Nigerianpidgin Stories

Jane, a seventeen-year-old Nigerian girl, found herself in the role of a househelp, serving a woman who harbored deep animosity towards her. Despite her young age and being in SS2 (the equivalent of 11th grade in the US ) Jane navigated her daily life with resilience and determination. One fateful day, an unexpected encounter led Jane to make a profound decision-to give her life to Christ. This newfound faith became her anchor in the stormy seas of her difficult circumstances. Fortune smiled upon Jane when her aunt's kinder sister decided to live nearby and took Jane under her wing, showering her with love and care as if she were her own daughter. This transition from a hostile environment to one filled with compassion brought a glimmer of hope into Jane's life. However, the semblance of stability shattered when Jane's parents paid a visit to her new aunt's house. Amidst a tumultuous encounter, Jane's father dropped a bombshell-he was marrying her new aunt, sending shockwaves of confusion and distress through Jane's already fragile world. As time passed, the once-promising future Jane envisioned began to crumble before her eyes. Her life, once filled with hope, now felt like it was spiraling out of control. One day, while at school, Jane experienced an eerie sensation, reminiscent of the life-changing moment she encountered before. This time, surrounded by friends, she found herself embroiled in a spiritual battle, as unseen forces clashed in the depths of her soul. THIS IS THE FIRST SERIES

Kate...... You're my secret threshold. No one dares touch or even flip through her elegant pages. A Nigerian themed story. Follow Ajao Damillola as she scales through life, family, High School, academics, crush, friends and rivals. ✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪ "Of course! Why buy what you won't use?" She chewed her doughnut. "Meaning?!" I blinked before releasing the bomb. "Your having sex with your Dad?" I stated. Our eyes met, God knows how long we stared at each other. "How long did it take you to come up with that?" She raised her brow. "Why do you ask?" I tried to hide my shock. How does she know, I knew? Maybe, same way Des knew. "I don't know, maybe I happen to read two pages of your journal." She smirked. "What?!" I stood up. "How could you?" I screamed. Ranking 〽️ #1-- Waec (11/09/20) #23-- Clique (6/12/20) #58-- puppylove (6/12/20)

I don't think I can ever truly feel at ease anywhere on earth as long as I would be left alone with my mind. Is it possible? Can I escape this torturous loop if I attempt to do so manually? I remember what grandpapa used to tell me about time. He often said "People would wait for when time would tell because they are scared to find out. Those who aren't scared," he'd said "would ask time by themself what it has to say but only if they can handle it. If they feel they can take it they can always ask and time will always at their bid and at any moment, answer." Just like grandpapa said. If I have the guts to ask, time would tell at my bid but now that I do I wish I never knew, what time told.