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EVIL THAT MEN DO

Episode 1

A must-read story.

Non-fiction — written and edited by Prinx Library● 2024

At a very tender age of eight, there was an incident that transpired which I am definitely sure will remain in my memory till eternity. I have shared this story with quite a number of people who were deeply touched by it, and I have decided to share it with you, since you are here scrolling for something to read.

Here we go… hmmm, men are EVIL.

This story I’m about to share happened some seven to nine years ago in a town in the eastern part of Nigeria. To be precise, I was a witness to this incident because I lived in the same compound with the victim. Although I was a child when it happened, I can vividly recall everything.

We all lived in a face-me-I-face-you apartment—that was where I grew up. My parents were very poor, but thanks to God, they are now enjoying the taste of a better life.

In our compound, we had a next-door neighbor, Mama Nkoli, who later became a widow after her husband passed away in a ghastly car accident.

Mama Nkoli’s husband was a motorcyclist. On that unfortunate day, he left the house and never returned—neither with his legs nor his life. To cut the long story short, he was involved in a fatal accident and died before he was taking to the hospital.

From that day, Mama Nkoli became a widow.

After the funeral service in his hometown, she returned with her only daughter, Nkoli—and hardship began.

Most times, it was my mom who gave them food. But it’s not that Mama Nkoli was lazy—no, she wasn’t. She sold dry fish when her husband was alive. However, after his sudden dismise, she used both her capital and profits to fund his funeral, because none of his relatives were willing to help.
They were completely nonchalant.

So she gathered everything she had and ensured her husband was buried properly. But right after the funeral, everything backfired. She was left with nothing.
With no options, she began hawking sachet water on the streets just to survive.

The little money she made was not enough. She had bills to pay—rent, school fees, feeding, clothing—for both herself and her daughter. But the money could not meet her needs.

Poverty dealt with them mercilessly.
They became thin and weak, almost like skeletons due to hunger and suffering. It was only through the help of other kind neighbors, including my parents, that they sometimes got decent meals to eat.
Out of frustration, Mama Nkoli suffered a stroke.

At that point, she could not walk, talk, or even feed herself. She became completely paralyzed.
Things got worse.
Nkoli had to drop out of school to take care of her mother. She began begging on the streets,hawking water, doing all sorts of small jobs just to survive and get money for her mother’s treatment.

But it wasn’t enough.
She resorted to buying drugs from local herbalists, but nothing improved. Instead, her mother’s condition worsened.

Before anyone realized what was happening… Mama Nkoli died.

Her death shattered Nkoli completely.
She cried in deep pain and agony. Losing both parents left her emotionally broken. I remember several times she tried to take her own life.

One of our neighbors, Vivian, took her in temporarily until her mother’s funeral was over. After that, Nkoli was left all alone again.
To survive, she returned to hawking sachet water and doing small jobs, all while trying to continue her education.
Everyone pitied her.
She was just a child with a cruel fate.

It almost seemed like God wanted to bless her… but that blessing would soon be cut short by man. I still can’t understand how it all happened.

One fateful day, after a long and exhausting day, her sales were very poor. She was tired, frustrated, and hungry, thinking about how she would get food to eat.

On her way home, a car knocked her down.
The driver panicked, thinking he had killed her. Out of fear, he parked his car and rushed to check on her.

He found Nkoli lying unconscious on the ground.

When he realized she was still alive, he quickly carried her into his car and rushed her to the nearest hospital.

After examination, the nurse informed him that the doctor wanted to see him.

“Doctor!”
He called as he entered the office.

“Welcome, sir. Please have your seat,”
the doctor said.

“Doctor, is she alright?” He asked impatiently.

“There is nothing seriously wrong with her. The only issue is that she hasn’t eaten a proper meal for a long time, and she also has malaria,”
the doctor told him.

“Is that all?" He asked, relieved.

“Yes. But she looks very unkempt. Where did you find her?”

“I knocked her down with my car.”

“No—you didn’t. She collapsed due to hunger and malaria. Please make sure she gets proper food.”

“Alright, doctor. I’ll be going now.”

“Okay.” He got up from the chair and left the doctor's office.

