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Dear High Mistress #20

This episode is dedicated to Bimbo. Keep shining babe 😘 Dapo couldn’t keep his legs still in Toni’s living room. He paced around, almost as if to a beat no one could hear. Now and then, Toni would lift her head from her laptop and peek out, especially when he slowed to give his phone his attention. “She’s not answering her calls, she’s not in the office, she’s not at church, she’s not with any of her other friends… Where is she?” “Relax, baby boy. Your girl is fine. She’ll come home. If not tonight, then tomorrow.” It was the second time Dapo was hearing those words, but he gave Toni the same expression he gave her the first time she uttered them. It was a downward tilt of his head at her as if she was some little child that had uttered a cuss word at an adult. Just…

Dear High Mistress #19

“Is it just me or that was pretty intense?” Salma, face buried in a pillow, laughed. “What’s funny?” She lifted her head and angled it in Raji’s direction. “You were trying hard not to cum.” “Considering the first session in the parlor didn’t last two minutes, I’d say I tried in this one nau.” “Give or take, five minutes. I’ll give you a poor three over ten.” “Three? All that banging and pounding for a measly three?” “Well, I didn’t cum.” Raji stared down at his penis. “You betrayed me, boy.” Salma laughed. “I and the little betrayer here need a short break and we’ll be back to the Raji you used to know.” “Don’t sweat it, player.” Salma lifted her body to a sitting position. “Shit happens.” “Shit doesn’t happen to me. You know that. I’ve just been off duty for a very long time.” “Story.” “I’m serious. There’s…

Dear High Mistress #18

When Andre opened his eyes, following a five-hour slumber, he found Toni awake. She was seated at the edge of the bed, applying lotion on her thighs. He cast his eyes on a window and saw that it was still dark outside. He raised his torso while letting out a yawn. Toni stopped and angled her neck in his direction. “Did I wake you up?” “No. What time is it?” “Almost five.” “Where are you going?” “Home. I’m taking the kids to school today.” Andre rested his back on the bed. The fragrance of the lotion which reminded him of something orangey or lemony had become part of his daily life over the past few days. Toni, who had suddenly developed irritation for her signature scent, had switched to something milder, buying a whole range of beauty products from Givenchy that worked well for her present condition. So far, she…

Dear High Mistress #17

Toni had become aware of the oldness of her home on the day she and Andre found the perfect house. An estate agent had called Andre the evening before while both of them sat on the floor in his office, trying to figure out what to do with a problematic client whose company was throwing in a good sum into Covet. “Oga Andre, you go like this house. Na wetin madam say she want. Her complete specification.” “Which time you wan come my office tomorrow?” “Anytime, bros. Anytime.” Toni was always fascinated by the fact that Andre spoke Pidgin English better than she did. One couldn’t pick out his French inflection whenever he went all Nigerian. It often left Toni amazed at how much he could be anything he desired, just to get what he wanted. “I hope the house no too cost sha?” Andre asked the agent. “Very affordable.”…

Dear High Mistress #16

It had been his idea to get married somewhere in France. He wanted a quiet ceremony. Toni didn’t mind. Same way she allowed herself get carried along when he suggested that they were to do it immediately. He made the decisions, from what rings they were to wear, to the guests that were to be invited to the wedding and even the vows they were to say to each other. All she had to do was show up at the venue and become his wife. And thus, she was there, freezing badly and wondering why everyone else wasn’t. Her teeth clattered when she tried to smile up at Andre. The priest was speaking in French, a language she understood, but for some reason, she couldn’t pick a word he was saying. Everyone else did, and they were laughing to something he uttered. She tried to laugh along. Her teeth clattered…

Dear High Mistress #15

Sorry for the break in transmission. Busy weekend, plus no light and down with a cold. Finally bought fuel and now we can continue. Merry Christmas, fam. I know it doesn’t feel like Christmas for many of us, but hey, we’re still here. So enjoy the holiday as best as you can. This is dedicated to Uche Okolo. Happy birthday. Update on Stranger In Lagos… Don’t blame me, blame Okadabooks. We all await the launch of their new website. “I’ve told you to stop coming here, and stop bringing food to me as well. I’m fine, Salma.” Salma bit her lip. It was hard not to break down at the sight of Maliq. Standing behind the enquiries counter at the police station where he was held, he was all bruised and messed up from the famous brutality of the police. He could barely look at her as both eyes were…

Dear High Mistress #14

Hi Fam! I just want to drop a quick one about membership on moskedapages because I have been getting a lot of emails. If you have purchased In The Name Of Papa on Okadabooks, all I need is a screenshot from you when the time arrives. Please, don’t send in anything now. I’ll ask for it in the near future to be able to send you an invite. For those of you who have purchased from me, I will send you an invite as well. Please, enjoy today’s episode They watched her like she was a fragile experiment waiting to fall apart, set in a glass box. Concern lined their faces, whispers escaped their lips as they deliberated on her situation. “I think she needs a child psychologist.” “Child psychologist keh. Please, it’s just a phase. It’ll pass.” “Phase that we wouldn’t have to go through if the judge had…

Dear High Mistress #13

10:26 p.m. Folarin was staring at the time on his wristwatch and thinking to himself that his hand needed some moisturizer. He was also having that feeling he normally got when he was in the mood to have another tattoo done. He rebuked the urge and at the same time tried to banish the memories of the past few hours. The evening had been a long one, filled with anger, tears, hurtful words, and shame. But Folarin had managed through it with a smile. He had just seen Cyrus to his car, having done his best to calm him over Cyrus Junior’s latest act of impregnating his girlfriend. “You guys shouldn’t have let him have that apartment and that car. I know that boy’s medicine. Too much independence is going to destroy him.” “Nobody is getting destroyed, Cyrus.” Folarin was almost giving up. Cyrus was most times unnecessarily difficult on…

Dear High Mistress Christmas Marathon 😄

Dear moskedapages family, You know I’ll never leave nor forsake thee. I’d have posted a couple of episodes over the past weeks but the muses have been kind to me, so I said, why not splurge? So, starting on Thursday, your Christmas marathon begins. For those asking about membership, buy a copy of In The Name Of Papa either on okadabooks or send a message to me via moskedapages@gmail.com. The book gives you express access to membership which would commence in January. Enjoy your weekend darlings

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