A nigerian teenager, living against the odds of society, finally discovers his sexuality when he meets a Nigerian- American boy, who is a transfer student at Mercy and grace high. The two fall in love afterwards, and are both faced with the harsh reality faced by LGBTQIA individuals in the country, will they survive it and live a fulfilling life or will they fall against the odds and be crushed by the brutal homophobia expressed in Nigeria.
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My name is Tobilola, Ogunmola, Austin, Bakare. And I am DEAD!
How I died is still a case of wonderment for me and the Nigerian police force, an unretrovertish occurrence which in retrospect seems more of a fault filled concession.
He dropped me off here, With his black Audi- Spiro jet 3802, and I died here on the wet-cold leather mattress of st Anglica hospital aba, under the unwavering watch of the yellow moon.
My story is unlike many you've ever read! It's not every day they print about young quirky teenagers and market square riots. Is it? Two souls, once attached, soon afterwards have departed from one another. A gruesome crime championed by the tools of elites, useful materials in abetting the most malicious of vile crimes, amongst whom nature sits squarely, astute in conjuring this malignant atrocity. It is the story of brilliant boy, who turns into brave boy and is punished for such bravery.
Although I had been saved; by the stranger in the black Audi, then the woman with the white pedalstine, albeit one of my saviors came a moment too late, a moment not so early but still,
a moment not so long ago.
I am lost now, in the abyss. A place you should never wish you come to. It is said that when a person dies the circumstances surrounding their death is lynchpin in a manner where in, it explicates the final resting place of that soul. For me, there is no rest, no solace, and no joy, sojourning in the void space of this entity. I do hope you pray for me; for death didn't come to me, rather, I went to it, tears and all. I am one of the unlucky ones. As hard as it may seem, I am a sitting duck retorted to remain a loner in this cosmopolitan horror. But I do know I'll be back somewhere, somehow. Pride never dies and so doesn't the memory of him or his pleas as I was catered away in the black Audi. The crack of his skull was the last sound I heard...
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
Sawyer, the world's top arms dealer, stunned everyone by falling for Maren—the worthless girl no one respected. People scoffed. Why chase a useless pretty face? But when powerful elites began gathering around her, jaws dropped. "She's not even married to him yet—already cashing in on his power?" they assumed. Curious eyes dug into Maren's past... only to find she was a scientific genius, a world-renowned medical expert, and heiress to a mafia empire. Later, Sawyer posted online. "My wife treats me like the enemy. Any advice?"
Maia grew up a pampered heiress-until the real daughter returned and framed her, sending Maia to prison with help from her fiancé and family. Four years later, free and married to Chris, a notorious outcast, everyone assumed Maia was finished. They soon discovered she was secretly a famed jeweler, elite hacker, celebrity chef, and top game designer. As her former family begged for help, Chris smiled calmly. "Honey, let's go home." Only then did Maia realize her "useless" husband was a legendary tycoon who'd adored her from the start.
When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper. Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn't love her, but that was the last straw for the camel's back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore. When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, "Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce." The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"