When Nkoli received her results, she was relieved that she had no injuries. After thanking the man who brought her to the hospital, she was about to leave when he called her back.
He asked her a few questions—I don’t know what they discussed—but at the end, he gave her ₦30,000 to support herself.
Nkoli was overwhelmed with joy.

She went on her knees, thanking him repeatedly.

At that moment, it seemed like everything had finally turned around for her…
But it didn’t.

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A THOUGHT THAT BECAME A REALITY

Finale

I smiled sheepishly at my thoughts because they were ridiculous. I pictured myself having a spiritual wife, I would be a millionaire by now—having accomplished my dreams and gotten everything I wanted in life, including giving my parents a better life because they have been through a lot because of me.

“But what if they reject my wealth and say it is ill-gotten?” I asked myself. But then again, who cares? If they choose to remain poor, that is their business"

I continued to imagine how my life would be when I eventually become rich. Honestly, things were not alright with me, and I knew money could take me to where I wished and aspire to be. A lot was going on in my mind, and before I knew it, I dozed off.

I had a dream that night. In my dream, I was in my bedroom, working on a strange laptop.

Suddenly, a dark-skinned lady—quite average in height, with a curvy figure, blue eyes, and a pointed nose—shifted the curtains and walked into my room.

I wondered why she entered without knocking. I would have scolded her, but I couldn’t because she was extremely beautiful and attractive. So I stopped working and looked at her.

She walked to my bed and began unclothing herself. I wanted to react, but I kept quiet to see what she was up to. Soon, she was completely naked, sitting on my bed.

I couldn’t resist what I was seeing. I became aroused and walked towards her. I gently laid her on the bed and also unclad myself. Some hours later, I woke up feeling extremely tired and exhausted.

I noticed two strange things: my underwear was smeared with sperms, Though I remembered sleeping on the floor, I woke up on the bed—the exact position where the strange woman had been lying. That was mysterious.

I checked the time—it was 1 a.m. I went back to sleep since it was still night.

The same dream continued for two weeks non-stop. Every time I slept, I would be intimate with the same woman in my dream. It felt more real than a dream.

Gradually, I got used to it and even began to enjoy it.

“What can I do?” I asked myself. Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

So I accepted it the way it was. I thought maybe it would stop one day—but it never crossed my mind that I might have gotten married to a spirit woman.

Two weeks of continuous having the same dream, I bumped into Clifford one morning i was going for lectures, he was a notorious con artist in the university. He told me he was interested in me and wanted to recruit me into his group, but I refused. He kept persuading me.

The next day, he invited me to a restaurant where we had a very expensive and sumptuous meal. That was the day I realized that life is sweet with money—and without money, it is hard.

Clifford gave me ₦500,000 and pleaded with me to join his team, promising me high returns.

After my encounter with him that day, I accepted the money and agreed to join him.

That same evening, he drove me to my hostel so I could pack my belongings. Fortunately, Emeka was not around. I quickly packed my things, joined him, and we left.

That night, we went clubbing, we had so much fun.

In a space of one month, everything changed.
I stopped attending lectures. I continued having those wet dreams with the same woman. I got tattooed on my chest and leg, pierced my ears, and began making a lot of money. I had international clients and became deeply involved in the lifestyle.

I was no longer a regular student—I became a famous clubber and performer across cities.

I lied to my parents that my wealth came from shows, performances, and endorsements. At first, they doubted me, but later they believed me.

I bought a brand-new Mercedes for them and a Lexus Jeep for myself. I hired security personnel, got a personal assistant and a manager. I was even richer than Clifford.

This created tension between us, and I eventually moved out and bought my own furnished duplex.

Life was exactly how I had always imagined it.
But something went wrong.

Despite having money and everything I wanted, I noticed something strange in my final year.

Whenever I had in*******se with any woman, the woman from my dreams would attack me.

I would wake up with bruises all over my body.
Sometimes, I would be hospitalized. Other times, I would fall into a coma. And each time I slept, I would see her smiling wickedly at me.
The last time it happened, I had just left one of my fans’ houses. After everything, I got into my car and started driving, playing Yoga by Asake—my favorite song.
Suddenly, I lost control.
I crashed into a heavy-duty truck. My brakes failed, and the car went out of control, causing a terrible accident that claimed many lives…
Including mine.

