Remi the writer

07/09/2025

Episode 30

Obinna could barely catch his breath. The sound of cr!es and sirens still rang in his ears, but he didn’t care.

He saw one of the twins c0llapsing to the ground holding her lég, wincing in päin, and his héart froze.

“Kelly!” he shouted, rushing to her side, kneeling down to support her wéak b0dy.

Her small face was pale, and téars trickled down her chééks, and every whimper made him and Agatha ache inside.

Agatha was there immediately, holding Kamsi tightly, she būrst into tèars at the Most traumatic sight..

She leaned over Kelly trying to comfort her. Obinna’s own hands were shaking too, his fingers brushed over the gûπsh0t

Mainwhile Titus was being lifted onto a stretcher, Obinna couldn't’ stop himself from cry!ng seeing his brother in such a state.

He pressed his hands against Titus’s arm, shaking with desperation. “Stay with us, Titus. You have to stay.”

Around them, the chaos was slowly being contained. Police officers were rounding up Scorpion’s men, some were arrested while some were injuréd.

But Scorpion himself had vanished, leaving behind only feär and dest.ructi0n. Obinna barely noticed them. All that mattered were Titus and the twins.

Agatha held Kelly to her chést, her eyes were wide with worry. “Is she… is she going to be okay?” she asked the nurse who had approached them.

The nurse shook her head “Her lég is bädly hurt. The damäge is delicate. She will need surgery and time, and the recovery will be slow. We’ll do everything we can, but it’s ser!ous as it's”

Obinna’s lowered his head, covering his face with his hands. “All this… it’s my fault. I brought this d@nger to them, to Titus.

If anything happens… I could never forgive myself,” he murmured.

Agatha rested her head against his shoulder.

“Obinna… you did everything you could by calling the police in time. that’s what matters,” trying to calm him.

He shook his head, “It’s not enough. Titus… my brother… he’s hurt because of me. Kelly… she’s so small… she didn’t deserve this. I should have done something, anything to stop it.”

The steady beeping of the monitors near Titus’s bed was the only thing keeping him anchored. It was proof that his brother was still al!ve.

But the thought of Kelly’s lég, the päin, the possibility of permanent injúry made Obinna feel hollow inside. Teärs poured down his face, unrelenting, as he knelt beside them.

“I won’t let anything happen to you,” he whispered fiercely to the twins, holding them close, little Kamsi was also cry!ng for both her sister's and father's state.

While their uncle bur!ed his face against the Kelly listening to her quiet sobs......

06/09/2025

A PLÅY B0Y 🔞

CHAPTER 1

Michael, a handsome young man with eyes that held the depth of a twilight sky, traced the delicate curve of Stella's collarbone.

The air in their bedroom seemed to hum with an unspoken melody, a prelude to the symphony of their affection. He leaned in, his lℹ️ps finding hers, a kℹ️ss that was both tender and charged with a silent promise. As their int!màcy deepened......

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THE GHOST WHO WROTE ME LOVE LETTERS

Part 10

Ngozi stood rooted for a moment, staring at the man who had been troubling Chinyere’s peace of mind.

Something strange passed through her mind, but instead of fear her face softened as though she was seeing a familiar face. Her steps carried her closer until she stood right in front of him.

“Good afternoon, sir,” she greeted with a gentle voice, almost sounding like a child addressing an elder.

The man didn’t answer at once. His hollow eyes shifted halfway into something that looked like a smile but not fully a smile. It was unsettling.

Ngozi’s own lips stretched into a smile too, and before she knew it, she was talking. Asking if he was new to their village, if he had lost his way or if he was perhaps hungry.

But the man did not reply, turning his gaze directly on Chinyere who was standing not too far, staring nervously.

Then it happened.

Ngozi blinked once, and for a second it was no longer the strange man standing before her.

It was Chinyere her best friend. Same eyes, same lips, same posture. Ngozi gasped softly, then blinked again and saw the man once more.

She blinked the third time, and there was Chinyere’s face again smiling back at her.

A shiver ran down Ngozi’s back. She swallowed hard, confused, yet she couldn’t move her legs.

