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I Was Dead for Two Days After My Friend Poisoned Me Through My Brother.

How I survived is still a mystery to me.

My name is Michael Ndu.

I was raised in deep poverty, so much so that my only elder sister was married off at a very young age. From early on, I made up my mind that I would be the one to break that generational curse.

Even though I couldn’t complete my education due to financial constraints, I refused to give up.

I committed myself to learning a trade and became an apprentice to a well-known machinery and motor parts dealer in our town. I served him diligently, focused on the day I would be settled and start my own business.

That was where I met Buchi.

He was also an apprentice, and like me, he came from a struggling background. We bonded quickly. He was senior to me, so he got settled before I did, and shortly after that, we lost touch.

Years later, I too completed my apprenticeship and by God’s grace, my business began to flourish.

I demolished our old mud house in the village and started building a modern storey building in its place. Watching it rise steadily was one of the proudest moments of my life.

Next, I turned my attention to my sister. She already had three children, so I supported her with some capital to start a small business, instead of remaining idle at home. I also assisted her husband financially and connected him to a wealthy client who had an opening in his company, since he had lost his previous job.

I made sure my parents were comfortable. After all they had endured to raise us, it was only right.

Not long after, I met the love of my life, Amarachi. She was beautiful, fair-skinned, but more importantly, humble and hardworking.

In no time, we began making plans for marriage.

A few weeks later, we had our wedding.

It was on that day I saw Buchi again.

He came to greet me after the ceremony, and I introduced him to my wife. We reminisced about old times, but I quickly noticed that things weren’t going well for him. His business was struggling.

I asked him to come see me the next day and assured him I would do whatever I could to help. I gave him my address.

The wedding itself was a huge success. People came from far and wide to celebrate with us including my former master, who congratulated me and encouraged me to keep striving.

Both our families gave us their full blessings, standing firmly behind us. We received generous gifts and cash more than enough to comfortably start our new life together.

Eventually, the celebrations came to an end.

Now, there was a young boy I had taken in as my apprentice. He was from the village, related to me, and had lost his father at a young age. I felt responsible for him.

His name was Chidi, and he was about 17 years old.

During the wedding preparations and even while my wife and I went on our honeymoon, Chidi proved himself to be trustworthy and hardworking. Alongside four other apprentices, he helped manage my shops, keeping proper records of sales and daily activities.

A few days after the wedding, Buchi visited me again, as planned.

My wife prepared a delicious meal for us, and after we ate, we got down to serious discussion.

We talked at length about politics, bad governance, the rising insecurity, and the countless innocent lives being lost daily.

Eventually, we spoke about business.

He told me his shops were located in the next town, but he was struggling to restock goods due to unstable market prices. Sales were low, and profits were even worse.

He said he needed a significant amount of money to get back on his feet, but the banks had refused to assist him.

“So how much are you looking at?” I asked.

“If I can get about five million naira, it would really help me,” he replied.

I knew that amount was almost everything I had at hand.

Still, I told him I would lend it to him.

He left, hopeful that I would send the money soon.

The next day, I went to the bank and transferred the full amount to his account. He was deeply grateful and promised to repay me within six months.

I told him not to worry that we were friends.

Six months later, he came back with troubling news.

He claimed he had been duped by some men. He pleaded with me not to worry and assured me he would still repay the money.

I agreed.

By then, my wife was three months pregnant.

I was overjoyed—filled with excitement at the thought of becoming a father.

But little did I know…

Behind the scenes, my friend was already planning something evil against me.

To Be Continued…

My Evil Friend. Episode 1

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HE SL££PS WITH HIS MOTHER EVERY NIGHT BECAUSE OF WHAT HIS FATHER DID

As David entered his mother's room, he pulled down his trousers and dropped his mar!ju@na. His mother begged him to stop and reminded him that she was his mother, but David didn't listen.

He overpowered his mother despite her pleas and pinned her down.

David said he had no option and believed his mother would understand. David said he was sl££ping with his own mother to protect the family's legacy. You will be the judge after watching this and tell me if David's mother deserved it.

In Lagos, there are many rich people's groups. Some are for the purpose of connection, so they can have their class of men bringing them enough money when they have an occasion.

Some are simply rit¥, and this is what the Brotherhood family stands for. It is a group that Mr. Ezedi belongs to.

Everyone knew Mr. Ezedi the rich. He was very popular. He was so popular that he had a say in who wins an election.

This was because of his monetary influence, as people tend to give attention to who has enough money to spend, and Mr. Ezedi had and spent a lot of it.

One thing about Mr. Ezedi is that his source of wealth is a mystery. His wife, Lovelyn, married him even when she knew that his source of wealth was questionable.

