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IR3AYOMID3

Hello Ireayomide, As I beheld your face on the bed waiting for you to wake this morning, I smiled yet again. Indeed the action was me appreciating the Almighty. Indeed, a few things have struck me about you as I’ve watched you grow these last three years. Let me first tell you that I am listening to Simi’s Ayo as I write this just because I want to hear “Ire o, Ire. Ayomide o, A-yo-mi-de.” Remember we both listened to the same single a day before your birthday, like we did something close to this a day to your first birthday in 2018. Then, it was Adekunle Gold’s ‘Ire’ we were dancing to. Add both songs and we arrive at your wonderful name. Thanks for being a “very precious kid” like one of my friends referred to you few months after you were born. He had found out you were…

A Flame Goes Out

A FLAME GOES OUT – A story by Precious Emmanuel The father peers at the sheet of paper in disbelief. On it is written, in his son’s chaotic scrawl, the words “I stare down into the abyss. Satan welcomes me with open arms. I walk into his wide embrace. Where has God been all this while?” As he reads the verse over and over again, the words bouncing around in his skull like a table tennis ball, the disbelief changes very swiftly into anger. He stomps to his room and selects a thick, black, sturdy leather belt. Small, decorative metal balls are embedded in the leather. Demola would see. That boy would see. Writing this kind of rubbish in his house. An SS2 boy. He would see today. Whatever was making him do nonsense like this would jump out today. “Demola!” No answer. This boy. He had always been stubborn,…

Conquered #3

Read the previous episodes of Conquered by Obynofranc After the whole saga, Tega resumed back to school. Nkechi remembered what she thought she would discuss with Mama. After the assembly and she stood at the window and stared outside. The environment was sparkling and the morning breeze kept blowing. Everybody waited in class for their first teacher to arrive. She saw Tega walk close to their classroom while his bag was strapped to his back. He walked in an unusually quiet manner as he strutted towards the classroom. Some juniors were gawking and laughing at him, as he kept walking and burrowing the earth with his leg and sand particles kept moving up. His suspension was over. Nkechi’s mouth was wide agape. She was standing and staring at him. She saw a man trying so hard to morph into something he wanted the society to accept about him. A man…

Conquered #1

Amongst differing opinions about gender stereotyping, Nkechi had to deal with what society thinks about different issues. Putting up with her mother and getting some experiences by people in her school. Obynofranc, brings you Conquered. Please, drop a comment. He appreciates your feedback. Growing up with her mother has been a good tale for Nkechi, but she had to endure the sordid narratives projected on single mothers raising their children. She always wondered what bad single mothers had done to the society to deserve all the shaming. Growing up, she had been a good girl to her mother and their neighbors could testify on how well-behaved she was. She grew up in a neighborhood with children that were raised by both parents, and still behaved poorly and wondered why society had decided to stigmatised only single mothers. What about children their father died and their mother never cared to remarry.…

Stranger In Lagos #1

ENIOLA I hate Lagos. It is a city of vermin and lost souls. The darkest hearts live there. The air its citizens breathe is tainted with evil. You stay there long enough and you become part of the darkness. Even an innocent child is not immune to its perversion. Of course, like every megacity in the world, it’s a place where dreams come true. The skyscrapers, fast cars, bright lights and nightlife will always enthrall you. Each street is booming, and every destination boasts of its own distinctive spirit. From beaches to bars, hotels and local joints, adventure calls. It is the hub of modern Africa. The story of the Dark Continent cannot be told without giving Lagos its due mention. The core of oil-rich Nigeria rests on this legendary cinematic city. But it isn’t always pretty or inspiring. Behind the booming industries and glass-walled boardrooms, posh boutiques and luxury…

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