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• Dark Story | Fiction

• September, 2022

It's contents are original and created by me.

© Prince Eddie

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"Stop that guy! Don't allow him through that passage... " Those were the fierce last words I heard.

I had an important function to attend at Eket. I was amongst the distinguished speakers, invited to grace the 5 -day writing submit.

A day before the D day I was to speak, I visited a saloon in my locality, inorder to have a clean hair cut. Unfortunately, the guy who cuts my hair occasionally wasn't around.

Strolling away from his saloon, with my airpods buzzing cool music, I came across another saloon. Not too far from his, though the saloon was located in a big compound, which had no perimeter fencing.

I grinned with delight, I wouldn't have to pay my way to have a hair cut, I walked into the premises.
"It must be a new place," I thought within me as I looked around scrupulously.

As I approached the saloon, I began to have this eerie feeling. A thought suggested I retract my steps, but I paid little or no attention... I waved it off Immediately.

I sank into one of the sofas in the saloon, and I slept off almost immediately. Its very unusual, I rarely sleep in the afternoon hours, talk less of sleeping in a public place.

I jerked up to the ringing tone of my phone. I had a call from a client. I stepped out and answered the call. On returning, I realized someone else had taken my spot, I had to sit somewhere else.

Just then, the new guy began to snore heavily with saliva drooling from his mouth. Mere starring at the guy, I almost threw up. I immediately retired to playing the game on my phone.

"Oboy e dey okay nau. I said round cut" the guy currently having his hair cut bellowed. I raised my head and eyes to ascertain what was going on.
The barber acted deaf, he persisted in scrapping this guy's hair, the guy began to scream in anger and furiously, he attempted to stand up.

With so much vigor and determination, the barber pulled the guy back into the chair. The guy tried to jerk up again when his hands and legs were clamped to the seat, by automatic locks. A black belt from the chair, held the guy's waist down. My eyes popped out of it's socket in disbelief.

The barber's hands vibrated with the speed of light, as he scraped the guy's hairs completely. Hot tears dripped from the eyes of the young man as he starred at the image of himself, reflected by the mirror. He cursed the barber amidst loud sobs.

And just all of a sudden, the room became heated up. On turning around, I saw a very short guy emerging from the inner room with a black pot. Heavy tribal marks which could be visible from a distance, were seen across his cheeks. Surprisingly, he walked as if he could see but the truth was, he had no eyes. I almost jumped out of my body, his face alone was terrifying.

He placed the black pot on the ground, close to the barber's feet. Just then, there were some droplets of yellowish water from the seat of the young man who had his hair scraped. He had began to urinate unconsciously when he turned around and saw the black pot with vapour steaming from it.

"The blood of Jesus," the young man screamed amisdt jerking, as a white towel which had turned red, owing to the content in the pot, was placed on his head. He passed out some seconds later. I was already dripping buckets of thick sweat. It was as if water was poured where I sat.

But boldness engulfed the whole of me. Before now, I was too terrified to move. I removed my flip flops and held in my hands inorder to tiptoe out of the place. The barber and his co workers were engrossed in whatever they were doing with the young man's body.
I strongly believe they were trying to extract his soul.

I began to tiptoe steadily out of the place. "Stop that guy! Don't allow him through the passage. Block the idiot gimme..." And within seconds, there was a hard plank to my head, I fell face down.

I lost consciousness of the environment.

To be continued....


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Good morning everyone!

Dark Story || Fiction || Short Twist

September, 2022

© Prince Eddie

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"Daddy! This food is more than palatable," Chidera managed to say as her neat set of healthy teeth tore the piece of meat in her hand.

"Uhmmm! The food was actually prepared by mummy, I only assisted with a few things." Pastor Charles smiled at his wife, and scooped more rice into his mouth.

"You love it right?" Mrs. Charles asked with great delight in her bulging eyes.

"Definitely ma," Chidera nodded her head in satisfaction, and retired to consuming her meal.

Long seconds of silence filled the dinning room as their eyes were fixed on what's before them.

"You haven't enquired about your friend's whereabouts," The pastor broke the silence as he stole a quick glance at his chubby wife.

His dim eyes rolled back to the plate of food before him. He continued eating.

"Forgive my manners Daddy," she said with genuineity in her voice. "I was rather engrossed in eating the tasty meal," her hands gestured at the remaining food in the plate.

"How is she faring sir? Any news about her whereabouts? Is she back?"

She asked these questions in split seconds as she wiped off the droplets of sweat on her forehead, with the back of her palms.

Her ethusaistic eyes gazed at the lips of the Pastor and his wife. No doubt, she was expecting a positive answer.

"Errrhhhmmm," the pastor cleared his throat, and sipped some water.

"My dear," he resumed as he dropped the glass cup at its former position. "Your wayward friend came home yesterday, just like the prodigal son. She pleaded for our forgiveness, promising to be of good behavior and conduct."

"And we had no option than to take her in. After all..." he paused, "she's our only daughter," he concluded with a carefree hand gesture as he stole another quick glance at his wife.

Mrs. Charles nodded her head in agreement.

"Wow!" Chidera smiled broadly. Can I... " Chidera tried to speak when the chubby woman before her cut in.

"I hope the meat isn't too strong?" Mrs. Charles asked curiously. "As a matter of fact, your friend assisted us in preparing the stew. She provided the meats." She grinned rather mischievously.

