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Mercenary Wife – 1

Mercenary Wife – 1

EPISODES: 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. ♥ It was a fashionable society wedding. The kind that dazed the imagination of guests and that had them talking above whispers. More »

He Knows You – do you?

He Knows You – do you?

Who better than the one who created a thing to know it? I always think to myself, I know myself. No one knows me like I know myself. No one gets me. More »

Dinner For Two

Dinner For Two

EPISODES: 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. CHAPTER ONE  ♥  The thought of her made his heart skip. It literally did—each, and every moment, he thought of her. And he thought of More »

Body On My Doorstep

Body On My Doorstep

EPISODES: 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. One ♣ THE jarring noise punctured my eardrums, pierced into my subconscious and destroyed my lavish sleep and picturesque dream. Damn! I hated alarm clocks. I More »

Key To My Heart

Key To My Heart

KTHH EPISODES TEN  ♣ ♥ ♣  HE rattled the iron-cast knocker that swung down the side of the gate. He hadn’t knocked first time he’d stopped by, he was doing so this More »

Key To My Heart

Key To My Heart

EPISODES: 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. 15. 16. 17. ONE ♣ ♥ ♣ THE sun was still up in the sky but shadowed by the More »

The Forgiving Lover – my 1st story

The Forgiving Lover – my 1st story

TFL: 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. This was my first ever written story. I wrote it at 13—June/July of the year 1990. Then I self-edited it three months later, October 1990. More »

Unfaithful 2 – Flash Fiction

Unfaithful 2 – Flash Fiction

“How long have you been seeing him?” Again. My head reminded my battered heart to add again, but I could not muster the effort. “A month or so.” Ama didn’t look at More »

This One Night – Micro Fiction

This One Night – Micro Fiction

So yesterday Toykathy made a teasing remark on the Writers’ Guide 101 post about me writing an Erotica. Not a genre I have particular talent for but I once had my trial More »

House on the Hill

House on the Hill

EPISODES: 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. 15. 16. 17. 18. One ₪ MOYO TRAMPED DOWN the dusty sidewalk of the two-lane highway. The evening sky More »

Kiss Me If You Can – 1

Kiss Me If You Can – 1

EPISODES: 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. Kiss me if you can. It’s the title of a Ghanaian movie, I know. Not quite original since there is Catch me if you can More »

TIT FOR TAT – 3

TIT FOR TAT – 3

Read Two. PART THREE  ADESE emptied the content of the last pot into the bin, then took the bin outside and came back in through the kitchen backdoor. She blew out a More »

The Marriage Ultimatum

The Marriage Ultimatum

TMU EPISODES CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE ♥ He had gotten back to their hotel room and found her gone. She had taken only her handbag and phone with her. The suitcase she’d brought along More »

 

Blog Announcement

Hello everyone,

I want to offer my sincerest apologies for being absent on the blog. I was on the road on Friday, which coincidentally was my birthday, so couldn’t function. I didn’t take my laptop with me, so I have only my mobile phone to work with. Where I am, there’s minimal availability of electricity, they function only on generating sets powered only a couple of times a week
And worse, there is a shortage of network.
So posts like NDUBUISI and ONE MORE TIME… AND FOREVER are going to suffer regular lateness until I get back to PH first week of July.
WHO KILLED DANA BALA? won’t be on at all because the story is on my laptop which I didn’t take along with me.
I am therefore asking that we all bear with each other this week and next and take posts the way we see them.
Thank you and Cheers.

Ndubuisi – 7

The days have been drowned in a long bout of relentless downpour. It had rained all of Sunday evening and that rain had escorted them home from Osita’s place in Idemili. The after-effect of the rain had given Ndubuisi a poor case of catarrh that had lasted until Tuesday. The catarrh was gone today but the showers of rain persisted. The school was half empty of children because many had obviously been kept back at home by their parents and guardians. “Utter laziness and lack of dedication.” Headmaster had grunted when she’d gone to run an errand for him. “Will they keep them back from the farms and markets too?”

Last Post at 39

Una know wetin wan go down tomorrow, abi?

TM about to hit 40!

That kinda shit is not easy mehn.

Abeg make I take style remind una something. I don put am for Facebook, dis one na for una. I for don do this post since morning but PHED dey show demself as usual. Mtcheew!

Anyway, e never late. I still be 39 today. So, back to reminder. Una know sai when dem born Jesus, three wise men go visit am, abi? Dem no go empty handed o… DEM CARRY GIFT.

God pikin o. Na im papa get heaven and earth, still dem carry gift. Abeg, forget all dat theology and religious meaning wey surround those gifts: Gold, frankincense and myrrh = MONEY. Simple!

Na money Dem carry go see am for im birthday.

Money… No be flower. Money… no be birthday card. Abeg, I no be oyibo. I no get time to dey smell nonsense smell. Save your birthday card. I no get space to pack junk. Na better money dem carry better money come give am.

Tomorrow… Or you even fit start this night sef. I dep available 24/7. Send me mail. Or hit me up on WhatsApp. Ask me for my account number. Surprise me with happy birthday alert tomorrow. I like dat kain surprise.

To be 40 no be moin-moin. E get age wey dem dey celebrate. 40 join am. Tap into my blessing of long life. Sow into my life dat Baba God might multiply your seed. Be generous. I repeat: be generous.

Abeg no talk sai we no be friends. Sai na only LS connect me and you. Those 3 wise men no know Jesus before dem start their journey. Na stranger im be to dem. But me and you we don dey gbadu together for LS here since tikpe-tipke. Our relationship don tey. You go fit know everybody finish for this world. As we know, don reach. And if I hear your bank alert, we knowing each other beta. Na so.

