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SECRETS IN THE STAFF ROOM (New high school story series)

EPISODE ONE

Students stood stark naked with leather straps, standing in the hostel bathroom which had damp tiles and dim, flickering lights. The bathroom was full of activities, with the sounds of rushing water and laughter. Students, wrapped in mismatched towels, moving between rusty showerheads and chipped sinks. The air smelling like soap with a hint of mildew.

One could see some students clutching buckets, others darting around in towels or undies, all laughing and giggling as they bathed and chatted like it was a wild, wet costume party..

The noise was so loud because this was the only time students could gossip about what happened in their classes
"Why will she say that to me?" a voice echoed, and everyone fell silent, eager to listen. "Is it not true?" another voice replied, followed by splashes of water, making it sound like a dramatic soap opera in the bathroom.
"Jesus Christ! How dare you pour water on me?" yelled the shorter girl, rushing to slap the culprit. The other girl retaliated by yanking off her towel and tossing it into the dirty water, turning the bathroom into a hilarious chaos.

Boom! The two girls fought as one pinned the other to the ground, punching her, while the girl on the floor kicked her legs in the air, struggling to get free.
Suddenly, students ran towards the scene to see what was happening.and the other students cheered them on, "Fauziyah! Remi!".
"Hey! Hey!" Lila's voice rang out, and everyone giggled nervously, scattering in fear of her voice.

Lila, a stunner with her dark skin shining, standing at an average height, her broad hips and well-rounded buttocks added to her captivating look. Not just for her looks or for her truly mesmerising eyes which was deep and mysterious, resembling the piercing gaze of an owl, casting a spell of enchantment on all who dared to meet them, but what really stood out is how smart she was. Everyone respected her for her beauty and brains.

"Senior Lila is here!" students shouted, running around. "What happened? Why are you two fighting?" she yelled, her owl-like eyes bulging fiercely as the two fighting girls quickly stood up.
"You don't want to talk?" she asked angrily, but they remained silent. "It's alright, both of you, follow me," she said, turning around. As other students cleared a path for her, the fighters pointed fingers at each other and hurriedly cleaned themselves up, looking like guilty puppies caught in the act.
"Don't you dare waste my time! Follow me to my hostel room right away," Lila fired at them.
"Senior, let me get a towel first, please," the short girl begged.
"You're both going to walk bare naked to my hostel. I don't care," she replied sternly, as other students jumped and laughed at the girls' predicament.
Arriving at Lila's hostel, she sat under a tree on a long bench where other girls were lounging. It was obvious they were seniors from their relaxed demeanor and casual questioning of Lila about the fight. "So you guys are fighting, right?" they asked, making the whole scene feel like a mother to child interrogation.

"Senior, she started it," Remi protested, but before she could elaborate, Lila swiftly shut her down with a glare and a hiss, leaving Remi to regret ever mentioning it.

"What exactly is making the two of you fight?" Ava inquired,
"Senior, I came into the toilet to bathe so I could meet my bedtime, but I walked past Remi who was in there with her friends, giggling away louder than a flock of geese at a comedy show" Fauziyah explained,
"I knew they were laughing at me but still didn't bother confronting them," Fauziyah admitted, exhaling deeply before resuming her narrative.
"As soon as I removed my towel and hung it on the rope, they all erupted with laughter like I had some poop on my body. I just ignored them and carried on with what I was doing," she recounted, shaking her head at the memory.
" The next thing Remi said was, "I have a lion shape, my breasts are so big, soon I'll need two companies to sew my bra size," Fauziyah continued, only to be interrupted by the senior students bursting into laughter, as if they'd just heard the punchline to a ridiculous joke."Stand up, let me confirm if it's true," one of the senior students ordered Fauziyah, who pleaded with her eyes, hoping to avoid what sounded like an embarrassing investigation.

"If I slap you, you'll stand up," A senior student ordered, as Fauziyah reluctantly obeyed,instinctively clutched her breasts in a protective gesture, feeling embarrassed.

"My friend, remove your hands and give me a 360-degree round. If it's these small small boys, you'll have them queuing up to press them," she ordered Fauziyah, who reluctantly complied, feeling like she was auditioning for a modelling gig.
They all chuckled and urged her to continue her tale.

