Slum Stories

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐬, 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐝 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐩... 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐩'𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬... 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲...

𝙃ave you ever given thought to 𝙥opular phrases and 𝘴ayings, well, I have... 1. : A 𝐁ird in 𝐇and is worth two in the 𝘣ush: No! Not if the two in the bushes are Ostriches and you're starving to death!

"𝑮𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆!" 𝑿𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅, "𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓!" 𝑫𝒓. 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒂 𝒈𝒖𝒏 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒄𝒉! 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒅 "𝑮𝒐 𝒂𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒚!"

Wong Jack Man challenges Bruce Lee in order to get him to stop teaching Chinese martial arts to naive, unworthy Americans. To a death match inside the famous Roman Colosseum.

Joy is a mixture of defiance and raw genius, driven by the knowledge that she earned her brilliance, even if her family takes credit for her existence. She doesn't care about their approval-she wants out. Her feelings toward them are a tangled mess of resentment, pity, and occasional flickers of guilt. But mostly? Contempt. They see her as a golden ticket, but she's a warhead aimed right at them!

𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐉 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬!

They committed a crime, a crime of dwelling in the slum but in the slum, they lived comfortably so they weren't ready to leave even in the years to come. Many didn't believe that the slum which swam in an ocean of abject poverty, infrastructural decay and filth would be a better place again because a lot of things which seemed impossible had to be done. This is a story of how few of Lagos most populated slum city, Ajegunle, wanted to prove that 'living in a slum defines not who you are' but on the long run, it seemed difficult. How would they succeed especially when AJ city had produced a lot of criminals? Cover by me😪

𝑨𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑, 𝑽𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒅, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒂𝒏𝒙𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒆. 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒔𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒖𝒃 𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒏𝒓𝒚.

𝑮𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒔: 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒓! 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒅! 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓? 𝑫𝒆𝒇𝒚 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒕? 𝑫𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒏?

The four friends gazed up at the shining disc-shaped object with flashing lights, their hearts pounding with both excitement and fear. As it silently flew overhead, they knew that they were witnessing something beyond their wildest imaginations.

It went around our planet for as long as I could remember. I thought it was the moon, but I was wrong, we were all wrong.

The old house was an errie, cold place... No one remembered who lived there and nobody remembered when it had been built...

Adekunle Rofiat is a university graduate that started her own business shortly after graduation. After a series of incidents, she meets Adedeji Oluwadamilola- someone she grew up with- in a first class slum in Lagos, who didn't get the opportunity she got to be educated. What happens when the two clash? Do the circumstances surrounding their reunion cause hatred between the two?... or do they let go of their differences?

I never wanted to be a patriot. Patriots die poor. I wanted power. But power, I eventually learned, is just another kind of prison. My name is "Damien Trump," and I am the 47th President of the United States. My enemies call me "The Reaper." They're not wrong. I have harvested nations and destroyed millions of people's lives...

The Time Police work on ripples of the timeline and intervene whenever someone creates a ripple. They then race against time to fix the timeline and prevent catastrophic events from occurring. In a thrilling chase against time, the Time Police must navigate through different eras and historical events, while facing dangerous obstacles and enemies who seek to abuse the power of time travel for their own gain.

Nestled between Main Avenue and Grover Street, lied a chain-linked fence.

Jonah, awake... you are not yourself... they called, and lo! did he descend into a madness most unholy. He clawed at his skin, crying that something beneath it was not him. It was wearing him like a shroud. We bound him, aye, we bound him fast-too late did we see the truth in his blasphemous ravings.