I remembered clearly the ‘first’ time I met Jide, it was through Sola, a friend who has a crush on me. Yea! That’s if attraction is the same thing as a crush but who cares for fairies and wishes? I’m for real in Flavour’s voice. Dreams, crushes and wishes when it comes to girl/boy matters … Continue reading Memoirs of A Repentant Slut. . . 4
The sun hides behind the clouds, and nearby trees sway to the whistle of a gentle breeze. I look around, as nature reminds me of the day I first saw her. The heavens, that day, looked heavy, waiting for a release. Then I was a shy twenty-one year old; she was eighteen, and thorough. She … Continue reading I Wish
I heard the door bell, and immediately I sprang to my feet. The distance to the door was short, still, I walked in haste. I pulled the bolts with a smile. The surprised look he had, immediately he saw me, was unmistakable: Joshua our eldest son most times opened the door. I smiled again to … Continue reading Will I Ever Be Loved?
*****Ten years earlier***** Nneoma stirred on the bed. Then she welcomed the new day with a quiet ‘thank you, Jesus’. She counted herself lucky, being a nursing mother, yet being able to sleep through the night, without a cry from her baby. The first six days after her baby was born had been, as anticipated, … Continue reading My First Kiss (Episode 10)
When I was younger, I used to hear people complain about how conji wanted to kill them. Then, I used to find it extremely funny, so I would laugh and laugh until tears came out from my eyes, because even though I couldn’t quite understand what ‘having conji” meant, the word was just jocose but … Continue reading The Q-Corner: The Power of Conji
She wanted me. She meant business. How I fled.
They stood side by side on the stairs leading to the first floor, deep in a conversation. They stood quite close, shoulder to shoulder, like a pair desperate to confirm their 2-inch height difference. When a group of students had emerged, in haste to use the stairs on which they stood, the duo had momentarily … Continue reading My First Kiss (Episode 9)
The sound of Jerry’s mobile phone, indicating an incoming call, made Evans to turn on the bed. Ordinarily, he would have ignored the call. But the situation at hand required a contrary action. Evans sighed. He was sure the clock had a long way to go before it reached five thirty. As Evans rose from … Continue reading My First Kiss (Episode 8)
I opened the door to see who it was that knocked. Anita, whose contact I’d lost after her family moved out of the neighbourhood ten years ago when she was nine and I, seven, showed up out of the blue that Friday evening when I was all alone at home. She’d grown into an irresistibly … Continue reading Because Of Me
Episode 1 & 2 (Sour Sweetness) ******** It was the kind of kiss that made me know that I was never so happy in my whole life. It was our very first kiss… soft, warm and sensual. It was nothing like I imagined it’d be. The moment our lips touched and her strangled … Continue reading Dark Chocolate
The atmosphere was charged with the disco lights bouncing off the walls of the largely spaced room in various colors while the air stood, stifled with alcohol, cigarette, sturdy brands of perfumes, and body sprays. And then, there were others; sweats, body odors… We were like animals and the club was our jungle. I took the ice … Continue reading The Morning Before
He has stopped talking. I’m looking into his face, searching. I don’t know what I’m looking for. My gaze settles on his mouth then moves to his nose, his eyes. They are a nice colour. He is a very attractive man, with firm muscles under his blue shirt. I see that he’s shy under my … Continue reading Egyptian
Beverly Da Silva lifted her face to the sun. God,it felt good to be home in Nigeria. It was so beautiful out here. The lush,sub tropical vegetation of the private estate in Obudu cattle ranch soothed her senses. Sunlight,spilling from the sky flooded their whole reception. Everywhere she looked,the party was immaculate. The luxurious grounds … Continue reading Bevy’s Nuptial Knot.
Recently, I’ve been frequenting the toilet, not because I wanted to ‘shit’ or ‘piss’ but because it was actually the one place I knew I could go where no body could hear or see me cry. My favorite place in the world. For those who do not know, my visiting days to the toilet began … Continue reading The Toilet Visitor
It’s been a while I felt a sharp-thrusting in between my thighs like I did yesterday night. I remember clearly the surprise and disdain widely capitalized on Amaka’s face the day I told her I wanted to stay off sex for a while but who would have thought I was going to break my 6 … Continue reading Memoirs of A Repentant Slut. . . Episode 3