The time is 11:30 p.m. and Mr Todd can’t stop laughing, “Bena you are extremely hilarious, you know?” he says. And Abena tilts her head to the left; “Nahhh, I’m just a funny girl. Hilarious; heh I can’t even tell a joke to save my life.” She replies and takes another sip. “End of enjoyment.” she announces as she empties the bottle. Todd smirks “Do we open another one?” he asks. “No please, no. If we do that, I’ll be drunk.” she pleads and he smiles. Pulling out a cooler from under the table he informs her “Na the plan o. Like my Lagos pidgin?” he asks. She’s thrilled “Ha-ha-ha I love it.” He opens the bottle of wine and helps himself to some. “So; how did it end? Your brawl with Olivia…” asks Mr Todd. Abena shakes her head and sips more wine, “well she wouldn’t give up so she decided to harrass me in the toilet. I smacked her hard on both cheeks, and she fell. More like blacked out. And so I, ehmm; I tied her up and locked her in one of the toilet stalls.” she confesses and clears her throat. She drinks some more wine and his jaw drops. Feisty, he likes her even more now. She throws her eyes around and tried to suppress her rising smile.

It’s almost midnight but Cynthia’s fiancee has refused to leave WESS Bank premises. “Have they tried to hold him down?” Olivia asks, she peeks through the window. Cynthia doesn’t even hear her. She’s on the phone; “Mommy it’s not trueeee please.” she pleads, but her mother yells “If you don’t shut up! I know you Cynthia, it’s true. Just come home straight o! I don’t want to loose a child to love, a-beg you. That your young man is a mad one”. Olivia scoffs, she can overhear Cynthia’s mom “he’s really mad. You should take her.” she says to Joe. “Leave your car here for some time Cynthia. And figure out something.” Papa Ben knocks on the door, it’s open, he pushes it wider. “Madam, the young man don left.” He speaks with his head bent. Olivia laughs “Papa Ben what did you drop on the floor? hahahahaha; Cynthia, at least someone is shy on your behalf. Mmtcheeeew harlot” Olivia laughs and Cynthia rolls her eyes at her. “Watch it.” Joe says. She scoffs and runs to the window to check. Instantly, Umar drives off ,on top speed. Dangerous…

Todd clears his throat “You still haven’t told me what really happened with the account?” He asks. A tipsy Abena tries to respond; “Olivia happened. She got greedy and tried to double cross me. The client saw her moves and couldn’t trust us anymore. He changed his mind at the last minute. Please; from now on, can I choose my team?” she asks. Todd takes a deep breath and looks deep in her eyes, “I’ll sleep over it and let you know tomorrow, when we wake up.” He stands “I like to sleep on the right side of the bed. Hope you don’t mind?” He continues. She shock. Highness clear, once. “I don’t understand Sir” she says. Mr. Todd tries not to smile, “Sir? again? Come on, It’s a 1 bedroom cabin Bena. And there’s no couch. Had them all removed.” He replies and turns his back to walk off. “I’ll sleep on the floor.” she announces. “Goodluck” he responds and turns to look at her “95% of the ground is water, so be my guest. There’s 1 blanket and we need to share. Or, you can sleep out here. High up the hills. I’m sure you love heights. I’ll leave the door open.” He winks and his voice echoes as he walks off, slowly. If eyes could kill; Abena eyes go don shoot this man, empty better 9mm for him body… She gulps the rest of the wine in her glass and pours some more from the fresh bottle. This kind wahala, na wa…


Cynthia bends to clear the coffee cups by the couch and Joe watches her. Coffee and whiskey is always a great mix. “Should I close the drapes?” she asks. “Nah. I still want the view. Come. I know something else you can do.” he winks and she smiles, in lust… Meanwhile, Olivia kicks the toilet door with more vim downstairs; a cry for help. Moments later; Papa Ben opens the door. He’s shocked to find Olivia like this. A silver duct tape over her mouth, black and white cable wires tie her hands and legs. “Jesus! Mah-dam Olive!” exclaims the janitor, “47 years in bank work; I nova see this before.” She rolls her eyes and the old man gets busy. Quick; he yanks off the duct tape. “Arrrhhhhghh!” she yells. She stretches her face muscles “Easy now. I’ve been in here for 3 hours! No one noticed I was gone?!” Olivia asks, bitter. “Time is 9:50 p.m., Madam. Everybody is left for their homes.” He responds as he unties her gently. “Well, almost everybody.” He says…

