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The Scratch On Your Shoulder #1

Abuja 2004 She would have married him all over again on their twenty-first wedding anniversary had he not gone and cheated on her. A manila envelope containing pictures of him and a family friend that could ruin her political career was delivered to her office as proof of his infidelity. She blamed herself for this. Sometimes, it was better not to go digging for dirt on one’s enemy. You might uncover what you might not be able to handle. Now, here was how this happened. Two days ago, while at work, Hadiza received a phone call from an anonymous person, informing her that her first son had been kidnapped. She listened to the caller without expressing the sort of emotions that might come with receiving such news. This threw the man off, and he asked, “Aren’t you sad about what I just told you? I said that your son has…

Only A Flame #ChildNotBride

I sat crouched at a corner of the room… With my arms circled around my folded knees. Another stream of tears rolled effortlessly down my cheeks as I relived the experience. I could still feel his fingers like the gentle slithery movements of a snake as he caressed my body. I closed my eyes….If only I could shut out the images… But No…. They were there… Refusing to leave…They came with such vivid clarity! Images of flailing arms … Fighting to keep away the evil that loomed above me. I remembered trying to scream… But I couldn’t hear the sound of my own voice. Randomly the images came, in no defined order. I recalled a struggle to retain my underwear as groping hands determined to take them off… The sound of a dress being torn… Then I remembered the slap! Like a thunderbolt, the impact had gone through my whole…

To Tame A Virgin #11

So, this episode is really long, so I had to break it into two. Enjoy! Read previous episodes of To Tame A Virgin HERE Dami was in a good mood. A very, very good mood. She loved it when it rained. She always had a mad desire to run under it like she loved doing when she was little. Uyi nicknamed her ‘wet girl’; a name that connoted more than what the rain did to her. Monday morning came with an angry downpour that put Uyi in a bad mood. Unlike his sweetheart, rainfall never eased his state of mind or emotions. If anything, it made him worse. He grew up in poor conditions and the rains meant for him then, a leaking roof, a flooded neighborhood with water carrying all sorts of filth and debris, and the fear of being constantly struck by lightning (having experienced it once as a…

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