
Cheers to 2025
Every New Year holds promise, as though it is any different from the turn of
Episode 3
– The Line
You can catch up on Episode 2 – “The hook” here
The Line
Danny had the faintest idea what he’d find at home. But the last he remembered was Julia’s voice over the mobile phone as he clocked out in shock. Something was not right.
He was now totally in the dark. No phones, no wallet and completely blindsided.
He ran into one of the nurses on the corridor of the hospital on his way out. The nurse tried feebly to stop him from walking out through the emergency exit into the streets, but he breezed right through her as though she was invisible.
He had more important concerns to deal with and being in the hospital bed was an unpleasant distraction he could do without. His anxiety had heightened and nothing mattered until he found his wife in good health.
His mind, although far gone and lost in thoughts, yet his footsteps steadied as he made his way into the hot afternoon sun in search of a yellow cab.

The door to his apartment was slightly ajar when he got home. The locks had been tampered with. Someone must have left in a hurry, he wondered. He barged in assuredly, it was a familiar turf.
He stood right in the middle of his living room looking around for clues like a detective. The emptiness echoed by a deafening silence welcomed him with open embrace. His eyes darted back and forth in search of telltale signs of a struggle or disheveled furniture.

His home felt strange, different, abused and with foreboding lurking within the silence.
His eyes caught the sight of an empty whiskey glass cup at the edge of his expansive marble dinner table. And his wife’s hairpin on the tiled floor. Although the whiskey was a nagging worry, he searched frantically for more clues.
Both objects wouldn’t have been much of a bother until he noticed the blinking notification lights of a mobile phone lying carelessly in between the sofa.
He had never seen this phone before and thankfully it had a bit of battery and was unlocked. Curiosity got the better of him. Whose phone was it?
He swiped through the screen quickly to the dialed call list and was shocked to find just one number. One number dialed every other day for as long as his fingers could swipe.
One very familiar number!
That moment, the questions inside of his head got so numerous, he starts to get a blinding headache as his heart raced the length of his chest and tugs violently at his ribs.
Something just wasn’t right! Where is Julia?
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Stephanie’s countenance comes alive whenever she has a mouthful of her favorite whiskey. Nothing buoyed her spirits with as much gusto as the heightened feeling of being free and happy.

She chose the world she lived in. It was exactly as she wanted it. Her liberation would come at a cost. The cost for which she cared less about. She had for so many years played second fiddle to her wants. All she wanted was a taste of life with reckless abandon and there was no better time than now.
At 29, she is breathlessly beautiful, full of life and sassy. Her face immaculately adorned with modest make-up yet giving her the look of royalty and elegance only few men could resist.
Her fantasy was about to come true and she had it all figured out. A perfect getaway was already in the offing and she had gotten her companion to book a trip to an exotic seaside resort.
For so many years she had longed desperately for the clean fresh air, cold sea breeze, whispering palm fronds and waters the colours of the skies. With the trip booked, the missing puzzle was the man!
She carefully packed her suitcase for the trip, her prized lingerie and everything else in between neatly tucked in for the weekend of her life.
Right inside her head, she craved for the satisfying sight of men stopping in their tracks to stare as she waltz by. She would love to watch as they knocked their drinks off the table the moment she steps into a bar and wink as they drooled over her luscious body.
The weekend was all about her and no one else and she planned to enjoy it to the fullest!
She arrived at the seaside resort in high spirits accompanied by her loyal confidant. She needed his company for protection. That was all he was worth for this trip. His mere presence would scare the Lilly hearted away. Only the best deserved her attention.
She always thought he didn’t approve of her lifestyle. Sometimes he came across as being overly protective of her. But she really didn’t care what he thought about her. He only had to stay out of her hair.
They would share a room at the resort. But that was all they had to do together. As long as he protected her from the sad, evil world, she was okay with it.
That night, while he slept, she snuck out of the deluxe room they lodged. Dressed only in the sexiest lingerie carefully concealed under a pull-over jacket and bum shorts that she had packed for the trip, she made her way to the only bar in the resort. It was late and dark.

