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18/09/2025

Been a minute fam, today, I stumbled upon some old pictures from my very first kiddies’ TV program — a show that aired on Africa Magic about 15 years ago. It brought back so many memories.

Even with little or no resources, I was blessed to create a successful TV show that not only reached a wide audience but also earned me my very first dollars. Looking back, I can only be deeply grateful to God for how far I’ve come and excited for the journey ahead.

With that same spirit, I’m thrilled to let you know that Clapperboard Productions has something massive in the works. Stay tuned — you won’t want to miss what’s coming next!

13/07/2025

‎📖 The Girl Named Somto
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‎Episode 1 – “Arrival”
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‎The car smelled like leather and air freshener — nothing like home!

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‎Somto sat stiffly in the back seat, her nylon bag clutched tightly to her chest. She had barely spoken since the man Juliet sent picked her up from the park. He said little too — just that “Madam no like noise” and “You go dey alright.”
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‎She wasn’t sure what “alright” meant anymore.
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‎They pulled into a street lined with tall gates and trimmed flowers. The houses looked like they were built for kings. Then, they stopped in front of one with a black gate.
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‎Somto’s hands trembled as the gate creaked open. The compound sparkled — tiles so clean she could see the sky in them. A maid in uniform was watering flowers. The driver gave her a nod and unloaded Somto’s bag.
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‎Madam Juliet came out of the house slowly, sunglasses on her face, a phone pressed to her ear. She didn’t smile.
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‎She didn’t even greet Somto.
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‎She ended the call abruptly.
‎“You’re the girl, right?”
‎“Yes ma,” Somto replied quietly.
‎“Hm. Come inside.”
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‎No welcome. No water. No kind word.
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‎Inside, the house was another world. Marble floors. Golden furniture. Chandeliers that glittered like rain. Somto stopped to admire the ceiling.
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‎Madam snapped her fingers. “Eyes front. You’ve never seen light before?”
‎“Sorry ma,” Somto said, lowering her gaze.
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‎She followed Juliet through the house, clutching her old bag as if it could protect her.
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‎“You’ll work here. Clean, wash, cook — everything. You eat after everyone. You speak only when spoken to. This is not your father’s house, so don’t come here and be forming pity story. Do you understand me?”
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‎“Yes ma.”
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‎“Your room is outside — back of the house. That small place with the iron door. That’s where all house girls sleep. That’s your space. You’ll wake by 5am. Your uniform will be given to you tomorrow.”
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‎Somto nodded, trying to remember everything.
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‎Then it began.
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‎She stepped into the living room with her shoes — not knowing they should be left at the door.
‎She touched the glass table with her dusty hands.
‎She said “thank you” when Juliet handed her a worn-out bedsheet — and Juliet hissed like she had been insulted.
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‎“Who trained you? You don’t even know how to behave in a proper house. God help me,” she muttered.
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‎Later that night, Somto found herself in the cramped room Juliet called “hers.” No fan. Just a mat on the floor and a single bucket.
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‎She sat down slowly. Everything ached — not from work, but from the weight of disappointment and confusion.
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‎She missed her mother already. Her brothers. Her old bed. Even the rooster that crowed at 4am.
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‎But most of all, she missed being seen.
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‎Here, she felt like a shadow.
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‎🔸 To be continued...


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02/07/2025

🌪️ IN HER SHADOW – Episode 1

“Identical faces. Opposite souls.”

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Lagos never sleeps. Neither does trouble.

Adanna adjusted the mannequin in her small fashion studio, wiping sweat from her face as the generator rumbled outside. Her phone buzzed. A call. Amara.

She sighed before picking. “What have you done this time?”

Amara’s voice was shaky. “Adaa… I need you. Now. Please. Don’t ask questions. Just come.”

Adanna felt her stomach drop. “Where are you?”

“Suite 709… Lakeside Hotel… Hurry.” Click.

Adanna barely locked up before grabbing her car keys. She knew this tone. She’d heard it many times — a mixture of fear and recklessness.

As she drove, her mind raced. Her twin sister, Amara, had a talent — not for fashion like her, but for chaos. Beautiful, daring, wild… and dangerous. Amara was the type who walked into a room and made heads turn — men loved her; women whispered behind her back.

As Adanna pulled into the hotel’s underground parking, her phone buzzed again — a text from Amara.

“Come to Room 709. Come alone.”

Something didn’t feel right.

She got into the elevator. Her hands trembled. As the doors slid open on the 7th floor, Adanna stepped into the hallway… and froze.

There was blood. A trail of it… leading to Room 709.

Her heart slammed against her chest.

She tiptoed to the door. It was ajar. Slowly, she pushed it open.

There, on the floor… a man. Motionless. Blood seeping from his head.

And crouched in the corner… Amara. Makeup smeared. Hands bloody. Eyes wide.

“I… I didn’t mean to… Adanna, help me…” Amara’s voice cracked.

Adanna stood at the door, stunned.

“Amara… what have you done?”

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TO BE CONTINUED…

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01/07/2025

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BEHIND HER SMILE

EPISODE 2 : THE MAN FROM NOWHERE

Amanda swallowed hard, masking the tremor in her hands as she tucked the phone away. That photo. Her front door. He was watching her—again.

But the man in front of her... he had no idea he was stepping into a world messier than a Lagos traffic jam.

He extended his hand with an easy smile. “Kelvin. Kelvin Obasi.”

