• "To teach what you know is giving life to an idea." Don't let it die inside of you!
    "To teach what you know is giving life to an idea." Don't let it die inside of you!
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  • "The earlier you disseminate your knowledge, the quicker you generate new ideas."
    "The earlier you disseminate your knowledge, the quicker you generate new ideas."
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  • *N‌O‌T‌ A‌ C‌O‌I‌N‌C‌I‌D‌E‌N‌C‌E‌!*

    1. ADULT has 5 letters,
    so does YOUTH .

    2. PERMANENT has 9 letters,
    so does TEMPORARY .

    3. GOOD has 4 letters,
    so does EVIL .

    4. BLACK has 5 letters,
    so does WHITE .

    5. CHURCH has 6 letters,
    so does MOSQUE .

    6. BIBLE has 5 letters,
    so does QUR'AN .

    7. LIFE has 4 letters,
    so does DEAD .

    8. HATE has 4 letters,
    so does LOVE .

    9. ENEMIES has 7 letters,
    so does FRIENDS .

    10. LYING has 5 letters,
    so does TRUTH .

    11. HURT has 4 letters,
    so does HEAL .

    12. NEGATIVE has 8 letters,
    so does POSITIVE .

    13. FAILURE has 7 letters,
    so does SUCCESS .

    14. BELOW has 5 letters,
    so does ABOVE .

    15. CRY has 3 letters,
    so does JOY .

    16. ANGER has 5 letters,
    so does HAPPY .

    17. RIGHT has 5 letters,
    so does WRONG .

    18. RICH has 4 letters,
    so does POOR .

    19. FAIL has 4 letters,
    so does PASS .

    20. KNOWLEDGE has 9 letters,
    so does IGNORANCE .
    Are they all by Coincidence?

    This means LIFE is like a double edged sword but the choice we make determines our future.
    “I LOVE THIS ANALOGY"

    - When GOD wanted to create FISH, he spoke to the SEA

    - When GOD wanted to create TREES, he spoke to the EARTH.

    - But when GOD wanted to create MAN, he turned to HIMSELF.

    - So GOD said:
    "Let us make man in our image and likeness".

    Note:
    - If you take a fish out of the water
    it will die;
    And when you remove a tree from the ground, it also dies.

    - Similarly, when man disconnects from GOD, he dies.

    GOD is our natural environment.
    We were created to live in HIS presence.

    - We have to be connected to Him because only with Him does LIFE exist.

    - Let's stay connected to GOD.

    Remember that water without fish is still water, but fish without water is nothing .

    The soil without the tree is still soil, but the tree without soil is nothing ...

    God without man is still God, but man without GOD is nothing

    If this message reaches you and you share it with others.
    *N‌O‌T‌ A‌ C‌O‌I‌N‌C‌I‌D‌E‌N‌C‌E‌!* 1. ADULT has 5 letters, so does YOUTH . 2. PERMANENT has 9 letters, so does TEMPORARY . 3. GOOD has 4 letters, so does EVIL . 4. BLACK has 5 letters, so does WHITE . 5. CHURCH has 6 letters, so does MOSQUE . 6. BIBLE has 5 letters, so does QUR'AN . 7. LIFE has 4 letters, so does DEAD . 8. HATE has 4 letters, so does LOVE . 9. ENEMIES has 7 letters, so does FRIENDS . 10. LYING has 5 letters, so does TRUTH . 11. HURT has 4 letters, so does HEAL . 12. NEGATIVE has 8 letters, so does POSITIVE . 13. FAILURE has 7 letters, so does SUCCESS . 14. BELOW has 5 letters, so does ABOVE . 15. CRY has 3 letters, so does JOY . 16. ANGER has 5 letters, so does HAPPY . 17. RIGHT has 5 letters, so does WRONG . 18. RICH has 4 letters, so does POOR . 19. FAIL has 4 letters, so does PASS . 20. KNOWLEDGE has 9 letters, so does IGNORANCE . Are they all by Coincidence? This means LIFE is like a double edged sword but the choice we make determines our future. “I LOVE THIS ANALOGY" - When GOD wanted to create FISH, he spoke to the SEA - When GOD wanted to create TREES, he spoke to the EARTH. - But when GOD wanted to create MAN, he turned to HIMSELF. - So GOD said: "Let us make man in our image and likeness". ✳️Note: - If you take a fish out of the water it will die; And when you remove a tree from the ground, it also dies. - Similarly, when man disconnects from GOD, he dies. 🔆 GOD is our natural environment. We were created to live in HIS presence. - We have to be connected to Him because only with Him does LIFE exist. - Let's stay connected to GOD. 🔆 Remember that water without fish is still water, but fish without water is nothing . 🔆The soil without the tree is still soil, but the tree without soil is nothing ... 🔆 God without man is still God, but man without GOD is nothing 🔆 If this message reaches you and you share it with others.
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  • *World Hepatitis Day 2025– LET'S BREAK IT DOWN*