The man or was it Chinyere smiled again, then looked away. Ngozi’s héart thudded strangely, and when she turned her head toward where the real Chinyere was waiting, her own face was filled with rage.

She didn’t even know where it came from. One minute she was fine, smiling. The next minute her brows locked into a frown with sealed lips in anger.

From that moment, she couldn’t even look at Chinyere without her being upset.

They went to class like that. The teachers taught scratching loud chalk on the board.

The students whispered and laughed over little gossip, but Ngozi’s face stayed stiff.

She pressed her pen too hard on her book, frowning as if writing her anger into the page.

When her eyes accidentally met Chinyere’s across the classroom, she looked away sharply, refusing to give her even one blink of softness.

Break time came. The coconut tree where they usually sat together suddenly felt too small for both of them. Ngozi sat with arms folded turning away.

Chinyere couldn’t take it anymore. She stepped closer, whispering urgently, “Ngozi, what is it? Why are you acting like this since morning?”

Ngozi didn’t answer, just hissed and scratched her shoe on the ground.

Chinyere quizzed further, “Please… tell me what that man told you. I saw you speaking to him. Did he say anything about me?”

Ngozi’s head je**ed up sharply. Her eyes were clouded like smoke, Her words came cold and sharp. “Leave me alone, Chinyere.”

Chinyere staggered back as if sl@pped.

That tone was never Ngozi’s tone. “But… but you can’t just keep quiet. Ngozi, please! What did he tell you?”

Ngozi stood up instantly, she didn’t even bother to look back as she muttered, “Nothing.” Then she walked off with anger dripping off every step.

All through the day she did not speak to Chinyere again. She avoided her eyes, avoided her seat, avoided her as possible.

Even after the final bell, she walked home without waiting as they usually did.

Chinyere remained behind, feeling hollow as if someone had scooped out her héart.

She tried to piece everything together, the letters, the man, now Ngozi’s sudden hätred but nothing made sense.

One thing was clear though.

The Ngozi she knew was no longer standing by her side.

This was somebody else entirely.

Tbc......

05/09/2025

Obinna was still bre.ath.ing fast as he leaned on the corner. He wiped the sweat off his face with the back of his hand.

That was when he noticed a young woman walking past, pressing her phone to her ear, talking fast in a worried tone.

She was dressed in a simple office gown, swinging her handbag as she walked.

Without thinking, Obinna rushed towards her with shaky voice.

“Madam, please… please, I beg you, let me use your phone, just for a minute,” he said, almost falling to his knees.

The woman froze and stepped back a little, eyeing him with suspicion. But the tears on his face told her this was no joke. Slowly, she stretched the phone to him.

Obinna grabbed it with shaky fingers and quickly dialed random numbers.

“Police, police!” he shouted into the receiver. “Armed m£n! Thi£ves are in my brother’s house.

The address is…” he hurriedly mentioned Titus’s home, every word cracked out of his mouth like he was swallowing f!re.

The officer on the line asked a few questions. Obinna kept repeating himself until the man finally said, “We are on our way.”

The relief that washed through him almost made him c0llapse.

He pressed the phone back into the woman’s hand. “God bless you, thank you, thank you!”

The woman only nodded, staring after him as he hurried away.

Obinna knew what awaits him inside, with a quick glance left and right, he spotted a trash barrel sitting by the side of the street.

He lifted the cover and pushed the box deep inside, covering it with torn nylons and broken wood.

Then he gathered himself and walked quickly into the compound. His eyes widened immediately.

Agatha was already on the floor, clutching the twins to her chést, her face was already wet with teärs.

The two ch!l.dren sobbed helpl£ssly, holding onto their mother’s gown.

Titus lay on the tiled floor, his shirt was soaked with bl00d, his b0dy kept jerking like he was fighting déath

Obinna’s knees almost gave way. Before he could speak, two of Scorpion’s boys po.u

04/09/2025

🔥❄️ ANGELICA ❄️🔥
★ EPISODE 1 ★
💧 Written & Edited by Anita obi 💧

❌ No part of this story may be reproduced, copied, or reposted in any form without written permission from me.

