There is a form of silent torture that everyone goes through at some point in life. I call it the torture of the unknown. It was a cold and cruel kind of torture that gripped you in the chest and messed with your insides. It was what we faced that morning as we stood outside

I settled down in bed the next day with mixed feelings. The day had been very dramatic. I had gone to the company site and they said they would like to use my services part time as a company representative in my area as they were thinking of opening a new branch in that area.

The plan for now was that we would communicate with Mr. Madu and Edison would act as if he was her divorce lawyer. Hopefully, we would be able to get him to respond or even come down to Nigeria to have his estate settled. We had reported to the police that we had heard from

I said a quick prayer as the door opened and we were face to face with Mrs. Madu who peered at us through thick spectacles. She recognized the lawyer and said: “So you people have come to ask me more questions abi?” she said as she ushered us inside. She didn’t know who it was

Christy ushered us into her living room where Titi sat waiting for us. “I went to the estate shopping mall to get some things,” she said without preamble “when someone jerked my arm and spun me around. I looked and saw that it was my husband. I wanted to scream but he told me that

I shushed Anna but she wouldn’t stop fussing all the way to the solicitor’s office. I knew we made an incongruous pair, me in my suit(I decided to wear a suit so the lawyer would know I meant business) and a squalling baby on my arm. I wondered if I had made the right decision

I woke up early the next day and knocked on Christy’s door. For the very first time, I was going to ask her for a favor. And it was a very big one. When I got inside, I said without preamble. “You said I could trust you Christy,” She nodded, intrigued at the seriousness on

I drove back home with mixed feelings. I was in a dour mood and I had never felt so inadequate and helpless. Everything in my life officially tanked. “God, I need a clue on what to do here,” I said as I pulled into my driveway. I checked my emails hoping to see a notification

My eyes scanned the mail once more and I snorted in disbelief. I could not believe it. After the interview, I had left the venue felling rather surprised at myself. They had harangued me with questions but somehow I had managed to answer it poise and confidence I didn’t know I had. I also managed