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Saturday, December 31, 2016

My Mammy Water Girlfriend ( Finale Promo)

"Your uncle seems nice. Thought he was going to be difficult,  you know make all kinds of crazy demands like some relatives do," said Jay.

Reena shrugged.

"He had no choice but cooperate. Afterall,  I'm not a little girl still living under his roof. I'm 25, a grown woman; old enough to make my own decisions. "

Jay took her hand and kissed it.

"Thanks, babe. I promise you won't regret this!"

 Watch out for the rest of the story tonight! Don't miss it!

Hope y'all have a wonderful day and may the coming year be filled with joy, laughter and abundant blessings for you and your loved ones!
Happy holidays!

Tuesday, December 27, 2016

My Mammy Water Girlfriend (6)

The following weekend, Jay was at the barber's having a haircut when he got a frantic phone call from Reena.

She sounded upset as if she had been crying.
"You need to come home right now, Jay!" she said.

As he drove the short distance to his house, he wondered what could have happened.

Had the so-called 'spirit' husband suddenly showed up in the flesh or what, he wondered.

Reena was sitting on the steps of the verandah of his apartment, surrounded by suitcases and other luggage.

"What's going on here?" he asked, as he stepped out of the car.

She ran up to him.

"Your mother, Jay. She came and...and..." she said, her voice breaking.

"My mother's around? And she threw you out of the house? Where's she?" he demanded, noting her dishevelled look, her eyes dull- looking and red rimmed from weeping.

She nodded towards the house.

 "Are you ok? Come with me," he said, holding her by the shoulders.

Inside the house, his mother and Aunty Grace, her younger sister were at the dining table, eating and talking.

"Oh, Jacob, you're back. Come and join us. I brought your favourite vegetable soup and..."

Usually, Jay was always happy to see his mother whenever she came visiting from her Ikorodu home but not that day; not after what she had done to Reena.

"What's the meaning of this, Mama?
Why are you doing this to my wife? How can you just come here and throw her out like that?"

"Wife? What wife? When did you marry her? Anyway it's not going to happen as long as I'm alive!" she declared.

"That's not the issue now, Mama. She's staying with me and you can't just come and kick her out! Where do you want her to go?"

Monday, December 26, 2016

My Mammy Water Girlfriend (5)

 "Why?" What do I need to see a pastor for? Reena queried. It was Sunday morning and Jay had woken up with a hangover from all the booze he had drunk the night before at the club.

 He would have preferred to sleep for a few more hours as his head ached but this was something he needed to do.

So, he had dragged himself out of bed and made for the kitchen where Reena was preparing breakfast.

"You look like crap!" she said as he entered the kitchen. He sat at the kitchen table, his head on his forehead.
"Here, drink this. It will clear your head," said Reena, placing a glass of warm lime and ginger juice on the table.

"Thanks,  Sweet," he said. He took a sip of the drink, grimaced and drank more.

After a while, he felt clear headed enough to bring up the matter uppermost in his mind- the need to seek a solution to her problem.

 "It's for your own good Reena," he said, trying to make her see reason.
"You're going through some form of spiritual attack which needs sorting out."

She shook her head

"Nobody's attacking me. Besides, I'm not in bondage so why do you say I need to go for deliverance?"

 He really tried but she was adamant, refusing bluntly to see anyone in respect of her 'troubles'.

As she moved around the kitchen preparing the meal, he watched her keenly, his eyes settling on her rounded backside emphasised by the bum shorts she wore. He wondered if he should ask her directly if she really is what Okey thought she might be.

'But she doesn't look like one,' he thought.'But how will I recognise an 'ogbanje' when I've never seen one?' he wondered.

"What are you staring at like that?" asked Reena, turning round to gaze at him.

Sunday, December 25, 2016

Season's Greetings!

 From all of us at Escapades!, we send the warmest wishes to all our visitors and fans round the world that this day be filled with joy, happiness and peace for you and your loved ones! Have a merry Christmas and a fun filled holiday!

 The next episode of our ongoing series will be posted later today. Don't miss it!

Thursday, December 22, 2016

My Mammy Water Girlfriend (4)

He carried her to his room and laid her on the bed.
"Put off the light, Jay."

 "Why?" he asked as he began to undress.

 But she insisted so he complied,  thinking she was shy about exposing her body as some ladies were.

By then, he was so much in the throes of desire for her, he was ready to do anything she wanted.

He quickly shed the rest of his clothes and soon, all that could be heard in the room were Reena's soft gasps as he placed light kisses all over her, her scrumptious body and butter-soft skin igniting his passion even more to feverish levels.