    World Hepatitis Day is observed each year on 28 July to raise awareness of viral hepatitis, an inflammation of the liver that causes severe liver disease and liver cancer.


    *The theme for 2025: Hepatitis: Let’s Break It Down*


    Calls for urgent action to dismantle the financial, social and systemic barriers, including stigma, that stand in the way of hepatitis elimination and liver cancer prevention.


    Chronic hepatitis B and C silently cause liver damage and cancer, despite them being preventable, treatable, and, in the case of hepatitis C, curable.


    The theme emphasizes the need to simplify, scale up, and integrate hepatitis services, vaccination, safe injection practices, harm reduction and especially testing and treatment, into national health systems.


    The campaign is a reminder that we must act now to expand access, integrate care, and end hepatitis as a public health problem by 2030.


    JOIN US TONIGHT FOR A FREE WEBINAR AS WE DISCUSS EXTENSIVELY ON HEPATITIS AND WHAT YOU NEED TO KNOW.


    Our Theme for tonight's Webinar is...


    *WORLD HEPATITIS DAY– BOOSTING AWARENESS, TESTING, MANAGEMENT AND PREVENTION*


    Join us LIVE VIA Zoom tonight!


    See the zoom link below, keep, then share with your friends and colleagues.


    Look for it.

    Let's all connect from 7:40 PM as the workshop shall begin from 8PM prompt!


    Our Guest speaker and one of our own, @ MedicalNigeria & Ark MedCare, Dr. Elijah Otokpa from University of Jos Teaching Hospital shall be on ground to enlighten the public and everyone about everything we need to know about HEPATITIS!


    From definition, to causes, symptoms, diagnosis and testing to management and prevention and much more...

    There would be room for questions and answers at the end of the workshop.


    Therefore, come around with your questions and get ready to know.


    You have probably heard about *HEPATITIS* but you don't really know much about it!


    This is a great opportunity to come and learn about this deadly infection!


    Come to our Free Workshop tonight to learn everything you need to know about HEPATITIS as we celebrate World Hepatitis Day, 2025!



    It is going to be rich and educative!


    Join the Workshop here by 7:40PM.


    Again, Workshop begins @ exactly 8PM prompt!


    Click to join from 7:40PM.

    https://us06web.zoom.us/j/87689284555?pwd=pN3HclfAaz0yG7qWJBfXSaU1UVydel.1 to start or join a scheduled Zoom meeting.



