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A Chance For Love – Chapter Two (Sick Bed)

‘What happens in this house stays in this house. Do you understand?’ *** Eyes closed, I lay in bed, waiting for a horrendous lump in my throat to dissipate. Stella probably thought I had fallen asleep. But then I sneezed, and in that moment I feared the pills I’d swallowed would pop out of my … Continue reading A Chance For Love – Chapter Two (Sick Bed)

WHITE TOILET And baby – Stella (Part 2)

WHITE TOILET And baby – Stella (Part 2)

Early morning the next day, some policemen stormed auntie Kate’s house, demanding her presence at the State Criminal Investigation Department. She couldn’t believe her eyes, and never expected them – she would have preplanned before their arrival. But nothing could be done; she asked them innocently; ‘Officers, please can I make a call?’ ‘Madam we … Continue reading WHITE TOILET And baby – Stella (Part 2)

Mango Juice-The tournament

Mango Juice-The tournament

“Hmnnnn, I see,” said the shrink nodding her head. “So you get along well with men, why are you afraid to get married then? you could talk about your concerns with your fiancée you know” “of course talking is a good thing” Adaeze continued “that’s why I’m paying so much to talk to you” she … Continue reading Mango Juice-The tournament

How The World Goes Round/Na You Cause Am/Pedophiles’ Point

How The World Goes Round/Na You Cause Am/Pedophiles’ Point

The title of this piece could be; HOW THE WORLD GOES ROUND or NA YOU CAUSE AM or PAEDOPHILE’S POINT. Get a stone before reading. You might need it. *** “When we eat and drink to satisfaction, let us not also forget to release the man that has been tied down”, a Yoruba adage says. … Continue reading How The World Goes Round/Na You Cause Am/Pedophiles’ Point

She’s Just 9!

“Hello?” Someone said in a very attractive locution. I was struck by the familiar yet strange voice. I stopped short, my journey to the bathroom became suddenly irrelevant until I satisfied my curiosity. I crawled behind the cream curtains that divided the sitting room from the narrow passage and peeked. There she was! Pacing to … Continue reading She’s Just 9!

Forbidden Love (episode 7)

If you haven’t read the previous episode, please click episode 6 Five days later, after school on Friday, uncle Sam came to pick me and Esther up. I begged my parents earlier to let me spend the night with Esther at uncle Sam’s since I wasn’t going to have the opportunity to do that when I … Continue reading Forbidden Love (episode 7)

The Life and Times of Two Flared Nostrils: Part 3 (Final)

  He knew he was smaller than Rufai, so when Rufai yelled at him, he jumped on a stool.  That position momentarily took care of the disadvantage of height that Abayomi felt was partially responsible for his past defeat.  Then, crouching forward and breathing deeply, he did what he had seen those wrestlers do: he … Continue reading The Life and Times of Two Flared Nostrils: Part 3 (Final)

The Life and Times of Two Flared Nostrils: Part 2

  “Are you trying to burn my tongue?” she would ask.  Any attempt to reply would earn him another slap. If he did not apply enough pressure while giving her a foot rub, wham! A slap would land on his face.  Or back.  The slaps came without any warning and were delivered according to a … Continue reading The Life and Times of Two Flared Nostrils: Part 2

The Life and Times of Two Flared Nostrils: Part 1

There was only one thing standing between Mr. Gbadegesin and the door: a table.  It was one of those low-lying wooden coffee tables that had come from someone else’s house and now housed old newspapers in the sitting room.  But, Mr. Gbadegesin was not interested in the news that afternoon.  His plan was to escape … Continue reading The Life and Times of Two Flared Nostrils: Part 1

I’m a Mother too

Mma Tata’s dark glittering skin had seen tough days, and that morning, it was clothed by the dust which spread as cars drove through St Bonaventure’s dual-passage gate under the dry weather. Beaten by the sun through days of sitting at odd and strategic roadsides, she was sweating through her pores, even at 9 o’clock … Continue reading I’m a Mother too

The Police is Indo-Nigerian

India and Nigeria are very much alike in several respects. There is sprawling poverty across the two countries vis-à-vis the wealth of a few. The two countries have a problem controlling their population meaningfully in the face of dilapidated social amenities. In the two countries, there is widespread mistrust in key government agencies, especially the … Continue reading The Police is Indo-Nigerian