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I killed a snake today and honestly feel bad about it. I shouldn’t have killed it.
It didn’t bite me or chase me. I was about to pee outside when I noticed it close to my feet. Fear took over, and I killed it.
Looking back, I feel like I should’ve just walked away and let it live.
SISI SHALEWA PART 8: THE LETTER
Akin woke up to an empty bed. Sisi was already dressed. She picked up her handbag.
“Where are you going?”
She adjusted her scarf without looking at him.
“To make Baba’s first mistake.”
Akin frowned.
“You’re going to see him?”
“Yes.”
“You’re playing a dangerous game.”
“No.”
She smiled.
“I’ve been playing it for twenty-seven years.”
Before Akin could respond, she was gone.
An hour later, Tobi arrived. He didn’t sit.
His face was tense.
“Governor…”
“I think someone is following me.”
Akin looked up.
“Since when?”
“Since yesterday.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’ve changed routes three times. The same car keeps appearing.”
“Olukoya?”
“I don’t know.”
Akin didn’t answer.
He remembered the warning.
Remove Tobi from the case.
The front door opened. Sisi walked in.
She looked at Tobi.
“You noticed them.”
Tobi frowned.
“You knew?”
“I expected you would.”
“How?”
She ignored the question.
“Did they try to stop you?”
“No.”
“Threaten you?”
“No.”
“Touch you?”
“No.”
She nodded slowly.
“Good.”
Tobi stared at her.
“Good?”
“If Baba wanted you frightened…”
“…you’d be frightened.”
“If he wanted you dead…”
“…you wouldn’t be standing here.”
Silence.
Akin felt a chill.
“You sound like you know him better than anyone.”
Sisi looked at him.
“I do.”
Tobi stepped forward.
“Then tell us something.”
“For the last four days I’ve chased documents that disappeared…”
“…I’ve followed people who somehow knew I was coming…”
“…and now I’m being watched.”
He took a deep breath.
“What am I missing?”
Sisi walked to the bookshelf.
She reached behind a row of old books and brought out a brown envelope.
She placed it on the table.
Tobi looked at it.
“A letter?”
“Yes.”
“What’s in it?”
“The reason Baba is afraid.”
Akin looked at her in disbelief.
“You’ve had that all this time?”
“Yes.”
“And you never used it?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because twenty-seven years ago…”
“…I wasn’t ready.”
Tobi reached for the envelope.
Sisi placed her hand on it.
“Not yet.”
“Why?”
“Because the letter isn’t the weapon.”
The room fell silent. Akin looked at her.
“Then what is?”
Sisi smiled.
“You are.”
“Tobi?”
She nodded.
“I don’t understand.”
“You’re not supposed to.”
“Not yet.”
She picked up the envelope and slipped it back into her handbag.
Akin’s voice was barely above a whisper.
“You knew he would become my lawyer.”
Sisi met his eyes.
“Yes.”
“You arranged it?”
“I made one phone call.”
“One?”
“One.”
“And the four SANs who turned my case down?”
“They were never going to take it.”
Akin stared at her.
“You knew that too?”
“I needed only one lawyer.”
“Why him?”
Sisi looked at Tobi.
For a long moment, she said nothing.
Then she smiled.
“Because there was only one lawyer in Nigeria…”
“…Baba could never truly defeat.”
Tobi laughed uneasily.
“I think both of you are giving me too much credit.”
Sisi’s smile never faded.
“No.”
“You’re giving yourself too little.”
She walked toward the door. Akin stopped her.
“One last question.”
She turned.
“Who are you to Chief Bamidele Olukoya?”
For the first time…
The smile disappeared.
When she finally answered, her voice was calm.
“The only person…”
“…he has spent twenty-seven years hoping would never come back.”
She walked away. Neither man followed.
Neither man spoke.
For the first time since his impeachment…
Akin stopped wondering what his wife was hiding.
He started wondering…
what Baba had done to her twenty-seven years ago.
THE NAIJA HIGHSCHOOL PART 1
HI, I’m Great, I have been in private schools all my life, everybody knows me as the calm, easygoing guy, well I’ve always been quiet, just on my own, talking to nobody, just my books and back home but I long for more….
She defended a homeless old man after an executive shoved him, even though it cost her the job she desperately needed. Minutes later, the billionaire CEO rushed in and called the beggar “Papa.” Neither realized they had been secretly married for 11 months under different names………..
🗣️ Still dreaming about that night in Asaba with Chioma, Started with those soft “ah ah” moans.
the ones she uses when she’s performing.
Then everything changed. That sudden, unmistakable shift.
The real release. Body took over completely, shaking, locking, pure messy truth.
No acting. No timed breathing. Just raw, honest reaction. I stayed with her and it happened again and again.
Legs trembling, body vibrating like she's been tranquilized, with her endless pleasure filled soft feminine voice and local accent whispering “Oga how you always know”
Once you’ve felt the real thing, the difference is impossible to miss.
The body never lies. In conclusion, a real man can tell when a woman is faking an orgasm, a real man never experiences a woman faking an orgasm 💯