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Our Beautiful Angels EPISODE 5

Our Beautiful Angels EPISODE 5

Stories, Love/Romance, Series
Our Beautiful Angels “Lead me to your bed,” he drawled: his hands lingering on her thighs which were now exposed- her dress having ridden up. He had pulled her unto his laps. His lips tried to claim hers again but her face moved to the side. His mouth settled on the nape of her neck, her fragrance hauling him in, rousing the part of him that felt bare. The numb part of him stripped of all feelings needing to feel complete again. One of his hands egged on by her soft moans searched furiously for the fastening on the back of her dress. “No, please, stop.” She spoke first. “Really honey?” Richard’s tone, although calm did not match the forlorn expression on his fair skinned face. He tore his hands from her body. An attentive grin wiped the forlorn look off his face when he notice
Our Beautiful Angels EPISODE 4

Our Beautiful Angels EPISODE 4

Stories, Fiction, Love/Romance, Series
Our Beautiful Angels EPISODE 4 “What has your poor wife done to deserve this Richard? She is back living in her father’s council flat when you are still alive. Did we not raise you well? If you have trouble in your matrimonial home, you call families from both sides and elders from the church to help you sort it out. As a matter of fact, I am sure Eniola has done nothing wrong. I am sure he is the one that has done something terrible, you watch Mary” Pastor John turned towards his wife on his last sentence. His belly bobbed upwards and sweat dripped from his balding head as he spoke. “Please dad today is a Sunday. I don’t want to dwell on the subject of my marriage which is already dead in the water. I have only come to see my children. Soon the matter between me and Eniola will be
Our Beautiful Angels EPISODE 3

Our Beautiful Angels EPISODE 3

Love/Romance, Fiction, Stories
Our Beautiful Angels EPISODE 3 Richard backed away from Desola because he knew kissing her would not obliterate the hurt his wife’s actions had inflicted on him. After all, it was only five days ago he found out his son might not be his. His soreness was like pus, it didn’t matter how much dressing he chucked at it, it kept seeping through. Richard went to sit on the edge of the office desk. He might as well listen to Desola. He used to love hastening home after a hard day’s work. The smell of cooking from the kitchen and the sound of Kenny chasing Taye over a raggedy doll or a fairy wand, welcomed him to his dwelling. On Fridays, they would eat out, not at Naija Spice, but at Pizza Hut, Gino’s Italian or he would pick up a few paper-wrapped freshly battered haddock and chips from t
Our Beautiful Angels EPISODE 2

Our Beautiful Angels EPISODE 2

Stories, Fiction, Love/Romance, Series
Our Beautiful Angels EPISODE 2   Desola let her face curl into a smile. She had missed Femi, her on and off boyfriend of seven months. “I am seeing someone, Desola. I am seeing a girl that I have sort of fallen for” Femi’s words knifed her hopes : her fantasies of a fairy tale wedding, a wedding night and the two children she pictured them with. She reassured herself that she had heard him wrong. It was past five and they were standing in front of Naija Spice restaurant on one of the busiest roads in Stratford, Desola could barely hear him above the cars. Commuters heading to the train station were pushing past them on the pavement. “I don’t understand you Femi” Desola asked him with the spongiest tone she could muster. Inside her head, she heard a banshee-like scream
Our Beautiful Angels EPISODE 1

Our Beautiful Angels EPISODE 1

Stories, Fiction, Love/Romance, Series
Our Beautiful Angels EPISODE 1   Richard posed the question before his wife’s eyes opened. He saw her rub her eyes and her body move under the duvet in a way that could only signal she was waking.  He reached for the base of the lamp on their bedside table and switched it off quickly; praying that his wife’s mind had not registered the ridiculous question his mouth asked, against his will. He rested his pounding head on the pillow, his rigid back turned to her. “What did you just say? “Oh no, she heard me.” Richard cursed himself for choosing to believe the words of a near stranger. He sat up, focusing his eyes on everything in the room but her. “Look at me Richard Rotimi Iretioluwa” Richard had never heard his wife speak to him like that before, but he knew he deserve
Two Straws In One Bottle!

Two Straws In One Bottle!

