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2026-01-29 09:40:32
When Wealth Wasn’t Enough
I was born into comfort no, into excess. Anything I wanted appeared before I finished asking. New phones, designer bags, weekend trips, private lessons my parents never said no. In my world, money spoke before I did, and people listened. I walked through school like a queen, proud, arrogant, rude when I felt like it, and unapologetically beautiful. I knew it. Everyone knew it. Except him....
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2026-02-07 03:28:44
ADEBIMPE (Episode 16)
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....
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2026-01-30 14:16:08
Borrowed Cloth, Stolen Peace
My name is Amara, and this is the story that taught me that betrayal does not always come from enemies. Sometimes, it sleeps beside you, laughs with you, and calls you “best friend.” Lola and I had been friends for seven years. We met in secondary school and grew together into adulthood. People used to say we were inseparable. We shared secrets, dreams, pains, and even clothes....
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2026-01-23 11:31:12
Frying Puff-Puff to Pay My School Fee (A Life of a Struggling University Student)
By the time the alarm rang at 4:30 a.m., my hands already smelled of oil. I was a university student by registration number, but by reality, I was a puff-puff seller before sunrise, a student by day, and a tired dreamer by night. This was not the life I imagined when I first received my admission letter. I had pictured neat lecture halls, carefree laughter, late-night study groups, and the...
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2026-01-23 09:09:50
Poverty Made Me Do This
I never planned to cross that line. As a child, I believed honesty was something you carried no matter how empty your pockets were. But poverty has a way of bending beliefs, of whispering justifications into your ear when hunger becomes louder than morals. I grew up in a tin-roofed house that rattled when it rained. My mother worked as a cleaner, my father disappeared early into my childhood,...
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2026-01-29 13:04:33
Shadow of my own making
I was born the kind of girl people whispered about, though never to my face. Jealousy was in my blood, like a pulse I could never control. My sister, Nneka, had everything I wanted: beauty that turned heads, intelligence that earned praise, and a life that seemed effortless. And me? I was always in her shadow, no matter how hard I tried. The envy started small resentful glances, bitter...
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2026-01-29 15:12:56
The Bruises I Couldn’t Hide
I never imagined that love would be the thing that ended my life. When I married my husband, I believed I had finally found safety. He was charming, confident, and protective in ways that felt comforting at first. He spoke softly in public, held my hand tightly, and promised to always take care of me. I mistook control for care. I mistook fear for love. The first time he hit me, it was not...
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2026-01-22 11:43:19
The Hairdresser Who Didn’t Allow Customers to Use Mirrors
In a bustling town, there was a hairdresser named Amina, famous for styles that seemed to flow naturally from her hands. She never owned a mirror, not even a small one. Customers often asked, puzzled, “How do you know what it looks like?” She would smile mysteriously and say, “I see with my hands, not with my eyes.” At first, people were skeptical. Some left worried...
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