    See you there
    *World Hepatitis Day 2025– LET'S BREAK IT DOWN* World Hepatitis Day is observed each year on 28 July to raise awareness of viral hepatitis, an inflammation of the liver that causes severe liver disease and liver cancer. *The theme for 2025: Hepatitis: Let’s Break It Down* Calls for urgent action to dismantle the financial, social and systemic barriers, including stigma, that stand in the way of hepatitis elimination and liver cancer prevention. Chronic hepatitis B and C silently cause liver damage and cancer, despite them being preventable, treatable, and, in the case of hepatitis C, curable. The theme emphasizes the need to simplify, scale up, and integrate hepatitis services, vaccination, safe injection practices, harm reduction and especially testing and treatment, into national health systems. The campaign is a reminder that we must act now to expand access, integrate care, and end hepatitis as a public health problem by 2030. JOIN US TONIGHT FOR A FREE WEBINAR AS WE DISCUSS EXTENSIVELY ON HEPATITIS AND WHAT YOU NEED TO KNOW. Our Theme for tonight's Webinar is... *WORLD HEPATITIS DAY– BOOSTING AWARENESS, TESTING, MANAGEMENT AND PREVENTION* Join us LIVE VIA Zoom tonight! See the zoom link below, keep, then share with your friends and colleagues. Look for it. Let's all connect from 7:40 PM as the workshop shall begin from 8PM prompt! Our Guest speaker and one of our own, @ MedicalNigeria & Ark MedCare, Dr. Elijah Otokpa from University of Jos Teaching Hospital shall be on ground to enlighten the public and everyone about everything we need to know about HEPATITIS! From definition, to causes, symptoms, diagnosis and testing to management and prevention and much more... There would be room for questions and answers at the end of the workshop. Therefore, come around with your questions and get ready to know. You have probably heard about *HEPATITIS* but you don't really know much about it! This is a great opportunity to come and learn about this deadly infection! Come to our Free Workshop tonight to learn everything you need to know about HEPATITIS as we celebrate World Hepatitis Day, 2025! It is going to be rich and educative! Join the Workshop here by 7:40PM. Again, Workshop begins @ exactly 8PM prompt! Click to join from 7:40PM. https://us06web.zoom.us/j/87689284555?pwd=pN3HclfAaz0yG7qWJBfXSaU1UVydel.1 to start or join a scheduled Zoom meeting. See you there
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  • The Library of Alexandria Was One of the Greatest Ancient Knowledge Centers

    Fact: The Library of Alexandria in Egypt, founded around 300 BCE, was believed to contain up to 400,000 to 700,000 scrolls from all over the ancient world — including works from Greece, Persia, India, and Egypt.

    What Happened? It was tragically destroyed by a series of fires and invasions, causing the loss of priceless knowledge that humanity has never recovered.
    The Library of Alexandria Was One of the Greatest Ancient Knowledge Centers Fact: The Library of Alexandria in Egypt, founded around 300 BCE, was believed to contain up to 400,000 to 700,000 scrolls from all over the ancient world — including works from Greece, Persia, India, and Egypt. What Happened? It was tragically destroyed by a series of fires and invasions, causing the loss of priceless knowledge that humanity has never recovered.
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  • Super Falcons Rewarded Royally, But Who Will Honour Nigeria’s Real Nation Builders?

    By Stanley Ugagbe

    The air is thick with jubilation, and rightly so. Our Super Falcons, a beacon of national pride, have once again soared, bringing home the 2024 Women's Africa Cup of Nations trophy. President Bola Tinubu, with a flourish, has showered them with accolades: national honors, three-bedroom apartments, and a cool $100,000 each. The Nigeria Governors Forum chimed in with an additional N10 million per player. A grand gesture, indeed, a testament to their dedication and a shining moment for our nation.

    But as the confetti settles and the cheers begin to fade, a dissonant note rings in the ears of many, a stark reminder of a deeper, more unsettling reality. While we celebrate our athletes, and rightly so, a gnawing question begs to be asked: what about the unsung heroes who keep the wheels of our society turning? The ones who, day in and day out, toil in the trenches, their invaluable contributions often met with a paltry pittance rather than a well-deserved windfall.

    Let's speak plainly. Our teachers, the very architects of our future, are paid peanuts. They stand before our children, molding minds and shaping destinies, yet their take-home pay often feels like a cruel joke, barely enough to keep body and soul together. They are the bedrock of our society, yet we treat them as if their worth is less than the dust beneath our feet.

    And what of our professors, the custodians of knowledge, the intellectual giants who are meant to propel our nation forward? They too earn peanuts, forcing many to moonlight or abandon academia altogether, leaving a gaping void in our institutions of higher learning. We expect them to produce world-class research and educate the next generation, but we offer them crumbs, effectively telling them their expertise is dispensable.

    Consider the military men, those brave souls who stand as our shield against chaos, putting their lives on the line to safeguard our peace and sovereignty. Their sacrifice is immense, their courage unwavering. Yet, their take-home pay can't even take them home. Many struggle to provide for their families, living a hand-to-mouth existence while facing unimaginable dangers. It's a bitter pill to swallow when those who protect us are themselves struggling to survive.

    Then there are our medical personnel, the frontline warriors against illness and disease, who dedicate their lives to healing the sick and saving lives. They are stretched thin, overworked, and underpaid, often working in deplorable conditions. The deplorable conditions and abysmal remuneration have driven many to seek greener pastures abroad, a phenomenon we now tragically refer to as "japa." Our hospitals are bleeding talent, and who can blame them for escaping a system that undervalues their tireless efforts?