"The meats are tasty ma, and it's really soft. Thank you ma for taking my friend need in." She smiled in appreciation.

"Can I see my friend now? Is she around?" Her ethusaistic voice flooded the room.

"Ah!" The pastor's dim eyes beamed with surprise. "She's here with us dear. She's in our midst." He cackled with great delight.

"I don't understand you sir," her bright eyes dimmed in confusion as she stared at the couple, expecting some explainations.

"Daddy please explain to our little baby here..." She grabbed the remaining piece of meat in the plate, and her sharp incisors devored it with delight.

"Well, your friend is right before you dear," he paused and his dim eye balls scrutinized Chidera's astonished face.

"Mummy wasn't able to get enough meats from the market yesterday, so we decided to make use of what was available at the moment." His bass voice sent some fever into her body.

"You mean my friend's body is in this plate?" her bright eyes popped out in disbelief.

"Yeah! Yeah!!" Mrs. Charles replied as her roundish mouth sucked the bones with delight.

Chidera cringed back in fear as her chair slided backwards, making a creaking sound on the tiled floor.

"She was always wayward dear, and so we felt that was the best option," he said in whispers. "We never knew such meats would be so tasty. As a matter of fact! We would be having such... for our meals." He concluded without remorsefulness in his voice.

Chidera's panties clung to her body as she was wet from urine. Her legs trembled uncontrollably, and dense goosebumps flooded her skin.

Her eyes became blurry with tears as she stared at the remaining piece of meat in her plate.

She had succeeded in devouring her best friend's body, unknown to her.

She knew she would be the next target, but she lacked the courage to flee from the room.

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Good morning everyone!

The write up talks about a man who decided to challenge the judgement of the village council.

The repercussions of his actions weren't pleasant.

© Prince Eddie

Historian/ Traditional Fiction || September 2022.
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Despite the warnings from his wife, Ejike proceeded to challenge Mazi Ibekwe's actions.

Mazi Ibekwe, a rigid and high ranked Chief, approached Ejike on a groomy Thursday. Mazi always dressed in a red regalia with a staff in his hand. His left hands were always tugged in his pocket, he never smiled abit.

He walked briskly into the compound of the Ejike's. He nodded to the greetings of Ada, Ejike's wife who was sweeping the compound.

Ejike was standing in front of his house with a chewing stick tilted to the left side of his mouth.
He was carried away with starring at the beautiful creatures parading the sky, the birds. No doubt, Ejike's presence took him unawares. He was startled by Mazi Ibekwe's intentional cough.

Mazi Ibekwe stormed out of the compound in rage. In actuality, his conversation with Ejike ended in a deadlock.

Ada, Ejike's wife enquired... "Mazi requested for our daughter's hand in marriage to his first son, and I rejected immediately. Owing to that, he flared up." Ejike explained to his wife.

The Sons of Mazi Ibekwe were irresponsible. They caused the villagers much pains but nothing was done about their misconduct. Probably because their father was a the high ranked Chief in the community.
Little wonder, Ejike immediately said a 'No' to his request. In actuality, nobody would wanna have an irresponsible person as a Son - in - law.

Mazi felt insulted by Ejike. He took the case to the hearing of the village council, on the grounds of Ejike belittling his position by insulting him.

Ejike was summoned and he disagreed to the fact Mazi Ibekwe established. The village council listened to Ejike's side of the matter. As expected, the council judged the case in favor of Mazi Ibekwe. It was demanded of Ejike to tender an apology to Mazi with three tubers of yam and a fowl. He was to present the items in the next council meeting.

Ejike blatantly said a No to the ruling of the council. He wouldn't accept the judgement. "No! No!! No!!! I won't accept this. I owe Mazi Ibekwe no apology of any sort," he said fuming in anger. In the light of that, the Council gave Mazi Ibekwe the go ahead to do to Ejike as it dimed him fit.

Mazi decided to seize the only plot of land Ejike had. He paid some men to place a barricades around the plot, thereby hindering access to the piece of land.
All efforts made by Ejike to recover his property were futile. He was losing his patience. He was fed up with everything. He decided to storm the next council meeting.

Ejike walked into the council hall aggressively. He interrupted the meeting. In actuality, anyone who sighted as he headed to the hall would think he was going for a war. His words bellowed like wild fire, his eyes turned red as he spoke. Ejike was a man of anger, little wonder his wife tried to stop him.

"Mazi! Mazi!! Okay there he is," he said as he sighted Mazi Ibekwe. "My lord! Instruct Mazi Ibekwe to let go of my only piece of land or else he will get it hot from me. I have said my own." He concluded.

Ejike was about leaving when Mazi Ibekwe voiced out. "A child that threatens his father has brought a curse upon himself. Ejike!... I will Visit you." He said as he sat down. Ejike laughed at his words with scorn. He bounced out of the hall.

The issue between the duo seemed to have ended. Ejike was gradually regaining ownership of the piece of land. Infact! he did some weeding on the plot, against the planting season.

He couldn't complete the clearing because his head hurt. He retired to the house inorder to have some rest. Towards the eve of the day, he decided to take a stroll out. He wore a white polo with black trousers. His face cap shielded some portion of his forehead.

As he walked past the parlour, a strong wind blew. The waves surrounded Ejike in a circular motion. Ejike was yet to phantom what was going on when his legs began to stretch apart. He couldn't feel his legs anymore, he lost control of himself.

