FablingVerse

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3rd March 2021

Shayo and His New Giraffe Friend: Thriller, Free to Read Short Stories, Fabling, Pam, Shayo, Tayo, Grief, Adventure, Reincarnation, paranormal, Short Story

The rain was falling again so Shayo could not go out to play, he dropped his ball and kicked it lightly then sat on his butt. His mum was in the study working, and his dad had travelled again. Shayo thought of throwing a tantrum, but he clearly remembered what his mum said. “Shayo, if you disturb me one more time, I’ll take your Sunday ice cream from you.” Shayo frowned.

He stood up to look out of the window again, but the rain seemed heavier, he sighed then slowly walked around the sitting room before another longing gaze out of the window. Then he walked out of the sitting room, and to the study. His mother was lost in her work.

Shayo continued his walk. He went to the fridge, opened it, then the ice cream container, it was still full. He closed the fridge then went to the store. Inside the store on the top of a pile, there was a toy giraffe. Shayo wondered what it was doing up there, he climbed to the top of the pile, trying not to make any noise, then he grabbed it, and ran into the sitting room with it.

“What is your name?” Shayo asked. “I’ll c…

“My name is Tayo,” the giraffes said.

Shayo jumped

“Don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you.”

Shayo stopped.

“I am just a talking toy I promised.”

“Where are you from?” Shayo asked

“The other place.” It replied. “It is the place where little children go when they leave this place.”

“Are you here to play with me?” Shayo asked

“Yes.” The giraffe answered, its eyes began to glow. “What game will you like to play?”

Shayo sat back down and thought.

“If the rain could stop falling, I would like to play ball.”

The giraffe’s head turned to look outside the window, the rain seemed more aggressive. “Let me see what I can do.”

The rain stopped and the sun came out.

“How did you do that?” Shayo asked.

“A miracle,” the giraffe said.

Shayo laughed, grabbed the giraffe and his ball, and ran out to play.

He set up the goal post and placed the giraffe down. This time the giraffe did not stay put, it moved, and it stretched to warm up.

Shayo kicked the ball and Tayo ran after it. They kicked the ball together, Shayo scored a lot of goals and Tayo scored some, and then Shayo got tired and laid on the grass.

Tayo joined him.

“How old are you now?” Tayo asked

“I’m five,” Shayo answered.

“You are a big boy now.” He said, “How is daddy?”

“Daddy is fine, he travels a lot. So, I hardly see him.”

“What of mummy?” Tayo asked

“She is working,” Shay answered. “Do you want to see her?”

“Yes!” Tayo jumped up, then realized how eager he seemed, “yes”

Shayo grabbed him and ran into the study.

Tayo stared at her, his brows furrowed, eyes squinted, and lips turned down.

“Mummy mummy! See my new friend, he made the rain stop falling!” Shayo said

“That’s good Shayo.” She said not lifting her head. “What’s his name?”

“Tayo.”

She looked up and at the giraffe. It looked strange, but it felt familiar. “How did you get that giraffe?”

“I found it in the store.”

“But that’s impossible, I… I burnt it.”

“Mummy.” The giraffe said.

She ran towards it and hugged it.

“Mummy do you know Tayo?” Shayo asked, but his mum just kept crying.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry, I was trying to move on, I’m sorry, we did not have the money to treat you, I’m sorry, we will change things.”

“Mummy.” The giraffe said.

She pulled back to look at it.

“Your love, not your money, brought me back.” And the lights vanished from its eyes, it was a toy again.

“Tayo, no no, Tayo don’t go.” she shook him, the giraffe did not speak, she started crying.

“He has left the giraffe,” Shayo said

His mum cried some more.

“He went into your stomach.”

She froze.

“Tayo is in your stomach,” Shayo repeated.

She stood up almost falling back down, grabbed her keys and Tayo and ran out.

“Where are we going?” Shayo asked but his mother did not reply.

She rushed out of the house, into her car and to a drug store. Then she rushed back into her car and hurried home.

Shayo sat in front of his mother’s room starring. she had shut herself in after returning from the drug store, and now he could hear her sobbing.

The door opened and she fell to the floor and hugged him. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I love you so so much.”

“What happened?” He asked.

“Your sister is in my stomach.” She replied.

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Shayo and His New Giraffe Friend

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Mbe the tortoise and the rich man

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3rd February 2021

Keywords: Mbe the tortoise and the rich man: Igbo Folktale, Anansi vs Mbe, tortoise folk tale, Anansi the spider, the rich man, the poor looking rich man, ijapa, Fabling, Pam

Once upon a time in the land of folktales, Mbe, The Tortoise decided it was time to marry, he had become a farmer and the only way he could get his crops sold in the market was if he had a wife, as that was the rule of the land. Women without husbands could not own farmlands and men without wives could not own market stalls. Even though tortoise needed a wife to gain permission to sell his good at the market, he did not want a wife from his village, because all the women in his village knew him to be poor, lazy, cunning, sneaky, smart, vindictive, uncultured, and wise, and so they did not want to marry him.

At that time, there was also a rich man from Mbe’s village who also needed a wife. But he was so rich that everybody knew he was rich and wanted a piece of his wealth, so he did not feel comfortable with marrying a from his village.

Realizing that they could not marry from their village, both The rich man and Mbe the Tortoise set out to a faraway village to find wives. Mbe alone, and the rich man with his entourage. On their way, they both ran into each other and exchanged greetings.

After greeting each other Mbe asked the rich man where he was heading. Mbe already knew where the rich man was heading. Mbe had planned his journey to coincide with that of the rich man. The rich man told him that he was on his way to find a wife and Mbe said. “Oh, what a coincidence, me too.”

The rich man and Mbe began talking until they got to the point of the conversation that Mbe wanted. Mbe asked The rich man why he was going to a different town to find a wife and the rich man told him, then Mbe said, “But if you go into the new village looking like a rich man, won’t the women there also know you are rich and marry you for your money?”

The rich man panicked, so Mbe continued, “Why don’t we exchange clothes? If you go in looking like a for a man dressed in rags to have such a rich looking entourage?” The rich man had not realised this, he asked Tortoise to suggest what he could do with them, and the tortoise had an answer. “I’m already dressed like you, you could give them to me and I’ll handle them till you return.” The rich man agreed and handed his entourage over to Mbe. Then they continued on their journey, but now the rich man was alone, dressed in rags, and had a load of bride price that only he could not carry.

“People in the new village will be suspicious if a man who looks like you do comes to marry their daughter bearing all these, why don’t I take them?” The rich man agreed and gave the tortoise his bride price and the tortoise gave him his. And now there was nothing left to take from the rich man, so they both continued on their journey.

When they got to the village, the people flocked around the tortoise and dismissed the poor looking rich man. The tortoise did not have to sell himself, his wealthy appearance sold him. Once he announced he had come looking for a wife, everybody offered him their daughters, and he got to pick the most pleasing looking women. He even found a female tortoise willing to marry him. By the end of the time night came, the tortoise had married 50 wives.

The rich man on the other hand had terrible luck. When he announced why he had come, the villagers dispersed and hid their daughters from him, he went from house to house asking, even begging for a wife, but everybody turned him back. Then he came upon a field where a woman was harvesting some crops, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He asked her why she had not gone to marry Tortoise and she laughed and told him that she was not interested in being the fifty-first wife of a man who was overly reliant on his wealth. He asked her if he could help her harvest her crops and she said yes. While working together, The rich man and the woman started talking and during their conversation, it slipped that he was a rich man. She was not as surprised as he had expected, and she told him that she could sense that there was something different about him. So she asked him why he had fallen for the tortoise’s trick.

“Anansi.” The rich man said. “While I was planning my journey, Anansi the spider came to tell me that Mbe the tortoise had confided in him that he would trick me into letting him come to the village as me and me going as him, and they had made a bet about it. Anansi had bet that I would not fall for the trick, and he was right, I would not fall for it, but he also had a lesson he wanted to teach tortoise for something tortoise had done to him, so he came to me with another deal, and told me to go into the village as a poor man and let Mbe go in as a rich man, and if at the end of the day I could not find a wife as a poor man, then I could strip Mbe of my wealth once we left the village, retrieve my entourage and head to another village.”

After listening to the poor man, the woman laughed and asked him if he was still looking for a wife. He said yes, and so she took him to her parents. At first, her parents refused and insisted that she married Mbe, but when she would not change her mind, they agreed to let her marry the poor looking rich man. Their marriage happened at the same time that Mbe’s marriage to the 50 women happened, and the women getting married to Mbe made it a point to laugh at her. They even used her to cheer up their friends who were not picked by Mbe, saying, ‘At e=least you are not getting married to the poorest man in the world.”

The rich man got angry at them for making fun of his wife and almost demanded that the tortoise returned his wealth, but the woman stopped him with a mischievous smile. After the wedding they all went in with their wives and while in bed with his new wife, the rich man asked, “What if I lied to you, and I am actually not rich?”

His wife replied. “Then at least I got married to a person I can have a good conversation with for the rest of my life, and my life will not be boring.”

Reassured, they consummated their marriage and went to sleep.

In Mbe’s quarters, Mbe lined up his fifty wives and consummated his marriage with all of them, in order to prevent them from leaving him when the truth was revealed. He worked so hard through the night that by the time morning came he had become, so skinny that the rich man’s attire could no longer fit him.

When the rich man woke up he told his wife he was going to get his wealth from the tortoise so they could head home, but she stopped him, saying, “If truly you are a rich man, and the tortoise is poor, won’t his fifty wives refuse to follow him?” So they journeyed to the rich man’s home while the tortoise journeyed to his own home, carried by the rich man’s entourage as he had rendered himself paralyzed. And his fifty wives trailed them.

When they arrived at the village, the people were shocked to see the rich man looking poor and asked him if he was robbed, but he explained that the tortoise had convinced him that he would not find a good wife if he went there looking rich. He greeted Anansi and thanked him for the tip, then they waited for the tortoise to arrive.

Tortoise’s arrival was met with laughter from the village. His wives were rowdy and proud and unaware. They thought the villager had gathered to welcome their richest man. But when the entourage spotted their master, they stripped the tortoise of the rich man’s cloth and dropped him. Then they returned to their master’s side with his wealth. The rich man got changed and handed Mbe his clothing to the shock of his new wives.

The rich man said thank you to Tortoise, then returned to his mansion with his wife.

The tortoise was distraught. Being surrounded by wealth, he had forgotten that he was poor, and now that his new wives realized what he had done, they were so angry that they refused to let him touch them.

Anansi congratulated the tortoise on winning the bet and acquiring fifty wives, and the tortoise thanked him for telling the rich man about their bet. He said to Anansi. “I knew you would try to teach me a lesson with this, but you see, women do not like to suffer, now I have fifty wives who will have children, work for me, and make me a comfortable man.”

Anansi was lost for words, so he walked away.

Tortoise new wives were all angry at first, but seeing as they had come along way from home, and everybody at home thought they had married a rich man, they decided to work to getter and become rich in the new village. Of the fifty, only 10 became pregnant, the forty who did not become pregnant returned his bride price and found new husbands, but with just the 10 who remained, working hard for their survival, Mbe tortoise could finally become the laziest version of himself. This is why till date, you will still see tortoises lazing around in his house and never bothering to work hard.

The End

Mbe The Tortoise and The Rich Man

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Not the ending you were expecting right? I find that Mbe, also known as Ijapa (‘i’t ‘ja’cket kpa) to the Yorubas in Nigeria, and Anansi, the God of stories from Ghana, share similar stories. While Anansi’s tales tend to explain life’s concepts, Tortoise’s tales tend to show either the importance or the consequence of being too cunning or smart. Lol, that was me just being a folktale geek for a second, you can check out our Anansi vs Mbe category for more folk tales involving the two wise guys, or you can go down the rabbit hole of the Fablingverse’s many story worlds. You are welcome to spend forever here.

The Day The Gods Answered

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19th January 2021

Keywords: The Day The Gods Answered, Free to read, short story, Humour, Throlling, Fablingverse

Once in a while, in the Fablingverse, the gods get together and draw a raffle lot with every creature’s prayers. When a creature’s name is picked, irrespective of the motive behind their prayers, it would be answered. And that time had come, and this time, a human from Earth 1 was the winner.

Bidemi had been indoors all day, playing Neverwinter when PHCN took the light. He was just about to enter the dungeon at — with his teammates, he looked up and said, “God Why? Please, let them bring back the light!” But the light did not come back on.

He got up to get some food from the fridge despite knowing there was no food in it and prayed. “God please let there be food in there.” But when he opened it, it was empty.

He went to his sitting room and turned on the television to Netflix, and it had expired. He looked up and prayed, “God, A million dollars in my account would be nice.” but he got not alert.

He picked up his phone and dialed his friend’s number to ask for some money, but his friend said, “Sorry guy, Owu dey blow me, the poverty is real bro.” then he prayed for Bidemi “God will provide for us.”

Bidemi said Amen. Then lay on his bed, but he needed to eat some food, so he got up and went to the rest room, but had difficulty peeing, so even though he he knew he would get no answer, he prayed. “God please let it not be an STI.”

He didn’t even wash his hands when he left the rest room, and he went to out of his house to wait for a food hawker. But there was non, so he prayed again, “God please, if not anything, please just let a ground nut hawker appear.”

And that was it. A groundnut hawker appeared. Bidemi saw the groundnut hawker appear too and realised that the gods were alive, and the had been listening to him all day. He realised that he had made a mistake. He should have asked for something else. He prayed, “God please, not that prayer, please, a car, please I need a car.” But no car appeared.

The groundnut seller was walking away, he shouted, “Groundnut! Wait please!” then went back to praying, “Okay, okay, God please, please 1 million Naira, just one million Naira.”

He prayed and he prayed and the gods of the Fablingverse laughed. That was the sole point of the raffle, entertainment for the gods during their Once in a while meeting.

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Don’t you just hate it when a mundane prayer gets answered? Want to read about somebody else being trolled by life? Check out The Night He Lost

Agadi Nwanyi na Asi Asiri (The Gossiping Old Woman) – An Igbo Mythology on The First Dibia

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12th January 2021

Agadi Nwanyi na Asi Asiri (The Gossiping Old Woman) – An Igbo Mythology on The First Dibia

Keywords: Agadi Nwanyi na asi asiri (the gossiping old woman), An Igbo Mythology – The First Dibia, Igbos, African, Nigerian Mythology, Free to Read, Short Story, Fabling, Pam, Fablingverse, Osu, Ugiri tree, Agwu, Onwa, Chinaeke, Mbe, Nkita

A long time ago, in the early years of the Igbos, after they had settled in their new land, a great woman was born, and she was called Agadi Nwanyi na Asi Asiri—the Gossiping Old Woman—the First Dibia.

Whenever the first Igbos migrated to a new land, they would make a deal with the arusi of the land to ensure the god was okay to their settlement. One of the men, usually the first son—di Okpala—would activate the arusi with a sacrifice. This man and his lineage would later be called Osu (but that’s a different and very complicated story) for they were the pure ones, the ones connected to the god of the land. Nobody could lay a finger on them without facing the god’s vengeance.

After being activated, the god or goddess of the land—usually a version of the elemental gods—would grant the immigrants permission to become citizens and give them laws to live by. If these laws were broken, either the entire community would perish, or the culprit alone would suffer the consequences.

In the land where Agadi Nwanyi was born, the arusi was the female embodiment of that part of the earth, she was the goddess, Nneoma. When she gave the founders her laws, they accepted them and vowed never to break them, thus earning her permission to settle in the land.

The Osu, despite being the one to activate the goddess, could not see into the spirit realm. The Igbos, learning that everything in the land was connected to a spirit, struggled to adapt because they lacked spiritual insight.

One day, an old woman, Agadi Nwanyi, received a calling. At first, it was deemed Ara (madness)—something unprecedented in their history, even in their former land. To the onlookers, she seemed mad, so they avoided her. In her so-called madness, during Onwa Abuo (the second moon of the lunar year), she ventured into the forest. She stayed there for three moons, and in Onwa Agwu (the month of the masquerades, the fifth moon), she returned to her community, appearing like a madwoman yet exuding the wisdom of the sanest among the Igbos.

Nobody knew what had happened in the forest, but the old woman had accessed the Void of Agwu and gained the wisdom of their world and the one beyond. She knew the names of all gods and spirits and how to make requests of them. She had become the first dibia. She could hear everyone’s thoughts, see the past and the future, and understand everything about everyone.

It became clear that the god of wisdom and divinity himself had called her to his service. The Igbos called her Agadi Nwanyi na Asi Asiri—the Gossiping Old Woman—because she knew everything and shared all she knew. She proved invaluable, even curing illnesses by listening to the spirits of trees. She became their dibia, their native doctor.

While she lived, everyone sought her wisdom, and she helped all without charging a personal fee, taking only what the gods and spirits required. But one day, Onwu (Death) came for Agadi Nwanyi.

Chineke had once sent The Dog (Nkita) to instruct the Igbos on how to avoid death becoming permanent after the first human died. However, Nkita met The Tortoise (Mbe) along the way and got distracted by the keg palm wine which Mbe had offered him. Forgetting the original instruction, Nkita told the humans to bury their dead in the earth, cementing the permanence of death.

When Agadi Nwanyi died, the Igbos became hopeless, realizing how dependent they had become on her wisdom. They refused to bury her and begged the Osu to summon the goddess of the land. They cried, beseeching the goddess to plead with Chinaeke to return the old woman to them.

Chineke heard their pleas but bound by the laws of death, could not bring her back. However, moved by compassion, He offered a replacement. Through their goddess, He instructed them to bury the old woman, promising to restore what they missed about her.

After they buried Agadi Nwanyi na Asi Asiri, a sacred Ugiri (bush mango) tree sprouted from her head. The seeds of the tree held all the knowledge she had gained through her connection with Agwu, along with the ability to access further wisdom.

The Igbos were instructed to take two seeds from the Ugiri tree, cut them into halves, and tie each half vertically on the same string. This string was called Afa. From time to time, Agwu would call certain individuals, bestowing upon them the ability to read and understand Afa. Some would even gain the ability to see what the old woman had seen.

Over 5,000 years have passed, and the Igbos still use Afa to access the wisdom of Agwu. Folklore has it that Agadi Nwanyi will one day reincarnate to once again deliver the Igbos from the harshness of Uwa (the world).

Hope you enjoyed Agadi Nwanyi na Asi Asiri (The Gossiping Old Woman) – An Igbo Mythology of The First Dibia.

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Nature’s Little Mistake

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6th January 2021

Keywords: Nature’s Little Mistake – Born a mistake, Free Short Stories, Slice of Life, Fabling

I was born a mistake. Wait, don’t starts talking nonsense about nobody being born a mistake or God, The Writer having a purpose for everybody. Just listen without interrupting for once in your life. So, I was born a mistake on January 9, 1981. My parents did not want me, my father rejected my mother’s pregnancy, and my mother rejected me by downing some abortion pills in her third trimester, but I was born. Oh, she hated me. She did. She left me at the hospital that night and ran away. I wouldn’t find her until 20 years had passed. But who could blame her? I was hideous.

How can a good looking man and woman breed an atrocity such as myself? For a long time, I’d wish to become handsome by some form of miracle, but God doesn’t grant wishes so I eventually accepted myself; The huge zit like bump on my forehead which was an extension of my skull, and the huge boulder on the top of my back the caused my knees to buckle. I accepted it all and the fate that came with it. I was a mistake, after all, if I had obeyed my mother and died in her womb, I would not have to suffer.

I remember living in the orphanage, we were all the same, mistakes, abandoned by our parents or society, but I felt more different than everybody, and I tried o avoid everybody as much as I could, but there was this kid, Daniel. He was a persistent one and made himself my friend, and before long, he had rubbed off on me and I’d be getting into trouble with him.

One time, we both scaled the fence of the home and went into town begging for money, we had made about a thousand Naira when the administrator, on her way to the home saw us, I guess it was the boulder on my back that drew her attention. She pulled over in her car and ragged us back by our ears. We were going to be flogged when Daniel shouted. “We had to run! Tade had a dream.”

I was as surprised as everybody. Daniel continued, “Yes, his hunched back, it’s contagious, it’s a curse!”

The administrator rolled her eyes and proceeded with the beating

“It might burst ma!” I chimed in.

She stopped.

“Ma, He is telling the truth, if it bursts and touches anybody, they or their children will look just like me!”

She said I was full of shit, but she reluctantly stopped beating us and sent us to our rooms. It was that day that I say a benefit to my deformity.

I was happy, thanks to Daniel, and the other children at the orphanage who had joined our clique of trouble makers, I finally felt like I belonged somewhere, but I still felt different. Then we turned 18 and the home let us go, out into the real, cruel world.

Daniel got into a university, but I couldn’t because my body was not the only thing that was wrong with me. My brain was a mistake, despite the extension of my big head, my skull was filled with water alone. Books refused to settle in, so I started work at the only place that hired me, a bar.

