‘Hey Mike!’ Renee continued with relish. ‘You don’t want to know the things she said about you when we were dating.’ Her fingers skimmed her lips in a dramatic gesture as she faced the groom who seemed to be struggling to maintain his once happy face. ‘Ask her tonight. Great pillow talk material.’
Read MoreMortification spread across her face, no matter his choice of words. A week ago, Bea’s performance had been Oscar-worthy, replete with juvenile tantrums. Her budding Nollywood career seemed promising in front of her father and a stranger.
Read MoreI don’t want to be your brother! The thought raked unrepentantly through his mind as he posed by one of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the busy business district of the town, and stared straight ahead, hands shoved deep in his pockets, unaware of twilight steadily browning the sky, the standstill traffic on the bridge at the centre of his view. . .
Read MoreThe idea to surprise Emil had been impulsive…and stupid. Why hadn’t she listened to the uneasy churning in her stomach when she set out hours ago? A feeling which intensified the closer she got to his place.
Read MoreHmmm, she hummed in appreciation, shutting her eyes, savouring the tastes, the moment. They were still warm. Her mother-in-law must have sent them over immediately she pulled them out of the oven.
Read MoreThe grassy distance to the door must have taken 10 to 15 steps. Daniel’s reluctant limbs stretched it out by the characteristic onomatopoeic sound of hip hop flowing from the house, reminiscent of a roaringly wild party with drinks enough to drown a shoal of sharks, ear -splitting music to wake the dead and endless supply of half-clothed girls; all of which blurred out after he got paralytically drunk and managed to stumble upstairs to an unoccupied room, intending to sleep off his drunken stupor and cause no harm or shame to his name or his parents’.
Read More‘Where do you stay?’ Her voice sliced smoothly through his thoughts, addressing him for the first time since the older man had inquired about his limp minutes ago.
Read More‘From the Island?’ She preferred his voice when unexcited. It suited the café’s aura–suave, unhurried, classy.
Read MorePerfect forecast for a picnic. An interstate trip. A stroll down a soaked shore-
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