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“I didn’t tell Joe about the leave.” “It’s better. You know your bobo already. He can start coming here now now.” “Right?” I ask, stretching on my bed. My leave started today and I’m basking in the sweet feeling of being able to spend extra time in bed on a weekday. “We all know him.” […]

It feels almost wrong to remain in Abuja without Joe. Not that I want to immediately relocate to Calabar because of a man, not that I can’t, but his short visit gave me an insight into the alternative life I could be living if we were together. Realistically, if he lived in Abuja, we would

I’m back home. I had the best weekend of my life with Angela; everything went right. It was worth it. As usual, I returned and dove straight into work. Work, eat, reach out to bae, more work, sleep, more bae. It’s midweek and I’ve only just had the chance to take a breather. I’m here

“Tell me all about Eliam. Can I see more pictures?” He reaches for my phone. We’ve found a little strength to detach from each other and steered the hunger toward the safer kind. Now, we’re eating. I unlock my phone, his eyes on the phone as I input my password. Guess we’re that type of

Is she playing with me? Asking if she’s sated my hunger. If I didn’t know, I’d say that she’s teasing me to see how far I can go. I take a deep breath and adjust myself. I expected all emotions and prepared but I didn’t expect this intensity of desire. It’s insane. Like some suppressed

“Zabby, is this gown not too short?” “But we found it in your wardrobe.” She shrugs, then adjusts my hair. We’ve gone for a sleek low-bun which looks really good, though it isn’t the best option for hair as thick as mine when pressed for time. After using a lot of gel, hair spray, and

Joe’s arriving on Friday, tomorrow, and I don’t know how to breathe again. I’m torn between wanting to look good and wanting to look normal. I’ve been unable to sleep since Tuesday, and this doesn’t bode well for me, considering that I’d rather look good and not puffy. My alarm rings as I get up

As soon as I got Angela’s consent, I got to work; I booked a flight, reserved a hotel room, then hit up some friends—who thankfully I’d recently been reaching out to more often—to see if they wouldn’t mind a shoot date for Saturday afternoon. Angie owned the rest of my weekend. After arranging everything, I

I’ve been on a high. It’s very easy to detect, and everyone around me has noticed. The other day, my teammates teased me during our meeting. They insisted that it had to be a woman, to which I laughed. Hassan and a couple of guys from the gym that I’ve started relating with have also

“You’re really patient,” I say, rolling my eyes. “I want to believe that you’re not being sarcastic. I choose to believe that.” She answers, grabbing a pillow and wedging herself. “Well, we just sort of agreed to a slow burn.” “Slow burn? We? Who? Fill me in. I thought I heard boyfriend or something.” “It’s