You were the first woman I talked to after my eight-year marriage ended. To be fair, there was nothing noteworthy about our meeting. My heart didn’t skip a beat, my pulse didn’t race. I only sat across from you in the crowded cafeteria. I judged your plate; thought two burgers and a load of fries…
Women like me ought to be applauded. Wanna know why? Because the continuation of humanity depends on us. With everyone running around looking for D, I’m steadily looking for H. Finding a hubby in Dallas is harder than the proverbial needle in a haystack, to be honest. The white dudes I know are all about…
Sodiq Nasir, a highly celebrated motivational speaker, has the power of the tongue but nothing for his sanity. To silence the limiting voices in his head and keep his raving fans mentally and emotionally pumped, Sodiq resorts to drugs. On the night of a star-studded event, his manager finds him unconscious in his hotel room and rushes him to a rehabilitation Centre on the outskirts of Lagos.
When he awakes on the bed of Rediscover Rehabilitation Centre, a private home open to a select few and aimed at helping people fight addictions, Sodiq begins a long battle to break his drug dependence. But finds he’s becoming armed with a darker addiction; an obsession with the proprietor of RRC, Ọyáwálé Adisa.
Keywords: Second Chances
Heat Level: 3
The sun, setting on the horizon, cast a golden glow on the sandy beach. Teniola sat in a weathered chaise lounge with her feet buried in the soft sand. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore provided the perfect background for her afternoon escape. Behind her, a turquoise beach umbrella stood tall, while…
What do you say to a girl you met on Instagram, a girl you’ve felt vexed at for unfollowing you, one you’ve socially stalked and wondered if you’d ever meet, and when you finally do get the chance to meet her, you stare at her for long-friggin-minutes after she’d all but dried her teeth in…
You’ve heard it said that every bestseller was once a germ of an idea. Ask ten authors how they brought their ideas to life, and each would tell you their not-so-similar processes. While most authors—me inclusive—would swear on coffee and a select few on alcohol, most would agree that the process is never clear cut,…
You didn’t care about the lingering glances your presence drew. All your eyes held were mine. Did you hear my heart drop to my panties? Beat, beating into drip, drops, dripping plops. We must have held hands, A brief touch of hello ‘Cause the things inside of me ceased, Dead silence. You called me beautiful….
In a time not too long ago. Wait. I’m dated and it’s a time long forgotten. Still, once upon a beautiful time A man sees a woman he likes. He asks about her and begins plans to romance his way into her heart. He comes by her house. Braves her overprotective dad. Charms her mom….