Sinners

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Come let us sin together. Take off your clothes – no, let me help you do that. Yes…you are scared, I can tell. Your heavy breathing is not anxiety, its beauty –the beauty of sin. No, I am not nervous. But I am a sinner and sinners lie;... Read More

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The Others

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Mother was sitting from across the table, complaining about the rise in the price of tomatoes. “One tomato costs 100naira! Just imagine” I was about to respond, when I felt the slimy uncomfortable wetness between my thighs. It was not supposed to... Read More

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Behind Closed Doors – 2

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Click HERE for previous episode Ajo had no idea how to react. For a moment, he stood inert and in a daze. His eyes moved from his uncle, to Felicia, the sister of the Missus. The room was dimly lit but he could see their faces. Certain that there were... Read More

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Mistress – Finale

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click HERE for previous episodes “Is there a problem” “No” “You threw my phone at me like it was burning your palms. Start talking Zira” His voice is firm, you say nothing, turn to your clothes and continue folding them into your... Read More

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Behind Closed Doors

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Ajo picked up the mop-stick from the floor with a languid look on his face. He rubbed his eyes and yawned. It was another one of those mornings: same routine but on a different calendar date. His twenty-six-year-old face bore the forlorn look of a man... Read More

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Mistress – 2

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click HERE to read first episode It began with a Facebook message. “You are so opinionated!” you would have been offended, you would have asked him to fuck off but you replied with a laughter emoji instead and as they say, the rest is history. 3... Read More

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Mistress

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The fragrance from the air diffuser reminded you of a life you once lived; rich, innocent, full. You sat on the bed and felt the sheets in your palms “pure cotton” you whispered. “Only God knows how much he paid for this room” You raised... Read More

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Words Are Heavy

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IVEREM The anus is like a trumpet, but who will volunteer to blow it? Whose lips will agree to linger at the tip of a hole, black from all the corruption the mouth has swallowed? But the anus brings release. Uncle Tarfa says his daughters are not... Read More

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