I was at Miranda’s house when my younger sister came looking for me. She said my elder brother had just come to the village to take me to town to begin a new life. I had been living in the village for two years now, doing absolutely nothing. That was after my high school education. I had plans of going to Nigeria in a month’s time to go and forge a life for myself. That was what I was discussing with Miranda before my younger sister interrupted.

Miranda was a good friend of mine and she also lived in my neighbourhood. She was a nursing mother as she had just given birth to a pair of twins. As fate would have it however, one of the babies died a few days later. She was seriously heartbroken over the death of her child and, it put her in a terrible mood. Every now and then, I visited her just to make sure she was not too depressed. She was a single mother because the father of her kids had refused to acknowledge the pregnancy.

I left Miranda’s house and went home to meet my elder brother. I hadn’t seen him in a while, and I was happy to see him again. He told me he had been sent by my elder sister to come and get me. He said we would be leaving the very next day. However, that didn’t go well with me. I told him it was too sudden for me, and I needed at least three days to round off my activities in the village, say a proper goodbye to my friends and spend some time with my good friend, Miranda before leaving. He accepted. That night, I went again to Miranda’s house to break the news to her.

“I will be leaving to the city, Miranda. I know this is rather a disconcerting news to you. However, there is no easy way to say it.” I revealed.

“What? You want to leave me all alone in this village? By the way, are you going for a visit or is it permanent?”

“It’s permanent, Miranda. My elder brother has come to get me. I will be going there to either resume school, learn a trade of do some business.”

“I will miss you so much. Just now that I have come close to you and have begun to be really fond of you, you are leaving.” She was sad.

“It’s alright, my dear. Travelling is not death. We will see again soon, alright?” I tried to calm her down.

“Alright, please, don’t forget me and be careful.”

“I will, Miranda, I will. I will come back to visit you as soon as I am fully settled in the city.”

“Thank you and please, be a good boy and make me proud.”

“Yes, I will, Mom.” I said and laughed. She laughed too and gave me a tight hug. Her baby started crying and she had to let me go.

Just so it is clear, I wasn’t dating Miranda and neither had I ever dated her or had any plans to. She was just a good friend, and I was someone who respected friendship. I was good at maintaining boundaries. But who knows what would have happened between us if I stayed in the village much longer?

It was the day to leave the village and begin a new life in the city. For starters, I had never lived in the city before. It was my first opportunity. I got up that morning, bathed, dressed up in what at that time I thought was my finest, packed my bag and was ready to go. My elder brother had just a hand luggage so, he was ready in no time. I said goodbye to my mum and kid sister, hugged them affectionately and got onto the waiting bus with my brother.

The journey was safe and successful, and we got to the city in about five hours. I had been hungry all through the trip but I was too excited to see the city and its sights that I refused to eat anything until I had reached my destination.

I couldn’t believe my eyes when I got to the city. It was so beautiful. The streets were clean and there were so many tall buildings and beautiful cars. The people in the city were also well dressed and that was when I realized that what I thought was my best dressing was actually nothing to write home about. I looked very, very out of place. I made a firm resolve that as soon as I was able, I would get some new clothes and become like one of the city folks.

We boarded a taxi and drove to our house. My elder sister was very happy that we had made the journey safely. After I had eaten and rested, my elder sister told me that I had been asked to come to the city so that I could do some kind of business to help myself. She said she had started a telephone booth business and she would love that I run it for the time being before something better was prepared for me. She said everything was already arranged and all that was needed was to help me learn how to use a phone. That night, my elder brother taught me how to use a phone.

I was a fast learner. Back in my school days, I used to be one of the top students in my class. So, learning how to use a mobile phone took me under an hour to learn. The next day, I was shown the location of the telephone booth and was to start working the very next day.

The next day, haven bathed and dressed in my best clothes, which were still very out of place in the city, I went to the work place to begin my day one hustling. Everything was new to me. The telephone booth was just beside the main road. That made the place very noisy. There were too many taxis and so many people going up and down that it made me wonder where all those people were going to.

I sat at my booth and slowly observed my surroundings. It is said that when a tadpole is dropped into fresh water, it takes some time for it to master the forces around. That was exactly what I was doing. I, of course, noticed the main road in front of me, the public tap by my right, the primary school on the left and a few residential buildings at the back. I wondered the kind of people who lived there.

I had no friends yet and I felt lonely. The telephone booth was new so, not many customers were coming. I sat there and thought of Miranda and her baby and I missed them. I missed my mum and kid sister too very much. I couldn’t wait to see them again. I wondered what my life would look like in the city. I badly wanted to go the university. There was a university in the city, and I figured that was my opportunity.

I was deep in thoughts about my future in the city that I didn’t notice that there was a customer in front of me. The customer brought me out of my reverie and when I raised my eyes to look at her, it was a beautiful city girl smiling at me.

TO BE CONTINUED
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I am a married man with five children. I cannot say I am a widower. My wife didn’t die, neither has she died. She didn’t run away. What happened to her is still a mystery. A mystery I brought on myself because of my insatiable thirst for beautiful and fair-skinned women.

I was a hunter. My father was a hunter too and so was my grandfather. Hunting has run in our family for generations and now it was my turn. For a not so educated man like me who lived in the village, I found no other profitable job to do. Hence, I had to follow in the footsteps of my ancestors.

I am an old man now, almost seventy years. However, in my heydays, I was a tall and handsome young man. I was also strong and intelligent. My unique physical and psychological features made me the dream man of every village girl. However, it was like some strange village god was directing my life. In spite of all the attention I got from many a village maiden, I had no interest in any of them. I was still in my prime and felt there was no need to hurry. I concentrated on my hunting business and put all my energy into it.

I was not just an ordinary hunter. I was an elephant hunter. It was a risky business, very risky. Firstly, I stood the risk of running into trouble with the law, since ivory was illegal in most parts of the country. Secondly, I didn’t use a normal hunting gun like most other hunters did. I had been able to procure a military-grade weapon; AK 47 to be precise. Thus, I was able to kill elephants without any difficulty. I sold the tusks in the black market and the meat to the village people.

There were lots and lots of risks involved in hunting elephants. Their colossal size was one of these risks. In a case where your gun got jammed, and the elephants decided to chase you, you would be in serious trouble. There was an incident I was once involved in. I was in the forest, hunting. Suddenly, I was confronted by a group of elephants. There were about twenty of them. As strange as it may seem, the elephants seemed to recognize I was their foe. They came at me with all prejudice. I was sure I was going to die that day. But, I didn’t. I opened fire at them. Six times, I fanned the hammer and six elephants dropped dead. The rest of them took to their heels.

To be very honest with you, you cannot be an elephant hunter and not have a little bit of black magic. You can call it witchcraft if you like, but it isn’t. Witchcraft is a dark and powerful magic. What I possessed was powerful but I won’t altogether call it black. Afterall, it helped me with my livelihood, my daily bread. So, how could I call it dark?!

The truth is that, some elephants are not mere elephants. Not all of them are ordinary elephants. Some are people’s totems. I am serious when I tell you this. Many years ago, as a young man, I had been confronted with many of such totems. There was one particular incident that is still fresh in my memory. I had made a bet with an old man in the village. He had claimed to have an elephant totem in the village and had promised to deal with me. I warned him and told him I was going to shoot him if I see his elephant. There was no way of distinguishing between an ordinary elephant and a totem. He thought I was joking.

The very next day, I was on my way to the forest to hunt. I had not even gone far into the bush when I saw a massive elephant standing on my way. I pulled out my AK and was about to fire when the elephant’s head suddenly transformed into that of a human. It was the old man who had made a bet with me. He begged me in his human voice to call his challenge a bluff and spare him. I didn’t. I fired two shots and he dropped. Luckily for him, he was close to the village. When I shot him, his human form dropped dead at home. He quickly confessed and his totem was changed and a new one given to him. Thus, his life was saved. Next time, he would be more careful.

I know you are surprised how someone’s totem can be changed. Yes, it’s possible. This world is more mysterious than you could ever fathom. In the underworld, where people have totems, when the totem is killed, the owner automatically has to die. Your totem is like an extension of you. It’s like your soul. It’s like your avatar. Whatever affects it, affects you. However, you have to be bold enough and explain to the top witches and wizards in the village that your totem has been killed. If you do that on time, you will be given a new one and your life saved. If you don’t, you will die. Most people don’t know about this and die ignorantly.

Sometimes, when you are initiated into witchcraft, you are not told immediately. In such a case, you have a totem roaming the bushes but you are not aware. The connection between you and your totem has not yet been established. Thus, if your totem is killed, you die without even seeing it coming. Most of the other older totems are usually selfish. When they are in the bush, in their animal forms, looking for food, the make sure the newer and unintelligent totems stay in front. They use them as a shield just in case a hunter shows up. If a hunter attacks, the ones in front will be killed and the older ones spared. It’s like being put at the war front where the fighting is heaviest. This world is mystery.

Anyway, enough on lectures about witchcraft. Let’s get back to my story. One day, I was in the forest, hunting. It was a bad day. I hadn’t shot anything all day. Not even an ant. I was tired, hungry and thirsty. I decided to go to a river in the middle of the forest to have a drink and quench my thirst. When I got to about twenty meters to the river, I was shocked by what I saw. I saw a group of very beautiful women bathing in the river. They were all stark naked but I couldn’t see where they had kept their clothes.

I wondered in my mind how such beautiful women would be bathing in a river in the middle of an African jungle. The river itself had always scared even me. It was dark, wide and deep. The sound it made as it flowed could be heard from a kilometer away. But the women seemed not to be afraid. They were enjoying their bath, splashing, dancing and playing with each other with merriment. They were all very beautiful in a mysterious kind of way. However, there was one that was particularly striking. I was deeply puzzled and decided that there was more to it that met the ordinary eye. I hid behind some bushes and waited to see what would happen.

TO BE CONTINUED
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I was in high school and she was in Junior Secondary School. There was about five year’s difference between us. I was a prefect in the school. I was the social prefect. She was in her first year in the secondary. She was nevertheless a bit too big for her age. That was why she wasn’t very afraid of me when I came to their class that morning to flex and exercise my new powers. I had always wanted to be a prefect, so when the opportunity finally presented itself, I was very happy. I fact, I was overjoyed.

I was the social prefect and that meant I was in charge of all the school gala nights and every other social outings. I came from a good home by village standards in those days. A car brought my sisters and I every morning to school. We spoke English at home unlike other kids who spoke Pidgin English. My uniform was nicely tailored and I always carried myself with the airs of an aristocrat.

Almost every girl in school wanted to hang out with me because of the aforementioned reasons. I had a lot of girls at my disposal. However, of all the girls I would have used, of all the hearts I would have broken, I fell in love with a first year student in the junior secondary. I have to reiterate that she was a bit bigger for her age. I have to state this clearly otherwise you will spend the rest of your reading of this story thinking I am a pervert.

I was in their class that morning to punish some students who didn’t show up for the normal Wednesday after school exercise. I had a long list in one hand and a whip in the other. I had already called the names of the students and they were now standing in front of the class. She happened to be one of them. She was the first on the line. I asked her to come forward and hold the bench so I could whip her. She hesitated a little and then came forward. Instead of her to make her buttocks available to my whip, she calmly walked up to me and asked:

“Senior, can you please forgive us?”

I was completely taken aback. Prefects were generally feared, for her to have come up to me like that required great courage on her part. I put down the whip and looked at her intently.

“You are saying I should forgive every one of you?” I asked in disbelief. I was actually in a beating mood that morning.

“Yes, senior. Please!” She begged.

Her courage drew my curiosity.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Efundem”

“You are very courageous. Because of you, I will forgive everybody. Now all of you get back to your seats.” I ordered.

There was a general round of applause and cheers as the children all moved to their seats. I asked Efundem to meet me outside. She did.

“You have saved the class today. You have saved your friends.” I said.

“No, you did.” She corrected me. “You saved them. You shouldn’t be carrying that whip around like one ‘nwa teacher’. You look too good for that.”

“Really, are you sure?” I asked.

“Yes you shouldn’t. Students look up to you. The whole school looks up to you. However, students are beginning to hate you since you were made a prefect. You have to stop.” She lectured.

“Ok. I will do my best.” I promised. I was dumbfounded. Her courage, gentle ways and frankness had completely taken me off guard. I left immediately and went back to my class. I spent the rest of the day thinking of our encounter that I got distracted in class and was sent out of the Philosophy class. It was almost break time so it didn’t make any difference to me.

It was break time now. I was sitting on a bench in front of our class when she happened to pass by. She came to me, greeted and didn’t continue.

“What do you want?” I asked.

“I sell sweets. Do you want some?”

“No, I don’t have money to buy. I have had lunch already and I am fresh out of cash.” I explained.

“I will lend it out to you and you will pay later.” She quickly said.

“You are not serious. Are you?” I asked, my eyebrows rose in disbelief.

“Damn serious” She said.

She gave me some and I ate while we chatted and laughed. It seemed so odd and so strange because of the differences in our class and status in school. However, somehow it also felt oddly right. She was round, average height slightly fair and beautiful with honest eyes. I was average height too but taller than her, brown, broad shoulders, sexy eyes and a husky voice.

Soon the bell for after break rung and she left hurriedly back to her class. We promised to see again the following day. That was the beginning of something I didn’t bargain for but which actually steered my life to a whole new direction for the next several years.

TO BE CONTINUED
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I was only sixteen years old and in the fifth year in the secondary. I lived with my uncle in a neighbouring town where I schooled because there were no secondary schools in those days in the village. As a result, young boys and girls in the village envied those who schooled in town. It was a rare privilege back then. Those of us who lived and schooled in town used the holiday period to flex in the village and speak big English, thereby intimidating the poor village folks.

The holiday was the worst time for village guys. That was because, they were very sure of losing their village girlfriends to the students who had come for holiday. The guys worked extremely hard to keep their girls. However, they always failed because the village girls always got carried away by the swagger of the students from town. The students dressed well, spoke big English and sang all the latest Western Hip Hop and Naija Afro Beats. I was one of these students and this is my story.

I had arrived the village immediately my school closed. I had communicated with my friends and we arranged to hit the village the same day. It was late in the evening when we got to the village. My friends headed for their various houses while I went to mine. My younger sisters and my mum were very pleased to see me. My sisters, especially, couldn’t wait to have me back at home. That was because I always made them merry. I was that kind of person who couldn’t pass you by the corridor without pulling your ears or cracking a joke. They loved my company.

One morning, my mum woke me early and asked me to go and fetch water from the public tap. I took two twenty liters containers and went to the tap. When I got there, I met a girl of about my own age who had come to fetch water, too. However, because I was a male and stronger, I intimidated her and told her I was going to fill my containers before she filled hers though she got there a few seconds before me, and it was her logical right to fetch before me. She didn’t want any trouble from me, so, she agreed. I was happy that I had intimidated her, but I was in for a little surprise.

The public tap had this type of faucets that required you to press it at the top for the water to flow. When I stood my container on the ground, I was going to start pressing the tap for it to flow when the girl interrupted. She said she was going to help me do it. I was confused. Was it not that same girl whom I had just maltreated? I was expecting her to be angry with me. What was happening? Why has she instead decided to do me a favour. My conscience almost killed me as I stood there waiting for my containers to be filled while she pressed the tap for me.

