I love food but I’m sure you all already know that. All the guys I’ve dated (divide whatever number you just thought of by three) are (were) great cooks , hardworking too (well, I like to reserve my energies for more tasking exercises like jumping into conclusions).

So it was kind of unbelievable that of all ways to punish a boyfriend, I decided to not eat his food. He had promised we were going somewhere only for him to decide last minute that swimming was a nicer idea and with friends too, his friend and girlfriend o. Nobody went anywhere that day, I think his friend still hates me , but I was still upset. Like how could you change plans because of someone’s plan with his own girl? What’s my own inside? It’s not like he didn’t apologize but I held onto the anger for my dear life. ”How could that even cross his mind?” I kept asking myself over and over again.

After trying to get me to talk and laugh and failing, he left to the market, came back, and proceeded to the kitchen. All the while I was pretending to ... Read more @https://olliealley./2017/05/13/ill-show-you-by-not-eating/

I said No today. I say No a lot, mostly to avoid people-ey situations, always for my benefit. But today I said No to something pleasurable, a heady mix of ecstacy, selfishness and pride.

Most of us have exes, not real ones though, an ex-almost, an ex-maybe, someone that wasn’t ours but was, in the twisted way that dysfunctionality provides. I say most because I’d like to think I’m not the only one, that there’s a tribe of confused lovers somewhere, a tribe that should be meeting, a lovers Anonymous group . Well, my almost-maybe called. He called today.

I had been home all morning, drifting from sleeping to eating to a semi unconscious state where I don’t even recall what grand scheme I was following through with when my phone rang and I saw the caller ID and I had a panic attack. Slightly. He said he wanted to see me and I said I was busy. Only, I wasn’t and I wondered why I lied. It upset me to think I was running like a scared little girl. “I’ll see you in 30” I said and ended the call before I had time to change my mind.

The knot in my chest keeps getting tighter and I... Read more @https://olliealley./2017/01/07/1388/

w how you meet someone and finally understand why it had to take so long and why it never seemed to work with anyone else? No? Me neither.

Kike’s wedding was to be the talk of the town for months and unfortunately, I was to be a big part of it. Yes, unfortunately. Me, chief bridesmaid? In what alternate universe would anyone have thought it possible? Yes, I am her best friend but also, Yes I’m an unapologetic outsider of the fitfam club and YES Kike is as superficial as it gets. I would’ve done anything to just be a regular guest, weddings were not my thing, especially when I couldn’t boast of ordinary boyfriend but it was about Kike and I would do just about anything for her; wearing satin on my size 16 body inclusive.

The decorator outdid herself, everything was perfect, I mean they had to be or else Kike would have cut off everyone’s neck starting with mine and ending with the officiating minister. I’m sure I made for quite the entertainment in my black loafers and long dress waddling all over the place like a penguin making sure everything was okay well, because my darling friend didn’t see the need for a planner when I was there. Right. It was a beautiful ceremony all in all, I got to witness Kike almost cry when she was saying her vows, shocking me and everybody else to think that she could care about someone else like that. I said I would do almost anything...Read More @https://olliealley./2017/02/20/purple-satin/

Please now, we won’t even waste time. I promise”. Bola has been trying to persuade Mide to accompany her on a date for about 30 minutes now.

She crosses her arms, leaning back on the cushion, perplexed and annoyed at Bola for trying to rope her into something that wasn’t any of her business. ”Fine, but I’m leaving after an hour max’.



It was difficult to watch; the joy, the beauty, the passion when the priest’s voice was heard saying ”You may now kiss the bride”. It was all she could do to not shed a tear, tears that were dangerously on the brink of falling out. Who would understand why she was upset at such a joyous event? Who would? She feigned a cough and tried to regain her composure.

Douglas drove into Apartment 14, excited and anxious at the same time. He was meeting her today, that pretty innocent looking thing he met at the restaurant last week and talking with over the phone since then. For some reason, she always had excuses whenever he wanted to see her but today was his lucky day. She agreed to see him and he had only had to beg once.

