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17/01/2025

THE DAUGHTER OF TWO FAITHS : Coming out soon, Be ready for chapter ONE by 21:00pm.

17/01/2025

SHADOWS OF SHAME 6 finale

"We found out the sickness I had and I'm working on it" I said to him and he looked surprised...

"Sickness,what kind of sickness made you bedwet till the age of twenty nine" he asked me..

"I'm not going to discuss this with you," I said, trying to maintain my composure.

"But why not? I deserve to know," he pressed on, his voice firm laced with curiosity.

"Because it's none of your business," I said, feeling a surge of defensiveness.

"You have to open up and help others that are passing through Similar situations, one of your elder sisters is in a Similar condition" he said..

"Why are they here?"...

"I don't know they all came to my house yesterday evening demanding they want to see you" he replied...

"How did you know I lived here?"..

"I asked questions and people directed me here, that's not the point now, they point is you need to come back home"...

"Did you find out I started working and got a car?"...

"That's the point,when I heard about it,we were so happy about that,we didn't know you could.." he said but I cut him off from there...

"You didn't know I could amount to anything right?,you guys only come closer when you see the success of someone,I wasn't important to you guys, I was maltreated and I left the house, no one looked for me,you didn't care if I was dead or not and of course I know you told my mother about my sucess that's why she had to come to the city,if I was dead she didn't care,if I was kidnapped nobody cared,because I had a problem no one tolerated except my mother here" I said referring to my foster mother...

"She is not your mother, remember your mom brought you to the city here,don't forget all she did for you" he said to me...

"I'm going to see her and thank her for making me to see a real mother who cared and stood for me despite the shame I brought upon her" I said and he shook his head with a look of defeat...

"She is suffering at least she needs your help, I need your help if you could lend me a loan,your sister needs help, we need your help please..what could be the cause of your sickness" he asked...

"I'm not giving you any loan, and I'm not discussing my sickness with you," I said firmly, feeling a mix of anger and resentment.

He sighed, "Fine, but please, for the sake of your mother and sister, come back home and help them."

"I'll think about it," I said, trying to sound neutral.

He nodded and handed me a piece of paper with his phone number. "Call me when you're ready to talk."

As he turned to leave, I stopped him. "Wait, what's wrong with my mother?"

He hesitated before answering, "She's not well"

I felt a pang of guilt, but I pushed it aside. "I'll think about it," I repeated.

He nodded and left..
As I watched him go, I turned to my foster mother, who had been quietly observing the conversation

"What do I do?" I asked her.

She put a gentle hand on my shoulder
"family is complicated, and sometimes, forgiveness and understanding are necessary for healing."

■♤■♤■ story aside
If you know anyone having a problem of wetting the bed or you're a victim, even as a teenager,Adult, married or old...
Bedwetting, also known as nocturnal enuresis, is a common issue that affects many people, especially children, but also adults..
👇👇this helps
Avoid caffeine, ni****ne, and alcohol, which can exacerbate bedwetting...

Use a bedwetting alarm to train the brain to wake up..

In rare cases, surgery may be necessary to address underlying medical conditions.

Use Cranberry, chamomile, and peppermint teas this help soothe the bladder and reduce bedwetting.

Avoid foods that can irritate the bladder, such as spicy or acidic foods.