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🦋 LUCAS 🦋

“Come on, Santiago, have a seat. It’s dinner time,” I said to my best friend who came to visit.

“Thank you, Lucas,” he replied, sitting down.

My two sons and my pregnant wife joined us at the table.
It was a happy moment for all of us.

“Lucas… your wife’s belly is already big. She’ll be giving birth soon,” Santiago said.

I smiled and held my wife’s hand.

“You’re right, Santiago. Evelyn will give birth soon. And guess what? The doctors said it’ll be a girl this time,” I said excitedly.

My first son cut in immediately.
“Father, we’re going to have a sister to play with!” Kyrell said joyfully.

“Father, Mother… I want to play with my sister when she’s born,” my younger son, Ziko, added cheerfully.

Kyrell is 8 years old, and Ziko is five.

“Kyrell, Ziko, just give us a little time. Your baby sister will be here soon,” Evelyn said, smiling.

“Yes!” they both shouted together.

Suddenly, Evelyn frowned.
“Honey… I smell something strange. I smell smoke,” she said.

“Come on, my love. It’s probably just one of the pregnancy symptoms,” I replied, trying to calm her.

📌 …Story written by Anita Obi…

“Father, I smell it too,” Ziko said.

“Wait a second, Father. Let me go check it out,” Kyrell said, standing and leaving the table.

“Lucas, maybe your wife left something on the fire,” Santiago suggested.

“No, I didn’t,” Evelyn replied firmly.

“I’ll go check on my brother,” Ziko said, standing to follow Kyrell.

“Oh, these kids… Come back, both of you. I should be the one to check it out,” I said, getting up.

Suddenly, the entire room grew hot.

We rushed out—our house was on fire.

“No! What’s happening?” I shouted, grabbing Evelyn.

“Honey, where are the kids? We need to leave the house immediately!” Evelyn cried.

We turned and saw that the part of the house our sons had entered was engulfed in fl@mes—the kitchen was burn!ng.

“Oh no, Lucas… the boys! The boys are in there!” Santiago yelled.

“Santiago, please take Evelyn out of here. I’ll go get my sons!” I shouted, running toward the flames.

But before I could get far, a burning wooden beam fell on me.

“Ahhh!” I screamed in p@in, falling to the gr0und.

“No! Lucas!” Evelyn shouted, trying to come toward me.

“Santiago, don’t let her come closer! Please, get her out of here!” I begged as the fire started burning through my clothes, reaching my skin.

“No, Lucas! I can’t leave you! I’ll get some water to pour on you!” Evelyn cried, trying to run to me.

“Santiago, stop her! The kitchen is on fire!” I screamed, writhing in pain.

My wife stood, crying deeply as she watched me burn.
The fire spread quickly, engulfing every part of our home.

“Santiago… please take her out. Promise me you’ll take care of my wife and our unborn ch!ld,” I said, barely able to speak.

“I promise you, Lucas! Evelyn, let’s go—now!” Santiago said, dragging her out as she criéd and scre@med.

“Noooo! My husband… my children! Noooo!” Evelyn s0bbed.

I turned to the kitchen, now completely in flhmes.
Teärs rolled down my cheeks.

“If only they had mastered all the skills I taught them… maybe one of them could’ve sur…vived,” I said weakly.

The pain was too much.
I gave up the gh0st.

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🦋 SANTIAGO 🦋

I got Evelyn outside just in time.

“Santiago, please do something! I can’t lose my family. I can’t live without them. I beg you!” she criéd in ag0ny.

“Trust me, Evelyn. Everything will be fine. Please, try to hold yourself together,” I said.

Suddenly, she grabbed her waist in pāin.

“Ahhh! Ahhhhhh! My waist… the baby… the baby is coming, Santiago! AHHHH!” Evelyn screämed.

“Oh no. Hang in there, Evelyn. Come, sit here..I’ll call the ambulance,” I said, helping her down gently.

I stepped aside to make a call.

📞 “Hello, Jasper,” I said..

