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25/03/2025

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22/03/2025

Part Two*

The ground beneath her bare feet grew cold as she stumbled into the darkened forest, her trembling arms still wrapped around Fatou. Behind her, the fires devoured Soro, leaving only shadows and ashes.

A Distant Sun

Days turned to nights, and the sisters wandered. Hunger gnawed at their stomachs, but the ache of loss was far greater. Aisha did not know where the traders had taken her family. Each step forward felt like a betrayal of those left behind.

In the village of Yanda, they found refuge. An elder woman named Mama Djeneba took them in, her wrinkled hands cupping Aisha’s face with a mother’s tenderness. Fatou clung to Aisha like a fading memory of home.

But even in the safety of Yanda, Aisha's tears did not cease. At night, she woke to the sound of her father’s drum, only to find silence.

"I will find them," she whispered to the wind. "I will find my family."

The Threads of Sorrow

Years passed. Aisha grew into a striking woman, her hands skilled in the art of weaving. She poured her pain into vibrant patterns — reds for the blood spilled, blacks for the ashes of Soro, and blues for the endless tears. Each cloth she wove was a story, a lament for her lost family.

People marveled at her work, but they never saw the sorrow threaded within. Fatou, though still young, bore the eyes of one who had seen too much. The laughter that once danced upon her lips had grown silent.

20/03/2025

*Part One*

The Tears of Soro

In the heart of West Africa, nestled between golden savannahs and the whispering acacia trees, lay the village of Soro. It was a land of laughter and song, where the vibrant colors of woven fabrics mirrored the richness of its people's stories. The air carried the scent of roasted groundnuts and sun-dried millet, while the rhythmic beats of drums echoed through the hills.

Among the villagers was Aisha, a young woman with skin like the night sky and eyes that gleamed with unspoken dreams. She lived in a modest mud hut with her parents, Baba Musa and Mama Kadija, her two younger brothers, Amadu and Karim, and her little sister, Fatou. Life was not wealthy, but it was whole — stitched together with laughter, the aroma of shared meals, and the hum of ancestral songs.

But peace, like the delicate petals of the hibiscus flower, was not meant to last forever.

The Shadows that Fell Upon Soro

One evening, as the sun sank beneath the horizon, the village gathered for a celebration. Baba Musa pounded the djembe drum while children danced in circles, their laughter mingling with the crackling flames of the bonfire. Aisha twirled with Fatou, her hands weaving through the air like the fabric she crafted on her loom.

Then came the distant sound. Horses. Thunderous and swift. Aisha's heart twisted. The joy froze on every face. Without warning, the raiders swept through the village, their torches illuminating the night with fear. Slave traders. Ruthless men who saw not lives, but profit.

Screams filled the air as huts were set ablaze. Aisha clutched Fatou, her eyes searching frantically for her brothers. Amadu was fighting — his young arms flailing against the men, but he was no match. Karim cried out before disappearing into the night. Baba Musa was thrown to the ground, shielding Mama Kadija with his body.

"Run, Aisha!" Baba's voice roared through the chaos. But running felt like tearing away from her own souls
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19/10/2024

MYSTERIOUS MARRIAGE

EPISODE ONE

"Stella James, this is the man that I am giving you to" my father said in his usual harsh tone as I was pushed towards the man I had gotten married to that afternoon.

It was no news that my father was selling me out since he had sold my three elder sisters out to old men but what was more news was that he was selling me off to a deaf, dumb and crippled incredibly handsome young man.

My father was selling me to a disabled man.

I watched the body guards of the disabled man carry him into his brand new SUV and they pulled me from behind towards the SUV.

No matter how I struggled to get off the hands of the two hefty men they were holding me, they were stronger than I was.

When I looked up, my father was not looking at me, he was grinning at the full cash in his hands.

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The full cash that the disabled man had given him.

I glared at our house.

The house that my father had built from selling my sisters.

