Day: May 1, 2025
Whispers Beneath the Night episode 6
Episode 6: When the Moon Finally Let Go The days began to melt into each other, and for the first time in a long time, Ifeoma didn’t wake up dreading her reflection. There was a calmness to her now — not because life had suddenly become perfect, but because she had stopped waiting for others […]
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Episode 5: When Healing Looks Like Goodbye There’s something poetic about Lagos at 9 p.m. The chaos begins to quiet.The breeze carries the scent of roasted corn and grilled suya.Laughter rises from street corners where children play and women share stories over steaming bowls of food. Ifeoma stood in the middle of it one evening, […]
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Episode 4: A Soft Rebellion The days after the revelation were slower, softer — like the calm after a thunderstorm. Ifeoma no longer cried. Not because she wasn’t hurting, but because her tears had dried into quiet resolve. She started showing up for herself. Morning jogs around Lekki’s quieter corners.Homemade smoothies and sticky notes with […]
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Episode 3: Echoes of What We Were The apartment felt bigger now — not because Tunde was gone, but because his absence echoed louder than any words he could’ve said. Ifeoma didn’t cry. Instead, she moved like a ghost in her own home, drifting from room to room, replaying scenes that once held laughter, now […]
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Episode 2: The Space Between Us The air inside the apartment had grown still — not peaceful, but heavy.Ifeoma stood by the window, her arms folded tight across her chest, as if holding herself together. Behind her, Tunde lingered, silent, hands deep in his pockets like he wanted to fix something he didn’t know how […]
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Whispers Beneath the Night
Episode 1: The Arrival The night in Lagos draped itself in warm silence. From her apartment in Lekki Phase 1, Ifeoma stood barefoot on the cool marble floor of her balcony, under the watchful moon. Her silk Ankara robe clung to her body like a second skin, scented with hibiscus oil and quiet longing. She […]
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