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  • Romeo And Violet (Chapter 1)

    Romeo And Violet (Chapter 1)

    Romeo And Violet Chapter 1

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    I was only sixteen years old and in the fifth year in the secondary. I lived with my uncle in a neighbouring town where I schooled because there were no secondary schools in those days in the village. As a result, young boys and girls in the village envied those who schooled in town. It was a rare privilege back then. Those of us who lived and schooled in town used the holiday period to flex in the village and speak big English, thereby intimidating the poor village folks.

    The holiday was the worst time for village guys. That was because, they were very sure of losing their village girlfriends to the students who had come for holiday. The guys worked extremely hard to keep their girls. However, they always failed because the village girls always got carried away by the swagger of the students from town. The students dressed well, spoke big English and sang all the latest Western Hip Hop and Naija Afro Beats. I was one of these students and this is my story.

    I had arrived the village immediately my school closed. I had communicated with my friends and we arranged to hit the village the same day. It was late in the evening when we got to the village. My friends headed for their various houses while I went to mine. My younger sisters and my mum were very pleased to see me. My sisters, especially, couldn’t wait to have me back at home. That was because I always made them merry. I was that kind of person who couldn’t pass you by the corridor without pulling your ears or cracking a joke. They loved my company.

    One morning, my mum woke me early and asked me to go and fetch water from the public tap. I took two twenty liters containers and went to the tap. When I got there, I met a girl of about my own age who had come to fetch water, too. However, because I was a male and stronger, I intimidated her and told her I was going to fill my containers before she filled hers though she got there a few seconds before me, and it was her logical right to fetch before me. She didn’t want any trouble from me, so, she agreed. I was happy that I had intimidated her, but I was in for a little surprise.

    The public tap had this type of faucets that required you to press it at the top for the water to flow. When I stood my container on the ground, I was going to start pressing the tap for it to flow when the girl interrupted. She said she was going to help me do it. I was confused. Was it not that same girl whom I had just maltreated? I was expecting her to be angry with me. What was happening? Why has she instead decided to do me a favour. My conscience almost killed me as I stood there waiting for my containers to be filled while she pressed the tap for me.

    After she was done, I took my containers away and started walking home. I couldn’t even look into her eyes. She had just taught me a very good lesson in life. A lesson I haven’t forgotten to this day. She taught me never to pay evil for evil. I went home feeling guilty and promised myself that if fate allows it, someday, I was going to make it up to her by apologizing.

    The next day, in the evening, my mum announced to everyone that we would be going to the farm the following morning. I hated going to the farm, not because I was lazy, but because the farm was too far. Each time my mum announced that we were going to the farm the next day, I spent the whole night grieving and imagining myself walking such a long distance, carrying a big bag of casava on my head.

    Well, it was my regular job to fetch water whenever I was at the village. But then, my mum had announced we were going to the farm the following morning, and we would be needing water to wash and soak the casava we would harvest from the farm. That meant I had to fetch water that night instead of the following morning. I took my favourite two twenty liters containers and went to the public tap. As fate would have it, the lady I had met the other day, the one who had made me feel guilty because of her kindness was also there. I realized it was my opportunity to make amends.

    “Good morning.” I greeted.

    “Good morning.”

    “My name is Romeo, how about you?”

    “Violet.”

    “Ok, I am sorry about the other day. I shouldn’t have treated you the way I did.”

    “It’s alright. It’s normal with you guys who come from the city, especially the students. You think you have made it in life and can oppress anyone.”

    “Oppress?” I asked. “That is a very strong word na? Anyway, I am making no excuses. Just want you to forgive me.”

    “I did already. I already forgave you.”

    “Thank you.”

    “Welcome.”

    I paused for a while as I watched the steady stream of water filled my containers.

    “Where do you live?” I asked.

    “In the mission compound.”

    “Who do you live with?”

    “With my elder brother and his family. How about you?”

    “I live down there.” I said, pointing to our house which wasn’t far from the public tap.

    “If you live in that house, it means Gift is your sister?” She asked.

    “You are right. She is my younger sister. Do you know her?”

    “Yes, we are friends.”

    My containers were now filled to the brim. I said goodbye and started walking home, staggering under the weight of the two containers I was carrying in both hands. She carried her bucket on her head and went to the opposite direction. After a few seconds, my hands were becoming numb, so, I put the containers on the ground to rest my hands.

    When I did this, I turned around to see if I could steal a glance at her. I regretted that immediately because she turned around at the exact same time, too. Our eyes met and I froze. She smiled, turned around and continued walking gracefully home. I decided that I would make inquiries about her and see what to do next.

    The next morning, my mom, my two younger sisters, Gift and Faith and me were going to the farm, dressed in tattered farm clothing when I saw her. Her brother’s wife might have sent her to get some groceries from a corner store because she was holding a black plastic bag in one had. She looked at me and smiled. I smiled back. I wanted to talk to her but didn’t know how to do that with my mum present. So, I pretended to take a leak while my mum and sisters went ahead. She came close and smiled again.

    “Where are u going to?” I asked.

    “Actually, it’s “coming from”. I am coming from that store there. Went to buy.”

    “Ok, I am going to the farm with my family. Will you be at the tap tonight?” I asked.

    “Maybe, I don’t know yet.”

    “Alright, I will be there.” I told her without anybody asking me.

    “Alright, better start going. Your mum is waiting for you.” She advised.

    “OK. Bye.”

    “Bye”

    I quickened my pace so as to catch up with my mum and sisters. When I caught up with them. My mum asked,

    “What were you and that girl talking about?” She asked.

    “Nothing mum, just about school.” I lied.

    “I don’t believe you. Ome ka nnaya. You are going to be like your father. Be careful. If you get someone’s child pregnant, you are on your own. I have told you my own.” My mum said.

    I smiled. I barely even heard what she said. In my mind, I was seriously waiting for evening to come so that I could be able to see Violet again.

    TO BE CONTINUED

  • Desperate For Love (Chapter 1)

    Desperate For Love (Chapter 1)

    Desperate For Love Chapter 1

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    It was payday. I had just received my salary and as usual, my first priority was my mother. I always sent her monthly allowance even before I went home after work on pay days. She lived in Nigeria, and I lived in Cameroon. Hence, sending her money was a little bit complex. Western Union would be the right choice, but the charges were enormous. So, I decided to use MTN Mobile money to send. It was cheaper, fast and reliable. Haven made up my mind, I went across the road to a mobile money point that was closest to where I work. When I got there, I met a lady and greeted her.

    “Good afternoon”

    “Good afternoon”

    “You do Mobile Money here, I suppose?”

    “Yes, we do. Do you want to send or receive?”

    “Send”

    “Within the country or out of the country?”

    “Out of the country.”

    “Which country?”

    “Nigeria”

    “How much?”

    “50,000”

    I handed the money to her; gave her my mum’s details and she conducted the transaction. A few seconds later, I got a notification from MTN that my transaction was successful. I was about walking out of the place when she said:
    “Hmm! Your mum should be lucky.”

    “How do you mean?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.

    “She has a son who sends her money.”

    “Oh! That? Of course, na. That woman made a lot of sacrifices for me. No matter how broke I am, I must always set aside something for her.”

    “Are you the only child?” She asked.

    “No”

    “You are the first?”

    “No, the fifth.”

    “Wow!! You are the fifth child, and you care about your mother so much? I thought you were the first. Are you the last?” She was persistent. I hated persistence.

    “No, I have two beautiful younger sisters. I am the last male, however.” I told her.

    “Anha!! That makes sense now. Mummy’s boy.” She said and smiled. I laughed out loud. “Your mum should love you a lot.”

    “Of course, she does. She even gave me her father’s name.” I revealed.

    “What’s your name?”

    “John”

    “Old name”

    “I don’t blame you.” I said lightheartedly. And you are Mary?”

    “So, because you are John, I should be Mary?” She asked, smiling.

    “Makes sense to me.” We both laughed.

    “My name is Florence.”

    I didn’t know why she was asking so many questions about me. We had only just met but she was treating me like we had known each other for ages. Like I said, I was just back from work. It had been a long day and I was feeling tired. So, I told her I would be leaving.

    “Anyway, I have to go now.” I spoke. It was a pleasure doing business with you.”

    “The pleasure is all mine.”

    I stepped out of the place and tried to get a bike that would take me home. My car was at the mechanic, and I was scheduled to collect it the following day. I needed change in order to get a bike. I had stopped about four bikes but none of them would accept to carry me because of change wahala. So, I went back to Florence.

    “Can you lend me some coins?” I asked.

    “How much?”

    “Three hundred”

    “Ok”

    “I will stop here tomorrow and reimburse you.” I spoke.

    “You don’t need to. You can keep it.” She spoke.

    “Really?”

    “Yes”

    “Thank you”

    “Welcome”

    She counted the money and gave it to me. Then she spoke again.

