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16/05/2025

FOUR FLAMES, ONE FIRE [🔥 Part 1]

How do you define Faith? Well, let’s get this straight — after my secondary school education, I stayed home, secured a temporary job working in a Café and didn’t write jamb.

I never knew what writing jamb exams felt like, but I was always overwhelmed whenever I realized that I would be going alone to write, not in the company of friends and classmates.

As we grow older, we tend to take more responsibility for our lives.
When the period for jamb exams came, it felt like the whole world was talking against my strength; “Jamb na luck” “If you don dey house for more than a year, e go hard to remember wetin you know for school that year o” blaa blaa blaa.

It's one thing to listen to the words which people often use on us, trying to disrupt the independent will to make choices as a human being and another thing to stand firm in what you truly believe in.

“ I’m going to write the jamb exams, score more than my cut off mark and gain admission when it’s time to go to the tertiary institution. No time is late” I constantly told people who use those words on me.

St. Paul said, Faith is backed up with actions and he wasn’t stupid for saying that. I didn’t end up with words of affirmation without burning the candles rightly.

There were times I was scared and thought I would fail, but I had made a choice and kept my promise always ringing in my ears.
“Who would you even run to, when you fail?” I asked myself.

I was looked upon like a fool and I guess many mocked me from behind. It was going to be hard for anyone who has stayed out of the four walls of a secondary school for two years, to make it in jamb.

What many failed to understand — graduating from secondary school for as many years as you think is not the same thing as studying your books, after that graduation. If you leave the book, it would leave you. Funny truth.
I knew what I was doing and I was praying; my friends never stopped encouraging me as some of them too were also reading for the exams.

My results amazed many– as I had always affirmed, I scored more than the cut off mark for my course and yes, when it was time for the admission, I was given without delay. I and my three friends, beat the score for our various courses and it was a good thing. Sadly and unfortunately to humans, but maybe fortunately to God, because he doesn’t work with our own time and seasons, they weren’t given admission.

Words actually have power or should I say the tongue.

Months before, I was sitting in a provision store, trying to buy the beverages and Foodstuffs my household would be needing before the week runs out; a woman walked into the shop, wailing loudly as her voice could permit.

“Mummy Iyabo, Papa Johnny don peme oo” She screamed in pidgin, emphasizing on the word “Peme”

“Ah! Which of the Papa Johnny?” mummy Iyabo who was supposed to be calculating my bills, stood up from the church she was sitting in confusion.

“Johny, the street cultist na, him parle” she explained again.

“Ah-ah, na yesterday evening him con buy bread na. Which one be say this morning, him don perf?” mummy Iyabo asked in complete shock.

“Them say him wake up, start to vomit blood, person wey never brush teeth o. Na so ihn wife say make them carry am go hospital, Papa Johnny begin dey shout say ihn no go make am to the hospital o, say ihn go die oo, make them treat am for house there o. Before them go reach hospital, this man don die o. Shey this one na attack abi poison? The woman asked.

I was in shock; it’s funny how people use their own mouth to condemn themselves. Because why would a man wake up vomiting blood and came to a conclusion that he would die before they reach where he would be treated?

I was still thinking about this when mummy Iyabo rushed out with the lady, screaming behind her “My pickin, look shop for me, I de come”

Just maybe if he had a little faith, then he’d be alive.

Four flames, one fire… To be continued.🔥

15/05/2025

The journey continues ...

15/05/2025

NEVER FORGET TO...

Ask God daily for the gift of friends.

I mean the gift of GODLY friends.

FOUR FLAMES, ONE FIRE is a Christian flash fiction I have put together .

It would be dropping tomorrow.

Don't forget to follow Amaka’s Library.

Shalom!

13/12/2024

Chapter one (part 2)
Favour woke up, yawning and stretching her arms. She wimped in pains when she discovered her head hurts.

She took her hands to touch her head, but ended up removing a white towel which was wet.

She stood up from the bed, wondering what had happened within the last few hours and how she got on the bed, when a young lady walked in with a tray containing covered plates.

“Hey, you are awake. Thank goodness, you slept for so long I thought you wouldn’t wake up. You passed out after screaming, girl you got me scared” She said and chuckled, while dropping the tray on a small stool and setting it in front of Favour.

“I figured out you would be hungry when you wake up, so I made rice and chicken sauce. I don’t know your favorite meal, but you should try this. You’ll like it.” The lady said and sat on the bed.

“I want to go home” Favour said.

“Home?” She asked.

“She said whoever is here would take me home” Favour replied.

“She said that? I never thought so”

“I don’t have all the time to discuss with you, take me back home” Favour said and walked towards the door.

“That’s not actually the way home” she said, making Favour stop walking.

“I’d show you the way home after you take your meal” She said again.

Favour walked up to her with anger in her eyes, but with a grumbling in her stomach, which was due to hunger, but couldn’t utter a word since she was tired.

“By the way, I am Ejiro, you?” Ejiro introduced herself and asked.