The waves pushed his legs apart, tearing through the front of his trousers. His legs stretched farther away from each other. He attempted to let out a scream but his voice couldn't cross his lips. The waves swept through his pelvic region, twisting his male reproductive organ and tearing away his testicles.
He fell to the ground, bashing his head against the wall. Just then he was able to scream. "Chineke!!!"

Blood oozed out of the various openings in his body, he foamed in the mouth.
Ada ran out of the bedroom, immediately she heard her husband scream. But it was too late, Ejike gave up the ghost. A section of his body turned black. It was difficult for anyone to ascertain if he was the person laying down there lifeless.

Ada screamed when she saw her husband's lifeless body. She wept on top of her voice but nothing could be done. Ejike had long crossed over to the land of the dead.

In certainty, Ejike was visited!


Thank you for reading ❤️

Good morning everyone!

Have a wonderful weekend.

Here is a beautiful but short write up.

It's contents are mind blowing.

© Prince Eddie

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Emeka's wife had become chubby over the years. Probably due to the over pampering and care she received from her husband.

The couple was blessed with a baby girl two years into their marriage.

Princess grew in statue and wisdom. She was very intelligent, her parents cherished her so much.

"Princess, I would sit on you..." Those were the repetitive words of Christy, Emeka's wife whenever Princess erred.

They usually laughed whenever she said that. One couldn't imagine Christy literally sitting on anyone.

"One day you would sit on her. Words are powerful dear, so stop saying such", Emeka chipped in atimes, away from the hearing of Princess.

Christy only laughed, tagging those words of hers as an impossible joke.

Years later, the couple lost Princess to the cold hands of death. She died from meaningitis.

It was indeed a sorrowful moment for the Emeka's.

But their joy knew no bounds, as Christy conceived yet again and bore a son.
Coincidentally, mother and son shared the same birth month.

During the birthday celebration of the duo, Emeka gave his wife a special golden chair amongst other gift items.

She grinned as she sat on the chair. Emeka could visibly notice her happiness.

Little did she know that the words she did say repetitively many years ago had come to play.

Emeka used the skin of their late daughter in producing the chair. He thereafter coated it with gold.

Christy's words came through.

Finally, she sat on her daughter.

Fictional write-up, August 2022.

Good morning everyone!

Have a wonderful weekend.

Here is a beautiful but short write up.

It's a twisted story.

It's contents are mind blowing.

© Prince Eddie

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Emeka's wife had become chubby over the years. Probably due to the over pampering and care she received from her husband.

The couple was blessed with a baby girl two years into their marriage.

Princess grew in statue and wisdom. She was very intelligent, her parents cherished her so much.

"Princess, I would sit on you..." Those were the repetitive words of Christy, Emeka's wife whenever Princess erred.

They usually laughed whenever she said that. One couldn't imagine Christy literally sitting on anyone.

"One day you would sit on her. Words are powerful dear, so stop saying such", Emeka chipped in atimes, away from the hearing of Princess.

Christy only laughed, tagging those words of hers as an impossible joke.

Years later, the couple lost Princess to the cold hands of death. She died from meaningitis.

It was indeed a sorrowful moment for the Emeka's.

But their joy knew no bounds, as Christy conceived yet again and bore a son.
Coincidentally, mother and son shared the same birth month.

During the birthday celebration of the duo, Emeka gave his wife a special golden chair amongst other gift items.

She grinned as she sat on the chair. Emeka could visibly notice her happiness.

Little did she know that the words she did say repetitively many years ago had come to play.

Emeka used the skin of their late daughter in producing the chair. He thereafter coated it with gold.

Christy's words came through.

Finally, she sat on her daughter.

Fictional write-up, August 2022.

Good morning everyone!

How is your day going?

Here is a beautiful twisted story to spice up your day.

© Prince Eddie
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One beautiful evening, I got home very tired and hungry. I had a busy day at work.

I was surprised to see my Dad's vehicle, Volvo 306, parked in our compound.

He doesn't come home this early. "I hope there are no issues", I muttered.

I got into the sitting room. My dad and his younger brother, my Uncle, were having a conversation.

I had mixed feelings. I was terrified, surprised and at the same time elated.

"But what could he be doing here? He should be in the land of the dead", I soliloquised.

My Uncle had died some few years back. He was buried in our village. Infact! I was in attendance.

My Uncle beckoned on me with his hands. My heart melted with fear. I reluctantly walked up to him.

I was abit bold because my Dad was present. "If he tried to hurt me, my Dad would intervene", I thought.

I bent over as I greeted him. He patted my back with his left hands.

"Mkpo abadie", he asked. "Everything is fine", I replied. I was terrified to the extent I couldn't greet my Dad. My hands and legs were visibly vibrating.

I gathered some courage and left immediately for my room, to avoid being asked some more questions.

There were alot going through my mind. Hunger had disappeared long time ago. I didnt believe my Uncle could come back to life.

"Probably, they faked his death, reasons best known to them", I thought aloud.

My Grandmother paused, she observed the looks on each of our faces. Perphaps, she saw fear in our eyes.

Grandma was a great story teller. Almost every weekend, especially on holidays, she would gather us in her small hut and tell us some beautiful stories.

This was yet another beautiful story of hers.

Owing to the fear she saw in our eyes, she decided to dismiss us.

