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Naija Heels On Cobbled Streets – The Final Part

Many thanks to the Moskeedapages family. Thanks for all your comments. You totally rock. And to the Queen herself, Sally, thanks for having me on here. You inspire me.                                                                                          *** Andrew was standing between her and her front door. He had stopped walking towards her. But the look on his face wasn’t the friendly one that she’d come to expect from him. Sade knew she needed to stay calm. But inside, her heart was doing somersaults. It didn’t help that the pain ravaging her back had started to spread to her inner thighs. “I know you love Niyi,” she started, supporting her baby-bump with one hand. “He cares about you…” “Liar,” Andrew screamed. “He used me.” “He is your friend.” “He knew I liked him. I didn’t tell him but he knew. I helped him in Lisbon, amado. I moved my business here for him…” “Why didn’t you…

Naija Heels On Cobbled Streets #11 By Olajumoke Omisore

Sade’s tears gushed like rain after a long drought, refusing to cease until he put his arms around her. “It was my fault those men did what they did to me.” Even though the lights were off, she knew he was avoiding her eyes. He held her head next to his chest. “I was warned off by the son of the Portuguese client I worked for.” He started slowly, letting each word hang in the air as if those words were alien to him. “I had decided to quit escorting but Mama wanted to finish building her house. She needed more money. Femi too. He wanted a new car. He said he needed it to drop you off for lectures. You were struggling with your health…” “So, you went back because of us?” She wiped her face with the back of her hand. “No. No, babe. I went back…

Naija Heels On Cobbled Streets #9 By Olajumoke Omisore

They say adrenaline kicks in when fear confronts one. Yet, the fear weighing her down felt stronger than the steeliness of the strange hands around her. He was a stranger whose scent now invaded her space. She drew breath and decided to fight. A baby had implanted itself inside her. An unexpected miracle. One that ought to be protected. She packed her love for her tiny tot in a wriggle. The stranger anticipated her move as she swung her right leg backwards. He slammed her head against the wall cabinet overhead, releasing her as her legs crumpled under her weight. Sade felt herself falling. *** “Sade, please wake up, babe.” She could hear a familiar voice urging her to open her eyes but her head hurt so much it ached every time she gulped in air. “I have called 999.The ambulance and police will be here soon.” Another…

Naija Heels On Cobbled Streets #8 By Olajumoke Omisore

Niyi lowered her onto the sofa. He reached for her hand to calm her down and she recoiled, giving him a look he’d seen in her eyes before. A very long time ago. “I grabbed you to stop you,” he rubbed his face. The alcohol in his body had started to take effect. But it was seeing her recoil in fright that thrashed his spirit. “You know me Sade. I would never hurt you. Please, tell me you know that.” “Okay.” Sade said, not daring to move from the corner of the sofa she had wedged herself in. She wanted to say she didn’t know him. Not after the way he lost it in the kitchen. But her lips stayed sealed. Years ago, you beat your father so badly, he needed hospital treatment. Then you made your brother lose his father because Mama chose you over her husband.…

Naija Heels On Cobbled Streets #7 By Olajumoke Omisore

“Get me a drink.”    Niyi told Andrew after Clara drove off. He would have darted after her if Andrew hadn’t stopped him. “That’s not a good idea. Ignore the girl. You don’t want to unleash that demon you become when you drink.” Niyi didn’t feel like a demon-to-be. He felt like a victim. The one chosen to be the butt of their joke. His head was spinning as if he had already consumed a whole barrel. “Get me a fucking drink.” Niyi shouted at Andrew with the force of the rage, ripping him apart from the inside. And as soon as Andrew disappeared back into the pub, he turned his attention to the ash bucket next to the flowerbed and kicked it so hard, its content flew into the road. He walked back in, feeling the need to curb the rage that had manifested in his balled fists. Andrew…

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