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ODODO DRIBBLE BASSA PEOPLE AS ROAD CONSTRUCTION EQUIPMENT REMOVED FROM SITE AFTER GROUNDBREAKING CEREMONY

A few days ago, Bassa LGA was agog as the Lamba Government of Ahmed Usman Ododo deployed contractors to site to commence the long awaited reconstruction of Odenyi -Oguma road.

It's on record that of all the total kilometers radius of Bassa LGA, no part of the roads in the LGA will you see a sign or a complete 100 meters of tarred section of the road. You can't see it anywhere in Bassa.

As we speak, last week, the contractors only graded less than 1k from Odenyi to a community called odulu.
They have moved all their equipments out of the site.

This makes it the second time Bassa people are being dribbled.
They commenced the same road before the 2023 Governorship elections and evacuated the equipments after the results were declared. The same thing with the flagged off of Shintaku to Odenyi road.

The question now on the lips of Bassa people is, when will Government genuinely remember them?

Mirabel came back from work and saw the apartment door locked. But there was someone inside the apartment.

She knocked severally but no one came out to open the door.

She stood outside for thirty minutes before someone finally came and opened the door.

A sh!rtless man came and opened the door. Who are you? Mirabel asked the man.

My name is Tobe. I'm Esther boyfriend. The guy replied as he gave way for Mirabel to come in.

Where is Esther? Mirabel asked the guy. She is washing up. The guy replied.

It was obvious that they just finished having séx. The guy stayed in the living room why Mirabel went into the bedroom to drop her bag.

That was when Esther came out of the bedroom. Babe you are back already. Esther said to Mirabel. Yeah, Yeah. I'm back. Mirabel replied. I didn't know you will come back so early. You must have met my boyfriend. Esther said. The guy in the living room? Mirabel asked. Yes he is. He came into town. But he will be leaving tomorrow. Esther said.

It's all good. Mirabel said. Thank you for understanding. Esther said. No problem. Mirabel replied.

Why would she even be angry when she was just squatting with Esther.

She just went to the bathroom and had her bath. She came out and dressed up in her nightie.

Where will your boyfriend sleep? Mirabel asked Esther. The bed of course. The bed is big enough to contain three of us and even more. Esther said. No I need to give you guys your privacy. Mirabel said. We have done everything we want to do. So you don't have to worry. We will all sleep on this bed. Esther said.

Mirabel didn't buy the idea at first, sleeping on the same bed with her friend and her boyfriend? But at the end she agreed to it. But obviously that night was a long night. As they were asleep. Tobe started touching Mirabel inappropriately as his hands wanted to go down to her p***y. Mirabel woke up immediately and started scrēaming. She landed a heavy slap on Tobe. That made Esther wake up.

What is it? Esther asked Mirabel.

Not only when someone is death that you celebrate 🎂♥️♥️
Celebrate him when he is alive
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Story For AduIt Only
One day. A woman name Anna lost her husband in a car accident. And even since then, she grew hatred towards her child. It happened that she was pregnant when she lost her husband, who was struggling hard to raise money for their unborn child. But one day he had accident and died.

After his death, Anna blamed her little child for the death of her husband.

She put the baby on the bed and whispered harsh words to it, “You d0nt deserve to live, You little w!tch! I regret holding you in my stomach now you make me loose my loving husband, I will never forgive you!” Anna said.

Anna never cared for the child. She goes to the market leaving the chi!ld to cry. instead of bathing the child properly, she would rather pour c0ld water on the ch!ld making it feel cold and shocked.

One of her friends has advised her to Have pity on the innocent baby but she never listened. “ that child was the reason I lost my husband, I can’t!” She will say.

While another of her friends, Angel, will advise her to maltreat the ch!ld the more.

In fact, later on Angel began to give Anna bad advice, she took Anna to night parties and left the innocent baby alone at the house, crying with no one to comfort it.

Anna met new friends at the party, drank and dance, left the ch!ld alone in the lonely house, not even bothered.

“Look this rich men wil pay you millions just to for one n!ght!” Angel advised.

“No are you telling me to become a toy for rich men?” Am married!” Anna replied as they talk at the party.

“Married to who? Your husband is long dead, you need to enjoy life again,” Angel advised.

She convinced Anna until Anna joined her in her bad business with men. In fact, Anna completely forgot she had a child. She was just focus on new business.

In fact, she brought men into her home, while her ch!ld cry, “Donr mind that stup!d child!” She would tell them.