16/01/2025

When I lost my job, I returned home to my wife with hope that we could both plan together how we would manage the money I had in my account; four hundred and seventy thousand naira. That was all. When my boss came and announced that he was trimming down staff because he could not pay salaries anymore, all my mind went to that money. What could we do with it?
“So, what are you going to do now?” my wife asked. She had never worked all her life and when I suggested that she should look for a shop a year before, we almost quarreled over that. All that she loved to do was to sit and watch home videos. I had often told her that income ought to come from more than one source but she would react as if I was inflicting her with some kind of pain.
“This is the time we must think,” I said coldly. “Please think of what you can do. We must both put heads together to get out of this situation. Please tell me what you can do so we can plan. There is hunger in the land.”
She did not say anything. She just sat there in front of the TV watching a Zeeworld movie.
It was obvious that I was on my own. My wife never cared how the family income came in. As far as she was concerned, the kitchen must be stocked with food. There should be enough money for shopping. There must be fuel in the car at all times so she could act as the wife of a rich man and drive the kids to school in it. Everything must move perfectly but how I got the money to run the home was none of her business.
When I sensed that she was not interested in helping me grow rather she would nag and whine over everything, I went into my room to think of the way forward. I slept afterwards and awoke later in the evening. By that time, my three boys were already back from school.
“We are going to sell the car,” I announced suddenly when I joined her in the sitting room. “It is liability. The children will change school immediately. Thank God the term has just begun. They will go to a public school.”
She was now breathing loudly and her face red with rage. I knew she was definitely going to put up a fight because no one loved comfort and luxury like she did.
“You want to take my kids to a public school?” she threw in ire. “That will not work Gyang. It will not work. Over my dead body for my kids to go to a public school! Over my dead body!”
The way she said those words made me sick. She had never contributed to the growth of the family financially yet she would want to decide how things would go.
“You are saying over your dead body, are you the one that pays their school fees?”
We almost had a fight over the issue that day. She said she would not let me sell the car because neighbours would laugh at her. She was not going to take the children to a public school because the neighbours would mock her. Nothing I said made sense to her. That evening, she hid the car keys. I called my father and he advised that I keep num and pray about the issue. That was exactly what I did. I began to think about what kind of business I could do with the four hundred thousand naira in my account. The more I thought about it, the more I got confused.
The next day was a Saturday, I decided to take a walk around town and I found a used Danfo with the ‘for sale’ sign on it. I began to think. It was still in a very perfect condition. I decided that if I gave it to a good and honest driver, he could bring back good returns to me.
Upon inquiry, I was told that it was six hundred thousand naira.
“Somebody price am for five eighty but we no gree sell am.” I was told.
The bus was still in a very good condition. It was actually used by a school before it was painted into a commercial bus colour. I wished at that particular moment that I had the complete money.
“Can you take four hundred and fifty thousand naira and give me a week for the balance?” I asked the seller.
“Okay, I will ask the madam wey want to sell am. If she gree, I go call you.”
I gave him my phone number. The next day, I was summoned after service by the bus owner. The woman agreed to sell. She was willing to give me two weeks to bring the balance of one hundred and fifty thousand naira.
“You can go with the bus so long you are sure that the cash will come in two weeks,” the Danfo owner told me.
Her trusting me and handing me all the papers humbled me greatly.
I brought the bus home that evening and when my wife saw it, she began again in her usual manner to rant.
“So, a graduate like you now wants to become a Danfo driver? Agbaya! What a shame!”
I did not say anything to her rather I parked the bus and left. The next day, against my wish, she took the kids in the car to school. On her way back, it developed a mechanical fault. She left the car at Maryland and sent me an SMS.
THE CAR IS BAD. I HAVE PARKED IT AT MR. BIGGS IN MARYLAND. MEET MARY FOR THE KEY. YOU CAN NOW SELL IT IF YOU LIKE.
II was with a friend who brought me a driver for the Danfo when I got the SMS. Quickly, we rushed to Maryland in the new bus and with it we towed the car to a nearby mechanic workshop. It was sold at a give-away price a week later. From there, I paid the one hundred and fifty thousand naira debt on my neck.
