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The boardroom was alive with voices raised in intense argument. The topic was over the type of models to use for G&Mβs first fashion show in Nigeria and Bankole noticed that the person who ignited the debate was not participating in it. Guru was busy with two junior designers in a corner, their chairs surrounding a small coffee table.
Banky wasnβt contributing to the noise as well. He watched in indifference. His colleagues were an interesting lot, comprising of all types of peopleβthe fashionable, the very fashionable, the gay, the straight, the superficial, the talented, the business-minded, the troublemakers, the troubleshooters and the lazy.
When he was tired of trying to read each person, he faced his laptop and commenced editing some photos.
Just as he started, his phone lit up on the table before him. It was a ping. When he checked it out, he found it was from his bossβ wife. She had sent him a selfie of herself giving him a blowjob. He quickly turned the phone over.
βNice,β a voice said. He turned in the direction of the person who had just spoken. It was a lady seated beside him. She had seen the selfie and paid him a generous smile. She was a temptation for him, having been the first to make moves on him when he first began work. Her name was Ruky and she had a killer backside which made her top the list of every straight guyβs fantasy in the office. No one was yet to have her and she wasnβt interested in any of them. She wanted Banky alone and made it known every chance she got. At the moment, her eyes went murky as she showed that she was impressed with what she had seen in the picture.
βSβthat your girlfriend?β she asked.
Bankole threw a quick look in his bossβ direction. The manβs voice was raised at the moment, asking everyone to pipe down.
βSheβs sha enjoying.β Ruky winked at Bankole and swiveled her chair to face another colleague, giving him a full view of her backside He took his eyes elsewhere.
Another ping came in. He snatched his phone off the table when he saw Ruky glance at it. He brought it to his face and opened yet another pic which the bossβ wife tagged βGot Milk?β In this one, his face was buried between her breasts.
He grunted in annoyance at himself. How on earth had he gotten so careless? If those photos came out, he was dead. If his boss didnβt kill him, G&M would fire him and he would be back on the streets.
Ruky touched him and he looked at her. She pointed at the boss; he was demanding everyoneβs attention. Bankole put his phone down.
βGuru, you have anything to say about this, being that the argument started because of your designs?β the boss asked. Guru left the coffee table he was at and pushed hands into the pockets of his Boy London knuckle joggers as he faced his colleagues.
βI have curvy women in mind and theyβll walk that runway.β
βThat is ridiculous!β Madu countered. βThe novelty of plus size models has worn off and weβre back to fitfam and skinny bitches. Take your every woman campaign elsewhere!β
Guru shrugged indifferently. βI have designed what I’ve designed.β
βAnd I agree with him,β the boss said, drawing a few murmurs of protest.
βEvery woman, apart from the obese, should be represented in the show. This is not us campaigning for femininity; itβs business. Thereβs a market out there and we have to hit it hard. We still have the London, New York and Paris shows to use our regular models. But this is Nigeria and Africa. We canβt do without big, beautiful booty.β
There was general amusement at his last statement. Ruky also got some attention from the guys, of which she handed them her middle finger.
The meeting moved on to another issue when the noise died down. Bankole went back to his phone. He had gotten a third ping and it read: still waitingβ¦
He sighed regrettably. The woman had guts. He had come to work to find her waiting in his office. He had dashed out immediately and stayed in Khalidβs office until the meeting kicked off. It was three hours and counting now, and she was still there.
Bankole knew he was in trouble. No matter how the situation turned, he didnβt see it ending well for him.
Finally the meeting came to a close and he didnβt stay back to fraternize. He got into an elevator and went up to the last floor where his office was located.
He pushed the door open, walked in and she was still there. He shut the door.
βHi.β She lifted her eyes from a magazine she was reading.
βDoes your husband know youβre here?β Bankole took his seat.
She rolled her eyes. βOf course not.β
βHe is in the building,β Bankole informed her. βHe could walk in here.β
βSo?β
βWhat do you want?β He tried to maintain calm.
