Tag: Alhaji

  • A Daughter’s Revenge (Episode 47)

    A Daughter’s Revenge (Episode 47)

    A Daughter’s Revenge Episode 47

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    🙎 A Daughter’s Revenge EPISODE FORTY SEVEN:

    PREVIOUSLY ON A DAUGHTER’S REVENGE:

    ..meanwhile Martha has been in contact with Alhaji Adamu.

    They have been on good talking terms. And Alhaji Adamu has begun to trust and like Martha so much.

    Finally, Alhaji Adamu proposed to Martha…

    THE CONTINUATION:

    The Twist:

    Alhaji Adamu’s proposal was a business proposal…Not a marriage proposal as you must be thinking.

    That fateful day, It was almost midnight, Martha was still on call with Alhaji Adamu. They have been very extensive with their conversation.

    ‘…Martha, my heart is now safe to do business with you. I have made inquiries about you. I have done a background check of you. I must confess, I am very much impressed with my findings. You have a very good record. In fact, you are highly recommended. However, I am ready to do business with you..’, Alhaji Adamu declared.

    ‘Thank you very much, sir. I will be very grateful to do business with you. And I promise you that you will never regret trusting me..’

    ‘Martha, enough. Seeing is believing. So a trial will convince me more. I will give you a trial with a container of 40 feet. The content of the container will be 90% laptops. The rest 10% will be phones, televisions, chargers and other things,’ he paused. ‘I will not assist you in any way in clearing the container. So prepare your mind that you are bearing the whole cost. Meanwhile when the container arrives, I will tell you my price. Then you pay me on or before you are done disposing of the goods..’

    ‘Thank you very much, sir. I really appreciate you very much. You will never regret it..’, Martha was appreciating him amid excitement.

    ‘You are welcome. I am looking forward to a long and lasting business relationship with you, Martha..’, he added.

    ‘Sure. Thank you, sir. I appreciate it, sir. You will not regret the decision, sir..’, Martha was full of appreciation.

    When Martha finally got off the phone with Alhaji Adamu, she screamed so loud in excitement. To the extent that she cut Aunty Ifeoma’s slèèp short.

    Aunty Ifeoma woke up very confused as she could not understand if the scream was real or dreamt. But when she finally found out that the scream was from Martha’s room, she jumped down from her bed and headed to her room to find out what was wrong. Already, her heart has sunk in the pit of her stomach. As she thought something bad had happened to Martha.

    On approaching Martha’s room, she could hear footsteps stamping on the floor. Then her heartbeat intensified.

    Martha!
    Martha!!
    Martha!!
    What’s the problem?

    She screamed.

    Silent. As no one replied to her. But the footsteps kept stamping on the floor intensively.

    Martha, what’s the problem with you?
    Martha!
    Martha!!

    She was screaming.

    Silent. No one replied to her. And she kept hearing footsteps stamping on the floor vigorously.

    🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵
    🎶🎵…in one month in one week
    You will sing a new song oh
    In two days or lesser than
    You will hear
    Congratulations
    You have seen the glory of God
    Congratulations
    He has done it for you
    And you will come back with a new song to sing
    God is good
    Yes you will come again with a new song to praise
    God is good oh oh oh
    Congratulations oh congratulations oh
    Uh uh uh congratulations
    See what the Lord has done for you
    Congratulations oh God is good…🎶🎵

    That was the song blasting into Martha’s ears from her phone.

    She had an earpiece on her ears.

    Dancing vigorously in excitement while her Aunt was panicking, thinking something bad had happened to her.

    It was when Aunty Ifeoma resorted to hitting on her door that Martha realized herself.

    Just then she realized how much damage she had caused with her celebration.

    She quickly opened the door for her aunt.

    ‘Martha, what’s the problem? What happened? Are you okay? ,’ Aunty Ifeoma asked, holding and examining her like a baby. Aunty Ifeoma was seriously panting and sweating.

    ‘Aunty no problem. Nothing happened,’ she replied, disengaging herself from her gripe.

    ‘Talk to me, who are those stamping their feet on the floor like angry soldiers? I hope they didn’t harm you? ,’ she asked very curiously, looking around in panic.

    Martha could not help it but to burst into laughter: ‘Aunty is not what you taught. I was the one dancing vigorously. As I was seriously in a mood of celebration. I am sorry, I was really carried away in excitement forgetting it’s late. Aunty I am really sorry’, she explained.

    ‘Dancing in the middle of the night, Martha? Are you possessed?’, Aunty Ifeoma had to ask, while trying to relax her mind from panic.

    ‘I am possessed with excitement,’ she paused, smiling. ‘Aunty, if you hear the good news, you will be possessed with excitement too,’ Martha teased her.

    ‘What’s the good news that warrants disturbing the peace of this compound, eh Martha?’, she asked, very anxiously.