Now, without a car to pose and brag about with, my wife practically stayed indoors all the time. I advised her to go and learn how to sew because I had a tailor friend who was willing to teach her for free but she declined. When I eventually took the kids to the public school, she flared up.
“I hope you are the one that will be taking them and bringing them back from school because I will never step my foot into that school.”
I could not believe that my wife would utter such words because she was from a very poor home. She would not have been able to complete her secondary school if not that I had come to seek her hand in marriage. It was I who also saw her through college of education. Since then she had refused to work.
She became extremely proud when I bought the Audi for her to be conveying the kids to school. For a girl who grew up in a very poor home, her manners really surprised me. But I had vowed never to let neighbours hear our voices and for that reason, if she began to raise her voice, I would just remain calm or leave the house for her.
I began to cook, bathe the children and take them to school myself every day. My wife was too ashamed to do so. I overheard her telling a neighbour one day that it was because her car was at the mechanic that was why I changed the children’s school. I wondered why she had to tell such a white lie just to be thought rich. While all this was going on, I was still searching for a job and praying to God to change her.
But something very tragic happened a month after my kids resumed in school; the Danfo had an accident. A mechanic bought it from me for eighty thousand naira after many weeks. It dawned on me that I needed to fast and pray harder for God to intervene in my case.
That Friday I decided to visit a former classmate of mine, Pastor Ben in Akute. He had often invited me for prayers but I always give unnecessary excuses.
It was on my way back that I joined the wrong bus. About five of us who were passengers in the bus were taken by armed bandits into a forest. The money with me was taken away from me.
I spent four days there with the other passengers. Our abductors took our phones from us and left strict instructions that if we tried to escape, we would be killed by armed guards surrounding the forest. They left us with two bags of sachet water and a carton of gala sausage. I worried for my family. I worried about my kids. I remembered that when I was leaving the house that Friday morning to the mechanic workshop, I had a little misunderstanding with my wife who wanted me to give her three thousand naira for her hair.
Angrily, I reminded her that there was no food in the house and all she cared about was to spend three thousand naira on her hair.
“Do you have any conscience at all?” I queried.
“Gyang, don’t provoke me this morning,” she retorted. “When was the last time you gave me money to make my hair? Is it because I have been keeping quiet?”
That was when I muttered under my breath in anger; “One day you will look for me but won’t see me.”
That was the reason my wife did not raise any alarm when I did not return. She thought that I had carried out my threat. When on the first day I did not come back and the kids were very hungry, she gave them garri. That was the only thing in the house. The next day, she began to think of what to sell. The kids were crying. It was a Saturday. It had become obvious that I had indeed carried out my threat.
She thought of what to do. The only thing we had was a bag of garri. She was not going to watch her kids die of hunger. Survival instinct hit her instantly. Suddenly she measured the garri into white cellophane, tied them like sugar and began to sell to the neighbours.
It sold like hot cake. She was the first in my street to sell garri in such small measure. From the proceeds, she made soup for the children.
The fourth day when our gala and water had finished, we decided to try our luck and escape from the forest. It was then that we discovered that our captors had actually lied to us. There were no guards at all in the bush.
I returned miserably home to bemoan my fate but was glad to meet my wife selling garri in front of the compound and making profit from it. She’d sold the first bag and had gone to buy another. I was shocked. My four days away had extinguished her pride. That evening when I told her what had happened to me, she begged me to forgive her and promised never to nag again.
“I have realized that the fear of what people would say about us is the reason why most people are dying of hunger,” she said. “Many of us die in shame.”
It’s been seven months since my wife began to sell garri in front of the compound. She has added other food condiments to it. She is always counting money now and goes to buy from Ketu almost every day. She now has two commercial motorcycles that bring returns to her daily. For the past few months food had never been a problem in my house. Just last month after several job interviews, a job finally located me.
Now all is well with every member of my family and things are beginning to take shape.
(a true story)

