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A Gift in the Dark

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“A Gift in the Dark” is the tale of the lives and love of some teens in high school in Nigeria, who are from well-to-do-homes. They are sent to boarding school for their education and purportedly for their protection.

Rita is the female star student of Diamond International High school. She crawled out of her shell and books to join the elite students group in her school. She becomes their leader through her charm and generosity and would do anything to make it permanent.

She is an obedient and well behaved girl. But when she learns the truth about her friends, especially her teachers, her principles and beliefs falter. Her teachers are not what they appear to be or what they should be.

She realises that no one really cares if you are good or not as long as you are not caught in the bad act. In her desire to be liked and accepted by all she forgets her upbringing. She finally allows her friend to completely lure her into their world. Her decision leaves her in a dangerous path. And in order to protect her love from his father’s wrath and not to implicate him further she keeps her secret to herself and destroys herself in the process.

Richard is the dark, brooding son of one of the most powerful lawyer in the country. He is the male star student of his school, intelligent and easy going. He loves his family and adores his mother. He constantly wishes that she would really be a mother to him and protects him from his father.

He respects his father and gives him all that he expects from him, while he provides all their needs. But he wants more than his wealth and name. Now, he is ready to be more than ordinary brilliant in order to get his attention. He wants to give him something that would dazzle him.

Rita and Richard sneak out of school with their friends one night to attend a party. But Rita’s one night adventure is cut short when she meets a stranger who gives her a gift she couldn’t reject or tell anyone about until it’s too late for her, and her loved ones. A stranger whose face she can’t recollect. Her life and her parent’s marriage is about to be shattered because of her secret. She has to do one more thing to keep the pieces of her life from falling apart.

Will she be able to fix her mistake and her parent’s marriage?
Get a copy of ” A Gift in the Dark” and find out more.

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Black And White

My eyes wouldn’t open. Maybe they were. I sensed someone behind me. “Bolu.” I think I said it out loud. Now I’m not very sure. I could hear voices, though they seem very far away. I couldn’t understand any of the words. They were getting closer. Louder. Someone was shouting in my ears. I wanted the noise to stop, I wanted to cover my ears, but my hands were not where they should be. They were bound together, at the wrists by some cold steel!  I opened my mouth to scream but a roar silenced me before I could.

 

“Why did you kill him?”

Everything in me went still. “Him who? I didn’t kill anybody.” I felt my lips open as I tried to speak louder. I tried to turn my neck to look at his face but it was stiff like my father’s old table fan. I couldn’t see him or anything else.

“Let me explain the situation to you,” he whispered fiercely into my ears, his hot breath fanned my throbbing neck. “You got up in the middle of the night on the 20th of November, 2015 and stabbed your husband ten times in the chest.”

My chest heaved and collided with my stomach. Is he talking to me? Where am I? There were different thoughts whirring round and round in my head. “I didn’t kill anybody.”

“You killed Adewale.”

“I don’t know who that is?”

“Was. He was your husband.”

“I am not married.” I screamed and mucus trickled into my mouth. A giant hand grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head backward.  I saw white, bright white light.

“Why did you kill him?” Panic clutched my chest, making it hard to breathe. Every breath I took scraped my side like a blunt razor.

“I didn’t kill–” His palm collided with my face and something horrible happened to me. I don’t know what it was but the humming started from my right cheek and its vibration spread all the way to my right ear and eyes. The voices were getting far away but the ringing in my ears kept echoing at the centre of my head. I heard someone weeping and then realised it was me.

My heart was racing. I tried to calm my breath. Where am I? How did I get here? I knew I was not the person they were talking about, but I had no idea who I was either. The memory was there somewhere; I just needed to find it. What was the last thing I remember?

My mind travelled back. I was sitting at my table, typing. I was having trouble with my heroine, so I closed the laptop and picked my pen and notepad instead. I lay on my bed and closed my eyes. Thinking.

I tried to hold on to the images but they were fading away, slipping out of my reach. I had to remember before I slipped into the darkness again, before the voices returned.

Something else was there, in the corner of my mind, out of my reach. A wish? Then I remembered. I had made a wish for my lead character. I wished I could feel her pain and betrayal. Her anger. I wished I could be there with her when she walked in on her husband and daughter. My heroine! I am my heroine!

My head started whirling, taking everything else in its mad gyration. Oh God, please not again, I can’t be in the story again. And then everything went still. I was being sucked into the darkness.

My eyes snapped open, to a bright light. I blinked. Before my eyes could adjust to the light I was yanked off the hard wood and thrown on the cold floor.

“Confess, now!”

My elbow landed hard on the floor and my lips broke open again when it collided with the cold steel on my wrist. My joints and muscles screamed in agony but I managed to ask just one question.

“May I have a pen?”

I knew what I had to do.

“You are ready to confess?”

I nodded.

“I knew you would, heartless woman”, he said.  A hand landed heavily on my left shoulder, pulled me off the floor and shoved me back in the chair. Then it slapped a notepad on the desk and placed a pen on it. It pulled my wrists roughly; I winced at the impact on my shoulders. And then I heard a clink and the cold steel broke loose. I wished I could see their faces. I knew there were two of them but my eyelids had formed a shade over my eyes.

I rolled the pen over and over between my thumb and index finger. How does this work? Do I need a wand or wave the pen around? I closed my eyes tightly. Nothing. How did I get myself into this? When did it start? My head was a mass of sticky cobwebs. I picked the pen and closed my eyes again. I saw a street, a very busy street; there was a restaurant and I was famished. I saw a signpost. It seemed familiar. I was walking home, but I had no idea where home was. One thing was clear, I had to make a wish and write something that would take me far from the madhouse. So, I did.

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The sun had just disappeared below the horizon when my feet touch the street inside my head. My cloth is bloody and ragged; my joints groan with every step and my feet are no longer mine, but all I can think of is the pen and paper. I would need a picture of my house or a five-star hotel for a hot bath; or maybe I could write in a vacation at the Presidential Villa, something rich and exciting this time… But the pen and paper first.