THE DAY PELUMI DIED

The shouts of "Thief! Thief!" filled the air. The man being chased ran past a young man who was unaware of what was happening. He was just heading home from an errand, with a half bag of rice on his shoulder and a jar of oil in his hands.

Without warning, the crowd rushed at him, leaving no room for explanation. The actual thief ran away, but the innocent young man was mistaken for him and attacked. Blows rained down on him, and cutlasses cut him deeper. He opened his mouth to cry out, but another blow landed on his head. He sprawled on the ground, half dead.

The bag of rice and the jar of oil burst, mixing with his blood, creating a terrifying scene. The crowd fetched a nearby tire and set him on fire within seconds. Before five minutes had passed, some young guys arrived, dragging the real thief with them, only to find an innocent young man already ablaze. They tried to quench the flames and dragged him out of the fire, but the stench of roasted flesh filled the air.

Pelumi died that day. The thief was taken away by the police, while Pelumi's corpse was left at the scene.

His mother arrived, looked at her son, and shouted, "Oja, fire of the water serpent, let the blood of my son forever litter your river until you avenge him!"

I walked home shakily, realizing I could have been killed too. Pelumi was my friend before death took him. I was actually on my way to meet him, just few steps close to him and death embraced him.

That is how lawless our society has become😟

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WOMB ON TRIAL

EPISODE 2

I could barely sleep that night. My mind replayed the meeting over and over like a nightmare on repeat. The looks on their faces, the venom in their voices—bãrren women, other options.

Emeka lay beside me, his back turned, his breathing steady. How could he sleep so peacefully after what happened today? I turned to him, staring at his motionless form in the dim light of our bedroom.

"Emeka," I whispered.

He didn't respond.

I placed a hand on his shoulder and shook him gently. "Emeka, are you awake?"

A sigh escaped his lips before he turned slightly. "What is it, Nkechi?" His voice was tired, irritated.

"What happened today… why didn't you defend me?" My voice cracked, but I fought to keep my emotions in check.

His silence was deafening.

"Emeka," I pushed further, my pulse quickening. "Do you agree with them?"

He sat up abruptly, running a hand over his face. "Nkechi, this is how things are done in my family. You knew this."

My breath caught. "Knew what? That my womb would be a topic for discussion? That my worth would be measured by a male child I haven’t even had yet?"

He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "You're overreacting."

I stared at him in disbelief. "Overreacting? Your mother practically told me that if I don’t give birth to a boy, I have no place here!"

He didn’t deny it. He just lay back down, turning his back to me again.

The lump in my throat burned. I wanted to scream, to shake him, to make him understand the weight of what was happening. But I did nothing. I just lay there, eyes wide open, feeling more alone than I had ever felt in my life.

Then, just as sleep threatened to pull me under, I heard something.

Emeka's voice.

It was faint, almost a whisper.

I turned slightly, realizing he was on the phone.

"Yes, Mama," he murmured. "I understand… I'm on your side. But I can’t rush her… No, no, she won’t suspect anything. She thinks I’m neutral."

The room began to spin. My heart pounded so loudly I feared he would hear it.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to steady my breathing.

I was married to a man who was pretending to be my ally while plotting against me with his family.

My hands clenched into fists beneath the covers.

I had to get out of here. But first, I needed to know exactly what they were planning.

TO BE CONTINUED.... ✍️✍️✍️✍️

#catalystboost #Storytelling #virals #story #storytime

Wondering what is happening here🏃🏃🏃

My husband's friend came around sometime ago. He came to drop something for my husband and when he was leaving, he asked that I give him a hug cuz he was feeling lonely, his wife travelled abroad earlier this year.

I reluctantly gave him the hug because he's a friend. I realised he hugged me too tight and when he was about freeing himself, he kissed me on the lip and rushed out.

I didn't say anything, I tried to understand why he did it but later just ignored. I thought he might just be missing his wife.

Some days later he sent me a text asking if I reported him to my husband and I said NO.

From there, he started texting regularly and passing by the house to give me gifts and other things when he knows hubby isn't around.
We both lost control one time and had s3x. I always knew it could happen so I tried to keep my distance but it eventually happened and I couldn't control it.

I wasn't happy we did what we did, though I enjoyed it, I admit that. S3x with hubby was honestly one way. The change was fun.

I knew it may continue and I didn't want that. I am not a cheat so I told hubby's friend not to pass by anymore and I didn't want to see his face ever again.

He wouldn't listen, he sent a lengthy text explaining how he enjoyed it and how much he has come to love me, even more than his wife.

I don't know why but, I started feeling like I loved him too. I ignored him, but I couldn't boldly ask him to stay away from me. I entertained him when he comes around often so the s3x thing started happening again and this time, more regularly.
We spent time together and even went on trips sometimes. We had s3x in his car and at hotels on several occasions.

