The Stories I Tell...

  "You won't believe what I saw this afternoon!" Bolanle said. "What did you see this time?" I replied. I could already see the signs of impending gossip which was indicated in her dramatic exclamation. Bolanle was one of the interns under my supervision at the pharmacy. Interns usually were not so bold to chat with the department head, but Bolanle was my bestie's younger sister and the time she used to spend hanging out with us had imbued her with familiarity even the workplace couldn't cure.  “I was helping Dr Andrews fill out a prescription for Jason Fashola.” “Who is that?” I wondered aloud. “That fine boy I told you about. The one that sings in the choir. But that's not the gist sef. It's what the prescription was for.” I wondered again to myself who this Jason was. Bola was always having a weekly crush on someone and it was difficult to keep track of them all.  “What was it for?” I asked with no interest whatsoever. I wanted her to get back...

               This is the second part of a series. For the first part CLICK HERE. Thus it began officially. He got a job in the same town Esosa lived in with her parents. Esosa also got a job. Between their busy schedules, every single free moment they got was spent together. It became one of the inside jokes of their group. If you couldn't reach him, you called Esosa. The reverse was also the case. He became more enamoured with her. The thought of her smile made him grin at odd times. He had not yet given her a ring, but he daydreamed about her dressed in a snow-white wedding gown declaring her love for him before an audience. He couldn't imagine being in love with someone else. He loved her to the point he sometimes felt inadequate. Like a destitute supplicant offering one naira at his God's temple, he feared he would never love her in the way she needed to be love. Whenever he told her this, she would always reassure him that he was enough for...

  He had imagined this moment a million times already. But the song was wrong. In his imagination, the song Beautiful in White by Shane Filan played over and over as she walked down the aisle. So as long as I live, I'll love you, Will have and hold you. You look so beautiful in white. And from now till my very last breath, This day I'll cherish. You look so beautiful in white…tonight. The song wasn't the only thing in his imagination that didn't match reality. The reason for her smile that had always dazzled him had nothing to do with him this time. Now, that gap-toothed smile bordered by two perfect dimples were focused on the groom. The man that wasn't him. The entire reception hall had stood up as the new couple slowly made their way to the dais set up at the opposite side. Tears of joy were being shed by some including those who shared the same table with him. Their friends. Her friends, he corrected himself. Before the couple arrived, they had all been talkin...

Once upon a time, in a land far far away, there lived a boy. Or a man. Maybe a boy-man. Whatever you choose. The point is this person had just finished his university education and now had a mid-level income job at a start-up company. Like most people alive, he had a name. His name was Adam.      Adam was a reserved young boy, man, man-boy, whatever you chose. He was the only son of his parents who had had ten daughters before having him. This remarkable fact was probably the reason why he had many close female friends.  His affinity and empathy for females had been detected at each stage of his life: from his formative years through his year at the university and now at his workplace. Girls, women, females in general gravitated towards him, confided in him, even those in relationships asked him for advice. While all this might sound good and well,  the general public's opinion on Adam's friendship with numerous females could be neatly divided into two. Adam w...

Her name was Sharon and she was the prettiest girl I had ever seen. She had this type of beauty I hadn't seen before. The sensual sort. I think she knew this too. After all, why else would she wear her pristine, well-fitted white uniform with the top unbuttoned? She had white, well-formed teeth that shone like diamonds whenever she parted her lips for a smile. She also had dimples. Just because. That, combined with her light skin and her oval-shaped face unblemished by pimples made her perfect. She was a new student in my school and fortunately, she was in science class. I say fortunately because I was also in science class. That meant I had better chances of being more than a classmate. That was a daydream though. Some boys in the class already looked like men, so naturally, if she wanted to pick a 'friend' it wouldn't be me. I was only small fish. Did we become friends? I can't remember but I don't think so. We became friendly anyway. This was mostly du...

He froze as she leaned over him. Nights of visits to certain pages of rumoured beautiful ladies gave him a fair idea of what "beautiful" looked like; this woman before him, she was beyond beautiful. While his eyes had yet to be done with its fascination of this beauty before him, his nose caught a whiff of her scent. He noted earlier that She smelled nice already, but this was different, this was the smell of woman; a perfect woman. The scent of her drove all other thoughts from his mind, all that was left was her, not even his own self, for in his mind he was but, the air surrounding her.  While he was still lost in thought, she leaned ever closer to him, so close, he proposed this must be what the first lovers proposed as "kissing distance ". He wondered what would happen if he tilted his head upwards to initiate kissing her lips. He observed her lips, they were luscious, full and very tempting almost to a point of hunger; the red lipstick carefully and styli...

This is a story that you have probably heard before. Even though I wouldn’t wish it on you, it is very possible that you've featured in a story like this. For now, though, this is Bayo's story. Bayo had just entered that period called puberty about two years ago. Looking at him though, you wouldn't have known. He did not grow facial hair neither did he grow body hair neither did his voice upgrade to a deeper version. One thing was for sure; he had definitely started seeing girls in a new light. A rosy coloured light. There was this one girl in particular... Bayo saw her at his worship centre. She was dark skinned in colour, cut her hair low and was always dressed simply but elegantly. She and her family had started worshipping at the centre only   a few weeks ago. They always sat on the front seats, close to the podium. What especially called her to his attention was the spectacles she wore. Although he didn't know it yet, Bayo had a thing for girls wearing ...