She never wanted to think about where her husband got his money from. She’d never question him.

Despite being an Igbo man, Ezedi had a mind of his own. He ignored the Igbo saying that a house built on bl⁰0d will crumble in shame.

Mr. Ezedi ignored this wisdom. The couple was blessed with three children.

One day, there was a party at Mr. Ezedi's house. Partying in his house was a constant occurrence.

He titled the celebration "Celebration of Life," even when it wasn't his birthday. Just like that.

A lot of people attended. His Brotherhood family came. They were about ten in number.

They entered the compound in a convoy. All of them put on white caftans and red caps.

They held a staff whose head was carved like a p¥thon's head.

It is in moments like this that Mrs. Lovelyn would start showing off. Some of her friends were in attendance, and because she was the one among them that had the richest husband, she always spoke with a sense of arrogance.

"See them, see my husband's friends now. Money is good. Whoever says money is not good is a sadist."

Her friends, who always tried to make her feel important so they could stay in her circle, always fanned her ego.

Mrs. Ijeoma was the first to speak. "My friend, you can say that again. Your husband is a real man, the number one that we all know. Please, whoever says money is not good should be slapped on the lips." She laughed while the other women joined her laughter.

Despite her sense of importance, Mrs. Lovelyn did not go to where the Brotherhood was seated.

They were usually highly respected. Her husband sat with them. The important part of the occasion eventually arrived, which was the spraying of money.

It was then that Mrs. Lovelyn went to dance with her husband.

The Brotherhood began to spray them with money. They were spraying different currencies: dollars, pounds, euros, and naira.

There was money everywhere, and some of it was even flying in the air. Some guests would quickly pick up any money that lay close to them.

After that big occasion that had no real definition, some young ladies were brought in a car.

Mrs. Lovelyn always saw young ladies, about two to three, being brought into their mansion. She never asked what they came to do, and she had never seen them leave.

That particular day, the Brotherhood followed those ladies to the sacred room that Mrs. Lovelyn had never been in during her 16 years of marriage to her husband.

As she followed the girls with her eyes into the room, her husband looked at her, narrowing his eyes to warn her against looking. Mrs. Lovelyn quickly went into her own room.

In her room, she brought out her phone to check through things she could order on Instagram. She began to order gold jewelry, shoes, and bags.

She ordered these things despite having so many of them already. Meanwhile, in the secret room, a great s1n was being committed against huma

The girls that were brought, who had simply been lured with money by the Brotherhood members with promises of being taken to Dubai for a holiday, were actually meant for the renewal of Mr. Ezedi's money r1tu@l.

This was who they were. They were all r!tu@l!sts. The party was simply a celebration of his 20 years in the demonic society, and now he had brought in girls to renew his contract with the D£v!l.

The girls, before they knew what was happening, were quickly touched with a charm, making them numb.

They looked on without any strength to react as one of the Brotherhood members drove a d@gg£r into one's neck, collected her bl0⁰d in a cup, and poured it on the carved deity that was sitting at a corner of the room. He repeated this for the other girl too.

When it was all done, the Brotherhood members began to sing a celebration song. "Congratulations to us," each of them said to Mr. Ezedi as they shook his hand.

As they left, they took the girls' bodies to be disp0s£d of, but Mr. Feyi stayed behind. Mr. Feyi was the one that introduced Mr. Ezedi to the Brotherhood Society. They had been friends for long.

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THE MERMAID PROMISED HER BEAUTY AND WEALTH, BUT SHE DIDN'T KNOW THE PRICE WOULD BE HER SÓUL.. PART 1

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In the village of Umuoke, a girl’s hair is not just hair, it is her pride, her beauty, and the only thing people look at before they decide if she is worth anything at all, and from the time a child is born, the elders already begin to watch how her hair grows, how thick it becomes, and how long it falls down her back like a flowing black cloth. The women sit outside in the evenings and comb their daughters’ hair with care, singing soft songs and telling stories, while the men pass by and nod in approval, as if that hair alone is enough to promise a good future, a good husband, and a good life. In that same village, where beauty is measured strand by strand, a girl without hair is seen as nothing, and people do not hide their thoughts, they speak it loudly, they laugh, and they point, as if shame is something to be shared like food. This is how Obianuju came to be known, not by her name, but by what she lacked, and many had even forgotten that once, she was simply called Uju.

Uju was not always like this, and there was a time when her hair was the pride of her mother and the envy of other girls, thick and dark and full, always shining under the sun as she ran through the open fields with laughter that made people turn and smile. Her mother, Olaedo, used to sit behind her every morning, parting her hair slowly, braiding it with care, and smiling to herself as if she had done something right in this world, something she could hold on to even when everything else felt uncertain. The other women would often stop and look, asking what oil she used or what secret she kept, and Olaedo would laugh and say it was nothing but good care and a little blessing from God, though deep inside, she knew her daughter’s beauty was one of the few things that made life feel kind to her. Those days were simple and full of light, and Uju never thought about what it meant to lose something that felt like it would always be there.