The bar hosted a comedy act every night, so it was always packed, and I took advantage of the crowd, telling them pity stories about my life and earning quite a lot in pity tips. Then one day, the comedy act for the night was cancelled, my boss became panicked and tried to find a last-minute act. I asked if I could take the stance, but he looked at me and scuffed. His exact words “Give you the podium to swindle my guests with your Nature’s little mistake story?”

His loss, I told myself and continued cleaning. And surprisingly, he came back to me, asking me to stall until the main act arrived.

“So um, my name is Tade, just Tade, I grew up in an orphanage, I’m Nature’s Little mistake, and if you know me, you know I’m about to guilt-trip you into giving me your money.” That was my opening line, the crowd loved it. “Hey, Mr. You fell for it yesterday!” I said, “You laughing there, you’ll fall for it today.”

I told them stories of mischief, mostly with Daniel and joked about my creative process.

“When God created me, she had a few extra bones and barrel of Tequilla.” It was a good night, so good that I became the show. So good that I got a manager.

Soon, I was living the life, making fun of myself and making money. Life was great, then you came along. A very annoying woman. It was that pie, the one you baked in red paper, you put too much salt in it. It was disgusting. Yuck! But it was the first time anybody gave me anything I did not guilt them out of.

You said you were my new neighbour and wanted to introduce yourself. I expected that that would be the last I’d see you. But just like Daniel, you were persistent, and I soon began to wonder who owned my apartment.

To be honest, I was happy, I had been feeling lonely despite the crowd around me and considering downing a fifth of cyanide, in fact, that was what I was looking up on the internet the day you first knocked on my door. ‘can cyanide be mistakenly consumed?’ But you felt too good to be true. Then you made me buy a lottery ticket last night and started talking about nonsense like the future and hope like you planned on being in my future, and I could no longer suppress my emotions, so I lashed out.

“What is your problem? Is this a joke to you? Why me? Aren’t their other neighbours?” I spat “Am I your charity case? Is someone paying you to be around me? Or what? Do you think that I’ll be so grateful that you are around me that I’ll start spending my money on you?”

Yes, I feel like an asshole writing down my words.

Today, when I woke up, I saw the lottery ticket you made me buy on the dressing table, I was going to throw it away, but the though hurt the hump on my back, and my chest too, so I went online to see the results. The numbers were 21 2 50 89 37. What are the odds? I got all five numbers. I won One Hundred Million Naira, but I was more sad than happy.

Keywords: Let’s Play, My First Complete Novel, Nigerian, Free, Web Novel, Drama, Romance, Play Girl, Fabling Pam, Fablingverse

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I kept on staring at the guy sitting in front of me with maximum curiosity. Why had he even kidnapped me in the first place, I mean, I can understand why any guy should be obsessed with me, even I am obsessed with myself. But this was just plain, weird
“Why are you looking at me like that?” He asked with an amused tone in his voice
“Because you haven’t ‘explained’ why you kidnapped me” I emphasised on the word explained because I really needed one. But instead of giving me an explanation he just went into what I supposed he used as a room since I had been tied to the same place for the whole night.
After a few seconds he came out from his room with a wooden chair, he dragged the chair to my front and turned it around so that its back faced me then he sat down with his legs on the two sides of the chair and his head rested on his hands which were folded on the top of the chair then he stared deep into my eyes, so deep that I felt like a puppy who had done something nutty and was getting a stare down from its master but I tried to retain a hard face through it all.
“Because I am going to get married to you, you will have my kids, and we will live happily ever after” the last part of his sentence seemed to dawn on me in slow motion, time froze, and a volcano erupted from the core of my stomach and sprawled all over his face and the floor between us. A good thing the rest of his body was behind the chair.
“Wow, that’s how much I disgust you” The sarcasm was clear in his voice as he stood up like I had just thrown a pot of acid on him, he left me once again and went inside his room. I looked around the sitting room for the gazillionth time since he kidnapped me and I sighed, I was already bored and wanted to go back home. Not to my hostel, home, to my parents, so they can lock up this psychopath Chinedu of a guy.
His last statement rang in my head and somehow, I felt like I had heard a similar statement before, Ikem popped up in my head and the details of last night began to come back to me.

I was so pissed off at Ikem for being so egocentric and acting like I was a little girl. Well, with the way I acted, I did not blame him, but something about that guy just brought out the worst in me. Every time I saw him, I had this strange urge to kill him but to kiss him first, probably kiss him to death, and he was not even helping. It was like he really wanted me to kill him. Again, I am weird.
After I left him in the faculty, I had this urge to go back upstairs to meet him and apologize for the way I had acted, but I shook it off and decided to head back to the hall to see if I had succeeded in increasing the crack that I had already put on the fence of Clara’s heart.
I walked slowly but determined into towards the hall but I never got to complete the journey, because apparently, careless me was not paying attention to my surrounding and so did not notice when a soft cotton cloth went over my nose and the strong smell of chloroform knocked me out.
I looked at the floor in front of me and my stomach felt like it was swirling again, but there was no food left in it after the first time. The sight of my Vomit made me sick. I had not really eaten anything so it was composed mainly of water and some white particles that must have been the leftover from the rice I had eaten two days ago.
I wondered what Dan was doing if she had realised that I was missing or if I had not even crossed her mind. I reassured myself that she would find out that something was wrong and go looking for me since I was supposed to drive her home after the fundraiser. She would have called my number a lot and when there was no reply she would become suspicious. Bat a nagging bug in my head kept on asking me if she had even bothered calling since she was used to me having late nights and what could she even do? Go to the useless police? Put up missing posters? I was doomed!
Chinedu came out with a mop stick a bucket with foamy water in it. Then he began to mop the floor. When he was through he brought out a hanky from his pocket and wiped my mouth clean. The hanky smelt like it had been soaked in antiseptic.
Shocked, I looked confused at him and then I noticed that he had cleaned up pretty good, He now wore a blue t-shirt and his hair still looked a little wet. I kept on staring at him like he was the strangest thing I had ever seen, like a unicorn with a dinosaur’s tail, and the paws of a dog and a human’s lip.
He smirked at me then took the mop stick and bucket out of the sitting room. He came back in with wet hands and took his former sitting position
“That is no way for my future wife to behave” He teased but it sounded like a warning
“Keep on talking and you’ll need more mop sticks” I warned in a challenging tone which only made him smile.
“Do you remember when we first met?” He asked with a sheepish smile
“Yes, and now I wish we never met” I spat at him again. If I continued spitting on him I would run out of saliva, I noted to myself. He brought out a different hankie from his pocket and wiped his face. “Clean freak” I hissed.
“I never really understood why you despised me so much,” He said as he put the hankie back into his pocket “I really thought we could me friends”
“You are sick right?” Sarcasm clear in my tone.
“Think back love” He stared into my eyes like it was going to make me remember. “You saved my life and now I only live for you.”
“What?” I was shocked. I have never saved anybody’s life, killed people in my head, but never saved a life.
Instead of answering me he just stood up and went into his room. I waited there for the next three hours just staring at the clock and waiting for him to come out again, it was not like I had anything better to do. Like move from my sitting position.
I had decided that when next he came out I would ask to use the ladies then lie to him that I would be on soon. ‘Guys hate that’ that would probably scare him and he would let me go. I guessed. But after waiting for about the whole day for him to leave his room I got tired and decided to reflect on my past life. Since it seemed he had decided to put my future on hold till Dan discovers that I am missing.
My mind went back to when Daniella had asked me to gather information on that lecturer that tried to blackmail her.
“Please Bimbo, I only need specific information. Not you getting involved” She said seriously.
“Then why tell me?” I could not believe that she wanted me to miss out on the action
“Because you are the best when it comes to gathering information on people” Yes I am
“Flattery would get you no were missy” I wiggled my finger in front of her face “You remember what happened to me in SS3 and I never got my revenge,” I said in the most pleading voice ever and her eyes fell down and I knew that I had just hit a soft spot
“But…” She tried to protest but I cut her off.
“To me, this is not just about having your revenge. It is making a statement” I made an attempt to get on my knees but she immediately pulled me up and at that point, I began to think of how to ruin that man’s life.
“Be careful” she sighed.

My mind then went back to John. The boyfriend who I never seemed to care about because I always knew he was a player and he would cheat on me. To say the honest truth, I was only going out with him because he was the president of Dan’s faculty and He had been asking me out for so long that I lost count and Daniella forced me to go out with him because she thought I would end up getting old without children since I always clung to the past so I agreed, not just because of that but because she said I could dump him I still did not like him.
He was a really sweet guy. Seriously, sometimes he made me dinner, within the three months that we dated, he remembered my birthday, and he was perfect. But he was a player. Not that I have anything against players, it was just, I already had this opinion about guys only warming their way up into your heart so that they can cool their way down to your pant, so I could never bring myself to like him. That was why I dumped him the moment Muyiwa offered to pay me if I dumped him and I jumped at the idea and thank my stars I never got to see him again.
My mind stopped wondering and I began to count the ceiling. I had to come up with a plan and quick. I could not stay here one more day. I needed to go back to my former life.
“I want to urinate!” I could have said ‘I want to use the ladies’ but decided to use the most appalling word so that he would get disgusted and let me go, although I doubted if it would work. He came out of his room with a handcuff and my mouth dropped open
He handcuffed my hand to my back before he untied me then he led out of the sitting room to his room and I took the chance to look around it. It was the same size as the parlour but looked more spacious as it only had a ‘one thin person’ bed a table and chair and a little refrigerator. His room was also white and his bed sheet was white also.
“Clean freak!” I whispered to myself as he led me to another door inside his room
“Be quick.” He said as he opened the door.
I hurried in and he shut the door behind me. I looked around his bathroom and smirked. It was so clean that you could eat off the floor. Everything was in its place. I looked at the door handle and discovered that he had not removed the key.
I immediately backed the door so I could use my hands to lock it with the key. He must have heard the sound of the key because immediately I turned the key the first time, he tried to open the door, but I was too quick.
“I am never getting out of here till you tell me why you kidnapped me” I shouted
“You should be hungry. I’ll get something for you to eat” he said like he had not heard my previous statement then I heard his footsteps leave his room.
“Come back here!” I demanded “I am not through with you!” but he had already left his room.
I laid back on the wall in defeat then gently slid to the ground “Dan you better come find me”
I looked at the white toilet and all of a sudden, I felt like using it.

To be continued…

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Let’s Play – Chapter 17

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2nd September 2020

Murder House: Horror, Thriller, Free Short Stories, Malice, Revenge, Best friend, Sacrifice, Gambling, Ritual, Choices, The Devil, Fabling, Pam

Linda pushed open the door, her hands shaking from fear, she tried to remember how she got to this room, but all she remembered was a night of heavy drinking and partying. She was at her best friend’s birthday batch, she had played a few wild games, she had danced naked on the drinks table, she had played beer pong, she had played ‘I’ve never’, and lost, then she had gone out for air and everything went black.

The door led into a narrow hallway with more doors, her heartbeat became rapid. “How did I get here?” She thought. The walls were charcoal black, and the doors red, from where she stood she could see 5 of them on her left and 5 to her right, and one in front of her. She tried to think back to how she got there but she kept drawing blanks.

“One of these doors should lead me outside, I hope” she prayed. “God please let me get out.” But she knew God was not there, she did not know how or why, but she felt it. God was not there.

She slowly opened the door to the first room, the heat scorched her hands so she shut it immediately. The room was filled with fire. She ran back to the room she had come from, but the door was gone. She frantically searched the wall for a hidden handle, as she finally realised where she could be, hell.

She slid down the wall in defeat, weeping. ‘How could this be?’ She thought. ‘When did I die?’

“How come I’m alone?” She finally spoke. “Am I supposed to pick my door?” She slowly got up and walked to the far left of the hall then braced herself for what was behind the door.

A large head of a Python launched at her and she shot it immediately. She turned to door number three and opened it. It was filled with ocean water and vast, drowning seamed like a good hell to her, then she saw a shark swimming towards her; she shut the door.

Door number four was filled with scorpions, door number five was freezing under 0 degrees, and had dragon-like creatures flying about. Door number six was teeming with large spiders, door number seven had roaches. door number eight had lions, and door number smelled of sniper, the insect killer, no a smell more potent, her lungs constricted she had to catch her breath before peaking into door number 10. In it was a single rope, hanging from the ceiling and a stool underneath it, it looks like mercy, she shot the door, and leaned against it.

This was it. This was the punishment she deserved. She wouldn’t say she led a good life filled with love and mercy, but she wouldn’t also call her self a horrible person deserving a gruel some end.

She took a breath, opened door number 10 and stepped in, then climbed on the stool and took the rope.

“What are you doing.” A cloaked figure said, leaning by the corner of the room.

She hadn’t noticed it until it spoke, but her ability to feel fear had switched itself off.

“Picking my hell.” She said.

“This is not hell.” The voice said to her.

“What?” She asked.

“This is not hell.” The figure said, moving off the wall. “This is a choice on how you die.”

“What? I’m not dead yet?” She asked.

“Not yet. You’ve been sacrificed for the desires of someone close to you.”

“Who?” She asked. “Wait why?”

“Your best friend’s family is in bad debt, and she sold her soul to me in exchange, but the price of a soul is the death of another. The thing behind each door is a painful way your spirit could die and move to the afterlife, and also hints on how you die in real life.”

“So suicide, no matter what I choose, I die by suicide.”

“Technically.” It moved closer to her. “You die by suicide here, but if you had chosen the ice dragons; after you leave the party for air, you’ll fall asleep outside and die from cold.”

“How do I die like this?”

“You get into your car to drive home. And bash it into a pole, the same for if you had chosen the door with the toxic smell, or fire, but here instead of dying from fire or burning wires, you die from being strangled by your airbag.”

“So this is what most people choose.”

It smiled a smile that spread from one end of its shaded face to the next.

“I choose to remain in the passageway and not die.” She put up a brave face and got down from the stool.

“That’s impossible.” Its face became blank again.

“Why?” She had already started walking out the door.

It did not respond to her. But she could feel its gaze on her back. It made her stop.

“You could leave here,” It started, paused, then continued when she turned to face him. “Sell me your soul and you walk out of here unharmed.”

She thought about it. “What happens to those who sell their soul to you?”

“I eat their soul when they die?”

“So they get no afterlife?”

“That I eat them doesn’t mean they die. They keep living but inside me.”

“I refuse.”

“Are you not angry? Did your best friend not betray you?” It was agitated. “Do you not want revenge?”

“I am angry. I am afraid, but I am not stupid. It all makes sense to me now. I was not the nicest person in the world. I used to play this game, give people options with every option leading to their demise. I put my best friend in her situation, she thought I was helping her. I understand so much that I know that there is no way I’ll escape here unscathed and selling my soul to you is the worst of the choices. I can imagine living inside you with all the torment of my actions crumpled in with the torment the other souls in you. I refuse it.”

The figure flung its head back laughing, it’s hood fell back and now its face was visible. It was beautiful but malicious looking. She was stunned. “What, you expected to see a monster?” But before she could answer, it changed into a dark go0ey form with a mouth as wide as its face and teeth as sharp as sharks, a horn and legs of a serpent. And from every corner of its body, souls struggled to escape. “You expected to see this?”

Her fear was back. She ran for the door.

“This was unexpected, I could have had a little fun with you.” It laughed and started moving to the wall where he had initially been leaning. “I told you, it is impossible not to make a choice.”

She opened the door and came face to face with the ice dragon. This was what she had done to her best friend. No escape, then acted as if she had done nothing and continued the friendship. She was vile. The icy breath of the dragon grazed her face and she ran to the stool, she’ll die before it got to her. She got on the stool and noosed the rope around her neck and kicked the stool. Before her eyes closed in death, the dragon swallowed her from beneath, but the lions pounce on it, rolling her out of its mouth and then they mauled her just as the spiders came in and webbed the room.

“And if she had picked the scorpions she would simply have died as she was always meant to die, Alcohol poisoning.” The figure said as it vanished.

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When she left the parting, a rough-looking man had tried to talk to her.

“Hey, sweet, pretty. You need a hand?” He said.

She was wasted but even as drunk as she was he was still beneath her. “Stay the fuck away from me creep.” Her words came out slurred but with enough venom to keep him away. She wanted to vomit the alcohol she had, but it would be unsightly and beneath her, she wondered how she had ended up drinking this much, and just as the creep strolled towards his friends who were sitting outside and drinking, a montage flashed, reminding her of why she had drunk so much.

“You are a bastard. My dad said that your dad impregnated your mum and your mum was such a bitch that he refused to marry her. That’s why you are selfish. We don’t want to be friends with you anymore.” She was eight years old and had just been pushed down by another eight years old girl (her best friend), in the midst of other children. Then she was 10 and walking home when she saw that her best friend crying in front of her house and walked up to her, “What happened?” She asked. “Why should I tell you? So you can laugh? She looked towards her house and saw her mother being carried out in a body bag, and crouched to hug the girl. Then she was 14 and had been seducing an older man in his house, just as her best friend walked in, and she stepped away, they weren’t caught. “I like being strangled, slapped, but just do what you want to do to me, daddy.” Still, at 14, she was cuffed to a bedpost, in bra and pant, looking up at the man. “Do you like this daddy? You can do anything to me.” She was showing her best friend and her best friend’s father the sex tape. At 20, her friend and father, now living in a run-down apartment, she walks in. “I asked for a million naira? What the fuck is wrong with you two?” She was furious. “Please, haven’t we paid enough?” Her best friends asked. She looked at her fallen friend and then looked sad. ”You are right. I’ve taken this silly revenge too far. After all, you are still my best friend. I have an idea, I know this loan guy who will give you about six million, you can build back everything you’ve lost and I can get the one million then I’ll destroy the video.”

The montage ended with her realizing that she was already sitting in her car. “I am the worst.” She muttered. “I could have ended it with the tape. I wonder if everybody I’ve destroyed will be waiting for me in hell.” She put the key into the ignition and went 250km/h into a pole, her airbag came out, and all her senses slowly went out, but she hadn’t died yet. She woke up, opened the door and crawled out then lay down facing the sky, the cold breeze violently blowing at her. ‘looks like I get a merciful end.’

Then the creep and his friends walked up to her. “If it isn’t the bastard who is too good for anybody.”

She tried to speak, but nothing could come out of her mouth, the airbag had crushed her vocal cords, so she rose her middle finger up, only, agitating the creeps, who now looked around to see that nobody had come out to see what had happened.

They pounced on her, having their way with her and devouring her, till she died. The one making her blow him off, noticed she was dead first, then alerted the other creeps. “Let’s burn it.” They said, and just then an electric pole fell and fried all of them.

Days had passed and the town had heard of how she and the creeps died from the police, but her best friend had seen it all and was now standing in front of her well-decorated grave.

“She refused to sell her soul.” The devil said. Walking up to her.

“Are you here for mine?” She asked.

He held her face, staring into her dead eyes. “Why do most humans get this soulless eyes when they sell their soul? This is why I wanted hers.”

“She was in pain.” She answered.

The devil kissed her. “Well, the deal is done. The loan shark is dead and your account is loaded. See you whenever I feel like coming for your soul.”

The devil began to walk away.

“Wait. What happens to her now”

“She pays for her sins then disappears or gets reborn in purgatory for a second chance at purification.”

The End

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Last two years I asked my friends to Challenge me with titles and Anita Embelakpo Oki dropped this title – Murder room. What do you think? Also, see what I did with this title The Life and Times of Mr. Hanz the Recluse

Let’s Play – Chapter 12

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1st September 2020

Keywords: Let’s Play, My First Complete Novel, Nigerian, Free, Web Novel, Drama, Romance, Play Girl, Fabling Pam, Fablingverse

Keywords: Let’s Play, My First Complete Novel, Nigerian, Free, Web Novel, Drama, Romance, Play Girl, Fabling Pam, Fablingverse

+Bimbo+
“Hey, Liz!” I called out to one of Dan’s course mates who was having a gossip frenzy with a group of girls that I would never want to catch myself dead talking with. You know, those flabby girls with skimpy clothes who think they are so hot and spend their time gossiping about people like them or like Liz who is the opposite of her gossip partners. I wonder how they met!
“Hey!” she called back and continued with whatever topic she was dictating on.
“The Registrar asked me to call Mr. Okon.” I lied as I stopped walking and stood beside her “Have you seen him?”
“No, I haven’t,” she said it like I wasn’t even there.
“You know trying to wash me down in order to feel important in front of your friends doesn’t make you any better,” I said glaring at her.
“Mr. Okon just left his office. If you hurry up, you can catch up with him.” One of the girls said with a sigh.
“At least one of them isn’t snubitch” I said as I walked off to the car park ignoring their eyes that were piercing lasers into my back.
The car pack was filled up with cars and I wasn’t sure if he had left yet so I decided to wait for a little and just when I was about to leave, I saw him walk towards a silver Mercedes Benz. I tagged along my left in order to get a clear view of the car and a smile spread across my face as I saw a young girl laying back on the passenger seat of his car trying to prevent herself from being seen. I immediately took my BlackBerry out of my Jean’s pocket and took a picture. Then I walked away in my usual fast manner. Dan says that I would look like a model if I walked a little slower but what can I say? I can’t walk slower. Not now when I was tailing a nutty professor.
I got into my car, started the engine and reversed out of the car park, I then waited for the nutty professor to drive ahead of me and then I followed. I knew he would not notice me because from all the information I had gathered about him today, he seemed to be that type of guy who thinks that he is so invincible that the world could never have anything on him plus no girl had ever pulled the red card on him so yup he felt his time hadn’t come yet.
I looked at my mirror and noticed a red Honda Baby Boy at my back “wow” I whispered to myself. That car was fine! I then removed one hand from the steering wheel and used it to untie my hair which I had tied up in a bun then using the same hand I brought out my lip gloss from my jean pocket and put the head between my lips and started unscrewing with my eyes still fixed on the Silver Mercedes in my front of me. The car turned right, and I followed leaving my lip gloss in-between my lips and using my one free hand to turn the steering right. He turned left again, and I followed again, after a while of going straight I drew my lip gloss out of my mouth with my left hand and the cover immediately came off. I then applied it then held the cap in-between my teeth and screwed it back. Then I placed the lip gloss back in my pocket and looked at my mirror again to make sure my lips were not looking like they just came out of an oil factory. Satisfied with my lips I smacked them together still looking at the mirror. Then I noticed the red Honda again.