After that first night together, a besotted Jay, who wanted her around all the time, made her move in with him.

"I want to see you at my doorstep whenever I come home from work."

Sunday, December 18, 2016

My Mammy Water Girlfriend (3)

Jay stood at the balcony of his apartment, frowning deeply. He had known Reena was difficult.

 Look how long it took him to make her accept him, to be his girlfriend- nearly three months after he had first met her at the niteclub.

 Because of her, the club almost became his second home as that was the only place she chose to hang out with him.

Later, when she finally agreed to visit him at home, he had been elated. He felt then that he was getting somewhere with her for by this time, he had become quite obsessed with her.

He thought of her all day long even at work when he was at important meetings.

 He wanted more than anything to make her his, body and soul.
So, why was she acting this way, he wondered.

 Four months of dating, of spending time and doing things together, yet the one thing he wanted so much from her was denied him.

"You can't!" she would push him away whenever he wanted something more than a kiss.

Saturday, December 17, 2016

My Mammy Water Girlfriend (3) Promo

 What's next for Jay and the mysterious Reena?  Join us later tonight for the sizzling details.

Here's a peek of the next episode:

She looked at him askance, her brows raised.    

"And what's that supposed to mean?" she asked.

"It shows you don't love me. That you don't want to commit yourself to me.".

Reema sighed, and taking his hand, said:

"Is doing what you want the only way of proving my love for you? "

Tuesday, December 13, 2016

My Mammy Water Girlfriend (2)

"Hey , man!" I've told you all I know! I've not seen the girl here! You think I'll see someone who fits your description and I won't remember? " Victor, the barman said in an exasperated tone.

Jay had been pestering him all night over the mystery lady he was looking for. It had been the same the weekend before, and the one before that. He was getting sick of it all.

He dragged his eyes from the picture of a sexy Nollywood actress he had been ogling on his phone, to look at Jay who sat dejectedly on a stool by the bar, nursing a drink.

 He had been sitting there for most of the evening,  just drinking, sighing and gazing around as
if expecting someone.

 He had known Jay for about a year since he started patronising the club and they had become quite friendly. He was a cheerful, friendly, fun loving young man who loved life.

He had never seen him look so dull before and all because of a woman!

Who was she anyway, and why was he searching so frantically for her, Victor wondered.

Maybe a girlfriend who he did something really bad to, to make her dump his sorry ass. Yes, that must it, he thought with a smirk.

He felt sorry for him though, so he said:

Sunday, December 11, 2016

My Mammy Water Girlfriend (1)

They parted once they entered the niteclub, with Jay making his way upstairs, while Okey, his friend and colleague headed for the restroom.

To Okey, a night of heavy drinking began with an empty stomach so 'there'll be enough room for all the booze I want,' he often said.

"See you," said Jay. At the bar, he ordered a bottle of beer and stood, chatting with Victor, who managed the bar.

"Busy night," Jay said, his eyes roving round.
 "More than usual," said Victor. " My feet are killing me."

 "Maybe you should take me as your assistant to help out," said Jay.

"And have you and that drunk of a friend of yours drink up all my booze? No way!" he said, reaching for a glass to pour a shot of brandy for a customer. 

Jay laughed and picking up his beer, climbed the few steps that led up to the platform which overlooked the dance floor. 

 It was full, with pulsating music throbbing at deafening levels, the dancers moving to the beats.

Jay stood at the edge of the platform, leaning on the railings, observing the scene. That evening he was not in the mood to dance; all he wanted was drink,  chill out with Okey and other friends.

Saturday, December 10, 2016

My Mammy Water Girlfriend (Promo)

Our new series 'My *Mammy Water Girlfriend' will begin running this weekend. Don't miss this exciting tale of love, obsession, romance and intrigue with a mix of mystery and the exotic.
 Here's an excerpt of the story:

 The dance floor was full, with pulsating music throbbing at deafening levels, the figures moving to the beats.

Jay stood at the edge, observing the scene, a bottle of beer in his hand. That evening he was not in the mood to dance; he just came to chill out with Okey, his friend and colleague at the office.

 He took a swig of his drink and was about turning away when he saw her.

 She stood a few feet away, dancing alone, separate from everyone on the dance floor,  as if in that throng of bodies, she was in a world of her own...

Note: 'Mammy Water' is a local term for mermaid

Friday, December 09, 2016

The Television Show (3)

  Days before the taping of the show, Jolomi watched as Claudine worked, ate, talked and even slept with excitement. She called friends and family telling them that she and her 'mari' will be appearing on National TV. For sure, many of their friends would be watching that day.

