Tag: Uncle

  • Uncle JOE!

    Uncle JOE!

    Uncle JOE

    Thank you for choosing Siri as your online beautiful sweet story reading partner. Today we have “Uncle JOE Of Uncle JOEy by Olowojesikun Deborah Iyanu Stories Or Novels To Read with Siri.”

    🤷 Uncle JOE:

    I knew there was something special about Tara, whenever I looked at her, I see greatness in her but then sixteen years old Tara was not looking like the greatness I see in her. Tara behaves in a rascal way and dress almost half-naked going out with almost all the big boys in the environment.

    When I couldn’t overlook it again, I talked with Tara, I asked why she was acting contrary to the greatness deposited in her by God. I hadn’t said many words before she broke down in tears. Alas! She was raped by UNCLE JOE, her favorite Uncle, she was living a rough life just to get over the hurt of being raped instead, she was sinking deep and deep into grief. #fiction#

    If there is one thing I have come to realize, it is the fact that the children whom God is sending to the world in this dispensation are carriers of greatness. Psalm 127:4 likened children to arrows in the hands of a warrior. Children are meant to do great and mighty things for God but the devil who knows that if he let them do these great and mighty things, his kingdom will be ruined by orchestrated situations to get and destroy them.

    Your children are vessels but before it comes to manifestation, you as a parent have work to do. There is a place for bringing them up in the way of the Lord, there is a place for travailing over them to ensure they are safe from the claws of the enemies, and there is a place for living exemplary life so that they can become great ambassadors of the Kingdom. There is also a place of being there for them.

    There are so many physical and spiritual Uncle Joe out there destroying the life of God’s heritage, will you let them have yours? Can I hear you say “The devil will never have my children”

    Thanks for reading,

    I hope life is touched,

    I am Olowojesiku Deborah Iyanu

    I help mend broken homes and relationships and help fight rape and injustice against the female gender.

  • She Belongs To The Kitchen (Episode 8)

    She Belongs To The Kitchen (Episode 8)

    She Belongs To The Kitchen Episode 8

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    🧑‍🍳 She Belongs To The Kitchen Episode Eight: 🧡

    Lawrence: kids, its time to sleep , to your room now (he said to the the kids who were busy watching cartoon on Disney Junior)
    Deborah: Daddy you will have to tell Eva a story before she could sleep.
    Lawrence: haa this children, you people cannot kill me before my time oooh. Where is she now?
    Deborah: in our room playing
    Lawrence went inside the kids room and saw Eva sitting on the floor, playing.

    He carried her to the bed, lay her and told her to sleep but she started crying.
    Lawrence: Stop crying dear, I will tell you a story so listen carefully
    “Once upon a time, in the land of the animals”
    Lawrence started the story by the time he finished he was expecting his daughter to have slept but unfortunately for him, her eyes were wide open as if sleep was far from her.

    “This girl what did I do to you? why did you refused to sleep and allow me to rest. now sleep” (he said angrily)
    Eva: No daddy, sing for me
    Lawrence: sing what! do I look like a musician to you, now sleep before I bath you with cane.
    Eva started crying in a very loud voice, rolling on the bed and in the process woke her sleeping siblings”.
    Wally: oooooh! Eva what is it now? can’t someone sleep again?”
    Deborah: Daddy please sing for her so that she will allow us to sleep, you know tomorrow is school.

    Lawrence: OK, Eva baby come here.
    Daddy will sing for you, you know I have a very nice voice so lie down as you listen to the wonderful song I will sing for you.
    “Lawrence started singing, his voice woke Wally again”
    Wally:Daddy did mosquito entered the room?”

    Lawrence: No. why are you asking?”
    Wally: Because, your voice is even worse than Eva’s crying. please I am off to the parlour where I can sleep calmly.
    Lawrence looked at his son who was making jest of him and continue singing, before he could finish, Eva has slept off
    “Oh thank You Lord, now I can rest”
    He said relieved, he quietly covered her with a blanket and headed for the door, when he was almost out of the room, Eva opened her eyes and started crying again and this time, with an extremely loud voice
    “Devil is a liar”

    Lawrence said before going back to the crying baby to know what was wrong this time”
    Lawrence:What is it again Eva? do you want to kill me? its 12:30am already.
    Deborah: Daddy the only solution now is for you to tie her on your back, if not she will be crying through out the night so the choice is yours”.

    Lawrence got one of Bekky’s wrapper and tied Eva on his back, when he tried to sit down she started crying again so he stood up, after some minutes he went and keep his head on a table, there he slept off.

    Cassandra came back around 5am the next day because she slept at the hospital, immediately, she took her bath and got prepared to leave again.
    When she was through, she pecked her husband who was still sleeping.
    Cassandra: Honey I am off to work, please do take care of yourself and have a wonderful day.
    Samuel opened his eyes, stretched himself before looking at the wall clock.

    “Honey, isn’t it too early to leave? you just got back you know?”
    Cassandra: I know dear but I have something important to do so byeee.Amaya will cook food for you”.
    Samuel: alright, I love you”.
    Cassandra went inside Amaya’s room and gave her money to buy some foodstuffs and told her what to do while she left for work.

