"Yes Nicole, my brother. So much happenings - sad and outrageous! So many people are really suffering. And this moment, all we need is love regardless of gender, race and religion. Just love! " Linda heard him say, his voice subduing the others'. She scoffed, narrowing her eyes across the restaurant, relishing the serene ambience. The atmosphere was quite humid and she felt her derm being prickled a little, almost puking as her stomach burned from having to sit and listen to a fellow she would consider as jaunty. She felt her gaze - Cynthia's and her unreasonable winks with her hair stylishly swept up high and tiny curls dangling. Linda sighed, rambling over the plate with garnished chicken lazing on it. &
Bode stamped his right foot on the small ant which had encroached his privacy by laying comfortably beside him. He felt irked by the mosquito bites he had suffered for three days and the tiny lumps gaining territory over his cracked skin. His bloodshot eyes stared at empty space as he brood , mesmerizing with his mind so far away. A cold surge of emotions overwhelmed him as he crouched, feeling the urge to micturate while he glanced at the dust-coated paint pail at the farther end of the cell. He wondered if his mother had hear about his arrest yet and how loudly she will yell like one grieving a dead child. He felt his body ache and pain suppressing his bod. He resented himself now that he was in a gruesome situation as this and like a peripatetic overseeing a city - his place of tour; he stared - his chin with beads scanty as it rested on his coarse palms. He was wounded with his soul and mind. Now he felt battered and the arid environment wasn’t soothing to him.He could re
With beads of sweat thinly plastered on his forehead trickling down his nose amidst the soft wind rustling by and his tears eyes tinged from an open fire next to a food seller joint. Bode bound past, his legs aching and feet coated with dust. He walked on, avoiding the cans and empty water bags scattered partingly on the road, repugnant water peering from gutters. The sky was clay-like, girded by heap of greyish color and riant rays emitting from its beautiful abode.“Been long I’ve been to this place. More peaceful than my habitat. “ Bode mumbled, grunting as he bent, regarding a tall, dark woman braiding a little girl’s hair, her head stuck between her huge thighs. Bode trudged, walking down a street. He greeted some women sitting outside a bungalow - all attending to different chores with some semi-naked kids with exposed t
With beads of sweat thinly plastered on his forehead trickling down his nose amidst the soft wind rustling by and his tears eyes tinged from an open fire next to a food seller joint. Bode bound past, his legs aching and feet coated with dust. He walked on, avoiding the cans and empty water bags scattered partingly on the road, repugnant water peering from gutters. The sky was clay-like, girded by heap of greyish color and riant rays emitting from its beautiful abode.“Been long I’ve been to this place. More peaceful than my habitat. “ Bode mumbled, grunting as he bent, regarding a tall, dark woman braiding a little girl’s hair, her head stuck between her huge thighs. Bode trudged, walking down a street. He greeted some women sitting outside a bungalow - all attending to different chores with some semi-naked kids with exposed t
Linda scowled, her dry palms inclining on her bosom. Her palpitation increased and rapidly, her heart throbbed while she walked with her shoulders, bent and dropping like a limp noodle falling from the dish it inclines on. She stared like her vision was blank - like a myopic one whose sight was failing and couldn’t distinguish black from white or outdoor from indoor and it was vivid she had a lot in her mind. The sun had rose , emitting fluorescent beams. Linda squinted her eyes - raising the car’s bonnets as she stared, unsure of what to touch or change. She was two streets away from her home - heading to work and in a split second, the car had stopped. She graciously stood, a car sped past. She entered, sitting awhile and wondering if to go back home or inform her father to send a driver over. She suspired, picking up her phone as it chimed.
Linda scowled, her dry palms inclining on her bosom. Her palpitation increased and rapidly, her heart throbbed while she walked with her shoulders, bent and dropping like a limp noodle falling from the dish it inclines on. She stared like her vision was blank - like a myopic one whose sight was failing and couldn’t distinguish black from white or outdoor from indoor and it was vivid she had a lot in her mind. The sun had rose , emitting fluorescent beams. Linda squinted her eyes - raising the car’s bonnets as she stared, unsure of what to touch or change. She was two streets away from her home - heading to work and in a split second, the car had stopped. She graciously stood, a car sped past. She entered, sitting awhile and wondering if to go back home or inform her father to send a driver over. She suspired, picking up her phone as it chimed.
