Novels by Black_okpa

MARTHA HAS STUCKto Olaedo's hip like a sore thumb. The tiny half-caste always ensures to stop by Olaedo's dorm room every morning for them both to walk to school together.Olaedo cannot conclude if this is a good thing or... Rather disturbing. She'd go for the former, for now. She admits she's secretly digging the attention Martha's been showering her. It feels eeriely nice to know that someone, apart from Zoba and Jessica, cares enough to stop by and wait for her every morning. Besides, Zoba and Jessica have been seriously scarce lately and the only time they stop by Olaedo's dorm is when they have a general class for their first period.Olaedo remembers the first time Martha came to her room. It was as she promised; the next day. She arrived with a giddy smile when Olaedo was about parting her hair into two braided ponytails.Tolani had answered the door. One dress shoe hung loosely on her free h

THREE SET OF FEET,among others, hits the ground unrhythmically. Jessica pants loudly as she squeezes her way around students to catch up with the duo.They are running late and it's all Zoba's fault and Olaedo doesn't fail to remind her every four minutes. Speaking of which..."Zoba, this is all your fault!" She states with gritted teeth, "Look at this! I'm sweating already and we've not even gotten to the church yet!"Zoba groans as she bumps her shoulder against someone, "Please, let me hear word! We're not even that late!"Olaedo glares at the back of her sister's head. Seeing the chapel close by makes a sigh of relief leave her.She endeavors to perform the mandatory sign of the cross; tapping her forehead then her shoulders. She places her hands together as though she's praying then exhales a long sigh.Olaedo huffs when she realiz

"Miss Joseph?" Mr. Fischer calls when the bell rings finally. The remaining of the students file out leaving only Olaedo and the 49-year old C.R.S teacher.The teacher honestly looks stressed and mildly disorganized. Being the C.R.S teacher and also the homeroom teacher really dies a number on him. Olaedo greets him politely to which Mr. Fischer flashes her a polite smile."Sorry sir, am I in trouble?"Mr. Fischer drops his highlighter pen and waves his hand casually, "No. Not at all. It's quite the opposite, actually. I called you back to commend you..." He smiles.A proud yet shy smile envelopes the whole of Olaedo's face."You've been doing so well in all your tests and assignment submissions," The homeroom teacher continues, "I'm impressed.""Thank you very much, sir.""You're welcome, Olaedo." Mr. Fischer nods with a smile.&n

October, 2019"I'm sorry I haven't called for a month now, Olaedo." Miriam's worried voice echoes on the speaker of Olaedo's iPad."Mummy, it's fine," Olaedo laughs, "I do not forgive you, but it's fine."Miriam smiles from the other side of the phone, her hand caressing her bump majestically."How are you? Are your provisions still intact? How are the teachers?" Miriam bombards her daughter with questions."Mom, everything is fine! The teachers teach and my provisions are still intact. How are you, mom?"Miriam hides a sigh under a yawn, "Home is fine. Nathaniel is taking a nap. Sarah, Matthew's wife, is pregnant! I'm so excited! She promised to visit soon..."Olaedo nods even if her mom can't see it. She could feel her mother's giddiness oozing from her phone. She could picture her mother and Sarah chatting excitedly on

"What's he saying?" Lydia leans in close as she whispers to Olaedo.They are currently in Advanced Government class and Olaedo is not impressed at all. The same can be said for Lydia. It seems like the Advanced Government is too advanced for the teacher."If I tell you I understand, I lie." Olaedo shakes her head with a grimace.Olaedo begins to rethink her choice of sitting in the third row of seats."Egypt didn't get their independence in 1924," Olaedo retorts accusingly. "It was in 1922 though it was partial..."Lydia shakes her head as she bumps her shoulder against Olaedo's.The remaining 30 minutes of the 45 minutes class ran too slow. The teacher kept spewing unverified historical facts. He had an habit of dodging questions and cutting off his explanations short."I think I lost a few brain cells." Lydia declares as they step out o

"Olaedo, what's up with you? You look like shit!"Olaedo rolls her eyes at her sister. It's true though, she looks like melted butter on a chocolate cake. Dark bags coats underneath her eyes and her cheeks feels flatter than usual."I was at the library. Oh, hey Jessica!" Olaedo nods in apprehension at the smiling student."Hi Olaedo," Jessica waves cheekily. She is cute."Stop flirting with my potential best-friend!" Zoba points an accusing finger at Olaedo.Olaedo scoffs as she shoves her black locks into a tight bun."I thought I was your best friend?" Olaedo mocks hurt.The barbie-trio—Tolani, Chidimma and Cynthia—were already gone and Olaedo can bet on her left ass cheek that they didn't go to class directly. She shuts the room door with her key and they begin walking."I de-beste