The illness came without warning, like something that had been waiting quietly and then decided it was time to show itself, and at first, it was just small strands of hair that fell off when Olaedo combed it, nothing too serious, nothing that could not be ignored for a few days. But days turned into weeks, and the strands became handfuls, and soon, Uju would wake up to see her pillow covered in her own hair, as if it was leaving her one piece at a time, and no matter how much oil they used or how many herbs they tried, nothing stopped it. The village healer came and looked at her with eyes that did not explain anything, only shaking his head slowly and saying it was not a sickness he understood, and that made people more afraid than before, because anything that cannot be explained is often called something evíl. Soon, whispers began, and people started to avoid her, not wanting to sit too close or touch her, as if her condition could jump from her body to theirs without warning.

By the time the last strand fell, Uju could no longer recognize the girl she saw when she looked at her reflection in a bowl of water, and the silence around her became louder than any ínsult, because even children who once played with her now stood at a distance and stared as if she had turned into something else. The name Obianuju began as a joke from some boys who passed by one afternoon, calling her “the one who brings shàme,” and though they laughed as they said it, the name stayed, growing stronger each time it was repeated, until even adults used it without thinking twice. Uju tried to hold on to her old self, but it is hard to remember who you are when the whole world keeps telling you that you are something else, and little by little, she stopped correcting them, stopped speaking her name, and simply answered when they called her Obianuju. In that village, names can change faster than truth, and once a name sticks, it becomes a story people believe without question.

Olaedo watched all of this with a quiet pain that she carried alone, because she had already lost too much in her life to begin fighting another battle she did not understand, and sometimes, she would sit outside at night, looking up at the dark sky and asking questions that no one answered. Her husband had died years ago, not from age or war, but from a strange sickness that had taken his strength little by little until he could no longer stand, and the same people who now whispered about her daughter had once whispered about him too. They said his illness was not ordinary, that something had followed him from the river one evening when he stayed out too late, and though Olaedo had tried to ignore such talk, it was hard not to remember it now that her daughter was sufféring in a way that felt just as strange and just as cruél. Being a widow in Umuoke already meant carrying a weight that never left your shoulders, but being a widow with a child marked by something unknown made that weight even heavier, and there were days she felt like the ground itself was pushing her away.

Still, Olaedo did not give up on her daughter, even when others had already decided there was nothing left to hope for, and every morning, she would clean Uju’s head gently, rubbing oil on the bare skin as if the hair would grow back if she just believed enough. She spoke to her in soft but steady words, reminding her that she was still her child, still the same girl she had carried and loved, even if the world refused to see it that way. But love, no matter how strong, does not always change what people think, and outside their small hut, the laughter continued, and the name Obianuju followed Uju like a shadow she could not escape. And so, in a village where beauty is everything, a girl without hair began to learn what it truly means to be invisible, even when everyone is looking at you.

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My Wicked Aunty Sent Me To The Forbidden River At Night But What Happened There Changed My Life Forever....

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My name is Michael Chinonye. I am 9 years old.

I used to live with my parents… until one day everything changed.

We were travelling to the village during the Christmas period to celebrate the birth of our Lord Jesus Christ. My mother was pregnant with my baby sister.

Then suddenly a speeding truck crashed into our car.

The impact crushed part of the vehicle before sending it into a violent somersault.

I screamed along with my parents as we were thrown around, broken parts of the car and sharp glass raining down on us.

We were flung a great distance before the car finally landed, one side completely destroyed.
My dad was somehow still alive though unconscious, but he was heavily bleeding.

My mom… had already passed out, stone still.

And somehow… I was the only one without a single injury.

I screamed for help.
People gathered and rushed us to the hospital.

That was where the doctor confirmed the death of my mother… and the unborn child.

My father was taken straight to the ICU.

Luckily, I knew my dad’s phone password, so they were able to contact our relatives.

My father had only one brother Mr. Johnson.
He was a kind businessman, married but without children.

When he was contacted, he dropped everything and rushed to the hospital.

After speaking with the doctor, he took me to his house, promising to keep checking on my father.

At his house, I was warmly welcomed by his wife.
She comforted me and tried her best to make me feel safe.

Even then, I still had a bad feeling about my father.

A few days later…
He was confirmed dead.

A date was fixed for their burial.
At first, I didn’t fully understand when they told me my parents had gone to heaven…

But days passed.
And they never came back.
That was when it truly hit me.

