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WHO SAYS JESUS GIRL CANNOT FALL IN LOVE? Adriel looked up at the skies, allowing the droplets of water that dripped endl...
28/10/2025

WHO SAYS JESUS GIRL CANNOT FALL IN LOVE?

Adriel looked up at the skies, allowing the droplets of water that dripped endlessly to the unsatisfying stomach of the earth, fall into his eyes while he blinked occasionally. As if that wasn't enough, he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue for water to fall on.

His hair had found a solace on his face, as he stood out in the rain. I watched him cupped his hands under the rain and after a while, he ran towards me like a baby running to meet his mother.

In as much as I tried to hide my smiles, his calm face, slowly erupting into smiles, made me give way to the smiles that finnally covered my face.

I could see his guardian angel smiling at me. A feeling of satisfaction washed over me, as my heart raced with its own kind of emotions that left me confused.

He was close to me, when his feet dashed a stone which was directly in front of me.

Instantly, he held me tightly, to avoid both of us falling. Gladly, I didn't fall on the ground, but sadly I regretted not falling. Well, reasons best known to me.

Adriel wasn't letting go, he stared directly into my eyes without blinking for almost a minute.

The emotions were mutual. My heart had changed its rythmic beat, and was just beating on another rythym. He smelt really nice and I could sense my hormones dealing badly with me.

The fact that he kept staring at me closely made my heart continue leaping. Well, when I am done from here, it would explain.

He came closer to me, there was no other space for me to move backwards. Then he stopped coming close, but worse still,he was staring continously at my lips.

“God, please help us not to do this. I may badly need him, but not now” I prayed silently.

I just wasn't sure if I would pass this temptation that was staring at me.

He moved closed to my lips, after making serious contemplations in his heart. I could tell from his facial expressions.

“Just a kiss lord, forgive me” I prayed, after assuming he might do it, and I didn't want to turn him down, even though I clearly knew the consequences. We were just engaged, not married yet.

I closed my eyes breathing in so much air and waited patiently for that lips I had dreamt so much of, to savage mine, but nothing happened.

I opened my eyes and found him staring at me. Then he busted into laughing.

“What happened?” I asked myself, completely confused at the turn of event.

“Were you expecting something?” He asked, after simmering down.

“I… I don't know” I stammered, completely feeling a bit embarrassed. I pressed my lips together, keeping my head low.

“ Hey look at me” he gestured, using his right hand to raise my chin up. My eyes came to behold his and he smiled; the same smile that made me loose my guard. He just had his way of making my heart melt. He used his left hand to hold one of my hands, while still staring at me.

“What does this brother want exactly?” I asked myself.

“I'm looking at you now. You've spent the whole day staring at me.” I said, breaking the silence between us.

“Zuriel… you are beautiful. God's first masterpiece, that's who you really are” He said, smiled again and tightened his grip on my hand, before leaving me to face the rain.

“Let's go catch the train, so we wouldn't be for our movie . You surely don't want me to miss it, and I don't want you to miss it too.” He said, as he walked to the mat we had earlier sprayed on the ground. He packed up the items on it, while humming to a Christmas hymn I had learnt while in secondary school. “Born is the light of the world”

“Wait! Did this guy just put me in a tight cirner, just to prank me? Or was I too fast with my feelings?” I asked myself, as I watched him pack up, refusing to move.

“Stop thinking about wht happened. When the time is right, he would permit us. Come join me” Adriel said, as if he was reading my thoughts. He always guessed them right, whenever I was thinking.

“I beg your finest pardon” I said, raising my eye brows, as I folded my hands together. He looked up at me, stood up and walked to me.

“Come on. I love you okay and I won't trade it for anything” He said, pulled off his jacket and helped me wear them, after noticing my calm jerks.

“You must be cold” he said, while helping me wear the jacket.

His closeness made me felt more warm and I couldn't resist hugging him, so I did. He wrapped his arms around me, giving me slight pats on my back.

“You're cold” he whispered.

“You're warm” I whispered back and he chuckled.

“Fire and water” he teased and I let out a little laugh.

“I love you Adriel”

“I love you endlessly, my queen” he said, planted a kiss on my forehead, pulled me away gently and made to return to the mat.

“ I don't wanna go” I said giving him a frown.

“Cookies?” He said and I nodded. He streched out his hands to take mine. As I put forth my hands, he withdrew his and chuckkled.

“Catch me if you can” He said laughing as he ran away

“I'll deal with you. What kind of man are you?” I cried out, laughing yet still pained that he won again.

“You'll miss your movie” he screamed as I followed him as he ran around.

He intentionally made me catch up with him and I wasted no time to hit him playfully with my fist.

“In your next life, ask God for a stronger hand. This one is suffering from malnutrition “ he teased, I gave him frown and finally hit him hard.

“Outch! That was painful” he winced in pain.

“Evidence of good hand feeding” I mocked him and he laughed.

“Okay, your hands are strong” he said, raising his hands up as a sign of surrender, while I left him to pack up the remaining items on the mat. He rolled the mat and gave it to me to hold, while he hung the back pack.

“You're good?” I asked him

“Always good when I'm with you” he replied.

“The hit? Was it really painful?” I asked him as we started walking out of the park.

“You don't want me to say the truth, do you?” He asked

“I wouldn't budge you, if I didn't want to know” I replied.

“It reminded me of when mom beat me when I had gone to play football without doing the work she told me to do” he replied and I laughed.

“Sorry, I was hard on you” I apologized

“Come here” he said stretching his hand to hold mine, I pulled mine into his hands, and he held it tightly as we walked away.





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15/10/2025

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15/10/2025

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FOUR FLAMES, ONE FIRE [🔥 Part 1]How do you define Faith? Well, let’s get this straight — after my secondary school educa...
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.🔥

The journey continues ...
15/05/2025

The journey continues ...

NEVER FORGET TO...Ask God daily for the gift of friends.I mean the gift of GODLY friends.FOUR FLAMES, ONE FIRE is a Chri...
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!

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


CHAPTER ONE (part one)THE NEW GIRL“Lie down! Now” Mr. Jerome’s voice echoed in the building, as he stared angrily at the...
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.

©

DISCLAIMER ‼️This flash fiction series is a work of fiction. All characters and events are solely from the author's imag...
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.
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“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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Read and learn. Let's move on this journey together, where we touch the strength and weaknesses teenagers, young adults and youths face n reality and how we can help curb them out.

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

It's OFFICIAL!Let's go on a roller coaster of fiction series this December.Follow Amaka’s Library. , so you won't be lef...
03/12/2024

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27/11/2024

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