What was it, she wondered – fetish?

 ‘Stay there’. Humphrey’s voice was filled with fervor.

Pauline fought to get up but Humphrey held her down with one strong hand and slammed the belt again and again.

Pauline felt as though her backside had been flayed. “Humphrey, please stop!’ she cried.

Finally, Humphrey stood up and took a deep, quivery breath. ‘It is alright now’. … More What was it, she wondered – fetish?

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Finally, a man who understood her appetite

Immediately after the wedding, they left for Seychelles. It was a spectacular beauty to behold. They arrived late in the afternoon, with the sun sparkling over the ocean.

Humphrey took Pauline in his arms. ‘Are you hungry?’

She looked into his eyes and smiled, ‘No’.

‘Neither am I. Why don’t we get undressed?’ … More Finally, a man who understood her appetite

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The fish who loved a bird

As she drives further away from the stranger, nothing else comes to mind but the face of the one whom she left behind. The only one who has touched a part of her that she’s struggled to ignore. It will be the first time, since Uni, that someone would utter such blatant words of desire to her. And although she doesn’t even know anything about him, she had been quick to jump to the conclusion that he is not her type. Then she scuffs.

“What’s my type anyway if I’ve never had options?” she asks herself.

Then suddenly she turns, though she couldn’t say why. Back to the spot where she left him. … More The fish who loved a bird

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Part 20: Cry me a river

It was morning yet the skies were as dark as the night. With so many relatives and friends in the house to comfort Mother on the loss of her husband, the house too seemed too quiet for comfort. Just two weeks ago, the same people had gathered at our house to mourn my brother, ejire mi. Now, they are gathered to mourn my father and tomorrow? Only because the Doctor assured Mother I could live a healthy life if treatment and medications were taken seriously, I wanted to believe I would live to bury my mother. For all it is worth, I want to see her smile again.  … More Part 20: Cry me a river

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 Part 18: Ilo ya Onibode

“Omololu”, she called gently. “Omololu, Mummy is here. Open your eyes Baby. I’m here. Everything will be fine”, she said, as her voice trembled so did her hands as she struggled to lift him to herself. “Omololu –“

“Mummy”, I cried as I tried to pull her away from him.

“Call your brother”, she said as the tears rolled down her cheeks. “He will surely hear you. Call him. Tell him to open his eyes”, she said as the sobs let loose uncontrollably. … More  Part 18: Ilo ya Onibode

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Part 17: Ẹ̀jìrẹ́ ará ìṣokún

The phone dropped suddenly from my hand.

“What did he say?” Mom looked at me, eyes wide open and filled with horror. I said nothing. “Omolade, what did the person say?” I said nothing. “Hello, hello”, Mother picked up the phone and spoke repeatedly into it but Dan had hung up.

I held my hands together to my ears and screamed. … More Part 17: Ẹ̀jìrẹ́ ará ìṣokún

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