Stranger In Lagos

Stranger In Lagos #5

HALIM “Paul, please stop…” His lips were between mine, his hand underneath my dress, his body pressing into me. Weeks of seduction had led me here – but not as an unwilling subject. On my own, I followed Paul to this hotel room, after falling heedlessly for his charm. I knew it would lead to this but I did nothing to stop it. Now, my hypocritical conscience was ringing a bell in my head as thoughts of Eben crossed my mind. “You know I can’t, Paul.” My words were weak, as was my resistance. I was pushing away from him but halfheartedly. My body had been persuaded into this moment, and I knew that it would take only Eben himself bursting in through the door to stop me from being ravished by Paul. It was affection I had been looking for when Paul came into my life. Although everything seemed…

Stranger In Lagos #4

Lovely weekend, everyone! I am unable to post the concluding episode of Dear High Mistress and second episode of Biyankavitch. This week was a busy one for me. I had appointments back to back and then NEPA totally messed me up. And finally my kids have been ill. Please pray for them. So to make up, I’ll let you have double-bill episodes of Stranger In Lagos. I will try my best to reply your comments. But if I don’t get the time to, please know that I appreciate and love you. *kisses. EBEN The year is still 2011 and I’m still mad at my parents a day after they break the unpleasant news that all our asses basically belong to Halim. I still haven’t found a way out of my dilemma. But I can’t stop thinking about how much I like Halim, how I find her intriguing and refreshing.…

Stranger In Lagos #3

For everyone who asked for a marathon… Don’t come and ask me again o 😀 HALIM My office is quiet. The usual noisemakers whose cubicles are separated from mine by thin glass partitions have all stepped out to celebrate a colleague’s birthday. Normally, I would be there with them, heading the throng, my voice being the loudest. But I give the birthday colleague a gift and apologize for not going with them. As they leave, I recline my back on my chair and lift my eyes to the ceiling, spinning in a slow circle. The calm, white lighting and the soothing sound of soul music playing somewhere in the hall soon lulls me and I fall into a catnap. My weekend had been awful, beset with tears and insomnia. This isn’t exactly rest but it’s the closest thing to peace of mind in more than twenty-four hours. I am…

Stranger In Lagos #2

I know I said Stranger In Lagos would come every two weeks, but Dear High Mistress is still cooking. So enjoy, this episode. Meanwhile, do well to follow me on Instagram. You won’t regret it soon. Read the first episode of Stranger In Lagos  HALIM It is from him I learn that seduction is art. It begins with a stare. A careless gaze from harmless eyes that are clear as water. They smile at me. They follow me everywhere I go, even when he doesn’t. Like ghosts haunting a murderer, the memory of them lingers in my head once I go to sleep. It takes mere days for me to fall. And I fall like a boulder. Fast, hard, helplessly. My five senses are betrothed to the affection he offers. For days I think of nothing else but him. My head in the clouds, my feet walking on sunshine. He…

Stranger In Lagos #1

Hi everyone! Today, we kick off with Stranger In Lagos as we come to the end of Dear High Mistress. DHM will resume in two weeks with the final episodes. To keep up with Stranger In Lagos, ensure that you are subscribed to this blog. Follow Moskedapages on Facebook and on Twitter as @moskedapages. Don’t forget to share each episode on your social media platforms. And lastly, please drop a comment. I need your feedback, always. It never gets old. It’s what gives me joy coming back here over and over. For members, Biyankavitch begins in March. Keep your fingers crossed. I will be giving free access to two of my Ghanaian fans. Not today, though. Anyways, fam, enjoy this first episode and tell me what you think about it. Stranger In Lagos is a ride you don’t want to miss. ENIOLA I hate Lagos. It is the city of…

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