To Mmachi, the grass-smeared ground smelled of dryness, rusty and hate. Earlier, she felt the surge to avoid the secluded path. But needed to get fastly to Obiora, her boyfriend, who texted her that his parents were out for a conference outside the campus — Mmam, parents out. Who want some smooch?— a smile eluded her after she read the tersed text, her parents were out too. The fast was empty. Moments with Obiora, to her, were mysteries. She learnt, explore and practise things she never imagined. Last time, he had given her a huge cucumber, she stared and wondered what the green thing was for, until he asked her to imagine the cucumber as his thing and, asked her to suck it— she had laughed herself out— after, she told him, she would rather eat his thing than eat the cucumber. And she did, then spent the day spitting into his sink in the bathroom. Days later, she did them with ease, without feeling nauseated afterwards.

She never liked the quiet, narrow road hemmed by unpainted buildings and bushes. Nor liked the three strange boys walking close, behind her. Obiora had told her not to use the empty path. Now, she wished she listened. She instinctively, began to walk fast. To walk her plight out. But the boys were faster, they were stronger. Her arms and feet hurt from the taut grasped of the hands on them. She wanted to shout, but couldn’t find the energy. Her mouth was gag. Her dress raised to her stomach. Her back hurt from the scratchy grasses. Her eyes were close, because of over closed, because of interminable gush of tears. She needed to open them, to see the monstrous faces, the devils. They were tight, and when she struggled to open them. They met something firm, strong and hard. It was the first boy. He had a smirk, and rubbed himself with his saliva. Then, he hit. It appeared blocked. And he smiled at the two hurting her hands. “She is pure.” —she thought, yes I am pure. Do not do it. Let me go— she thought about Obiora, if it was wise to think about him in a horrible scenario like this. But he has asked for it countless times. They had done just touches and kisses. It was something she kept for until marriage— then another hit. It was the second boy. His hips was moving slowly. And in sluice of mintues, he was down. She wished the last boy would say no. That their act was wrong. The way he stared at her. At her exhausted face. She was sure he would not do it. She could see the sympathy lurked in his eyes. But she was wrong. He was crass. He fumbled swiftly on his trousers and pulled them down. He has an erection even before she could remember. She stared at him. But he looked away, went between her legs and moved his dark buttocks. She looked him, and hate the other two but hate him most. He was the longest. She didn’t know how long. She slept. Then, heard some snores. And wondered if they slept with her. She woke up and saw Obiora at her side. Snoring. She was on his bed. Mystified. She tapped him.
“Did we do it? She asked, staring at her leg.

Half awake. Obiora said. “Yes. We did. You were sweet.”



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Nkem felt a great excitement when she saw Pascal, the course representative walking into the large class, with printed papers in his hands. He had an eerie smile, with his smug gait, and exaggerated demeanour of someone who deeply love his position.

The class was noisy; Babbling voices, shouts and incessant shutters of cameras from nudely dressed girls with wild make ups and blinding eyelashes. Some pouting to the camera, while some plucked their pinky tongues out.

“Silence please.” Pascal shouted. He stood in front of the class and looked down the pile of seats. “Please listen class.” He adjusted his eyeglasses. “I just got the score list of the last test from the Communication in English lecturer.” He paused. “I will paste the list on the wall.” He pointed to the white board. “And I have another list with me. If your name appears on this list then you should know you failed the test. And should see Mr. Okeoma at his office.”

Nkem nudged charlse, who sat on her desk listening.

“Did you write well?” She asked him.

“What?” Charlse turned to Nkem.

“The test. Did you write well?”

“Yea. I did my best.” He heaved his shoulder up and down. “I am not expecting an A, but surely not a fail.”

Nkem smiled. She knew he would get an A and so herself. She did prepared well for the test last week. Then, found the essay writing less complex when she got into the hall.

“I do not need to ask if you did well.” Charlse said. “Obviously, you going to smach.”

Nkem stifled smiles. “Lets go and see the list. He just pasted it.”

“Sure.” Charlse stood up. “You lead the way.” He gave a mock smile. “You know I am a gentleman.”

People clustered around the white board. Some peeking over the shoulders of the people closer to the list. A few persons stretching their smartphones to take a shot of the list.

“Did you see your name?” Nkem asked charlse. She nudged back to a girl who pushed her.

“No. I haven’t.”

“Can you get closer? You can check for my name also.”

“Alright.” Charlse said, then began pushing his way closer to the list.

“I will wait in my seat.” She said, at his back. He didn’t reply. He didn’t hear her. The noise has increased. People laughing heartly to the list, some moulded their faces into a bitter faeces.

“Do not worry, Maya. You can do well in the exam.” A boy said to a girl with her palms over her face.

“I had an F in the course last semester.” She cried. “How do I explain having a carry over again.”

Nkem looked at the weeping girl. She shaked her head and prevented herself from having sympathy for her. “At least, her night clubbing would halt.” She thought.

