Injustice Stories & Experiences

I woke up this morning to my mum crying.
I could hear her sobs from our room.

I pressed my phone's power button and there it was. The reason for the sobs.

I guess the pain never really goes away. Maybe we just learn to live with it and get used to it, but it never really goes away.

For my family, every 14th November has been a very sad one for us since the last three years.
The day holds and brings nothing but bad memories for and to us.

I have come to accept all that has happened, or so I think, and I hope that the rest of my family, mum especially does same too. Even though it is a bitter pill to swallow.

Two weeks to 14th November three years ago, my big sister had returned from school and had shown us all the engagement ring on her finger.

Apparently, her boyfriend of three years popped the big question, and she said yes.

It was a happy moment for all of us.

My big sister said they'd be coming for introduction in two weeks time, so our parents swung into action making necessary preparations.

The introduction was scheduled for the 17thbof November which happened to be a Saturday. On the 14th, my sister asked me to accompany her to the city market to buy her dress for the introduction, and also to pick a few things for myself too as the bride's only sister.

We set out early in order to return he before the scorching sun would start unleashing its rage and venom on the inhabitants of the earth.

We combed the market going from a stall to another seeking for the things we needed.

Some stalls, we bought from after a little back and forth in bargaining, others we left without buying because the price didn't align, while others had us going and returning when we got worse prices elsewhere. Usual shopping behavior.

We were already leaving the market to the park when we realized we didn't buy body sprays and perfume.

My big sister told me to wait for her while she quickly rushed to get our usuals at the nearest stall.
No sooner had she left than I heard shouts of "ole! ole!! ole!!!".

I turned to see what happened, and there was my sister being dragged by a mob.

I was confused. I ran to where they were, but wasn't allowed access to her.

I cried, pleaded and wailed "my sister is not a thief, we came to the market to buy things". I was saying in a loud voice, but the angry mob looked like they'd kill me if I said anything else.

In tears, I quickly put a call to my dad who was home at the moment. Being that we lived not to far from the market, he arrived the scene in no time.

"This girl na tiff"
"fine girl like this dey tiff"
"make una burn am, so other people like her go learn".
"Chai, this fine girl".
"so na tiff you dey come this market dey tiff".
"make una bring tyre and fuel".
I heard several voices in the mob say.

My sister cried and begged to be spared.

It all just didn't make sense. Nobody was saying what happened, but they were all calling her a thief and suggesting that they lynch her.

By the time my dad arrived the scene, my sister was already up in blazes. She screamed loudly as the fire burnt her.

The smell of a burning human filled the air.

My dad stood transfixed to the spot he stood. My tears couldn't be controlled.

Our world came crumbling in milliseconds.

By the time we got home, the news had already reached him as people gathered in our house to sympathize with us.
My big sister was the calmest in our house. She never talked much she was very homely and accommodating, smiling was the only thing she did most times.

People on our street called her Adamma. She was so beautiful and down to earth. Her voice was angelic and soothing.

She didn't deserve to die that way, and no, she isn't a thief.

We still don't know what exactly happened and what went missing, and why my sister was nailed to the crime.

It's been three long years without her in this house, and her aura and presence is still felt around the house.
Some people say it's village people, others say it's just bad fate. My family counts it as a terrible tragedy.

Three years today, and it hurts just as much as it hurts on that eventful day.

The pain really never goes away.

On getting to the back of the crowd, someone cried out.
"Isn't that Jeslyn? What is she doing here?"

At those words, the reporters rushed to her and pointed their cameras at her while others shoved their mics into her face.

"Miss Jeslyn, tell us. Is it true you killed your grandfather?"

"Miss Jeslyn, what can you say for yourself?"

"Miss Jeslyn, how could you cheat on your poor fiance and abandon him at the altar?"

"Miss Jeslyn, say something. The people wants to know.

"Miss Jeslyn…."
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Jeslyn grabbed her messy hair tightly as she felt a throbbing pain in her head. Just when she thought the reporters would be the death of her, a loud sound rang in her ear accompanied by a stinging pain on her right cheek.

She turned her gaze to see who it was and came face to face with her sister's teary eyes mixed with rage.

"You monster! I'll kill you!" Christine yelled and was about to attack Jeslyn's face with her long nails when Ray rushed forward and grabbed her by the waist, preventing her from going physical.

"C–Christine?" Jeslyn called as she held her stinging cheek.

"Don't call me, you devil! What did grandfather do to you? Grandfather loved you so much and saw only you as his granddaughter, yet you paid him back with this? You killed him! What kind of heart do you have? You devil!!"

