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  • For The Love Of Vivian (Episode 1)

    For The Love Of Vivian (Episode 1)

    For The Love Of Vivian Episode 1

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    🙎 For The Love Of Vivian EPISODE ONE: 💞

    Who killed Vivian ?

    That was the question on everyone’s lips.

    You wouldn’t believe the gory sight that lay before her mother -Aliyah as she stood in front of the thick bush. She had to weave through the crowd to see what everyone was looking at.

    It was a girl, all her genitals were cut off and her head was no where to be found.

    Aliyah looked at the girl’s lap and noticed a birthmark, a terrifying chill ran down her spine.

    It was the same birthmark as her daughter; her only daughter who had been missing for three days. Just then it occurred to her; the person lying naked, beheaded and without genitals was actually her daughter!

    “Ahh!” She screamed, crashing into the muddy ground.

    “Who has done this to my daughter? My only child!” She wailed, washing herself in the dirt.

    “Jesus! Madam na your pikin?” One woman who sells fish asked with concern.

    “I talk am, I talk am say na Vivian be this,” it was the voice of one of her husband’s friends. He was among those who tore the bush in search of the repugnant smell coming from it.

    “Chei! That fine girl.” One lady added.

    Tears raced down her eyes. Indeed Vivian was beautiful, a miracle to Aliyah and her husband. If only you know the length they went just to get a child.

    Where didn’t they go? Which church didn’t they attend in a fruitless search for a miracle. Still, there was no result. Aliyah had to accept her fate that she was a barren woman who couldn’t bring forth a child for her husband.

    Still her mother in law didn’t relent in adding salt to her injury. She was hell bent on making sure her son gets married to a new wife.

    Aliyah was just very lucky. God smiled on her when all hope was lost and gave her a child.

    She couldn’t believe it when she got pregnant. It was extremely shocking, unexpected, the chances were one in a million. But she finally bore a child.

    Aliyah had smiled at her husband and said in a mild tone, we will name her “Vivian,” because now I truly feel ALIVE.

    Vivian was endowed with beauty, she was just seventeen and about turning eighteen in a week time. Even at that age, this girl looked like a goddess. She was light skinned, just like her mother. One would get lost in Vivian’s eyes, they were a dazzle with wonder. She always wore a smile that was beyond heavenly.

    A natural beauty, that was Vivian. One of the hardest thing to do is to not get lost in staring at such artistic work of the creator. Perhaps, he was showing off when he sculpted such beauty.

    Aliyah cherished Vivian, her daughter had become her heartthrob. She was closer to her even more than the love of her life; her husband – Desmond.

    The couple lavished the little they had on their daughter. Don’t get me wrong, they weren’t poor. They were the average classed, everyday citizen. They could afford three square meals, pay the bills and afford rent in a conducive apartment.

    They gave Vivian love, care and attention. Just like one would treat an egg. Whatever was in their reach they got for her, and even though she was turning into a spoilt brat they didn’t mind.

    Vivian’s birthday was in a week’s time. But, just when her highly anticipated eighteenth birthday lurked around the corner, tragedy struck.

    Their daughter went missing!

    The strongholds were shattered!

    Things fell apart!

    Aliyah could not eat nor drink, the only thing she tasted was the saltiness from her endless tears. Her husband tried consoling her.

    “Everything will be fine, we will get our daughter back. I promise.”

    But he knew deep down that everything was far from been fine.

    They informed the police about the disappearance of their daughter, and immediately the search began.

    It was three days later when a malodorous smell from the bushes began to drag the attention of passers-by. Some children on their way to school were the first to notice it. But they barely knew what could be causing such horrific odour.

    By the time it was evening, it had become unbearable. Some men who had said it smelled like a decaying body mustered courage and were completely dumbfounded to see a dead body lying deep in the bushes.

    People had gathered around and soon Aliyah rushed to see what was going on. She weaved through the crowd and when she finally got to the scene of such gory sight, she let out a cry of agony straight from the depths of her heart.

    She was drowning in tears as she stood before the lifeless body. The body was mutilated; headless, all the genitals gone!

    But she could tell it was her daughter from a birthmark on the fair thigh of the corpse.

    “Why would they do such to my daughter?” She said amidst tears, she rolled all over the ground as people tried to console her.

