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Lydia was going through a short story with her best friend, Judith. It was a pathetic story indeed and one could readily see the disgust in both their faces. “How could she let this happen to her, was she blind or drugged? I for one, will never ever let any guy do this to me!” Lydia shouted. Judith was amused. She simply glanced at Lydia and smiled. “Babe, you need to calm down, she said. This could have happened to anyone! Apart from the date rape drug(flunitrazepam, generally called Rohypnol) that inhibits whoever it is used on from resisting sexual assault, every and anybody could be a victim of something similar to this story.

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They were reading the story of a young lady whose focus since her secondary school days has been her academic and spiritual life, who in the university became the evangelism coordinator in her followship. She led her members across the campus on the course of preaching the gospel but later fell in love with a young man who scammed her, got her pregnant and abandoned her. Lydia felt like the girl personally disappointed her, she was so pissed. All effort to calm her down by her friend, Judith was fruitless as Lydia began to transfer the aggression to her instead. She wasn’t ready to hear whatever excuse her friend had for this girl who to her was nothing but a disappointment.

A few months later, Lydia’s school went on strike and the students were forced to vacate the campus. The intended one month strike became indefinite and they, at the end spent five good months at home. Judith was happy to finally return to school after such a long holiday. She couldn’t wait for Lydia to return…she kept going to and fro her room, disappointment written on her face each time she met Lydia’s room empty.

Hours became days and days became weeks yet, no sight of Lydia. Both Judith, the entire class and Lydia’s fellowship members were at this point worried sick as all effort to reach her both on the phone and via physical questioning of people they felt were closer to her yielded no fruit as no one had her address.

Meanwhile, Lydia was at home, the words of her friend echoeing in her head: “this could have happened to anyone”. If only I had Known, if only I had been more careful…I walked into the Lions den with my eyes wide open! Frank’s motives were crystal clear, yet I walked right into it, thinking I had a thick skin…how could I have thought myself infallible? Falling in love isn’t the cause of this misery, tempting myself is! Lydia lamented, tears flooding down her cheeks.

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  1. Dera

    January 4, 2021 at 10:29 pm

    It's my first post in this platform and I will really like for you to drop your comment after going through the post, both for this one and for subsequent posts. Feel free to express yourself ?

  2. Joseph

    January 4, 2021 at 10:45 pm

    Wow. Sometimes throwing blames on others can come easily…but we ourselves can be victims too

  3. Unknown

    January 5, 2021 at 4:35 am

    An interesting story, keep it up Dear… Found it captivating till the last word..

  4. Fimbar

    January 5, 2021 at 6:03 am

    Nice story

  5. Victor

    January 5, 2021 at 8:47 am

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  6. Victor

    January 5, 2021 at 8:48 am

    Good read

    More Grace

  7. Dera

    January 5, 2021 at 9:32 am

    Thanks Victor

  8. Dera

    January 5, 2021 at 9:33 am


  9. Dera

    January 5, 2021 at 9:33 am

    Thanks dear

  10. Dera

    January 5, 2021 at 9:34 am

    Exactly! It's just a matter of letting God lead u

  11. Anastesia

    January 5, 2021 at 9:46 am

    Nice one

  12. Victor

    January 5, 2021 at 9:55 am

    I love this. Keep up the great work. Iferika

  13. Dera

    January 5, 2021 at 10:06 am

    Thanks dear

  14. Dera

    January 5, 2021 at 10:07 am

    Thanks dear

  15. ViKtorSobe

    January 5, 2021 at 10:59 am

    One thing I have learnt, the world is not always cause and effect, bad things happen to good people and good things happen to bad people.

    I personally make excuses for people once the beans is spilled.

    A good write up young Lady. Keep it up.

  16. ViKtorSobe

    January 5, 2021 at 10:59 am

    One thing I have learnt, the world is not always cause and effect, bad things happen to good people and good things happen to bad people.

    I personally make excuses for people once the beans is spilled.

    A good write up young Lady. Keep it up.

  17. Dera

    January 5, 2021 at 11:07 am

    That's another good way of approaching situationships like this.
    Thanks for that!