She flung her hands in the air in an attempt to fight Jeslyn but Ray wouldn't let her go further.

"Christine, I didn't do anything, I–"

"When has a thief ever agreed that they stole anything? Even when they are caught red-handed, they would say they were just about to keep the stolen goods in its right place."

Hearing that voice, Jeslyn shifted her gaze to Ray's older sister who just spoke, and returned her gaze to her sister. It doesn't matter if the world doesn't believe her, but her sister has to.

"I didn't do anything. Grandfather was poisoned and he–"

"Stop lying! Grandfather was healthy. He was pushed and hit his head on the coffee table. Maya and the guards witnessed it all!"

"W–what are you saying?" Jeslyn looked lost and immensely confused.
"Maya and the guards gave their testimony to the police, which included video clips of how you and grandfather argued over what you did to brother Ray.
Then you disagreed with grandfather and he slapped you.
You got upset and started to yell at him. Realizing his mistake, he tried to pull you for a hug like he always did and you pushed him, you pushed him!" Christine yelled.

By now, all the guests were gathered and most of them were already jeering at her and pointing fingers, while the others were loudly cursing her and calling her names.

"Christine, that's not true, that's a lie!" She yelled as she held her head to block off all the noises in her mind.

"Shove the evidence in her face. She will never cry until she sees the coffin." Someone said from the crowd.

Ray's older sister pulled out her phone. She scrolled through it and brought out the evidence. She started playing the video before literally shoving the phone into Jeslyn's face.

Jeslyn subconsciously rescued the phone from falling while coincidentally seeing the footage.

What drew her attention was her old man. Teardrops slowly fell from her eyes and dropped on the screen.

All that was being said or scripted in the video didn't gets to her. She wasn't even hearing any of it as all her attention was focused on her old man.

She brushed the phone with her fingers, outlining his figure and suddenly she jolted when the lady on the screen that looked like her pushed the old man who fell back and hit his head on the side of the coffee table.

"Grandfather!" She screamed, at the same time, dropping the phone to the floor.

"Officers, arrest her!" Christine said to the policemen that just walked over.

"Miss, please come with us to the police station." Said one of the policemen.

"I didn't kill my grandfather, he was poisoned, ask the doctors. Christine, I did nothing to grandfather."

Christine chuckled in rage. "What doctors? Is it the ones you bribed? Unfortunately for you, the doctors testified against you. They told the police that you urged them to cremate grandfather the minute he was pronounced dead to hide what really caused his death and you also forced him to diagnose you with fake mental health issues…"

"That's not true! Stop lying!"

"I didn't lie against you, sister, those were the doctors' statements in the station."

"Where are the doctors, tell me, they–"

"It's unfortunate because the two doctors committed suicide out of guilt."

"W– w– what are you talking about?" Her heart dropped to her stomach when she heard that. How was she going to prove her innocence now?

"You heard me. You killed two innocent workers too! Officer, take her away." Christine turned her face away in disgust as the policemen tried to force the resistant Jeslyn out of the crowd.

"Let her go." The voice wasn't loud, nor was it low. However, it was able to stop the commotion.

The people turned to look at him. He pulled the policeman's hand away from Jeslyn's wrist and said: "I'll bring her."

Jeslyn raised her misty eyes to look at the man in front of her and slowly recalled he was the man she got married to.
She wasn't the only one who remembered who she was. Those present that attended the wedding last week knew this man because of his outstanding appearance and the suppressed air around him.

"I–it's you?" Jeslyn asked like she didn't expect him to be here.

"What are you doing here?!" Ray, who hasn't said anything since finally spoke up when he saw this man again, his enemy.

The groom ignored everyone else and held Jeslyn by the wrist as he walked her out of the crowd with the policemen following behind them.

The crowd watched as the man and Jeslyn got into a black inconspicuous car parked not far away.

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EPISODE 5

On getting to the back of the crowd, someone cried out.
"Isn't that Jeslyn? What is she doing here?"

At those words, the reporters rushed to her and pointed their cameras at her while others shoved their mics into her face.

"Miss Jeslyn, tell us. Is it true you killed your grandfather?"

"Miss Jeslyn, what can you say for yourself?"

"Miss Jeslyn, how could you cheat on your poor fiance and abandon him at the altar?"

"Miss Jeslyn, say something. The people wants to know.

"Miss Jeslyn…."
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Jeslyn grabbed her messy hair tightly as she felt a throbbing pain in her head. Just when she thought the reporters would be the death of her, a loud sound rang in her ear accompanied by a stinging pain on her right cheek.