If you no fit send money, buy recharge card. My number dey here, just scroll down. You go see my MTN WhatsApp number. Send pins o. I no beg anybody for transfer. You no know whether Na only #100 I dey use for a month, so no do pass yasef. MTN recharge pins only. Again: BE GENEROUS. God loves a cheerful giver… and so does TM.

If money and recharge card hard for you. Enter okadabooks, you go see my author’s tab, buy ALL my books there. If you don buy dem before, delete dem and buy dem again. No be only one time you dey buy Gucci. You read am before no mean sai you no fit read am again. And if you no wan read again, just buy dem again. I no send!

In case you wan wish me happy birthday tomorrow, abeg cram the following words:

Elegant
Beautiful
Pretty
Gorgeous
Brilliant
Extraordinary Writer
Number 1
The best of the bests
TM rocks jor

I no wan hear: “You’re cute.” I no be doll baby. “You might be chubby but…” Mba. But me no but. Achorum. Na my 40th birthday, I no want don’t-be-silly compliments. Tell me sweet things. If you no mean, still talk am, I go manage am like dat.

Ehen!

Remember: To show God sai im love am, Solomon kill 1000 nama; the people of Isreal give all their costly jewelleries; Mary Magdalene clean Jesus leg with expensive perfume and the 3 wise men carry expensive gifts come.

Love no be for mouth. And you no need to know me before you love me. I be your neighbour and Jesus don tell you to love your neighbour as yourself. No even worry your head sai me and you no dey practice same religion. Love no get barrier. The 3 wise men Na star gazers, no be jews o, still dem carry expensive gifts come give Jesus.

Tomorrow is the D-day. I wan to dey hear kpankam, kpankam, kpankam… #bankalert

Abeg, no lazy tell me happy birthday in advance for this post. I no dey like that kain nonsense. Come tomorrow come talk am. I go do Fabulous 40 post with pishures. Ehen!

Oya, make I go wait for una for my inbox and WhatsApp

#last day @ 39

Who Killed Dana Bala? – 1

WKDB EPISODES

ONE 

 

FATHER Chrysostom Okeze woke up every morning at exactly 4:30 a.m. He was the spiritual director of the Good Shepherd’s home. He has been for the last seven years. The small community where the The Good Shepherd’s chapel was located loved him, the few workers in the home loved him, the children loved him, everyone loved Fr. Chrys. That was what they all called him—Fr. Chrys—and it especially tickled the fanciful young minds of the teenagers because his ‘Chrys’ was spelt with a y.

This morning he got up two minutes even before his alarm went off. He made the sign of the cross and muttering the Morning Offering, he swiftly took of his night clothes of sky-blue striped pyjamas and walked into the small-sized bathroom attached to his room.

In less than five minutes, he was out and in another five minutes, he was dressed in a pair of charcoal-grey trousers and an off-white short-sleeved shirt. He marched to the old dark walnut desk, picked up his Breviary, his royal-blue chain Rosary and his Bible and hastened out of the room and straight into the small chapel just down the hall from his bedroom. Twenty minutes of verbal prayers and Bible reading and he was out again and marching through the semi-lit sitting room and through the already opened porch door, mumbling the repetitive prayers of the Virgin Mary’s Angelic Psalter.

One More Time… And Forever – 7

OMTAF EPISODES

CHAPTER SEVEN 

 

Kobi bustled into her car, pulled into the driveway and waved to the mall’s security personnel as she drove through the mall’s double slide gates. She was eager to be with Naeto. She’d been looking forward to spending this evening with him. She wanted to hear about his day, share about her day with him. She wanted to sit with him, talk with him, bond with him… and start becoming a part of him and of his life.

She wanted, more than anything else, for their relationship to work.

“Oh, I was so looking forward to you coming over straight from the store. I already have a bottle of wine chilled and waiting to be opened.”

His subtly accented voice rolled into her ear making Kobi’s mouth curl with pleasure. “Keep the wine chilling a little longer. I’m only making one stop before I hit your end. I would have had one of the delivery guys take care of this but I promised Mummy Brown I’ll handle it myself. She’s just off Anthony, so it’s all en route and not out of my way.”

“Don’t let her stall you with church gossip. What Pastor James did over the week isn’t important tonight.”

Raining Tuesday

Hiya folks.

Gosh, it’s raining cats, dogs and sinkers over here in PH. What’s the weather like on your end? The rain a blessing or a what-da-heck-is-this? Lol   😆

Well, whatever it is, just remember, tough times don’t last, but tough people do. And I know I got tough folks here  😉

Hey Iyke, saw you’re back. Hope you’re tons tons better. God’s divine health upon you… and us all.

Y’all have a good day now  😀

And oh, OMTAF is bound to be late today. No power and it’s raining… can’t say when they’ll restore the light. But keep your fingers clicking-ready and your romantic hearts reading-ready  😉

Cheers and kisses  🙂

Ndubuisi – 6

ND EPISODES

6 

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HER entire first week working in the school had been an experience. That was how she saw it—a chance at a new experience. An experience, especially when it was new, was not always a happy one. It wasn’t always an exciting one. What it was, was fresh and, if you were willing and open of heart and mind, inspiring.

She had learned much from her first week as a cleaner in the village’s primary school. Most of her lessons surrounded human nature and behaviour. As the faces of men differ, so indeed did their nature. And as you would not expect one to look like the other, so you should not expect them to act the same.

She had had snatches of conversations with Magnus. He liked—and Ndubuisi liked to think that it was liking that made him come to the pear tree most break periods to talk with her. Their conversations always ended same way; he had class lessons to prepare for and so must leave her. She did same thing each time he walked away, stare after him in silent admiration.

She thought him the friendliest teacher in the school. Not the kindest, for he never offered her anything or shared anything with her, and indeed she did not expect him to. But he ate whatever she offered and he came, every break period, to keep her company for the shortest period of time.

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