THE END

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A THOUGHT THAT BECAME A REALITY

Chapter Three

The middle-aged woman narrated to me stories of people with spiritual predicaments. One of them included those who have a spiritual wife and spiritual husband. I have always heard about people who have a spiritual wife and husband, but I always took it to be cooked-up stories.

“Ma, do you believe that ghosts do exist?” I asked her,admist disbelieve.

“Of course, they are in existence, and you shouldn’t be asking that kind of question,if you're spiritually strong.” She told me.

“Ma, I don’t believe in any of those things. They are not real.”

“My boy, they are real. They are very real. Okay, so you don’t believe that ghosts do exist?”
She asked, looking straight into my eyes.

“That one is the worst of them all. Ghosts exist or whatever—if they truly exist, how many have I seen all my life?” I asked her sarcastically.

“See, if you haven’t seen one before doesn’t mean they don’t exist. They exist.”
She was trying to make me agree with her, but I was hell-bent.

“You believe in their existence, that’s why they exist to you. Moreover, have you seen one before?” I asked, my eyes wide open.

“I have seen more than one. I have had encounters with ghosts several times.”

“It’s because your mind believes they exist, that’s why they appear real to you.” I told her.

“You love to argue too much, boy.”

“I’m not arguing with you, but I’m making my point clear.”

“My boy, you are spiritually blind. And in the realm of the spirit, you can be harmed because of your ignorance.”

“I know I’m not that religious type, but at least I go to church on Sundays and pray before I go to sleep at night.” I spoke confidently.

“And that does not justify your spirit man or your life as a Christ-like.” She concluded.

“So, have you heard about spiritual wives and husbands before?” She asked me.

“Yes, I think so. I have heard about them.”

“Good. Do you believe they exist?”

“How can they exist? I have a question—how does one get a spiritual wife or husband?”
I asked curiosily.

“One gets a spiritual wife as soon as he indulges in a sexual act with a succubus—the female lust spirit. During the act, you tie a bond with her, which literally means you are married to her. The same applies to women—they get bound to a male spirit known as an incubus.”

“I heard that spiritual wives or husbands are kind and friendly and help their victims?”

“Yes, that might be true, but these spirits are the most envious and jealous beings. They can give you whatever you desire, but they hate to share their victims with the opposite gender. And one who has a spiritual spouse is likely to have children in the spiritual realm and is always sexually satisfied even without physical contact.”

I spent the rest of that evening. Arguing and debating with the middle-aged woman. I was sure she enjoyed my company, while I enjoyed hers. I left her kiosk late that night, and immediately I got home, fortunately there was electricity. So I turned on the fan, lay on the bed, and slept till early morning.

I brushed my teeth immediately I woke up and had a cool bath. dressed in one of my best outfits and left to buy some noodles from the woman’s kiosk. I bought noodles and eggs from her and hurried back to my apartment. I quickly prepared the it and ate.

When I came outside to knock on Emeka’s door, I was astonished to find out that he had already left for lectures. So I walked quickly to the lecture hall. Lectures went smoothly, and after class, while I was about to leave, one of the girls I exchanged contacts with the previous day walked up to me smiling.

“Hi, handsome.”

“Hi.”

“You look familiar. You know me?”

“Of course, have you forgotten we exchanged contacts yesterday?”

“Oh, I guess your name is Amarachi?”
I asked—and I guessed right.

We talked for a while before she told me she would like to come over to my place and stay till her roommates returned in the evening. I had no objection. We walked home together, and on the way, I bought noodles and eggs, which Amarachi prepared immediately we got to my self-contained apartment.

After eating, one thing led to another, and we both ended up on the bed. We made love several times during the night. I felt very different after the first time—I guess it was because I was still a virgin at that time.

Early the next morning, we had our bath together, dressed up, and walked to lectures.
After lectures, I returned home early because I wanted to go to the market to buy foodstuffs since I had been eating noodles for days. But as I was about to unlock my door, Emeka called me from his apartment. I went in to see him, and to my surprise, he had served me a portion of porridge yam—my favorite meal.