"Alright! my beloved children, it's bed time. Your parents would be waiting. We will continue from there next weekend", Grandma said.

"Good night! God be with each and everyone of you", she concluded as she dismissed us.

Fictional write-up|| August, 2022.

Good morning everyone!

Here is a beautiful write up.

Bobby lived a very sad life.

But as soon as death came Knocking...

He became very happy!

© Prince Edidiong

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A cold wind swept across Bobby's room. Yep! The witches were at it again.

For the past two months, Bobby had passed through hell in the hands of these three witches.

At the eve of the day, these witches would come around and torment him for long hours.

Immediately the cold breeze swept across the room, the door would bang severally and the curtains would be swirling around the windows.

Just then, a hot vapour would emerge from the floor of the room. These witches would emanate from the vapour, they would transform into beautiful and gorgeous ladies.

They would grin and laugh loudly as they approached his bed stand. Bobby would always let out a scream, but unfortunately, his voice wouldn't cross his lips.

They would yank off his shorts and each would have different forms of sex with him. At the end of each sexcapade, his male organ would spurt out large amount of blood.

The witches collated the blood into tiny transparent bottles. Once they were done with him for the day, they would transform yet again, into old tattered women and then disappear.

Thereafter, his organ would be erect for about an hour. He was always in pains and anguish.

Each time it happened, Bobby would render complaints to his mom and sisters but they wouldn't listen. They were too busy to hear him out.

But this time around, everything took a different dimension. As the cold wind blew, the witches emanated but to his earnest surprise, they didn't transform into younger ladies.

They got closer to his bed stand, starred at him and shook their heads in disappointment. They disappeared immediately.

He was very elated. "They aren't interested in my body anymore, it's all over", he thought to himself.

Little did he know... he couldn't survive the previous sexcapade. Blood was gushing out from the different openings in his body.

As a result, he died.

On realising he was dead, he was much more happier.

"At least, I wouldn't get to be tormented by the witches henceforth" he said smiling.

He lived happily, thereafter.
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Fictional write-up| August, 2022.

Good morning everyone!

Here is another amazing piece.

It portrays what happens in our society today!

Dave fell in love with a woman at his work place.

Little did this woman know he was married.

He decided to evict his wife and kid, inorder for the woman to come in peacefully.

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For about two weeks, I was away for a conference in Port Harcourt.

On returning, I couldn't find anyone at home. Probably, they are out, I thought. I was about walking past the dinning, when I mistakenly hit one of the chairs.

A piece of paper fell off the dining table. I picked it up and my eyes popped out in disbelief.

My wife had left for her mother's kindred. She took our only son.
"Dave, since you left I haven't been able to sleep with my two eyes closed. This house is haunted Dave. If you don't do something about it, then don't bother coming for me and our son". Those were the words scribbled on the paper.

I grinned as I read it once again. "Wow! the strategy worked out perfectly", I thought aloud.

Of recent, I had been promoted to the rank of a branch manager. Owing to that, the company attached a personal secretary to me.
I began to nurse feelings for the lady. She had just the perfect shape, everything I needed in a woman.

She made several attempts in following me to my place of abode, but I couldn't but stop her. She never knew I was married with a kid.

I didn't wanna lose her. I decided to evict my wife and kid. I devised a means and apparently, it worked out perfectly. Thanks to Baba Ijebu. He made the house unbearable for my wife.

At night, she would hear loud scary croaky voices at the backyard, like that of a toad but whenever she sets out to check, the voices would cease instantly.

At intervals, the taps would turn on automatically and mess up the whole place. The doors would bang occasionally. She would hear clearly, loud voices of humans discussing in the parlour and once she stepped into the parlour to confirm her fears, she saw nobody.

She literally passed through hell within the period I was away. Little wonder she decided to run away, unknown to her that I was behind it all.

The next day, I invited my amiable secretary to come over.

She packed in thereafter.

Fictional write-up|| August 2022.

Good evening everyone!

Here is a beautiful piece meant to spice up your evening.

© Edidiong Uwah





I had a very hectic day at work. I got home very tired and hungry. I stepped into the parlour only to notice something very annoying.

Tiayra was at it again! She destroyed one of the most valuable items placed in the parlour.

Last week, she destroyed the rug carpet which was at the center of the parlour. Today, she decided to ruin the wedding portrait of I and my wife.

I saw the portrait was on the floor, in an inverse position. She must have pushed it off the round table, in an attempt to touch it.

I was furious. Despite all my warnings, she still persisted in destroying items.

Tiayra was brought in by my wife during our trial moments. As at that time, she wasn't blessed with the gift of the womb.

Tiayra turned out to be her companion, best friend, infact, her everything. She was a source of joy to us.

She never gave us hard times, except that she ignorantly destroys one thing or the other in the house. She was still little, we only cautioned her.

But I had vowed to teach her a lesson this time.
I picked up the broken piece portrait and headed directly for her room.
There she lay on the bed as if she hadn't committed any crime.

"Tiayra! Get up!! What's the meaning of this... Who did this?", I yelled as I suspended the portrait in the air for her to see.
I began to scold her but she didn't make any move. She didn't respond either. She just sat there as if nobody was standing before her.

Out of annoyance, I got out of the room and reappeared with a twine. It had some pointed ends.
I hid it behind my back and I got closer to her.
Little did she know I was about to harm her, maybe she would have made an attempt to escape.

