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This is a short story written by the lovely  @Mizz_Starzz. Enjoy


This story wasn’t mine to tell. It was when I saw the name ‘Adeleye’ tattooed on a white woman’s back that I began to piece together her story. Funny how there wasn’t any sort of Ade in her given names but for some reason it juggled my memory.

It was during one of our many BBM conversations that she began telling me. First, her past poured out and I sympathized: the many cold nights, the neglect, the public indifference. What got her through it? She’d like to think it was her resilience I choose to say it was God, why? Cos I’m a believer I have blind faith. no questions asked. She talked about how she’d eaten off many dishes and I listened and sympathized some more. She ate the ones of sorrow, of lies, of wrongful accusations, with tears in my eyes I consoled her.

Next came the recent present..

At First, it reeked of love but boys will be boys.

Now all she talks about are the beatings. How she copes? She disassociates herself from the present when its happening. She goes to her ‘happy place’ and watches while it goes on. The only reminder she gets are the scars running all-over her hands and back, angry scars, stubborn scars that refuse to heal. Suffice to say long sleeves were her favourites. She’d never wear gowns, never wear backless dresses too…

Now I understood why.

It wasn’t all pain she reminded me.

She had killed a baby for him one time but he wouldn’t still give her the ring. She would then launch into the ‘Ibiza story’. The postcards from Italy; it had been peace on all sides back then

Lately her story had been filled with ‘I’s and ‘Me’s…..

Sitting on the bus I kicked and kicked myself for not noticing. I had my head so far up my own ass I couldn’t see that she was drowining! She was calling out for help, as subtly as her strict upbringing and self pride could allow her. She was asking for my help and I was too blind to see. And I paid dearly for it too. When it was my turn to pour my handful of sand on her coffin as the preacher man droned on “ashes to ashes…..”

A sudden chill descended upon me.

It was a hot July morning, most of the mourners were too hot to cry since we were all robed in black. As I looked up I could have sworn I saw her flash me a wicked smile and disappear amongst the trees.

Why ‘Adeleye’ triggered these memories I am yet to find out. This is her story. Just as she’d want it to be told, sharing her pain without revealing much.


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My mum Fowards some really cool e-mails to me. Most of them always make me reel with laughter. She sent this one yesterday. I really liked it so I decided to share with you. This is not a funny one tho. Enjoy.

A mouse looked through the crack in
>the wall to see the farmer and his wife open a package.
>”What food might this contain?” The mouse wondered –
>he was devastated to discover it was a mousetrap.
>Retreating to the farmyard, the mouse proclaimed the warning.
>”There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!”
>The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and
>said, “Mr. Mouse, I can tell this is a grave concern to you but it is of no
>consequence to me.
>I cannot be bothered by it.”
>The mouse turned to the pig and told him, “There is a mousetrap in the
>house! There is a mousetrap in the house!”
>The pig sympathized, but said,
>”I am so very sorry, Mr. Mouse, but there is nothing I can do about it but
>pray. Be assured you are in my prayers.”
>The mouse  turned to the cow and said, “There is a mousetrap in the house!
>There is a mousetrap in the house!”
>The cow said, “Wow, Mr. Mouse. I’m sorry for you, but it’s no skin off my
>So, the mouse returned to the house, head down and dejected, to face the
>farmer’s mousetrap– alone.
>That very night a sound was heard throughout the house — like the sound of
>a mousetrap catching its prey.
>The farmer’s wife rushed to see what was caught.  In the darkness, she did
>not see it was a venomous snake
>whose tail the trap had caught. The snake bit the farmer’s wife.
>The farmer rushed her to the hospital and she returned home with a fever.
>Everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup,
>so the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard for the soup’s main
>But his wife’s sickness continued, so friends and neighbors came to sit
>with her around the clock.
>To feed them, the farmer  butchered the pig. The farmer’s wife did not get
>well; she died.
>So many people came for her funeral, the farmer had the cow slaughtered to
>provide enough meat for all of them.
>The mouse looked upon it all from his crack in the wall with great sadness.
>So, the next time you hear someone is facing a problem and think it doesn’t
>concern you, remember —
>when one of us is threatened, we are all at risk.
>We are all involved in this journey called life.
>We must keep an eye out for one another and make an extra effort to
>encourage one another.


*In The ER*


We’re losing her Nurse get us some nebulised salbutamol,

STAT Where’s the oxygen concentrator,

place her on humidified 95% oxygen ASAP

we’re losing her…..!

Lets apply some cardiac pressure now !


