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The Scratch On Your Shoulder #6

Cheta’s visit to Ransome’s house had been a bootless errand. In three hours, she was back home, cussing herself for being vulnerable in front of a man and swearing that it would never happen again. The house was quiet when she got in. She peeped into the living room and kitchen but didn’t find anyone. Quietly, she went up the stairs. She dropped her overnight bag in her bedroom and stopped at Obi’s door. She heard him talking to someone as she knocked. He came to the door seconds later, taking his phone away from his ear. He had been on a call. “You’re back,” he muttered. “Yeah.” She stared at the mess that was his bedroom. “Everything okay?” “Yup.” “Good. Clean your room before breakfast tomorrow. And please, let in some fresh air…” “He called.” “Who?” “Dad.” “He called? Why?” “Said you weren’t picking your phone. Said you should…

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…

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