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02/03/2026

Karma says when somebody in your life is not right for you. God will continuously use them to hurt you until you become strong enough to let them go.

02/03/2026

Your good friends know all your stories, but your best friends were there when they were written

02/03/2026

You don’t miss me.
You just miss how I made you feel. There’s a difference.

02/03/2026

If you really want to be great at something you have to truly care about it. If you want to be great in a particular area, you have to obsess over it.

02/03/2026

Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.

02/03/2026

May we be protected from eyes that are secretly not happy to see us win in life.

02/03/2026

The leader is one who, out of the clutter, brings simplicity. Out of discord, harmony. And out of difficulty, opportunity.

02/03/2026

Be disciplined about what you respond and react to. Not everyone or everything deserves your time, energy, and attention. Stay in your light.

02/03/2026

When Love Wasn't Enough

Episode 13

When Nnamdi was done with his morning routine, he headed straight to Somto’s place. His heart was light, almost like he had been waiting for this moment since he arrived home. The sun was bright, the air was calm, and he felt good just thinking about seeing her again.

As he walked into Somto’s compound, there she was seated on the veranda, legs slightly folded, her wrapper tied loosely as she bent over a wide tray, cutting vegetable leaves. The green leaves glistened fresh under the sun, and the sharp sound of the knife cutting against the tray filled the quiet air.

“Hello, darling,” Nnamdi said softly, smiling as he approached her.

She raised her head quickly, her face lighting up. “Welcome, dear,” she greeted warmly, but her hands didn’t stop. She continued cutting seriously as though the vegetables were in a race with her.

Nnamdi bent closer. “Can I help you out with something?”

She shook her head playfully. “Nooo, you’re my visitor, so relax and wait for me to finish.”

Nnamdi frowned jokingly. “What nonsénse visitor? Abeg do, let me help you jare.” His smile widened, his eyes glittering with mischief.

Somto chuckled and shook her head, giving up. “Okay ooo, if you insist. Go inside and bring the stock fish. Start cooking.”

Nnamdi snapped his fingers. “Nice! You know my field very well. Now you’re talking.” He stood up proudly and walked into the house, making her laugh even louder.

Hours later, the kitchen was filled with the rich aroma of vegetable soup mixed with stock fish and spices. The two of them worked together like a married couple. Somto cutting, stirring, and monitoring the fire while Nnamdi handled the meat and stock fish like a professional. At last, they were done.

They sat cross-legged on the floor, a big tray between them, steaming soup and fufu ready. They began to feed each other like a lovely wedding couple, their laughter ringing out.

“You know,” Nnamdi said as he placed a lump of fufu into her mouth, “I really do miss this moment, especially when I’m in school. I’m glad that we are doing this again.”

Somto chewed slowly and nodded, but then her face dropped. “Yeah, same here. But… you will soon go.” Her eyes dimmed with sadness.

Nnamdi’s smile faded. He leaned closer. “Hmm, you know it’s for our own good. I do make sure I focus very well in school so I will achieve my dream and take care of you very well.”

“I know, my love,” she sighed. “Just that it’s always so boring without you here.”

“I know and understand,” he said, touching her chin gently. “Soon, it will be okay.”

Meanwhile, across town, Jasper sat in a Bét9ja shop, eyes glued to the screen. His shirt was rough, his face drenched in sweat. For months, he had been losing money. Money he didn’t even have. Gàmbling had swallowed him whole. His pulse raced as he placed another bét, but as always, luck betrayed him. He slammed his hand on the wooden table in frustration.

“Chai!” he muttered, grinding his teeth. He thought of using the house money, but fear held him back. If he lost again, it would be trouble.

He stepped outside angrily, his mind heavy. As he walked down the street, a familiar car slowed to a stop in front of him. He froze. Sandra. She was seated in the driver’s seat, her friend Perpetual beside her.

The window rolled down. “Good afternoon, Jasper,” Sandra greeted calmly.

Jasper didn’t even look at her properly. “Good afternoon to you too.” His voice was flat, casual.

“Nnamdi told me everything that happened. I’m so sorry, please.”

“I have heard,” Jasper said, his tone dismissive.

“So… are we good now?” Sandra asked, hope flickering in her eyes.

