“Nice digs. I guess you don’t have any trouble paying the rent.” Kenny laughed as Thomas’s eyes scanned the comfortably furnished flat. “I don’t pay rent,” he replied. “I collect it.” Thomas turned around quickly in surprise....
As Thomas wandered along the pavement, still shocked, confused, and completely offended by the story Moji had spined to the HomeCare Agency, he wracked his brain for some kind of plan as to what he...
Thomas was eventually forced to admit that working as a bus conductor was a much more gruelling job than he had anticipated. Alhaji Bashir was right. He did spend a great deal of time yelling...
Mani’s home, with metal grids across the windows and peeling paint, did not appear very different from the other rundown shanties that cluttered the streets. On the inside, however, Mani had created a comfortable place...
Thomas was awakened by the grating sound of the green metal door. He had slept through the night. The officers had returned. The tall one called out his name. “Go,” Kenny said from his throne, lord...
“Hey! Bushman! Where are you?” Thomas heard the shouting but he had no idea how to respond. He was cut and bruised, stripped to his underwear, and trapped in a police cell with some of the...
Every of Thomas Katta’s fears came to life on the night he arrived in Lagos! For many years, the mere mention of Lagos had sent a chilling sensation up his spine; fear fuelled by the stories...
Encouraged by the response to the serialization of our last novel, A DAUGHTER FOR SALE, here, QUICKREAD from Monday, next week, presents CONSPIRACY OF LAGOS, described by many people as a novel that reads like...