”Ahan babe, at least put small effort in your outfit”. Mide just rolled her eyes and continued zipping up her red cardigan, ”Either I go like this or I stay here and continue with my movie” . Bola...Read the complete story at https://olliealley./

”Please now, we won’t even waste time. I promise”. Bola has been trying to persuade Mide to accompany her on a date for about 30 minutes now.

She crosses her arms, leaning back on the cushion, perplexed and annoyed at Bola for trying to rope her into something that wasn’t any of her business. ”Fine, but I’m leaving after an hour max’.



It was difficult to watch; the joy, the beauty, the passion when the priest’s voice was heard saying ”You may now kiss the bride”. It was all she could do to not shed a tear, tears that were dangerously on the brink of falling out. Who would understand why she was upset at such a joyous event? Who would? She feigned a cough and tried to regain her composure.

Douglas drove into Apartment 14, excited and anxious at the same time. He was meeting her today, that pretty innocent looking thing he met at the restaurant last week and talking with over the phone since then. For some reason, she always had excuses whenever he wanted to see her but today was his lucky day. She agreed to see him and he had only had to beg once.

”Ahan babe, at least put small effort in your outfit”. Mide just rolled her eyes and continued zipping up her red cardigan, ”Either I go like this or I stay here and continue with my movie” . Bola knew her friend well and she knew that right now, Mide was looking for every means to not go with her. She kept shut, cleaned off her left brow and started again, ”perfect arch tonight please” she muttered to herself.

He smelled her before he saw her, Bola came out after the first knock looking exactly like he remembered ; pretty and innocent. they hugged and exchanged pleasantries , then he saw her. Mide was already tired of the whole thing, ”why cant Bola just go by herself to this thing eh?” she kept thinking . ”My name is Mide, I’m cold and I think we should be on our way now” she said and stepped forward to give him a handshake ”I thought I should introduce myself since none of you have manners, obviously” she added tightly. Her fragrance was heady and he couldn’t reconcile her scent with her appearance; she had no makeup on, her hair was loose about her and the wind kept blowing it to her face, she was wearing denim and an over-sized red cardigan, in fact she looked like she had been disturbed from sleep. But damn, she smelled good.

”Mide, meet Douglas, Douglas, Mide my best friend” Bola hurriedly said, she had been so occupied with his rich dark complexion and that baritone, that oh so sexy baritone.

Dinner was at a 5 star restaurant on the island , Bola merely picked at her food, she was too busy laughing at Douglas’ jokes. the conversation flowed like they had known each other for years. ”on our way back, please can you stop by somewhere, I want to eat amala” Mide was heard saying. Douglas burst into laughter and Bola could not hide the indulgent smile that crept up...Read more at https://olliealley./

Esther was shocked at the sight in front of her. Wasn’t this Kunle, the supposed standard for good husbands everywhere, her friend’s husband in shinning armour canoodling with a girl that looked like she came from the set of a music video?. “Ehen!, wonders shall never cease” she thought to herself as she stood and stared. Her mother had told her years ago that whenever something was too good to be true, it usually was. Of course she had told Cassy this but the girl just won’t listen.

They had been friends for a while ; about four years and in all that time, Kunle had been present albeit as the weird guy friend who wouldn’t take the hint that he wasn’t needed around. That is until he and Cassy started dating. She hadn’t seen it coming, in fact she could have sworn that Cassy disliked the guy as much as she did. Fine, he was nice and caring but the man was too nice, too soft, too slippery, too everything that a man wasn’t supposed to be and she told Cassy this but her friend was too doe-eyed to be bothered so she had let them be...Read more @https://olliealley./

Ofcourse.

Breathe Lily. Just Breathe, I tell myself. It’s starting again, the angry words and open disgust. I don’t know what I did this time. I mean, I’m just coming in.

