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Memoirs Of A Repentant Escort #8

Read previous episodes of Memoirs of a Repentant Escort I was speechless still. “You see son! This girl is a hooker! A prostitute. She sleeps with men for money and the sexual enjoyment.” He said facing Jide. “And how do you know all of that Dad? 10pm? Allen Avenue? What were you doing there?” He said with his voice becoming violent towards his dad. “I won’t have you question me in my own home or create unnecessary fuss over this prostitute here. This lunch is over.” “Shall we?” Jide’s voice beckoned on me to stand up. I left without a word. I was broken. Jide never said a word throughout the drive home. Even when he dropped me at home, he never uttered a word or open the door of the car for me as he used to. I sat for an hour in front of the house speechless, sad…

Best Man Duty #4

Read Episodes 1-3 of Best Man Duty The hall was illuminated enough for each person to see the other. It smelt fresh with different perfumes. How the clan made it happen in so short a time was a mystery but this was looking every deal the ideal after party. I saw a few faces from the wedding lazing around, shaking to the music. I could trust my clan to plan a social gathering that would take others five months in fifteen minutes. With what welcomed me to the hotel hall, I knew instantly that it was going to be an interesting evening that could swing any way. That was no surprise anyway. There was Mike and his fellow party rocker, Dele. The logistics got sorted and they had the couple bring people together. That was not really a huge task as there were still friends in the hotels booked. “Here…

Something New, Something Darker, Something Juicier…

Morning, fam! Happy New Month! I hope you guys enjoyed your short holiday. So, I have a surprise for you, and it comes in a new series. Yup! New and fresh from moi and wait for it… Tomilolacoco. It is called The Darker Berry. You know the saying, the darker the berry, the sweeter the juice? Well, figure that out. First, let me introduce Tomi to you. She is my boo (yes, we’re platonic lesbians) She is an awesome scriptwriter and is one of the writers on Africa Magic’s Hush. She blogs on Scribespad.wordpress.com. She writes erotica (expect juicy sex scenes) She is a features editor at TNS.ng She is going to marry an Igbo man. She doesn’t know this but I’m setting her up. I’m sorry my fine Yoruba brothers but we’re taking this one, tatas and all. She’s a small bundle of cuteness and troubleSo, before I get carried away…

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…

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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