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07/01/2026

PREGNANT FOR MY SISTER’S HUSBAND

EPISODE 4

There were moments Tolani would stand before the mirror, her hands resting on her stomach, wondering if shame had a physical form. She still studied, still helped with house chores, still played with Temi—but she was no longer innocent.

She had become the very thing her mother had warned her about, not with just any man, but with uncle David, her own blood sister’s husband. And the worst part? She had begun to crave it. Not the affection. Not the companionship. Just the forbidden touch.

One fateful morning, about four months after their illicit affair began, Tolani began to feel sick and nauseous. At first, she thought it was just malaria. She had woken up with a pounding headache and a bitter taste in her mouth. Her body felt weak, her appetite vanished, and her eyes looked dull.

For days, she tried to hide it, brushing it off as stress or tiredness. But the signs grew louder. She vomited in the kitchen sink one morning while washing plates. Then again in the bathroom. The next morning, she collapsed in the sitting room. That was when panic set in.

They rushed her to a nearby clinic. Lola held her hand tightly as the nurses attended to her, confusion written all over her face. David paced outside the door, his face tense, eyes darting about. When the doctor finally emerged, he asked to speak to them privately.

“She’s stable,” he began. “But I believe you should prepare yourselves. Your sister is pregnant.”

For a moment, there was silence. Lola blinked. “Preg… what? What do you mean pregnant?” The doctor cleared his throat. “She’s about six weeks gone.”

David sat down slowly, pretending to process the news. Lola stood frozen, her mouth slightly open, eyes fixed on the doctor as though trying to decode a cruel joke.

“No… no, that’s not possible,” she whispered. “She barely leaves the house. She doesn’t even have friends in this area.” “She’ll need prenatal care,” the doctor continued, unaware of the emotional storm brewing.

“We’ll also need to check her vitals regularly. For now, let her rest.” They were given some medications after which they headed home. The ride home was quiet.

Back in the house, the questions came like bullets. Lola dropped her child and turned on her sister. “Tolani,” she said firmly, “who got you pregnant?” Tolani kept her eyes on the floor. Lola’s voice trembled.

“You’re carrying a baby, and you won’t say who the father is?” Still no answer.

David, pretending to be furious, stood up and shouted. “Are you out of your mind?! You’re living in someone’s house, and you open your legs without even telling anyone who the father is?! Do you want to disgrace your sister?!” Tolani flinched but said nothing.

Lola knelt in front of her, tears filling her eyes. “Please,” she begged, “tell me the truth. I don’t care if it’s someone from the compound. I won’t judge. I just want to know. Please, Tolani.”

But Tolani only shook her head slowly, tears rolling down her cheeks. She couldn’t say it. Not because she didn’t want to. But because the shame would burn through the walls of the house and destroy everything. David stood over her, his hand on his waist, eyes burning—not with anger, but fear.

The next morning, the house was heavy with silence. Lola, now emotionally drained, prepared quietly, strapped Temi to her back. Before leaving for the market, she sat beside Tolani and said softly, “If you change your mind and want to talk, I’m here. I’m not your enemy.” Then she left.

Not long after, the familiar knock came. David entered, locking the door behind him like always. But this time, there was no playful smile. No flirting. He sat beside Tolani, who refused to look at him.

“You didn’t say anything yesterday,” he said in a low voice. “Thank you.” She still didn’t respond. “I know you’re angry. Scared. But please… don’t ruin everything. Just say you don’t know who did it. Or make up a name. Anyone. But don’t say it’s me.”

He leaned closer. “I’ll find a way around it. I’ll even support you. Give you money. Anything. Just don’t tell my wife.”

The next day, David waited until Lola left for the market, then told Tolani to get dressed quickly. He said it was for her own good. That this “thing” needed to be removed before it destroyed all of them. Tolani sat on the bed, clutching her stomach, afraid and unsure.

“You don’t have a choice,” he said, tossing her a scarf. “You think your sister will ever forgive us if she finds out? Let’s just end it.” Her heart said no, but her mouth said nothing.