I looked at the silver car in front of me and then up at my mirror to see the red car at my back.
If I stopped, the car might be filled with really porch robbers who might kill me and I would also lose track of the nutty professor. I decided to keep on following the professor and accept my fate. Plus, for all I know the car might just have been going in the same direction that I was. After all, I was the one tailing someone.
After a few more turns Mr. Okon parked in front of a club. Club Clarinet to be exact.
“I parked my car in an empty space far away from his car and then I noticed the red Honda pull up in another free space.
I waited to see the owner of the car and my jaw almost dropped to the ground!
‘Baby boy in a Baby Boy!’ I mentally squealed. A good thing I am a very focused person. I snapped out of it almost immediately and walked into the club as I winked at the bouncer. I somehow felt disappointed that the guy from the Baby boy did not tag me to kill me. But rather just happened to be heading to the same place that I was. Because as sick as it may sound; bad boys turned me on!
I spotted nutty prof sitting on a couch at the corner of the club alone then I looked around for the little handbag that walked into the club with him she was already at the bar chatting with the barman.
I walked over to him pretending to be tipsy “can I rest my head on you?” I asked but sat on his laps before he could reply “You are soft like Santa!” I squealed and giggled then I rested my head on his shoulder and took in his scent. I felt like filling a thousand gallons with vomit and I frowned but immediately wiped the frown off my face as I remembered my reason for being there, in that club, sitting on that man’s lap and resting my head on his shoulder. The thought of ruining his life made me smile genuinely and I began to move my index finger in a circular movement on his chest.

“Seems you already have a guest, I guess I should be leaving.” I looked up and saw his handbag of the day.
I got up furiously from him and slapped him across the face. “How could you!” I screamed in order to get the whole club’s attention.
“What?” he asked looking all innocent.
“Argh!” so you came here with a girl! Liar! How could you! Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?” I forced tears out of my eyes and slapped him again. “You were going to cheat on her and use me!” I slapped him again. At this point, I was so glad that I used to be part of the drama group in church when I was younger because I would have busted into a fit of laughter just from looking at the confused expression on his face.
“She is drunk.” He tried to defend himself and I slapped him again.
“Shameless old man! Better go and get married! Look at yourself!” I screamed, “Aren’t you ashamed?” I noticed the girl leave the club from the corner of my eyes and a little smile almost crept onto my lips “I will teach you never to mess with a lady.” I added in a venomous loud voice “This is war!” I screeched and stormed off to the bar leaving him standing and staring at me in shock. The club busted into a fit of laughter and I smirked to myself and walked to the bar.
“What can I serve you?” The barman asked with that smile that all employees who deal directly with customers are meant to have before I could even take a sit on the barstool.
“Mix something up for me, not too strong, not too light,” I said giving him a warm smile before he turned to face his cabinet of wine.
“What a performance” I turned my head to see the same guy that came down from the Red Baby Boy.
“Thank you.” I smiled at him then turned my attention to the barman who was now mixing some concoction into a wine glass
“Could I have the honour of ordering a drink for you?” I heard him say.
“Oh? You are such a gentleman.” I teased “But I already ordered mine.”
“Then could I take the bill?” he asked again.
“If you take the bill I’ll ask for six more shots, a roasted chicken and a room to stay in when I am drunk.” I said with a serious face “You don’t want that happening.”
I looked at him from the corner of my eyes and saw him smirking then the barman kept my wine glass in front of me with a warm smile and I briefly returned it before staring at my wine’s colour. It was yellow, green and red and I almost called him back to ask him how he got the three colours to stay separately but I held back. Then I noticed the slice of lemon at the edge of the wine glass. I picked up the glass and drank slowly trying my best to ignore the guy beside me.

“Nice!” I said to the barman once he came to my side again. He smiled and showed me the bill for my drink. My eyes almost popped out and all of a sudden, the drink didn’t seem so fabulous again. Fifteen thousand naira for a glass of concoction wine! I looked beside me and saw that the guy was gone but I noticed a wad of cash on the table beside me and a note with it. ‘You should get that room too’ the note read.
I was furious! Who did he think he was? I looked around the club and he was nowhere to be found, and I noticed that nutty prof had disappeared too.
I put my hand in my back pocket, brought out my Debit card and gave it to the barman, then picked up the money which Mr. ‘I’m so fly and cool with cash and I’m flaunting it’ left behind.
After swiping my card on the card reading machine the barman gave me back my card and I stood up and let the club.

+Cynthia+
Now that Bolaji had his eyes set on that girl, I would become free! I would blame our lack of connection on her and I would be free! Bolaji seemed ready to take whatever challenge that came with getting that girl and these challenges included our parents.
I looked at the mirror and smiled before turning my face back into the miserable look that I had been practising for the past one hour. I looked like I had been crying for hours, and my eyes were blood red. I then dialed my mother on Skype, and she immediately answered.
“Sweetheart, what is wrong?” She asked looking all upset and I busted into tears.
“Tell m.” She pestered.
“Bola does not like me anymore!” I busted into more tears.
“Why would you say so?” She asked.
“He has been hanging out with this girl a lot and when I asked him about her he kept quiet than the other day I walked into his apartment and saw him kissing her” I cried some more.
“What?” My mother screamed, “I will make him pay.”
“Mum, please don’t let him know I told you, he might never love me again and please don’t tell daddy, I am sure Bola will love me back,” I assured her.
“Don’t worry dear, I will see what I can do to change his mind.” She said in her motherly voice and for a moment I felt horrible for lying to her, but I had to get out of that stupid marriage contract.
“By the way, what is the name of this girl?” She asked
“Daniella Okonkwo” I answered as I made a few more tears drop out of my eyes.

To be continued…

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Let’s Play – Chapter 8

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28th August 2020

Keywords: Let’s Play, My First Complete Novel, Nigerian, Free, Web Novel, Drama, Romance, Play Girl, Fabling Pam, Fablingverse

+Daniella+
When Bimbo and I got back to our room I narrated everything that had happened between Bolaji and me to her and unsurprisingly she laughed and couldn’t stop laughing till I punched her on her arm.
“What? It is funny” she said with a huge grin.
“So I need a new target,” I said hoping that she would not say anything to mock me.
“I knew you will finally come to your senses!” she squealed. I was wrong for hoping but again, this was what I liked about her. Always crazy, and jovial and finding new things to laugh about.
“Just get me a name, I don’t want to play him, just want to use him to get Bolaji Jealous,” I said before she got her hopes high.
“Tobi Daniel” she said with a content smile.
She put on her laptop and logged on to Facebook and went to his profile page. I smiled when I saw his picture
If Bolaji thinks that he can make me jealous, he is in for a shocker. I will make him miserably jealous. Oh, and before I forget, that lecturer’s life had to get ruined. He wants to play Alpha, right? Let’s see about that.
“Um Bimbo, can you help me get some basic information on one of my lecturers that I could use to damage his entire life at once?” Her mouth dropped as she tried to grasp what I had just said.
After staring at me for about two minutes she finally asked “Why?”
“He said something like this” I played the recording for her, and she busted into a fit of laughter but this time I really didn’t find it funny, even the slightest bit.
“Didn’t he look at your face? It has virgin written all over it” Now I got why she was laughing.
“At least I don’t go about pretending to be what I’m not,” I said hoping my statement hurt her, and it did. She glared at me then huffed.
“I don’t act like I’m not a virgin; I just have fun! Come on Dan! Just because we both agreed to wait till, we are married before we do the yucky! It does not mean that I should live in a shadow! Look at yourself! You are practically bored stiff twenty-four-seven! Do you know why I even agreed to this psycho sick game without thinking twice? Because it was the only fun Idea you had come up with since we made that pact!”

Wow! Talk about guilty conscience! I had nothing to say after her explosion, I mean I wanted my statement to hurt her, but I didn’t expect it to hurt her that much, plus WOWZERZ! Hers hurt me more.
“I’m sorry,” I said pulling her into a hug.
“It’s okay.” She shrugged.
“No, it’s not. I shouldn’t have said that to you.” I said releasing her from the hug.
“Don’t worry about it. Plus, for a girl who never let emotions show, hugging me really shows you are sorry.” I felt my cheek light up. A good thing I am black. If not, I would have been red like a tomato.
“Now what’s this talk about ruining someone’s life?” She squealed lighting up.

+Bolaji+
“Just think back and try guessing for the right student,” I smirked as I stood up to leave his office.
“Young man, do you think I am afraid?” He asked in a stern voice as I held the doorknob in an attempt to leave.
I slowly turned around to face him and said in my most serious face ever and a serious voice too “You should be.” For a moment I saw fear glitter in his eyes then I added before turning around to leave “This is the last time you would see me in your office. Even the fiercest of hunters do not attack the lioness when her lion is around and hungry.”
That was actually a proverb my father once taught me, he actually meant it in the business sense. Something about noticing the advantages of your opponent’s then ‘strategising a way around them before you strike. But as ironic or funny as it may sound that proverb really suited this………. Situation. And knowing must professors he would put a thousand meanings into it and will probably scare himself more than I intended to.
Or he could want to prove a point that he cannot be threatened and, in that case, let’s just say money is always the best weapon.
As I got to the car park, I saw the girl that Daniella had hugged the day before obviously flirting with a guy who was leaning on a black BMW, another girl stumped angrily towards the both of them and got in between them then kissed the guy. The first girl just turned around with a huge grin on her face as she said something I couldn’t hear due to the distance then strutted away from them coming towards me like a supermodel and then it clicked in my head. That must really be her best friend.
“Excuse me.” I said very politely as she was about to strut pass me “My name is Bolaji.”
“And I am Daniella” She stopped walking and turned around like a model which was actually the opposite of how Dan turned around to face you. Dan looked really cute when she did that, but she just looked daring and hot and why did she just tell me that her name was Daniella?
“You look nothing like her. Bimbo” I smirked as I saw a surprised expression on her face before it was replaced with a smile.

“So did she tell you anything about me or did you notice my id card sticking out of my chest pocket?” She asked still with that gorgeous smile. The difference between the two of them was too clear.
“I saw the id card. She never said anything physical about you” I said as I put my hand forward for a shake.
She glanced at my hand then my face and an annoyed look took over her face as she furrowed her brow “You are smart” she then turned back around while adding “No wonder she, I don’t like smart people.”
I watched her as she entered her faculty and when I was sure she had gotten into her classroom I dialed Ikem’s number.
“Hey, guy awfa?” I greeted.
“Check this out! Mr. Okon is not only married, but he also has three children. And mind you, his eldest child, a feline, is hot!” His voice said with so much enthusiasm that I just had to smile.
“And what about his wife?”
“She is a big-time lawyer”
“So what else do you know of him?”
“He is a dog, that old guy has slept with half plus one-third of the girls in the Business admin department. He is also a member of those people that love to expel students”
“Wow!”
“And guess what else?”
“What?”
“He is a pastor too!”
“Okay, thoughts like that disturb my Christian faith. But a good thing the bible warned against Bar-Jesus.”
“It’s sick right?”
“Um, so what of Daniella?”
“She has very little on her profile, she loves everything but not everyone, she comes from a modest family background; not too rich and not too average, she has a best friend in this school but never had a boyfriend in this school, there is little information on her physical. Like she doesn’t have a life.”
“Oh.”
“But I could look-up on her personality.”
“No thanks. I would like to figure that on my own. But check on her best friend, Bimbo.”
“Sure man.”
“Hey, one day you will make an excellent NSS senior agent, or maybe FBI. You might even be the one to bring a change to the whole Nigerian Information system.” I said teasingly.
“Or I would supply underground information to people and organizations who are willing to pay the fee.” He said from the other end of the line, and I could tell that he was smiling.
“That would be more exciting.” I smiled then cut the phone.
As I walked to my classroom my mind raced back to Bimbo and her last statement before she ‘strutted off’. What was it that she was going to say before she said that she didn’t like smart people?

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Everybody’s Man – Chapter 7

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28th August 2020

Keywords: Everybody’s Man, Brostitute, African Folktales, Femi, Alero, Web Novel, Nigerian, A Fablingverse Story, Origin Story, Jackal Tales, Fabling, Pam, Free Short Stories

Femi rolled off his bed, the voice in his head had gone quiet the second Alero showed up. He looked behind him to see her sleeping soundly. She had whooped his ass until she passed out, then he took her to sleep.

If she hadn’t shown up, he would have woken up for his first day at work with a massive headache in the morning.

He pulled his duvet to cover her properly then got dressed for work.

Before leaving, he placed a note beside her. ‘Coffee is in the flask.’ The note read.

At work the new HR welcomed him with a hug, he felt she was not acting HR-ly, but he knew why he got the job. He was qualified for the job, but he did not earn it by merit alone, and now they were alone.

“Don’t be so tense.” She laughed. “I’ve been anticipating your arrival.”

She released him from the hug when he would not respond and started the tour.

“That’s the counter. Of course, you will no longer be working there. You are in the marketing department, follow me upstairs.”

He was wary about following her because he knew the worst that could happen, but lately, he hadn’t been feeling like it. Like quelling the sinking hole in his chest with a woman’s moans. He wondered if he should just quit the job and quit women altogether, but that thought brought back memories he had long suppressed.

“Femi, is that you?”

He turned to see his old friend Chidi walk in from the staff entrance. “Chidi, you work here?”

“You’re starting here today. Wow, how is Alero? I mean welcome.” Chidi said, “Ha, Madam HR. Good Morning oh, this is my friend from university.”

“Ha, I see.” She said, “Well since you are old friends. Why don’t you give him a tour of the office, you are in the same department. Put him through.”

Femi could tell that Chidi’s presence had offended her; and whatever offence that was, had made her lose interest in him. He could tell this, not just because of how she abruptly left even while speaking, but also because he heard her mutter ‘too bad’ under her breath.

“So far what do you think of this place?” Chidi asked once they had both gotten up the stairs.

“It’s okay, but I mean it’s not yet resumption time so I can’t form an opinion. But the infrastructure is nice.” Femi answered.

At the top of the stairs, before the main office, there was a sign-in machine. Chidi stopped to place his finger on it, and it displayed his name ‘Chidi Ukamma’ and his time in ‘6:30’

“I see you still can’t lie, or give single word answers.” Chidi laughed

“The IT team will register you on the system later,” Chidi said when he noticed that Femi had not laughed at his remark. “By the way how is Alero?”

“She is fine,” Femi answered.

“Are you still cock-blocking her?” He asked.

“Cock-blocking?” Femi asked.

“Come on, you know. Anyways forget it. Let’s go drinking one of these days.”

“I can’t forget it.” Femi continued.

“That’s your seat.” Chidi directed Femi to his seat which was next to his.

“I don’t cock block Alero, she is free to date anybody she wants.” Femi went to his seat but refused to let go of the topic. “In fact, we live in the same compound, and she recently just broke up with her boyfriend of three whole months.”

“So she is single right now?” Chidi asked.

“Yes. But it is her choice.”

“And she is free to date anybody she wants to?”

“Yes, she is.”

”So you wouldn’t mind me calling her to reunite”

“Even better, you can pay her a surprise visit after work,” Femi added. He tried to sound though like he did not fear that a day would come when she would get tired of carrying his burden on her shoulders and abandon him. He tried to sound like he did not pray that Chidi would not take him up on his offer.

“Okay,” Chidi said, then turned on his desktop.

“The conversation about Alero ended. Until work ended and Chidi drove behind Femi to his apartment.

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Everybody’s Man – Chapter 6

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28th August 2020

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Keywords: Everybody’s Man, Brostitute, African Folktales, Femi, Alero, Web Novel, Nigerian, A Fablingverse Story, Origin Story, Jackal Tales, Fabling, Pam, Free Short Stories

The months ran fast for Femi. He had put in his resignation after accepting his new job at the bank his HR had helped him secure, and tomorrow he would resume work there. He should have been excited, but he wasn’t. He wanted to go to Alero’s apartment, but he did not want to be a pest.

“Just go and knock on her door, you are a pest, and she accepts you for it.” The voice in his head said.

“Shut up.” He had begun to answer the voice out loud when he was in the university. Sometimes the voice went silent and other times the voice became excited that its presence was acknowledged. This was one of those days.

“You know I’m right; she thinks you are a pest. Her boyfriend left her because of you.”

“Please shut up.” He mumbled and went to his wine cellar to pour himself a full glass of schnapps.

“Drinking won’t solve your problems. You need to fix yourself; everybody calls you the community….

A knock on his door interrupted his brain.

He knew who it was from the knock. “I’m coming, Alero.” He dropped his still full glass on the cellar counter and let her in.

“You did not come over last night.” She said as she walked in. “What’s up with you? Are you okay?”

“I take a break from servicing the world and you’re worried?” He laughed.

She spotted the full glass on his cellar’s counter, then looked around his living room. It was neat, not a sign that a woman had slept over.

“Yes Femi, I’m worried. When was the last time you slept with anybody?”

“My Former HR, last two weeks.” He answered.

“Two whole weeks wow!” She spoke.

“Let me guess, you are finally realising that the screams of orgasms you get from those women won’t fill the hole in your heart?”

“Who said there is a hole in my heart?” He laughed as he walked to turn on his television.

“Did you get tested for STD?” She asked, still not convinced that he was okay.

“I did actually, and I’m surprisingly clean. Even did a full check and I’m probably the healthiest man on earth.” He answered.

His TV came on and flashed the game he had been playing two months ago.

“I’m amazed to hear that.” She said, “Wait, you never unplugged the Xbox?”

“Yeah, you’ve not been here for 2 months.” He grabbed a controller and threw it at her.

She caught it. “Wait.” She smiled. “I want to give you an edge today.”

She grabbed his glass of schnapps and drowned it. Then resumed next to him on the couch. Drunk, and ready to whoop his ass.

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Let’s Play – Chapter 7

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27th August 2020

Keywords: Let’s Play, My First Complete Novel, Nigerian, Free, Web Novel, Drama, Romance, Play Girl, Fabling Pam, Fablingverse

+Daniella+
I was pretty messed up through all my classes; I couldn’t stop thinking about Bolaji, it was so bad that I didn’t know when my lecturers came in and when they left.
I just stared into the air throughout and was not even aware of my class rep’s presence.
“Okonkwo” Hearing my surname snapped me out of my ‘no void’.
“Yes?” I asked keeping my face expressionless.
“Your assignment script” He handed it over to me and left the class. I looked around the class for the first time that day and I realized that I was the only one left in the class.
I looked at my script and saw that it was the assignment I that submitted in the morning ’01 OVER 10′ I mentally screamed.
It was so on!!
I left the class and marched to Bimbo’s faculty. Someone was going to lose his job and his reputation and if I’m lucky his life.
When I got to her faculty I saw her sitting in class listening to her lecturer with Clara giving her death glares, I looked at the time from my handset and saw that it was just 3:18 pm and looking back at her class through the open door it seemed she had another forty-two minutes of class.
I began to walk around the science faculty aimlessly just thinking of ways to make my sadistic lecturer’s life miserable.

