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It’s Another Novocaine Saturday #22

Read all the episodes of It’s Another Novocaine Saturday I’m holding my phone. Restless, I visit Facebook for the fifth time, going through old posts. When I get tired, I stop and pull my laptop close and add a few words to a blog post I’ve been working on for days. I stop after a paragraph and visit my phone again, my eyes darting to the door that leads to the fast food joint I’m chilling in. She is late. Why is she late? Did she change her mind? Is she held in traffic? A couple of uni girls in a corner who before now were taking selfies, are presently throwing glances my way. It’s my reading glasses. I always get female attention when I have them on. Honey says I’m cuter and more approachable with them but who cares about these things? It’s not like one leaves the house…

It’s Another Novocaine Saturday #20

There is no love without forgiveness, and there is no forgiveness without love. The above quote was shared on Facebook by my mom when she was struggling with accepting Ndidi into her life. She had told me how she wanted to walk away when the girl surfaced from nowhere. “But where would I go?” Nne asked me as if I had the answer. “Your father is my home, and that home is in my heart, and I carry it everywhere I go.” I was overwhelmed by the profundity of her words. I wanted a love as hers, a heart that could forgive and seek peace no matter what. That day, I made a vow to love Honey the way my mom loved my dad. But there’s an asshole in every man. Nne also said this to me once. This asshole is known to take something good and mess it…

Girls #8

Previously on Girls Lola would have ran out of the kitchen if she could. If her head didn’t feel like it had been split in half and if she could see through her eyes.     But instead, she half-crouched, half-walked out of the kitchen. Ignoring her husband’s pleas to wait.    In the bedroom, she finally let go, chest and shoulders heaving until she started to fear for her baby.     Clutching a pillow, she wept some more. If she had not angered Kenny and her auntie, she would have parked some of her things in bags and gone to her auntie’s. She couldn’t go to her parents’ house. They liked her husband. Her mother, especially. She was fond of calling him her favourite son. Thanking him for his patience with their daughter. John was a sweet, kind man when he first approached her. He waited for a long while,…

It’s Another Novocaine Saturday #9

God bless you all for your prayers, encouraging words and messages. I can’t thank you enough. I love you guys! So to make up for lost time, there will be double episodes this weekend. One today, and the other tomorrow. Enjoy! . . . . . She has never heard her heart beat so loudly and so fast. She is certain everyone in the room can hear it. That and the nonstop flapping of butterflies in her tummy. She is a nervous wreck and not even Mahmud’s hand on hers can calm her. Her eyes are fixed on the floor. They stare hard at Mahmud’s dad’s well-manicured toes. She dares not look up at the man, with his full, white beards and rheumy eyes that enjoy seeing into her soul and ripping out her self-assurance. His wife has a more agreeable face but even the calm on it is not enough…

The Fourth Finger #21

Christie woke up alone and with the sun in her face. The room was bright with daylight. The shades had been drawn apart and she couldn’t remember doing so. She lay in bed for a while, allowing the goodness of the previous night soak into her core, leaving her face in smiles. But the day held long activities for her, so she turned off the air conditioner and placed her feet on the cold floor quite begrudgingly. She had woken up a couple of hours ago to use the toilet and when she returned to bed to lie down with her backside to Folarin’s crotch, they made love again and fell asleep exhausted. Now, she felt sore and tired. She went for a leak, came back to the bedroom and saw that there was a ring box on her dressing table. A grin spread over her lips. Folarin always made…

The Fourth Finger #20

Previous episodes of The Fourth Finger Tired after her long meeting, Christie arrived at the hospital to visit Bernadette and her baby at exactly 7pm. A nurse at the reception, upon recognizing her, presented a perky smile. “Mrs. Adediran, longest time! So nice to see you. How is the family?” “Everyone’s fine.” “And Boluwatife? Last time I saw her, her front teeth were out.” “She’s all grown now.” “Aww, my love to her. You’re here to see Mrs. Uchendu, right?” “Yes.” “Well, she is not out of surgery yet,” the nurse replied. Christie put out a confused face. “She had a caesarian?” “Yes but she’s still in the theater. There was a little complication and they had to wheel her back in.” “Complication? What happened?” “Nothing serious. It will be sorted out. The baby is fine, though. You can go and see him. It’s not visiting hours but just because…

The Fourth Finger #19

Toni carried that look on her face that women are often said to have after a wonderful night with men they love. She just couldn’t stop smiling, although she had kept a composed demeanor when Andre took her home the next morning and plastered kisses on her face and neck. “I’m going to miss you, Arinola.” He kept his constantly-focused eyes on her. She wanted to tell him she would miss him too; instead she leaned over and kissed his chin. It was her favorite place on his body to kiss apart from his lips. She loved the way his stubble felt on her face “I’m beginning to understand your subliminal language, young woman.” He laughed. “In other words, you’ll miss me too. It’s aiight. My regards to your mom and bon voyage.” When he was gone and she was alone, Toni fell into a sea of mushiness, listening…

The Immortals’ Code #18

ELYON VILLA/ IGWE’S PRIVATE QUARTERS The weather was too cold for Igwe but he was determined to take his evening walk. Dressed in warm clothes, he strode out of his bedroom. An armed guard was standing in the sitting room when he came out and Igwe looked him over intolerantly. “What are you doing here? Where’s Maxwell?” “He asked me to take his place, Your Excellency.” “Please leave.” “Yes, sir.” Igwe watched him leave before he also made his way out. In the anteroom he could hear voices coming from the entrance area that was manned by security guards. The voices belonged to Maxwell and Jamila, Captain’s twin sister. They didn’t sound happy. Igwe strained his ears to listen to their conversation but he caught nothing much. He waited for a short while before they both walked in. He could see on their faces that they were ready to hide…

It’s Another Saturday…#28

Read Previous Episodes Of It’s Another Saturday I’m So Not Sorry I don’t let them drive with me. They are tailing my car and I’m wishing to God that I can just lead them off a cliff or lure them to some place where someone will have them abducted or something worse. I do not want them near the Onuoras. I honk my horn at the huge gate before me as I bring the car to a stop. A smaller, pedestrian gate opens and a uniformed guard walks out to meet me. I let down my window. “Aunty, good evening,” he greets. “Good evening, Solo. How you dey?” “Fine, ma. Erm…una no fit enter. No space to park inside.” “Oh. Okay.” “Maybe you fit give me your key make I park the car for you.” “That would be great.” I turn off the engine and step down. I walk to…

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