chol 1iiFamily occasions would always be a challenge. Ada knew that from the start. The day she said “I do,” to Iyke, she signed up for potential disaster each time she had to sit with her brother, his wife and their two sons. First had been Sir. Clarence’s death and burial.

Now their mother was celebrating her 60th birthday in grand style, a destination party at an exclusive island in the Caribbean.

Clarence was in attendance with his family, as well as her. So far, the party had gone on without incidence.

Then Aunt Rufina, their late father’s fractious older sister, walked up to their table. Iyke held one-year old Adana, with his best friends, Chido and his wife, Bukky, and Felix and his newest girlfriend, Leila, sat with them. With two extra seats on the table, Aunt Rufina took the one beside Ada.

“What a great party, Ursula. Your mother looks thirty years younger.” Aunt Rufina gushed. “I don’t know what ever was wrong with Clarence. Why he left her and married that barren little girl, Ironbar.”

Iyke chatted with his friends and Ada was forced to entertain Rufina. “Mum has no hard feelings. Ironbar is here.” Ada shrugged. “That’s a good sign.”

“Anyway.” Rufina sniffed. “Adana is so cute, Ada. She looks so much like her father.” She chuckled. “Any of us women here could be her mother, you know.”

Ada smiled. “People tell me that all the time.”

Rufina giggled. “I can’t keep my eyes off Clarence’s boys. They look so much alike. So much like your little Adana too. They could pass for triplets.” She leaned across and tickled Adana’s chubby cheeks.

“Indeed, Aunt Rufina,” Ada said. “Especially since they have the same father.” Ada smiled at Iyke. “Isn’t it, darling?”

Rufina gasped. “Clarence mustn’t hear you talk like this!” She looked round the table. She had everyone’s attention.

“Why not?” Iyke smirked. “Clarence is impotent. Is it a secret?”

Tisha Returns



I am short of words for the first second. “Moni! What are you doing here?” Panic grips me and I fear something awful happened back home. “How’s mum?”
“I haven’t reached home. Lower your voice.” She rises. “Come inside and lower your voice.”
It is impossible. “What happened? Come on, talk to me!”
She stands before the door, and folds her arms across her chest. I fumble with my keys and open the door. She walks in and waits for me to come in.
“Lock the door.”
I have a million things to say but instead, I do as she says. My hands shake so badly the simple routine becomes a task.
When we’re safely locked in, I turn to her. “What’s going on?”
She bites her lower lip. “Anike is missing. Her father has been to the village chief and police.”
“How does that concern us?” The words hardly left my lips. “You helped her run away!” I lower my voice. “How could you?”
“I didn’t plan it. She was by the road, weeping. I told the bus driver to stop and we exchanged places. I thought you’d be here but you were not.”
Blessings I wasn’t. I drop to my bed, my knees weakened by the atrocity Moni committed. Was she lying or she had this planned all the while.
“I can’t believe this.”
“I’m not lying. She was there by the road just outside the village.” Moni sighs. “I know I’ve done some silly things in the past but today is different. I had to call mum I’m not coming again. She was not happy about it.”
“Well, I don’t have another money for you to travel till I get my allowance early next month.”
“It’s fine. I called one of my course-mates too and she said resumption was postponed because lecturers were on strike.”
I arch an eyebrow. “When did you call your course-mate?”
“Two days ago but—”
“Ah Moni! The witch cries today, the child dies tomorrow.”
She sits beside me, and grabs my hand. “I swear, I never planned anything with Anike.”
How is it possible to believe her? “So what do we do now? Should we just pretend we don’t know where she is?”
“Her father came to ask after her, and after you. He thinks you took his daughter away.”
I scoff. “Why would he think that?”
“Remember the day we spied on them. You know he saw you.”
“So? How does that mean I took his daughter?”
She waves. “I think we should just pretend. I told him you probably went hunting with Ajao.” She looks at me. “Where were you all day?”
“Can’t I have a life? Yes, I went hunting with Ajao.”
I walk to the small corner where the cooking stove is. My stomach rumbles and I pray the stew she cooked the previous day is still good. The stew is not bad but has a little mould. I dip my hand in and pick a piece of meat, which I pop into my mouth.
Moni speaks softly, “Ajao said he hadn’t seen you too. You’d have to look for another lie, or tell the truth.”



