Broken Mirrors – Episode 2


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Derin spun around and quickly took Isaac from Awazi. The first thing that struck him was how cold the child had become, in contrast with the vivid memory of how hot he had been when they were bringing him in.

A panic ran down Dr. Hakeem’s spine. He collected the child from a numb Derin, and practically ripped the clothes off his body. Placing him on the receptionist’s desk, he confirmed what his cursory observation had told him the moment the mother had screamed. The baby was dead.

He turned around to face Derin, whose eyes were glazed as if not seeing anyone in the room “I am sorry, Mr. Banwo but…”

A sharp pain caused him to swallow the rest of the sentence and he found himself reeling backwards. It took a few split seconds to overcome the shock and realize that Derin had punched him square in the…

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Broken Mirrors – Episode 1


For Kibati.

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Tooooot! Tooooot! The trailer’s blaring horn cut rudely into Awazi’s thoughts. “Oh my days!” she exclaimed. Today, of all the immeasurable number of days in time, Lagos-Ibadan expressway had chosen to be the meeting point of the world union of traffic inducing demons. As her husband would say, the traffic tie wrapper, come wear bandana join dey dance atilogwu. Even a slither of water would not find its way through this bumper to bumper traffic mess, and expectedly, they had passed a generous sprinkling of vehicles that had coughed and given up whatever ghost cars possessed parked by the roadside. The one hour journey from Lagos to Ibadan on a normal day had taken them four hours today. And they had just barely gone past Ogere trailer park. Her only consolation was that her husband Derin had just changed his car. If it had been their old Honda…

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Marriage Isn’t For You

Seth Adam Smith

Having been married only a year and a half, I’ve recently come to the conclusion that marriage isn’t for me.

Now before you start making assumptions, keep reading.

I met my wife in high school when we were 15 years old. We were friends for ten years until…until we decided no longer wanted to be just friends. 🙂 I strongly recommend that best friends fall in love. Good times will be had by all.

Nevertheless, falling in love with my best friend did not prevent me from having certain fears and anxieties about getting married. The nearer Kim and I approached the decision to marry, the more I was filled with a paralyzing fear. Was I ready? Was I making the right choice? Was Kim the right person to marry? Would she make me happy?

Then, one fateful night, I shared these thoughts and concerns with my dad.

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crying inside

I got married 4 years ago, and I have a daughter, truth be told, the man I married wasn’t the man I had hoped to marry, the man I loved so much traveled out and I got tired of waiting so I decided to marry my husband.


I later regretted my actions because I found out within myself I don’t love him.. I don’t enjoy sex with him, most times I fake the orgasm.


Now my old flame is back, he has a son from a white lady, and he is divorced, he wants me back and claims he is still in love with me and I’m madly in love with him.


I have started seeing him secretly and I feel so fulfilled, he gives me all the love and attention plus I enjoy sex with him, I don’t feel embarrassed when we are together compared to when I am with my husband.


I feel guilty each time I set my eyes on my husband especially when I had seen Chidi earlier that day.


Presently, things are getting out of hand, Chidi has asked me to marry him, my husband is already suspecting, because I come up with excuses not to have sex with him.


The only reason why I am still with my husband is the fact that I have a child with him and I don’t want to do anything to hurt my child, but I don’t know how long I can continue living this double life, I know some people may think I am an unserious person but I need to be happy and same time do what is right, please what should I do..


Please note that the owner of this story will like to stay anonymous, but will be reading your comments, we appreciate your advice..




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I rushed home crying, my mum was confused, but I couldn’t tell her the reason why I had tears flowing down my cheeks. I looked at my mum, she was getting really old, I wished and prayed silently for her to live longer, I love my parents with all my heart, but I couldn’t provide enough for them, and just when I thought the storm was finally over.

I graduated with a 2nd class lower, well I believe I fared well. I searched and searched for a job for years after school, I couldn’t get one, it was either I had to sleep with someone or I had to know someone *sad*..

I’m not one to sleep around for money or for any reason whatsoever , I never did that while in school, I was satisfied with the little I got from my parents.
I spread the news through family and friends about my job search, and as luck would have it I got one through a friend.

You can imagine how excited I was when I got my appointment letter, I could finally take care of my parents and younger ones I said to myself.

I started work on d 28th of march in a hotel, it wasn’t one of those classy standard hotels you see around but the pay was better than the so called classy ones.
From the very first day I got this job, my boss outrightly asked me to sleep with him. I was shocked “I can’t sleep with my boss” I said with all honesty, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer. He kept molesting and harassing me sexually every single day, I was tempted to stop work, then I remembered my parents and younger ones, and how long it took me to get this job.

On a certain day, after our board meeting he asked me to stay back, he discharged the others, his excuse was he wanted to discuss the financial aspect with me since I was his accountant. The moment the door was shut behind us, he rushed at me, started touching my body, he calls me “soft body”. We began to struggle, I pleaded with him to please stop, all he said was he couldn’t wait for the day he’s gonna put he’s D**k in my soft pussy; “with due respect sir, that day can never happen”, I half screamed, with that he left me and I went back to my duties.

I decided to report this constant harassment to my friend who got the job for me, he was very disappointed with my boss, he came to my place of work to warn him to let me be, I thought he was gonna either sack me or stop harassing me but that was just the beginning.

After our normal board meeting he asked me to stay back as usual this time he almost raped me while we were fighting, I grabbed my bag and books trying to run away, heading to the door, but he got me by the door and hit me hard in the back close to my upper left shoulder, I cried and felt really bad, I angrily told him that if he touches me again I was going to file a case against him to the authorities, “try it and see” was his reply.

This time I was ready to quit, I called my friend again and complained to him, told him I couldn’t take the harassment anymore, it had gotten too much.

But dear readers, I need this money to sustain my family and I, if I quit this job, it is back to the labor market again, and who knows for how long, I am worried as to what to do, because I can not stand to see my family suffer as they did before I got this job; What should I do?!