TBC…
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04/09/2025

Obinna slammed the lid of the golden box shut with a trembling hand. His chést was already rising and falling like he had been running for miles.

The voices around him were swelling “Th!ef! Th!ef!” but he did not wait for them to close in.

He tucked the black nylon under his arm and bolted scattering sand behind him.

Young boys in slippers gave chase, their shouts of “Catch him! Catch him!” filled everywhere.

But Obinna had been running from shadows long before that day, fear gave him the speed of a hunted animal.

He darted between stalls, dodged a pile of yam tubers, brushed past a woman with a tray of tomatoes that tumbled to the ground, and before long the noise behind him began to fade. The boys stopped panting, some where cursi.ng, and they returned to the market.

By the time Obinna slowed down, sweat had drenched his shirt. His throat was dry, his héad was hot, but what weighed more than anything was the box clutched close to him.

He kept walking until his steps carried him back into familiar streets.

Yet, anger and hopelessness ate at him with every step. He muttered to himself like a man gone half mäd.

“What is all this? Why me? Everywhere I turn, trouble follows. Even when I try to do something for myself, the world says no.

What am I supposed to do now? Who will buy this thing if even the traders in the market are afraid of how expensive it is?”

His legs dragged as he went on, He thought of Titus, of the warm hug the night before, of the surprise of the supermarket and Agatha’s smile, and the twins laughter as they hugged his waist. And now all he had to give them in return was more trouble.

As he approached the compound, something in him froze. From a distance, the gate stood wide open.

His b0dy was instantly tensed, and he widened his ey3s until they hurt.

A voice deep in his mind screamed, Scorpion is here.

His palms grew cold even though his b0dy was still burning with sweat. He stopped walking, crouched low, and scanned the compound from across the road seeing the gate ajar.

He edged closer darting like a cornered rat. Then he caught sight of something that nearly made his knees weakened.

Parked not too far from the gate was a car he recognized at once, it was Agatha’s.

He moved closer, hiding behind a small tree as he peered. Inside the car, through the half lowered glass, he could see the twins, Kelly and Kamsi, strapped in the back seat.

They were shifting, one of them rubbing sleepy eyes, the other looking out the window, oblivious.

And there she was agatha herself, sitting at the driver’s seat.

Obinna’s hand shot up instinctively, waving, ready to call out, “Agatha! Wait!” His lips parted, but the sound never left his throat.

He could only watch as the car rolled slowly into the compound.

He wanted to stop her from going any further.

He knew what was waiting inside. He wanted to bang on the glass, pull the children out and warn Agatha.

But it was too late.

The car slid through the gate as if the world itself was pulling her into the lion’s den. The gate closed behind her with a dull clang, and silence followed.

Obinna’s knees trembled. He stood there outside the compound, unable to bre.a.the properly.

His head was spinning with sweat dripping down his back like water.

Every nerve in his body screamed at him to go in, to rush in no matter the danger. But another part of him knew scorpion was there.

His men were there as well and if they saw him now, it would not only be his l!fe they would take, but perhaps the l!ves of Titus family.

Tbc....

04/09/2025

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THE GHOST WHO WROTE ME LOVE LETTERS
Part Nine

When the sun finally began to slide down and the traders started packing their goods, Mama tied her wrapper tighter and counted her small gain of the day. Uche chased after his rubber ball again, Nnamdi was already dozing on her back, and little Ifeoma dragged her feet, rubbing her sleepy eyes.

“Let us go, jisie ike,” Mama said. “Market has closed for the day.”

We gathered everything into the basket and began the slow walk home. Ifeoma leaned on me heavily, half-asleep as we moved along the narrow path. Every few steps her small body tilted, and I had to support her with my arm.

By the time we passed the familiar mango tree, my eyes shifted automatically.

The tall man in the same faded shirt hanging loose on his thin frame was still standing there.

His b0dy stood rooted like the tree itself.

And his eyes were on me.

I wanted to scream, to shake Mama and point, but something held my throat tight.

Instead, I swallowed hard and turned my head away quickly, pretending not to notice him.

I forced my feet to keep walking.

At home, Mama busied herself with the evening chores, scolding Uche for running around instead of fetching water.

