Tag Archives: Forbidden romance

For The Love Of Iverem

Tribe: TIV States: Benue, Taraba, Plateau, Nasarawa, Enugu. Time: Precolonial Nigeria. Only one person could have made Kuhemba leave the warmth of his bed this cold morning. Iverem. She didn’t know what he had planned, but he knew she wouldn’t approve; She was too proper. He peered through the foliage, ducking as the procession approached. … Continue reading For The Love Of Iverem

Naija Heels On Cobbled Streets 14

They say adrenaline kicks in when fear confronts one. Yet, the fear weighing her down felt stronger than the strength of the strange arms around her. He was a stranger whose scent now invaded her space. Threatened her safety. She drew breath and decided to fight. A baby had implanted itself inside her. An unexpected … Continue reading Naija Heels On Cobbled Streets 14

Naija Heels on Cobbled Streets 13

It wasn’t hunger that drove Sade to root for food in her fridge after three days of living on water and crying like a starving infant. It was the realisation that her baby needed nourishment. The realisation that her baby needed a sane mother. Not one that hung her head low as soon as her … Continue reading Naija Heels on Cobbled Streets 13

Naija Heels on Cobbled Streets 9

“Shall we bless your bed?” Niyi asked as soon as he’d ferried their bags to her bedroom. Sade was pottering about in the bedroom. Her hot pink dress clung to her waist, reminding him why it had taken him four days to get her back home. Despite the clear statement locked within her smile, he … Continue reading Naija Heels on Cobbled Streets 9

Naija Heels on Cobbled Streets 7

“What did you just say?” Niyi asked, wondering if she was still drunk. Sade clasped her arms around her. “I…want to know if you like men too. Don’t get me wrong… I’m not homophobic. I just don’t want to be with a man that…prefers men.” Niyi sat up straight. “Look at me Sade. Do I … Continue reading Naija Heels on Cobbled Streets 7

Naija Heels on Cobbled Streets 5

“Did you ever miss me?” She heard his question and decided to ignore it. Pretending that the soft humming and hissing of the last Clitheroe train had crushed his whisper on its way to her ears. They were standing on the balcony of her flat. Her eyes were fixed on the tall, octagonal Jubilee Tower … Continue reading Naija Heels on Cobbled Streets 5

Naija Heels on Cobbled Streets 4

Niyi dropped Sade off at home because she insisted, exaggerating her tiredness. They parted on her doorstep, his palm resting on the curve of her left hip as they hugged. When Sade woke up the following morning to do three dozen sit-ups instead of cooking a full English breakfast, she knew her depressive mood had … Continue reading Naija Heels on Cobbled Streets 4

Naija Heels on Cobbled Streets 3

I know you killed Jennifer. This was the text message that Niyi received last night. The first thing that popped into his head this morning. It played on his mind most of the night. Sleep evaded him for hours, the same way that misery stalked him after Jennifer died: slicing past the barriers he created … Continue reading Naija Heels on Cobbled Streets 3

Naija Heels on Cobbled Streets 2

As soon as her husband’s hand started to travel from the base of her back to the flesh round her navel, Peju froze. She stared into the black blanket of darkness as if prying harder would make the night part, to reveal light. Today, she found out that a woman she left her children with … Continue reading Naija Heels on Cobbled Streets 2