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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…

Dugo #19

Christmas in Berlin. Heartbroken and missing Luper, Dugo spent the most part of her holiday indoors. She had never been a fan of winter, anyways. It was better to let the days pass, watching German movies and babysitting Mila’s children. It distracted her from her pain, although it couldn’t erase the regret she felt over asking for a break from Luper. On the other hand, she felt justified for going away. He had behaved foolishly. The love she bore for him had not been enough to save him from being axed. She missed him, nevertheless, and wished that things hadn’t gone the way they did. “You know you can just call him and end this nonsense, right?” Ace told her the night before. His words were a reiteration of what he had told her repeatedly over the course of three months. Her answer to him was silence. In the early…

Dugo #18

“I can’t let you do this.” There was a couch between them. A table too. And that pesky little beagle that couldn’t decide what to bark at. “Ace?” Dugo spoke in apprehension. Ace had her laptop with him. She had just gone to use the toilet. This wasn’t what she expected to see as she returned to the living room. “Put the laptop down.” “You can’t do this.” “Ace…” “Dugo… The moment you press that button and send that email, you can’t take it back. And you know what it’s going to do, right?” “I know, Idowu.” “It’ll affect the school and Luper.” “I know that.” “And you still want to get on with it?” Annoyance took hold of Dugo. “What is this, Ace? Why are you doing this now?” “Adaugo, Acadia International is twenty-one years old and it’s unquestionably one of the best schools in this country. Built on…

Dugo #17

If Luper hadn’t stayed so long at the mechanic’s shop, if she hadn’t come downstairs for a cup of tea, this moment wouldn’t have been happening. But here she was, granting Udazi audience again. The backdoor was open and Dugo sat there, stirring her cup of tea. Udazi had made herself comfortable in a plastic chair in the kitchen, long legs crossed. Dugo had to admit that there was something stately about the woman. Her beauty was ageless. Even in her sixties she slayed with her elegance. But maybe it was all part of her foul packaging. Her aesthetic presentation had deceived many along the years, covering the blackness of her heart, and it was still doing so. Dugo couldn’t comprehend what type of person she was. Udazi carried out her malevolent acts as if she was doing the world a favor by them. Only a short while ago, she…

Dugo #15

It rained all night. They were awake right through it. The first half was spent exploring each other’s bodies as if for the first time. Luper had come with dinner and apologies for his behavior earlier. He was simply worried about her, he explained, emphasizing why he still felt that she needed therapy to heal from all the abuse she had faced in the past. Dugo didn’t care for his speech. She cut through his words with a silencing kiss that led to another, and another, and ultimately to clothes being tossed on the floor of her bedroom. A cold meal of macaroni was waiting afterwards. Dugo hated macaroni. She opted for some of Luper’s birthday cake which was being stored in the freezer. In the kitchen, while Luper warmed his meal, she fixed herself a cup of tea. “Will this rain stop at all?” she asked, looking out the…

Dugo #14

She saw him today. Her brother. He walked past her in the bank. She might have been mistaken because he looked chubbier and was pushing a beer gut. But it was him, alright. Half of his right ear was still missing. Mazi Enemuo, the village womanizer, had been responsible for the missing chunk that year. Her brother had dared to snatch one of his women and the man chased him with a cutlass, almost taking his head off. Nothing was done to Mazi Enemuo, of course. He was the igwe’s in-law. He didn’t even pay to treat the ear. Mama handled the treatment with the money she got from selling aki and ukwa at Eke market, the same money they all ate from. Adaugo recalled hawking her okpa for longer hours the following week. She’d walk all the way to 9th Mile where commuters coming from the middle belt and…

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