Stories, Fiction, Love/Romance
Two Straws In One Bottle Driving slowly towards the link road that leads to the airport, I’m trying hard to focus and calm my excited nerves. Tobi is coming home. I have dreamt of this day for months, wondering if it will ever happen. I doubt I’ll ever find the courage to tell her what I feel. Tobi and I are as different as oil and water. I still wonder how we hit it off. Not only was she outgoing and I was not, she was rich and I was poor. Yes, I was poor. No point denying the obvious. I could hardly pay my fees back then. I had to borrow text books and bunk with my mates. We met at a friend’s party, in second year. I sat at a corner, watching people have fun. That was me, always stuck on the sidelines, watching people live. ALSO READ: The New Year's Gift The party started withou
The Faithful Cheater (PART 1)

The Faithful Cheater (PART 1)

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The Faithful Cheater (PART 1) She had her red blouse on and the blue jeans she told me she bought a month ago.  There was also a blue jacket on and from where I was standing watching her; I didn’t think I’d seen it before. Let me just quickly say this before I continue; knowing and getting familiar with my girlfriend’s clothes were one of the few simple clichés a long distance relationship afforded me with her. I mean it was the high point of everything. It even afforded me the luxury of knowing all her bras and underwears. I knew every single one. Whenever she went out shopping and came back with new outfits and underwears, I was of course the first person to see them thanks to the inventors of Whatsapp and BBM. I would take the photos of her in those light cotton things, head i
The Beautiful Wings EPISODE 1

The Beautiful Wings EPISODE 1

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‘Beautiful Wings’ came after much contemplation about what kind of wings I’d like to be involved in this story. Beautiful or Broken. And I pondered if we humans had wings at all. I guess we had nothing to stand or even fly. We are that fragile. And so while I was still thinking, I found myself in the book of Ezekiel chapter 16:8 where God himself was saying something; When I passed by you again and looked upon you, indeed your time was the time of love; so I spread My wing over you and covered your nakedness. Yes, I swore an oath to you and entered into a covenant with you, and you became Mine,” says the Lord God. God loves you and I this much. I hope you get this as you keep reading. Have a wonderful day ahead and remember, God is the reason you glow! Complement of the season...
BLACK SKIN LIKE ONYX

BLACK SKIN LIKE ONYX

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BLACK SKIN LIKE ONYX That child without a name behind his name, you shouldn’t have had him. I say to myself. You should have allowed him have a name, every child deserves that, deserves to know whom he or she belongs to. I tell myself for the hundredth time today that it’s not my fault. I remind myself of this before I go livid with guilt. It is all nature’s fault that the rain decided to drop on my parade. Blame it on the rain for pouring down so heavily and yet so heavenly that evening, causing me to yearn for my enemy. Causing all sensible thought to disappear, allowing my selfish desires to win. And there he was, sleeping quietly before I reached out for him. I was standing ten feet away from where he slept when I whispered his name, “Fabian” in the dark. I could make out his peace
NOW AND FOREVER

NOW AND FOREVER

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NOW AND FOREVER The elegance of her dancing hit me that evening on my way to work, she was the sight that made my heart stop for a bit, the wonder that seized my breath; she was! The music she danced to was a crappy one, but you wouldn’t know that from the marvel she was weaving; she made the song seem better than what God’s own angels will ever sing. Her long hair buzzed about her like a halo of black, her waist writhed like a well-oiled screw setting through its inch-perfect tunnel , the sweat on her brow trickled down her face, some falling as she moved, some streamed down her finely-sculptured tower of a neck. Then she threw her head back, let a chuckle escape her lips to reveal neatly arranged teeth, not clear white, but a sparkly creamy-yellow. Her tight-fitting blouse c
Never Say Goodbye If You Can’t Let Go 4 (End)

Never Say Goodbye If You Can’t Let Go 4 (End)

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Never Say Goodbye If You Can’t Let Go 4 There was a pregnant pause. Mrs. Akigbe had tears running down her cheeks. “Ordinarily I would say no outrightly, but these kids deserve much better than this. For this reason only, will I promise to look out for them.” For the first time since being there, the corners of her mouth lifted into a smile. “Thank you…I know it might seem otherwise, but I do care for my kids and they mean the world to me” “Why then…” Mrs. Akigbe’s voice trailed off, shrugging her shoulders. She decided against saying anything. What use, if any, would this achieve?  If nothing, her presence here today does confirm that she does care about her kids in her own way. “I better start going before the kids get back from school” she said glancing at her watch. “Here’
Never Say Goodbye If You Can’t Let Go 3

Never Say Goodbye If You Can’t Let Go 3

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Never Say Goodbye If You Can’t Let Go 3 It was this incident that knocked the wind out of Michael’s sail. He wasn’t the same again for a long time. He withdrew to himself. Outside of his family, he would only communicate with Uka. He stopped participating in class activities and his school work suffered. Both his class teacher and headmistress knew something was wrong. They eventually invited his dad to school. “Good afternoon sir” Mrs. Ajayi, the headmistress and Ms. Falomo, Michael’s teacher greeted him. Mr. Adeyemi shook both their hands with a nervous smile. This was the first time he had been invited to the school without it being a general invitation to all parents. “Thank you for taking the time to come see us. I know you’ll be wondering why we requested this meeting. Going s
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