16/01/2025

50 short rules for a better life:

1. No one knows what they’re doing. Some do it anyway.

2. Work hard on what doesn’t feel like work.

3. Your thoughts make up your life. Literally. If you don't enjoy thinking about it, don't spend time pursuing it.

4. To make new friends, treat strangers like you’ve been friends forever.

5. If you want to win awards, be the best. If you want to actually win, be the only.

6. Most people don’t need advice. They need one person to believe in them.

7. Meditate to upgrade your software. Work out to upgrade your hardware.

8. When you can't decide, the answer is obvious.

9. Pick one problem to solve this decade, and problems today get a lot easier.

10. The happiest people combine art, passion, and purpose, into one compounding vehicle.

11. Spend time with freaks. They have dashes of genius, madness, harshness and kindness. Authenticity doesn't live in the middle.

12. The world wants to know you for one thing. Do everything you want, but own one idea.

13. To be heard, don’t follow the herd.

14. Fill your mind with inspiration from the edges. Read old books. Walk new streets. Unique ideas starts with unique input.

15. People can ‘feel the energy you put into your work.

16. When you’re good, they tell you. When you’re great, they tell others.

17. If you’re following steps, you’re falling behind.

18. The more you’re hesitating to share it, the more you desperately need to.

19. Art is a marathon of creative sprints.

20. The more you write, the more you’re right.

21. Never apologize for doing something good for you, but strange for others.

22. The future of work is not 'play.' It's a relentless obsession with what sets your heart on fire. This isn't a game. It's war. With a beautiful, torturous craft that consumes your entire life.

23. If you’re being copied, you’re on to something.

24. Life is short. The world is small. You owe it to yourself, to bet everything on a dream you don’t want to wake up from.

25. Obsess over the details for a decade, and you will win.

26. When you’re predictably unpredictable, they pay attention.

27. Life gets easier when you fall in love with hard things.

28. Don’t ‘be’ things. Do things.

29. Working out without your phone will solve 99% of your problems.

30. If you're not obsessed with the future you're creating, create a new one.

31. If your problems were given to a friend, you’d know exactly what they should do.

32. When you’re stuck between two things, choose a third.

33. Happiness can be measured by how excited you are to wake up.

34. The more obsessed you are with your craft, the more relaxed you’ll be with your life.

35. If you think you need a haircut, get a haircut.

36. If you can make decisions quickly, and unemotionally, the world is yours.

37. Use technology more than it uses you.

38. If you want people to follow you, lead them somewhere.

39. Focus on art for a decade, and profit will come for a lifetime.

40. When you start enjoying pressure, you’re about to win big.

41. Most progress comes without a plan.

42. Everyone is dying to talk about *something.* Notice when their voice changes, when their eyes light up, and let them share that world with you. Make people feel seen for their obsessions.

43. Great writing isn’t read. It’s felt.

44. Use your dark side to make something bright.

45. True greatness is a rare combination of obsession, service, and patience.

46. Pain tells you exactly where to go.

47. Don't trust an ideas you 'think' of. The greatest ideas come to you. And you have no other choice.

48. Life's short. Go make stuff.

49. Put yourself in places you don't belong. One day, you'll end up where you want to be.

50. The number one rule: Break as many rules as possible.

Keep following
McRawlings

16/01/2025

SHADOWS OF SHAME 4

As my punishment I washed all the plates in the house and I left the house,after that experience I never visited anybody..
The girl spread the news to everyone in the estate that I was a bed wetter and how I ruined her birthday party..

I stayed on my own,and I studied hard when I got admission to a federal university,my foster mother rented a lodge for me outside campus to avoid embarrassing myself in the hostel...

One day after lectures one of my course mate,stopped me,because I always rushed back to my lodge after lectures so I had few friends...

"Hey I've always noticed that you're alone do you want to grab lunch with me, maybe we can get to know each other better" he said but I refused his offer, I just wanted to stay on my own and avoid further embarrassment..

"A friendly lunch" he persisted..

"I'm sorry, I am always busy" I said in order to save myself from his persuasion...

Then he insisted I give him my number...
That was how we started communicating, we communicated for over six months..
One evening I just returned from home,he came visiting..
I brought a chair outside for him to avoid him seeing my bed that that was soaked..,because it was just one room apartment I stayed in ..

"Why don't we go in?" He asked sitting down on the plastic chair I brought out for him..

"My room Is messed up" I said to him but he laughed it off..

"Ah ah,there's nothing there,I can even help you arrange it" he said standing up,but I stopped him from going further..

"You wouldn't understand, it's really messy,I would arrange it later" I said,obstructing him from entering my room..

"No problem,I wanted to tell you over the phone but I think is better I see you face to face and discuss with you" he said and I nodded my head curious about what he wanted to say..

"We have been talking for a long time and I want to really say that I like you and my mother had always wanted me to bring back a wife to her,because I'm her only son and I've been studying you for a while I really like you,I'm sorry if this might inconvenient you" he said but I looked away trying to hide my embarrassment and confusion..

"Did I say anything wrong?" He asked looking deeply at my eyes..

"I'm we can't work, I'm a..I'm a" I stammered not sure if I should tell him..

"You are what?"..

"I'm a bedwetter,I always wet the bed since I was a child and I don't want to be a burden on you" I said to him and his eyes shone with surprise..