 So, unsurprisingly, on the day of the show’s taping, a large company of friends accompanied them to the studio.

The journey to the studio was a long one for Jolomi; he kept thinking, as he felt the show would expose his façade and his inability to integrate with the French culture. He imagined how tough the questions would be, how he will mumble helplessly, and maybe eventually snap out in anger.

He imagined he’ll be asked Claudine’s favourite brand of cigarette and he would not know, be asked his favourite French dish and he’ll not have one. He wished there were better ways to be exposed rather than on National TV; how he hated Patrice for giving this 'special gift.'

There were bright lights, huge cameras and attendants carrying all kinds of gadgets. It was twenty minutes before the taping of the show, and Claudine and Jolomi were in the studio, on stage, ready. The multitude of friends who followed them was seated in the live audience section, waving and smiling.

Wednesday, December 07, 2016

The Television Show (2)

Like every typical Nigerian child, Jolomi grew up associating cigarettes with hooliganism and irresponsibility. But when he arrived in France, he saw that smoking was a fashion statement rather than a rebellious act.

 He observed that it was an activity enjoyed by responsible-looking people, business men, teenagers, and celebrities.

And even his chain-smoking significant other, Claudine was not left out. The bed, the sofas and sometimes even their baby’s toys smelt of cigarette smoke. It was Claudine’s signature in the house.

  Three years ago, when Jolomi ate pounded yam and banga soup at an African restaurant in Chateau Rouge, Paris, he did not know that it would be his last African meal. His marriage to Claudine had introduced him to an array of French cuisine he could not understand.

He knew he had lost a lot of weight since their marriage- all those vegetables, vegetables and more vegetables seemed to be doing him no good, but how could he complain? After all you’re supposed to “do like the Romans  when in Rome”…and also eat like them.

  Even, Claudine’s show of affection in public seemed to concern him. When he first arrived in France and saw teenagers kissing on the street, Jolomi was quick to condemn such “despicable” act. But today, he had to cope with Claudine snuggles in public places, and pretend to enjoy them.

Saturday, December 03, 2016

The Television Show ( 1)

Marrying an 'oyibo' woman has its advantages. First, anytime you go back home with your wife, to visit your loved ones back in Naija, you get uncommon respect from the airport to your destination, everyone wants to say hello to your wife, everyone respects the man who was able to get a “white babe”.

 Second, you are likely to become an automatic citizen of your wife’s country — naturalization by marriage, as they call it. 

But for Jolomi, after three years of his marriage to his oyibo, he was yet to see these benefits.

Each time Jolomi remembered his reasons for coming to France five years ago, he always laughed at himself.

 Like some Nigerians, rich or poor, he longed for “greener pastures” in the West. On coming to France, his main priority was to get a Masters degree, get a good job, and then naturalize and become a French Citizen. 

Wednesday, November 30, 2016

After The Wedding (7) Finale


 Tare stood by the window of the bedroom of the suite, gazing down at the city below. From that height from the penthouse of the hotel, she could see part of the city spread before her, the lights from the buildings twinkling like a million stars.

It was a lovely view, but its beauty was lost on her. Her dark thoughts were in contrast with the bright city lights, thoughts mixed with voices in her head, mostly hers and Eddy’s as they threw harsh words at each other…

 "You think I married you just to go on honeymoon to some exotic place?" he had stated scornfully.

 She had taken a step backwards.

"Why? Why did you marry me then?"

Shrugging in a nonchalant manner, he had said: “It’s time you knew the truth anyway. For the opportunity of making it big! Since you’re from a wealthy family, I felt if I hooked up with you, it would be a chance to upgrade myself, be among the rich class and become rich myself.

 "Especially when I heard what your father did for your sister during her own wedding. N250 million Naira cash! A mansion and other goodies. An ambitious man like me would do anything for that kind of money! I thought your father would do the same for us at our own wedding. Only for the old man to end up messing up big time! 

"Prayers my foot! Will prayers make me rich?" 
 Tare slumped on the bed, a dazed look on her face, her hand on her head.

" So, it's true! My Dad was right afterall," Tare had said. "He advised me not to rush things, to study you more before committing myself. But I was madly in love and that blinded me to everything."

Her voice broke. "You said you loved me, Eddy! That I was the best thing that ever happened to you! So, all your sweet declarations of everlasting love and devotion,  of us being together forever were all fake?"

"Love?" he had said with a short laugh. " If I loved any woman at all, it was Ini. But I left her for you, because of what I thought I would gain from being with you."

 He had paused and walked close to where she sat on the bed.

"It's now clear I made the wrong choice and it's time I sorted this out. "

 She had looked up at him warily. 