Tinu fell in love just like any other person would. But she craved for more.

Every bit and every piece of Segun was adorable. He was an absolute adornment. He was definitely unlike the others. Her first love. Her first true man. He made lotsa stuff go wrong in her. He made Her neurons misfire, he made her intestines sing, he made her secrete tears and made her juices flow.

When the love became mutual, he proved to be unlike the others. He called more frequent, he visited regularly, he hugged more closely, he kissed more deeply, he loved more openly, he pinged repeatedly, he texted daily, and the midnight calls were always steady.

Month after month, waiting for the right cue, waiting for the full moon to set up the right mood, they made out. It started with a kiss on the cheek, then succulent kisses on the lips, on & on, till the break of dawn, they kept singing on and on till the the cock joined with the cuckoo song.

*The Attack*

It was on one sunny silk afternoon when lizards were too lazy to chase after stray roaches. When sheep looked like dazed witches ruminating on weeds and curds. When roosters ran up and down looking for a hen on heat. When weak and lethargic chicks trailed after agile hens in search of crumbs.

Segun made way solemnly on his fragile about-to-cut sandals to that single room where Tinu resided. He’d never knocked more than once since inception; it was like she was always waiting by door. But today, He knocked the second, then the third, still nothing. He placed a listening ear close to the door; he could only hear whispers, soft silent whispers. And in an instant a myriad of thoughts came reeling through his head. His first thought was promiscuity. Anger sprawled into his soul and without much thought, forcefully, he pushed the door open. And there she was, laying on the floor, trying to reach for the door with pale hands, skin all blue, breathless, all alone with a steaming pot of oil by the corner. She managed to whisper the words ‘in-ha-ler’ quietly through cyanotic lips. Segun dashed to the side drawer, rummaged for the inhaler amongst wristwatches perfumes,and make-up all sort. She managed to take some puffs and slowly, the colour returned to her face. In all the 3 years they’d been together, never for once did Segun get the cue that his love was asthmatic. The attack was triggered by the steaming oil. She wanted to fry those special plantains segun loved, but instead she almost lost her life?

*Her Black Bile*

“Its impossible. It can’t be. Not in this life time. Segun was none like the others. He would love me till the end. He said he would and till death he should”.

But such scenery which she laid eyes on; such sadness. Oh guardian of hell, forgive segun for he has sinned, such delicate truce did he break. Such sadness.

So it started like this, Tinu was going to visit as was the routine.

She took brisk steps in a hurry to see Segun, in a hurry to feed segun with some eye/mouth watering fried rice and a throat obstructing chicken. When she got to his hostel block, she took the nod of not knocking but instead coming in slowly, gently and kissing him on the forehead down by the bed where he’ll probably lay asleep.

By Jove! Segun was found moaning faced down on his bed, half naked, sweaty and breathless. jennifer on the contrary lay quietly still beneath him taking in his manhood with great pleasure.

Without much ado, she dropped the food flask, leaving behing a heavy sound at seguns doorstep. She headed back to her single room in great speed. Filled with melancholy. looking bereaved. Passers-by stared at her sad mien while they watched tears drip down her face like a stream.

The sadness became unbearable; she fell to the ground, sitting alone on that brown colored clay soil. Then all of a sudden, she felt the aura of another attack. Her inhaler was no where nearby. She turned blue, breathless, gasping for the invisible air. Passers-by watched in awe, afraid she was probably bewitched, some took to their heels. A Good Samaritan braced up the courage to take her to the district hospital. And that was where the story started

*In the ER*

Attending Nurse: (screams) EMERGENCY!

Attending Nurse 2: (places vital sign monitor,counts pulse and respiratory rate)

Attending Nurse 3: (assesses the situation runs to get oxygen concentrator)

Attending Doctor: places her on STAT nebulised salbutamol

(He screams)


Attending Nurse 3: (she arrives), places her on humidified 95% oxygen.

Attending doctor: we dont want her going hypoxic here

(screams Attending Nurse 2)

WE ARE LOSING HER….. VITAL SIGNS ARE POOR Attending Doctor: (about to apply cardiac pressure CPR)

(Segun walks in sweaty and exhausted)

Segun: No Doctor! Please be easy on the pressure, I just broke her heart.

Note: seriously now, emotional disturbances could trigger asthma attacks


Thank you for Reading..

Before you get any ideas, This story was written by another friend of mine.. Idris ( @cycatrx ).

Read his other interesting stories here


Oh! I forgot the footnotes…Google is your friend tho!

