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09/04/2026

TITLE: LIFE OF A SINGLE MOTHER
WRITER: LISTA AUSTIN
EPISODE 1: The Beginning of Her Struggles

The warm, golden light of the Lagos sunset spilled through the small living room as Mary carefully placed Michael’s dinner on the table. He hadn’t been eating much lately, and she hoped tonight would be different. David, their two-year-old son, toddled around the room with his favorite toy truck, his laughter filling the air.

“Michael,” Mary called softly, noticing the pale, worn expression on his face as he walked in. He looked as though the weight of the world rested on his shoulders, his once vibrant eyes now dull with exhaustion.

“Mary,” he began, his voice low and shaky, “I think I need to see a doctor. I’ve been feeling... off.”

Mary froze for a moment, fear tightening her chest. Michael was the strongest person she knew, never one to complain. If he said he needed a doctor, it had to be serious.

The Diagnosis
The hospital smelled of antiseptic and carried an air of quiet despair. Mary held Michael’s hand tightly as they sat in the doctor’s office, waiting for the results. The clock ticked loudly, each second stretching into an eternity.

When the doctor finally walked in, his face was grave. Mary’s heart sank.

“I’m afra!d the tests show advanced-stage c@ncer,” the doctor said, his voice calm but heavy. “It’s aggressive. We need to start treatment immediately.”

Mary felt like the ground had been pulled out from beneath her. She glanced at Michael, who stared blankly at the floor, his hand limp in hers.

“But... there’s hope, right?” she whispered, desperate to cling to any shred of optimism.

The doctor hesitated. “It’s going to be a tough battle. Chemotherapy, s^rgery—it won’t be easy. But there’s always a chance.”

The Struggles Begin
The months that followed were a blur of hospital visits, medical bills, and sleepless nights. Mary juggled her job at the bank, caring for David, and being there for Michael. Her once lively husband became a shadow of himself, his body weakened by the harsh treatments.

Mary sold their secondhand car and pawned her jewelry to cover the mounting bills. Friends and family who had once been supportive began to fade away, their calls and visits growing less frequent.

Some nights, after David had fallen asleep, Mary would sit by Michael’s bedside, holding his hand and whispering words of encouragement. She refused to let him see her cry.

“You’re strong, Michael,” she would say, her voice steady despite the tears threatening to spill. “We’ll get through this together.”

But deep down, she was terrified.

The Final Goodbye
One rainy evening, as thunder rumbled in the distance, Michael’s condition took a turn for the worse. Mary called the doctor, who advised her to make him comfortable. The words felt like a knife to her heart.

She sat by Michael’s side, clutching his hand as his breathing grew shallow.

“Mary,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

“I’m here,” she replied, tears streaming down her face.

“Take care of David... Promise me,” he said, his eyes locking onto hers.

“I promise,” Mary choked out, her voice breaking.

Michael gave her a faint smile, then closed his eyes for the last time.

Alone and Lost
In the days that followed, Mary moved through life in a haze of grief. She buried Michael, said goodbye to the life they had built together, and faced the daunting reality of raising David alone.

The weight of her promise to Michael bore down on her. She had no choice but to keep going, for David’s sake.

As she stood by the window one evening, watching David play on the floor, Mary whispered to herself, “I don’t know how, Michael, but I’ll make sure our son has a good life. I’ll keep my promise.”

And so, the journey of a single mom began.

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09/04/2026

TITLE: LIFE OF A SINGLE MOM
INTRODUCTION

she had to make every day to give him a life she never had. Her son, David, was only six, but his wide, curious eyes held a wisdom beyond his years. Mary often wondered if he understood the sacr!fices she made—the sleepless nights sewing clothes for neighbors, the skipped meals, and the dreams she’d b^ried so he could dream freely.

Life as a single mom wasn’t easy, especially in a city that never seemed to sleep or care. Lagos was bustling, relentless, and unforgiving, much like the rain outside her window. But Mary had learned to adapt, to fight through the storms, and to find hope in the smallest moments: David's laughter, his drawings on the wall, or the way he proudly introduced her as his "supermom" to his classmates.