After she was done, I took my containers away and started walking home. I couldn’t even look into her eyes. She had just taught me a very good lesson in life. A lesson I haven’t forgotten to this day. She taught me never to pay evil for evil. I went home feeling guilty and promised myself that if fate allows it, someday, I was going to make it up to her by apologizing.

The next day, in the evening, my mum announced to everyone that we would be going to the farm the following morning. I hated going to the farm, not because I was lazy, but because the farm was too far. Each time my mum announced that we were going to the farm the next day, I spent the whole night grieving and imagining myself walking such a long distance, carrying a big bag of casava on my head.

Well, it was my regular job to fetch water whenever I was at the village. But then, my mum had announced we were going to the farm the following morning, and we would be needing water to wash and soak the casava we would harvest from the farm. That meant I had to fetch water that night instead of the following morning. I took my favourite two twenty liters containers and went to the public tap. As fate would have it, the lady I had met the other day, the one who had made me feel guilty because of her kindness was also there. I realized it was my opportunity to make amends.

“Good morning.” I greeted.

“Good morning.”

“My name is Romeo, how about you?”

“Violet.”

“Ok, I am sorry about the other day. I shouldn’t have treated you the way I did.”

“It’s alright. It’s normal with you guys who come from the city, especially the students. You think you have made it in life and can oppress anyone.”

“Oppress?” I asked. “That is a very strong word na? Anyway, I am making no excuses. Just want you to forgive me.”

“I did already. I already forgave you.”

“Thank you.”

“Welcome.”

I paused for a while as I watched the steady stream of water filled my containers.

“Where do you live?” I asked.

“In the mission compound.”

“Who do you live with?”

“With my elder brother and his family. How about you?”

“I live down there.” I said, pointing to our house which wasn’t far from the public tap.

“If you live in that house, it means Gift is your sister?” She asked.

“You are right. She is my younger sister. Do you know her?”

“Yes, we are friends.”

My containers were now filled to the brim. I said goodbye and started walking home, staggering under the weight of the two containers I was carrying in both hands. She carried her bucket on her head and went to the opposite direction. After a few seconds, my hands were becoming numb, so, I put the containers on the ground to rest my hands.

When I did this, I turned around to see if I could steal a glance at her. I regretted that immediately because she turned around at the exact same time, too. Our eyes met and I froze. She smiled, turned around and continued walking gracefully home. I decided that I would make inquiries about her and see what to do next.

The next morning, my mom, my two younger sisters, Gift and Faith and me were going to the farm, dressed in tattered farm clothing when I saw her. Her brother’s wife might have sent her to get some groceries from a corner store because she was holding a black plastic bag in one had. She looked at me and smiled. I smiled back. I wanted to talk to her but didn’t know how to do that with my mum present. So, I pretended to take a leak while my mum and sisters went ahead. She came close and smiled again.

“Where are u going to?” I asked.

“Actually, it’s "coming from". I am coming from that store there. Went to buy.”

“Ok, I am going to the farm with my family. Will you be at the tap tonight?” I asked.

“Maybe, I don’t know yet.”

“Alright, I will be there.” I told her without anybody asking me.

“Alright, better start going. Your mum is waiting for you.” She advised.

“OK. Bye.”

“Bye”

I quickened my pace so as to catch up with my mum and sisters. When I caught up with them. My mum asked,

“What were you and that girl talking about?” She asked.

“Nothing mum, just about school.” I lied.

“I don’t believe you. Ome ka nnaya. You are going to be like your father. Be careful. If you get someone’s child pregnant, you are on your own. I have told you my own.” My mum said.

I smiled. I barely even heard what she said. In my mind, I was seriously waiting for evening to come so that I could be able to see Violet again.

TO BE CONTINUED
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I was in the village for the holiday. Most of my friends hadn’t come down for the holiday so the holiday was boring. I spent all my days helping my mother at the farm and browsing on my phone in the night. There was no electricity in the village. Hence, every now and then, I had to go to the mission compound to get my phone charged. The mission compound had a generator that ran from 6:00 PM to 10:00 PM every day. Sometimes, when I was not able to go to the mission compound, I went to town and got it charged using a generator.

I had been online all day. It was nearing evening when my phone ran down. At about 6:30 PM, I told my mum I would be going to town to charge my phone. She asked me to take hers too. She was using a “choronko” and her battery was still pretty full. However, she insisted that I take hers along so that I would be compelled to come back early. I couldn’t take the risk of coming back home when she was already asleep. I would be in big trouble.

I was in town now and I had already connected the phones. I could not go home until they were charged, so I decided to move around town while I waited. I came down to a bar called Travellers, bought a bottle of drink and sipped slowly. I couldn’t hurry. Hurrying would mean finishing the drink early and the bartender would immediately ask me to live. No one was allowed there who was not drinking.

It was 10:00 PM now. I had had finished my drink, collected my phones and was about to head home when I noticed a female sitting just outside Travellers. Holiday usually brings people of all sorts to the village, especially girls. I was in the university and it was normal for university students to flex their muscles when they were in the village. I couldn’t remember haven seen that particular face before so I decided to go talk to her. I adjusted my dress, changed my gait and swaggered towards her.

“Hello” I said.

“Hi” she responded, raising her eyes that had been deeply buried in her phone. “How may I be of help to you?”

“Won’t you allow me make the necessary introductions first?” I asked, my head tilted to one side.

She didn’t respond.

“My name is Luther. I just blew into town a few days ago. What’s your name?” I asked.

“Annie”

“Nice name”

“Thanks”

“What are you doing in the village? I asked. Are you here on holiday?”

“No, I live here.”

“Wow! I am here almost every holiday but have never met you before.”

“You haven’t been looking hard enough.” She said, smiling.

“I guess so. Your beauty is too flagrant to pass unnoticed.” I said

She smiled.

I actually wasn’t flattering her. She was beautiful for real. I had had a lot of experiences with beautiful girls. Bad experiences to be precise; I had therefore made up my mind to avoid sharply beautiful girls and go for the normal ones. Nevertheless, I was in the village and life was boring so I decided to take another risk. Annie was slim; too slim, light skinned, average height and long hair that rested on her shoulders. She also had cat eyes.

“Well, what are you doing in town at this time?” I asked. “Children your age should be sleeping.

She laughed.

“I am not a child for your information.” She said, smiling. “However, since you want to know, my mum sells food here and I am here to help her."

“That’s cool. I will be going home now. It’s late already. It was a pleasure meeting you. Please, make sure you go home soon.” I said.

“Ok, thanks. I wish we were going the same direction. My neighbourhood is really dark at night. I would have made use of your company.”

“Where do you live?”

“Betock Staff.”

“I live around that area too. I could wait for you to pack your stuff and we can live together.”

“Ok, as long as it is convenient to you. I don’t want to be a bore to you.” She said.

“No! You are not a bore. For a girl as beautiful as you are, a man can do anything. I will gladly wait."

Some ten minutes later, we were walking home; her and me. It was very dark but the light of my phone helped us to see our way.

“What will you be doing tomorrow?” I asked, suddenly.

“Nothing really.” she said. I won’t be selling tomorrow, but I have some house chores to do."

“When will you be done with your house chores?”

“By 2 PM.”

“OK”

We had now reached where I was supposed to take a side road that led to my house. I didn’t take the road yet. I continued walking with her because I had to make sure she got home safely. We walked silently for a while then we got to her house.

“Good night.” I said.

“Good night.”

“Wish I could stay longer with you.”

“Hmm!”

“Can I see you tomorrow?”

“Depends.”

Silence

“Good night.”

“Good night.”

She got into their house and I turned around and ran back home. If I got there and my mum was asleep already, I would be sure of receiving free legal advice early the next morning.

TO BE CONTINUED
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It was payday. I had just received my salary and as usual, my first priority was my mother. I always sent her monthly allowance even before I went home after work on pay days. She lived in Nigeria, and I lived in Cameroon. Hence, sending her money was a little bit complex. Western Union would be the right choice, but the charges were enormous. So, I decided to use MTN Mobile money to send. It was cheaper, fast and reliable. Haven made up my mind, I went across the road to a mobile money point that was closest to where I work. When I got there, I met a lady and greeted her.

“Good afternoon”

“Good afternoon”

“You do Mobile Money here, I suppose?”

“Yes, we do. Do you want to send or receive?”

“Send”

“Within the country or out of the country?”

“Out of the country.”

“Which country?”

“Nigeria”

“How much?”

“50,000”

I handed the money to her; gave her my mum’s details and she conducted the transaction. A few seconds later, I got a notification from MTN that my transaction was successful. I was about walking out of the place when she said:
“Hmm! Your mum should be lucky.”

“How do you mean?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.

“She has a son who sends her money.”

“Oh! That? Of course, na. That woman made a lot of sacrifices for me. No matter how broke I am, I must always set aside something for her.”

“Are you the only child?” She asked.

“No”

“You are the first?”

“No, the fifth.”

“Wow!! You are the fifth child, and you care about your mother so much? I thought you were the first. Are you the last?” She was persistent. I hated persistence.

“No, I have two beautiful younger sisters. I am the last male, however.” I told her.

“Anha!! That makes sense now. Mummy’s boy.” She said and smiled. I laughed out loud. “Your mum should love you a lot.”

“Of course, she does. She even gave me her father’s name.” I revealed.

“What’s your name?”

“John”

“Old name”

“I don’t blame you.” I said lightheartedly. And you are Mary?”

“So, because you are John, I should be Mary?” She asked, smiling.

“Makes sense to me.” We both laughed.

“My name is Florence.”

I didn’t know why she was asking so many questions about me. We had only just met but she was treating me like we had known each other for ages. Like I said, I was just back from work. It had been a long day and I was feeling tired. So, I told her I would be leaving.

“Anyway, I have to go now.” I spoke. It was a pleasure doing business with you.”

“The pleasure is all mine.”

I stepped out of the place and tried to get a bike that would take me home. My car was at the mechanic, and I was scheduled to collect it the following day. I needed change in order to get a bike. I had stopped about four bikes but none of them would accept to carry me because of change wahala. So, I went back to Florence.

“Can you lend me some coins?” I asked.

“How much?”

“Three hundred”

“Ok”

“I will stop here tomorrow and reimburse you.” I spoke.

“You don’t need to. You can keep it.” She spoke.

“Really?”

“Yes”

“Thank you”

“Welcome”

She counted the money and gave it to me. Then she spoke again.

“You have never done your transactions here before? What brought you here today.” She asked.

Gosh!! I thought in my heart. This girl does nothing but asks questions.

“No particular reason. I use Mobile Money a lot. So, I always make use of any point I can find.” I explained.

“Alright, in that case, you can be my regular customer. We can transact anytime, even when you are not around.”

“Really? In that case, I will need to have your number.” I suggested.

“Yes, that’s true.”

I handed my phone to her, and she keyed in her number. I also gave her mine, said goodbye, stopped the next bike and headed home. On my way home, I kept wondering why she had taken such a keen interest in me. I was asking myself; is that how she behaved with all her customers, or was it just me? Anyway, I decided to get it of my mind. I was already very tired and needed to get home and have a good rest.

It was a Saturday and that meant the following day, I wouldn’t be going to work. I was in my living room that evening, reclining on my favourite Sofa, watching Dilemma on African Magic Showcase and reading interesting stories on a Facebook page called Stories of My Life when I saw a WhatsApp notification from Florence.

“Hi handsome” it read.

“Hi”

“How are you this evening?”

“Good and you?”

“Great, I am sure you have eaten and rested.” She asked.

“Of course, I have. How about you?”

“Same”

“Okay”

“Will you go to church tomorrow?” She asked.

“No”

“Why”

“No particular reason”

“Ok what will you be doing after church hours?” She asked.

“Nothing”

“We could hang out if you like. What do you think?” She proposed.

“Where?”

“That new place below SWECOM. I hear its dope.” She spoke.

“Alright, see you tomorrow then. I will call you when I am free. Bye.”

I went back to watching TV. But I kept wondering what she wanted. At first, I was scared. Then my fear turned to excitement. I decided that come tomorrow, I would try to see what kind of a girl she was and who knows what might happen after?

TO BE CONTINUED
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I was only five years old and we had just moved into that neighbourhood. My father worked at the hospital, which required us to move a lot. The hospital, which was run by a church, had a habit of transferring its hospital staff to a new station every after about six years. That’s how we happened to find ourself in that town and in that neighbourhood. Under normal circumstances, we were supposed to live in the hospital compound. The hospital actually had a compound for its staff. However, we were told it was full. We had no choice but to seek accommodation in town.

My family was composed of my dad, mum, younger sister and I. My younger sister was three and had just started school before we were forced to move. My mum was a teacher in the private sector and my dad as you already know, was medical personnel.

It was difficult for us to have accommodation. However, my dad was advised to seek the help of a housing agent. While our belongings were packed at the hospital store room, we had to wait another two weeks before we could get a call from the agent. He asked my dad to see him in his office the following day. He said he had been able to secure for us a good apartment for a family our size. My dad was very pleased and promised to see him the next day without fail. The next day, my dad took me along in his car to see the agent. We got to his office some thirty minutes later and this conversation followed.

“Good Day, Sir and welcome.” The agent said.

“Good Day, young man. How are you?”

“I am fine, Sir.”

“So, any luck yet? Have you been able to get an apartment for me like you promised you would?” My dad asked.

“Yes, Sir. I have. A nice apartment. I hope you will love it.”

“I hope so too. But why did you say that?” My dad asked, bewildered.

“The neighbourhood, Sir. I am not a very big fan of that neighbourhood. In fact, I am not crazy about that neighbourhood at all.” The agent said, sweating.

“Why? What is wrong with the neighbourhood?’ My dad asked.

“It is said that witches and wizards inhabit the neighbourhood. Terrible things have been happening in that neighbourhood. In fact, a lot of terrible stories have been coming from that part of town.”

My dad was a devout Christian. As much as he believed evil spirits exist, he also believed strongly in the holy spirit. Stories of ghosts and evil spirits didn’t scare him. He believed nothing under the sky can harm him as long as his faith and trust in God was unshaken.

“Tell me some of the stories of that neighbourhood you have heard about.” My dad said.

“Are you sure you really want to hear?” The agent asked.

“I do. Please tell me. I am, a busy man and I don’t have time to waste. Go on with your stories about painted devils.” My dad was getting impatient.

“Sir, the stories are real. These stories are not about painted devils. They are real. For example, the mother of the lady who owns the apartment I am getting for you was said to be a witch. She has died, anyway. However, rumour has it that, the landlady was her favourite child. She therefore passed on all her witchcraft to her before dying. It is rumoured that she killed her husband, that is the father of the landlady.” The agent narrated.

My dad didn’t seem to be scared by the stories. In addition to his strong and unwavering believe in God, my dad was also a very stubborn man. He was also very adventurous, a trait I had unfortunately acquired.

“The father of the landlady; was he rich?” My dad asked the agent.

“Very rich, Sir. Very, very rich.” The agent said.