    “You have never done your transactions here before? What brought you here today.” She asked.

    Gosh!! I thought in my heart. This girl does nothing but asks questions.

    “No particular reason. I use Mobile Money a lot. So, I always make use of any point I can find.” I explained.

    “Alright, in that case, you can be my regular customer. We can transact anytime, even when you are not around.”

    “Really? In that case, I will need to have your number.” I suggested.

    “Yes, that’s true.”

    I handed my phone to her, and she keyed in her number. I also gave her mine, said goodbye, stopped the next bike and headed home. On my way home, I kept wondering why she had taken such a keen interest in me. I was asking myself; is that how she behaved with all her customers, or was it just me? Anyway, I decided to get it of my mind. I was already very tired and needed to get home and have a good rest.

    It was a Saturday and that meant the following day, I wouldn’t be going to work. I was in my living room that evening, reclining on my favourite Sofa, watching Dilemma on African Magic Showcase and reading interesting stories on a Facebook page called Stories of My Life when I saw a WhatsApp notification from Florence.

    “Hi handsome” it read.

    “Hi”

    “How are you this evening?”

    “Good and you?”

    “Great, I am sure you have eaten and rested.” She asked.

    “Of course, I have. How about you?”

    “Same”

    “Okay”

    “Will you go to church tomorrow?” She asked.

    “No”

    “Why”

    “No particular reason”

    “Ok what will you be doing after church hours?” She asked.

    “Nothing”

    “We could hang out if you like. What do you think?” She proposed.

    “Where?”

    “That new place below SWECOM. I hear its dope.” She spoke.

    “Alright, see you tomorrow then. I will call you when I am free. Bye.”

    I went back to watching TV. But I kept wondering what she wanted. At first, I was scared. Then my fear turned to excitement. I decided that come tomorrow, I would try to see what kind of a girl she was and who knows what might happen after?

    TO BE CONTINUED

  • The Witch’s Daughter (Chapter 1)

    The Witch’s Daughter (Chapter 1)

    The Witch’s Daughter Chapter 1

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    đŸ€· The Witch’s Daughter Chapter One:

    I was only five years old and we had just moved into that neighbourhood. My father worked at the hospital, which required us to move a lot. The hospital, which was run by a church, had a habit of transferring its hospital staff to a new station every after about six years. That’s how we happened to find ourself in that town and in that neighbourhood. Under normal circumstances, we were supposed to live in the hospital compound. The hospital actually had a compound for its staff. However, we were told it was full. We had no choice but to seek accommodation in town.

    My family was composed of my dad, mum, younger sister and I. My younger sister was three and had just started school before we were forced to move. My mum was a teacher in the private sector and my dad as you already know, was medical personnel.

    It was difficult for us to have accommodation. However, my dad was advised to seek the help of a housing agent. While our belongings were packed at the hospital store room, we had to wait another two weeks before we could get a call from the agent. He asked my dad to see him in his office the following day. He said he had been able to secure for us a good apartment for a family our size. My dad was very pleased and promised to see him the next day without fail. The next day, my dad took me along in his car to see the agent. We got to his office some thirty minutes later and this conversation followed.

    “Good Day, Sir and welcome.” The agent said.

    “Good Day, young man. How are you?”

    “I am fine, Sir.”

    “So, any luck yet? Have you been able to get an apartment for me like you promised you would?” My dad asked.

    “Yes, Sir. I have. A nice apartment. I hope you will love it.”

    “I hope so too. But why did you say that?” My dad asked, bewildered.

    “The neighbourhood, Sir. I am not a very big fan of that neighbourhood. In fact, I am not crazy about that neighbourhood at all.” The agent said, sweating.

    “Why? What is wrong with the neighbourhood?’ My dad asked.

    “It is said that witches and wizards inhabit the neighbourhood. Terrible things have been happening in that neighbourhood. In fact, a lot of terrible stories have been coming from that part of town.”

    My dad was a devout Christian. As much as he believed evil spirits exist, he also believed strongly in the holy spirit. Stories of ghosts and evil spirits didn’t scare him. He believed nothing under the sky can harm him as long as his faith and trust in God was unshaken.

    “Tell me some of the stories of that neighbourhood you have heard about.” My dad said.

    “Are you sure you really want to hear?” The agent asked.

    “I do. Please tell me. I am, a busy man and I don’t have time to waste. Go on with your stories about painted devils.” My dad was getting impatient.

    “Sir, the stories are real. These stories are not about painted devils. They are real. For example, the mother of the lady who owns the apartment I am getting for you was said to be a witch. She has died, anyway. However, rumour has it that, the landlady was her favourite child. She therefore passed on all her witchcraft to her before dying. It is rumoured that she killed her husband, that is the father of the landlady.” The agent narrated.

    My dad didn’t seem to be scared by the stories. In addition to his strong and unwavering believe in God, my dad was also a very stubborn man. He was also very adventurous, a trait I had unfortunately acquired.

    “The father of the landlady; was he rich?” My dad asked the agent.

    “Very rich, Sir. Very, very rich.” The agent said.

    “That explains it.” My dad said, laughing. “Whenever a rich man dies, people always accuse his poor and innocent wife. That is Africa. I don’t believe any of your stories. Let’s talk about the rents, terms and conditions and when I am moving in.”

    “Ok, Sir. If you say so. I just said I should tell you what I need to tell you, so that you don’t say I hid anything from you in the future.” The agent said.

    “Alright, thank you. Now let’s get to the real business of the day.” My dad had really become impatient now.

    “The apartment costs 50,000 a month. You have to pay one-year rents upfront.”

    “Ok, what else?”

    “There are just two apartments in that particular building. Yours is at the right-hand corner. The landlady also lives in the compound. Her own apartment is directly opposite yours. However, there is a huge space separating the two buildings. You can move in as soon as you are able to pay the money.” The agent explained.

    “That will be tomorrow. I will pay tomorrow, clean the house and moving in the day after. Now take this.” My dad said, handing him the agency fees.

    “Thank you, Sir. Thank you very much. I appreciate.”

    “That’s alright, young man. Now any other ghost stories?” My dad asked with a smile on his face.

    “None whatsoever, Sir.” The agent said. I suspected in his mind, he said, “You will find out for yourself.”

    My dad asked me to get into the car and we drove off. As we drove home, he warned me not to tell my mum anything about the agent’s stories. He made me to expressly promise him I wouldn’t. I did promise I wouldn’t and I had no intentions of not keeping my promise. My dad was not the kind of person whose promise you would break in any circumstance. He was a great disciplinarian but very caring and loving.

    My dad hadn’t believed anything he was told by the agent. To him it was an old wives’ tale. To him it was stories men told each other when they were drinking at their ogogoro joints. However, as young as I was, I believed the agent and I was very angry at my dad for making me promise not to say anything to my mum.

    I believed the agent because I had experienced some strange things in our former station. I couldn’t tell if they were real or not but they were very vivid and explicit. One day, while I was at the back of the house, I had seen witches, carrying little babies on their backs, dancing. They disappeared as soon as they realized I had seen them. At night I was always seeing a black head always looking and blinking at me. I also once had a hallucination where some wizards were trying to kill me and my dad was begging them not to. Suddenly my dad was dragged away and as they attempted to strike me; my three years old younger sister appeared in the form of an angel with a halo around her head and saved me.

    I had never told anyone any of these devilries. As young as I was, I kept them in my mind. I decided that as we moved into the new house, if my father didn’t want to take any precautions, I would. For the sake of my mum and younger sister.

    TO BE CONTINUED

  • The Fallen Angel (Chapter 1)

    The Fallen Angel (Chapter 1)

    The Fallen Angel Chapter 1

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    đŸ€· The Fallen Angel Chapter One:

    It is said that, a very long time ago in heaven, there was a war. Some angels who had gone renegade decided to rise up against The Maker. However, their plot failed because The Maker and His heavenly angels, fought back viciously and of course, He is the Almighty and He won. The story didn’t however, end there. The renegades were exiled and sent out of heaven above. Some fell in the sea, some on land and some stayed in the air.

    Those who fell in the seas of course had to adapt to aquatic life. They had to look like the creatures of the sea in order to fully adapt. That’s how mermaids and mermen came about. Those that fell on land became demons on the land and those that hung in the air became demons of the air. They are widely know as fallen angels.

    The almighty, in spite of His victory over the renegades, was generous enough not to take back their powers. They kept their powers and that is why they can be able to harm us today. It is said that native doctors, soothsayers and even some men of God tap their powers from them. As for the story about men of God dear readers, never accuse a man of God of getting his power from a questionable source. For starters, you don’t have any proof. So, attacking him would mean going against bible principles which say “Touch not my anointed and do my prophet no harm.”

