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By Damescaucus He entered the gym to find her working out with light weights. She was early today, he thought as he walked past her. He flashed her a smile. She didn’t smile back. She never smiled back. In the one week since he’d gotten back and... Read More
By Babatomiwa Seriki Click HERE for previous episodes of ‘Dawn Behind a Red Door” “Your call has been forwarded to voicemail; leave a message after the beep.” I tried her line for the umpteenth time and if I burnt calories for every time... Read More
Alhaja Nnenna Bahaushe was the first wife of Alhaji Babajide Bahaushe, a major gold and jewelry merchant. He began his business as a trader to the north in the early seventies, selling gold in bulk to top wholesalers and retailers. He was so shrewd in... Read More
Here is the second episode of The Poisoned Chalice, written by myself – Elsie Godwin. Do enjoy: Click HERE for the first episode. Doyin looked down at the result as it flashed positive. Under normal circumstances, she would have been happy but no,... Read More
By Blessing Alikeju Words you say resonate deep within me, But I wish them from the lips of another. Things you do make me wonder, But I wish they were acts of another. We developed a bond, a friendship, I’d prefer it to stay that way. You love me,... Read More
Click here for Rumor Has it – 1 “How are you doing my dear?” Ese looked at the elderly woman who sat in her living room as though she owned it. The question did not reflect genuine concern. Ese could detect that easily. She did not care, she... Read More
By Sunil sharma Some notes haunt! Ovid spotted Philomela in the elusive nightingale and heard her plaintive song that moved his heart to compose his version of the metamorphosis. He recunted a horror tale of the yore. Its echoes resound... Read More
By Adam Engel Seventeen all lissome energy and curves: tight jeans cut-off at the knee. Sunrise at the beach. Coppertone and cigarettes. Her dark Kennedy shades. Lip-stick like the apparition of a rose — not-quite-red. Almost red:... Read More
I shuddered slightly in the chill of the harmattan evening. Cupping the mug in both hands and closing my eyes. I took a deep breath. The sweet aroma of the peach and rose hips herbal tea traveled up my nose into my head and infused my thoughts with... Read More