"I confronted Remi, and she just hissed and dared me to prove her wrong," Fauziyah explained, trailing off into silence, leaving the senior students hanging on the edge of their seats, eager for the next chapter of the drama.
"And what did you do?" Lila inquired, leaning in for the juicy details.
"I poured water on her, and then the brawl began," Fauziyah confessed.
"Remi, is that true?" Lila pressed, but Remi remained tight-lipped, avoiding eye contact.
"I'm talking to you!" Lila exclaimed, her voice echoing with a mix of frustration and amusement.
"Yes, senior." Remi stuttered.
"Look at you, all petite and short, yet causing chaos wherever you go. One might think you're innocent, but nope, drama always finds you. Do you ever get tired of it, Remi?" Lila remarked, eyeing her with a mix of amusement and exasperation.
"And you," Lila said, redirecting her attention to Fauziyah. "You shouldn't have poured dirty water on her. You could've ignored her or reported it to a senior, but no, you had to take matters into your own hands. So, now I'm going to handle it my way," she declared, eyeing both of them with a stern gaze.

"For getting into a scuffle, the two of you are now on bed-making duty for me and Ava every morning for the next week, laundering our school uniforms, fetching water, and repairing our shower. I don't want to have to remind you of this again, got it?" Lila declared, laying down the law with a touch of sarcasm, making it clear she meant business.
"That's not all; you'll also be buying snacks for Ava and me for the next week," Lila added with a mischievous grin.
"Senior, I don't have that kind of money. My funds are with Mr. Godson; my parents entrusted it to him," Remi lamented, hoping to avoid another financial burden.
"Does it look like we care?" Ava quipped, unfazed by Remi's financial woes.
"Let me find my snacks, and if I don't, you'll witness a whole new level of my wrath," she warned, shooing them away with a flick of her hand, "will get out of my sight."
Remi and Fauziyah complied and walked away in shame.
"Girl, you didn't do well. We're all involved, but it seems like you and Ava are the only ones benefiting. What about us? We should all share those snacks," Maryann complained, prompting Lila to turn around and stare at her,
"Don't go hunting for your prey; sit down under the tree and enjoy the fresh air while I hustle for snacks for you," she hissed, turning to Ava with a smirk,
"Abeg, Ava, let's work on our assignment. I'm struggling with that topic," she said, standing up as she pulled off her short gown that had gotten stuck between her buttocks, she stamped her feet on the ground and walked away, shaking her buttocks like a pap in a bowl, leaving her friends both amused and bewildered by the unexpected display.

To be continued...

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I had never been one to follow fashion trends, but there was something about the cargo pant craze that caught my eye. Everywhere I looked, young people were sporting these baggy trousers, and they seemed to be all the rage.
Even though the price tag was a bit challenging, my curiosity got the better of me, and I found myself wanting to join in on the trend.

After some haggling with the sellers, I finally managed to negotiate a pair for myself. Excitement bubbled within me as I slipped the cargo pants on, but as I gazed at the reflection in the large mirror, my heart sank. The trousers seemed to engulf me, and the style was a far cry from my usual wardrobe choices. I felt like a clown in an oversized disguise.
The flair end was it's regular style but it wasn't working for me.

With a heavy breath, I resignedly hung the cargo pants in my wardrobe, silently acknowledging that they would remain nothing more than an addition to my collection.
Despite their price and popularity, I couldn't see myself ever donning them again. Some fashion trends, it seemed, were better admired from a distance.

On a rainy day in the small town of Willow Creek, the sky was a blanket of gray, and raindrops danced rhythmically on the rooftops. Emma, a young artist, sat by her window, watching the world blur through streaks of rain. Her small studio apartment was filled with the scent of freshly brewed coffee and the soft glow of her desk lamp.

Emma loved rainy days. They brought a sense of calm and inspiration. She pulled out her sketchbook and began to draw, letting the patter of rain guide her pencil strokes. Her mind wandered to the story she was creating—a tale of a mysterious traveler who brought rain to a drought-stricken village, reviving its once vibrant landscape.

