Echoes of Betrayal now available on Amazon

You can finally purchase my book in both ebook (Kindle) and Paperback (hardcopy/Print) versions on Amazon HERE.

Read more about the book below.


Echoes of betrayal is a work of fiction in the drama genre. With an African setting, the novel tackles themes of betrayal, divorce, family, love, nature vs nurture, gender inequality, fertility, parenting, culture, religion, and many other issues faced by couples whose relationships have been plagued by betrayal.

Echoes is both an entertainment and inspirational novel. Despite being fictional, the exposition of the novel is neither driven by a complex plot with numerous twists and turns, nor does it promise a fantastical ending or experience. The book is written in a true-to-life form, with characters telling their stories from their points of view; what they saw, what their thoughts were in those moments, why they reacted the way they did, and why they made the decisions they made.

Most importantly, the book endeavours to delve into the hearts and minds of people that have been betrayed or have betrayed their loved ones. It captures both visible and invisible side effects of betrayal on families. It puts to paper the most intimate of thoughts, feelings, doubts, as well as hope for such couples whilst detailing their journey to restoration and recovery. It is my hope that people can relate to the book at a very personal and intimate level.

Through deliberate dramatization of true-to-life events, Echoes of Betrayal will address questions such as; Why do I do the things I do? Why did this happen to me? What do I need to do to earn his/her forgiveness? Did I do something to deserve this? Should I stay, or should I go? Is my relationship worth another chance? How long will I be punished for this mistake? What is the right thing to do? And what about my children?

Echoes of Betrayal introduces us to three main characters/couples; Melvin and Susan, Isaac and Hilary, and Hilda and Bernard. It is a collection of six stories that are entwined and told from the first person narrative. Every detail in the narration, action, reaction, and dialogue is as seen and experienced from the points of view of our protagonists. 


In Rogue’s Shadow – Part Two

Annabel grabbed at her skirts, walked out of the room and onto the terrace overlooking the grounds where party revelers were gathered. She rested both hands over the rail and directed her gaze towards the oval-shaped balloon decorated entrance where a young man she knew to be thirty-one years old was standing.

He had managed to command for himself the attention of everyone present, including the two white fluffy dogs whose breed she could not tell because of the ghastly fusha-coloured garments they had been to wear, obviously against their will.

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In Rogue’s Shadow – Part One

They called him Dexter. Just that. What else do you call a man known for his perfect splendor and insurmountable ambitious accolades except his given name? Dexter.

He never spoke of his father, and those who could did so in whispers. And for that they forgave him for having no last name. In fact, it was a gift born of the cruel circumstances surrounding his birth. Society owed it to him to expect no other name than the one he chose for himself. Dexter.

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When the Candle Burns Out

Theme Song: I’m Never Getting Over You – Gone West


“I’m sorry, I don’t love you.”

Six words that come to my mind everytime am looking at her. She’s smiling at me right now, a double-dimpled smile that would melt the heart of the coldest of men. In her arms she soothes our new born to the sound of Ed Sheeran’s Thinking Out Loud.

It’s a breathtaking scene meant for fairies and saints in a world where villains like me do not exist.

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Seven and Nine

When I was a child, all I ever wanted to be was an adult. Then I woke up one day and wishes had turned to horses except the unicorn had neither wings nor horn. I asked the wise man Mr C why and he said that for me to see them, I had to use my mind’s eyes.  Was he asking me to think like a child or like an adult?  I suspected it was the former but I had bad news for him.

I had no more innocence left in me. In fairytales a kiss awakens a prince but in this life mere words turn to poison the moment they touch the lips. I once lost a portion of my innocence to the tick tock of the clock and later lost the whole lot in deep brown eyes that danced excitedly whenever the host’s tongue spewed venom. The unicorn finally got its wings and in the place of the mind grew its horn.

They tell you 5 + 4 = 9 but so does 7 + 2 and that and that and that. A child knows but the adult understands. What you see isn’t always what you get and sometimes what you get isn’t what you deserve. So what do you wish me to do with mere conjecture my dearest June? He says he loves me to death but he will be loving Pearl tomorrow. My mother insists he’s being truthful on both days. That’s the fault in his nature, she says. It’s like 5+4 but instead of getting 9, you repeatedly keep getting 7 when 9 is what you should be getting. And then one day you wake up and realize 9 too wasn’t it.

So you see June, when that man walked up to me and said he loved me, I looked him in the eye and said, “I love you too.”  You think me cruel but I did us both a favor. He appeared before me in his princely armor on a four wheeled beast with promises of a happily ever after on a Hugh Hefner budget heart. His words reeked of expired saliva from the four wenches he bought from the brothel up on Alm Street that’s right above the Baptist  church. He says he’s looking for a good girl to take to his mother. He thinks I’m it. He’s right. We’re soul mates. We deserve each other.

He doesn’t know. I’m the second wench who was dressed in a black dress with yellow strips around the waist whose tits he said were the best he had ever tasted. Yes we met on Alm Street on a Sunday right outside the Baptist church. But Saturday night was our first. He thinks I’m playing hard to get when I turn down his proposals but he already had me at 7 and 9. I am just waiting for him to realize that 10-1=9 too.

Because when we were kids, all we ever wanted to be was adults. Me a woman, and he a man. We both got what we wanted.

And it was neither 7 nor 9.


Sois mon paradis


🎶 Love me like you do

Ellie Goulding

They say you’re a dreamer. It is not a compliment. They wanna box me. They live in a cocoon and follow a prescribed way of life they’ve come to regard as normal. But you tell me, what would you do if you had the power to turn your wildest dreams to reality? Would you run and hide, or would you close your eyes and surrender to the wind?

They say you’re too deep. It’s a fact you cannot deny. They wish for me to be basic. They sell you fairytales of happily ever after and when you tell them you’ve been to forever one too many times they tell you to live in the moment. But you tell me, would you throw caution to the wind for a fleeting moment that does not speak the language of your soul?  Or would you rather wait for the one who sets your soul on fire?

They say they love you. You don’t feel it. It’s a trap dressed in fool’s gold and it reeks of cheap promises. A white picket fence and a thornless rose garden. But you tell me, would you settle for luxe when you only come alive in the jungle?  Wouldn’t you rather create your own universe, a place where the only rule that applies is the one that brings heaven to you?

There’s always hope for the one who once touched the sky. A packed suitcase in the corner for a journey that might never take flight. Jumping castles might get you off the ground but baby, there’s no home on earth for the one who’s feet once touched heaven.

Mon amour, le paradis est un état d’esprit