  18. Obi4Christ

    January 5, 2021 at 1:41 pm

    Keep it up, dear.

  19. Unknown

    January 5, 2021 at 2:24 pm

    Very interesting and educating.
    Keep it up baby.

  20. vicgenius

    January 5, 2021 at 3:52 pm

    Good one

  21. Dera

    January 5, 2021 at 4:37 pm

    Thanks dear

  22. Dera

    January 5, 2021 at 4:37 pm

    Thanks dear

  23. Dera

    January 5, 2021 at 4:39 pm


  24. Harrison

    January 5, 2021 at 10:32 pm

    It's nice

  25. Dera

    January 5, 2021 at 10:43 pm

    Thank you

  26. Unknown

    January 6, 2021 at 3:08 am

    This is just interesting.
    Your inspired stories will soon be a household name,amen

  27. Dera

    January 6, 2021 at 9:42 pm

    Amen o
    Thanks dear

  28. Insight

    January 10, 2021 at 8:19 am

    Waow , I am happy about the short story , you are doing well

  29. Dera

    January 10, 2021 at 9:42 am


  30. Akuoma

    February 10, 2021 at 8:30 pm


    • Dera

      February 10, 2021 at 10:06 pm

      Thanks for reading dear

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And we made it, second half of 2021!




Grateful heart, all that we possess, all that we feel, all that we can think of.

The year 2021, the year we had entered, not sure of what to expect, not sure if we will make to the next day.

A year we had entered, filled with nothing but fear, terrified by what we couldn’t control, scared of what might come next.

Gradually it went by, speeding as much as it could, driving us to our various destinations.

Now we are here, the second half of the year, healthy and bubbling, enjoying the ride, as we keep moving.

In the midst of all these, only one feeling is sure: a grateful heart!

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The uproar in the court room was immediately silenced as Judge Iheme made his way in, his face expressionless as usual. The Clerk immediately performed his duty and everyone was almost simultaneously on their feet, waiting for the Judge to settle down.

The days proceedings began shortly after, with the swearing in of the accused who was also the first witness on the plaintiff’s list. Mrs. Mornica Dogoyaro was sworn in and asked to enter the witness box. The marks on her face still very distinct and evident.

The deep bass voice of Judge Iheme filled the court room once more, drawing everyone’s attention away from the accused and back to himself. “Mrs Mornica, you have been accused of taking laws into your own hands by the single act of murdering your husband, Mr. Dogoyaro. Murder, I’m sure you know is a capital offense. How do you plead?” He asked, readjusting his glasses as though to get a better look at the accused in front of him.

“Not guilty your honor”, came the calm but terrified voice of Mrs Mornica. Even though she was innocent, she knew it was going to be a tough battle, if at all she stood a chance of wriggling out of this steaming escapade in one piece. She didn’t know much about the law, the lawyers and the proceedings of the court but she has always been a very observant person. The look on her Attorney’s face when he sighted the plaintiff’s Lawyer was enough to double the fear that had already filled a huge chunk of her system.

The incident came afresh in her memory. It had been one of those worrysome afternoons when her husband got angry over nothing. He had stormed into the house, screaming her name like she had caused him a tankful of fraustration. He had descended on her the moment he laid eyes on her. It wasn’t the first time neither was it the second. She was fast becoming his punching bag,a place where he let loose his anger, a place where he vented his fraustration.

Mornica had scurried off the moment the chance presented itself. She had run without looking back. She could remember hearing her husband’s footsteps for a short while as he chased after her. She had gone straight to her friend’s house to seek solace. Grace hasn’t only been a friend but had also become a sister. She has always been there for her like a sister would. Some persons in the past had in fact refused to accept the story of them not being related. The police had come to Grace’s house an hour after the incident to arrest Mornica for the murder of her husband.

With the marks and even the black eye from the beating still evident, how then could these people still acuse her of killing her husband?

She stood in the witness box, fighting so hard to hold back the tears. If anyone had told her that she would be tried for the death of an abusive and battering husband, she would have called the person a liar. She managed to tell the story, at least, the ones she remembered. Everyone in the court room pointed accusing fingers at her. They insist she was the last person seen in her husband’s premises prior to the incident.