“Yay! Bridal showers, spinster’s last night, wedding eve, so many preparations girls. I’m super excited! “ Tinu croaked, her garbling giggles subduing the babbles of her friends. They girded her with legs enclosed like one in Yoga class with stuffed and colorful pillows reclining on their laps like babies in shawls. “We’ll make it didn’t and the media itself will bustle with news making an impression on all! Who won’t desire to see Tinuke Solanke, daughter to the Minister of. The young, sexy, talented lady who gets married to Nigeria’s billionaire son. Tinu, I’m glad!” blared, clasping a face wipe from its pack as she leveled an ointment on the wipe’s whitish surface with the slimy oil dripping as it leaves moi
Rattling past the thorny bushes and sprawled twigs with weeds within, a startled young lady in blue yelped out. She scrambled breathlessly with her chest, heaving like one whose pulse would recede any moment and wave a goodbye to the world afterwards. Her black boots skidded the floor, wracking some plants and buds which were about to bloom; she stamped her feet on the ground as the glimmering sun spluttered its rays on her forehead while it shone and glittered like a gold hidden parcel discovered after decades. "Oh Jeez!" She mumbled, scuttled more and gasped convulsively. She turned abruptly and averted her eyes to the road, walking down a narrow lane. From all indications, there was no glimpse of who was running after her yet she ran more - cringing with fear and a headwarmer hoisted on her head. She felt sweat trickle down her knees and under suppression, her ankle give a shrilly creak. S
One could saunter idly down the terraced road with the chilly and misty atmosphere welcoming bumps on one's arms. One could settle down on a pavement and pensively watch the sun sets, appearing from its harbour with golden rays. One could rather stir about with awe having seen spindly trees sway like ballerinas in a ballet performance with dropping birches and boughs as one stamp and crumple the dried leaves laying idly on the floor, One could trail off the street and peer at the black birds loitering in the sky and the ones on electric poles with chirpy noises and pointed beaks like nails. One could stride across the lawn, feasting a glance on trimmed grasses with sunflowers and daffodils within - spead out like a little bed laid for a kid to rest on. One could edge forth and wade one's legs in a bid to feel the misty meadows between one's toes. One could settle down on a furry cushion, a cup of coffee clenched in the right palm and blanket encovering one
“Yay! Bridal showers, spinster’s last night, wedding eve, so many preparations girls. I’m super excited! “ Tinu croaked, her garbling giggles subduing the babbles of her friends. They girded her with legs enclosed like one in Yoga class with stuffed and colorful pillows reclining on their laps like babies in shawls. “We’ll make it didn’t and the media itself will bustle with news making an impression on all! Who won’t desire to see Tinuke Solanke, daughter to the Minister of. The young, sexy, talented lady who gets married to Nigeria’s billionaire son. Tinu, I’m glad!” blared, clasping a face wipe from its pack as she leveled an ointment on the wipe’s whitish surface with the slimy oil dripping as it leaves moi
Linda scowled, her dry palms inclining on her bosom. Her palpitation increased and rapidly, her heart throbbed while she walked with her shoulders, bent and dropping like a limp noodle falling from the dish it inclines on. She stared like her vision was blank - like a myopic one whose sight was failing and couldn’t distinguish black from white or outdoor from indoor and it was vivid she had a lot in her mind. The sun had rose , emitting fluorescent beams. Linda squinted her eyes - raising the car’s bonnets as she stared, unsure of what to touch or change. She was two streets away from her home - heading to work and in a split second, the car had stopped. She graciously stood, a car sped past. She entered, sitting awhile and wondering if to go back home or inform her father to send a driver over. She suspired, picking up her phone as it chimed.
Linda scowled, her dry palms inclining on her bosom. Her palpitation increased and rapidly, her heart throbbed while she walked with her shoulders, bent and dropping like a limp noodle falling from the dish it inclines on. She stared like her vision was blank - like a myopic one whose sight was failing and couldn’t distinguish black from white or outdoor from indoor and it was vivid she had a lot in her mind. The sun had rose , emitting fluorescent beams. Linda squinted her eyes - raising the car’s bonnets as she stared, unsure of what to touch or change. She was two streets away from her home - heading to work and in a split second, the car had stopped. She graciously stood, a car sped past. She entered, sitting awhile and wondering if to go back home or inform her father to send a driver over. She suspired, picking up her phone as it chimed.
