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WRONG BUT RIGHT?: CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER 8 Tunmise stepped into her room and took it in. This was her part of the house, she thought. She was so attached to this room she had decorated her place in Ibadan similarly. But who could blame her?… Continue Reading →

WRONG BUT RIGHT?: CHAPTER SIX

The manuscript – chapter 2 Shantel stepped down from the plane at Murtala Muhammed International Airport, Lagos and took in her environment. Everything seemed to be exactly as she left it, she couldn’t single out any obvious change. But then… Continue Reading →

WRONG BUT RIGHT?: CHAPTER FIVE

“Good afternoon,” she greeted. “Good afternoon,” he replied, regaining himself. Then she smiled that deadly smile again. He expected her to let him in but when she just kept on regarding him calmly, he realized she was waiting for an… Continue Reading →

WRONG BUT RIGHT?: CHAPTER FOUR

The house stood at the beginning of a cul-de-sac in Omole part of Lagos, sturdy and majestic. The building has succeeded in emanating a contrast of luxury and homeliness. Even though it spelt wealth at first glance, underlying that, it… Continue Reading →

WRONG BUT RIGHT?: CHAPTER THREE

“Hello,” Pamilerin said again when he heard nothing from the other side. “I’m sorry, I’m just shocked. I didn’t expect to get this call.” “Oh”, he said, “It was an interesting read actually, you did a good job. And we… Continue Reading →

WRONG BUT RIGHT?: CHAPTER TWO

This was what she wanted, Sandra reminded herself as she scrubbed the plates in the sink. This was exactly her choice, so she had no place for complaint. Nobody had persuaded her to take this job and her father hadn’t… Continue Reading →

WRONG BUT RIGHT?: CHAPTER ONE

2013 Lagos, Nigeria. Pamilerin swirled in the big chair he occupied at the head of his round mahogany desk. He picked up the manuscript he had previously deserted and studied it again with bewilderment. In his two years as the… Continue Reading →

WRONG BUT RIGHT?: PROLOGUE

Prologue Lagos, Nigeria October 10, 1989 The lady watched the children closely and bid her time. She was not in a hurry; she was more interested in results. She knew enough about how people goofed when they weren’t patient enough…. Continue Reading →

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