    The irony is as sharp as a surgeon's scalpel. We celebrate a football victory with lavish rewards, a moment of fleeting glory, while the very pillars of our society crumble under the weight of neglect. It's like pouring champagne on a wilting plant while the roots are starved of water. This disparity isn't just an oversight; it's a profound statement about our national priorities, a disheartening reflection of where our true values lie.

    This isn't to say our Super Falcons don't deserve their accolades. They fought hard, they won big, and they brought joy to millions. Their victory is a testament to the power of sport and the spirit of perseverance. But true national development isn't built on isolated triumphs; it's built on the collective strength of a well-compensated, motivated, and appreciated workforce.

    We cannot expect to build a truly great nation when the very people entrusted with educating our children, securing our borders, and healing our sick are struggling to make ends meet. It's a house built on sand, destined to collapse under the slightest pressure. This isn't just about money; it's about dignity, about respect, and about valuing the foundational elements of our society.

    It's time for a radical shift in perspective, a re-evaluation of our national ethos. We must move beyond the dazzling spotlight of transient achievements and focus on the quiet, consistent efforts that truly sustain us. Let's not be blinded by the glitter of gold medals while the very fabric of our society frays at the edges.

    The President's gesture, while commendable for the Super Falcons, highlights a glaring double standard. If we can find the resources to reward athletic prowess so handsomely, then surely, we can find the means to ensure that those who dedicate their lives to public service are compensated with dignity and fairness. It's not a matter of scarcity; it's a matter of priority.

    It's time to provoke action. We must demand a living wage for our teachers, fair compensation for our professors, honorable pay for our military, and respectable remuneration for our medical personnel. We must hold our leaders accountable and insist that they put their money where their mouths are when it comes to the well-being of all citizens, not just a select few.

    Let this moment of athletic triumph be a catalyst for change, a loud alarm bell ringing in the ears of those in power. Let it remind us that a nation's true strength lies not just in its sporting victories, but in the equitable treatment and flourishing of all its people. Otherwise, the taste of victory will forever be tinged with the bitter irony of a society that celebrates some while leaving others to wither on the vine.

