Once upon a time, there was a girl. No, a woman. Okay, I think we should stick to ‘lady’. ‘Woman’ just sounds too old considering I know who we are talking about here. So her name is Ayandola. Yes, you… Continue Reading →
I heard a testimony some time ago and I heard it first hand, not from a third party. I saw who it happened to. According to the guy, he served in the University of Ibadan for his youth service corps…. Continue Reading →
Joan stared at her phone in disdain and horror. Her face contorted in a serious frown with her veins sticking out fiercely. Her chest heaved as she struggled to breathe, trying to calm down. She was beyond steamed and even… Continue Reading →
I watched “God’s Not Dead 2” a few days ago, and when the homicide detective was called to give his witness, it reminded me of an argument I had with someone about the authenticity of the Bible. I know a… Continue Reading →
Taking umbrage, Eddy stared at Clara with furious eyes. “How dare you!” he shouted. “How dare you read my chats? It’s my phone, not yours. Don’t you know the meaning of privacy?” Chagrined, Clara regarded her boyfriend. Although she was… Continue Reading →
Someone sent a clip to me recently. The video was of a man who had a son, an only son whom he loved very much. The man and his son were very close, extremely close and spent all their free… Continue Reading →
Anike went over the conversation again as she headed towards Ikeja mall where she was meeting Siju. She couldn’t believe nor did she understand any of it. Amira wasn’t in her league at all, she was better than that girl… Continue Reading →
I was born a “good” girl. And I remained one save for the lies and occasional stealing from mummy’s pot or purse as the event called for it. Sometimes I still wonder why I bothered with some of the lies… Continue Reading →
Okay, I am tired of people saying love is not enough and telling us how some kind of qualities are what we need to succeed in marriage. LOVE IS ENOUGH. IT IS ALL YOU NEED FOR A SUCCESSFUL RELATIONSHIP OR… Continue Reading →
Later that night, Esther Badejo couldn’t sleep. Her mind kept replaying the events of the day. She decided it was a good day, after all. And it was also necessary; they had all needed it, even if they had been… Continue Reading →
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