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Kennan stood at the edge of the bridge, looking at the ocean fumble its foam out at the shore. The cold the breeze traveled with swept in between her toes, she took another sip of Johnnie walker whiskey which was only remaining a little and shook her head. She just wants to end it all, she has thought about suicide so many times but never had a tangible reason to attempt one, but now she does, her world is falling apart, her phone kept on ringing she took it and looked at the screen closely to know the caller and it was him, it was tobe, he has called a thousand times but Kennan was no longer interested in his explanations, she thought about the night before at the Randolf party and cried the more.

• That night the party was blazing, respectable and distinguished men and women were mingling together, lots of foods were served and paraded about, nsala, egwusi, oha, ukwa, were beautifully placed on the tables, normally Kennan would ask tobe about them but she didn’t, which made him surprised, especially the part where she turned her back to chat with others ignoring his compliments on her dressing, tobe knew there was trouble, and Kennan was no pushover. He hid his confusion behind a smile so people won’t find out what’s going on. Kennan normally would have pretended and talked about it at home later, but if she’s ignoring him in front of his friends then there must be trouble.

“whats the problem Honey” he asked trying to lure her out of her silence, she ignored him again moving out further into the crowd and greeting more people, tobe could tell she didn’t know most of them, soon the dance began, he wanted to ask the pretty women standing next to him to join in the dance with him, he knew she was angry with her but couldn’t do something like that, he tried other tricks, he walked towards her and brushed his body against hers singing along to the count Mondiegos “salute”, still this didn’t make her smile. Kennan wasn’t even looking at him.

Later that night, he decided to take her home, the driver was already waiting outside in the car when they both came out and went in through different doors, the driver was surprised because normally he would open the door for her, he sat on one side and she on the other side, they were pretty quiet for a while, tobe knew she was not ready to talk to him so he thought of a way to start a conversation, by joking about the Randolph’s and dramas surrounding Nigerian weddings, but she still didn’t move finally he mentioned something that got her attention

“Kennan you’ve been quiet throughout the party I’m sure it’s not just about the wedding? “

“I’m fine” she replied still looking out the window
“I don’t think so honey” he replied
“oh please don’t call me that” she replied sharply still looking out the window

“Kennan is something wrong” he asked again this time coming closer to her
“well you tell me” she replied this time looking at him
“I don’t understand, tell you what?”
“why you lied”
“lied?”
“Oh please tobe”
“No, tell me what lie are you talking about”
“you are seriously asking me that now tobe, OK let’s start with Jennifer”

“Jennifer?”
“yeah Jennifer your girlfriend who is supposed to be your stepsister, and wow you have a son, and all these while you’ve been crying with me, praying with me tobe, I didn’t know I have been fooled,

“what are you talking about Kennan a who bloody told you all these lies”
“Lie tobe? You dare sit in my face and lie the more and talk to me about lies, oh I thought you were different, finally, I was going to believe my father’s assumptions about African men were all false, look at me, how do I even face him,”

“Kennan I know Danny must have told you a lot of things, and you choose to believe him? are you having feelings for him or something”

“don’t you dare turn this into something else tobe, you thought I couldn’t figure out who that poor woman was, that’s what you all do, you use white women and dump them for your African lovers when you want to get married.

“Kennan you simply don’t understand “
“what is there not to understand, that I just found out that the man I love is one sick cheating asshole, and I’m just a contingency plan for you, is it? So you can brag to your Nigerian friends about how you finally got a white girl who you fuck anytime you want”

Tobe realized it was a battle he was going to lose if he keeps on pretending he didn’t understand what Kennan was saying, he felt her pain, he was going to tell her but he didn’t know she was going to find out that way.

He touched her and she drifted his hands away, she told the driver to stop and walked off alone into the cold.

Read also The night she died

Written by Emerie Ebube

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    17/10/2018 at 10:57 PM

    Man this Emerie ebube is one hell of a writer, the dude got fire. This is well constructed u could feel myself in this piece, waiting for the continuation of Sarah’s diary, who is Jane ford and much more

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The Church Scandal (Episode 8)

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On the night of the graduation, Just after the
ordination, a gospel party was thrown at the
school auditorium for the graduates.
Uduak, Mfon, Inibehe and Eno were seated on
the same table. They had a sip of the heavens
wine over again, until it finished and they
demanded for another one.

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“This doesn‟t taste like the Nigerian table wine.”
Eno said to Mfon.
“Of course not. My daddy used to buy a lot of
this when he visited here.” Uduak said.
Eno stared at her meanly and said, “I wasn‟t
talking to you. I am talking to my husband.”