After some mintues, Charlse walked to her seat. “Nkem, I couldn’t find your name on the list.”

“Why?” She looked bewildered.

Charlse said nothing.

“But I wrote the test. I did.”

“I do not know. Maybe you should go and see Mr. Okeoma.”

Nkem kept quiet.

“You should go.” Charlse said. “Before people crowd his office.”

“Alright.”

“I should come with you?”

“I will be fine.” She left.

Mr. Okeoma’s office was a large room with antique furnitures; a sofa, a colossal table with papers, a computer and bottle of water on it. Trophies, medals, wooden awards and a large photo of him in a graduation gown hanging on the walls.

He closed a book at his front and lowered his tiny eyeglasses when Nkem pulled his door and walked inside.

“Good day, sir.” Nkem greeted. She held her hands at her back.

“You are Nkem?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I am impressed with your essay. You did exceptionally well.”

“Thank you, sir.”

She felt uncomfortable with the words. Her excellence could not be the reason why he omitted her name on the list. And besides she was not the only person who did well in the test. Charlse got an A, and couple of other girls also. She thought.

“Have a seat.” Mr. Okeoma startled her thought.

“Sir?”

“I said have a seat.” He pointed to the seat opposite him. “Sit.”

Nkem walked to the seat. She glanced at him. He was looking at his computer.

“I omitted your name because I wanted to see the good writer in my class.” He stood up, walking round his table to Nkem.” How come I didn’t notice you in my class all long?”

“I have always been in your class sir.” Nkem said.

“Quite factual.” He smiled. “Your essay proved that.” He stood behind her and held her shoulders. And in slowly swift move pushed his hands into her half buckled shirt, into her bra and squeezed her breasts.

Nkem felt surprised. She gently pulled Mr. Okeoma’s hands out of her breasts. She silently stood up and locked her shirt. She looked at him.

“I will give you an A in my course if you let me.”

“Sir, I think I should leave.”

“You wish to leave?” He walked back to his table. He sat down and picked his book up.

“Yes, sir.”

“I can keep you here.” Mr. Okeoma said, without taking his eyes off the page of his book. ” Do not make me to do such. You’re such a beautiful girl.”

Nkem was silent. She stood static and pondered on the old man before her, talking leery to her. She felt like crying.

“Go to your class. Tomorrow, I will send you a message where you are going to meet me.” He gestured to the door. “Go.”

Nkem turned to the door. She grasped the door handle and felt her hand shaking. She walked outside and closed the door. She stood staring at the door.

She got to the class and found charlse at her seat. She picked her bag in silence.

“Did he find your sheet?” Charlse asked.

Nkem halted. She stared at the open windows. The air penetrating through them tasted sour. “Yes. He found my sheet.” She said, turned and left the class.

At 9am the next day, Nkem had bathed and was wearing her cloth for classes when her phone chimed. She picked it from the bed, flipped open the locked screen and stared at the message from an unknown number. “Trinity hotels. Room 89. 10am. Do not risk your chance of graduation, my good writer.”


Story source: http://charlesdonaldfreeman.com.ng/what-i-gave-for-been-a-good-writer/

years Jude have being working with TC Haulage company as a goods loader. He has been in charge for loading goods into the conveying trucks untill one day his boss decided to elevate his position by making him one of the truck drivers.

Jude had a wife and two lovely kids, who are always eager to see him once in a while since they scarcely see him base on the nature of his job. he spent most of his weeks and months running on the Lagos – Benin express road. Every time and every day his family never sieze from praying for his safety, especially after hearing all this mishaps that happens everyday on our road.
No matter how one pray the devil, like they say would always want to play a fast one, one of the most fearful events happened to Jude on one occasion where he was hauling some electronics from Lagos to porthacourt, on getting to ijebu ode toll gate, he decided to stop and come down to check his vehicle and to avoid any unusual damage. While he was doing this, a man who was putting on police uniform came to him and ask him to lye down flat.

Jude was busy asking what his crime is when the man call out four other of his gang members who came and tied Jude down and collected the keys to the truck, that was when it became clear to him that the man aren’t a police officer but a criminal

The man commanded that Jude be taking into the bush and be killed or drugged
They took Jude into the bush with his hands tied, and then they brought out a pill and ask him to swallow. Jude who sensed that the pill might be dangerous, slides his mouth the other way round and stylishly throw out the pill.

They forced water into his mouth with the notion that it will make the pill settle down without knowing that Jude already has spit the pill out.
Jude afterwards over heard them talking to themselves;
Leave him let’s go, he would sleep off or probably die

Let’s go and discharge the truck before any mistakes will erupt

At this Point, all Jude can visualize is his wife’s prayers, off course this is usually the time his wife would stand up and pray for his protection and survival. It’s 12.30am already and he saw miracle coming.

