DOLAPO III: When Fate Speaks Louder ("Butterfly")

FUNMI: Foul Mood; Man Needed, Apply Within!

WOLE: Poker Night

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WOLE: Straw and Ivy Buds (Part 1)
I woke up from a bad dream that Friday.The remnants of it were still with me as I recognised that I was now awake. In the dream I was masked, and I was holding a wooden staff, charging through the streets of Lagos in broad daylight with a crowd of other men, also dressed in white masks, and holding staffs. It was an Eyo masquerade. I hadn’t thought about that in years.Weird.The clock beside the bed glowed with red digits: three sixteen in the early hours. I tossed and turned, but I could not get back to sleep. I got up since I was thirsty, and I whacked my shin on a box that I had left in the way.‘Shizer!’I real

MAUREEN: Daring to Dream
It was odd how he walked up to me and went on and on about my outfit, the funny French man with the funny French accent. Actually, it wasn’t so much odd as embarrassing; he was about 5’7, wearing jeans, and a tee shirt with art embroidered on it, speaking heavily accented English with a high pitched squeak and wild gesticulation. At the same time I was very flattered, too flattered to go through my mental list of fashion photographers’ who’s who, however his name did not immediately ring a bell so I knew for sure he wasn’t one of those I’d always dreamt of having cover my fashion show.I followed him to his table, hoping it would be as far away from everyone as possib

TEMMY: A Blast From My Past
"This is very nice ladies." Funmi stated, looking around."Yeah, it really is!" Titi remarked while staring at her cocktail. She lifted it and took a dainty sip. "I'm actually referring to our get-together." We all giggled.The night looked promising. My girlfriends and I were sitting at the new glitzy bar, Rendezvous. We were chitchatting over cocktails and having a laugh and it felt great for four of us to be together in a cheerful mood again. It was perfect, apart from the fact that Lola and Dolapo were not here with us. "I wish Dolly and Lola were here too!" Maureen announced like she had read my mind."I thought Lola said she was

DOLAPO III: When Fate Speaks Louder ("Butterfly")
"10, 9, 8, 7, 6..." the countdown was on. If someone woke me up from sleep, flung a yellow Frisbee at me, pulled my dark mane of hair, or even put me in rusty iron shackles, I still would never have accurately predicted what went down on the night of my 15-minutes of fame. It was incredible. In f