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I AM A SINGLE MOTHER

I’ve been worried about my teen daughter for some weeks now. I can’t exactly place what went wrong but she began to misbehave when she got into the senior secondary school. This was a girl that was as sweet as a pair of comfortable flat shoes. You know that feeling of relief when you pull off a five-inch high heeled sandals after attending a wedding party and slid into a pair of flat shoes. It’s...

AYANFE (BELOVED)- EPISODE 7

Click to read Episode 1 Ibidun strode into the arrivals expecting to see Silas. He was nowhere to be found. She looked around the empty hall, hoping he’d spring out of a corner. Disappointed, she called his phone. It was switched off. Where for goodness sake was Silas? Ibidun stood outside the airport, boiling with anger. The few passengers exited the airport and headed for the car park, The...

AYANFE (BELOVED)- EPISODE 6

Read Episode 5 ‘He is dead.’ Mama Ogbomosho finally announced. For hours, Ibidun had pressed about her father. Mama refused to say anything. When her cousins came into the house later in the evening, Ibidun sensed something was wrong and got agitated. ‘Where is my father? I want my father!’ Ibidun’s scream got her aunt’s attention. Her father was dead. Did Mama just say that? They were all...

AYANFE (BELOVED)- EPISODE 5

Click to read Ayanfe Episode 4 Philip sat on the floor of the living room with a bible opened on his laps. Since he woke up at 4a.m, he’d been reading the epistles of Paul and making notes of scriptures that spoke to his heart. The accident was a blessing as far as he was concerned. He had not only met Seun, he met Jesus too. He remembered that morning as if it happened yesterday. A lady had...

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...

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...

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