THE SOCIALITE

..My childhood memories are full of smiles and laughter. I was doted on by everybody, and never lacked. I was shielded, protected from the harsh realities of life. My mother was a socialite and to her, life was all about status.

JANE DOE Ep 06

Smoke.

Broken, bodies and shattered bones. Is this my 'normal?'. The carnage  seems so familiar.....so intimate...like warmth of a lover's hand. The stink of bodily fluids and gun powder conjugate to conceive the stench of death. I do not feel the bleeding holes on my body,....I can not feel the blood oozing from my skin. I feel nothing......I am static....a tabla rasa,....undefined. I am featureless and out of focus like a blur. Detached and yet connected to everything....and nothing.

Happy Birthday Chuks

I present to you, his highness Lord  Chuks the Magnificient. First of his name, Master of words,  Poetry King, Online Dada Numero Uno, Master of Swag, Bobo fine no be small. His words bring Kings and Lords to their knees.

CHUKS THE GREAT!!!

He stood on the edge of the cliff. The winds were kind this evening, he thought. He felt  the cool breeze against his face. He stared at the dark trees  thousands of feet below . He could hear them whispering to each other. Theirs was a language lost to man. They spoke in tones too faint for mortals to detect. They were afraid. The night creatures were also afraid.

Something was coming for the Clans.

ENCOUNTER

" Any plans for today?" Lilly asked.


There was no answer. Paul's entire focus was on the noisy Gigantic Smart TV screen. His thumbs vigorously it tapped the control pad repeated as his body swayed from side to side


More violent sounds emanated from the TV making the luxury living sound like a mini battlefield.


Long pause.


Wild colours danced on the screen as gunshots and explosions rang out. Her husband's entire being seemed mesmerised by the carnage of the game he was playing.


"Paul...??"


No response.

KOLLUPIA S02 E08

Sounds of crickets.

Sounds of insects buzzing in the cold night air.

They went silently through the forests just outside PrideLand. The three of them were like shadows within the trees. Micheal marveled at how fast Zikha and Broholo moved. It almost intrigued him. Like ninjas, they ran noiselessly as if their feet barely touched the ground.Micheal could barely keep up. They carried on like this for about five minutes. It seemed the serum gave them Stallion-like Lungs. Through the lens of his night-vision goggles, he saw Zikha signal for them to stop. Ofcourse, she and Brohlo didnt need night-vision goggles to see where they were going.

They crouched low into the underbrush.


Micheal felt the coolness of the leaves against his face as they peered at the road up ahead.

THE THRILL 2

The drive to the airport was long and uneventful. We were silent through the journey, and my mind fleeted between wondering what he was thinking about, and when would be the best time to inform him that I have never gotten on an airplane. I was woken up by a soft shove, I didn’t even know I had dozed off.

When it was time for takeoff, I squeezed her hands so hard, he let out a loud yelp dragging the attention of people around us, but I didn’t let go. That was the second time we had bodily contact. The first time being during the payment of my bride price, when I had to give him wine from a cup. Our fingers had brushed.

THE THRILL 1

I locked the door of the goat shed, not like it was worth locking. The wood was old and mold of different shades grew from it. One kick and the door would give way. But no one would dare. No one would dare steal Ibi-orubo’s goats. I swatted a mosquito, satisfied to see the blood on my leg. Glad I killed the pesky thing. How dare it perch on me, to drink its fill? Blood is hard to come by, and I certainly have none to spare. If anything, I need some blood myself.

DEAR JOHN

Dear John
Your gate man say you no dey house, but  I dey see ur motor inside compound. I know say e don reach two years wey we see and I know say you you fit still dey vex  for me.
Last wednesday, I see your pic for Facebook. Ma mind cum cut, becuz I know say wetin I do u, no good

KOLLUPIA S02 E07

Zikha  felt the needle pierce her skin. Like always, what followed was the warm rush of the serum as it oozed into her bloodstream. To her, the sensation was slightly erotic, like being caressed from the inside. She closed her eyes and let the feeling engulf her. Sex didn't even come close to the buzz she got from this. She loved it. She listened to the busy sounds of the lab as the doctors buzzed about amidst the sounds of  the lab machines droning away.



"This is better than fucking!!"  Brohlo howled.

KOLLUPIA S02 E06

2204 HOURS...Kollupia.




The soldier's grip was solid steel. Lucius was roughly yanked away from the door. He had felt a momentary surge of excitement when he saw his father. He'd wanted to dash into the room and wrap his arms around him. Why didn't they allow him into the room? Why was  dad tied up? Where was Mum? What did they want from them? His excitement was  replaced with rage. He wanted to hurt them, he especially wanted to hurt the one they called Sokha.

Dad was here , which meant Mum was too. He had to think of a way to save them. It was up to him to save them.

"Move your ass!!" the Soldier barked.

WE ARE BACK!!

I know its been awhile guys. I know I know I know. I guess the " We've been really busy at work"- excuse is kinda over done, but that's just the truth. Between work and business, we kinda have our hands full.