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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 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 4

    CHAPTER 4 “Granny-O, I got the Chili sauce. I am at the corner of the street.” After a pause, she replied “No, I did not forget the baking supplies.” Omolabake ended the call with her Grandmother. Granny was easily one of her best people in the world. With so much love to shower. Her vegetable soups were straight out of no recipe books. At seventy-seven, she still insisted her loaves and pastries had to be home baked. When she wasn’t napping, knitting or playing scrabble with the gardener, they were gisting. Omolabake cooked on weekends. Granny always said, to keep Omolabake’s skills alive. Omolabake noticed the garden trees had been…

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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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    Florence

     My Darling Florence, I’d start on this note: the meaning of Florence captured my heart as i a name for my fashion label… ‘House of Florence’ resonated with me so much but Bukola and Kehinde Obimodede didn’t seem to buy the idea. They probably felt it was a pity-party thingy. But no, it wasn’t! I love Florence so much because it means to Blossom, and Blossom you did! There is this quote of how we don’t die but we multiply and in four ways and more, I find this to be true as I look at my siblings and me. A rehearsal of today’s event especially being a Saturday comes…