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“Toyin… Toyin… la oju e!” [Open your eyes] Auntie Teniola exclaimed in panic

Samantha [Toyin] was found laying under a tree by the well helpless; she yearned for water. She lay there naked and weak and could not speak a word. She was found by her little cousin Folakemi, the little one who had walked her to the King’s palace. Folakemi didn’t know why she followed her cousin Samantha; she just felt a prompting to keep an eye on her when everyone’s attention was on Chief Gbenga as he was gradually drawing his last breath.

Three days had passed and Samantha hadn’t awoken. She was still breathing yet seemed to be in a sort of perpetual slumber. Her spirit, soul and body were drained as she lay down on her mother’s bed. Dark clouds had gathered. Chief Gbenga was finally…

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Mirror Mirror on the wall

“Every nation has the government it deserves.” ~ Joseph de Maistre, August 1811   Tiglath-Pileser III  and Salmanaser V marched with their armies to capture the Northern Kingdom of Israel who were still drunk with the wine of pride, disobedience and debauchery. They refused to listen to the voices sent to them and incurred the... Continue Reading →




Thunder rumbled as the lightning lit up the sky and then the heavens opened. The thick dark clouds began releasing rain on Ijebu-Ode village. Samantha sat in the rain through out, she was not thinking normally. Chief Gbenga demanded for the gates to be locked to keep his daughter from leaving the premises as all except her presumed she was going mad. The raindrops trickled from the edge of the roofing sheet and hit the roots of her hair. She was a strong woman and she’d rather cry in the rain to prevent anyone from noticing. She quivered as she sat close to the wall. Her teeth gnashed. Her parents were disturbed; they’d wanted to know what the Oba had told her. Troy was the least of their problems.

“My daughter, come inside you will fall sick” Mama Amara said…

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Dear Peter,                   News of your master keeps travelling to us and at this rate, I am sure my testimony would just be under a heap of countless others. You know, since the day I was healed in my mind, I have slept soundly. I vividly remember how even within the entrapment of the war... Continue Reading →



Hey Samantha… wake up” He whispered into her ear

“How is it morning already? We just had dinner about an hour ago” she mumbled

“Up Samantha, flight is in a few hours” His voice resonated

“… and Sam, I keep seeing that same image in my dreams” He said

“You should stop watching those weird movies at ungodly hours” she responded

“I guess so” He sighed

She gently crawled out of her bed as her fiancé carried their luggage to the door. After a quick bath and an hour makeup, she was ready to set off. SamanthaOluwatoyin was a British-born Nigerian who lived with her fiancé Troy in Brussels, Belgium. She was a human rights advocate, did volunteer work for the local United Nations team for refugees in Europe and as well provided legal assistance to workers below the minimum wage. She was quite a resourceful lady and…

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The Touch

Ama Ackon brings an amazing story home…

Love Poured Out

It hurts so much. The feeling is so uncomfortable. A tear rolls down my right cheek slowly. I quickly brush it away with my right shoulder. I bend down more intently over the wash basin. I cannot start feeling sorry for myself again. I do not want to wallow in despair anymore. Or at least it is too early for that. Besides, today looks brighter than the previous days. A lazy smile turns the corners of my lips up. I have an appointment in the next town with a man who people say, is the best physician. I hurriedly lather the last bit of clothing left to be washed. The sun is out early today and I cannot afford to be late for the meeting. Today’s washing is keeping too long but then, the clothes need extra effort than usual to get them clean. They are so stained the water…

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Check yourself

Sharing.. It’s an interesting place. Shortly after you get there, they tell you to take off your clothes, they give you something more “appropriate” to wear and show you to a private room where they ask you to lay down on the bed and wait. Sometimes there is music and sometimes there is not. The... Continue Reading →

Beautiful Fabrics….made by God

There were 97 souls in the room this morning.. quite an achievement for this old-previously cantenkerous man... now a Reverend.... who decided to create a whole new generation... by changing his name... Fleming-El Paso was the new surname and he insisted all his 6 daughters keep their maiden names. He cared less if it would... Continue Reading →

Twenty four

Ep02: Tom and Jerry. 9:01pm She trembled and she wasn’t sure if it was the call she had just received or the note she had just read. She raced to her car and zoomed off…. Crime scene investigators had cordoned off a mile radius perimeter after evacuating all the neighbours. Fire fighters had managed to... Continue Reading →

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