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The attention of the men returned when Pa Uta continued, “The children of the night took one of our own, Ginika, the son of Jide and Ngozi, of the tribe of water mage in the Kingdom of Umudike.” “What a tragedy. That boy is a stubborn lad, but he deserves more than to die in the hands of vampires.” Pa Ikenna shook his head “He is as good as dead. Perhaps we should continue with our activities and mourn him with the others.” “What?” Bola exclaimed, and flared his glare with disbelief at Pa Ikenna who had just spoken for the first time. “Bring your voice down,” Pa Uta warned, “We don’t want the people to start poking their heads in what we are saying.” his words hanged on the air for a while b

” run, bomb I dey come,run,all of you run ” Aliyu said swiftly as Tabitha woke him up when we got to Tabitha’s car and everyone bursted into laughter, he has already slept inside the car when we got there, he was even drooling, Tabitha had to hit him hard in order to wake him up after many feeble attempt which didn’t yield any result. I know he was dreaming, maybe one that involves those heartless terrorist ( boko haram ) in it. ” you I don finish, small madam ” he finally said gathering his wit ” oga madam I don vex quataquata ,she have call me, she I con ask of you but I tell say you I go your friend’s place ” he added with his hausa pidgin English which only Tabitha and I understand but o

She was intent on having them make up my legs, and the second they were done, they had proceeded to my neck, working their fingers there. The wonders were endless. "Nia" I spun around to the doorway where that figure was, and at the sight of that profile, the joy filled my heart. She was a dazzling sight. The joy which filled her eyes was enough to be passed on to me. She had hurried forward, jaw still dropped, while she took in the sight of all that came with me. "You're a marvel to behold" The voice of mother broke out, with eyes beaming on at me, like I was just some new discovery.

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"So, you will get the opportunity to live here now" he said and she smiled broadly.She had always loved the city. Everything around reminded her of the years she had spent here. She thought about her long time friend, Madison, whom she met here in Lagos a long time ago.They had both met at school and Madison had accommodated her at their mansion here in the city. All through her days of schooling in Lagos, she had stayed with Madison's family and they had proved to be a very nice and accommodating family.But right now, Madison is out of the country and she had no other friend in the city whom she could get in touch with. What if Adrian refrians her from keeping friends? She asked.The though

Ada was not the first, there are places all over Africa where children have been tagged witches or wizards and have been subjected to death, ostracization or abandonment where they are left in the streets to die off, a few lucky ones have been fortunate to fall into the hands of people who cared while others weren’t so lucky. As Ada curled up in corner of a table in front of a closed shop that night, two men walked out from the dark corner smoking weed, they walked over to the front of the shop where Ada was hiding and they sat on a table smoking “Omo anybody wey pass here this night must drop money” Habeeb had the accent of a Lagos street thug, he was a notorious pick pocket, the other was

"Books do not put bread on the table. You are a maid. Your mother is a maid. Your grandmother was a maid. That is all you will ever be!" "I want to be a lawyer, Mamá," I said, my voice trembling. "I want to go to the university. I want to go to the United States and be someone important. I want to find a better life." "You want to find a dream that does not exist for people like us?" she sneered, pointing a bony finger at me. "You will stay here and scrub these floors until you die. Now, get back to work!"

"All in the castle we are coming together to worship our Gods at night. The soldiers and people in the castle, the Lord at the tower and savour in the jungle. Our gate was strong, our walls were thick, so smooth and high, no man could win. A foothold there, no clever trick could take us dead or quick. Only birds could have gotten in but our enemy is already with us. Boom sound and everything clash. Our Captain was brave and we were true...For what, we thought, had we to fear with our arms and provided, load on load, Battle, tire on the tire and friendly allies drawing near the Lord was killed and we surrendered. Thanks to the saviour who delivers us from slavery and make us unite." TO BE CON

Lydia stared at the slave momentarily and eventually followed the princess. "I... I... I c... can understand," the slave stuttered under his breath. The slave watches Morrigan's leaving figure. Pouch of medicinal herbs and money in hand. He bowed in the direction where Morrigan went before walking towards the opposite direction of the princess, towards the slums of the kingdom.

SHE IS AN OLD HAG—Yeye Omo, Iya Agba called her. She was so old, withered, and bent that Kudaisi feared she would drop dead anytime soon. The faded brown and red flower patterned blouse and wrapper she wore did nothing to hide her skeleton frame. She tottered on a worn-out wooden cane held tight in her right hand, leading Kudaisi and Iya Agba into her decrepit mud hut with lots of wide yawning cracks in its walls. A lantern hung on the left side of the door casting an iridescent glow about, with its wick fluttering under the soft night breeze.