What I was about to do would definitely hurt my wife but I wasn't bothered.

I threw the twine swiftly around her neck. I pulled and it clamped to her throat. She began to scream. She struggled to get it off her neck but the pointed edges had pierced deep into her skin.

I held it firmly to her neck for some more seconds. Blood began to gush out abruptly. Her hands slowly fell off her neck.
She fell to the bed and the blood spilled on the sheets.

She died instantly.

Just then, my wife got into the house. She headed directly for Tiayra's room as usual. I tried closing the door against her so I could clean up the mess but it was too late.

She screamed as she saw Tiayra lay lifeless. She began to cry uncontrollably as she rolled on the ground.

"Mike why? Why Mike... Irrespective of what she did, you shouldn't have ended her life this way", she said weeping.

All my efforts to make her calm so I could explain my actions were futile. She wailed the more.

"But it's just a little cat for crying out loud. I could still get you another if you so desire. Look at this! She used her teeth and hands in destroying it", I spoke.

"I'm really sorry" I concluded as I dropped the portrait by her side and walked out.

Fictional write-up|| August 2022.

Good evening everyone!

I do hope y'all had a wonderful day.

There's alot to learn and unlearn from this write up.

It's a fictional write up tho...

But it portrays the kind of society we live in.

You wouldn't wanna skip this!
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I'm open to hire, short term and long term jobs.

Edidiong Uwah

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Being accused of a crime I never committed is one of the things I most dreaded.

Immediately I completed my primary school education, I gained admission into a private secondary school.

I had to live with my aunty because the school was closer to her house. My aunty treated me like her biological son, because of this, I was able to rapport with her children as siblings should.

My junior sister joined me when I was in Jss3 class, she started JSS1 class. Anytime we would go home to our parents, especially on break... She would tell our parents about the goodness of our aunty.

But this kindness was short-lived, something happened towards the end of my SS1, it changed my aunty's perspective about me, and in extension, my sister.

I don't think there's any joy in trying to tarnish someone's image.

There was this group of guys that never wanted to set their eyes on me, reason being that I never toed their paths.

Our teachers always commended my lifestyle whenever they were to be disciplined for misbehaving. That alone increased their hatred towards me. They were behind my setback.

On a fateful afternoon, someone's money got missing in the class, the lady cried and she walked up to my class teacher to report issue. She was an half cast and so her case was treated with all amount of seriousness.

Minutes of grace elapsed for the thief to bring out the money, the search begun. All the bags were taken to the front of the class and searched thoroughly by the teachers. Amidst the search, all the pockets and wallets of we, the students were ransacked.

Some minutes into the search... a bag was lifted up in the air, "who is the owner of this black bag" my class teacher asked.

I didn't bother looking at the bag because I knew I didn't take the money. I was still discussing with my bossom friend when he tapped my shoulders.

"Prince, look up! That should be your school bag, right?" Perplexed, I raised up my eyes, lo and behold, it was my school bag. I couldn't believe my eyesight.

By this time, my class teacher had pronounced a double punishment for the thief, because he or she chose to keep the class waiting. Reluctantly, I moved out to the front of the class, bewildered.

The entire class was disoriented, my colleagues began to mutter some words. I could see the shock on my teachers faces, especially that of my class teacher, as I stepped out to the front of the class.

I was known for my good behavior, moral decadence and uprightness, nobody would have thought that I would be the thief in this case.

The teachers apologised to the lady whose money was stolen. The money was in foreign currency, 2 dollars, which made it easier for it to be found and traced as hers.

All my claims of being innocent of the theft were useless, my pleas were futile, even my class teacher's hands were tight, he couldn't help me, though he would have loved to.

The School management was very strict with cases involving theft, I was doomed.

Two days after, the case was announced. I stood before the entire school at the chapel hall, I was declared a thief and treated as one.

I received 18 unforgettable strokes of the cane, I cried uncontrollably, not because of the pains... but because I was innocent. I was given a three weeks suspension, with an immediate effect. And I was to pay a fine of #10K there after.

I got to my class, packed my belongings. I was about leaving when the lady who's money was recovered, ran towards me. "Please, I am sorry, it's all my fault, I shouldn't have brought dollars to class, I am truly sorry" she said amidst tears. I didn't reply a word, I just left the class. She was my very good friend, I just hope she believed I wouldn't take her money.

I got home on time. I met my aunty in the house, I walked past her without uttering a word. She was surprised that I arrived home on time and without my sister.

She enquired... I showed her the letter, without saying a word, I left for my room.
In the evening hours, she called all of us out to the sitting room. My cousins, her biological children were present.

I told her everything that had befallen me. I emphasized that I was innocent of the crime.
But to my amusement, she flared up.

"What useless innocence are you talking of, if you were innocent, you wouldn't be sent home! Look young man, begin to search for the 10K, because I have no money to give to you. Infact! Go and bring the money I gave to you as pocket money, it will be used in the payment".

"I can't believe I harboured a thief in my home.
And please! Don't teach my kids nonsense!" She concluded as she stormed out of the sitting room.

I began to have issues with my aunty thereafter.
Her kids used the medium to frustrate me and by extension, my sister.

They would pick her money and spend it cowardly. Once she found out some money was missing, she wouldn't bother to ask questions, she would beat the living hell outta me, she would as well starve me for days.