Ifeoma fell straight asleep on the mat, I laid beside her, exhausted won me, Before I knew it, my eyes were shut.

When dawn broke, the c**k crowed loudly, dragging me out of sleep.

I rubbed my eyes and out of habit, looked outside.

There he was again. Same place, under that mango tree, almost like he didn't go home, just standed there all day.

This time, anger mixed with my fear. I couldn’t carry it alone anymore. I had to tell someone I trusted.

At school later that morning, I pulled Ngozi aside before assembly. My hands shook as I spoke.

“Ngozi, I want to tell you something… something serious.”

Her curious eyes scanned me. “What is it? You look like you’ve seen spirit.”

I leaned closer. “Do you see that man? Over there… across the field? By the tree near the gate.”

She followed my eyes. For a long second, I thought she wouldn’t see anything. Then her face hardened.

“Yes. I see him,” she said slowly. “A tall, thin man, standing there.

And he is staring… at us, what about him?.”

Relief flooded me, but so did dread. So I wasn’t mäd as I thought, I mean if little ifeoma could see her ngozi could too.

So it wasn’t only me.

I grabbed her wrist tightly. “Ngozi, listen. He has been following me.

First letters… ghost letters. Someone kept writing love letters to me, hiding them in my locker.

Then one night, I felt breath on my face, like someone was there kissing me, but nobody was.

And now… this man keeps standing and watching me wherever I go.”

Ngozi’s jaw dropped, her lips were pressed into a firm line. She turned back to look at the man with a flaring nostril.

“Is this why you’ve been acting strange? Is this what those boys were teasing you about the other day?”

I nodded quickly, my eyes were wide with pleading. “Please, you must believe me.

I’m scared. I don’t know who he is. Mama won’t listen. But you can see him.

You can confirm if he’s real.”

For a moment, silence broke only the noise of other students rushing into their classes filled everywhere.

Then Ngozi pulled her hand free from mine, her face suddenly hardened with anger.

“I won’t just stand here and let one uséless man frighten you like this,” she said firmly.

“What kind of nonsense is this? He is human, not spirit. Look at him, just standing there.

I will go and meet him now.”

My heart jumped into my throat. “No! Ngozi, don’t! Please, don’t!”

But she had already stepped few inches away with determination. “If he has mouth, let him talk. If he has business with you, let him say it openly. This stalking is rubbish.”

And before I could grab her, she turned and walked straight toward the school gate.

My hands were shaking uncontrollably. I wanted to run after her, to pull her back, but my legs felt nailed to the ground.

I watched with my whole soul in my throat as Ngozi crossed the yard, heading for the silent man who had haunted me for weeks.

What do you think will happen next?

02/09/2025

Continuation 27

Obinna stormed into the market like a man who had already made up his mind to f!ght the whole world.

His face was hard with fast steps and his hands held on tightly around the small nylon bag that carried the jewelry Scorpion’s men were desperate for.

The market was noisy as always, traders shouting prices, But none of it reached Obinna’s mind.

He only felt the heat of anger burning in his h!m.

He pushed through the crowd until he reached the small jewelry stall tucked between a fabric seller and a man selling second-hand shoes.

The jeweler was already awaiting for his arrival has he kept sliding down his nose, looked up from polishing a chain.

“Good afternoon,” Obinna said harshly, dropping the nylon bag on the table.

The man raised his brow. “What is this?”

“Check it. I want to sell of course” Obinna replied quickly losing his patience.

The jeweler untied the nylon, and the moment the gold and diamonds caught the his eyes.

His gaze changed and his mouth fell open, his hands froze midair, and his eyes widened in disbelief. He stared at the pieces like a man who had just seen a ghost.

“Where… where did you get these from?” the jeweler stammered, looking back at Obinna with suspicion and fear.

Obinna’s jaw tightened. “Is it not jewelry? Just tell me how much you will pay.”

The jeweler pushed the nylon back as if it was coal, He shook his head violently.

“No, no, no! Do you know what you are carrying? Do you know the worth of these things? Even me, a man who has worked in this business for twenty years, I cannot afford one of these diamonds!

how did you get them?”