BLURIN"Skimpiness will take you no where, Greta!"That's the first thing Charlie hears when she walks out to her mini vegetable garden.Mama Freya has her frail walking stick poking around the exposed skin on Nora's body. Her butt is on the edge of her rocking chair and her eyes is wide as she yells words of wisdom at the uncomfortable girl."Stop pointing this thing at me, old lady!" Nora swats the walking stick, "and I'm not Greta!"Mama Freya gasps, "What are you doing on my lawn?!" She shrieks loudly, almost rocking herself off the chair. Charlie sees this as an invitation to save both women; one from having a broken neck."Wha— What?!" Nora throws her free hand in abandon, "Your box of peppers appeared on my doorstep! Again!" The college girl slams the cardboard box full of peppers on the patio table."Peppers

AUTHOR'S NOTEI would have put this author's note at the end of the Chapter but to avoid unnecessary corrections and critics, I decided to put it here. PLEASE NOTE, the male protagonist begins to speak in this chapter and his pattern of speaking is... Unique. This is deliberate. The reason for this will be disclosed in the next chapter.•UNCONSCIOUSLY PROTECTIVEThe next day, first thing in the morning, Charlie runs to the living room to check if the panda bear is still here.An unconscious smile appears on her face. The man has his knees curled against his chest in a fatal position. His fingers are in fists and are tucked under his chin. A bouncing baby boy; that's what he looks like.Charlie runs back up to her room to do the needful. She puts her hair into a very loose bun. Her chest is covered with a blue long sleeved shir

CUTE PANDA BEAR"H...hello?"Charlie finally summons the courage to speak after staring at the man for two solid minutes. Charlie wonders how she hasn't pooped her pants from standing in the same presence with a mountain man.She mentally kicks herself for not grabbing the baseball bat behind her bedroom door or the bow and arrow underneath her kitchen cabinet... Or the pepper spray on her kitchen window sill."Um... What? What are you doing in my ba...backyard?" Stammers Charlie.The bulky man takes a step forward so that the tip of his leather boots is hitting the lintel of the patio door.Charlie takes two steps back; one isn't foolproof. She clutches, tightly, the hem of her pyjama shirt. Suddenly, she feels like crying.Is this it?Is this how she'll die?She hasn't even edit

THE MAN OUTSIDE MY DOOR"Greta, dear? Is that you?" A frail voice queries as Charlie passes by an old looking bungalow.It's Mama Freya; the 72-year old Canadian woman who lived just beside Char's apartment. The old lady had a case of Alzheimer's disease and mild diabetes.Charlie smiles sadly, "No, Mama Freya. It's me, Charlie."Mama Freya pauses in her chair rocking and smiles brightly, "That's what I said!"Charlie shakes her head with a giggle. She walks over to the shaky woman and kisses her pasty forehead. She grins as Mama Freya coos sluggishly at Charlie."I think you look beautiful this morning!"Apart from chicken broth, the only thing that can hit home, for Mama Freya, is compliments. This'll make her gush like a teenager and reminisce on the good ol' days.Surely, Charlie does not want to

BEST FRIEND LIKE DEEDAH"I'm not buying any sweets honey!" Deedah McKenna yells from her kitchen. Those kids are at it again. Deedah always warns them not to stop at her apartment door with a bucket of expired sweets and awfully packaged chocolates. It isn't a surprise that the kids make the chocolates themselves.The person knocks again and Deedah groans before stomping to the door and yanking it open."LOOK— Charlie? What are you-" She finally notices Charlie's swollen and red eyes, "Oh, hell no!" She immediately pulls her best friend into her bachelorette apparent. It was actually ironic how Deedah owns a bachelorette apartment when she's two years into her marriage.Black women's independence can not be measured."I'm fine Dee," The thirteenth lie Charlie has muttered this month.If she is anything right now it's definitely not fine

JUST A SIDE CHICK"Hey. Hey, baby, wake up." The 6'2" man shakes the sleeping dinosaur beside him. His head is foggy and messy and the events of last night was blurry but he knew it was long. Very long.Charlie moans as she rolls herself awake. Her eyes stay shut for some seconds but later which she opens them and grins sluggishly, "Hey, Marrie,"'Marrie' cringes and shoots Charlie a playful glare to which the latter giggles and leans upward to place a chaste kiss on his lips. Mario Denison moves his head so fast to avert the kiss."Morning breath." He simply states.Charlie nods and places a peck on his cheek instead. She jumps from the bed to the floor which was probably a bad idea because she came tumbling face first to the floor."Ow. You definitely tore me a new one, Mario."A smirk appears on Mario's face at the pow