Author: Mariam

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The moment I heard the words “the accused has been found guilty as charged” my heart went into a rampage, my mother and the Minister of Women Affairs with some other people in the court who I don’t know started rejoicing but I just sat there shaking like a leaf in the wind. I looked over at Mr. Adesiji expecting him to curse me with his eyes and to my very shock; he mouthed the words “I’m Sorry”.

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Rebecca was indeed happy about the new development, not Ene’s death but the news that Bishop Chukwu’s murder case was going to be left open; it wasn’t a case she could let go off unsolved. To her it was a break or make case and whether it was going to make or break her; she didn’t know just yet.

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“Ten naira” Biola interrupted Bright’s Lawyer. The room became abruptly quiet “ten naira, that is what this company is worth and that is what you will accept” the words from her mouth were like the deadliest venom; Chief had never been more angry, pained and dramatic while Bright sat down smiling at the events taking place before him

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Things like “Am I ever going to achieve my goals and ambitions in life?” “I hate my job” or “I’ll never be good enough to get a very good hosting job” or things about your marital status and don’t even get me started on that. The pressure to get married at my age is insane and I am not even up to thirty years old yet; so I can’t imagine what unmarried women in their thirties are going through.

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“We can buy her a book, a diary… she said she needed a book to record her thoughts” Salim responded “she told you that?” Amin asked; he believed that he was the Biola expert in the house so he was surprised that Salim knew that she needed a book and he didn’t know. Besides he had secretly gotten her something, a beautiful pair of pearl earrings and he couldn’t wait to get home and give them to her.

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He walked closer to the lake water and shot himself in the thigh then threw the gun and the knife in the water. He laid down on the floor screaming for help; screaming like a man attacked, like a man who had just lost his wife, his love. Screaming like a man who had just lost everything.

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E no be by force o. if the thing dey worry you too much and you don dey see say if you no commot, you go kill person; then e better make you commot. How you go kill you wife or your husband? Person wey you don vow to love until the day you go die

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My brother, the thing wey dey pain me for all these politicians and journalist wey sabi talk well well; be say dem sabi talk according to their own selfish gain. If Femi Adesina no dey gain anything for this Buhari government, en for no talk the nonsense wey he talk now

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One of the toughest things I’ve ever had to do in my life was sit in the same car with the minister of women affairs and pretend to be a sane person; when in fact I had gone partially insane. I looked at the twitter profile of the person who posted about Abdul’s engagement and it was someone I didn’t know. I began to ponder and wonder how that person ended up on my timeline; because it was neither a retweet

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Abel sat his living room watching his wife Ene carefully, she was setting the dinner table and getting the house ready for guests. They were expecting guests that evening, the remaining elders of the church were meeting with Abel to discuss and come up with ways to appease Rita.

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