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 →
CHAPTER 8 Tunmise stepped into her room and took it in. This was her part of the house, she thought. She was so attached to this room she had decorated her place in Ibadan similarly. But who could blame her?… Continue Reading →
Tunmise drove into the compound as Baba Kasali let her in. She was glad to see Baba Kasali and the way he waved at her as she drove in indicated the feeling was mutual. While Audu, the other gateman was… Continue Reading →
The manuscript – chapter 2 Shantel stepped down from the plane at Murtala Muhammed International Airport, Lagos and took in her environment. Everything seemed to be exactly as she left it, she couldn’t single out any obvious change. But then… Continue Reading →
“Good afternoon,” she greeted. “Good afternoon,” he replied, regaining himself. Then she smiled that deadly smile again. He expected her to let him in but when she just kept on regarding him calmly, he realized she was waiting for an… Continue Reading →
The house stood at the beginning of a cul-de-sac in Omole part of Lagos, sturdy and majestic. The building has succeeded in emanating a contrast of luxury and homeliness. Even though it spelt wealth at first glance, underlying that, it… Continue Reading →
“Hello,” Pamilerin said again when he heard nothing from the other side. “I’m sorry, I’m just shocked. I didn’t expect to get this call.” “Oh”, he said, “It was an interesting read actually, you did a good job. And we… Continue Reading →
This was what she wanted, Sandra reminded herself as she scrubbed the plates in the sink. This was exactly her choice, so she had no place for complaint. Nobody had persuaded her to take this job and her father hadn’t… Continue Reading →
© 2026 Ayandola's Pen — Powered by WordPress
Theme by Anders Noren — Up ↑