Not long enough, he could notice no one was there with him, so he tried his best to loosen the ropes he was tied with, this gave him a lot of injury but this is not the case now, life first. He jumped out of the bush naked and found out that his truck was just moved some few distance from the former spot. Jude who was naked ran to the truck but on a second thought he said to himself ” what if these people are still there? Maybe they are discharging the goods out of the truck ” but on a second thought he said “let me go, if I die then I die, these are people’s goods and money”

When he got there he saw no one, he quickly jumped into the truck, starts it and moved. To his greatest surprise, no one stopped him or do anything till he got to ORE where he sourced out for a short. All this while he never knew he was naked.

Jude couldn’t believe he’s safe
what was really the reason of the hoodlums not carrying the truck or discharging it?, even, why didn’t they just shoot me dead since they had a gun?

Jude moved on and as soon as he got to his destination, porthacourt, he called his wife and said to her “I was saved today, I do not know why but I need an answer from you and your prayers” and the wife answered “GOD”

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Dennis sells Newspaper, he is the eldest of two other siblings of his, Moses and Hannah, with his suicidal and drunk of a mother, Ms. Eunice. Ms.Briget is a married woman to a selfish man, Hillary, and she also forsake her worst enemy–her step-mother, Ms.Cecilia, who also has a daughter, Nancy. Soon enough,Bridget stops by with her car to get a Newspaper from ,Dennis, as she admires how humble he is and as this continues she leaves changes from the Newspaper more than the amount she buys until things spiked into a relationship between them after which she had seduced him into it.
Bridget is terminally ill and she is left with few more days to live and before then, she filed for divorce against , Hillary, and got married to ,Dennis, before the divorce procedures ended and also in other to spite, Hillary and Ms. Cecilia, that are after the wealth her late father left for her.

Ms.Eunice went missing few day to when Bridget kicked the bucket and every of her property in the will was passed on to, Dennis, and this angers Hillary and Ms.Cecilia after which he brings in his siblings to stay with him in their new home–while he informs the police to carry out a search on his missing mother.

Ms. Cecilia notices the sparks in Dennis’ eyes towards ,Nancy, since they moved in and then she lures the daughter to try seduce him and so that after they get married, she can divorce him and have atleast part of the wealth if not all. Days later, Hillary, seem to have found, Ms.Eunice, during his own private search before the police does and locks her up in place no one knows of Dennis still very worried of his mother and his siblings vexed that he is to marry his obvious enemy daughter. And he promises them he has everything under control and truly it is. Just when it is to pronounce ,Nancy and Dennis, man and wife, he ask that his wife signs a pre-nup agreement first and this angers ,Ms.Cecilia, and she urges the daughter to decline saying YES to the priest for the matrimony to be cancelled but then it’s too late since she isn’t working not just according to the mothers plan but because she has fallen deeply inlove with ,Dennis, and she said YES to marrying him at the altar.

Ms.Cecilia sees the daughter as a traitor and since she know that she and ,Hillary, has one enemy in common, they sided with each other against ,Dennis, and his supporters. Hillary and Ms.Cecilia soon plan ahead, as they planted Trammadol and codeine in the properties of ,Dennis’ siblings and called the police on them after which they got arrested following the accusation of Ms.Cecilia, that they are drug addicts. Dennis is left restless and ready to go pay his siblings fine to get bail until he gets a call to pay an amount of money worth his whole fortune for the release of his mother by some supposed kidnappers in cahoot with, Hillary.
Dennis is put in a situation and his only help was, Nancy. Nancy reveals that her mother and Hillary are involved and this Dennis doesn’t doubt at all.

Dennis and Nancy plan every of their move with the police after the release of his siblings from the police station.

Finally, Hillary’s phone has being tapped and a recorded video of he and Ms.Briget that seem incriminating and related to Ms.Eunice was taken by Nancy and this is immediately reported to the police.

Enough evidence in hands of the police to arrest Hillary and Ms.Eunice with a warrant.
Hillary and Ms.Eunice after severe torture finally talked the location of where they are holding Dennis mother captive.

The police sent a rescue team and there was a gun confrontation with the kidnappers and Ms.Eunice is rescued.

And later on justice is served while Ms.Bridget and Hillary are to die by firing squad.

Dennis and his family all lived happily at the end.



Story source: http://charlesdonaldfreeman.com.ng/dennis-fate/

GOODS.

The night before Ifenna vomited blood and died, mama had whispered to me. "Their family is cursed." She sighed. "Nneka, their elder sister had contacted HIV from a rich Hausa man in Kano and died after few months. Obioma, their eldest brother, had gone to steal a cooking stove from a house. He got caught and was burnt at the middle of the main road." She paused. "I heard their grandfather used a virgin to do bad medicine. The children are now suffering the consequences. Tufiakwa!"

Mama is good at telling stupefying stories, especially about our neighbours.

