With Love From Asaba: Part 14
Did you know that after today’s episode, there is just one more episode left in this series? Yup! Only one, kpere! The final episode will be up on Monday. Don’t worry. It’s already scheduled.
Have a great weekend!
Richard was right, as Nene later discovered. Before they parted ways, Richard had told Nene of the various DNA samples that could be used to determine paternity. Nene had been apprehensive at first, thinking that they would need to draw the child’s blood.
But Richard had set her mind at ease. read more…
With Love From Asaba: Part 13
My apologies for just posting this today. I was busy gbadun-ing my Labor Day holiday. Can you forgive me? I see you nodding. I’ll take that as a “Yes.” 🙂
Okay, now for Part 13. Thanks for all the comments and kind words too. I appreciate each and every one following this series.
Enjoy the next part … if you can. *dramatic music plays*
“Richard, I’m talking to you. Tell me it’s not true,” said Nene, tears filling her eyes. She had hoped and prayed that it was just a hoax, something she could write off as the ravings of a jealous man, but the look in Richard’s eyes coupled with his silence, spoke volumes. She began to sob uncontrollably.
“Nene, I’m sorry … It’s um … it’s complicated. I should have told you earlier.”
“You bastard! How could you hide something of this magnitude from me? Did you think I wouldn’t find out? You’ve made a fool of me. Why me? W-h-y–” Nene cried. read more…
With Love From Asaba: Part 12
Nene went to bed very early that day, but sleep evaded her. At about 2:00 a.m. on Tuesday morning, when the whole house was asleep, she went downstairs and searched for Monday’s paper. Her uncle usually kept the newspapers for the entire week in a magazine stand in the sitting room, and only threw them away on Sundays. He usually went through the newspapers a second time on Sunday afternoons to decide which articles he would keep. The ones he retained typically had some important information on the furniture industry, especially as it related to the Southern part of Nigeria.
Nene was grateful for her uncle’s peculiar habit because if he destroyed the papers immediately after reading them, she would have had to go to one of the newspaper vendors hoping they still retained the copy she needed. Thankfully, she could conduct her own hassle-free research within the confines of the house. read more…
With Love From Asaba: Part 11
The school where he taught was located on the same road as the hotel, and he was just leaving for his second shift at the home of one of his students where he gave private English lessons. Nene did not see him until he was standing right in front of her. By then, it was too late to escape.
“Sister Nene, how are you doing?” said Brother James, genuinely happy to see her. He could not believe his luck, and his smile was only outshone by the bright sun.
“Fine, thank you,” replied Nene reluctantly.
Oh God! Where did this man come from? Is he stalking me? read more…
With Love From Asaba: Part 10
Brother James was the unapologetically longwinded and pompous leader of the Sunday School class for youths in the church Nene attended. Truthfully, most people referred to it as the “Singles’ Sunday School Class,” because it was attended by young, unmarried people. The married folks had their own class. But for whatever reason, the church chose to call this one the “Youths’ Sunday School Class.”
Brother James partially fit the definition of a youth as envisioned by the Church. He was a tall, saucy-faced, energetic 32-year old, who was gainfully employed as a Geography and English teacher at a secondary school in Asaba. Although he was just a teacher, his ambition was far-reaching. His desire to attain the position of school principal in the near future was matched by a parallel desire of the same intensity: to find a wife. He believed that he had found the right woman. Her name was Nene. read more…
With Love From Asaba: Part 9
By now, it was already dark, and although the electricity supply was a lot better in Asaba than it was in Lagos, the power was out that night. The generators in the neighborhood had taken over from where PHCN stopped. Chief Alozie’s compound was no exception. The hum of his generator was loud enough to mask Nene and Richard’s conversation from the gateman who sat at his duty post near the gate.
When Nene stepped outside the gate and saw Richard, she immediately noticed that something had changed. He looked different.
Richard had changed from the purple button-down shirt and gray trousers he wore earlier in the day, and now donned his usual t-shirt and jeans. He was smiling. No, beaming when Nene came outside. He could easily have outshone the bright fluorescent lamp, which lit up the front of Chief’s house. Nene wondered why he was so happy. He read the question in her eyes and pronounced the answer with his lips: read more…
Wura's Woodin Adventures: A Novella (The Aso-Ebi Chronicles, Part 2) Published on Smashwords
Isn’t she lovely?
I started this series of novellas, titled The Aso-Ebi Chronicles last year. First, was Bewaji and her aso-ebi was Ankara.
The 2nd novella, which I just published, is titled Wura’s Woodin Adventures. From the title, I am sure you can guess that her aso-ebi is …. lace Woodin!
Here is the summary, as well as download links:
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Hello, there! My name is Sharon and I am a Nigerian Fiction Writer, Taker of Pictures and Lover of Humor. Feel free to look around or say hello. I don't bite. Usually. 🙂 Thanks for stopping by.Current Series: Darling Uloma, Love Letters from a Secret Admirer
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