“We are,” Jasper replied, finally looking at her. “But not in school. I don’t want any wahala for me and my friend.”

“It’s okay,” she said softly. “But I’ll try to fix this as soon as possible.”

Jasper sighed. “Alright then.”

“So, where are you going? Home? I can drop you off.”

“There’s no need,” Jasper liéd quickly. “I’m already close to the house… besides, I’ll branch and see someone around that corner.” He pointed..

Sandra nodded slowly. “Okay then. How about your friend? when is he coming back?”

“I don’t know. Maybe weekend or so,” Jasper replied.

“Alright. Do have a lovely day, Jasper.”

“Thanks,” he muttered, walking away without looking back.

Inside the car, Perpetual leaned forward. “Who was that?”

“Oh, that’s Jasper. Nnamdi’s roommate,” Sandra explained.

“Oh, I see,” Perpetual said quietly. “It’s okay. Let’s just go.”

Back at Somto’s compound, Nnamdi and Somto had finished eating. They lày back lazily against the wall, too full to move, their eyes half-closed from satisfaction.

Somto turned to him suddenly, her face serious. “So, babe. Can we do something? It will mean the world to me.”

Nnamdi turned his head slowly to face her. “What’s that, baby?”

She hesitated. Her fingers twisted the edge of her wrapper. “So… I… I… I want us to do a bløød cøvenant. Promising that we won’t ever leave each other’s side.”

Nnamdi shot up immediately, his eyes wide, his heart pounding. “What??” he exclaimed, staring at her in disbelief.

To be continued…

02/03/2026

ABIODUN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

It was a quiet afternoon. The sky was calm. The sun had gone down slowly, leaving a warm glow on the windows of the living room. Mr. Gabriel sat quietly on the couch, a glass of champagne in the table and he is reading newspaper . He looked relaxed, and happy.

The past few days had been strange. Sometimes, his head would feel light. Other times, he would forget things easily, even things that happened just yesterday. He didn’t know what was going on, but he kept telling himself it was stress from work.

Just then, the front door opened, and Madam Felicia entered, looking exhausted but cheerful.

“Oh honey, how did the meeting go?” Mr. Gabriel asked, folding the newspaper gently.

“It went well… Oh my God, I’m so tired,” she replied, dropping her bag on the couch and stretching.

“Sorry about that,” he said calmly, sipping from his glass again.

She turned her head toward the staircase. “Grace!” she called out.

No response.

“Grace!” she called again, louder this time.

Still no reply.

“Where is this girl sef?” she murmured, already walking towards her room.

When she opened Grace’s door, she met her lyiñg on the bed, holding her phone tightly, her head moving slowly to the beat of whatever she was listening to through her headphones.

Felicia’s eyes rolled. “Imagine this girl oo…”

She walked closer and tapped her roughly on the shoulder.

Grace jumped. “Oh mom, you’re back?” she asked, looking shocked.

Felicia hissed. “No, I’m still on the road,” she replied with sarcasm.

“Sorry,” Grace said, pulling off her headphones.

“Go to the kitchen and get me something to eat jare. I’m tired,” she said and walked off to her room to change.

Meanwhile, Emmanuel was out. He didn’t tell anyone where he was going to, not even Grace. He just quietly picked the car key and left the house.

His heart had been disturbed since morning. There was something about his father’s behavior that wasn’t sitting well with him. The man had started acting somehow. He would forget conversations, repeat himself, and sometimes just stare blankly like he was in another world.

Nobody really noticed because he still dressed well and smiled, but Emmanuel knew his father. This wasn’t the man that raised him.

But the worst part was what happened two nights ago.

He had sat with his father in the living room and brought up the topic of Abiodun.

“Dad, don’t you think we should go and see Abiodun at the hospital?” he had asked.

Mr. Gabriel looked at him blankly.

“Abiodun? Who is Abiodun?” he asked, genuinely confused.

Emmanuel’s heart skipped. “Dad… Abiodun now, your elder brother's son… Remember ?”

“I don’t remember anyone like that,” Mr. Gabriel replied and stood up like he was tired of the conversation.

That night, Emmanuel couldn’t sleep.

Now he was standing inside one of the biggest restaurants in town. The aroma of jollof rice, grilled chicken, and fried plantain filled the air.