 "What do you mean?" she had asked.

 " This," he said, pulling off the ring she had lovingly placed on his finger some hours before at the church ceremony. 

"It's over! I can't keep up with this charade anymore.  Let's end things cleanly before the situation gets worse. I'm out of here!" With that, he had picked up his jacket and headed for the door.

Tare jumped up from the bed.

" Wait, Eddy! You can't leave just like that! We just got married! What will people say if they hear our marriage is over even before it began? Stay, Eddy! We can resolve this in an amicable way!"

But he ignored her.

At the door, he had turned towards her, a cold look on his face.

"My lawyer will send you the divorce papers. It will be a quickie divorce as the marriage was never consummated."

 And he was gone.

Tare ran after him along the corridor pleading with him all the while. 

"Eddy, don't go! You can't leave me here all alone! If it's money you want,  I'll talk to my Dad. Come back Eddy! Please, don't go!"

 That had been the last she saw of him. Later, her family and friends,  shocked by the turn of events,  had quickly rallied round her and everything had become a blur...


Tare turned from the window, the room suddenly feeling stuffy. She needed some fresh air, a change of scene.

 In the living room, Mina and Tejiri were watching TV while the other girls were sprawled on the couch and other chairs, asleep. 

They both looked up when she stepped into the room. 

 "Do you want something?" Mina asked. She was eating some of the wedding cake from a plate on her lap.

" I'm going for a walk. I feel as if I will choke in that room, " Tare said.

"Alright. We'll come with you as it's so late," said Tejiri, getting up and reaching for her flip flops. 

"Don't bother. I'm not going far. I'll just stay in the garden for a while and clear my head"

After she had gone, her two friends exchanged glances and made for the door.

 The garden flanked the poolside where some of the hotel guests were sitting, drinking and chilling.

 Tejiri and Mina saw her sitting on a chair, her shoulders slumped and gazing up at the dark sky.

Mina sighed with relief. "Thank God she's ok. For a moment, I thought she was going to do something crazy. Like jumping off the roof or something."

"Tare is strong. She'll overcome this," said Tejiri. Then in an angry tone, her hand bunched up as if to throw a punch, added: "That Eddy! He had better stay far away because the day I set my eyes on him, he' ll be dead meat! The bastard!"


As the call ended, Tare's father stepped into the living room. 

"Oh, you are back, dear. Tare just called. She said she would be coming home today," his wife said.

"About time. Its been four days now. She can't stay cooped up in that hotel room forever."

" She needed some time to recover a bit from the shock."

" She has to put what happened behind her and move on. It's painful but the deed has been done." He paused. "The silly boy! A little bit of patience and he would have gotten what he wanted."

She looked at him curiously. "What do you mean?"

"I had something planned for both of them- two of our buildings at Lekki, the same amount of money I gave to Selema and her husband, shares in the company and other things. I even wanted to set up a construction company which he would manage since that's his field.

 "I wanted to give it to them in six months time when I had observed him enough and was satisfied he was not with our daughter just for the money. 

"What happened enabled us know the kind of person he is. That he's nothing but a bloody gold digger!"

The End

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Tuesday, November 29, 2016

After The Wedding (Finale Promo)


What's next for Tare who's in a bad place right now?

   Here's a sneak peek of the finale of this popular series:

From that height from the penthouse of the hotel, she could see part of the city spread before her, the lights from the buildings twinkling like a million stars.

 "You think I married you just to go on honeymoon to some exotic place?" he had stated scornfully.

 She had taken a step backwards.

"Why? Why did you marry me then?"

"....  An ambitious man like me would do anything for that kind of money!"

 Watch out for the full story tomorrow!

Saturday, November 26, 2016

After The Wedding (6) special gift

He began his speech by thanking all the guests " who had come from far and near even from outside the country to celebrate with me and my family on this joyous occasion.

"This is a great day for me particularly as a father because it's every parent's desire to see his children grow to adulthood, get good partners and settle down to marital life.

Tare is now off the 'market' but I still have one daughter who's yet to marry so any young man in this hall who's interested in her should meet me after this ceremony!" he said amidst laughter from the amused guests.

He paused briefly before continuing his speech.

"When my oldest daughter had her wedding a few years ago, I gave the new couple some wedding gifts to help them start off their new life together.
 Today, I'm going to do the same for Tare and my new son-in- law, Edward."

A pause then:

"First, I'm sponsoring their honeymoon to any location in the world they want. But my second and greatest gift though is prayers- prayers for them that their union will be richly blessed especially with children so that by this time next year,  I'll be carrying my grandchild in my arms! "

The guests clapped and cheered as he finished his speech and sat down.

