The Unraveling Mysteries

First, I felt him constantly staring at me everywhere I went. And then I saw him in brief flashes, eyeballing me as I walked down the streets. He was everywhere- at the supermarket and at the library…

The Teacher with the big Breasts

In my new school, there was this young female teacher whom everybody loved to hate. I bet she was disliked mainly because she was a pretty woman. Tall, skinny, fair-skinned and big-breasted, she was the envy of the rest of the teachers who were mostly females. Perhaps it was the breasts that they hated the most. After all, those were the most visible part of the young teacher. Indeed, it was almost impossible to ignore those breasts; voluptuous as they were. I remember how my mates I fixated on them…

The Houseboys

Several hours after arriving at their new madam’s home, the twins got to explore the place. Mrs Ijioma’s was a three bedroom flat, located on the uppermost part of the building, and the nicest of course. It was the only flat with its own inbuilt kitchen, toilet and bathroom, and this was expected considering that this was the same flat the late Mr Ijioma lived in prior to his death. The woman had forcefully claimed the flat for her own, arguing that since she was her late husband’s first wife,…

How it all Began (Story)

I was young when it all happened; the incidents that changed my life. It was a chilly harmattan night in mid-December 1995 at a place called Igbere, and my mother was in our smoky kitchen cooking dinner with my sister Rose. My twin brother and I were lying side by side on the cold sandy ground beside my father’s old rocking chair, our gazes up in the starry night sky…