Last night, she told me about Mr Ike. We had finished eating jollof rice made with fresh tomatoes and gathered at the veranda when mama began. "Do you people know? Our neighbour, Mr Ike cheats on his blind wife. He brings in the woman into their room and sleep with her on the floor while the wife lies on the bed." She made a sound with her thumb crushing the middle finger. "I pray his penis falls off one day. Wicked man."

"And he is even a pastor in their church." Papa added.

Papa has the habit of authentifying Mama's exaggerated stories. Mama would always reciprocate by backing him when his own stories bore the night. "I heard the woman he slept with is the senior pastor's wife." Papa added again.

Mama clapped her hands in excitement. "Okwa nu ofula. Hope you people have seen it. Bad bad Christians in the church." She turned to me.

" When are you even bringing us a man. Gbo?"

(Mama do not change the subject please!)

I knew where she was about headed. Pressuring me about marriage was a routine way of ending our night. Mama believe I am over ripped for marriage when I am just twenty five.

"I do not need a man yet. Biko."

"So you want to end up like sister Maggie our next door neighbour?"

"Mama!" I said. "Leave the poor woman alone."

"Biko hapum. Leave me. Am I the one who told her to be selecting men when she was young? Now her body has become like a man and she is running about in churches."

Letting another word out of my mouth was extending the fight. And I would lose like the night before and the one before it. I picked my book, torch light and bid the two old people goodnight.

I got into my room, stood by the door and eavesdropped on mama telling Papa. "Do not worry. We will pick a man for her before she is off market."

I guffawed and called myself 'goods' then fell on bed and slept.

Story source: http://charlesdonaldfreeman.com.ng/goods/

She is in her room; right in front of the standing mirror, dressed and wearing a make up. After wearing a cologne that’s enticing too, she receives a phone call. Her fiance is outside in his car waiting, she rushed things up, then she was with him in his car.

They drove to a destination quite romantic, few people were there, lovers actually. They were at their table and an attendant came to attend to their needs.

He stares at her and says he is lucky to have her.
She smiles.

Then he brings out a Rose packed in a designed little box, it smelled beautiful just like her. He opened it and reach out the Rose to her, she held it and there was a little cut in her palm afterwards,
Tensed,
Both of them
Blood dripped.

He used a little towel to help clean it up, it gushes it out the more. Then the blood became more redder than normal, then it turned pink.
Yellow,
Brown,
Black.

They became scared.
As it continues to change color, then it settled for Purple. Awkward, she cries out.
What’s happening to her?
Eyes were focused at them.
He then suggested that they get to the hospital, Just when he stood up, she fainted.

Same thing started happening everywhere. Every person holding a Rose for more than 15seconds1, Male or female gets worked up by the same process and could as well infect anybody close to them. And the penalty for this infection is death after three hours.

This Valentine seems to be cursed, He helped to wake her up. Then he got infected too and fainted.

The attendant who cleaned their table had also touched the Rose, She had fainted in the kitchen.
Someone helped her out and also got infected.
It began to spread like the whirlwind and wildfire.
Nobody knows the cause of what is happening.
The environment begins to panic.

Valentine had brought a pandemic upon them. Pandemonium all around the city. Social media is ablaze, Videos of it on Instagram, Retweets of it on Twitter, Trending the most on face book and on the medical facilities, Medical practitioners are afraid to carry out research’s.

Nobody wants to be infected, Hospitals are closed down, the street is getting to be filled up with dead bodies, the beach as well, Shop rites, Tantalize, Fun park, Sport centers, Cinemas, Church, Mosques, Nowhere is a safe Harbour, Even those behind closed doors gets them infected.

More like airbounre disease, Outrageous and disastrous.

He had woke up from his faint and to his surprise, Everywhere seemed impossible, His girl is far away.

Could it be end time, He thought. Millions of phone calls and text.

He got to his car, Felt weak to drive then he managed. Upon driving and listening to the radio.
While trying to maneovre his car from stomping on dead bodies, The OAP talked about the infection killing after three hours. He stepped on his brake and the tyre screeches.
What!
Out of fear, he spoke
He has just two hours left before he dies. What’s going to happen? He is a fighter and must survive this, Just like the time of the old.

He considers himself a hero, His sister had been murdered on Valentines day Last year.

Her boyfriend was responsible but he did a good job torturing him. He made him feel haunted while he was in the lurk. He pasted photos of his late sister on his car wind screen, Painting his car red and leaving a note always stating “Murderer”.
Going over to his residence and doing same secretly. Hacking his account and tarnishing his image and reputation. He did everything possible to ruin him, Till he could gather enough evidence and send him to jail.

His sister found out her boyfriend had another lover On valentine’s day, He had bought A Rose by the road side and they drove to a destination, She was happy an glad

Her man loves her, She never knew It was not for her. She had being a second fiddle to get someone out of his head. She was to be ridiculed at the rendezvous. They joined an elegant lady at a table. After some moment, She happened to know she was a third wheel.
Never to cause a commotion then she comported herself.