A 5-months old affair is threatened as Olivia marches to the bank M.D’s office. She has never been so roughly handled in her life. Her anger right now; can pound foo-foo for 50 people, with one hand. The door is locked. She knocks, no response. She tries 3 more times, nothing. “I can see your lights on Joe! Why didn’t you stop her?”. She tries to open the door a few times. Still, nothing. And she stops. Exasperated, she heads to her office, 2 doors to the right, walks in and bangs the door. She can still feel the Ashanti girl’s hand on both cheeks and her sides. She pulls ice from her fridge and wraps it with a napkin for self-medication “She slaps like a man kraaa. Eeeiii, Haba” she laments in pain, almost close to tears. Abena gave her the beating of her life and messed her up mercilessly.

Cynthia is not sure if she should continue. “Continue; She’s not coming back, don’t worry” He encourages and like a pornhub pro; Mr. Joe lifts himself and his part-time side-chic turned Executive Assistant, off the chair and onto his table. She knocks down his wife’s photo frame and Cynthia laughs “My ass is on the contract papers babe” she says. But the passion is in gear 5; steady deep thrusts, Cynthia wan mad. She moans loudly. Her fingers dig into his soft back, and he smiles. He never even start. Swiftly; he moves her over to the couch to finish work. Cynthia cannot help herself, “Do you want to kill me? I’m trying not to scream…” she pleads. Unfortunately for her Oga has had a long day, plus some whiskey, body gotta ease tension. He no dey even hear her sef. His mind is far away but his body is very very much in the present. What they don’t know; however, is that their performance is on full display. There are some things you don’t do in glass offices… Especially transparent ones.

Umar cannot understand this traffic; “why did I pass this road sef. Make I turn” he says to himself and finds a way to turn illegally. Cars honk and he mutters “make una no vex abeg. Man taya” he speeds off on the opposite side of the road and turns left onto Wess Bank street. There’s a little traffic but “Thank God. At least this one dey move” he says and dials Cynthia’s number, it rings, no response. “She must be sleeping” he says, remembering she told him she was home an hour ago. He’s alone in the car. He turns the music up unaware that he’s about to chop classic breakfast. Approaching the bank; he sees a small crowd of onlookers. Some are with their phones, recording something and smiling, others chatter. They seem to be watching something happening at the bank, he panics and parks the car to check. “Abi na fire Dey start?” The good looking young man says to himself as he joins the crowd on the other side of the road. On arrival; He sees the side profile of the love of his life, receiving some better doggy from the 2nd floor window. Dem face wall. Eyes closed, passion and pleasure very open and highhhhh. The madman in Umar comes alive. He searches the grounds frantically and finds perfect stones. With full traffic on the street now, thanks to his fiancé and her boss; he moves back and aims perfectly. With long shots the stone hits the target beautifully. Kprasss! He does it 4 more times until small glass scatter. Papa Ben rushes outside; the security men look helpless, they stop him and the party stops for the lovebirds upstairs.

Cynthia buries her head deep into couch; Oga Joe rushes to shut the drapes, hard as a rock. Umar screams at the tops of his voice “You must open this gate! Cynthia!!! I will kill you walahi! Oga leave me o!” Things fall apart on Wess Bank street but the traffic eases off slowly. Party don end, everywhere don spoil. This kind night sef, it’s wa o (it’s wonderful o)…

I’m Backkkkk ❤️🤗


Abena knew it. Getting on this chopper with Mr Todd; her new American Boss, is suicide. Now they’re both up on a hill. Out in the middle of nowhere. Having wine and steak, with no one else around. What kind of trouble is this? It’s supposed to be a work trip. She tries to smile but her unbelievable fear of heights fight her on the inside. “This has to be done.” she tells herself. It’s either this or her career. Years of hard work, perseverance and sacrifice won’t be thrown out of the window just because Olivia has a quick mouth dipped in the pool of vengeance.

