GW Fiction

The ride to hospital that day was quite eventful. I had seen TK happy, I had seen him sad even angry but I had never seen him scared.

These words are uttered by the protagonist of The Luckiest Girl Alive by Jessica Knoll, TifAni Fanelli, about a man who had seen her at her “stray dog lowest” and still stood by her.

it has been therapeutic for me. Reliving these moments have put things back in perspective for me especially now that I’m at a point where I need to make some big decisions…that’s talk for later.

Meet our Agony Aunt Ego. Like most women there are two sides to Ego. Let’s call her warm side Lady Ego the good girl who could very much be your pastor’s wife or the dotting big sister you never had.

During Folabi’s 18-month training he met a British Woman Lily and got engaged to her. After the training, his firm transferred him to the New York office.

Calm down Angela, it’s just an innocent e-mail. She is not trying to warm up to him. I hear the loud snickering of my inner voice. Is she not?

Banke had made me wear a red dress that clung to every single curve on my body.

“It makes me wonder about his character you know,” Amina continues, right hand settling on the door handle. “He has a second nature he keeps from everybody. I think you should be careful with him.”

I turn my car back in the direction of Naden’s apartment. Boma opens the gate for me. I march into the living room. Jewel is nowhere to be found. I walk slowly to Naden’s room. It is then that I hear them.

I can never forget the look of condemnation Banke gave me that day. I hadn’t expected that reaction because I knew she wasn’t exactly a saint either.

Every time I get a chance to have a conversation with very successful and accomplished women, one question I never fail to ask them is...

My phone vibrates. I pull it from my pocket to read a text message from Jewel. I need your help. Please call me.