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Stoic by Peace Habila.

‘Your husband is cheating on you. I saw him a while ago caressing and fondling another lady at a hotel lobby’, she said without pausing to breathe in or out. ‘Men will always be men’, she repeated in a pitch of voice typical of an angry parent scolding a naughty child.

Betrayal by Humble Ogbonna.

His arms were big and strong like an African baobab tree, his chest was firm and sturdy like the impregnable wall of ancient Babylon. She wished the distance to her car was farther so she could enjoy his company all the more.

A Thousand Tomorrows by Roselyn Sho-Olajide.

A moment of awkward silence passed, as Serena didn’t know what to say. She was too stunned for words. She could feel the words clogging her throat, afraid of coming out through her mouth. She didn’t want to say the wrong thing.

It’s Fun Time by Johnson Onyedikachi.

Pointing his Beretta M9 to Bilie's head, Acid broke up in controlled laughter, taunting Bilie's crippled pleas. He wasn’t called Acid for nothing and so even when he appeared distracted, with a firearm in his right hand, Acid was more to be feared than a puff adder.

The Killer Revealed by Roselyn Sho-Olajide.

Jeremy quietly let himself through the window. The determination to find out what exactly his father was up to, dragged him out of the comfort of his bed and diminished every thread of fear in him.

Undercover by Victor Oladejo.

Juliet dropped the phone and wore her jacket. She hid her loaded pistol in a pocket and arranged Falade’s files and the recorder in her bag. She picked her keys, ran out of the house to her car, and drove at a high speed to the outskirts of Ore Township.

My Mother’s Prayers by Oluwaseun Osanyinro.

We waited for a while before my curiosity got hold of me and I followed them in. They had searched my room, toilet, bathroom, laundry room and my kitchen but did not see any intruder. However, the knife on my table was the mystery weapon of confusion.

An Intruder In The House by Chisom Arueze.

He dropped his phone on the floor and picked up the other pair and was greeted with the same thick brown soil. His face was twisted in an emotion of fear and confusion. He held them both and his mind became a sprinter in a race of thoughts for who had worn his shoes.

The Killer by Excel Olunusi.

When I got to the entrance, I brought out my house key and wanted to open the door but to my utmost surprise, the door was not locked. “What could possibly have happened before I came back home? Who could have opened the door? My parents did not even have the key. How could the person have opened the door?”

A Shade in-between Black and White by Peace Habila.

I opened the door as though I was under a spell. The moonlight fell generously on her face. It was also enough to allow me to see her semi-nude body. I had always thought of her as someone with a deep-seated hatred for decent clothes.

It’s Your Funeral by Johnson Onyedikachi.

Several beads of sweat had broken out on my forehead and my armpits were beginning to itch, but I watched on. In a moment that never seemed to be coming at first, Papa Solo emerged from his room, armed with a large machete, his eyes full of hate as he dashed for the gathered posse, everyone dispersing almost immediately.

No Brother In The Jungle by Humble Ogbonna.

My heart skipped when a sudden surge of electricity flashed through the sky accompanied by a deafening roar of thunder. The boys were frightened and ran inside abandoning the game that was already become interesting.

The Ex-Convict by Rosely Sho-Olajide.

Why would Boma do such a thing? I thought as I walk clutching my bag as though my life depended on it. Luckily, I was not wearing my usual 6-inch pumps. I had worn flat-heeled sandals to work that day. As if I had a premonition of what was skulking in the shadows.

The Bigger Plan by Ebube Ezeadum.

And she knew that I would take her home. She must have read my promiscuity like a novel. Everything was so perfect that she would be the least suspect. I mean, they had also cut off a chunk of the barbed wire so it would seem like a random thief came in while I went to get my car from the mechanic. I thought I was smart at getting to her. But she had bigger plans. Too bad it was with an unfaithful crime partner. And worse for me, I have a dead body in my compound.

Anecdote: From Boyz To Men.

This thing called love is a beautiful thing!

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