“That explains it.” My dad said, laughing. “Whenever a rich man dies, people always accuse his poor and innocent wife. That is Africa. I don’t believe any of your stories. Let’s talk about the rents, terms and conditions and when I am moving in.”

“Ok, Sir. If you say so. I just said I should tell you what I need to tell you, so that you don’t say I hid anything from you in the future.” The agent said.

“Alright, thank you. Now let’s get to the real business of the day.” My dad had really become impatient now.

“The apartment costs 50,000 a month. You have to pay one-year rents upfront.”

“Ok, what else?”

“There are just two apartments in that particular building. Yours is at the right-hand corner. The landlady also lives in the compound. Her own apartment is directly opposite yours. However, there is a huge space separating the two buildings. You can move in as soon as you are able to pay the money.” The agent explained.

“That will be tomorrow. I will pay tomorrow, clean the house and moving in the day after. Now take this.” My dad said, handing him the agency fees.

“Thank you, Sir. Thank you very much. I appreciate.”

“That’s alright, young man. Now any other ghost stories?” My dad asked with a smile on his face.

“None whatsoever, Sir.” The agent said. I suspected in his mind, he said, “You will find out for yourself.”

My dad asked me to get into the car and we drove off. As we drove home, he warned me not to tell my mum anything about the agent’s stories. He made me to expressly promise him I wouldn’t. I did promise I wouldn’t and I had no intentions of not keeping my promise. My dad was not the kind of person whose promise you would break in any circumstance. He was a great disciplinarian but very caring and loving.

My dad hadn’t believed anything he was told by the agent. To him it was an old wives’ tale. To him it was stories men told each other when they were drinking at their ogogoro joints. However, as young as I was, I believed the agent and I was very angry at my dad for making me promise not to say anything to my mum.

I believed the agent because I had experienced some strange things in our former station. I couldn’t tell if they were real or not but they were very vivid and explicit. One day, while I was at the back of the house, I had seen witches, carrying little babies on their backs, dancing. They disappeared as soon as they realized I had seen them. At night I was always seeing a black head always looking and blinking at me. I also once had a hallucination where some wizards were trying to kill me and my dad was begging them not to. Suddenly my dad was dragged away and as they attempted to strike me; my three years old younger sister appeared in the form of an angel with a halo around her head and saved me.

I had never told anyone any of these devilries. As young as I was, I kept them in my mind. I decided that as we moved into the new house, if my father didn’t want to take any precautions, I would. For the sake of my mum and younger sister.

TO BE CONTINUED
https://storymack.com.ng/the-witchs-daughter-chapter-2/

It is said that, a very long time ago in heaven, there was a war. Some angels who had gone renegade decided to rise up against The Maker. However, their plot failed because The Maker and His heavenly angels, fought back viciously and of course, He is the Almighty and He won. The story didn't however, end there. The renegades were exiled and sent out of heaven above. Some fell in the sea, some on land and some stayed in the air.

Those who fell in the seas of course had to adapt to aquatic life. They had to look like the creatures of the sea in order to fully adapt. That's how mermaids and mermen came about. Those that fell on land became demons on the land and those that hung in the air became demons of the air. They are widely know as fallen angels.

The almighty, in spite of His victory over the renegades, was generous enough not to take back their powers. They kept their powers and that is why they can be able to harm us today. It is said that native doctors, soothsayers and even some men of God tap their powers from them. As for the story about men of God dear readers, never accuse a man of God of getting his power from a questionable source. For starters, you don't have any proof. So, attacking him would mean going against bible principles which say "Touch not my anointed and do my prophet no harm."

However, in spite of the fact that these spirits have powers, they have one limitation. They can't exist in physical form. Hence they need a body to possess. Here in Africa, and you might have watched it in many horror films, evil spirits possess dogs, cats and owls. They also do possess humans.

Many years ago, I was told of a story where a man was bitten by his own cat; a cat that he loved and trusted and had lived with for many years. The cat bit him and would not let go. It burried its fangs in the man's leg and stayed there. All his attempts to remove the cat's teeth were futile. Finally he resorted to strangling the cat. He strangled the cat until the cat was killed. Then and only then was he able to free his foot from the cat's vice-like grip. The cat was buried at the back of the house, beside the refuse dump. But the story didn't end there.

Whenever this man or his family was going to dump dirt in the refuse pit, they would see the cat's ghost, chasing them. It happened for a long while and they had to fimally vacate that house. Animals are genrally believed to not have a soul or a spirit. However, that particular cat was extrordinary. It was most likely possessed.

It is very important to give a Christian burial to a loved one. I will explain why. Africans genrally believe that a dead person can resuurect and cause harm to the living. However, the Christian bible debunks that. If you read Ecclesiastes 9:5-6, it says the dead have no connection to the living. So if people say that they have seen the ghost of your loved one roaming the streets and haunting people at night, you should refuse to believe. This is what might have happened: an evil spirit might have possessed the body of your loved one and now moves around causing havoc. That is why a Christian burial is important. With a Christian burial, no evil can come around the grave of your loved one.

Fallen angels do move and live around us in the guise of humans. That is why we have to be very, very careful in this life. In fact, being careful in the way you live your life should be your first, second, third, fourth and fifth concern.

Many years ago, while I was a teacher, I actually did come into contact with a fallen angel. She was my student. I even fell in love with her. It is a long story but I will try to make it short for you.

TO BE CONTINUED

https://storymack.com.ng/the-fallen-angel-chapter-2/

It was a going to be a bright morning. It was only 6:00 AM yet, the morning sun had already risen. That was what helped me to get out of bed early. My wife of three months had woken up earlier than me. She had therefore shifted the drapes, thereby letting in the sun through the glazed windows. That was a ritual she performed every morning in order to wake me up early.

If she didn’t do that, I sure would go late to work every day. Not that I was a lazy man, the fact was that my job was very physically demanding. Hence, I came home late every day and therefore needed time to recover from all the stress of the day.

I was a railway engineer. A new railway was being built to connect our town with the neighbouring one, in order to facilitate movement and trade. That was where I worked. Somedays, I worked from dawn to dusk, and by the time I got home to meet my beautiful wife, it was already past 8:00 PM.

My wife wasn’t happy with the nature of my job. Several times, she had told me that I should resign and move to another city. I had blatantly refused. However, she was pregnant now, and as a result, I was seriously beginning to consider changing my job.

I wanted to give myself a year or two before quitting. I wanted to pool some resources together, save enough money before moving to a new town. My wife was going to have a baby, and I wanted us to have a comfortable life when we eventually move to a new city. I had had a very difficult childhood. I didn’t want my children to go through the same ordeal. However, something happened to me that made me quit my railway job earlier that I had anticipated.

One day, I was working late. It was almost 7:30 PM now and most of the workers had already gone home. I was the foreman, and therefore had to wait for everyone to close before leaving. I was going upstairs to the main company building to check a few things when I heard gunshot sounds. The sounds were coming from a nearby bush. I immediately laid on the floor so as to avoid being hit by a stray bullet.

The shootout lasted for about forty minutes, and then stopped. I waited for another thirty minutes, just to make sure everything was fine again. When I was sure, I continued my ascent to the third floor of the building. When I got there, I turned on the fog security lights. I peeped through the glazed windows of the third-floor lobby, and what I saw shocked me. There were four corpses lying on the grass. I now realized that there had been a shootout between the police and some armed robbers.

Four of the armed men laid dead. I was scared to my bones. I didn’t know how I was going to get home. The police might still be around, and since it was dark, mistake me for an armed robber and gun me down. I sat down on a chair close to the window and contemplated my next move. Then something caught my attention outside, and I shifted the drapes and peeped.

It was evident that one of the robbers hadn’t been killed. He was crawling in the bush, about thirty meters from the scene of the shooting. It was not his crawling that got my attention. It was the fact that he was carrying a bag. The bag seemed to be very precious to him, judging by the way he held it.

I watched him intently, wanting to see what he was up to. When he had made a good distance from the shooting scene, he pulled out a knife and started digging a hole. He dug for about thirty minutes, then put the bag in the hole, covered it with earth and put some dried leaves and twigs on top. He dusted his hands, cleaned his knife, stood up and left.

I waited for about an hour, and when I was sure he was really gone, I went down the stairs two at a time, got out of the building and cautiously went to where the bag had been buried. I looked carefully about me to make sure I wasn’t being followed or watched. When I was sure no one other than me was around, I started digging the hole. I removed the bag, opened it and almost screamed. It was full of dollar notes. Hundreds and hundreds of them, carefully stacked. I looked around me again to make sure that no one was watching me. There was no one. I took the bag and ran towards the railway building.

I couldn’t believe my luck. I had wanted to save up enough money before quitting the railway job. However, fate had made me rich beyond my wildest imagination. There was almost five hundred thousand dollars in that bag. That would make me richer than most of the rich men in town. I couldn’t believe my luck and I was super excited. When I got to the railway building, I collected a few personal belongings and was about to start walking to where I would get a taxi home when I heard a voice behind me. I looked behind and saw two men with guns.

“Drop that bag and walk away if you want to be alive.” One of them spoke. He was big, dressed in black jeans and black T shirt and wore dark glasses, in spite of the darkness.

“Why?” It’s not your bag, is it?” I asked, trembling. The risk I was taking was enormous, but so was the money. I had already started seeing life differently. There was no way I was going to give up that money easily.

“You apparently want to get killed.” The guy with the glasses said. “Look here young man, a lot of people have died because of this money. I don’t want your blood added to it. Kindly drop the bag and be on your way.”

Instead of me to drop the bag, I ran into the building as he fired twice and missed. He followed me into the building but didn’t know how to find me. I worked in the building and therefore knew my way around. I hid behind a huge cupboard at the ground floor conference room of the building. I could hear their footsteps as they moved around, looking for me. When I was sure that they had gone to another room, I left my hiding place and ran towards the backdoor. I as I ran, I tripped over a chair. The sound of me tripping over the chair drew their attention and the came towards my direction. It was already too late for them. I was out of the building, running away in the dark. They fired at will in the dark, but none of the bullets got me.

From the railway building to my house was about three hours distance on foot. I couldn’t take the risk to go into the open and try to get a cab. I would be too risky. The armed men might spot me and end my life prematurely. I decided that I would take a path through the bushes. It was a path I knew very well. I was a railway worker and was very used to the bushes around. However, taking the bush path meant a good deal of trekking. I decided that the trekking was worth it, as long as the money and me were safe.

It was very dark, and my only source of light was the screen of my android phone. I could not use the torchlight of the phone. It was too bright and could draw unnecessary attention to me. By the light of the screen of my phone, I traversed through the lonely bush paths, clutching the bag tightly to my body. Anyone who wanted to get that bag from me had to kill me first. It was over my dead body that I would allow anyone get that money from me.

In my mind, I was already stinkingly rich. I was already deciding the number of cars I would drive. I would build a big mansion and live like a king. No!! I wouldn’t build a house. I would take me too much time to build a house so, I would just buy one. I would buy a big and nice house. Everybody in the city would have respect for me. I will be in the corridors of power in the city. I would start being invited to where all the big people in the city were invited to. I could not believe my luck.

However, another voice was speaking to me. The voice was telling me to go to the police and hand the money to them. I might be rewarded for being a good citizen. I rejected that voice immediately. Why take the money to the corrupt police? They would accuse me of armed robbery, throw me in jail and divide the money amongst themselves. I would never go to the police. The money looked like government money and a lot of government officials do steal government money. Many have been put in jail for that. So, why should I return the money. The money was God’s gift to me, and I won’t part even with a single note.

Another thought came to me. People have died because of the money. That meant the money was blood money. It would be a good thing for me to dissociate myself from anything related to the money. Maybe I should just go to the police or hand the money to the armed men who were after me. But those guys wouldn’t spare me. I was sure they would still want to kill me for putting them through all that trouble. I had seen their faces, and that was enough motivation for them not to let me live. I decided that it was too late to return the money now, even if I had wanted to. The money is mine. I would take the risk.

It had been close to three hours and thirty minutes now. I had left the bushes and was in my neighbourhood. Almost everywhere was quiet. Most people had gone to bed already. I walked cautiously and sneakily as I approached the compound where I lived. Every now and then, I looked over my shoulders to make sure I wasn’t being followed.

I rounded a corner and came in full view of my house. What I saw shocked me, and I ran back around the corner. Parked in front of my house, was a Lexus Jeep. Standing beside the jeep, was the guy with the glass, holding a gun.

TO BE CONTINUED

https://storymack.com.ng/the-money-or-your-life-chapter-2/

I had had a long day at work so, it was a relief when the bike man dropped me in front of my house. I planned to have a cool bath, have a hearty meal, and then have some rest. After that, I planned to go out to catch fun with my friends. It was Friday and that meant I wasn’t going to work the next day which was of course, Saturday. I lived on the third floor, and that meant I had to pass by my neighbours’ apartments before going into mine. Most of my neighbours were in front of their apartments but I didn’t greet any one of them.

A long time ago, I had made the decision of never interacting with my neighbours. I had learnt a bitter lesson. Back in the days when I was still a student in the university, I was a neighbour to these three beautiful girls who lived in an apartment that was close to mine. Since they were all girls, I was like the only brother they had. We functioned and did everything like siblings. Then, one day, everything changed.

It all started when their apartment was almost burgled by armed robbers. As the men of the underworld tried to force their door open, they shouted for help desperately and called for me to come to their aid. I was deep asleep in our own apartment when as if in a dream, I heard someone screaming and shouting my name. I slowly came back to consciousness and realized that it was real. My neighbours were under attack and they were calling me for help.

With my instincts acting faster than my reasoning, I got up from bed and rushed to the main door of our house. I was surprised to find my uncle there. He had also heard the desperate screams and had wanted to help. But how could we? The robbers were armed, and we weren’t. It was risky for us to open our door at that ungodly hour of the night. Luckily for us, and for the girls too, the robbers panicked because of their screams, and ran away. The following day, they stopped talking to me. They were angry that I didn’t come to their rescue when they needed me.

After about a month, one day, I went and met them and apologized. I made them to understand that I really wanted to help them, but I was scared for my own life. The robbers were obviously armed, and I wasn’t. Reluctantly, one after the other, they saw reason with me and forgave me. We became friends again, but this time around, there was mutual suspicion between us. Just when we were trying to patch up our relationship, another incident happened. Someone broke into their apartment while they were at work, and stole their gas cylinder.

I didn’t even know a thing like that had happened, and neither did they tell me. I only realized that they had once again stopped talking to me. By now, I was tired of their nonsense, and this time around, I decided to keep my distance. Then, I realized that each time I was leaving the house or going into the house, my neighbours were always whispering among themselves and fidgeting. I couldn’t understand what was happening. However, the mystery was soon solved. My uncle’s wife called me and told me that it was rumoured that I had stolen their gas cylinder.

I felt very bad. I didn’t just feel bad because I was being wrongly accused, I felt bad because no one had confronted me about it. Instead, they were defaming my character and spoiling my good name in the whole neighbourhood. Any other person would have confronted them and raised hell. However, I was not any other person. So, I decided to finally cut them off. Luckily for me, after about a week, it was discovered that the gas cylinder was stolen and sold by their younger cousin who had just moved in from the village.

