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I watched her settle the fare with the bike man. Every possible scenario raced through my head. Had Banke set me up? Was there something I had missed? Regret hit me like a physical blow. Maybe I should have gone straight to my grandmother’s place in...
My movement slowed down, and I could not bear to take my eyes off my phone – waiting for Fawaz to give me the response I wanted. The other girl had put quite some distance between us now, and I was losing my patience. I started to type again, only...
The casual way he handled her made her stomach turn. She wanted to push him away, but to do that she would have to uncross her arms, and if she did, she risked exposing herself through the enormous armholes of the T-shirt. She kept her arms pinned...
The Streets That Raised Us is a coming-of-age story centred on a bright young boy, Quadri, whose transition into senior secondary school marks the beginning of a harsh awakening to the realities of family, friendship, adulthood and life in his...
I no gree comot from my room. I just sit down for the edge of the bed dey reason the kind temptation Kelechi go use finish me this time wey she come. From the way she take hug me tight when she greet me downstairs, I don already smell serious...
Back in the safety of her own bedroom, with Emeka working late at the office, Adaugo finally allowed herself to examine her purchase. She locked the bedroom door, drew the curtains, and sat on the edge of the bed, her heart thudding against her ribs...
There was no slow build-up. No teasing. Banke laughed, a soft, breathless sound. My heart skipped a beat as an image of Aduke flashed in my head, I shoved it off immediately, there was no space for Aduke in my head at that point. Not when I had...
For the past five days now, my Oga has been a bit cranky. She can always come to the shop, but she cannot go to her house. I never quite understood why she was like that; it’s not as if she wasn’t enjoying herself over at Alhaji’s place...
Chuka sat on the edge of his bed, shoulders slumped, fiddling with the zip of his school bag. He finally looked up at his mother, his voice low but urgent. “Mum, please. You need to speak to John. He’s the one making my life miserable at school...
My heart just stop instantly! The hug wey follow that call no be ordinary hug, e be like attack. Sharp, fast, and tight. Her whole soft breasts press hard against my chest like warm foam, heavy and full. I stagger small, struggle to stable myself so...