    Stanley Ugagbe is a seasoned journalist with a passion for exposing social issues and advocating for justice. With years of experience in the media industry, he has written extensively on governance, human rights, and societal challenges, crafting powerful narratives that inspire change. He can be reached via stanleyakomeno@gmail.com
    Super Falcons Rewarded Royally, But Who Will Honour Nigeria’s Real Nation Builders? By Stanley Ugagbe The air is thick with jubilation, and rightly so. Our Super Falcons, a beacon of national pride, have once again soared, bringing home the 2024 Women's Africa Cup of Nations trophy. President Bola Tinubu, with a flourish, has showered them with accolades: national honors, three-bedroom apartments, and a cool $100,000 each. The Nigeria Governors Forum chimed in with an additional N10 million per player. A grand gesture, indeed, a testament to their dedication and a shining moment for our nation. But as the confetti settles and the cheers begin to fade, a dissonant note rings in the ears of many, a stark reminder of a deeper, more unsettling reality. While we celebrate our athletes, and rightly so, a gnawing question begs to be asked: what about the unsung heroes who keep the wheels of our society turning? The ones who, day in and day out, toil in the trenches, their invaluable contributions often met with a paltry pittance rather than a well-deserved windfall. Let's speak plainly. Our teachers, the very architects of our future, are paid peanuts. They stand before our children, molding minds and shaping destinies, yet their take-home pay often feels like a cruel joke, barely enough to keep body and soul together. They are the bedrock of our society, yet we treat them as if their worth is less than the dust beneath our feet. And what of our professors, the custodians of knowledge, the intellectual giants who are meant to propel our nation forward? They too earn peanuts, forcing many to moonlight or abandon academia altogether, leaving a gaping void in our institutions of higher learning. We expect them to produce world-class research and educate the next generation, but we offer them crumbs, effectively telling them their expertise is dispensable. Consider the military men, those brave souls who stand as our shield against chaos, putting their lives on the line to safeguard our peace and sovereignty. Their sacrifice is immense, their courage unwavering. Yet, their take-home pay can't even take them home. Many struggle to provide for their families, living a hand-to-mouth existence while facing unimaginable dangers. It's a bitter pill to swallow when those who protect us are themselves struggling to survive. Then there are our medical personnel, the frontline warriors against illness and disease, who dedicate their lives to healing the sick and saving lives. They are stretched thin, overworked, and underpaid, often working in deplorable conditions. The deplorable conditions and abysmal remuneration have driven many to seek greener pastures abroad, a phenomenon we now tragically refer to as "japa." Our hospitals are bleeding talent, and who can blame them for escaping a system that undervalues their tireless efforts? The irony is as sharp as a surgeon's scalpel. We celebrate a football victory with lavish rewards, a moment of fleeting glory, while the very pillars of our society crumble under the weight of neglect. It's like pouring champagne on a wilting plant while the roots are starved of water. This disparity isn't just an oversight; it's a profound statement about our national priorities, a disheartening reflection of where our true values lie. This isn't to say our Super Falcons don't deserve their accolades. They fought hard, they won big, and they brought joy to millions. Their victory is a testament to the power of sport and the spirit of perseverance. But true national development isn't built on isolated triumphs; it's built on the collective strength of a well-compensated, motivated, and appreciated workforce. We cannot expect to build a truly great nation when the very people entrusted with educating our children, securing our borders, and healing our sick are struggling to make ends meet. It's a house built on sand, destined to collapse under the slightest pressure. This isn't just about money; it's about dignity, about respect, and about valuing the foundational elements of our society. It's time for a radical shift in perspective, a re-evaluation of our national ethos. We must move beyond the dazzling spotlight of transient achievements and focus on the quiet, consistent efforts that truly sustain us. Let's not be blinded by the glitter of gold medals while the very fabric of our society frays at the edges. The President's gesture, while commendable for the Super Falcons, highlights a glaring double standard. If we can find the resources to reward athletic prowess so handsomely, then surely, we can find the means to ensure that those who dedicate their lives to public service are compensated with dignity and fairness. It's not a matter of scarcity; it's a matter of priority. It's time to provoke action. We must demand a living wage for our teachers, fair compensation for our professors, honorable pay for our military, and respectable remuneration for our medical personnel. We must hold our leaders accountable and insist that they put their money where their mouths are when it comes to the well-being of all citizens, not just a select few. Let this moment of athletic triumph be a catalyst for change, a loud alarm bell ringing in the ears of those in power. Let it remind us that a nation's true strength lies not just in its sporting victories, but in the equitable treatment and flourishing of all its people. Otherwise, the taste of victory will forever be tinged with the bitter irony of a society that celebrates some while leaving others to wither on the vine. Stanley Ugagbe is a seasoned journalist with a passion for exposing social issues and advocating for justice. With years of experience in the media industry, he has written extensively on governance, human rights, and societal challenges, crafting powerful narratives that inspire change. He can be reached via stanleyakomeno@gmail.com
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  • *SCHOOL WITCHES *

    *Episode One: The Meat of the Innocent*

    The sun stood reluctantly over Abuja, its golden face veiled in clouds as if it too dreaded what would unfold at Ivory City College. Chinasa sat quietly at the back seat of her parents' car, fingers twisting the hem of her green skirt, her heart pounding like a caged drum. Her eyes darted from her father’s stern silence to her mother’s gentle hands resting over hers.

    It was her final year in junior secondary school—JSS Three. The year that mattered.

    The car rolled to a stop in front of Hostel A, and as the door swung open, her mother stepped out first. Chinasa hesitated. Her father came around, opened her door, and handed her the small purple travel bag.

    "Chinasa, be strong," her mother whispered as she embraced her tightly, her perfume clinging to Chinasa like a memory that wouldn’t wash off.

    Tears rolled down her cheek before she could stop them.

    They waved at her from the car as they drove off, and Chinasa stood frozen, her chest crumbling like dry leaves underfoot.

    Then came the whirlwind of noise—

    "Na wa o! Chinasa you dey cry?"

    She turned.

    Betty, her wild-haired best friend, sprinted across the hostel lawn, flanked by Asia and Chommy. They wrapped their arms around her, bursting into giggles, teasing and tugging playfully at her braids. Chinasa laughed through tears as they grabbed her boxes and dragged her toward the hostel doors.

