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by Agomoh Amarachukwu Sophia
On a stormy Friday evening in Lagos, Tunde, a 28-year-old commercial bus conductor, boards the last bus heading toward Ikorodu after another exhausting day. Burdened by unpaid rent, his mother's hospital bills, and the responsibility of caring for his younger siblings, he wonders how much longer he can survive. As passengers hurriedly disembark at the final stop, Tunde notices a black leather bag tucked beneath one of the seats. Curious, he opens it and is stunned to find millions of naira in neatly bundled cash, along with documents revealing that the money is intended for an emergency surgery for a little girl suffering from a life-threatening heart condition. For the first time in his life, Tunde holds enough money to solve every problem he has ever faced. No one saw him pick up the bag. No one would suspect him. The night becomes a battle between desperation and conscience. Friends encourage him to keep the money, insisting that fate has finally smiled on him. But every time he imagines spending it, he remembers the face of a child whose life depends on that bag reaching its rightful owner. Determined to do the right thing, Tunde embarks on a frantic search across Lagos before the surgery deadline expires. Along the way, he encounters dishonest people eager to exploit him, unexpected allies who restore his faith in humanity, and difficult choices that test his integrity. When he finally reunites the family with the missing money, he expects nothing in return. Instead, his honesty captures national attention, opening doors to opportunities he never imagined.
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This is deeply moving and unforgettable. It shows the struggles of countless women who quietly lose themselves while building everyone else's lives.
by Oselumehse Beckley
"Why don't you tell your children what you were doing when you travelled to Bayelsa for business" Nma shouted as she dropped the kitchen knife and wiped her hands on her wrapper "Tell them how you squandered all the family's money on women and drinks" She continued, "Or you don't want to tell them? Then let me tell them" She turned to her children, three sat at the dining table and the first stood before her. But before she could continue she glanced at her last born and paused, she couldn't bring herself to continue because of the tears streaming down her child's eyes. Chidera was her last born and only girl but she rarely cried, she was always so happy, some said she carried the joy of the whole family. But for the first time in a long while she was in tears. This was not how she hoped her children found out, she hoped they never found out. She wanted to bear the pain of her broken marriage by herself and give her children the illusion of a perfect family, but they are grown now. Chidera was eighteen years old now, they weren't babies anymore. Nma paused to think about her life, when did it all go wrong? She was in her twenty-fourth year of marriage, marriage she entered purely for her survival but it turned out to be after her survival. She thought about her husband's family, She thought about her own family, She thought about her children, She thought about her church, She was always thinking about one person or the other. But for the first time since she was born, she paused to think about herself. Then she realized that she has never thought about just herself before and that was going to change now.
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This is deeply moving and unforgettable. It shows the struggles of countless women who quietly lose themselves while building everyone else's lives.
by Oselumehse Beckley
"Why don't you tell your children what you were doing when you travelled to Bayelsa for business" Nma shouted as she dropped the kitchen knife and wiped her hands on her wrapper "Tell them how you squandered all the family's money on women and drinks" She continued, "Or you don't want to tell them? Then let me tell them" She turned to her children, three sat at the dining table and the first stood before her. But before she could continue she glanced at her last born and paused, she couldn't bring herself to continue because of the tears streaming down her child's eyes. Chidera was her last born and only girl but she rarely cried, she was always so happy, some said she carried the joy of the whole family. But for the first time in a long while she was in tears. This was not how she hoped her children found out, she hoped they never found out. She wanted to bear the pain of her broken marriage by herself and give her children the illusion of a perfect family, but they are grown now. Chidera was eighteen years old now, they weren't babies anymore. Nma paused to think about her life, when did it all go wrong? She was in her twenty-fourth year of marriage, marriage she entered purely for her survival but it turned out to be after her survival. She thought about her husband's family, She thought about her own family, She thought about her children, She thought about her church, She was always thinking about one person or the other. But for the first time since she was born, she paused to think about herself. Then she realized that she has never thought about just herself before and that was going to change now.
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by Oselumehse Beckley
"Why don't you tell your children what you were doing when you travelled to Bayelsa for business" Nma shouted as she dropped the kitchen knife and wiped her hands on her wrapper "Tell them how you squandered all the family's money on women and drinks" She continued, "Or you don't want to tell them? Then let me tell them" She turned to her children, three sat at the dining table and the first stood before her. But before she could continue she glanced at her last born and paused, she couldn't bring herself to continue because of the tears streaming down her child's eyes. Chidera was her last born and only girl but she rarely cried, she was always so happy, some said she carried the joy of the whole family. But for the first time in a long while she was in tears. This was not how she hoped her children found out, she hoped they never found out. She wanted to bear the pain of her broken marriage by herself and give her children the illusion of a perfect family, but they are grown now. Chidera was eighteen years old now, they weren't babies anymore. Nma paused to think about her life, when did it all go wrong? She was in her twenty-fourth year of marriage, marriage she entered purely for her survival but it turned out to be after her survival. She thought about her husband's family, She thought about her own family, She thought about her children, She thought about her church, She was always thinking about one person or the other. But for the first time since she was born, she paused to think about herself. Then she realized that she has never thought about just herself before and that was going to change now.
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by Weirdo 馃挋馃挋
Unpredictable Mustafa Judging by how hard the Country is and even worse for young promising youths like him, Tall Dark and Handsome Mustafa with a bad character or that's what they say and a voice, hot like fire, a broke street guy with only his talents, On his Journey to fame, It's either His Body or His Money It did sound simple until Death came knocking, with no bounds and no excuses, that door has to be opened. This time around he had only one choice and now, it's either he lets his Brains do the thinking or his Heart. Will Mustafa overcome his obstacles and achieve his one and Only dream? Or will his decision ruin everything for him and even his life? Zara Okonkwo 25 Years old, A First Class theatre Arts Graduate, Rumours Spread; "she was only in school for fun, after all, she already has everything". Only child of her late Mother and Her Father, she was a Rich spoiled Brat With no dreams, She just wants to enjoy life as best as she could, Her Best Quote "Life is too short". What happens When Zara's World Collide with Mustafa, and in his worst Moment. Will it be a curse or a blessing in disguise?
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Thank you so much 馃ズ
by Agomoh Amarachukwu Sophia
Hunger...poverty... underdevelopment... Words that are always associated with Africa, have we ever聽 wondered why that is the case? Why are we associated with such words when there's a lot more to us; our history and heritage, our cultures and our languages. We can't ignore the fact that we indeed have our own vices, but why should the vices be glorified when there are a plethora of beautiful things about us? "Don't you think you'll bore the class with this?" Chinaemerem asked as she turned the pages of my paper. "You think so?" I asked, "Yeah, I'm bored already and you're just midway your first page. No offense Ify, but could you make it more interesting?. Maybe add some personal experience to brighten it up. If you have no personal experience you can always ask someone around" Chinaemerem suggested "that's a brilliant idea, thank you so much Emerem. I think I'll do that instead" I won't bore you with a lecture on how we could be better as a people.聽 I mean, if we could solve hunger and poverty it would not exist but nobody knows how to, not even the greatest minds. So why spend the little time we have glorifying our impediments, when we can revere our cultures and experiences? My name is Ifeanyichukwu Adeduni Agu, I am an igbo girl from Nigeria, a country in West Africa. And this is one of my experiences. "Now this is perfect, continue" she said sitting back.
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