    “Ahhh! My only child… my only child that I searched for, for many years. Why will you do such to me that has only one. Why will they take the one thing that has given my life meaning? It should have been me instead.” She cried.

    “Chai! Madam sorry, people wicked o!”

    “Nemesis will catch up with them,” it was the onlookers talking. They were trying to console Aliyah. Little did they know that nothing could fill the big gap that had been forged in her heart.

    The neighbours had phoned her husband. And Desmond ran back home when he heard it was about his daughter. He probably taught he would be coming home to see his beautiful daughter again, instead he met her corpse.

    His kneels became paralyzed as soon as his eyes met his daughter lying in her own blood. He fell to his knees, and in front of everyone Desmond cried like a baby. If only you can understand what he felt, the pain of losing an only child that was sought for years, in such a manner.

    That pain pierced through his heart, and shattered his emotions. The couple was on the ground, tears fell freely from their eyes. This was more than a loss and they couldn’t help but shed tears.

    The big question was why would someone do such to an innocent and easygoing girl? Who was the devil that had done this?

    Find out as the mystery unfolds in more episodes of FOR THE LOVE OF VIVIAN.

    TO Be Continued

  • Everybody Needs To Read This To The End (Skip At Your Own Risk)

    Everybody Needs To Read This To The End (Skip At Your Own Risk)

    Everybody Needs To Read This To The End

    Everybody Needs To Read This To The End

    🎯 CONTESTANT 120 STORY 🎯

    NAME: HENRY ZIBIMA

    OCCUPATION: STUDENT, CREATIVE WRITER

    THEME: BETRAYAL

    It was a beautiful day in the blissful town of Brass, a riverine area in the southern part of the Glory Of All Lands- Bayelsa state to be precise. My dad had taken my brothers for a stroll that serene evening.

    The clouds were dull and the evening sun cast long shadows on the ground. The light emanating from the sun guided us natives as we went about out daily lives.

    Mama died many years ago, after battling a rare disease which no one in the community could find a solution to. My mother was a very strong woman, she fought with all her strength for more than a year, till she could fight no longer.

    I cried my eyes out when I got to know that the angel of death, the unavoidable visitor, had separated my mum from me. I wept bitterly for months, it took a lot of encouragement from my best friend; Tari to get me emotionally stable once again.

    Tari was like a brother to me, but he had lost his both parents on the same day! That day, they both went to cut down fire wood. I had seen a fresh log when I went to get herbs for my sick mother. I decided to do good by calling it to their attention, Tari’s parents sell firewood and had been in the business for a very long time.

    Unfortunately, they were both bitten by a very poisonous snake while in the bush. We all in the village refer to the snake as “Agbilage” meaning bite and kill. Tari’s parents were found dead by some villagers and that day, my best friend became an orphan. I felt a little bit guilty, because they wouldn’t have been in the forest if I had not told them about the firewood.

    Few months later, Tari vanished from the village and no one heard from him again.

    My dad would frequently take my younger ones for a walk whenever he is free. And as usual, he took them out that “Mournday”. It was barely minutes when they left that I heard a deafening loud bang, it was so loud that I was shocked out of my skin.

    What could that be? Boom! it sounded again, I quickly rushed down to our wooden window to take a look.

    Boom it came again, and again until it became repeated. They were sounds of explosion. Soon there was a rain of bullets, people had began running helter skelter.

    Jesus! I screamed. I was so awestruck my nerves couldn’t function any longer; I was rooted to the spot. It was when a bullet flew through the window just a few centimeters from my head that I regained complete consciousness. The bullet sank into my dad’s glass plate, shattering it into tiny bits.

    I remembered what my mum taught me when I was still very young and as swift as I could, I lay flat on the floor, covering my head with my hands. The gunshots continued and my heart was not at rest because of my siblings and my father who were out in the open, prone to much danger.

    “Ebiowei, Ebiowei” I heard a familiar voice scream my name, I thought it was a figment of my imagination but I immediately sprang up on my feet when I realized it was my dad’s voice. I looked out the wooden window and tears from no where flooded my eyes.

    I saw my younger ones racing towards our house while my dad limped after; his leg must have been hit by a bullet. My brothers ran as fast as they could, their heels almost touching their backs. Men dressed in black clothings from head to toe revealing no parts of their body chased after them and many other villagers, firing indiscriminately with the big guns they carried.