Anyway, that was back in my university days. Today, as I mounted the stairway that led to my third-floor apartment, I put my hands in my pocket to get my keys, but pocket was empty. I checked all the other pockets, but they were all empty. I searched the bag I always carried with me, but it was also empty. I was frustrated. With all the exhaustion after a long day at work, I still couldn’t get into my house. I wondered where I might have dropped my keys. I had made a few stops on my way home. I had stopped at a bakery where I had purchased some beverages. I had also stopped at a Mobile Money joint. I didn’t know at which of them I might have dropped my keys.

I called a colleague of mine that I had spent most of the day with. But she said she hadn’t seen my keys. I had my office keys with me, but not my house keys. I had always thought of putting the keys together, but I hadn’t until now. I called the attendant of the Mobile Money joint, but she said she hadn’t seen my keys either. The next place to check was the bakery. However, I didn’t have their number. I didn’t know what to do. It was about 7:00 PM now and I feared the bakery might have been closed, since there was a curfew put in place by the local government for all shops to close by 8:00 PM latest.

As exhausted as I was, I had no choice but to go back to the bakery to check. Unfortunately for me. It took me about twenty minutes just to get a bike. By the time I got to the bakery, it had already closed. I was terribly vexed. What was I going to do? The only person I met was the security guy. I begged him to give me the number of the lady who had the bakery. He refused at first. But when I oiled his lips with 2k, he gave me the number.

I called the lady who owned the bakery to asked her if she had seen my keys.

“Hello, Mam” I said.

“Hello, who is this?”

“Val, your regular customer. I was at your place today to get some stuffs for myself.” I reminded her.

“Oh! Val, how are you? How did you get my number?” She asked.

“Your security guy gave me because I badly needed it.”

“What is the matter? I hope you are alright?”
She sounded worried.

“Not really, as I speak to you now, I can’t get into my house. I have lost my keys. I am calling to find out if I had mistakenly left it at your bakery and you had found them later and kept for me.” I spoke.

“I am sorry, I haven’t seen your keys. I am so sorry. I hope you find them.”

“It’s alright, Mam. Thank you for your time.” I said and dropped.

I didn’t know what to do next. My door was an iron door and breaking it would cost a lot of money to repair. It wouldn’t even be easy, and I would run into trouble with my landlord. I stood by the side of the road, thinking, then I remembered that I had once kept a spare key in a drawer in my office. My face brightened a little by this memory.

I went back to my place of work and the gate was firmly locked. I banged the gate, and the security guy flashed his flashlight.

“Who is there?” He asked, rudely.

“It’s Val”

“Who is Val?”

“Mr. Valentine Babalola.”

“Sir, you and the CEO told me I shouldn’t open the gate to anyone when it is late. I am sorry, I can’t open the gate for you.”

“Are you drunk, Mr. Okpara?” I asked in anger. “If you don’t open this gate right now, you will run into serious trouble with me tomorrow.”

“I am sorry, Sir. I am only following orders. Very soon, you and the boss will start saying I can’t keep to simple instructions.”

“I am promising you that I will quite literally strangle you if I get my hands on you, idiot. Will you come and open this gate, my friend.

He finally conceded and opened the gate. As soon as he did, I pushed the gate violently and got in. He had quickly shifted to about ten maters away, for fear of what I might do to him. I looked at him at with a serious stare for about ten seconds and then spoke.

“Will you come and open the main door of the building for me, you drunkard.”

“Ok, Sir.”

He opened the door for me, and I got into my office and retrieved the spare key. As I was walking out of the compound, he said:

“Goodnight, Sir.”

“Bad night to you.” I replied. “If you like, keep drinking.”

I felt a bit better. I was finally going to enter my house after a long day. It was about 10:00 PM. I got a bike and headed home. As I was going home, I taught of security guy. He was a lovable guy, in spite of his crave for alcohol. He was an ex-military, and we had hired him because of his military experience.

I was home now. I had bathed now, eaten and rested. I was in the living room watching CNN when my phone rang. I picked immediately and it was the bakery lady.

“Hi Val”

“Hi Mam”

“Have you found the keys?” She asked.

“No”

“Then what are you going to do? Where are you going to sleep this night?”

“I have used the spare key, Mam.”

“Oh! That’s good. I was so worried about you. I really felt bad, especially as the rain had started falling. Fine boys like you don’t need to be stressed.” She spoke.

“It’s okay, Mam. I am good now.”

“Don’t call me “Mam”, you make me feel old. Just called me Larisa.”

“Hmmm!!”

“Hmmm too!!” She laughed. “Anyway, I want you to pass by the bakery tomorrow when you are going home from work. I have something for you.”

TO BE CONTINUED
https://storymack.com.ng/my-married-girlfriend-chapter-2/

It was December again, and that meant that the Christmas holiday was around the corner. It was a holiday I had anticipated so much. For the past two years, I had given all to my job and hadn’t travelled out of town, not even to the nearest town. So, I decided that as soon as the holiday began, I would be traveling out of the country to see my family.

After a few weeks of waiting, the holiday did finally come. As soon as I signed out of work, I went to the bank and withdrew enough money. I needed enough money with me because I had projects that I had to do in Nigeria as soon as I got there. It was also the first time my mum would be seeing me in almost four years. The same applied to the rest of my family. They had been praying and fasting for me to come home. Their prayers had been finally answered.

Very early in the morning on Tuesday, that was around 4:00 AM, I woke up from bed and started packing my stuff into two bags. One of the bags was a valise and the other was a backpack. I removed my clothes from the wardrobe, placed them on my bed and looked at them, wondering which one to take and which one not to. Confused, I decided to get help from my personal designer; a bosom friend of mine who lived in the UK.

I got my phone, went to WhatsApp and called her on video. Luckily, she was online and picked only after a few rings.

“Hi, Cara”

“Hi Dozié. You are up this early? I thought you said you would be leaving by 9:00 AM?” She asked.

“Yes, but I need to pack. That’s why I got up this early. How about you? Why are you up this early?”

“I hardly sleep these days. Maybe it’s thanks to the change of environment for me. You know I have only come here recently.”

Needless to say, she helped me do the parking. After I was done, I freshened up, knelt down and prayed to God for journey mercies. The road to Nigeria was a volatile road and anything could happen at any time. After I had prayed, I sneakily went out of the compound, making sure none of my neighbours knew I was traveling out of the country. I got a bike and headed straight for the Mambanda Park. As soon as I got there, I was fortunate enough to get a transportation car that was almost half full. I thanked God for his grace However, that was not all I noticed at the park.

Standing beside the car I was going to take, was a girl who caught my attention immediately. She smiled when our eyes met and then turned her attention to something else. I couldn’t get her off my mind. So, in my mind, I prayed that she should take the same vehicle as me.

Soon the driver came and asked us to give our fares.

“How much is the fare, driver?” I asked.

“Ten thousand.”

“That’s high na, driver. Can’t you take nine?”

“Chairman, that’s the standard price, and remember you are going to Ekok, not Mamfe. You know how unpredictable that road is these days.”

“Alright, I will pay.” I said, opened my wallet and removed a clean ten thousand note and handed to him. As I did that, I noticed by the corner of my eyes that the beautiful lady was also having her money in her hand, intending to pay the driver, the same driver. My heart leapt with joy. That meant she was going to take the same vehicle as me. As I was putting my wallet back in my pocket, I noticed that she was having a small argument with the driver. The driver seemed to want her to pay extra fare because of the bags she was carrying. I watched with interest as the verbal fencing progressed. I don’t know what she did or said to the driver, but I saw the driver held her around the neck as if she was going to strangle her. That was my cue.

I quickly moved towards them and intervened. I asked the driver to let her go. After a little dragging and pushing, a little insult here and a little there, he let her go. She moved away from him and began adjusting her dress. I asked what the matter was, and I was told that they needed her to pay an extra two thousand for her baggage. In order to solve the problem, I gave the driver two thousand and everything was settled.

We all got into the car and the driver kickstarted the vehicle and we drove off. In the car, no one talked to the other. However, when we reached Mamfe, she broke her silence.

“I want to thank you for coming to my rescue, and for the money you paid in my stead.”

“That’s alright. Most of these drivers are unscrupulous. They always try to swindle any unsuspecting young lady they meet.”

“You are a good man.” She spoke.

“You think so?”

“Yes”

“Alright”

“So where are you headed for?” She asked.

“Warri, how about you?”

“Lagos”

“That’s a long way off.”

“Yes, it is. But I am prepared for it.” She was confident.

“You are a strong lady.” I spoke.

“You think so?”

“Stop repeating my words.” I said in mock reproach and we both laughed at this.

About an hour later, after all the numerous checkpoints, we got to Ekok. The border town with Nigeria. As soon as we alighted the vehicle, we exchanged numbers. As I saved her number, I asked her name.

“What’s your name?”

“Celine, and you?”

“Dozié, our journey ends here. Hope you travel safely to Lagos.”

“Why? Can’t we cross the border together?”

“Nope, I have someone who is coming all the way from Ikom to get me. I have to be going now. I have just called him, and he said he was on his way.”

“Oh!! That’s good for you.”

“Yeah, but don’t worry. As soon as I get to Nigeria, I will text you, alright.”

“Yes, travel safe, good man.”

I smiled at that last statement. I said goodbye to her and her and moved towards a woman who sold yams. I sat in her stall as I waited for my ride from Ikom. About thirty minutes later, he parked in front of the stall, put my luggage in his trunk and asked if I want to do exchange of currency. I answered in the affirmative. So, went to a currency exchange dealer and bought Nigerian Naira. After that, we got into the car and left.

The driver was a veteran around the border area. Most of the immigration officials and border guards knew him. They even had a nickname for him. Therefore, our crossing into Nigeria was easier than I had thought.

Some hours later, I was at Warri. When I got to the park, I didn’t know how to get home. Many bike men and keke men approached me and asked where I was going. However, I was apprehensive. I had heard many stories about Nigeria and especially about Warri. I didn’t want anyone to take advantage of me. In spite of the fact that I was a black man in a black country, everyone I came across was still able to know that I came from another country. My pidgin English, especially, gave me away. As I stood there wondering what to do, a girl who seemed to have been watching me, walked up to me.

“Hello, how are you?” She asked.

“I am good, thank you. How are you, too?” I asked, scanning her from her head to her toe.

“I am good, you look lost.”

“I am not. Do I look lost?” I asked.

“You look like you are not from around here.”

“Yes, I just came into the country. I am wondering how to get a bike, a keke, anything that will take me home. Can you please, help me?”

“I know you are scared.” She laughed. “Don’t worry, I will get you a reliable keke man.”

Soon, one keke man approached us. She stopped him and after haven asked for the directions to my house, I got in. She assured me that the keke man was genuine and would take me to my destination safely. As the man drove off, I kept wondering where the lady had come from. Why had she taken a special interest in me and why had she decided to help me. She was a real Igbo girl, dark and beautiful and seemed to be in her mid-twenties.

Soon the Keke man rounded a corner I was familiar with and reached our house. There was loud cheering as my mum, brothers and sisters came to welcome me. Everyone was so happy to see me again. There were lots of hugs, kisses and some tears too. Finally, all the noise went down, and we moved into our house.

A week later, after I had settled in the village, my mum called me into her bedroom.

“Son, remember you told me to get a good village wife for you, right?”

“Yes, mom. Did you find one for me?”

“Yes, my son. I found one from a good family.”

“What’s her name, Mum?”

“Olamma”

“Wow!! I love the name. It means she is a jewel of beauty.”

“Yes, my son.”

“How soon do I meet her, mum.”

“Today, I asked her to come to the house today.”

An hour later, I was at the back of the house, enjoying the breeze when my younger sister, Ifunanya, came running. She said my mum wanted to see me at the living room. I went to the living room immediately. As soon as I got through the door, I stopped in my tracks in wonder. Sitting in one of the armchairs, very close to my mum, was the same girl who had helped me get a keke when I was stranded. She was Olamma.

TO BE CONTINUED
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"We thank God for the life our dear sister who has departed from this world, this fateful day. We draw consolation from the fact that she's now resting in the glory our Lord Jesus Christ. Death is a necessary evil and it is given unto man to die at the appointed time...."

That was the pastor speaking. I could not believe my eyes. I have been left alone, with six kids, all females to take care of. My beautiful wife of many years was gone. What was I going to do?

The funeral was over now. I was back home, reclining on a giant sofa, half asleep and thinking of many things. I was suddenly taken out of my reverie by my youngest daughter who had just returned from school. She was just three years old and bore a striking resemblance to her mother.

I quickly wiped the tears away from my eyes. I had been thinking about her mother while I sat on the sofa. I had been sobbing and didn't want her to see my tears. As soon as she showed up, I wiped my eyes and put on a sweet smile.

"Daddy, I am back." She said
"Welcome my dear." I said, hugging her. "How was school today?"
"Good, daddy."
"Ok, that's my girl. Now go inside and ask Bessem to take off your uniform and give you food to eat." I told her.
"No, I want to stay her with you." She hesitated.

How could I send her away from me. Ever since her mum left, she had become so attached to me. I know I was spoiling her by allowing her to do whatever she wants, but I couldn't help it. I called Bessem to come to the living room and remove her uniform. She did without hesitation. She also brought food for the young lady to eat.

Bessem was my eldest daughter. A child I had in my youth, with my beautiful wife. She has been so helpful since her mum left. In fact, she now runs the home. I thank God for her. Having a new wife was unthinkable for me at that point in time. The memories of my wife was still fresh in my memory. I had made up my mind I was going to stay for at least six years before even thinking of remarrying.

However, that's not the end of the story. In fact, it's not even the beginning. It all started many years ago when I left the village to start a new life in Yaounde...

TO BE CONTINUED
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Ayuk and Babila were sitting on a bench in front of their school. They were both Form 4 students and were about 16 years of age. They were both the same height though Babila was slightly bulkier. Ayuk’s mother was from Nigeria and his father was Cameroonian. On the other hand, Babila was a native-born Cameroonian. However, that is not the end of the story.

The story started when Akpan, an Akwa Ibom man living in a single bedroom house in Babila’s father’s compound invited Babila to his room. He said he wanted to show him something.

Akpan was a farmer. He had left all the way from Nigeria to do some hustling in Cameroon. However, lately, he seemed to have started a new profession. This is because he hardly ever went to the farm and he spent most days locked in his room for God knows reason.

Unlike the other normal Akwa Ibom men who were doing farm work and spoke a heavily accented pidgin English, Akpan spoke perfect English, which suggests that he seemed to have seen the four walls of a university and he always walked with the air of a well to do person. He had always helped Babila with his assignments whenever he had the time to. This explained why Babila wasn’t suspicious when he told him he wanted to show him something.

“Babila, my man. Well done oh. How was school today?” Akpan asked.

“Good.” Babila responded.” I can see you didn’t go to farm once again.”

“Yes oh, young man. I didn’t.”

“Why?”

“Don’t worry, you won’t understand.” Akpan said and laughed. Then he became suddenly serious. He continued. “There is something I have to show you. It’s really important, serious and dangerous. You have to promise me that you won’t tell anybody.” A small sweat had developed on his forehead. He wiped it with the back of his hand.