    However, in spite of the fact that these spirits have powers, they have one limitation. They can’t exist in physical form. Hence they need a body to possess. Here in Africa, and you might have watched it in many horror films, evil spirits possess dogs, cats and owls. They also do possess humans.

    Many years ago, I was told of a story where a man was bitten by his own cat; a cat that he loved and trusted and had lived with for many years. The cat bit him and would not let go. It burried its fangs in the man’s leg and stayed there. All his attempts to remove the cat’s teeth were futile. Finally he resorted to strangling the cat. He strangled the cat until the cat was killed. Then and only then was he able to free his foot from the cat’s vice-like grip. The cat was buried at the back of the house, beside the refuse dump. But the story didn’t end there.

    Whenever this man or his family was going to dump dirt in the refuse pit, they would see the cat’s ghost, chasing them. It happened for a long while and they had to fimally vacate that house. Animals are genrally believed to not have a soul or a spirit. However, that particular cat was extrordinary. It was most likely possessed.

    It is very important to give a Christian burial to a loved one. I will explain why. Africans genrally believe that a dead person can resuurect and cause harm to the living. However, the Christian bible debunks that. If you read Ecclesiastes 9:5-6, it says the dead have no connection to the living. So if people say that they have seen the ghost of your loved one roaming the streets and haunting people at night, you should refuse to believe. This is what might have happened: an evil spirit might have possessed the body of your loved one and now moves around causing havoc. That is why a Christian burial is important. With a Christian burial, no evil can come around the grave of your loved one.

    Fallen angels do move and live around us in the guise of humans. That is why we have to be very, very careful in this life. In fact, being careful in the way you live your life should be your first, second, third, fourth and fifth concern.

    Many years ago, while I was a teacher, I actually did come into contact with a fallen angel. She was my student. I even fell in love with her. It is a long story but I will try to make it short for you.

    TO BE CONTINUED

  • The Money Or Your Life (Chapter 1)

    The Money Or Your Life (Chapter 1)

    The Money Or Your Life Chapter 1

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    đŸ€· The Money Or Your Life Chapter One:

    It was a going to be a bright morning. It was only 6:00 AM yet, the morning sun had already risen. That was what helped me to get out of bed early. My wife of three months had woken up earlier than me. She had therefore shifted the drapes, thereby letting in the sun through the glazed windows. That was a ritual she performed every morning in order to wake me up early.

    If she didn’t do that, I sure would go late to work every day. Not that I was a lazy man, the fact was that my job was very physically demanding. Hence, I came home late every day and therefore needed time to recover from all the stress of the day.

    I was a railway engineer. A new railway was being built to connect our town with the neighbouring one, in order to facilitate movement and trade. That was where I worked. Somedays, I worked from dawn to dusk, and by the time I got home to meet my beautiful wife, it was already past 8:00 PM.

    My wife wasn’t happy with the nature of my job. Several times, she had told me that I should resign and move to another city. I had blatantly refused. However, she was pregnant now, and as a result, I was seriously beginning to consider changing my job.

    I wanted to give myself a year or two before quitting. I wanted to pool some resources together, save enough money before moving to a new town. My wife was going to have a baby, and I wanted us to have a comfortable life when we eventually move to a new city. I had had a very difficult childhood. I didn’t want my children to go through the same ordeal. However, something happened to me that made me quit my railway job earlier that I had anticipated.

    One day, I was working late. It was almost 7:30 PM now and most of the workers had already gone home. I was the foreman, and therefore had to wait for everyone to close before leaving. I was going upstairs to the main company building to check a few things when I heard gunshot sounds. The sounds were coming from a nearby bush. I immediately laid on the floor so as to avoid being hit by a stray bullet.

    The shootout lasted for about forty minutes, and then stopped. I waited for another thirty minutes, just to make sure everything was fine again. When I was sure, I continued my ascent to the third floor of the building. When I got there, I turned on the fog security lights. I peeped through the glazed windows of the third-floor lobby, and what I saw shocked me. There were four corpses lying on the grass. I now realized that there had been a shootout between the police and some armed robbers.

    Four of the armed men laid dead. I was scared to my bones. I didn’t know how I was going to get home. The police might still be around, and since it was dark, mistake me for an armed robber and gun me down. I sat down on a chair close to the window and contemplated my next move. Then something caught my attention outside, and I shifted the drapes and peeped.

    It was evident that one of the robbers hadn’t been killed. He was crawling in the bush, about thirty meters from the scene of the shooting. It was not his crawling that got my attention. It was the fact that he was carrying a bag. The bag seemed to be very precious to him, judging by the way he held it.

    I watched him intently, wanting to see what he was up to. When he had made a good distance from the shooting scene, he pulled out a knife and started digging a hole. He dug for about thirty minutes, then put the bag in the hole, covered it with earth and put some dried leaves and twigs on top. He dusted his hands, cleaned his knife, stood up and left.

    I waited for about an hour, and when I was sure he was really gone, I went down the stairs two at a time, got out of the building and cautiously went to where the bag had been buried. I looked carefully about me to make sure I wasn’t being followed or watched. When I was sure no one other than me was around, I started digging the hole. I removed the bag, opened it and almost screamed. It was full of dollar notes. Hundreds and hundreds of them, carefully stacked. I looked around me again to make sure that no one was watching me. There was no one. I took the bag and ran towards the railway building.

    I couldn’t believe my luck. I had wanted to save up enough money before quitting the railway job. However, fate had made me rich beyond my wildest imagination. There was almost five hundred thousand dollars in that bag. That would make me richer than most of the rich men in town. I couldn’t believe my luck and I was super excited. When I got to the railway building, I collected a few personal belongings and was about to start walking to where I would get a taxi home when I heard a voice behind me. I looked behind and saw two men with guns.

    “Drop that bag and walk away if you want to be alive.” One of them spoke. He was big, dressed in black jeans and black T shirt and wore dark glasses, in spite of the darkness.

    “Why?” It’s not your bag, is it?” I asked, trembling. The risk I was taking was enormous, but so was the money. I had already started seeing life differently. There was no way I was going to give up that money easily.

    “You apparently want to get killed.” The guy with the glasses said. “Look here young man, a lot of people have died because of this money. I don’t want your blood added to it. Kindly drop the bag and be on your way.”

    Instead of me to drop the bag, I ran into the building as he fired twice and missed. He followed me into the building but didn’t know how to find me. I worked in the building and therefore knew my way around. I hid behind a huge cupboard at the ground floor conference room of the building. I could hear their footsteps as they moved around, looking for me. When I was sure that they had gone to another room, I left my hiding place and ran towards the backdoor. I as I ran, I tripped over a chair. The sound of me tripping over the chair drew their attention and the came towards my direction. It was already too late for them. I was out of the building, running away in the dark. They fired at will in the dark, but none of the bullets got me.

    From the railway building to my house was about three hours distance on foot. I couldn’t take the risk to go into the open and try to get a cab. I would be too risky. The armed men might spot me and end my life prematurely. I decided that I would take a path through the bushes. It was a path I knew very well. I was a railway worker and was very used to the bushes around. However, taking the bush path meant a good deal of trekking. I decided that the trekking was worth it, as long as the money and me were safe.

    It was very dark, and my only source of light was the screen of my android phone. I could not use the torchlight of the phone. It was too bright and could draw unnecessary attention to me. By the light of the screen of my phone, I traversed through the lonely bush paths, clutching the bag tightly to my body. Anyone who wanted to get that bag from me had to kill me first. It was over my dead body that I would allow anyone get that money from me.

    In my mind, I was already stinkingly rich. I was already deciding the number of cars I would drive. I would build a big mansion and live like a king. No!! I wouldn’t build a house. I would take me too much time to build a house so, I would just buy one. I would buy a big and nice house. Everybody in the city would have respect for me. I will be in the corridors of power in the city. I would start being invited to where all the big people in the city were invited to. I could not believe my luck.

    However, another voice was speaking to me. The voice was telling me to go to the police and hand the money to them. I might be rewarded for being a good citizen. I rejected that voice immediately. Why take the money to the corrupt police? They would accuse me of armed robbery, throw me in jail and divide the money amongst themselves. I would never go to the police. The money looked like government money and a lot of government officials do steal government money. Many have been put in jail for that. So, why should I return the money. The money was God’s gift to me, and I won’t part even with a single note.

    Another thought came to me. People have died because of the money. That meant the money was blood money. It would be a good thing for me to dissociate myself from anything related to the money. Maybe I should just go to the police or hand the money to the armed men who were after me. But those guys wouldn’t spare me. I was sure they would still want to kill me for putting them through all that trouble. I had seen their faces, and that was enough motivation for them not to let me live. I decided that it was too late to return the money now, even if I had wanted to. The money is mine. I would take the risk.