She wasn’t b!tter about the past, though the sc@re were deep. Each one told a story: of love, betray@l, heartbreak, and resilience. The man who had promised her the world was now just a faded memory. What remained was her resolve to stand tall, to face each day with courage, and to raise her son to be the kind of man she once believed in.

As the rain eased, Mary wiped a t34r from her cheek, took a deep breath, and reached for her sewing kit. There were uniforms to mend, bills to pay, and a little boy's future to secure. Life as a single mom was tough, but Mary knew she had to keep moving—because stopping wasn’t an option.

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08/04/2026

Episode 11: The Wicked Plot
Naato became desperate.
The silence in his once-busy office was loud.
Phones no longer rang like before.
Workers whispered behind his back.
Everything was slipping away.
He clenched his fists.
“If I can’t have him… no one will,” he muttered.
His eyes hardened with a dangerous decision.
Naato still had one thing left—power.
Connections.
Influence.
That same night, he made a few calls.
Quiet calls. Dangerous calls.
And by evening…
The police arrived.
Lege was closing for the day when he heard a loud knock.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
“Open up! Police!”
His heart skipped.
He opened the door slowly.
Before he could speak, they rushed in.
“You are under arrest!”
“What? For what?” Lege asked, confused.
“Fraud. Theft. Financial crimes.”
Lege’s eyes widened.
“No! That’s not true! I didn’t—”
A heavy slap cut his words short.
“Save it for the station!”
Neighbors gathered.
People watched.
Whispers spread like wildfire.
“Isn’t that the smart one?”
“I heard he was too good to be true…”
Lege felt his world collapse in seconds.
At the station, things got worse.
No proper questions.
No real investigation.
Just accusations.
And blows.
“Confess!” one officer shouted.
“I didn’t do anything!” Lege cried.
Another hit landed.
Pain shot through his body.
But the pain in his heart was worse.
Naato…
He knew.
Deep down, he knew who was behind it.
They threw him into a dark, cold cell.
The metal door slammed shut.
CLANG!
Silence followed.
Lege sat on the floor, weak and broken.
His body ached.
His face swollen.
But his heart…
His heart was shattered.
Tears rolled down his cheeks.
Not because of the pain.
Not because of the humiliation.
But because of betrayal.
After everything…
After all the loyalty…
All the sacrifices…
This was how Naato repaid him.
That night, Lege looked up at the small window.
A faint light shone through.
His voice trembled as he whispered,
“Why…?”
No answer came.
Only silence.
But deep inside that silence…
Something began to change.
Pain was slowly turning into something else.
Something stronger.
Something dangerous.
And far away, in his mansion…
Naato sat alone.
A glass of drink in his hand.
A wicked smile on his face.
“It’s over for you, Lege,” he said coldly.
But even as he spoke…
A strange feeling crept into his chest.
Fear.
Because somewhere deep down…
He knew this was not the end.

06/04/2026

money.
Episode 10: The Fall of Naato (Continued)
Without Lege’s ideas, things got worse.
Clients left.
Competitors overtook them.

Naato tried to think, but his mind was empty.
He realized something terrifying…
He never had the brain.
Only the money.

And now… even the money was disappearing.

Bills piled up.
Staff salaries were delayed.
Whispers filled the office.

“Something is wrong…”
“This company is not the same…”

One by one, his workers began to resign.
The same people who once praised him now avoided him.

Naato sat alone in his big office.
The silence was heavy.

He picked up his phone…
Scrolled through contacts…
Paused at Lege’s name.

His hand trembled.

Should he call?

His pride screamed, No.
But his situation whispered, You have no choice.

Days passed.

The company’s biggest client pulled out.
That was the final blow.

Naato slammed his desk in frustration.
“How did everything fall apart so fast?!”

But deep down… he knew the truth.

It didn’t fall apart fast.
It only looked strong because of Lege.