His voice was velvet—smooth, deep, warm.

Amanda reached out automatically, shaking his hand, but quickly withdrew. “Amanda Daniels. Welcome to The Luxe Atelier. How can we help you?”

“Not ‘we’... you.” He grinned, scanning her face like he was memorizing it. “A friend recommended this place. Said you’re the best at what you do.”

Her mouth curved into a perfect sales smile. “They weren’t wrong.”

“Good. I have an event next week. I need a custom suit. Something unique... like the owner of this place.”

A tiny laugh escaped her. Flirtatious? Or just charming? She couldn’t tell. But she knew better than to entertain any distractions. Not now.

“Alright,” she said, grabbing a measuring tape. “Step over here.”

As she measured him—shoulders, chest, waist—he watched her. Not the way men usually did. Not like a predator sizing up prey. But curious. Intrigued.

“You always smile like that?” he asked suddenly.

Her hands paused mid-measure. “Like what?”

“Like... you’re holding something back.” His eyes softened. “It’s beautiful, but it’s not real. Not completely.”

Her fingers tightened on the tape. Her heart thudded.

She quickly laughed it off. “I’m a businesswoman. Smiling is part of the job.”

“Fair enough.” He tilted his head, still watching her carefully. “But sometimes... it’s okay not to smile.”

Amanda looked away, pretending to note his measurements. Her throat tightened. She couldn’t afford for anyone—especially a stranger—to see beneath the mask.

Just then, her phone buzzed again. She ignored it.

It buzzed again. And again.

Kelvin noticed her flicker of tension. “Everything alright?”

“Perfect,” she said too quickly.

But it wasn’t.

Another text popped up on the screen she’d left face-up on the counter. Just three words:

“Tick. Tock.”

Followed by a second photo.

This time... her younger brother’s school gate.

Amanda’s knees nearly buckled. A wave of nausea rose in her chest.

She snatched the phone and locked it immediately, forcing her breathing to slow. Not here. Not now. Stay calm. Stay smiling.

“I’ll have the sketches ready by tomorrow,” she said, her voice steady, betraying nothing.

Kelvin smiled. “I’ll be looking forward to it.” He handed her a sleek black business card. “If you ever need anything... even outside suits... call me.”

Amanda took it, fingers brushing his. For a second, something warm flickered between them. Real. Dangerous.

As he turned to leave, Amanda forced a deep breath, gripping the card tightly. She stared at his retreating back... then down at the screen of her phone as it lit up again.

A message.

“Midnight, Amanda. Or your brother goes missing. No more warnings.”

Her hands trembled. Her vision blurred.

This wasn’t just about her anymore.

She had no choice.

She had to go back.

🔥 TO BE CONTINUED...

30/06/2025

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BEHIND HER SMILE

EPISODE 1: THE SMILE EVERYONE ENVIES!

If perfection had a face, it was Amanda Daniels.

Pearl earrings. N**e heels. A silk blouse that hugged her body like a second skin. Her makeup was flawless, her posture regal, and that smile... oh, that smile—the one everyone envied.

From the outside, she was living the Lagos dream. Owner of The Luxe Atelier, the most sought-after boutique on the Island. Her Instagram was a curated gallery of success—luxury bags, brunch dates, designer fabrics, and motivational quotes about “manifesting abundance.”

But nobody knew that the smile was a costume. A carefully stitched mask to hide the truth.

As Amanda stood behind the boutique’s counter, handing over a custom dress to a regular client, her phone vibrated. She ignored it. It buzzed again. Then a third time—insistent.

Her heart skipped. She knew that rhythm. Only one person called like that.

She discreetly glanced at the screen. “PRIVATE NUMBER.”

Her fingers trembled slightly. She excused herself with a polite smile, ducked into the staff room, and answered.

“Hello.”

A deep voice slid through the line like cold metal. “Amanda... I see you’ve been ignoring me.”

Her throat tightened. “Chief, I told you. I’m done. I—”

“Done?” A low chuckle. “Amanda, Amanda... you don’t get to decide when this ends. You belong to me. Or have you forgotten the terms?”

Her eyes darted around the empty room as if the walls themselves were listening. “Please. Let’s not do this over the phone. I’ll come see you.”

Silence. A dangerous pause. Then—

“You have till midnight. Or I’ll pay your little shop a visit. And believe me, it won’t be pleasant.”

The line went dead.

Amanda stood there, her pulse roaring in her ears. She shut her eyes tight, inhaling sharply.

She thought she was free. She thought she could build a new life, put the past behind her. But it was crawling back, hungry, vengeful.

A soft knock startled her. “Madam Amanda? There’s someone asking for you.”

She quickly composed herself, smoothing her blouse, adjusting the corners of her lips into that perfect smile. “I’ll be right there.”

As she stepped out, her breath caught. Standing by the display rack was a tall man—broad shoulders, skin the color of burnt honey, an easy smile that reached his eyes.

When he saw her, he grinned. “I hope I’m not disturbing. I’ve heard a lot about this place... and the woman behind it.”

His gaze held hers a second too long. Gentle. Curious. Unafraid.

For a brief moment, Amanda forgot how to breathe.

Then her phone buzzed again. A text message this time. She glanced down.

“Midnight. Don’t be late.” Attached was a photo.

Her front door. Taken just five minutes ago.

Her blood turned to ice.

But she raised her head... and smiled.

🔥 TO BE CONTINUED…

30/06/2025

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