TO LOVE A MR: THE DIARY OF A MISTRESS (EPISODE SIX)

Written By Chika Labella

I sat on the tiled floor, leaning my head back on the couch, the heavy I.O Smith textbook in my laps. I had been reading for four hours, it was time to take a break but I didn’t know what do, I was definitely not in the mood for television and I really didn’t want to leave my house, I thought about calling Deji but it was 9pm and that would mean breaking the “Mistress code” which stated that I couldn’t call him at home after 8pm.

TO LOVE A MR: THE DIARY OF A MISTRESS (EPISODE FIVE)

 

Written By Chika Labella

It was a very sunny day. We were walking to the Afe Babalola hall because that was the venue for the freshers seminar. I squeezed my face and trotted on with my friends, I didn’t want to go but everyone was going and I didn’t want to stay back in the hostel alone.

TO LOVE A MR: THE DIARY OF A MISTRESS (EPISODE FOUR)

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The night had gone beautifully so far, we had dined at the Al Mahara which was located on the ground floor of the Burj Al Arab. Saying it was beautiful would be a far cry from it truly was, I was amazed by everything; the huge surrounding fish tank was beautiful, a part of me wondered if they had ever had a situation where the fishes broke out but I knew that was a stupid question I couldn’t ask.

EPISODE 3 - TO LOVE A MR: DIARY OF A MISTRESS

Written by Chika Labelle
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Ada managed to convince me to take that trip to Dubai I promised her I would take someday. She goes to Dubai like it’s her house but I had never been there so she insisted the money should be used for a trip there and I agreed after much persuasion, left to me,

EPISODE 2 - TO LOVE A MR: DIARY OF A MISTRESS

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I woke up to the sound of Beyonce’s grown woman, the damn phone wouldn’t stop ringing, the pillow was wet and I could see what looked like tear stains, I had cried myself to sleep. The phone wouldn’t stop, what did he want again after ruining my day?

I scanned the room with my eyes half closed, finally found the stupid phone under the bed, looked at the caller ID and let out a sigh of relief, happy it wasn’t him, I picked up and heard her ever loud voice,

EPISODE 1 - TO LOVE A MR: DIARY OF A MISTRESS

Written by Chika Labelle

It was 2:05pm and as usual, the scorching sun of Lagos was at its’ peak and thanks to the fuel scarcity, Paul couldn’t afford to turn the A.C on, so here I was in my pretty dress, make up running down my face, trying to calm myself down by fanning myself with a magazine.