It's a bit of a story…
HALIM “Paul, please stop…” His lips were between mine, his hand underneath my dress, his body pressing into me. Weeks of seduction had led me here – but not as an unwilling subject. On my own, I followed Paul to this hotel room, after falling heedlessly for his charm. I knew it would lead to …
Lovely weekend, everyone! I am unable to post the concluding episode of Dear High Mistress and second episode of Biyankavitch. This week was a busy one for me. I had appointments back to back and then NEPA totally messed me up. And finally my kids have been ill. Please pray for them. So to make …
HALIM My office is quiet. The usual noisemakers whose cubicles are separated from mine by thin glass partitions have all stepped out to celebrate a colleague’s birthday. Normally, I would be there with them, heading the throng, my voice being the loudest. But I give the birthday colleague a gift and apologize for not going …
HALIM I learn from him that seduction is a form of art. It begins with a stare. A careless gaze from harmless eyes that are clear as water. They smile at me, they follow me everywhere I go, even when he doesn’t. Like a ghost haunting its murderer, the memory lingers in my head when …
ENIOLA I hate Lagos. It is a city of vermin and lost souls. The darkest hearts live there. The air its citizens breathe is tainted with evil. You stay there long enough and you become part of the darkness. Even an innocent child is not immune to its perversion. Of course, like every megacity in …