Collect money from them and made her late husband’s house a place for ev!l doings. But something happe

My Mother-in-Law Turned Into a Black Bird and Carried My Newborn Baby
Episode 1

The wind howled outside like a hungry spirit, slapping the windows with such force that even the curtains trembled. My wife Ebere had just given birth to our first child after four long years of waiting, trying, crying, and burying three tiny caskets we never thought we’d see again. It wasn’t just childbirth—it was war, a spiritual one, and we didn’t even know where the bullets came from. But this one, this child, came out screaming, clutching at life like she refused to die. Her tiny fists curled around my pinky finger, her eyes open wide, and the moment she wailed for the first time, I felt something ancient and unexplainable snap into place inside me. We had agreed that no one would know about this birth. No friends. No relatives. No phone calls. Nothing on social media. We even used a different hospital outside town just to be safe. That was Ebere’s idea—she said her mother must never know, at least not until the eighth day. I never really asked why she feared her so much. I always just thought it was trauma from her childhood, but after everything we’d gone through, I didn’t ask questions anymore. I obeyed every instruction like scripture. The delivery went well. Our daughter was healthy. We paid cash and left the hospital that same night before anyone could gather too much information. The nurse who helped us deliver the baby said something strange as we left, though. She looked over her shoulder and muttered, “I hope you’re not taking her through the back gate… some things wait in the dark.” I thought she was just being dramatic. Maybe she watched too many horror films. We got home around 11:32pm. The moment we opened the door, I felt something cold rush past my legs, like a gust of air—but there were no windows open. I turned sharply, but there was nothing there. Ebere stepped inside and whispered a short prayer before walking straight to the baby’s crib. She placed the child ge

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HE DIED AT 11 ON HIS WAY TO WAEC EXAM AND THIS HAPPENED

they called him miracle—not because he was born under special signs, but because he survived things no child should. malaria that nearly took him at age 3. an accident at 6 that left a scar over his eyebrow. hunger, abandonment, and yet—he never stopped smiling. miracle was 11 years old, but everyone said he had the soul of an old man. wise. calm. full of hope.

he lived with his grandmother in a small room beside the railway tracks. every morning before school, he sold sachet water by the junction just to afford his uniform and books. yet despite the hardship, he was always first in class.

so when the waec exams approached, the whole community came together. someone bought him new sandals. the church gave him a small bag. and miracle promised them all, “i’ll make you proud.”

but fate had other plans.

on the morning of the exam, miracle woke up early, dressed neatly, and kissed his grandmother goodbye. she gave him a small bag of puff-puff. “for energy,” she smiled. he smiled back. “i’ll come home with good news.”

he never did.

on the way to the exam center, he tried to cross a busy road, as he’d done a hundred times before. but this time, a reckless truck, over-speeding and overloaded, didn’t see him. didn’t stop.
miracle’s body was found lying still, bag torn, sandals scattered, the waec slip clutched tightly in his tiny hand.

news spread fast. the exam hall waited, then went silent. the teacher who invigilated had to leave the room and cry in private.
his grandmother collapsed when she heard. “he promised me!” she wailed, clutching his small shirt to her chest. “he said he’d come back!”

and then—something strange began to happen.

the night after his burial, the headmaster saw lights on in the school’s exam hall. but no one was inside.
the watchman said he kept hearing footsteps—small, hurried, like a child running late.
then, one of the waec supervisors, reviewing answer sheets, came across a script

EPISODE ONE: The Tree That Cried Blood

The sun rose slowly over the quiet village of Umuoka. Birds sang in the trees. Women came out of their huts with their brooms, sweeping the compound as they did every morning. Children ran around with sleepy eyes, laughing and shouting.

But something was different that morning.

As the people walked to the village square to fetch water or buy food, they saw something strange. The old iroko tree that stood in the middle of the square was bleeding. Yes, blood—real, thick, red blood—was flowing from its big trunk. It ran down the bark and touched the ground like a wound.

People screamed.

“What is this?” shouted Mama Ejima, the pepper seller.

“Blood is coming out of the tree!” cried a little boy.

The village square became full of people. Everyone came to look. Some touched the blood and looked at their fingers. It was warm and thick—just like human blood. Some people ran back to their homes in fear.

The chief of the village, Chief Okafor, was called. He came quickly, wearing his red cap and holding his staff. His eyes grew wide when he saw the tree.

“This is not normal,” he said in a strong voice. “No tree should bleed. Call the medicine man now!"

My mother-in-law turned into a fly to kill my baby!

Whenever my wife gives birth to a baby, a strange fly will appear from no where, fly round the room, and then disappear. As soon as the fly disappears, the baby would die.

This was a recurring pattern, and I have witnessed it during the six times our six children died!

When my wife got pregnant for the seventh time, I called my mother who was back in the village in Nigeria to tell her the good news. As usual, she was joyous and very happy, as she even asked me to give the phone to my wife so that she could speak with her. During their discussion, my mother congratulated my wife, going as far as praying for her and the life of the baby.

The pregnancy journey went smoothly and our hopes were high. Months later, it was time for delivery, as my wife gave birth to a bouncing baby boy!

We were discharged from the hospital that night amidst our joyous celebration, as our hopes were high!

As soon as we stepped into our living room and relaxed on the cushion after returning back from the hospital, The strange huge fly came again!

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