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Stranger In Lagos #9

YEMI If you want something done, you have to do it yourself. Or so they say. It simply means you should handle your own mess. And nobody knows how to get into a messy situation like I do. Handling it, on the other hand, is a tale for another day. Falling in love with another female after being badly burnt by my ex is going to be chaos. If I had known Halim would be this much distraction for me, I would have turned her away the moment she showed up at my door. I can’t spend four years cleansing myself of my past, just to jump back into a similar situation. I just can’t. I skip breakfast this morning, which is something I don’t do. Who eats when they want to carry out a seemingly heartless act? I feel the horns growing out of my head as I think…

Boys With Toys #18

Good evening my brothers and sisters in the Lord. It is with a chill heart I bring you this episode. Please enjoy. I had terrible network during the weekend, even before the long ass rain. IANS is on it’s way. But not today or tomorrow or next tomorrow. 😀 I’m posting this tonight because the only free time I may have this week is to feature other bloggers. Anyways, I’ll be on Inspiration FM and Classic FM this weekend on Friday and Saturday respectively. I won’t be talking about cheating wives, though. It’s all about The Fourth Finger, sponsored by Etisalat and powered by Okadabooks. Please, keep a date. Have a lovely night! *kisses! . . . . . . . Eyes followed him from the entrance door, all the way to the elevator and right up to his floor. They didn’t leave him when he stopped briefly to speak to one…

It’s Another Novocaine Saturday #3

Hi guys, I want to say something… I have failed you guys… By not answering comments as I should… I feel bad over this… I am very sorry…. I’ll start doing things right from today. Thank you. And for today’s episode… Kasiobi’s mouth has just gone dry. His hands holding his phone are both unable to move. Lexus’ last message has somehow become the only thing on his phone screen. -Yours, Kas. She’s your baby. His mouth gets drier. “Kas, what’s going on?” Kira questions but her voice seems to him like it’s coming from outer space. He has no idea what she just said. Everything else apart from the message ceases to be relevant. “Kas?” He feels a little pain on his arm and comes to. “Talk to me or I’ll pinch you again,” Kira threatens. “Excuse me, abeg.” He pushes her away and gets off the bed. He…

Boys With Toys #9

Happy Valentine’s Day, people! And happy birthday, KKN. Have fun reading this Valentine episode. Unfortunately, I would be absent for a while. Guest posts will continue. So enjoy and please, share this across social media. It’s just once click and it’s done. and yes, talk to me about it in the comment section. Make love and not war! Thanks. Read Previous Episodes and Episode Eight Bankole was beginning to hate his boss, Mr. Duro. The man was a taskmaster and particularly had it in for him. He often loaded him with work that wasn’t under his area of specification and didn’t understand the use of an email to pass messages. He would either call him or ask to see him to get information or results over projects in person. This particular afternoon, he wanted to see photo concepts for their March magazine issue which he ordered Bankole to work…

Boys With Toys #6

Sorry, this is coming late. The email notifications will be delayed as well. Hope you enjoy reading it. For those of you who have contacted Audrey Timms and the email bounced back, try dianaokhah@yahoo.com The boardroom was alive with voices raised in intense argument. The topic was over the type of models to use for G&M’s first fashion show in Nigeria and Bankole noticed that the person who ignited the debate was not participating in it. Guru was busy with two junior designers in a corner, their chairs surrounding a small coffee table. Banky wasn’t contributing to the noise as well. He watched in indifference. His colleagues were an interesting lot, comprising of all types of people—the fashionable, the very fashionable, the gay, the straight, the superficial, the talented, the business-minded, the troublemakers, the troubleshooters and the lazy. When he was tired of trying to read each person, he faced…

Boys With Toys #3

“Oga, na dis street?” Khalid answered the question with a distracted nod. His eyes were fixed on the exterior of his house where a utility van was parked. “Just stop here.” The cab rolled to a halt at the sidewalk of the quiet street that led to the house. “We’ll wait small,” Khalid told the cab driver. The man looked like he wanted to protest but one stare into Khalid’s face gave him a change of mind. The wait was a long one and all through the period, Khalid secured his eyes on the van. Finally, the pedestrian gate of the house opened and a young, fine-looking man with a fit body in a pair of denim pants and a shirt, stepped out and got into the van. “Quick! Drive to that van!” Khalid pointed. The cab driver revived the engine and aimed straight for Khalid’s house. “Oga, you don…

To Tame A Virgin #9

Read previous posts of To Tame a Virgin HERE “So…you’re not going to tell me what happened to you, Temi?” Uyi was sitting with Temi on her bed, under the dimming light of a rechargeable lantern in her bedroom. The power had gone out, having run out of electricity credits on the meter. Temi was wrapped in a thin bedsheet, her fingers toying with the frames of her glasses, while Uyi sat facing her with knees drawn up to rest his chin on. “I don’t want to talk about it,” Temi replied his question. “And Uyi… I think it’s late. And you should go.” Uyi looked at her, surprised. “Late?” he stared at the clock on the wall. “Temi, it’s just nine.” “I know. Still, just…go” she looked around her restlessly, avoiding his eyes. “I know I sound rude but I just want to be alone now.” “Alone to do…

To Tame A Virgin #8

Today’s post is dedicated to Toyin Onifade. She knows why. Read previous episodes of To Tame A Virgin HERE #8 Uyi had not been able to sleep. A couple of things were bugging his mind. The first was the fact that his mother called. She never called unless she saw one of her ‘visions’, and they were usually bad. “Omoruyi, I don’t like what I saw oh,” she spoke into the phone, breathing heavily. “Mama, what have you seen now?” he had sighed. “Hmmm… I can’t tell you but I need you to pray and stay away from strange girls, Omoruyi. Stay away from them! They will destroy you.” When she hung up, Uyi put his phone aside and began to wonder which girl was strange in his life. Was it Temi who had disappeared without warning? Or Vivian who had been calling him and begging to visit Abuja again?…

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