She turned her gaze to see who it was and came face to face with her sister's teary eyes mixed with rage.

"You monster! I'll kill you!" Christine yelled and was about to attack Jeslyn's face with her long nails when Ray rushed forward and grabbed her by the waist, preventing her from going physical.

"C–Christine?" Jeslyn called as she held her stinging cheek.

"Don't call me, you devil! What did grandfather do to you? Grandfather loved you so much and saw only you as his granddaughter, yet you paid him back with this? You killed him! What kind of heart do you have? You devil!!"

She flung her hands in the air in an attempt to fight Jeslyn but Ray wouldn't let her go further.

"Christine, I didn't do anything, I–"

"When has a thief ever agreed that they stole anything? Even when they are caught red-handed, they would say they were just about to keep the stolen goods in its right place."

Hearing that voice, Jeslyn shifted her gaze to Ray's older sister who just spoke, and returned her gaze to her sister. It doesn't matter if the world doesn't believe her, but her sister has to.

"I didn't do anything. Grandfather was poisoned and he–"

"Stop lying! Grandfather was healthy. He was pushed and hit his head on the coffee table. Maya and the guards witnessed it all!"

"W–what are you saying?" Jeslyn looked lost and immensely confused.
"Maya and the guards gave their testimony to the police, which included video clips of how you and grandfather argued over what you did to brother Ray.
Then you disagreed with grandfather and he slapped you.
You got upset and started to yell at him. Realizing his mistake, he tried to pull you for a hug like he always did and you pushed him, you pushed him!" Christine yelled.

By now, all the guests were gathered and most of them were already jeering at her and pointing fingers, while the others were loudly cursing her and calling her names.

"Christine, that's not true, that's a lie!" She yelled as she held her head to block off all the noises in her mind.

"Shove the evidence in her face. She will never cry until she sees the coffin." Someone said from the crowd.

Ray's older sister pulled out her phone. She scrolled through it and brought out the evidence. She started playing the video before literally shoving the phone into Jeslyn's face.

Jeslyn subconsciously rescued the phone from falling while coincidentally seeing the footage.

What drew her attention was her old man. Teardrops slowly fell from her eyes and dropped on the screen.

All that was being said or scripted in the video didn't gets to her. She wasn't even hearing any of it as all her attention was focused on her old man.

She brushed the phone with her fingers, outlining his figure and suddenly she jolted when the lady on the screen that looked like her pushed the old man who fell back and hit his head on the side of the coffee table.

"Grandfather!" She screamed, at the same time, dropping the phone to the floor.

"Officers, arrest her!" Christine said to the policemen that just walked over.

"Miss, please come with us to the police station." Said one of the policemen.

"I didn't kill my grandfather, he was poisoned, ask the doctors. Christine, I did nothing to grandfather."

Christine chuckled in rage. "What doctors? Is it the ones you bribed? Unfortunately for you, the doctors testified against you. They told the police that you urged them to cremate grandfather the minute he was pronounced dead to hide what really caused his death and you also forced him to diagnose you with fake mental health issues…"

"That's not true! Stop lying!"

"I didn't lie against you, sister, those were the doctors' statements in the station."

"Where are the doctors, tell me, they–"

"It's unfortunate because the two doctors committed suicide out of guilt."

"W– w– what are you talking about?" Her heart dropped to her stomach when she heard that. How was she going to prove her innocence now?

"You heard me. You killed two innocent workers too! Officer, take her away." Christine turned her face away in disgust as the policemen tried to force the resistant Jeslyn out of the crowd.

"Let her go." The voice wasn't loud, nor was it low. However, it was able to stop the commotion.

The people turned to look at him. He pulled the policeman's hand away from Jeslyn's wrist and said: "I'll bring her."

Jeslyn raised her misty eyes to look at the man in front of her and slowly recalled he was the man she got married to.
She wasn't the only one who remembered who she was. Those present that attended the wedding last week knew this man because of his outstanding appearance and the suppressed air around him.

"I–it's you?" Jeslyn asked like she didn't expect him to be here.

"What are you doing here?!" Ray, who hasn't said anything since finally spoke up when he saw this man again, his enemy.

The groom ignored everyone else and held Jeslyn by the wrist as he walked her out of the crowd with the policemen following behind them.

The crowd watched as the man and Jeslyn got into a black inconspicuous car parked not far away.

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Inside a black inconspicuous car speeding across the road, Rex could be seen trying to force the groom to tell him who he got married to, but the groom was adamant about keeping mute.

