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The Scratch On Your Shoulder #8

Cheta saw the emails and ignored them. Some of them came directly from intending buyers while the others were through Laja’s lawyer. Aunty Gbemi had also called to inform her about the Adeyanjus being approached over the same issue. Investors were falling over themselves in a bid to acquire Laja Towers and the offers were staggering. Everyone felt it was a good idea to sell now that demand was high. Everyone, except Cheta. “How could you?” She was mad at Nero this evening, after he had tried to get her to see why the towers needed to be sold off to the person with the best offer. “Do you have any idea the sentimental worth of this place?” “Chichetaram, Laja is gone.” The words felt like a stab in Cheta’s chest, but they were not so painful that she couldn’t take them. “I knew him,” Nero continued. “Maybe not as…

The Scratch On Your Shoulder #6

Cheta’s visit to Ransome’s house had been a bootless errand. In three hours, she was back home, cussing herself for being vulnerable in front of a man and swearing that it would never happen again. The house was quiet when she got in. She peeped into the living room and kitchen but didn’t find anyone. Quietly, she went up the stairs. She dropped her overnight bag in her bedroom and stopped at Obi’s door. She heard him talking to someone as she knocked. He came to the door seconds later, taking his phone away from his ear. He had been on a call. “You’re back,” he muttered. “Yeah.” She stared at the mess that was his bedroom. “Everything okay?” “Yup.” “Good. Clean your room before breakfast tomorrow. And please, let in some fresh air…” “He called.” “Who?” “Dad.” “He called? Why?” “Said you weren’t picking your phone. Said you should…

Where To Find Breasts #4

Click here to read previous episodes of Where To Find Breasts Yenkat had never seen so many guns at once in her life. She felt like she had walked out of her normal existence into an action flick. The scene left her with intermittent spells of goosebumps. How was Kyenpia comfortable in this type of place? The location was a house belonging to Leonel’s father. The man, popularly known as Captain, had been an ex-military officer of the highest ranking who was still highly respected in the army, and in places of power. His father, Leonel’s grandfather, had once ruled the country as the Head of State. Leonel, his brothers and cousins, grew up in military and political settings, with soldiers and guns, and a constant sense of enemy presence hovering over them. Kyenpia had known this before pledging her future and that of her unborn children to Leonel. Yenkat…

This Thing Called Love #3

Read previous episodes here RACHAEL AND I were in love, crazily in love, with each other. It was pure bliss. I was residing on cloud nine, sharing my life and aspirations with the girl of my dreams – or so it seemed. From the moment we actually became a couple I assumed full responsibility for her. You see, I was raised with the notion that a real man ought to treat his woman with utmost respect, handle her delicately, and take great care of her – meeting her every need, as humanly possible as he could. My father perfectly modelled this concept. What better example did I need? None! So, with this view firmly tucked in the recesses of my mind, I paid for Rachael’s campus accommodation because she lived quite a distance from UNILAG. I regularly bought her gift items such as clothes, bags, shoes, jewelleries, and other related…

This Thing Called Love #1

Hi fam! Here’s a new one from Ikenna Igwe. Please read and drop your thoughts. It runs for the entire week! BEFORE I BEGIN my story I’d like to say a few words about love. Yes, it’s a beautiful thing. And yes, being in love with someone who genuinely reciprocates it is nothing short of divine. So, when you do find true love, hold it dearly, nurture it carefully, and, more importantly, treat it with the respect it deserves. It’s true that love hurts. But let’s not forget…it also heals. Here is my story… I was reliable informed, by my parents, that I exited into our planet on a rainy Monday night, in the month of July, in the late 70’s. My mother had just finished eating dinner, and was about to drink a glass of water, when she felt some contractions in her womb. Yes, that was me, poking…

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