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    Omolabake (Epilogue)

    Epilogue Omolabake: A Tale of Two Fathers! 2 Years Later “Congratulations once again, Gideon. I am happy for you” Morinsola said. “I’m so honoured that you could be a part of our day” Gideon replied as he and Omolabake escorted Morinsola and Lekan out of the event’s center towards the car park area. “Even I couldn’t have convinced her to be absent” Lekan, Morinsola’s husband put in. They arrived at Lekan’s Toyota Venza. she embraced Gideon, her belly brushed against his suit “Congratulations are also in order on your side too” Her well rounded tummy did not hide the fact that she was few weeks away from the delivery room.…

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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 10 & 11

    Welcome to our new space! We hope you enjoyed your flight? Greetings to all first timers! I think we should celebrate this new Site together! Hence the gift of an extra chapter. Kindly share this post and also, you can subscribe for newsletters for updates and more. Cheers to us! With Love, Lutomi Modesola.   Episode 10 “So are we friends?” Gideon asked as they walked towards the sitting area “I know you certainly aren’t my enemy” She answered Gideon pulled out a chair for Omolabake to sit on at an empty table. “Tell me, what are your plans?” She looked at him “I applied to Seoron do brand management…

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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 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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    Oblivion 14

    Dear reader, I bring you greeting of this glorious season. May the realization of this glory be upon us all every day of our lives. Christmas tells much about the birth of Lord Jesus the Messiah; and then his death, his first coming and his second coming…let’s endeavor to not just bask in momentary euphoria but live in the eternal grace. Thank you for your endurance so far, the stats have been awesome because you keep coming back. God bless you biiiiig. With Love Tomilola. Oblivion 14 Love makes the difference – Anonymous Dr. Biyi Martins looked tired and like he hadn’t slept in days. It was understandable for the…

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    Oblivion10

    Oblivion 10!!! Hurray, I celebrate you as I drop the 10th installation of Oblivion. Thank you(x10) for reading, muah… November I heard is Writer’s month and So I dedicate this to all Writers especially if I have read anything from you and it has inspired me, made me laugh, smile or giggle (Today’s comments included). Love. Two months and counting, Mikhail was excited to be in school. Being in school afforded her a form of freedom she didn’t have while under her parent’s nose. Not that she was a party jockey or wanted to do the wrong things. It was to her as a breath of fresh air, a kind…

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    Oblivion 9

    Dedicated to my Jolaoluwa, she has always been so helpful with the typing. Oblivion 9 “Who told you where we usually put the room key?” Dotun quizzed the petite form that stood before his face. It wasn’t a question as much as it was an accusation. He had gotten home a bit late which is to be expected anyway since the Martins’ party was held on the island and he resided on the mainland. By the time he got to the door, he checked his Hermes wristwatch, a gift from his late mother…whew 9:36pm. He couldn’t understand why any young woman in her right mind would dangle rat before cat…