On a Sunday. Anny's. ~Dare Ofegu~"How can you even be sure?"She rolled her eyes at me. I had no idea what was going on in that mind of hers, with her legs stretched across the floor, placed on the table. She probably thinks of me as a friend she could be very free with, being around. Or she's just carefree by nature. Majority of them were always. Perhaps except Ninny. "Does that even matter to you? You think you know all don't you?"She chuckled. Her face folded into a beautiful smile. For a moment, I considered her closely, a scrutinized gaze. I couldn't believe that I haven't  noticed how really beautiful she was. The outline of her face was close to perfect, coupled with her lovely smile. Her button nose created a great impression on the full lips. I guess I was thinking too much. But truth be told, she's quite the beauty. "Are you even listening?"I he

      Kafula.  ~Samantha~ "Come in." The legal representative strode in and I waved him to a sit. As soon as he settled down, "Thanks for coming as soon as possible. It's long due." He smiled, "It's an honor to be a choice to the owner of Kafula. There's nothing to make up for that." Though I didn't fully grasp his insinuation of the last sentence, but I wasn't sure if twas worth dwelling upon.  "Do you care for anything?" He shook his head, his signature smile, "Pretty cool. Let's get to business." I pushed my head down softly.  "You might have heard. About my boyfriend who went rogue recently." He nodded, "News travel quickly." I leaned forward in the chair, arms tucked into each other, then placed on the table.  "I want him back at all cost, or make life a living hell for him." He smiled again. But then, his bro

         Loinglot Ave.~Stifler Annabelle~"Let's hope he takes it in good faith."I slammed the door of my 2018 brand Rolls-Royce, but the door closed itself gently, till its locks keyed in. I headed towards my building and stepped in. Twas 6PM, but the lights were on. I strode through the hallway into the sitting room. There he was on the couch, a video reality glasses on his face as he danced around the space between the couches. I watched him stand up, trembling, breathing heavily as he threw his hands in the air to the tune of whatever he was seeing in the virtual reality. I didn't know why I bursted out laughing at how ridiculous he seemed. But the humor didn't last for long, as I my thoughts began to stray off whatever he was doing. My mind strayed to the biceps and triceps lacing his bare arms. He was wearing a tank top and shorts. His thick thighs with inviting veins and stream

Loinglot Ave. ~Dare Ofegu~"At least today is the last, we have to talk about what happened that day. We can't keep ignoring it."She was standing at the door to my room. I was inside, packing the clothes into the suitcase. I hesitated for a while but was quick to dismiss it. I guess I am smart enough to know that she wasn't going to leave there until I replied. Well, I knew too well that I was the one who ought to talk about what we shared a day before yesterday. But I have been avoiding it. Most times, before she got back from work, I'd had gone to my room and locked the door. When I do recall how childish I had been these past two days, I just make a mockery of myself. "Okay."I let go of what I was doing and turned to her. I walked by the side of the bed to the front and sat at the edge, a position where I could look at her directly; she kept her stance still at the door. "I'm sorry because I'v

Morgan Hill Hotel.~Dare Ofegu~"Where's everybody?"I rolled on the bed. My eyes flickered firstly then opened to the reality of the day. "I can't believe this."I grunted weakly. After the great deal of argument we had the previous night, they yet let me pass the night on the bed while they slept in goodness knows where. My mother had insisted that I spent the night with them, and I couldn't return to Anny. Even though I'd messaged her, it didn't seem to be enough. I thought it quite unfair of me. "Lara? Iya Dare?"I called, walking out of the room towards the sitting room.  And there they were, watching a soap opera on the TV. Seated on the long couch. "Oko mi. Oti ji."My mom shot as soon as she held me in her gaze. Lara spared a gaze too. She shot me a smile,"We were just talking about what to have for breakfast. Mom is scared of American leaves. And I told her she could h