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Chronicles of Omo Pastor | Episode 12

Chronicles of Omo Pastor

Read previous episode The shock on Uju and George’s face when they saw me walking towards their table was glaring, I smiled inwardly pleased I got the reaction I wanted. George looked from me to Roland, his surprise gone as he assessed us with a cool smile plastered on his ...

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Chronicles of Omo Pastor | Episode 11

Chronicles of Omo Pastor

Read Previous Episode ‘What was that all about?’ Jessica asked as she couldn’t hide her curiosity. I was still stunned and lost in thoughts, ‘Amaka!!’ She snapped ‘Yes?’ I said ‘Who was that on the phone’ she said already impatient ‘I don’t know, she didn’t reveal much’ I paused as ...

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Chronicles Of Omo Pastor | Episode 10

Chronicles of Omo Pastor

Read previous episode Still basking in the euphoria of the events of the previous night, I couldn’t help but break into a smile. ‘why are you smiling? ‘ George asked as he reached for a toothpaste ‘Nothing, it’s a private joke’ I said grinning His hands held my waist as ...

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Chronicles of Omo Pastor | Episode 9

Chronicles of Omo Pastor

Read Previous Episode I closed my eyes, trying to slow down my heartbeat. I could feel his chest behind me, I tried to shut every rational thoughts that was flying through my brain which stopped functioning an hour ago. “A penny for your thoughts” he said “I’m not thinking of ...

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Chronicles Of Omo Pastor | Episode 8

Chronicles of Omo Pastor

Read Previous Episode There was an uneasy silence in the room as I watched my mum, she was pacing up and down the room and this wasn’t helping my composure. “When was the first time you had such dream?” She turned, facing me “Last two weeks or so” I answered ...

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Chronicles of Omo pastor | Episode 7

Chronicles of Omo Pastor

Read Previous Episode I opened my eyes slightly, turning fully to my side, my gaze was fixed on the flat screen T.v on the wall. Shooting my eyes open, I looked around me as I took in my surroundings then I knew something was wrong. It’s not possible! I tried ...

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Chronicles Of Omo Pastor | Episode 6

Chronicles of Omo Pastor

Read Previous Episode “Amaka?” “Yes?” I said in a small voice I couldn’t recognise as mine “Were you listening?” “Yes, but can you say it again?” I said with a shaky voice I heard him take a deep breath as I pressed the phone closer to my ears wanting to ...

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Chronicles of Omo Pastor | Episode 5

Chronicles of Omo Pastor

Read Previous Episode I kept staring at the spot close to the ankle where I could still see the small scar, my heart skipped a beat each time I looked at it. I kept hoping and wishing that maybe the next time I checked the scar was gone, erasing every ...

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Chronicles of Omo Pastor | Episode 4

Chronicles of Omo Pastor

Read Previous Episode Here No, he can’t be walking towards me. I kept murmuring to myself hoping maybe that will make him retrace his steps. I looked up and saw my prayers had failed as he was standing in front of me with his hand outstretched. I looked at Uju ...

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Chronicles of Omo Pastor | Episode 3

Chronicles of Omo Pastor

Read Previous Episode here “Your wallet? Where?” Uju looked confused “I left it there” “There? where?” Beginning to sound impatient. “Where I went to ease myself” I said as my heartbeat increased tempo. “My phones, school I.D card, ATM and N5000! Oh! God” Standing up and straightening my gown. “Let’s ...

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Chronicles of Omo Pastor | Episode 2

Chronicles of Omo Pastor

Read Previous Episode here He slowed down, pulling over to one side of the street un-strapping his seat belt he turned to me. “You can continue from here” “Sure” I said, knowing that was a statement not a question. “You seem unusually quiet ?” “I have never been much of ...

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Chronicles of Omo Pastor | Episode 1

Chronicles of Omo Pastor

As I stood by the roadside, I heard my phone ringing but I was more concerned with getting a taxi. I frowned as sweat dripped from my forehead rolling down my cheek, I cleaned it off with the back of my palm. Luckily, I sighted a yellow cab and I ...

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