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    Omolabake Episode 13

    Episode 13 Morinsola had texted her Pastor’s wife that she needed to meet with her before their usual Thursday fellowship at Maggies. So she had replied that they could meet on Tuesday at her office. They sat in her teal green oval office. “Tell me everything, Sister Morin?” She had recounted the events of Sunday to the woman. “After my secondary school education. I enrolled at a coaching center in preparation of my JAMB exams.” She stood up from the chair. “I was sixteen and a beauty. My mother always said I was a carbon copy of her mother who was an Igbo woman.” “I was the envy of all…

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    Omolabake Episode 12

    Episode 12 Morinsola sat by Lekan on the large cane chair in the veranda. She wiped off the fading red paint on her toe nails with nail vanish “She decided to drive herself. Ever since Gideon left, she wouldn’t let anyone drive her. And trust me, not even her father can convince her otherwise.” “I see” Lekan continued his candy crush game. He echoed the sound as his swiped his striped candy “Tasty, the boy must be special” “Special? He certainly is! She was human while he was around. Now, she hardly even notices people in the office.” She brought out two shades of blue paint from her paint bag.…

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    Omolabake Episode 9

    Episode 9 “Thank you” Morinsola smiled at the guard who pulled the eatery`s door for her. She scanned the room and sighted the booth where Omolabake sat. Their eyes met. Labake smiled. Morinsola made her way over to the booth. A woman with a bag stopped her in her tracks. “Hello Madam” She looked up to see her Pastor`s wife. “Oh, Good afternoon ma.” After exchanging pleasantries, the woman left with her food packs. “Old friend?” Omolabake asked as Morinsola took her seat, taking a sip of her smoothie “Actually. She is my Pastor`s wife.” “Oh nice” Omolabake wasn’t much of a church person. “So how are you?” She abruptly…

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    Omolabake Episode 8

    I am so sorry esteemed readers, I have been out of power on all my devices for the last 18hrs+. Thank you for bearing with me! Episode 8 As Gideon stepped into the Drivers’ Lounge, Stanley raised his head as the door opened “Look who we have here.” Stanley took water from the dispenser. The room was well lit and had the necessities. Two men sat opposite each other, playing a board game. The older of the two being the driver of Otunba Ibikunle-Pearse was fondly called Baba Lucas by all and Jude, a younger man were at a standstill in their chess game. “How is Omolabake doing?” Baba Lucas…

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    Omolabake Episode 7

    Seven they say is the perfect number! I have a good news to share, actually several… But we will take one today! Before I share, We now have a page on Facebook you can follow to get updates, gist, behind the scene thoughts and all… Here is the link https://www.facebook.com/Lutomi-Modesola-155383391777303/ And to the good news, Omolabake will now come twice a week! So here you go for all who asked! Tuesdays and yep, Fridays… Now to today’s episode… Episode 7 A reality television show was on, but Omolabake was not watching. Demola was. They sat on a sofa in his sitting room. With he had his gaze on the Tv,…

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    Omolabake Episode 3

    “Sweetheart, you won’t believe what I had to do today?” Morinsola recounted details of her day to her husband. She stood by the doorway into the kitchen weaving her hair into two cornrows. It was her favourite routine to avoid shrinking of her natural hair. “Am all ears” he pursed his lips. He continued to peel the skin off the Paw-paw at the sink. She narrated the details of her day. “…the funny thing is that to pay him a driver’s salary will be like underpaying him because he is actually more than qualified to be a driver.” “Remind me babe… how old is he?” “About twenty-six or twenty-seven “Ok,…

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    Omolabake Episode 1

    Congratulations Gideon, you have been selected to take Part in the next phase of the screening. You are Invited to an interview on Friday 12th March at 11am. Note that you are expected come along with two passport photographs not older than three months. “This could be it!” Gideon Onah said under his breath as he read the mail he had received from Soeron International for the umpteenth time. Somehow those four words had become some kind of mantra since the mail arrived on the fourth of March. Coincidentally, his twenty seventh birthday. The giant clock in the reception struck 11 am. He waited patiently for his name to be…

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    Limelight (musings of a mini star)

    Limelight  (musings of a mini star) I am scared of the limelight… Am I ready for this I ask me for the umpteenth time As I stand on the corridors back stage, my muscles are tense, I hold back… Would I be a chameleon when the limelight hits me… Or would I be the LIGHT I am and consume every ray of the limelight?  Because the former is a result possible when the sense of purpose is gone, and the later is who I am or what is expected of me.  …I have to shine my light as received for the Bright STAR…I must remain in Him… Jesus said “No…