    ‘Alhaji Adamu..’

    ‘What about him?.’

    ‘He wants to try me with a 40ft container of goods. If I deliver, he promised to do more business with me…’, she announced in excitement.

    ‘You mean it?’, Aunty Ifeom asked, very curious.

    ‘I just got off the phone with him now. I am very happy…in fact, over happiness is tormenting me badly…’

    ‘My daughter, I am very happy for you. This is another breakthrough for us. Congratulations to us. More winnings I wish you,’ she paused. ‘You just have to be careful. Be mindful. And be prayerful’, she sighed. ‘I will not tell you not to betray the trust he’s about to bestow upon you because I know you are not a betrayal. And you will not disappoint me,’ she paused, very proudly, she continued: ‘Baby girl, I want you to go out there and make me proud more and more..’

    The discussion continued that night amid excitement and joy.

    TO Be Continued

  • An Eye For An Eye (Part 3)

    An Eye For An Eye (Part 3)

    An Eye For An Eye Part 3

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    🤦 An Eye For An Eye Part THREE:

    (A STORY OF UNFORGIVENESS WRITTEN BASED ON PERSONAL EXPERIENCE)

    While I was still handcuffed to the pole, the policemen used cane to draw map on my back and bum bum. You know that kind of long flexible whip that when it lands on your mid section, it will coil round your waist….I don’t even have the best words to explain. The whip left scars like when someone is wearing plenty beads around his waist.

    Alhaji stood and enjoyed the show for some time before he left. I could see the satisfaction on his face as I screamed in pain. It must have been a very fulfilling sight to behold. Wickedness dey this world o.

    Each time the police men flogged me, they would scream “I said where is the phone?” “If you don’t confess now, I will press this iron on your face”….then he would take the hot iron close to my face so that I would feel the heat. I have never been that afraid in my entire life.

    It got to a point that I couldn’t stand the brutality again. Do you know that feeling when you’re being flogged but you can’t use your hand to rub the spot that the cane landed on your skin to ease the pain? All you can do is scream and scream. The torture got to a level that I wanted to admit what I didn’t do. I just wanted that flogging phase to end. So, an idea came and I told them to wait that I would confess.

    Then I asked them “Sir, there were two other guys whose names were mentioned (Tunde and Simo, the Ghanian brother), why am I the only one Brough here and tortured mercilessly?”

    Police Man: Because you’re the prime suspect. Everyone said you were the one that took the phone.

    And the flogging and screaming continued…

    At that point, I realised that the whole torture wasn’t about getting the missing phone back, because the money Alhaji used to invite policemen (plus the one he probably used to bribe them) was already more than the worth of the missing phone. It was about dealing with me. It was about putting me through pain. It was about executing the task Alhaji gave them.

    When they had flogged me to the point where I was no longer screaming, I guess they were afraid that I was about to give up (die), they stopped, removed the handcuff and left me on the floor for some time to catch my breath. Fortunately for me, they didn’t burn me with the hot iron, I guess it was just there to scare me.

    They later came back and handed me a sheet of paper and a pen that I should write a statement. They asked me to write whatever I know about the missing phone on the paper given to me.

    So, I narrated all that I knew and gave the paper back to the police man. He was shocked to see such a lengthy write up from a small boy. Out of curiosity to know the content of the statement, he quickly sat and read.. He then started asking me questions and saying things like “How old are you that you write so well?” “Obviously, you’re intelligent, why did you get yourself into this mess?”. I didn’t even say a word.

    Na so God help me oo, the man became soft and stopped bullying me. He started explaining to me that the report given to them added up, and pointed me out as the culprit. He said Alhaji and Auntie hook up told them that I took the phone, ran out of the house and went to hide it, so they must be firm if they want me to confess.

    After some time, I was locked inside a smelly, dark room. It had no window but the door was made of metals, like burglary. Na there small breeze they follow enter the cell. There was one guy there already. I don’t know who he was or how he landed in the police cell.

    When Auntie Seun got back from work (I guess someone narrated all that transpired to her), she rushed to the police station to see me. When she saw the condition I was in, she bursted into tears. Amidst tears, she began to plead with the police men on the counter to have mercy and let me go but they ignored her. They only told her to hurry and get out at once! She also brought me food. She asked me what I know about the phone and I told her the truth; “I am innocent!”

    People of God, like play, like play, I slept in the police cell oo, I ate the food inside that smelly place, urine everywhere on the floor. I even wanted to starve myself so that I would die and everything would end, but I knew I needed to survive because there’s an important mission that I was yet to accomplish…REVENGE!
    Revenge was my driving force for survival.

    With my head bowed in the cell, I thought to myself “Everyone who made me go through this pain must pay….EYE FOR EYE, BLOOD FOR BLOOD!”