With beads of sweat thinly plastered on his forehead trickling down his nose amidst the soft wind rustling by and his tears eyes tinged from an open fire next to a food seller joint. Bode bound past, his legs aching and feet coated with dust. He walked on, avoiding the cans and empty water bags scattered partingly on the road, repugnant water peering from gutters. The sky was clay-like, girded by heap of greyish color and riant rays emitting from its beautiful abode.“Been long I’ve been to this place. More peaceful than my habitat. “ Bode mumbled, grunting as he bent, regarding a tall, dark woman braiding a little girl’s hair, her head stuck between her huge thighs. Bode trudged, walking down a street. He greeted some women sitting outside a bungalow - all attending to different chores with some semi-naked kids with exposed t
With beads of sweat thinly plastered on his forehead trickling down his nose amidst the soft wind rustling by and his tears eyes tinged from an open fire next to a food seller joint. Bode bound past, his legs aching and feet coated with dust. He walked on, avoiding the cans and empty water bags scattered partingly on the road, repugnant water peering from gutters. The sky was clay-like, girded by heap of greyish color and riant rays emitting from its beautiful abode.“Been long I’ve been to this place. More peaceful than my habitat. “ Bode mumbled, grunting as he bent, regarding a tall, dark woman braiding a little girl’s hair, her head stuck between her huge thighs. Bode trudged, walking down a street. He greeted some women sitting outside a bungalow - all attending to different chores with some semi-naked kids with exposed t
Bode stamped his right foot on the small ant which had encroached his privacy by laying comfortably beside him. He felt irked by the mosquito bites he had suffered for three days and the tiny lumps gaining territory over his cracked skin. His bloodshot eyes stared at empty space as he brood , mesmerizing with his mind so far away. A cold surge of emotions overwhelmed him as he crouched, feeling the urge to micturate while he glanced at the dust-coated paint pail at the farther end of the cell. He wondered if his mother had hear about his arrest yet and how loudly she will yell like one grieving a dead child. He felt his body ache and pain suppressing his bod. He resented himself now that he was in a gruesome situation as this and like a peripatetic overseeing a city - his place of tour; he stared - his chin with beads scanty as it rested on his coarse palms. He was wounded with his soul and mind. Now he felt battered and the arid environment wasn’t soothing to him.He could re
"Yes Nicole, my brother. So much happenings - sad and outrageous! So many people are really suffering. And this moment, all we need is love regardless of gender, race and religion. Just love! " Linda heard him say, his voice subduing the others'. She scoffed, narrowing her eyes across the restaurant, relishing the serene ambience. The atmosphere was quite humid and she felt her derm being prickled a little, almost puking as her stomach burned from having to sit and listen to a fellow she would consider as jaunty. She felt her gaze - Cynthia's and her unreasonable winks with her hair stylishly swept up high and tiny curls dangling. Linda sighed, rambling over the plate with garnished chicken lazing on it. &
" I am Inspector Chuwkuma and he is Detective Mark. We are from Elewe police station. We received a complaint and heard of the recent robbery and how belongings were despoiled and plundered. I'm certain the thieves are the same people we've been ransacking everywhere for, they move from street to street to collect with coercion, the hard - earned money and possession of others. We will continue with our investigation but we'll need information from you all. Who is Bode, please? " Bode watched the short, stubby man in black police uniform rattled, gesticulating with a black pistol beside his gird.
Glancing curiously and unrestingly across the large living room - flanked by exquisite murals and a rural area painting with fertile trees and flowers, sprouting; Mark forced a smile amidst being subdued and pulverized by anxiety. He could feel her gaze now for she had kept silent already - no giggle nor chuckle. Her flowery flannel brushed his polished and glinting shoes as she bent, her head placed on his right shoulder. He watched the maids swiftly move to and fro with glances, creeping and squinting while they conversed in hushed tones; their striped gown worn like hostelites in dormitories. Striving to stay calm as expected, he placed his left palm on hers - stroking her manicured fingers gently yet nervously. She muttered some words which he couldn't decipher for he was pensive. It was