Chuks is a nice guy, he really is. But this temper. I’m just coming in from the salon. I know it’s late but there was nothing I could do. My hairdresser was busy so I had to wait, besides I had called to inform him that I’ll be finished later than I expected.

He’s sitting outside, I nearly do not even notice him there. Just sitting and staring. Bleep. Breathe. I force my mouth open as I mumble words I hope sounds like a greeting and he responds. He doesn’t even comment on how nice my hair looks. I leave him there and go in. I need to wash off the sweat and heat of the day.

As the first drops of water hit me I remember I didn’t bring a change of clothes. “No problem, I’ll just wear his” I think to myself as I proceed to shower and go to bed. The cold water cascading down my body is exactly what I need, that and a painkiller. I dry myself and take his shirt, the mustard one, I like that one and shorts I see lying around. I feel refreshed and decide to watch a movie before sleeping. He is still outside.

I’ve seen this movie before but I really just want something to put me to sleep. I reach for the headset to plug into the laptop but withdraw my hand ; I want to hear when he’s talking to me. I press play and lie back to enjoy the movie. The lead actor is calling his love interest because he’s been in an accident and as he’s struggling to form the words in describing where he is, the door opens and he walks in. Chuks I mean. With a scowl on his face, I wonder silently what he has to scowl about. I’m the one that has been ignored since I walked in.

He starts talking, his voice rising with every sentence. Why did I come back so late? Why did I leave him outside? Why am I using his laptop? Why am I ignoring him? I don’t reply because I know he doesn’t really want answers, I just keep staring at the screen even though I can no longer hear what’s being said.

I’m praying he tires himself out and just go to bed. It happens so fast. He drags the laptop away and slams it shut, just barely missing my hands.

I know he’ll never hit me but his action shakes me enough that I withdraw to a corner on the bed, shielding myself with a pillow. He’s still talking and the jabs are... Read more at https://olliealley./2016/10/15/chronicles-of-lily-the-undercover-overlover/

Thank youu

adeboyewareez:
Lovely!

I have a problem. I remember everything.

I recall the first conversation we had, when you were rattling about Mrs Giwa and how she overstated her importance to the company and how I did everything to stop rolling my eyes so much and failed, because you noticed and got offended but I wanted to get back to my job instead of listening to the new chic’s gist about someone she didn’t like.

Tramo company Ltd was our biggest client. There was no physical location that I knew of but there must have been , why else would they buy large quantities of furniture every two months?. The owner, Chief Anyawu was a big man both in size and pocket. I liked him because he gave me large tips every time he came , which unfortunately was not so many times. Last two months, I got 50,ooo naira; my two and a half months salary, from one person.On my birthday, he gave me his wristwatch, the brown one that had a black double because he didn’t have cash on him and I told him it was my birthday when he asked why i was looking extra beautiful. After work that day, I checked the price on google, 1.5million naira. Just like that. I liked that man so much I even started praying for more blessings for him. Good man.

You told me about the meeting with Chief Anyawu and how you succeeded in getting him to make more orders. For some reason, you kept mute as Mrs Giwa passed by my desk but I noticed she brushed against you ever so slightly. I noticed because there was more than enough space for her to walk by without having to come close, if you noticed you didn’t show it. After that day, I noticed many more things; how much less you badmouthed her, how you bought food for her when you went out for lunch, how more expensive your clothes started to look, how much more money the company was making.

The boss called me with his personal line and asked for details of how much Tramo had paid for the next supply we were to make. ‘10,000 dollars Sir’ I answered.

The next day I heard the raised voices and was surprised to see you storm out of the boss’s office yelling and Mrs Giwa unusually quiet. All i was hearing was how you didn’t need the ‘stupid salary’ and how you had done all they asked you to do and you had had enough and were quitting.

You called me later that evening to invite me out for lunch so I could help you plan your party and finally tell me what all the ruckus was about. Chief was using the account to keep the monies from his drug business. No furniture was actually being bought...https://olliealley./2017/03/17/death-by-watch/