That night, Naato walked through his mansion.
The same house that once felt like power… now felt empty.

No laughter.
No ideas.
No progress.

Just regret.

He sat in the dark and finally admitted it to himself:

“I lost everything… because of my pride.”

Tears rolled down his face for the first time in years.

Meanwhile…

Far away, Lege sat under a small streetlight.
With nothing but a notebook and a pen.

He was writing again.

Planning again.

Starting again.

Because while Naato lost everything he had…
Lege still had everything he was.

And that… made all the difference.

05/04/2026

Episode 9: The Turning Point
Lege stood there, silent.

Naato’s words echoed in his head again and again.

“You will only get what I give you.”

For the first time, Lege saw the truth clearly.

He was not a partner.
He was not respected.
He was just… being used.

That night, Lege could not sleep.

He sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the ceiling.

“All my ideas… all my sacrifices…” he whispered.

Tears filled his eyes.

But this time, something was different.

The pain did not break him.

It changed him.

Slowly, Lege stood up.

“No more,” he said quietly.

The next morning, he walked into the office.

Calm. Focused. Different.

Naato was already there, shouting at staff.

“Why are sales dropping?! Think! Use your brains!”

Lege watched him for a moment.

Then he spoke.

“I won’t be giving you any more ideas.”

The room went silent.

Naato turned slowly.

“What did you say?”

Lege looked straight into his eyes.

“I’m done.”

Naato laughed loudly.

“Done? You think you can survive without me?”

Lege didn’t answer immediately.

He simply smiled—a small, confident smile.

“We’ll both find out.”

Naato’s laughter faded.

For the first time…

He felt something he had never felt before.

Fear.

Lege picked up his small notebook—the one that held all his ideas.

He tore out a few pages… and put them in his pocket.

Then he dropped the rest on the table.

“Those are the ones you already used,” he said.

And without looking back…

Lege walked out.

No noise.
No drama.

Just a man who finally chose himself.

Outside, the sun was hot.

The road was uncertain.

But for the first time in a long time…

Lege felt free.

05/04/2026

Episode 8: The Rejection
Naato stood up, his face dark.
“I am the foundation of this business,” he said firmly.
“My money built everything.”
He stepped closer.
“You will only get what I give you.”
Those words hit Lege like a slap.
Years of loyalty… reduced to nothing.
Lege felt something break inside him.
For a moment, he couldn’t speak.
All the nights he stayed awake, thinking of new ideas…
All the times he defended the company like it was his own…
All the sacrifices…
None of it mattered.
To Naato, he was just a worker.
Replaceable.
Lege lowered his head slightly.
Not in defeat…
But to hide the pain in his eyes.
“So that’s it?” he asked quietly.
Naato didn’t hesitate.
“That’s it.”
The finality in his voice was cold.
Sharp.
Lege nodded slowly.
A deep silence filled the room.
Something had changed.
The respect he once had for Naato… gone.
The loyalty… gone.
In its place, something new was rising.
Clarity.
Lege looked up again.
This time, his eyes were different.
Calm. Distant.
“Thank you,” he said.
Naato frowned.
“For what?”
“For showing me who I really am to you.”
Naato scoffed.
“You’re talking too much.”
But Lege was no longer listening.
In that moment, he made a decision.
A quiet one.
But powerful enough to change his life.
“I understand now,” he said.
He turned and began to walk away.
“Understand what?” Naato asked sharply.
Lege paused at the door.
Without looking back, he replied,
“I was building your dream… while forgetting mine.”
And then—
He walked out.
Not as a boy looking for approval…
But as a man who had finally woken up.