When she walked into the bar, it didn’t take long to find that she was the cynosure of all eyes as both the men and their companions swooned on her lustfully as she walked into the VIP lounge where she joined the exclusive list of special guest.
Then she saw him. He was seated on the bar stool across the room. He had the kind of face that stopped you in your tracks. And he looked like he was used to that – the sudden pause in a person’s natural expression when they looked his way, followed by overcompensating with a nonchalant gaze and a weak smile.
His face was strong and defined, his features molded from pure perfection.

She must have been staring too hard because when this chocolate piece of a man turned his gaze at her, she was caught out with a smile and it was a dead giveaway of her invitation.
His eyes widen in surprise like he was trying to place her face and his bent his head in a gesture that suggested that he was picking up the invite.
With the calmness of a lion, majestic and with grace he started the short walk to her side of the lounge. His shirt half buttoned up as she couldn’t see his chest. Part of her wished she could. The other very small part said she should get a hold of herself. She let out a shaky sigh and waited.
She longed for this very moment all her life. And this eye candy was all hers for the night.
That night was the first of their interesting and weird tryst. One person the prey and the other the victim!
His name? ……Alex!
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Alex was a returnee. He left the shores of Nigeria immediately after completing the compulsory youth service to pursue the world of glitz and glam in God’s own country. He thrived best in the neon lights.
He was a dashing young man, no airs, but intelligent and witty with a good sense of humor – enough to have the ladies drooling all over him.
His broad shoulders filled out his shirts nicely and accentuated his impressive dressing style. He was handsome from the depth of his eyes to the gentle expressions of his voice and this won him the admiration of the ladies.
He had quite a reputation too and was reported to be sly and manipulative. He never lost sight of his ultimate objective even when in “love”.
But in faraway Houston city, he hit a purple patch. His well laid out plans did not pan out as he had hoped and it began a downward spiral of fortune.
After he had struggled in futility for a few years failing to break into the big money league, his chickens came home to roost. A failed shambolic marriage to an “Americanah” was the last straw that broke the camel’s back.
His “Americanah” was his supposed last shot to a life of affluence, wealth, lush and opulence in the United States. Like a pack of ill-fated dominoes, his plans fell through in just under nine wasted years. Broke and spent, he desperately reached out to his long standing friend.
He was his closest buddie back in his university days in Nigeria and he was getting on quite well in his career back home. He encouraged him to return home to pick up the pieces of what was left of his life offering him a welcome he just couldn’t resist. A semblance of the life of glitz and glam.
In celebration of his return to Nigeria, his friend had promised an all-expense-paid weekend getaway to a seaside resort somewhere so exotic that there was no way he would turn down the offer. He wondered if perhaps he could restart his fortunes from there.
His friend’s wife, Julia, had suggested the getaway to welcome his buddie. Although Alex had met Julia a couple of times before he travelled out of the country, she didn’t make much of an impression. She would easily pass for an overly polite yet very standoffish woman who came across as almost controlling. And this was the way their mutual friends felt about her too.

His shock at knowing the getaway was her idea was quickly replaced by the excitement of having a weekend of fun and bliss with his best buddie.
His name?…. Danny.
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Every New Year holds promise, as though it is any different from the turn of

In an era that increasingly demands hyper-specialization, Akin Akingbogun stands out as a refreshing anomaly. He is a man who refuses to be confined to a single box.

There is a particular kind of silence that falls on a man when the phone stops ringing, the proposals go unanswered, and the diary that once groaned under the weight of appointments sits quietly — almost mockingly — open. If you have ever been there, you know it.

Let me tell you something uncomfortable: the most generous person you know — the one who volunteers every weekend, donates quietly, never asks for anything in return — is probably getting something out of it. Not money. Maybe not even recognition. But something.

Adaeze had been awake since 4 a.m.
Not because she was anxious — though she was — but because this trip felt different. After eighteen months of follow-ups, phone calls, and PowerPoint presentations polished to a mirror shine, the deal was finally ready to close. An investor meeting in Abuja. A partnership that would change the trajectory of her small but gutsy consulting firm. She had triple-checked her flight, her documents, her outfit. She had prayed. She was ready.

