Photo Credits: Unsplash I’m Tobi, 22, just back from my first year at uni. Life was simple before, lectures, football, no drama. But now, every time I walk into our living room, Aunty Funmi, Mum’s best friend since polytechnic days, is there. Smiling too wide, eyes lingering too long. It started innocently. “Tobi, you’ve grown […]
Can I Still Love Her If She Becomes Family?
Photo Credits: Unsplash Everyone in our 200-level class knew I was in love with Amara.We’d been classmates since JSS3, but university made it obvious, same lectures, same sodality in church where I was NFCS secretary and she was VP. I carried her books during group projects, prayed beside her at meetings, stole glances during Mass. […]
Is My Husband Hiding Something?
Photo Credits: Pexels.com My name is Sandra, and I have been married to Kunle for almost four years.On the outside, our marriage looks fine, no public fights, no dramatic scandals, just two people trying to build a life. But on the inside, there is a small stone in my chest that I cannot swallow or […]
Crashing My Ex’s Wedding (Ep 7- Finale)
My phone buzzed on the table. A message from the sister: “So. Are you in?” A chill ran up my spine. Think of the devil! Another buzz. “I have photos of him and his family in the states”… “I have copies of his marriage certificate” I stared at the evidence in my lap. The cheque. […]
Crashing My Ex’s Wedding (Ep 6)
The brown envelope sat on my coffee table like it had a pulse. I hadn’t touched it since she slid it across the table. Didn’t open it. Didn’t hide it. Just left it there, watching me watch it. Part of me was itching to tear it open. Another part wanted to toss it into the […]
Crashing My Ex’s Wedding (Ep 5)
The café was warm and quiet, the kind of place where the staff don’t bother you unless you wave. I saw a hand wave at me. She was already there when I arrived. Back straight. Hands folded. No sunglasses. No scarf. Just… looking at me like she’d been waiting for this moment for a long […]
Crashing My Ex’s Wedding (Ep 4)
That night, sleep was a stranger. I lay in the dark, phone still warm in my palm, her words replaying over and over like a stubborn song I didn’t want to learn. “I gave up my slot for you.” “I thought you’d come to scatter it.” “He was married in the US… two kids.” Each […]
Crashing My Ex’s Wedding (Ep 3)
The message was still on his screen. “Has she seen the lipstick?” My brain paused. My heart pressed restart. I turned to Chijioke. “Oya, talk. What is this nonsense?” “Nma…” He sighed. “There’s something I need to tell you.” He leaned forward. “It wasn’t a coincidence… me talking to you at the wedding.” I folded […]
Crashing My Ex’s Wedding (Ep 2)
The thing is, I wasn’t supposed to enjoy the wedding. I came for closure. To shake small waist, collect small rice, and bounce. But somehow, Chijioke had me smiling like I wasn’t someone’s almost-wife. And when the MC shouted, “Couples, friends, everybody to the dancefloor!” Guess who grabbed my hand like say we practiced? At […]
Crashing My Ex’s Wedding (Ep 1)
The IV came on a Thursday. Gold-trimmed, sealed with wax. Like royalty. My name was written in cursive. I stared at it for almost 2 hours. I almost tore it. I almost framed it. I did none. I just sat there… shaking. Why is my ex inviting me to his wedding? To flaunt his new […]