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The Scratch On Your Shoulder #3

Read previous episodes of The Scratch on Your Shoulder It felt like he was going on a date with her for the first time. He was nervous, and he must have taken more than a thousand steps in his living room as he walked in circles, rehearsing the words he would say to her. “Why are you talking to yourself?” He stopped moving, just realizing that his six-year-old granddaughter was in the room with him. She was seated on the floor, legs crossed, elbows resting on her knees as round eyes stared up at him in curiosity. She was Fajr’s daughter. Fajr had become his favorite child after his marriage to Hadiza crashed, for the reason that she had been the most hit by the divorce and had chosen to stay with and comfort him. Basim, and the lastborn, Hajara, had not cared as much as Fajr did. Fajr had…

The Scratch On Your Shoulder #2

Read the previous episode of The Scratch On Your Shoulder here Nero hated funerals. They were all the same to him. Slow and depressing.  Just like this one. Almost everyone had something to say about the person who had passed away; even though he had made it known repeatedly that he didn’t want anybody washing him with head-swelling words. “Dance in remembrance of me. Meet new people. Eat, drink, and get drunk. Then have one-night stands. All on me!” The video was out there on Twitter. It had over a million views and was massively shared on Facebook and Instagram too. Yet, people showed up for the occasion with long faces and saggy shoulders.  “Who are all these people for fuck’s sake?” Nero asked his fiancée, Joy, who was standing beside him. She hushed him. So, he chose to stare at the coffin, instead. It was black, perfectly furnished. Nero…

Where To Find Breasts #31

Fiyin’s front door was open, which wasn’t an unusual thing. She had never seen reason to take security seriously. Kyenpia had scolded her many times in the past over being halfhearted about her safety. She always reminded her of her financial status and how it made her a soft target for kidnappers. Leonel had also talked to her about hiring a bodyguard, but Fiyin laughed it off and told him that it was ridiculous. He had still gone ahead to send a security guard to man her gate and secure her house. He told Kyenpia that he was disappointed in Fiyin’s parents for taking their daughter’s safety so lightly. His conclusion was that they didn’t care about her. Kyenpia agreed with him to a certain degree, remembering how much Fiyin’s parents had left her to be all on her own through her formative years. It was ridiculous how they popped…

Where To Find Breasts #29

Ishi wasn’t expecting this much of a sabbatical calm this morning. He was prepared for the stares, the questioning faces, the wariness, but not the silence. It wasn’t that the silence was any different from what he was used to in the past whenever he was up on the stage to minister; it was more of what it meant. This was his first time ministering since he left the church. He was aware that his dereliction had been a disappointment to many, even though he hadn’t come out directly to tell them that he was turning away from the faith. The tabloids had been brutal with the gist about his relationship with Kyenpia, and unlike the previous scandal he had with her, he didn’t deny the rumors this time. It affected his followership, with a good half of his fans drawing conclusions about him. There was no smoke without a…

Where To Find Breasts #27

Good morning!If you don’t get my newsletter that keeps you updated on latest posts, it’s probably because you haven’t signed up. Please do so by scrolling through the home page to find the sign up widget. If you have signed up and you still don’t get the newsletter, check your email promotions or social boxes. Or just check your spam box. Golden orange rays from a sun that was beginning to set broke into Kyenpia’s vision as she woke up. She lifted a hand to shield her eyes and slowly got off the bed. The headache she had battled with this morning was gone. Last night, she had mostly been awake. Kane was ill, and had cried throughout. Emem was gracious to step in and help. Leonel had been of no use. Kyenpia discovered, quite annoyingly, that he was bad with kids. He wasn’t Leonel, of course. That one was…

Vows Are Meant To Be Broken #3

Read previous episodes of Vows Are Meant To Be Broken by Nneoma Obieze I still could not believe my terrible luck. I was not supposed to be in town for another week, but when I received Sharon’s text, I knew I could not keep it off. She was pregnant and threatening to run to Kara and tell her everything. My Kara. I opened my eyes again and there she was. I knew she had not left since morning, because her hair was still as messy as it was when the doctors came that morning. I could talk. I even wanted to, but guilt had glued my mouth shut sonce morning. I feared that she would ask why I had returned too early or without notifying her. I had no nobel reason for doing so. How would I tell her that someone was carrying the child we could not have together?…

Where To Find Breasts #12

Read previous episodes of Where To Find Breasts The first time she flew in a private jet was the morning after she met Leonel. She remembered feeling out of her element, fighting everything in her that was inclining towards him so fast. He seemed too good to be true. It was as though someone had taken her teenage fantasy of the perfect man and inserted him into her adult life. She blamed the romance books she had read when she was younger; and she had read so many of them. Fiyin had been her source then. She was the rich one in their little friendship triangle. She spent her holidays outside the country where she bought the latest Mills & Boon and Harlequin romance novels. Upon return, she would sneak some to Amaka who wasn’t permitted to read such literature, and then visit Kyenpia at her foster home and spend…

Where To Find Breasts #8

Read previous episodes of Where To Find Breasts Nightlife in Tel Aviv did not come alive until 10 p.m. The city always conjured warm memories for Captain. During his younger years, Tel Aviv had been his source for pleasure and business, and maybe even for love – if he could call love, what he shared with his late wife. Their first two visits had each lasted a whole week, seeing the sights, dining with people that mattered, and finishing off their nights in clubs. Emem had wanted to leave the city to visit the holy places, but Captain didn’t subscribe to religion then. He considered himself a hedonist, and sometimes, a sadist. Emem had been allowed to pursue her faith, as long as she didn’t ask him to be part of it. When they came holidaying the third time, she left him alone in Tel Aviv for a short pilgrimage…

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