The sun is sloping down the evening sky in a haze of yellow, accentuated by red, magenta colored atmospheric clouds that give an entirely settling feeling of the rest in the night to come.As people from all over within the area  look up, there is an inescapable lighting of anticipation bright on their faces as they know what would come next.For it is closing hours and with it, people park up for the night. However, for a different set of persons, it is just the beginning as a black convertible slows down taking a turn around the corner of the estate buildings before picking up speed, a clutter of dirt and pebbles flying up in the aftermath.At the driver seat of the vehicle is Tunrayo, her eyes focused on the tarred almost empty street before her, driving past a few shops and gates before finally slowing down to move into a driveway. Her car, just as the rest of the frame is, is pitch black with dangling plastic red roses from the rearview mirror that jin

"No, you shut up!" Deola explodes. " You are the freak! You are demented. You a-are..." She shakes her head in horror, the only expression visible on it is dread.She longs for words to say as her head moves left to right in total fright, as if she'd seen a ghost. Which should be correct because the one in front of her is not something she would classify far from a ghost. For God's Sake, she is looking at a spirit or ghost- which ever fit- and the experience is enough to send ice cold chills through her spine.With no more words to complete her sentence, Deola turns, her feet racing her away from Tade.She hears a sigh behind her, followed by an inaudible mumbling, but she does not bother a second glance, even if it is to the one who gave her warmth, a minute ago, she does not care.The wind is still cold and biting, almost giving a sensation that if she stayed still, she'd freeze. As she runs, distance coming in between herself and Tayo, she

"You know what? When you're done, get the fuck out of the house." Deola replies coldly as she opens the door to leave.Seeing her leave, Nathaniel sighs heavily, putting his dragon within the confines of his clothings. Slowly, he buttons his shirt but his mind is not with him.Absent minded is Nathaniel as he drops his weight on the bed unable to put a lid on what happened earlier with Deola.And to even think that she'd use the f word on him. Either he had started seeing illusions or Deola was slowly changing.Into someone he could not any more understand.At least, the Deola he knew back then was this docile, innocent girl who always looked to everyone's wellbeing no matter what. Not that he currently refutes it, but the glare and the anger with which she had reacted to him was startling.'Is this because of the Tade guy?'He asks himself mentally.'But she sounded so sure that she never mentioned a Tade.' Nathaniel trie

Sunlight filters from the window, with its curtain parted to the side. Adjacent the window is yet, another window in similar fashion as the day is very hot. This is due to the factor of the new coming season of harmattan in Nigeria, which is a time of hot weather but yet cold and foggy mornings  and afternoons. But to alleviate thew situation, to power holding company is absent in its duties as there is no power in the room. The tablw on which the piece of pressing iron still contains neatly stacked books, an orange, foldable reading lamp, a bottle opener, pens and a stack of paper cards littered on it. Also, there is a white ceramic plate tray which contains hot aromatizing chin-chin from which a hand picks a couple of them, straight into a waiting mouth.It is Deola and she leans against the table, her butt to the rim as her mouth crunches on the chin-chin. She wears a purple s

[MATURE CONTENT R+18]Tunrayo sighs again, watching as Nathaniel wraps his hand around Deola’s waist and her shoulder. She makes to speak but closes her mouth again, the disco light playing a part in slowing her down.For some seconds, she cannot bring herself to just let Deola go but then again, Nathaniel and Deola has as always, had a spark that made people think they were in a relationship even though they weren’t. “I’m sorry, Dee. Nat, lets go… “  She urges as Nathaniel begins to move, Deola becoming surprisingly docile, hanging drunkenly over his shoulder.“No, Tunrayo. You look like a mess yourself. Your hair is dishevelled. You should seat here and maybe… just grab a drink, you know.” Nathaniel repl