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Parts 13
Time 1h 16m

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Everywhere was dark, midnight black. She stood up from the ground slowly and turned around to see if she could feel or touch anything.

She noticed a light that began to shine from a far. She raised her arms to block her eyes from the rays of the light. She walked slowly and forcefully towards the light, wondering why she was weak all of a sudden.

She got to the light and as she touched it, she felt like she was grabbed into another dimension or maybe she was indeed somewhere else other than the ordinary.

Where am i? Where is this place? These questions began to race her mind as she looked around to see herself in a place that looked like a room divided into three with clothing; Red, Black and White.

Cowries, statues of scary figures, wooden objects, calabashes of red, black and white layed around in the area. A burning fire was in the centre. Chains of red, black and white hanged from the ceiling she thought, until she looked up to see the sky.

The shock got a grip of her as she almost tripped into the fire but felt held by something but she couldn't see it. What was going on? She moved away from the fire and then it caught her attention.

It was a gold throne, covered in pieces of red, black and white clothing. It had a black eagle statue on the top of the throne. A gold staff was next to it. She felt drawn to it and as she approached, the desire to sit on it grew.

As she sat on it and held the staff, she started to hear wind blow around and suddenly birds began to appear. She was vultures, eagles and owls and then they all changed to grown women and a few young ladies and girls.

She was shocked by this and then they all bowed. They were bowing to her saying some words she couldn't quite understand. But she noticed one thing, it was Yoruba they were speaking.

An elderly woman rose and said " Iya wa, you are welcome. Adunni, ka bo". Why was she called iya? Who were these people and how did they know her name?






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Hard Man by adetayo_first

Although no one knew it, Desire was struggling. It was highly unbelievable because as a top worker in one of Lagos' most exclusive and influential night clubs, she was making close to twenty thousand naira per night. All her other friends were living large, and building houses, so why couldn't she? Her father had died five years ago, leaving them drowning in a sea of debt. Her mother was sick, and couldn't do anything, so from an early age Desire had had to wear the mantle of responsibility. A twenty six million naira debt was on her neck, and for five years, Desire had consistently been paying it off; while simultaneously keeping a roof over her mother's head, and saving up money for school. Salvation came at last; but in form of the hardest, most handsome man she had ever laid eyes upon? General Babalola Halal. He was offering five million Naira for a whole month of exclusive sex. Pure, undiluted gratification. It was her job, and this offer was coming on a platter of gold. Even more tempting was the fact that it was the exact amount needed to be free of her father's debt. Completely. But he was hard, and demanding, and excruciatingly virile. Accepting this posed a risk far greater than millions. The stark reality of losing everything she stood for, and gaining nothing in return because a man like this never gave anything of himself. He was rich, five million Naira meant nothing to him. But she knew what she was getting into, she knew how addictive his touch was, and how hard it was to stay sane around him. Could she do this? Was losing her sanity a price she was willing to pay?

Roses and Thorns. by realebethe

He tightly grabs me by my waist and he holds me in place while I still continue to get captivated by whatever it is that is happening here. "Tell me what you see." He commands in a voice that sounds so beautifully smooth and pleasant to listen to. My words are choked up and I can't even begin to explain what lies in those eyes of his. Something about his presence is reeling me in, pulling me more soulfully closer to him, something that i am not even sure is possible but I feel this connection to him, this ancient ancient connection, like I had seen him before, like I had known him for a long time, a life time. And the way he's holding me !!! He feels familiar and yet I don't even know who this man is and it would be crazy if I told him that I've seen a Storm in his eyes, a storm that I had never seen anything like it in my life. It was beautiful and enchanting. Everything that he Is at the moment. "Nothing... I didn't see anything." I lie, as my mind fully gets back to me again, and the storm finally dissappears. He let's go of me and i move to stand on my own. He looks at the features all over my face before he furrows his thick brows, in concern while he continues to stand awfully close to me and gosh he smells so good. A huge strike of lightning echoes outside before immediate rain starts pouring outside. I could have sworn that there was a zero percent chance of rainfall tonight, it was clear and there were no clouds insight, the ocean below the balcony starts to get angry too as the waves get aggressive and the moon looks as vibrant as ever right now. We both look outside before we look at each other again. "Are you sure that you saw nothing ?" He asks and I nod my head at him. "Nothing..."