I was caught off guard when I was pulled by strong arms into an empty classroom.
“Bola,” I was shocked but relieved when I saw his face.
What is wrong?” he asked with concern.
“Nothing,” I said pulling away from him but he pulled me back and I crashed into his chest “Bola” he lifted my chin up and placed a soft kiss on my lips and withdrew from me.
“You can tell me, you don’t have to trust me.” I looked at his facial expression and I was confused, he looked sad, yet concerned and still a bit angry but he had a smile playing on his lips.
“Don’t worry about it,” I said forging a smile.
“About what?” he asked.
“It’s nothing I can’t handle.” I squeezed myself out of his hold.
“Just tell me!” he insisted.
“My lecturer is trying to blackmail me.” He just walked over to a long row of seats and sat down.
“By blackmail what do you mean?” He asked, patting the seat next to him for me to sit.
I joined him then played the record on my handset.
While playing it I saw the feature on his face hardened, I never thought I would ever see Bolaji like that. And it hurt too.
“It’s okay, with this I will get him and make him regret ever knowing me.” I smiled hoping it would make him feel better. He didn’t say anything, just took my handset from my hand and I wasn’t bothered with why he did it I felt like I could trust him.
I laid my head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around my waist. I felt safe and comfortable; I could stay like that forever.
“Oh, I’m sorry!” My eyes shot open to see the beautiful model like the girl standing in front of the lecture room “I didn’t know you had company” Cynthia blushed then left.
Why would she blush?
“I have to go.” he gave me back my handset and got up from beside me “Will see you tomorrow.” As I watched him leave through the door to go after Cynthia I realized how foolish I was being to think that he could have any feeling what so ever for me. The highest I could ever be to him was a friend.
I just sat there staring at the door trying to compose myself and my thoughts. I had to get over my childhood crush.

+Bolaji+
I kept my palm on my cheek staring at Cynthia in a confused manner “Why the slap?”
“You like her don’t you?” she asked giving me death glares.
“What makes you think so?” I asked her back now recovering from the slap and sliding my palm off my face.
My head snapped sideways again as she landed her palm on my face again “What was that for?” I was now more confused than ever.
“That is for not being a man!” She raised her hand to give me another slap but I help her hand midway in the air preventing a slap that I might never be able to forget from finding my face again.
“Explain!” I demanded looking round to make sure that we were not creating a scene and was relieved to see an empty hallway.
“Bolaji! I know you don’t like me and although I wonder why seeing that we used to be best friends, I can relate with it, but have you ever stopped to think about me, if I like you?” I could see tears in her eyes.
“Do you like me?” I asked looking serious.
“No, I don’t!” I was so relieved to hear those three words from her mouth.
“Then why did you put up with it?”
“Because my mother threatened to cut my allowance if I don’t go on with it,” she emphasized on ‘it’.
I smiled knowing that we were really alike.
“I’m sorry.” I meant the apology and I saw her face soften.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! That is all you have to say after you keep on replacing my position in your life!” she shrieked and I was so glad that there was nobody around to hear her.
“What do you mean” I had never been more confused in my entire life.
“I was your best friend and you replaced me with Chibuikem, I became your fiancé and now you want to replace me with her” the tears that she had been holding back finally started pouring out.
I couldn’t help it, I hate seen girls cry. I wrapped my arms around her and walked with her to my car, I opened the passenger door for her and helped her in then got into the driver’s seat and shut the door.
“What happened to us” she looked at me with those red eyes and I felt like the world’s most terrible man alive…
“I don’t know,” I said taking her hand in mine “As we grew up I started seeing you as my sister, I never saw you as a best friend, so I never replaced you, but when my parent started with the whole forcing me to marry you, I don’t know, I probably lost it.” I stopped then stared straight ahead at the faculty because my conscience could not bear the pain of looking at her. “I stopped seeing you as a sister and you never showed any sign that you were also being pushed into the arranged marriage so I thought I could make you want out if I made myself distant from you.”
She took her hand away from mine and I watched her wipe her tears with the back of her palm, I removed my neatly folded hankie from my trouser pocket and helped her wipe the tears.
“Could we ever return back to the way we used to be?” she asked it more like a statement

+Cynthia+
“Yes,” that word pumped a lot of life into me as I reached out and hugged him.
We sat silently in the car not saying anything to each other but a content smile on our faces. If you asked me, I never thought that Bolaji and I would ever stay friends if we ever came to this realization and I was glad he still wanted to stay friends.
“Sorry for all the nagging,” I said breaking the comfortable silence.
He laughed then smiled “that was intentional?”
“Yes, it was.” I laughed too.
“Sorry for the sarcasm.” he laughed again then looked at me and smiled “Maybe you really were my best friend and I was too stupid to notice.” I laughed at his admission and he gave me a playful punch on my arm which didn’t hurt at all.
“So Bo, how do we break the news to our parents?” His features darkened and I realized I shouldn’t have as asked him that question. I just had to spoil the happy mood.
That girl that he had been with walked out of the faculty and his feature lightened up again.
“You like her!” I squealed and he had to hold his hear.
“Ouch!” he said giving me a death stare.
“Tell me about it. You’ve been looking, crushing on her since your year four when she first got here, believe me, Ikem and I noticed all those times you just stared at her direction during a very important conversation” I ignored the way he was looking at me and pressed on.
“I don’t think she likes me” he looked so cute when he was sad.
“Why?”
“She and her best friend started this game where they played guys in a serious relationship, and as a reward for winning the girls pay them to leave their boyfriends alone”
“That’s awful!” right now I just wanted to get a few fists into her pretty little face.
“I know, but it didn’t still change how I felt” he watched her stop to hug an equally pretty girl.
“I am guessing that is her best friend,” I said trying to suppress the anger in my voice “how did you find out about the game?” I asked looking more serious.
“She told me” he was still looking at the two girls as they walked and talked.
“She likes you.” it was obvious, she wouldn’t have told him if she had no feelings for him.
“I don’t think so, she said she was only telling me because she didn’t want to hurt herself, and that she will be moving on to her next target, so I asked her to continue playing the game with me, she didn’t want to at first but she later agreed.”
“Why did you ask her to continue the game with you?” this was getting interesting.
“Because I met her once at her cousin’s party and I know for sure that she does not need the money, so she is just probably bored.”
“She loves you but she doesn’t know it yet, or else she wouldn’t be scared of getting hurt” a huge smile spread across my face “why not let us get her jealous so she realizes it.”
He smiled at me and I was so glad things had returned back to normal between us. I still didn’t like that Daniella girl but if he did then there had to be something nice about her.

+Bolaji+
After I dropped Cynthia at her house I went back to my house to meet Ikem and asked him for a favour.
Ikem and I had lived together since year three when I moved out of my parent’s house plus he was the closest I had to a friend in this university although the day Dan came over he wasn’t around, he was more of the party type
“I need you to gather information on the year four’s management lecturer and on Daniella Okonkwo,” I said.

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Comparing Sizes

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26th August 2020

Keywords: Comparing Sizes – Romance, Free Short Story, Skill, Size, Sex, orgasm ever after, Fabling, Pam

It was none of her business, this was not a story she should be involved with. But the two men had made it a thing, arguing about their size and sexual prowess in class, but since they were comparing sizes, she had to know the winner.

Jessica was in year 2, in the University of Ibadan studying law. She had been sheltered her whole life, without an obstacle to climb nor friend to hate. She was the definition of rich privileged, but the easy life had made her Jaded. Then there was her boyfriend, Tony. It was an arranged relationship, he was a year above her, studying law and was bound to join her parent’s law firm when he was done.

She stared at the two boys, Chidi and Dare, wondering how she could get to them, they would be quite easy. She thought, what other reason will they advertise themselves if not to get a customer. Chidi stayed in her building and Dare stayed in Tony’s building. Tony had a lifestyle that required him to frolic around with other women, and she was okay with it. He had made it clear to her from day one. She did not care since she felt nothing for him, she was also not interested in dating anybody, so technically, she had been faithful since they started dating.

She plugged in her earpiece, then walked to Dare, the boy who had argued that size mattered less than skills yet firmly trying to establish his size was awe-inducing. “Hey, can I borrow your note?” She asked.

“I didn’t copy it.” He answered.

“Too bad.” She muttered, then turned to Chidi. “You also didn’t copy your note?”

“Of all the people in this class, why our notes?” Chidi asked.

“I was going to judge your argument by the state of your notes.” She smirked and walked out of the lecture hall.

“Hey, Jessica.” She turned to see Temi chasing her.

“Temi.”

“Don’t do it.” He said.

“What?”

“Don’t, have sex with those idiots.”

She wanted to lie that she wasn’t planning to. But she was also curious about his reaction. Temi was the first friend she made in school, and on some occasions, she had caught herself catching feelings for him, but he was from a poor him and she knew her parents would not approve of her breaking up with Tony for him, and she was not ready to leave the privileged life. “Why shouldn’t I?” She asked.

He was flustered, but he got himself back. “They are blabbermouths. The whole school will hear about it including Tony.”

“I don’t care about what Tony hears.” She retorted.

Just then they spotted Tony walking towards them with a girl clutching his arm.

“Jessica, Temi.” Tony nodded a greeting.

“Arranged husband.” She greeted.

Tony smiled and continued walking.

“Now I really want to check their sizes.” She muttered.

“How about I show you?” Temi suggested.

“What?” She asked.

“Size and skill, what if I showed they worked?” He asked. “There is really no need to be involved with those guys.”

She knew she should say no. Temi was a good friend; she could not afford him catching feelings for her. Plus, she already knew how size worked. She and Tony once had sex. It was only good for ramming into her. She made noises, yes, but it was due to the discomfort of being rammed into. She had had sex with someone before Tony; it was her first and it was a miserable ramming fest too. Skill was something she had never experienced, she did not know what it was. “Okay.” She said.

He did not expect her to agree. “Wait, you said okay?”

“Yes. Let’s head to my place now.”

Temi was flustered, he was shocked that the agreed and afraid that he had hyped himself and might not be able to deliver.

When they got to her place, Jessica asked him to join her in the shower since they had both been out all day, she was trying to also reduce the tension, and it worked, after the bath, he seemed to have relaxed and was ready to show her the mystical thing called skills. And he was skilled. Every part of her body felt good. There was ramming, it turns out it cannot be avoided, but this time it felt good. Temi was not as big as Tony, but Temi felt better inside her. She shivered and buckled, and they both orgasmed together.

It left her feeling confused, now she wanted to own him. To keep every woman away from him. “Hey Temi, are you awake?” She turned to him and asked. They had both collapsed on the bed and were both staring at the ceiling.

He turned to face her, smiling and pushing her hair behind her ear.

“If I broke my marriage with Tony, can we date proper?”

“Yes.” He tried to hide his excitement. “I’ve wanted to do this since I met you.” but failed.

She laughed. “Me too.”

Then she turned serious. “It won’t be easy, I’m ready to go against my parents only if you are on board.”

“I’m on board.” He said.

She sat up and dialed her Father’s number to tell him she was ending things with Tony. He was beyond angry and immediately promised that he would no longer send her pocket money, but she held firm till he cut the call on her.

Temi knew what he had to do. He sat behind her, his crotch pressing against her bum, kisses her neck, massaging her breasts, before taking his hands lower to her crotch.

She dialed Tony’s number. And broke up with him while moaning.

If sex was ever responsible for a fall from grace, it was at this point.

Jessica had let go of her privileged, her parents disowned her, Tony tried to punish her by bribing her lectures against her, her rent expired, things did not go well for her all day, but she had something to come home to, and eventually, her parents caved and asked to meet Temi. Her mother was the first to accept him, and later her father came around. Tony started his law firm and got married to another high-class lady but would forever be angry at how Jessica and Temi kept defeating him in court and running him out of business.

So I guess it all worked out for Jessica, as She and Temi live Orgasm ever after.

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Let’s Play – Chapter 6

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26th August 2020

Keywords: Let’s Play, My First Complete Novel, Nigerian, Free, Web Novel, Drama, Romance, Play Girl, Fabling Pam, Fablingverse

+Bimbo+

I kept on staring dumbfounded at Daniella. Why did her life have to be so, so interesting! Argh!! How could she do that to me? She just moved her game up like that! Ha! What am I saying? I’m happy for her……. I think.

“Bimbo!” she said with that puppy dog face that we both practices when we are jobless and I must say she has gotten pretty good at it.

“Don’t worry! I’m happy that you finally fell in love” I gave her a huge hug.

“LOVE? NO! NO! NO WAY!!” she shrieked!

“But you said you ….”

“I said I told him I was only playing him and he was okay with it.” She interrupted me.

The truth was that I knew what she said I just wanted her to re-say it. “So the game is still on!” I hugged her again.

“What’s with the constant hugging?” she pushed me away. That’s why I like her, always so though “I’m not sure I want to play him, even if I play him I will feel bad playing him and another guy” she stood up from the bed and went to get her book and assignment slip.

“Come on!” I said turning on her laptop. We both use the same password. I know so cliché! “See, from what you’ve said Bolaji thinks you are only playing games, so he is going to continue his life thinking of you only as a playmate. Hence love is not going to be involved in it” her password box finally came up and I hoped her common sense too.

“I’m not sure, I really think I like him.” She is so stubborn!

“See Dan, you are going to be very heartbroken when you see him and Cynthia make out and believe me he will make you see it!” I said seriously

“You know what? When that time comes you are the first person I will come to Bimbo!” She left the room with her book. I only shook my head and shot down her laptop. I was usually the one being looked out for. Now I was looking out for her. Cool!

+Daniella+

As I left the room and walked down the stairs my mind kept on racing back to Last night

When I entered his house, I was dumbfounded at the size until I remembered that he was the minister of finance’s son. But still, it was big. For a student!

He lived in a duplex and his sitting-room was twice the size of mine, we walked up the stairs, he took me to an empty room which was also big and he left me alone without making any seductive move but not trusting myself I went to his room in the middle of the night and snuggled close to him. He was shocked at first when he felt me beside him but he wrapped his arm around me and I fell asleep.

What am I doing? I don’t want to get hurt, I don’t want to be miserable, in short, I don’t want to fall in love!

I cleared my mind of Bolaji and concentrated more on walking to my sadistic lecturer’s office to submit my assignment

“Good morning sir,” I said stepping into his office.

“What’s your problem,” he asked without looking up at me and with a ‘what’s this pest doing here?’ tone.

“I don’t have a problem; I only came to submit my assignment. Sir” I waited for his permission to submit holding the slip over his table.

He lifted his head up from his newspaper and I saw a huge grin on his face “Oh Daniella it’s you!”

Why the familiarity? This man is creepy.

“You’ve always had as in my courses,” he said taking my slip from me.

“Thank you, sir,” I said still very suspicious with the change of attitude.

“You are definitely a student I will like to know”

WHAT? EWWWWW!

“Sir what do you mean?” I asked pushing the recorder button on my handset.

“See Daniella you are a bright student, very intelligent and I will like to know you beyond academics,” he said standing up from his sit and coming closer to me. I was mentally screaming for MANIAC!

This man is not only a sadist he is a pervert.

I had heard of other girls sleeping with him for marks but I never expected him to see me. I mean I am intelligent, so I don’t need my marks increased. Plus his physical features were nothing to write home about. He is short, has a bald head, no potbelly but I would bet with my life that beneath that suit there was not a glimpse of abs, probably flabs. And he was beyond ugly sometimes I even related his sadistic behaviours to his deficiencies because believe me. He was deficient in a lot of areas; height, looks, hair, name it!

“Sir it’s inappropriate for a lecturer to know his student beyond education” I stepped away from his desk as he came closer to me.

“I can see that you are not yet exposed” he stopped moving then retreated to his seat and I kept on staring at his every movement even till he sat down. The feeling was like he could bring out a gun at any point. “Leave my office!” He ordered.

I wasted no time in leaving his office and walked as far as I could away from his office.

Why was my life turning into a Nigerian movie?

My class was to start at 9 am, I looking at my handset, noticed the time was 7:39 am plus my recorder was still on. I played it close to my ears and sighed. I never thought I will ever cause a lecturer the end of his sadistic reign. I had to find his wife or a higher authority.

I walked to my faculty holding my phone very tight, nothing could happen to it. Until that man’s life got ruined.

The sadistic lecturer must have gotten Bolaji out of my mind……. Wait.

My eyes almost fell out!

Bolaji was kissing his girlfriend!

Worse, he looked at me and smirked with his lips still on hers.

‘This is just a game! This is just a game! This is just a game’ I smiled at him after repeating those words in my head and I continued walking back to my class.

Today was just not my day.

+Bimbo+

“Bimbo!” A voice from behind me said

“Stranger,” I said not turning around

“Is that how you great old friends?” the voice which I now recognized to be Clara’s asked.

“Oh! I seemed to have forgotten the date we became friends.” I gave her a fake smile and she returned it.

“See I don’t have time for this!” She took a threatening step closer to me “Stay away from Desmond!”

“Or what?” I smirked.

“You don’t want to know, or what.” She smirked back.

“Look sisi! I love him! He is smart, funny, handsome and caring! Can’t you see? I won’t leave him for anything” I paused to savour her facial expression “Remember that statement?” I asked with another smirk and this time she did not return the smirk.

“That’s low!” she said it like I should be ashamed.

“It’s life,” I smiled “Remember when you stole my boyfriend? And you dumped him the following week?” My smile faded “Remember all the times you tried to make my life miserable?” and turned in to a frown “Karma always comes back.”

“I know you seek revenge, but go find it somewhere else, Desmond is my fiancé, and I love him” She almost sounded like she was about to beg me.

“That’s why it’s called revenge” I turned back to face the direction of my class, something that we were, unfortunately, having together.

“You know what? It’s on!” She said walking past me.

+Bolaji+

“Baby, you hardly kiss me what’s wrong?” Cynthia asked a little turned on after I kissed her because I saw Daniella coming and the reason was clearly obvious.

“Am I that bad?” I asked putting my arm around her waist and pulling her closer to me as I walked her to her class.

“Yes you are that bad” she replied but didn’t pull away “You don’t like me, you only pretend to like me when our parents are around, and you only kiss me when we are having dinner with our parents.”

“Wow.” she was right.

“What went wrong Bola?” She looked up at me still snuggled on my chest “We used to be best friends.”

I walked silently with her till we got to her class and I watched her enter before I left for my class. I felt really guilty about having to pretend that I liked her, she really didn’t deserve it.

Our fathers are best friends and business partners, so we pretty much grew up being best friends and since I was an only child I ended up seeing her as nothing more than a sister. But as we grew older our parent got too excited and started arranging our marriage and I guess that’s when I began to hate ever meeting her.

Unlike those romantic novels where the two people get to fall on love finally. I hated knowing her with every day that passed plus she wasn’t even helping, she nagged a lot too.

To be continued…

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Anansi vs Mbe – The Pot of Wisdom

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25th August 2020

Keywords: Anansi vs Mbe, The Pot of Wisdom, African Folktales, African Mythology, Nigerian Folktale, Igbo Folktale, Ghanaian Folktale, Anansi The Spider, Mbe The Tortoise, Ekwensu, Kweku, Fables Universe, Free Short Stories, Fabling, Pam,

In the beginning, there were only three truly wise creatures on Earth: the Ant, the Spider, and the Tortoise. Compared to these three, every other being—humans included—were mere fools. The Ant, diligent and sharp, was constantly sought after for ideas that could help others survive. The Spider, Anansi, as cunning as he was clever, was the go-to for those looking to outsmart others. And the Tortoise, lazy yet just as wise, became everyone’s favourite for the simplest, least effort-intensive solutions to life’s problems.

Now, the God of mischief, Ekwe, wandered the Earth, itching to stir up some trouble. He first approached the Ant and asked, “Who is the wisest creature in the Fables Universe?”

The Ant, ever wise, recognized Ekwensu’s intent. Without a word, he scurried away, leaving the god’s question unanswered.

Undeterred, Ekwensu sought out Anansi. “Who is the wisest creature in the Fables Universe?” he asked.

Anansi, proud and full of himself, boasted, “Well, of course, it’s me.”

Ekwensu smirked. “You might not hold that title for long, not with how freely you’ve been giving away pieces of your wisdom to everyone.”

Anansi froze, fear creeping into his many legs. What if Ekwensu was right? What if his wisdom was slipping through his fingers with every word he gave?

Not satisfied with the chaos just yet, Ekwensu found his way to Mbe, the Tortoise. “Who do you think is the wisest in the Fables Universe?” he asked with a sly grin.

Mbe, always smug, tilted his head. “Is anyone actually foolish enough to compete with me for that title?”

“Anansi,” Ekwensu replied, shrugging. “Everyone says he’s the wisest.”

The Tortoise’s brow furrowed in disdain. Anansi! That Spider always acted like his convoluted ideas were superior, but Mbe knew his own simple, effortless plans were far better.

“If that’s what everyone believes,” Mbe scoffed, “I’ll just raise my price the next time they come begging for my advice.”

“Good plan,” Ekwensu laughed, eyes gleaming. “Though I suspect Anansi may already have a trick up his sleeve that could ruin that plan.”

And with that, Ekwensu vanished, his seed of discord sown. From the clouds, he joined the other gods, eagerly awaiting the drama to unfold.

Meanwhile, Anansi paced his home, anxiety bubbling in his chest. He had to secure his place as the wisest. Finally, a plan dawned on him. “I’ll gather all my wisdom and hide it where no one can find it—at the top of the mighty iroko tree.”

So he set to work, collecting every bit of wisdom he’d ever shared—from his mind, from his backyard, from his family, even from those he had once helped. Every piece of his brilliance was stuffed into a pot, the weight of it growing heavier with every drop of wisdom reclaimed.

