Three months had gone by since their illicit affair began – their significant others completely oblivious of the fact that they were unwitting participants in a ‘swinging’ affair. They were now closer than they had ever been, sharing everything. They bonded over their disillusionment with the spouses they had married. She told him how she … Continue reading Of Love, Irony & The Last Laugh (IV of IV)
Two weeks later, he was standing outside Dunni’s office building, waiting for her to be done with her day. He knew now that she was Dunni Davies, had been for seven years, she had no children and her husband was the consummate philanderer. He didn’t have to wait long. As soon as it was five, … Continue reading Of Love, Irony & The Last Laugh (IIIb of IV)
Tiny blew up when I finally got around to telling her about the confusing conversation I had with Nasir the other day—you know the one where he was trying to reel me back in or something. I keep reading the last text he sent. “Keep running. You can’t hide.” “I don’t get it. Why do … Continue reading Not In Love (…chapter 14, tart series)
Jeta stared at the woman in the car in complete shock. He could not believe what he was seeing. One minute, he was screaming at his wife who brazenly skipped the night at their home because she thought he wasn’t due back in town until the next day, the next, he was looking into the … Continue reading Of Love, Irony; The Last Laugh (IIIa of IV)
It had taken less than a year for her after her much celebrated wedding to realize that the man she had married was a serial cheater. She had seen the signs even during the few months they had dated but had ruthlessly crushed her suspicions. His wandering eye was something they both constantly fought about … Continue reading Of Love, Irony, The Last Laugh (II of IV)
I swear, this week is steady trying to take the cake for one of the most drama-filled weeks I have had this year. I finally had the dreaded confrontation with Paddy. The funniest thing? When I first saw him, I initially didn’t remember that I was supposed to be mad at him. And just in … Continue reading Fluorescent (…chapter 13, tart series)
The cheating bastard. The nerve of the cheating bastard. Dunni fumed as she watched her husband lean over to kiss the woman who was about to hop out of the passenger seat of his black S.U.V. Yet again, Jide was proving that there was almost nothing on earth and in heaven that could keep his … Continue reading Of Love, Irony & The Last Laugh (I of IV)
An altered (without my permission – rant for another day on my blog) version of this was posted on Bella Naija on 9.17.2010. I have decided thus to share the original piece in all its glory with the NS family. Enjoy! “I’ve been quite occupied with a number of I-refuse-to-grow-up-and-live-the-real-life time-consuming activities but the other … Continue reading How To Really Lose A Guy in 10 Days
Sometimes, I miss…him.
Yes, I know that seems like a testament to how good his crack was, or something, considering that he’s the only guy I’ve been with…
Nasir called me yesterday night, by the way, just in case you were wondering where my train of thought is fatally speeding to right now. Recap of our phone convo:
I can’t remember the last time I was THIS pissed and close to blowing off the head of a human being!!! DAMN! What could possibly be the matter, huh?!
Gosh, I just realized I don’t even know his last name! How can I not know his last name? How could I have kissed – ugh – a nameless nobody?! I’m the queen of last names! I am so bloody anal when it comes to last names. My mother ingrained it in me. If I don’t know someone’s last name, I refuse to add them in my phonebook, yes, that bad!
Well, GADDEM PADDY NO-NAME!
Okay, so I was chatting with Dunni earlier this evening and our convo went something like this:
I’ve been feeling the need to write something snarky on the topic of boy meets girl lately. In the past weeks, I’ve come across different articles on said topic– some hilarious, some witty, some frivolously silly, and some depressing. I’ve had one too many conversations with these persons and those persons on same said topic … Continue reading Boy Meets Girl – Learn Your Punctuation
I’m not sure where to begin because really, this has got to be the weirdest day I have had in a long ass while. Three weird incidents in rapid succession in only one day. My heart can’t take it. ARMAGEDDON PART I First off, it was getting rather frigid so I was burrowed under my … Continue reading Overload (…chapter 8, tart series)
The land of my father’s birth The land of liberty and of mirth From the moment that my young life begun It is the same tune my heart has always sung I love being Nigerian The Nigerian in me knows no fear of diversity The Olus, Nnamdis and Sanis are one and all the same … Continue reading I Love Being Nigerian
You know, every now and then, I like to take a verbal snapshot of myself at a particular point in time. I’ve done this ever since I was eleven. My many diaries litter my room (my room in my mother’s house, I mean) back home in Nigeria –just stacks and stacks of books scattered here … Continue reading Summer In The City (…chapter 7, tart series)
I jumped when I felt the hand snake around my shoulder from behind. The hell?! The unremorseful culprit grinned at me as I spun around just a little faster than Femi, ‘Layode’s boyfriend, can swallow a whole drumstick at a go. I nearly tilted over to boot. “What’s your problem?” I mouthed off. “You.” He … Continue reading Mad World (…chapter 6, tart series)