βI came to get my nudes.β
βIβll email them to you. Anything else?β
βMaybe a quickieβ¦β
βLook,β he said, interrupting her, βwhat we did was a stupid mistake on my part. And I am not known to repeat stupid mistakes. So please, donβt come back here again. If you do, Iβll be forced to tell your husband what happened.β
She laughed. βYouβll tell my husband you slept with me?β
βYes. You never told me you were married.β
βYet somehow you came into my house, walked past the parlor that had my wedding photos framed on the walls, carried me up the stairs, into my matrimonial bedroom and banged my brains out on my husbandβs bed.β
Bankole shifted in his chair with unease.
βGood luck with your story for the gods.β She stood up. βIβll text you my email.β She picked her purse from his table and catwalked to the door. She stopped there, lifted her skirt slightly, pulled off her G-string, and then flung it at him. It landed perfectly over his face, the scent of her filling his nose instantly. She blew him a kiss and continued out.
Bankole flung the underwear into a drawer. Fuming, he tried to wipe the smell of her off his face. A phone call came in. he stared at a strange number on his screen.
βYeah?β he answered.
βGood morning. Is this Bankole Gomez?β
βYes, this is he? Who is speaking?β
The caller cleared his throat. βMy name is Paul. Paul Savior.β
Bankole made a leer at the corny name.
βPaul Savior? Do I know you?β he asked, knowing perfectly well who was calling. He was more curious as to why he was calling.
βYou donβt know me or maybe you do, I donβt know. I am your ex-girlfriendβs ex-fiancΓ©.β
βEx-girlfriend?β Bankole planned to make things difficult for him.
βYes, ex-girlfriend. Beatrice.β
Bankole cringed at the way he called his sweetheartβs name. It sounded something like βBiyatrix.β The man came off like one of those people who lived abroad and developed some phony accent over a thick native tongue.
βWhat do you want?β
βIβm just calling to discuss some things with you.β
βLook, Iβm busyβ¦β
βI wonβt take long.β
βGo ahead.β
βI will not waste time in telling you about how me and Biyatrix met and started courtship. But we have been together for almost seven months.β
Bankole felt his heart miss a beat.
βShe told me that you and her are no longer together and I believe her because I am hardly in Nigeria and anytime I come, I stay in Abuja and she will come and meet me, you understand?β
βMm-hm.β Bankole shifted his chair back a little. He remembered Beatriceβs trips to her βvillageβ to visit her parents and how he always questioned her decision to stay only for a day.
βAlong the line I propose to her and she accept, and this is after I have meet her parents and entire family and invest so much on her. You understand?β
βYes.β
βIn November, the parents call me and told me that they think I should come and pay her bride price and fix wedding date. I call Biyatrix and ask if it is what she wants, she tell me yes. So, that weekend, I come to Nigeria and we travel to her place and did all the planning for a whole week.β
Bankole recalled the week in question. Beatrice had told him she was going on a trip to Uyo with her boss and colleagues.
βI did all the necessary and we set a date for our traditional wedding, slated for the 7th of February, which is tomorrow.”
“So what is my own in this whole matter?”
“Bros, please allow me land.”
“Continue.”
“So concerning church wedding, we visit my pastor who say we have to start marriage counseling this January. You get me?β
βI do.β
βSo we rush through the counseling this last week because I have to travel back to Europe. On Thursday, they schedule us for pre-marital medical tests and we went. On getting there, they take our blood and urine and test this and that and tell us to wait. After some time, the result come out and my dear Beatrix is discover to be six weeks preginant!β
Bankole sat straight.
