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I’M YOURS- A PLAY

  I’M YOURS- A PLAY SCENE 1 (Dunni and Morayo’s room. Two beds are separated by a reading table. On the table is an HP laptop and a blue clear file containing some documents. A tall young man, Israel, with neatly trimmed beards sits on a chair facing on of the beds. Dunni serves him snacks and a bottle of drink. The door opens. Morayo enters) DUNNI: (smiles) My roommate is here, finally...

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 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...

DEAR FRANCA SERIES: MY SECRET HAS BEEN EXPOSED

Read: Dear Franca Series: Divorce is not an option? Century Hotel. Boardroom. Dolapo walked into the boardroom in a blue gown and six inch high heels shoes. She waved at Deji, the graphics designer who was laughing at whatever the chief editor was saying. Her eyes shifted to the other side of the boardroom. The web developer, Mary sat in front of a dell laptop, pointing at the laptop screen and...

DEAR FRANCA SERIES: I NEED THERAPY

‘Good morning Franca.’ Dolapo said as she walked briskly behind her boss. They were heading towards Franca’s home office located on the left wing of the duplex where her boss lived. ‘Morning Dolapo. Do we have a letter in the story collection box?’ ‘Yes, ma’am. One came in this morning.’ Franca entered her office and settled into a black high chair...

THE DIARY OF A NIGERIAN CHRISTIAN GIRL-SEASON 1 EPISODE 17

Click here to read Episode 1                 Episode 16 I resigned from Pavilion Travel Agency. The night before that happened, I couldn’t sleep until 4a.m. The head of Zion Teens had called earlier with a very depressing news. ‘Yemisi, we are happy that you have decided to serve with us but I must let you know that until you are done with the stipulated trainings and workshops, you’ll only be...

THE DIARY OF NIGERIAN CHRISTIAN GIRL- EPISODE 18

Click to read Episode 17 This is the diary of a Nigerian Christian Girl- Season 1 Episode 18 *********** The meeting with my Cornerstone College students was awesome! It went far better than I expected. Come to think of it, a week before the meeting, I didn’t have the balance payment for the hall we were to use. We had only sorted out drinks and snacks.  Every time I went into my place of prayer...

THE DIARY OF A NIGERIAN CHRISTIAN GIRL- SEASON 1 EPISODE 13

Click to read Episode 12 This is the diary of a Nigerian Christian Girl- Season 1 Episode 13 *************** My mind went numb the moment I stepped into the M.D’s office. This was my second time in his office. The first was the week I resumed work at Pavilion and Jide had to introduce the new employees to him. My eyes widened with fear when I saw it was the M.D’s wife sitting on his chair. The...

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