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DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND...

Dear Future Husband, My King, My Crown, Enibiokan Mi (the one after my heart), Ìfé Ayé Mi (the love of my life), Ìdùnnú Mi (my happiness), Àyò Mi (my joy). I know it sounds strange that I am calling you all of these sweet names even before I have met you. And I know that it sounds stranger that I think I'd ever meet you despite all the shege that your gender has shown me. My Love, life and love has dealt me so much heartbreaks and hurts, that I have almost wanted to hang my dating boots time and time again. But the thought of who you would be, fills me with so much excitement and curiosity, and keeps me hoping and praying that you come my way swiftly. And when you finally come, My Jewel, I promise to love you unconditionally, deeply, sweetly, fully and wholeheartedly. I promise to come to you healed and ready to be your wife and the mother of your kids. I promise to be your lover, your prayer mate, your own private 'ashewo' (lol), your mother, your friend, your confida...

Dear God, We Need To Talk...

Dear God, we need to talk... Dear God.... Like bitter leaf, my heart is bitter, Like walnuts, the ache of my life is getting tighter and harder to crack... I am tired.. I have been tired before now, But this, this is worse. Worse than anything I have experienced before. I am hurt.. I am depressed.. I cry.. I fail.. I AM TIRED. They say "talk to God", but each time I close my eyes, tears drop from my eyes and no sound comes out of my mouth, except for wailings and sobbing. And when I eventually summon the courage and will to talk to you, you seem far away, And like the harmattan wind, my prayers disappear. Dear God, We need to talk... Tell me, Why do I struggle, while others thrive? Why do I languish and toil, yet nothing works? Why do I toil like an elephant, and eat like an ant? Why am I trying to live a just and righteous life, yet hardship and pain are my constant companions? Why? Is it fate, or just a cruel joke by you or your angels, or is this karma for the bad things...

IYA

"Iya..." Girowa’s seductive voice boomed from the doorway of the master’s bedroom, a forlorn look on his face. '‘Yes, Girowa.'’ Iya’s soothing voice trailed like a nightingale on a cold winter night. She turned from the dressing mirror, to look at him. ‘'Iya, you know that i won’t bother you if i dont need this money badly. And you have to convince Baba to give it to me." ‘'And what do i get in return?’' Iya cooed, moving towards him like a swan, her bewitching smile cutting through Girowa's soul like a cold sword. She placed a cold palm on his cheek, her eyes piercing into his soul. ‘’What do you want? I’d give anything. This business means the world to me.’’ ‘’Then, bring your girlfriend over for the party this evening. It is high time we met her.’’ Girowa was taken aback. He stepped a bit away from Iya, his dark owl eyes searching hers. "Is that all?’’ He croaked softly in disbelief, a part of him wanting to believe Iya and the other...

THE SOON THAT NEVER CAME

THE SOON THAT NEVER CAME A Sad smile played on Ilori's face as he looked towards his young children, Ilerioluwa and Tiaraoluwanimi, laughing and giggling as they play in the children's section of the restaurant. His heart constricted at the wholesome sight before him - his children all happy. His gaze locked with that of a smiling 6 year old Tiara. Tiara blew her father a sweet kiss, which Ilori caught and placed on his heart, causing Ileri and Tiara to giggle some more before turning on their Merry Go Round. Then Asake’s voice shattered the moment: "What do you mean you're going back tomorrow? You just arrived last week, the children are just getting settled in your presence, and you're talking of going back already?" Asake shrieked, a little too loudly, causing some of the patrons to look their way. "Keep your voice down... Please." he replied softly, trying to hold her hands. Asake wards off his hands, glaring at him angrily, her eyes begining ...

THE DEVIL WHO LOVED ME. CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 5 By noon most of the girls we were expecting where at mini-campus, we had rented gigantic speakers and the trucks that we would use for the rally, 90% of the girls were dressed as instructed while the guys wore whatever they chose. Abayomi called to inform me that he,Timi and Kofo had gone to bring the Dj. Toun was sitted all pretty beside me, I couldn’t help but wonder why Abayomi would be straffing kofo. Me: how are you and Abayomi? Toun: how do you mean? Me: I mean your relationship…you guys seem to understand eachother Toun: as a matter of fact we do… Toun’s dad was a judge, I think it kinda took its toll on her. She wasn’t someone who pretended. She tells you as it is. That was probably why we remained close friends, though Abayomi was f—–g Kofo, I knew he was crazy about her. Toun: is this a backlash from you and Acho? Me: no dear…and how is the sex? Toun: normal na….when I am h—y, he is always ready.. Me: and when he is h—y? Toun: he better be lucky I am lucky at ...

THE DEVIL WHO LOVED ME. CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER 4 Toun: gist me now, what happened? Me: forget that guy dear Toun: but you said you are heartbroken, or were yoy lying as Abayomi said? Me: nope, though I am not heartbroken..i am scared Toun: Talk to me jare, is Acho threatening you? Me: this is not about Iheanacho, it’s about Timi. Toun: what about Timi? Me: Those computer science guys that want to sponsor our election insisted that kofo shouldn’t be our campaign manager, they insisted on Timi as one of the conditions for sponsorship. Toun: eeeeeyahhhh poor kofo, and she liked the position o…she is a hard worker. Sometimes I wish I could tell angels to help me slap stupidity out of some people, this poor girl didn’t know kofo was working harder on her boyfriend. Me: true, very hardworking girl..such a pity. Toun: what will you do now, have you guys been keeping in touch? Me: no, I try to avoid all contacts. There was a time I could have done juju for that guy to die Toun: is it that serious? There were a couple of thing...

THE DEVIL WHO LOVED ME. CHAPTER TWO and CHAPTER THREE

Chapter 2 It was 9:30pm when I woke up from my sleep I immediately remembered that I had to be at babis for the fundraiser. The election was to hold in 6 weeks time, though we had campaign posters all over the campuses (mini and main); National was having the upper hand. He had more financial power than Abayomi. Abayomi came from what I would describe as an average family; his dad was a retired banker while his mum was a civil servant. My dad ran 8 big stores in Alaba international market. He dealt with the importation of Samsung and sharp electronics. My dad didn’t go to secondary school talk less of a university. He came to Lagos immediately after the Biafran war, worked as a sales boy for Mr koledowo of blessed memory at idumota. Idumota was one of the biggest markets in the 70’s. Things went smoothly for a while until Mr koledowo’s wife died. He never really recovered from the shock. He himself died November 17th, 1979, leaving his store to my dad. Shortly after his demise, hi...