    Amaya: This my sister has started again, always turning me to a maid each time I come .(she hissed and went back to sleep)”.
    By 9am Amaya was through with cooking breakfast, she went and took her bath, changed into a very short skirt and sleeveless tight top that exposed a major part of her body, she sprayed perfume on her cloths and make herself up.

    When she was through, she checked herself out on the mirror.
    “oh, I am looking so hot and sexy, its time to take care of my sister’s abandoned project”
    (She carried Samuel’s breakfast and started heading to his room to serve him)”.

    Samuel who was busy reading news paper heard a knock on his door”.
    Samuel: Come in, the door is opened”
    Amaya: Sir, here is your breakfast *(she bent to keep it on the bed exposing her br**st and looking at him seductively.
    Samuel was just looking at her flabbergasted as she turned to leave shaking her buttocks.
    Samuel:Amaya, what is the meaning of this dress you are wearing? don:t you have something more decent to wear?

    Amaya: Uncle, I don’t see anything wrong with what I am wearing so relax and enjoy your meal (she winked at him and left)

    TO Be Continued

  • My Madam And I (Chapter 20)

    My Madam And I (Chapter 20)

    My Madam And I Chapter 20

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    👩‍❤️‍👨 My Madam And I Chapter Twenty:

    At the park, I got my ticket, sat at the back sit close to the window at the extreme end waiting for the bus to get filled up. So a beautiful young lady joined in sitting beside me.

    “Hello handsome” she greeted. Smiling seductively at me.

    I returned her greeting with a shy nod.

    “This park delays a lot, I need to be somewhere as soon as possible! ” she said in a troubled tone.

    I looked at her and shrugged.

    “My name is Lilly” she extended a handshake towards me smiling.

    “I am Mike ” I replied.

    “I love making friends with handsome guys, you are going to make my journey less boring “. She said, leaning on me.

    I wondered where’s this all going to end up. But she was so beautiful and smart looking , clad in a pink handles chiffon top and an official skirt, a very simple makeup upon a neatly packed braid. These attributes made her look corporate, decent and attractive.

    She talked about anything, and everything around the park. I joined in the discussion not long. We both laughed once in a while heartily. She is a good talker and a humorous one too.

    Passengers where beginning to gather. Within a short while the bus was almost full save for two passengers. Manifest was given to us to write our names. Then suddenly a call came through her phone.

    “Uncle, good morning…. Yes… Oh!…. I’m still at the park… OK sir” she hungup and immediately started leaving. “Sweetie I gat to run” she said as she hugged and came down the bus without waiting for me to say a word.

    The bus got moving, my mind busy thinking of her. She got my attention with her beauty, gentleness and humorous character. Suddenly our bus stopped at a check point. Hawkers approached us, I wanted to get a bottled water and dry meat so I dipped my hand in my pocket to fetch my wallet, it was gone. I searched every inch of my property it wasn’t there. I then noticed that my Android phone beside my backpack was also gone too. I had them a while ago. So I raised an alarm.

    “Driver! Stop this bus! ” I yelled. ” stop it right now!”

    Every one turned to me wondering what was happening. The person sitting close to me was an elderly woman and beside her was an average working class looking man. Definitely not them, put precaution measures must be taken.

    “What is the problem ?” the driver shouted from the front.

    ” I have been robbed! I have been robbed!! ” I yelled louder.

    The police men on duty heard me and pulled us over. They searched every one and everything in the bus nothing was found. So they ask me to retrace the last time I saw my valuables.

    “Right here with me” I said with all certainty. I replied a message with the phone when a young lady was with me, then I put it at a pocket beside my backpack here” I said pointing at the side of my backpack .

    ” and where’s the young girl? ” a police man asked.

    “She alighted before we moved” . I said. Then it occurred to me that perhaps it could be her who took my stuff.

    ” the young lady took your things na, was she not the only person that came down from this bus?! ” the driver asked angrily.

    Other passengers joined in, some where calling me names for wasting their time, while the raged driver wouldn’t refrain from throwing the abusive words at me. Others consoled me and advised that I be wary of women, not knowing what brought me here is because of one.

    In the bus passengers accounted their experiences or someone else’s, or an article or news they read of similar event one after the other, until we got to our destination.

    I was stranded and too shy to beg. But as soon as we got to the park I shouted.

    ” please ! I need assistance. I’m stranded I don’t have a penny to continue to my destination. ”

    To my greatest surprise, they started accusing me of pretentious act to extort them “that’s how they use to do !”. A lady shouted. ” criminals! ” . Another passenger, a man said. ” and they will look all gentle and decent, they are wolves in sheep clothing “. others said their own bit while some just kept quiet . The driver didn’t waste time to drag me out of the bus, and asked me to leave else they’ll bur*n me alive.

    I felt greatly trodden upon . My shoulders droopy same as my pathetic looking face. Then the elderly woman beside me called me and asked me to tell her the truth. I swore with everything I held dear. Then she asked how much will take me home. I told her. She dipped her hand in her hand bag ,gave me the money and said.

    “It is between you and God”.

    To Be Continued