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Stranger In Lagos #1

ENIOLA I hate Lagos. It is a city of vermin and lost souls. The darkest hearts live there. The air its citizens breathe is tainted with evil. You stay there long enough and you become part of the darkness. Even an innocent child is not immune to its perversion. Of course, like every megacity in the world, it’s a place where dreams come true. The skyscrapers, fast cars, bright lights and nightlife will always enthrall you. Each street is booming, and every destination boasts of its own distinctive spirit. From beaches to bars, hotels and local joints, adventure calls. It is the hub of modern Africa. The story of the Dark Continent cannot be told without giving Lagos its due mention. The core of oil-rich Nigeria rests on this legendary cinematic city. But it isn’t always pretty or inspiring. Behind the booming industries and glass-walled boardrooms, posh boutiques and luxury…

Omoge Campus #7

Read episodes 1- 6 of Omoge Campus TEMI After an hour and a half at the clinic, I left there feeling considerably better. I had filled a form that was basically a questionnaire I guessed was meant to assess my state of mental health. I had another appointment in a week and my therapist urged me to call him the moment I had any issues. While money has never been a problem for me, I was quite surprised when neither the receptionist nor the doctor himself said nothing about my bill. After signing all the necessary paperwork, I bade them both goodbye, promising to call if anything was amiss. After being cooped up in my apartment for days, I had no desire to rush back there so I decided to make a quick stop at home and visit with my family before going back to school. I booked an Uber…

Boys With Toys #7

Anticipate a Valentine’s special next weekend. I won’t tell you what it is but just anticipate. This post is dedicated to @Coolrosebelle from her beau. Previous Episodes It was love at first sight for Khalid when she came into the kitchen. She was a gorgeous little girl with a contagious smile that touched something profound in him. She looked every bit like Monet except for a Nubian nose he was sure was from her father. Brown, curious eyes searched Khalid’s before they looked up at Mrs. Tunji for some form of introduction. “Hope, darling, this is another friend of your mommy’s. Could you say hi to him?” Hope gave a wave and a smile. “He’s Uncle Khalid,” Mrs. Tunji introduced. “Khalid, meet Hope.” At first Khalid was unable to say a word. He was not so good with kids and this one in particular, was making him feel all sorts…

Boys With Toys #4

It took just three weeks to get them all out of sorts. Meetings upon endless meetings birthed sleepless nights where they had to come up with the year’s calendar, embark on researches, build a system on the foundation of a pre-existing one with a mix of a totally new fashion culture to fit the market, and finally to emerge with fresh designs for a new era of Guru and Monet. It was total madness! What came as a blessing to all four guys was fast turning into a burden and they found themselves stretched beyond their limits. For Madu who was in charge of public relations, he devised a way to lessen his load. Being the lastborn in his family, he was accustomed to having people do his duties, hence he simply thrust the bulk of his responsibilities to some young dude who was only too glad to be employed…

Brotherhood – 2 by Shai

The Brotherhood sent Chike to deliver their message. Tunde could still remember….his memory of that afternoon’s discussion causing him to smile to himself as he hit his home-bound stretch.                  ***** “Tunde, my friend before before,” Chike bellowed as he barged into his office that Friday afternoon. He was always doing that Tunde reflected as he continued his run.  He had looked up from the legal deposition papers he was working on, the smile beginning to form at the edge of his mouth chasing away his feigned annoyance at the intrusion. It was evidence of his obvious pleasure at seeing his childhood friend. “Chike, enyim. My brother from another mother. The only Igbo brother I can vouch for, who would not scam me.” “Nna, na me be dat,” Chike replied as they clasped hands and engaged in theirbrotherhood embrace. “But na before before o. I no fit talk if you be…

Fish Brain Clan (10) Loretta

LORETTA The red cab parked before a residential building that had a high fence and a shiny, red gate. Nothing about the house’s exterior indicated that it was a hospital; not even a post. “Oga, you sure say na dis place?” I asked the cab driver and he nodded with conviction. “I don carry plenty customer come here well-well,” he said and honked his horn. A gateman came out from the building and walked to us. “Oga good evening,” I said to him. “Dem carry any man wen break hand come here now-now?” The gateman nodded. I paid the cab driver our fare and dragged drunken Monica out of the cab. Fiyin had stepped out already and was on her way in. The gateman must have thought Monica was a patient needing help as he half-carried her in. He led us into the reception area and my antennae went up.…

Fish Brain Clan (9) Habeeba

HABEEBA Tuesday Evening. Kaduna I walked into Baba’s room. He was seated on his bed, counting the beads on his Tesbi, praying silently. I turned away and walked back to the sitting room. It had been a long day and a very bad one. After what I went through with Kabir, all I wanted to do was remember the opulence I saw in his family’s mansion. It was a sad reminder of the kind of life I didn’t have, the kind of life I desperately desired. From the polished marble floors to the lavish walls and furniture, everything overwhelmed me. I wanted very much to get a tour of the whole mansion but Kabir was more interested in getting me into his room. I had been drawn in by deep, exotic fragrances of the orient and had my eyes being caressed by thick, rich curtains with shimmering gold trimmings. That…

Fish Brain Clan (7) Bem

BEM I’m out of juice. Today I nicked an artery and almost killed my patient, almost got myself into trouble. Standing in the theatre, scalpel in hand, I lose track of time until the consultant calls my name. I look at him. I’m sweating. I can’t think clearly. “Bem?” the consultant calls again and I give him a glance, still distantly. A nurse swipes at my sweaty forehead and some kind of cool takes over. I know I must continue. Four hours later, I step out of the theater. I’m done for the day; I’m headed home. I don’t even change clothes. I just head straight for my car in my scrubs. Loretta is on my mind. I haven’t seen her in six days and I’m beginning to worry. The last I saw her was at Accident and Emergency on Sunday after our fight. She avoided my eyes as she…

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