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27/11/2025

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27/11/2025

🔴 CRIMES IN NIGERIA THAT CAN LEAD TO LIFE IMPRISONMENT

Below are the major offences that carry a life sentence in Nigeria:

1. Murder (where death penalty is not applied)

If the court does not impose death penalty due to circumstances (e.g., plea bargain, discretion, or state law), the person may receive life imprisonment.

Laws: Criminal Code Act; Penal Code.

2. Attempted Murder

Trying to kill someone — even if the person survives — can lead to life imprisonment.

Law: Section 320, Criminal Code.

3. R**e / Defilement (in certain jurisdictions)

Some states increased the penalty for r**e to life imprisonment, especially:

Lagos State (e.g., r**e involving minors)

Ekiti State

Akwa Ibom

Kaduna (for minors)

Law: Lagos State Domestic & Sexual Violence Law; VAPP Acts.

4. Kidnapping / Abduction

Many states in Nigeria now impose life imprisonment for kidnapping, especially where:

A ransom is demanded

The victim suffers harm

The victim is a child

Some states even impose the death penalty, but life imprisonment is common.

Law: Anti-Kidnapping Laws (varies by state).

5. Armed Robbery (where firearm not used or no death occurred)

While armed robbery often carries the death penalty, some jurisdictions impose life imprisonment especially when:

No one was killed

A weapon was used but not fired

The court exercises discretion

Law: Robbery and Fi****ms Act.

6. Terrorism

Acts of terrorism, aiding terrorists, financing terrorism, or belonging to a terrorist organisation can all attract life imprisonment.

Law: Terrorism (Prevention) Amendment Act.

7. Treason / Treasonable Felony

Offences against the State, including attempting to overthrow the government, can attract life imprisonment (though treason itself can be capital).

Law: Criminal Code Act Sections 37–41.

8. Unlawful Possession of Fi****ms (Certain Categories)

Possessing prohibited fi****ms such as:

AK-47

Machine guns

Explosives

Without lawful authority can lead to life imprisonment.

Law: Fi****ms Act (Highly regulated weapons).

9. Human Trafficking

Particularly trafficking for:

Sexual exploitation

Forced labour

Child exploitation

Especially where the victim suffers physical or psychological harm.

Law: NAPTIP Act.

10. So**my with a Minor (in northern states under Penal Code)

Certain sexual offences involving minors under the Penal Code can attract life imprisonment.

11. Drug Trafficking (High-Level Cases)

While sentences vary, large-scale trafficking or repeated offences under NDLEA Act may attract life imprisonment depending on the quantity and circumstance.

26/11/2025

💘 TITLE: The Unfinished Assignments

CHAPTER 1 — THE GIRL WHO SAT BY THE WINDOW

Crystal Heights College was the kind of school where everyone knew everyone — the brilliant ones, the troublesome ones, the ones who whispered secrets behind lockers. So when a new student walked into SS2B on Monday morning, every head turned, even the ones pretending not to care.

She walked in quietly, like someone afraid her footsteps would echo too loudly.
Amara.
Tall, slim, with eyes that looked like she carried night inside them. Her uniform was neat, but her whole presence felt… heavy. As if she had lived through things no seventeen-year-old should ever live through.

The teacher pointed toward an empty seat by the window.
“You can sit there,” she said.

Amara nodded without a word and walked to the last row. She sat by the window, gently placing her bag on her lap. She didn’t look around to see who was watching — but everyone was.

The sunlight poured through the window, resting on her face. For a moment, it revealed something — not just beauty, but sadness. Like she wasn’t just new to the school… she was running from something.

Daniel sat four seats away, pretending to read his notebook. He was the school’s golden boy — the one who answered questions without raising his hand, the one teachers trusted, the one students whispered about when they thought he wasn’t listening.

He had everything under control… except his curiosity.

He had seen many new students before, but none like her.
There was something familiar about her — but he couldn’t explain it.
Was it her eyes?
Her silence?
The way she held her bag tight, as if protecting something inside it?

When their eyes met for the first time, Daniel felt a strange shock run through him. Not attraction — something deeper. Recognition.

But how could he recognize someone he had never met?

Amara quickly looked away, her jaw tightening like she regretted even looking at him.

Daniel frowned.
Does she know me?

Break time was loud and chaotic as usual — students arguing about football, girls gossiping, boys chasing each other down the corridor. But Amara stayed in class, sitting by her window seat, her gaze fixed on the trees outside.

Daniel walked back into the classroom, pretending to collect something from his locker. He glanced at her. She didn’t move.

He tried again.
“Hi… Amara, right?”

She turned slowly, her eyes cold but soft at the same time.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“I’m Daniel. If you need help with anything… you know, notes, school stuff—”

“I’m fine,” she said quickly.

But her voice trembled slightly, betraying her calm face.
Daniel noticed.
Everyone else saw a quiet new girl.
But he saw fear.

Before he could say anything else, she added:

“I prefer sitting here. By the window.”

He raised an eyebrow.
“Why? The view?”

She hesitated.
For a second, Daniel saw something in her eyes — a story. Something painful. Something she didn’t want to talk about.

“It helps me think,” she finally said. “And… it makes it easier to see things coming.”

Daniel froze.
“See what coming?”

Amara blinked, as if she had said more than she intended.

