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The Scratch On Your Shoulder #17

Hi fam! Thanks for following this series and being here all the time. Sadly, this would be the last free chapter and last episode on the blog. The good news is that the book will be out soon. I don’t have a date yet. But it will be out. Thank you, once again. This episode is dedicated to D. Thank you for the other day. You’re an angel. Traffic was insane this morning. Cheta had been on set for a shoot as early as 6:00 a.m. Two hours later, she went for a quick run and ended up spending two extra hours on her way back. She was so frustrated she almost cried. It didn’t help that her phone kept ringing nonstop. She ignored all calls until she returned to the set. Her consolation was that the shoot had progressed well in her absence. She stayed around for a while,…

The Scratch On Your Shoulder #15

It’s been a while, fam. It feels good to be back. Enjoy this episode, and please, drop a comment. I always appreciate it. Previously on The Scratch On Your Shoulder… Cheta and Nero decided to fully go into the dating thing, and so far, it has been great. Ozzy showed up from nowhere, as usual, but he gave Gold and Ransome a shocker when he revealed that he was epileptic, due to a traumatic brain injury he suffered while in jail. He still wants his revenge on Hadiza. First, he asks Ransome for some money for business. Mazino and Hadiza went down memory lane, as things began to ease up between them, thanks to Baby Muhammed. They were all getting set to leave for Dubai for Muhammed’s treatment. Joy paid Nero an unannounced visit, seeking his help. Turned out she was a drug addict the whole time. Nero wasn’t…

Review of The Colourful Secrets of Abstract Things

The first time I read Abiodun’s work, I was left with a pleasant feeling that had me smiling for a while. You know that “who is this writer?” feeling. Along the years, I was blessed to read other short stories from him, which I really loved as well. Hence, when I found out that he had a book out, I was excited and looked forward to getting a copy. The Colourful Secrets of Abstract Things is a collection of poems that depicts the reality of what it means to be a Nigerian and a Lagosian. One of the things that strike you when you start reading is nostalgia. You don’t have to be in diaspora for you to feel wistful when reading Abiodun’s poems. They revoke memories and feelings from your past, and it’s a weird thing, because he is not particularly trying to do so with his work.…

The Scratch On Your Shoulder #14

Hadiza received her visa to Dubai in her email at exactly 10:00 a.m. A minute later, Fajr walked into her bedroom. “Good morning, Mommy.” Hadiza looked closely at her, worried about how much weight she had lost over the past few days. Her eyes appeared as if they might shut down any minute. “How are you, Faj?” “I’m fine. The visas just came in.” “Yeah, I got mine.” “Alhaji has confirmed our flight for tomorrow at 4pm. He and Daddy are making arrangements with the airline for Muhammed.” “That’s great. I told you everything would be fine, didn’t I? The delay at the embassy is a blessing in disguise.” “Mommy, Alhaji paid for express visas. We were supposed to get them in twenty-four hours, but it took two days.” “Relax.” “What if it’s a sign?” “A sign?” “That…” “That what, Fajr?” “Alhaji feels that maybe Allah wants us to just…

The Scratch On Your Shoulder #13

“So, why did you ghost me?” Nero’s question was a right one at the wrong time. Cheta wished he had waited until much later to ask her. Not now when her parents were having a row in the next room over her love life. She wanted to be as calm as he was, but she couldn’t stop thinking about what was to come after this moment. Her plan to shock her father had not worked out as she had wanted it to go. Her mother had gone ahead of her and told him about Nero while she was still outside the reception venue, taking selfies with Nero. When the old man came out and stood at the top of the stairs, observing them, Nero saw him before Cheta did. He nudged her and she looked up, locking eyes with Julius. Nnedinma stepped out next, guilt on her face. “Meet me…

The Scratch On Your Shoulder #12

Forgive my tardiness and enjoy this episode. Have a great week ahead!  Nero was out of the hotel before Cheta stirred. He didn’t expect her to be up, following the events of last night. Last he checked, she couldn’t move a leg. For him, it felt like he had been granted an express ticket to paradise when he opened his eyes this morning and found her lying beside him. She was so peaceful that he checked to see that she was breathing before he snuck out to the bathroom. He got to the office as the clock struck nine. His clients were to show up in a bit. He was tired of their indecisiveness and was ready to drop them if they moved their meeting forward one more time. Phone to his ear, speaking to Obi, Nero headed towards his office. But he stopped, just as he got to the…

The Scratch On Your Shoulder #11

Having just put her granddaughters to bed, after two annoying hours of struggling with them, Hadiza craved for a glass of wine and a pill to drive away the pain in her back. She also desired to have her feet massaged. Kadiri used to be so good at it, but she had recently began to drift away from him. This wasn’t intentional. Her life as a person living in the shadows, where she had needed him the most, was ending. Yet her feelings for him persisted. He meant a lot to her, still. “Is there anything you want me to do for you?” he asked as she entered the kitchen to pour herself some wine. He had just fixed a broken knob on the gas cooker. “I’m fine. You should rest. It’s been a long day.” She got lost in the notched movements of his muscled arms as she watched…

The Scratch On Your Shoulder #10

Cheta regretted parking her car within the church premises. She had enjoyed her time at the service, though, especially when Rere led the choir. She had almost forgotten how beautifully she sang. Back then, she had been Cheta’s music tutor. Cheta marveled at how much she was still dedicated to her talent and calling. But how could she still be in the same environment that covered up her abuse? “Can we not do this again?” Naza was in the front passenger’s seat, making multiple popping sounds with the bubble gum in her mouth. “Do what?” “Church. Never again. I so want to go home and sleep. It’s a bad idea to club the night before and come to church the morning after.” “I didn’t ask you to go clubbing.” “But you asked me here, and look, we’re stuck.” “Be patient, Chinaza. Ah.” Due to human and vehicular traffic outside the…

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