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 🔸 CLANDESTINE🔸  CHAPTER 2  Davis Moore always had a peculiar fashion sense. She loved a blue bow tie on a tight fitted white collar gown, and always looked sharp with her long dark hair packed up in a hair ruffle behind her back. "Oh Davie you look dashy!" Mama Freda praised her. She blushed. "thank you." She walked swiftly outside the house to the garage. "Davie!" Mama Freda called from the dinning room. "Mother?" She walked back into the house. "I was thinking you will take some toasted bread along." "That? No. There are no more dried fishes in the kitchen. How will I do that?" She pointed to the toasted bread in the fries basket. "Oh! I will get some on my way home." She felt sorry. "It's okay Mother." She turned back and turned around almost immediately. "Have a beautiful day at work." "You too Davie," She moved to the door "lots of love." Davie was already in her c...

 As a girl child, I started living with my unmarried uncle when I was 4 years old.  It was an early morning routine for Uncle Udeh to rush into the bathroom after grabbing baby pears oil from the plastic basket.  After a while,he whimpers and then turns on the tap to wash his hands.  Yesterday I poured the whole menthol liquid into the pears container since it was finishing.  In fact, to shorten the story,my uncle is in the hospital and the doctor said he needs a brand new manhood.  I know the meaning of man, what's does hood means? I must save my uncle 🥺🥺🥺🥺

                     Clandestine  CHAPTER 1 She did'nt like the sounds of moving vehicles so she always had her earphones on when left alone at home since their house was situated on a hilly ground by the road side just after the city's general hospital where Mama Freda,her mother,worked as a doctor. The house was a three storey building which initially was painted red but was replaced with a blue paint at her request after persistent persuasions.   It had a sunshade opposite the garage and low grasses decorated the exterior surfaces of the house. Rose flowers were grown in the window panes painted with white. The balcony on the 2nd floor had flower vases at it's four corners and a reading table placed beside the window,that was were she attended to pending tasks from the office. She occupied the position of a senior editor in Howells Publishers and her short curly hair was usually let loosed over her face except on ...

 ...Amah dances happily around the hospital bed with the new born baby in her hands. "She will be called Fate." Helen says forcing a smile. "I'll think of a surname later" she adjusts the wrapper tied around her breasts. "Let her be called Fate Tom Edo." Amah says laying emphasis on the middle name. She looks up in disgust "my daughter can't bear that rapist name!" "But why? that's her father's name." Helen rolls her eyes downwards searching the floor for nothing. She turns to her friend Amah,"my daughter will soon be an orphan." She covers her face. "What? You are not planning to kill yourself Helen." "He had AIDS, I stabbed him because he has infected me." "You killed Mr. Tom? You killed your own father?" "A father like Mr. Tom deserves to die many times."...✍️ ©️ Queensley Alfred

  This year in my school, students were busy gathering reading materials in preparation for their examination. Some students went back home to gather enough goodies back to school to sustain them throughout the examination period.  Most students already began night classes and some stayed back in their hostels to read, everyone started to be very busy. But unexpectedly,news came on the 14th of February that the members of ASUU are embarking on a month's strike by reason of their withheld allowances by the federal government. Every preparation came to a hault, expectations were turned down, and students were to return home for a whole month.  After I received the information that ASUU were going on a strike, instead of jubilating and being excited about it as my room mates were, I mourned silently. I didn't like the idea of going back home knowing what I was going home to face as the first and only daughter of the family. The other year 2020,that corona year, I had a lot ...

 I have tried to make this ready on time because it's pertinent and should be served fresh...jokes apart. Can I say that dreams are real? I wonder why I feel so, maybe because mine seems so real and it's really going on amongst us. This day, Sunday 22th of June, 5:30 am. I have a dream. Of course sometimes we dream dreams and everything in there seems so real so much that we don't remember that we are sleeping and what we're seeing is just a dream.  In my dream I saw my old class mates.. yes from my alma mater and I will be mentioning their names in this narration. I attended Apostolic Faith secondary school and over there we usually engaged in extra-curricular activities like debating, news broadcasting and singing, since it was a music school too.  Engaging in a competition with other schools, going on an excursion and what have you.  I'm particularly concerned with the latter. In my dream,we were in a classroom, Mid Town School apparently.  We were discussing...