Friday, November 25, 2016

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Wednesday, November 23, 2016

After The Wedding (5) a family tradition

   A shocked Eddy rushed at Ini and prised her hands from Tare’s neck.
 “Control yourself, Ini! What has come over you?” he said angrily. He then focused his attention on Tare, examining her neck and face.
 “Are you alright?” he asked in a concerned tone as he led her to the couch.
 Tare nodded, rubbing her neck with her hand.
Eddy pointed at Ini and indicating the door, said: “I think you better leave before something terrible happens.”
 Ini stood for a moment, observing them, a pained look on her face.
 “I’ll go. But remember this,” she said to Tare. “Just as he has made me cry today, so will you also weep tears of anguish over him one day. You’ll remember my words one of these days!”
 And with that she was gone.
 Tare began her wedding preparations in earnest, fully supported by her mother who looked forward to another wedding in the family after the nuptials of Selema, Tare’s older sister, three years earlier.
 Her father though was not too keen. “Why the rush to get married? We barely know this young man. Or his motives,” he said grumpily.

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

After The Wedding (5) Preview

 Despite the opposition from Ini and others, the wedding arrangements go on. In the meantime,  Tare's father has a surprise package for the new couple on their wedding day that will have a strong impact on their lives.

 Here's a snippet of Part 5 to wet your appetite:

 "What other motive is there apart from love. The young man loves our daughter and it shows."

"You should know better,  Agnes, that there's more to marriage than love."

"That has always been your problem!  Always suspicious of any man you see near our daughters!" she said heatedly.

 Watch this space for the rest of the story which will be published soon!

 And for readers who are complaining that my ' soon' is becoming too long, that I should be posting more often, please bear with me because of my schedule which is tight.

 Stay blessed and do have a great day!

Sunday, November 20, 2016

After The Wedding ( 4 ) my destiny

A powerful wave swept onshore, spraying cold sea water at their feet. That brought them back to reality and they broke apart.

Tare touched her lips, that still had the imprint of his kiss, with her finger, then gazed up at him.

"Why?" There was a look of wonder, surprise and growing excitement on her face.

He smiled. " What does it look like? " Taking her hand, he led her to a dry spot on the beach, under
some coconut trees.

They sat down and he began to speak; how he had been attracted to her right from when they first met but "I had to resist because of Ini."

 "So, why now? "

 He cupped her face in his hands.  " Because I couldn't fight It anymore! You're just too irresistible, Tare! " And he kissed her again. She wound her arms round his neck, a euphoric feeling washing over her.

What she had longed for, dreamed about all this while was finally happening and she could not be happier.

Later, something occurred to her.

"What about Ini? "

He hugged her close to him.  "I'll take care of it. Don't worry about it, my darling. "

Thursday, November 17, 2016

After The Wedding (4) Promo

 What happens when Tare and Eddy get back to Lagos from Kombia Island? Watch out for the details coming soon!

Meanwhile, here's a little preview of what to expect in Part 4:

"How could you do this to me, Eddy? You promised to always be there for me, to love no other woman but me. What happened to all your promises?" She paused, took a deep breath and turned.

"As for you, you could have any man you want with your  beauty and 'aristo' background.  Why did it have to be my MAN?" she screamed. 

 Don't miss the full story as it promises to be sizzling!

Wednesday, November 16, 2016

After The Wedding (3)

She told him about the wedding invitation.
He did not seem too enthusiastic saying: "I'm not normally into weddings but for you..."

"Thanks, Eddy. See you then!" 
After ending the call, she smiled happily to herself and immediately began planning her outfit for the day so she would look stunning...

 Six weeks later

Tare picked up her mobile phone and handbag, said 'Goodnight' to her colleague who was working late and stepped out of the office.

 It was Friday evening and she was meeting Eddy at a funspot at Ikeja.

 In the past,  she spent most of her weekend s, when there was no work with her girlfriends. But with Eddy's arrival on the scene, she saw less of them.

And they were not amused.

" What's so special about this Eddy guy that you've abandoned us for him?" whined Mina.

"I thought you said he had a fiancé. Are you planning to be a second wife?" Toyin chipped in.

"Poor Tare! The guy has used 'love charm' on her!" Doris,  who seemed to find fun in most situations, laughed derisively. 

Monday, November 14, 2016

After The Wedding (3) Preview

She took Eddy's hand and they walked away from the palace, the sounds of the ceremony-the drumbeats, singing and general revelry - following them as they left the town centre.