Some witness, a young woman whom Monica could swear she had never seen in her life had testified, her testimony in synchrony with all that Mornica had been alleged of. The Judge adjourned the case with an advise that the defense counsel put in more work on the case as all they have done so far is hear say, with no concrete evidence to support his claims.

The days that lay between that first hearing and the next where not just tragic but traumatic for Mornica. She cried her eyes out, day in, day out.

The worst of her fears was confirmed when Judge Iheme, after taking the second and final hearing, having observed due process sentenced Mornica to life imprisonment according to section 33 of the Nigerian Constitution.

The arrival of the autopsy result Mornica’s Attorney had requested for but had been told that it wouldn’t be ready that day was all that was needed to turn the case around. The single most important evidence she needed to vindicate herself. It turned out her husband had died of ruptured coronary artery aneuyrism.

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The flowers in the garden blossomed in synchrony with the fruits in the orchard as the cool weather graced its magical effect on them. It was that time of the year when Ella Thompson didn’t have to go through the stress of watering the flowers nor the tiring periods of checking on the orchard to ensure they don’t wither. Her daughter, Beverly was always helpful whenever she was around. She had grown so attached to her grandmother that she always preferred to spend time with her, especially her holidays.

As Ella walked across the garden, inhaling the sweet fragerance of the rose flower, the Memories of Beverly’s father flooded her mind. She could still remember how they met. It had been a very sunny afternoon and she had strolled up and down Beverly hills with no luck on locating the address she had. Tom, Beverly’s father had taken note of how she wandered and had offered her a helping hand.

They had gotten well acquinted and their relationship soon blossomed like they had known each other for years. Ella was then a beautiful young lady, smart and friendly. It was difficult for any man who came close enough to drift away. Now that she thought about it, it seemed the reason Tom didn’t want to let go even when he realized she was pregnant. He had categorically told her that he wanted nothing to do with the baby yet he wanted their relationship to never see its end. She had even named her daughter “Beverly” an inscription of the place they had met, on a bid to get Tom to change his mind and accept her, yet nothing!

Ella had been heartbroken and worse. She couldn’t describe the feeling that piled up in her chest especially when she discovered that Tom was married with children. She had taken it upon herself to pay the family a visit in pretence to be new in the neighborhood and in need of a job to at least feed from. She had been told that Tom’s wife was not just beautiful but kind, a report she had refused to believe until she met her. “Why would a person in his right mind want to cheat on a woman like this?” She found it difficult to believe.

She wept as the Memories flooded, her emotions getting heavier by the minute. The wail was like none she could remember. The pain came afresh like it was yesterday. “Why did Tom do this to me? I had tried to keep a straight path since I was a little girl…I don’t deserve this treatment” she cried in between each sentence. The pain in her chest tightened into a big knob making it difficult for her to continue crying.

As she lay at one side of the garden, she drifted into a deep thought. Its been five years since the incident with Tom. Five years of having to both deal with the pain and also fight off Tom. For some funny reason he had not let her rest. His inceasant calls had made Ella change her line. She had threathened to call the cops on him the last time he barged into her house-the only reason he had given her daughter and herself some moments of peace. She knew how much she loved him. Moreso was the fact that if she was ever going to get over him, she had to ensure that all ties between them were cut.

For five years she had wallowed in self pity, hung her head in public, felt like the end had come for her. For five years she had waved off every man that tried to come close. For five years she had avoided close relationships with anyone, burying herself deep in her little farm work. She was fast becoming that alone tree in the forest with no one to talk to. Maybe her recent choices drifted her daughter into the arms of her mother.

She took a deep breath, stood up from the ground and dusted her clothes. It was time to brace up. Time to soak herself once again in the glorious feel of the sun and let it rain its magical strength on her skin every morning-something she always looked forward to. It was time to pick up from where she left off. The thought alone made her feel so good that she smiled. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt that good. She couldn’t wait to bring Beverly home!

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