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Where To Find Breasts #34

Read previous episodes of Where To Find Breasts This episode of Where To Find Breasts is dedicated to Oluwakemi Obilade. Happy birthday in arrears! Kyenpia was up before Leonel. He would usually stir at exactly 4:30 a.m. each morning, and she, an hour later. But she hadn’t had a good sleep in three days. Somewhere in Boston, Ishi lay on a hospital bed in an intensive care unit. It didn’t feel right to her that he was there; he had been through so much already. His surgery had gone well but recovery was slow. This drove Kyenpia crazy, and it showed. Her body was terrible at keeping secrets. First, it was the rapid weight loss, then the anxiety attacks that she tried to hide, and now the sleeplessness. Leonel was beginning to ask questions. This was in addition to the passive-aggressiveness he had displayed for five days. “Do we need…

Where To Find Breasts #30

David could tell how mad Peggy was at him by the way she slept. If she lay on her side, her back to him, she was only a little pissed off. But if she lay on her tummy, it meant war. Last night, they had a minor fight. This morning, he awoke to find her lying face down. From experience, he knew that the best thing to do was to let her be. He brushed his teeth, slipped into casual clothes and left the house to the airport. Four days had gone by since Leonel got the news from Captain about Emem’s other life. A lot had happened in the meantime, especially with Leonel confronting Emem over what Captain had told him. He had hoped that it would turn out to be a lie, but she confirmed that the assertions were true. However, when Leonel probed deeper for more information,…

Where To Find Breasts #27

Good morning!If you don’t get my newsletter that keeps you updated on latest posts, it’s probably because you haven’t signed up. Please do so by scrolling through the home page to find the sign up widget. If you have signed up and you still don’t get the newsletter, check your email promotions or social boxes. Or just check your spam box. Golden orange rays from a sun that was beginning to set broke into Kyenpia’s vision as she woke up. She lifted a hand to shield her eyes and slowly got off the bed. The headache she had battled with this morning was gone. Last night, she had mostly been awake. Kane was ill, and had cried throughout. Emem was gracious to step in and help. Leonel had been of no use. Kyenpia discovered, quite annoyingly, that he was bad with kids. He wasn’t Leonel, of course. That one was…

Where To Find Breasts #24

Read previous episodes of Where To Find Breasts Leonel believed that the deepest words were those that could not be uttered. So intense they were that utterances were never enough to convey their true meaning. Only through actions could they be expressed. One of such instances was Kyenpia’s absolute fascination for her father. The way her eyes had glazed in childlike adoration the moment the man stepped out of the car and walked up to them, the manner in which her body released itself into his embrace when he put his arms around her, and the constant laughter in her tone that could only come from a heart that was filled with joy. Leonel shared in that joy, because he understood it. The feeling was akin to a lost soul finally finding their way home, like having to shut your eyes and love someone by heart. This evening was probably…

Where To Find Breasts #22

Merry Christmas!This episode is lengthy and it’s also the Christmas episode because I’m going on a trip and I’m not taking my laptop with me. So, take your time and enjoy and leave a comment. If you haven’t read Dugo before, you can follow the series on Twitter. Follow me @moskedapages and check my pinned tweet for the episodes. Read previous episodes of Where To Find Breasts This was it. This was the moment! It had to be engraved in her heart forever. Not that it was profound in the sense that it inspired deep thinking or left insightful bits that she could reflect on later. It was the shallowness of it. The indulgence. The excessiveness. The carefreeness and emotions that led up to this moment. Everything was summed up in this one crazy night, just to remind her that life was precious; to take her back to the past…

Conquered #5

Read previous episodes of Conquered by Obynofranc Mama got married to Mr. Charles. Nkechi loved to address him as that, whenever he came to the house. Mr. Charles was in his early fifties and had a not-so-obvious protruding stomach He was dark-skinned, six feet tall and looked athletic despite his stomach. His cloths fitted his body tautly. Nkechi was querying him so much and it made Mama uncomfortable. Mama tried to hide it with a fake smile. She made her displeasure with sour facial expressions but Nkechi wasn’t having any of it. She smirked. “Why are you still unmarried at fifty? That’s weird for a man,” she said. Mr. Charles laughed. “People always ask me that and those that know me keep pestering me on why I’m still not married,” he said lifting the little pillow that was lying beside him on the sofa and placed it on his laps.…

Vows Are Meant To Be Broken #4

Read the previous episodes of Vows Are Meant To Be Broken by Nneoma Obieze recovered faster than the doctors had anticipated and the healthier he got, the hungrier he became. All he ever did was eat, sleep and bulldoze Kara to call work for him. He could not wait to go back. He had left his conference in Abuja due to an emergency that came up on the morning of the accident and he was going to call her as soon as he arrived to his work place. Unfortunately, he never made it. Kara never complained or asked further questions. It could have been much worse. She could have been a widow and her mother-in-law would have returned to her life. The thought of the woman made her angry. She was nowhere near the replacement she had dreamed of after her mother had died. Every morning, she managed to help…

Vows Are Meant To Be Broken #3

Read previous episodes of Vows Are Meant To Be Broken by Nneoma Obieze I still could not believe my terrible luck. I was not supposed to be in town for another week, but when I received Sharon’s text, I knew I could not keep it off. She was pregnant and threatening to run to Kara and tell her everything. My Kara. I opened my eyes again and there she was. I knew she had not left since morning, because her hair was still as messy as it was when the doctors came that morning. I could talk. I even wanted to, but guilt had glued my mouth shut sonce morning. I feared that she would ask why I had returned too early or without notifying her. I had no nobel reason for doing so. How would I tell her that someone was carrying the child we could not have together?…

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