Mfon was already tired of trying to stop the
bicker between his wife and Uduak, he just gave
a loud sigh and shook his head.
Inibehe was searching for Nduke with his eyes in the crowd.

When he finally caught a glimpse of her in the
crowd trying to walk herself out of the door, he
got up and followed her.
She went to have a sip of the dark rum she’d
used in baking her birthday cake.

She gulped down the last sip of it and threw the
bottle on the sandy floor. He was right behind
her, but she wasn’t aware. A sudden cold wind
gusted on her. She held herself together and
strolled toward the school beach side. It was
lonely and cold, but the dark rum kept her warm.

She couldn’t think of anything else but Inibehe,
the picture of him appeared in her head.
She stared at the waters, the way it unfold itself and scattered into the sands, running toward
her. She was not aware that Inibehe was right
behind her.

“Nduke….” He called out her name so gently she
felt an inexplicable need to cry. She knew it was
him, the sound of his voice skipped her heart. He looked like a man ready for a confrontation.

“I won‟t let you go, I promise. Don’t be sad.”
His voice ran like a caress over nerves stretched
too tight. She fought an urge to throw herself
into his arms.
“There’s a storm coming in, you have to stand
with me. You have to stand with me in this
storm, because there will be no umbrella.”

He hugged her backwardly, her scented body
lotion thrilled the moment.
Her hand lifted to stop him, but he held them
tight and began to kiss her again.
Inibehe knew it might be the last time he was
going to kiss her that way, so he kissed her even
deeper and more passionately that she felt the
impact when he released her lips and took it
back like he was never going to let it go.

As they sank into the white sand by the beach
side, She told herself that she was going to
forsake her ego and be with the love of her life.
His presence still managed to take a lot of hurts
and sad feelings away at the moment.

He cried when she took his hands to her chest.
“Make love to me for the last time.” She said. He
flashed her grin and her heart stood still. How
was it possible to feel so enervated, yet so
completely aware all at that same time?
“I won‟t make love to you. Let’s get married here and now.”

“How? No pastor to bless us.”
“We are pastors, we were ordained today. God is
here already. Let’s make vows. look…” He
brought out a necklace that had a picture of him
inside a tiny frame. And showed her the one that had a picture of her inside a closed tiny frame too. Ridiculous tears stung her eyes.

Inibehe hung the necklace that had his picture
on it on her neck. It was gold necklace with a
diamond pendant of their faces in it. He took her hands and cut her fingers with a tiny blade.
“Ouch!” She exclaimed painfully. He licked the
blood in her hands without seeking for her
permission. He then cut his hands with the blade and she licked his blood too without hesitation.

“I will love you forever.” He said with so much
passion.
“I will love you forever too.” He withdrew his
hand slowly, trailing it over her skin. It began to
rain softly, and then wind driven rain began to
beat them. He began to giggle, while she
laughed. But there were still sadness in her eyes.

“I can‟t believe I did this.” He said. “I just wanna prove to you that I can’t ever love someone else.” He said, staring at her as if he were trying to see past her words, to read her thoughts.

They didn’t make love. He couldn’t just do it. He
felt he was taking advantage of her body simply
because she would let him.
They hugged themselves in the rain until the icy
cold ran through their spines.

He’d dreamed about her, her remarkable eyes,
but he’d only pictured them filled with sadness
that nearly matched his own.

 

By VICKYBON UZUAZOR

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DIARY OF A PASTOR’S WIFE (EPISODE 6)

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DIARY OF A PASTOR’S WIFE (EPISODE 6)

 

The cool air felt heavy against my bare arms, as
if they were holding onto raindrops that were
reluctant to fall. It was a cold Sunday evening,
I sat comfortably under the comfort of my
children’s duvet, while I watched them sleep.

Diary of A Pastor’s Wife (Episode 5)

Then I heard familiar voices in the sitting room.
David and Ifeoma were back from church.
“Don’t worry, she won’t do anything to you.
Take off your jacket, let’s go inside.”

David Instructed, serious faced as they entered
the sitting room. Ifeoma sat quietly on the
couch. Her heart skipped a bit when she saw
me appear in the sitting room, immediately she
sensed my watchful eyes, she became bold
and confident.

“You should let me be please madam Ekom. It
is not my fault that pastor wants Me.” she said
in a shaky tone.
“Get prepared for where God will be taking you
to Ifeoma. Very soon, you will be so ashamed of yourself, God has revealed to me how such
a day will be.”

“And I hope he also revealed to you that I
have finally agreed to divorce you Ekom. You
and your adopted kids should start packing.”
David said, he didn’t look directly at my face.
I flew on the center table firmly and slapped
him twice on the Face.