βI was shock! Very shock! The last time me and this girl sleep with each other is in November and even then I use a condom, like I have been doing from the beginning. I have never do it without condom. I ask Biyatrix, who is responsible for this pregnancy? How did it come about? She cannot talk; all she is saying is Iβm sorry, Iβm sorry. But is it Iβm sorry I will marry? Or Iβm sorry I will tell my family when I carry another manβs child to them? No way! But before I can even say anything, she run out of the clinic and since then, my brother, I have not see her with my two eyes. I know she enter plane back to Calabar, so I went there and find her house but I see that it is lock. Throughout Friday, I wait for her to no avail. I call her, text her, call her parents, her friends but nobody have see her; only the neighbor who tell me she see her come and pack her clothes and left. So, me I come back to Abuja on Saturday and up till now, as I am talking to you, I have not see her. Honestly, I am shock! This girl do me serious once chance.β
Bankole was seething. He was angry, not at Paul, but at Beatrice for her lies. Unfortunately, Paul was going to get punished for how he was feeling.
βSo why are you calling me to tell me? Didnβt you steal her from me? Were you expecting that sheβll stay with you too?β
βI am just calling in case you know where she is. I donβt care about the money. It is nothing to me but please, tell her to return my ring. I have sent her text already but in case she is with youβ¦β
βWhy would she be with me?β
βBecause her neighbor tell me that you are with her throughout last year until this January before you leave, that means that pregnancy can be your own. In short, I am suspecting you in this whole matter. How am I sure that two of you did not plan to dupe me?β
βYou must be a bastard!β
βTell her that I will send police to arrest her if I see her o. She should just return that ring. Even you sef, I will arrest you if I see you, so better be warn.β
Bankole insulted him in Yoruba and cut off the line. He loosened his tie and un-cuffed the sleeves of his shirt, then leaned back on his seat.
Beatrice was a liar and a cheat. How hadnβt he known this? Had he been that stupid in love?
He massaged closed eyelids to ease the pressure building up around his forehead.
Due to the strain in their relationship the previous year, they had stayed off sex through November and December. The last time he remembered being intimate with her was that day in January when he arrived at hers from Lagos, and that was just a month ago.
So if the baby was not his nor Paul’s, whose was it?
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Uju wiped at her brow in habit and looked around her. Everything was set but somehow she felt she was forgetting something. She sighed in exhaustion. Anyway, there was no need to stress herself. She still had the whole day to pack everything she needed for her trip. First she transferred some items to the sitting room.
She returned to the room and collapsed on her bed. She was sleepy. Last night she and Khalid stayed up and played computer games, making love in-between. He had come for his mother-in-lawβs burial and after the ceremony, stopped by at hers to spend the night.
He complained about being tired as dawn neared but she wouldnβt let him drift off. She hadnβt been with him in weeks and found it totally unacceptable that he would spend just a night with her and disappear again.
βLet me come and stay with you in Lagos nau?β She had thrown in the request, very certain he would decline. But he let out a long yawn and pulled her close to kiss her.
βYou want to come to Lagos?β
βYes, Khal.β
βWill you finally agree to have my baby?β
She didnβt hesitate with her answer. This was something she had taken her time to ponder on in his absence, when she had realized out of the blue that her feelings for him were stronger than she had known.
βYes. Letβs have this your baby.β
He looked at her with a smile. βOya, come to Lagos.β
Uju could hardly believe her ears. She plastered his nude body with kisses that sent him to sleep. He woke up two hours later, showered and transferred money into her account for her trip. When he left, she sat in her bedroom and gushed over him like a little girl. She was truly in love with him. Before this time, she was merely infatuated. Now, it was the real thing and as much as she was thrilled, she was also scared. To put at bay the mix of emotions in her, she had set about packing her belongings in boxes in readiness for her trip. But the feelings returned full force as she presently lay on her bed. This time, fear took center stage. Something told her falling for Khalid was going to spell her doom.
She heard the front doorβs buzzer go off in the sitting room. Someone was at the door. She hissed and cussed as she dragged tired legs out of her bedroom. Whoever was out there was pressing the buzzer like they owned the house. Making it across the sitting room by wading through box of clothes, she got to the door. She threw it wide open to the face of the last person she wanted to see.
βHello, Uju.β
Uju frowned at the woman before her.
