MY CAMPUS LIFE – EPISODE THIRTY-EIGHT

By Jessy:    We made love.   Who knew that would happen?   Derek and I… together? I certainly would have laughed if it was said…   That day, I had loved the way he made me feel—the way his…

MY CAMPUS LIFE – EPISODE THIRTY-SEVEN

By Jessy: Tricia’s always been the one that captured my heart, but she couldn’t see it. And I’ve always not been the one who could walk up to a girl and let out my feelings just like that. It was…

MY GOD LIVETH

By Jessy: A new year has come, and there’s still no sign of me taking in—I am Barbara Olamikan, and have been without a child for fifteen years. My husband and I have been hoping so much for one—a child…

MY CAMPUS LIFE – EPISODE THIRTY-SIX

By Jessy: PLEASE GUYS, FOR THE OTHER PART, IS DIARY… NOT DAIRY OR WHATSOEVER.    “She’s such a trollop.”   “My God! What a slut!   “Who knew she could lead the poor guy on?”   Lead the poor guy…

MY CAMPUS LIFE – EPISODE THIRTY-FIVE

By Jessy:   “What did you say?” I staggered backwards, not believing any of it.   “No, you’re lying. I said you’re lying!” I shouted on top of my voice, pointing at her. “How dare you say such a thing?…

MY CAMPUS LIFE – EPISODE THIRTY-FOUR

By Jessy:   I’ve been having this odd feeling ever since. It seemed like something wasn’t right, but I didn’t know what it was.   I picked up my phone from my bag and dialed my mum’s number. Her voice…

MY CAMPUS LIFE – EPISODE THIRTY-TWO

By Jessy:   I’ve been having this odd feeling ever since. It seemed like something wasn’t right, but I didn’t know what it was.   I picked up my phone from my bag and dialed my mum’s number. Her voice…

MY CAMPUS LIFE – EPISODE THIRTY-THREE

By Jessy:   And, with shoulders shrugged > take note ✔.   And so what if you can? ✔   If it’s the last thing I do > There, there 💘💘💘 NOW WE BEGIN‼   Derek came to see Tricia…

MY CAMPUS LIFE – EPISODE THIRTY-TWO

By Jessy: We burst out laughing at her ridiculous villainy entrance.   “What’s funny?” She asked. And with shoulders shrugged, and lips not moving, we ignored her and went back to what we were doing.   “She’s a weird girl,…

A CHRISTMAS STORY

By Marymartin Okoabu: Dauda wiped the perspiration from his face with his white handkerchief and looking at it, he noticed it was gradually turning brown. He angrily threw it away and began the long trek towards the airport. He checked…