    It had been close to three hours and thirty minutes now. I had left the bushes and was in my neighbourhood. Almost everywhere was quiet. Most people had gone to bed already. I walked cautiously and sneakily as I approached the compound where I lived. Every now and then, I looked over my shoulders to make sure I wasn’t being followed.

    I rounded a corner and came in full view of my house. What I saw shocked me, and I ran back around the corner. Parked in front of my house, was a Lexus Jeep. Standing beside the jeep, was the guy with the glass, holding a gun.

    TO BE CONTINUED

  • My Married Girlfriend (Chapter 1)

    My Married Girlfriend (Chapter 1)

    My Married Girlfriend Chapter 1

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    I had had a long day at work so, it was a relief when the bike man dropped me in front of my house. I planned to have a cool bath, have a hearty meal, and then have some rest. After that, I planned to go out to catch fun with my friends. It was Friday and that meant I wasn’t going to work the next day which was of course, Saturday. I lived on the third floor, and that meant I had to pass by my neighbours’ apartments before going into mine. Most of my neighbours were in front of their apartments but I didn’t greet any one of them.

    A long time ago, I had made the decision of never interacting with my neighbours. I had learnt a bitter lesson. Back in the days when I was still a student in the university, I was a neighbour to these three beautiful girls who lived in an apartment that was close to mine. Since they were all girls, I was like the only brother they had. We functioned and did everything like siblings. Then, one day, everything changed.

    It all started when their apartment was almost burgled by armed robbers. As the men of the underworld tried to force their door open, they shouted for help desperately and called for me to come to their aid. I was deep asleep in our own apartment when as if in a dream, I heard someone screaming and shouting my name. I slowly came back to consciousness and realized that it was real. My neighbours were under attack and they were calling me for help.

    With my instincts acting faster than my reasoning, I got up from bed and rushed to the main door of our house. I was surprised to find my uncle there. He had also heard the desperate screams and had wanted to help. But how could we? The robbers were armed, and we weren’t. It was risky for us to open our door at that ungodly hour of the night. Luckily for us, and for the girls too, the robbers panicked because of their screams, and ran away. The following day, they stopped talking to me. They were angry that I didn’t come to their rescue when they needed me.

    After about a month, one day, I went and met them and apologized. I made them to understand that I really wanted to help them, but I was scared for my own life. The robbers were obviously armed, and I wasn’t. Reluctantly, one after the other, they saw reason with me and forgave me. We became friends again, but this time around, there was mutual suspicion between us. Just when we were trying to patch up our relationship, another incident happened. Someone broke into their apartment while they were at work, and stole their gas cylinder.

    I didn’t even know a thing like that had happened, and neither did they tell me. I only realized that they had once again stopped talking to me. By now, I was tired of their nonsense, and this time around, I decided to keep my distance. Then, I realized that each time I was leaving the house or going into the house, my neighbours were always whispering among themselves and fidgeting. I couldn’t understand what was happening. However, the mystery was soon solved. My uncle’s wife called me and told me that it was rumoured that I had stolen their gas cylinder.

    I felt very bad. I didn’t just feel bad because I was being wrongly accused, I felt bad because no one had confronted me about it. Instead, they were defaming my character and spoiling my good name in the whole neighbourhood. Any other person would have confronted them and raised hell. However, I was not any other person. So, I decided to finally cut them off. Luckily for me, after about a week, it was discovered that the gas cylinder was stolen and sold by their younger cousin who had just moved in from the village.

    Anyway, that was back in my university days. Today, as I mounted the stairway that led to my third-floor apartment, I put my hands in my pocket to get my keys, but pocket was empty. I checked all the other pockets, but they were all empty. I searched the bag I always carried with me, but it was also empty. I was frustrated. With all the exhaustion after a long day at work, I still couldn’t get into my house. I wondered where I might have dropped my keys. I had made a few stops on my way home. I had stopped at a bakery where I had purchased some beverages. I had also stopped at a Mobile Money joint. I didn’t know at which of them I might have dropped my keys.

    I called a colleague of mine that I had spent most of the day with. But she said she hadn’t seen my keys. I had my office keys with me, but not my house keys. I had always thought of putting the keys together, but I hadn’t until now. I called the attendant of the Mobile Money joint, but she said she hadn’t seen my keys either. The next place to check was the bakery. However, I didn’t have their number. I didn’t know what to do. It was about 7:00 PM now and I feared the bakery might have been closed, since there was a curfew put in place by the local government for all shops to close by 8:00 PM latest.

    As exhausted as I was, I had no choice but to go back to the bakery to check. Unfortunately for me. It took me about twenty minutes just to get a bike. By the time I got to the bakery, it had already closed. I was terribly vexed. What was I going to do? The only person I met was the security guy. I begged him to give me the number of the lady who had the bakery. He refused at first. But when I oiled his lips with 2k, he gave me the number.

    I called the lady who owned the bakery to asked her if she had seen my keys.

    “Hello, Mam” I said.

    “Hello, who is this?”

    “Val, your regular customer. I was at your place today to get some stuffs for myself.” I reminded her.

    “Oh! Val, how are you? How did you get my number?” She asked.

    “Your security guy gave me because I badly needed it.”

    “What is the matter? I hope you are alright?”
    She sounded worried.

    “Not really, as I speak to you now, I can’t get into my house. I have lost my keys. I am calling to find out if I had mistakenly left it at your bakery and you had found them later and kept for me.” I spoke.

    “I am sorry, I haven’t seen your keys. I am so sorry. I hope you find them.”

    “It’s alright, Mam. Thank you for your time.” I said and dropped.

    I didn’t know what to do next. My door was an iron door and breaking it would cost a lot of money to repair. It wouldn’t even be easy, and I would run into trouble with my landlord. I stood by the side of the road, thinking, then I remembered that I had once kept a spare key in a drawer in my office. My face brightened a little by this memory.

    I went back to my place of work and the gate was firmly locked. I banged the gate, and the security guy flashed his flashlight.

    “Who is there?” He asked, rudely.

    “It’s Val”

    “Who is Val?”

    “Mr. Valentine Babalola.”

    “Sir, you and the CEO told me I shouldn’t open the gate to anyone when it is late. I am sorry, I can’t open the gate for you.”

    “Are you drunk, Mr. Okpara?” I asked in anger. “If you don’t open this gate right now, you will run into serious trouble with me tomorrow.”

    “I am sorry, Sir. I am only following orders. Very soon, you and the boss will start saying I can’t keep to simple instructions.”

    “I am promising you that I will quite literally strangle you if I get my hands on you, idiot. Will you come and open this gate, my friend.

    He finally conceded and opened the gate. As soon as he did, I pushed the gate violently and got in. He had quickly shifted to about ten maters away, for fear of what I might do to him. I looked at him at with a serious stare for about ten seconds and then spoke.

    “Will you come and open the main door of the building for me, you drunkard.”

    “Ok, Sir.”

    He opened the door for me, and I got into my office and retrieved the spare key. As I was walking out of the compound, he said:

    “Goodnight, Sir.”

    “Bad night to you.” I replied. “If you like, keep drinking.”

    I felt a bit better. I was finally going to enter my house after a long day. It was about 10:00 PM. I got a bike and headed home. As I was going home, I taught of security guy. He was a lovable guy, in spite of his crave for alcohol. He was an ex-military, and we had hired him because of his military experience.

    I was home now. I had bathed now, eaten and rested. I was in the living room watching CNN when my phone rang. I picked immediately and it was the bakery lady.

    “Hi Val”

    “Hi Mam”

    “Have you found the keys?” She asked.

    “No”

    “Then what are you going to do? Where are you going to sleep this night?”

    “I have used the spare key, Mam.”

    “Oh! That’s good. I was so worried about you. I really felt bad, especially as the rain had started falling. Fine boys like you don’t need to be stressed.” She spoke.

    “It’s okay, Mam. I am good now.”

    “Don’t call me “Mam”, you make me feel old. Just called me Larisa.”

    “Hmmm!!”

    “Hmmm too!!” She laughed. “Anyway, I want you to pass by the bakery tomorrow when you are going home from work. I have something for you.”

    TO BE CONTINUED

  • Unholy Matrimony (Chapter 1)

    Unholy Matrimony (Chapter 1)

    Unholy Matrimony Chapter 1

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    It was December again, and that meant that the Christmas holiday was around the corner. It was a holiday I had anticipated so much. For the past two years, I had given all to my job and hadn’t travelled out of town, not even to the nearest town. So, I decided that as soon as the holiday began, I would be traveling out of the country to see my family.

    After a few weeks of waiting, the holiday did finally come. As soon as I signed out of work, I went to the bank and withdrew enough money. I needed enough money with me because I had projects that I had to do in Nigeria as soon as I got there. It was also the first time my mum would be seeing me in almost four years. The same applied to the rest of my family. They had been praying and fasting for me to come home. Their prayers had been finally answered.