You and your Adulterous lover will leave this
house of my sweat for me and my Children. I
toiled with you! Prayed that we grow together.
I carried the sands of this house on my head,
which led to my first and last miscarriage!
Go to hell with your divorce paper, I am God’s
own woman, I detest divorce. I will be patient.

Go to hell with your church! With your lover!
Shame on you two! ” I snapped at them, I was
throwing curses at them. Tears rolled down my
cheeks, I made choking sounds as I walked
angrily into the Room. A film of sweat coated
my entire body like a second skin.

The silence was broken only by the whir of the
ceiling fan as it sliced through the still air.
David sat down and slowly lowered his head
into his hands.
“Ekom, unbelievable. You mean David said
these words to you?”
Pastor Felix asked. He has been David’s
childhood friend since the days of theological
school. He founded a big church and had a
large congregation too.

Pastor Felix was a mature looking man, who had grey hairs and wore round spectacles at all times. He was a learned man of God who was highly respected.
He was also the president of Pastors Forum.

“How can a church as big as Hills ministries
condone such sinful act from their pastor? I am
so disappointed to hear this. What did Lady
Georgina say about this?” He asked in a
baritone voice.

My eyes were heavy, and I was trying so hard
to control tears from running out again.
“It’s okay Ekom. I am really sorry. I need you
to pray seriously now. You are a strong
woman.” he said as he patted my back softly.

“I am holding a pastor’s meeting for this
reason by tomorrow.” He said authoritatively.
My nerves bit with frustration and tension. I
was so ashamed that my marriage was going

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GOOD GIRL, BAD GIRL “THE STORY OF A RUNS GIRL” (EPISODE 4)

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GOOD GIRL, BAD GIRL “THE STORY OF A RUNS GIRL” (EPISODE 4)

Tega’s laughter subsided, but a wistful smile
remained on her face.
Omote had told her about her encounter with
Isioma, who was popularly known as ‘the
school fucker’ in secondary school.

GOOD GIRL, BAD GIRL “THE STORY OF A RUNS GIRL” (EPISODE 3)

“Does she still do that her busy body?” Tega
asked, smiling wide.
“Ahhh….yes o.” Omote giggled.
“I am surprise that she said she is married.
what then was she doing at a hotel with a
small boy?”

“I don’t know o. She asked me to call her. So
maybe we will talk about that when we see.”
“Ah! Isioma the crazy girl.” Tega laughed.
There was a loud knock on the door. Tega and
Omote wondered who it was.
“Are you expecting a visitor?” Tega asked.
“No.”

Omote walked to the door and opened it
immediately she saw who it was.
“It’s Kennedy.” She whispered to Tega and
clicked the door open.
“Where is my money?” Kennedy asked in a
baritone voice. His face became stern. There
were beads of sweat on his face, and he
looked pale.

Omote did not look at his face, rather, she felt
his surprise.
“He didn’t touch me.” Omote said with a frown
on her face.
“Meaning?”
“Meaning that he didn’t give me any money.”

“Liar!” Kennedy yelled. ” You mean that a
whole Chief Akporo who gives girls 100k as
thanks for coming, did not give you a dime
Omor?”
“Maybe he doesn’t like me. But I swear on my
late father’s grave, that man didn’t give me a
kobo. He only said that he was going to see
me again.”

“If I find out that you are lying enh, I will make
sure Chief doesn’t see you again.” His voice
was getting louder, his head bobbing. He
walked away and slammed the door
aggressively.

“Omor. Kennedy introduces you to big men? I
thought you said he is just a good friend?”
Tega asked softly, she continued, “Did the man
give you money?”
“Holy mary, Yes!” She yelled. “He gave me
200k, and I am supposed to give Ken 20k.”
She sat gently on the couch.

“So why can’t you give him, since you will have
a whole 180k to yourself?”
“Because I am trying to set up a business for
you. Since you can’t use what you have to get
what you want. let me be the twerp.”

“I didn’t send you to go about sleeping with
men for money. I will not give out my body for
Money!” Tega said arrogantly.
“But you can sleep with a man for love and silly
emotions? See, I am not doing this for you, I
am doing this for mama. She has suffered
enough for Us. If I want to waste my time, and
watch you as my elder sister to hustle and take
care of us, we will all die.

Start thinking of what you can do, so that I can make plans to give you some money. you think sey to find job for Lagos na beans?” Omote said and walked angrily into the room.
Tega said nothing. She sat carefully on the
couch and bit her finger nails.

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