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Dugo #24

“I hate that we’re bonding. I really hate it.” Laika yapped in response to Ace’s words. He sat on his hind legs for a second or two, hopped up again and began skipping around. “Chill. Your turn will come.” Ace had his hands full with both dogs. Santos was in an old bathtub in the backyard, having his bath for the month. Unlike Laika who loved baths, he was grumpy about it. His droopy face didn’t hide the fact that he would rather be elsewhere, but he sat patiently, waiting to be hosed down while Laika kept on with his hops, demanding his own bath time. Suddenly, both dogs began to bark in unison, their heads craned in the direction of the gate. Ace could hear a car that didn’t sound like Dugo’s driving in. He rinsed Santos and rose up, rubbing his hands on a towel. “Stay here,” he…

Dugo #22

“I did it, Ada! I did it. I got her to say yes!” Dugo appeared from her bedroom. Holding an Ankara-designed hand fan, she swung it in her face as she watched Ace take off his sneakers at the door. A sheen of sweat covered her dark skin. She was dressed in a t-shirt alone. “You got who to say yes?” “Toyosi,” he answered, calling Toyosi’s name in a way only a Yoruba person would. “She agreed to go on a date with me.” “Okay. When?” “Tomorrow. Why are you sweating like this?” “The gen is bad. I called the gen guy four hours ago, and he’s not here. I really want to go for a swim.” “Your boyfriend has a swimming pool in his compound.” “They haven’t cleaned it in months.” Dugo looked frustrated. “Somewhere in Germany, it is winter.” She dropped into a couch. “Why is Nigeria so…

Dugo #23

And so, the marathon begins! For my new followers from Instagram, welcome. This is my blog, and if you haven’t read any of my stories here, you’re missing out on a lot. Feel free to scroll down after reading this and browse the ‘categories’ section to get your feel of the different series you can enjoy. Please, drop a comment and tell me how you feel after reading this. Thank you! My darling son, You’d be reading this after my burial, just as I planned it. I have so many things to tell you, but you would not let me come near you. I know you hate me, and that’s okay. I deserve to be hated. I have done things that I regret. I am not ashamed to let you know this now, although my pride keeps me from admitting the truth to your face or in public. I deeply…

Dugo #20

“We need to talk.” His words flew over her head like a bird winging past. She shoved her textbooks into her backpack and pretended he wasn’t standing so close to her. “Tabitha?” She zipped the backpack. “Did you hear me?” “I’m late for school.” “No, you’re not. This is just three minutes after six, and the school bus doesn’t get here until six-thirty. We have enough time to talk.” Tabitha kept her head bowed and crossed her arms. This was their first conversation since Dugo showed up. The girl had gone silent mode on him. It was something he was used to. Whenever she chose not to speak to him, it would bother him for the whole of five minutes, and then he would get over it. He didn’t ask her why she was mad this time, because he knew. She was pro-Dugo, and Dugo’s visit a few days ago…

Dugo #19

Christmas in Berlin. Heartbroken and missing Luper, Dugo spent the most part of her holiday indoors. She had never been a fan of winter, anyways. It was better to let the days pass, watching German movies and babysitting Mila’s children. It distracted her from her pain, although it couldn’t erase the regret she felt over asking for a break from Luper. On the other hand, she felt justified for going away. He had behaved foolishly. The love she bore for him had not been enough to save him from being axed. She missed him, nevertheless, and wished that things hadn’t gone the way they did. “You know you can just call him and end this nonsense, right?” Ace told her the night before. His words were a reiteration of what he had told her repeatedly over the course of three months. Her answer to him was silence. In the early…

Dugo #18

“I can’t let you do this.” There was a couch between them. A table too. And that pesky little beagle that couldn’t decide what to bark at. “Ace?” Dugo spoke in apprehension. Ace had her laptop with him. She had just gone to use the toilet. This wasn’t what she expected to see as she returned to the living room. “Put the laptop down.” “You can’t do this.” “Ace…” “Dugo… The moment you press that button and send that email, you can’t take it back. And you know what it’s going to do, right?” “I know, Idowu.” “It’ll affect the school and Luper.” “I know that.” “And you still want to get on with it?” Annoyance took hold of Dugo. “What is this, Ace? Why are you doing this now?” “Adaugo, Acadia International is twenty-one years old and it’s unquestionably one of the best schools in this country. Built on…

Biyankavitch #17

I had just told Archie I was getting married to Kashimu. As they say, the news went down smoothly like a cluster of nails. He didn’t understand it. Couldn’t comprehend it. “The guy that’s rumored to be an arms dealer?” he asked after a long time of silence. “Just rumors, Archie. He’s not anything they’ve said about him. He’s an importer, exporter.” “Really?! Perfect excuse to smuggle arms into the country and cause the deaths of many!” But I wasn’t lying. Kashimu no longer had anything to do with weapons. Captain owned it all now, under an alias that couldn’t be traced back to him. “Where did you even meet this guy from sef?” A waft of cold air blew over me. There were tiny rain droplets in it. We were at the rooftop of Léon Hotels. One of my favorite spots to chill. Drinks, barbecued chicken and one angry…

Biyankavitch #15

I had an appealing proposition for Kashimu. I wanted him to trade off his arms business to Captain. I was to be the go-between. It was hard to say no to my offer when he was appreciating the suppleness of my body. There was no sex, just good old making out, and he was losing his mind. The shipping company he formerly used for the import of his weapons had now gone clean. He no longer smuggled arms. The business disappeared into the blue like it never existed. Well, on the outside, it had never really existed. For those of us who knew, we considered it the work of a mastermind to make it vanish that way. That was how genius Kashimu was. He had told me he would do this, and he did it. No weapons, no trace. Nothing. And yet, the business was up for bid in the…

Dugo #17

If Luper hadn’t stayed so long at the mechanic’s shop, if she hadn’t come downstairs for a cup of tea, this moment wouldn’t have been happening. But here she was, granting Udazi audience again. The backdoor was open and Dugo sat there, stirring her cup of tea. Udazi had made herself comfortable in a plastic chair in the kitchen, long legs crossed. Dugo had to admit that there was something stately about the woman. Her beauty was ageless. Even in her sixties she slayed with her elegance. But maybe it was all part of her foul packaging. Her aesthetic presentation had deceived many along the years, covering the blackness of her heart, and it was still doing so. Dugo couldn’t comprehend what type of person she was. Udazi carried out her malevolent acts as if she was doing the world a favor by them. Only a short while ago, she…

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