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Say You Will Stay #3

Read previous episodes of Say You Will Stay here *** He was quick. Too quick for her. She was thinking of getting off the rug when he lowered himself next to her and kissed her. Or something that could be described as such. His reeking mouth closing over half of her face and slobbering all over it. He was touching her, trying to climb on top of her when she slapped him. “What is wrong with you? Get off me.” “Issy, you can slap me.” He slurred, grabbed the hand she slapped him with and sniggered.  “You can bite me. That will only make me wanna fuck you … more.” His eyes were bloodshot and he smelt of the strong Harp drink her aunt’s husband reeked of whenever he came home all those years ago. When she tried to push him off her, she found him surprisingly heavy. He moaned…

Say You Will Stay #2

*** *** *** Obinna waited for his mum to finish in the bathroom patiently. She was in a kaftan, holding on to the towel rail, breathless and hunched over when he went back in. “Mama,” he rushed over, picked her up and carried her gently to her bed. “Why didn’t you ask for help?” “I’m fine.” “You are not fine.” He picked up the hand towel on the bed and dabbed her wet forehead with it. “Should I go and wake Isio? Is it time for your injection?” “No, don’t wake her.” “I’m sure she won’t mind. It’s her job.” “Nna, don’t.” His mother crinkled her face in a smile for his benefit. “Isio is never late. She will come and give the injection when it’s time. What I need you to do is get me a blouse and skirt and then put them next to me.” She pulled…

Say You Will Stay #1

Good morning! Here’s a new one from Olajumoke Omisore. I hope you love it. Catch up every Thursday.   *** *** *** “Just do the girl,” Ifeanyi laughed. “Do it for our mother’s health.” Ifeanyi’s laughter, as big as his size drew everyone’s attention to them. The uniformed women at their desk. The older man with the girl in tight jeans and purple top sat in the corner of the waiting room. The maintenance men with hard hats, overalls and hi-vis vest like the engineers and architects at Aspire construction sites. “What is the big deal? Lotachi saw her pics. She said the girl is one gorgeous specimen. Even for a picky man like you, oh.” “I’m not picky.” “You are.” “Careful. I’m careful.” “No, you are picky.” Obinna sighed. His brother had spent every free time when they were at secondary school in Enugu with the literary…

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