He ordered food for Abiodun and also bought fruits. He didn’t forget Sammy too. That boy had been like a brother to Abiodun.

As he walked into the hospital, carrying the food bags, he smiled when he saw the two boys sitting and chatting.

“My people!” he shouted playfully.

“Boss man!” Sammy stood up excitedly.

Abiodun smiled wide. “See fresh food oo, Sammy said jokingly.... Emmanuel, you’re the best.”

They laughed and hugged.

They all sat down and opened the food. As they ate, they started talking and laughing like old times. But deep inside Emmanuel’s heart, he knew there was something he had to say.

“I tried to talk to my dad about you, Abiodun,” he said softly.

Abiodun paused and looked at him.

“What did he say?” he asked.

“He acted like he doesn’t know who you are,” Emmanuel replied.

Sammy frowned. “Are you serious?”

“I’m serious,” Emmanuel nodded. “It was as if he had never heard your name before.”

There was silence....

Sammy sighed deeply. “I think your mom is using chàrms on him. That’s not ordinary.”

“I’ve been suspecting too,” Emmanuel said. “I mean, she doesn’t allow anyone to enter your late parents’ room, Abiodun. It’s always locked.”

Abiodun dropped his spoon slowly. His heart became heavy. His eyes were now staring into nothing.

He nodded slowly. “I believe it too… But all I know is that my God will fight for me.”

His voice cracked as he said it.

Sammy looked at him. “Bro, we believe too. But we also need to pray hard.”

“I will pray,” Abiodun said, his voice stronger now. “Even if nobody believes me. I know my God sees everything.”

Tears were now standing in his eyes.

Emmanuel put his hand on his shoulder. “You are not alone. We’re with you. We’ll find out the truth… even if it takes time.”

They sat together in silence, their hearts heavy, their minds full of thoughts.

The day your dad denied me , I was shocked myself. I knew it wasn't ordinary.... Abiodun said.

But something was clear, there was more going on in that house than anyone could explain. And they all knew that whatever it was… was coming from Madam Felicia.

To be continued..... Can I get 100 shares here?

02/03/2026

ABIODUN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Mr. Gabriel sat in the back seat of his car, breathing heavily. His heart was racing, and his mind was focused on what the personal assistant told him earlier “There’s a fire outbreak at the warehouse!”

“Driver, please move fast,” he said again, wiping sweat off his forehead.

They had just reached halfway when his phone rang again. It was the same number.

He picked it up quickly. “Yes! I’m almost there now. What’s going on?”

“Sir…” the voice said quietly. “I’m sorry, sir. It was a false alarm.”

Mr. Gabriel paused for a second. “False alarm? What do you mean by that?”

“The estate security made a mistake. The fire outbreak happened at the next shop, not ours.”

Mr. Gabriel’s face changed. His voice was loud now.

“Are you serious? Do you know the panic you’ve caused me?!”

“I’m really sorry, sir,” the assistant said again.

Mr. Gabriel sighed deeply. “Driver, please turn back. Let’s go home.”

“Alright, sir,” the driver replied and turned the car around.

He sat back in his seat, frustrated. “Nonsènse… false alarm,” he mumbled. “How can they be so careless?”

But little did he know, it wasn’t a false alarm. It was God saving him from deàth.

Back at home, everyone was seated in the living room. Emmanuel was on his phone. Grace was scrolling through TV channels. Madam Felicia was pacing up and down in the kitchen.

Just then, the front door opened and Gabriel entered.

They all turned around quickly.

“Honey! You’re back?” Madam Felicia asked, trying to hide her surprise.

“Yes,” he said, shaking his head. “Is it not that usèless security estate people? They called me to say it was a false alarm. That it was the next shop that caught fire, not ours.”

“Ehh! Thank God oo!” Emmanuel shouted, lifting his two hands up.

“Yes o! We thank God,” Grace said, trying to hide the relief in her voice.

But deep down, Madam Felicia’s heart was on fire. She was angry. Very angry. “So all my plan has failed because of this silly mistake? These stupīd people have just ruined everything!” she screamed in her mind.

She managed to smile. “That’s good news, honey. I was already getting worried.”

Gabriel nodded and went upstairs to rest. Felicia stood quietly, staring into space. Won't you eat something Honey? She ask...