My two brothers were still in the house but my father had used I and my sisters to feed himself and my brothers.

The last girl was the one left.

I looked sadly at my weeping last sister.

"Why are you making it look like I am selling you off? I am only marrying you off!". My father cried out after me.

...and I remembered that book I had read when I was in primary school...

Nwanyibuife

Because I and my sisters were females, we had to be f0rced out of our will.



I sat still in the dark room that they had kept me in that night and waited patiently for the disabled man to come into the room to disv!rgin me.

I trembled.

My father never took me to the university and he didn't just stop there, he had sold me to a disabled man.

I wished in my heart that there will be a time that I will be able to prove to my father, the saying...

19/10/2024

My mother-in-law ate my babies
Episode 1

I am Amara, a woman once filled with dreams of a perfect family. I had married the love of my life, Chike. Together, we built a home, filled with joy and laughter, the kind of happiness one hopes for in a marriage. But behind the smiles and the façade of bliss, there was a darkness I couldn’t shake. I was childless.

For years, I carried the weight of our unfulfilled desires. The sorrow crept in like a silent predator, growing with every failed pregnancy. Each time I conceived, my heart would soar with hope, only for it to be dashed by the second month. It always happened the same way—the baby would mysteriously die. No medical explanation, no sign of warning. It was as if something beyond the physical world was at play, something terrifying.

Chike, my beloved husband, was my pillar of strength through it all. He was kind and patient, always assuring me that we would one day hold our child. "Amara, we are strong together. Our time will come," he would say, wrapping his arms around me whenever I felt like breaking. But despite his comforting words, I sensed his own frustration growing with each loss. A man can only take so much.

Yet, there was something else that unsettled me, something that always lurked in the background—Chike's mother, Nneoma. She visited often, unannounced and with an strange regularity. At first, I thought she came out of love, to console her son and daughter-in-law. But as time passed, her presence filled me with unease. There was something strange about her visits. Each time she came, she enforced a bizarre rule. By midnight, I had to be in bed, lights out, and asleep. She insisted on this with an intensity that made my skin crawl.

I remember the first time I asked her about it. "Mama, why must I sleep exactly at midnight and in total darkness?"

She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. "It’s tradition, my dear. It’s for your own good. Trust me, it’s best that way."

I didn’t understand her reas

19/10/2024

STUCK WITH MY HøT COUSIN

I usually hated it when my mom had to go out to work. Her work made her stay away for days and it made me feel lonely. I was the only child and my dad died a year ago. My mom had to work hard for both of us. Luckily she got a good job that pays well. Less stressful but cost her her time. I really didn't like it.

Things was about to get worse. Holiday came. I was in my final year in secondary school. Eighteen years old also. Handsome and I worked on my body, giving me a broad and HøT body.
Now that holiday came. I grew more lonely. At least school kept me around people and now it was about to get worse. " David, I'm sorry I have to go for the weekend. You know I'm doing this for us darling" my mom begged as she knew I felt bad. I didn't reply "okay, I called Anna, your cousin. She says she's free.... She'd come over for the weekend. Besides, she has been longing to see you. I hope that will be okay till I return. At least you won't be lonely"
Anna and I were really close when we we're little. We we're so fond of each other. I remember we kîssêd the last time we met. But that was eight years ago. We we're about nine then.
I didn't feel any better but I told my mom I was okay with it. She left with more than enough money for even a month. Anna would be coming later in the day.
My mom left and I went to my usual routine of work out. I did several rounds of push ups and sit ups. While working I began to think of Anna. First of all, she'll have to stay in my room. Our home had just two rooms... Despite the luxury and space. One was mine and the other for my parents. Even in my dad's death, my mom never shared her bed with nobody. I felt irritated. While yet thinking, I heard the doorbell. It had to be Anna.
I went to the door sweating profusely from my work out. As I opened the door, I couldn't tell but it didn't seem like what I was expecting. I didn't know what I expected but what I saw wasnt what I expected TBC
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