Tortoise knew how manipulative Ekwensu could be. As the God of War and Mischief, his words were always laced with deceit. So, at first, Mbe dismissed Ekwensu’s taunts, seeing them as nothing more than a ploy. But later that night, his wife called him to witness something strange.

“Look at this, Mbe,” she whispered, motioning toward the window.

Anansi was in their neighbour Rat’s yard, pulling something from the Rat’s head. At first, Tortoise chuckled at Anansi’s pettiness. But his laughter faded when his wife pointed out something peculiar. The strands of wisdom Anansi had taken from Rat glimmered in green and black. Green—the color of Mbe’s wisdom, and Black-the colour of Anansi’s wisdom.

Anansi wasn’t just taking back his own knowledge; he was stealing Mbe’s wisdom too.

Realization hit Tortoise like a wave. He knew he had to stop Anansi before the Spider took it all. Mbe had gained his wisdom through years of education and experience, and he believed that anyone could become wise with effort. Anansi’s wisdom, on the other hand, was a divine gift as the Spider God of stories. This made Anansi’s plan even more dangerous—he had no right to hoard the wisdom of others.

That night, while Anansi scurried across the world, collecting wisdom from every corner, Mbe gathered with Anansi’s son, Kweku, to strategize. Kweku wasn’t wise, but he was smart—sharp enough to outthink even his clever father. Mbe shared Anansi’s plot and instructed Kweku to follow Anansi in secret. “Watch where he hides the pot,” Mbe said. “Once he’s gone, we’ll release the wisdom back into the world.”

The next day, when Anansi left with his pot full of stolen wisdom, Kweku trailed behind him. He knew his father well and understood that even if he managed to steal the pot, the wisdom inside wouldn’t be freed unless Anansi released it himself. Anansi knew this too, which is why he wasn’t bothered by his son following him to the tallest tree in the forest.

As Anansi began climbing the great iroko tree, the pot of wisdom strapped to his back weighed him down, making every step a struggle. He grunted and fought to ascend, but the burden was too much. After hours of struggling, Kweku finally spoke up.

“If you put the pot on your head, it’ll be easier to climb,” Kweku suggested.

Anansi, desperate, followed his son’s advice. The moment he shifted the pot onto his head, the climb became much easier. But then Anansi paused, suspicious.

“How did you know that?” he asked, narrowing his eyes. “Didn’t I take my wisdom from you?”

“You did,” Kweku replied. “But I’m smart. If you hide all the wisdom in the world, people will no longer seek wisdom; they’ll seek cleverness. And they’ll come to value Mbe, the Tortoise, over you. He’ll combine his wisdom with his cleverness, while you’ll remain stuck as the guardian of wisdom no one needs.”

Anansi froze, the truth of Kweku’s words settling in like a cold weight. He realized his son was right. If wisdom was hidden, people would turn to other forms of intelligence, and Mbe—smart and wise—would rise in status.

Reluctantly, Anansi climbed down from the tree. “Make sure Mbe doesn’t learn of this,” he warned his son.

Kweku nodded, promising not to speak a word to the Tortoise. Satisfied, Anansi opened the pot and let the wisdom flow back into the world, carried on the winds.

But little did Anansi know, Tortoise had been following them all along. As soon as Anansi released the wisdom, Mbe stepped out from the shadows, shaking his head with a smirk.

“For the wisest creature in the universe,” Mbe laughed, “you’re also the most foolish.”

And so it was that, to this day, people carry loads on their heads thanks to Kweku’s cleverness, and a bit of Anansi’s and Mbe’s wisdom lives in everyone.

If you enjoyed reading Anansi vs Mbe – The Pot of Wisdom, you’ll enjoy The Jackal and The Peacock.

Anansi vs Mbe – The Hero of Stories

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17th August 2020

Keywords: Anansi vs Mbe, The Hero of Stories, African Folktales, African Mythology, Nigerian Folktale, Ghanaian Folktale, Anansi The Spider, Mbe The Tortoise, Free Short Stories, Fabling Pam,

Once upon a time in the world of African Folktales, the Gods were the protagonists of every story. Every story, even the ones done by mortals were ascribed to the Gods who lived in the sky, The Gods who lived beneath the Earth. These made the stories boring and not relatable as it always painted the gods as flawless. It also made the humans and animals feel less capable, and one day, Mbe the tortoise came up with a plan to make the stories about himself. This was no act of kindness but of greed and mischief.

The tortoise approached the God of Stories, Fabling, who is called the writer to ask that she made every story revolve around him. She found his request to be funny but decided to humour him, then sent him on three quests, saying that if he completed them, then he could leave through every story and rewrite them as he saw fit.

The quest was to bring her three things. A jar full of all the bees in his village bees, the longest python in the world, and Agwu, the hungry tiger, and all were to be alive.
Once the tortoise had left, Anansi, a friend to the tortoise, who had eavesdropped on their conversation went to make the same deal with The Writer. He asked her to give him the same task, but she told him no, that rather if the tortoise were to fail, he would get the stories written after him.
So Mbe went to complete his task while Anansi went to hinder him.
Tortoise thought of a brilliant plan. He took with him a jar, a rope, a long stick and a thread and needle. He would go to the bees, which were pretty much stupid and only capable of making noise and tell them that he had gotten into a dispute with The Writer that they were too many to fit into a jar, and they would all try to fit in, then he would close it. He would then go to the snakes and tell him that the stick was longer than him, and the snake would lie close enough to the stick for him to tie it. Then as for Agwu the tiger, he would take the thread and needle and pretend to have sewed his eyes shut then convince the tiger that having his eyes sewn together was an amazing life-changing experience and the tiger would ask for his own eyes to be sewn shut too, and being helpless he would lead him to The Writer.
This was a flawless plan, because everybody in the folktale world was still stupid, as only Tortoise and Anansi still had all the wisdom in the world, and humans were yet to be created. But Anansi had seen tortoise preparing his tools and knew exactly what he was planning so he went ahead of him and told the Bees, The Snake and The Tiger about Mbe the Tortoise’s plan.
When Mbe arrived at the bees’ home, he tried to use his tricks on the bees, but they laughed at him and refused to enter, then he went to the snake and it also laughed at him, and threatened to swallow him, then he cautiously went to Agwu who had his eyes shut and was mimicking Tortoise’s plan. “Oh Mbe, can you see? Now that I am blind, I can see the secrets of the universe.” It mocked.
Tortoise knew exactly what had happened, he knew that Anansi was up to no good again. So he went back home and thought.

Meanwhile, Anansi returned to The Writer to make his request, only to be told that Mbe was yet to give up. This infuriated Anansi who ran out to see what the tortoise was up to.
Tortoise, having properly thought of a new plan, went to Anansi’s wife and asked for her web. Once she had covered him in web, he ran to the bees’ home and tried to steal their honey. They all rushed to attack him but got stuck in the web, and he took off the web and placed it in the jar.
Then Mbe went to the snake’s home, hung ropes from a tree and disguised them as branches and roots. Then he went to the snake and began to laugh. “But seriously though, you know you are not longer than the stick.” The snake was sceptical but tortoise added. “I have no stick with me, no rope, see that tree, that is the same length of the stick, why not let’s use it to measure?” The snake obliged, being the stupid animal that it was and once it had entwined with the tree, the tortoise pulled the rope.
For the tiger, Agwu, Tortoise was cautious, he first took the snake and the bees to the Writer so that Anansi the spider would not release them, then he went to the tiger, but he found the tiger sitting with Anansi laughing.
So he asked Agwu when he became friends with Anansi, and told him that Anansi was lying to him, that there was no deal with the writer and Anansi was up to no good. Anansi, tried to assure the tiger that Mbe was the one lying, but alas the tiger was too stupid to figure things out, so Mbe suggested that the tiger follow him and ask the writer himself.
The tiger followed the tortoise, despite Anansi’s protests which only made the tiger trust him less and less.
Once they arrived at The Writer’s home, Fabling declared Mbe the winner. Mbe was excited, Anansi disappointed and Agwu, furious at being used. He attacked the tortoise. While the tortoise ran for its life, Anansi got on the roof and offered to save the tortoise if he would agree to share the right to the hero role in stories. At first, Mbe refused, but then the tiger almost snapped off its neck. He agreed and Anansi pulled him up to the ceiling where Agwu could not reach him.
The Writer having no Use for the bees, snake and tiger, returned them to their homes and gave Mbe and Anansi the chance to have most of the stories told in folktale revolve around them. And it did until the humans were created.

Did You Enjoy This Story? Let’s know what you think, who is smarter? Mbe or Anansi.
You may also enjoy seeing a tortoise in Ka esi e le onye isi oche gwo gw

Let’s Play – Chapter 5

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9th April 2020

Keywords: Let’s Play, My First Complete Novel, Nigerian, Free, Web Novel, Drama, Adventure, Romance, Play Girl, Fabling Pam, Fablingverse

+Daniella+

As Bolaji and I kept walking up the stairs I couldn’t stop hoping that picking him as my target would not turn out to be a big mistake, I know it was absurd but every time we accidentally made eye contact I got lost.

Lost in his dark brown eyes.

We finally made our stop in an empty classroom “So the tour is over” I said trying to break the awkward silence.

“Yes, except there is another place you will like me to take a tour in,” He said suggestively.

“That’s nasty” I whispered even though I knew that there was nobody around to hear us.

“I was talking of your heart” he whispered back like we were playing a guessing game and I must admit it was cute.

“Oh! I meant my heart is pretty nasty” I said in a purring voice.

“Why don’t we see?” he moved a step closer to me and I moved back, maybe I was really wrong for leading him on like that but right now it was not him I was worried about. It was me.

If I let him sweep me off my feet I automatically lost this game and my life will return back to its boring 1 + 1 = 2. But if this was truly all just a game to me, why was I letting him win?

I decided to take back the lead “And how may I say do you intend to find out?” I said in a calm quiet sexy voice as I stepped forward in a persuasive manner.

“Miss Dan?” he smirked lowering his gaze to my lips “Have you ever played trapped in the closet?” he took a step closer to me. One more step and the gap would be closed.

My mind went back to his question then I remembered a party I had attended in my secondary school, I was in Basic 11 although then it was called SS2. My cousin had thrown a party when his parents travelled and I was over for the holidays.

“Dan, come join us!” he called me as I walked towards the refrigerator not interested in the party. I looked over at where he was seated with about fifteen of his friends.

“Why,” I asked over my shoulder opening the refrigerator.

“We are playing trapped in the closet” He called back.

“Okay?” I shot the refrigerator and went to sit next to him intentionally bumping his girlfriend away and saying “he was mine first” and all the guys started laughing.

“Okay let’s play!” a guy sitting five humans away from my cousin said then spun the bottle. It was then I realized we were sitting in a circle. Unfortunately, the bottle landed on the finest young man I had ever seen. His eyes were dark brown and his black hair was plaited back.

Just wait for it…………………………………………………………

“Tonia pick his kidnapped mate” the guy who spun the bottle said. I also figured Tonia was the girlfriend I shoved as I saw a wicked grin on her face.

“I pick Daniella,” she said with a much-satisfied grin.

My cousin would not have allowed me to play if I hadn’t boasted the night before that I played seven minutes in heaven which was totally a lie. In fact, I had never kissed any guy in my life!

Anyways, unlike seven minutes in heaven when you enter the closet on your own, in trapped, you are thrown in the closet by those that you think would not. Aka my cousin.

Before I knew what was happening I was lifted from the ground and was now struggling in the air for them to let me go. Tonia used the situation as an opportunity to pinch me on my arm and I whimpered knowing that this would not turn out right, I looked sideways and had a quick glance at the devilishly good looking guy that was going to be trapped in the closet with me and I was very very very scared hoping my v card will not be stolen, did I say stolen? I meant given away willingly without thinking of the consequence.

“I have a condom! Tonia cooed like I was supposed to be happy about that

“Tonia, my cousin.” my cousin warned.

“I was only joking.” I heard her say before I found myself on the closet floor and I saw the door close.

“You have five minutes!”

I stood up and tried the door handle but it had been locked with a key. I sighed and rested on the door, suddenly the guy that I hadn’t noticed was with me in the closet grabbed me by my waist with his hand covering my mouth to the far end of the closet, I thought I liked him, but now that he was going to take advantage of me I hated him so much!

I struggled, trying my possible best to make him let me go but he didn’t.

After struggling for a minute or more I stopped and gave up then he brought his lips close to my ear and whispered “let’s just pretend that something happened, I know you’ve never kissed a guy before” I was shocked! I thought he was about to take advantage of me, I stared into his melted chock eyes and that likeness I had for him returned even harder but then his last statement hit me.

“How sure are you?” I whispered back

“Come on,” he said gesturing to the door. At that moment still lost in his eyes I tiptoed up and placed my lips on his, I didn’t know how to kiss so I stayed like that and was almost getting disappointed in my first kiss when he pulled away but then lifted up my chin and placed his lips on mine with such gentleness, he kept on massaging my lips with his until my lips parted to give him entrance, my fingers were now playing with his long hair and his arms affectionately around my waist. I could have stayed like that forever but little miss spoil show had to open the door. And as expected I blushed with a million light bulbs on my chick and left for my room without looking back at my first kiss.

After that day I never met him again and my cousin didn’t even know his name, he said that he was a friend of a friend.

I was so heartbroken but it was worth it.

+#END OF FLASH BACK#+

“Back from your trip down memory lane?” Bolaji asked as I noticed our position, he was standing so close to me and my heart started beating like my brains remembered something that it was never meant to forget then I raced my mind back to his question “Miss Dan have you ever played trapped in the closet?” I stared into his eyes and got lost in his melted choc eyes again, again ‘oh no!’

He smirked at me as my mouth dropped open “you remember” he smirked and I turned around and ran as fast as I could outside the faculty straight to my room, shut the door and landed flat on the bed staring straight up at the ceiling’

I couldn’t believe it! I was so grateful that I hadn’t kissed him again, if not I might have fallen in love!!!!

I had to end this game and accept that I had lost to Mr. Hottie and pick another target.

I picked up my phone and dialled his number “are you still there?” In thirty minutes I was back at the faculty.

“I like the way you respond to surprise” he teased and I punched him on the arm.

“So why did you run?” He put his arm around my shoulder as we walked away from the faculty.

“I remembered you” I blushed.

“Sweet memories I guess seeing you came back.”

“I’m sorry,” I said keeping my head down as we walked.

“Why?” he asked in disbelief and I hadn’t even told him why.

“Don’t say a word till I am through,” I said then explained the whole game to him still with my head facing the floor.

He removed his arm from around my shoulder and we stopped walking. I shouldn’t feel anything right? But I felt so sad and guilty about it but it wasn’t going to stop the game “Bola I understand if you are angry but I won’t stop playing this game, I’m only telling you because I don’t want to hurt myself.” I said then began to walk away.

“Dan. So you think you are that appealing,” he called out to me.

I stopped walking; I wasn’t expecting those to be his next word “I don’t think. I know!” I turned around to face a mischievously smiling Bola.

“Let’s make this game more interesting, let’s say difficulty 5,” he said and we began to walk toward each other.

“I’m listening.”

“Now that I know you were only playing me.” he pause “Play me.”

“What?” I asked

“Make me fall for you,” He said, now walking closer to each other.

“Why?”

“Think of it, it’s a two-way thing. You get Cynthia to pay you to leave me and you get to see me all lovey-dovey.” He said the last part like a little boy.

We finally stopped walking because there was no longer space in-between us” And if I lose?”

“It’s just a game” he smirked.

“It’s on.” I didn’t agree because I was bored. No, I agreed because I knew he taught that I would be the one falling for him. That would make the game much more interesting.

Although I wondered why he wanted me to play his girlfriend but it was none of my business. Plus knowing might get me more attached to him.

+Bolaji+

“Let’s go to my place’ I said putting my arms around her shoulder once more.

“Okay,” she agreed too quickly. She must have been serious about this game. “Will Cynthia find out?” she asked as we walked to my car.

“Yes she will,” I said with a knowing smile.

“Great!” she snuggled closer to me.

She was so mine!

To be continued…

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Let’s Play – Chapter 4

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9th April 2020

Keywords: Let’s Play, My First Complete Novel, Nigerian, Free, Web Novel, Drama, Romance, Play Girl, Fabling Pam, Fablingverse

When I got home, I met Bimbo sulking over a cup of coffee and staring at her biology textbook’s cover “Why the long face?” I asked arranging my books on the table next to her pile of books. Psychologists really do a lot of reading.

“Nothing, it’s just this test I just found out I have tomorrow” she sipped her coffee.

“Come on! You are brilliant, why will a test get you down like that?” I said walking back to the bed.

“Because I promised to meet Desmond at the club tonight” She sipped her coffee again.

“Then cancel it,” I said sitting down on the bed and taking off my shoes.

“No way!” She screamed “And make Clara win?”

Oh Clara! It had been so long since I heard her talk about her. She used to be so obsessed with putting socks down her throat. I didn’t realize that she still was. A pity she never got to do that because she was such a goodie goodie two shoes ruled by the ever-wise council of her conscience, although these days she seemed to be giving her conscience a piece of her mind or maybe it was just me who had the bad influence on her.

“Okay?” I shrugged “Why don’t you read now while I do my assignment and go for the party later on?”

“Why do you think I am drinking the coffee? Daniella, you are such an Einstein?” The sarcasm in her voice was glaring.

“Then why were you moping?” wait. I didn’t want to know the answer to that. As a matter of fact, I was too sleepy to care “never mind” I laid on my half of our bed and set my alarm to five so I would wake up in time to do my assignment and also so that I wouldn’t be late for my tour with Mr. Hottie.

+Bimbo+

After she slept I started reading from my biology textbook. She was such a fast sleeper.

To be honest I wasn’t mopping about anything. Coffee just had that mopping effect on me. I was just so bored that I needed a conversation to start but apparently, she was too sleepy to continue with her questions. Argh! Maybe I didn’t pick this game up because I taught it would be fun, maybe it is because I was bored! Everything around me was so perfect! My parents were rich even though I was poor. But I was only poor because I didn’t want to claim my parent’s money; I wanted to work hard for mine. Plus Daniella and I had decided to be perfect little Bitches in year 1. You know? Those girls who didn’t have a single problem in their lives because everything around them went according to plan.

Yup! That was us. But you know it gets quite boring.

So when she brought the idea of the game, I was down with it and when I saw Clara on her target list, let’s just say…………JACKPOT!

“Daniella you’re the best! You’re the best! You’re the bestie bestie bestie bestie bestest” I flipped out of my chair in shock and landed on my butt. The volume of her alarm was…. …..ALARMING! When did she even change her ring tone?

I turned my head to the bed to see her still sleeping. That girl is a tight sleeper!

I got my butt off the floor and moved my legs to the fridge, opened it and got out a jug of iced water. “This is for making me fall off the chair. Miss I’m so egocentric” I rubbed my aching butt with my free hand after I shut the fridge door then walked to her side of the bed and poured the water on her face. A good thing she had a soft pillow that could absorb water.

“ARRRRRRRRRRGH” She jumped up from the bed, ran towards the bathroom and hit her head on the door because she forgot to open the door in her confusion “Ouch!”

I couldn’t help but clutch my stomach and role on the floor laughing.

“What was that for?” she screeched.

“That-was for-having-your loud-egocentric-ring tone-knock me out of my chair-while I-was-reading” I choked out the words because I was still laughing so hard.

“I didn’t know you were scared of noise,” she said walking towards me.

“Come on! That noise of an alarm could not wake you up, so I thought it was only logical that I helped” I said as I began to stand up from the ground.

“So, you were going to help me by drowning me” she stormed towards me with a clenched fist, and I froze in my attempt to stand up from the ground I thought she was going to hit me. She shifted her fist away from me at the last microsecond before impact with my face as a huge smirk played across her lips and she picked up her now wet pillow.

‘I’m going to get her for that’ I was mentally telling myself when I felt a cold pillow hit me. “And that’s how it felt.”

We both started laughing and she took her pillow to the corridor and hung it on the rope with five pegs.

I went back to my table and continued reading.

After about thirty minutes she stood beside me with a huge grin on her face.

“How do I look?”

“Like a human being” I shrugged facing my book.

“Come on!” she whined.

“Okay! You look good” Actually, she did look good in her jegging and long round neck t-shirt with matching all-stars shoes. Just casual enough to make him wonder whatever boys wonder about.

“Thanks,” she said then drew a chair next to mine and began to write something in a foolscap sheet of paper from a huge management textbook “Assignment?”

“Yes,” she said then murmured something that sounded like a sadist.

‘Daniella you’re the best! You’re the best, you’re the bestie bestie bestie bestie bestest!” Her annoyingly loud alarm went off after an hour.

“Yo! I gatta go” she said.

I smiled remembering my appointment with making Clara’s life miserable.