Hell only break loose the moment her supposed boyfriend gave his true love The rose they had bought before getting they. She felt traumatized and Walked out in anger. She couldn’t control the flow of tears, Her boyfriend followed her
She knew how to drive.
She was with his car key
She drove some length to a deserted area.
He pursued her there with a bicycle he could find hanging around.
Out of vexation they exchanged heated words and he hit her, She fought back and he jacked her up and slammed her to the ground, She passed out.

He Didn’t care, he puts the bicycle in his car and drove off.
While she was in pain, blood spilt from her head and an elderly woman, Extremely old, happened to pass by selling Purples Hibiscus flowers. She shaked her head, Called her my child “l know what you want, spill it out” Tears made her eyes shiny in death.



Then she cursed.
“Valentine needs no Roses”—For every Valentine after my death, Roses shall be a curse upon lovers and all shall be infected by whatever doom it brings them within a space of three hours”
The old lady smiled.
Then she smiled back in death.
Their only remedy and solution would be a garden of “Purple hibiscus”
Damn!
The old lady vanishes into the thin air .
She calls her brother and passed away.



Back to his senses now,
He gets the whole message, What the city needs is Purples Hibiscus garden to survive every Valentine.
How is he going to find one? Purples Hibiscus garden are rare. He needs to spread the message.
The street is dry, Nobody is nowhere and the curse have taken half the city. He reaches out to a friend who is a media strategist but his friend wouldn’t allow him in because of the fear of getting infected.

He pleaded that he had a solution and he needs his help to get it known to the public.
Interested!
His friend seem like it he open the door of his home for him, He too got infected and fainted, Woke up after awhile and one hour was left for him as he explained to his friend.

His friend used his media connection to tell what could be then possible solution and another trend for survivors began On social media #FindAHibiscusGarden.
It spread like the wind. Some doubted the solution, Others gave up and some strived to survive.

What a valentine.
Finally it was announced. A very large garden of Hibiscus has been found.
He gave up as well, The distance to get there is killing. His friend gave him a pep talk that he must survive.

They got in his car and above the speed limit he drove.
It’s either they die by accident or the curse
Planes were in the sky, Helicopters, Ship on sea and all things for transportation was used.
All roads lead to the “Purples Hibiscus Garden”.
Some died on the way, Other involved in accidents and all.
Finally they got there, An old lady owned the garden. The serenity was calm with people looking distraughted.

After a while people who were three hours to dying didn’t die, glad they made it.
Then he searched for his girl, lucky he found her.
They were in tears, twinkles in their eyes
Then he plucked a Purples Hibiscus and gave it to her. His love for her this Valentine doesn’t need a red Rose.
They kissed.

Source: http://charlesdonaldfreeman.com.ng/valentine-needs-no-roses/

Lil sane has just being signed to one of the best record label in Nigeria after releasing a
cover of one of the best single hit by another artist in that same label which had millions of views on youtube and gathered him more followers on every of his social media account.

Lil sane is an upcoming artist and after his signing, he already had lot of projects put
together featuring numerous artist in his upcoming album named”Sanity” having 17
tracks ready to be released soon to the public in an official date via his instagram.

Lil sane is having the best time of his life enjoying the fame and luxury and now he has released his album and some video while getting prepared to embark on a tour as part of the deal he signed with his label but before then he wants a concert in Nigeria.

Lil sane was literally everywhere, he was interviewed on Tv and Radio, Magazines and Newspapers and his picture was on every
billaboards and posters. He was the ideal guy picture for every product to even market well.
The concert is almost near and Lil sane who is getting prepared is bothered of one major problem, Jik, a person he sees as a “frenemy” that has being jealous of his achievement so far.
Jik is pained that he doesn’t have a talent that even if he doesn’t have a talent, he atleast have an ace up his sleeve that would make him wealthy, that’s if Lil sane complies.

Jik wants 35% out of the 70% royalty Lil sane gets from his record label, make him a
superstar by convincing his label that he is a good singer too, write songs for him and embark on his coming tour with him or else
he reveals a video of him raping an older woman to death.

Lil sane sees this as a threat to ruining his career and wondered why Jik never ever deleted the video even when they just did that for fun. “Did he really kept the video because he knew this moment would happen someday?” Lil sane ask himself.

Lil sane would not allow this to happen and then he quickly orchestrates the murder of
Jik.

Jik whom before he was murdered already let out the secret to his sister,Helen, who seem to be a fan of Lil sane but not anymore.
Helen goes over and blackmails Lil sane to pay her half a billion and then sleeps with her or else his beautiful concert will be ruined by the bombshell she will drop.

Lil sane goes nut and says he can only offer her his body for now but not money since alot is being invested in his coming concert
and then he promises to give her the amount she request after the tour and his concert.
Helen doesn’t believe him and she refuses to sleep with him because she fear she could be murdered too. She makes him to understand that his life is in her hand.