She followed him. The clinic was on the outskirts of the city. Small. Hidden. No signboard. The nurse didn’t ask too many questions. Just gave her a form to sign and told her to lie on the metal bed. The procedure was quick, cold, and mechanical. No comfort. No compassion.

By the time David drove her home that evening, Tolani could barely walk. He helped her lie on her mattress in the parlour and said, “Just rest. You’ll be fine.”

TO BE CONTINUED

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07/01/2026

THE KIND LITTLE GIRL

06/01/2026

PREGNANT FOR MY SISTER’S HUSBAND

EPISODE 3

The second attempt came days later. That evening, Lola had received an urgent call from one of her wholesale suppliers and had rushed back to the market. David arrived home early and found Tolani alone, reading past questions.

“You read too much,” he said playfully, sitting across from her. “I want to pass JAMB,” she replied without looking up. He smiled and leaned back in the chair. “Don’t stress your brain too much. There are other ways to succeed.” She ignored the comment.

Then he said, “You know… your sister wasn’t the first woman I loved. But I married her because she’s loyal and hardworking”. Then he moved closer to her. She pulled away suddenly and stood. “I want to sleep,” she whispered. And that was the end of it—for that day.

But things had already shifted. The wall between resistance and temptation was cracking. Night after night, the sound from the bedroom didn’t just bother her anymore—they burned her. Her body ached with a need she was too ashamed to name. She wasn’t proud of what happened next.

It was a hot Sunday afternoon. Lola had gone to the market with Temi, for restocking. Tolani stayed behind to clean and rest. She sat under the fan, flipping through her English textbook. The house was quiet.

Then David came home. He smiled at her and sat beside her. This time, she didn’t stand up. There was no force. No begging. No pressure. Only two people lost in the hunger they had tried for too long to silence.

That afternoon, they made out. It was quick. When it was over, she sat quietly, staring at the floor. David said nothing. He got up and left the house again, like nothing had happened. Tolani sat there, confused. Angry. Ashamed. But also… surprised by how much she had wanted it. She had crossed a line she swore she never would. She knew it was wrong, but she could not deny the fire.

What started as a single mistake become routine. David made a habit of dropping his wife at the market in the morning, helping her offload her goods with a cheerful kiss and a promise to return by nightfall. But instead of heading straight to the taxi park, he often drove back home.

Tolani would be waiting. Sometimes, she pretended to resist. Other times, she gave in before he even asked. They barely spoke afterward, no terms of endearment, no promises. Just shared heat in silence, then the awkward calm of strangers with a deadly secret.

By sunrise, David would wash his face, grab his keys, and head out for real, carrying passengers across the city like a man with nothing to hide. Neighbours suspected David new routine and knew something fishy was going on but none was bold enough to tell Lola.

Madam Gold, the woman who lived in the apartment next to theirs also saw what was going on. She was a middle-aged woman who worked from home as a digital marketer. She hardly missed anything that happened in the compound. She had lived long enough to know what was going on.

“This girl will ruin that woman’s home,” she muttered. But she couldn’t bring herself to say it directly. She feared being labeled a gossip or worse, a home breaker. So, she found another way.

It was a Sunday evening, Lola stepped out to buy groceries down the street when Madam Gold called her into her apartment. At first, she introduced some of her products to her and encouraged her to patronize. Then she changed the topic subtly.

“Please don’t be offended o. I just want to advise you like a big sister would.” “It’s about that your sister... Tolani. She’s a fine girl. Very fine. And respectful too. But she’s growing. And I’ve noticed she’s always home, mostly idle.

I think… maybe you should send her to learn something. Hairdressing. Tailoring. Anything. Too much free time for a young girl like that is not good.” There was a pause on the line. Lola smiled faintly. “Tolani is not idle Ma. She’s preparing for her JAMB exam. That’s why I kept her at home. I want her to focus and pass well.”

“I understand,” Madam Gold said gently. “But even with exams, she can still learn a skill. My dear, sometimes we protect our home by acting early, even if we don’t see the fire yet.”

Lola laughed, not mockingly, but with genuine confidence. “Don’t worry, Ma. Tolani is not that kind of girl. She’s like my only sister and sibling. I trust her. Besides, my husband too—he’s a good man. There’s nothing to worry about.”