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Survival Of The Cursed by Madinah_Writes

To survive an endless curse cast upon the earth by the gods, humans sought freedom and revenge upon those who were closest to them- the Giants. Attacking with powerful sleep spells, the situation left them with only 24 hours of escape. Celebrating the tenth millennia since giants started ruling Oyo-Ile, Asalewa Ayodeji, one of the thousand enslaved individuals from Ondo cursed with misfortune, puts her escape plan into action. Meanwhile, dwarfs ascend from the spirit world to find and elude the twin golden eggs, which hold over a thousand powers and spells. Nevertheless, Asa encounters an army of Ninki-Nanka; creatures who will leave nothing and no one standing until they possess the twin golden eggs. Could she make her dream of freedom a reality by joining the northerners and exploring a more liberated world? How far would Asa and the others go to protect the twin golden eggs? Could this be the end of humankind? Cover credit: Meha-k #1 in MythandLegend (07.07.2023) COPYRIGHT ©2022

Choke point by Essien_Eno

~~~ Teasers ~~~ "What are we going to do now?" Everyone turned towards her, the same fear that was in her eyes was also in theirs. "Who's going to die next?" "Kaluku (Anyone) should just bekaiful with the question they're asking cause I as I am bayii, I can kill someone. Irú èwo Iboro oshi niyẹn? Ibeere radarada (What kind of stupid question is that?). It's your mother that will die next" Fisayo snapped pointing fingers at her. "Haba! There's no need for vayolence, madam be calming down" "Kaluku ki ọ pa enu re mo, ti ọ ba fẹ kí ayé rẹ ki ọ run (Some people should shut up If they don't want their lives to get ruined) , shut up before I do weré for you. As I am right now, my head is not correct, my sanity is gone. I can shuk (stab) somebody to death so nobody should even dasi (interfer)." "Ki la ma se ni si yii, (What are we going to do now?) You guys are not answering" "Ma lo ọbẹ fi gun ọ (I'll stab you with a knife) and I will fucking throw your fucking body in a fucking canal. Then we'll know the person that has died next, oshisko" All eyes turned towards Amazing who was sitting quietly at the corner. "Amazing say something, what are we going to do. What are we going to do?" "What do you want me to say?" "Something...... Anything" ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~ Eight ladies in their prime search for the perfect love and happiness experience. No matter what they do, nothing can make their lives any better, it almost feels like they are all cursed . Is it even a curse or it's self caused? 35 years old AmazingGrace, swims against the tide using her faith race, hoping for love and happiness even in the midst of the chaos; against all odds and craziness and a freaking ten percent choking chance! Can she get out of it, will she ever overcome the madness? Dive in guys!!! It's going to be fun!!🤸💃

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Hard Man

Although no one knew it, Desire was struggling. It was highly unbelievable because as a top worker in one of Lagos' most exclusive and influential night clubs, she was making close to twenty thousand naira per night. All her other friends were living large, and building houses, so why couldn't she? Her father had died five years ago, leaving them drowning in a sea of debt. Her mother was sick, and couldn't do anything, so from an early age Desire had had to wear the mantle of responsibility. A twenty six million naira debt was on her neck, and for five years, Desire had consistently been paying it off; while simultaneously keeping a roof over her mother's head, and saving up money for school. Salvation came at last; but in form of the hardest, most handsome man she had ever laid eyes upon? General Babalola Halal. He was offering five million Naira for a whole month of exclusive sex. Pure, undiluted gratification. It was her job, and this offer was coming on a platter of gold. Even more tempting was the fact that it was the exact amount needed to be free of her father's debt. Completely. But he was hard, and demanding, and excruciatingly virile. Accepting this posed a risk far greater than millions. The stark reality of losing everything she stood for, and gaining nothing in return because a man like this never gave anything of himself. He was rich, five million Naira meant nothing to him. But she knew what she was getting into, she knew how addictive his touch was, and how hard it was to stay sane around him. Could she do this? Was losing her sanity a price she was willing to pay?