    They were pirates, which carried out all sorts of maritime crime. They rob, kīll, rāpe and act like they’ve sold their conscience to the devil. I was scared shịtless, it had been years since they last attacked our village so no one expected it.

    I ran quickly to open the door, my brothers ran inside the house but before my dad could, he got shot more times; a few on his head and one on his heart region. He fell down to the floor, blood running over from his head to his jaw. He smiled at me in immense pains.

    “Take care of your siblings” he shouted.

    “They are the only family you have left”

    I was deep in misery, I quickly ran inside and bolted the door.

    I couldn’t believe it, I didn’t believe it and even till now it’s hard for me to accept it. I had lost my both parents, in just a space of two years.

    I cried so bitterly, and instead of me consoling my brothers, they were the ones consoling me.

    The pirates came to ransack our village and were robbing every house.

    Soon, there was a loud bang on our door, it was an explosion, it was dynamite, it was the pirates. They kicked open the already disintegrated door and stood gallantly, frightening my siblings and I to the floor. Fear gripped me and I wished I could just wake up from this terrible nightmare.

    “Please, there is nothing here. We are poor, we have no food… no money… we have nothing. Please spare us” I said quivering vehemently.

    They didn’t respond and remained as still as a statue. Maybe they feel pity for us, I thought. But I was stripped off the thought when one of them who looked very muscular said in a deep low tone

    “They are all yours”

    He turned and vanished with the rest out of my house, leaving only one behind. I could swear I knew the person in front of me but I just couldn’t place it.

    Slowly he pulled off his mask, my jaw fell open and my pupils dilated.

    “Tari!!!” I shouted.

    “No… No… No. Impossible”

    “We came around town, so I decided to pay my best friend a visit.” He smirked.

    “You know; ever since my parents died and I went in search of greener pastures, life has not been easy but this people took me in, sheltered me and took me as a brother. They gave me the love, care no one could give to me, not even my best friend”

    “Tari, what are you talking about. Those people are evil.”

    “Those people are my family, YOU are the one who is evil” he said pointing furiously at me.

    “Tari, why would you say such a thing”

    “You caused my parents’ death, you made me an orphan”

    “Tari, how can you say such? You and I know I never meant harm for your parents”

    “You see, I don’t care” he said sniffing his hands.

    “But I’m going to give you a taste of your own medicine”

    “What do you mean?” I asked, hoping it wasn’t what I was insinuating.

    “You see; there’s something you don’t know, I never really liked you Ebiowei. You’re always the best at everything you do, and that got me really jealous, you know”

    He raised the gun and cocked it,

    “I have three bullets here, but not to worry, it will go round; one for everybody”

    “No! Please don’t do this, we’ve been friends since childhood.” I begged. My brothers were whimpering on the floor, while I silently said my final prayer. Bang! Bang! He shot my both brothers.

    Jesus, I choked in tears. What sort of trial is this? I drowned deep into the well of misery.

    “You don’t have to do this, please, I never meant bad for your parents” I cried aloud.

    “My regards to the devil” Tari said. He pointed the gun at my head, and moved his index finger slowly towards the trigger.

    Bang! Came the sound.

    The door was pushed open by one of his gang members

    “Sniper, let’s go, let’s go. Hurry!” The man shouted.

    He gave me a deadly stare and said in a furious tone.

    “You won’t be lucky next time”

    He turned back and dashed off with the other guy.

    I couldn’t believe it. I never thought for once, that my best friend could even feel an iota of envy for me.

    Sorrowful. Miserable. Griefed. I couldn’t believe that Tari that I could die for, Tari that I was ready to take a bullet for, was the one behind the trigger.

  • My Addiction (Episode 2)

    My Addiction (Episode 2)

    My Addiction Episode 2

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    🧏💞 My Addiction Episode Two:
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    Perfect Romance 🧡

    I shook my head in disbelief. Certainly, I felt my eyes were playing tricks on me. But I was wrong, that was really my closest friend – Kelvin who promised to let the damsel be. He was the same person engaging in a chat with her, probably trying to make her his friend.

    I was infuriated, I boiled in anger as I watched her smile to every word he said. Remembering how smooth Kelvin was with words was like placing a spear to my heart.