 They walked down a winding, narrow path and soon emerged on a beach. Birds flitted among the tall coconut trees that bordered the beach, their birdsong in tune with the roar of the ocean waves as they flowed onshore.

Tare bent down to remove her high heeled shoes, sighing as her tired feet sank into the soft sand. Eddy did likewise and they walked barefoot on the white sand.

 "This is the ocean side of the Island?" he asked, gazing over the vast expanse of water into the horizon.

 "Yeah." She pointed to their right. "You see that tall structure over there? That was the lighthouse used by ships from Europe and other parts of the world to the Island centuries ago."

 They were silent for a moment then turning to him, she said:

Friday, November 11, 2016

After The Wedding (2)

He assessed the situation . “Do you have a spare?” he asked, squatting and checking out the deflated tyre. 

“Yes” she answered quickly, too glad that help had come her way. She opened the car booth and brought out the spare tyre and some tools.

 He worked fast and soon, the bad tyre had been replaced and after checking everything was in place, he straightened up. “I think it’s ok now,” he said, picking up the tools and replacing them in the booth.
 “Thanks so much. I was just about abandoning the car to pick a cab when you came along. You’re a God-sent. I’ve no clue about changing tyres.”
He wiped his hands with a hanky.
“I understand. I’ve sisters who drive but it will be easier for them to fly than change a tyre,” he said, a wry smile curving his lips.
Tare brought out her phone and said: “Can I have your number?”
 He gazed at her with his clear, calm eyes before answering.
“The name’s Eddy.”

"I’m Tare. Thanks Eddy for your help. I’ll call you,” she said, smiling.
She stood watching him as he walked to his car and drove away.
 “Nice guy. And he’s cute,” she muttered to herself. Then remembering her sister, who must have arrived at the airport, she quickly got into her car.

Tuesday, November 08, 2016

After The Wedding (1)

The room was dimly lit by a lamp at the bedside table which threw soft shadows on the lone figure on the large bed of the honeymoon suite.

Turning restlessly on the bed, Tare lay on her back, her gaze fixed on the ceiling, her mind a jumble of thoughts, most of which were dark, gloomy. She thought of the events of a few hours before when what began as one of the most exciting days of her life had ended in such a horrible manner.

 On the day of her marriage to the man she loved with all her being, whom she should have been spending the night with, the first of many in their future, she was all alone, sad and in the grip of such misery, she felt she would die.

A lone tear sneaked its way down her face and fell on the soft pillow. As if on cue, the door to the bedroom, which had been slightly ajar, opened to admit Tejiri, her best friend and her chief bridesmaid at the wedding.

 She had changed from her bridesmaid’s gown of baby blue satin and tulle into a large T shirt which left her plump thighs bare.

She walked quickly across the room stopping by the bed to gaze down at Tare. Tare stared blankly up at her, then turned on her side, her hand supporting her head on the pillow.

 “You’re crying again,” said Tejiri. She sat down on the bed. “You’ll fall ill if you continue this way.”

Friday, November 04, 2016

This Loving Heart Of Mine (6)

 She picks up immediately with a frantic hello – like she had been expecting my call. Hearing her voice floods me with an indescribable joy; I know immediately that I am doing the right thing. I tell her it’s me and she starts crying again.
 She tells me that she is sorry, that she doesn’t know what came over her, that I was gone for so long without any word and she just lost it, that it is all her fault, that she is sorry again and that she loves me.
I shush her, tell her it is okay and that I forgive her. She asks me if I am sure and I can hear the doubt in her voice. I tell her that she won’t understand but that yes, I am sure. That I am coming home so we can talk it through and make up.
 She wants me to swear to her that I am speaking the truth and I smile. Bella knows I detest swearing but to reassure her, I do. I swear to her with my balls, an old joke of ours.
That cracks her up and I can’t describe the sheer joy of hearing that loud, sweet laughter again. I hold the phone tight against my ear and listen to my wife babble happily with a silly smile on my face. I am sure I have done the right thing. I only have to get home so I can hold her in my arms once again.
But she isn’t finished yet. She tells me she’s going to make me my favorite meal. I tell her not to bother, only to get dressed and pack up because we will go on an impromptu vacation. She squeals in delight, says she loves me, and then asks what I want her to wear. I say anything, preferably nothing.

Our Blog Is One!

 Hi Everyone,

 It's been one year since this blog debuted and I must say, the experience running it has been amazing. Though, it could be hectic at times since I've to combine it with my job and other commitments, I've cherished every moment I've spent running it.