As the hours passed, the rain intensified, and the streets outside turned into shallow rivers. Emma decided to take a break and venture out. She grabbed her umbrella and stepped into the cool, damp air. The town felt different under the rain, quieter and more introspective. People hurried by, seeking shelter, while children splashed gleefully in puddles.

She walked to the local café, a cozy nook known for its warm ambiance and friendly owner, Mr. Thompson. The bell above the door jingled as she entered, and Mr. Thompson greeted her with a smile. “Ah, Emma! Perfect day for a hot chocolate, don’t you think?”

Emma nodded, shedding her wet umbrella and finding a seat by the window. She sipped her hot chocolate, savoring the rich, creamy warmth. The café was a haven of chatter and laughter, a stark contrast to the somber weather outside. She pulled out her sketchbook again, capturing the scene around her—the couple sharing an umbrella, the barista’s focused expression, and the fogged-up windows.

As the day drew to a close, the rain began to taper off. Emma walked home, feeling a sense of fulfillment. She had embraced the quiet beauty of the rainy day, finding inspiration in its simplicity and the small moments that filled it. Back in her apartment, she looked at her sketches and smiled. The rainy day had painted its own picture in her mind, a mosaic of serenity and creativity, waiting to be woven into her next story.

I had never seen a peafowl, except in pictures and on screen. I had always admired the striking beauty of these creatures and longed to witness them up close. My chance came when I visited my uncle in Benue.

Benue was filled with sprawling forests and pathways, where people hunted a variety of wild animals, displaying their catches at the local markets. During my travels, I saw an array of wildlife, from crocodiles to antelopes, cheetahs, and pheasants. Each one was a new and fascinating sight.

But then, as we meandered through the dense woodland, I caught a glimpse of something truly spectacular. In the distance, I spotted what I believed to be a peafowl. I couldn't contain my excitement as I pressed closer to the vehicle's window. And sure enough, there it was, a peafowl, proudly displaying its vibrant and iridescent plumage. It was a breathtaking sight.

The peafowl's feathers glistened in the dappled sunlight, creating a mesmerizing display of colors – a sight that I had only ever seen in pictures. I was eager to capture the moment and ensure I had a keepsake of this rare encounter. But as I reached for my phone, I hesitated, realizing it could easily be snatched from me in this unfamiliar place.

Reluctantly, I put my phone away, choosing to imprint the scene in my memory instead. As we slowly moved away, I stole one last glance at the stunning peafowl, feeling a sense of peace and contentment at having witnessed such a magnificent creature in its natural habitat.

Although I couldn't capture the moment on camera, the memory of that enchanting sight stayed with me long after I left Benue. It served as a reminder of the extraordinary beauty waiting to be discovered in the world around us. Seeing the peafowl was an experience I would always cherish, and it inspired me to seek out more moments of untainted wonder and joy, wherever my adventures may take me.

I had no electricity at home for 24 hours. I needed to charge my phone, so I packed my power bank and laptop and went out to find a place to charge them.

Many people were in the same situation as me, and they all had the same idea. The streets were filled with people searching for a place to charge their devices. The nationwide strike had caused everyone to leave their homes and search for a solution.

I finally found a place that had electricity, but it was very crowded. I couldn't even move, there were so many people! Everyone was waiting patiently for their turn to charge their phones and laptops.

I waited for over an hour, but I couldn't get close to a charging point. I was starting to lose hope. But then, I saw a small space become available. I quickly grabbed my power bank and managed to charge it by 30%.

I was happy to have at least some charge in my power bank, so I decided to head back home. The crowd was still huge, but I was relieved to have made some progress.
I realized how much we rely on electricity. It was a challenging day, but I was grateful to have been able to charge my power bank a little bit.

I finally got back home, ready to face another day without electricity. I am hoping that this strike would end soon and our lives could return to normal.

I had heard so much about Lagos, the hustle and bustle, the energy, the excitement. But I had never been there before. So, when my nephew announced his wedding would be held in Lagos, I knew it was the perfect opportunity to experience the city for myself. I convinced my family to come along, and we began to prepare for our trip.

