come in Ochuko’s residence. Golden refractions of the retreating sun on the glass window washed the room Ochuko and Sandy were in. They were deep into their game of chess. After Miss Sharon had left with the berries, they had both invaded the fridge in the kitchen. It gave off a loaf of slice bread, a bottle of strawberry jam and a bottle of red wine. ‘The great feast of bread and wine,’ Ochuko had ranted as he transported their spoil back to the room. Sandy had declared her anticipations of the lunch then, it was her first time to have the bread and wine combination. It came off well and surprisingly, she ate a greater portion of the meal. The game of chess had followed after that and this was their third round. Ochuko moved his last knight across the board,…

When God Overdoes…

This story is gotten from mamalette. If you’re down in the dumps and you think God has abandoned you, read this and renew your faith today. I hope this uplifts someone. When God does, he overdoes it. Good morning! . . . . My husband and I have been married close to 3 years. We live in the US and I have the best health insurance plan there is, my doctors are one of the best at Kaiser, yet no child. I wondered why I couldn’t get pregnant as I remembered how I would get pregnant for my ex boyfriends with ease and I did abort those precious babies with ease as well. I prayed for forgiveness everyday and I promised God that I would never abort a baby again. My pet daughters and family friends would call and say “Aunt I am pregnant and I don’t know what to do”,…

The Zookeeper

The Zookeeper is one of those many short stories I kept somewhere. I think I wrote this three years ago. Read, tell me what you think, share. Happy New Month! The zookeeper is a crazy man. He lives in my neighborhood, in the same compound as the woman who fries the salty akara in the morning and sells the oily moi-moi at noon. Some call the zookeeper Baba Friday. But I see no Friday around or even a Mama Friday. Just the old man himself, and only on Sundays. I hear he is too busy at the zoo to stay home during the week. I figure it is because of the many animals he has to take care of. Maybe that is why he is crazy. From my window on many Sunday evenings I have watched him walk up and down the hilly slope of our street. Up and down.…

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