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            The Largest Digital  Library In Africa Old Phil’s time was up. The next day he would be leaving for the countryside. “I am already dreaming of home. It will be the new start to the life I have always wished to live. It will be a heaven every night. A man is for himself, but God is for us all.” Old Phil was once again seated on the log outside the hut.                 “Yes. You are right.” Nihu was straddled next to him. He nodded. “God is for everyone.” “Even me. Surviving the perils in this Lonely Forest means so much to me. I ought to give gratitude to the one that protects my soul. I do not do it ordinarily. I have to be tough.”           “I expect that of you. God is a tough mogul. We need to be worthy if we hope to find His favor.”           “But which god do you think I’m talking abo...

One morning, Obiefule woke up very sick and tired. He could not get on his feet. He called out to his wife and son. Ekwe was the first to get into the room. “Father, you called me. What is it?” “My son, you will go to the farm alone today.” He adjusted and coughed a bit. “Why?” Ekwe asked and walked quietly to the bedside. He held his hand. “Be strong, father. You know we still have much work to do on the farm.” Obiefule nodded slowly. He cleared his throat. He raised his head a bit, “You are right, my boy. I am feverish. I will need to get some medications to get back on my feet...” Obiageli entered the room. “Good morning, my love,” she greeted and went down on her knees. Obiefule placed his hand on her shoulder, he replied, “Good morning, darling. I have just instructed Ekwe to go to the farm.” “What about you? Are you not going with us?” she inquired with a broad grin. He shook his head. “I will not. I am very sick. My body aches everywhere. You will stay to give me...

Once I had him deep inside,  I began a slow rotation of my hips.  I grimaced at the pale white wall.    I put my hands on it to help push back into him,  get his dick to fill up my body until  there was nothing left of me inside. I gasped, choked, and placed my hand on my chest. I glanced up at him and replied, “I am married. My husband, on a good day is a dog!” “You can never have good sex from a drunk.” “No, it depends on the person.” “I agree but sometimes good sex is hard to come by! That is not easy, you know.” He began to rub my shoulder gently. He added, “Sweetie, not every problem is spiritual. You cannot solve physical problems with spiritual solutions.” Before I could blink, his hand travelled slowly down my chest. He was within the reach of my bra. He made a push that left me vulnerable. He grabbed my breast and squeezed it gently. I turned my head away from him. I thought, I do not have to do this. I can stop right now. I can straighten up and w...

This novel is a classic legend of a young hero’s magical journey through a fantasy world where he is tested with incredible challenges that can only stem from the soul of the author’s genuine African culture and vivid imagination. Being falsely accused of a crime, Nihu, a tribal African boy, is banished to the Lonely Forest. In order to regain his freedom, he must find a way to defeat the unbeatable and confront challenges that draw analogies to our own realities. Like The Lord of the Rings, this epic high fantasy novel carries the reader to another time and place. Nihu gets sucked into a world inside of a stone, visits a powerful ruler in an underwater city, and befriends a group of refugees. The Adventures of Nihu will not only allow an audience of all ages to escape their own realities, but draw them into a world of high hopes, powers, and unimaginable desires. Buy from  Draft2Digital

“Some people are strange. Do not test a strange man with a woman. You will be disappointed.  You will cry and gnash your teeth.  His eyes are everywhere.  He walks back and forth seeking whom to devour. He can give any girl a chase. If you want peace, do not give him the key to your heart.” It was a lazy sunset. I visited my friend. When I knocked on the door, his wife responded from the other side. She asked, “Who’s there?” Her voice was as soft as the savannah breeze. Smiled paraded my face. The person that I had really come to see was in. “It’s I, Dalmos,” I replied in enthusiasm. I just could not wait to get into the house. I hope that if my friend is not in as it is sometimes, we will see each other. Keep the feelings alive until we are too weak to continue. She always get the best out of me. Quickly, I threw the door open and walked into the house. Stood akimbo in the middle of the sitting room, I probed, “Where is your husband?”    ...

It is cruel to negotiate some roads. One could spend several hours and who cares if you die trying. It is a silencer. It hurts. It could bring a man to his knees. The loser is a meal to the bald vultures. In the weakness, I was strong, tough and mean. Regularly counting the cost of my valor has helped my poor soul to tread cautiously. My loss if I ever had any was taken into consideration because smart people draw strength from their fall. The cost of finishing strong and staying alive against all odds is mine to bear. I drove through Lawanson road, an old narrow way leading off Itire and I had my first sight of the Palace of the Itire Monarch. It was old-fashioned. It was African with a fine red painted threshold. It was old. Things had changed. Here the more things change, the more they stay the same. Every day is a journey. The day we close our eyes upon the light of the world, the journey ends. Most times, it is out of our hands to choose how we will embrace the next w...