"How old are you?" He asked me and I looked away,my lips quivered as I try to hold back my tears ...

"I'm twenty one" I said with a cloud of shame on my face..,but he held my hands reassuringly..

"We can overcome this together" he said holding my hands with a broad smile,that was how we began dating over two years, he introduced me to his parents and came to see my mother, I was in my final year, when....

One Saturday he called me to come over to his lodge and cook for him,I was very good at cooking but to avoid embarrassment I declined the offer because I knew he had two roommates who lived with him..

During noon I saw him standing outside my lodge..

"Please just come I'm coming back from the market, please come and cook for me in my lodge,my roommates are dying to see your cooking skills" he persuaded and if followed him immediately to his lodge...

I found out, he didn't buy some seasoning, so I decided to go and buy it, but he insisted on him buying it,his two roommates left to go and watch a match..

I cooked the chicken,as I was waiting for him..I was wondering what took him so long,I decided to read a book I saw at the head of his bed...

The smell of burnt chicken,woke me up and at that time I realized I slept off,I didn't know how I slept off, I began to panic when I saw smoke from the kitchen and the bed soaked with urine just then he stepped in with his friend

16/01/2025

Part 2: The Dangerous Snake Girl In School
The next day, during the math test, Nalia sat in the back, closing her eyes just enough to avoid suspicion. She murmured the words under her breath, a hiss so soft it blended with the hum of the classroom. Her spell reached out, like invisible tendrils, touching the minds of her classmates one by one.

A few students started to fidget, confusion flickering across their faces as they looked down at their papers. Nalia’s lips curled into a small, satisfied smile. She was careful, though, not to overdo it, only clouding their minds enough to make them second-guess their answers. By the end of the test, Nalia was almost giddy with triumph.

But as the weeks went by, Nalia’s jealousy only grew. She continued to cast her spells, and her classmates' scores began to drop noticeably. She loved the feeling of control, the power of knowing she could bend others to her will. It was exhilarating—until she began to notice someone watching her.

Ayo, her best friend since childhood, had been her confidant for as long as she could remember. But lately, Ayo had started giving her strange looks, his usually warm eyes shadowed with doubt. Nalia could feel the distance growing between them, but she ignored it, convinced that she could keep her secret safe.

16/01/2025

Part 1: The Dangerous Snake Girl In School
The snake girl that causes all her class mates to fail exams. She swear to fustrate all her class mates with so much wickedness.
No one know she was possessed by snake. she mostly walked alone, her eyes flickering nervously over her shoulder. She hated being here, surrounded by students who were noisy and oblivious, completely unaware of the abilities she kept hidden beneath her calm exterior.

Inside, Nalia was different—very different. Her mother had told her that she was blessed by ancient magic, born with the spirit of a serpent. She was proud of her powers but knew she had to hide them; humans would never understand. For years, she had remained unnoticed, an unremarkable girl at school who blended into the background, always careful to keep her true nature a secret

But everything changed when she started failing in her classes. No matter how much she studied, her grades kept slipping. Most of her class mates seemed to pass exams effortlessly. A small spark of jealousy had begun to grow inside her, and soon, it ignited into something more dangerous.

One day, while watching her classmates chat happily about an upcoming test, an idea slithered into her mind—a way to even the scales. Her mother had taught her a spell once, a simple enchantment that could cloud the minds of others. Perhaps, just this once, she would use it. Her classmates wouldn’t even know what happened, she reasoned, and maybe, just maybe, they will understand how it felt to struggle.

