There’s this girl that lives down my street; fair, tall, and beautiful with all the right curves. That’s you, Becky. I learned from my best-friend that you moved into the neighborhood with your family some three weeks before I was forced home from school by ASUU. From afar, everything seemed to be okay with you. … Continue reading Case
It used to feel good being the odd guy at school. From the first till his final year, everyone knew Collins was the go-to guy to have a free insight into the latest happenings in the minds of the females on campus. From the way he talked, acted and walked, many suspected he was gay, … Continue reading Hard Guy
It’s quite easy to forget the days of humble beginnings when one finally gets that big break always dreamt of. At least I know that’s what happened to me. It was as though every time my fans cheered “Mariah Ike!” a part of my painful past got chipped off and I felt lighter. The new … Continue reading I Hear You Give Good Advice
AWOOF! You listen again to be sure the sound came from your door… ‘kpom! Kpom! Kpom!’ You hear it again. You start to wonder who could be disturbing you this early Christmas morning when everyone in the city of Lagos had gone to church. You leave the kitchen for the door, but not before mentally … Continue reading Awooof!
There was something off about the office setting. I felt it appeared too serene. I had successfully maneuvered every camera and heat signature sensor, but I wasn’t comfortable. It wasn’t my first time: it definitely wasn’t for lack of experience. I tried to clear my head of doubts: for it was my overburdened mind that … Continue reading Bullseye
Today I took time to study my class closely; to look farther into the casual-minds of people I’ve called mates for some years now, and I came to a conclusion. Let me tell you the story of my classroom. The many things visible inside my classroom: Uchendu enjoying himself peacefully with a bottle of Pepsi … Continue reading My Classroom
Read up E01 here Read up E02 here The memories of last night were still hazy. Ms. Jane still couldn’t think clearly. In fragments, images of Bane ramming her flickered through her mind. For each image she saw her heart skipped a beat: the guilt of having Hugo besides her caused that. “Are you alright?” … Continue reading Spoils of War (18+) – E03 (The End)
I cannot bring myself to cheat on him. Each time Jane turned and saw Bane in the driver’s seat her heart jumped with guilt and pleasure. Thoughts of how she had betrayed Hugo’s trust and her sanctity to remain chaste for the man she truly loved and wanted to spend forever with, made matters worse. … Continue reading Spoils of War (18+) – E02
With gratitude for all the rainy seasons experienced in life. It was a very rainy day, and Ms. Jane Adelaide couldn’t enjoy the fruits of the weather with her man. She felt lonely at the office; horny, but unable to run home to Hugo. Both took solace in sexting and video teasing the other on … Continue reading Spoils of War (18+)
Everyone stared intently at the Priest before the altar. He was becoming a bore. It was the mass before Christmas and Fr. Newborn was taking time too much than necessary; it was as though he didn’t realize the urgency with which the guys hoped to cause mayhem in the streets of Awka: the Anambra state … Continue reading Cold 2: Revelations
I boarded a bus home from Charity, the same way I’ve been doing the past three months I started working around that area. Today was an unusual day; this I could tell because it quickly fell dark. I didn’t bother to check my wristwatch for the time because my inner clock had already supplied it … Continue reading The Fall Of Oshodi
“Don’t go baby!” She cried out, her body writhing in sync with her voice. “Doc, help her, she’s in pain.” The gentleman turned to look at me in distraught. I remained speechless, pretending to be too engrossed in what I was detailing to the Nurses with me. I heard the wife speak faintly. “Don’t leave … Continue reading Love me, even in dark times.
“Let’s make love!” She announced to my happy hearing. I wasted no time in saying yes. We didn’t bother to continue deceiving ourselves with preambles. As young adults we both knew what we wanted, and how to get it wasn’t going to be a problem anymore. We agreed to meet up at her father’s garage … Continue reading Let us have sex
In loving memory of the last episode of The Welcome to Lagos series, Danfo palavas (which can be found here by the way ), I offer you this sequel to ease your pains with as much quantum of laughter as you can muster. If you live in Lagos, and you’ve never noticed these categories … Continue reading Welcome to Lagos: Inside the bus (S1E2)
“Boy meets girl; Boy likes girl; Girl likes boy; Boy and girl get dirty.” That was the history of Bart and Debbie’s love story, at least before it hit the rock. Debbie was in pain. According to her, Bart raped her every time she had given her consent for them to have sex throughout … Continue reading Just as it comes