At early morning mass the next day, I could still feel a slight tingling on my lips from Michael’s kiss. I kept thinking about it and about his face as he stood by my door. I was so angry with him, what was he playing at, why was a grown man stealing kisses from me like a school boy? But there was also pleasure, pleasure that was now making my lips tingle and my cheeks heat up even as the priest challenged me to a life of piety.
Most Sundays after church, I would drive down to my parents’ house in Magodo, to eat a hearty lunch and raid the freezers for soups and stews, and also to see my parents and my younger twin siblings Cynthia and Chris, who, when they were not at university, still lived at home.
Because it was a Sunday, there was zero traffic leaving the island, I did Third Mainland Bridge in less than five minutes and in less than twenty minutes total, I was at home. If only Lagos traffic would always be like that, I thought as I drove into my parent’s compound, Lagosians would be happy and helpful all the time, instead of grumpy and quarrelsome.
My parents were still at church, but they had left the house keys with Ahmed, our Fulani gateman. He was full of happy smiles as he gave me the keys, exclaiming that he hadn’t seen me ‘por bery bery long time’. I answered all his enquiries pleasantly and left him still smiling happily at me…. Read more
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Emmm, please can you just write a book and sell the first copy to me?! I keep checking the page tab to see where I am and see if I can read any slower so as not to finish it too quickly. I did the same for the other 4.
Na beg I dey beg you. You are killing me with these titbits *wailing*
Aww, Thanks so much. I promise to write faster and complete this story ASAP.
Thank you. And sorry for not letting you know how much I have enjoyed the story. I have read many many love stories but I can't seem to figure out where this one is headed so I am intrigued.
Kudos dear. I go dey reach this side every week for sure.
I'm reading on my mobile phone. I have to return to home» scroll to the bottom» click on the next chapter to get to the next page and I could scream at the phone for not getting me there fast enough.
I like Soph. She sounds like me. I hope she makes real good heart loving decisions.