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“Sister Bimbo,” he called, before realizing that he didn’t know what appropriate prefix to add to her name. “Sister Bimbo,” he called again. He placed his ear on the door to listen to whatever she had to say. All he heard was the loud song.
Sandra came out of the station then. She looked at Mr Adegoke and shook her head. She didn’t believe all that she had been told by the police. “Your persuasive skills are great sir,” She told him and left, Bimbo’s phone in her hands.
In Another Man’s Land (Episode 4) Faith is a class teacher at the school where you work. Tall, huge and dark-complexioned, she looked like she could farm. Farm work and class teaching were hardly similar. One had ignorant people look at you like you ate humus for dinner, the other had people call you aunty…
One score and two, United and standing…these tush themes were dancing around in my head till “let it shine” stuck as chewing gum does to cloth. I don’t know how you hear from God, but I knew this was it when it was it—the final word. Shining your light might mean doing what others can’t…
“Miss Director. I know what you’re up to. Dressing all fancy throughout this week. You should consider stepping down from being a director. That icy feel your appearance used to have isn’t there anymore.”
Bimbo threw the clothes from the previous day’s washing off the wooden chair opposite her bed. She picked up the medium-sized music box off the table and sat on the chair. She cradled it in her hands like a most prized treasure, closed her eyes and smiled sadly. Bimbo opened her eyes as if she…
Peace: You can try out your sabificate Hearty: Have you been thinking about life after school? Peace: I have been thinking about life after school since months ago. I see the future bright, I see God helping me in the future. By the grace of God, God has been helping me to put some plans…
Rayo turned again in her bed and pulled the Ankara bed cover over her legs just in time. She had just prevented a day-old mosquito from landing on her ankle with its proboscis. She closed her eyes and tried to resume her sleep. But something was just not right and she kept on closing and…
“I’m not here for any ritual. I’m here for something different,” the man said in his calm voice. His thick voice had to be censored so as not to pass the wrong message. His son, the direct opposite in that aspect, had no trouble trying to sound calm. “Stop pretending Step-daddy. I’ve talked to your…
Bimbo opened her eyes quickly. The knock came rapidly again. Bimbo was already up on her feet. Her hands now seemed to have a mind of their own – they vibrated seriously. “If this man gets in here, he’s not going to kill only me, he’ll do the same to you. Do you have anyone…
