Enjoy this long episode, fam. For those of you always shouting that it’s too short, I hope you don’t complain about this one o. Follow me on instagram @moskedapages. At 12 midnight today, I will drop a post there. Make sure you don’t miss it. Read previous episodes of Where To Find Breasts Eighteen hours. That was the duration of time it took him to answer her questions, and she had asked many of them. She was rather calm in her manner, not showing any form of emotion. And to him, that wasn’t a good sign. Leonel knew Kyenpia too well. He knew he was screwed. If she forgave him, it would be a miracle. He was prepared to be up a gum tree for a long time. He didn’t let the issue bother him, however. He preferred to fix his mind on the good, as Idara had taught him,…
Where To Find Breasts #20
Read previous episodes of Where To Find Breasts The house was quiet. Kyenpia sat alone in her kitchen with Eliana’s poodle, snacking on cupcakes. Upstairs, Amaka was breastfeeding her baby. In the backyard, Yenkat and Omar were in discussion. Fiyin was in Lanre’s car, receiving a scolding from him over what had transpired between her and Jaiye. It had been three hours since the slapping incident, and she hadn’t uttered a word. Not even when Lanre burst upon the scene and almost had Jaiye to the floor because he had concluded that he assaulted Fiyin. Jaiye had pushed him off and advanced at Fiyin, yelling, “You’re now hitting me? What if I hit you back?” Lanre then withdrew and positioned himself between them, just in case Jaiye went through with his threat. But Jaiye stomped out of the compound, leaving everyone stunned at Fiyin. Every attempt they made to get…
Where To Find Breasts #19
Read previous episodes of Where To Find Breasts Fate. She hated it. It had shown her how cruel it could be. How it could snatch everything she had and leave her helpless. It reminded her about the powerlessness of humans. It was a foolish thing for anyone in the world to think they had control over their existence when they didn’t even choose the beginning of their lives. Mortality was as random as the thoughts passing through a toddler’s mind. All it took was two horny people to copulate and new life was made, bringing in another helpless mortal into world who would have no power over their existence. Every morning, humans woke up, not because they could, but because they were fitting into a script; one which didn’t grant them the ability to rewind time or jump into the future. They weren’t even granted the choice to pick…
Infections Of Love #4
Read previous episodes of Mo Priye’s Infections of Love DO NOT CONFUSE ME FOR LOVE It’s not rocket science to know if a girl likes you. When she likes you, more than often she’d tend to show you, sometimes purposefully, other times she wouldn’t even know she’s professing her love for you by the things she does to you, for you, around you and even in your absence. However, there’s no defined pattern to determine the manner of her likeness. It varies with many, comes in different forms; subtle, aggressive, hideous. For some girls it’s through consistent calls — the ever buzzing of your phone line, telling you about their secrets, family problems, how they peeled a trailer load of yam, how their dog love beans, their village ancestral history etc. Some initiate chats and I have to admit by default or not, women don’t necessarily be the first…
Infections Of Love #3
Read previous episodes of Infections of Love by Mo Priye THE TEMPERATURE OF FEELINGS Some persons love rejections are innumerable like the rejection mails I’ve received from literary houses. However, the love rejections I’ve had can be counted on one hand because I have abandonment issues — I abandon people but I don’t give much room to be abandoned. How selfish of me, right? I’m never cautious falling in love, hence; it gets to me often. Love is a drug that gets to everyone, either it humbles us or it makes us act in manners unbecoming of us, many times both. For me, my drug is Eva and I’m heavily dosed. Eva is the kind of girl you date and you have an instant rise in social standing. “Hey, Jerry, meet my girl, Eva. Eva, Jerry?” When some guys, by chance, bring(escort?) a pretty girl to a party or…
Where To Find Breasts #18
Good day, Fam! Hope you’re all good? I want to inform you that I’ll be taking a long break from here, to return in November. As usual, work has got me occupied, and I don’t want to be erratic. I’ll miss being in this space, but I’ll be back. Enjoy this episode and take care! “I’d like to talk to the parts of you that had a threesome in your suite last night.” The response to Idara’s query was a subtle smile on Leonel’s face. She knew at once whom she was communicating with. She hadn’t spoken to Spirit in a long time. It was a good thing to have him around. This meant progress. “I didn’t have a threesome. I wish I did, but I didn’t. I ended up watching the girls make out, because one of them smelled of roses. I think she dunked herself in a pool…
Infections Of Love #1
Mo Priye brings us this mini series Infections of Love. In this memoir, the reader finds a young man conjure memories which selectively charts his journey with the opposite sex; exploring the bonds, confusions, denials, misfortunes, aches and other byproducts of love in subtle and overt ways. This memoir not only narrates the estranged relationships, but questions the validity of love. Whoever the gods choose to destroy they first make fall in love. — Mo Priye HOW DO YOU PROPOSE LOVE? All Stories are love stories… Can you tell of that feeling in movies when a guy goes with intent to propose his love to a girl he has been crushing on, but is met at a half open door by this girl of his dreams with a really cute guy behind, both half naked and smelling of intimate passion? That was me with Anita. I first saw her in…
Where To Find Breasts #16
Read previous episodes of Where To Find Breasts Happy Sunday! Enjoy this episode. It’s a long, juicy one! Ishi had one of those dreams in which he got a forewarning to an unpleasant incident that would befall one of his friends. He didn’t know who it was, though. He hadn’t dreamt like this since he lost his family in the explosion. He lay in bed after waking up from the dream, trying to recall the details. There had been a car going out of control and a piercing scream. That was all he remembered, but somehow, he was certain it had to do with a friend. Typically, he would pray the dream away. Was he now to talk to God whom he hadn’t spoken to in months? What was he to say to him? Ishi lay in bed until daylight approached. He had an early breakfast and entered his workroom…