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Stranger In Lagos #13

HALIM Christmas Eve. The street decorations, especially the ones on Ajose Adeogun, arrest my attention. I peer outside from the backseat of a cab, taking in the sights like a little girl. Yemi gazes at me. He is tickled that I’m carried away by mere Christmas lights. He teases me about it when we get home a while later and I’m undressing in my bedroom. He also teases me about my addiction for baby food. In retaliation, I playfully call him out on his clumsy habit of not being able to pour anything without spilling it. But he has more jabs for me, and seeing that I’m going to lose, I push him to the bed and tickle him. I found out just a few days ago that he is ticklish. Straddling him, I torture him with my fingers, marveling at how he responds like a little child, laughing in…

Biyankavitch #4

Muna snuck into the Bahago house a little past 4 a.m., after her fifth can of beer began to taste like piss. She wasn’t a drunk, but sometimes she found solace in a can or two. Tonight, she had needed more, looking for that usual relief, but the beer left her empty and sore, and with recollections of what she had done to Archie. Also recollections of her actions after she left his place. She had driven to see her ex who had pinned her to the wall, spread her legs apart as he nailed her while choking her. The sex had given her temporary relief, especially at the point when she almost passed out while at the peak of her orgasm. Afterwards, the emptiness returned. Thoughts of losing Archie for good left her scared. She was more afraid of the shame she was going to face if he pushed…

Dear High Mistress #7

Episodes 1 – 6 of Dear High Mistress It felt weird when he woke to find a beautiful face that was not Christie’s. For a second he forgot where he was, but when soft, wet lips touched his cheek, he was reminded of everything. The consumed bottles of champagne, blithe banter, intemperate laughter, brazen covetousness, hungry kisses, fiery touches, loud moans, primal movements on soft, cottony sheets in a room glowing dimly with scented candles…it all came to him in a rush. The guilt was there too, hanging over him like a heavy cloud. But that seemed like it was all it could do. It had been there from the moment Comfort left her position and took his lips and he did nothing to stop her. “You can stay in all day.” The wet lips left his cheek and caressed his ear as warm fingers traveled down his tummy. “I…

Love, Your Enemy #13

This post is dedicated to our best man, Seye, who just had his baby. Congratulations, Seye! Can a man walk on hot coals without his feet being scorched? -Proverbs 6 She couldn’t sleep. She couldn’t sit still either. Tara ambled about in her room restlessly, replaying Alice’s words about Wesley’s extracurricular accomplishments. She hadn’t been privy to the information until Alice let it out. Defending Wesley had been the best way to deflect Alice’s attack. Furthermore, Wesley was her man. It was only right that she stood by him. But she felt remorseful for the things she said about Papa. They hadn’t come from a place of disgust or disrespect. She had merely wanted to hurt Alice back, an act that was also now regretted. However, neither of that kept her pacing about in her room. It was Wemimo’s reaction to the whole drama that got her. What had…

Girls #10

Kenny clutched her phone in bed. The house was conveniently dark and quiet. She had crawled out of bed only a few times. To empty full bladders and make a cup of tea that she tipped into the sink.   She had not been to work and she could not see herself attending tomorrow either. It had started with his short message that he couldn’t come to her house on Sunday. I will call you tomorrow, he wrote. On Monday at work, she found out he had gone to Coventry. He accused her of revealing his mother’s secrets. Of not wanting to be loved. He didn’t listen to her, talking over her. It ended with her falling to the floor. Her hopes crashing with her. When the tears finally stopped, she called his phone. It had been switched off. Later, a message from him came. She swiped to the…

Memoirs Of A Repentant Escort #18

Catch up on Memoirs of a Repentant Escort The idea of Amaka walking away out of the house had left me so devastated that I couldn’t remember that I had obliged Jide’s request to pass the night in the bid to make me feel better. I didn’t know when I smacked Jide as I woke up, saw my hands all curled up against his body. He rolled and moves the back of his hand against his face making some sweet little sound like a beautiful puppy. I wasn’t gonna have none of that. I smacked him again. I guessed this time it was probably intentional. “Hey babe, what?” He asked all jerked up. “Look at the time!” I screamed pointing my hand at the wall clock in the room. “Is that your way of saying good morning?” He replied all smiling like an annoying sister enjoying bullying. “What does that…

The Darker Berry #10

Read episodes 1- 9 of The Darker Berry here Breakfast was fries and scrambled eggs, prepared by Amra. She had also woken up before dawn and cleaned the entire house. When Umi came downstairs, she was served a steaming cup of tea. “I don’t do tea, Amra.” “It won’t hurt to say thank you, though.” Umi looked at her sister. She felt no beef towards her. They were sisters that loved each other despite the present situation of things. However, Umi had chosen to keep her heart at bay. It was to ready her for when Amra would break it again. “Good morning, Aunty Umi.” Umi turned her face into a smile when she saw Zainab beaming up at her. “Morning, sweetie.” She walked over to her and pulled her in for a hug. “I kept this chair for you.” The child tapped on the chair next to hers. Umi…

Best Man Duty #16

Read Episodes 1 – 15 of Best Man Duty “Dot, we’re at the stage of decision making.  It used to be another set of people, now its a different set entirely” I sighed “Even Farouk, the useless fat headed Farouk, is almost getting married. All we do is get a crush on someone, or have feelings for someone who’s taken, or love someone who is not ready” I sighed again, and turned to my left side to pick my phone from the bed post. “We should do and choose one of these babes. Now Cleo has brought you back in, Lara is staying in touch but Cynthia isn’t never gon’ be our own permanently” I smiled. “You’re crazy man. So she can hold a temporary slot abi? Okay nah, what about Queen o?” “That’s the chief mumu of your harem mister. Has you at her fingertips yet she’s doing like…

Best Man Duty #15

Previously on Best Man Duty Driving on the ever busy, pothole riddled Lagos Ibadan expressway, my mind wandered in different directions.  I swore under my breath with each pothole I successfully ‘overcome’.  I donated a curse for each leader who refused to do what they should. Maybe I was cranky, maybe I was angry, maybe I was pissed, maybe I was frustrated, maybe… I had not felt that vexed with everything in a while. The universe was not working in my favour as touching my emotional issues. Why else would Cynthia tell me unequivocally that she was in love with someone else after all of our flirting and ‘encounters’? Why would Queen refuse to see reason and let us come together as a unit? I admit that I have been wrong at one time or the other. I admit that I did not concentrate fully. I admit that I…

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