The big concert is here already and there are plenty of people present, his ticket was sold out to 50,000 persons. Lilsane is on stage already performing with other artist to the crowd.
While Helen is on the run because Lil sane sent some guyz over to eliminate her in which she escapes, got furious and uploaded the video of Lil sane raping an older woman to death followed with a video of she accusing him of the brothers death because he knew the truth.

Right in his concert, the video went viral and suddenly the jubilating crowd turned from
“sugar lips” to “sour mouth”. Lil sane gets a picture of all that is happening and flees the
environment.

Lil sane soon forgets that there is no place to hide since he is practically everywhere.
The talk of the town for a very bad reason and his career dwindling down to the dust.

Lil sane is becoming literally insane and depressed as the police continue to hunt for him and the media all negative about him.

Every billaboard and posters and everything having his picture mysteriously have “wanted” attached to it.
Lil sane finally gives up and turned himself in to the police and he was arrested and to be
locked up for 27 years.

His tour was finally cancelled but his album did great, while his account grew fatter as he continue to rot in cell.

Lil sane was given a presidential pardon years later before his sentence was complete and the paparrazi took note of this.
Lil sane changes his stage name to “Strong alive” and now he believes that fame came with a price and that no crime must go unpunished and he served his but now he has to rise again.

Source: http://charlesdonaldfreeman.com.ng/success-fame-and-price/

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Kemi knew Femi, her late mother has come: Strong perfume she usually wore filled the room with its fragrance. Her firm footsteps resounded in echoes.

"Welcome mom." She said to the air, letting her bag fell on the bed. "I just returned from classes."

Her mother raised her eyebrows like. "I know."

"Yeah. It's true." Kemi smiled. "You always know everything."

She pulled off her school clothes, sat on her bed. Her mother standing.

"But mom. People think I am not sane, because I talk with you." Kemi said, then added. "They said I should tell you to let me move on. That there is no connection between us any longer. You're dead. I am living."

Her mother's face darkened. She looked away. "Are you going to send me away?" Her voice clouded in tears. It was as if she stifled them. "You know we are always connected. I love you most. That's why I spend time with you."

"I know. I enjoy your company mom." Kemi stood and held her mother's hands.

Then Adesun, kemi's sister walked into the room. She had heard Kemi talking. She pulled her door and saw her holding the air in slight embrace. Staring straight and saying some words.

"Kemi" She called out.

Without looking at her direction, Kemi said. "Adesun. Mom is here again."

"You should tell her to leave you."

Adesun couldn't see their mom but she smelled her strong perfume. And Kemi had goose pimples she always have whenever their mom visited her. She could feel her presence.

Kemi turned to Adesun. "Sister. She is crying."

"Kemi. She is dead." Almost whimpering. "She should let you live."

Kemi turned to her mother. Her face dropping. "Mom. I think you should leave." She said slowly.

"You listened to her my baby girl?"

"There is no connection between us any longer. You should go."

Just then a heavy wind penetrated the room. Kemi felt startled, so Adesun. She looked at her mother's face, it turned hot red. Her eyes sparkled. Kemi recoiled. Adesun rushed to close the windows.

Then her mother pulled photos hanging on kemi's walls, crashed them on the ground. Shards scattered on the tied room. She pulled kemi's reading table and flew it to the wall. "How dare you ask me to leave." She pushed closer to Kemi. "I own you. You belong to me. I will leave with you when I wish to leave." Her voice resounding.

Kemi felt frightened. Her mother would never be this aggressive. She walked few steps back. "You are not my mother." Her eyes closed tight.

"My daughter. I am." Her mother replied calmly, trying to come close. Her hands stretched.

Kemi moved back more. "No. You are not. Just leave me." She screamed. "Leave me!"

In few seconds, the room became silent. The wind ceased. Kemi opened her eyes but couldn't find her mother. Sweats dripping off her body. Her hands trembling. Adesun held her on the ground.

"She is gone?" She asked.
“Yes. She is gone.” Adesun replied.

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Because I'm a good man

I’m a good man, I do not want my people to suffer. Those I call friend I help, i break boundaries and build bridges for them even though it will cost me all my earnings and strength. I give hope to the hopeless and restore joy to the aggrieved. I sent down rain into the drought life of my friends and when they fall I lift them up, I’m a good man

When Bola was sick I gave her hope, I spend my income to see her come out alive. I secure a good hope of life for her and stood by her through out the struggle even though it caused me my job, I don’t care for I’m a good man

When tunde had an accident, it was just two months of me getting a new job, I sorted him out by treating all casualties and paying for their damages because I don’t like people fighting over what money can solve. I repaired tunde damaged bike for him and also repaired the 3rd party vehicle. I did this out of love for I’m a good man