"Brother, so you aren't going to tell me who you got married to? Your lil brother wants to know. Tell me and I promise I'll zip my lips." He made a lip-sealing gesture.

The groom sneered, but said nothing. His head was rested on his seat with his eyes closed.

"Aai, brother, don't be like that. I might be a gossip monger but–"

"Screech!!!"

"What the f*ck!" Rex cursed after hitting his head on his brother's palm, thanks to the driver holding brake without warning. He was about to hit his head on his brother's shoulder, but his brother was quick enough to stop his head with his palm.

"Hey, what the hell is wrong with you?! If you can't drive then you are fired!" Rex yelled at the driver in frustration.

"I'm sorry young master, it wasn't my fault, a crazy woman ran into the road." The driver apologized.

"Run her over." Came the groom's languid voice.

"Ah, take it easy bro, that's a life we are talking about," Rex smiled.

"Should have known better than to jump into the road." He said with zero feelings.

Rex sighed. He turned to the driver and asked: "Man, why aren't you moving?"

"Young master, the crazy woman is banging on the window." The driver reported.

"Then give her a few seconds," Rex said while looking at his brother. He sighed in relief when his brother said nothing.

The driver wound down the window to ask what the problem was. Just then, her pitiful weak voice sounded.

"Please sir, can you give me a lift? I'm heading to Rose Cemetery."

"Sorry ma'am, we are heading to the airport," Rex answered. He wanted to yell at her, but that pain-filled voice pulled at his heart string.

"Let her in."

"Huh?" Rex asked in confusion.

"..." The driver was lost.

"Brother, you…"

"You got a problem with that?" He raised his brow at Rex.

"N–no, no, of course, not. Hehehe…" Rex laughed sheepishly.

"Thank you," Jeslyn got into the front passenger seat with her hair looking like a bird's nest and face pale like a sick person's. She looked nothing like the infamous celebrity many people knew in Rose City.

"Hmm," he answered her, leaving Rex in bewilderment. This is interesting, he thought.

She was supposed to look back at the people behind, but due to how desperate to get to the funeral she was, coupled with the confusion and disbelief she was in regarding everything that has been happening since her wedding day, she didn't remember to look.

After a while, the car became silent, too silent for Rex's liking so he decided to scroll over the entertainment news. He loves gossip and loves to make some if there was none, so the minute he saw the glaring headline of a popular singer in Rose city trending, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Wow, this is by far the most interesting trouble this sensational celebrity has caused ever since her debut. She abandoned her 5 years fiance for her cheating partner at the altar and married another, then killed her grandfather because he was disappointed in her for ruining the family's name and destroying her innocent fiance's life.
Now, the grandfather's funeral is being held and she's absent. Hahaha…what a wicked soul!... Hmmm… let me see what the comment section is like…
hahaha… I thought as much, she's being chewed alive… oh, this commenter is saying some weird things.
Ah? Why are these commenters diverting from the main topic? It is obvious they were paid for this shit. This is not genuine, I should scroll past."

The groom snatched the phone from Rex and scrolled through the comment. Seeing the weird abominable comments, he frowned slightly and raised his gaze to look at the girl in front but found out she was focused on the billboards by the side of the road.

He closed the app Rex was on and kept the phone by his side.

"Uhm, that's my phone, can you please return it?"

He looked at Rex and then glanced at the phone before he wound down the tinted window and threw the phone out, then closed his eyes and rested his head on the headrest.
Rex stared wide-eyed at him. What's wrong with this devil? That phone was just custom-made and sent to him yesterday!

Even though his eyes had started to bore holes into the villain, he refused to spare him a glance.

"Even though you threw my phone away, I have already seen everything. It says that the D-list celebrity, Jeslyn Lee killed her grandfather because—"

At the mention of her name, Jeslyn who had not been paying attention to the people sitting in the back seat peeked her ears. On hearing the words that followed, she didn't know how she found the strength to go against her weak mental state and responded.

"Mister, I appreciate the fact that you were kind enough to give me a lift, I'll be alighting from here, thank you… stop the car." She said to the driver.

The groom who had his eyes closed all these while suddenly opened his eyes when he heard her words.

The minute the car was stopped, he turned to look at Rex and ordered, "get out."

"Huh?" Rex who heard the words turned his gaze from the lady sitting in the front seat to the man sitting beside him.

He had thought his brother was telling the lady in front to get out but was stunned when he met those emotionless eyes. Not that his eyes ever held emotions though.

"Thank you for the ride," Jeslyn said from the front seat as she was unbuckling her seat belt.