+Daniella+

That cold water she poured on my face was annoying but that’s what best friends are for plus I got her back with that little stunt of acting like I was going to hit her. I dropped my book back in its neatly arranged file and left the room with Bimbo still reading.

Seven on the dot and I was standing in front of the science faculty waiting for Bolaji. He was running pretty late, and damsels are not allowed to wait for long, a random guy I knew not from heaven came to keep me company.

“Hi, my name is Mayokun,” he said then sat next to me. ‘Who asked him to sit?’ Argh! If Bolaji does not come here soon I’ll freak out on him!

+Bolaji+

Wow! She looked so pretty and no makeup on her face, her hair was packed up in a ponytail to reveal her vertical oval face, not in a freaky way but in a cute way. My eyes darted to her side to see who she was listening to.

‘Who is he?’ I mentally screamed as I walked towards them, well her, but since he was sitting next to her, maybe him too.

Immediately I got two feet close to her she jumped up from sitting next to him “I told you my boyfriend was on his way” she said and came to my side and rested her head on my shoulder.

‘Yeah! That’s what I’m talking about!’ I mentally screamed like a six-year-old who just won Need for Speed. Then I turned to the guy and smirked while snaking my arm round her waist. She stiffened a little, but I did not remove my hand.

I took her inside the faculty and the tour began.

“This is the Human Anatomy lab” I pushed the door and was surprised that it was still open “Bolaji,” The female lecturer said as she saw me.

“Good evening ma,” I said as I shot the door before she thought of any smart annoying question to ask me.

“Um, Mayokun is gone” she pulled away from me as we climbed up the stairs.

“Okay” I put my hands in my pocket and led the way.

In twenty minutes, we had gone round the science faculty in awkward silence except on intervals when I showed her a lab, class or office.

+Bimbo+

I had to leave the room by eight-thirty because I had to sleep well for my test tomorrow. I threw on a red tank top, on black pencil jeans, tucked into a brown heeled boot and threw a few glitters on my face.

I saw Desmond immediately I stepped into the club “Hello” I said walking past him and he followed like a lovesick puppy. ‘Dem I’m good’

“Hey, barman” I sat on the bar with Desmond taking a seat next to me “something strong and sweet, two” I passed him my credit card and he swiped it

“Let’s dance!” I dragged him to the dance floor. I didn’t know what song was playing but it sounded like Lady Gaga and it was nice.

Rolling my never lying hips round and round on him, I felt his best friend stiffen and I wished so badly the Clara was there to see me.

Was I going too far?

Yes! To me, it was not just a game. It was Revenge!

When I got home I received a text from Clara.

“Stay away from my man!” I read her warning out, laughed, climbed onto my bed and slowly flew off into Lala world.

To be continued…

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Let’s Play – Chapter 3

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9th April 2020

Keywords: Let’s Play, My First Complete Novel, Nigerian, Free, Web Novel, Drama, Romance, Play Girl, Fabling Pam, Fablingverse

+Daniella+

Target one: Cynthia Ezekiel, madly in love with Bolaji Badagry, son to the minister of finance, 700 level Medicine student. This will be easy.

‘This lecturer must be the most boring man on earth!’ I kept on telling myself as I stared out of the class, I never listened in class, just came to sign the attendance sheet, take assignments and make sure I did not miss any surprise test ‘sadistic lecturers’. But today was going to be different. I would change my daily routine from waking up, going to class, going back home, eating, reading and sleeping. Now I would add playing to the list.

The long hand finally struck twelve and everbody shouted, “End of lesson!” followed with rude remarks like “Old man, go and sleep” exactly why I loved business administration students. Most of us were rebellious by nature. Before the lecturer could leave the class, students were already bouncing out chitter chatting and making so much noise that they didn’t hear the lecturer say “This is your assignment. Submit on my desk by 7 a.m. tomorrow” he turned and wrote on the board ‘GIVE THREE COUNTER ARGUMENTS AGAINST THREE MAJOR THEORIES OF MANAGEMENT’ again? ‘Sadist! We did management theories in year 3, first semester. This is year four! Second semester! And he is taking us on Organization behaviour 2!!! Not Management! SADIST’ anyways I copied the question at the back of my note and left the class along with the few five students who saw the question’

When I got to the Natural sciences faculty I checked out myself through the tinted glass window of Bimbo’s class. ‘Poor her, having a double period lecture’

I began to walk aimlessly around in order to find my target.

TARGET FOUND

I knew he would be having his class an hour after mine ended. And by the way, pictures lie! In his picture, he looked all light and handsome with melted choc eyes. Now? He looked like those Greek warrior gods they drew in animé. He wore a tight body hug shirt and a jean pencil trouser, with a black supra, his black hair was perfectly shaped with a not too low hair cut that just made him look cute enough to eat. I was practically drooling at his looks when a devilish grin hit my face. ‘Cynthia, what will be your price?’

My books in my hand, my hair loose from its usual ‘I am a serious student’ knot and no sign of makeup on my face just the regular white powder and lip gloss.

I walked as fast as I could into his classroom before he got there, pretending to be confused I waited for him to reach the front of the class door ‘thank goodness the class was empty except for a particular guy who sat at the far end of the class’. Once I heard his footsteps I hurriedly opened the door with my face down so I did not see him when I rammed into him.

As predicted he bent down with me to help me pick my books “You shouldn’t have come out of a classroom like that” like I didn’t know.

“Well, Mr. I’m so smart and know about school etiquettes you should have stopped moving when you saw the door open.” I mimicked his manly voice of concern with my head still down as I straightened up and dusted the invisible dust off my cloth with my hand that was not carrying any book.

“Um I stopped when I saw the door open and thanks for the compliment.” I snatched my remaining book from his hand then raised my face up to see him bedazzle at my look. I was not your average supermodel beauty, but I sure as hell was cute and I knew it. With my thin eyebrow, full pink lips and chocolate complexion.

Wow! He was definitely taller than me! Thank God I am so composed! My jaw would have literally dropped to the ground right now. He was even hotter up close. MEAW!

“Are you a medical student?” He seemed half as bedazzled as I was.

“No.” I said snapping out of bedazzle mode.

“Are you lost?” He asked me almost as I predicted.

“No. this is my final year and I haven’t stepped my foot inside any other faculty but Social Science so I decided to explore,” I said with a very slight smile then started to walk away, then stopped to look at the hottie still staring at me “Sorry for bumping into you it was totally my fault” I turned around to leave then I heard his footsteps behind me, a devilish grin spread across my face then turned into a surprised smile as I turned around to face him.

“I should be the one saying sorry” My expression changed from that of a surprised smile to just surprise “why don’t I give you the tour round” I kept on staring at him “that is if you don’t have an overprotective boyfriend that would skin me alive.” Smooth guy!

“No this chick has no master” I laughed lightly then added, “see you!”

“Wait” he called me back as I was about to leave “your number, we don’t want this chick to go astray,” he said with a smirk.

Stage 2 COMPLETE

+Bimbo+

I saw that mischievous best friend of mine outside my class checking out herself, talk about egocentric.

Now I couldn’t wait for the lecture to be over, not that it was boring, just that seeing Daniella reminded me that I had a bone to pick with Clara!

I turned around and glared at her. I feel like she took up Psychology just because it was my course.

After class, I saw Desmond in front of his car probably waiting for Clara because I could feel her behind me. I walked up to him, moved seductively close to his ear then whispered in a seductive tone “staring at a girl is so impolite” I could feel his lower hips tighten at my touch ‘poor baby’ I mentally smirked. I drew back then added “Will be at the club today” I walked past Clara who was glaring at me, I smirked at her.

“Desmond sweet, why were you talking with that bitch” an evil grin spread across my face as I walked toward my car.

Stage 2 complete

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Let’s Play – Chapter 2

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9th April 2020

Keywords: Let’s Play, My First Complete Novel, Nigerian, Free, Web Novel, Drama, Romance, Play Girl, Fabling Pam, Fablingverse

+Daniella+

Today was amazing Bimbo took me to the mall on a shopping spree, a Chinese restaurant, and to Chocolate Royal and I wore my cute little top with the writing ‘GIVE ME THE CHOCOLATE AND NOBODY GETS HURT.

When we got back to our room I was so tired but throughout the whole trip back home I just kept telling myself that I had to get money, not that I did not have money, but the money I had belonged to my parents, I wanted my own money and I wanted it the easy way, with a sprinkle of fun on the edge. I didn’t mind breaking a few hearts along the line. After all, to get up you have to step on a few toes but see I always knew I was greedy. My mum always told me so, even when my grandmother was about to die she looked me straight in the eyes with those wrinkled ninety-seven years old eyes and said “one day Ela I hope you find love because I could talk to you from now to my last breath and all that will go through your mind is when will she finally die!” yeah she was right. I remember already thinking that before she started talking “the only cure for a greedy heart is love” she said then shot her eyes laying still. I remembered shaking her repeatedly “Mama! Mama!” I shouted, my mother, was already drowning in her own tears, then “BOOOO!” we all stopped crying to stare at the supposed to be dead old woman.

That’s probably why grandpa loved her till his last breath. She finally died five days later but we had already shed the tears of rain for her so on that day we were all just happy that she lived a great life. Probably that was what she actually wanted.

I took out my laptop and went to Facebook. This was really simple. I had a lot of friends in school so I just went through their friend’s list, scanned for girls whose status read in a relationship, studied their bio, studied their ‘men’ and made a list. Actually, this was stage one of the game.

With my back still bent over the computer I looked at the time ‘Wow! I had spent over three hours on Facebook. I stood up to stretch then got back down with the laptop. So far I had about fifty names of potential pawns and I guessed I had enough for both Bimbo and I. this was a game, not a tax office. To say the truth I was more into the game for the fun. I mean apart from being greedy, I wasn’t even that greedy, I helped the needy ‘secretly’, I was actually nice below this though black skin,

But I was bored. I have a CGPA of 4.9, but my life has had the same old boring pattern for the last three years and this was my last year at the university! I just had to break out of this bottomless pit of ‘boredomness’ and live outside my comfort zone for once.

I opened Microsoft words and created a file for the potential pawns, potential because I still had to make sure that they were the right soldiers for this game. I placed the picture of the girls besides their ‘men’ and my findings below their pictures.

+Bimbo+

She must have been really serious about this game of hers, I was exited too but I didn’t expect her to start so soon. She called me thirty minutes ago to tell me that she had compiled the names of our targets and I should come home; that room was like our home to us, so we could get the details right.

I started leaving the club when I heard a light sexy voice from behind me.

Excuse me miss” I could imagine him already, tall dark handsome with dimples. I turned around slowly hoping that I was right and yes I was. “And you are?” I asked totally composed.

“Desmond” did he expect me to jump all over him just because he made his name sound sexy?

“Nice to meet you” I turned around and left him standing there probably dumbfounded because I could feel his eyes penetrating through my skin as I walked out of the club.

When I got home Daniella showed me the list of what she called potential pawns, and a huge grin spread across my face when I saw Desmond’s picture next to Clara’s. This was going to be great! I had a bone to pick with Clara. See, we had been in the same school since primary six and she was always trying to frustrate reason out of me by flaunting her money in my face. I knew I was not rich, though my parents are, but, you know those strict parents who want you to earn everything you have? Well, they are my parents, Clara practically ratted on everything I did just to get me frustrated but I never seemed to know why. Then In my year two in the university Daniella told me to ignore her and she would leave. She left me alone but now karma was bringing us back together. Don’t you just love him? So I was going to have revenge while playing. Sweet!

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Everybody’s Man – Chapter 5

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29th November 2019

Keywords: Everybody’s Man, Brostitute, African Folktales, Femi, Alero, Web Novel, Nigerian, A Fablingverse Story, Origin Story, Jackal Tales, Fabling, Pam, Free Short Stories

“Come on Alero, you expect us to believe that Femi sleeps at your place every night, but you’ve never shagged that.” Dayo laughed.

After Femi had left for work Alero decided to go out on a walk, but when she stepped into her room, she was reminded by the huge mountain of dirty clothes that she had nothing left to wear. So she packed her mess down to the backyard and went to work, washing them.

She had hoped that she would be alone since it was a weekday, but she wasn’t. Her neighbours were either Jobless, on leave, or online workers, like her, because they all seemed to be around, and waiting for her.

Not long after she started washing, Chinyere came out to fetch water from the tap and started the unfortunate conversation about Femi

“How is Femi?” She asked.

“He is fine,” Alero answered.

“Madam the Madam, Femi remote control, the number one woman in his life.” Chinyere hyped.

“I’m serious. Femi and I are just friends.” Alero said, not skipping a beat in her washing.

“F R I E N D S, yeah, we believe that” Dayo chipped in. She was walking with Aisha. Aisha looked away when Alero glared at them but Dayo returned the glare.

Dayo had wanted a serious relationship with Femi, she had thought she would be the one to save him, fix him, but she was wrong. Femi did not want to be saved, nor fixed. And he did not want to have sex with her more than once either. She was bitter and she could not hide it.

“Dayo, Passive aggression only makes you seem pathetic,” Alero stated.

“Yeah, pathetic,” she laughed. “Come on Alero, you expect us to believe that Femi sleeps at your place every night, but you’ve never shagged that.”

“If you are not here to help me wash, then this discussion is useless,” Alero said, returning to washing.

“I’ll help you wash,” Aisha said.

“What?” She earned a triple shocked response.

“I like to wash. I just washed yesterday; I want to wash again.” Aisha said, nervously.

“What are you doing?” Dayo whispered to her friend.

Aisha avoided answering her by focusing on Alero.

She was suspicious, but she was offering free help. “Sure, come and join me.”

“Thank you,” Aisha said and left her friend to wash the clothes of a person she hardly spoke to.

Dayo was both suspicious and offended with her friend’s action, so she stormed off without another word, and Chinyere had fetched the water she came for, so she left, and it was just Aisha and Alero.

“Seriously, why are you trying to help me?” Alero asked now that they were alone.

“Nothing, I just see you around, and I wanted us to become friends,” she said.

Alero could smell bullshit from a mile away, and this time the bullshit was right beside her. But she decided not to probe further so she would not lose her free temporary helper.

“By the way, you and Femi, are you childhood friends, or related?” Aisha asked.

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Everybody’s Man – Chapter 4

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24th November 2019

Keywords: Everybody’s Man, Brostitute, African Folktales, Femi, Alero, Web Novel, Nigerian, A Fablingverse Story, Origin Story, Jackal Tales, Fabling, Pam, Free Short Stories

“Mmm, Stacy is getting married.” Alero opened the Facebook wedding invite on her laptop while sipping her coffee. “Nah, not going.” she closed the invite then opened the freelancer tab, she had a few gigs waiting for her to accept. She dropped her coffee and got to work.

She had been working for six hours when someone furiously knocked on her door. “That sounds like Dixon,” she muttered then went to answer the door.

“You weren’t picking up your phone.” He said, the second she opened the door. He was steaming with anger.

“I told you, I put my phone on silent when I work,” she said.

“When don’t you work?” he asked.

“Dixon, did you come here to fight again?” She rolled her eyes. She was only making him angrier, she knew it, but she did not ask him to date her. He begged her to give him a chance, and she did.

And now, he wanted more from her, he said he did not mind that she was a workaholic who couldn’t make time for him, he thought he could make her change and now his failure was his frustration.

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Femi had had a stressful day, he had gone for the interview the HR got him, and by the looks of things he would be getting the job, since this new HR also wanted a piece of him. He was driving home now, he thought of ending his day at a bar, but he remembered he had promised a neighbour he’d help check her plumbing.

He turned out of the express and into a street in his Lexus and spotted Aisha.

She lived a few blocks away from him. He knew her because she always ran away every time she saw him, and she had 5 brothers who more or less hated him. He thought of driving past her, but he felt like doing one good thing to ease his conscience, so he pulled up beside her.

“Aisha right? Do you need a ride?” he asked.

“Thank you.” she looked at him, then averted her eyes quickly, but got in his car.

‘She is weird.’ He thought.

The ride was quiet. He dropped her in front of her building then went to his neighbour’s place to help fix her ‘plumbing’. Because easing his conscience did not help his mind.

After about 30 minutes of ramming into his neighbour’s drainage, she finally fell asleep, and it was his cue to leave.

He quietly picked up his things and left her flat to wash away the act.

As the shower poured down his body, he choked. He wanted to cry but didn’t know how to, and didn’t know why. But the tears still flowed down and mixed with water.

He scrubbed his body over and over again but he still felt filthy, he scrubbed his shoulder until he flinched in pain.

Accepting that he could not get any cleaner than he was, he stepped out of his bathtub, then grabbed a bottle of schnapps from his fridge and downed it before wiping himself and getting dressed.

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“Oh, your husband is here.” Dixon scuffed as Femi staggered in.

“He is not my husband.” Alero retorted as she rushed to help Femi in.

“Everybody knows he is a community penis, and you are always with him. What does that say about you?” his voice rose with every word.

“Dixon, I’ve had enough of you for today, please leave.”

“So he can service you?”

“Yes, Dixon, so he can service me. Get the fuck out of my house.”

“If I walk out now, it is over between us.”

“I have no problem with that, get out of my house! You are no longer welcome here!”

Dixon was perplexed but angrier. He slammed the door as he left.

“I’m sorry,” Femi said.

Alero was helping him onto the couch.

“You have nothing to be sorry about.” she patted his head.

He was sorry, he had tried to stop coming to her place, but even when he was drunk, he could only fall asleep around her. Around her, was when the voice in his head let him sleep.

“Don’t look at me like that.” She covered his eyes with her palm and he smiled. “I told you, I’ll be by your side forever.”

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The Snake and The Two Lonely Men – A Fablingverse Folktale

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20th November 2019

The Snake and The Two Lonely Men – A Fablingverse Folktale

The Snake and The Two Lonely Men: Nigerian Folktales, Snake tales, Fabling, Pam, Free Short Stories, A Fablingverse Folktale

Once upon a time, in a village, there were two men who were unmarried and lonely. All the men in their village had found wives, but they could not, because there was a scarcity of women, and so there was no woman of marriageable age for them. They both went about their lives gloomy, praying that the Gods will one day save them from the envy that they felt for the married men and give them a wife.

One day, one of the men, Aku, went to the forest to hunt for meat to sell and eat. He scouted the forest for a long time under the scorching sun and finally found an antelope that had strayed from his family, he aimed his gun and shot it, then carried it over his shoulder and began his journey back home.

On his way home, he saw the Eke, the great python. He was afraid and grabbed his gun to shoot it. But before he could shoot, Eke begged him to have mercy, it was then that he took a closer look at Eke and saw that he looked dried up, weak and miserable.

“Please, the sun is killing me, carry me to the river so I maybe cook.” The great snake begged.

At first the man was skeptical, but he took another look at the python’s state and resolved to help it. He carried the antelope on one shoulder and the snake on the other and took the snake to the river.

When they got to the river, he threw the snake in, then the snake brought out its head from the reads and spoke. “Thank you very much for your kindness, the gods have heard your prayers for a wife and the river goddess has decided to give you a gift. Throw your antelope into the river and a portal will open, put your hand into the portal and take the first thing you touch.”

The man did as Eke had told him since everybody knew that the serpent was the messenger of both the earth and river goddesses.

He threw the antelope into the river and a portal opened above the ripple, then he put his hand into the portal and pulled out a pumpkin, then went home with it.

When he got home, he stared at the pumpkin, wondering what gift the river goddess could have given him, he wondered if he would become a women magnet by eating the pumpkin. When he got tired of his imagination, he broke the pumpkin and from it, came a beautiful woman, “Aku, I am your wife. The gods have made me specially for you.” she said

She was way better than any wife he could have found by himself. She was the most beautiful woman in the village, she cooked, fetched water, kept the house clean, went to farm while he hunted, and made money for him. He had been delivered from envying the other men in the village and now they envied him and tried to seduce his wife, but the gods had made her just for him and he was the only person she loved.

Now the village had just one lonely man, Obiagheli. Obia was filled with envy, and unlike Aku who had not found a wife because he was too kind for his own good, Obia could not find a wife because he was too bad for his own good.

Seeing how happy Aku had become with his new wife, Obia paid him a visit to ask him where he found his wife from, and the kind Aku told him everything thing that had happened, so Obia set out to the forest to hunt for an antelope.

Obia wanted a better wife than Aku, so he hunted down the biggest antelope in the forest and carried it over his neck to the river. On his way to the river, he ran saw the great Eke, drenched and miserable on the dry ground. At first, he was scared by the size and tried to shoot it, but then he remembered that Aku had mentioned seeing the snake, so he changed his mind and relaxed.

“Thank you for not killing me.” the snake said. “Please will you carry me to the river so I may not scorch to death.”

Obia laughed. ‘You want me to carry a disgusting creature that crawls on its belly over the faeces of other animals on my neck like this, you must be joking.’ Obia thought.

“You sincerely do not expect that I will carry a snake which can kill me on our way, do you?” he asked, “Carry yourself to the river, I promise not to shoot you on your way.”

