AFRICAN STORIES

Story by VICTOR DANIEL

My memories of my mother are becoming more blurry as I grow older. But I remember certain events that touched my life so much that I still feel the reverberation even as I get older.

There was this time, I was 7 I think, I was a truant in school. I would always leave the class at free periods, wandering around the town with my friends. I was reported To her by the teacher on one occasion. My mother was the typical African mother. Her hand worked faster than her mouth and she was quite dramatic, lol. I remembered she beated me silly, but then it didn't change me. I would still sneak out of class hoping I didn't get caught. I would eventually get caught. I get reported to my mother and get beaten up by her repeatedly. So, one day she considered a different approach.

My mother was a very emotional woman. I remember seeing her cry often, sometimes when she scolded me and I cried she cried along. Especially at the point when I became her only surviving child.

So on this day I had repeated my usual offence and I was reported to her again. She took me home. On the way home I had already consoled myself to be mentally steady for the combos of slaps and wires that were going to rain on my skin. We got home and she took me inside her room; locked the door and pulled a wire. Tears already welled in her eyes and her voice was shaking when she spoke to me. She said to me:

"Victor, I'm tired of beating you. You are probably never going to change by being beaten. I don't know if I had made a mistake by the way I raised you. Maybe I have, maybe it's my fault. Take this wire, and flog me, if that is what it will take for you to change."

By the time she finished saying this, strings of tears already glided freely down her face. Then, then, mummy put the wire in my hands and pulled her blouse. Only her bra was left. "Victor, flog me, please."

That day, standing in the room alone with my mother, holding that wire and watching my mother offer her bare skin as a penance for my correction, I died multiple deaths inside of me. Guilt, shame, self resentment and pity plagued my soul. I started crying; wailing in fact. I dumped myself on the ground and cried. It was a scene to remember; mother and child, alone in the room washing the iniquities of the child with tears, that hurt more than the strokes of whips. I think I cried that day more than I did when she eventually became a butterfly.

That day, till the day she was buried, I never gave her any cause to hit me again. That day, without hitting me, I changed.

I will always love you, wherever you are.

Story by Akin Omo Akin


A great wall separated the two kingdoms in the ancient times. Firmly rooted in the earth, it stood taller than the highest mountains, sturdy and enigmatic, adorned with rare stones and extensive fortification of inexplicable strategic complexity, which made it very difficult for anyone to get over it. Some say it was built by rich merchants to belittle the wall of Jericho, others say it was planted in the ground by the gods themselves.


The people of Ulum envied those who dwelled on the other side of the wall. The flamboyant artistry and aura resonated by the wall provided hints that their distant neighbors lived in luxury.


There came a period when a very great starvation enwrapped the city of Ulum. The wise king requested that food be stored and shard all in all to maintain the kingdom. The people were uproarious ‒ most wanted to climb over the wall and seek for assistance from their richer neighbors, some were covetous and wanted to cross over and traverse to luxuriousness.

"We should get over the wall and visit the great city on the opposite side of it!" they said.

The king shook his head in dismay, daunted at the loud state of mind and naivety shown by his people. The chief persuaded him to give his people their opportunity of will so as to quell the rowdy. He inadvertently obliged, and the occupants of Ulum held him to his words, giving him zero Chance to advise them or back track. The chiefs advised them to abstain if the climb was too tough and uphill.

The people of Ulum assembled, as able bodied men prepares to climb the compelling wall. The first man attempted to climb, yet fell and died. A similar destiny likewise came upon the second man. Others were dreaded, however their resilience and enthusiasm was solid. For quite a while, week after week, different man climbed and fell. The ladies lost their spouses; kids lost their fathers, men lost their companions. Still, they moved forward and another man embraced his brother and siblings everyday before going for the climb. Expectation was dismayed, hope was daunted, spirits had died, seal was broken, yet Alabi beat the challenge to climbed. He was determined, very little was left in Ulum. His mom cried, his wife begged, his friends pleaded  for him not to go. Too bad, they said their goodbyes, and wished him good fortunes. Alabi climbed the wall with the will of a warrior. It seemed as though he would fall when he lost balance, however he was strong and held on tight.