"Not you, young Miss. Rex, get down."

Jeslyn was taken aback by that voice. She had heard that voice somewhere but can't recollect where she heard it from. Her mind was still clouded and in total disarray with all the chaos in her life that she couldn't make her mind to focus.

She turned to look at the person but couldn't see much as the car was dark and he had his eyes closed with the back of his head resting on it.

"Brother, you want me to get down?" Rex pointed at himself.

"Hmm, now."

"In the middle of–"

"You want me to pull you out?" He asked with a curved brow.

"Hehehe… of course not, I'll get down, I'll get down." Rex swallowed his sorrow and opened the car door.

The car zoomed off before he even got to close the door and he was very sure it was the command from that demon.

Inside the car, Jeslyn sighed and said: "Thank you, mister, but you really didn't have to do that. That place is dangerous and there have been multiple reports of bad things happening there lately."

"He'll be fine." He uttered with his eyes closed.

"Oh," she answered and shut her mouth. She looked out the window to see if she could see him but couldn't.
…

The black car stopped at a cemetery and from where the car stood, they could see people in black standing in front of a grave.

"Thank you, mister." Jeslyn offered her thanks and got out of the car and started to run unsteadily towards the people.
The driver was about to start the car when he heard that emotionless voice.

"Hold on."

EPISODE 3

Jeslyn slammed the telephone on the table. She was about to hurry back to her grandfather when she tripped over her gown and fell, hitting her head on the edge of the center table.

She felt a terrifying pain in her head but still managed to stand up. Dizziness washed over her and she swayed. But thanks to the table she held for dear life, she didn't fall.

She stayed like that for a while before she stood up and staggered towards her grandfather with blood trailing down her broken forehead.

While searching the couch they sat on earlier, she saw her phone, the damned phone she had been looking for, and hurriedly called the hospital for an ambulance, not having the time to think of how her phone which was supposed to be missing suddenly appeared out of thin air.
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30 minutes later

At the hospital….

Jeslyn could be seen sitting on a bench, glancing at the operation room every 2 seconds. She would stand up and pace around for a while then return to her bench to sit.
Her exercise continued like that for five hours until the operation room door dinged open.

She rushed to the doctors who walked out with their nose masks on and asked in a frantic voice: "Doctor, how is my grandfather?"

The doctor sighed and shook his head, "I'm sorry, young Miss, your grandfather couldn't make it. The poison had destroyed his organs and… Miss Jeslyn!"

The doctors immediately supported her limp body before she touched the floor and helped her into a VIP room.

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Jeslyn opened her eyes to a white room and heard a beeping sound. She turned to her right where the beeping sound was coming from and saw the monitor producing the sound. That was when she registered she was in the hospital.

She tried to sit upright but felt a needle pricking her wrist. She looked down at her wrist and it was an injection needle connected to a thin pipe. She sighed before sitting with her head resting on the wall.

For how long had she been unconscious, she had no idea.

It so happened that the TV screen in front of her was on and a funeral scene was being played.

She frowned when she saw a few familiar faces, and then the ones that hit her right in the core were Ray and Christine.

Christine was being held by Ray. Now that's not her problem. However, why is she seeing Christine crying so much while looking at… wait, her grandfather's picture?!

At that moment, Jeslyn's mind turned cold. Shiver ran down her spine as memories flooded her mind. She forcefully pulled out the needle from her wrist, totally disregarding the fact that the drip was not finished.

She pulled away the white cover from her body and got down from the bed.

Taking her first step towards the door, pain hit her hard in the head but she ignored it and staggered out of the room barefooted.

While she was walking along the corridors, everyone she bumped into either gave her weird looks or pointed fingers at her, yet, that wasn't her concern. She was too carried away to notice the hateful stares and reactions she was getting.

Getting to the road, she found no taxi. However looking up, the billboards were playing her grandfather's funeral. Jeslyn didn't know how to react to it.

Her mind was telling her that everything was a prank. Her grandfather and Christine were pranking her, but she urgently needs to get to that cemetery and give them a piece of her mind.

