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The Shared Secret

The Shared Secret By Bonnie Lauretta was nervous, they had been friends for about 6 months and even though he knew everything about her, he hadn’t seen this one thing. He had assured her that he could handle it. He told her to trust him and have faith. Lauretta had met Julian at a mutual friend’s party and since they both only knew the host at the party, it’s safe to say they bonded over their shared circumstance. That night, they had laughed and danced and he even offered to drop her off at home. Even though she was skeptical, she had given him the benefit of the doubt and she was glad she did. He had been a complete gentleman, driving her home, walking her to her gate and waiting there until he heard her lock up before leaving. She had never experienced such a level of chivalry among the men she had dated and even the ones she was friends with. The most anyone had done was wait in their car until she got into her gate before zooming off. Julian was different and that stuck. I

Imperfectly Perfect Flaws

Imperfectly Perfect Flaws I sat in my office, and kept staring at the time. It felt like time had suddenly taken several steps backwards “wasn’t it five minutes more to clock off, like 10 minutes ago?” I asked myself. A quick check through my backpack to make sure I was not leaving anything behind, made me realize I had forgotten my laptop charger, I picked it up and made to leave the office “from here to the biometric scanner plus clocking out will take the 2 minutes left, and then I’ll be able to shout thank God it’s Friday – cheers to the freaking weekend”. Just as I opened the door of my office to step out, I met Madam HR at the door trying to come in. “One and only Madam HR!” I greeted. “Please Wale, don’t tell me you’re leaving” She answered “Happy Weekend Ma!” I said and stepped out of the office. “But you’re still on duty” She said, and I stopped in my tracks and turned to face her, while also looking at the illuminated clock down the corridor. “34, 35, 36…” I counte

The Tale of Jack and Mimi

Crime had increased in the city, corruption was the order of the day, lawlessness was on the high, and no one wanted to be held accountable. It was safe to say humans rather than evolve to higher beings with amazing abilities, were only concerned about creating and implementing things that would lead to the gradual annihilation of the human race, but there was one person who was not bothered; he only lived for the moment, his name: Jack.   “I just cooked this up yo! I call it the strawberry mint express” Jack said as he rolled a joint. “Yo Blaad! That las’ joint ya done did tha’ las time we was up in here was tha’ shiznit man, I don see them po-po onna tha’ highway, and parked behind ‘em, I step out and be like, yo’ gentlemen good jab, good jab, don’t be shooting no niggas like me ‘cause me black” Jones said. “You did what? Damn dude! That was from a movie, you was so high, you slept on that frigging couch for 2 whole long days man. Ode!” Bolu said. “Blad clat! You mean t

The Best I Never Had

Flickr “Okay guys, let’s take this again from the top, Deji, take the lead this time, John watch the tempo, don’t forget the switch to some TRAP, so Ugo can do his thing with 16 bars, Bayo your bass lines man, I’m not feeling them like the very first rehearsal. Joan you’re doing a good job with the elec piano and strings, I dey feel you die, same as you Ted, in fact I don’t have any problems with the keyboards, the lead guitarist, and the backups” Tega our music director was saying. I just wanted the rehearsals to be over with, so I could get home, and get some sleep. “Are we still maintaining the same key the original song used?” I asked “Yeah, that’s G major, right?” Tega asked “Correct” I affirmed “Alright Deji, ready? Yvonne, remember the harmony at --It’s gonna feel real good, gonna make a difference—and the other parts. Deji don’t forget that staccatoish stuff at the beginning, you guys know the arrangement already, let’s kill this one more time” “Yes Boss!”

Chronicles of Papi - Papi in the Village

I got to the village feeling like I just got back from “the abroad”, I mean I even called my Dad to ask if he could send someone to come pick me up from the airport (so he’ll know I came by flight, if you dare laugh, I’ll deal with you), he said there was no one, I could have come out of the airport and used public transport, but no, I wanted them to know I had arrived, so I used the airport’s car hire service, and the cost was enough to take me back to Lagos by bus, but I was not bothered, I had to hit our house in grand style (una know as e dey go when onwa December don reach na). The moment we left the airport, I had to ask to be certain I was in the right place, ‘cause everything had changed, the roads tarred, beautiful cars and buildings everywhere, it was a sharp contrast with what I left, then the road was red earth, there were no beautiful buildings, just trees, we had electric poles without wires, now there was power- real development. We got to my Father’s house a