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Stranger In Lagos #1

Hi everyone! Today, we kick off with Stranger In Lagos as we come to the end of Dear High Mistress. DHM will resume in two weeks with the final episodes. To keep up with Stranger In Lagos, ensure that you are subscribed to this blog. Follow Moskedapages on Facebook and on Twitter as @moskedapages. Don’t forget to share each episode on your social media platforms. And lastly, please drop a comment. I need your feedback, always. It never gets old. It’s what gives me joy coming back here over and over. For members, Biyankavitch begins in March. Keep your fingers crossed. I will be giving free access to two of my Ghanaian fans. Not today, though. Anyways, fam, enjoy this first episode and tell me what you think about it. Stranger In Lagos is a ride you don’t want to miss. ENIOLA I hate Lagos. It is the city of…

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 #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 #12

This is a bonus for the public holiday. Enjoy! “I don’t want to go with her.” Toni’s lips pressed together in a silent sigh. She had this overwhelming fatigue she couldn’t do away with. Duke woke up with a fever and Ruby with a mood. Both of them were to spend the weekend with Nkechi as directed by the court. Toni had won full custody while Nkechi was given visitation rights. She was allowed one weekend with the children in a month and also one of the holidays in the year. The judge’s final decision hadn’t gone well with her, but so far she was being mature about it. She wasn’t the only one upset over the new turn events. Ruby had fostered a temper since Toni broke the news to her. “Ruby, baby…” Toni sat on a kitchen stool beside her. She was engaged in her favorite pastime of…

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