My name is Fredick, and I am writing this from behind cold iron bars, where time no longer moves forward it only circles around my regrets. Prison teaches you one thing very well: how to remember. Every night, I remember the man I used to be, the dreams I carried, and the mistake that ended everything. Before prison, I was not poor. I had ₦1.3 million saved from years of hustling, failed...

Prince Adewale (POV) I left her quarters troubled. This was not how things were meant to be. A servant falls sick; the palace moves on. That was the rule. That was the way. Yet I could not shake the image of her lying there—small, exhausted, fragile in a way she never allowed herself to be while standing. That night, I barely slept. King Adeyemi (POV) News travels fast in a palace....

The Child of a Hidden Bloodline   My name is Aishat.   I am twenty four years old now, living in Abuja where the city never truly sleeps. Cars hiss past my window at night like restless spirits, and sometimes when the traffic slows and the air becomes still, memories return without warning. When they do, my chest burns the way hot palm oil burns skin. Slowly. Deeply. Leaving scars...

The Indiana Pacers bounced back in style with a 116-107 win over the Oklahoma City Thunder, claiming a 2-1 series lead in the NBA Finals. It was a night of dominance, hustle, and clutch plays as Indiana reasserted control in the title race. Game 4 promises fireworks! @AFP

  One year after the day my world collapsed, I woke up to sunlight instead of sorrow. The morning air felt lighter, almost celebratory. I stood by my window, watching the city slowly come alive, and for a moment, I let myself remember the girl I used to be the one who thought losing everything meant losing herself. I smiled softly, because she had no idea how strong she would become. My...