    Very early in the morning on Tuesday, that was around 4:00 AM, I woke up from bed and started packing my stuff into two bags. One of the bags was a valise and the other was a backpack. I removed my clothes from the wardrobe, placed them on my bed and looked at them, wondering which one to take and which one not to. Confused, I decided to get help from my personal designer; a bosom friend of mine who lived in the UK.

    I got my phone, went to WhatsApp and called her on video. Luckily, she was online and picked only after a few rings.

    “Hi, Cara”

    “Hi DoziĂ©. You are up this early? I thought you said you would be leaving by 9:00 AM?” She asked.

    “Yes, but I need to pack. That’s why I got up this early. How about you? Why are you up this early?”

    “I hardly sleep these days. Maybe it’s thanks to the change of environment for me. You know I have only come here recently.”

    Needless to say, she helped me do the parking. After I was done, I freshened up, knelt down and prayed to God for journey mercies. The road to Nigeria was a volatile road and anything could happen at any time. After I had prayed, I sneakily went out of the compound, making sure none of my neighbours knew I was traveling out of the country. I got a bike and headed straight for the Mambanda Park. As soon as I got there, I was fortunate enough to get a transportation car that was almost half full. I thanked God for his grace However, that was not all I noticed at the park.

    Standing beside the car I was going to take, was a girl who caught my attention immediately. She smiled when our eyes met and then turned her attention to something else. I couldn’t get her off my mind. So, in my mind, I prayed that she should take the same vehicle as me.

    Soon the driver came and asked us to give our fares.

    “How much is the fare, driver?” I asked.

    “Ten thousand.”

    “That’s high na, driver. Can’t you take nine?”

    “Chairman, that’s the standard price, and remember you are going to Ekok, not Mamfe. You know how unpredictable that road is these days.”

    “Alright, I will pay.” I said, opened my wallet and removed a clean ten thousand note and handed to him. As I did that, I noticed by the corner of my eyes that the beautiful lady was also having her money in her hand, intending to pay the driver, the same driver. My heart leapt with joy. That meant she was going to take the same vehicle as me. As I was putting my wallet back in my pocket, I noticed that she was having a small argument with the driver. The driver seemed to want her to pay extra fare because of the bags she was carrying. I watched with interest as the verbal fencing progressed. I don’t know what she did or said to the driver, but I saw the driver held her around the neck as if she was going to strangle her. That was my cue.

    I quickly moved towards them and intervened. I asked the driver to let her go. After a little dragging and pushing, a little insult here and a little there, he let her go. She moved away from him and began adjusting her dress. I asked what the matter was, and I was told that they needed her to pay an extra two thousand for her baggage. In order to solve the problem, I gave the driver two thousand and everything was settled.

    We all got into the car and the driver kickstarted the vehicle and we drove off. In the car, no one talked to the other. However, when we reached Mamfe, she broke her silence.

    “I want to thank you for coming to my rescue, and for the money you paid in my stead.”

    “That’s alright. Most of these drivers are unscrupulous. They always try to swindle any unsuspecting young lady they meet.”

    “You are a good man.” She spoke.

    “You think so?”

    “Yes”

    “Alright”

    “So where are you headed for?” She asked.

    “Warri, how about you?”

    “Lagos”

    “That’s a long way off.”

    “Yes, it is. But I am prepared for it.” She was confident.

    “You are a strong lady.” I spoke.

    “You think so?”

    “Stop repeating my words.” I said in mock reproach and we both laughed at this.

    About an hour later, after all the numerous checkpoints, we got to Ekok. The border town with Nigeria. As soon as we alighted the vehicle, we exchanged numbers. As I saved her number, I asked her name.

    “What’s your name?”

    “Celine, and you?”

    “DoziĂ©, our journey ends here. Hope you travel safely to Lagos.”

    “Why? Can’t we cross the border together?”

    “Nope, I have someone who is coming all the way from Ikom to get me. I have to be going now. I have just called him, and he said he was on his way.”

    “Oh!! That’s good for you.”

    “Yeah, but don’t worry. As soon as I get to Nigeria, I will text you, alright.”

    “Yes, travel safe, good man.”

    I smiled at that last statement. I said goodbye to her and her and moved towards a woman who sold yams. I sat in her stall as I waited for my ride from Ikom. About thirty minutes later, he parked in front of the stall, put my luggage in his trunk and asked if I want to do exchange of currency. I answered in the affirmative. So, went to a currency exchange dealer and bought Nigerian Naira. After that, we got into the car and left.

    The driver was a veteran around the border area. Most of the immigration officials and border guards knew him. They even had a nickname for him. Therefore, our crossing into Nigeria was easier than I had thought.

    Some hours later, I was at Warri. When I got to the park, I didn’t know how to get home. Many bike men and keke men approached me and asked where I was going. However, I was apprehensive. I had heard many stories about Nigeria and especially about Warri. I didn’t want anyone to take advantage of me. In spite of the fact that I was a black man in a black country, everyone I came across was still able to know that I came from another country. My pidgin English, especially, gave me away. As I stood there wondering what to do, a girl who seemed to have been watching me, walked up to me.

    “Hello, how are you?” She asked.

    “I am good, thank you. How are you, too?” I asked, scanning her from her head to her toe.

    “I am good, you look lost.”

    “I am not. Do I look lost?” I asked.

    “You look like you are not from around here.”

    “Yes, I just came into the country. I am wondering how to get a bike, a keke, anything that will take me home. Can you please, help me?”

    “I know you are scared.” She laughed. “Don’t worry, I will get you a reliable keke man.”

    Soon, one keke man approached us. She stopped him and after haven asked for the directions to my house, I got in. She assured me that the keke man was genuine and would take me to my destination safely. As the man drove off, I kept wondering where the lady had come from. Why had she taken a special interest in me and why had she decided to help me. She was a real Igbo girl, dark and beautiful and seemed to be in her mid-twenties.

    Soon the Keke man rounded a corner I was familiar with and reached our house. There was loud cheering as my mum, brothers and sisters came to welcome me. Everyone was so happy to see me again. There were lots of hugs, kisses and some tears too. Finally, all the noise went down, and we moved into our house.

    A week later, after I had settled in the village, my mum called me into her bedroom.

    “Son, remember you told me to get a good village wife for you, right?”

    “Yes, mom. Did you find one for me?”

    “Yes, my son. I found one from a good family.”

    “What’s her name, Mum?”

    “Olamma”

    “Wow!! I love the name. It means she is a jewel of beauty.”

    “Yes, my son.”

    “How soon do I meet her, mum.”

    “Today, I asked her to come to the house today.”

    An hour later, I was at the back of the house, enjoying the breeze when my younger sister, Ifunanya, came running. She said my mum wanted to see me at the living room. I went to the living room immediately. As soon as I got through the door, I stopped in my tracks in wonder. Sitting in one of the armchairs, very close to my mum, was the same girl who had helped me get a keke when I was stranded. She was Olamma.

    TO BE CONTINUED

  • WIDOWED (Chapter 1)

    WIDOWED (Chapter 1)

    Widowed Chapter 1

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    “We thank God for the life our dear sister who has departed from this world, this fateful day. We draw consolation from the fact that she’s now resting in the glory our Lord Jesus Christ. Death is a necessary evil and it is given unto man to die at the appointed time….”

    That was the pastor speaking. I could not believe my eyes. I have been left alone, with six kids, all females to take care of. My beautiful wife of many years was gone. What was I going to do?

    The funeral was over now. I was back home, reclining on a giant sofa, half asleep and thinking of many things. I was suddenly taken out of my reverie by my youngest daughter who had just returned from school. She was just three years old and bore a striking resemblance to her mother.

    I quickly wiped the tears away from my eyes. I had been thinking about her mother while I sat on the sofa. I had been sobbing and didn’t want her to see my tears. As soon as she showed up, I wiped my eyes and put on a sweet smile.

    “Daddy, I am back.” She said
    “Welcome my dear.” I said, hugging her. “How was school today?”
    “Good, daddy.”
    “Ok, that’s my girl. Now go inside and ask Bessem to take off your uniform and give you food to eat.” I told her.
    “No, I want to stay her with you.” She hesitated.

    How could I send her away from me. Ever since her mum left, she had become so attached to me. I know I was spoiling her by allowing her to do whatever she wants, but I couldn’t help it. I called Bessem to come to the living room and remove her uniform. She did without hesitation. She also brought food for the young lady to eat.

    Bessem was my eldest daughter. A child I had in my youth, with my beautiful wife. She has been so helpful since her mum left. In fact, she now runs the home. I thank God for her. Having a new wife was unthinkable for me at that point in time. The memories of my wife was still fresh in my memory. I had made up my mind I was going to stay for at least six years before even thinking of remarrying.