I ate it without hesitation, appreciated him, and returned to my room. I took my afternoon shower, lay on the floor staring at the ceiling, and began to reminisce about what happened between me and my coursemate.

I smiled sheepishly and couldn’t wait for another opportunity like that. Like i really enjoyed it,from her soft thighs soft lips,her waist and creamy w+t p***y like it was so much fun.

My mind drifted back to the discussion I had with the woman that owns the kiosks outside my hostel,the discussion we had about spiritual spouse. She said they could give their victims whatever they wanted in life.
And slowly… I found myself wishing if i had a spiritual wife too.

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A THOUGHT THAT BECAME A REALITY

Chapter Two

The next day, I woke up very early in the morning to get ready for class, this was my first time going for lectures, I planned to be punctual and to look pompous. I took my bath immediately I got up from the bed, combed my hair and dressed in my yellow T-shirt and a pair of black jean trousers. I wanted to look cute and presentable, I wanted to keep it and look simple and decent. I took deodorant and applied it under my armpits while I sprayed perfume all over my body, and wore my pair of black sandals and carried my mini school bag which contained an exercise book and a pen, unlocked the entrance door into my bedroom.

I met my next-door neighbour Emeka,when I opened the door, fortunately for me he was almost done and was about leave for lectures, we both left together. I was a Mass Communication student, while Emeka was a Business Administration student in 200 level,we both went our separate ways as soon as we got to a junction that led to our various departments, agreed to meet under a mango tree after lectures so he would show me round the campus.

I don't know, perhaps it was because it was my first lecture in the university—that day's lecture will remain unforgettable to me. It's among the days I never forget. It was such a pleasant day for me and has been one of my best days in the university.

The lectures went smooth and soft, and as a fresh boy in the class, I guess so, there were lots of girls stealing glances at me. I felt like the most handsome man in the lecture room. Butterflies filled my belly.

By the time lectures were over. About three of my female course mates walked up to me and introduced themselves, they came one after the other, I exchanged contacts with each and every one of them,before leaving.

I was smiling sheepishly like a burnt goat as I walked up to the mango tree that we agreed to meet after class. My heart couldn't contain the joy I had when I saw many girls throwing glances at me like I'm the son of the United States president. I vividly remembered how the three walked up to me one after the other, and I could remember how other girls stood by the side watching—I guess those one's lacked the courage to walk up to me. I was beginning to contemplate which of the three girls I should go for first, because one of my motives of entering the university was to get laid,i never had that opportunity at home,i was living with a very strict parents.

While I was smiling sheepishly and mumbling to myself, I didn’t know when I got to the mango tree. Fortunately, Emeka was there with his course mate. I shook hands with both of them, and his course mate asked me.

"Bro, you're smiling sheepishly like person wey win lottery,how far?."

"Me? I didn't win anything oooo, and by the way I was not laughing."

"Common bro, we saw you smiling. Emeka, didn't you see him smiling?"

"Of course I saw him smiling, maybe he got a babe today or exchanged some contacts with babes in his department."

"You're right man." His friend retorted.

I glanced at both of them and smiled. I should have known by now that I wasn't dealing with novices,they have been to the campus before me.

"So Emeka, show me round the campus bro."

"That's not a problem, let's get going."

The three of us walked away from the shade of the mango tree. We almost trekked round the campus. Emeka and his course mate showed me round the campus told me many stories which i kept wondering if all of them were truth. There were lots they narrated and showed me,telling you all of that will only consume our time, so let me make it short.

In the evening, Emeka and I walked down to our hostel with his course mate. On our way, I bought noodles and eggs which I prepared immediately we got home and brought them to Emeka's apartment where we all ate together from the pot I used to prepare it. After we were done eating, I took the pot to my mini kitchen where I washed it along with the spoons. I changed into something casual, and since there was no electricity, I decided to go have a chilled soft drink in a kiosk which was opposite our hostel.

When I got to the kiosk, I took my seat and greeted the middle-aged woman I met there in our Igbo dialect. After exchanging pleasantries with her, I asked her to get me any chilled beverage because at that time I don’t drink alcohol. While she went to get me the drink, I brought out my mobile phone from my pocket and turned on my mobile data, i got a notification from Facebook that one of my best story writers had just posted a new story titled The Fallen Angel. Because of the story, I suspended any other thing I should be doing with my mobile phone and started reading the story. It was really fascinating that I didn’t know when I finished the first beverage and asked the middle-aged woman for another one.

