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Adexgentle005:
I saw this girl pic on X, they said her tape was leaked. Who know her ?

Mariangeles:
Mr Liker, o kare! 😀

Adexgentle005:
who is this one ? You will say I’m poor pls help my life. Is everyone poor like your parents ? You better go fix your life and leave chochocuo make you no die poor.

Adexgentle005:
why not just keep quiet if you don’t have any meaningful thing to say. You be Ewu!

Adexgentle005:
shut up!

You ask dumb question...i giv u dumb answer
Did i say somtin wrong sir?? ((No oofencsse))

Adexgentle005:
I saw this girl pic on X, they said her tape was leaked. Who know her ?

She from ondo state & her name us Bob Marley.....eeeeediot boy!!!((no oofencsse))

Jacktheripper:
I am typing this with a heart that is pounding so hard that I can hear it in my ears. I swear on everything I hold dear, if not that I have no one to share this with, I wouldn’t have said a word. But maybe, just maybe, someone out there will have an answer.

This nightmare started in 2013. Our family used to be six, but by the end of 2012, we had become four. Death took my father and my grandmother within months of each other, and the house felt emptier than ever.

We live in a four-bedroom apartment. My mother has one room, my sister took another, my elder brother had his own, and I stayed in the last one.

There is a tradition in our home: once it is 9:30 PM sharp, we all gather in the sitting room for night prayers. How long it lasts depends on my mother's mood, sometimes just five minutes, other times, one full hour of binding, casting, and fire-fire prayers. After that, everyone goes to bed.

That’s why the morning of August 2013 felt like madness.

We had prayed as usual the night before. There was nothing unusual, no bad dream, no flickering light, no shadow moving where it shouldn’t. Yet by morning, my brother was gone.

And when I say gone, I don’t mean he packed his things and left. I mean disappeared, as in vanished from the face of the earth.

The two doors in our house were locked from the inside. The window in his room had iron barricades, unless my brother suddenly became the size of a house cat, there was no way he squeezed through, and there was the window net which was screwed from the outside. His iPhone, which I have always eyed, was lying on his power bank at the edge of the bed. His shoes and slippers were exactly where he always kept them. In fact, there was no sign that anyone had slept in the room at all. The only odd thing was that the door to his bathroom was open.

That was the moment fear gripped us by the throat.

We called our relatives, our church people, even that elderly man down the street who always had one proverb for every situation. Nobody could explain it. Nobody had an answer.

Let me tell you about my brother.

He was two years older than me, a 200-level engineering student at the time. He was the quiet type. The kind of person who could be in the house for days, and you’d forget because he barely spoke. If you wanted to get along with him, the best thing to do was to leave him alone. He didn’t go out much. He didn’t party. He didn’t even have close friends. Just his laptop, his laptop, and his thoughts.

We never reported the case to the police. After the way they handled my father’s death, my mother swore that we would rather trust in God than go to the police.

One day turned to one month. One month became one year. One year became eleven years.

We placed a camera in his old room, thinking maybe, just maybe, he had played some elaborate prank on us. But deep down, we knew. My brother wasn’t the type to play games.

I have always heard that absence makes the heart grow fonder, but that's only when you know where the person is. Otherwise, absence turns the heart into something else. Something frosty.

Time became the river through which we paddled our canoe. Or at least we tried. My mother stopped mentioning his name, at least publicly. I couldn't count the times she had cried silently, hoping we wouldn't hear, and I pretended along. I learned to push thoughts of him to the back of my mind.

Then came December 2024.

I was in my apartment when my phone rang. It was my mother. Her voice was shaky. She said I had to come home immediately.

I asked what happened. She couldn't string her words together. She sounded like a radio struggling for a signal.

That night, I barely slept. By morning, I was on the first bus heading home, my mind jumping from one terrible possibility to another. But when I saw my sister in flesh and blood, I breathed out like a teenage girl checking her pregnancy test and seeing one red line.

But nothing, nothing, could have prepared me for what my mother said next.

She took me to the police station and introduced me to my brother.

Or at least, a man who looked like my brother.

The same face. The same voice. He even had the same slight gap in his teeth, the same way of adjusting his shirt when he got nervous. And when he was asked to repeat what he said the day before, he knew everything.

He knew all the things only my brother should know. Our inside jokes. The gist we had over my primary school crush. Where we kept important documents. The exact location of the spare key to the back door, where we initially pumped water from, even my sister didn't know that, because she was too young to remember.

But when we asked the most important question, his mouth froze.

"What happened that night?" "Where did you go?" I was almost tempted to ask if he was abducted by aliens.

His face was blank. No answer.

The last thing he remembered was walking to his room after night prayers. Then, according to him, he "woke up on a school field."

He couldn't remember any of it. But what he could remember was even scarier.

