Bestie Bestie – 2

2 The door to the apartment clicked shut behind her, the silence inside a stark contrast to the roar of the airport ramps. She kicked off her heels by the entryway and walked down the hallway toward the warm light streaming from the kitchen. ​Her older sister, Ife, was standing over the stove, stirring...

Interminable – 9

9 The engine of Omejele’s car roared to life, a sharp, mechanical growl that echoed the turbulence in his chest. He didn’t check the time. He didn’t care that it was past midnight or that the fuel scarcity meant every litre of petrol was precious. He only knew that the silence of his house...

Interminable – 8

8 Sunday and Monday passed in nervous anticipation for Ese. At the office, she moved through meetings with a distracted grace, her mind constantly drifting to the quiet restaurant in Ikoyi. She was determined to scrub the failure of the gala night from their history. This wasn’t just a date; it was her chance...

Interminable – 7

7 As Ese drove toward her apartment, the adrenaline of the reunion began to fade, replaced by a cold, hard realization. She looked at herself in the rearview mirror and felt a surge of ancient frustration. ​“I’m still that girl,” she whispered to the empty car. “I’m still holding my breath, waiting for him...

Interminable – 6

6 By 2002, the digital warmth that had once fuelled their correspondence had cooled into a professional, almost clinical politeness. Their emails were now short and infrequent, stripped of the longing that had once sat between the lines. ​For Ese, the distance was a shield. After the disappointment at Mr. Bigg’s, she had convinced...

Interminable – 5

5 The evening air in Mushin was thick with the scent of rain and exhaust as Omejele trudged back from the workshop. His muscles were tight with the kind of fatigue that settled deep in the marrow, a byproduct of a day spent wrestling with a stubborn engine and hours of intense study under...

Interminable – 4

4 The National Stadium complex was a sprawling monument of concrete and ambition, a far cry from the dusty clearing of the Uromi grammar school field. Stepping out of the Mercedes-Benz, the leather seats still smelling of premium hide and the engine purring with the quiet authority Omejele himself had tuned into it, he...

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