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The Mystery of the Goat-leg Pepper-soup

The Mystery of the Goat-leg Pepper-soup

Nestled comfortably in her posh velvet couch, Tope leafed through her teenage diary in reminiscence and content. She had been pampered and therefore happy every moment of her exuberant life by her super-rich parents, bribed teachers, favor-seeking friends and finally, her puppet of a husband. Her doting parents had taught her early in life that … Continue reading The Mystery of the Goat-leg Pepper-soup

Abstinence: The Aftermath

Abstinence: The Aftermath

144… That was the number of ceiling boards in Martin’s room. He had spent the last 2041 seconds counting the 144 asbestos ceiling boards of his elegantly furnished bedroom. While his newly wedded wife lay beside him a thousand miles away… His friends had warned him, his elder brother and even his father had hinted … Continue reading Abstinence: The Aftermath

This is How you Know you’re in Love

This is How you Know you’re in Love

You find yourself doing stupid things. I think that is the first sign. Stupid things like loitering round the complex, searching for her while a lecture goes on in class. You realize in a way, you have always been searching for her, waiting for her, longing for her. Why, it was longing for her that … Continue reading This is How you Know you’re in Love

The last time I saw her…

The last time I saw her…

My head hurts from a thousand aches. The sun glares heatedly at me, in contempt as I walk down the dusty path, devoid of hope and reason. I have depression, my most faithful friend for company and I gloomily look forward to a blue afternoon all by myself when out of nowhere, I see her. … Continue reading The last time I saw her…

Transatlantic Sweethearts

Transatlantic Sweethearts

Transatlantic Sweethearts ‘I’am standing on the Nicon Hilton hotel now, on top of the parapet roof overlooking Abuja skyline…” Stephanie Nwuba babbled hurriedly fighting the chill that came with increase in altitude as she looked for the best position to place the mobile phone on her hand. She had just closed from work and was … Continue reading Transatlantic Sweethearts