Favour stared at her, opened the plate of rice and ate hungrily, not minding the fact that Ejiro was watching her.
****

© Madubuike Amaka Favour

10/12/2024

CHAPTER ONE (part one)

THE NEW GIRL

“Lie down! Now” Mr. Jerome’s voice echoed in the building, as he stared angrily at the girl whose knees were on the floor, covered in dust as if she had entered into a mud to play.

Her skirt had moved all the way to her thighs, revealing her laps, yet her hair flew back in different directions as if she had gone to act the role of a witch, making her look like one who was brought up from the dump.

Her face beheld anger, cheeks covered with about two to three dried lines of tears, showing signs of redness gotten from the slaps she had been receiving, yet vehemently refusing to lie down on her back, so she would be flogged.

“I see you’ve got wits right? Favour” Mr. Jerome’s voice came again.

“I don’t owe you anything” Favour spoke up and received another slap.

“Stop!” A lady on blue suit, holding a briefcase, scampered towards them. Mr. Jerome retreated from Favour’s side, giving the lady an uncertain look, before taking a glance at Favour, then at the lady.

“Mr. Jerome, what on heavens name is going on here?” she asked in a whisper, throwing her face at Mr. Jerome with popped eyes.

“It’s … it’s her again” He replied with a stutter.
She gave him a puzzled look and stared at Favour, who looked back at her without a flinch.

“You had a case yesterday, young lady” Mrs. Sandra said.

“I don’t want to be here” Favour said.
Mrs. Sandra didn’t look startled as much as Mr. Jerome, who kept wondering why she took so long to say it.

“Nobody wants to be here, darling” Mrs. Sandra said back.

“What’s her case today?” Mrs. Sandra asked to Mr. Jerome.

“She used a rock on Raymond” one of the teenagers who stood watching the event replied. Mrs. Sandra looked at the direction where the answer came from.

“And what are you all watching? Get back to class or skip dinner for two nights.” She yelled as they all scampered away nosily.

“How bad is his condition?” she asked.

“He sustained a deep cut on his forehead and had bruises all over him. He was rushed to the hospital and he is out of danger now” He replied.

“She did all that?” She asked in surprise.

“We can’t tell if she’s psychologically sick or spiritually possessed” He replied.

Mrs. Sandra gave out a long sigh and looked at Favour, who looked less concerned about what she had done.

“Why does she look unkempt?” She asked.

“They probably were in a scuffle, before she outsmart him and brought him down” He replied.

“I didn’t outsmart him, I beat him” Favour said with her head down.

“Shut up” Mr. Jerome yelled.

“Whoosh! Female fighter.” Mrs. Sandra said.

“I don’t fight. I beat people” Favour said again.

“One more word from you and I’ll Make you zip it up forever” He threatened.

Favour rose her head up, looked at him and gave him a mischievous smile that passed a signal of warning to him, before bending her head down again.

“Let Mary do her up. I’ll be in my office when she’s done. Don’t hit her again” Mrs. Sandra instructed and walked away from them.

“Get up” Mr. Jerome instructed; she gave him a sly smile and stood up.

“Don’t be so confident in yourself. You would be broken down soon. Follow me” He said and walked away while she followed from behind, mimicking him and imitating his footsteps.

*****
Dressed in a blue jean skirt and red crop top, accompanied with a red furry slippers, Favour had her hair cut and permed with a brown spray at the tips. She had used a black eye liner to dole her eye lashes; she looked all smart.

As soon as she walked into Mrs. Sandra’s office with Mr. Jerome, Mrs. Sandra stood up with a frown on her face.

“What is this?” she asked, pointing at Favour’s curves. Mr. Jerome looked confused.

“Don’t be dumb, Sir. Why is she naked? This is not the college rule” Mrs. Sandra said again.

“Mary said she dressed herself and refused to be touched” He said.

“Who gave her the clothes?” she yelled again.

“I made them myself. You never expected me to wear those big shirts. I am not a prisoner”
Favour replied, leaving Mrs. Sandra shocked.

“Let Mrs. Smart do her thing at this point. She’s not to be tolerated “ Mr. Jerome said, while Mrs. Sandra sighed, giving him a nod, then he walked out.

She stared at Favour with an undisguised contempt, who returned her stare with a bashing look.

“Say what you have to say and let me go home” Favour said, breaking the silence.

“Home…yeah home. Let’s go home” Mrs. Sandra said, picking up her car keys, gesturing to the door with her head to Favour, who never expected the sudden change, but followed her.

*****

The car screeched to a halt in front of a two storey building, painted ash and white, having a black gate.

“Please, alight. We are here” Mrs. Sandra said.

“This is not my home “ Favour said with a frown.

“Who called it your home in the first place?” she asked.

“You said you were bringing me home” Favour retorted, with an edge of hostility in her voice.

“Hey, chill a bit. I never said that. Well, I brought you to the one who can take you home. I didn’t bring you here, she did. So, she would take you home. Now, please alight” Mrs. Sandra explained with a sound of distain in her voice.

