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Deprophets I: Prophet Ikokonlaja

“Hmmm, hmmmm, hmmmm, Holy Reekadofeaturingtiwa, arabinrin, your ibujoko is shaking, wo, very shaking, laipe, they will pack your load from your husband house. The chair you are sitting on now is 3 leg”. The woman looks frighteningly at the chair she is sitting on. “No ooo, I do not mean this one oo, I mean … Continue reading Deprophets I: Prophet Ikokonlaja

In-perfection #1

“Jesu!” she exclaimed as she peered at the Infinix Phone in her hand – 6.35am. She kicked her wrapper off and scrambled out of her room into the sitting room. Empty! She was either unsurprised or too much in a hurry to care. She was late again and she needed to be in church…like ten … Continue reading In-perfection #1

Unraveling ep10 of 16

I can feel the warmth of his breath His hand and their sweat His body is hard, hard in all places Including his heart I can feel his edges Edges and his scoffs His smell is gripping, sweat smell intoxicating My senses are dwindling, My defenses breaking I hope he can feel mine too See … Continue reading Unraveling ep10 of 16

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“The Z Of Life From Under A Smoking Mirror…”

“And sometimes life felt worth living, and sometimes it didn’t”. It was Autumn and death was in vogue; the world happened, rhythmically. Everything was automated, even biology. Wake, expend, expire…lather, rinse, repeat. Adolescence was full of non-sequiturs and six-syllable pharmaceuticals, some people were given to certain things. Gas prices were high and Kate still wanted … Continue reading “The Z Of Life From Under A Smoking Mirror…”

Memoirs of A Repentant Slut ~ Episode 20

“Ha! Collins Do you want to kill me. My Lord will deal with you!” “Woman, keep shut and stop ranting. Haven’t I told you to stop disgracing yourself all about? That’s what you and that your nincompoop of a child does! Always disgracing and bringing dent to my name. . . haven’t I tried for … Continue reading Memoirs of A Repentant Slut ~ Episode 20

Memoirs of A Repentant Slut ~ Episode 14

Sometimes, unnecessary stress makes someone add unnecessary weight. . . such was the dilemma I found myself in. Everything about me had changed. It was like I have lost the two most important persons to me. . . No sex in three weeks; so very unusual. I seemed to have already lost interest in life; … Continue reading Memoirs of A Repentant Slut ~ Episode 14

Craving Hope (I)

  The security guard, Uche, leaning against the wall near the entrance to the stage of the Golden Royale Hotel auditorium, straightened as he saw Gabrielle Rosenfeld come in by the back door. “Mrs. Rosenfeld,” he said, touching the brim of his cap. “We were told you were ill. The chairman would be so glad … Continue reading Craving Hope (I)