When he told his father, Dare’s first response was a sigh. Then: “I told you to practice more. I told you months ago. You don’t listen. You never listen.”
There was no “I’m sorry, son.” No pause to let the boy simply feel the loss of the thing he wanted. Just a swift, seamless pivot to what Temi had done wrong — and, by extension, how Temi’s failure was evidence of Temi’s failure to take his father’s wisdom seriously.

I want to tell you something that took me embarrassingly long to learn. Not because the idea is complicated — it is not. But because it cuts against something deeply wired in us, something we are rarely honest enough to admit.

You are somewhere between forty and fifty-five. You looked in the mirror recently and had a thought you immediately dismissed. Maybe you googled something at 2am that you would never say out loud. Maybe you bought something expensive and impractical and told everyone it was an investment. Or maybe you just feel — quietly, persistently — like the life you built was supposed to feel better than this by now.

Anton Chekhov was a Russian physician and playwright — a man trained in the discipline of diagnosis before he became one of the most precise storytellers in the history of world literature. That combination of sensibilities matters, because the principle he articulated in the late nineteenth century was not merely a rule of dramatic craft. It was an observation about the nature of significance itself. About what it means for something to be present. About the relationship between introduction and consequence.

There is a prison that has no concrete walls, no iron bars, no guards posted at the gate. Nobody built it for you. Nobody sentenced you to it. And yet, for many people, it is the place they spend the better part of their lives — circling its perimeter, brushing their fingers against its invisible boundaries, and quietly retreating each time they feel the edge of something that might require more of them than they believe they can give.

Picture a hand holding sand. The tighter the grip, the faster the grains escape between the fingers. Ease the grip — open the palm, allow the hand to become a vessel rather than a vice — and the sand stays. This is one of the oldest paradoxes of leadership, and one of the least learned: that control, pursued too aggressively, produces the very loss of control it was designed to prevent.

There is a version of ambition that builds. And there is a version of ambition that consumes. From a distance — and especially from inside it — they look almost identical. Both are energetic. Both are forward-moving. Both speak the language of vision and possibility. The difference only becomes visible later, usually at the point of fracture, when what was built begins to come apart under the weight of what was promised.

There is a particular kind of organisational absurdity that most people who have ever worked in a company will recognise immediately. It is the policy that was clearly designed by someone who has never had to implement it. The restructuring that looked elegant on a slide deck and chaotic on the ground. The customer-facing process that was overhauled by a committee that has not spoken to a customer in years. The directive that arrives from above, fully formed and non-negotiable, that causes the people closest to the work to exchange a look — the kind of look that says, without words: they have no idea what we actually do here.

We have built an entire mythology around exhaustion. In boardrooms and business culture — perhaps nowhere more so than in the high-pressure, always-on professional culture many of us inhabit — busyness has become a currency. To be tired is to be serious. To be overwhelmed is to be important. To be burning out, quietly, is somehow proof that you are fully committed.
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19 thoughts on “Waste of Sin – Episode 3”
Suspense!!!!!! Please what have they done to Stephanie. Where is she oooooo
Lol….. We ll see soon.
Suspense! Wouldn’t wait to know what transpired next between Alex and Stephanie.
A very interesting read
Alfred, just one more episode and you will get even more clarity
The thrill just begun…
I can’t wait for the next episode. The suspence is killing menh.
I love this!
Thank you so much for reading… I always appreciate your comments
So interesting and mind blowing despite the suspense but the suspense is really killing. Nice one sir
Just the next episode and we will get even more clarity. The suspense…. Nhmmm… Can’t promise you it will go away though.
Here comes the twists……
Loving it yeah?
Hmmm…interesting, looks like Stephanie is Alex’s prey and Alex possibly Julia’s predator. Nicely crafted omo Akin.
We should co-author this story, this twist….. Nhmmmmm
Stephanie Stephanie Stephanie…………wats gonna happen to her…….sure there is a link btw Stephanie nd Alex….where is dis heading us ?…..twist aye
Lovely write up,can’t wait to read d nxt epusode
We will have to find out in the next episodes….. And the next….. And the next…. Lol
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Stephanieeee!!! This babe seems exciting.I can’t wait to see what she’ll do next.Thanks for painting a very vivid picture with your words.I felt like I was in the resort with them and witnessed all these first hand.The story drew me in.I love it.
okay…next hmm 🙂
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