Immediately we boarded the plane, my excitement grew. I couldn't wait to see my nephew, who had grown into a fine young man. I couldn't wait to meet his bride, who I had heard was a beautiful and kind-hearted woman. And I couldn't wait to experience all that Lagos had to offer.

When we arrived in Lagos, the heat hit us like a slap in the face. But we were determined to make the most of our trip. We checked into our hotel, freshened up, and went out to explore the city. The first thing that struck me was the traffic! Cars honking, people shouting, it was a loud place! But we laughed and joked, taking it all as part of the fun.

The next day was the wedding, and it was a beautiful ceremony. My nephew and his bride were beaming with joy, and we were all so happy to see them so happy. The food, the music, the dancing - it was all so wonderful. I even tried some Lagos-style jollof rice, which was delicious!

After the wedding, we spent a few more days exploring the city. We visited the National Museum, the Lekki Conservation Centre, and even took a trip to the famous Bar Beach. It was exhausting, but exhilarating. We laughed, we argued, we made memories that would last a lifetime.

I didn't want our trip to end but we had to go back home.
We boarded the plane fully sponsored by my nephew to return home, I turned to my family and said, "That was the trip of a lifetime!" They all nodded in agreement, excitement all over their faces.

As the wind whispered through the streets of Willow Creek, a lone leaf clung to its branch, refusing to let go. It was the last leaf of autumn, and it knew its time was short.

Below, a young girl named Lily gazed up at the leaf, her eyes filled with wonder. She had been watching it for days, marveling at its determination to stay attached.

One day, a strong gust swept through the town, and the leaf was torn from its branch. It twirled and danced in the air, finally coming to rest on Lily's outstretched palm.

As she held it, she felt a strange sense of hope and renewal. The leaf, though fragile and alone, had held on to its branch with all its might. And in the end, it had found a new home, a new purpose.

Lily smiled, knowing that she, too, could find strength in her own struggles. She tucked the leaf into her pocket, a reminder of the resilience of the human spirit.

From that day forward, Lily faced her challenges with a newfound courage, and the last leaf of autumn remained with her, a symbol of the beauty and wonder that could be found in even the most fleeting moments.

As she pushed open the creaky door, a warm golden light spilled out onto the rainy streets. Emily had stumbled upon the mysterious library while exploring the old part of town. The sign above the entrance read "Libraria Antiqua" in elegant script.

Inside, the air was thick with the scent of old books and knowledge. Towering shelves stretched towards the ceiling, packed with volumes bound in leather and adorned with strange symbols. A soft whisper seemed to echo through the halls, as if the books were sharing secrets among themselves.

Emily wandered deeper, running her fingers over the spines of the books. One title caught her eye: "The Whispering Tales of the Ancients". As she opened the cover, the whispering grew louder, and she felt a sudden chill.

Suddenly, the lights flickered, and the whispering ceased. A figure emerged from the shadows - an old man with piercing green eyes and a kind smile.

"Welcome, young one," he said, his voice low and soothing. "I have been waiting for you. You have stumbled upon a place where stories come alive. What tale would you like to hear?"

Emily's heart raced as she considered the endless possibilities. "Tell me a story of adventure and magic," she said finally.

The old man nodded, and with a wave of his hand, the room began to transform. The shelves disappeared, replaced by a rolling landscape of hills and forests. Emily felt herself being drawn into the story, becoming the heroine of a tale she had never imagined.

As the sun set outside, Emily reluctantly returned to the real world, her mind buzzing with wonder. She knew she would return to Libraria Antiqua, for the stories and secrets it held were endless.

Returning to school isnt something someone could say he/she is so happy returning, nothing about its stressful schedules was appealing. But all the same, meeting back with friends, the fun and the jokes was comforting.
So, we decided to ditch the day and hang out. As we walked to our department, we decided to take a break at a nearby shop to grab some sachet water.

We asked for four sachets and received them. But the unexpected happened when one of us handed a hundred naira note to the seller, who reluctantly took it and then asked for an extra hundred naira, claiming that each sachet cost fifty naira.

We were utterly speechless and puzzled. "A sachet of water now costs fifty naira?" I asked to confirm what I had heard.

