Stop Beating My Son!

Mr Bassey opened the front door of his house and he stepped inside with a big smile on his face. The smile immediately evaporated when he saw what was happening.

“Stop beating my son!” he shouted at his wife with his fists clenched.

“Don’t defend him again,” Mrs Bassey said brandishing a cane popularly called ‘koboko’.

“He’s the only son I’ve got thanks to you and you’re hell-bent on killing him,” Mr Bassey said. He has an exceptionally loud voice and he always shouts while he’s talking.

“Akpan, your son was accused of stealing two thousand Naira by Mama Joy from her shop and when I searched his room I found ten thousand Naira. How did he get such a large amount”

“Lies! Mama Joy is a liar,” Akpan shouted from where he was hiding behind his father. “The money you found in my room belongs to a friend.”

“Sometimes I wonder if you’re really Akpan’s mother,” Mr Bassey said with an angry look. “You always jump into conclusions without hearing his own side of the story whenever he’s accused of stealing”.

Mrs Bassey wanted to say something but she knew that it wouldn’t be enough to convince her husband. She left the living room and went to the kitchen. Mr Bassey consoled Akpan who started crying after his mother left the living room. Akpan immediately wiped the tears from his eyes and dashed out of the house after his father had given him a five hundred Naira note to buy whatever he likes with it.

Mr and Mrs Bassey had been married for about thirty years and the marriage was blessed with seven children. Akpan, who was the only son was the last child. Four of the girls where married while the other two were at the University while Akpan was still in Secondary School. Mr Bassey pampered Akpan right from the day he’d been born; nobody was allowed to punish Akpan for any wrongdoing.

A month later while Mr Bassey was watching a Nigerian Premier League Match between Rangers and Enyimba on his 21-inch Television his phone rang. It wasn’t a number he recognized but he picked the call.


“I’m I speaking with Mr Bassey?”

“Yes! Please who is this?”

“This is Inspector Linus. Your son was caught while he was shop-lifting at a supermarket earlier today and before the police could intervene he’d been mercilessly beaten by an angry mob.”

“What! Where is he now? I hope he is okay? Who dares lay a hand on my son? I’ll sue them all to court. I’ll kill…….”

“Enough with the threats. Have you forgotten that you’re speaking with an officer of the law? Your son is currently at intensive care at the Rufus Memorial Hospital”

“I’ll be there as soon as possible. Thank you”

The policeman hung up the call and Mr Bassey picked up his car keys and rushed out of the house. He almost ran into his wife who was about to enter the house. He told her what had happened and they drove to the hospital.

Akpan died a week later due to internal bleeding. Mr Bassey died of a heart attack a month later.



P.S — I know that this is  longer than my other stories but I hope you enjoyed it. Thanks




'Seun Alade


“I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”
-Maya Angelou

You’ve often heard that – people don’t care how much you know until they know how much you care. We often talk of our desire to see the world a changed place but we do nothing about it. A lot can change if we treat people well, if we show kindness to the people we come across daily, if we aim to plant smiles on people’s faces, if we treat people nicely irrespective of class, race or faith. Every human has intrinsic value. No one is entirely useless. The fact that someone doesn’t meet up to your expectation in a particular area doesn’t mean you treat them as garbage. Every human is a gold mine and ought to be treated with value. Be…

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Standing On A Street Curb

Standing on a street curb one Sunday evening, I saw a pretty girl gracefully walk towards me. I couldn’t stop myself from staring at her. She stopped a few inches from me and we both waited for a taxi.

The girl was effortlessly beautiful. Her eyes were the most captivating aspect of her appearance; she had the most beautiful eyes. She was dressed simply and she had a tall and slender build like that of a model’s.

“Hello,” I said in greeting smiling at her.

“Hi,” she replied smiling back at me. Her teeth which were evenly distributed were white as snow. Her voice was also melodious and I searched my brain to try and come up with some small talk just to hear her sweet voice again. I also prayed in my heart that a taxi won’t come that way on time.

We talked for about five minutes and then I saw a taxi approaching.

“Can I have your number and can we hook-up sometime”. I didn’t quite know why I said that; I totally surprised myself.

“I don’t think that’ll be a good idea”, she replied. She brought out her left hand which had been inside the pocket of her coat while we’ve been talking and casually glanced at her wrist watch. I followed her every move and my eyes remained glued to something on her hand.

The taxi pulled-up very close to the curb after I hailed it. There was only one space left in the taxi so I left it for her– to show that I’m a gentleman. The taxi drove off and we both waved at each other. I didn’t stop staring at the taxi until it took the next turn and wasn’t visible again.

I kept standing on the street curb with a distant look on my face until I finally got a taxi. I couldn’t get the image of the ring I’d seen on her ring finger away from my head. I didn’t even ask for her name.






September Four

Once upon a September on precisely the fourth day around 7AM, at the General Hospital Bauchi, Bauchi state, a tall black boy – although he wasn’t tall yet – was born into the family of Mr and Mrs Olaniyi Oke. They named him ADEWUYI OLATUNDE AYOBAMI ISHOLA.

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Every year since then on September 4, Adewuyi celebrates his birthday. Adewuyi could really use a wish before the day ends.



Just A Few Questions

I love the country music genre and I was influenced by my dad while I was younger because he always plays country music. He particularly loved Don Williams and John Denver.

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‘Just a few Questions’ is a song by Clay Walker and a part of the second verse endeared me to the track. It goes thus:

“An’ why did my cousin have to die in that crash? A good kid , only seventeen, I still wonder ’bout that. It seems unfair to me, some get the chance to chase their dreams. An’ some don’t. But what do I know.” 

I was having a conversation with my neighbor sometime last month when he told me about a corper who was killed in his hometown. The corper had come home to spend sometime with his family and three guys attacked their house and shot the corper in cold blood. He was just twenty three and was full of life.

There are a lot of couples who have been married for many years who are still without children but a lot of people who don’t deserve to be parents have a lot of kids that they don’t take care of.

A lot of people who could have contributesd to the development of the world die prematurely but the ones with no dreams live for many years. Death is unpredictable and unmerciful; it is not something you can easily prepare for. The only way to prepare for it is to live a Godly life.

Just like Clay Walker, I don’t mean to second guess God or criticise what I don’t understand; these are just a few questions I have.