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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…

Dugo #2

His relationship ended with a smashed camera. Four years of invested emotions tumbled off the ledge of a window that was three floors up and hit the ground. Ace held his breath, cringing, as he watched the camera meet its untimely death. He had been careless with it a few seconds ago, having placed it on the ledge so that he could taste the rich goodness of his spicy Masala tea. His elbow then nudged the device and sent it tumbling down. Behind him sat his girlfriend. His only love. His lifeline on many occasions. It was she who had gifted him the camera just a week ago. It cost her almost a quarter of a million. She wanted to support his newly-found love for photography. What was he going to tell her? “I’m going down to get it,” he announced, hurrying out the door. She gave no reply. He…

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…

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…

Dear High Mistress #7

Episodes 1 – 6 of Dear High Mistress It felt weird when he woke to find a beautiful face that was not Christie’s. For a second he forgot where he was, but when soft, wet lips touched his cheek, he was reminded of everything. The consumed bottles of champagne, blithe banter, intemperate laughter, brazen covetousness, hungry kisses, fiery touches, loud moans, primal movements on soft, cottony sheets in a room glowing dimly with scented candles…it all came to him in a rush. The guilt was there too, hanging over him like a heavy cloud. But that seemed like it was all it could do. It had been there from the moment Comfort left her position and took his lips and he did nothing to stop her. “You can stay in all day.” The wet lips left his cheek and caressed his ear as warm fingers traveled down his tummy. “I…

Dear High Mistress #5

And because I still owe you one more episode… Catch up on Dear High Mistress He loved to stay in hotels. He owned exquisite homes scattered around Lagos, all good enough for his taste, but he preferred the luxury of hotel suites for some unknown reason. This strange behavior birthed one of the popular rumors about him, as it was whispered that he belonged to a secret cult and had been warned not to live in any of his houses or he would die. But none of that was true. Imade Harrison sometimes spent nights at home with his wife. They had a cold marriage but were both reasonable enough to engage in the infrequent marital intercourse, usually initiated by Imade himself, who sometimes got aroused while watching his wife’s TV show. He didn’t consider himself a sexual being. His pursuit of wealth gave him more orgasms than any vagina…

Dear High Mistress #4

Please, if you are using opera mini to view this, either clear your entire cache or switch to a better browser like Google Chrome. I have been getting complaints from some of you about not being able to read everything. Unfortunately, I can’t fix the problem if I don’t know what it is because I don’t experience it on my end. My phone browser and Google Chrome work just fine. On my laptop, my Google Chrome, Firefox and Explorer work fine as well. Same on my husband’s phone. So it’s not from my site but from your browsers. Switch it or clear your cache. And you can apply this fix for any browsing issues you have anywhere else. Read previous episodes of Dear High Mistress It was hard to accept that Mark was gone. Harder to stare at him as he lay in state as if he was having…

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