Somewhat reluctantly, we handed over the extra hundred naira and left, feeling slightly cheated. The price of water had left us genuinely astonished and deflated at the same time.

At this point, water is not a life saver anymore, buying sachet water now could cause you a post traumatic stress 😂

Last summer, I decided to take a break from the bustling city life and visit my grandparents' village. As soon as I stepped off the bus, the serene landscape and the fresh air greeted me. The village, nestled between rolling hills and lush green fields, was a stark contrast to the concrete jungle I was used to.

My grandparents' house stood at the edge of the village, surrounded by an orchard of mango trees. The house, though old, had a rustic charm with its thatched roof and mud walls. My grandmother, with her warm smile, welcomed me with a big hug and a plate of homemade delicacies.

Every morning, I woke up to the sound of roosters crowing and birds chirping. The village followed a rhythm dictated by nature. People rose with the sun and their day revolved around farming and household chores. I accompanied my grandfather to the fields, where he patiently taught me about the different crops and how they were grown. The hard work and dedication of the villagers were evident in the lush, healthy crops that stretched as far as the eye could see.

Afternoons were spent under the shade of the big mango tree at the village center, where the elders gathered to share stories and news. I enjoyed listening to their tales of the past, learning about the village's history and traditions. The children played traditional games, their laughter echoing through the narrow lanes.

In the evenings, as the sun set behind the hills, the village transformed into a picturesque scene with the golden hues of dusk. My grandmother and I would sit on the verandah, chatting about life. The simplicity and tranquility of the village life were deeply soothing.

One of the highlights of my trip was the village fair, which was held once a month. Stalls selling handmade crafts, fresh produce, and local delicacies lined the main street. There was music, dance, and a palpable sense of community. I immersed myself in the vibrant culture, participating in folk dances and tasting a variety of traditional dishes.

My week in the village flew by, and it was soon time to return to the city. As I boarded the bus, I felt a twinge of sadness but also a deep sense of contentment. The trip had not only provided a much-needed break but also a profound appreciation for the simple joys of rural life.

I have known Precious for like three years now. She's an epitome of beauty. The in flock of men around her tell more about her captivating beauty. I always say I was lucky to be her boyfriend.
She's everything I ever asked for in a woman..she's loving, kind, respectful and above all a lover of God.
After some years, our friendship took a beautiful twist when we decided to date ourselves. I must say it was the best relationship I ever had. I was intentional about the relationship as we planned settling down after she's done with school and I'm ready too.
Everything was so rosey and beautiful for us until the pressure for marriage dawn's on her.
Her parents started pestering her about settling down. She informed me about it and from that day I knew I was going to loose her.
She's only 22yrs and she's not ready to settle down but because of the pressure from her parents, she had to succumb.
One evening, she called me and said,' babe a guy came to our house to ask for my hand in marriage and they are very serious and I have no choice than to accept '.
It was like my heart stopped beating for a moment. It was a long silence 🤐🤐 on the phone for both of us.
After some days, we broke up and went our separate ways...
She's happily married and we are still in friendly communication though but a part of me still miss her.
😢😢😢😢

I was at a bus stop this evening when I saw a very pretty lady
Men, this babe fine die
See the way men dey Trip for her,
guys see the way I dey look this babe like say she be angel.
Suddenly I heard a sweet voice
"Hey you, what's the time please?"
I hardly believed I was the one she is talking to,
Now all eyes on me.
Proudly I looked at my wristwatch, it was then I realised my wristwatch was no longer working, and it stopped working early that morning…
Chai, see me oo, Heats flows through my spine.
"What's the time please??" She asked again.
I just have to say something
"Mmmm, well, it's just that I forgot to set my wristwatch" wait let me check my phone, and to make the matter worse my phone don off📴 Chei!! Who I offend??
Shey if you see the kind disgusting look this babe gave me ehn, I come weak, I dey speechless
Na so one yeye gal way dey back come whisper to her friend
"Na so dem go dey wear wristwatch wey no dey work up and down dey form dirty big boy" and to Make the matter worst, one fat woman wey dey for front come reply "No mind dem, some go even carry big phone wey no dey work dey do big boy, big boy empty pocket"
See shame, everybody for the bus burst out of laughter and to even make the matter worst, the girl wey ask me time follow dem dey laugh
See as shame catch me oo
To even make the matter worst, conductor wan ask me for money come say "Big boy bring your money" chei!!! Another round of laughter, this one even the driver sef follow laugh 😂😂😂
The funniest part is that the person reading this is also laughing too 😔