Babila look puzzled. He couldn’t understand why Akpan who had always looked harmless and jovial was suddenly scaring him.
“What is it, Akpan? I hope you are alright?” Babila, asked.

“I am. Just step into the house and see things for yourself.”

Babila hesitated for a second and then walked in. As soon as he was inside the room, Akpan locked the door behind him. The room suddenly became dark. He was very scared but he was reassured by Akpan that everything will be alright. Akpan went to his bed, removed the mattress and pulled out two large cartons. He replaced the mattress on the bed and put the carton on the bed. He opened the cartons one at a time and Babila almost screamed by what he saw. Inside the cartons was so much money. Babila had never seen so much money all his life. There were stacks and stacks of money of different currencies. Dollars, Euros, Pounds, CFA; all bright and new and carefully stacked. The cartons were filled to the brim with money.

“Where did you get all this money?” Babila asked, in a frightened voice. A palm over his mouth.

“Now, listen and listen good. This is ritual money. This is money from the underworld.” Akpan confessed.

“Jesus Christ!!” Babila exclaimed.

“Yeah, I understand how you feel. But it’s too late now. You have already seen the money and you now know my secret. There is no turning back. If you tell anyone, you are going to die.”
Akpan threatened.

Poor Babila. He burst into tears. What was he going to do? He was only sixteen; still a teenager; still a child. Why would Akpan, someone he had trusted for almost two years do this to him. He couldn’t dare tell his father. He had been warned by Akpan. He had been told he was going to die if he told anybody. His legs started trembling and he collapsed on the floor and wept with deep pain and sorrow.

“There are two ways you can get yourself out of this.” Akpan continued. “One, you get some real money and mix it with this one, then take it and use. After ten years, you should have been able to make a profit. You will then keep your profit and bring back the same amount you have taken and we will send it back to the owners. You see, it doesn’t involve blood or killing anyone.”

“How are we going to do that? I am just sixteen. How am I going to spend this kind of money? What am I going to tell my father the money came from?” Babila was still crying.

“Don’t worry about your father.” Akpan laughed. “He’s a greedy man. I know him, of course. Is he not my landlord? He will only be too happy to see that his teenage son has become rich.”
“How about my mum? She is a prayer warrior. She will not approve of this. She will take me straight to her prophet for deliverance.” Babila was desperate.

Akpan had suddenly become angry?

“What is wrong with you now, Babila?” He snapped. “Listen to me now. There’s no going back. Your mum’s prophet cannot save you. So, you actually believe in that her Christianity? Let, me tell you. It’s all fake and a myth. Everything about it. Even that their water they call holy. It’s all fake. I want to make you a rich man at an early age. You will become like Obu Cubana, Cubana Chief Priest, Mike Adenuga and all these other great men you see on the social media. Calm down and relax. I will help you through this.”

Babila had stopped crying.

The amount of money he had seen was enough to tempt anyone, talk less of a child. However, thanks to his mum, he had been given a strict Christian upbringing and he, in spite of his age, he could clearly distinguish between good and evil. Even if he accepted to take the money, returning it involved some very dark practices. They had to make certain rituals before burning the money with some incense and red candles for the money to magically return to the underworld from where it was minted. He didn’t see himself going through that kind of gothic and fetish ritual. He then remembered that Akpan had told him there were two options.

“Okay, and what is the second option, just in case I am not interested. As it stands, you don’t need a fellow ritualist to teel you that I am not interested.” He said boldly. Fear seemed to have left him.

“You could look for someone or two people whom you can trust. Introduce the idea to them and make sure you convince them. Once they agree to take the money, you will be off the hook, as look as you never tell anybody anything for the rest of your life.” Akpan explained.

Babila suddenly felt his hopes being restored. He felt relieved. He knew a lot of greedy students in his school and a lot of young men in town who would gladly jump at the opportunity to become rich overnight. He promised Akpan he would do his best to get someone and left Akpan’s apartment. He was grateful that he was able to see the sunlight again. The last hour had been the longest one hour of his young life. He felt relieved now, though not completely relieved. He had a difficult task ahead; the search for a replacement.

TO BE CONTINUED
https://storymack.com.ng/the-devil-i-became-chapter-2/

🧡 CHARLOTTE’S POV 🧡

I sat in front of the mirror with my eyes closed, waiting for my Aunt to finish working the wonders she performed on my face.

The loud music in the club kept penetrating the door of the room we were. Yeah, it is my Aunt’s club house.

I work as a cleaner in the club house. I was always back the stage and have never been seen by anyone.

Not until my Aunt came to me today happily and started getting me dressed and giving me a makeover.

She bought me a very beautiful golden gown with golden beads on it and a killer heels to wear. This is really weird.

“Tada!!” She said smiling as she left my front. I opened my eyes and I looked at myself in the mirror.

I looked so beautiful, I have never been worked on like this before. I stood up and looked at my Aunt in fear.


This is the very first time she is been nice to me after my parents died.

“Aunt, why are you been so nice to me all of a sudden?” I asked bowing my head slightly.

“Okay this is it Charlotte.” She said holding my shoulders and turning me to face the mirror.

“All these you carry will be very useful to us.” She said tracing her hand over my curvy hips.

“Ma’am, I don’t understand.” I said looking at myself in the mirror.

“Never mind girl, you will know soon.” She said in frustration.

“Okay.” I replied nodding.

“I will be back soon. Prepare yourself and wear your shoe.” She said and moved out of the room.

I am Charlotte Cena, I am 19 years old. I am who people call beauty, I had the curves and shape to make a man drool.

I kept staring at myself and truly I looked beautiful. My hips were so big in the body hug cloth and my cleavages were exposed.

I felt uncomfortable in it but I and no choice than to comply or Aunt will skin me alive. I kept walking in front of the mirror adjusting the cloth to cover my exposed cleavages but it kept coming down.

“No one would ever know I am 19 years old,I look 25.” I thought smiling.


“But why all these make up?? I have never been dressed in expensive clothing since my parents died.” I thought.

I wore my shoe and I stood up to try carrying it, it looked so beautiful. I was still admiring myself when Mrs Ruby my Aunt came in smiling.

“C’mon girl. Its time.” She said happily.

“Time for what?” I thought but I dare not say it out. I nodded smiling faintly as she held me and we moved out into the club.

The lights in the club house were dull colours but the my cloth was glowing under them.

“You need to compose yourself.” She yelled into my ears because of the noise in the club and I nodded in obedience.

I looked around me and I saw other girls of my age dressed in expensive and extravagant clothes.

They looked so beautiful too. I wonder what is going on.


Suddenly the music stopped and everywhere became silent. My aunt went up the stage. Well, she is the owner.

She also wore a beautiful blue gown exposing her body. I don’t blame her, she isn’t married.

“Good day ladies and gentlemen. This is another day we all have been waiting for.” She said smiling as all the audiences clapped their hands.

“And we will be bringing up our best and beautiful ladies for you to pick your choice.” She said happily.

“Pick your choice?” I thought in confusion. What is going on here?

The girls started walking to the stage swaying their butts and b**bs. I stood still where I was and kept watching like a dummy.

I saw my Aunt shake her head trying to pass me an information and I grabbed it immediately.

I walked up the stage as the last lady on the stage and stood in front of everyone facing the ground.

<strong>🧡 JOHN’S POV 🧡</strong>

I sat in the club house discussing with Davis my friend when the music stopped pulling our attention to the stage.

“Oh John, see this ladies they are hot!!.” Davis said happily.

“Whatever.” I said rolling my eyes and facing my phone.

“C’mon Johnny, you are so cold.” He added and I giggled still facing my phone.

“Who is taking this lady? $300.” I heard Mrs Ruby say.

I looked up to the stage and I saw the Lady in front. She had a wine coloured hair and she was awfully thin.

“Geez, she is ugly.” I said irritatingly.

“Yeah, I agree to that for the first time.” Davis said making me burst into laughter. I continued playing games on my phone turning deaf ears to what was going on.

“John see this Lady.” Davis said hitting me very hard.

“I am not INTRESTED.” I said making emphasis on the interested.

“Please just this once.” He said still hitting me hard.

“Fine!” I said and looked up to see the most beautiful lady I have seen in my entire life.

My mouth dropped open and my phone slipped off my hand falling right into Davis hand.

“Who wants her? She is still intact, still very tight. $500.” Mrs Ruby announced.

“I, $500!” A man yelled from behind me. He looked so rough and ugly under the colorful bulbs.

“Any one else. She is going?” She added again.


“$700!” Another man yelled. I looked at his direction and I saw how huge he was, he had big muscles like that of a wrestler.

“If this guy handles the lady, I am sure she will die. He looks so brutal.” I thought looking at the Lady again.

“Is that all?” She asked and I didn’t hear anyone talk.

My gaze was glued to her face. She looked so shy and couldn’t even look up properly.

“So she goes to..” She said.

“$1000!” I yelled cutting her.

I saw the lady look up in shock and she kept staring at me. She is so beautiful.

“Hey!! John, are you okay? $1000!!! For a Lady!! Are you kidding me ?!” Davis whispered almost like a yell in my ears.

“Wow!! That is a lot of money.” Mrs Ruby said happily.

“Anyone else?” She asked but no one answered anymore.

“So Charlotte goes to Mr??” She said pointing at me.

“John!” I replied standing up with my gaze still on Charlotte.


TO Be Continued
https://storymack.com.ng/my-virgin-maid-chapter-2/

I started watching põrn since I turned 16. How it all started was when I was going though one of my friend's phone, I was scrolling through the videos on his gallery, I abruptly spotted a clip of a young girl sûcking the dîck of a guy approximately my age.

At first I was shocked. I asked Michael
"Michael what's this thing about.?"

Michael smiled and said to me "Eric so you don't know what this thing mean? Ahh then you're missing alot.. I don't need to be the one to tell you but If you want to know more about it bring your biro let me write the site's name for you so that you can go and download."

"Okay," I answered and gave him my pen.

He quickly wrote the site on the back of my jotter.

"Eric, there are millions of them inside the site. Once you have data, you can downlõad as many as you like. But there are different categories o. Depending on the one you like. But with time you'll understand better." He said to me and gave me my pen.

"Alright then. Go home and enjoy yourself." He smiled and left.

When I entered the site, I saw millions of videos, I will watch, exhaust my data and subscribe more to keep on watching. That was how my journey of masturbãting started.

I started visiting the põrn site everyday, my phone storãge became filled up due to the number of põrn videos that had been accumulated on my phone. There was an app I normally use to hide them making it difficult for someone to easily access them because my dad go through my phone once in a while.

I do see Michael frequently, and we do talk. He frequently talks about his methods for luring ladies into bed. At the time, I considered having sêx to be a major accomplishment, I was so astonished. .

When endurance reached the age of 17, her breãsts came out and her ãss became huge. She was looking so sêxy. I began to imagine myself having sêx with her.

She was the only sibling I had, and I was three years older than her.

I began slipping into her room at night just to touch her.

From there, I started romancing her, till she caught me red handed.

"Eric.... What are you doing!" she muttered while wãrding me off.

"Are you stûpîd." She shouted.

She quickly drew down her gown and adjusted herself

I quickly slãpped her.

"Call me stûpîd again and you'll see my true colours. You don't have respect for your elders abi. If you like go and start running your mouth to mum like parrot... You already know what I'm capable of.." I warned her and left.

She just kept staring at me as I walked out of her room.

There was one of the nights that I crept inside her room. That night I couldn't control myself to the extent that I forced her to suçk my dîck. Her vãgina was so tight that my fingers couldn't penetrãte.

The next day, she started crying. I warned her not to disclose it to anyone hence she would see the other side of me. Mum sighted her while she was cleaning the sitting room.

"Endurance.... what is it, you've not eaten anything! Are you hungry?" Mum questioned her in sympathy.

"Mummy. I'm fine. Mummy I'm fine." She wiped off her tears while brightening up her face.

"You know time is almost 11am and your uncle will be returning soon. Go and bathe. Prepare yourself so that you can follow him to the market." Mum told her.

"Okay mum." She answered.

I left the scene and made my way to my room. I buried my face under my pillow.

"That girl should better close her mouth if not hehehehe... She knows what will happen next. She knows what I'm capable of." I said to myself.

While she was in the kitchen boiling the water, I caught a glimpse of her ãss as she knelt down to adjust the gas cooker. I snuck up to her and gave her two hard spankings on her ãss.

She turned and slãpped me

"Don't try that again. Eric you're making me to disrespect you in this house. Better rêspect yourself!" She shõuted at me pointing in my direction.

"Wait endurance you slapped me!!" I shõuted at her.

"What's going on there!!" Mum quickly interrupted from where she was sitting. She was in the parlour and we were in the kitchen.

TO Be Continued
https://storymack.com.ng/my-sister-and-i-chapter-2/

You know that thing they always say that ghosts exists? I never believed it. Infact, I love walking alone at night when returning back from work because I always keep free and stony mind knowing I didn't kill anyone that'd come and scare me in form of a ghost..

I usually keep to this believe until that very faithful Saturday evening when I returned from work looking so pale and weak.....

I walked into my house, leaving the key outside the door lock with sleepy eyes and broken bones...

I walked straight to my mini freezer at the corner or my little sitting room and grabbed a bottle of chilled water to relieve me of inner stress; I overworked myself at Chima's building materials store here in Lagos... loading of nails and cement in people's truck that came to buy from us...

After gulping down a full 50cl of the chilled bottled water, I managed to unhook my bra and bounced on my 12ft long soft and bouncing bed leaving my shoes and socks on due to tiredness; I dozed off.

At about 3:15 a.m, I started feeling pressed and decided to go make use of the bathroom so I could back and sleep...

As I stood up from my bed, my whole body was filled with goosebumps and the room atmosphere changed like when something creepy and suspicious entered the room..

At first, I was surprised at why such feeling...then I prayed silently within myself and gathered courage to go ease myself...

I walked out of my room to the sitting room, I found my entrance door opened.."ah...see mumu..I no even comot key from this thing mouth" I said to myself without reasoning or thinking on how a jam locked door can be opened on its own without someone doing so...I just went there, removed the key and locked it from inside....

As I turned back to go ease myself, a scary creature stood in front of me with a scary eyes...my spirit left my body and I fainted.

TO Be Continued
https://storymack.com.ng/married-to-a-ghost-season-1-episode-2/

Sandra was happy and nervous at the same time because she was going to tie the knot with the one her heart chose despite the tribulations they went through.....

Her family members hated Femi, her soon to be husband..and it all started when Femi was wrongly accused of murder....

Femi was a very gentle guy whose voice was as mild and soft as that of a baby with a tiny voice..he always feels guilty whenever he killed an animal like cockroach or mosquito....

One Saturday evening in his hostel room, he heard a gun shot from outside the school environment..

He was puzzled as fear gripped him from where he was busy reading his book against his project defense....

Femi opened his door to peep and know what had happened, it turned out to be that one of Aye (cultist) member had shot a student who refused to join them and threatened to report them to the police....

It was a total shock to Femi.