    However, that’s not the end of the story. In fact, it’s not even the beginning. It all started many years ago when I left the village to start a new life in Yaounde…

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  • For Belcy Or For Worst (Chapter 2)

    For Belcy Or For Worst (Chapter 2)

    For Belcy Or For Worst Chapter 2

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    It had been two weeks now and Belcy had been getting worst. It had kept me in a terrible mood. Belcy was someone I had seen an angel in. I badly wanted her to be ok again so that we could carry on with our plans.

    My mum was back in the country. I had decided to wait until she had fully settled down before approaching her with Belcy’s issue. When I was sure I was ready, I walked up to my mum one day when my dad was away and we had this conversation.

    “Good morning, mum.” I said.

    “Good morning, son. How are you?”

    “Good, mum. There is something I wish to discuss with you. I need to ask a favour from you. It’s a difficult one and I am hoping you will help me in this.” I said, sitting down.

    “What is it, son? Please tell me.”

    “Promise me that you won’t refuse, mum.”

    She had been reading a newspaper, now she put the paper on the table, removed her reading glasses and peered at me intently.

    “You know I don’t make promises. So, go ahead and tell me what you want. Have you gotten Belcy pregnant? If that’s the case, then forget it. I don’t want any abortion in my house.” She said, sternly.

    “It’s far from that, mum. Belcy is not pregnant. Belcy is dying.”

    “What? What is killing her?” She asked, alarmed.

    “She has cancer, mum. The doctor said she has just about three months to live. It’s been two weeks already. I don’t want her to die.”

    “So, what do you want to do? You are not a doctor, are you?” She asked.

    “I am not. I was hoping that she could fly abroad and get a better treatment.” I ventured to say.

    “Hmm!! Cancer is a dangerous ailment. Flying her abroad is a smart choice, but last time I checked her parents were poor. How are they going to be able to threat her abroad?”

    “That’s where we come in, mum. I wish that we help them. I don’t want Belcy to die. If she dies, I will literally crumble to pieces. I love her a lot.”

    “My son, that is a difficult thing to do. For starters, you are not married to her, yet. Another thing, your father has already spent too much money for your trip abroad to further your education. He cannot be ready for any other expenditure. The worst part is that Belcy is not a family member.”

    “So, mum, are we going to allow her die?”

    “We are not the ones who want her to die. She just happened to find herself in an unfortunate and unsavory situation. I wish I could help but I am afraid I can’t,” My mum said, frankly.

    I could not believe what was happening to him. I was hoping that my mum would be easier to deal with, compared to my dad. Now, my mum was proving to be tough. What was I going to do? I decided to apply a little more pressure.

    “Can I propose something?” I asked.

    “Yes”

    “What if I forgo my travelling and we use the money on her. What do you think, mum?”

    “You are mad. Your dad would have none of it. You are our only son and we want the best for you. We have just two children. Your younger sister, Joy and you. We want to give you guys whatever you want in this life. So, stop complicating our life.”

    My mum was serious about this and wanted no more of the conversation. She wore her glasses, picked up her newspaper and continued reading. That was a way of telling me to leave. I sat there for a while and I didn’t know what to do. What was I going to tell Belcy? She had already seen this coming. She had already warned me that there was a likely hood that my parents were going to say no. I decided I would ask one last favour from my mum before going.

    I went on my knees and begged her to take the matter to my dad. I implored her to use every womanly skill to get my dad to budge. She refused at first but when she realized that I would give her no peace until she changed her mind, she finally agreed grudgingly.

    In the evening, my dad came home. After he had eaten and rested. He went to relax in his bedroom. A few minutes later, my mum followed her. She must have brought up the topic immediately, because about thirty minutes later, I heard my dad shouting at the top of his voice and calling my name.

    “Where is that foolish boy?” He asked at the top of his voice. “Where is that Roy?”

    I shivered at the sound of is voice. I not only feared my dad’s anger, I hated it too.

    “I am here, dad.” I said, walking hurriedly to his bedroom.

    When I got there, he stared at me for full one minute before speaking. When he spoke, his voice was calmer but not less threatening.

    “I heard you are a married man now.” He mocked.

    “No, dad”

    “No, you are. Only married men have money to spend on women. Not tolk of that kind of amount. You want to send a woman abroad for treatment. On who’s account? From who’s pocket?

    “Dad, she is dying.” I said, meekly.

    “Yes, Mr. Life Saver. You want to save her life. With my money. Look here young man, you have to be very careful or you will run into serious trouble with me.”

    “Dad, please!!!” Will you shut up young man?!!” He shouted.

    “Honey, please take it easy on him.” My mum tried to interrupt.

    “Woman, stay out of this. Don’t you see that your son has been bewitched? This is a clear case of love portion.” He said and then turned his attention back to me. “Tell that Belcy that I want to see her tomorrow in this house. Do you understand?”

    “Yes, dad”

    “Now leave my sight with your foolishness.”

    I left my dad’s bedroom sadly. I had failed myself and I had also failed Belcy. I decided that if my parents don’t consider Belcy, I would not be going abroad for any studies.

    TO BE CONTINUED

  • The Devil I Became (Chapter 1)

    The Devil I Became (Chapter 1)

    The Devil I Became Chapter 1

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    Ayuk and Babila were sitting on a bench in front of their school. They were both Form 4 students and were about 16 years of age. They were both the same height though Babila was slightly bulkier. Ayuk’s mother was from Nigeria and his father was Cameroonian. On the other hand, Babila was a native-born Cameroonian. However, that is not the end of the story.

    The story started when Akpan, an Akwa Ibom man living in a single bedroom house in Babila’s father’s compound invited Babila to his room. He said he wanted to show him something.

    Akpan was a farmer. He had left all the way from Nigeria to do some hustling in Cameroon. However, lately, he seemed to have started a new profession. This is because he hardly ever went to the farm and he spent most days locked in his room for God knows reason.

    Unlike the other normal Akwa Ibom men who were doing farm work and spoke a heavily accented pidgin English, Akpan spoke perfect English, which suggests that he seemed to have seen the four walls of a university and he always walked with the air of a well to do person. He had always helped Babila with his assignments whenever he had the time to. This explained why Babila wasn’t suspicious when he told him he wanted to show him something.

    “Babila, my man. Well done oh. How was school today?” Akpan asked.

    “Good.” Babila responded.” I can see you didn’t go to farm once again.”

    “Yes oh, young man. I didn’t.”

    “Why?”

    “Don’t worry, you won’t understand.” Akpan said and laughed. Then he became suddenly serious. He continued. “There is something I have to show you. It’s really important, serious and dangerous. You have to promise me that you won’t tell anybody.” A small sweat had developed on his forehead. He wiped it with the back of his hand.

    Babila look puzzled. He couldn’t understand why Akpan who had always looked harmless and jovial was suddenly scaring him.
    “What is it, Akpan? I hope you are alright?” Babila, asked.

    “I am. Just step into the house and see things for yourself.”

    Babila hesitated for a second and then walked in. As soon as he was inside the room, Akpan locked the door behind him. The room suddenly became dark. He was very scared but he was reassured by Akpan that everything will be alright. Akpan went to his bed, removed the mattress and pulled out two large cartons. He replaced the mattress on the bed and put the carton on the bed. He opened the cartons one at a time and Babila almost screamed by what he saw. Inside the cartons was so much money. Babila had never seen so much money all his life. There were stacks and stacks of money of different currencies. Dollars, Euros, Pounds, CFA; all bright and new and carefully stacked. The cartons were filled to the brim with money.

    “Where did you get all this money?” Babila asked, in a frightened voice. A palm over his mouth.

    “Now, listen and listen good. This is ritual money. This is money from the underworld.” Akpan confessed.

    “Jesus Christ!!” Babila exclaimed.

    “Yeah, I understand how you feel. But it’s too late now. You have already seen the money and you now know my secret. There is no turning back. If you tell anyone, you are going to die.”
    Akpan threatened.

    Poor Babila. He burst into tears. What was he going to do? He was only sixteen; still a teenager; still a child. Why would Akpan, someone he had trusted for almost two years do this to him. He couldn’t dare tell his father. He had been warned by Akpan. He had been told he was going to die if he told anybody. His legs started trembling and he collapsed on the floor and wept with deep pain and sorrow.

    “There are two ways you can get yourself out of this.” Akpan continued. “One, you get some real money and mix it with this one, then take it and use. After ten years, you should have been able to make a profit. You will then keep your profit and bring back the same amount you have taken and we will send it back to the owners. You see, it doesn’t involve blood or killing anyone.”

    “How are we going to do that? I am just sixteen. How am I going to spend this kind of money? What am I going to tell my father the money came from?” Babila was still crying.

    “Don’t worry about your father.” Akpan laughed. “He’s a greedy man. I know him, of course. Is he not my landlord? He will only be too happy to see that his teenage son has become rich.”
    “How about my mum? She is a prayer warrior. She will not approve of this. She will take me straight to her prophet for deliverance.” Babila was desperate.