    I walked closely past them, ensuring Kelvin didn’t catch even a glimpse of me. Just as I passed was when this lady burst into a cozy laughter.

    “You’re so funny…” she said, trying to catch her breath.

    Dāmn! It was then my anger reached its peak, I was extremely vexed at Kelvin, so much that I didn’t even notice how euphonious her voice was.

    I hastily crossed to the other side of the road, I stopped a cab and hurriedly dived into it.

    I wanted to get back home before Kelvin, we shared the same apartment not too far away from the university.

    That was our last lecture for the day, I was stressed out. What I needed was a blissful relaxing evening, not this feeling of rage that had filled me.

    As I sat in the cab, my thoughts raced through time. Why was I so mad at my friend because of a lady? A lady I had just seen. It had never happened before…I mean this girl was different. I could feel it, the way my body reacted, I could feel hormones rush through my system just at her sight.

    Perhaps there was something about her I was yet to know, perhaps it was something predestined.

    I alighted from the cab, tired, agitated and very famished.

    I dashed into the kitchen and just then I remembered that there was no food at home.

    “F*ck!” I cursed.

    “Can this day get any worse?” I soliloquized.

    My soul was too heavy to prepare a meal, lest I add excess spices due to absent mindedness. My mind was fixed on the lady I earlier saw, what could I do to forget about her.

    Just then, the door pushed open.

    It was Kelvin of course, smiling like a little kid who had just stolen some chocolate.

    “How far guy, you done cook?” He asked.

    I gave him a baneful look and he appeared shocked by my reaction.

    He ignored me, and rushed into the kitchen. I could hear the clattering of the pots as he hastily opened them one by one.

    To his disappointment he must have seen them empty, and dirty, just the way we left them before going for classes.

    He met me in the sitting room, and his look screamed disappointment.

    “Guy, why haven’t you started cooking na. I can hear the sound of my belly rumbling.”

    I ignored him and picked up my phone. My gaze was fixed on it and I acted like he wasn’t even there.

    “Guy, no be you I dey follow talk?”

    No response.

    “Guy!” He called.

    Still, I carried on with the silent treatment.

    “Bro, what is it na. Why this behavior? I’ve not offended you in any way…”

    “Says the guy who rats on his own friend,” I couldn’t keep my mouth shut anymore. The words just poured out.

    “Rat on you? When did I do such a thing?”

    “Keep up the hypocrisy, it’ll get you far in politics,” I sarcastically replied.

    “Honestly, I have no idea…absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.”

    “Bro you promised you would have nothing to do with that girl, but what did you do…you went behind me and put your rizzing skills to work.”

    “Ohh…so that’s what all this is about.”

    I rolled my eyes at him.

    “Guy, you can’t really expect me to just leave that girl now. I thought you knew I was only joking,” Kelvin said.

    “That’s too expensive a joke,” I blurted.

    “Look, I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as she is. And when I conversed with her, I discovered her personality is just as beautiful as she looks.”

    I shook my head. He wasn’t even remorseful about his action.

    “Listen bro,” he said walking towards me.

    “I need you to understand, life is survival of the fittest.”

    “This has nothing to do with what you just said.”

    “Don’t worry my gee, I’ll make it up to you…I’ll give you Folake,” he said laughing so hard.

    Folake? It seemed Kelvin was hellbent on pissing me off that evening…he knew how much I disliked this girl. I always avoided her but she kept making passes on me.

    “Bro, does this sound like a joke to you?”

    “Ok, ok, I’m sorry,” he said, struggling to put an end to his laughter.

    “But as for that girl…I have nothing to apologize for. May the best man win,” he said with a chuckle.

    The best man? There was no need then of me trying to get her, Kelvin was obviously the best man. The best I could do was to eradicate her from my thoughts.

    I stood up from the sofa and made for the door.

    “Where are you going?” Kelvin asked.

    “Anywhere I won’t see you,” I muttered.

    “You’ll still come back, I know you too well. All you need is a repose.”

    Maybe he was right, maybe what I needed was a break to forget about her. Or maybe what I needed was a good meal to ease my nerves.

    I closed the door behind me and started my way out of the street.

    I signaled for a cab to stop, I wanted to go to a nearby restaurant and have some good food.

    A taxi halted before me.

    I opened the door and you wouldn’t believe who I saw seated inside.

    TO Be Continued