I don't have that appetite to eat anymore, he responded and upstairs.

“No, this can’t end like this. I need to go back to Baba. We need another plan. I must finish this man before he finishes me.”

The next morning came gently. The sun slowly entered through the curtain. Birds chirped like they were singing a peaceful song. Mr. Gabriel stretched on the bed and yawned loudly.

“Where are you dressed to this early?” he asked, noticing his wife already dressed in a native wrapper and blouse with a matching head tie.

She turned and smiled. “Oh, I have a meeting with the women from “Oganihu Women Association.” We’re planning an outreach.”

“Hmm… okay, honey,” he said, rubbing his eyes. “Just be careful out there.”

“I will, my love,” she said and gave him a quick kīss on the cheek.

As usual, she picked the car key and her handbag. She never left the room key that the chàrm behind. She didn’t trust Gabriel. She feared he might start poking into things.

She entered the car and drove straight to the shrine.

“Welcome back, my daughter,” the herbalist said, sitting cross-legged on his mat, with smoke rising from a small pot beside him.

“What brings you back here so early?” he asked, his eyes sharp like a hunter’s.

Felicia sat down quickly. “Baba, it didn’t work. Everything failed!”

She narrated everything, how Gabriel was about to eat, how the phone call came in, and how he left the house.

“I was sure this time, Baba. But the call was a mistake, they said it was a false alarm. And now he’s back, alive and fine!” she said angrily.

The herbalist chuckled softly. “It means that his God is so powerful . But don’t worry, I have another plan.”

“What is it?” Felicia asked, her voice desperate.

“The only way now is to plan an àccident,” he said, looking straight into her eyes. “If he won’t eat póison, he can fall into danger.”

Felicia’s eyes widened. “Yes! Yes! Baba, that’s perfect. Why didn’t I think of that?”

She leaned forward. “So… how do we do it?”

The herbalist smiled again. “Don’t worry, my daughter. Leave that one to me. All I need now is his picture. Once I have it, I can start monitoring his movement through the gods. That way, we can plan the perfect accident.”

“Ahh… I didn’t come with his picture today,” she said quickly. “But I will bring it next time.”

He nodded. “Good. You’re doing well. The spirits are with you.”

She brought out an envelope from her bag and handed it to him. “Take, Baba. This is your usual token.”

He smiled as he counted the money and nodded. “You’re a true daughter. Go in peace.”

Felicia stood up, tied her wrapper well, and left the shrine. As she entered her car, her face looked determined.

“Gabriel… you will not escape next time. I swèar it.”

Back at the hospital, everything was different. The room felt lighter. Abiodun was no longer that weak boy lyiñg unconscious. His cheeks had gained some flesh again. His voice was stronger.

Sammy sat beside him, peeling oranges.

“My guy, just look at you! See your skin shining again,” he said happily.

Abiodun laughed. “i can't thank you enough, you are the cause of this my bro.”

“You’re getting better, bro. Very soon, you’ll go home.”

Abiodun smiled gently. “I can’t wait, Sammy. I miss home. I miss normal life.”

Sammy looked at him and nodded. “And we missed you too. Emmanuel has been running up and down because of you.”

Abiodun's eyes watered a little. “I still don’t know how I survived. It was like a dream. I saw darkness, but something pulled me back.”

Sammy looked at him seriously. “It was God. That’s what I believe. You were gone, bro. Even the doctor gave up.”

Abiodun wiped his eyes. “Then why did He bring me back?”

Sammy smiled. “Maybe because your story is not over yet.”

They sat in silence for a while.

“Thank you, Sammy,” Abiodun said, placing his hand on his friend’s. “You stayed with me. You didn’t give up on me.”

“I would do it again and again,” Sammy replied with a big smile. You're the only brother that I have.

They both laughed softly.

To be continued… Can I get 100 shares here???

01/03/2026

When Love Wasn't Enough

Episode 12

When they were done màking love, Somto laid her head on Nnamdi’s chèst, smiling so softly as she caught her breath.
“I have really missed this,” she whispered, her voice filled with satisfaction.

“Yeah, me too,” Nnamdi replied, brushing his fingers across her hair gently.

A calm silence settled, but Nnamdi broke it with a little sigh.
“I will have to go back home now, because I know my mom and sister will be so worried.”