The cultist ran to Femi's door post and forced the gun in his hand...he became more scared and confused..

And before he could say a word or realize himself, those chasing the cultist held Femi and handed him over to the police....

<strong>AT THE POLICE STATION</strong>

"Young man, what is your name?" An inspector general asked him angrily..

"My name is Femi sir". He answered with a shaky voice and innocent face.

"What was the business between you and the boy you killed?" He asked again..

"Sir I swear with my mother's grave, I am innocent please.. I cannot kill ant sef please". He started crying.

"Young man, do you realize you're in a police custody? And you want to play smart? I will deal with you mercilessly if you do not speak up now!" Now very angry..

"God bear me witness sir.. I was just in my room when I heard a gun shot.. and when I came out, I found out someone killed someone...I was still standing a my doorpost when the murderer forced the gun into my hand...I couldn't do a thing because I was so confused and shocked at what I saw please".

TO Be Continued
https://storymack.com.ng/the-wedding-party-chapter-2/

I met him when I moved int the area. I believed he was a married man even though he promised and even swore he was not. He was rich and cute, tall and classy. I noticed him not quite long after I moved into the area and I also noticed that he was into me. It was more of a very open admiration. He told me he was thirty seven.

I noticed him because he lived a few blocks away from our compound and he always drove past around the same thing I leave for work. He would stare at me and smile when our eyes meet. I liked his demeanor even though I never thought in the direction of having anything with him. I just liked his physical appearance and the way he carried himself.

One morning while I was going to work, he drove past and stopped when he saw me. He wound down and said hi. I greeted him casually and made to move on. But he went on and offered me a ride. He was very courteous and didn't ask rudely like some other guys would. Before I would respond to his offer, he said he'd noticed me for a while and had been planning to talk with me sometime. He was very direct and confident.

I obliged and he gave me a lift. While he drove, he introduced himself and asked to know me. After I introduced myself, he didn't make further inquiries. We barely had any other discussion until I got to where I would stop. He then asked if he could have my number. He was very respectful and courteous and I couldn't help admiring those qualities in him. I gave him my number and we parted ways. He called two days later and that was how we started talking.

He didn't ask me out. He only wanted to be friends. According to him, he didn't have any friend in the area and he'd longed to have one. When I asked him why he didn't make one until I came around, he said he couldn't explain why. He said that the moment he saw me, he knew he wanted to be my friend. I felt comfortable with him except for the fact that I believed he was married.

When I asked, he said he wasn't. I insisted he was but was only denying it like most men do, but he swore and promised. I didn't believe him totally, but I let it slide. In my subconscious, I believed he had a family somewhere. Before long, we became close friends. More like besties. He told me everything while I did the same. He treated me with care, respect and generosity. He was a giver and was very romantic even though we were not in a relationship.

At a point, he started calling me his good luck. He said he'd had the best of lucks since he met me. A few months down the line, I fell absolutely in love with him. He was everything I needed in a man and he treated me the way I wanted to be treated. I didn't verbally tell him how I felt about him, but he knew. He couldn't have missed that. It was so glaring.

All the while we've been friends, I hadn't been to his house. He never invited me. We'd mostly hung out and met outside our compound. I believed that was his way of respecting boundaries and I respected him for being a gentleman. Even though I wished he wouldn't be one on that subject.

Then one day, he asked if I could come over to his place that evening. That was the question I'd been waiting for. I wanted to hold him off a little before accepting the invitation, but I couldn't. I'd waited for too long. I accepted and went. It was a magnificent apartment. Everything looked beautiful and expensive. He treated me like a special guest. He made me feel very comfortable and welcomed. While we were discussing, he stared me in the eyes and asked me to be his woman. There was something about the way he asked that made me respond with a kiss.

He reciprocated the kiss and we made love right there on the couch. I was way down even before he asked. Afterwards, he asked the question again and I smiled. I thought he was joking. "We already made love, what other affirmation was he looking for?" I thought. But he was serious. He said he needed to hear me say I'd be his woman. That sounded very romantic and I told him I will. He hugged me passionately and said I'd made him a happy man. Later in the night, we made love again in the bedroom and slept off afterwards. I slept in his arms.

Around midnight, I felt some touches around my vagina. I thought that was him seeking for more. I was lying face up with my legs spread lazily apart. I tried to get up, but I couldn't. My body was stiff and I couldn't move any part of it, except from my neck upwards. It felt weird, but I wasn't instantly scared. I tried to get up again, but still couldn't. The touches in my private part continued and I felt cold stimulations on my clitoris. By then I was getting very scared. I thought I'd become paralyzed.

I wanted to talk and tell him what I was feeling as I believed he was the one in between my legs, but I discovered I couldn't talk. I couldn't scream either. My fear increased geometrically and I became alarmed. Then I strained my neck and raised my head as much as I could so I'd know what was happening to me. What I saw happening in between my thighs knocked my out of consciousness completely.

There, there were three dogs with human heads and faces. The man I came to visit was one of them. They had the bodies of dogs while their heads were that of humans. They were taking turns in licking my vagina. They didn't notice I was awake until the man I came to see, in his dog form, raised his head from my vagina and saw me straining my neck. I saw his eyes. They were glowing like a red-hot charcoal and his teeth were longer than normal. He barked at me and I passed out from the shock.
I regained consciousness around 5 am when...

TO Be Continued
https://storymack.com.ng/the-man-i-met-part-2/

Jovita had been married to Henry for nearly a decade, Henry was a good man, who adored his wife and children and everyday he worked harder to give them a good life.
Jovita and Henry LOVE each other so much but the great problem Henry had was that Jovita was too obsessed with MONEY.
For that reason, Jovita always had issues with her husband for the past few years.

There came a time Jovita had used the money meant for her children’s school fees to play lottery, She lost all that money and Henry was so pissed with her.
“Why are you so obsessed with money, I know that we are not rich but we are not lacking anything, why are you bent on frustrating my efforts, the last time you lost the money meant for our house rent and now our children’s school fees, what’s your problem, why are you so obsessed with money, why?” Henry had thundered angrily.

If not for the love Henry had for Jovita, he had thought of quitting the marriage as Jovita’s obsession with money was tiresome and it’s was affecting their marriage.

Most times Jovita even over spends money and it had almost rendered them bankrupt But Henry was a hard worker, he always looked for ways to get extra money, sometimes he would take a loan to meet up with their bills each time Jovita overspends or gambles.

From the day Henry met Jovita, He had realized that she was ambitious and a fierce lady, which was a good thing at first but after marriage he wasn’t finding it funny, He always gave his wife a specific amount of money every month for her own personal expenses but it is never enough money for her, She is always after money. If she can’t make money doing something, that thing is not worth her time. .

One night, Henry so lovingly woke Jovita up in the middle of the night for a discussion.
“Honey, I don’t like our constant quarrel over money, our children are watching, all these fight and quarrel are tiresome, please i hope for a change, stop gambling, stop spending money lavishly, please, I’m in so much in debt already, I barely sleep at night please” Henry pleaded but he got a nasty reply from Jovita.

“Your duty as my husband is to provide comfort for me and your children but I’m not comfortable, I’m suffering, if your salary can not comfortably foot our bills, I guess this is the time to look for a better Job that will be able to take care of our needs, haven’t you notice that we are poor and this is not the life I want for myself and my children, infact I’m tired of your constant nagging, you are always complaining. You don’t know that each time I gamble, I’m only helping you out, who knows i might win and we will become rich, why are you always against whatever I do in this house, is not that you have other plans to get us out of poverty” Jovita responded sharply and hissed.

Henry was speechless and at the same time, he was boiling in anger.
” I would do whatever it takes for good money to come into our lives, people win alot of money in gambling and betting, you can’t stop me from gambling, except you go get a better job” Jovita entered.
“Oh really, I think it’s time you go get a Job too and let’s share the responsibilities, I can’t be working hard and you will be wasting my hard earned money on foolish things, I guess it’s time, you join the work force and stop being a pain in the ass” Henry replied angrily, he picked up a pillow from their matrimonial bed and stormed out from their bedroom and he headed straight to the living room, where he passed his night.

The next day, Jovita got Henry’s sister involved in their matter and to Henry’s displeasure, His sister Blessing, took Jovita’s side. “How could you ask your wife to go get a job, when you can set up a business for her, I don’t want to meddle or interfere in your marriage but the right thing to do is to set up a business for your wife” Blessing had told her brother Henry bluntly.

Henry listened, he some how got a loan from the company, where he worked and he set up a business for his wife, to Jovita’s merit, it was a fantastic business which allows her to overcharge her customers enormously.
Henry had told her constantly to reduce the price for her services and goods, so she could gain more customers but Jovita never listened.

With time, the new business wasn’t progressing, It was almost at the edge of collapsing, when Henry intervened, he was on his annual leave, he handled the business by him self for a month and the new business began to progress.

One-day, Henry was at Jovita’s business location, where a female customer walked in, she was a very beautiful lady, probably in her late thirties.
The Beautiful female Customer stared at Henry helplessly the whole time, she admired Henry’s good looks.
Henry had attended to her and she was about to pay for the goods she bought, when she broke the silence.
“Hey bros, I’m your sister’s good customer, and for a while now, I haven’t set my eyes on your sister, I hope she is okay?” The female customer entered.

“My sister? Who are you referring to as my sister?” Henry replied with a straight face.
“I mean, the lady that owns this store, Jovita” The beautiful lady added as she handed some cash to Henry as payment for the goods she bought
“Oh, point of correction, She is not my sister but my wife, she is fine, she will be here soon” Henry corrected as he counted the cash.

The beautiful lady felt bad when Henry announced that Jovita was his wife, she gradually packed up the goods she paid for and she left quietly.

TO Be Continued
https://storymack.com.ng/love-of-money-episode-2/

How do I tell this guy that I was only joking about marrying him
He came with his family to ask for my hand in marriage

Now here is how it all happened, some months back, on my way to the market to get some food stuff
I saw this guy kneeling and proposing to his girlfriend but the girl rejected him immediately and told him to get lost even after begging her and people cheering her to say yes.

I knew the guy was greatly embarrassed so I had to step in
I went to meet him and told him that I’ll marry him that he should propose to me Instead, and he did
I hugged him, after everything i gave him my contact and left.
I did all these so that he could be less embarrassed.
We only talked once on call and he said he was going to visit me and I gave him my house address.

Guess what, he came to my house one month after with his father to ask for my hand in marriage 😳

How do i tell him that I wasn’t serious about what I told him that day 🙆

So I didn’t have any excuse to give, he said since I promised him that I’ll marry him that I shouldn’t break my promise

So our wedding was scheduled the next Saturday 🤧

My uncle gave him list
🙆

TO Be Continued
https://storymack.com.ng/married-to-an-unknown-man-episode-2/

There is this rich neighbour who just parked in to their newly built house near our house.. Oh I think it's nice having them as neighbours since we were poor and I believe we may benefits from them in one way or the other...

They had a beautiful daughter name Dora, she was so beautiful to behold.. Ebony black in her teen..

I said to myself I must get acquainted to her but my mum warned me not to get closer to her cos rich people don't take shit and they can get me arrested especially with their teenage daughter if I'm trying to toast her....

(You maybe surprise how a mother is talking to her son that way, yes.. me and my mum do behave like friends and mate, we do gossip and she do advice me on life and future.. How she'll come to my house and take care of me and my wife when I grow up and stuffs like that.. It is just son and mum relationship)

But I didn't care, I told my mum if they should kill me let them kill me.. afterall they won't marry their daughter, who knows if I grow up she'll be my wife.. God works in a mysterious way mum... I replied my mum

Jack my son, if you impregnate someone's daughter, you're on your own ooo.. Those people will just arrest you and there's nothing I can do cos I don't have money to compete with them left alone hire a lawyer on ur behalf, I've warn you ooo (my mum warned me)

Mum that's ur own ooo, if they arrest me no problem let me die inside prison for love sake, things we do for love mum, ( I said this with a smile and left my mum)

A WEEK LATER

We were running out of water in the house so I took a bucket in search of water then I decided to use that means to approach Dora's house since I noticed that her parents have gone to work and maybe she'll be alone or with few people at home but what matters most is that her parents is not at hone which am really sure of, they've gone to work....
then I approach their gate and knocked the gate, luckily Dora came out,and asked what I was looking for.

Hey, am Jackson but am well known as jack you're our new neighbour nice having you as a neighbour , but you see, we're just out of water in our home and I'll really appreciate if you can help me with one bucket or two it will take us along way (she looked at me in on a pity face)

Ok am Dora, but you have to make it snappy fetch it quick cos our security is busy at the yard he might come here very soon..
( during the moment of fetching, we discussed and laugh then got acquainted with each other.. We even forgot that the security can come here anytime soon and luck was on our side, the security didn't come.. That was when I got her Facebook username and her number)

I think I was the lucky guy at the moment, reaching the house I quickly use my mum's phone and login then added her.. Since I didn't have a browsing phone..

The love journey has just begun

TO Be Continued
https://storymack.com.ng/my-childhood-love-episode-2/

"Hi good afternoon" I greet Kim principal. "Afternoon miss Steve how are You?" She asked.

"Am good and you and how's my daughter doing hope she's not giving you too much stress" I asked.

"No Kim is a good and funny girl" the principal replied.

"Alright am here to pick her" I said. "Alright she replied and place a call across to her class.

Few minutes later a teacher came into the principal office with Kim. She hide at my back immediately she saw the principal.

"Kim can't you greet" I asked her. "Mum shhhh I don't want the principal to see me" Kim said still hiding.

"But why?" I asked. "I fought one of my classmates today and she promised to punish me later" Kim said and the principal smile.

"Kim come outside I am not punishing you again" the principal said.

"No I don't believe you. mum please don't move" Kim said. "Kim come out if you don't come out now I will ask the principal to flog you well"

I said and she come out of my back she fall on her knees immediately.

"Mrs Cole am sorry I won't fight again" she said raising her tiny fingers up.

She looks very funny right now. "Kim promise me you're not gonna fight your classmates again?" The principal asked and she crossed her finger.

"I promise pinky promise" she said and we burst into laughter. "Stand up" the principal said in between laughter.

"Alright I will see you later on Monday Mrs Cole" I said. "Alright miss Steve" she said and I went out with Kim.

I drop my bag on the driver seat and drove off. "Mummy why aren't you talking to me?" Kim asked.

"I am not talking to you because you fought I told you not to fight again and am not happy with it" I said.

"Mum it wasn't my fault the girl called me a bastard she said I didn't have a father" she said and makes me remember Sam.

Hmm Sam is my first love he left me when I told him I am pregnant for him.

"mum mum are you still here?" she asked me. "yes why are you asking" I asked back.

"because you're not saying anything" she replied.

"Kim look here I don't want you to fight with anyhow no matter what. you're not a bastard your father travel out of the country and he will soon be back" I told her.

"mum are you sure cause I am tired of waiting for him" she replied.

"don't worry he will be back soon" I said. "why don't you get me a new Daddy Instead?" Kim asked.

"Kim enough am tired and I deserve some rest" I said. "okay mum am sorry she replied.

