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01/06/2026

Happy new month

08/04/2026

Nduka and his wife had long endured the heartache of barrenness, yearning for a child. After years of waiting, they finally received the joyous news that their wife had given birth to twins. Nduka was at his phone accessories stall when the announcement came. His colleagues, overjoyed for him, rushed to celebrate with dancing and laughter.
As tradition demanded, they showered Nduka with celebratory powder. In the midst of the joyful chaos, a friend accidentally poured the powder into Nduka's eyes, causing him intense discomfort. Despite the excitement surrounding him, this incident left Nduka unable to see, and tragically, he never got to lay eyes on the precious twins his wife had welcomed into the world.
Although this may seem like mere fiction, I find beauty in being a writer of tragedy.
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05/04/2026

Penultimate Easter

Upon the cross where sacrifice was made,
Lies the burden of sins yet to be paid.
In solemn hours when darkness falls,
Hope still glimmers with redemption’s call.
In retrospection, a promise gleams
On Good Friday, salvation streams.
In the manifestation of God’s true Word,
The gospel spreads to the whole world.
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04/04/2026

KAMSI

Welcome aboard, my Adorable, to the
Onwuchekwa Dynasty!
Your arrival serenades us with bliss,
A symphony of timeless fireworks lighting up the sky.
Beams of happiness dance upon your parents' faces,
Spreading across the family, filling our hearts with boundless
pride.
Born on the 4th of the 4th month,
you are blessed with the essence of stability and order.
For the number 4 is sacred, linked to the four seasons,
The four cardinal directions, the four elements, and the four
market days of our clan
A symbol of balance, resilience, and eternal strength .
This is no mere coincidence.
For in your birth lies the promise that you will soar,
With unwavering spirit, above your peers,
Carving your own path of greatness.
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Culled from the book

30/03/2026

Tales of Ujadike is a gripping tale of valor, myth, and the burden of destiny. At the center is Ujadike, a fearsome demigod and unmatched swordsman whose very name inspires awe and dread across clans. Victorious in every battle, he is believed to be invincible — a legend among men. Yet, his power is linked to a mysterious bird that appears before each clash, stirring questions he can no longer ignore.
Determined to uncover the truth, Ujadike embarks on a perilous journey into a forbidden valley, where fate lies in wait.
This compelling epic blends the rhythm of oral tradition with the sharpness of modern storytelling, offering readers an unforgettable experience rooted in African heritage and universal themes of purpose, sacrifice, and legend.

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26/03/2026

Consistency is why the Agama lizard kept nodding its head, and everyone thought all was well with it.
Each nod looked like agreement… like confidence… like strength.
But in truth, the Agama was battling within.
No one noticed.
Because he kept nodding.
Kept showing up.
Kept pretending.
Every question thrown at him was met with a familiar bob of the head
a silent gesture of deceit, masking his pain and fatigue.
No one paused to ask what lay beneath the surface.
No one asked if the nod was a cry or a cover.
Days later, the Agama lizard died of an ailment not because he was weak,
But because he was too strong to be vulnerable.
Sometimes, the strongest smiles hide the deepest battles.
Check on your “always okay” friends
They might be nodding themselves into silence.
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25/03/2026

Akirika, the chief priest, entered the royal courtyard with the slow, deliberate swagger of one burdened by spiritual weight, his small round belly pushed forward as he moved, and his face wore a deep frown, reflecting his displeasure over Ujadike’s stubborn decision.
Behind him trotted a young boy, carrying his leather medicine bag and balancing a small clay pot that puffed out coils of white smoke atop his head.
Akirika's appearance was striking. He wore smoked raffia that hung from his waist to his knees, white chalk circled one of his eye sockets, and around his head was a thin leather band holding a vulture’s feather that pointed backward like a watchful eye. In his left hand, he gripped a long iron staff that gave a rattling tremble each time its pointed tip struck the ground.

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Ujadike is renowned as the demigod in sword fighting, his prowess strikes fear in the entire clan and even beyond for no one challenges him, and lives to tell the story. He is arguably the greatest warrior for he has never lost a battle to any human race that encounters him, even the birds of the ai...

25/03/2026

The turf was thickly covered with fine sand, its pale grains shifting softly underfoot. Above, towering shade of big cherry fruit trees stretched wide, with their branches and leaves providing shelter over the communal square. This sacred ground was the arena where warriors from neighboring clans met to challenge one another for supremacy in the ancient art of swordplay.
At the end of every contest, the winner was hailed with thunderous cheers from the crowd, while the loser accepted his fate with humility. At the center of the square, the two champions, Ujadike and Aguoha, strode deliberately onto the sand, each embodying the weight of generations behind them.
The arena was thick with tension, almost palpable, as if the earth itself held its breath.
The crowd fell into a hush, eyes locked on the pair as the clash of titans was about to begin.

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24/03/2026