Many atimes I would trek to and fro school, my aunty wasn't bothered. Previledges I did enjoy were been cut off. I was treated like an outcast. My parents knew about all these, but they couldn't help. I had to stay with her if I needed to complete my secondary school education.

Few days to our Weac exams, I got to know the truth.

One early morning, a colleague of mine walked up to me, he said he had something important to tell me. He had given his life to Christ few days back, he decided to confess something to me.

I got to know that he were amongst those that programmed my downfall some years back. On that day, they took the money from the lady's bag.They located my bag and hid the money in my bag pack.

"We did it because you always acted like the best student in the school, we needed to put an end to the constant praises and commendations you got from the staff. I am really sorry, please forgive me" he concluded.

I couldn't believe my ears, I began to weep, the memories were still fresh in my head. The most hurting aspect was, my aunty never relented in making life miserable for me.

For years, I suffered for a crime I never committed.
I was innocent after all!

Please in all we do, we should try not to tarnish one another's image, rather we should work on ourselves to be the best we can.

Good morning everyone!

I do hope y'all had a beautiful night rest.

Here is another beautiful write up.

It's a short story.

It's contents are dramatic and abit comical.

It talks about a young man with a beautiful voice.

One would guess that he literally loved his voice.

But did he?

Find out!
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I am Edidiong Uwah|| Prince Eddie

I'm open to hire, short term and long term jobs.

© August 2022.






Yesterday, I received insults I never bargained for...

My cousin was out of town. He requested I help him get a parcel at one of the parks in Uyo. I was given the guy's number of whom I was to locate and collect the parcel.

I was given some directions on how to get to the park. Immediately I was done in a writing submit, I headed for the park.

I got stranded in the park, because I couldn't locate the guy's store. Worst of all, his phone was switched off. I was stranded for about 45 minutes, I decided to dial his number once again. Luckily for me, he picked up, I was told the exact place I could meet him.

Some few minutes after, I got to the place.

Guys! guess what?

Mannie refused to give the parcel to me, he said he expected a female and not a male... "Over the phone, you sounded like a female, how come you appear as a male. I doubt if u were actually sent to pick up this parcel", those were the guy's words.

All my efforts in explaining I was sent to pick up the parcel were futile. I called my cousin several times, he didn't pick up. I was asked to step aside as he attended to other persons with "matching voices".

After about thirty minutes of waiting, some ladies decided to enquire why a fine boy should be sweating profusely, under the sun.

Gee had the guts to tell the ladies that my voice was that of a female on phone, he expected to see a male and not a female. The ladies bursted into laughter.

"Fine boy, talk mek we hear nau", one of them spoke.
"No call am fine boy, talk pretty boy", another added. There was another round of laughter.

Finally, my cousin called. I explained the issue to him, he spoke to the guy. The guy was still skeptical, he had to call a photographer... a photograph of myself was sent to my cousin. You could imagine the nonsense!

My cousin ascertained I was the person sent to get the parcel. Further clarifications were done, I was given the parcel.

Worst of it all, the ladies decided to make a mockery of me. They said they would help me get a cab to my destination.

They brought an umbrella for my head, the umbrella was pink in color, as if I were a lady. I was escorted by four ladies, they chanted "pretty boy" as we walked out of the park. They made a public show of me.

I was embarrassed beyond measure, all because I possessed a treble like voice. A voice that was given to me by God.

... And some persons who have just read this, will still have the guts to say, "how can I laugh in a way that pleases God".

God dey sha!

Good evening everyone!

I hope y'all had a wonderful day.

This Fictional write-up portrays a family.

The lady was barren for years.

She was desperate to bear children for her husband.

But could she?

Find out!
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© Edidiong Uwah





Alice was rushed to the hospital by her husband. The nine months pregnancy was due.

The nurses had her placed on a trolley. She was taken to the Intensive Care Unit.

This wasn't her first time in a delivery room. She had already given birth to two kids before this time. She was going for her third...

The third delivery was abit difficult than the others. It seemed as if she was giving birth in hell.
She pushed consistently for hours but the baby wasn't forthcoming.

The doctors opted for a ceserean session to be conducted. But first, they had to seek the consent of her husband.

Her husband's hands were visibly vibrating when the consent form was brought so he could sign. He was almost in tears, it was as if he was signing the death warrant of his beloved wife and baby.

The nurses began swift preparations for the ceserean session. They assured Alice severally that she and her baby would be fine.

Just then, a cold wind swept across the room. It was so cold to the extent that Alice began to shiver.

Someone cloth in a black overall walked in. He had no pupils in his eyes, but surprisingly, he could see. His lips were meshed together with a thread. He couldn't talk.

The nurses couldn't see him neither did they feel the wind that swept across the room.

He walked towards Alice, her heart melted with fear. He dipped his hands into his pockets, he brought out his glooves.

Fresh blood was dripping from the glooves as he wore them on his hands.

He got closer to her bed, expanded her legs and inserted his hands into her reproductive organ. Alice tried to let out a scream but her voice couldn't cross her lips.

He tore her uterus with his hands and ripped out the baby from her womb. Alice watched as he walked out of the room with the soul of her baby, but she couldn't stop him.

Tears rolled down her cheeks but the nurses couldn't understand her tears. She had indirectly destroyed the life of her innocent baby girl.

Alice was barren for about eight years before she conceived her first child. She was desperate to bear children for her husband.

During her trial moments, she joined an occult group with the hope they could give her children. Her husband wasn't in the know.

