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Stranger In Lagos #14

Hi guys! We have come to a break in the story. After this episode, we’ll air our feet and come back for more. For Stranger In Lagos, the muse demands I don’t write on the go. So I will need some time. Two months tops. I want to heartily thank you all for your presence here. I hardly have time to reply comments but know that I read them all. I love you so much and I feel blessed for your constant support. Biyankavitch continues. Follow me on Instagram for a new series. Muah! ENIOLA “Go on your knees before God and ask him to forgive you for this wickedness you have done to Halim. After that, go to Eben and confess all. The darkness in your heart will destroy you, Eniola.” Pastor Love’s words. Simple, truthful and soul-rending. She has just confirmed what I have always known about…

Roses And Thorns #17

Haliru was becoming uneasy. He looked around him, trying to see if his bride was coming. He dabbed his fore-head with a soft towel, as he was visibly sweating, even in the air-conditioned cathedral. Was it possible that Tehilah had changed her mind about marrying him? “Oh no” he gasped. He was not worried about becoming the laughing stock, but he was worried about losing all his dreams; all the dreams of loving her and her child, and building a family with them. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the heavy oak doors of the cathedral opening. He turned abruptly, with a big smile on his face. Yes, his bride had shown up, or so he thought. “I hope I am not late to the party!” Adara walked up the aisle, with a mischievous smile on her face. “Happy married life, Haliru.” “You were not invited!” Haliru could…

Stranger In Lagos #13

HALIM Christmas Eve. The street decorations, especially the ones on Ajose Adeogun, arrest my attention. I peer outside from the backseat of a cab, taking in the sights like a little girl. Yemi gazes at me. He is tickled that I’m carried away by mere Christmas lights. He teases me about it when we get home a while later and I’m undressing in my bedroom. He also teases me about my addiction for baby food. In retaliation, I playfully call him out on his clumsy habit of not being able to pour anything without spilling it. But he has more jabs for me, and seeing that I’m going to lose, I push him to the bed and tickle him. I found out just a few days ago that he is ticklish. Straddling him, I torture him with my fingers, marveling at how he responds like a little child, laughing in…

Biyankavitch #7

Archie wasn’t sure he was normal. He was certain his mind was on its way to losing itself. There he sat, in the company of three of the sexiest women he had laid his eyes on, all of them next to nude, but he was miles away from them, his thoughts on Bianca. His mind had been on this undertaking of seeking Bianca at the oddest moments. Thoughts of her would occupy him unexpectedly, forcing him to recall the intimate sessions they had shared. Sometimes they would leave him smiling to himself. Other times, they gave him reason to worry. Why had she suddenly become a distraction? Why did he feel like he constantly needed to be with her? Why did he want to threaten his present existence with fantasies of bolting away to some place with her? This was the night before his wedding, his bachelor’s eve, when he…

Stranger In Lagos #12

HALIM Yemi is not so comfortable with the fact that I’m taking the trip to Abeokuta with Eben. He tells me this while we make breakfast and goof around in the kitchen with kisses. “He still loves you. I don’t trust him.” “I already told him you and I are together,” I respond to him in a moan. The heat of his breath on my ear is too much to bear. He has abandoned the eggs he’s whisking to stand behind me and hold me as I dice carrots. “I still don’t trust him.” “Trust me, then.” “I do.” Yemi’s lips leave a wet spot on my shoulder. We’ve been this way since yesterday, cuddling, spooning, kissing, chatting… Nothing sexual has happened – yet. Yemi assures me that he’s not in a hurry; we’ll get there slowly. “Just be cautious with him. If he does anything stupid…” “He won’t.” I…

Roses And Thorns #16

‘Roses and Thorns’ is back. I have been away because I have been concentrating on publishing my book. If you want more stories like this, then head over to Okadabooks and search for my two books, ‘Bullets and Roses’ and ‘Fallen Angel’. Thanks for following this story; I have been reading your comments and they are all appreciated. To all Tehilah fans, you rock!                                                *** It was the wedding day of Haliru and Tehilah. The city of Lagos was agog with talks of the impending nuptials. Everyone used Haliru and Tehilah’s pictures as relationship goals. There was no mistaking the intense love Haliru had for Tehilah, it showed in the way he looked at her. He was always caught staring longingly at the chocolate beauty. Tehilah’s dress was designed by Zazi couture, a household name in bridal fashion, with a luxurious flagship store in the heart of Lekki. The dress…

Biyankavitch #6

Days stretched into weeks and months and years. No leads to finding Bianca were given to Idris and Victoria, and all access Idris had to Captain was blocked. Idris had paid more than a few good private investigators to look for Bianca, but nothing good came out of the search. The couple of times Victoria visited Captain to demand Bianca’s whereabouts, Captain demanded for sexual favors in exchange for information. Victoria was now a woman who controlled Idris’ empire, a phoenix that had risen from the death of the simpleton she once used to be. Ambitious and ruthless, she had taken over the operations of the Bahago Farms after coming into a mutual agreement with Idris, to help expand the business across Africa. She had learned a thing or two from her past and had become steely in her deals. It was believed that she had made people disappear who…

Stranger in Lagos #11

YEMI “Halim, I think it’s time you found somewhere else to stay.” That was how I broke the news to her. Seated in the dark, with the brightness from the flashlight illuminating our faces, she had looked at me curiously when I let out those words. Her plain expression banished and its place, a look of confusion came on. “I don’t understand,” she muttered. “Is it because I talk too much?” “No.” “Or because I don’t wash the dishes immediately? It’s a bad habit and I promise to stop. Or…is it because I walk around in just bra and panties? Talk to me, Yemi. What have I done wrong? I thought we agreed that I’d stay. What happened?” I rise up from the table and do a short walk, back and forth. “Yemi?” “Halim,” I stop,” I like you. You asked me the other time if I had feelings for…

Stranger In Lagos #10

YEMI I don’t take afternoon naps. They give me all sorts of weird dreams. I always wake up sapped and cranky. I prefer morning naps. I’d stay awake all night, working, and then I go for a run by 5 a.m., come back and have breakfast, and finally crash until 2 p.m. My normal daily routine. But a client’s job keeps me awake all night, eating into my morning routine until 12 noon. Exhausted, I throw myself on my bed and pass out. Of course, I fall into one of those random dreams. And it makes no sense to me while I’m dreaming it. When I wake up some minutes after 6 p.m., all of it disappears from memory. I can literally see it vanish from my head as I try to put the pieces together. I go for a shower and cook myself a meal. It isn’t until after…

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