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AYANFE(BELOVED)- EPISODE 3

Click to read Episode 2 ‘Ibidun, This is Adanna.’ The Program Director said, pointing at the light-skinned lady who raised her head, flashed a quick smile and continued tapping on her phone. Ibidun folded her hands, indifferent. What if her name was Adanna? Her boss should get to the point quickly. ‘Adanna works with us now.’ The Program Director continued. ‘I want you to transfer all the files...

AYANFE (BELOVED) EPISODE 2

Read Episode 1 Ibidun glanced at her wristwatch. 7.30pm. She’d been talking with Silas for three hours. How did time run so quickly? Her heart fell when she remembered bible study was already two hours gone. What excuse would she give Pastor Mayowa for not showing up in church? Her Pastor was probably rounding up service and he’d have noticed her absence. What was she going to say? ‘Are you okay...

AYANFE(BELOVED)- EPISODE 1

Finally, the four-hour meeting with the Programs Director was over. Ibidun sighed in relief and rested her head on the mesh office chair as her colleagues filed out of the conference room. She was tired and wished her head would stop banging hard. You need to slow down, the family doctor had warned her after a visit to the hospital the previous day. The preceding weeks had been stressful. Ibidun...

HOLD MY HAND- EPISODE 7

‘Charles, I want my money now!’ Charles had never seen his best friend in a fit of rage. Shola had barged into his house, shouting at the top of his voice and demanding for his money. Why won’t his friend be patient with him? Shola knew he didn’t have a job yet. His wife just got out of the hospital barely a week ago. He had emptied his account to pay the hospital bills. ‘Shola, I’ll give you...

HOLD MY HAND- EPISODE 8

Read Episode 1  Ebun passed a clean white handkerchief to her sister. Funmi had stopped crying. ‘You need time alone. Just put yourself together and let God guide your thinking process. I’ll be in the living room.’ Funmi nodded and blew her nose into the handkerchief. When Ebun moved towards the door, Funmi ran after her. Ebun turned swiftly, worried. ‘What’s the matter?’ Funmi looked terrified...

HOLD MY HAND- EPISODE 6

Charles awakened, wondering where he was and why he was lying on the cold floor. Everywhere was dark. Where was Funmi? He struggled to his feet and held the wooden frame of the bed for support. When he found Funmi’s legs, he was relieved and groped his way to the empty space beside his wife. ‘Funmi, move your legs.’ Charles said as he raise the duvet to cover his body. Funmi’s legs were sprawled...

HOLD MY HAND- EPISODE 5

Charles typed quickly, his eyes darting from the keyboard to the laptop screen. His wife was distracting him and he felt like pushing her out of the room. She’d slammed the door five times in three minutes, paced the room grumbling the way the muezzin nasally intoned before dusk from the mosque down the street. He stopped working and glanced at the heap of clothes on the bed. Funmi added more...

HOLD MY HAND- EPISODE 4

Funmi swallowed the last piece of grazed ham and pushed her plate aside. ‘I enjoyed this meal. Can we do this again next week?’ Charles laughed. ‘My wife, my wife, you like better thing abeg.’ Funmi wiped her mouth with a white napkin and looked around the restaurant. It was her first time there. ‘I love this place. How did you find it?’ ‘Shola.’ Charles responded. ‘We hung out here with one of...

HOLD MY HAND- EPISODE 3

Charles held a spoonful of rice to his wife’s mouth. She shook her head and gently pushed the spoon away. ‘I don’t want to eat again.’ she rubbed her stomach. ‘My stomach is bloated.’ Charles looked down at the half-filled bowl of jollof rice. ‘Three more spoons and I’ll stop. Please.’ Funmi grumbled. ‘Why are you so stubborn?’ She chewed the rice slowly, frowning when Charles scooped another...

HOLD MY HAND- EPISODE 2

‘Charles, where are you coming from?’ Funmi snapped at her husband as he walked in through the front door. Charles stopped and gave her a long look. ‘You are monitoring me now?’ Funmi’s face went hot. ‘It’s midnight for heaven sake. What responsible married man comes home at this time? I’m asking you again, where are you coming from?’ Charles thrust his hands into his pockets and strut towards...

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