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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
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
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
So here is what I think: If you are going through any form of domestic abuse and you are staying put for whatever reason, you are simply enabling it. Walking away will help you save your life and help the beast get help. READ THE STORY BELOW & FORM... Read More
“Hey, are you busy? Wanted talking with you about something.” It’s Bobo. 9:45pm, I’m working on a script for Mr. Achor, he said he’d be filming by the end of the week. I ignore the message and focus on editing the script.... Read More
There are hacks for everything, for keeping a man, for pleasing a girl or pitching to potential investors; for preventing your shoes from smelling or your clothes from getting worn out easily. But there are no hacks for surviving boarding school. You... Read More
It was Vicky who introduced me to Joe thinker. She said he treated his women nicely and paid them well. That’s what they say of every client though. But what’s to lose? I’ve slept with boys that offered me two thousand... Read More
Anna’s room was more or less what he had imagined it would be. A large desktop sat by the window, the closest a modern writer could get to a typewriter. The classic bookshelf, scraps of paper with illegible writing, two empty cups of coffee that... Read More
‘What are the bags for?’ Mensah inquired of his wife while gulping a cup of palm wine his friend, Agada, had brought. He had become acquainted with her packing to her mother’s house any time they had a misunderstanding. But he wasn’t... Read More