After her very first delivery, she was meant to say "thank you" with a soul. Alice couldn't do such an evil act, she denounced her membership in the group. She ran away.

She concieved yet again, she bore her second child. Yet still, she refused to give out a soul. They kept sending in their warnings but she was adamant.

The Occult group swung into action during her third delivery. The messenger was sent to take the soul of her baby girl, since she refused to meet the demands of the organization.

The Ceserean session was carried out. Her baby was already dead.

The medical practitioners sympathized with both Alice and her husband. Alice's husband wept like a baby.

He always wished he could have a baby girl, the others were boys.

Little did he know that his wife was behind his misfortune. She couldn't tell him either.

Good morning everyone!
I hope y'all had an awesome night rest.

This Fictional write-up is quite emotional and heart breaking.

It's contents are original, created by me.

Pidgin and British English are used in the contents.

I specialize in writing fictions of all sorts.

I'm open to hire!

© Edidiong Uwah





"Oga, Good afternoon Sir", the security man saluted as he greeted me.
"Yeah, how you dey", I asked.
"Oga see your boy o, I just dey", the security man replied.

I was about leaving when the security man said,
"Oga, find the least give your boys nau". I smiled as I searched my pocket; I did not have much on me, "Omor nothing dey o, next time abeg" I said.

The security guy then said, "This one una close work early today..."
"Yes, work load no too much today" I interrupted.

"Alright take care", I said as I took my leave.
I was elated as I exited the hospital premises. Early this morning, I was contemplating on going for a little shopping after work, because I was uncertain when I would close from work.

Work load was less, owing to that, our boss permitted us to leave early enough. Immediately I got out of the premises, I boarded a cab to the shopping city or plaza in the heart of the town.

I got to the shopping city some few minutes after, I walked smartly to my favorite mall. I began to bargain the prices of some sleeve shirts, jeans and trousers for my cooperate wears.

Amidst the interaction with my potential marketer, I noticed something fishy in some mall, a stone-throw from mine.

Some random guy, I guess they are called pick-pocket guys... dipped his hands into a woman's bag and took out her cell phone. The woman didn't notice that as she was arguing the price of some fruits with the fruit vendor.

Some brave by-passers and buyers who spotted him, began to follow the thief in the midst of the crowd. He struggled to get away with the item, but the persons who were following him were pressing hard on him.

He smartly dropped the cell phone into the bag pack of some innocent guy at a nearby mall. The innocent guy was about leaving with the stuffs he bought, ignorant of the phone in his bag pack.

The pick pocket guy then turned around and yelled, distracting everyone in the shopping city.
"O boy! where the phone, where the phone dey?"
The innocent guy was confused... "Where that woman phone wey you carry?" he added.

Before the innocent guy could spell "Jack Robinson", the thief brought out the phone from his bag pack. He waved the phone in the air for all to see.

The woman whose phone was stolen arrived the scene, she identified the phone to be hers.
Immediately, the real thief, the pick pocket guy stylishly left the scene.

The persons who were pursuing the thief were a bit confused, but they had no choice than to descend on the new thief.

The innocent guy wasn't given the opportunity to declare his innocence as some street guys began
to drive nails, pins, wires, different sharp objects, into his body.

He was tossed from one place to another. He was beaten into unconsciousness as nobody could save him. All the pleas from I and some women who witnessed the entire event were to no avail.

Finally, a tyre was thrown around his neck and he was lit up, alive!

It was a scene nobody should behold and I wouldn't wish such on my worst enemy.

Good evening everyone!

I'm here yet again with another fictional write up.
It's a twisted story. The contents are original and it's created by me.

I specialize in writing fictions of all sort.
I'm open to hire by legit companies, brands, blogs and individuals.

© Edidiong Uwah




Having a girlfriend is something I never found interesting, but I decided to give it a try.

Kate was a beautiful young lady with the figure 8 shape. She was fair in complexion, very intelligent but very quiet. She wasn't much of a social person but if she becomes aquainted with a person, she disturbs like never before.

We began to date in earnest. Our first few weeks, we got to know and understand each other better. After a month, we became real love birds, it was as if we knew each other from birth or for many years.

Kate would visit me occasionally, atleast twice in a week. We would study together, cook and eat, play, she would help me with my laundry, house chores, etc. She spent most of the nights in my lodge. She wasn't a distraction but an encouragement and a pillar of support to me.

Months into dating, my life began to transform tremendously. My smiles were radiant, depression was gone. Financially, academically, pyschologically, physically, name it, I was doing very well.

One could notice the positive changes in all aspects of my life. I also ensured I gave out the best of the bests. I worked so hard in order to make her happy and comfortable.

I heard a knock on the door severally...
I was lost in thoughts.

Yes! It was all but an imagination. Kate had died in a ghastly motor accident, some six months back.
We were getting along tho but we never had a dating life, I only wished we did.

Her death actually left a vacuum in my life!

A TWIST!

Good morning everyone!

Here is another beautiful fictional write up. It's a twisted story. It's original and it's created by me.

© Edidiong Uwah




I got home at the eve of the day, only to realize something hurting.

My baby brother had destroyed the screen of my laptop. I left the laptop charging in the sitting room this afternoon, I was out for a birthday party in a club.

I was so furious, I left for the room where he lays. I found him playing on the bed with his toys.

