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Long Night #8

Read the previous episodes of Long Night by Dexter As Morayo worked on her computer, her thoughts kept returning to the little box on her table. She was curious about its contents and it was taking a lot of willpower not to rip apart the box and find out its secrets. She stopped working and sat back in her chair, Daniel was definitely taking his sweet time in getting back to her. The man was a tease, a big one at that, well two could play at that game. She grabbed her phone and undid a couple of her shirt’s buttons, ensured enough of her cleavage was showing, snapped a picture and sent it to him. Daniel smiled as his phone lit up, Morayo’s notification tone ringing out. He had been expecting her message for a while now. He had expected her curiosity would get the best of her sooner…

Long Night #7

Read previous episodes of Long Night by Dexter It had been two weeks since Segun had returned home and Morayo could not be happier. Her bother had a knack for making her smile and the frequent visits to Daniel’s place also most likely had something to do with her recent string of happy days. She had Daniel had gone on a date, the very next Saturday, they had spent the night getting to know each other and casting longing glances throughout the night. She had found out that he was an IT consultant at one of the big firms in the city and he did pretty well for himself. He was an only child and unlike her, still had both of his parents, parents who continuously hassled him to get married. They had laughed a lot that night and when he had finally taken her to his house and fucked…

Biyankavitch #18

And just like Game of Thrones resumes today, so does Biyankavitch. I’m glad to be back. I’m sure you’re excited too. Biyankavitch would run just for a few episodes before it ends. After that, we’ll start a new series. For those of you who have been asking for Amaka and the clan, you might just have your wish granted. Have a great GOT day as you read this episode of Biyankavitch! Can you predict who’s going to die? Here comes the bride! Or rather, here cums the bride. Screaming at the top of lungs, calling out the name of a guy that’s not the groom. Out of control. Oh, so out of control. “I’m going to miss you.” Lanre’s kisses on the nape of my neck were too much to handle. I turned around and gave him my lips instead; still shuddering from the burst of erotic release I had…

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While facing a major financial crisis, young Emeka Egwu and his family are forcefully evicted from their pleasant, self-contained residence. They are compelled to move into a dirty, overpopulated, and obnoxious tenement building apartment, located in Lagos Metropolis, where, over a seven-year period, they experience firsthand the horrendous incidents that characterize such appalling settings. One of the tenants, Mr. Ogundele – a querulous fellow, a man well versed in the art of juju – has it in for the newcomers. He, like a few tenants, hates them innately because they’re from a different tribe. He particularly despises Emeka because the boy refuses to venerate him, and others he believes are amoral. Consequently, Mr. Ogundele craftily convinces other likeminded tenants to join him as he orchestrates a series of sinister plots against Emeka.  There are fierce confrontations, faceless enemies, stunning betrayals, brazen infidelities, broken promises, and violent deaths – as Emeka…

Say You Will Stay #22

Obinna was sat on the armchair when she came back in. There were snacks on the table – a bowl of popcorn, chocolate biscuits and two doughnuts. A bottle of Fanta on her favourite puff. One empty glass cup sat on the stool beside him. Next to it, a cup of pineapple juice for him. “I thought you were gonna go to the shops?” Isio did not hide her disappointment. It came out, attached to her words as they left her mouth. “This friendship thing isn’t gonna work if you don’t do your bit.” She picked up the remote control from the table and pointed it at the DVD player to eject the film he had slotted in. A thriller. One of those with Bruce Willis and guns. The kind of film he liked. The kind she avoided watching. Although she watched a few with him at the beginning of their relationship.…

Biyankavitch #11

Lanre. He had spent the night here. Face buried in my neck and a leg tucked in-between mine, he slept the sleep of the exhausted and angry, after a long session of intense sex, following two hours of Krav Maga in which I was defeated asininely. He had pinned me beneath him at the end of the session and demanded to know why I launched a personal attack on Baka. “You put yourself at risk and jeopardized the mission!” he shouted. “I’m pulling you out of there!” “No!” We were in my backyard, on a short stretch of land that held artificial grass on which Duru spent most of his time. A nasty rainfall was beating down on Lanre and I. The training session had been difficult. My body ached all over. Lanre was not the type of man you flexed your muscles with. He was swift and brutal. “You…

Say You Will Stay #21

Isio did not talk much on the way home. She couldn’t have. Obinna talked almost all the way through. Explaining that he had missed her, that he was sorry. She let him come into the apartment because she believed Biba was home. She was wrong. “Where is Biba, sweetie?” He asked as though he thought caring about her friend would change what she felt about him. She shook her head to inform him she did not know. Examining his words for the air of superiority they sometimes came coated in. “I’m asking you because Anu is in London.” She nodded without glancing at him. She knew Anu was coming to the city with the children, their nanny and someone else that worked for her. They saw her on the day she returned to Ribble Greaves. Her warm hugs and affectionate greetings were enough to make Isio want to stay a…

Biyankavitch #10

Enjoy this short, salacious, bonus episode 🙂 Follow me on Instagram to catch up with a new series, DUGO “How was your first session with the doctor today?” Tanko pronged his plate of scrambled eggs with vegetable confetti, lifting his eyes at Victoria. He had returned home a short while ago, after a draining day at work. All he wanted was dinner and a good night’s rest. Not his mother butting into his personal life. “Good.” She sat adjacent to him, cupping a mug of steaming ginger tea. She had on that look that said she wanted more information about his doctor’s appointment. He wasn’t going to give her. “I’ll be moving to my house soon,” he announced. Victoria began to stir her tea, making a clanging noise with the spoon. “Don’t you like it here?” “I do. This would always be home, Mom. But I need to go back…

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