…Stirring up the divine.
Chapter Twenty-Nine Did you miss the previous chapter? Catch up HERE Hadizat arrived Yola in the afternoon and instead of going to the house immediately as she would’ve done before, she went to a hotel and booked a room for a couple of days. She knew the hospital owned by the family doctor in GRA …
Did you miss the previous chapters? Catch up HERE Chapter Twenty-EightDinner was a grand affair and Hadizat was astonished to see that Timi went all out. They were sitted as White Orchid restaurant and the waiters handed them the menu. Hadizat looked at Timi. He was busy perusing the menu.“Timi,” she called in a whisper. …
Missed the previous chapters? Catch up HERE Chapter Twenty-Three “I’m sorry. Do I know you?” Timi frowned slightly as though trying to recollect.“Timilehin Gbadebo”. Hadizat recovered the use of her tongue in time to answer. “ABUAD?”“Wait a minute!” Timi’s eyes lit up and he snapped his fingers excitedly. “Hadi? Hadizat Dankore?”Hadizat burst out laughing as …
Hello Fam😍, it’s been a veryyyy long time.🙈 (covers face) but it’s so good to be back again. I missed sharing reviews with you every weekend but I am super glad to be back again. Today, we would be reviewing, Lost: Finding the way home, a novel written by E.C Hannah. THE STORYAfter an event …
Chapter Twenty-One Read the previous chapters HERE Hadizat was woken up by her ring tone the next day. “Good thing I’ve activated my Nigerian line”, she muttered as she giggled excitedly. Since she told Munirat she had arrived the country, they had not spoken again. Hadizat couldn’t wait to see her sisters physically and hear …
Chapter Nineteen Read the previous chapters HERE “Who you be sef? Oga and madam no dey o”.Hadizat sighed. She was at 44, Olaitan Street, Ikoyi. The house had not been difficult to locate. When she received her mother’s text at first, Hadizat was stunned! She had never heard of a Zainab. She didn’t even know …
Chapter Sixteen Read the previous episodes HERE Hadizat stood in the airport lounge and breathed happily. She had been mightily blessed in this land. She had come to UK a year ago, unsure of her self and adrift spiritually but God had sought her and found her. She was still amazed by it all. After …
Chapter Fourteen Read the precious chapter HERE Hadizat stepped into the lounge quietly and looked around. There were about fifty people in attendance already. About three guys moved about towards the front setting up some gadgets. The others were sitted quietly. Some bowed their heads reverently while others were busy with their phones and some …
Chapter Nine Read Chapter 7 and 8 HERE “Hmmm” “Hadizat sighed. She was tired. She hardly slept the night before. It was one of those nights when thoughts of Deola ravaged her mind. She wandered why it was so. Rasheedat moved on after two weeks. Hadizat had moved on now but she still felt very …
Read Chapter 3&4 HERE Chapter Five. Hadizat stared intently at the computer screen. She had spent over an hour at the e-library yet she was no closer to getting the answers she needed than when she walked in. She was getting quite frustrated and if not because she was determined to complete her research that …
Chapter One. Hadizat sat still as her father talked. She knew he was pleased but as usual, he had a hard time showing it. A week ago, she had been offered admission to study law at Afe Babalola University, Ado-Ekiti. She informed her father who was away on a business trip then. He had promptly …
Read the previous Chapter HERE 7th July, 2011_ Dave strolled out of the hotel’s lobby dressed casually in a T-shirt, shorts and sneakers. He arrived Benin City that day. He came for his friend’s wedding. Lekan. The young man he had met last year in the police cell. The traditional wedding was scheduled to hold …
Chapter Twenty-Three 14th August, 2010 Noma looked up at her mother as she talked. She had calmly explained what happened to her that night when her mother started complaining that she had been in the house for a week after travelling down to Benin with all her belongings.“Iyemwen, I’m not going back to Abuja.”“Osarenoma, laho. …