Todd smiles at her bravery. He can see her heartbeats rising from all the way across the table. But it’s either this or her job. And he’s always liked her. He’s never seen a woman with such beautiful curves in all his life. “You black women are something man…” he mutters. She can see him doing it again. Giving her the ‘I wan chop you’ look. This time she’ll have to endure it.

Even if this is the worst idea, Abena Mensah is prepared to make things right. No matter what it takes. She coughs and manages a smile back. “The night is about to begin Mr. Todd.” She says, “Hey; Be-Na, just call me Todd. Okay?” He says, smiling. She smiles and takes a deep breath… “Its gonna be a long night.” he says. She rubs her sweaty palms together anxiously; it’ll be a long night indeed… 😌

Nana #7 EARTH (PART 2)

Junior knows he’s not likely to meet up but abeg, he has to try. His thoughts wander; no wonder Kwame left. Who go stay? He checks the time and his spirit jumps. The studio doors will be shut in the next 5 minutes and he just dey climb 3rd mainland bridge now-now. This life no just balance sha…

Aunty Joy explodes as usual, unsure of what to expect. “I no blame una. It’s not your fault.” She looks upon the skies and raises her hands to plead, “Ah God! Baba God. Abeg for my next life I no wan come as 1st born. These children don’t appreciate me!!” Beside her, different people exit V-Hospital wearing different looks, but, they all observe her, walk past and do nothing. The side comments wonder if all is well with her, as dem no see pesin wey she dey para for. She sees the stares and as usual she doesn’t care. Time don dey talk 9.40pm. Small small, outside don dey clear. “Since morning! I leave everything wey I get to do, come siddon here. The mama, na only me get am? Ehn, tell me! I no fit blame you. No be your fault. Criminal!”

The lights finally start to go out in V-Hospital’s accounts Department. Oga OJ decides to hang the days problem on tomorrow’s challenge list and call it a day. He’s always the last to sign out of the office. He shuts the door and bumps into a grumbling hospital staff right outside; “Ah, imagine leaving the hospital at 9.55pm, almost 10. Na wa o” the staff laments to herself, “Oga OJ, please can I join you to Long bridge?” She asks. He nods in agreement without turning his head. Some day, he would be free from this work. But until then, work he must. Outside the building, they encounter the shouting Aunty Joy still yelling, “Husband wey suppose transfer money since morning sef, that one I never see alert till now. Who I offend? God.” She places both hands on her head at this point. Oga OJ looks at her, she notices and switches, “Oga look where you dey go abeg. No dey look me.” He obeys and she sets down to sit by the road. E don dey taya her. She finds somewhere to sit.

Meanwhile, Nurse Vicky strides out of the hospital entrance on a solo p. Both hands in her pocket, she wears a straight face and walks past every action briskly. She walks up to the Range and knocks by the window. Oreva checks her out briefly and unlocks the car. She gets in and says the following softly “please drive into the next street. The cathedral street.” Nana avoids looking at her. Oreva backs out of the car park gently.

In about 7 minutes, Junior approaches Dolphin estate. Bright torchlights slow him down. “On your Inner light!!!” Yells a male voice, he obeys and sees 3 policemen. The other one shouts “Park!” And worry strikes. Junior thinks to himself, PARK or DRIVE OFF?! time dey go, what’s it gonna be?

