How we met: by Lanre I cannot exactly say the point when we officially met. Honestly. All I know is that I was at some special church program with serious hopes of seeing my ex and Lara was seated beside me. In the middle of the program, she yawned, shook her head and said, ‘Are you not hungry and bored?’ I was taken aback and amused but I gave a
Looking back, that day was doomed to be doomed. I had gotten into my kitchen and my maid was sleeping… SLEEPING! In my father’s house, if you doze off on duty – maid, doorman, guard or even daughter, you’re sure to have the lashings of your life. All of us had suffered it at some point. We were never really pampered because we lived in the palace. All of us
Uche always makes me look like a liar. Every time someone talks about a nice guy, I automatically say, ‘Oh yeah, my boyfriend is also like that’. And Uche never, ever, fails to say, ‘Nope, you don’t have one’. It’s kind of frustrating because other people think I’m delusional. So, I have decided to write about my boyfriend, so she’ll would know i’m not kidding. Uche, enjoy! If I
How We Met: by Jimmy The whole bank met her before I did. I’m the branch manager of a bank and to be honest, it’s a boring job. On that day, I was not particularly in a good mood. As I sorted through documents, feeling sleepy, one of the cashiers rushed into my office and informed me that there was a ‘lady causing wahala downstairs o’. She had tried to
Today’s topic is actually ‘The stranger’. Enjoy! Hey stranger. If I walked past you, would you turn like any stranger would? Or would you keep your neck straight because you’re trying hard to be a stranger? If I called your phone, would you pick up and say ‘Hello good day who am I speaking with?’ Or would you watch it ring out because you’re trying hard to be a stranger?
You’re reading this in the voice of a flower. Do not panic. Or think you’re weird. Flowers are also living things. I sit here in a vase, serving as a centre piece on a table in a semi-fancy restaurant. On this beautiful evening, I have chosen not to think of all my worries; like the fact that I shall die this night when all the guests leave and would be
I love him, he loves you, you love him, we love him. Please don’t feel guilty because of this letter. In fact, I must commend your stealthiness; You are not like those other mistresses who bombard their ‘masters’ phones with calls when he is in his real home; You are more experienced than that. With this letter, he’ll probably also deliver the news that we’re in a divorce process. I