9 Back in her hotel room, she had just unzipped the dress when her phone lit up. Odion. She hesitated, then answered. “Osas,” his voice was warm, almost paternal. “Thank you for coming. You looked… incredible. I think you stole the show.” She didn’t respond. Her fingers hovered near the zipper, the silk still clinging to her shoulders. ...
You Can’t Sit with Them – 8
8 LAGOS, 2017. Seven years ago. The air was thick with humidity and the scent of fried plantain drifting in from the neighbour’s window. Osas sat on the edge of her bed, phone in hand, staring at the flight confirmation Ruth had just forwarded. “First class,” Ruth said, beaming. “He didn’t even blink.” Osas frowned. “It’s just a birthday...
You Can’t Sit with Them – 7
7 He was the second to leave the Barracks, when she was seven. Packed up his family and vanished into a world of gated compounds and silent deals. But Paul still came back, every Christmas, every Easter, with his mother and siblings. He’d play football with the boys, laugh with Edafe, nod at Bayo. But he never spoke to her. ...
You Can’t Sit with Them – 6
6 It was nearly midnight when they finally stumbled out of the pub, laughter slurred, steps uneven. The air was cool, the street quiet, and the boys were drunk, except Paul. Paul, who hadn’t finished his first glass. Paul, who had watched the night unfold with the same distant gaze he’d always worn, like he was observing a play he refused to audition...
You Can’t Sit with Them – 5
5 They squeezed into Bayo’s Jaguar for a long drive to what may have been the only pub they were certain would take their madness. The pub was loud, dimly lit, and already humming with weekend energy. Edafe didn’t waste a second, he swaggered to the bar and ordered bottles like he was hosting a wedding. Champagne. Whiskey. Something imported with a name no one...
You Can’t Sit with Them – 4
4 The next day which is three days to her prom. It was late afternoon, the dress still hanging in her wardrobe like a promise. Osas sat on the edge of her bed, phone pressed to her ear, her heart already racing from the way Bayo had said “Hey”, flat, distant, not like him. “I can’t go to prom,” he said....
You Can’t Sit with Them – 3
3 Osas staggered to her reading table, hoping burying her head in her books will help clear her head of her thoughts. Not long after, Yelen burst into the room, cheeks flushed from the cold, her coat trailing behind her like a cape. She dropped her bag with theatrical flair and flopped onto Osas’s bed. “You’re nervous,” she said,...
You Can’t Sit with Them – 2
2 They sat cross-legged on the floor of their apartment, foil wrappers spread between them like ritual offerings. The kebab was messier than expected, garlic sauce dripping onto napkins, lamb charred just enough to taste like something real. Yelen had queued up a playlist: soft jazz, then a Polish indie band Osas couldn’t pronounce but liked all the same. Osas chewed slowly, her phone balanced on her knee....
You Can’t Sit with Them – 1
You Can’t Sit with Them by Peace Anazodo Synopsis “Brilliantly done… the reader is lured into a journey with Osas and nothing will ever prepare you for the ending.” – Bookause Review. Osas Ediku was just four years old when her father, a devoted police officer, was tragically taken from her life. Left with...
Meet the Author: Peace Anazodo – You Can’t Sit With Them
Join us for an exciting evening with Author Peace Anazodo, author of our new release, You Can’t Sit With Them. We will have an opening session of Q&A with the author, followed by book reading by the author and audience interaction with the author. About the Book Osas Ediku was just four years old...