At the same time, she knew her grandfather was dead because the doctors said so. But why are they conducting his funeral so soon?! Didn't she just sent him to the hospital a few minutes ago?! What if the doctors made a mistake?!!!
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The story revolves around a young woman named Maya, who grew up in a small village.
Maya was a talented artist, but due to her lower social status, she faced discrimination and limited opportunities.
Maya's struggles were deeply rooted in the systemic injustice and discrimination that existed in her village. Despite her talent and passion for art, Maya faced constant barriers and prejudice. She was denied access to art education and opportunities that were readily available to others in her community. Maya's artwork was often dismissed or overlooked because of her social status, leading to a lack of recognition and support for her talent. This constant marginalization took a toll on Maya's self-esteem and made her question her worth as an artist. However, Maya's resilience and determination pushed her to continue creating art, even in the face of adversity. She used her creativity as a means of self-expression and as a way to shed light on the injustices she and others like her experienced. Maya's story serves as a reminder of the strength and resilience that can be found in the face of injustice. Despite facing numerous obstacles, Maya never gave up on her dreams. She fought against the injustice she experienced and used her art as a medium to raise awareness about the struggles of marginalized communities. Through her determination and courage, Maya became a symbol of hope and inspiration for others who faced similar injustices. .
This story highlights the importance of standing up against injustice and using one's voice to create positive change

In the heart of the African night, where shadows dance and moonlight weaves its silver threads, there lies a creature of grace and wonder—the owl. Yet, in the tapestry of tales spun through time, the owl has often been cast as an omen of darkness, a symbol of witchcraft and malevolence in the minds of many Nigerians. Let us unravel this cloak of misconception and unveil the true essence of these enchanting birds.

Beneath the cloak of the night, owls emerge as guardians of the dark, their wings whispering secrets through the inky sky. They are the sentinels of the nocturnal realm, where mysteries abound, ensuring the balance of nature's delicate dance. Their hoots, once feared, are but songs of wisdom carried on the night's gentle breeze.

In the ancient world, the owl was revered as a symbol of Athena, the goddess of wisdom. They are not harbingers of doom but messengers of insight, whispering sagacious secrets to those who dare to listen. Wisdom, like an owl, is a beacon in the night, illuminating the path of knowledge.

Owls, with their striking plumage and haunting cries, are nature's enigma, captivating the human soul. Their silent flight, a marvel of evolution, carries a lesson of grace and precision. They are warriors of the twilight, hunting in silence to maintain the delicate equilibrium of our ecosystems.

These creatures are the protectors of the fields, the stewards of the earth's bounty. They keep watch over crops, ensuring the balance of nature's bounty by controlling the populations of rodents and insects. Farmers are their allies, not adversaries, in the realm of agriculture.

Marvel at their adaptations, the enigmatic eyes that pierce the darkness, the ability to rotate their heads, and the art of regurgitating pellets that unveil the story of their meals. These are not the tools of witches but the mechanisms of survival in a world of twilight.

In the mosaic of nature, owls are not omens of evil but rather canaries in the coal mine of ecosystems. Their presence or absence speaks volumes about the health of our environment, a vital thread in the web of life.

Let us cast away the shadows of ignorance, embracing these enigmatic birds as they truly are—mysterious, wondrous, and wise. Let us celebrate the ancient stories of wisdom and beauty that owls have graced us with throughout history. For in understanding, we can unveil the truth of these nocturnal guardians, the owls of Nigeria, and cherish their role in the ever-unfolding story of our world.

📸 Nigerian man catches an owl, burns it because he thought it was “witch” 😢😭

He was a diligent employee at a local software company, where he had worked for many years. John loved his job, and he had always believed that it was the cornerstone of his stable and content life.

One fateful day, the company's management announced that they were downsizing, and John was among the unfortunate ones chosen to be let go. He was devastated. Losing his job, he thought, meant losing everything he had worked so hard for. He worried about his mortgage, his bills, and his family's well-being. What was once a source of fulfillment had turned into a crushing disappointment.

Weeks turned into months, and John struggled to find a new job. It seemed like every door he knocked on remained firmly shut. As his savings dwindled, he felt a growing sense of despair. But little did he know that the storm he was weathering would eventually lead him to a new and unexpected blessing.

One day, while attending a local networking event, John struck up a conversation with a stranger named Emily. She had overheard him talking about his background in software development. Emily, as it turned out, was an entrepreneur working on a groundbreaking project. She needed someone with precisely John's skills to help bring her vision to life.

John's disappointment had made him more open to new possibilities, and he decided to join Emily's startup. As they worked tirelessly together, they not only built an innovative product but also a deep friendship. John realized that he had discovered a passion for entrepreneurship that he had never known existed.

Years passed, and the startup thrived. John and Emily's creation became a household name, and they became industry leaders. John had not only found a new career path but also a newfound sense of purpose and fulfillment. His initial disappointment of losing his job had transformed into a blessing that had reshaped his life in the most unexpected and wonderful ways.