I finished the second beverage and asked for the third one. To the astonishment of the middle-aged woman, I also finished the third drink and asked her to get another one. She looked at me for some time and noticed how I glued my eyes to my phone, she spoke.

"Youths and teenagers of these generation. I don't know if your future dey for this Android phones. See as person pikin dey concentrate on phone here and don gulp three beverages at a go and still dey request for one more—tufiakwa." She spoke spatting on the ground.

"Ma, it's not what you think ooo. I'm not among those kind of youths. Ma, I'm reading on Facebook from one of my best story writers."
I spoke, looking up to her and keeping my mobile phone on the bench I was sitting on.

"Are there authors on Facebook? I thought Facebook is meant for watching videos and sending chats?" She asked, i could sense the curiosity in her voice.

"Of course there are numerous writers on Facebook, but I have my favourite author. His name is Prinx library, and I'm reading a story from his page titled The Fallen Angel."

"Fallen Angel… that sounds fascinating to the ear. I guess it is an interesting story?"
She asked me in our Igbo dialect and sat down, forgetting the drink I asked for.

"Ma, the story is more than interesting." I told her.

"Really? Narrate it to me, I love fiction so much."
She said, smiling.

I took a breath, cleared my throat, and narrated The Fallen Angel by Prinx library to her, and she found it interesting. She complimented the story. I narrated The Witch’s Daughter to her, which was also written by Prinx Library, and later that evening I narrated The Devil’s Gift to her, which was also written by the same author. She found them very interesting.

"Wow, Prinx must be a genius. His stories are top-notch. I haven't heard or read any kind of the stories you just narrated to me now. Do you know for some moments I felt like I was watching a movie?"

"Ma, I feel that same way while reading from his page. That's why you saw me concentrating on my phone—I'm reading."

"My son, this world is filled with mystery, and these stories Prinx writes might be transpiring somewhere as I'm speaking. Son, we live in a mysterious world."

"Ma, as for me, I don't believe all that. I read them because I love reading, but all these are fiction—they are man-made stories. None of these things exist, ma." I told her confidently.

"You don't know the world you're living in, that's why you say so. How I wish you know—you will know this world is full of mystery. Okay, let me tell you a story that will bring you to some light."

She narrated to me a story that brought the genesis of my predicaments, and I regretted walking into her kiosk that evening. I also regretted having a conversation with her that evening,why did she choose to have a discussion with me ?"
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A THOUGHT THAT BECAME A REALITY

by Prinx Library

Chapter One

Chidi was a student at that time in one of the prestigious universities in Nigeria. He hails from south eastern part of the country, he happens to be the only child of his parents.

His dad was a trader in the famous Onitsha Main Market while his mom sells groceries in Ose Okwodu Market in Onitsha. Chidi, who was born and bred in Onitsha to be precise, got admission to study Mass Communication in one of the prestigious universities in the country, he was excited when he got the admission. He wasn't just excited because he got admission to study his dream course, but he was excited because he was going to be away from home.

A week after he got admitted, he went to the institution with his dad. He got registered into his department that same day and every other bill was paid, which included paying for his lodge, tuition fee, and other essential bills.

(Chidi's P O V)

I was very excited and happy as I escorted my dad to the park where he would take a bus that will take him down to Onitsha Upper Iweka. As soon as we reached the park, it was already sunset. Fortunately, we met a bus which had a single vacant seat. The driver and his passengers were eagerly waiting for a passenger to come and take the vacant seat so they would hit the road. Fortunately, it was only my dad that was going.

"Chidi, I will join this bus. You can see it's already sunset and I have to reach Upper Iweka on time—you know the insecurity in that area. Have this money, take care of yourself and always attend your lectures. Boy, don't play, you know you're our only hope."
My dad spoke,when we are approaching the bus. Handing me some naira notes.

"Alright dad, safe journey to Onitsha and I promise to make you and mom proud." I told him, collecting the money from him.

"Better for you."
He spoke and hopped into the bus.