    Inside the large hall, the air was thick with the musty scent of bodies and bunk beds. Over two hundred girls shared the space, giggling, gossiping, some already changing into dorm wear. Asia and Betty helped her unpack, throwing jokes as they folded her clothes into the metal locker beneath the bunk.

    Then the assembly bell clanged.

    Like soldiers in chaos, students poured out into the gravel paths, flowing into the giant hall with rusted fans and a faint smell of varnish. On stage stood Mrs. Barbara, headmistress of Ivory City College, a woman known for her thick-rimmed glasses and voice that cracked like thunder.

    "Welcome to a new term at Ivory City!" she roared. "This is not your village. Obedience is not optional. You are young women being prepared for society!"

    Behind her stood the new prefects, eyes sharp as hawks. Some students clapped. Some stared like hostages.

    That evening, the dining hall erupted with madness.

    Noise bounced from wall to wall. Pantry boys and girls served trays of fried rice and chicken, but order was a myth. Students screamed across tables, fought over meat, some devoured food with open mouths, utensils forgotten.

    At one corner, Chinasa sat with Betty, Asia, Chommy—and three boys from their class. Among them was Victor, tall, quiet, with a face sculpted like it belonged in a storybook. He stared at Chinasa like he was seeing a spirit.

    She didn’t notice.

    From her school bag, she brought out a silver flask, its body smooth and warm from the sun. She opened it, and thick chunks of stewed meat slid out, oily, glistening, spiced. The aroma captured the attention of everyone around her. Asia and Chommy didn’t wait—they scooped pieces greedily, stuffing their mouths. The boys reached for some too.

    All except Victor.

    He just watched her.

    Betty nudged Chinasa. “Why you no go chop your own meat? You dey do fine girl?”

    “I’m okay with the chicken they gave us,” Chinasa replied quietly.

    “No try that nonsense,” Betty said with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Na my mum prepare this meat for you. Anything I eat, you go eat too.”

    Chinasa hesitated. The meat looked too rich, too tender to resist. Guilt slid off her like a shawl. She picked a chunk and placed it over her green rice. The first bite melted in her mouth—juicy, buttery, laced with flavors she’d never tasted before.

    “Betty, this meat is mad o! What meat is this?”

    Betty grinned. “Human meat.”

    Chinasa stopped chewing. “What?”

    “I dey joke jare. It’s from my papa’s ranch. Young bull. Special breed.”

    Chinasa laughed. “Better talk true. This meat taste like sin.”

    They all laughed.

    But shortly after, Chinasa’s vision blurred. The world tilted like a room with a crooked floor. She stood up, mumbling something about needing to rest. The walk to the hostel was like wading through fog.

    By the time she lay on her bed, her bones felt hollow. Then darkness took her.

    ---

    She was flying.

    Her arms were wings—feathers sprouting from her shoulders. She gasped for air. She wasn’t dreaming; she was moving through night sky, trees rising below like jagged teeth.

    She slammed into a tree. Pain pierced her chest.

    She spiraled through the wind like a falling star, unable to scream.

    She crashed into a forest clearing.

    The open space was lit by hundreds of fire torches, their flames casting shadows on more than five hundred masked dancers circling a throne carved of skulls and bone. They wore brown ragged clothes, chanted in a language older than pain. The drums shook the ground.

    White men. Black women. Children. Teenagers.

    Witches.

    At the center, on the throne, sat the Queen Mother—masked, unmoving, glowing.

    “Unmask!” her voice rang like a bell soaked in fire.

    One by one, the dancers removed their masks.

    Chinasa gasped.

    Betty.
    Asia.
    Chommy.
    A teacher from school.
    A kitchen woman.
    Even the boy who once cleaned toilets.

    No. No no no.

    She turned to run.

    But something was already behind her.

    Demons.

    They flew like bats but had the heads and arms of men. Their skin was scaled like crocodiles. Their eyes were blood red, tongues long and split. They grabbed her and tossed her into the center circle like a ragdoll.

    “Feed her,” the Queen commanded.

    “No!” Chinasa screamed, struggling, crying. “I won’t eat!”

