Grab a snack and get cozy. Happy Reading!
Tamarind E11 – (The Finale)
[It has been interesting going along with Emefa and Jamal on their journey to marriage filled with family drama, relationship quarrels, doubts, all of it. And now, it all comes to an end. Or should I say, this is the end of the Beginning?…Happy reading!] “And that’s the last one.” Jamal called out as he hauled in the last of Emefa’s bags through the door. “Thanks Ji.” Emefa replied. She was curled up on the couch, cuddling a throw pillow. Jamal joined Emefa on the couch, “Mrs. Asare-Menako, what did you pack into those bags? Rocks?”…
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[Welcome back! The story continues…] Emefa sat with her eyes closed and her chin jutting outward. It was taking everything in her not to touch her face. How come her face never itches until she was wearing makeup? The ticklish feel of bristles of the makeup brush against the bridge of her nose was not helping either. Maybe her makeup would not be ruined if she only patted the itchy spot gently. She moved her index finger upwards towards the tip of her nose, but before she could touch her nose, she felt a mild pain…
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[Welcome back! The story continues…] Emefa slammed the door of the Uber as she got in, startling the Uber driver. “Sorry.” She muttered, rolling her eyes as though the Uber driver had had something to do with the meeting Emefa had just had Aunty Menaye. “Where to please?” “I selected my location on the map.” Emefa retorted. “Okay Madam Emefa. Please I hope the location on the map is correct…?” “What do you want me to say? Do I look like I work with Google maps?” “Oh. I didn’t mean it like that. You…. it’s okay.”…
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[Welcome back! Been quite a week but I know you’ve been waiting for this one…Happy reading. (As always: All events and characters in this story are fictional. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.) (Not sure why I felt I should give a disclaimer but…) ] “Oh-kay! That’s it. All done here.” Ricka said in excitement, spinning Emefa round so the Bride-to-be could take a look at herself in the mirror. Emefa shrieked in excitement, “I totally love it! Very subtle. I still look like me just… you know….a bit more spalalala.” The…
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