04/04/2026

Episode 7: The Demand
Lege finally spoke.
“I want to be a shareholder.”
Naato froze.
Lege continued, his voice calm but firm.
“You brought money. I brought ideas. We should be partners.”
Silence filled the room.
Then Naato laughed… cold and harsh.
“You? Partner?”
Lege didn’t move.
He stood his ground.
“Yes,” he said. “This business grew because of my ideas. I deserve more than a salary.”
Naato walked slowly around him, like a man inspecting something worthless.
“Let me remind you who you are,” Naato said quietly.
“You came to me with nothing. No money. No power.”
He stopped in front of Lege.
“I gave you a roof. Food. A job.”
His voice hardened.
“And now… you want to sit beside me?”
Lege swallowed, but he didn’t back down.
“I worked for it,” he replied.
Naato’s eyes darkened.
“No,” he snapped. “You worked for me.”
The words hit hard.
But Lege had come too far to stay silent.
“If I stop giving ideas today… what happens to this business?” he asked.
That question hung in the air.
Heavy. Dangerous.
Naato’s jaw tightened.
For a second… just a second…
He had no answer.
But pride would not let him show it.
He straightened his suit.
“You are forgetting your place,” Naato said coldly.
Lege shook his head slowly.
“No,” he replied. “For the first time… I’m remembering it.”
The tension in the room grew thick.
Two men.
One with money.
One with the mind.
And both unwilling to bow.
That moment…
Changed everything.

03/04/2026

Writer: LISTA AUSTIN
CITY OF SHADOWS
Episode 6: Escape Attempt

Ebuka packed his small bag with trembling hands. The weight of his reality had become unbearable. The walls of the small compound house seemed to whisper at night. Shadows danced longer than they should. He had stayed too long. He knew it.

That night, when the power went out—again—he took it as a sign. With nothing but his wallet, an old torchlight, and a few pieces of bread, he slipped through the back gate and into the darkness.

The air was thick, like it was watching him. Every creak of the dry leaves under his feet echoed louder than it should. He didn’t care. He just needed to get away.

He took the main road and walked fast, past the silent houses, past Mama Nneka’s provision store, past the mechanic workshop. Then he reached a T-junction. He turned right.

Ten minutes later, he was back on the same street.

The same broken-down bus with its shattered windshield.
The same old beggar sitting by the gutter, muttering words no one understood.
The same brown dog barking madly behind the same rusted gate.

His chest tightened. He turned back the way he came and ran. Left at the junction this time. He didn't stop running until his legs ached.

Again, the same street.

The bus.
The beggar.
The barking dog.

“What is this?” he gasped. His breath fogged in the night air, though it wasn’t cold.

Panic set in.

He tried to speak to the beggar, but the man only stared at him with cloudy eyes and whispered, “You were not supposed to leave yet.”

Ebuka took a different route, cut through someone’s backyard, jumped over fences, and ran into the bushes.

Still—he came out… back to the same street.

It was like the entire world outside that place had crumbled, leaving only this loop.

Then the dog stopped barking. The beggar stood. The bus door creaked open.

A voice echoed from somewhere in the dark.

“You can’t leave, Ebuka. You opened the door. Now you must finish what you started.”

Ebuka dropped his bag. His torchlight flickered.

In the distance, the streetlights buzzed and dimmed.

He wasn't just trapped in a place. He was trapped in something deeper.

And someone—or something—was watching.

To be continued…

03/04/2026

Title: City of Shadows
Episode 5: The Ritual Begins

The moon hovered full and white in the sky, casting eerie light over the rundown building on the outskirts of the city. An owl hooted from a distance, and the wind carried strange whispers through the rustling trees.

At exactly midnight, the rusted iron gate creaked open. They were summoned.

Chijioke and Ebuka stood uneasily among five other young men, all lured by the promise of wealth, fame, and power in the city that devoured the innocent. The inside of the building was dimly lit with red candles, the air thick with incense and something darker—something that smelled like blood and secrets.

Baba K emerged from the shadows, his tall frame cloaked in dark fabric. His dreadlocks hung wild around his face, and his eyes glinted like a predator in the night.

“Today,” his voice boomed, “una go prove loyalty.”

He reached into a leather bag and handed each of them a black robe, woven with strange symbols that seemed to move under the candlelight. The other men took the robes without hesitation.

