Hi guys, The complete e-book of the Memoirs of a Lagos Playboy will be out soon on the android app okadabooks. Hence, officially, this is my last post on this series on naijastories. Watchout for more stories guys! Happy 2014!!!! …………………………………………………….. November 13th, 2012. 9: 12pm. I was disconcerted after viewing the contents of the … Continue reading Mickey Jay: Memoirs of a Lagos Playboy (XX)
“You are a sorry excuse for a son-in-law! You can’t even afford to pay for your house rent. I don’t know how we ended with such a useless man like you!” The harsh words of Mrs. Okwuchukwu, a woman he once called “Mama” had stung worse than the sting of a scorpion and it kept … Continue reading Emasculated
Hey y’all, I trust we are all doing great today? Here’s just an expression of thanks to naijastories, its wonderful writers and readers for making this platform an exciting one that has helped immensely in developing my craft. I have learned, been encouraged, inspired and have grown since my first post here. My blog www.saymalcolm.wordpress.com was nominated in the Nigerian Blog Awards 2013 for the … Continue reading Mickey Jay: Memoirs Of A Lagos Playboy (XIX)
The illusion of the familiar is a strong one It has been the norm for years Completely obscuring the truth Or any semblance of it The path is what it is said to be And like kids and the ice cream truck We join the never ending queue Patiently waiting for our turn That may … Continue reading The Can
November 13th 2012. 11:49am. It was one of those days. When I awoke in the morning, I wasn’t feeling refreshed. In fact, I felt like I hadn’t slept a wink all night even though I had blacked out the moment my body hit the bed. My routine at work had been so crazy for the … Continue reading Mickey Jay: Memoirs Of A Lagos Playboy (XVIII)
Rule Number One: When this kind of shit hits the fan, recovery is essential. Fumbling, bumbling and stuttering totally gives you away. I let her see the shock on my face. Not the guilty shock of being exposed but the shock that says in not so many words, “What the fuck are you talking about?” … Continue reading Mickey Jay: Memoirs Of A Lagos Playboy (XVII)
I love colours, I love colourful dresses more Like what Little Amy wears I love her yellow hair They contrast deeply to my rich black hair Her eyes are blue with thick lashes I envy them a lot She is my companion when I’m alone She never says anything to me But we understand each … Continue reading For We Must Not Cry
Now, here’s the thing about Karma. It comes around and bites you in the arse when you least expect it. Everything was going right with the world and this certainly provided a false sense of security to me. That nagging feeling that something was about to go wrong had toned down a bit. And why … Continue reading Mickey Jay: Memoirs Of A Lagos Playboy (XVI)
The social media was agog with so much frenzy when news of what transpired in the Senate in the past week hit the media streets. I have received not less than 50 broadcasts on bbm from people claiming to be massively involved in the fight against the passage of a bill to legalize under-age marriage. … Continue reading #ChildNotBride Campaign: Misguided Or Misunderstood?
26th October, 2012. 09: 12am. The Sallah holidays were here at last. It’s one of those holidays I actually look forward to because it provides a much needed break from the tedium of the non stop stress of five or six days of work and getting home late. What made it even more beautiful was … Continue reading Mickey Jay: Memoirs Of A Lagos Playboy (XV)
October 13th, 2012. 4: 15am. “Let’s go to this new spot at Wuse 2. Its called Vanity. Its inside Cubana.” Anita said. “I hear the place is awesome.” “Sure thing. One club location is never enough.” I said, laughing. I went to Abuja on Friday for a meeting with a prospective client. I haven’t been … Continue reading Mickey Jay: Memoirs Of A Lagos Playboy (XIV)
September 8th, 2012. 10: 15am. My mind wandered back to back in the days when I had professed undying love to her. It oddly felt like yesterday. Bitter-sweet memories of before, during and after flooded my head. But here, and right now, after so many years, I felt myself go soft with desire; desire for … Continue reading Mickey Jay: Memoirs Of A Lagos Playboy (XIII)
I had gone to hang out with a couple of friends on Saturday. The weather was unbearably hot all day and as PHCN were in their usual “form”, I decided to go out. As I left the little bar where we had hung out, I found out that the weather had simmered down somewhat. It … Continue reading Much Ado About Nothing: Why So Angry?!
September 8th, 2012. 10: 15am. Its really difficult being a good boy. The agents of temptation have obviously put in more work to entice me back to my old ways. What makes it worse is the fact that I still haven’t been able to shake off the nagging sense of impending doom between the … Continue reading Mickey Jay: Memoirs Of A Lagos Playboy (XII)
When I opened my eyes, I found myself in this room of white walls. My vision was blurred for a few seconds but as time went by, it became clearer. I was on a 4 feet wide bed; the kind you usually see in hospitals. Hospitals…was that the reason I could perceive this pungent but … Continue reading The Surrender