When my neighbor and his family was thrown out of the house because of their inability to pay for their house rent, I took it upon my self to help them. I paid for a room apartment for them to squat in while I secured a job for the husband. It cost me nothing to be good for I’m good man

Agnes was an orphan who have this urge to go to school, as a man who don’t like seeing people’s dreams being cut off, I put in all my efforts to make sure I see her off to university and made sure she secured a job there after. Help when it’s needed and don’t forget to be a good man

I’m a good man, I do not want my people to suffer. Those I call friend I help, i break boundaries and build bridges for them even though it will cost me all my earnings and strength. I give hope to the hopeless and restore joy to the aggrieved. I sent down rain into the drought life of my friends and when they fall I lift them up, I’m a good man

When Bola was sick I gave her hope, I spend my income to see her come out alive. I secure a good hope of life for her and stood by her through out the struggle even though it caused me my job, I don’t care for I’m a good man

When tunde had an accident, it was just two months of me getting a new job, I sorted him out by treating all casualties and paying for their damages because I don’t like people fighting over what money can solve. I repaired tunde damaged bike for him and also repaired the 3rd party vehicle. I did this out of love for I’m a good man

When my neighbor and his family was thrown out of the house because of their inability to pay for their house rent, I took it upon my self to help them. I paid for a room apartment for them to squat in while I secured a job for the husband. It cost me nothing to be good for I’m good man

Agnes was an orphan who have this urge to go to school, as a man who don’t like seeing people’s dreams being cut off, I put in all my efforts to make sure I see her off to university and made sure she secured a job there after. Help when it’s needed and don’t forget to........... Continue reading >>>http://charlesdonaldfreeman.com.ng/a-good-man

This is a short story review of the music JOURNEY by HARRYSONG



In a city void of morals and scruples.

Just like “Maimi” isn’t built up because it is known for it’s tourism and wonderful climates.

Lagos tells it present situation in a young man.
Just like “Miami” would have.
I’m left alone with Scavenger’s because I made that choice.
A choice I was forced to make.
I became a member of the gangsters.

My friend had stolen from them and wasn’t there to pay.
He wanted the money to save his father’s life since they were really poor.
And getting a loan from the bank without a good Collateral was useless.
He had no option since there was also no guarantor to stand for him.

Now his father died before he could be saved.
He then flee with the money.
Putting me in jeopardy.
I who didn’t orchestrate any plan with my dear friend to steal from Scavengers (like they are called) that I detest the most.
I was falsely accused.
And when I insisted.
I was threatened with my dear father and sister.
They told me to pay up.
But the sum is just too large than I can pay.

They didn’t care as I was given an ultimatum.
An ultimatum which is to pay within a period of time or have my dear father murdered and sister raped to death.
I could see from their eyes that their threats weren’t empty.

And then they added the last condition, that I sell some of their stuffs ,which the Nigerian government find illegal, to clubs and most of their valuable consumers who lived at Banana Island.
I wasn’t expecting that.
Never I said to myself and I’ll try pay up.
While curse my friend at heart too.
And wonder how to keep the turbulence away from my family.

An unknown journey of destiny to self discovery was about to begin for me.
My guts about to embark on a serious issue.
And faith to be tested.
Father and sister were oblivious.

How to get the money became an issue .
And stealing a pant wasn’t worth it for me even when I’m pushed to the wall as the day goes by.
Scavenger’s started giving me signs.
I knew, the day my father came back home complaining about how he was almost attacked by mobs.
And my sister almost sexually harrassed by some thugs.
I got the message and pictured it all in my head.
Went ahead to confront them.
It couldn’t help matters but worsen the situation.
Like Black and Blue.
They beat me to a pulp.
Then I surrendered and gave in.

Couldn’t bear it any longer.
They’ve gotten what they wanted the most.
I’ll help distribute their illegals to Banana Island.
And I was told not to rat them out if caught by the authority or else my family pays for my mistake.
Perfectly, I understood them.
Deals has being made.
And the deal is to last till I pay every last penny stolen.
I covered my bruises with a lie when my father asked me what’s up When I got home.
He didn’t believe me.
He knew something was wrong.

He told me to be careful.
And stop getting into trouble.
Then he asked about my friend since he hadn’t seen him since his father’s demise.
I lied again to cover up a secret.

This journey was becoming too much for me.
That was after my first distribution In Banana Island.
And on my next distribution.
I bumped into my destiny with the wrapped illegal package.
She looked packaged and awesome.
Beauty on flick.
Stylish in a way beyond my imagination.
I apologised.
Apology accepted, she replied me.

My heart melt quickly than a candle wax would.
We went separate ways while I was still distracted by her dazzling beauty in my head.
Then I got to my destination. A new address just given to me at Banana Island.
There and then.
Behold, the same lady I was crushing on opened the door.
Couldn’t believe she was a junkie too or not.
Perhaps she is getting it for someone else.
I got in and kept looking on as she paid.
I refused other welcoming services rendered to a visitor but drank only water.
Then I watched her sing word for word, Harry song’s Journey.
It was quite soothing to the soul.