I became quiet… withdrawn… and lost my appetite.

But with time, and with the care of my uncle and aunty, I slowly began to feel alive again.

We started living like a real family. I became the child they never had.

They treated me with love and kindness.

Everything felt perfect…
Until the day my aunty’s friend came to visit.

The moment she saw how close I was to my aunty, her expression changed.
When I went out to buy something,She began to speak.

“Very soon, your husband will become more attached to that child’s future. Even if you give birth later, your own child will have to compete with him. I don't like you are treating that boy”

My aunty shook her head.
“Stop saying that. His parents are no more. I can’t abandon him. God will bless me with my own child, and they will grow together."

But her friend wasn’t done.
“Forget that. Some of these children bring bad luck. Some are even witches.”

My heart skipped as i heard that as i came inside, standing behind the door
I didn’t understand everything… but I knew it wasn’t good.

“Take my cousin, for example. She raised someone else’s child, and the boy never appreciated her.”

She continued.
“Or Chika, our classmate. The child she took in turned out to be possessed. It was eating up her babies before they were born ”

She kept talking, Poisoning the air ,Planting evils seeds.

By the time she left…
Something had changed.
My aunty no longer looked at me the same way

And from that very day…
My life was never the same again.

TBC....
Story Title: Daughters of Jezebel And The Mysterious Boy

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After She Dumped Me On Her Graduation Day, The Girl I Trained In School Invited Me To Her Wedding As Her DJ But I Am Planning My Sweet Revenge.

A day before the wedding, She called me to check if i had put everything in place pending her wedding.

I had already been informed about the location beforehand so I told her everything was in place that i would even start bringing my disco equipments to the location tomorrow.

She responded satisfied.

Then she proceeded to call my sister to check on her progress with the wedding clothes.

My sister told her that that she was done with it. It remained only an embroidery design on the main gown which she would finish before morning.

She even sent her an image of the dress which she loved because my sister was a seasoned and experienced tailor though she sounded a little bit disappointed it was taking time.

She finally instructed my sister to make sure she delivers the clothes the next day before 11am which was the time set for the event.

My sister agreed and assured her that it would be ready by early morning.

Then she hung up the call.

My sister smiled after the call.

By evening my friend Chidi helped me take my equipments to the avenue which was a large hotel.

He already knew what i planned to do though he told me that it was ridiculous that I should abandon the plan but i wouldn't listen as the stubborn head i was.

After that we went home and that night first night i slept peacefully since the Heartbreak i sustained.

I slept thinking about what would be the look on her face when she realises what will happen to her.

The next day,i woke up early,brushed my teeth and prepared for the occasion dressed in my best suit.

My shop would be closed for today even though they were some machines and gadgets with electrical faults packed in it.

After i finished preparing,i started my bike and drove to the avenue.

When I arrived no one was yet there as it was still early morning.

I quickly arranged the equipments and connected them and soon loud but soft music was booming.

I connected the various LED screens to show the things happening on stage to people from farther places.

Meanwhile Helen has been calling my sister nonstop to bring the gown but her line was unreachable.

She kept calling her but couldn't get her line.

When she couldn't get her line, she visited my sister in her house but met only a closed door with no one in it.

After a barrage of knocks, she gave up and left.

Meanwhile, my sister had already gone to a picnic with her family fully knowing that Helen would come for her.

Her neighbour who has witnessed the knocks called my sister.

My sister has purchased a new sim for this purpose,so the number Helen was dialing was the one she removed from her phone and inserted the new one in place.

After the neighbor described the person who was looking for her, my sister smiled satisfied.

She told her not to approach the visitor as she herself was busy and was in no condition to come home.

Then she hung the call.

Meanwhile Helen has broken down, frustrated at the sudden turn of events.

If she knew, She would have purchased another gown in anticipation.

And time was fast going, soon it would be 11am.

After thinking of what to do, she went to a local boutique and purchased the most expensive gown there and from there, she proceeded to the wedding avenue.

After i noticed some people were beginning to come one by one i connected my phone to the LED screens and began to show an intimate video of me and her on it.

People who saw it began to murmur, snapping their fingers in pity.

"What's this?"

"It seems this wedding will not longer hold"

"So she's cheating on her man"

I listened to this comments with satisfaction.

It was in this state that Helen came.

As she looked at the LED screens she caught the visuals and was instantly glued to the ground.

The man with her asked her what was wrong.

Rather than reply, she broke down in tears frustrated at the whole thing.

I was in my corner amused by her reaction.

After sobbing for a while, she approached me at the DJ stand.

TBC....

Story Title: Revenge On My Ex — Episode 4

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