Hey you! This is a continuation of the Heartbreaker Series. Read part four here. This love story you're about to read is fictional and a figment of the writer's imagination (that's me, by the way). Any resemblance to any person, place or event is purely coincidental. Photo: Tosin Junaid© WARNING: This story is very addictive.…
Hey you! This is a continuation of the Heartbreaker Series. Read part three here. This love story you're about to read is fictional and a figment of the writer's imagination (that's me, by the way). Any resemblance to any person, place or event is purely coincidental. Photo: Tosin Junaid© WARNING: This story is very addictive.…
I did not always have long hair. I never even had a personal relationship with my hair. Because back in the days, my mother used to wash our hair after house chores and breakfast on Saturday. It was not anything fancy. Just my head bowed over our sparkling white bathtub, hair strewn all over the…
Hey you! This is a continuation of the Heartbreaker series. Read part two here. This love story you're about to read is fictional and a figment of the writer's imagination (that's me, by the way). Any resemblance to any person, place or event is purely coincidental. Photo: Tosin Junaid© WARNING: This story is very addictive.…
Hey you! NOTE: This is a continuation of the Heart breaker series. Read part one here. This love story you're about to read is fictional and a figment of the writer's imagination (that's me©, by the way). Any resemblance to any person, place or event is purely coincidental. Photo: Tosin Junaid© WARNING : This story…
This love story you're about to read is fictional and a figment of the writer's imagination (that's me, by the way). Any resemblance to any person, place or event is purely coincidental. WARNING: This story is very addictive. Read only at your own discretion! I apologize in advance if there are plotholes. It is a…
When I heard that the ASUU strike had been suspended, I switched off my mobile data. You sef, somebody is likely to shake their head, puzzled. But over the years, my tolerance level for monotony has reached a nadir. Having survived close to four (4) indefinite and independent strike actions in the space of four…
I grew up in a big, very big house inside a sprawling compound with cocoa trees and avocado trees and tangerine trees (We ate cocoa for dessert). The legend is often even told of the exotic peacocks that my family used to own years before my mother dreamed of giving birth to me.
September was the smell of the house in Mushin. Its cold, musty floor boards. The gradual rot of big, overripe cashews sitting forgotten in a plastic bowl on the kitchen sink. The aroma of fish, fresh fried fish sauteed in the hot, peppery sauce that Grandma made on Saturdays for the women from her Bible…
Episode 2 "Esele, I'm scared!", she begged him. If he had heard her, his face didn't betray any emotion. She blanched in shock when his hands snaked into her blouse. Kosi knew she ought to be excited when his cold fingers slightly brushed the warm, sensitive skin of her stomach but she only wanted to…
