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Infections Of Love #1

Mo Priye brings us this mini series Infections of Love. In this memoir, the reader finds a young man conjure memories which selectively charts his journey with the opposite sex; exploring the bonds, confusions, denials, misfortunes, aches and other byproducts of love in subtle and overt ways. This memoir not only narrates the estranged relationships, but questions the validity of love.  Whoever the gods choose to destroy they first make fall in love.  — Mo Priye HOW DO YOU PROPOSE LOVE? All Stories are love stories… Can you tell of that feeling in movies when a guy goes with intent to propose his love to a girl he has been crushing on, but is met at a half open door by this girl of his dreams with a really cute guy behind, both half naked and smelling of intimate passion? That was me with Anita. I first saw her in…

Say You Will Stay #16

*** *** *** “Issy-sweetie, you are scaring me. We’re all worried about you. Mum hasn’t stopped crying. Lotachi has called twice. She wants me to go on my knees when you wake up. She wants you to know she will be the best sister-in-law ever. Trust me, that girl loves you. Just like Ifeanyi and Daddy.” Obinna stopped to avoid mentioning Chibuzor’s name. Isio looked like she had simply gone to sleep. If he just looked at parts of her face. Around her forehead, cheeks and the bridge of her nose. She looked fine. Not like the unconscious body he found beside his daughter’s at the bank of the river. Her dress was muddy. Just like his daughter’s. Her hair, wet. Drenched in soil that clung to strands of her twists. Strands that had come apart. The way he came apart when he saw their bodies. When Chibuzor called him…

Say You Will Stay #15

Obinna’s stomach groaned. The strain of Isio’s feeding had gotten to it. He had to abandon his belt after she served him two heaped plates of Nigerian Chinese rice. Last night, it was pounded yam with a bowl of afang stew. Another bowl of egusi stew with the kind of meat that tasted like game meat. Right after, she knelt before him and unzipped his pants. He would have enjoyed himself more if a tooth had not come dangerously close. Afterwards he had held her and reassured her. It had started on Tuesday evening. When he came back from work and found Chibuzor in his room. He was showing Isio the new tattoo on his lower rib cage. A scorpion tattoo. It wouldn’t have bothered him that she was bent double looking at it, if she didn’t seem so comfortable. On their first night together, she hadn’t been that comfortable…

Stranger In Lagos #8

HALIM Yemi is having himself a merry little Christmas today. The classic Frank Sinatra piece invades my privacy and drags me out to the living room. Christmas is a month away, but not for Yemi who began playing yuletide music from the night before. He also seems to be in a good mood as I find the living room spotless. The bachelor space with its blue-themed décor and wall-to-wall shelves lined with books is not something I’d exactly call modish. It gives more of a laidback vibe, much like Yemi himself. He emerges from the kitchen, bare-chested, his lower body clad in jeans. “She finally wakes up from her hibernation. I thought you’d be sleeping in all year.” “Good morning.” “Actually, good afternoon.” He wipes wet hands on a napkin he’s holding. “I’m about to have lunch. You want some?” “No, thanks.” “Halim…” More wiping of hands on the towel.…

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…

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