One day, a few of us went on an assignment to a village called Bigi Tudunwada in the Bauchi LGA. A population of over 6000 drank...
It was an NYSC tradition to hold a bonfire on the last week of camp. Corpers had expressed shouts of joy on the parade ground the...
“Could you zip me up, please?” Daye swallowed as he zipped up the dress, desperately trying not to look at the fastening of her pink lacy...
It’s a glorious Sunday morning. The clock on the wall reads twenty minutes past eight, and as I lay against Jimi’s well-built body, I note to...
We never spoke again after that day, not for lack of trying on his part. He did call, many times, but I couldn’t bring myself to...
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