16/01/2025

💔😭MY UNCLE AND I 😭💔
EPISODE 1
My name is Deborah. A 15 year old girl of Family of 4 in Nimba Country .
It all started when I went to spend my 3rd term holiday in my Uncle's House in Gbarnga City . My Uncle is a banker. A successful one at it. At the same time, He is a womanizer. I have been told how Mrs Felicia endured his unfaithfulness for years. But that didn't bother me. After all, it is their family problem not mine.
One ugly Saturday, Mrs Felicia and her only daughter Rachael went to the market to get food stuffs and ingredients for soup and I was told to wash beans for moi moi. As I was doing it, I felt someone holding my waist from behind. At this point, I was scared. I looked back, it was my uncle. I felt relaxed. He asked Me to relax that he was playing with me. I didn't take it serious. After all, he is my uncle.
I continued with what I was doing as he went back to his room.
I heard my name from the Room, it was my uncle calling me. I left what I was doing and rushed inside. When I got to the room, he asked me to help him spread the bed sheet. As I tend to do it, he pounced on me from behind. At this point I started believing all the allegations against him.
I begged him to stop that I will never tell anyone but he refused. My uncle tore the clothes I was putting on, he couldn't even wait to remove it, he tore my Panties and Ra--ped me. He had s-x with me despite the fact that I was drenched in blood. He rap-d me until he was satisfied. After this incidence, he apologized that he was sorry he couldn't control himself at that point and that he never knew I was a virgin.
Ever since my uncle went down with me, He has been doing everything possible to satisfy me; There are times he will branch boutique from work and buy me Beautiful dresses. He treats me better than his only Daughter Rachael. Everyone now call me my uncle's favourite without knowing the story behind His sudden Princess treatment towards me.
Although, my Uncle's wife Mrs Felicia was suspicious. The way I walk changed, my body growth changed to what I can't explain myself.
She asked me what was wrong and I told her nothing as I was scared to tell her because my Uncle threatened that he would k--ll me if I ever tell anyone. I don't want to die so I pretend to be fine.
Few Weeks later, I noticed that I wasn't feeling fine. I was vomiting and I was scared. My Uncle's wife Suggested that she would take me to the hospital for test and treatment but my uncle Said she shouldn't bother that he would take me to their family hospital himself when he is going to work that morning.
As he has said, I followed him. It was there I got to know that I was A week pregnant. At this point, I hated my life, I hated myself. I felt like dying. He connive with the Doctor not to reveal what he discovered to anyone. Not even his wife.
We got home that day, He bought me Fried Rice and Chicken and gave me a pill to Take. I took the drug that day before going to sleep.
The next day soon arrived, My uncle's wife left very early to work with her Daughter Rachael.
My Uncle stayed behind as if he knew what would happen that day. I was ignorant of what the pill he gave me the following day was for until I started blee-ding. He took me back to the same hospital where I was treated and returned home before everyone else.
At this point I was tired of spending the rest of my Holiday in my Uncle's house.
I spoke with my dad that I wanted to come back home but He refused and insisted that I stay with my uncle for the rest of the holiday.
DONT BE A GHOST READER REACT AS YOU READ

15/01/2025

SHADOWS OF SHAME 2

When I got back home,my Aunty whom adopted me was so angry at the school, she immediately changed me to another school..

One Saturday she was traveling,so she decided to take me along, to prevent any embarrassment she bought a diaper, something that looked like a pampas, but it was large enough to be my size, so I put it on before we traveled because I always had the tendency of wetting myself if I travel for a long distance and sleep off...

I put it on and carried her bag jealousy till we reached the park,she loved me so much, but I was afraid when I saw my Aunty in the bus, the conductor separated I and my foster mother, I sat at the front while she sat at the back,I got scared the more when my Aunty was the one to sit beside me..

"Where have you been I've been looking for you,do you want to kill me" she asked but I kept quiet as though I didn't know her..

"When I get down you get down" she said but I ignored her still..

"Did you hear me?" She whispered..

"Leave me alone, I don't know you" I shouted as the conductor looked at two of us suspiciously..

"Stop shouting,you are following me down,your mother wants to kill me, she thinks I have used for a ritual or something,thank God I saw you today" she said but I avoided replying her as I bent my head on the bus praying that she stops disturbing me, and with that I can't tell how I drifted off to sleep..

The bus halted and the conductor began to shout..
"Who be dis person wey come p**s for my new motor" he said waking me up, I was already awake but I was ashamed to raise my head, that was why I pretended sleeping...

"Abi nah ur daughter" he said asking my Aunt who sat beside me,but she exclaimed immediately..

"Ah ah which kind of question is this naw,can I have this kind of person as a daughter, I came here alone oo" she said to the conductor as he hit me so hard and told me to stand up..
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