Hours gone as the people of Ulum happily and frightfully watched Alabi move to the top. He was a hero, a champion, a lord. His triumph chuckle could be heard on both sides of the equator of the earth. Abruptly, his eyes obscured as he gazed down into the opposite side. His face turned pale as everything stopped. His hands shook, tired and afraid. There was no awesome city; there were no rich neighbors, only a heap of dead bodies half covered in the mud. Alabi scowled as it turned out to be clear to him ‒ these individuals, now decaying without end, had likewise must been attempting to get over the wall, to greener fields. They'd thought Ulum were rich neighbors, or an incredible city. They'd similarly thought Ulum had built the magnificent wall. How mistaken, they were. If only they knew,if only the people of Ulum knew. In his melancholy and grief, Alabi fell into the opposite side, and died.

"Years passed, and the people of Ulum still tried to get over the wall. Many died. Nobody knew what Alabi had seen.” Grandpa said as he finished his story. “Never judge a book by its cover

SILENT DEATH

She harbours her own pain.
She is under a compulsion for forceful gain.
She enjoys her every moment.
She succumbs to every movement.

Her husband is her saviour.
Her husband creates a flavour;
He gyrates her depression.
He also motivates her digression.

He gives her the sweetness of his bitter.
He molests her like her killer.
He assaults her freedom.
He whips her on random.

She is a forced sex toy.
She gets beaten contrary to her joy.
She regrets her every escape.
She fake her sleep on tape.

Rain of sorrow kept falling.
Her freedom is shunning.
Her slavery days increases.
Her joy of good living is in its pieces.


Poet: HERITAGE


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STORY by Heritage


'my mother's care is the greatest challenges of my life", Tejumola said.

It was a bright Monday morning as everyone was giving different opinion on how bright and scorching the sun was. Some guessed the day's brightness was a sign of rain likely to fall later in the day while others were of the opinion that it meant the day will be a good and fruitful one.

It was however another day of the usual for Teju, as popularly called by friends and relatives. She was kicked out of bed on that fateful day around 4:30am to engage in her daily routines.

Teju is the daughter of Mrs Olagun, who is now a widow. Teju lost her father to an accident at the tender age of nine. She is the second child among three siblings. She is a diligent, brilliant and gentle girl of 16. She is in Senior Secondary School 2(SS 2).

Being the only girl among the three children of the Olaguns, she was been made to overwork. Her siblings are not helping the matter too as they fold their arms and watch their favorites TV shows every now and then.

On that fateful Monday, she did all the stated chores of hers. On her way to the bathroom, she was caught unawares by her mother who landed a sounding electrifying slap to her amazement.

"Where are your manners? Didn't I told you to bring my food?" Mrs Olagun asked.

It now dawned on Teju that she has just being hitted right now because of her slight forgetfulness. She bursted into tears while she made her way to the kitchen to carry her Mother's food.

Teju went to school that day with a clue of sorrow. She didn't concentrate in class. Her moodiness was noticed by her seat-partner, Michael.

Michael can be said to be the only friend of Teju. He is a mischievous guy who hunts girls with his handsomeness and well built body. He has being developing an hidden emotion for Teju since their SS 1 days. He has being diligent enough not to break their friendship by his emotional approach.

Teju, having no other choice, disclosed what happened and has being happening to her. Michael was taken aback trying to comprehend what might have caused such. He had nothing to say than to calm her down and encourage her to think only of the sensation the future breeds if she persevere.

Michael being a sharp guy immediately seized that particular moment to tell Teju how his emotions is shaped. He used all the lovely words he has in him. He kept on teasing Teju with charming words.

"Are you for real? Teju said looking up this time into his widely clueless eyes. Michael nodded in confirmation. He also buttressed his point by bragging to always be available during the hard times of Teju. Teju agreed.

Michael was obviously happy at his newest jackpot. He pulled her closer to lean on him which Teju conveniently did, they are the only one in the class anyways. She had no choice than to have someone to share and count on.

Days passed, their affection persistently increases. Teju feels comfortable and relaxed to the core whenever she was with Michael. They got fond of each other to the extent that Teju is now having a reason to be happy.

"Teju seems to be always depressed" Mama Tobi said. Mama Tobi is a neighbour to the Olaguns. She had witnessed on different occasion the way Teju was being chastised. She can't keep it to herself any longer.

"Teju is my only daughter. I am helping her build a good future with her own children as a disciplined wife and a diligent mother", Mrs Olagun said. This sentences left Mama Tobi speechless but still want to convince Mrs Olagun but was met with a message-conveying look which restricted her and made her kept mute.

Teju was planning to visit her boyfriend when her younger brother, Deji accosted her with a stick. He passed by Teju without greeting her. That is not a new thing. He dramatically turned back to hit her sister with the big stick in his hand. Teju became enraged and hit the boy with great force which brought out tears from the insolent boy's eyes running down his cheek.

