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No Heart Feelings #8

PREVIOUS EPISODES Terdoo was tired. Her cotton t-shirt clung to her sweaty body like a second skin. She had been determined to clean the entire house until every corner sparkled, not because it was necessary but because she was restless. The need to keep herself busy gnawed at her so bad that she swept and mopped and dusted and wiped with an unhealthy obsession. Now done, the restlessness still remained. At first she blamed her unease on the disarming presence of Jimi. It had been easier for her to like him in the silence of her heart and from a distance for the past few years but now that he was constantly around her, she was finding it hard to fight the strong chemistry that was brewing between them. She had long settled on not letting herself fall for any man, especially not when her past was still hot on…

Dear High Mistress #1

This series, Dear High Mistress is continued from The Fourth Finger. To enjoy the story better, I’ll recommend the Fourth Finger E-book to you. Click here to get it. In the world where the following took place, it was a typical Friday evening and nothing unusual was slated to happen. The metropolitan was alive in its usual buzz and being that it was the beginning of a weekend, the clubs and watering holes were expected to come alive, to accommodate the ever pulsing nightlife of the famous Lagos. Drinks flowed, dance floors kissed the happy feet of vivacious social animals, acquaintances were made, deviant deeds blamed on alcohol went down and the police had their hands (and pockets) full, handling a myriad of cases for the night. While all this went down, our focus was shifted to three couples in the story that were within the confines of their respective…

The Marriage Ultimatum #8

♥ They stayed in Lagos three more days before they started back home. They could have left a day earlier than they did but Dominic was loath to get back home and to get back to the trouble he knew awaited him from Camilla. He’d have stayed back longer if he didn’t have work to get back to. Or if he wasn’t already missing his mother. He’d purposely been ignoring her calls and messages. For one thing, he wasn’t in the mood to deal with the matter over the phone but mostly he didn’t want to deal with it with Kaine so close by. He couldn’t understand why—maybe it was his upbringing—but he was reluctant to disrespect her in such a way. Or in any other way. Their marriage might have been contracted under rather irregular circumstances but she was still his wife and he owed her some measure…

The Marriage Ultimatum #5

Read previous episodes of The Marriage Ultimatum ♥ Kaine felt like she was a helpless spectator watching a poorly written screenplay. They were at the Registry and waiting for their turn to take their vows. It seemed so surreal that she should be at a Registry waiting to exchange marriage vows with a man she’d met just two days ago. She’d spent the entire night asking herself—and God—if she really knew what she was doing. There had been no answer, none that was satisfying.  None that made her feel more at peace with what she was about to do. She’d begged God for a miracle that Dominic would call her and say he’d had a rethink and there was no need for them to marry. She’d prayed that, by some divinely prompted miracle, Anwuli would return and stop her from entering into this covenant that already felt like a…

The Marriage Ultimatum #3

Catch up with The Marriage Ultimatum here ♥ “Dominic Kojo-Edwards?” Kaine stared at him in confusion. She’d expected Tobi. He looked exactly like the man she’d seen in the pictures Anwuli had shown her. They had to be brothers—same last name and such an uncanny resemblance. But why was he here? How did he even know where they lived? “I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting…” She shook her head as her voice trailed off. “Miss Nwaolisa, I suggest you invite me inside so we can talk. I have travelled a long way and what I have to say cannot be said at the door.” His tone rang with arrogance. Kaine found herself stiffening. She didn’t need a soothsayer to tell her that he was a man used to giving orders and having them obeyed too. But since he didn’t have any right giving her orders, she banished the nerves and…

The Marriage Ultimatum #2

Read episode 1 of The Marriage Ultimatum ♥ Kaine still wasn’t sure she’d heard correctly. “You are… pregnant?” She stared at Anwuli with confused eyes. Anwuli blinked, wiped off the tears with her knuckle and nodded. “Yes, I am pregnant, Kaine. I am having a baby.” She added as if to make it clearer. Kaine’s mouth formed a round O as she continued to gape at Anwuli. She didn’t know what to think—what to say. What was the right thing to say in these situations? How did it happen? She didn’t need to ask that. She knew how babies were made. Would the right question be—who was responsible for the pregnancy? “Don’t judge me, Kaine.” Anwuli murmured, her voice imploring. “I know we were supposed to wait until we were married before having sex. It was how mummy counselled us. And I really wanted to. He was my first.…

It’s Another Novocaine Saturday #23

Doctor Omotola Adeniyi Onuora is officially the most annoying patient I’ve ever had to deal with. And I can’t show my annoyance because family.

She is about to have her baby and some members of the family are here. Tola invited them and others for the birth of her son. Even some strange faces I have never seen before are present. She says they are her cousins. There’s one wearing a white garment, going about and sprinkling some weird water around the VIP birthing unit. I have had to send everyone out, leaving Nne and Elsie with us. Without them, I would have lost my mind.

“Tola, stop cussing and push this boy out nau.”

It’s Another Novocaine Saturday #16

If you are yet to like my new Facebook page, Wall of Accents, please do so, for kickass content. https://www.facebook.com/wallofaccents/ You can read more about the page here My mom, the religious nut she is, will always tell me, “Nothing is ever hidden under the sun. One day God will expose you.” It makes me always wonder what type of mother she is. Normal mothers support and protect their kids but my mom will gladly throw me under the bus to please Jesus. And today, she has reared up her ugly head to remind me that nemesis is at my door. “Mommy, I have heard you,” I say to her on the phone. I don’t even know why I answered her call. I am in the middle of something here. “Ojonoka, pray o! Pray well-well! Devil wants to use you.” Devil is already using me. He’s six foot…

Fated

This story was written by Fortune Ohaegbulam. He’ll feature here from time to time. Please, drop a comment. Thank you! I took a long drag of the cigarette and my lungs almost exploded. It had been a long time I smoked, having made a conscious effort to kick the habit,. However, it seemed the hot sensation coursing through my insides was what my body which had been earnestly screaming for release really needed. I exhaled and immediately asked the kiosk attendant to fix me two shots of locally-brewed gin which I gulped down in one swallow. I almost choked as the liquid threatened to reflux its way back through my oesophagus. I tried to pray; amidst all the madness it seemed the only reasonable thing to do. I wondered if God would hear my prayer with all the drinking and smoking. I only hoped for the sake of Felicia that…

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