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Long Night #12

Daniel stood before the mirror, carrying out his final checks before heading out. His hair could probably use a cut, not that his girlfriend seemed to mind. His girlfriend, the thought of that thrilled him. How long had he known her and she had come to matter this much to him? His lips curved into a smirk, Morayo, his beautiful girlfriend. He picked his car keys and headed out to work, the smirk still on his lips. In the car, his thoughts went through every moment he had spent with her. It had been one long crazy ride, like a racecar speeding down a race track. He remembered the day he had teased her in the office with the toy, making her cum so hard she almost got caught by her subordinates at work. She had scolded him after that, but they had tumbled into the sheets right after. Apparently,…

The Bro Code #8

Why the hell is Uju calling me, Obi thought, even as he noticed a slight glimmer of suspicion momentarily cloud Pablo’s eyes. Fuck! Not again, he was not going to allow this woman come between he and his friends. Never again! “Guys, I swear on my life, as in, the Igbo don comot for my eye, I have no idea what this is about.” He held his phone up to the sky for the heavens to bear him witness. Ayo looked intently at Obi and then at Pablo. “We know, don’t worry.” “We know? We? You too, Pablo?” Pablo released the eba that had been clenched in his fist, back into the soup. He noticed he had been holding his breath and released it. He smiled at Obi. “That was years ago, I know you don’t have anything to do with it.” He paused. “This is all my fault guys,…

Where To Find Breasts #17

Read previous episodes of Where To Find Breasts Yenkat hugged herself, rubbing her upper arms, even though she wasn’t cold. The air this morning was humid. As humid as the cell she had been locked in through the night. The smells and sights from her short incarceration at the police station wouldn’t leave her head. She was traumatized from the experience, shivering now and then, especially each time the memory of what she had gone through came to her. Last night, Amaka begged her not to leave her home, telling her how much fun they were going to have if she slept over like the other ladies planned to do. But Yenkat’s night plans didn’t include the ladies. She was craving Omar’s body against hers and the comfort of his deep voice whispering soothingly into her ears. Kyenpia who understood just what she needed, sent for Clarence to come take…

Biyankavitch #13

Previously on Biyankavitch… The Bahagos were on a weekend getaway at Liana Resort. Things were going well until the baby of the house, Jethro, fell into a coughing fit that let him grasping for his life. Bianca’s verdict: He was poisoned. His girlfriend was the top suspect. Here’s what happened next… Facts about Jethro’s case. He didn’t die. But he was almost there. And he could get there any moment. His father had threatened hail and fire on the Bahagos if his son didn’t come out alive. Ola, his girlfriend, was not a killer – in principle. She readily confessed when the back of my hand assaulted her baby face. I didn’t tell anyone in the family that she was responsible for poisoning Jet, because I wouldn’t have been able to get information from her if I did. I knew who was responsible for the attack, and I was going…

Novocaine Knights #12

Previous Episodes The words were stuck on his tongue. He didn’t know how to let them out. Spilling that type of news wasn’t going to be as easy as he had imagined. Across the table sat Lexus, Vhasti in her hand and a leg thrown over the armrest of her chair. One part of her breakfast went to Vhasti and the remaining barely made it into her mouth. Dominic noted that her lazy eating habits had not changed over the years. He took two sips of his coffee and tried at the words again but he failed. “Your hair is growing,” he said instead. “Yeah.” Lexus put a hand over the half of her head that was shaved. It was dark and contrasted with the other half which fell across her face in shocking red. “I want to cut the whole thing so it can grow together.” “And you’ll finally…

This Thing Called Love #6

FOR A COUPLE of weeks I couldn’t eat or sleep properly. Certainly, I was astounded by the unexpected turn of events. Is this real – or am I trapped in some demented nightmare? I wondered, severally. Before this time I’d often wondered how it felt to be heartbroken by a loved one. Now I knew firsthand. I felt like my heart was in fragments – a million and one fragments. Most of the time I was restless; and there were times I cried, bitterly. My world had been turned topsy-turvy. Once or twice I even contemplated suicide. How could Rachael do this to me? Why did Rachael do this to me? I thought repeatedly. An expression I once read in a magazine flashed constantly through my mind. It read: sometimes the good guys get the bad girls while the bad guys get the good girls. The former rang true in…

Say You Will Stay #7

*** *** *** Obinna did not let his back rest fully on the armchair. He sat almost on its edge, phone in hand. Going through his messages with a purposeful, occupied look on his face. She was busy buttering wholemeal toasts in the kitchen for him. Toasts, he didn’t really want. But it had been easier to say yes. She had seemed so uncomfortable. So he said yes to toasts and he had been glad he did. As much as he loved these moments with her, there were times where he felt suffocated by it all. The attention she gave him. Her beauty. Her politeness. They all seemed like gongs, brass and bells – parts working together in a grand clock. Strategies to make him fall for her. It reminded him too much of Kelly. Although Kelly didn’t have the gentle manners of Isio, she wasn’t the Kelly she…

Girls #12

Thanks to everyone reading and especially those who have been commenting. I’m so sorry that I haven’t been able to respond. Getting time to respond or write these days has been something else. January and February have been so hectic. I will get to the comments, I promise. Thanks for reading and for your patience. Have a fabulous day.        *** “You are Uncle Kola?” John asked. Kenny stayed behind John. Between John and the half-opened door. The firm courage the person at the door was supposed to bring in, missing. She didn’t want John in her home. She didn’t want John looking at Uncle Kola with eyes that told her they knew each other.   “What do you want?” John’s voice was harsh. Unusually harsh. “What do you want here?” Uncle Kola opened his mouth briefly then sat back down. He glared at John. A menacing glare that…

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