Mrs Olagun rushed in at the cries of her baby boy. She instantly guessed of Teju's involvement. She walked towards Teju after collecting the stick from the boy. She forcefully attempted to hit Teju which was logically dodged by Teju. Teju ran out of the house with a very high speed to Michael's house.

Michael, though was expecting her yet surprised by her approach. She narrated another episode of her Mother's care. Michael drew her closer and hugged her. Teju immediately started shedding tears on someone she trusted.

As Michael's parent were not around on that particular day, Michael caught hold of his chance to utilization. He went inside leaving poor Teju brooding over her fate when she returns back home.

Michael came out with a wrapped paper which contains something like powder. Teju asked what she should do with a powder. Michael laughed it off thereby explaining to Teju that it was not a powder but Cocaine.

"What!!! Where did you get it from? For how long has it being with you?" Teju lamented drawing back from Michael.

"Calm down. Do you think you are the only one that has problem with your parent? I get over their insults and chastisement with this. It has being keeping me strong. Try it, you won't have any cause to worry again", Michael explained.

Teju, now confused, kept mute for a while. Suddenly, she opened up and requested for little. She inhaled it and was feeling hot. She wanted to stop but her hand was seized by Michael to show her that he was there for her. After five minutes of inhaling, she lost control of herself. She was out of the planet.

Michael noticed this, he started cuddling and fondling her which triggered her sensation. He kissed her and after fifteen minutes took advantage of her. He had sex with her thereby breaking her virtue. Teju regained her consciousness after three hours, the deed had been done.

Teju was deep in thoughts on her way home. Moving from one depression to another. She lost her virginity because of her mother's claim to care.

After two days, Michael apologised to her and tried convincing her of taking Cocaine to ease her discomfort. Poor Teju agreed. Michael promised to take her to where it was being sold at a cheaper price.

Teju is now getting on her mother's nerve as she now inhales Cocaine at freewill. Her mother kept beating and treating her as she used to.

Teju visited her vendor on a particular day. She had not spent up to ten minutes when National Drug Law Enforcement Agents barged in on them. They were arrested instantly.

Mrs Olagun was shocked, depressed and curious about what had led her daughter into drugs. Everyone in the community blamed her for her daughter's misfortune. Mama Tobi also had the courage to continue to relay her reservations from last time's argument which ensued between her and Mrs Salako.

Teju was taken to a Juvenile home where she would spend three free years because she was still a minor at the time of her arrest. She lived her life writing about the assault committed against female children either by parents and guardians.

She is now out of Prison with children of her own. She had two girls, one boy.

"This was how I grew up with damaging hatred called 'care' by my mother. My mother got it wrong with how she handles a female child. Female children are much more critical and prone to danger than male children. She could have protected me from being disflowered at that tender age of 17, had it been she made me comfortable around her. I got inspired to be an Activist against Female genital abuse to mitigate or destroy the barbaric care in our society", Teju said to her children.

Teju visits her mother's grave once in three months. Teju's foundation for humanity is growing.

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CRUSH'S DAY OUT

STORY: by Vechi Allen Vechilz

 I'm alone here come in, she said.
 Being that humble and quiet boy I never wanted to get into trouble all though one mind wanted me to go in,
 so I stared at her for seconds turning to minutes
 then she said again baby come in naah.

 Jesus my brain sparked and I was like "really she called me baby" knowing that she was my crush who is even far far older than me
 after a while I decided to go in,
 i then opened the door, dusted my freaky shoes , and walked inside the house slowly.
 When I went in,
 then we started chatting and "OMG" she was so funny, cracking jokes that could make a baby laugh all day.

 while our conversation was going on, she saw a pimple on my face,
 and she was like "wait wait vechi let me see your face", because of my shyness, i was just blushing staring at her for a while.
 she then said again, do naah before I change my mind.
 I then hurriedly stretched my neck like a Giraffe towards her face,

 when she came closer to me, trying to remove the pimple on my face,
 my junior was already on attention, with style I tried to cover it with my hand .

