#IdiomsAndInk Veronica cranked up the music as she drove home, grinning. She was still basking in the euphoria from her victory in court earlier in the day. That adrenaline rush was a great part of why she had become a lawyer. She had gained a reputation as one of the country’s foremost female lawyers, and… Continue reading

#IdiomsAndInk I have always known my husband wanted me dead. I had married him for love, but I knew he had wed me for money. Still, I had hoped he would grow to love me. A vain hope, it appeared. And the first day I came upon him trying to tamper with my car brakes,… Continue reading

#IdiomsAndInk Hassan stared at the momentous scene before him, feeling numb. Voices seemed to seep sluggishly into his ears, drowned out by the sound of his blood beating hotly in his head. The tiny hut was hot and cloying. In the unrelenting Saharan heat, the simple dwelling was only cool at night, but tonight, its… Continue reading

#IdiomsAndInk The rivalry between Andy and Kevbe had always been old. Both burglars of reknown, their conflict had led to mild sabotage, reputation-bashing and creative belittling. Their jousts had created juicy entertainment for the burglar community, thieves regaling each other with the exploits of both criminals. That was, until matters took a dark turn. Slowly,… Continue reading

#IdiomsAndInk Ikenna sat in his darkened study, the light from the laptop in front of him dancing on his face, brooding over a glass filled with amber comfort. Being rich wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. He was lucky in finances, but terribly unlucky in love and he supposed karma had something to… Continue reading

“I couldn’t help reading over your shoulder.” Ene stopped typing and turned around, incensed. Her rising temper suddenly banked, as her eyes fell on the person who had spoken. The young, handsome man was smiling apologetically, hands half-raised in placation. Her gaze ran over his perfectly sculpted features, and she raised an inquiring eyebrow as… Continue reading

#IdiomsAndInk Ezinne walked quickly along the bush path, grimacing as the long grass slapped at her bare legs wetly. It was the middle of the harmattan season and the early morning mist was thick and coldly cloying, limiting visibility, but her feet moved with the confidence of memory, buoyed by anger. She had just returned… Continue reading