Anyway Footnotes:

1) Salbutamol is basically a drug that allows the airways to open to allow easy breathing..But Nebulised Salbutamol is used to treat severe cases of Asthma in the hospital..

2) Yóu should know what asthma is *side eye*

3) Hypoxia is the Deficiency of Oxygen in the body can be caused by many things! But in Tinu’s case, the asthma did not let  her breathe well so no oxygen intake..

Further questions can be asked in the comment box or tweeted @me  or @cycatrx…@Cycatrx preferably because he is my senior colleague by far! 🙂

This is a story written by a friend…@tinymaDAMIE (aka Cute Dami)she blogs here…Enjoy..


If I had known the tragedy that was about to happen at home that night, I would have spent the night at Tracy’s after the party but I wasn’t exactly  psychic so even though she begged and my mom allowed me to stay, I still insisted on going home. Basically because I was waiting for that call from Benjamin, he had promised to call that night and I wasn’t going to miss it. Besides, all I would have to do at Tracy’s was clean up after the party and I wasn’t interested. I explained to Tracy about Benjamin and being the boy freak that she was, she was only too happy to let me go, of course only after I promised her she’d hear the entire story the next day.
The journey back home was uneventful, there was a bit of tension between my parents but there was always tension between them, since as far back as I could remember. I used to wonder why they still stayed together. It made no sense to me but who was I to say anything? I was a stupid 13 year old, “I wasn’t wise enough”, my mum had told me many times, so I just shut up.  At  least this night, they were quiet and they weren’t shouting at each other so I wasn’t alarmed….. In fact, I was happy, and Benjamin was going to call, I was ecstatic. I couldn’t wait to get home. I kept hoping we wouldn’t get home too late and miss his call.
Immediately we got home, I grabbed my things from the car,jumped out and ran upstairs to my room. I changed into my pajamas and washed my face. I couldn’t risk having a bath and missing his call. So, I sat at my table and waited for the phone to ring.
The first sound wasn’t too loud but I knew they were arguing again. Aarrgghh ….
I heard someone go down the stairs, my dad… he was always the first to leave the room when they started. I knew what would come next and the exact time it would start: “do not walk out on me”,she’ll say, and the sound of her tiny feet running down the flight of stairs. The shouting would start now.
“Why do you want trouble tonight?”
“I don’t want trouble, Frank, I just want to know why you were looking at that slut like that at the party and embarrassing me in front of your whole family”
“She isn’t a slut, Folake”
“Oh, so now you’re even defending her. Shameless idiot,Agbaya. I should have listened to my mother when she told me not to marry a good-for-nothing Igbo man but no, I insisted on love and what did I get, a shameless husband who sleeps with everything in sk…”
The crack of a well delivered slap followed.
Aha! This was going to be a fight proper tonight sha. She’d sleep in the guestroom and wake up with big black eyes and threaten to leave him but she won’t and next week, this would happen again.
I heard my mother throw something; the flower vase on the center table, at him. Despairingly I made for the stairs . I saw him dash towards her. I closed my eyes.  I knew what would follow. Even now, I can still recite the sequence. He’d grab her hair, she’d scream, he’d punch her, twice and she’d curse him and then he’d release her, throwing her off balance, and he’d walk away, usually past me on the stairs and she’d scream curses after him… and I’d go and help her fix herself… but it didn’t happen that way that night…
Well It did, partially, up to the point where he released her. I heard her scream, but it wasn’t a curse and it was followed by silence… My eyes flew open. Something was wrong. My mother was never quiet after a beating. My eyes scanned the sitting room and there she was, on the floor… her head was against the wall, my father was beside her, holding her hand, looking into her eyes. I flew down the stairs. I was already in tears. I ran to them. I held her other hand, tried to feel for a pulse, something, anything.
“Daddy, she’s not moving!!!” I wailed.

Why wasn’t he doing anything? He was a doctor, he knew what to do. He didn’t move his eyes from her face. It was as if he was scared to face me. I knew what that meant; I wasn’t such a stupid 13 year old after all.
“Oh my God, she’s dead, daddy. You killed her. How do you feel now? ” I screamed at him.

I grabbed his shirt over her lifeless body and I shook him. I had no idea where the strength and boldness came from. I just shook him.

He still didn’t look up.

I left him and I continued wailing.

I held my mother’s lifeless body and wailed.
I heard the phone in my room ring. I looked behind me at the wall clock. It was 10:30.

Benjamin was calling but I didn’t care.

I couldn’t move.

My father had just killed my mother.


Im sure  you enjoyed it…Please share your thoughts in the comment box.


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