• Oblivion (fiction)

    Oblivion 22

    Oblivion 22 Tears filled Mikhail’s eyes as she glanced at Dotun. He lay sprawled on the king size bed; his sleeping form looked so at peace. How was that even possible? The tears made their way down her cheeks in unison. For the umpteenth time, she asked herself what she had just done. With a blureed gaze she watched Dotun as he stirred; he woke up and saw her seated at the foot of the bed. Dotun moved towards her “Baby, that was fun right?” he chuckled as tried to touch her cheek “Don’t touch me!” Mikhail avoided Dotun’s touch. She grabbed her blazer and slipped it on over her…

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    Oblivion 21

    Oblivion 21 “Please don’t tell me that!” Dotun said as he turned to face the wall. Soji had a way of spoiling one’s day. Imagine the guy, telling him about handshakes passing elbows. What was that supposed to mean. Now he won’t let him sleep in peace because of his relationship with Mikhail. “Dotun, you are my best friend. Passionate and zealous…I know how determined you get wen fuelled by passion. But also, I want the best for you, it’s just that atari ajanaku kii se eru omode (the head of an elephant is not the kind of load a child carries” Soji chided “So I am the child now?…

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    Oblivion 20

    Hurray !!! Today marks another Milestone…as we drop the 20th installation of the Oblivion series…all along, I must say, your reading and following has made telling this story worthwhile. Much Love we send your way. Oblivion 20 Mikhail bowed her head a bit lower as she landed her handful of morsel into her mouth, adjacent her was her father, Dr. Olabiyi Martins at the head of the dining table, enjoying the pounded yam and efo riro his girls had placed before him. He liked to call of them including her mother, his girls. The years were not lost on Kofo, who sat at his right hand. Anyone who glanced at…

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    Oblivion 19

    Oblivion 19 Mikhail brushed her teeth and washed her face absent mindedly. Already in her lavender pajamas, she sat on her bed, and brought out her diary. Dear Diary, I am short of words…I can’t seem to articulate my thought into words… She lifted her pen, doodled some absentmindedly. Her mind traveled to about an hour earlier, just after her mom’s call. “Dotun, what was that all about?” she stilled her voice as she looked him squarely in the eye. He took a step toward her she took two steps backwards “What was what all about?” he asked nonchalantly “Oh! Don’t play games with me you know what I am…