Yes, it’s been a while since our last series, The Street boy by Chike David, entertained us. Now, we’re back and better. Our new series, Vanquished, is a little different from what you’ve read on our website so far. This one is a little Nollywood-like, supernatural and leans heavily on fantasy. But we promise you, it is very very interesting and suspense filled.
Vanquished will begin next week. So sit back, grab your popcorn and enjoy this wonderful story.
Meanwhile, here’s a little excerpt to whet your reading appetite. Please don’t forget to tell us what you think in the comment section. Enjoy!
Agnes watched, privately amused, as her daughter, Ify paced the bedroom nervously.
“Calm down, Ify.”
“Calm down?” Ify asked, agitated. “Mummy, I don’t think you understand what is happening. Why is it that you can’t find what you’re looking for when you need it? But it will suddenly appear when you don’t need? Funny, isn’t it? Except it’s not funny to me. It is exasperating, ridiculous and frustrating.”
Agnes chuckled, letting her amusement show. “So you’re blowing all this grammar because your boyfriend is coming to take you out and you can’t find what to wear.”
“Mummy, Tony is not just taking me out. Something tells me that this date is special. I feel it in my guts.”
Agnes leaned forward, more interested. “Is he going to propose?”
“Mummy!” Ify gasped, giggling. “How am I supposed to know that?”
“This isn’t your first date with Tony. You guys have been together for a year. And you said today’s date feels special. And the only thing special I can think of is him proposing to you.”
“Well, I don’t know sha. It’s just a feeling. Right now, my problem is finding what to wear.”
“You have a lot of clothes. Pick one.”
Agnes went to the wardrobe and scanned the neatly hung and arranged wears that Ify owned. Ify should have been a Vogue model judging the number of designer wears she had. Agnes finally picked one lovely dress.
“Wear this. It matches your skin color perfectly. Make sure you wear comfortable shoes so you won’t fall on your face when he proposes.”
Ify laughed and took the dress. “Thanks mummy. You’re the best.”
The door bell downstairs rang. Ify gasped in nervous excitement. “It’s him.”
“Go ahead and dress. I’ll get the door.” Her mother replied and left the room. Agnes walked downstairs to the living room and opened the door. Tony smiled at her, holding a bottle of wine. He looked very handsome in his outfit. How he could look both casual and formal and pull it off perfectly was a mystery to Agnes. She smiled back. Perhaps, Ify was right. Today was very special.
“Good evening, ma.” Tony greeted her.
“Good evening, Tony. Please come in.” She replied and stepped back to allow him enter.
He gave her the wine. “For you.”
“Thank you. Please have a seat. Ify is upstairs. She’ll join you shortly.” she said.
“Thank you.” he said. They sat down and he plied her with amusing stories while they waited for Ify to come down.
Finally, they heard footsteps coming down the stairs. They turned and Tony’s could practically feel his tongue dangling on the floor…
Hope you like it? See you next week.