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270216 resizedMarried samples – Ebenezer and Esther

Ebenezer and Esther are work colleagues. They met in the bank where they both worked and continued to work in different banks, building their homes, while building a formidable career each.

Illusions: They both believe their careers can thrive without interfering with their family life.

Expectations: Ebenezer expects his wife to contribute financially to the home, since she has a good job too. Esther expects her husband to contribute to housekeeping since she has a demanding job too.

1. Define your core beliefs about what fantasy is?
2. What do you imagine is a fantasy in your relationship?
3. What are your core expectations in your marriage?
4. Have your fantasies come true? If yes, how many of them? If no, why do you think they have not come true?
5. Are you meeting your expectations? If no, why do you think so?
6. Do you still love your spouse as much as you did the first day you met him/her?
7. What is your impression of a blissful marriage?
8. What are your impressions of a husband’s duties in marriage?
9. What are your impressions of a wife’s duties in marriage?
10. When last did you do something your spouse expects – good or bad? What reaction did you get?

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11. When last did you make love? How was it?
12. When last did you say, “I love you” to your spouse?
13. When last did you buy a gift for your partner, or give him/her a treat?


260216 resizedLatoya is a woman who’s past pain left her bereft of a sound mind in my true dream novel, Shattered.
After years of therapy, she’s back on track, or so she thinks. Meeting a “Mr. Right” exposes all the rot perfectly hidden and her shattered heart is exposed.
The tragedy in Latoya’s life destroyed a beautiful character, a woman full of virtue. She was compassionate but not as strong as she made people to believe apparently.
Forgive me for tossing this role on beautiful Matilda Obaseki. Maybe because I’ve seen her do “da thingy” in popular soapie, Tinsel.

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Tisha Returns



I follow Moni to the village square early Saturday morning, glad to see her leave. The bus from neighbouring villages pass through before six o’clock, picking passengers along the route to Ile-Ife. Once you miss this bus, the alternative is to take the five kilometre trek to the expressway. Several vehicles move from Ile-Ife to Lagos so Moni is safe from there.
The rickety bus coughs a couple of times and spewing black smoke from the exhaust, pulls off.
I stand there for a few minutes watch it go. I will miss my sister, despite her silliness. I’d seen a part of her I never imagined existed. At home, she was just the sister, far closer to our mum than to me. Sure, she’d poked her nose in my business several times but never like this.
A strange loneliness weighs on my heart, and I return via the stream. I know it is dangerous, but I remember Bisi’s secret space at the stream, and I know she does some washing early on Saturday mornings.
Indeed, she’s at the stream. Alone. I move close enough and call her. She turns and exclaims. I move back into the thicker bush and she joins me within a minute. We hug and kiss tenderly. Goodness, she has such an effect on me.
She gasps. “What are you doing here?”
“I was missing you. And I know you’ll be here.”
“You have to go.” She pushes me back. “You have to go. I will see you in the evening.”
“But Bisi—”
“No. Go. Ade comes to the stream anytime.”
“Don’t push me away. I don’t care about Ade.”
Her eyes widen. “You can’t say like that.”
“He’s a man and I’m a man.”
“But he’s a wicked man. He will kill you.”
“Someone has to stop him. Will he just kill like that and go?”
“Tisha, please. Abbey, Abbey you cannot stop Ade.”
I pace unable to contain my frustration. “How do you think I will marry you? How will we live together? Even now, I don’t like hiding in the bush with you. If not that I am a student teacher now. You think I will be hiding when I finish my attachment here?”
She sobs. “He will kill you.”
I grab her shoulders and make her look at me. “So we should stop our relationship because of him?”
“I don’t know.”
“Never. I will not leave you because of any man.” I pull her into a hug. “I will fight with my life. I will fight for our love.”
“I know wicked Ade. He has police in his pocket.” She continues to sob. “It will not hard him.”
“Then it is a challenge for me. Even if I have to bring police from Lagos.”
I know it’s not possible to do that. I am just one man, the son of a petty trader, fatherless student teacher. The odds are against me. But I am also a man in love. And like Romeo, I will do anything for love.
“We’ll be fine, I promise you.”
She looks up at me. “Do you have cloth to wash? I want to ask you yesterday.”
“I don’t. Moni washed for me yesterday. Thanks love.”
She shrugs. “Next week.”
I smile and press a kiss on her forehead. “Next week.”
“Let me finish my cloth.”
“I will wait here. Then we can meet up at the usual place.”
She steps back. “Don’t wait. Go. Give me one hour, I will come with food for you.”
“Okay love.”
I decide to go to the meeting place at once. One hour seems a long time but spending it alone in the bush is better than in my room. I’d planned to make our meeting place safer and cleaner so I decide to use this time.
I use my bare hands to make a clearing of the thorny branches enough space to lay down for two. Then I survey the surroundings. Mostly brush, I cut dangling branches and create a small space for running on grass.
By the time Bisi arrives with a bag of bean cakes and steaming pap, I am sweating with a few cuts on my hands and feet.
She washes the bruises with some of the water she brought, and we settle to eat.
“Well done, my husband.” She smiles. “You have work so hard.”
“And you my wife has prepared a very delicious meal.”