βCan I come in?β
The womanβs request was left hanging as she had half-heard her. She was recalling the last time they had bumped into each other and how badly it had gone.
βCan I come in?β the woman repeated. βOr do I have to force my way in, since the house was paid for with my money?β
Uju stepped aside and let her in. Sachi walked in with an air of superiority. She waited until Uju shut the door before she made herself comfortable. She claimed a two-sitter and sat in.
βI can see that youβre packing,β Sachi mentioned. Uju ignored her.
βWhy are you here, Onsachi?β
Sachi looked at her. βHaba Uju, is this how you talk to a friend?β
βFriend?β Uju walked to her. βYou saw me at the mall and because you were with your fake friends, you thought you could give them a show and humiliate me.β
βItβs not my fault. One of them said she had seen you and Khalid about town a few times and they all pushed me to confront you. Iβm sorry.β
Uju hissed.
βReally I am. I had to put up a show for them or it would have seemed out of place.β
βAbeg, spare me all that one.β Uju sat on the biggest box.
βSo where are you going, this one that youβre all packed?β
Uju looked at Sachi. βWhere do you think?β
Sachi read her face and an unpleasant expression filled her features.
βLagos?β
βHe asked me to come live with him.β
Sachi sat up and put her phone and car key aside. βAnd youβre going where?β
The congenial air instantly disappeared. Uju saw a fight in the works.
βCalm down, Sach… let me explain.β
βIβm listening.β
βItβs nothing serious. Iβm just going for a month or twoβ¦β
βAnd you packed all these things, Uju?! Are you mad?! Abi youβve forgotten your place in this whole arrangement?! You are just a sidechick!β
Uju didnβt appreciate the words used to describe her.
βYou cannot come and snatch my husband away from me! Know your place!β
βMy place is too keep your husband happy and to keep him from straying and that is what I am doing. He is in Lagos. You and I donβt know what heβs doing there. Iβm going to keep him faithful to you, Onsachi, just as I have done for over a year.β
βThe only thing you accomplished in doing for over a year was keeping him out of my bed and now you want to go and completely take him away from me?! You must be out of your mind, Obianuju!β
Uju got off the box and went to the kitchen. Sachi, at the moment, was unreachable. It was best to let her calm down and then speak sense into her.
Uju put together a cocktail and served it into glasses for both of them. When she returned to the sitting room, she found Sachi in deep thought. She placed a glass of cocktail in her hand and lifted a strand of hair off her face to look into her eyes.
βAre you trying to steal him away from me?β Sachi asked. Uju read desperation in her eyes.
βSachiβ¦β she sat on her laps. βLook at me, baby. You know Iβm as gay as they come. Khalid means nothing to me, hon. Iβm only doing what you asked me to do. Your husband is in safe hands with me. Have no fears.β
Sachi wanted so badly to believe her but she sensed something was off with her. Once upon a time, she could trust her completely. They were best friends then, and sisters, brought together by shared pain. Uju was a motherless child whose father worked as a servant for Sachiβs family. As little girls, they played together whenever Sachiβs mother was out of the house. Sachi shared her dolls with her and the little treats either of her parents gave her. Despite Sachiβs motherβs objections to their friendship, the girls drew closer as they grew older. They both hit dark times at the turn of puberty when Sachiβs father began to molest them individually. The girls told no one, scared that the man would kill them as he had threatened. They swapped stories and comforted each other with hymns from an old hymnal Uju had in her possession. Her father was a staunch Christian and made sure to imbibe Godβs word in his daughterβs heart. Uju, in turn, shared her faith with Sachi to strengthen her. With tears, they would sing and then pray for God to give them the strength to escape someday. But they never got that chance. One night, Sachiβs mother caught her husband in bed with Uju and their world turned upside-down. Uju and her father were kicked out of the house and Sachi was left to face the perversions of her father alone. She suffered through painful abortions right under the nose of a mother who was more interested in her investments than her family. When Sachi finally found her freedom in her first year of university, Uju was a distant memory but a fond one.