 And to my wonderful readers, visitors, followers, advertisers, wellwishers and others, I want to say a very big thank you for being there. Special thanks to my blog manager, the hardworking and very patient David Lawal, my colleagues, friends and family: Mr Lekan, Justice, Ahmed, Blessing, Ibiba, Pat, Joe, Okorie, Paul, Efe, Mark and so many others for your support, advice and encouragement. You made the blog grow to what it has become today- the most popular website in its niche in Nigeria in the space of one year!

 I appreciate you all and I promise to keep bringing hot stories that will keep you entertained and informed.

 Normally, this anniversary calls for celebration with champagne, cake and a party but due to the economic recession in the country, we'll have the party at a later date when the economy improves. However, we  have some other activities lined up to mark the day including a project we are working on which we will officially announce at a later date.

 In the meantime, to show a little appreciation for your support, our popular and fast selling ebook 'Tomorrow Never Ends' will be free for download between November 4-5, 2016 to readers. Click here for a copy:

For our Nigerian/African readers and visitors who can't access the book on Amazon, you will get a PDF version of the book for free. All you need do is get the answer to the little quiz below and the book is all yours. It's an easy quiz anyone can get right. Hint: Check the archives for the book promo I did a few months ago when the book was first published.

Question: What are the names of the two lead characters -male and female- in the book?

 Entries close on Thursday November 10, 2016 so get cracking so you don't miss out! All entries should be sent to or sms 08054701481


 'Tomorrow Never Ends' book review from Francis (a reader from Port-Harcourt, Rivers State)

   "A truly intriguing tale full of drama, fascinating characters and incidents, well written in a flowing, easy-to read style. I usually take my time to read a book but I made this book an exception as I found it difficult to put down once I started. Full of suspense, you want to know what happens next to the main characters especially the lovers. Will the Seer be able to help them resolve their relationship problems? Will things work out for them or will they part for good?
 Can't wait for the next book in the series to come out!

 Highly recommended. Kudos to the writer!"

  Do enjoy your weekend!

  Patience (Blog Author)

Wednesday, November 02, 2016

This Loving Heart Of Mine (5)

I run over to what remains of the Camry oblivious of the glass and metal slashing my stockings and cutting into my bare feet. There is this sinking feeling in my guts. The Mac hit the Camry from the passenger side where the lady was seated so she got the worst of it.

Her face is turned towards me and I can see where her head has been smashed in by the Mac’s high fenders. The man is stretched across her lap, his right hand on the buckle of her seat-belt. I reach through the jumbled mash of steering wheel, door and window to check for pulse and signs of life. Neither of them has either.

 Her left hand lies lifeless, almost comfortingly on his back and on the fourth finger, I catch the glitter of a ring. There is nothing I can do for them.

By now, two other cars, one on either lane, have stopped at the scene. The driver’s door of the metallic blue Volvo that has parked behind my Jeep opens and a man wearing a suit steps out. I ask him for his phone because I must have left mine in the pocket of my jacket back home.

He takes it out and gives it to me but I don’t know who to call. I ask him if he has a number for any police station. He doesn’t. Road Safety Corps office? He doesn’t. By now, the driver of the car parked on the opposite lane has joined us. He doesn’t know any law enforcement numbers either.

Sunday, October 30, 2016

This Loving Heart Of Mine (4)

He was a bit taller than me, leaner and lighter-skinned. He stepped out of our bathroom butt-naked and laughing about something. He was rubbing my towel vigorously through his shaggy dreads and walking towards the bed with my wife in it.

 He caught the sick expression on Bella’s face and stopped.

 He dropped his arm and following Bella’s eyes, turned to face me where I stood. The guilt and blatant terror in his eyes said all I already knew.
I didn’t spare him a second glance; I had eyes only for my wife but I ‘felt’ him gather his clothes one after the other. Then he slipped past me. I just stared at Isabella. I waited for her to explain, to tell me that he was the plumber come to fix the tap, had gotten his clothes wet in the process and she had helped put them out to dry.
Or that he was a long-missing relative who had turned up at our house butt naked and in desperate need of a bath. I needed her to say something, anything. But she just sat, clutching the sheets tighter to her chest and sobbing.
My face felt very hot, like someone held a burning candle just below my chin. The heat was strong, choking. I turned to walk out of the bedroom. As if struck by lightning, Bella bolted up and gathering the sheets around her, scrambled across the bed to me and held on to my shirt.
She was incoherent, sobbing and shaking her head, holding on to me as if her life hung on it. I desperately needed air so I slowly but firmly disentangled her fingers, then walked out to the balcony.
I held on to the rails, took in a couple of deep breaths to clear my head but to no avail. I felt the beginnings of a little pain in the left side of my chest; slowly but steadily, the pain built up and soon, my tummy hurt too. It felt like someone had all the muscles in the left side of my torso strung out hard and tight. I stumbled over to one of the upholstered seats and sat down.