    Akpan had suddenly become angry?

    “What is wrong with you now, Babila?” He snapped. “Listen to me now. There’s no going back. Your mum’s prophet cannot save you. So, you actually believe in that her Christianity? Let, me tell you. It’s all fake and a myth. Everything about it. Even that their water they call holy. It’s all fake. I want to make you a rich man at an early age. You will become like Obu Cubana, Cubana Chief Priest, Mike Adenuga and all these other great men you see on the social media. Calm down and relax. I will help you through this.”

    Babila had stopped crying.

    The amount of money he had seen was enough to tempt anyone, talk less of a child. However, thanks to his mum, he had been given a strict Christian upbringing and he, in spite of his age, he could clearly distinguish between good and evil. Even if he accepted to take the money, returning it involved some very dark practices. They had to make certain rituals before burning the money with some incense and red candles for the money to magically return to the underworld from where it was minted. He didn’t see himself going through that kind of gothic and fetish ritual. He then remembered that Akpan had told him there were two options.

    “Okay, and what is the second option, just in case I am not interested. As it stands, you don’t need a fellow ritualist to teel you that I am not interested.” He said boldly. Fear seemed to have left him.

    “You could look for someone or two people whom you can trust. Introduce the idea to them and make sure you convince them. Once they agree to take the money, you will be off the hook, as look as you never tell anybody anything for the rest of your life.” Akpan explained.

    Babila suddenly felt his hopes being restored. He felt relieved. He knew a lot of greedy students in his school and a lot of young men in town who would gladly jump at the opportunity to become rich overnight. He promised Akpan he would do his best to get someone and left Akpan’s apartment. He was grateful that he was able to see the sunlight again. The last hour had been the longest one hour of his young life. He felt relieved now, though not completely relieved. He had a difficult task ahead; the search for a replacement.

    TO BE CONTINUED

  • My Virgin Maid (Chapter 1)

    My Virgin Maid (Chapter 1)

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    đŸ‘« (I Bought Her)

    🧡 CHARLOTTE’S POV 🧡

    I sat in front of the mirror with my eyes closed, waiting for my Aunt to finish working the wonders she performed on my face.

    The loud music in the club kept penetrating the door of the room we were. Yeah, it is my Aunt’s club house.

    I work as a cleaner in the club house. I was always back the stage and have never been seen by anyone.

    Not until my Aunt came to me today happily and started getting me dressed and giving me a makeover.

    She bought me a very beautiful golden gown with golden beads on it and a killer heels to wear. This is really weird.

    “Tada!!” She said smiling as she left my front. I opened my eyes and I looked at myself in the mirror.

    I looked so beautiful, I have never been worked on like this before. I stood up and looked at my Aunt in fear.

    This is the very first time she is been nice to me after my parents died.

    “Aunt, why are you been so nice to me all of a sudden?” I asked bowing my head slightly.

    “Okay this is it Charlotte.” She said holding my shoulders and turning me to face the mirror.

    “All these you carry will be very useful to us.” She said tracing her hand over my curvy hips.

    “Ma’am, I don’t understand.” I said looking at myself in the mirror.

    “Never mind girl, you will know soon.” She said in frustration.

    “Okay.” I replied nodding.

    “I will be back soon. Prepare yourself and wear your shoe.” She said and moved out of the room.

    I am Charlotte Cena, I am 19 years old. I am who people call beauty, I had the curves and shape to make a man drool.

    I kept staring at myself and truly I looked beautiful. My hips were so big in the body hug cloth and my cleavages were exposed.

    I felt uncomfortable in it but I and no choice than to comply or Aunt will skin me alive. I kept walking in front of the mirror adjusting the cloth to cover my exposed cleavages but it kept coming down.

    “No one would ever know I am 19 years old,I look 25.” I thought smiling.

    “But why all these make up?? I have never been dressed in expensive clothing since my parents died.” I thought.

    I wore my shoe and I stood up to try carrying it, it looked so beautiful. I was still admiring myself when Mrs Ruby my Aunt came in smiling.

    “C’mon girl. Its time.” She said happily.

    “Time for what?” I thought but I dare not say it out. I nodded smiling faintly as she held me and we moved out into the club.

    The lights in the club house were dull colours but the my cloth was glowing under them.

    “You need to compose yourself.” She yelled into my ears because of the noise in the club and I nodded in obedience.

    I looked around me and I saw other girls of my age dressed in expensive and extravagant clothes.

    They looked so beautiful too. I wonder what is going on.

    Suddenly the music stopped and everywhere became silent. My aunt went up the stage. Well, she is the owner.

    She also wore a beautiful blue gown exposing her body. I don’t blame her, she isn’t married.

    “Good day ladies and gentlemen. This is another day we all have been waiting for.” She said smiling as all the audiences clapped their hands.

    “And we will be bringing up our best and beautiful ladies for you to pick your choice.” She said happily.

    “Pick your choice?” I thought in confusion. What is going on here?

    The girls started walking to the stage swaying their butts and b**bs. I stood still where I was and kept watching like a dummy.

    I saw my Aunt shake her head trying to pass me an information and I grabbed it immediately.

    I walked up the stage as the last lady on the stage and stood in front of everyone facing the ground.

    🧡 JOHN’S POV 🧡

    I sat in the club house discussing with Davis my friend when the music stopped pulling our attention to the stage.

    “Oh John, see this ladies they are hot!!.” Davis said happily.

    “Whatever.” I said rolling my eyes and facing my phone.

    “C’mon Johnny, you are so cold.” He added and I giggled still facing my phone.

    “Who is taking this lady? $300.” I heard Mrs Ruby say.

    I looked up to the stage and I saw the Lady in front. She had a wine coloured hair and she was awfully thin.

    “Geez, she is ugly.” I said irritatingly.

    “Yeah, I agree to that for the first time.” Davis said making me burst into laughter. I continued playing games on my phone turning deaf ears to what was going on.

    “John see this Lady.” Davis said hitting me very hard.

    “I am not INTRESTED.” I said making emphasis on the interested.

    “Please just this once.” He said still hitting me hard.

    “Fine!” I said and looked up to see the most beautiful lady I have seen in my entire life.

    My mouth dropped open and my phone slipped off my hand falling right into Davis hand.

    “Who wants her? She is still intact, still very tight. $500.” Mrs Ruby announced.

    “I, $500!” A man yelled from behind me. He looked so rough and ugly under the colorful bulbs.

    “Any one else. She is going?” She added again.

    “$700!” Another man yelled. I looked at his direction and I saw how huge he was, he had big muscles like that of a wrestler.

    “If this guy handles the lady, I am sure she will die. He looks so brutal.” I thought looking at the Lady again.

    “Is that all?” She asked and I didn’t hear anyone talk.

    My gaze was glued to her face. She looked so shy and couldn’t even look up properly.

    “So she goes to..” She said.

    “$1000!” I yelled cutting her.

    I saw the lady look up in shock and she kept staring at me. She is so beautiful.

    “Hey!! John, are you okay? $1000!!! For a Lady!! Are you kidding me ?!” Davis whispered almost like a yell in my ears.

    “Wow!! That is a lot of money.” Mrs Ruby said happily.

    “Anyone else?” She asked but no one answered anymore.

    “So Charlotte goes to Mr??” She said pointing at me.

    “John!” I replied standing up with my gaze still on Charlotte.

    TO Be Continued

  • My Sister And I (Chapter 1)

    My Sister And I (Chapter 1)

    My Sister And I Chapter 1

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    I started watching pĂ”rn since I turned 16. How it all started was when I was going though one of my friend’s phone, I was scrolling through the videos on his gallery, I abruptly spotted a clip of a young girl sĂ»cking the dĂźck of a guy approximately my age.

    At first I was shocked. I asked Michael
    “Michael what’s this thing about.?”

    Michael smiled and said to me “Eric so you don’t know what this thing mean? Ahh then you’re missing alot.. I don’t need to be the one to tell you but If you want to know more about it bring your biro let me write the site’s name for you so that you can go and download.”

    “Okay,” I answered and gave him my pen.

    He quickly wrote the site on the back of my jotter.

    “Eric, there are millions of them inside the site. Once you have data, you can downlĂ”ad as many as you like. But there are different categories o. Depending on the one you like. But with time you’ll understand better.” He said to me and gave me my pen.

    “Alright then. Go home and enjoy yourself.” He smiled and left.

    When I entered the site, I saw millions of videos, I will watch, exhaust my data and subscribe more to keep on watching. That was how my journey of masturbĂŁting started.

    I started visiting the pÔrn site everyday, my phone storãge became filled up due to the number of pÔrn videos that had been accumulated on my phone. There was an app I normally use to hide them making it difficult for someone to easily access them because my dad go through my phone once in a while.