Looking back, John often marveled at the twists of fate that had brought him to where he was. He had learned that sometimes, the disappointments that hit the hardest could lead to the most incredible blessings when we are open to new opportunities and willing to embrace change.

Samuel was undoubtedly slow in class and can be called a dullard but he was always a conscious child.
Growing up, he had received strokes either for being a slow right, having rough handwriting, or not being able to read.

Despite the flaws, Samuel had charming looks, a white set of teeth, and captivating eye balls. He dreaded canes and anytime he came to school, his heart throbbed hardly at his chest till it was dismissal.

Samuel experienced a hard life, basically in school. Always bullied, bellitled and when he should seek safety from his teacher, she ends up stroking him.
No one knew or understood why Samuel hated going to school because he wasn't much of a talker and so his life continued.

Break time was the only opportunity that placed Samuel in an important position. Due to the fact that it was Third term and the school regularly hosted a graduation ceremony where they display many colourful exhibition in honour of the graduants and all moving on to a higher class.

During breaktime, they practiced marching walks and Samuel was always put at the front as a result of how stylishly, he moves his hands and legs and how he tilted his head and shoulders.

It was the day of the graduation and the students were already lining up. Samuel was waiting to join the queue when his brother Mark caught his hand and begged that he borrowed him his shorts.
Mark was graduating that year and was given many roles to perform. Considering this, Samuel agreed to exchange after gaping at the ink stain that painted the shorts which would have spoilt his brother's image.

After they exchanged, Samuel ran to retain his front position but when the coordinator sighted his shorts. She asked him out...

At Radiant Secondary School, Dominion was a constant target for bullies who took pleasure in tormenting him daily. Their relentless teasing and mocking shattered his self-confidence, leaving him feeling defenseless and isolated.

Every day, Dominion wished he could muster the courage to stand up to the bullies and put an end to their tyranny. Yet, fear gripped his heart, preventing him from taking a stand. He longed for someone to protect him, to show him that he was not alone in his struggles.

Everything changed when Dominion's little brother, Ben, joined the same school. Ben was a bright-eyed and fearless boy, completely different from his older brother. When Dominion saw the innocent smile on Ben's face, he knew he had to protect him from experiencing the same torment he endured.

Determined to shield Ben from the bullies, Dominion decided that it was time to conquer his fears. He made a life-changing resolution to transform himself both physically and mentally. The very next day, he marched into the school gymnasium and began his journey towards becoming stronger.

With each passing day, Dominion dedicated himself to rigorous workouts and martial arts training. The once timid boy transformed into a determined young man, driven by the desire to protect his little brother and regain his own self-respect.

As his muscles grew, so did his inner strength. Dominion's newfound confidence began to shine through in his interactions with others. He was no longer the boy who slunk away from bullies; instead, he stood tall with a newfound courage, refusing to be a victim any longer.

So my hubby opened a boutique for me when we got married, after work he comes there and stays with me , I later taightt him the business and told him to add male wears for me and he did , he invested 100percent in the business, I didn't bring any money. But he said he was opening it for me as a family business
In the long run when he saw how I have built customer base and the money I was making, he started investing more in the business, expanded the business and somehow started giving me ownership attitude and started acting like I was competing with him to be the boss in the business.

Long story short , he even stopped me from taking a dime, even if it's to buy a bag of water, I must tell his sales girls to record, any time I ask for money, he will say I want to run him down financially, So I decided to look for a job

I got a job that pays 150k but I miss my business so bad, he has now cut me off the business completely, he has girls that do everything, from the WhatsApp marketing I do , to the stock taking, to accounting, he has put structures in place , now I feel like a stranger when I come to pick the kids from the shop(school bus drops them off at the shop)

Now he just travelled and I just got to the shop , expecting as usual to be the one to do accounting in his place while I instruct the girls but he just called me that he told the girls to tie all the daily money and keep somewhere, when he's back after 3 weeks , he will do accounting

Am in tears now , because what in the name of trust issues is this , this has never happened, I always do accounting when he travels and tells him when the girls didn't account for some money. Now I feel like he just called me a criminal in front of the girls

And he expect me to just sit down and be looking at them work and close the shop with them at night

Am really hurt, should I stop going to the shop for this 3 weeks he will be away?
I see this my husband like someone who can surprise me at anytime.
I miss my business, should I save up and start same business somewhere else ? What happens to me 150k job?

Late evening walk was my thing.
Actually after my senior WAEC I did nothing much to keep myself busy during the first months. So I suddenly developed the habit of going for evening walks around the university in my area.