Favour came out of the car and waited for her to do so, after which they both got into the compound.

As soon as the door bell rang when Mrs. Sandra pressed it, the door opened automatically. She gave Favour a sign to go in first, which she did reluctantly and the door was shut immediately without Mrs. Sandra going in.

“Have a lovely day, Favour” she said, almost with mockery as she sighed and walked out of the compound.

Favour banged on the door, tirelessly, screaming as high as her voice could.

“I want to go home!!” she screamed repeatedly with fury.

After what looked like several minutes, she became quiet and the air inside the room felt cold. She bent down, curled into herself, arms wrapped around her knees, trying to hold back her brain from bringing up sad memories from her past.

Her eyes welled with tears as it seemed the whole building went dark and a shadowy figure came closer to her. She opened her eyes immediately to behold the bright lights illuminating the whole building.

Fear was beginning to envelope her, but she summoned courage, stood up, removing the tiny iron string she had hidden in her skirt.

She folded it, stood up and carefully tried to insert it into the keyhole of the door; instantly she received a shock which set her jerking backwards.

She tried again, yet received another Shock. At this point, she was already terrified, sweating and crying.

“Please, don’t hurt me” she said repeatedly. One would think she was speaking to the door.

“Why do you keep repeating what hurts you?” a voice came from behind, making Favour to scream in fear.

*****

To be continued.

©

10/12/2024

DISCLAIMER ‼️

This flash fiction series is a work of fiction. All characters and events are solely from the author's imagination. If it is likened to any physical or real event, then it must have been coincidental, but it is not the author's intention.

APOLOGY🚫

The first piece of this book which is the prologue seems sensitive, especially to r**e victims. It is not in any way used as an attack unto victims, but to show the protagonist's vulnerability and weakness.

I plead that you venture into this as this is clearly a work of fiction.

Thank you.

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Prologue
The air felt thick and suffocating. She moved back slowly and stopped moving as soon as her back pressed against the cold, damp wall.

“Please… don’t hurt me” Her voice, barely audible, cracked.

The weight of his gaze felt heavy. His words cut sharply into the silence, like a two edged sword. It wasn’t what he said that terrified her, but how he said it.

“I promise I won’t hurt you, it would be the sweetest thing you’ve ever tasted. Come on to me, my love” he said almost like a whisper.

Her breathe trembled as he caught hold of her hand, twisting it despite its fragility.

A sob escaped her mouth as she burst into tears and suddenly screamed “Uncle”. This was followed with a slap and a violent flipping over of her body, pressing her into the floor as he had his way from behind, despite her screams.
***
“Nooo” She screamed, jerking up from the couch, breathing hard and suddenly bursting into tears.

Mrs. Smart rushed down the stairs and met Favour in tears.

“It’s going to be fine. Trust me. Come let’s get you cleaned up” Mrs. Smart said, pulling her into a warm embrace as she patted her softly on the back.

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I really pray that the holy Spirit help me on this one as I give out the desired purpose of this book.

©Madubuike Favour Amaka

03/12/2024

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EJIRO, Her mother's Chilld.

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17/10/2024

"Help!"

"Help!"

The voice came like a shrill sound produced by a glass cup when shattering to pieces.

I stopped walking, battling with my thoughts as to who was to be outside by this time of the night.

I stole a glance at my wristwatch to confirm my if it was really late.

"10:47pm, who would be around this dark and bushy place by this time?" I asked myself, holding my Bible firmly.

As I decided to wave the the thought asides, just so I could make it to the Vigil on time, the scream came forth again.

"Help me! Leave me alone!"

At that second statement, it dawned on me that it wasn't just one person seeking for help, but was also struggling in the hands of another.

"What if this was a trap?" My instincts quickly reminded me. I became fully aware of the area I was in; the danger Zone.

I wasn't prepared to lose my life. Heaven is the goal.

I think this was the holy Spirit directing my paths.

I retraced my steps and walked swiftly out of that area, despite the cries of the unknown being echoing in my ears.

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Pastor Ayodele's preaching that night was centered on the Samaritan that helped the man who was beaten and robbed.

I felt like he was preaching to me. I became restless.

"What if it wasn't a trap?" A still voice spoke to me. That moment, cold shiver ran down my spine and tears left my eye glands, down to my cheeks.

I couldn't stay any longer in the church. Everything in the church was just taking my attention back to the cries I had neglected on my way to the Vigil.

It was 3am, but I didn't mind. The road that led to the bushy path was covered with thick darkness, but I couldn't tell if I was scared or not.

I had forgotten to take my phone with me as I left hurriedly, so there was no way I could see where I was going to .

"Direct me Lord" Those were the only word I could whisper to the heaven.

Heaven heard my voice; I heard a soft moan, followed by a quick cry.

I stopped to listen again. The voice cried again, right in front of me.

"Hello"

"Help me" The voice came forth again. I squatted down to touch the body of the one speaking, when I received a bash on my head.

"Father..." My voice faded away as I slumped onto the bare ground.

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