“Hmm,” Madam Gold murmured. “Okay, my sister. I’ve said my own.” Lola shook her head and smiled to herself. She saw the warning as paranoia, the kind old women offered when they watched too many Nollywood films. Tolani was not like that. David was not like that. In her heart, her home was unshakeable.

But the affair continued. Sometimes in the morning. Sometimes in the afternoon. Always in secret.

TO BE CONTINUED

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05/01/2026

PREGNANT FOR MY SISTER’S HUSBAND

EPISODE 2

Their apartment was a room-and-parlour self-contained apartment, no more. The bedroom belonged to Lola and her husband, David. The parlour, where Tolani slept on a small mattress laid out each night, doubled as living room by day and her sleeping space by night.

Every night, when the couple made out Tolani heard the m0aning sounds they made. At first, it was just faint whispers—soft, muffled sounds drifting from the bedroom into the darkened parlour where Tolani lay. Some nights, it started with laughter. Then the bed would creak.

Tolani would press her pillow to her ears, but the sounds slipped through like smoke. She would close her eyes tight but the heat kept spreading through her body. She began to remember her boyfriend Kayode.

The urge for affection came back and she began to desire sxuall intimacy. She hated it. Fought it. But it grew stronger each night. She tried to distract herself during the day, reading, cooking, doing other house chores. But at night, when the lights went off, it returned. Quietly. Boldly. Shamefully.

Lola, in her usual loving nature, had no idea. She saw Tolani as a baby sister. A girl who needed care, comfort, and support. And in her desire to make her feel special, she began to buy her little things from the market, slippers, perfume, lip gloss, and clothes.

Some were modest, long skirts and simple blouses. But others were trendier, tight jeans, crop tops, and short gowns with bright prints and off-shoulder designs. To Lola, it was nothing. Just a way to boost her sister’s confidence and help her fit in with city girls. After all, she was young and beautiful.

She trusted her husband completely. He had never given her a reason not to. But little did she know what harm she was bringing to her family. Unknown to her, her husband had begun to notice Tolani and how beautiful she looked in those beautiful dresses.

At first, it was subtle. A glance that lingered just a second longer than it should. A comment about how “grown” she looked. He would return from work, and as Lola ran to the kitchen to dish food, his eyes would flicker toward Tolani. He never said anything inappropriate.

Tolani noticed. Sometimes, when she bent to sweep or leaned over to lift Temi, she would feel his eyes crawling over her back. When she turned, he would be staring, calmly, shamelessly—before looking away like nothing happened.

She avoided sitting too close to him. But desire is like smoke. It doesn’t need permission to spread. And David was beginning to burn from within. His desire got the better of him and he couldn’t control it anymore.

On a Wednesday morning, just like any other, the sun had barely risen when David drove his wife Lola to her stall in the market. It was routine. Every day, he would drop his wife off, then spend the rest of the day working.

But on this particular day, he had other plans. Two hours later, the front door creaked open again. Tolani was in the kitchen, rinsing beans for moin-moin when she heard footsteps. She wiped her hands and came out.

Welcome Sir. You are back already? She asked, not sensing anything. He smiled, locking the door gently behind him. “I just said let me rest small before heading back out. Hope you’ve eaten?”

She nodded in affirmation. He walked past her slowly, eyes scanning the room as if searching for something. Something about him was... off. “You’re doing well,” he said, stepping closer.

“The house is always neat, food is always sweet, and you take care of Temi like your own. Your sister is lucky to have you.” “Thank you,” she said, shifting uncomfortably.

“I was even thinking…” he continued, lowering his voice, “a girl like you, fine like this... your boyfriend back in the village must be missing you badly.”

She blinked, stunned. “I don’t have a boyfriend.” He chuckled. “You don’t have to lie to me. I was once your age too and I can tell that you have one”. Tolani’s hands trembled slightly as she reached for the kitchen towel.

She didn’t like where the conversation was going. She gave a nervous laugh and turned back toward the kitchen. “I’ll go and check the beans,” she said as she walked into the kitchen and shut the door behind her.

