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Girls #11

Catch up on Girls HERE Lola tried to heave herself up when she heard her father’s voice. She didn’t want him to see her like that. Her hands were floppy. Weighing heavy beside her. Her father did not find her slumped on the floor alone. Her mother and sister were with him. But it was her father that rushed to her side. The one who called out her name and asked what happened in swiftly spoken Bini. “Is she okay?” Her mother asked. “Does she look okay?” Jackie replied whilst helping their father support Lola into bed. “I’m fine” Lola said quickly. “I think I fainted.” She had tried hard to remember. All she came up with were jumbled memories that would not fit into a coherent whole. She remembered shouting at her husband. She remembered telling him that she was going home to her parents’ and his meekness when…

It’s Another Novocaine Saturday #24 – Valentine’s Special

Happy Valentine’s Day! Enjoy the long read. For you mushy people, hold your hankies. For you who love pics, there’s enough to go round. Ekene doesn’t celebrate Valentine’s. He believes that every day is love day if you’re in a relationship. And I can’t counter that, being that he has made me feel like I’m in a romantic novel in which he’s the author and I’m the main character. My time with him has been magical. In my grief, he created rainbows and butterflies. Whenever I wake up and I feel like I can’t handle the weight of losing Peace, I would be consoled by the thought of having to pour out my heart to Ekene. For the longest time, I have felt like I owed him, and to pay the debt, I took an entire week to convert the downstairs guestroom into a man cave for him. He has…

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 #21

Good morning! Before you get to read today’s episode, I just want to send my heartfelt condolences to everyone who expressed in the comment section that they lost someone dear to them. Please, accept my sympathies. I didn’t know the episode will go that deep. I’m sorry for the sad memories it dredged up. May you all find comfort in God. On a totally unrelated note, you can subscribe to my RSS Feed to get latest updates. As long as a post comes up, you’ll get notified in the evenings. If there is no post for that day, you will not get notified. If you’re using your phone, scroll down after this post and you’ll see the widget to enter your email for subscription. If you are subscribed to the Mailchimp service already, be informed that it comes once a week only, giving you an option to read from which…

The Darker Berry #10

Read episodes 1- 9 of The Darker Berry here Breakfast was fries and scrambled eggs, prepared by Amra. She had also woken up before dawn and cleaned the entire house. When Umi came downstairs, she was served a steaming cup of tea. “I don’t do tea, Amra.” “It won’t hurt to say thank you, though.” Umi looked at her sister. She felt no beef towards her. They were sisters that loved each other despite the present situation of things. However, Umi had chosen to keep her heart at bay. It was to ready her for when Amra would break it again. “Good morning, Aunty Umi.” Umi turned her face into a smile when she saw Zainab beaming up at her. “Morning, sweetie.” She walked over to her and pulled her in for a hug. “I kept this chair for you.” The child tapped on the chair next to hers. Umi…

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…

Best Man Duty #16

Read Episodes 1 – 15 of Best Man Duty “Dot, we’re at the stage of decision making.  It used to be another set of people, now its a different set entirely” I sighed “Even Farouk, the useless fat headed Farouk, is almost getting married. All we do is get a crush on someone, or have feelings for someone who’s taken, or love someone who is not ready” I sighed again, and turned to my left side to pick my phone from the bed post. “We should do and choose one of these babes. Now Cleo has brought you back in, Lara is staying in touch but Cynthia isn’t never gon’ be our own permanently” I smiled. “You’re crazy man. So she can hold a temporary slot abi? Okay nah, what about Queen o?” “That’s the chief mumu of your harem mister. Has you at her fingertips yet she’s doing like…

Best Man Duty #15

Previously on Best Man Duty Driving on the ever busy, pothole riddled Lagos Ibadan expressway, my mind wandered in different directions.  I swore under my breath with each pothole I successfully ‘overcome’.  I donated a curse for each leader who refused to do what they should. Maybe I was cranky, maybe I was angry, maybe I was pissed, maybe I was frustrated, maybe… I had not felt that vexed with everything in a while. The universe was not working in my favour as touching my emotional issues. Why else would Cynthia tell me unequivocally that she was in love with someone else after all of our flirting and ‘encounters’? Why would Queen refuse to see reason and let us come together as a unit? I admit that I have been wrong at one time or the other. I admit that I did not concentrate fully. I admit that I…

Memoirs of A Repentant Escort #15

Catch up on episodes of Memoirs of a Repentant Escort I walked into the living room with so much pride in a face lift well done. “Hmmmm you look flawless as ever!” “I bet I do” “So where are you taking me to this time? The place where we first met? KFC?” “Actually. . .” he said stammering and picking his words one by one. Jide held me by the arms as he moved closer “Actually what?” He kept mute still “Oh! Don’t tell me it’s what I’m thinking. . . cos if it is, I’m sorry but ain’t going nowhere. “Well it is. . . I want you to meet my family again. I need you guys to start afresh. My Mother wants to meet you officially this time.” “Yea. . . at least you were nice enough not to spring it on me this time but I still…

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