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Kidnapping Father Christmas: Chapter...

“Oyinbo!” The voice of a short, stout woman sliced through the morning air, erupting from a tiny roadside bungalow in the grittiest part of Isheri. Clad in a worn wrapper, she stormed out onto the narrow, dusty street. “How many times have I told you to stop using my water? USELESS man!”

Kidnapping Father Christmas: Chapter...

Ebuka's laughter faded, replaced by a conspiratorial whisper as he leaned in closer to his younger brother. "You see, Chukwuma," he began, his tone serious despite the gleam in his eyes

The Seven Years Girlfriend

Hi, my name is Pamela and this is the story of my friend. Pamela, let’s call her that. This happened a year ago. See, my friend Pamela had been dating this guy, Bob, let’s call him that.

What’s The Use?

Ms Akintobi sneaked into her son’s room. She felt like she had lost touch with him and she needed to know what was going on in his life to assure herself that she was still a good mother.

The Six Years Plan

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,

Ntuoku: After The Rain

Five years had passed since Ada left her hometown for the city to study Mass Communication at the University of Nsuka. She remembered how she and her

The Life and Times...

The pelting of rain over his room filled his mind as it faded. His arms lay lifeless by his side, numb, he was lying on his bed but he felt like he was floating. This is how it ends.

The Night He Won

A sequel to the Night he lost Chidi’s gaze was fixed on the Bet9ja match lineup on his computer screen, his heart racing with anticipation. Today felt like it might be his turning point.

The Night He Lost

Chidi's gaze swept over the match line-up board, his pen and jotter clutched tightly in hand. “Today’s the day,” he mused, anticipation crackling in the air.

A Funny Weekend For...

Jadé hurriedly tied his shoelaces, bolted for the door, and called out, “Mummy, I’ve gone!” just as the door slammed shut behind him. He knew his mother well—

The Stalker

“Bro, I’m telling you, someone’s always swiping my clothes,” Malik said as he walked his friend Dede out of the apartment. “Just yesterday, I hung my boxers to dry, barely turned around, and poof, they were gone.”

Lightning Strikes Once (again)

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

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