Chijioke accepted his with trembling hands, his mind racing but his heart firm. He wanted to belong. He wanted to escape the shame of poverty and the whispers of failure. This was the price.

Ebuka looked at the robe, then at Baba K. He took a step back.

“I no do,” he said firmly.

Silence fell.

Chijioke turned sharply to him, eyes wide. “Ebuka…”

Baba K's face slowly darkened, the smile on his lips vanishing like smoke in the wind.

“No be everybody wey enter city dey go back house,” he said ominously, his voice low but deadly.

The candles flickered as if reacting to his words. One of the other boys started to chant. Two others closed in on Ebuka.

He stepped back again, fists clenched. “If una wan kill me, kill me. But I no go sell my soul!”

Baba K hissed, raising one hand. The room suddenly grew colder. “Your soul?” he said with a mocking grin. “Your soul no even get value yet.”

Then he turned to Chijioke.

“You,” he said, “follow me.”

Chijioke hesitated, his eyes flicking to Ebuka—his friend, his brother from the village. But then he looked down at the robe in his hand and stepped forward.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered to Ebuka. “I no fit go back.”

And with that, he disappeared into the dark corridor behind Baba K.

Ebuka stood alone now, breathing heavily, surrounded by eyes that no longer looked human.

Behind the corridor, the ritual was about to begin.

To be continued…

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Episode 3: The Locked Door
Curious, Chijioke crept to the door. It was locked, but he peeped through the crack—and saw men in black robes surrounding a symbol drawn on the ground with blood.

He staggered back, frightened.

“Don’t open that door,” Baba K warned the next morning, “or you go regret am.”

But it was too late. Chijioke had seen too much.

Episode 4: Ebuka’s Doubts
Ebuka begged Chijioke they should leave.

“I no trust this man, Chi,” he said. “There’s something evil here.”

Chijioke hesitated. Baba K had promised them connections and a job in an oil company.

“We just need to endure a little,” he said. “We go blow soon.”

That same night, Ebuka had a nightmare—a faceless creature dragging Chijioke into a pit of fire.

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CITY OF SHADOWS
Episode 2: The Red-Capped Man

The next morning, the man with the red cap approached them with a wide grin.

“I be Baba K,” he said. “You boys dey look for work, abi? Make I help una.”

Chijioke, ever the optimist, nodded quickly. “Yes, sir. Anything we fit do.”

Ebuka hesitated, his eyes scanning the man’s worn agbada and the glint in his eyes. Something felt off, but he didn’t want to sound ungrateful. “We dey try survive, sir,” he said quietly.

Baba K laughed heartily. “Una go survive well-well. Just follow me.”

He led them through winding streets until they reached Mushin. The house Baba K stopped at was tucked behind overgrown shrubs and broken gates. Its walls were cracked, the paint peeling like sunburned skin. It looked abandoned.

“This place?” Chijioke asked.

“Yes na,” Baba K replied. “Na here be the headquarters. Plenty boys don make it from here. Una time don come.”

Inside, the air was thick and musty. But there was food on the table—hot, steaming rice with thick stew—and two thin mattresses in a room with barred windows.

“Make una rest. Tomorrow work go start,” Baba K said, winking. “Opportunity full ground.”

That night, as the boys lay on their mattresses, full for the first time in days, the sound of low chanting drifted through the walls. At first, it was faint—like a hum—but it grew louder, layered with drums and strange whispers.

Chijioke sat up. “Wetin be that?”

Ebuka didn’t answer. He was already at the door, pressing his ear against it.

The chanting was coming from the room next to theirs.

Suddenly, the smell of burning herbs filled the air. A deep voice called out in a language neither of them understood, followed by cries—soft at first, then desperate.

Chijioke’s face turned pale. “I no like this place.”

Ebuka grabbed his wrist. “Tomorrow, we go find way comot here. Something no pure for this house.”

Behind the door, the chanting rose to a fever pitch… and then stopped.

Dead silence.

Then, a whisper—right outside their door.

“Una don enter.”

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