They would reunite in a restaurant one random day when Sachi, having just scared off one of Khalidβs mistresses, broke down as she sat before a meal of Ofada rice. She hadnβt looked into the face of the woman whose table she had asked to share because the restaurant was full. But the woman was staring at her and reached out to offer a serviette for her tears when they began to drop into her meal.
βOnsachi,β she had called her, like someone who knew her intimately. Sachi had looked up and for a while, couldnβt place the face.
βJesus knows all about our struggles,βUju sang in a husky tone.
βHe will guide till the day is doneβ¦β
Sachiβs hands covered her face as memories poured in. The hymn sung by Uju had been her favorite in those days and she had always asked her to sing it to her each time her father raped her.
βUju?β she could hardly speak. Uju looked different, years younger. She could even pass for a twenty-something year old.
βIs this you?β
Uju left her seat and settled into Sachiβs for a hug. Sachi cried for what seemed like eternity while Uju ate her food to keep from breaking down as well.
She told Sachi how life had been hard on her and her father, and how the man had died, blaming her for their woes. He never believed her own version of the story about her and Sachiβs father. To him, the devil had entered his daughter and sent her to destroy a good family. After he died, Uju lived with an uncle who was gracious enough to pay for her education. His family was as accepting and caring as he was and took Uju in as their own but she was a damaged girl and lived, not trusting anyone. In the university, she kept away from boys and developed a liking for girls. However, the female folk couldnβt put food on the table for her, so she got involved with a married man who took care of the needs her uncle couldnβt meet. And accordingly, she lived her life, finding fulfillment with women but facility with other peopleβs husbands.
βSo youβre the type of woman I hate,β Sachi told her with a non-judgmental laugh.
βYeah.β Uju laughed back.
And then Sachi shared her own story, about marrying a man she loved, who loved her money more than her. She told Uju how he kept women outside and how she had had to chase off every one of them, and how she was now tired and didnβt know what else to do.
Uju told her to simply divorce him and move on with her life but Sachi insisted that she loved him and would do anything to keep him. She was convinced there lay a good man inside of him.
The ladies talked about other things, staying in the restaurant until dark. But as they were leaving, Sachi took Ujuβs hand and presented a request that shocked Uju to the bone.
Uju had laughed, long and hard, and rejected her offer.
Sachi had begged.
Uju had told her it was a foolish idea.
Sachi had explained that it was the best way to ensure that her husband remained with her.
βAt least, itβs with somebody I know. I donβt have to be looking behind my back or worrying about him bringing a child home or some disease. Please Uju, donβt say no. I canβt stop him from straying. Heβs doing it intentionally to hurt me because I lied about so many things before we married.β
Uju shook her head. Sachi was deflated. She let it be and never brought up the issue, but one day, while shopping, Uju saw Sachi and Khalid from a distance and Khalid threw a stray glance at her that caught her eyes and lit up a spark in her no man had ever done. She called Sachi that same day and accepted her offer. Sachi taught her how to pursue Khalid and how to get him but Uju didnβt need much tutoring; she was old in the game. In less than a week, she had the man in her bed. In the first few months, she gave Sachi updates, never leaving out even intimate details. But as time rolled by, the women began to drift apart. Anytime Sachi asked to be updated, she would get a casual, βhe came, we had sex, he dropped some money and left.β Sachi accused Uju of being insincere; Uju assured her that she was totally faithful to her.
Now, Sachi was sure Uju was hiding a lie behind her mask of innocence. Was she to ask her to break her relationship with Khalid to save a marriage that she had no control of in the first place and then risk having Khalid in another strangerβs arms?
βSachi, trust me.β Uju gently caressed her cheek.
βBut you should understand my fears. He relied on me financially all these years and now he is on his own. What if he decides to leave me?β
βHe is not planning to, Sach.β
βHe is. He just wants half of what I own and once he gets it, heβs gone.β
βThen donβt give it to him,β Uju advised. She didnβt want Khalid to divorce Sachi and move her up the ladder. It would mean her being in Sachiβs shoes while somebody else took her place. No, she liked the present arrangement.