I began to scold him with my words, but it seemed he was literally engrossed in playing with the toys. He acted as if nobody stood before him.

Out of annoyance, I held his right ear, pulled it in a manner that would hurt him alittle.

To my earnest surprise, he didn't move abit. He didn't react to that action of mine. He was still playing.
Could it be, the method of discipline doesn't hurt him anymore? I asked myself.

Just then, my mom rushed into the room. I greeted her but she didn't respond to my greetings, neither did she act like I was in the room.

She picked up my baby brother from his bed...
"Darling, I got a distress call from the hospital. It's pertaining your eldest brother. We have to get to the hospital now" she said.

My baby brother nodded his head in agreement, as if he understood my mom's words. They left the room in a jiffy.

But I'm home, I thought to myself. I'm not in the hospital.

It then dawned on me that I had died in the hospital, some minutes before my mom received the call.

I had a ghastly motor accident while returning from the club house, I was taken to the hospital where I gave up the ghost.

My spirit returned home but my body lay lifeless in the accident and emergency ward.

My body was dead but my spirit lived on.

A TWIST!

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© Edidiong Uwah



Having searched for jobs in the nooks and crannies of Uyo but found none... I decided to tell my uncle about it, he bases in Lagos with his family.

I sent my credentials to him. He was able to secure a good part time job for me at a marketing and communication firm. It's been one week since I began to work there.

Today, I arrived work abit late, due to the heavy traffic. My boss decided to discipline me, I was appointed the errand boy for the day, even a little baby could ask me to clean up his poop and I wouldn't argue.

Around noon, I was sent to drop a documentary at a nearby firm, I was given the transport fare. I got to the firm immediately, I did as I was told.

On leaving the firm for my work place, I participated in a "marathon" I never bargained for.
I was about getting to the junction where I would take a cab, only to notice people running helter skelter.

As a "true" Nigerian, I didn't bother to ask questions, I began to run alongside the others. I covered about a distance of 3 kilometers before I got tired and halted. I asked another running mate of mine why he was running, he said he saw others running, he decided to join them. I was so bittered about my stupidity.

But it never dawned on me that I would thereafter witness what I had never seen before. I only saw such on movies or heard about it as tales.

I had hit an old woman in the process of trying to halt. Immediately I was done talking with the random "runner", I turned around and walked up to her inorder to apologise, only to witness something dramatic but evil.

The old woman pointed her finger to my feet, picked up some amount of sand, brought out a white tiny nylon from her bag and put the sand in. Fear gripped me.

I quickly got on my knees and apologized for hitting her, it was unintentional, I explained. She didn't say a word, she just looked at me and began to move.
I walked by her side, pleaded with her to at least drop the sand, I was ready to do anything inorder to achieve that feat.
We covered some distance, I was still pleading.

At some point she paused and spoke for the first time, "Young man, go home, I have taken care of the matter already".
"Taken care of the matter? What does she mean by that statement" I asked myself. I pleaded yet again for her to drop the sand.

"You don't wanna go back right? well... follow me to my house, you will do some stuffs for me before I could think of forgiving you" she said. I was abit elated but at the same time scared.

We diverted into a little street, I looked around, the place was lively, businesses were on going.
We got to a house with a large black gate. We proceeded into the compound, I actually felt we were going into the house when she walked past the building.

At the other side of the compound, there was a small but thick black gate. She pushed it open, we both walked through. She bolted the gate. I was scared because I couldn't sight any building ahead.

Just then, two pythons with human heads crawled out from only God knows where. They bowed to her as she touched their heads.
On seeing that, I began to urinate unconsciously into my panties, I wished the ground would just open up and swallow me.

My legs were visibly vibrating, I managed to turn around in a bid to escape, only to notice that the path I walked through had become a thick forest with tall trees. I couldn't sight the house we walked passed.

The pythons were crawling towards me when the woman spoke, "he's here to perform some task for me, leave him alone... get back!" she yelled. The pythons turned around and crawled back, before I could regain myself, they had disappeared.

"Don't be afraid my son, remember you insisted on following me, let's keep moving" she said. I had no choice but to move along.

We moved along some bushy paths till we got to a small hut. Beside it, was a little stream.
"You will fetch water from that stream and fill some cans in that hut, once you are done, you would be allowed to go back home and your sins will be forgiven" she said.

As we got closer to the hut, I heard some croaky voices. At the foot of the hut were human skulls, but these skulls could speak. Fresh blood was still dripping from their eye sockets, they greeted the old woman.

At this point, I had began to release some tiny poop from my bumbum. I couldn't believe all that I saw.
She took me in, showed me the cans I would fill up, gave me a tiny bucket with which I would use in fetching the water.

We got to the little stream, the toads were faceless, they only had four eyes on their stomachs. She stretched out her hands, the toads jumped out of the water. I was instructed by the woman to begin the fetching.

By this time, sweat had soaked up my entire clothes.
I gathered up courage and began to fetch the water.
An hour later, I was done.

Just then, the woman emerged from the floor of the hut, I couldn't tell if she was a spirit or human but I recognized she was the one.

She looked around to ascertain if the cans were filled with water. Thereafter, she took me outside, pulled out the tiny nylon and blew away the sand.
"Go! your sins are forgiven" she said.

Just then, I found myself at the point I began the "marathon".
I took a cab directly to my work place, I shared my experience with my boss, he asked me to put it into writing.

And that's exactly what you just read!