SSS1 STUDENT PROPOSE TO HIS ENGLISH TEACHER

It was a very big surprise to the entire school as SSS1 student decided to propose to his attractive English teacher.

During a class assignment, he slipped a love letter in the page of his assignment exercise book.

He had already informed his friends of the act. Everyone was waiting for the reaction of their teacher.

At home, while working on the students' assignments, she saw the letter which she also read.

The next day, at school, she shared the exercises to the students.

The boy got 17/20. But she didn't give him his copy. She simply ordered him to follow her to the teachers' room.

All his friends concluded that it was over for him because the disciplinary council would be waiting for him.

The most surprising thing was that when they arrived at the teachers' room, the teacher......
Chia, my data has finished, to read the full story, please send me money to buy data ooo, .
😛😛

I was on my usual commute home after a long day at work, the bus was packed with people, and the air was heavy with the scent of rain-soaked clothes. I boarded the bus and quickly found a spot to stand, gripping the overhead rail as the vehicle lurched forward.

As the conductor made his way through the crowded aisle, I reached into my pocket for change. To my dismay, I realized I had forgotten to withdraw cash and only had my card. I explained my situation to the conductor, hoping for some leniency, but his expression hardened.

"We don't take cards," he snapped. "You should know that by now."

I tried to reason with him, explaining that it was an honest mistake and that I could pay double the fare tomorrow. But he wasn't having any of it. His voice grew louder, drawing the attention of other passengers. Some of them started muttering, casting judgmental glances my way.

"Pay up or get off at the next stop," he barked.

Frustration bubbled inside me. I felt the eyes of everyone on the bus boring into my back. The conductor's aggressive stance and harsh tone made it clear he wasn't open to negotiation. My pride was hurt, and my patience was wearing thin.

"Look," I said, my own voice rising, "I've been taking this bus for years. You know I'm good for it."

But the conductor stepped closer, invading my personal space. "Rules are rules," he insisted, his breath hot with anger. "You either pay now or get off."

In that moment, I could feel my fists clenching, my heart pounding in my chest. The thought of having to walk the remaining distance home in the rain, combined with the conductor's belligerence, was pushing me to the edge.

Just as I was about to say something I might regret, an older woman sitting nearby spoke up. "I'll cover his fare," she said, holding out a few coins. "There's no need for all this shouting."

Her calm intervention snapped me out of my rage. I took a deep breath and forced myself to relax. The conductor grumbled something under his breath but took the money, moving on to the next passenger.

I thanked the woman profusely, feeling a mix of gratitude and embarrassment. The tension in the bus dissipated, and I found a seat, reflecting on how close I had come to losing my temper over something so trivial.

As the bus continued its journey, I realized that while the conductor might have been unnecessarily harsh, escalating the situation wouldn't have helped anyone. Sometimes, it's better to let go of your pride and accept a little help from a kind stranger.

I awoke to the commotion with a start, the sound of screeching tires and slamming doors reverberating through the neighborhood. Jumping out of bed.
It was up the neighbourhood, a team from the Economic and Financial Crimes Commission (EFCC) had swooped in, surrounding a grand three-story building where some individuals had been residing. It was barely past 4 am, and the whole scene was both surreal and unnerving.

Out of the chaos, two figures managed to evade the authorities, each using their own methods of escape. One of them, probably possessed by a fleeting moment of courage, made a dramatic leap over the fence at the back of the compound and dashed into the night. The other, more cunning and resourceful, chose to hide out in the building's ceiling, skillfully covering his tracks. It was a scene straight out of an action movie, and despite the seriousness of the situation, a part of me couldn't help but marvel at their audacity and quick thinking as I listened to people who were present during the live action recounted the incident.

