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Matthew winced, guilt settling in his chest. “I tried, Ann. I really did. But the director wouldn’t budge.” Her laughter was bitter, devoid of humour. “Tried? Did I send you to try or get it done? That’s not good enough, Matthew. Not good enough at...
As I flip through the pages of my okada experience diary, I see another date wey I circle. This one make me burst laugh, I label am as delivery knack. That particular day plaster for my mind. One of my regular customer wey I dey carry well well call...
Tunmise dashed out of the room, devastated about her discovery. Umar was in his apartment having sex with another lady. She had come to his place with a pack of home-cooked meals prepared with her allowance. It was supposed to be a surprise check-up...
After years away, Ebube reluctantly returns to his hometown, burdened by old scandals involving his half-brother’s wife and his unfaithful girlfriend. The night he arrives, he hires a prostitute, and he soon discovers his family home is in mourning;...
When I moved to Lagos for work as a thirty-year-old single man, I stayed in a large, old house in the bustling neighbourhood of Surulere. The ground floor had been converted into several cosy, modest self-contained rooms, one of which I occupied...
Hey guys! This is Deolu. Thank you so much for engaging with our content and using our Selar store. We appreciate your efforts. So, I wanted to write something special for you. Read my latest story today, I’m not saying if it’s real or...
Na around that time I jam mama Efe wey dey fry akara for one junction. Every morning by 7am I go take my okada carry her children go school, then for night around 10pm I go come her shade, wait make she pack finish, then carry she and her children...
Omo, all the enjoyment wey I enjoy inside plane eh, everything disappear ó. Because when I wake up from sleep as Alhaji done over fuck this my puna now wey come make me tire. He reach time for all of us to comot for plane. I wear my Abaya wella dey...
“We close 10, 10:30. You can come and help us clear up if you’re still awake,” he said. I didn’t agree or even respond; it was a date for me, and I was not going to miss it; I just walked away towards our back gate. When I looked back before pushing...
She tried to pull my pants up, but I stopped her. “No, we’re doing this,” I said firmly, looking at her. “We are,” I added with a smile. She then softly wrapped her hand around me for the first time. I said, “That...