Friday, October 28, 2016

This Loving Heart Of Mine (3)

 The next month saw no communication between Bella and I. A couple of other potential wells came up and we worked harder but all we had were two small deposits and a host of empty ‘holes’.

  No big scores.
I had spent 9 months at the camp when I decided to pack it up and go home. My superiors had estimated 6 months for the Okirika project so I wouldn’t have been disappointing anyone except myself and my team who had worked so hard. Just as I settled down to put together my report, Edet burst in. He was one of my best drilling engineers – a stocky middle-aged Ibibio man who dated only Igbo ladies and always had a tooth pick in his mouth.

  The look in his eyes said it even before he opened his mouth. We had it! I grabbed my PPE and ran out the door. My team spent the better part of the next month and a half on site, taking and testing samples, sending and receiving orders and specifications, analyzing, graphing and plotting. When the Gas specs had been reviewed and our find confirmed, we returned to base camp and I sent my team home.

I had to stay back for an extra two weeks with a team of Company lawyers and economists to seal the deal with the government and leaders of the area. It shouldn’t have taken that long but everybody – from the disgustingly obese State Commissioner of Internal revenue generation to the traditional rulers of the area with their kolanut-stained teeth – wanted to grab a share of the Okirika ‘national cake’.

Monday, October 24, 2016

This Loving Heart Of Mine (2)

About a month after my 27th birthday, I was listed along with some other colleagues for advanced courses abroad. Isabella would have come along but she was making a mark in her work place, rapidly boosting the industry that had been drowning before she came along. 

 For the first time in a long time, we had to stay apart for over a year, almost two. Those times were the hardest up to that point in my life. It was worse for her though.

See, Bella had always been needy. She lost her dad to a weak heart during her second year in the university. With her brother so far away, I was all she had and gladly, I took on the ‘man’ roles in her life. She was a very proud lady, resolute and strong-willed but very needy of emotional attachments and reassurances. I was the embodiment of all that for her – her rock. 

So the months we spent apart were very hard. But thank God for ICT, we survived. Eventually, it was over and I raced home. In my hurry, I left my luggage behind at the airport. It was two months before the airline found and returned it.

About six months later, the news all over the country was about the discovery of natural gas in Okirika. All the companies in the country that were even the least bit interested in energy assembled and sent teams down to Okirika.

Friday, October 21, 2016

This Loving Heart Of Mine (1)

I  can’t really remember but I think my first words to her were ‘It will fall’.
I had just tidied up the Chemistry laboratory which the Students’ Representative Council had used as venue for one of our sittings. I was hungry and in a hurry to get home but every ‘need for speed’ drained out of me at the sight of her. 
 She was at the main entrance, just under the eaves of the school building. The weather outside was stormy with dark angry clouds and billowing winds. She stood in the blue A-line skirt, white shapeless shirt, blue tie and baggy striped jacket that made the school uniform. Her white canvas shoes were Oceania and looked well worn, one stringy lace loose and trailing on the dusty floor. 
Her stockings stopped low, just beneath her ankles. And they had lacy frills lapping over the trimming. Those stockings were not allowed in school but they looked good on her – the only concession to her femininity in the intentionally sexless school attire.
 Her school bag was a shade of light brown and hung loosely from her right shoulder as she hovered at the entrance, visibly torn between waiting out the storm and making a dash for it.

Tuesday, October 18, 2016

His Little Black Book (2)

 That night, as I doubled as kitchen assistant, I watched him shamelessly creep into her without her even noticing it. 

  He turned the humor on and had her ROTFL like they were old friends. I caught the occasional casual hand on his thigh each time she wanted to emphasize a point and the manner in which her voice husked into bedroom tones each time she resumed tutoring as if food was supposed to be sexual. 

 The chemistry was way over the roof and I felt they were going to do it right on the kitchen counter once I walked out but halfway, with no prior warning, he apologized and told her he had to run. 

 When he left, she asked me if he was coming back and I shook my head. My guess was he was up in his suite watching football. I informed her I was also leaving and she asked where she could find him so she could send the food up to him afterward. I told her. 

 Two hours later, 12 am exactly, while doing my random strolling thing around the hotel, I spotted her pushing a trolley into the elevator, heading for the penthouse. Ten minutes after that, she returned. He was not in, she told me but I knew he was rolled up in his bed, snoring away.

 Deliberately, he made himself scarce the next day and after work when she finally caught up with him in the elevator at about 7 pm, he apologized with an unexpected kiss.
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