“But I am too parched to move.” the snake begged

“My friend, if you do not start moving now, you’ll become useless to me and I’ll have no choice but to shoot you.” He threatened.

The snake ‘labourously’ crawled to the river and crawled in through the reeds. He stayed submerged for a long time and Obiagheli lost his patience and began to curse out at it, calling it an ungrateful betrayer.

The snake eventually came up and without addressing Obia’s reign of curse it said “Thee gods have heard your prayers for a wife and the river goddess will give you a gift. Throw your antelope in the river, a portal will appear, put your hand into it and take the first thing that you touch.

Obia did as Eke had told him and he also got a pumpkin. He took the pumpkin to his house and immediately smashed it on the ground.

Out of the pumpkin rose a woman, he could tell she was a woman because she had the private parts of a woman, but she was the ugliest woman he had ever seen, and she looked as strong as she was ugly, built with monstrous muscles.

Obia panicked and tried to run away from his house, but she pulled him back saying. “I am you, wife, I was created especially for you by the gods, and you will never leave me. She was a terrible wife, she never once cooked or cleaned the house, or farm or sell. All she did was eat, lye around the house lazy and beat Obia whenever he did not obey her.

The End

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Everybody’s Man – Chapter 3

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15th November 2019

Keywords: Everybody’s Man, Brostitute, African Folktales, Femi, Alero, Web Novel, Nigerian, A Fablingverse Story, Nigerian, Drama, Fabling, Pam, Free Short Stories

It was a busy morning at the bank. Femi placed the wad of cash in the banknote counter. It was twenty pieces of one-thousand-naira notes. He entered the amount and details of the teller into his system, tore out the bank’s copy and returned the teller to the customer.

She took it from him, making sure to graze his fingers. ‘I want you.’ her body language screamed.

“Please come again.” he smiled.

She started walking away, but stopped two steps away, turned around with determination in her eyes, and stretched her hand to him.

“Call me,” she said.

There was a business card in her hand, he thought of refusing, but the look on her face stopped him. He took it and placed it in his pocket.

“Thank you.” He smiled politely and waited till she had gone before he called for the next customer.

“Finally!” His colleague said from his cubicle. Everybody had been watching them. “I thought she would never make a move. This is what, her tenth deposit into her account this month, guy, you get jazz for body?”

“She is a customer,” he muttered as he attended to his next customer.

“So?” His colleague whispered. “Na for here you go do am?”

“Una two just dey break company protocol anyhow.” his female colleague whispered.

“Have a good day.” Femi handed the teller to the customer.

“Femi, HR is calling you,” Titi said. She had just come down the stairs and was frowning. She did not like him.

“She likes you, you know that.” the voice in his head said.

Femi smiled at her, but she turned her nose upwards and away from him. He laughed.

“You know her type.” the voice continued. “The type who rejects herself before she tries. Then takes her anger out on the thing she wants but thinks she can’t have.”

Femi placed his out of order tag on his desk then went to answer the call.

‘It’s Femi,” he said, to let her know he was the one outside before he walked in and shut the door behind him.

She was waiting for him, seated on top of her desk, thighs spread on the two guest chairs to give him a view of her red g-string and clean shave. “You are playing hard to get, Femi.” She said with a sultry voice.

Femi wanted to take her there and then, but he had been playing hard to get. Not so she could chase him some more, but so he could feel like he had some form of power over her. She was his boss at work, but when it came to whatever their relationship was, he was her superior.

“While this is tempting, Mrs. Babatunde, I’ll like to remind you that we are at work,” he said, emphasising on the Mrs. and her husband’s name.

She squinted her eyes, about to scold him.

“Oh, look at her, can’t confront her shame.” The voice in his head said.

He smirked and walked towards her, then sensually pressed her thighs together, intentionally inching forward like he was going to kiss her, letting her take in his Axe Dark Temptation spray.

“You have no idea what you do to me.” She whimpered.

“Everything about us is wrong,” he replied.

“I’m fixing it,” she said. “I called a friend, put in a few favours, I’ll text you the details, you’ll get the job, and we won’t have to sneak around anymore.”

“You will still be a married woman,” he said. Still holding the promise of a kiss close to her lips.

“So?” she pulled him towards her with his tie and crashed his lips against hers. He did not resist. “You have your flings too. We can keep what we have and still have each other.”

He had her, he rubbed his palm up her thigh to tease her spot. She moaned.

Alero would not approve of him manipulating his HR with sex, but “Don’t think of Alero now.” The voice said. “Besides, manipulating your HR is not the worst thing you’ve done, and Alero approves of nothing.”

He pulled her, rubbed her clits over the fabric of her pants and kissed her deeper when she opened her mouth to gasp.

Pleasing a woman was easy. It only took patience and delayed gratification.

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The Jackal and The Peacock – A Fablingverse Folktale

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13th November 2019

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The Jackal and The Peacock – A Fablingverse Folktale

Keywords: The Jackal and The Peacock, Malice, African Folktales, Jackal tales, Fabling, Pam, Free Short Stories, A Fablingverse Folktale

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful bird called The Peacock, he could not fly like other birds, but he was beautiful, and for him, that was all he needed. He was no king, but he was created with a beautiful feather crown, his brown eyes were surrounded by greenish-blue flesh with black and white marks, his neck was long, sleek and elegant, and it’s tail made a beautiful robe that the humans tried to imitate when they made their clothes. Every female was in love with The Peacock because of his beauty, and so he walked around with his chest puffed up.

Now the Jackal was jealous of The Peacock and wanted to be like it, but it was a prideful animal, so instead of admitting to his desire, he bullied The Peacock. The Peacock naturally tried to avoid the Jackal, but sometimes he was not so lucky, however when those times came, the other animals protected it from the Jackal.

One day, the Jackal cornered The Peacock while it was bathing in a pond and tried to eat it, there was nobody around to save The Peacock, so he ran, but his feathers were heavy with water and slowed him down, and the Jackal pounced on him. The Peacock closed his eyes, waiting for the Jackal’s bite, but it never came, so he opened his eyes.

The Jackal was stuck in awe of The Peacock’s beauty.

“Are you okay?” The Peacock asked, hoping that he was not.

The Jackal snapped back to his present and clumped his jaw close to The Peacock’s neck but could not bring himself to clench his teeth. So he pulled away.

“Why are you so beautiful?” The Jackal asked the shocked peacock?

The Peacock did not answer because he was still speechless, so the Jackal snapped its jaws, angry. “Tell me.” he demanded, “How did you become beautiful?”

The sun!” The scared peacock said. “I stared into the sun, and it made my eyes glow brown, I rolled in the forest and it coloured my body. And I stood on the mountain and caught a rainbow and made it my tail.”

The Jackal took note of everything The Peacock had told him and ran off to do the same.

Now, you should know that the Jackal used to be as beautiful and bright as the fox. When he stared at the sun, it burnt his eyes so that they were pitch black in the middle and surrounded by fire like the sun. When he rolled around the forest, it stripped him of his bright colour and painted him as sand. And when he stood on the hill to catch a rainbow, he fell and was severely injured.

Now that the Jackal was ugly and injured, he had to stay in hiding, so he no longer bothered The Peacock.

The End.

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Everybody’s Man – Chapter – 2

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12th November 2019

Keywords: Everybody’s Man, Brostitute, African Folktales, Femi, Alero, Web Novel, Nigerian, A Fablingverse Story, Nigerian, Drama, Fabling, Pam, Free Short Stories

Femi tripped on air and grabbed Adaora’s door to hold himself up. He was drunk, but no matter how drunk he got, he always found his way to the place he called home. He knew she would let him in, she always did. He leaned on her door and knocked lightly.

Adaora was on her work desk – typing – when she heard the knock. She knew who it was, she was expecting him. This was Femi’s routine. He always came to her after having sex and a few too many drinks.

She got up and let him in.

He stumbled forward and she caught him, and the strong whiff of schnapps that came with him.

“I’m tired,” he said looking up at her.

She helped him in then shut the door before leading him to her couch. Trying not to say what was on her mind – and she had a lot on her mind – she stared at him with pity. She knew why he did it, why he had sex with every skirt. She believed she knew why, but she could never bring herself to have that conversation with him., Plus he was tired, that was a good excuse.

She patted his head as she watched him sleep, “Why do you keep hurting yourself?” she whispered. “Tell me how to help you.” She patted him one more time then returned to her desk.

Femi opened his eyes as his alarm went off. He turned it off and looked up to make sure it did not wake Adaora. She had fallen asleep on her desk again. He rolled out of the couch and folded the cloth she used to cover him.

He quietly walked into her bathroom. His towel was next to hers and his toothbrush was with hers in a cup, he pressed his lips together in a soft smile, grabbed the brush, brushed his teeth, had his bath, then went into her room to pick out his work cloth. He practically lived with her.

All clean and dressed, he made coffee with her coffee maker and gazed at her while it brewed, breaking free from his thoughts once the machine alerted him that his coffee was ready.

He filled two cups then tapped Alero on her shoulder.

“All dressed?” she asked. “I’m going to start collecting house rent from you.”

“I make coffee for you every morning.” He handed her her cup.

She took a full mouth of the smooth coffee. “Why does it always taste better when you make it?”

“Because I’m better at everything.” he took a mouth full from his cup.

“Please.” she rolled her eyes. “By the way, coffee does not count as payment.”

“What does?”

“I’ll eventually come up with a way for you to pay me. If I don’t kick you out first.”

It was a joke, she would never kick him out, she knew it, but he didn’t, he looked worried.

“Aren’t you running late?” She asked.

“I never run late.” he smiled. “See you tomorrow.”

She watched him leave, knowing he would return like he did the night before. She knew he did not get drunk in the club, but in his house.

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Why Lion is Only King of The Forest

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7th November 2019

Why Lion is Only King of The Forest: African Folktales, Lion tales, Fabling, Pam, Free Short Stories

“Be careful my son.” The lioness warned her son. “Don’t keep leaving to the human’s side of the world.”

“Why?” the little cub protested. “I am the strongest animal in the world!”

His mother robbed his head and pushed him under her chest laughing. “That’s what your great-great grandfather thought.”

“Was great, great granddad really married to a witch?” he asked.

“Yes he was, and it is from their union that all strong animals were born,” she answered.

“And we are the strongest of them all.” He bragged.

“Yes we are.” she smiled. Then added, with a stern face “But be careful of the humans. They might not be as strong as us but they are smart and almost as cunning as Anansi the spider and Mbe the tortoise.”

The young lion puffed, adamant, and murmured. “I can beat a human.”

Even though he felt he was the strongest, the young lion obeyed his mother and remained in the forest, away from humans, until he grew up and became Lion, King of the forest. Then he became bored and wanted more. He wanted to be the King of the world, not just the king of the forest.

The Lion walked into the human township, there he saw a man about to cut down a tree and rushed to attack him.

“What are you doing?” the human asked.

“I’m going to kill you, and eat you, and I will be called the strongest in the world.” The lion announced.

“I see.” The human said. “But before you kill me, help me cut down this tree so that even though I am dead, my children can have the tree.”

The lion thought for a second, then refused. “Why should I help my meal?” he asked.

The man laughed. “You claim to be stronger than me, yet you cannot cut down a tree which I have already begun cutting.”

“I can, I just don’t want to.” He growled.

“Yes, keep telling yourself that.” the human laughed and continued cutting the tree. This annoyed the lion so much that without a second thought, he unleashed his claws and struck the tree.

It was a mighty strike, and for a second the man thought that indeed the lion had struck down the trees with its claws.

“I will -” the lion roared as he attempted to pull back his paws and strike again. Its claws were stuck in the tree.

As he was about to strike the tree, the man pulled his axe from the tree and the lion’s hand got stuck in between the trunk.

The man smiled evilly at the lion and rose his hand to strike it.

“Wait please!” the lion begged. He had heard the story of how his greet, greet grandfather had lost the fight against the humans for the title of King. The humans were cheaters, so they won, they attacked with weapons. “Spare my life and I’ll make a generational vow with you.”

“What vow?” asked the man

“I will never come into the townships to feed on humans and will only feed on dead humans in the forest. But while they are alive, I’ll stay away from them.”

The man liked the vow, so he cut the tree and released the Lion’s paw, so the lion kept his promise.

Long after that Lion died, his son was patrolling the edge of the forest when it saw a human lying still, he went to inspect it and found that the human was alive, just sleeping, and remembered the promise his father made to humans and walked away despite the screams of fear the human had gone into when he opened his eyes to see a lion sniffing him

The End.

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Let’s Play – Chapter 1

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1st November 2019

Let’s Play: Nigerian, Free, Web Novel, Drama, Romance, Play Girl, Fabling Pam

+BIMBO+

Let me begin telling this story with me staring at this angry bitch, who for some known reason was angry at me. She just kept on talking and talking and talking and talking then finally she said, “How much will I give you to leave my boyfriend alone?” I thought she was joking so I answered “one million naira?” I was about to laugh at myself when she brought out her cheque-book and signed it, tore out a slip and threw it on me. May I add that my mouth was opened throughout all this?

When I got back to my senses she was gone in her black 2011 Jaguar XJ, I bent down slowly and picked up the cheque with ONE MILLION NAIRA clearly written on it and I mentally froze still with my mouth opened then common sense hit me!

Right there I dialled John’s number “hello John……..I’m okay…….yes…..um….John? It’s not you, it’s me…….I’ve started seeing someone else” I dropped the call before he said anything to change my mind. And just when Mr. Conscience tried to achieve what Mr. Common Sense couldn’t achieve. A big bright smile appeared on my face! I AM MILLIONIAR!!!!

‘HI! MY NAME IS BIMBO. AND I JUST LEARNT THAT PLAYING GAMES CAN MAKE YOU RICH!’

Daniella is my best friend and my roommate so we practically share everything but at times she could be pretty annoying. But hey opposites attract.

“Okay! But I won’t tell you how I made one million nairas today” she immediately jumped up from the bed assessed me to know if I was serious then gasped out loud as I waved the cheque in her face. “Tomiwa paid me to leave John”

“That bitch s really desperate!” she dragged the cheque from my hand. “Easy money” I Smirked

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” A mischievous smile started spreading across her face.

“If it’s about money then we are in sync” I slipped my cheque out of her hand before she thought of the word share. Na! I’m not that stingy but you see Daniella is the spending type and I am the saving type. But I’ll give her a treat.

“Let’s play a game” now I was listening “let’s see how many bitches and guys we can legally scam” “I likey!” I said placing my cheque ‘i love that word’ into my bag and zipped it.

“We will get a list of available suitors with desperate girlfriends or fiancées starting tomorrow” she gets back on the bed and dozes off.

We might be different in our own ways but we both didn’t believe in love and loved money.

To be continued

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Everybody’s Man – Chapter 1

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1st November 2019

Keywords: Everybody’s Man, Brostitute, African Folktales, Femi, Alero, Web Novel, Nigerian, A Fablingverse Story, Origin Story, Jackal Tales, Fabling, Pam, Free Short Stories

Her cross pendant dug into the centre of her breasts, pulling his eyes into them, begging him to pull her blouse lower to behold the magnificent lumps they were partially hiding. To cup them in his hands and roll his tongue around them. He had to have sex with her.

She was sitting across the bar counter, bent forward to give him a clear view, she knew he was admiring her.

“She wants you.” the voice in his head said, and he knew it was right.

He winked at her and she smiled.

“That’s your cue.” The voice said.

He walked to her side and whispered in her ear “ever had sex with a stranger behind a bar?”

She gasped, appalled. Glared at him, then smirked.

Femi was handsome. He was tall, he was irresistible, and he knew it. If any other man had said that to her, she probably would have poured her drink on his starched shirt, stormed off and then written a lengthy angry post on Facebook. But this was him, this was Femi, Everybody’s man.

She placed her hand in his and followed him outside the bar to the back. The second they were out of view, he pushed her against the wall and ravished her lips, his right hand pushed her blouse down and dug into her bra, cupping the breast, rubbing the tip with his thumb.

She gasped into his mouth; her breath was icy.

His other hand went to work on her second breast, she pushed her head back to catch her breath, he used the break to put her right breast in his mouth. Her moans got louder, it was his cue to send his hand up her skirt and into her pants, she began to scream, he was ravaging her, he was blowing her mind.

Adaora would be disappointed in him if she saw him now. She was always disappointed in him. She never scolded him, but her face always had a lot

to say to him when he knocked on her door drunk.

He was drunk, he could feel nothing, he was having sex with a stranger, he was aroused but it was not because of how sexy she was, or how tight she was, he was aroused by the effect he had on her. Her moans soothed the pain in his chest, it clogged his brain, nothing mattered, not his past, and not his future. All that mattered was now, and how now made him feel alive, her pleasure was his drug.

After a consistent thrusting and moaning, they both climaxed.

Satiated, they breathed heavily against each other, and he kissed her one last time before pulling away to fix his clothes.

“Do you want my number?” She asked.

He looked at her and smiled without breaking a beat. It was not an excited smile, it was a sad smile, there was no point in sleeping with her again.

She understood, got dressed and left him.

As he watched her leave, he thought of returning to the bar, but there was no point in doing that either. He had a bottle of Jack Daniels in his car, and he was ready to head home.

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The Beginning of Humans 2: How The First Children Learned About Sex

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30th October 2019

The Beginning of Humans 2: How The First Children Learned About Sex – African Folktales, African Mythology, Origin Story, Lion tales, Fabling, Pam, Free Short Stories

For a long time the 50 female children wondered aimlessly in the earth’s belly, then one day the eldest daughter looked up and saw light coming through the crack in the earth, so she climbed up and saw how vast the earth was, and she called out to her sisters “Let us leave here and climb to the top.” At first, her sisters refused, but then she convinced them that what she saw outside was beautiful, so they followed her out. And it was beautiful.

In this time, the trees could talk and so could the animals and the daughters spoke to the trees, inquiring of who had created them. But the trees did not have an answer, so they asked the animals and the animals did not have an answer, so they asked the Sun, moon and stars, but they were too far to be heard, so they continued their journey in search of a new home.

As the daughters walked, they came upon a stream that blocked their path. They thought of turning back, but the stream called out to them, “I am a stream. You can drink from me and wash in me, and you can cross to the other side by walking across my shallow end.” So the daughters camped by the stream and drank.

As Night was approaching the daughters saw the 50 sons at the other end of the stream, but they did not know them, as they had been asleep at the point of their birth. Thinking that they were alike, the daughters called to the sons to cross over to their side, but when they crossed over, they found that they were different, though their clothes were similar, their stature was different and they were filled with fear and asked the sons to stay away from them.

When night came the sons went to wash in the stream and while they washed, one of the daughters; the bravest of them, went to spy on them. When she saw their naked body, the feeling that overcame her parents also overcame her, but she was afraid of the feeling and returned to her sisters.

After the sons were done washing, the daughters went to wash and the brave daughter told them everything she had witnessed when she spied on the sons. Her sisters were worried about her because she had tried to run back to the sons afterwards, so they held on to her to protect her from herself.

As the night became darker, the moon called on the children to sleep, and every living thing slept, but of the daughters there was one who stayed awake, loathing her sisters and the force which had created them. And of the sons, there was one who stayed awake salivating at the thought of eating his brothers.

When Morning came, the daughters continued on their journey, trying to get away from the sons as fast as they could. But even though they had travelled for a long time, they had not gotten far from the sons as they were yet to learn that the earth was round.
Meanwhile, the sons had gotten tired of walking and agreed to settle by the stream, the older sons dug a hole in the ground and lived there, but the younger sons refused to live in the ground as their parents did and they begged the trees for their trunks and built houses raised with stones.

After walking for 2 days, the daughters found themselves on the other end of the stream staring at the son’s camp, which now looked like a village, and they stood and marvelled. Then the youngest sister crossed the stream to the son’s camp to get a better view.
While the sons had built houses for themselves, the wild son refused to live in a house and when the youngest daughter crossed over, he smelled her and attacked her, and she cried for help.

All the daughters heard her scream and rushed to her side to rescue her from the wild son, but the wild daughter stood behind them as she watched hoping for blood to spill.

The other sons heard the commotion and ran out to fight. And again a fight between man and woman broke out. But this time, the daughters did not have their premenstrual cramp so they won and kicked the sons to the ground, and as the sons fell, their clothes rose to reveal their puyings, and the daughters saw that the brave girl had told the truth and they took off their clothes and the sons saw their puyangs and boobies, and their puyings rose, and the daughters lay on top the sons.

When they had consummated their meeting, they took each other as man and wife and the daughters moved in to live with the sons, and the sons said, if women are to live in the houses that we built, then never again should they lay on top us, and the daughters agreed, and they lived together.

Wait.

But the wild son and daughter disagreed with them and went to live in the wild, where the wild son turned into a lion and the wild daughter turned into a witch.

