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That night, Uchena would be too enchanted, too drawn by her magic without knowing it. The spell won’t wear off until he is atop her, too eager. When the enchanting young face suddenly flips to the angry mother of the girl he raped ten years before he married his thin, Read more…

This is Nigeria and so your name, though common, is pronounced Samweh – not Samuel. On a sweltering afternoon, after an hour of street football where, with your neighbours, you pride in a jersey of the bare chest and boxer shorts, after continuous successions of firing and heading the leathery Read more…