It was my first time listening to the song.
And I loved the messages.
It’s was as if Harry was singing about me.
I’m on a journey of self discovery but my destiny was with her.

where I was that moment.
Then it hit on my head that I was taking too long and had other place to distribute the package to.
As I make moves to leave.
She told me for to turn a new a page as I had listen to the Journey.

What she said meant alot to me.
But if only she knew?
And on a second thought , what junkie advice’s his\her distributor to turn a new page?
Then I left.
Did other necessary things and back to the Scavengers.
Gave them every details and their cash.
Then I was tempted to ask about the lady, which I did.
And I was told to stay far away.
Bad energy.

They knew I was falling for the lady judging from the twinkles in my eyes.
The distribution of illegals which I detest was about to be a pleasurable thing just so I get to see my lady.
It continued.
We got familiar.
And hopefully she wasn’t the junkie.
Her husband was.
She is actually fed up with her marriage.

She has tried as a therapist to save her hubby but it seems “junkism” is in his blood. she opened up to me.
Then I had no choice than to play along as well.
She was shocked.
And then she promised to help pay out the remaining my friend owe.
I didnt expect this.
I asked why she was doing this.

My heart expected an answer of “because she loves me”.
No friend zoning!
But to my greatest disappointment.
For humanity sake, she said.
Prentensiosly, while I felt bad, I said I loved her humanitarianism .
Then she laughs laughs it off cause my mood was quite obvious.

She kissed me and told me to stop when she pays my friends remaining debt.
I promised but then what other excuse do I have to come see her.

She says not to worry as she already has my contact.
Quite Glad!
My destiny was falling into place.

But it could only shatter like about when I told the Scavengers I quit.
And the complete pay given.
Knowing the good I have been able to do their business.

In order to pin me down.
They accused me of stealing.
I denied it and told them the source of the money.
Which I should not have.
My mistake.
This news got to my Lady’s man.

And he requested that I was killed.
Knowing he is one of their greatest buyer.
They wanted to meet his needs.

Although my lady begged him not to even when he accuses her of infidelity but he refuses.
That was the last straw for her.

She presented some divorce documents and called the police on him for having illegals.

And I found a safe harbor for my family thanks to my Lady.
And the Scavengers.
They left me in peace after knowing some secrets of theirs that could dismantle them forever.

So it was a fifty fifty thing.
And on the day of my wedding with my Lady.
At the altar.

The priest asked who wasn’t in support .
There was a hand raised .
That of my friend.
It’s about time the idiot showed up.
He caused my destiny to happen after a Journey.
HarrySong was right after all.

Never give up.


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THE JOURNEY OF A BACHELOR
Episode 2
by Charlesdonald O Freeman
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So it is time for me to get married but it seems like there is no one in line for me. I would have loved to marry Kate, she has all the description and qualification I have ever wanted. Any time I see her I know deep down me that this girl is just what I need but the truth remains that she don't love me, she said we are better of friends that am like a brother to her. I know about a guy called Paul whom she loved so much but Paul has a fiance, I don't know why she is still forcing her self on that boy. I call her every day to ask about her well been but she had never for once call me to know how am doing but nevertheless I think we are still friends though. I over heard her telling her friends how tough Paul is, that she's only the one calling and checking on him but Paul don't, that each time she asked to know why she get a reply "I am always busy". I don't just know why she can't leave that guy for somebody serious
I have a female friend called Rita, oh my God this girl call me more than twice a day. She call to know when am off for work, she also call to know when am back home. Some times she even call to make sure I eat and take a shower before going to bed at night. My friends once told me to consider this Rita for a wife but I laughed. One may ask why I laughed? But the answer is, in as much that Rita has all the qualities of a wife material but she is physically not what I want. She is loving and caring that's true and that is why I took her like a sister.
Tunde my main guy told me that Rita confined in him that she love me but is like I don't have any feelings for her at all. I looked at Tunde eye ball to eye ball and I said to him,my guy;Rita is like a sister to me I can't marry her and beside you know I love Kate so much and I can't place Rita above her.
I know right inside me that tunde is viewing me as boy with stupid attitude, but I told him that Kate is who I want in my life that Rita is like a sister to me. I told him that I have a believe that one day that Kate will turn out to love me better and I will marry her, on that day of our wedding that he would be my best man. But I think there is a very big problem here because the same thing am thinking towards Kate is the same thing Rita is thinking towards me,so the question now remains: who will change for who?
Some times life become so complicated that you can't just do any thing but to wonder how man exists with so much desires, wants,qualifications and behaviors. To be a complete man is not a day job especially as a single boy and the truth still remains that the JOURNEY OF A BACHELOR is so rough and tough and we think we should just maintain a close minds and feelings, But that is another impossible mission
© Charlesdonald Freeman

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