TALES FROM THE CITIES.

Belinda read the lengthy text message from Rachel and hissed. Blocking Rachel’s number on Whatsapp was not hard to do, before she extended the block to every mutual friend they shared. The only persons she didn’t block were her parents, even though her father had reservations about going to the city, her own friends and Samson, her fiancé. The Pebble’s mansion was huge, only being filled with the sounds of children in the holiday season. Apart from that, the home was occupied by Sir Pebble, his wife and the last of their two children, Chris Pebble; once a month his elder brother and first child of the wealthy couple, Marius Pebble, a married father of three would come into town for the monthly business meeting at the Headquarters of his father’s firm. It was into this context that Belinda resumed her duties as one of the many stay-in staff, at the mansion. But that was a year ago. One Year Later. Enter the Patriarch – Chief Pebble ‘Belinda, come here, what are you doing...

 Hello there.  I want to thank you all for your viewership and readership. So from time to time, I will post some of my thoughts here.   So here I go. Q&A 1. Why are all my women, voluptuously voluptuous?   Answer:  Most of my stories will be set in the African context, and while there are slim women, the body type that appeals to most men in my opinion , is the thick body type. 2. Where do I get these stories from? Answer:  An active imagination. LOL. 3. Do all your women always get pregnant? Answer:  Mehn women mostly have their periods tops 5 days, then 2 days they are "safe", the remaining days are... 4. No white women in your stories? Answer: Cumming soon. 5. Where do you get these pictures from? Answer: All pictures are online and therefore are in the public space.  6. Is there a universe where all your characters, interact? Answer: Yes. Las Gidi and Creektown, amongst others are in the same Universe. 7. Do you get hard, writing the...

  WETIN CONCERN ME. “My dear, if you don’t have anything positive to say, please don’t post. This #EndSARS might not affect us directly but we should support it…” The message read. Emily began typing a long message in response to her younger sisters Facebook DM and she was going to post it in public, a public response to a private DM sent by her younger sister. The woman was furiously typing when she noticed that the car was coming to a slow halt. Emily saved the lengthy epistle, for later, instead sending “wetin concern me” as a response to the private DM. For now she wanted to know why the Taxify driver had slowed down. ‘Checkpoint ma.’ The driver said, getting down from the vehicle to answer questions from the Junior Officer. A man in mufti knocked on the back window of the car. Emily took her eyes off of her long epistle justifying her indifference to the protests. ‘Madam, please come down and open the boot of the car.’ The tall bulky man in mufti said, his ...