NANA #6 – Earth

Junior’s mouth is semi-wide open. He doesn’t understand how he’s caused any of this. “Meeeeeeee?” Hands in the air. “But I am willing to fuel the car now, Aunty. This taxi thing was your idea so why are you now saying ? In fact…” He goes quiet and looks away. “No o, continue. Continue talking to me anyhow, why you close mouth?” She rolls her eyes at him, “Continue to dey insult meee. I send una? Anything that comes from Nana, I don’t want to be a part of it. She cannot buy me over with her shameful wealth…”. Fed up, the young man starts off in the opposite direction, straight into the heart of V-Hospital’s car park. “Junior come back here!”. He ignores her. Few seconds later, he gets in the car, jabs the key into the ignition and drives off without a glance.

Oreva laughs out loud. Nana manages a smile. They watch Aunty Joy from the car. She can’t believe what just happened. “Na wetin fit am” says Oreva. Nana mutters gently “She go dey alright.” Her phone rings, caller ID -Doc Kay. She picks up the call and says nothing. “My angel, are you guys still outside?” Doctor Kay asks. “Hmmm, we are o. The eagle has refused to take off.” Nana responds. “Ahn ahn, since that time?” He asks again, surprised. Nana laughs a little, “yes o. Since that time o.” She says. He pauses for like 4 seconds and speaks “Umm, okay I’ll send someone to you now, a nurse. She’ll bring you in through our secret entrance okay…” goes the good Doctor. Nana tilts her head from right to left. She’s not sure how she feels about seeing a stranger. What if the nurse has seen her tape and recognises her? But a sensitive man always knows his woman “Don’t worry, I’m glad you’re even able to laugh. Relax babygirl. Okay?” He says. “Okay. I’ll try.” She replies and ends the call. “He’s sending a nurse to take us in.” Says Nana to Oreva. Oreva nods in response to the yarn and drops a smile. “Relax.” She says. “I don hear.” Nana replies. She increases the radio volume

If only he had activated his stubbornness sooner with Aunty Joy, he wouldn’t have missed out on the once-in-a-lifetime golden opportunity. Imagine, a lucky win studio session with Wizkid. It took Nana nearly 7 months to get him that deal. Plus the numerous sleepless nights he traded, preparing. Family problem sef na wa! His phone beeps, it’s Amara texting to wish him “Goodluck”. He throws his eyes back to the road and they remain there. He’s going to try, he can’t just give up like this. “After all, no be my fault” He thinks to himself and drives through the streets of Lagos on top speed. He says a silent prayer…


Echoes of a YouTube video envelopes the white tinted Range Rover. The soundtrack is deep, solemn and strong. But, not strong enough to distract Oreva’s keen watch. “Fluid and sublime; like it or not, water, brings more life to your life. La la la la la…” Nana’s eyes well up behind her Ray-ban shades, she allows the tears drop freely onto the passenger seat. Oreva sits sharp behind the wheel wearing a big hoodiee. So big it covers half of her face. They wait patiently in the car park for Aunty Joy and Junior to leave. Nana no get power for fight. Not today.

Oga OJ is shook. He doesn’t seem to understand the complications displayed on his computer screen. Exasperated, he laments, “Ahn ahn, wetin dey happen for this patient na? Which people go pay this kind money twice under one name?” Confused, he plonks his head onto his desk, gently. Sisi Josephine punches away at her keyboard with full concentration. Her eyes appear glued to her computer screen. Her lips; move to the rhythm of the chewing gum in her mouth, sophisticatedly. Comfortably busy; the melanin beauty fills up her xcel balance sheet with extra care, throws one unbothered glance at her colleague, and asks without looking “Oga OJ, what’s your issue?” Her eyes and hands stay busy, only her ears remain with him and the 4 white walls of V-Hospital’s accounts Department...

“Aunty!” Junior whispers aloud in a bid to wake Aunty Joy up from her supposed power nap. “Hmmmm, Hmmmm, na wetin?” She asks from her sleep. Junior responds “The doctor wan follow you talk Sista” Slowly; barely opening her eyes, She sits back up gently and then widens her eyes. The good Doctor Kay stands in front of her, with a weird smile. “Madam, let’s step in to my office please.” She rises slowly yet majestically, picks up her hand bag and strolls into the hallway. Doctor leads the way, bopping his head as he goes in response to different people and the many many “Hello Doctor.” and “Good day Doctor” flying about. She follows him behind closely.

