Fiction

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As We Pray

So I have come here before you, it has been a while since I was in church, the last time I was here was on my wedding day. You and I know why I have stayed away- Chuka. I have come here in spite of my unbelief these days, in spite of the fact that I have denounced Christianity

White Sheets, Black Prints

Dave yet again turned down jobs in the United States, offers from Maple Inc, McPhillips, and others, to return home yet again, to make a huge difference. Dave not only had Bachelor’s and Master’s degrees, but also numerous certification courses, all well completed. He knew he was going be hot cake in Nigeria, and he was right about that.

Inside her head, A Wedding

As soon as Tobi entered the wedding hall she remembered why she hated weddings, the concept of marriage irritated her, there were holes, traditions where favoring the males species constantly, nature, the world and even women were participates of acts and rules that confided women into roles and a lower position.

Time Warp

Since he was a young man, he believed most things were to be done by him, and as such, lived alone in his huge house, save the Gate man, Gardener, and few friends, whenever they stayed over, every other weekend. Today was going to be exciting.

The Spirit of Ecstasy

The smell of her cheap perfume and toxic fumes made the air very unhomely. She put the little pride she had left aside and slurped him until he bust a nut. That’s what they call ejaculation. Some of her mates were working in oil companies. Some others were with their husbands or wives and children. There she was rinsing semen out of her mouth. Cursed generation!.

A Crack In The Head

I didn’t know when I smashed her head into the dresser where she had been packing her makeup kit. I can’t even remember standing up from where I sat. I calmed down when I saw her front tooth fall out, I started begging her not to tell anyone but she took that time to sneak out of the door and run.

The Smiling Woman

He drained his glass at a swig and she refilled his glass again. Johnny held his drink with one hand and tickled her breast with the other. She took in the smell of his perfume as she snuggled up close to him, spilling his drink and they kissed. She traced imaginary lines on his hairy chest; she knew he loved it, she knew it from his breath.

Triggered

“If I know anybody in need of catering services, the first person that comes to mind is Feyi and that’s what I want with you. There is some writing to be done and I refer you immediately and not just because of your ability to write or that you are my friend but your quality too.”