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Love, Your Enemy #7

Greetings, fam! I just want to drop a quick one. There will be no episode of Love, Your Enemy next week but I’ll be here two weeks later. Please, pardon me. I just want to sort out a few things. Fatimah, the lady that brings you Omoge Campus apologizes for her absence. Her laptop went bad and she’s hoping to get a new one. Ibukunwrites promises to return soon with Memoirs of a Repentant Escort. She had been ill for a while and had also just recently completed her NYSC. Meanwhile, I may resume adding pics to my posts, although not always. This is because I stumbled across a goldmine account on Instagram. OMG! The guy is Papa personified. I saw him and I was like there is no way I’m not sharing these hot pics. I just couldn’t resist. Don’t mind me; I can’t say no to pics of…

The Fourth Finger #15

Read previous episodes of The Fourth Finger She came to him at night. After one tap on his door, she entered his room. “Manny, I think I’m having a miscarriage.” He jolted out of bed. “It’s happening again,” she mumbled, her eyes going wet. “You feel pain?” She nodded. “There’s blood too. And it’s a lot.” “Are you sure?” “Manny, I have lost four pregnancies before. I know what’s going on. Please take me to the hospital.” “Okay.” He tapped the pockets of the jeans he had fallen asleep in. “Erm… Let me get my key and we’ll be out of here.” He went back to his bed and picked a t-shirt. When he returned to her, he found her crouched on the floor, crying. “Lade, please get up.” “Why me? What have I done to God, Manny?” “You’ve done nothing, baby. This is not your fault at all.…

The Fourth Finger #14

Read all episodes of The Fourth Finger Solomon always got her depressed. And it wasn’t for the fact that he extorted her. Seeing him alone made her miserable and this time was no different. He had turned her entire day into gloom and left her with the bitter realization that her relationship with Raji was no different from the one she had with him many years ago. The same feelings of pleasure, affection, excitement; and later on, guilt and self-loathing plagued her. In addition, there was that mood of utter helplessness – you want to stop, you vow to stop but you find yourself going back. She had been told, from the moment she could understand words, that Jesus could save her. She had believed that he could. She had witnessed that he could. But somehow, these days he was silent, content to watch her make a mess of the…

It’s Another Saturday…#23

It Must Have Been Love Shit has hit the fan at last. We have been called to a family meeting by my parents on this humid Monday morning to settle issues between Emeka and Tola. As told to me by my mom, Tola had threatened to kill Emeka with a knife last night, literally holding his penis hostage for nine hours until the sun came up and Kalu drove over to rescue him. They say she is still in bad shape but Nne has been able to calm her down. Now, she wants to have a word with everyone. I really don’t know why I have to be there. I wish they would just cut me off from anything that has Emeka’s name on it. I have my own issues to deal with, the biggest being how I am going to convince the woman I love that I am not…

For Better, For Worse (Jamila 2) by Sally

FOR BETTER FOR WORSE JAMILA 1983 “don’t let her out of that gate!” Evelyn stopped, looked at one of the soldiers manning the gate and turned around to face Jamila who was standing at her veranda. “Tell him to let me go.” She stood under heavy, windy rain, shivering non stop. “Come back in, Ev. You will catch a cold.” “I have to take my sister to the po-police,” she shivered. “Please, tell him to open the gate.” Jamila walked out into the rain when she noticed Evelyn’s resolve weakening. The wind beat against her body and she did her best to stop her kimono from flying open. “Come in, my dear,” she reached out and touched her. Evelyn shook her head and began crying. She once was a sweet woman, not too long ago, but what Jamila now saw was fear and despair and she felt deeply sorry for her. “Come, let’s…

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