Beginning of this November month, he started withdrawing. He wouldn't call, text or ask to see me as usual. I asked why and he said his wife was coming home this December and he wanted to end things with me before she does, adding that he didn't want to have any issues with his wife nor my husband later.

As I type this, he has blocked and ghosted me completely. I feel hurt, used and played by my husband's bosom friend. I really don't know how to pay him back for what he has done to me. He has disrespected and taken advantage of me. How am I supposed to handle this? What do I do to hurt him back?

So many issues are happening in this country.

Numerous challenges.
And still no solutions 😎

No matter what is happening to you, it will be well soonest.

What is happening here 😂🤣🏃‍♂️.

What is happening here

NEW STORY ALERT!! JASMINE CHAPTER 1

Don’t ever date or marry a woman out of pity, especially if she is a stranger.

One cold evening; one of those cold evenings where the sun disappeared as early as 3:00 PM, I was standing in front of the building where I lived, doing nothing in particular. I had closed my shop early that day because my landlord had called for an urgent and important meeting. Since I didn’t want to be in his bad books, and I had deliberately stayed away from the two previous meetings, I decided that it would be good if I attended that one.

But when I got home that evening, I realized that his car was not parked in its usual place. For someone who had convened a meeting, that was going to start in about thirty minute’s time, he was supposed to be home. But he was not. Wondering what was happening, I decided to stand in front of the building so that I would know when he was returning back from wherever he was.

As I stood there, another neighbour who had also just closed from work, saw me and greeted.

“Good evening, Mr. Emeka. You are home early today. What happened? Market wasn’t good?”

“Good evening, my neighbour. It’s not because of bad market oh. It is because of the meeting with landlord that I came home, or have you forgotten?”

“Meeting?” She asked, trying to recollect. “Oh! The meeting. Didn’t you hear that it had been cancelled?”

“Cancelled? When?” I was surprised.

“Last night. It was posted in the tenants WhatsApp forum. Didn’t you see it?”

“No, I didn’t. Actually, I left the forum without knowing. That could be the reason.”

“Yes, landlord had to travel suddenly. So, meeting has been moved to Friday next week.”

“Ok, thank you, neighbour.” I spoke. I was very angry.

So, I had just wasted my time like that?! Could you imagine me locking my store a full four hours before my normal closing time just so that I could attend the meeting and avoid running into trouble with my landlord. Now, here I was. Meeting was cancelled and I had no idea. I was terribly vexed.

Well, what could I do? I had to go back to my apartment and wind the rest of the day. There was nothing I could do. But as I was about to get back inside, I saw a bike coming towards me, and the rider seemed to be trying to get my attention. So, I stalled for a while waiting for him to come closer. Once he got to where I was standing, he spoke:

“Good evening, bro.”

“Good evening. How may I be of help to you?” I asked.

“Please, do you know any hotel here called Fairy Land?”

“Fairy Land?” I asked, grimacing. “What kind of a name is that? Anyway, I do not know.”

“But I was told that it was just around here?” That was his passenger speaking. She was a beautiful female of about twenty-two years. She was slim and fair complexioned.

“No, I have been living here for quite a while, and I know all the hotels around here. There is Diamond Garden about two hundred meters from here. Then, we have Grace Land behind my house and one other guest house that houses many Yahoo boys. Maybe it’s Grace Land you are talking about.”

“No, the person who asked me to meet him said Fairy Land.” She insisted.

“Well, we do not have a hotel like that here, sorry.”

I started walking into our compound when I heard a small agitation between the bike man and his beautiful female passenger.

“You are acting as if you have me on hire.” I heard the bike man complaining angrily. “We have been moving around for almost an hour, and we still haven’t found this hotel you are talking about. I am tired.”

“Please, be patient na. If not for the fact that the phone of the person I am going to see has been switched off, would I have been in this mess?” The lady replied.

“That is not my problem. That was not our agreement. In fact, be ready to add money because you have wasted my time, and you need to add some money.” He was still angry.

“Why should I add money?” The lady argued. “I thought I gave you five thousand?”

“Yes, and you think it is enough for all this time you have hijacked my machine? In fact, I am tired. Please, get off my bike.”

“But why? How can you be asking me to get off your bike? I don’t know anyone here.”

“That is not my business, my friend. Get off my bike. I have to be going.”

“I am not getting off your bike. Take me back to where you carried me.” She spoke.

“On whose bill? Abeg, I don’t want trouble. Just get off the bike or I will drag you from it by force.” He threatened.

“Drag who? Come and try it na.” She was daring him.

At this point, the bike man could no longer contain his growing anger. He got off his bike and was about to start pulling the lady from the bike when I intervened

TO BE CONTINUED…

Am not just introverted 🥹
Things happening around me made me so.
And am happy with myself 💯💘
Situations u find yourself can either make u or mare you ☺️😊
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