“I said name your price,” Obinna snapped, leaning forward. His face was sweating, and his anger was evident.

But the jeweler’s voice suddenly rose, full of alarm. “No! This cannot be right! I must call the police. This is st0len g00ds. Only thi£ves carry such expensive things!”

Obinna’s heart skipped, but he clenched his fists, fighting the urge to leap across the table.

“Are you calling me a thief? Eh? I brought business to you, and you insult me?” He slammed his hand on the table.

The jeweler didn’t flinch. Instead, he stood up and shouted with all his strength. “Th!ef! Th!ef!”

Obinna’s gaze fell, his eyes darted left and right as the words echoed across the market. Heads turned immediately.

Traders left their stalls. Customers froze mid-bargain. Within seconds, people started rushing towards the stall, curious and eager for trouble.

Before Obinna could react, a crowd had already formed around him. Women carrying baskets dropped them on the ground.

Men clenched their fists, murmuring angrily. Some young boys began chanting “Ole! Ole!”—the dreaded cry that always brought disaster.

The jeweler pointed at Obinna with a trembling finger. “This man! He brought st0len gold and diamonds! He is a th!ef!”

The crowd gasped. Murmurs grew louder. Someone spat on the ground. Another man shouted, “Catch him before he runs!”

Obinna was lost like a goat tied to a stake. The ring of faces around him grew suspicion burning in every eye.

He opened his mouth to defend himself, but the noise drowned his words.

“I am not a thief!” he roared. But it was useless. The crowd only grew more restless. Some men were scanning him like hungry dogs waiting to pounce.

His mind raced. Should he f!ght? Should he run? Either way, his heart thudded like a drum.

Hands reached forward, grabbing at Obinna’s shirt, He shoved one man back, but another pulled at him from behind.

The chant of “Th!ef! Th!ef!” echoed louder now, spreading beyond the jewelry stall, pulling more people into the mädness.

Obinna glared in fury, He knew this was no longer just about the gold and diamonds.

This was about survival.

Tbc......

02/09/2025

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Part Eight

When I reached home that day, my legs was still shaking from the school gate encounter, I tried to hide it.

I didn’t want Mama to notice because of her numerous questions I had no answers for.

I dropped my books inside, fetched water, and washed my face. Uche and Ifeoma were already playing ten-ten outside the house, shouting like they owned the whole compound.

Little Nnamdi had dozed off on a wrapper near Mama’s stool.

“Mama has already gone to market,” Uche announced, wiping his sweaty forehead with the back of his arm.

Something told me not to stay home alone with my thoughts, so I followed the path to the market to help her.

The road was noisy with traders pushing wheelbarrows, women balancing trays on their heads, goats moving in clusters while children chased each other.

But even in all that noise, I felt that same stare.

I looked across the road and my heart skipped.

He was there again, the same man with faded shirt hanging loose on his body. Standing by himself at the far side, away from the traders, not talking to anybody just there staring.

I gripped my basket tighter, biting my lip.

He wasn’t blending in neither buying anything.

His presence was like a thorn in my flesh.

When I reached Mama’s stall, she was already busy shouting for customers. “Come and buy abacha! Fresh abacha! Come and taste my oil sauce!” She barely looked at me as she handed me a calabash.

I bent low and joined her, serving quickly.

But my eyes… they kept sliding away, drawn like magnets to that spot.

And every time, he was still there not moving either speaking.

My hands trembled as I sliced onions into the abacha. I almost dropped the kn!fe.

Ifeoma noticed me first. She had come to sit beside me, her little legs swinged freely as she licked palm oil from her fingers.

She followed my eyes, then frowned.

“Aunty chinyere… who is that man?” she asked suddenly.

My bl00d ran cold. My head snapped to her.

“You see him?” I quizzed.

“Yes,” she said confidently, still staring.

“That man there. Standing. He has been looking here since.” She even pointed her tiny finger straight at him.

I grabbed her hand quickly, forcing it down.

“You see him clearly? Describe him,” I said.

