Afrolady stories
I thought I had a perfect life. A perfect family, perfect friends and the love of my life. My parents doted on me, leaving all their wealth at my disposal and yet…
Living with a roommate can be an exciting experience, but it’s not always smooth sailing. When you share a living space with someone, it is necessary to be considerate and respectful of…
I met Tomide when I was on a date with Daniel, in fact, he introduced us. Daniel told him to keep me company while he went to the bathroom. Tomide was inquisitive…
Daniel was hiding in the kitchen. He felt like a little child running away from a teacher, his cane and a punishment agenda. But this time it wasn’t physical pain he was…
“Push! push!! push harder!!!” The nurse continued to yell as I struggled to follow and focus on her loud instructions. I was slowly losing it, and it felt like a thousand spears…
Diana sat in the middle row, right in the centre of the pew. Squashed in-between Simon’s cousin Tega – who he only saw once every couple of years – and his obese…
The problem first started with a girl called Nne. Nne was one of the many roommates I was forced to spend the entirety of my penultimate days within the room. Her bed…
She nodded her head, Dupe looked around feeling uneasy when noticed they were not completely alone on the bridge. Across the road from them was a young man who seemed to be lurking. She could have sworn he wasn’t there a second ago or maybe she missed him. He looked up catching her staring so she quickly looked away. She looked at her companions deep in a discussion about where in Obalende they were most likely to find a mechanic and pretended to listen. Her eyes wandered across the bridge again, this time she noticed a friend had joined the strange man. She also noticed for the first time how rough they looked, in ripped jeans shorts and colourful t-shirts that hadn’t seen a wash in a long time. She looked away again worried she would get caught staring again. This time it didn’t take her long to look back and to her surprise there were three more men there now. She realized why she felt so unsettled by them, though they seemed to be in conversation with each other, she had a distinct premonition that her and small crew were the topic.
“I am tired of your father,” Annie’s mother’s voice sounded stern on the phone, similar to the way she sounded when she would scold her as a little kid. “I am tired…
“Why did you say you were brought here again?! Answer me before I use the back of my gun to make you talk. Abi you dey craze?!” She watched the saliva travel…