3 hours later; the girls still sit in the car watching her from a distance, embarrassing herself and poor Junior in a verbal fight with an equally crazy taxi driver right in front of the hospital gate. That’s the 4th driver in 30 minutes.

Birthday 2020

25th June

Beneath the full moon,

I write.

Of a year so weird,

Where normal becomes different,

I write.

This year na wa o,

But achievements still dey follow the lockdown

No go dull…


I refuse to stay back.

I’m facing all my fears, ma fo.

So; Happy birthday to me-


Ocha ka o maka,

Nwanyi eji e je mba.

Ada na eri obi anu;

Ochala ugo,

Oriaku, aku na uba.

Obiageli nwa!

Oyoyo baby girl,

Sweet something…

Happy birthday to a growing Mino.


Happy birthday beautiful Princess Nnennaya Obioma Obiageli Ibeh; from my Chi to me. I love me so much for fighting strong and choosing me. Keep winning, keep pushing forward. NOTHING STOPS THE EMPRESS… I love you praaaaaaaa!!! (This is a poem to my self. I wrote this on my birthday but I was too shy to post it. Just imagine? Lol. Anyway, in the spirit of facing my fears, I’m publishing this for me and sharing to every one who truly loves themselves spirit, soul and body. The message is simple, DON’T WORRY, BUT NEVER GIVE UP 😆😇😎 Keep your spirit joyful and positive at all times. Oga di mma❤)




It’s my birthday weekend; let’s continue our story


Once Daddy returns home, control returns. It won’t be a taboo to stroll out at 5:30 p.m. when he’s in the living room; but, be ready to explain why you chose to wait till 5:30 in the evening or where you even wan dey waka go by that kind time. Nana’s dad is the real Chiefo but her mum has always been liberal with her children. Nana’s twin sister, Imeh has lived with their dadad since after the divorce; and still makes a living from fraud. But, daddy is no easy walkover…

Ese’s lust is second to none. The white duvet shows off his petite beer gut. ICE sits pretty on his neck with a huge anchor pendant dropping against his hairy chest; his eyes are fixed on Imeh. “Girls dey wear make-up comot for morning, you dey clean your own. I don’t get you sometimes babe…” He says. Imeh laughs, busy in front of the large dressing mirror. Her back and hips face Ese. “Ah, Oga lover!” Her soft voice swins through the room. “Is it in my bag?” Ese gives her a wink that says yes; she smiles. “All of it?” She likes to double check. “Yup” He responds. He won’t take his eyes off her. She blows him a kiss and sets to work on him some more… “My Magician. You have a special place in my heart baby boy” a natural, she stands and grabs her full breasts subtly covered in her lacy red lingerie. His jaw drops in awe of her beauty when his phone rings. It’s his wahala wife again…

Aunty Joy yells on the other end of the phone; “I never see the money o!” He smiles, ” Haba Joy, You no trust your husband again?” She replies with a short hiss; “Mttchew, na you know. If na one of those your useless girlfriends now, you go don send am o” He cuts in, trying to avoid a fight, him food dey cold. “Don’t worry I’ll send it now.” He hangs up and makes another call immediately… “Junior, yes-hello. Abeg, furnish me with the hospital account details from the front desk and don’t tell your aunty anything. You hear me? Fast fast please abeg.” Junior stutters “okay Sir”. Few minutes later, Ese receives a text message and opens his bank app to do the needful. He rounds off the transfer and switches his phone to airplane mode immediately.