βHere, take your drink and letβs not think about men for a while, baby.β
Sachi sipped on her cocktail and looked up into Ujuβs eyes. She still couldnβt trust her.
Sally@moskedapages
Sally Sally O!! Kill me! This your head ehn! Just dash me! This stories are insane! Kudos
Come and take the wahala head o. too many things worrying it sef.
Thanks Harisson
Ur story is mind blowing,u re talented oooo
My dear, we thank God
I like this twist,so sachi knew uju all along. Banky shld just look for a way to put oga wife at bay & send beyatrix packing…..thanks sal.
Thanks Chibaby
Heh dis Sally go kill somebody wit her intrigues. Next wk is so far away.
Yes, next week is like forever but it will surely come, Lord willing
Aunty Sally U write as if u’re narrating a real life…u knw d way u use words to bring the characters to life. E dey fear me o
no fear, Dan Auta. All na God
Sally sally, and banky have 2 b inbetween 2 insane women, na wa oo. More ink in ur pen dear. Greater heights IJN.
Thanks, Wasmakelly. And Amen to your prayers. God increase you as well
Dat Banky eehn, hin don enter one chance n as for khaled. ….The player is getting played ?
Yes, he is
Correct story! I love ur stories sally. Keep it up
Thank you, Gbemmy
This… is not only boys with toys but girls with toys.
You’re right about that!
Women are really their own enemies… see that Uju deceiving her friend. sally thank u.
yes, women are always like that. but when they decide to come together, wahala go dey
Sachi wat were u tinkin to giv uju ur man jst like dat,U don’t play with matters of the heart.but Uju u should nt betray Sachi now that will b baddddd.Tnks Sally
you’re welcome, always, Kenny
hi sally, i’m really loving this story o. pls abeg don’t stop writing.
i won’t by God’s grace, Jumes
Thanks!
SALLY! This is my favourite episode of BWT so far. Thanks for ssharing.i noticed some typos please…e.g; “Nigerja”
fixed the typo
thanks, Amina
Good episode….Sal,blessed art thou
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Sally as usual…every episode a new turn and twist…makes u want to fast forward the days to the next weekend! Bankky banky…lols ur head is dere
Sachi and uju…girls wit serz toys!
Kudos sally
Numero uno writter
Making my head swell π π π
Gracias
Ummm aunty sally, next wk just seems like 5months.can’t wait to read the next episode.banky is in a real mess o.i just feel sorry for him sha.women n deceit tho.nawah
Thanks for reading Lizzie
Close your eyes and you’ll get the next episode
Hmmm. Sally just knows how to twist stories that beats imagination. Your mind is blessed. Sachi has been fooled. Next week is almost here.
Yes, it’s almost here. Just hold on…
Great one Sally. i love how you bring your characters to life. Very real.now that Boss wife is blackmailing Banky, good luck to him. Reasons why people should one night stands. You might be shagging your brothers wife unknowingly.
Beatrice the player, looking for the greenest pasture? You will end up in weeds and thorns. Unfortunately girls of these days are like that.
Sachi and Uju. Uju will definitely not want to be Khalids wife eventually, by Sachi still made a mistake. At least she knows the truth that she doesn’t love her. She had better be making a safe landing for herself.
Thank you for reading, Cleo. I appreciate it
Sally!!!! You wan kill person ni? Fast forward to next week. Ghen ghen the player is now being played. Interesting as usual. Your head is there… *thumbs up*
Thanks, Mariah π
O Gini na fio!!! See planning o!! Sally Hmmmmmm. Pls o whr is unfulfilled promises eh kwa?!
Please read the blog’s archives to get updates on Unfulfilled Promises
Sally Salz! The woman with the platinum talent. This twist be killing me. Next week is sooooo far away. Choi!