The ensuing chaos saw some of the residents' cars being seized while the male occupants were escorted away and loaded into the awaiting vans. The building, once aglow with the energetic hum of life, now stood as a graveyard after they zoomed off with the victims

I couldn't help but wonder about the individuals who had been taken away and the events that had led to this dramatic and unexpected turn of events. The neighborhood had been forever changed in the blink of an eye, leaving in its wake a palpable sense of unease and uncertainty. As the day unfolded and life began to return to its normal rhythm, the memory of that intense morning lingered, a stark reminder of the fragility and unpredictability of the world we live in.

In the bustling streets of Lagos, Nigeria, a silent enemy lurked, threatening to suffocate the dreams and aspirations of its citizens. This enemy was Average, a force that had seeped into the minds and hearts of many, whispering sweet nothings of "good enough" and "why bother." It had become the norm to settle for mediocrity, to accept the status quo, and to shy away from excellence.

But there were those who refused to be held captive by Average. Young entrepreneurs like Tunde, who against all odds, started his own tech company, creating jobs and innovating solutions. Artists like Nneka, who used her brush to tell the stories of a resilient people, inspiring hope and pride. And activists like Chinedu, who fought tirelessly for justice and equality, refusing to accept the average treatment of his community.

Together, they formed a movement, a revolution against Average. They inspired others to join, to strive for greatness, and to never settle for anything less. And slowly but surely, the enemy called Average began to lose its grip on the city, as the people of Lagos rose up, determined to be exceptional, to be remarkable, and to be unforgettable.

Once upon a sunny day, Sarah and her friends decided to escape the city heat and head to the beach. With towels, sunscreen, and a cooler packed with snacks, they embarked on their adventure.

As they arrived at the shore, the salty breeze greeted them, and the sound of crashing waves filled the air. They set up their spot on the soft, warm sand, laying out their towels and umbrellas.

Eager to dive in, they ran towards the water, laughing and splashing each other along the way. The cool waves refreshed their spirits as they swam and floated, enjoying the freedom of the open sea.

After a while, they decided to try their hand at building sandcastles. With buckets and shovels in hand, they crafted elaborate structures adorned with seashells and driftwood, each trying to outdo the other with their creativity.

As the day progressed, they took breaks to enjoy the delicious snacks from their cooler: sandwiches, fruit, and refreshing drinks. They lounged under the warm sun, chatting and soaking in the laid-back atmosphere.

In the afternoon, they gathered for a game of beach volleyball. With teams set, they laughed and cheered each other on, diving into the sand to save the ball from hitting the ground.

As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the horizon, they gathered around a bonfire they had built earlier. They roasted marshmallows, telling stories and singing songs under the starry sky.

With the sky painted in hues of pink and orange, they knew it was time to head home. Reluctantly, they packed up their belongings, leaving behind memories of a perfect day at the beach, already looking forward to their next adventure by the sea.

A man who was fond of beating his wife at every slight opportunity, was asked why he beats her? His response was, "I have a very short temper and I get angry easily. Unconsciously, I usually slap her when she raises her voice or provokes me."
The following day, as the man was driving to work, a uniformed army officer stopped his car, for no reason. When he tried to complain or protest, the FEMALE soldier shouted at him and asked him to be quiet.

The female officer collected his car keys and commanded him to sit on the bare floor. Uncle jejely complied, without saying "pim" not to talk of raising his hand to slap.

The female officer tried hard to provoke him but uncle controlled his short temper. Suddenly, uncle became meek and cool like cucumber.

After one hour of delay, the officer told uncle to stand up, gave him his keys, and asked him to leave. Uncle said "thank you ma" and got into his car.

As he was about to drive off, his phone rang. It was Pius, his best friend. Pius had been watching the drama from across the street.Pius mocked him on the phone:
"Fidelis, I thought you said you have anger problems and your temper is very short? How come you were very gentle/quiet when the female officer shouted at you and seriously provoked you?
Why didn't you slap her like you usually do to Catherine, your wife?
Fidelis, let me tell you the truth, you don't have anger problem, what you have is RESPECT PROBLEM. You don't respect your wife!!!