<strong>🧡 AUTHORESS'S POV 🧡</strong>

It was a bright and beautiful Saturday morning. the day was cold. Khalid was just coming back from the gym before he sight two beautiful lady. "wow they're beautiful he said to hiself.

<strong>🧡 KHALID'S POV 🧡</strong>

"Wow they look beautiful I said to myself I wish I can have the both of them.

but isn't possible because this girls look hot and rich and I guess they're just coming back from the gym also, so it would be a dumb thing for a guy to approach girls like these.

because it's more likely they will turn the guy down. not only that they will completely embarrass the guy.

"Hi" I greet. "Are you talking to me the most beautiful asked with an eyeroll.

"no am talking to you, am talking to your beautiful Friend" I replied.

"oh we aren't your class so f*ck up" the most beautiful replied.

"relax I am not here for you I am talking to the most beautiful woman I have never seen" I said and the one an referring to as the blush.

but she quickly replaced the blush with a frown. "what did you want from me Mr?" she asked.

"wow you have the sweetest voice ever, are you sure it's God that create you?" I asked and she smiled at me.

AM getting somewhere. "why are you asking?" she asked with a smile.

"am asking because you're the most beautiful woman I have ever come across. or so sorry I forget to add this beautiful woman with the sweetest voice" I said.

"Gloria meet me at home" her friend said and went angrily. "what happen to your friend why is she angry?" I asked her.

"ignore her" she replied. and I stare at her friend back. "huh she's loaded" I thought.

"what are you looking at why are you looking at my friend" she asked.

"oh no you're getting it wrong I am not looking at your friend I am just thinking on how beautiful you look" I said and she smile.

"can you please follow me to my house?" I asked her and she nod her head yeah I just hit a jackpot.

<strong>🧡 AUTHORESS'S POV 🧡</strong>

"Alexa how are you doing this morning" jack Alexa best friend asked.

"Am good and you what are you doing here early this morning?" Alexa asked.

"I came to take Kim out" jack replied. "Kim is still sleeping" Alexa replied.

"mum why are you lieing i am not sleeping am awake" Kim said.

"Hi baby how are you doing?" jack asked. "Am not fine you promised to take me out last Saturday but you didn't" Kim said.

"common uncle is very busy am here to take you out today hope I am forgiven" jack said.

"I will think about it" Kim replied.

"Alexa guess who I ran into on my way here" jack said.

"Khalid" Alexa replied with a smile and jack shake his head.

"yeah I saw Khalid with a very beautiful lady" jack said. "you mean the lady is more beautiful than I am?" Alexa asked.

"I didn't say that" jack replied. "I will be right back" Alexa said and ran out.

she get to Khalid apartment and peep she ran back to her apartment to carry stood since she's not tall enough.

she placed the stood near Khalid window and climb on it. "it seems someone is peeping at us" the lady said to Khalid.

"Really don't talk I will deal with the person I knew who is peeping at us Khalid said and went inside his bathroom he urinate inside a container and went to his window and empty it on Alexa head. and she fall on her butt.

"aah what's this it's salty" Alexa said. "yes darling hope you enjoy it it's my urine" Khalid replied. "you're so mean" Alexa replied. Kim and jack burst into laughter.

"mummy mummy hope you enjoy it. my chocolate uncle you tried I will give you one of my chocolate later" Kim said still laughing and Khalid gave her a thumb up.

"I will see you later baby" Khalid said and stick his tongue out at Alexa and locked his window.

"Mum mum how are you feeling?" Kim said laughing.

"Kim how dare you laugh at me Alexa said and throw her sandal at her and kim ran away.

"jack instead of you to correct Khalid and tell him what he did was wrong you're busy laughing at me what sort of friend are you" Alexa asked angrily.

"Am sorry" jack said in between laughter. "sorry for yourself. it time to leave your house is calling you" Alexa said.

"why are you transferring your aggression to us?" jack asked and Alexa roll her eyes. "Mum you stink of unrine how I wish you haven't seize my phone I would have snap you" Kim said and Alexa twist her ear. "mum why did you wanna kill me?" Kim asked.

TO Be Continued
https://storymack.com.ng/my-hot-neighbor-episode-2/

You meet someone one day and suddenly you feel there’s fairness in this world. The world is fair because the two of you are in the same place where you can make magic happen. That’s how I felt when I saw Juliette at the event that day. I didn’t know her. It was my first time seeing her face but I said to myself, “It’s a fair world. It’s the reason I have a chance to meet someone like this.”

I took my chances very well. At every given opportunity, I said something to her. When we were put into groups I told her, “Join my group. You’re the only person I know around here.” She joined and that gave us more time to talk. When the event was over, I took her number and gave her mine. In the evening when I called, she asked, “Who am I talking to?”

I whispered under my breath, “Wow, she didn’t save my number.” I patiently introduced myself and she went like, “Oh that’s you. I thought I had your number or this is a different number?”

We talked. We laughed. We made plans. She said yes to a date. The world is fair indeed, if not, I wouldn’t had a fair chance to be with someone I loved from the very moment I set my eyes on her.

The first date was good so we planned another one. By the third date we were so close to each other it felt like we’d known each other in another world before this one. I saw interest in her eyes and maybe she saw love in my eyes because it was difficult for her to look into my eyes.

When I proposed to her she told me to give her time to think about it. It’s cliché and I’d come to expect it but little did I know giving her time meant consulting her pastor about me to see If I was the one God wanted in her life. One day she told me, “I like you too but I don’t want to rely on my heart and say yes. All the ones I relied on my own intuition and heart failed. I want to get it right this time so please exercise patience.

I went to a shop and bought myself patience because it’s one thing having patience and another thing exercising it. I had patience in abundance but when it came to what I was feeling in my heart for Juliet, having patience wasn’t enough. I asked how long it would take to get an answer and she told me, “That depends on the response I receive after prayers and what my pastor will also say.”

Two months later, there was no response. She kept telling me, “I feel right about you but that’s not enough. I need to hear confirmation.” I didn’t give up. We kept going out every now and then until one day she told me, “We can be friends. I’m sorry. I wanted it to be right but…”

“But what…?” I asked calmly with the voice of a beaten man.

I was beaten. I never expected that to be the response. “Do you have someone already and you’re not telling me? I thought you liked me?” She responded, “I liked you but he said you’re not the one and it’s the reason I haven’t heard anything from God all these months I’ve been praying about it.”

I’m a Christian but I won’t wait to hear God’s voice in my love affairs. I didn’t believe that but I didn’t want to upset her beliefs. When she made the final conclusion, I told her, “Tell your pastor he’s wrong. God doesn’t choose for us who to love. We choose and present to him for his blessings. We are all sons and daughters of the same God.”

I couldn’t change her mind to love me and she also couldn’t change my mind to keep her as a friend. We talked but slowly we faded. I still loved her. I wanted her to change her mind and I said it often but she told me it would fail if God didn’t speak on it.

We lost touch at some point. For close to a year we didn’t talk to each other. We saw each other’s posts on Facebook but walked past them as if they didn’t mean a thing to us. One day she called; “Can we meet?”

When we met she asked if I was seeing someone else. I nodded. I was talking to a girl but she wasn’t sure about me so she was giving me mix-signals. I told Juliet, “I’m trying with someone I met not long ago but we are still at the talking stage.”

She sat quietly, the way I sat when she told me we could be friends and not lovers. I asked what the issue was and she said, “I’m sorry about what happened. I might have gotten it wrong. We all do. You have someone now so I guess it doesn’t matter any more.”

I was looking at her, still beautiful and still the lady who made the world a fair place for me. I asked her, “What did you see? God spoke to you finally?” She answered, “It’s not about that. Maybe I shouldn’t have involved Papa. It was too soon but it’s all good. Have fun.”

I thought about her when I went home. I thought about how much things would change in my life if I gave things a chance. I still loved her but I wasn’t sure if her faith in her Papa won’t interfere again. I put her to the test. I called one morning and asked her to travel with me. “It’s a weekend trip. We can use it to iron out the fog on our way so we see the way forward.”

Atleast if she agrees I maybe able to convince her or maybe impregnate her... Or maybe her pastor's decision won't allow her agree to my plans.. Let's see how it goes

TO Be Continued
https://storymack.com.ng/we-broke-up-when-pastor-said-that-i-wasnt-the-right-person-for-her-chapter-2/

In the land of Owaza! There lived a very beautiful girl named Nina. Nina lived with her parents in a very small village, her mother was once the most beautiful woman in the village who was the delight of many.

As all the eligible bachelors in the village wanted her to be their married to them, Nina's father was considered the luckiest man in the village to have married Nina's mother.

As not even the prince of the village was able to win her heart, Nina grow up to be more beautiful than her mother and was admired by all the maidens in the village.

One day, Nina was returning home from the stream when she saw a giant snake starring directly at her. She was terrified as she had never seen a snake that big in her life.

The snake gently approached her, Nina screamed at the top of her voice, shutting her eyes in fear. By the time she opened her eyes the snake has gone and Nina took to her heels as she ran back home in fear.

Nina got home and told her mother what happened, her mother comforted her as she was glad that nothing had happened to her daughter.

As days turned into weeks, strange occurrences began to take place. Nina would often find herself in dangerous situations only to he miraculously saved by the snake.

One day Nina was going on an errand, she was about to step on a venomous scorpion. When the snake appeared out of nowhere hissing loudly to alert her.

Nina caught sight of the dangerous scorpion and the snake hissing in front of her. She was so frightened and returned home.

The taught of the snake couldn't leave her mind, Nina wondered what the snake wanted with her. As night came, Nina retired to be and had a very terrifying dream.

Find out what happened next.

TO Be Continued
https://storymack.com.ng/twin-sister-snake-episode-2/

In my little country home, men are always the head of the family, in decision making, in politics too and we never had or ever dream of having a female president in our country not until the emerge of Aisha tiwa Abdul as the first ever female president in my country things began to change .....

Laws were changed and amended.... Ladies began to have a say in family matters, in politics and decisions making, as a guy u dare not maltreat ur wife no matter what happens, whether she's at fault or not.. If you dare touch her... You're on your own.. You can be jail....

6 Months after the emerge of Mrs Aisha Abdul, ladies began to inherit their fathers property too, you can't share the property without including ur sister.. Else all of those properties will be seized and handover to ur sister..
Ohh it seems men don't really matters again in our little country homes....

1year to the reign of Aisha Abdul our dear excellency, ladies began to climb palm-tree, in fact the first female hunter was introduced in her tenure, men were also force to back babies when they're crying... If you leave the house chores for ur wife alone and she reports you to the government, you'll be given house arrest... To guys it seems they were in bondage... What a president..

As times goes on women began to grew stronger in strength, politics, financies, and behold "WHAT A MAN CAN DO IN OUR COUNTRY, LADIES CAN DO EVEN MORE BETTER "

During love making Aisha Abdul introduce ladies on top policy, it's only ladies that ride men on bed... If you dare climb ur wife or girlfriend to ride her... That's offence number 1 under section 3.1 and punishable by beating 50 strokes of cane... Men became absolutely voiceless.

During divorces, is only ladies that owns the house.. While men will be force to park out...
This law enacted by Aisha Abdul the president also has disadvantages.. Men didn't have to marry ladies again so that their properties will be save...
The marriage rate became low in my country, it affected ladies anyway but some of them didn't care...

Another law has been created, if you dare impregnate a school girl under 18, it will attract 10yrs imprisonment and if you dare deny a pregnancy 20yrs imprisonment with hard labour..

2yrs to the reign of Aisha Abdul our first ever female president, She made a law that affected guys most... That all men plan a coup to dethrone her....
Behold the war has just begun cos Aisha is also ready for any nonessential attitude and powerful as well

TO Be Continued
https://storymack.com.ng/the-female-president-chapter-2/

(It's our secondary school graduation ceremony, I will be leaving Aisha in kaduna to Ghana to further my studies... we decided to do a blood covenant which will tight our soul together and bond us spiritually.. we pierce our finger and drill the blood into a juice ..since I was the guy who dis-flowered her, is just a little way of proving that I won't leave her(Things we do for love)

I majesty, hereby take this blood covenant to be enslaved by ur love, as I drink this covenant may I not have feelings for any other lady even when we're separated and if anyone tries to break this covenant let it bring madness or death , even while am a Christian and ur a Muslim, our family influence and war can't separate us and after death we'll still reunite in the underworld, Amen ( I drank the juice)

I Aisha Abdul, hereby take this blood covenant to be enslaved by ur love, as I drink this covenant may I not have feelings for any other guy even when we're far away and if anyone of us breaks this covenant let it brings death or madness , even when am a Muslim and ur a Christian, our family influence and war can't separate us and after death we'll still reunite in the under world, Ameen ( she drank the juice)

We knew that this won't be easy and it could be a risk to our lives if her dad finds out that she's dating a Christian guy and ready to marry him... In my own side the story is different, my dad and mum are aware of our relationship but they keep pressuring me to leave her cos it maybe life threatening... I didn't care (things we do for love)

After the graduation we hugged and kiss for 7minutes with tears, it feels like we're loosing someone but of course one thing that gave us hope is the blood covenant... Nobody leaves.

1 Month later I travel to Ghana, while in Ghana I learnt that Aisha's father will marry her off to one mallam as a 4th wife.... I can't accept that... Am quitting this school to go save my love, else I'll run mad or die cos of the blood covenant .... It's the beginning of the war

TO Be Continued
https://storymack.com.ng/in-love-with-a-muslim-lady-chapter-2/

So it was on Sunday morning around 9am , the weather was dull and the cloud moody ..
I was feeling so lazy to iron my clothes with the local iron (box iron) just to join my neighbours to church as we normally do every Sundays..

Since I didn't go to church which lack of power supply also contributed to it ... I decided to stroll down to a nearby bet9ja shop to charge my phone and also watch football highlights, I slowly arrange my charger and a semi multi sucket then I have to brush my teeth first, incase i argue football news there with friends , after few minutes of preparations I got out from my house then start a walk....

There's this cemetery that's not really far from the bet9ja shop, which most people comes to bury and pay respect to their long departed love ones

I saw a beautiful lady coming out from the cemetery, she was in her late 20s, very pretty... Tall in height with a curvy shape, she has this succulent lips that when she smiles it can make a married man divorce his wife immediately just to kiss her,.. She was fair in complexion with a pointed nose and I must confess I started having erection bit by bit. As I was approaching her, I was shaking in the spirit like a lady in the prayer house wey dey look for husband,😁😁😁 finally I saw myself talking to her .....

Me: hello am majesty but fine fine girls do call me handsome cos I fine pass their boy friends, 😁😁
Am approaching that Bet9ja shop to charge my phone not until I saw this angel in human disguise then I decided to have ur attention,... Is a pleasure having ur attention..

Girl : ur a funny dude majesty... anyways am Olivia, I just came to the cemetery to have some time with my beloved mum who died 5 years ago., since I just came back to town...

After some long conversations and we exchanged contacts and I walked her across the road before continuing my journey to the bet9ja shop

IN THE NIGHT SOMETHING HAPPENED!

