He was excited as he knelt down, presenting the ring to her as he asked, “will you marry me?”
Her reply was, “there’s a risk worth taking and then there’s you.”
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With the surge of men discovering their children weren’t actually theirs after DNA testing, Mr. Okoro decided to conduct one too, their first three children were his replicas but Chris, their last child looked nothing like him.
On the morning when the doctor informed him to come for the result, he told his wife, Mrs. Okoro to accompany him to the hospital for a check up.
“The DNA results indicates that there’s a zero percent paternal match, it means he’s not your son.” The doctor said.
“What is going on here?” Mrs. Okoro asked with furrowed brows and misty eyes.
“Who is Chris’ father?” Mr. Okoro asked his wife while staring daggers at her.
Just then, the doctor interrupted, “their was zero percent maternal match too.” -
He struts like a peacock
Hovering over his kids like a mother hen
Since their mama went to be with the Lord
Today, his old friend visited with DNA results
All the kids are his friends’. -
To live or die?
To be kind or wicked?
To be greedy or generous…
We’ve been taught to see things in opposites, what if we’re wrong? -
Another month is here and as has become the norm, I got talking with another African writer all the way from Zimbabwe.
Writers Space Africa magazine October 2022 cover Stella Gonye Tshuma, dental therapist, life coach, wife, mother and author of “Peace in the storm.” She was so magnanimous and gifted me a copy of the book.
You can get a copy of the magazine here
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The power of life and death lies in the tongue therefore, be careful what you pronounce with your mouth either over your own life or over someone’s life.
Reflect on this as we look forward to October.
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You’re asking questions I don’t want to answer
You’re providing answers I’m not interested in
We keep moving in circles without making headway
We are better off apart than together -
Lagos, Kiri-kiri Prison, May 18 2022, 7.pm
I can no longer hear the receding foot-falls of the priest who came to my cell to absolve me for the final time. The bowl of rice on my table has gotten cold and rancid. 17 years of being a death row prisoner did nothing to douse the anguished disbelief that has forever burned me. Well, tomorrow, ends my torment. I hear the hang man’s noose has been oiled. My last night on earth is coming to a close…
As the warden came to remove his limp body. A note fell out bearing the confession of the one who had committed the crime, addressed to the deceased 16 years ago… It was his son.Written by PBlessing and Chidiebere Udeokechukwu
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No matter how tough things might seem or how discouraging circumstances become, always remember to keep hope alive
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Maiduguri, May 17 2022, Dusk
The 30 seater coaster bus meanders methodically through the busy street. The driver chose this day of all days to be unfortunately slow. I’m seated at the 3rd to the last row; and I think I can hear the screaming thuds of my heartbeats. Aisha, my girlfriend, seated next to me, holds my arm like her life depends on it. Unbeknownst to her, I am wearing a bomb, underneath my shirts.
There’s still space for one and in comes Mama. I look at her and smile, it’s a good day to send the witch to hell. As I reached under my vest to push the button, my girlfriend stands up with a gun to my head,
“Hands up, you’re surrounded by the anti-bomb squad.”
I am torn between love for my mother, and loyalty to the cause of Allah’s paradise. My anger blazes forth against my mother and against Aisha for choosing today of all days to board the same bus with me… well, love for paradise gives way…with a loud bang!Written by PBlessing and Chidiebere Udeokechukwu
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