Where there is RESPECT, SELF-CONTROL is AUTOMATIC!!! The remote control is not in your wife's voice or emotions. The CONTROL is in your own WILL, your personal DECISION.
Your Relationship will become better, only when you learn to respect your Spouse.

The keyword here is, Respect.

Yesterday, we held what we call "Iju-ase" in the Igbo culture, which translates to marriage introduction in English. The occasion went by swiftly, but it was quite challenging for me. My dad had assigned me the task of welcoming most of the guests, and it turned out to be exhausting. I had to ensure that every guest felt welcomed by guiding them to their seats and attending to their requests for food.

Moreover, I found myself scurrying to buy different drinks since some guests didn't fancy the brand they were initially served. It was a bit overwhelming, but miraculously, everything fell into place. We had an ample supply of rice, different types of swallow, and a variety of delicious soups.

Despite the challenges, I was certain that when the event ended, everyone left satisfied. The atmosphere was filled with joy, laughter, and the upbeat sound of music. The dance by the bride and groom captured everyone's attention, and the delightful commentaries were heartening. In the end, people were entertained, and I was relieved that everything had turned out well.

I want to take you all back in time to when I was in my early years, let's say 10/11. The interesting age, where the world was fun, where you can play with anything and everywhere.

Let's look past the playful part, my family is a learned one, we were rarely allowed to play after schools but during the festive seasons or long breaks, I was sent to the village along with my siblings to stay with my granny.

Life in the village is everything that home isnt, there we were free to play. Intact, there was a specific time that all neighbouring children comes out to play, it was usually lively and joyous.

Did I fail to mention that we did not need gas to cook? We used firewood and how we go about in search of these firewood is a whole new experience.

There was this massive mansion been constructed along the village square as at then, we decided to go hunt for some plank woods there. It was during this quest that we scaled a tall fence to get into its vicinity.

I was a newbie in this kind of lifestyle but I couldn't dull or else those village children would make mockery of me.
Replicated their moves and I was in.
We got enough woods, each of us with our own burden, now it was time to climb out, with a lot of tussle, I got my wood over the fencing and climbed on also.

I was seated on the fence waiting for the rest to climb up so we can get going when all of a sudden, there was a shout.
"The owner of the house is here!"
Everybody scampered, I didn't know what to do, I couldn't jump off due to the height of where I was, but I was struggling to get down when I slipped.

My head was banging when my eyes opened, I had fallen flat on the solid ground and felt pain all over.
I got up after all by the way, and the rest of the story...
I wish not to tell 😆

Title: The Forgotten Key

In a small town nestled between rolling hills, there was an old, abandoned mansion rumored to be haunted. Locals whispered about its eerie past, but few dared to venture near it. One day, Sarah, a curious young girl with a penchant for adventure, decided to explore the mansion.

As she stepped through the creaky door, Sarah felt a chill run down her spine. The mansion was filled with dust-covered furniture and cobwebbed corners. Ignoring her growing unease, Sarah pressed on, determined to uncover its secrets.

In the dim light, Sarah stumbled upon a locked door. Intrigued, she searched the mansion until she found an old, rusted key hidden beneath a pile of debris. With trembling hands, she inserted the key into the lock and turned it, the door creaking open to reveal a hidden staircase leading underground.

Heart pounding, Sarah descended into the darkness, her footsteps echoing off the walls. At the bottom, she discovered a vast chamber filled with treasures long forgotten – jewels, artifacts, and ancient relics glinting in the faint light.

But amidst the riches, Sarah found something unexpected – a diary. She dusted it off and began to read, discovering the tragic tale of a young girl who had once lived in the mansion. The girl had hidden away in the underground chamber, seeking solace from a world that had abandoned her.

As Sarah read on, she realized that the girl's story mirrored her own feelings of loneliness and isolation. Moved by empathy, Sarah vowed to uncover the truth behind the girl's fate and give her the closure she deserved.

With newfound determination, Sarah embarked on a quest to uncover the mystery of the forgotten key and the girl it once belonged to. And in doing so, she found not only answers but also a sense of belonging she had long been searching for.