His right lower lip curves into a smile to reveal the playboy in him. He teases her, “My Sweet something…” and she flashes an irresistible smile. She sways over to him. Each stride flatters her curves and extremely hot body. She stops in front of him and he places both hands on her lower back to bring her closer. He buries his head in her breasts and inhales deeply. She rubs his head gently, throws her head back and giggles some more…

He proceeds to plant soft kisses all over her body and soft moans escape her lips. With his left hand, he gives her butt cheeks a squeeze while his right hand does some mild rough handling. Skillfully, he flips her over to the bed and his lips embark on a trip down south. She giggles some more. “Ohhhh.. Baby stooppppp… I can’t call in sick twice…” She no even get power to push am comot. What to do? Ese replies with a fake french accent “Sorry no speak no English”. His hands find their way to her very full breasts; E don finish. Na flat tyre go take the blame again be dat. That’ll be the 10th time in 2 months… Her phone begins to vibrate and they both ignore it. Caller ID – General Smith!


Oreva leans against the wardrobe quietly; she watches Nana break down in uncontrollable tears. Nana mutters gently, “this is a dream…” She says. She never imagined her life would ever fall apart with her so unable to save herself. The water don come over-pass gari like this so. Oreva watches her friend helplessly. Tears roll down her cheeks because of her friends’ suffering; she’s angry. “There has to be something we can do to get the video off the Internet; someone we could speak to?” Oreva says and Nana manages a scoff. “A hacker?” Nana responds. She sniffs and stares out into the wall, her tears would not stop…

“Doctor, how is my mother?!” Aunty Joy harasses Doctor Kay on his way out of the theatre for the 10,000th time in 4 hours. The good doctor heaves a patient sigh, “Ms Joy, relax please. We have our best doctors in there with her; your mother is in safe hands. She’ll be alright.” He manages a cheerful smile as Aunty Joy pulls off her scarf; “So when can I see her?” She asks tying the scarf around her waist, the good doctor smells trouble brewing and responds “Soon madam” he tries to walk off and she blocks him. Aunty Joy explodes “Doctor biko when can I see my mother?! Soon, soon, soon that is all you people have been telling us. If something don do my mama, make una talk abeg make pesin know wetin e dey do!” She vibrates. The doctor smiles to placate her. “Madam” she stops him “I am a comedian now, it’s funny?” She rolls her eyes. “Oga Sir, give me answers please. I didn’t come here to entertain you!” She yells.

Doctor Kay tries to calm her down, “Madam, your mother is going to be fine. Nothing will happen to her. Calm down please”. Aunty Joy stays adamant  “so how come you people have not billed us yet? Ehn?! Nobody don reason us money since we siddon here…” Doctor Kay’s shoulders drop as he explains “that’s because your mother is already covered.” The information throws her off “Covered how?” She asks. “Ms Nana had that covered already madam, so not to worry.” He replies. Aunty Joy frowns, she goes sour, all her face spoil scatter. “The thwart! Please tell her we don’t need her money.” Doctor Kay shrugs, his impatience rises “Well, the charge for her ward is N350,000 per day and she’s to be here for about a week or more plus the…” She cuts in “Ah doctor! That’s too expensive now” She protests. “Well, you don’t have to worry” he continues, “The medical bills have already been paid for. Now madam please if you’ll excuse me.” He strides off with a straight face.

Shamelessly, she saunters back to her place on the long chair, grumbling, completely oblivious of everyone around her “Little witch!” Says Aunty Joy “She’s the reason we’re all here in the 1st place.” She sits and Junior tries to talk to her, “Aunty, please relax. People are looking at you.” He pleads and she flares up; “You better shut up that your musician mouth there, idiot!” Aunty Joy transfers all of the aggression to him. “You that I still don’t know where they brought you from; Ewu!” She vibrates, unbothered. “People are looking at me,! is it your eyes they’re using to look?! Ehn Prof!?” He looks away and she rolls her eyes… “Anybody wey like make e look me, I no kuku get shame! When dem look me finish, if eye pain dem, dem go comot their yeye eyes…!” She openly fires at everyone around; immediately, they look away. Her phone rings, she grabs it; its her husband calling. Quickly, she picks up call and rushes out of the hospital with some fake-crying “Darling help me o! My husband help me! Send money please, my mother is dying…” Nurse Tina cannot help it, she places her hand on her chest, shocked at Aunty Joy’s display “Na wa for this kind woman…” says Nurse Tina to herself.