FICTION:A man worth waiting for....episode 13

A Story written by Omolola… “Never.” She stared up at the stars, trying to make sense out of that quirk. Trying to understand why her mother hadn’t ever called her father. And why she’d gone to such lengths to make sure Tomilola never did, either. “Maybe she felt like too much...

FICTION: A man worth waiting for.... episode 12

A Story written by Omolola… Tomilola sat outside her bedroom on the balcony that ran the length of the back of the house. She rocked gently in one of the rockers that were strewn around the balcony and drew in a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves as she leaned back, propped...

FICTION: A man worth waiting for.... episode 11

A Story Written by Omolola… Demola rode quietly beside Tomilola. They were in the open now. The morning was quickly warming up as the sun rose steadily above the horizon. “I thought you’d like it here. It’s one of my favourite spots. Was one of your dad’s, too.” She grimaced....

FICTION: A man worth waiting for..... episode 11

A Story Written by Omolola… Demola rode quietly beside Tomilola. They were in the open now. The morning was quickly warming up as the sun rose steadily above the horizon. “I thought you’d like it here. It’s one of my favourite spots. Was one of your dad’s, too.” She grimaced....

FICTION: A man worth waiting for..... episode 10

A Story Written by Omolola… The next morning, Tomilola flipped off the water in the fancy, glass-brick enclosed shower. After the last day and a half of extreme sports, mad travel and emotional turmoil, she was drained. She’d hoped a hot shower would revive her. But she still...

FICTION: A man worth waiting for.... episode 8

A Story Written by Omolola… Demola let her go, his arms suddenly cold and empty. She’d felt so right there. So damned right. He could have held her all night. Just held her. A ruthless laugh echoed through his head. Yeah, right. He could have kept her in his arms all night,...

FICTION: A man worth waiting for...... episode 7

A Story Written by Omolola… She felt the taxi move again, winding this way and that. And then it slowed, stopped. “This is it.” She opened her eyes and looked out the windshield. In the day’s waning light, a huge house met her gaze. A three-story building with high-pitched roofs,...