We both laugh and enjoy feeding each other.
Then we lay back on our clean and clear love nest and talk about the future, and nothing in particular.
I don’t return to my room till late in the evening, driven by pure hunger. During the hours with Bisi, I didn’t even notice time had passed. We both slept off, woke and finished the bean cakes left, kissed to a point of maddening desire, and talked on end. I find it amazing she’s so intelligent and could debate me on any topic. Even things she knew little of.
My heart is light, I feel on top of the world, nothing can move me. I dance and walk, a smile plastered to my face.
Until I reach the front of my quarters and find Moni seated on the door step!

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Revenge cover copy 4 cropped kindle editionAll I wanted was a revenge. To hit back and hurt the man who took Lillian from me. My friends thought otherwise. Mr. Clarence, as the man was known in the circles that matter, was young, fierce and senselessly rich. And once he set his eyes on Lillian, he didn’t look elsewhere. Even though Lillian was carrying my baby.
Chido was particularly worried for me. “I’ve seen where this man dealt with someone before. He is ruthless, Iyke. You don’t want to fall under his radar.”
I smirked. “The day he took Lillian from me, I fell under his radar, and he fell under mine.”
Chido inhaled. “You make this sound like he kidnapped her or something.”
“What’s the difference?” I shrugged. “He deceived her.”
“How? She was in love with you. She was carrying your baby. She wasn’t drugged or hypnotized—”
“She was hypnotized. He offered to help her. Not to sleep with her. She followed him because he seemed willing to help.”
Chido’s eyes widened. “Can you hear yourself? At what point, tell me, at what point did she come to herself and realize he had deceived her? Tell me, Iyke!”
I bent my head. My heart burned and could pop out of my body with the weight of my agony.
“She hasn’t come to herself, Chido.”
Chido’s mouth dropped open. “I don’t believe you said that. I think you are deceived, Iyke. Have you seen her? She drives a 2015 model Mercedes Benz CLS.”
I swallowed. “I have seen her. That’s why I know she’s under his spell.”
Chido shook his head. “She has moved on, Iyke. I’m not cursing you but she will never come back to you.”
“She’s my life, Chido.” I could feel a headache in my eyes. “You know how much I loved that girl.”
“Look, my concern for you is not Lillian. It’s Mr. Clarence. He’s not that young and rich by being nice. He’s the boss. Leave Lillian for him, and God will bless you with another beautiful girl.”
“What about my son? Ehn, Chido. Can you leave your first son in such a man’s hands?”
“I can.” Chido’s voice sounded strained. He looked at me, and bit out. “I can.”


Dedicated to President Goodluck Jonathan (2009 – 2015), Late Dr. Stella Ameyo Adadevoh, and everyone who fought to kick ebola disease out of Nigeria in 2014. God bless you!