But if Banky comes clean, is there anything much the boss can do? The will binds him to the company(G&M). So its aint the boss’ shot to call.There will be animosity no doubt but that’s about all there would be yea? At least that’s what i think. Let the man know his wife is a notorious adulteress jare! So he can as well stop looking over his shoulders. Biyatrix is a Biaaatch! Dayuuum
Well let’s see if his contract can save him when shit hits the fan.
Thanks Bimz
Just started reading it very nice
And you finally joined the train! Welcome aboard!
Sally don come again ohhhh
Yes o!
im loving this
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Hmmmm! Well done, Sally! You’re the best!
I am
*blushing*
I know that Beatrice coming back to Banky must have something behind it, she is just playing all of them. Nice one
Thanks, luv
Beatrice just wants to have her cake and eat it, too bad, cx she’ll lose out at both ends. I just wonder where Uju’s infatuation will lead her to. Beautiful twist Sally, love it!
Glad you do, Gloria
Tanx sally u re d best nd God bless ya
God bless you too!
Surprise surprise all the way!
Can things get more #suspencious?
Yes, I guess as much!!!!! Keep it coming please!!!!!!
Lol! They will get more suspencious
Thanks for reading dear
Paul just sounds like one igbo man w/ “plenty moneh” don’t think banky can put that lady off
I don’t think so too. I pity him
Wow.. love the twist..I knew beatrice was up 2 smthn..I hope bankole wud do d right thing…nyc one sally!!!….can’t wait 2 read d next episode oo..
Thank you, Motolani
i don’t think khalid is that stupid. i think he knows what they’re up to
I hope you’re right
Bankole will not leave Beatrice. you people should not bother. he loves the girl to pieces….i think
great work, Sally
Thanks Beryl. And you may be right about Banky
just decided to leave the cemetry today to drop a line. just a line
Awesome work!
Lol! I will lend the ‘hamsters’ them yapa
Thanks, Ghost Person
borrow me the hamster than runs round in your head, sal
hmmm. banky, up to you. m sure you know what to do, dont fall my hand. so this is the story of Onsachi, i just knew that Uju was something. and Khalid ehn, you want to eat your cake and have it abiii. the house of cards will soon come crashing.
God bless ou nd your *Brains* Aunt Sally
Chai aunty sally.you aff come again this year o…I dunno how I stumbled on this new series but I’m loving it.such a shame I don’t get. to receive notifications because I can’t access my former email account……least I forget;Happy new year o aunt Sally.lots of love.
Happy new year, dear. Welcome back
You can simply sign up for notifications with this one and get new updates
Amazing episode, wonderfully put together too, especially Paul Saviour’s part, was reading that part in my igbo-American accent lol. Looking forward to reading next episode.
Coming up soon, Akakan. Thanks for reading!
Hmm…women can be devious, how can a wife connive with her friend to have an affair with her husband? As for Banky, I pity him…next time he will learn how to control himself and not to allow himself to be seduced by anything that is puting on skirt. Great work Sally, u re the best.
Thanks a lot, Sarah!
Thanks a lot, Sarah
Sally Sally i cant thank my Tweeny enough for introducing me to this page, i’ve been so busy since Monday, reading this today really made my day. I pray more of wisdom from God to enable you soar to great heights in your chosen career. you are such a wonderful writer my Dearest Sally
Awwww…
Thanks Wini. You’re so sweet. God bless you
Sally sally sally sally Happy new year, sorry it’s coming late been out of network coverage due to the fact that am serving my father’s land but am trying to catch up. You’re indeed a talented writer and I find every piece of your work interesting. The sky is your starting point, keep it up ?
Lol the conversation between Banky and the bloke Beatrice had been shagging was priceless. So funny! Hahahaha! But, man, that Beatrice is a ninja. That means there’s another guy out there, somewhere. Chai!! You know the saying – only a woman knows the real father of her children. Man, may this never be my portion. In fact, I’m getting all my kids tested
ah… wit a friend like uju,one does not nid an enemy.i ve missd dis for long ooo. tnks sally
ah….i ve missd dis for long ooo. tnks sally