 Then she moved closer and closer , humble me having that intention that she wanted to help remove my pimple kept calm and did as If I didn't care , although I also had negative thoughts on my mind too.
 on the process of the pimple remover her lips accidentally collided with mine.

 then my head got big and I was like "finally this dream is coming through "
 by then I was already turned on like security lights on the watch.
 then I grabbed her waist kissing her gently, "within me I then planned to take of my nicker ".

 before I could unzip my nicker I heard a horn on the gate "PORM PORM ".
 I almost got mad when she said "oh my God!!!, my dad is back " in fact that statement alone made everything worse knowing quite well that her father was an army general, (omo see suicide mission), at that point in time i tried hiding at her room wardrobe, but unfortunately the wardrobe was too small to contain me, so i tried hiding under the bed, (na that one con worse pass) the bed again couldn't cover me.
 oooh Jesus oooh i am finished!!! (i exclaimed with my hands tied together on my head) as i knelt down with sweat allover my face and my head in a fully air-conditioned room "cabashing in tongues " that if god saves me today, I'll never dream of a blow job or something affiliated to it again in my life.
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 while i was on my knees cabashing suddenly I felt this hard slap on my leg with a familiar voice which sounded like slim saying "vechi!! vechi!! wake up you Don late for class " Abeg borrow me your constitution "
 Then I realized it was all dream, Immediately i knelt down and started thanking God for saving my ass from one big tank of trouble

 ©VECHI ALLEN VECHILZ

Story by:- AKIN OMO AKIN

Hunger ate the better portion of me the entire day since I was running errands for my senior sibling who supported me in the college and accommodated me.

As I staggered to the dining, I was disillusioned when I understood that supper wasn't in the table. I  made a beeline back to my room. As I climbed the stairs, my legs couldn't carry me however I figured out the way into my room. I chose to clean up as the sustenance (food) is being  prepared; Lilian, my sibling's wife on the other hand hasn't been an awful cook, I trusted she'll make the pottage yam worthwile. The shower hurried out and sprinkled on my afro-hair, dribbled down my face, then to my back. The temperature of the water ended up plainly hot when it arrived on my legs. Everything worked out perfectly as I was washing endlessly,the stress and worries of the day.

as I was making the most of my shower, I heard foot steps, yet then the foam cleanser had secured and gotten the vital side of my face. I managed to say"who's there?".
Since the entire duplex is occupied by me, my sibling and his wife.my sibling wasn't around, along these lines, beside Lilian, there's no other individual with me in that huge house. Who then might would it be? Is it ideal to say that it was Lilian? No! it couldn't be. She'd need nothing to do inside my room, regardless of the possibility that she required or needs me she'd rather call me, she generally does. I was in a draw of considerations, yet I summoned fearlessness to roar once more "who is there?"

No reaction came however the footsteps continued shutting in towards the restroom. I washed off the foam cleanser, tied my towel and bounced out to know who is attempting to invade my privacy.

Lo! And behold, it was Lilian standing right inside my room, covered just with her white towel.

"What's it ma'am, I thought you're preparing supper… " or do you wish to se............nd, I said before she cut me off.

"Tonio, I've instructed you to address me by my name, Lilian" she said coming closer and having her full chest rumbling on mine. She appeared to have showered as well, I could perceive the scent Secrets of Jennifer Lopez, her favourite soap.

"What do you want Lilian?" I said in shock.

"Everything is not been said, do what you should" she said with a voice brimming of full seduction, her laps was continuously bumping on mine and before I could express a word her pink lips found mine. It was a long kiss and her lips possessed a flavor like strawberry.

Having anything to do with my sister-in-law was the exact opposite thing I wanted. My sibling would be disappointed if by chance he discovers. Be as it may, imagine a scenario in which she was putting me to test. Imagine a scenario where my sibling knew about this. Imagine a scenario in which this would later happened to be one of these ladies tricks. Exactly what if?.

I was gulped in a sea of "what if" yet I never thought of the more regrettable thing until it came; and that was "Consider the possibility that my brother gets us on doing this".

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As we kissed, I went deep, however she was far away, my manhood has already stood still. We fingered ourselves impractically until she extricated her towel. I beheld her full chest and hip, she'd a spotless shave. Before I could articulate another word from my mouth she pushed me on the quaint bed and we started having sex. We reached climax and was both carried away by pleasure before I sighted my sibling stranding by the entryway with a rifle in his grasp. I needed to bounce off and explain for myself, however the following thing I heard was "gbum". The projectile from the weapon penetrated my trunk.

I opened my eyes just to understand that I was on the feasting seat.i didnt go to the room,i never took shower Lilian scooped yam from the pot and my brother was having his office file recorded in his laptop taking a gander look at me just as if he comprehended what had happened in my dream.

"Old boy dozing off on a chair" he muttered.

"Won't you eat before you rest" Lilian said, smilling at me.

Gracious! It was a dream filled with fantasies Yet, WHAT IF it was real?