The sites and people I meet along the way during my strolls are usually worth it. I would take a longer route around the heart of the university with my music on and which after, I headed back home.

I did this for over two weeks without missing a day. It was later added to my hobbies by the way.
Anyway that I missed taking a stroll into the university area due to more important reasons, I end up feeling unfulfilled for that day.

Just like the normal times, I started a walk into the school as usual, but this time, the time was a bit late than my normal coming.
The roads were almost scanty. There wasn't electricity lights in the buildings too except the few using generators.

I had already walked past the heart of the school and heading back with my headset on and my voice echoeing through the streets when suddenly, a Honda motorcycle pulled up in front of me.

I wanted to avoid them and pass but one of them acted to be stranded and demonstrated a pleading hand, so I pulled out my headset to understand them better. My eyes caught a gun immediately, the second man on the motorcycle quickly pointed a gun at me and requested for the phone I had in my pocket.

After he collected the phone, he unplugged the headset and placed it on my shoulder and went on to search my pockets. Left in my pocket was a #100 note which I was saving to buy 2 cups of cooked groundnuts on my way home. They collected the note and threatened to shoot me.

And that was my story😭

The madman on sallah day
So, just yesterday I got off from bed filled with joy and happiness all because it was sallah and I was to rest and not attend lectures or even bother about anything.

So I quickly got up prepared like I had a whole year to rest, after which I ate and slept off. After a while, my friends visited and after some fun filled moments playing ps4 they had to go and I escorted them.

On our way, we saw how kids who normally look dirty and not well catered for where properly dressed for the sallah celebration. Just immediately my eyes caught a madman with a stick chasing the children because they were making fun of him, you know how children play with madman, they like being chased by them. So with his big stick he will chase them and stop until he saw a cow that was tied nearby, so he went straight to the cow and he was talking, what he was saying didn't even make any sense to me and then he seemed like he was getting angry and then he used the big stick to hit the cow and immediately the cow reacted and the road with which it was tied snapped and it was about to use his horn on the madman and I thought the madman would use the stick on it but to my greatest surprised the madman run away, I was surprised oh, so mad people can be scared to die too, no wonder it rare for you to see them being hit when crossing the road

It was a really hot own in my school, as a tanker driver kills a student and he was been asked he said it's only one person he killed and that made students very angry and students were fighting to kill the tanker driver and unfortunately the man escaped and students started to destroy tanker drivers vehicle and it resulted into a war and they brought out knives and machete and wanted to enter into the school and kill students some students stood at the gate to prevent it , it was a very serious contention they fought for almost two days but the SA to the governor helped to cub the war.

It's so painful on Friday a final year student heard asuu wants to embark on a strike again he fainted it was so intense because it was in public he was poured waterseverally it was when we got to the clinic he woke up this asuu issue is getting out of hand he was like he has spent about 7 years in school and isn't done with a 5years course so pathetic.

I had lectures yesterday I wanted going to school I had no cash on me , I decided to go to the POS to make withdrawals and the man told me I have to buy the new currency 10% of any amount am withdrawing with anger I left that place the country is really hot people use little opportunities to extort from the masses.

I was privileged to attend a wedding y'day the wedding was so well packaged the Outlook of everything was just beautiful . Not until they started sharing food and the occasion wasn't even over then disrupting everything because the women sharing food were just looking at faces I wasn't given food because most of the women sharing the food doesn't know me. Please women sharing in occasions t
Should try to give everyone in an occasion food 😁 because it seems right and not just their family members.

Soo during this week alot happened in the market like the chairman of the town telling okrika sellers to move to modern market omo Wahala dey oo 😹.

Abubakar-Rimi, a Medicine and Surgery final year student, opened a food outlet and Indomie joint in the Diplomat area in Sokoto.
Abubakar-Rimi, who ventured into food selling business due to the prolonged strike by the Academic Staff Union of Universities (ASUU) died recently. He never got to graduate due to the prolonged strike may his soul rest in peace

Topic for discussion
Gist for the day

You got pregnant for a man and he asked you abort the baby, you refused and kept the baby. He didn't do anything till after 27yrs he resurface and demand for the custody of his child.

Ladies can you allow such man into your daughter's life?

Men will you even think of showing your face and self?

Note that, this said man didn't wanted the baby, didn't even know. And never ever showed up in decades.

This discussion is important and for everybody.

Most people are going crazy because of the on going asuu strike students at home are going into several criminal acts and of recent a lecturer heard his 6 months salary wouldn't be payed he fell down and died instantly , something should be done about these because some lecturers have only one stream of income.