We’ve all been there; you guys start kissing and boom there’s power outage. And since the temperature is humid, the room gets hot and everyone becomes uncomfortable. Make sure there’s light when she finally come. If your village witches don’t want you to lie with a girl they first make you lose access to power. They will get in sync with NEPA officials to take away power and successfully put a knock to your generator carburetor
No sooner had I boarded the bus than I was struck very hard on my scapula with a gun. I clasped my shoulder instinctively and let out a loud groan of pain. I was slapped by a burly man in ankara sitting next to me. I don enter one chance
I don’t know why but my mind drifted to last week when my mum came to visit me from Abeokuta in Ogun state.
I have to kill you before you kill me!” he quoted a bible verse or two, the one about training up a child and not departing from it as he fussed with the greatest hate I have ever seen. Ann my younger sister rushed in crying already, she heard me cry that was all she needed to join the chorus
Soon there were five of them inside the living room, masked and armed for the loot. We were all on our bellies, being stomped upon by heavy boots and our buttocks slapped with the flat end of heavy machetes.
It was the same bunch of rascals who called you “pretty” and almost kissed your feet just minutes ago. So you went into full street mode, swearing on your great grandpa’s balls that no extra dime would come from you, even if other passengers complied.
The doctors expression quickly, shifts from hidden grief to visible anger. His mind flashes to the moment she was brought in,how could so much blood be in such a tiny person he thought to himself as he examined her. The nurse said that the victim was on her way back from school when she was snatched by some unsuspecting persons .
It will break your heart to know he is a burnt body now. He started gambling and stealing. I don’t know when but when I found out, it really was late because like moss around a rock, the habit had encrusted itself around the walls of his mind. It was my fault.
On getting there, I could tell someone was very sick or they had arranged the place to pass that message. My son didn’t feel comfortable there, I could tell that too. We walked into a very large glass room and I saw his mother. Hale and hearty as I had guessed. We talked for a while and I was ready to leave. I turned down the refreshments. You don’t eat where you know you can’t close your eyes to sleep (I came up with that!).
They called it young love. They said we didn’t know what we were doing. That we didn’t know what love was. It pained me that no one could see how real it was. He’d reassure me that when we got married they’ll see then. We’d win then. They’d learn.
You are a witch. Or you aren’t fully aware of yourself and the invisible powers that be, but there’s something about you that blinded me and made me fall for you so helplessly, I ended up inflicting deliberate pain unto myself.
In the morning we were woken up by his mum’s call. He answered, it was the hospital asking him to come over. he hung up and looked at me like something was wrong. “it’s the hospital, they want me to come over, mum is not doing well, the last time something like this happened was when my grandmother died. My mum has passed, I’m sure of that” he said.
She was a rainbow. A perfectly formed one with a unique appeal. As I watched her for the umpteenth time, she looked back at me. I looked away shamefully, upset that I had been caught. She kept staring and like the coward I am, I kept my face down.
I have since then fought the vilest battle against myself, holding on to everything just so I can hold my own without crawling back to her. The grief of mother’s death had now poured itself entirely on me and I had no shelter for refuge anymore.