“Nothing,” she whispered and faced the window again.

The school bell rang, but Daniel didn’t move. He kept staring at her, confused… intrigued.

Outside, students rushed to the assembly hall.
Inside, the new girl sat alone, her fingers tracing patterns on the window glass.

Daniel watched her for a moment longer, trying to understand why he felt so drawn to her — why she felt like a memory he couldn’t reach.

But something inside him whispered:
She wasn’t sitting by the window to enjoy the breeze.
She was watching for something — or someone.

And in that moment, Daniel knew one thing for sure:

Amara was not just another new student.
She was a mystery.
And somehow… he was part of it.

Once I get 50 next?
I will drop chapter 2

25/11/2025

🌄🌄THE PRICE OF SUNSET🌄🌄

The rain had been falling for hours, pounding the rusted zinc roof of the one-room apartment like a warning. Inside, Mama Teni sat on the cold floor, clutching her daughter’s school uniform to her chest. The power had gone out again, and the only light came from the tiny phone torch she placed in a plastic cup to make it brighter.

Teni’s cough echoed through the room, sharp and painful.

“Mommy… am I going to school tomorrow?” the little girl asked, her voice trembling.

Mama Teni forced a smile. “Of course, my baby. You have an exam. You must go.”

But her smile hid a truth she could barely swallow — she had ₦120 left.
Just ₦120.
No food in the house.
No drugs for Teni’s worsening cough.
And rent was already two months overdue.

She stood up, wiping her face quickly so Teni wouldn’t see her tears.

At midnight, she quietly left the house. She didn’t want her neighbours asking questions.

She walked to the bakery where she had been secretly doing night shifts. It was dangerous — the area was unsafe, and the men working there always looked at her like they owned pieces of her. But she needed money. Teni needed to stay in school.

The bakery manager, a stout man with a heavy moustache, met her at the door.

“You’re late,” he said.

“Sorry, sir. My child—”

“Just get inside.”

He didn’t care.

The heat inside the bakery was suffocating. Sweat dripped into her eyes as she kneaded dough, carried heavy trays, and inhaled flour until her throat burned. She felt dizzy, but she kept going. She couldn’t faint — the manager would gladly replace her.

By 4:36am, her fingers were numb. She had earned ₦1,800 for the night.

Barely enough.

When she reached home, she found Teni burning with fever.

“Mummy… my head is hot…”

Mama Teni panicked. She wrapped her daughter in a scarf and ran to the nearest clinic. Her heart beat louder than her footsteps.

At the clinic, the nurse barely looked up.
“Deposit is ₦8,500,” she said flatly.

“Please, I have ₦1,800. My daughter—”

“No deposit, no treatment.”

Mama Teni fell to her knees. “I beg you, she can’t breathe well.”

The nurse turned away.

Mama Teni carried Teni in her arms and stumbled back outside. Rain was beginning to fall again. People passed by, but nobody stopped. Lagos was a place where everyone carried their own pain.

She didn’t know when she started running — she just ran.
Ran past Okadas, ran across the market, ran until her legs felt like they were breaking.

She ended up at a pharmacy owned by an elderly man who knew her late husband.

“Mama Teni, what happened?”

“She’s not responding… please help me…”

The pharmacist checked the child quickly. “It’s severe. She needs real treatment, not just drugs.”

Teni’s breathing became shallow — almost silent.

Mama Teni’s heart cracked open. “Please… please… save her. I will work for you. Clean your shop. Wash the toilet. Anything. Just don’t let my child die.”

The old pharmacist looked at the girl, then at the mother who was shaking uncontrollably.

“Bring her inside,” he said quietly.

The treatment cost almost ₦28,000.

Mama Teni didn’t have it. She didn’t have even one-tenth of it.
She offered everything — her sewing machine, her late husband’s radio, even the wrapper her mother gave her before she died.

The pharmacist refused.
Not because he didn’t want to help — but because he saw something deeper.

A mother who was ready to give up her whole life.

After stabilizing Teni, he sat with her and said:

“Your daughter will live. But you… who takes care of you?”

She broke down for the first time in months — loud, painful tears she had been swallowing every day like poison.

The next afternoon, as she sat by Teni’s hospital bed, the pharmacist returned with a paper.

“Your daughter’s school called earlier,” he said.

Her heart dropped. Had she been expelled?
Had she missed her exams?

The man smiled gently.

“They said she won the school’s scholarship exam.”

Mama Teni blinked in shock. “Ehn?”

“They’ve been trying to reach you. She topped the whole school.”

Teni, still weak but awake, whispered:

“Mummy… I tried my best… I wanted you to be proud.”

Mama Teni collapsed onto the bed, holding her daughter tight.

Through tears, she whispered:

“My child… I will walk through fire for you. Everything I have, everything I am… it’s all for you.”

The pharmacist placed an envelope on the table.

“Take this. It’s not a loan. It’s help.”

Inside was money — more than enough to cover the balance of treatment, food, transport, and some relief.

She didn’t know how to thank him. The only words she could form were:

“God sent you.”

That night, as the sun set gently over the clinic window, Mama Teni realized:

The world may be hard.
People may be wicked.
Life may be full of storms.

But a mother’s sacrifice is never wasted.

And somehow… somehow…
God always sends light at the end of the darkest evenings

Once I get 50 next in the comment section I will drop part 2