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Still, I did not object; I just tiptoed from the toilet and peeped into the room. Ruka was there on the bed, sleeping soundly and snoring. But then, this was not a time to start self-reflection of how I had betrayed my best friend. She betrayed me...
She just smile small, turn around, begin waka comot. Na that day I pay attention to her yansh well. If you see how her nyansh take dey shake… the two heavy cheeks rolling inside the thin gown like dem no get bone. I see clear say she no wear pant...
The driver’s frantic wave went completely unnoticed. Lekan never saw the bus driver; he was too busy lecturing me about the town’s landscape and the neighbouring communities, gesturing with one hand while the other steered the bike. By the time we...
The quiet that befell my room after Ruka left almost left me deaf. I was frustrated and angry, but several other emotions ran through my body at the same time, and I just could not explain what exactly I was feeling at the moment. All I knew was...
As I turn the wheel of the car and enter my compound that hot afternoon, the first thing wey hit my eye na the fine sleek black Benz wey park for the middle of the compound. The motor dey shine like say dem just drive am comot from showroom, body...
Without warning, he thrust the phone at me. “Insert your account number.” No bargaining. No negotiation. Pure arrogance. My fingers trembled as I typed in my details and handed the phone back. He tapped a few more times, then turned the screen...
The car drove slowly; at first, I thought that was fatigue on Ezekiel’s side. I was getting irritated by the way he drove and almost lashed at him before the car made a full halt. He briefly shook hands with Lekan before that one peered into the...
My lovely Grace… Anytime you dey come my house, I already know say that day go be public holiday for me, because we go knack until the bed for my room go cry. But wetin I no understand na why you dey always come over to my house dressed like...
Chapter 7 throws its hero straight into a nightmare: a village under siege, a deadly betrayal, and a desperate escape into enemy territory where every step could be his last. What starts as a retreat becomes a tense survival mission filled with...
She arched into my touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. “Oh… yes…” she whispered, her head falling back as I teased her with my tongue. Her hands moved to my trousers, unbuttoning them with practised ease, and I kicked them off, my erection...