    The following morning (my second day in the police cell), when I wanted to pee, the police men first insulted me and called me a thief before they finally gave me a container to do it, then they opened the cell and one of them followed me across the road to pour it away, with handcuffs on my hands oo.

    Around mid-day, I saw Simo (Ghanian guy) arriving the police station alongside his parents and some of the policemen that arrested me. They had gone to arrest him too. But I didn’t see Tunde (The third suspect that came to borrow matches from me).

    The police man told Simo and I that he had tried begging Alhaji, that he insisted that we must produce the phone or give him money equivalent to buy a new one of the same type. Hmmm, Imagine wickedness oo, even after all the torture, I go still pay for the phone.

    Do you even know the type of phone that I almost got beaten to death for?

    It was yellow face Nokia (Nokia 1100) 😁😁😃. One old Nokia like that, that one that has snake game. I browsed the picture of the phone, I’ll attach the picture.

    As at that time, a brand new Nokia 1100 was worth up to 7 thousand naira. Though Naira still had value then, 7 thousand naira was a lot of money. My father’s salary then was less than 20 thousand naira, meanwhile, he was a civil servant. That should give you a clue to the worth of 7 thousand naira then.

    Unfortunately, Alhaji claimed he bought it for 9 thousand naira, so 3 of us must pay three thousand naira each.

    Find out how things played out in the next episode after your comments✌️

    TO BE CONTINUED

  • Must I Be A Virgin (Episode 4)

    Must I Be A Virgin (Episode 4)

    Must I Be A Virgin Episode 4

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    🤷 Must I Be A Virgin Episode Four:

    There was a day my aunty didn’t give me food for good 7 days. She told me to fast on behalf of her and her daughter, that God should send them an helper. Hnnmmmm I fasted for seven days but before I completed the fasting I saw hell. I was restricted from eating and drinking. She said throughout the seven days I won’t eat anything.

    I completed it and was expecting food, I wanted to faint, cos even while fasting she still made me do home chores. She never allow her daughter touched or help me .She would say Ike was too young then to do chores .Well, I was used to that already.

    The last day of the fasting, I was unable to stand on my feet, I was shaking and sweating profusely. I started having headache and was burning seriously.
    My aunty noticed but said No food for me cos she haven’t seen the answer to my prayer. Pls my people am I God that answers prayer, Of course I’m not .

    I went to bed without food but was unable to sleep. I woke up and tears started flowing from my eyes. Why is my life like this, what was my offence, it seems I’m being punished for my parents sin because don’t really know where I ever went wrong. I’m a good and humble girl that do respect everybody. I have never in my life disobey my elders or looked down on people. I don’t have friends. People call me names for killing my parents but I don’t have choice than to ignored them.

    This particular day, I wanted to sleep but was unable, I try closing my eyes,but tears kept flowing like tap. I drank two litres of water at least that will give me strength, but instead I slept and bed wet because the water I drank the previous night was Just too much.

    My aunty came to my room and noticed the bedsheets was soaked with my wee. She connected the iron to the socket, I was still sleeping,after some minutes the iron was hot, she placed the hot iron on my breast, I jumped on my feet and cried out in pains. I started running, screaming and howling around. I thought I was dead because water and blood was gushing from my breast. That wasn’t enough for my aunty she instructed me to tie the bedsheet round my waist. She called all the little children in our compound to sing for me and I must dance to their song.

    Who am I not to obey her, I nursed and was in pains for months before it healed on it’s own. But trust me it wasn’t easy.My aunty kept disturbing me to bring home a suitor or else she’s going to marry me off to one Alhaji in our area to become is 10th wives. Though getting married early wasn’t in my plans but since my aunty kept shouting reward reward to my ears every blessed day. I don’t have choice than to get myself one.

    TO Be Continued

  • Message Wife Sends Husband After Divorce

    Message Wife Sends Husband After Divorce

    Message Wife Sends Husband After Divorce

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    🤷 Message Wife Sends Husband After Divorce:

    AFTER DIVORCE WIFE SENDS HUSBAND A MESSAGE:

    WIFE:

    l am sorry to inform you that the daughter you kept for 20years is not your daughter
    … She belongs to ur Best Friend Alhaji.
    … Alhaji has just sent her to America last month to start a New life.
    … Kindly take heart and start a Fresh New life.
    … May u be guided right. Byeeeeeeee

    HUSBAND:

    Glory! Glory!! Glory!!
    … Thank u Jesus, for answering my prayers.
    … The siege is over and l am free at last from spirit of guilt.
    … All these years l thought I was sleeping with my daughter.
    … Kindly encourage her not to exercise any fear again.
    … She doesnt need to abort our pregnancy anymore.
    … She can come back home now to possess her possession.
    … Thank u, thank u God.

    Tell me who will be hurt most????🤣