TO BE CONTINUED

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05/01/2026

THE POOR WIDOW AND THE STRANGE BEGGAR

05/01/2026

Happy New Week 🌸

A fresh week is here, filled with new opportunities, new strength, and new grace.
May this week bring you peace of mind, clarity in your decisions, favor in your efforts, and joy in all you do.

Step into it with faith, confidence, and a grateful heart.

Wishing you a productive, peaceful, and beautiful week ahead ✨

04/01/2026

Happy Sunday 😊

03/01/2026

PREGNANT FOR MY SISTER’S HUSBAND

EPISODE 1

“The city is not like the village, my daughter. Men there have sugar-coated tongues, and some women have eyes like serpents. Remember the daughter of Mama Iyabo who went and returned with a child but no father? Don’t bring shame to my old age. Above all, respect your sister, she is now your second mother.”

Those were Mama’s words as she sat beneath the old mango tree with her eighteen-year-old daughter, Tolani. Her voice carried the weight of experience, her tone sharp yet laced with love. A leather box stood in their small mud house, already packed.

Tomorrow was the big day—Tolani was leaving for Lagos. She had just finished her final secondary school exams and was full of dreams. A future in the city felt like a golden ticket out of poverty. Her elder sister and only sibling, Lola, had agreed to take her in. It was an opportunity many in the village could only dream of.

“Mama, I hear you,” Tolani replied with a smile. “I’ll be of good behavior. I promise not to bring shame.” “Good. Your sister worked hard to become who she is. She agreed to take you in because she wants you to be better than me. Better than this life. Help her in the house, keep away from trouble, and above all—don’t forget where you’re coming from.”

That night, sleep didn’t come easily. Tolani lay on her mat, staring at the ceiling as her mind played scenes of city life. Her heart was full of anticipation. She thought of Kayode, her secondary school mate and boyfriend whom she loved deeply.

She had told him three days earlier, that she was relocating to Lagos and though, the news came as a shock to him, he had accepted it in good fate. That day, they made love again, just like they always did, using protection.

Early the next morning, just before sunrise, Tolani hugged her mother tightly as she sobbed gently at the bus park. She boarded the bus to Lagos and the journey began.

The journey from Oyo to Lagos was long, dusty, and noisy, but Tolani enjoyed every bit of it. By afternoon, the bus reached the chaotic Oshodi terminal. The moment the door opened, a familiar voice pierced through the chaos.

Tolani! Standing just outside the crowd was Lola, her elder sister. She rushed toward Tolani, wrapped her arms around her and exclaimed, “Ah! See this small girl! You’ve grown o! Welcome to Lagos, my dear”.

They took a taxi to Surulere, where they lived in a small room and parlour self-contained apartment. Tolani couldn’t contain her joy, but she had no idea what was ahead. No idea how soon her promise would be tested.

Before Tolani joined them, the house was always in motion—like a spinning top that never stopped. Lola ran a modest but growing business in the open market. She sold everything from ladies' handbags and shoes to secondhand clothes and cosmetics.

It wasn’t glamorous, but it paid the bills. Her stall, was always loud and busy, with women haggling prices and shouting over one another. Her one-year-old baby girl, Temi, often stayed strapped to her back as she stood under the blazing Lagos sun from morning till evening.

Her husband, David, was a taxi driver. A man of few words and steady routines. He usually left the house as early as 5:30 a.m. then returned around 8 am to take Lola to her stall before hitting the road again. Then, he returned late in the evening, smelling of sweat and traffic fumes, often too tired to do more than bath, eat and sleep. They were not rich, but they were content.

When Tolani joined them, things shifted—but in a good way. She blended in like a missing puzzle piece. Quiet, respectful, and eager to please, she instantly became Lola’s pride.

After settling in, Lola sat her down one evening and said: “You’ll write JAMB next year. You’ll be the first to enter university in this family. I don’t want you to waste this chance.” The very next day, Lola came home with two brown paper bags.

Inside were past questions, notebooks, and three textbooks, She also bought a simple reading lamp. “You’ll study here in the house,” she told her. “Don’t let housework distract you too much. I’ll balance things.”

True to her word, Lola made sure Tolani had enough time to study. In the mornings, while Lola prepared for the market, Tolani sat at the edge of the dining table, poring over questions and scribbling in her notes.