…continued from last week, read here
Boiling point croppedChapter Four

Two nurses came into Bola’s room two days later to chat and keep her company as they had done since she was quarantined.
Her health had deteriorated so badly, she was half-dead. All her cells seemed to have finally succumbed to the virus. The nurses, Betty and Nana, had chatted about girly things the day before. Bola understood. They had come to lighten her condition and mood. She’d done it countless times for dying patients.
“We have great news today, Betty,” Nana said.
“We so need great news around here,” Betty said. “Don’t we, Bola.”
Bola’s lips moved but no words came out. Since the middle of the night, she had found to difficult to breathe and to talk. She had managed to let the nurse on duty know she wanted to talk to Emma. Luckily, he was still fine, and there were no symptoms of the disease yet on his body.
Emma had prayed with her for almost an hour. It was after that she slept a little. But since she woke up, all she’d done in her mind was pray and cry.
Nana smiled. “All the patients quarantined have remained stable.”
Betty stole a glance at Bola who’s condition had deteriorated completely. “I believe there is hope. God is working.”
“That’s not all,” Nana said excitedly. “Dangote has issued a statement to pay for any treatment for Ebola patients. They are determined to squash out the disease as fast as it came.”
“Shame on to all the enemies of Nigeria’s progress.”
“And that is not all the good news. Uganda has a form of cure. They have recorded almost 100% cure for Ebola based on a herbal solution they found!”
“Hey! Thank God. Africa go survive!” Betty jumped. “I hope our doctors and herbalists have gone for the recipe.”
Nana laughed. “I’m sure. But that is not even the best news yet! A Nigerian in diaspora has found a solution to the cure of Ebola. And WHO has approved the that the drug can be tested.”
Betty danced round the small sterile room.
“Take it easy, Sister,” Nana laughed.
“Where did you get all this info from?”
“CMD. While he was raking about suing Liberian government and ECOWAS for letting such a sick person into the country, the news came in his mails. I happened to be there.”
They both looked at Bola.
“Soon, Sister. Just hang in there,” Betty said.
Bola closed her eyes. Unknown to them, she slipped into a coma.
“All the patients quarantined will get the doses of the drug first. Then anyone anywhere with signs. And it’s totally free.”
Betty sighed. “Ah, thank God. I knew this thing would blow over.” She shook her head. “I just feel bad for those who had to die before now.”
“Have you heard anything about Sister Ekwy? Now that there is a cure.” Nana sighed. “Hopeful cure.”
“She’s still at large. I still don’t know why she would run, and not submit herself,” Betty said.
“Can you believe some people are calling for her prosecution?”
Betty looked at Bola and startled. “Is she breathing?”
They raised alarm. Doctors came in and checked on the fourth Ebola patient on death row. They were about to lose her.
The hospital went quiet. It was hard enough to have a nurse on the run, and the public calling for her head. To record another loss would be a major loss for the hospital and the nation.
The president had approved so much money, and spent sleepless nights staying on top of this case that another loss was just one too many.
CMD sighed. He felt twenty years older. “When is the drug coming?”
“The flight should land in half an hour,” Matron said. “If only we can get it before—”
CMD shook his head. “I doubt if she has thirty minutes. Besides, this is just a test drug. No one has ever used it. And at this boiling point, what do you think can be done? Her cells are all destroyed.”
“I believe,” Matron whispered.
The next two hours became the most important in the history of the rise and fall of Ebola in Nigeria.
Bola finally stopped breathing a few minutes before the drug arrived. The nurses refused to turn down her bed and clean her out.
Matron suggested she should be put on a life machine and the drug tested on her.
“That is totally impossible,” CMD snapped.
“What do we lose if it doesn’t work? Nothing. If it works, we gain everything!”
“I don’t want—”
A nurse walked into the office. “Sir, Bola’s mother is here. She is her next of kin.”
CMD frowned. “Who sent for her? Did you tell her anything?”
The nurse shook her head. “Apparently, her name leaked in the news. Someone already has it on twitter that she’s dead.”
“My goodness! She’s not been dead for fifteen minutes.”
Betty walked in. “She’s not dead, sir. Her breathing only ceased at that time.”
“She’s on life support, Sister. Don’t be daft. She’s dead!” CMD snapped.
Matron took in a deep breath. “Sir, what do you say?”
“Someone has to indemnify. I won’t have lawsuits on my head for doing the unethical—” CMD said.
“WHO says we can try,” Matron said.
“Not on a dead body!” CMD cried.
“She’s not dead!” Betty burst into tears.
Matron sucked in her breath. “I’m sure her mother will gladly sign.”
CMD took several calming breaths and nodded. “Okay.”
The nurses rushed out and past Bola’s mother who was accompanied by her younger sister. Both looked travel-weary. Betty whispered to Nana that they had travelled four hours from Kwara to be here.
With the success of the test drug on Ekwy’s husband and children, the Ebola scourge was broken forever.
Bola got several shots of the drug. For two days, she couldn’t breathe on her own. Her family hung in there, praying, hoping. With immediate improvement on the other patients, the world announced a Nigerian had found the drug for Ebola.

…continues next week…