Revenge

Ndi be anyi, onye sị nwantakịrị jide nkakwụ, Ya dobekwara ya mmiri ọ ga-eji wee kwụa aka. Our people, He that asks a child to hold a rat, must prepare water that he will wash his hands with Ọkwazi ihe jọgbulu onwe ya, Na mmadụ ga-afụ oke luulu onye Ọzọ, O welu ya je nye onye ọ sị na ya furụ n’anya. It is also a disastrous thing for the owner, that somebody will see the thing that belongs to someone else, take it, then give it to the person he claims to love Onye ahụ ga-emechakwanu lota na efi e wero ọdụdụ chi ya na-achụlụ ya ijiji. That person will later remember that a cow without a tail, its god chases away flies for it.

After I left the hospital I received a call from Bola reminding me that I had promised to spend a night at his place. Personally because some part of me I did not know was missing him, plus I did not feel like sleeping in my room alone since I had slept in peacefully while my best friend was wherever she was suffering

"I never left you for Bimbo," I said in confusion almost losing my motherly voice of concern "Where we ever friends?" "Yes, you used to follow me everywhere, we used to do things together" She said looking straight into my eyes and it made me

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,

"Check this out," I said to Bolaji as I made myself a healthy sandwich of mayonnaise, sardine, and lettuce, I probably added corned beef to it, I cannot remember but it was healthy according to me. He turned to face me from the television "Mr. Okon recently booked a room in the Emirates hotel

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

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.

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.

One day while working on his farm, a beautiful woman (Adanma) with her daughter (Egodi) walked up to him to ask if he could accommodate them for a while since they were from a far away land

I could feel his life slowly slipping out of my hands. This was what I wanted, so why did I feel numb? I had been chasing Ade for the last six years, six years of boiling rage,

She clung to him, desperate for her warmth and tears to anchor him back to life. His body, cold and lifeless, lay against hers, and she couldn't bear the thought of him slipping away

Agnes smiled—a smile that once stirred something deep within him, but now it felt like a twisted, mocking grin. Her lips curled slightly, revealing just a glimpse of teeth.

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the village as women made their way home from the bustling market and farmers trudged back from their fields.