She tilted her head. “ He's tall, his shirt is dirty… he’s looking at us. Why is he not talking?”

I swallowed hard. Relief and terror wrestled inside me. So I was not mäd. I was not imagining things. Someone else saw him too.

But before I could even breathe well, Ifeoma did something that nearly k!lled me.

She stood up, brushing off her wrapper. “Let me go and ask him why he’s standing there.”

“No!” I shouted, grabbing her arm so hard she winced. “Don’t you dare go there!”

“But why, aunty chi...”

I dragged her back to the mat fiercely. “Don’t look at him, Just sit here!”

Her face fell, confused, but she obeyed. I pulled her down beside me, wrapping my arm around her shoulders like a shield,

“If you move near that man, something bad will happen. Stay quiet until Mama comes back.”

Her lips trembled. “Is he a màd man, like the ones we see on the road?”

I looked away, unable to answer. My eyes darted back to the road.

I forced Ifeoma to lie down on the mat, pretending to stroke her hair until her eyes grew heavy.

“Sleep, biko, I would I know ?Just sleep”

When she finally drifted into small breaths, I sat upright, my ey3s būrned holes into that man across the market.

Mama laughed and joked with her customers, unaware of the storm rising just a few meters away.

Tbc...

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01/09/2025

Continuation 26

Scorp!on spat to the ground as he barked out an order.

“Scatter everywhere! Search this house from top to bottom. I want my box!”

The men rushed in like a pack of wolves, their boots kicked the door wider open.

Chairs were flung aside, tables overturned, cupboards emptied. Drawers clattered to the floor as one by one they tore through the rooms, searching for a box none of them had ever laid eyes on.

The maidens surr.en.dered by lying d0wn and pleading for their dear lives as soon as they approached each men.

They pulled down curtains, ripped open cushions, even lifted mattresses as though the ground itself could hide the object their leader wanted.

But after nearly half an hour of chaos, all they found was scattered clothes and criès for mērcy.

One of the men greedily looked at Titus’s small smartphone lying on the table. He picked it up with a smirk.

“This one fit call abroad, abi? It is mine now.”

Another, bigger and rougher, stepped out and laid his hand on Titus’s old car keys.

“Forget this phone,” he sneered raising up the keys.

“From tonight, this man motor belongs to me. I have been trekking since. Finally, I get something better.”

A wave of laughter rolled through the gang, rough and careless, as they mocked the frightened young man who dared not open his mouth in protest.

But Scorpion’s voice silenced them all.

“You f00ls, this house is not just his anymore.

This whole house belongs to us now. Everything inside". he paused and lifted his pìst0l..“ it is ours.”

The men cheered at his decree, some started dancing like lun.ätics in their stolen triumph.

Sc0rpion let the noise settle before his eyes turned back to Titus, who stood rooted by the couch, unable to even brè.athe properly.

The leader’s grin widened,

“But first,” he said slowly, “let your brother Obinna come to me.

Yes… Let him come and explain where he kept my box. Perhaps, if I am in a good mood, I will return this house to you." Smirking at the dy!ng titus.

Scorpion took a step forward with his heavy boots grinding br0ken glàss beneath him.

He bent slightly so his eyes met Titus’s, and his voice dropped to a hiss.

“ when he comes, he will meet your b0dy cold on the ground.

Then we will see if his stubborn heärt will open and bring me what I want.”

Behind Scorpion, the men were already fighting among themselves over titud's Mobile.

While another pulling at Titus’s clothes boasting loudly about how he would drive the car to impress women in the city.

They treated Titus’s l!fe like a toy, laughing at his near to dèath situation and making plans for his belongings as though he had already drawn his last bre.a.th.

Scorp.ion raised his hand and they fell quiet.

“After taking him in as part of the brotherhood.... I swear by the gràve of my mother and by my bl00d that binds the brotherhood he will come crawling when he hears what I did to his own brother.”

Their gang leader straightened his shoulders, adjusted his dark jacket, and walked back to the center of the ruined sitting room.

His men stood at attention again, waiting for his next command, the hunger for revenge in their ey3s were wíld.

Tbc...