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The doctor  told them that the mad man do not suffer any internal injuries and he advised them to take him to a specialist doctor. Baba bola was relieved and he asked the doctor to recommend someone to him so that he can take the man there. He went back to the station to inform his friend, Inspector James told him to go home that he would handle any issues that may arise. Baba bola thanked him and left the police station. "Hello, em everything is under control, the man did not die..." Baba bola speaks to the mouthpiece of his phone without waiting for the other person at the other end respond to him. "Eiya...thank God oooo!!!" Mama taiye responded when she heard the news. "We would talk better, tomorrow" she said and cut the line. Baba bola was relieved and walked into his compound. On entering he saw his ex-girlfriend crying and her three children were around her trying to console her. "What is wrong with you, Mama Bukky?" He enquired from

"Hello! Hello!! Hello!!!" The caller was silent just breathing into the mouth piece. Taiwo was a little perturbed, was wondering who was calling him and not saying anything, this is going to be the sixth time. "I am not going to pick the stupid call again." He said to himself Uzo was angry and was wondering how he is going to survive without a job, he couldn't wrap his head around what went wrong and how the MD assumed he knew something he never did. He decides to go to the office and hear about his crime from the MD himself, he does not trust his other colleagues. When Uzo reached the gate of his former place of work, he pacify the security guys to help me send message to his own boss that he is at the gate. "Uzo! What are you doing here?" Mr Akin challenge him immediately he saw Uzo at the gate to meet him. "Sir, I did not do anything. I swear by every thing you believed in" Uzo pleads going down on his kneels. Mr Akin was surprised that

Good day, the story "village witch" is based on what's happening around us and our perception of events we do not understand that it is diabolical but most times it's not,  but the way we interact with ourselves,  environment and also individual mistakes. The essence of writing this story is to set our minds aright to make us view events differently and not to subject our heart to slavery of our fears. Please join me in forging ahead with this story, I promise that you won't be bored. Please the story is culled from real life events but the characters I used in this story are all fiction, no single name that i used refer to anybody. Now let's get back to the story. The neighbors called the police and most of the adults in the house were arrested. The police moved the bodies of the Kasimawo's to the mortuary at the state hospital. The community was thrown into mourning, even young boys that are in the habit of playing football in the street were not s

It's only a mad man that would say there is wisdom in the tweeting of a bird. Modi looked at his friend and smiled, "so you think, I would greet you first abi?" he asked his friend. His friend frowned. "So is it not everyday that I am always the first to greet you?" His friend replied him with a question of his own. "No way, that I am going to be first greet you today." He said shouting at his friend. " Do whatever you like Modi" he replied him. "Me? So we are now mate that you are calling me by name eh?" Modi asked looking agitated and angry at his friend. His friend ignored him and continued taking a stroll besides him. Modi do not like being ignored and continues murmuring. "Look at that lady coming, she looks like your wife." His friend calls his attention. "Wife? are you the one that marry a one for me?" Modi asked his friemd still angry that he had ignored him before. But he knows that his friend his alwa

We are walking towards the main office building, when Mr Oshanigo told us that the MD have an information for us. Me, Uzo and Taiwo quickly proceeds to the MD's office, there we met Tinuke his secretary looking troubled, fidgeting has she tries to get some papers stuffed into the office file on her table. We made our presence known to her by calling her name, since she was oblivious of her surrounding. she looked up and stare absently at the three of us. "what's wrong Tinu?" Uzo asked being someone who is quick to voice his opinion. "I..I am so..so..sorry guys" Tinuke stammered while replying. "hope nothing is wrong with you?" I inquired. "nnnn..no nothing is wrong. iii i just am okay actually." she retorts looking more worried and confused. "Is the boss in?" I asked. "Yeah...so so sorry. you can all go in." she replied " in fact he is waiting for you guys"  she added as we move towards the big oak door that

The white owl flew silently, until it perch on the roof of the only tall building around the community, it turns it’s flexible neck raising its head up and down looking for any stray neighborhood rats. After searching for long and not finding any food, it thought, “about time I search for food elsewhere after spending like one week in this neighborhood but no food in sight.” It stretch it wings to its full size and flew away. Spinx look up and saw the white owl as it flew over the horizon in search of food for the night, it wonder how the owl fails to see some juicy rats at the backyard of this tall building. It trots silently approaching the bin area with stealth and looking out for any surprise that may come her way. She saw one of the house occupants dropped one bag of bin inside the big drum, forgetting to close the drum and walks back inside the house. Just then the two mice scurried from their hiding place to access the new goodies that had just been dropped. Spinx allowed them t

The old dirty looking women in our society are always tagged with the assertion that they belong to one secret cult or the other and that many misfortunes that happens to young people around them were always caused by this set of old people. Is this true? One can only imagine how we always perceive our shortcomings and our resolve not to look inward for anything that might happens to us but so quick to shift blame to others. The difference between greatness is not in how successful we are or unsuccessful we might think we are, but in the way we manage all the opportunities that comes our way, many people have different definition for success, and this is what drive individuals to come up with a goal or goals in other to be successful. Blaming someone else for unfortunate events or happenings that most times is within the logic of human understanding is what we tagged “our village witch”, but because we are so mischievous in our way of thinking we tend to ignore the truth right in our f