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Roses And Thorns #16

‘Roses and Thorns’ is back. I have been away because I have been concentrating on publishing my book. If you want more stories like this, then head over to Okadabooks and search for my two books, ‘Bullets and Roses’ and ‘Fallen Angel’. Thanks for following this story; I have been reading your comments and they are all appreciated. To all Tehilah fans, you rock!                                                *** It was the wedding day of Haliru and Tehilah. The city of Lagos was agog with talks of the impending nuptials. Everyone used Haliru and Tehilah’s pictures as relationship goals. There was no mistaking the intense love Haliru had for Tehilah, it showed in the way he looked at her. He was always caught staring longingly at the chocolate beauty. Tehilah’s dress was designed by Zazi couture, a household name in bridal fashion, with a luxurious flagship store in the heart of Lekki. The dress…

Biyankavitch #6

Days stretched into weeks and months and years. No leads to finding Bianca were given to Idris and Victoria, and all access Idris had to Captain was blocked. Idris had paid more than a few good private investigators to look for Bianca, but nothing good came out of the search. The couple of times Victoria visited Captain to demand Bianca’s whereabouts, Captain demanded for sexual favors in exchange for information. Victoria was now a woman who controlled Idris’ empire, a phoenix that had risen from the death of the simpleton she once used to be. Ambitious and ruthless, she had taken over the operations of the Bahago Farms after coming into a mutual agreement with Idris, to help expand the business across Africa. She had learned a thing or two from her past and had become steely in her deals. It was believed that she had made people disappear who…

Ongoing Registration To Become A Member On Moskedapages

Happy New Year, fam! And a beautiful morning to you. Remember I told you I’d be adding members to the site who would be able to view certain posts exclusively? Well, I’m keeping my promise already. I have invited the first batch of members and they have registered to become part of Moskedapages. The prerequisite is to simply purchase In The Name Of Papa, either directly from me or on Okadabooks or Amazon or Smashwords. This first batch of members purchased directly from me. I am now calling on those who purchased from Okadabooks or Amazon or Smashwords to send me a screenshot of the book on their app to moskedapages@gmail.com.Once you do, I will send you a secret link to register to become a member. If you bought it directly from me and haven’t received an email inviting you to register, please check your email, especially your spam folder.…

Please Read This If Your’e A Fan Of Moskedapages

This is a difficult post to write. Some part of me feels that I shouldn’t bother coming here to explain what I’m about to share, that I can hide it and keep on like nothing is happening. And that would be typical of me. But I think it’s only polite to let you all know about this major change in my life. For everyone who has followed me closely on this blog, you would know how much writing means to me. You also know that I quit my job to concentrate on my work. One of the reasons I quit, apart from this, is to be able to spend quality time with my kids – an act that I don’t regret, having suffered enough in the hands of maids and nannies. Writing, however, is a difficult terrain to journey through in Nigeria. I don’t blame those who look at writers…

Adventures of Kola Onifoto – The Popular One Chance Story

Introducing…Adventures of Kola Onifoto Sometimes when some stories go viral, you feel maybe they are just myth and they won’t happen again. One chance is a popular slang at almost every motor park in Nigeria. I mean the slang started from there and it entered the streets and when you hear anyone talk about “one chance”, all you think of is either kidnapping or robbery. The stories of one chance I heard are of taxis and it happened to me some few years back. This is what they do.. You might get to be the last person to complete the persons traveling and as you drive a little distance, this event will happen.. 1. The driver will go to his boot, open it and shout, he will claim he just saw a full bag of money in the boot. He will come back in the car and start threatening…

The Marriage Ultimatum #14

♥ She didn’t tell him about Camilla’s visit when he got back home yesterday and she’d forbidden Catia to say a word about the visit either to Mia or Dominic. Of course, the talkative housekeeper had only reluctantly agreed. She wasn’t sure why she was reluctant to let him know his ex—or maybe still present girlfriend—had come to the house to warn her off him. Maybe it was her pride not wanting him to know anything he did with other women affected her. And it shouldn’t anyway. They had a marriage of convenience and not a love relationship. Kaine frowned and shifted on the armchair. Juliet had had a different view though. Kaine, a woman must fight for her man and her marriage. You are now his wife. Don’t just stand aloof, defend your marriage. That was what she’d counselled. It was a counsel that highly tempted given her…

The Marriage Ultimatum #11

♥   Camilla flung open the ash-wood door and stormed inside. “He is married! He is goddamn married! Can you believe it?” “I might if I knew who he is?” Kanayo responded from behind his single-piece mahogany wood lane desk. “And who else will I be talking about but Dominic?” Camilla shrieked, her temper getting the better of her as she glared at the half amused, half insouciant man in khaki-brown French suit. “The boss is married?” The insouciant expression was quickly replaced by frowning astonishment. “But…how? To who?” “To some damn Nigerian called Kaine!” And because the office wasn’t large enough for the pacing that her fury demanded, Camilla yanked aside the upholstered stack chair and plunged into it, crossing her legs with careless expert fluidity. “Kaine? His… wife’s name is Kaine?” “That or something as equally stupid.” She wasn’t there to discuss the name of the woman who’d…

It’s Another Novocaine Saturday #24 – Valentine’s Special

Happy Valentine’s Day! Enjoy the long read. For you mushy people, hold your hankies. For you who love pics, there’s enough to go round. Ekene doesn’t celebrate Valentine’s. He believes that every day is love day if you’re in a relationship. And I can’t counter that, being that he has made me feel like I’m in a romantic novel in which he’s the author and I’m the main character. My time with him has been magical. In my grief, he created rainbows and butterflies. Whenever I wake up and I feel like I can’t handle the weight of losing Peace, I would be consoled by the thought of having to pour out my heart to Ekene. For the longest time, I have felt like I owed him, and to pay the debt, I took an entire week to convert the downstairs guestroom into a man cave for him. He has…

It’s Another Novocaine Saturday #22

Read all the episodes of It’s Another Novocaine Saturday I’m holding my phone. Restless, I visit Facebook for the fifth time, going through old posts. When I get tired, I stop and pull my laptop close and add a few words to a blog post I’ve been working on for days. I stop after a paragraph and visit my phone again, my eyes darting to the door that leads to the fast food joint I’m chilling in. She is late. Why is she late? Did she change her mind? Is she held in traffic? A couple of uni girls in a corner who before now were taking selfies, are presently throwing glances my way. It’s my reading glasses. I always get female attention when I have them on. Honey says I’m cuter and more approachable with them but who cares about these things? It’s not like one leaves the house…

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