Immediately he took his seat, the bus conductor entered and locked up the bus. I could see my dad peeping through the window and waving a goodbye hand towards my direction. I also waved back at him, but i became emotional when I saw tears cascading from his eyes. I made a U-turn because I didn't want to cry as well.

I began going back to my lodge, unfortunately I missed my way. I was new to the campus and didn't know anywhere. I almost trekked around the campus in search of my hostel. I wanted to cry when it was thirty minutes past nine and I was yet to locate my hostel. It was very dark in the night and I saw no one to ask for help, I squatted in a dark corner, perplexed, thinking of what to do that night.

Fortunately, I saw a gentleman passing by. Although I didn't know him, I gathered the courage and approached him from where I was squatting to ask for help—to know if he would be able to help me locate my hostel.

"Hello bros, please brother man, I need your help."
I spoke while approaching him from the dark.

"Yes, and what is it?"
He asked sharply.

"Good evening sir, please don't vex, are you a student in this university?

"
"Yes, I am. Any problem?"

"Thank goodness. Brother, I'm a student here, and today is my first time in the campus. I have a lodge already but..."

"But you lost your way."
He interrupted me.

"Yes brother."

"Okay, can you remember the colour of the hostel?". He asked me.

"It's green, yes green."

"Alright then, follow me."

At first, I was scared. What if he was a cultist? What if he was a convict or a gangster? I had heard a lot about the hoodlums in the four walls of the university and how brutal and friendly they were. What if he was among them? But they say desperate times require desperate measures, so I took the risk and followed him. I was ready to face any ramifications that came out of it. I followed him with a slow but steady pace because I was very afraid.

Fortunately, everything was the opposite of my thoughts. The good Samaritan who asked me to follow him lived next door to my lodge. Immediately we got to the hostel, I smiled and sigh,for the first time i felt the cool breeze in the atmosphere which ran through my body and veins,making me relaxed.

"Oh thank you brother for leading me safely home.". I spoke again, for the first time.

"I didn't lead you home, I was coming back home."

"Really? Do you stay here?"

"Yes I do, and that's my lodge over there."
He spoke, pointing at the apartment next to mine.

"Guy, what a coincidence—you live next to my apartment."

"That's a coincidence indeed."

"Brother, what's your name? Mine is Chidi."

"Emeka."

"Ooo good, we’ll see tomorrow then. I don't know if you will mind taking me around the campus tomorrow after lectures to show me round the school."

"It will be my pleasure."

We both shook hands together. He unlocked his door with his keys and went inside, i did same. It was dark and there was no electricity, so I took a candle and lit it up to give light to the bedroom.

I brought out my phone from my pocket and saw thirty missed calls from my dad and twenty from my mom. I knew they would be worried about me by now because I wasn't picking their calls, so I called them back. My mom was the considerate one, so I gave her a call and she picked almost instantly.

"Chidi, where are you all this while? Your dad and I have been calling your phone."

"Mom I'm sorry, it's now that I'm getting back home. As soon as I escorted dad to the park, he joined passengers on board and I left, but unfortunately I lost my way to my hostel. I trekked around the university before I met someone who lives in the same lodge as mine. Mom, I'm sorry for not taking your calls—it wasn't deliberate."

"No problem, I will talk to your dad. You know how fast he gets angry. Be careful next time. Even if you lost your way, that wouldn't stop you from taking our calls. You made us think something was wrong with you."

"Mom, please I'm so sorry."

"No problem. Take care of yourself and make sure you attend your lectures. Endeavour to read and pray before you go to bed—you hear me?"

"Okay mom, I will do just that."

"Better for you."
She retorted and hung up the call.

I took a deep breath when i dropped the phone on my bed,If I wasn't happy at that time, I was happy that I was now away from home because I know the kind of strict and annoying parents I had. Finally, I was free and away from them. I blushed at that thought.

Famished and had nothing to eat. I brought out the money my dad gave to me earlier that evening and counted it—it was thirty thousand. I smiled because I knew the money had a long way to go. All my life, I had never had that amount of money.

I slept that night with an empty stomach, but I knew very well that from the next day henceforth, my days would be filled with adventures and excitements, because I couldn't wait to live and explore the life my parents had been restricting me from living.
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