The End

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The Beginning of Humans – Part 1 – The Origin of Sex

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30th October 2019

The Beginning of Humans – Part 1 – The Origin of Sex

The Beginning of Humans – The Origin of Sex: African Folktales, African, Mythology, Origin Story, Lion tales, Berber Origin, Origin of Sex, Fabling, Pam, Free Short Stories

In the beginning, the earth was empty and void and The Creator hovered over the earth and asked: “What should we make of this world?”.

“How about we bring African folktales here, let’s create a world where the stories from old, by your people can come back to life,” I suggested. The creator smiled, and so it was. And of all the African-origin tales, she chose a Berber Origin.

And so it began. In the beginning, the creator created a man and a woman and she clothed them and put them in the belly of the earth, the humans were surrounded by darkness, but they could see, and they saw the well which they were to drink from, and the food which the creator had left for them.

The man and the woman lived together but separately, suspicious of the other and ready to attack when the need arose. Then one day the woman went to drink from the well; as she crouched over, drinking, the man approached the well and demanded that she move out of the way so he could drink. The woman refused, stating that since she was there first it was courteous of the man to wait until she was done before drinking, but the man would have none of it.

He pushed the woman out of his way and went for the well and the woman gave him a backhand slap in retaliation and a fight broke out. The man and woman had fought for seven days when the woman felt her premenstrual cramp creep up at the wrong time. The man saw her bend in pain and used the opportunity to knock her over, and because she was in too much pain, she gave up.

When the woman fell, her cloth rolled up and exposed her ‘puyang’ and boobies. On seeing them the man took off his clothes and touched his chest. “How come yours are big and mine are small?” he asked.

The woman shook her head as she also saw the man’s chest for the first time, and even though his chest was not like hers, she found that they were beautiful to behold. Then she said. “The thing between your legs is also different from mine.”

He nodded as his ‘puying’ rose. “What do we do with them?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” she answered.

Then they felt an urge and the woman said: “Maybe your puying goes in my puyang.”

And so they lay together, the man put his puying in the woman’s puyang and they became man and wife.

And they lay there for many days and refused to be separated, so that every nine months, the woman gave birth to 4 children.

By the time the man and woman were ready to be separated, they had born 100 sleeping children. Then they looked at their children and did not know what to do with them, so they separated the sons from the daughters, then woke the sons up first and said, “Leave and find where you belong.”

When the male children had left, they woke up their daughters and said to them as they had said to their sons. And this is why to this day all children must leave their parent’s homes to find their own homes.

Wait, This is not the end.

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Kidnapping Father Christmas: Chapter 13

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2nd January 2019

Kidnapping Father Christmas: Chapter 13 – Nigerian Christmas Story, Funny, Kidnap Santa Clause, Adventure, Children and Mischief, Free Web Novel, Fabling, Pam

Ebuka sat on the cold, dusty floor of the abandoned storehouse, his back against the wall. His younger brother, Chukwuma, was huddled beside him, sobbing uncontrollably, his head resting on Ebuka’s lap. The weight of their ordeal pressed heavily on them, mingling with the sting of shattered illusions.

“I’m so sorry,” Ebuka said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “I never meant for things to go this far.”

Chukwuma’s tear-streaked face looked up at him, eyes brimming with anguish. “But what about Mummy and Daddy? They’ll never see kobo now. Everything’s ruined.”

Ebuka’s gaze softened. He brushed a gentle hand through his brother’s damp hair. “It’s not your fault. Their problems are theirs alone. Daddy’s more interested in chasing luck than building a future, and Mummy? She’s too busy trying to outshine everyone else. Even if you handed them the world, they’d squander it and be right back where they started.”

Chukwuma’s tears continued to flow as he processed his brother’s words. Ebuka glanced over at Oyinbo, who was still in shock, his wide eyes fixed on the scene. “I can’t believe you actually did it,” Ebuka said, shaking his head in disbelief. “How did you pull it off?”

Oyinbo, desperate for a reprieve, began to speak, his voice trembling. “I’ll tell you everything. The real plan was to kidnap the Baalẹ́’s daughter.”

Ebuka’s eyes widened with interest. “The Baalẹ́’s daughter? That’s new. Tell me everything.”

As dawn broke and the first light of day began to filter through the dusty windows, the arrival of the police brought a tense silence. The children, their faces a mix of triumph and fear, stood together, the three tied-up men their grim trophies. Ebuka took charge of the narrative, instructing Chukwuma and his friends to remain silent, by telling them that they had committed a crime and could go to jail for it.

With the skill of a practiced storyteller, Ebuka spun a tale of bravery: how he had overheard the plot to kidnap Father Christmas and rallied the children to thwart the sinister scheme.

The Baalẹ́, grateful for the heroes who had saved his daughter, Turayo, rewarded them generously. Ice cream, Christmas toys, and accolades followed. The children basked in the praise, while their parents experienced a whirlwind of emotions—relief, pride, and a touch of disbelief at the wild turn of events.

And this time for real, they all lived happily ever after, for a day, I mean, this is Nigeria.

And that’s the end! Hope you enjoyed reading Kidnapping Father Christmas, it was really just meant to be a quick and fun read. If you enjoy stories of Nigerian children getting up to mischief you may enjoy this story A Funny Weekend For High School Boy

Kidnapping Father Christmas: Chapter 12

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2nd January 2019

Kidnapping Father Christmas: Chapter 12 – Nigerian Christmas Story, Funny, Kidnap Santa Clause, Adventure, Children and Mischief, Free Web Novel, Fabling, Pam

The gunshot reverberated through the night, causing Atutu to panic, but before he could react, Ebuka crept up behind him and slammed the stick into his neck. Atutu crumpled to the ground, unconscious. Ebuka stared at the man’s limp form, his mind racing. He needed to act quickly. Remembering the clothesline in the backyard, he ran to it, yanked it down, and hastily tied Atutu up.

Inside the storehouse, Oyinbo had resigned himself to his fate. He was about to die, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. But Chukwuma, his heart pounding with adrenaline, wasn’t ready to give up. As Ọ̀gbeni tried to shake him off, Chukwuma kicked and screamed, finally clamping his teeth around the man’s ear. The force of his bite sent Ọ̀gbeni crashing to the ground beside Oyinbo, who could do nothing but silently pray for mercy.

“I will kill you! I will effing kill you!” Ọ̀gbeni roared, clutching his bleeding head in disbelief as he stared at the blood in his hands.

Chukwuma spat out the ear, then started retching.

“I will make your death pain you,” Ọ̀gbeni growled, taking a menacing step towards the boy. But before he could get close, the door burst open, and a panicked Ebuka rushed in, stick in hand.

Ọ̀gbeni turned to fire at Ebuka, but his shot went wide as Chukwuma lunged at his ankles, sinking his teeth in deep. “You little piece of shit!” Ọ̀gbeni snarled, trying to kick Chukwuma away. But the boy’s teeth were locked in like a dog’s, refusing to let go. Desperate, Ọ̀gbeni pointed his gun at Chukwuma, but before he could pull the trigger, Ebuka slammed the plank into his head with all his might. The impact sent Ọ̀gbeni stumbling, and Chukwuma seized the moment, biting down on the man’s wrist, causing him to drop the gun.

With a final surge of energy, Ebuka tackled Ọ̀gbeni, the two of them crashing to the ground in a violent struggle. As they wrestled, Chukwuma crawled to pick up the gun. For the first time, he held a real gun in his hands, and the feeling of power surged through him like a drug.

He looked up at the two men fighting—one, his teenage brother, and the other, a hardened criminal. Seeing Ọ̀gbeni gaining the upper hand and beating his brother mercilessly, Chukwuma fired a shot. The loud bang echoed in the room, and both men froze.

“Get on your knees, or I will shoot you. Yes, you heard me, I will kill you, I will paint this place with the colour of your brain.” Chukwuma’s voice was cold and menacing, a stark contrast to the boy he had been just hours ago. Both Ebuka and Ọ̀gbeni were taken aback, fear creeping into their hearts as they realised the transformation in the boy.

Ọ̀gbeni, desperate, tried to inch closer, attempting to talk Chukwuma down. But Ebuka grabbed him, pulling him back. “Don’t push him,” Ebuka whispered, seeing the madness in his brother’s eyes.

But Ọ̀gbeni, driven by fear and desperation, shoved Ebuka aside and lunged for the gun. Chukwuma fired again, this time hitting Ọ̀gbeni’s legs. The man cried out in pain as he collapsed to the ground, clutching his wounded leg. The boy had a good aim for his age.

“Ebuka, tie him up!” Chukwuma ordered. Ebuka, shaken but obedient, quickly tied up the struggling Ọ̀gbeni. Despite his injuries, Ọ̀gbeni tried to resist, but one look at the bloodlust in Chukwuma’s eyes made him think twice.

With the criminals subdued, Ebuka walked over to Chukwuma, who was now pointing the gun at him. “You lied to me. You told me Father Christmas was real. I did all this for my money… How do I get my money?” Chukwuma sobbed, his voice breaking with anger and betrayal. He was going to shoot him. He was going to kill his own brother.

Ebuka’s heart pounded in his chest. He had never seen this side of Chukwuma before. This wasn’t just anger—this was something deeper, something terrifying. But despite his fear, he knew he had to act. Slowly, he walked towards Chukwuma, his hands raised in surrender.

As he got close enough, he gently pushed the gun down and took it from his crying brother’s trembling hands. For a moment, the two brothers stood there, the weight of everything that had happened hanging in the air. Then, in a split second, Ebuka raised his hand and delivered a resounding slap across Chukwuma’s face.

The slap echoed in the small room, and Chukwuma stood frozen, his tears flowing freely now. Ebuka, his own heart breaking, pulled his little brother into a tight embrace. “I’m sorry, Chukwuma. I’m so sorry,” he whispered, holding him as they both cried.

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Kidnapping Father Christmas: Chapter 11

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2nd January 2019

Kidnapping Father Christmas: Chapter 11 – Nigerian Christmas Story, Funny, Kidnap Santa Clause, Adventure, Children and Mischief, Free Web Novel, Fabling, Pam

The initial shock had barely worn off when panic gripped Ebuka, realising the gravity of the situation. His younger brother, Chukwuma, had not just kidnapped “Father Christmas”—he had kidnapped a full-grown man, and now they were in deep trouble. Ebuka grabbed Chukwuma by the arms, dragging him out of the storehouse and locking the door behind them.

“Why are you angry?” Chukwuma asked, bewildered by his brother’s sudden aggression.

“Idiot! There is no such thing as Father Christmas! That is a full-grown man you’ve locked in there! God, mummy will kill me! Don’t tell her I told you to do anything! How many people know?” Ebuka’s words tumbled out in a panicked ramble, but Chukwuma had already stopped listening. The revelation that Father Christmas wasn’t real hit him like a ton of bricks, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Ebuka noticed the tears and, in his panic, tried to toughen his little brother up. “Mumu, if you don’t stop crying, I will conk your head and give you a reason to cry.”

But Chukwuma just glared at him, a mixture of betrayal and anger flashing across his young face. Before Ebuka could process this, they both heard a noise from the stairs. The sound jolted Ebuka, who was already in a paranoid state. He quickly looked around for a weapon. “Don’t move from here,” he ordered Chukwuma.

Meanwhile, outside, Ọ̀gbeni and Atutu were sneaking around the house, trying to locate Oyinbo. The two men had tripped in the dark, and Ọ̀gbeni was getting increasingly frustrated. “Be careful! If everybody wakes up, this will be hard.”

They heard a noise from the backyard—sticks falling—and froze. “What is that?” Atutu whispered.

“How am I supposed to know?” Ọ̀gbeni snapped, heading toward the noise.

Inside, Ebuka, his nerves frayed, gripped a strong stick and made his way around the building, leaving Chukwuma where he stood. He prayed silently, “Holy shit! God, please don’t let anybody wake up.”

As Atutu and Ọ̀gbeni reached the backyard, they found a scared Chukwuma standing still. Without hesitation, Ọ̀gbeni pointed his gun at him. “Where is Oyinbo?” he demanded, his voice rough and menacing.

“Oyinbo?” Chukwuma stammered, confused. The name took a moment to register.

“I will shoot you…” Ọ̀gbeni threatened.

Chukwuma’s fear spiked, and he quickly blurted out, “He is inside the small house.”

“Is any police there?” Ọ̀gbeni asked.

“No,” Chukwuma replied, his eyes wide, staring at the gun. He knew what guns were for, but a part of him still doubted if it was real. Despite his fear, his mind raced, trying to figure out a way to save himself.

Satisfied for the moment, Ọ̀gbeni hoisted Chukwuma over his shoulder, carrying him into the storehouse where Oyinbo was held. Atutu stayed outside, keeping watch.

Inside, Oyinbo’s eyes lit up when he saw Ọ̀gbeni, thinking he was about to be rescued. Relief washed over him, but it quickly turned to terror as Ọ̀gbeni pointed the gun at him. “Mumu, see your life. The pikin we send you to kidnap, na them con kidnap you. You are worthless, you don’t deserve to live.”

Chukwuma, watching this unfold, knew he had to act. Even if Father Christmas wasn’t real, this man—Oyinbo—was, and now he was about to be killed.

As Ọ̀gbeni steadied his aim and prepared to pull the trigger, Chukwuma did the only thing he could think of in that split second: he released a loud, foul-smelling fart right in Ọ̀gbeni’s face. The unexpected and rancid gas hit Ọ̀gbeni directly in the nose, causing him to jerk his head back in disgust and fire the gun off-target. The bullet grazed Oyinbo’s face, taking a thin strip of skin off the topmost layer, but narrowly missing anything more vital.

Oyinbo screamed in pain, but the sound was muffled by his bindings. The room filled with tension as Chukwuma stared in shock at what he had just done, and Ọ̀gbeni, choking on the stench, glared at the boy with murderous intent.

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Kidnapping Father Christmas: Chapter 10

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2nd January 2019

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Atutu and Ọ̀gbeni continued to surveil the area around Chukwuma’s house, desperate to locate Oyinbo. They had been asking around, questioning roadside shop attendants if they had seen Father Christmas. Finally, a shopkeeper gave them the information they needed, pointing them to the house where Chukwuma and his friends had been seen leading a dazed and confused Father Christmas.

However, the story they pieced together from the locals was baffling. They couldn’t understand why Oyinbo, supposedly a grown man on a mission, would willingly follow a group of children, or why he was seen running with them like a child himself. Deciding they needed more clarity, they opted to stake out the house.

Atutu, exhausted from the day’s heat and lack of proper sustenance, began to nod off. Ọ̀gbeni, more determined, smacked the back of his head. “No sleep!”

“Make we just go. Hin don eff up. Make we go,” Atutu grumbled, frustration and fatigue getting the better of him. They had been out in the sun all day, and even now, as the sky turned shades of orange with the setting sun, their only sustenance had been a single sachet of water each.

“Mumu,” Ọ̀gbeni hissed, glaring at him. “E be like say you no know say Oyinbo na idiot. If they ask him about us, just one slap and he go talk our history for them.”

“What should we do now?” Atutu asked, now more alert but still wary.

“Let’s watch,” Ọ̀gbeni replied, his voice low and calculated. “One of the children go come out. By night, we go sneak inside, free him or kill him—anyone wey easy pass.”

“Make we waste am. Hin mama no go miss am,” Atutu muttered, yawning again. They fell into silence, keeping their eyes trained on the house as night slowly crept in. Ọ̀gbeni’s hand moved to his pocket, fingers brushing against the cold metal of his gun, preparing for the worst.

Their quiet vigil was interrupted when a police car pulled up in front of Chukwuma’s house. The sight sent a shiver down Ọ̀gbeni’s spine. The police presence seemed to confirm their growing suspicion that Oyinbo was being held and tortured by the authorities, lured into a trap with the children as bait.

They watched, holding their breath, as the policeman entered the house. Moments later, a group of children emerged, waving him off. One of the boys got into the police car, and it drove away. The remaining children whispered among themselves before two of them left, waving goodbye as they headed home.

“We have to kill Oyinbo this night before he kobalizes us,” Ọ̀gbeni said, his voice laced with grim determination.

Meanwhile…

Inside the house, Chukwuma and his brother, Ebuka, were finally alone. Chukwuma’s excitement was palpable as he led his older brother through the house.

“Brother Ebuka, I HAVE A SURPRISE FOR YOU!!” Chukwuma exclaimed, barely able to contain himself.

Ebuka, though intrigued, was also wary. “What?” he asked, sensing something off about his little brother’s excitement.

“Follow me,” Chukwuma said, peeking into the sitting room to make sure the coast was clear before signalling with his torchlight for Ebuka to follow.

“Oya now, are you ready?” Chukwuma asked, his grin widening as he opened the door to the abandoned storehouse.

Ebuka stepped inside, expecting perhaps a new toy or a prank. Instead, the torchlight illuminated the scene before him—a tied-up, lips-sealed, badly bruised Father Christmas.

“1, 2, 3, 4, 5… HOLY FREAKING SHIT! JESUS! WHAT THA! OH MY GOD! THIS BOY HAS KILLED ME!” Ebuka whisper-screamed, his voice trembling with disbelief and horror.

“Shh, they will catch us,” Chukwuma warned, his tone serious, not fully grasping the gravity of what they had done.

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Kidnapping Father Christmas: Chapter 9

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2nd January 2019

Kidnapping Father Christmas: Chapter 9 – Nigerian Christmas Story, Funny, Kidnap Santa Clause, Adventure, Children and Mischief, Free Web Novel, Fabling, Pam

Mama Oyinbo, still brushing her teeth, walked to the edge of the pavement, noticing the two men sleeping on the ground. Without hesitation, she kicked them awake.

“Atutu, Ọ̀gbeni, wetin happen? Why you no sleep for house?” she asked, watching as the two men scrambled to their feet, clearly disoriented.

“Oyinbo no show?” Atutu asked, glancing at Ọ̀gbeni, who looked equally puzzled.

“That my useless son no come house,” Mama Oyinbo replied, shaking her head in frustration. “Maybe he don go drink forget himself for gutter again.”

Just then, her phone rang. She unwrapped it from her wrapper and answered.

“Hello, Oyinbo?” she began, then her face twisted in confusion. “MOTHER CHRISTMAS?” she echoed, raising an eyebrow.

“Who is it?” Ọ̀gbeni asked, trying to glean some information.

Mama Oyinbo shrugged, signalling she had no clue. “Who are you?” she asked the caller, then fell silent, her mouth agape as she listened. When the call abruptly ended, she stood there, still stunned.

“Wetin happen?” Atutu pressed, concerned.

“I no know oh,” Mama Oyinbo replied, still trying to process the bizarre call. “Some kin pikins dem call me, begin tell me say them don kidnap Father Christmas. Say make I send them one country, one kingdom, 50 gazillion dollars, ten crowns, one big boat, one limousine, three servants, one aeroplane, one helicopter, one private jet, one Lamborghini, 20 mansion… I no even remember everything. Them talk say them go kill Father Christmas if I no send them all these things. I for say na wrong number, but them use Oyinbo number call.” She shook her head, tucking the phone back into her wrapper as she returned to brushing her teeth, unfazed by the absurdity of it all.

“Wait, she talk Father Christmas?” Atutu and Ọ̀gbeni exchanged awestruck glances.

“Abeg, Mama Oyinbo, pass us your phone make we call Oyinbo,” Ọ̀gbeni requested, reaching out.

Mama Oyinbo stretched out her hand, palm up. “Owo credit, or na my money you wan use call that useless son?”

Grudgingly, Ọ̀gbeni handed her a 100 Naira note, and she handed over the phone.

Ọ̀gbeni quickly redialed the last number. “Hello, who be this?” His tone quickly shifted to anger. “You dey craze? You know who you dey talk to?”

Meanwhile…

Chukwuma had the phone on speaker, and hearing Ọ̀gbeni’s voice, he scoffed. “You dey craze? See this mumu wey dey ask me if I know who him be?”

“Osas, slap Father Christmas again,” Chukwuma ordered, his voice dripping with authority.

Osas moved without hesitation, delivering another slap. Oyinbo, panicking, shouted, “Ọ̀gbeni, abeg no vex them! Them go kill me for here!” But it was too late; Osas had already slapped him, and he began crying once more.

“Where we go drop everything wey you talk say you want?” Ọ̀gbeni asked, his tone more cautious now.

“Drop it at our school or at our house. You know where we live, abi? Father Christmas knows where everybody lives,” Chukwuma replied coolly, then ended the call.

Turning to Bayo, Chukwuma asked, “When is your daddy coming to pick you?”

“He said he will come from work,” Bayo replied.

“So we still have time. Oya, tie his mouth back. Let’s go inside; my mummy is cooking rice and chicken,” Chukwuma said, his demeanour taking on the calm authority of a gang leader.

Bayo obediently tied Oyinbo’s mouth, while Osas stood nearby, stick in hand, ready for any further instructions.

“Your father is a policeman, abi?” Otomokpo asked, eyeing Bayo.

“My father is not just a policeman, he is a Grade 11 Superintendent of Police,” Bayo bragged, puffing out his chest with pride.

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Kidnapping Father Christmas: Chapter 8

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2nd January 2019