Nnamdi pulled her close for one last embrace.
“Oh, that’s true. So, I will see you tomorrow, right?” She asked.

Yes, sure. I will come. He said

Somto said with a playful smile. “Make sure you come hungry tomorrow, because I’ll cook your favorite.”

“Sure,” Nnamdi chuckled. “You don’t trust me again? I’ll come prepared.”

They hugged tightly, and after some playful resistance, Nnamdi finally left her place.

When he got back home, Monica was seated outside, legs stretched and phone glued to her hands. The glow of the screen lit her pretty face as she giggled at whatever she was scrolling.

“Where is mama?” Nnamdi asked, dropping his bag.

“Welcome brother,” Monica said, still fixed on her phone. “She’s inside.”

Nnamdi looked at her and frowned.
“Go inside, it’s late. Don’t be seated here pressing your phone. It’s dangerous.”

Monica rolled her eyes but obeyed. “Okay oo,” she muttered and fóllowed him inside.

Later that night, when Nnamdi was lyiñg on his bed still replaying Somto’s smile in his head, his phone beeped. It was Jasper.

“Guy, what’s up?” Jasper’s voice came through.

“I’m okay man. How is it going over there?” Nnamdi asked, already knowing Jasper’s usual vibe.

“Still as usual. Eh-heh, I have seen a nice place we can move to. It’s closer to school, so no fear.”

Nnamdi sat up immediately. “Wow, that’s a nice idea. Tomorrow morning I’ll send you some money to add and pay so that another person won’t take it.”

“Yeah, that’s a smart move. Till tomorrow guy,” Jasper said, ending the call.

Nnamdi dropped his phone, stretched, and yawned.
“OMG, I’m so tired,” he muttered as he dràgged himself to the bathroom to take a shower before finally crashing on his bed.

Very early the next morning, his phone buzzed nonstop. He tried ignoring it, but Monica’s sharp voice pierced his sleep.

“Brother, your phone is ringing!”

“Who’s that one now? Why disturbing my sleep like this?” Nnamdi groaned, turning lazily.

“It’s Sandra,” Monica answered, staring at the caller ID with wide eyes.

Nnamdi sat up quickly. “What does she want now?” He finally grabbed the phone and picked up.

“Hello, Nnamdi. Good morning,” Sandra’s soft voice came through.

“Good morning,” he replied, his tone low and still sleepy.

“I’m so sorry if I disturbed your sleep,” she apologized.

“It’s fine. What’s up?” he asked, rubbing his eyes.

“I’ve not been seeing you in school lately. Is everything okay with you?” she asked curiously.

“Yes, I travelled since it’s students’ week. I needed to take some break,” he replied.

“Oh, you didn’t tell me. Sha, it’s fine. How is that side?”

“Perfectly okay,” Nnamdi answered quickly.

“Alright then, just take your time. Bye for now.”

She ended the call before he could say anything else. Nnamdi sat back on the bed, shaking his head. “This girl sha…”

Feeling restless, he went outside, washed his face, and sat with his phone. Monica soon joined him, pretending to scroll her phone but her eyes were fixed on him.

“Brother, what’s up?” Monica said, trying to sound casual.

Nnamdi raised an eyebrow. “Monica, just say it. I know you. So, just come out with it.”

“Brother now… okay, you don catch me,” she giggled nervously.

“Definitely. So say it.”

“So… who is she?” Monica finally asked, avoiding his eyes.

“Who is who?”

“The Sandra lady,” she said boldly this time.

“She’s a friend,” Nnamdi said calmly, still busy on his phone.

Monica sighed. “Hmm, brother…”

“What?” Nnamdi asked, pretending to be annoyed. “Come, who is spøiling you, this girl? I really need to monitor you ooo.”

Monica laughed, stood up suddenly, and ran inside.

“Come back here oh, we are not done!” Nnamdi shouted, smiling as he shook his head.

But deep inside, Nnamdi couldn’t help but feel the weight of Sandra’s presence. The more he tried to run, the closer she seemed to get. He looked at his phone again and sighed.

“Somto.... Yes!!! Let me rush to her place for my favorite food. He suddenly remembered and went inside and began preparing.

To be continued…

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