TO Be Continued
https://storymack.com.ng/in-love-with-a-ghost-chapter-2/

Long time ago their was a scientist who doubted whether mermaid really existed.he did a research about mermaid but couldn't find any evidence.the scientist,who went by the name Richard, even sent the see divers to go and investigate with all their efforts but couldn't find anything.

"Do mermaid really exists,or am I hallucinating, I have to find out the thruth,i want to be the best scientist in the world,I want Dickson to respect me", Richard said angrily.richard and Dickson were enemies,they have been competing on whom would discover about mermaid, with all the evidence, and be the best scientist in the world. One day, Richard paid one of the best sea divers to go deep in the sea so that he could find out anything about mermaid.

"Ricky, I will pay you any amount that you want, so long as you bring me any evidence about mermaid, you can go with a water proof camera, take a picture or video", Richard said as he got out of his lab." Mr Richard, what are you talking about, does mermaid really exists? I only read in books, but am doubting if I will find, because I don't know how they look like, people explains them differently", out of fear, Rocky explained."

Rocky do want money? You know am going to pay you any amount that you would want and this is the only source of living you have, you can't survive in Paris without money, right? So think about it", Richard convinced.rocky,who was very handsome by then, very long and cute black hair, thought for a moment,then replied." It's okay tommorow morning,I will be here, so you can give me the necessary and dive in the Sea", Rocky said leaving the room.richard was happy by the answer, and knew that his mission had been completed.

"Anna, I will be out for two days or so", Rocky said as he got home." Where will you be going brother," Anna eagerly asked as she gave her brother a cold drink." I am going to have a mission,I mean.. Anna it's a very great deal, if I succeed, we are going to be reach."

TO Be Continued
https://storymack.com.ng/the-mermaid-war-chapter-2/

It was one chilly morning where everyone in the village was still in their beds feeling the warmth of their blankets while the cocks crew their best as if it indicated them to stop being lazy and wake up.Suddenly the horn blew from the direction of the king's palace and everyone new that the king needed them."Doreen wake up please don't pretend you haven't heard the horn blowing" her mother told her."

Okay mother but just give me one more minute to finish my dream" she said with her sleepy eyes.Her mother was angry with the answer and said,"let me not reach and find out that you are not there" then she left.Doreen was the most beautiful girl in the village and every girl admired to have company with her.Her dark skin and white egg shell teeth couldn't be compared with any other girl. Besides her mother was known with her wise sayings and he always obeyed the taboos of the village.

Doreen lazily woke from her sleep and got ready for the meeting at the king's palace. She wondered why the king called them at down.

TO Be Continued
https://storymack.com.ng/in-love-with-a-prince-chapter-2/

Jenny stood at the threshold of her home, a sense of foreboding clinging to her like the evening mist. The air crackled with an unsettling energy as her mother, Anne, led a tall, dark man into their living room.

"Jenny, this is Mark, my husband and your stepfather to be " Jenny's mother told her, forcing a smile and trying too hard to make her voice sound cheerful.
"Hello, Jenny. Lovely to finally meet you." Mark said, also forcing his smile.

Jenny forced a smile too, feeling an immediate sense of discomfort. She carefully observed Mark. His eyes was displaying a hidden depth that sent a chill down her spine. Mark and my mother are up for something, she thought to herself and kept calm.

During dinner, Jenny's mother and Mark keep having strained conversations. Jenny noticed her mother's attempt to keep up a facade of happiness. Seems like this man is trying to force my mother to marry him. He has a hidden agenda. Jenny thought to herself.

Jenny's younger brother, Tommy, was just busy chatting excitedly with everyone, especially Mark, unaware of the unease that lingered.
As they kept eating and talking, Jenny observed Mark's every move. His laughter, though polite, held an unnatural edge. He spoke of vague experiences and adventures, but his eyes betrayed a concealed malevolence.

Later, in the solitude of her room, Jenny's thoughts spiraled. A strange feeling gnawed at her, urging her to uncover the truth. Unable to resist, she tiptoed to the living room door, ajar enough to eavesdrop.

The hushed voices sent shivers through her. Mark's laughter, low and sinister, echoed through the dimly lit space.

"They have no idea what's in store for them, hahaha" Mark said, his words a chilling promise that hung in the air.

Jenny's eyes widen in shock. She can't comprehend the true nature of Mark's intentions, but the ominous laughter sends shivers down her spine.

Jenny retreated to her room, the darkness outside mirroring the shadows that had crept into her home. Sleep eluded her, replaced by a nagging suspicion that Mark's arrival had ushered in something malevolent.
The next day, Jenny tries to act normal, but she can't shake off the feeling that something is terribly wrong. She was sitting on the couch in the garden when Mark, wearing a facade of warmth, said to her.
"Jenny."

Jenny startled. She wasn't expecting anyone that moment. She looked up and saw Mark leaning against the door.
"We're going to be one big happy family, right?" Mark said, with a fake smile.
Jenny nods, unable to mask her uneasiness.

Later, Jenny confronts her mother, Anne, about Mark's behavior.
"Mom, there's something off about him. I heard him last night.
Anne raised her head, evading eye contact with Jenny.

"Jenny, give him a chance. He's been through a lot."
Jenny senses her mother is hiding something but decides not to push further, unaware of the web of secrets that has just entered their lives.

Days passed, each one bringing Jenny closer to the truth she sought. She noticed subtle changes – misplaced items, secretive glances, and the ever-present sense of being watched. Jenny's determination grew, fueled by an intuition that whispered danger.
One evening, curiosity led her to the attic. Dusty boxes and forgotten relics painted a silent narrative of her family's history. Among the forgotten treasures, she found a worn-out sewing basket, memories of her grandmother flooding back.

The creaking floorboards beneath her echoed in the stillness. In the dim light, she discovered a stack of old letters tied with a faded ribbon. As she delicately unfolded them, the letters revealed a tale of love, loss, and a name long buried – Emily.

In the midst of yellowed pages, a photograph emerged. A woman, strikingly similar to Anne, stood beside a man. Mark. The pieces clicked into place, forming a puzzle that Jenny was yet to comprehend.

The following morning, Jenny confronted her mother, Anne, holding the photograph like evidence in a courtroom.

"Who is Emily? And who is Mark?" she demanded, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and determination.

Anne's eyes widened, betraying the truth she had concealed. She sighed, sinking into a chair.

"Emily was my sister, Jenny. She disappeared years ago. Mark... Mark is connected to her in ways I never thought would haunt us."

A heaviness settled in the room as Anne unraveled the story of a past filled with secrets and betrayals. Emily's disappearance, a love affair gone awry, and Mark's reappearance into their lives – a specter of revenge.

Jenny's mind raced as the pieces of the puzzle fell into place. Mark wasn't just an unwelcome stepfather; he was a harbinger of a buried past, seeking retribution.

The attic became Jenny's refuge, a place of discovery and revelation. Amidst the dusty relics, she stumbled upon an old journal belonging to Emily. The inked pages bore witness to a tragic love story, the echoes of which reverberated through time.

The more she uncovered, the clearer Mark's malevolence became. His connection to Emily wasn't mere coincidence – it was a vendetta, a vendetta that threatened to consume everything Jenny held dear.

Determined to protect her family, Jenny delved into a realm of shadows and deception. She pieced together fragments of the past, exposing Mark's involvement in a criminal underworld that had entwined itself with her family's fate.

As she ventured deeper into the labyrinth of secrets, Jenny's phone buzzed with an unknown message. A cryptic address, leading her to an abandoned house at the outskirts of town.

The moon hung low in the night sky as Jenny, guided by the glow of her phone, approached the decaying structure. The air was thick with an otherworldly stillness, broken only by the distant hoot of an owl.

The door, groaning on rusty hinges, revealed a darkness that seemed to swallow the feeble light from Jenny's phone. She navigated through the eerie silence, following an invisible thread that pulled her deeper into the bowels of the abandoned house.

In a hidden room, the air grew colder, and the past seemed to bleed into the present. Mark's voice resonated from the shadows.

"This is where it all began, Jenny. The beginning of the end."

Jenny's breath caught as she beheld a wall adorned with photographs – moments stolen in time, documenting a malevolent dance that spanned generations. The room whispered tales of revenge, betrayal, and a darkness that refused to be buried.

Mark emerged from the shadows, his eyes gleaming with a sinister satisfaction.

"You shouldn't have come here, Jenny. The past is a beast best left undisturbed," Mark sneered, revealing the depth of his malevolence.

As Jenny stood on the precipice of a revelation, a sudden realization dawned – this wasn't just about her family's past; it was about her future. Mark's plan unfolded like a sinister ballet, and she was a pawn in his game.

The room seemed to warp, time folding upon itself. Mark's laughter reverberated, creating an unsettling dissonance in the air.

With a flick of his hand, Mark activated a device hidden in the shadows. The room trembled, reality itself unraveling as the fabric of time twisted in an unnatural dance.

In the chaos that ensued, Jenny felt the ground slipping beneath her. She clung to the fragments of reality, but the room warped and shifted, each step carrying her further from the familiar.

Reality reconstructed itself, leaving Jenny in an ancient Egyptian marketplace. The air was thick with the scent of spices and the clamor of a foreign tongue. She stood, disoriented and trapped in a time not her own.

Mark's laughter echoed through the ancient streets, taunting her from the shadows. The chase across time had begun, and Jenny found herself entangled in a web of past and future, her every step echoing with the rhythm of an insidious plot.

As the marketplace transformed into futuristic cityscapes and historical landscapes, Jenny's determination grew stronger. She navigated through the echoes of time, uncovering clues that hinted at a purpose beyond revenge – a cosmic disruption that Mark sought to unleash.

In a futuristic cityscape, amid holographic displays and hovering vehicles, Jenny confronted Mark. The air crackled with energy as they stood on the precipice of a temporal rift.

"You can't control time, Jenny. I hold the strings, and your family's fate dances to my tune," Mark declared, a malevolent glint in his eyes.

Jenny, fueled by the strength of generations past, confronted him with a resilience born of love and a determination to break free from the shadows that ensnared her family.
As the climactic showdown unfolded, Jenny outsmarted Mark, causing the stolen quantum.

TO BE CONTINUED
https://storymack.com.ng/a-twist-of-shadows-episode-2/

This is temptation, and the little man down there is not in any way helping the matter.🥒
I’ll always have to imprison him within the hook of my belt Just to avoid a story that touch.😔

Amanda, one of our neighbors daughter caught me more than twice while trying to control Mr konji from forcing himself out of my Jean trouser.👖

My name is Ayo but people prefer calling me ay. Didn’t have a nickname anyway.😜

(that was then, now I’m oko Adesewa)

Am the first in the family of three, the two are my dad and mom, which means I’m the only child. So mostly, I do have things in my way being the only child in the family.

I will be 21 next winter.😍
My father house is located at akure south region of ondo state being a GPS student I love maps. We have three neighbors which house are just a stone thrown from ours.🏘️
Mr igoni,Mr owoeye and Mr bamidele.

These men has two daughters each except for Mr Igoni which got three.👩
Amanda which was his first born followed by ifeoma and chioma.
Chioma which was the youngest will be around eighteen, basically speaking All of them are heavily loaded.🙀
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The front side of amanda is directly proportional to the size of a water melon🍉 and her backside is just exactly like the boot of a toyota venser car.🥺
I think they all inherit all those packages from their mom.

Mr Owoeye has two beautiful daughters , Grace and toyin. Both of them are okay just that their back side are equivalent to ****some text missing****.
Mr Bamidele has two daughters wumi and Dami. they are neither beautiful nor ugly, but both Of them are beautiful enough to make you fall inside gutter if you ain’t looking where you are going.🤣
Their packages are okay. Not too big and not too small.

When we first moved in into our house,
I always stay indoor minding my own business but always stealing glance from the window at any girl passing by or who came to fetch water in our house.🙈
The window is black so they can’t see me but I can see them clearly.
I do play Mr nice guy then, After a couple of months I started relating with the girls.
My first crush was on Amanda, she always drive me crazy with her melons. I started anticipating on how to get my d--k inside her tonton.👉👌
U can send hi to lordsamuel on 0543589658 to be added to the adults chatroom to enjoy more stories.
Well am a handsome guy so they say. But am not always sure if am handsome or not. But I love the mentality of being handsome.

I noticed something about ifeoma (Amanda sister). she is always clutching on me whenever she sees me and I understand very clear where she is driving to.😋

(Congratulation you are dealing with the right guy).😅

But Amanda was my target and not her, but who am I to say no to an inviting p---y.

Mr Owoeye daughters are also like an angel to me, Grace whoose happens to be the oldest was a little bit older than I.
And she’s known to be very pugnacious.
But in several occasions, my heart always longs for her. Since she seems impossible for me to have, I advanced downward to her sister Toyin.

One thing I love about toyin, she got a very beautiful dimples and she was easily accessible in terms of friendship. But getting to f--k her p---y was also something that drew me closer to her.

She was an university aspirant seeking for Admission, whereas her elder sister Grace was at her 400level in the institution.🎒
Toyin got a moderately big breast, just that she got no Butt.❌
I was a guru at math and physic, so most often, toyin do come to me to explain some math difficulty to her.📟
I used this medium to enter her. I wasn’t good at asking a lady out, I just make use of the friendship strategy. I’ll makes friends with them for a while, and before I knew it, they will be the one falling for me.

I was solving some sums for her one evening, when I caught her staring at my face with some lusty smile.🙄

“why are you smiling? ” I asked.🤷🏼‍♂️
😋😋

TO Be Continued
https://storymack.com.ng/my-neighbors-daughters-episode-2/

The alarm clock woke me up but I wasn't ready to get out of bed. I was still tired from hosting, Hephzibah, my second daughter's 9th birthday party which was in full swing.

There were many of other things to be done this morning, like; cleaning the yard, sorting present and settling some after bills.

I rolled out of bed after shutting my alarm. My husband was still snoring, just like me he had a rough day yesterday. I wore my glasses and saw my room properly for the first time that morning. In one corner of the corner of the room there was a stash of birthday presents for Hephzibah.

I made my way downstairs, the living room that one of my maids was cleaning. She greeted me and I replied stiffly. I wanted to drag her attention to a part on the ground that wasn't scrubbed properly, but noises coming from the kitchen distracted me.

"Are you mad or crazy, I said you didn't prepare this well" the angry time of my eldest daughter, Sophie rang through the house. I could feel myself getting angry myself, who was that idiot making my daughter this angry?

I entered the kitchen ready to pounce on the person annoying my daughter and it was Dorcas, the maid responsible for cooking.

"What is happening here?" I asked.

"Good morning ma" Dorcas greeted.

"Can you answer my question, what is happening here?"

"Ma na Sophie o, she come this morning come de ask say make I do toasted bread, I do the bread well but she talk she no wan chop am"

(Ma its Sophie, she asked that I prepare her toasted bread this morning, I prepared the bread well but she refused to eat it)

"You cannot even speak English" Sophie laughed, and I could see Dorcas boiling in anger.

"This your pikin no get respect, I don de tolerate her nonsense since but-" I slapped her half way into her useless complain. She looked shocked but I was happy to have restored order in my house.

Anybody below my standard has no right to address any of my children in that manner, not when I am alive.

TO Be Continued
https://storymack.com.ng/birthday-present-part-2/