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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 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...

FOREVER TOGETHER- A SHORT PLAY

SCENE 1 (A well-furnished living room. Mr Taiwo Adebiyi steps out of the bedroom, dressed for work. As he walks out of the house, his wife, Arike, hurries towards him and blocks his path. She is clearly upset.)  ARIKE: What man leaves his home without having breakfast if there is no other woman waiting somewhere to serve him a hot meal? Run along. Go meet your mistress! TAIWO: (shakes his head)...

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 A NIGERIAN CHRISTIAN GIRL- SEASON 1 EPISODE 15

Click here to read Episode 14 This is the diary of a Nigerian Christian Girl- Season 1 Episode 15 It was almost 6p.m when I got to Abigail’s house. You won’t believe that from the time I left Simeon’s house to my friend’s place, Festus called me three times. I really tried not to get pissed. The guy didn’t have anything interesting to say. The conversation went in this order; ‘Are you at your...

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