Sometimes, when the market was unusually busy or when Lola received large orders from customers online, she needed to go early.

On those days, Baby Temi would be left in Tolani’s care. Tolani helped sweep the house, cooked when her sister was too tired, and even assisted in sorting stock.

Everything was moving on smoothly until things began to change…

TO BE CONTINUED

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03/01/2026

POOR WIDOW GAVE HER LAST MEAL TO A STRANGE BEGGAR. WHAT HAPPENED NEXT SHOCKED THE ENTIRE VILLAGE

Mama Udo sat under the small shed that served as her kitchen, stirring a small pot of yam porridge on the fire. The pot was old, and the food inside was little—but it was all she had. The last food. The very last small piece of yam in her possession.

She stirred the pot with a wooden spoon, her hand moving in quiet circles. Each time she lifted the spoon, the smell rose into the air, warm, familiar, comforting. And cruel.

Mama Udo was a widow, whose only son had travelled to the city months earlier in search of a better life. Since then, there had been no word from him. No message. No money. No sign. Mama Udo no longer knew if her son was still alive or already lying in some forgotten corner of the earth. The not knowing was the hardest part—it sat heavily in her chest, day and night.

She sighed.

“So this is it,” she whispered to herself. “This is how it ends.”

The words hung in the air, unanswered.

That pot held her last meal. The final small piece of yam she owned in the world. No more in the barn. No more in the kitchen. No money hidden anywhere. Nothing.

She stirred again, slower this time, her eyes fixed on the pot like it might suddenly speak to her.

“God,” she murmured, her voice cracked and dry, “after today… what will I eat tomorrow?”

She stopped stirring and rested the spoon against the side of the pot. Her hand shook slightly—not from age alone, but from hunger and exhaustion.

Behind her hut lay a small piece of farmland. Her farmland. It was very small. Too small to feed a family, let alone a lonely widow. It had been her only source of food since her son vanished into thin air

She added the last spoon of palm oil into the pot, watching it disappears. She wanted the meal to feel complete, even if her life did not.

When the porridge thickened, she removed the pot from the fire carefully and placed it on the ground. She reached for a small calabash. She scooped the food into it, filling it carefully, almost lovingly.

She carried the calabash and sat on a low wooden stool. She adjusted her wrapper and stared at the food without touching it.

“This is the last,” she whispered. “After this… hunger.”

Her mind wandered to her son again.

“Chukwudi,” she said quietly, her voice trembling, “wherever you are… do you still remember your mother?”

Her lips quivered.

“If you are alive, may God protect you. If you are dead…” her voice broke, “…may He not let me die this way.”

A tear slipped down her cheek. She wiped it quickly. Crying would not fill an empty stomach.

She picked a small piece of yam with her fingers and lifted it toward her mouth, about to eat. That was when she heard footsteps.

Slow. Dragging. Uncertain. Her hand froze mid-air. She lifted her head.

At the entrance of her compound stood a man. Unkempt. Tattered. His clothes were torn and dirty, hanging loosely on his thin body. His hair was wild, his face sunken, his eyes hollow.

Hunger clung to him like a shadow. He took a hesitant step forward.

“Mama…” he said, his voice hoarse and weak. “Please.”

Mama Udo instinctively pulled the calabash closer to herself.

The man swallowed.

“I have not eaten for days,” he continued, shame and desperation mixing in his voice. “Even if it is small, please help me.”

Mama Udo looked at him.

She looked at his trembling hands. At his hungry eyes.

Then she looked at her food.

Her last meal. Her only hope for today. Her heart pounded painfully.

“If I give this away,” her mind whispered, “what will I eat?”

Then another thought followed, softer but heavier.

“If you refuse… what will become of him?”

Her chest tightened. Her fingers dug into the calabash. For a moment, she sat there, torn between survival and mercy.

She thought of her son.

What if Chukwudi is somewhere like this man? What if he is hungry, begging someone?

Her eyes softened. Slowly, she stood up.

The man watched her with disbelief, fear, and hope all at once.

Mama Udo extended the calabash toward him. Her hands shook.

“Take,” she said quietly.

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