He remembered all the details about our lives since he disappeared. My mother's shop that was built in 2019. COVID-19. The school I went to (I started school in 2014), the time my mother was admitted to the hospital for over a month in 2022, and how I couldn't return to the hospital one of the nights because of heavy rain.

He recalled them as if he were there, not from afar but from inside. But I felt something was wrong, or maybe I'm only overthinking. He was more of reciting the events as if he had read them in a book. His tone was flat, like a Siri reading out the news. No nostalgia in his voice, no emotion in his eyes. It made all the hair on my skin rise as if they were giving a standing ovation at that moment.

He spoke as if no time had passed at all.

But eleven years had passed. And the man sitting in front of me wasn’t the same person. My mother doesn’t believe it’s him. My sister doesn’t believe it’s him. I don’t believe it’s him.

We are now waiting for the DNA test results as I write this.

But even if the results say he is my brother, he will not be setting foot into our house.

For now, he is staying with the police. We are paying for his welfare, but that is where it ends.

Because whoever left that night in 2013… is not who came back in 2024.


Edit:
Treat as fiction.

Nicenancy:
Why?

Nicenancy:
Why?

Nicenancy:
Why?

LegendHero:
Source: https://saharareporters.com/2025/03/20/nigerian-national-arrested-ghana-n32billion-worth-cocaine-heroin-0

Mercisharelove:
I am telling you the truth

Preciousgirl:
Why do guys still knowing I am married with my ring still have the nerve to ask me out?

THANKS FOR DERALING THE DUMB THREAD...Thank que

.......THREAD CLOSE!!!!!

Hansie63:
Nope, Senior Communication Instructor.

Preciousgirl:
Why do guys still knowing I am married with my ring still have the nerve to ask me out?

Preciousgirl:
Ape with a used smart phone

MONEY247:
The government in Switzerland have authorized the use a equipment to quietly and quickly end your life on purpose....if you seem fulfilled..

Preciousgirl:
Why do guys still knowing I am married with my ring still have the nerve to ask me out?

Preciousgirl:
Clearly from a baboon with repugnant buccal odour

Preciousgirl:
Why do guys still knowing I am married with my ring still have the nerve to ask me out?

Preciousgirl:
Yes, your dumb father

Preciousgirl:
Your father

Preciousgirl:
Madd man

Preciousgirl:
Madd man

Preciousgirl:
Why do guys still knowing I am married with my ring still have the nerve to ask me out?

Preciousgirl:
Why do guys still knowing I am married with my ring still have the nerve to ask me out?

Bendeco02:
Nawa o

Are you trying to make dark girls feel bad or what?

For me; I don't have any color preference. Once you're fine and fresh, if you like be green color you can attract me.

The only preference i have for women is shape

Ruke1989:
She has this useless middle aged man in her office she resumed 4 months back who has been toasting and threatening to seep with her at all cost. She told me two months back, I warned the man to refrain but he didn't stop

I got a call from her today that the man showed up in her apartment and forcefully penetrated her vagina with his penis. According to her she managed to hit him in the forehead with an object before he pulled out his plug. I asked her why didn't you shout? She claimed no neighbor were around that she screamed

I asked her how did he know your house given the fact I warned you to ensure he never comes to your house or be alone with you at any point? She has no response

I broke up with her. I feel pained though that I have to let her go because I was her first man and I called her a month back to come home and inform her parents about the relationship. I intended securing the marriage first before investing to support her education and I told her at least we need to do a traditional first before any such spending.

Unfortunately she had been raped by a man in Ibadan old enough to be her father. She is distraught and kept it to herself for 3 days before tells me today. She is from a poor background and only trying to work on a 30l job to save over N360k she needs to pay up before her school can let her pick her RN nursing certificate.

I feel disappointment and won't marry this girl anymore but I want this foolish man punished over this. He refuses to pick my call. His phone number is 080.50.23.96.36

Guys call him and if you know him let more details be exposed here.
He works in a skyline specialist hospital at Iwo road Ibadan and is a friend of the manager. The poor girl raped doesn't know how to go about this case but is an employee of that hospital from a really poor background. She is afraid police may make this harder for her by milking her money without result

meobizy:
MrCork.
Daddycool.

Those can’t be his only two accounts. It’s funny that one gets tired of trolling then opens other accounts to comment sensibly.

Mercisharelove:
Inspired

Mercisharelove:
What is the government doing for you that your full time job is to defend tinubu terrible policies.

Are you sure you are normal or because you are paid for this useless task??

Let me warn you, future will never be kind to you because you stood with the oppressors instead of standing with the oppressed.

Your judgement would be..... you will cry but none will be available to comfort you ".

Even if you stop today you will still reap and I don't believe you are ever going to stop.

Do you know why? Because the love of money is the root of all evil.."

That's why you do it!