    I do see Michael frequently, and we do talk. He frequently talks about his methods for luring ladies into bed. At the time, I considered having sĂȘx to be a major accomplishment, I was so astonished. .

    When endurance reached the age of 17, her breĂŁsts came out and her ĂŁss became huge. She was looking so sĂȘxy. I began to imagine myself having sĂȘx with her.

    She was the only sibling I had, and I was three years older than her.

    I began slipping into her room at night just to touch her.

    From there, I started romancing her, till she caught me red handed.

    “Eric…. What are you doing!” she muttered while wĂŁrding me off.

    “Are you stĂ»pĂźd.” She shouted.

    She quickly drew down her gown and adjusted herself

    I quickly slĂŁpped her.

    “Call me stĂ»pĂźd again and you’ll see my true colours. You don’t have respect for your elders abi. If you like go and start running your mouth to mum like parrot… You already know what I’m capable of..” I warned her and left.

    She just kept staring at me as I walked out of her room.

    There was one of the nights that I crept inside her room. That night I couldn’t control myself to the extent that I forced her to suçk my dĂźck. Her vĂŁgina was so tight that my fingers couldn’t penetrĂŁte.

    The next day, she started crying. I warned her not to disclose it to anyone hence she would see the other side of me. Mum sighted her while she was cleaning the sitting room.

    “Endurance…. what is it, you’ve not eaten anything! Are you hungry?” Mum questioned her in sympathy.

    “Mummy. I’m fine. Mummy I’m fine.” She wiped off her tears while brightening up her face.

    “You know time is almost 11am and your uncle will be returning soon. Go and bathe. Prepare yourself so that you can follow him to the market.” Mum told her.

    “Okay mum.” She answered.

    I left the scene and made my way to my room. I buried my face under my pillow.

    “That girl should better close her mouth if not hehehehe… She knows what will happen next. She knows what I’m capable of.” I said to myself.

    While she was in the kitchen boiling the water, I caught a glimpse of her ĂŁss as she knelt down to adjust the gas cooker. I snuck up to her and gave her two hard spankings on her ĂŁss.

    She turned and slĂŁpped me

    “Don’t try that again. Eric you’re making me to disrespect you in this house. Better rĂȘspect yourself!” She shĂ”uted at me pointing in my direction.

    “Wait endurance you slapped me!!” I shĂ”uted at her.

    “What’s going on there!!” Mum quickly interrupted from where she was sitting. She was in the parlour and we were in the kitchen.

    TO Be Continued

  • The Wedding Party (Chapter 1)

    The Wedding Party (Chapter 1)

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    Sandra was happy and nervous at the same time because she was going to tie the knot with the one her heart chose despite the tribulations they went through…..

    Her family members hated Femi, her soon to be husband..and it all started when Femi was wrongly accused of murder….

    Femi was a very gentle guy whose voice was as mild and soft as that of a baby with a tiny voice..he always feels guilty whenever he killed an animal like cockroach or mosquito….

    One Saturday evening in his hostel room, he heard a gun shot from outside the school environment..

    He was puzzled as fear gripped him from where he was busy reading his book against his project defense….

    Femi opened his door to peep and know what had happened, it turned out to be that one of Aye (cultist) member had shot a student who refused to join them and threatened to report them to the police….

    It was a total shock to Femi.

    The cultist ran to Femi’s door post and forced the gun in his hand…he became more scared and confused..

    And before he could say a word or realize himself, those chasing the cultist held Femi and handed him over to the police….

    AT THE POLICE STATION

    “Young man, what is your name?” An inspector general asked him angrily..

    “My name is Femi sir”. He answered with a shaky voice and innocent face.

    “What was the business between you and the boy you killed?” He asked again..

    “Sir I swear with my mother’s grave, I am innocent please.. I cannot kill ant sef please”. He started crying.

    “Young man, do you realize you’re in a police custody? And you want to play smart? I will deal with you mercilessly if you do not speak up now!” Now very angry..

    “God bear me witness sir.. I was just in my room when I heard a gun shot.. and when I came out, I found out someone killed someone…I was still standing a my doorpost when the murderer forced the gun into my hand…I couldn’t do a thing because I was so confused and shocked at what I saw please”.

    TO Be Continued

  • Pain Of Had I Known (Part 1)

    Pain Of Had I Known (Part 1)

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    Everything in life has process, but I refused to understand what process is all about..though I was cautioned, but I always felt like king of my own world…… smiles

    My name is Chidera and I am a native of Enugu state, Awgu to be precised…

    I stayed with my parents from my childhood stage till the day I clocked 18 and I felt, “it’s time to grow”

    You know that childish mentality we always have whenever our parents get us angry, we just want to leave them…

    Omo, my mum provoked me one Saturday evening I got back from choir practice…she asked me to prepare noodles for her which I did, and after garnishing and serving it hot, mum told me that she does not want it fried 🙄…(and you did not tell me) I said in my mind…

    “Ohhhhh…. See me I’m tired o…I cannot enter that kitchen again o… You better eat this one of go and cook it yourself” I voiced out harshly as I dropped the food on the table and walk out with frowny face….

    That day ba, mum kept me quiet and allowed me to do my mind till it was time to sleep

    I sneaked in quietly when I noticed that she was fast asleep..my siblings were already snoring from sleep… I immediately locked the door from the back and dressed the curtain gently..

    As I turned to go inside my room to sleep, “where do you think you’re going to?” She asked harshly as she stood up from the couch she was laying and went straight to our TV set and brought out a very tiny wire used for DVD, coloured red and black….she beat me blue and black that night…

    The next morning, my neighbors started asking me what happened to me and why the bruises on my forehead and neck.. I kept telling them nothing..

    So I went to my friend’s house to gist her on what I went through the night…

    “Omo, me am leaving that house at all cost o” I said as I staring at the bruises.

    “Leave to where? Madam better shut up there… No matter what she does to you, endure it.. she’s your mother.

    TO Be Continued

  • Against Her Wish (Chapter 1)

    Against Her Wish (Chapter 1)

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    I hate Auntie Zara with everything in me, she’s so cruel
    I don’t just like anything about her I can’t even stay with her.. Khloe told her mum one evening

    She’s your auntie Khloe,fate might bring you two together one day..Her mum corrected

    Don’t say that mum,I can stay with any other person but not auntie Zara, she looks frustrated because she doesn’t have a child but….

    Khloe wash the beans your father will soon be back..Her mum interrupted and left her

    Mum! Khloe called

    Do what I asked you to do and leave Zara out of this… her mum said walking faster

    Fate will never bring auntie Zara and I together… Khloe murmured

    She washed the beans and was about setting the fire when her elder sister came in

    Auntie Zara wants to see you Khloe… Melissa said yawning

    Auntie Zara? When did she come? Khloe asked shaking

    Minutes ago… Melissa replied

    Why does she want to see me? Tell her that I’m not around.. Khloe said

    Told her you’re cooking..

    Lissa!!! I don’t want to see her period!

    I’ll go tell her but be fast because I’m famished.. Melissa said and left the kitchen

    Why does that woman wants to see me huh? Khloe asked herself

    Queen mother..Zara called as soon as she saw Khloe putting the pot on fire

    Good evening auntie Zara… Khloe greeted not looking at her face

    I sent Lissa to come….

    I gave her my reply… Khloe interrupted

    Do you realize I’m your father’s elder sister? Zara asked

    That doesn’t make you God.. Khloe replied

    Zara stared at her and sighed “you will be going to Abuja with me next week to learn hair dressing”

    I can’t go with you auntie Zara,I’m good here…

    You ain’t good here,I don’t want all these small small boys to spoil you for my brother..Zara said holding her on the shoulder

    Auntie Zara I am eighteen years old (18) I can take care of myself without your help

    Don’t exchange words with me Khloe, I’ve told you what I came here for..Zara said and left

    Gosssh!! I hate this woman.. Khloe screamed

    Khloe’s mum dished out the family’s meal that evening,they were all seated on the mat eating when their father spoke

    My sister was here this evening..He said munching his food like a hungry lion

    Yes, she was here.. the last child chipped

    You will be going to Abuja with her Khloe.. Her dad said

    Dad I’m going nowhere.. Khloe responded

    Why? You’re going there for good, Zara is a good person and she will take care of you like her own daughter…Mr Johnson said

    Dad, Auntie Zara is not a good person, she will maltreat the living hell out of me.. Khloe screamed as she pushed her food aside

    Khloe,we don’t have much in this house and we can’t continue feeding you and Lissa,Lissa will soon be leaving for Benin.. Said her mum

    Why are you pushing us away? Mum I’m going nowhere,I’m going nowhere dad.. Khloe shouted hitting her palm on the mat

    You’re scared of being maltreated,if you don’t go with Zara I’ll definitely disown you Khloe,dare me…Her father bellowed

    TO Be Continued