    The demons pried her jaw open. A wet, warm piece of meat was shoved into her mouth. Blood. It was blood. They forced her to swallow.

    Then everything went black.

    ---

    She woke up at 2:03 AM, gasping, drenched in sweat.

    She felt like she had been beaten with iron rods. Her ribs screamed in pain. Her arms had scratches—fresh, real. Her knees were bruised.

    “God… what is this?”

    She leaped from her bunk, her chest pounding. She checked her arms. The marks were still there. Her body had brought the dream into the real world.

    Outside, the night was silent.

    Too silent.

    She looked toward Betty’s bunk.

    The girl was fast asleep… with a smile on her lips.

    ---

    To be continued...

    IF I can get thirty shares today I'll write three episodes tomorrow
    *SCHOOL WITCHES 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥* *Episode One: The Meat of the Innocent* The sun stood reluctantly over Abuja, its golden face veiled in clouds as if it too dreaded what would unfold at Ivory City College. Chinasa sat quietly at the back seat of her parents' car, fingers twisting the hem of her green skirt, her heart pounding like a caged drum. Her eyes darted from her father’s stern silence to her mother’s gentle hands resting over hers. It was her final year in junior secondary school—JSS Three. The year that mattered. The car rolled to a stop in front of Hostel A, and as the door swung open, her mother stepped out first. Chinasa hesitated. Her father came around, opened her door, and handed her the small purple travel bag. "Chinasa, be strong," her mother whispered as she embraced her tightly, her perfume clinging to Chinasa like a memory that wouldn’t wash off. Tears rolled down her cheek before she could stop them. They waved at her from the car as they drove off, and Chinasa stood frozen, her chest crumbling like dry leaves underfoot. Then came the whirlwind of noise— "Na wa o! Chinasa you dey cry?" She turned. Betty, her wild-haired best friend, sprinted across the hostel lawn, flanked by Asia and Chommy. They wrapped their arms around her, bursting into giggles, teasing and tugging playfully at her braids. Chinasa laughed through tears as they grabbed her boxes and dragged her toward the hostel doors. Inside the large hall, the air was thick with the musty scent of bodies and bunk beds. Over two hundred girls shared the space, giggling, gossiping, some already changing into dorm wear. Asia and Betty helped her unpack, throwing jokes as they folded her clothes into the metal locker beneath the bunk. Then the assembly bell clanged. Like soldiers in chaos, students poured out into the gravel paths, flowing into the giant hall with rusted fans and a faint smell of varnish. On stage stood Mrs. Barbara, headmistress of Ivory City College, a woman known for her thick-rimmed glasses and voice that cracked like thunder. "Welcome to a new term at Ivory City!" she roared. "This is not your village. Obedience is not optional. You are young women being prepared for society!" Behind her stood the new prefects, eyes sharp as hawks. Some students clapped. Some stared like hostages. That evening, the dining hall erupted with madness. Noise bounced from wall to wall. Pantry boys and girls served trays of fried rice and chicken, but order was a myth. Students screamed across tables, fought over meat, some devoured food with open mouths, utensils forgotten. At one corner, Chinasa sat with Betty, Asia, Chommy—and three boys from their class. Among them was Victor, tall, quiet, with a face sculpted like it belonged in a storybook. He stared at Chinasa like he was seeing a spirit. She didn’t notice. From her school bag, she brought out a silver flask, its body smooth and warm from the sun. She opened it, and thick chunks of stewed meat slid out, oily, glistening, spiced. The aroma captured the attention of everyone around her. Asia and Chommy didn’t wait—they scooped pieces greedily, stuffing their mouths. The boys reached for some too. All except Victor. He just watched her. Betty nudged Chinasa. “Why you no go chop your own meat? You dey do fine girl?” “I’m okay with the chicken they gave us,” Chinasa replied quietly. “No try that nonsense,” Betty said with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Na my mum prepare this meat for you. Anything I eat, you go eat too.” Chinasa hesitated. The meat looked too rich, too tender to resist. Guilt slid off her like a shawl. She picked a chunk and placed it over her green rice. The first bite melted in her mouth—juicy, buttery, laced with flavors she’d never tasted before. “Betty, this meat is mad o! What meat is this?” Betty grinned. “Human meat.” Chinasa stopped chewing. “What?” “I dey joke jare. It’s from my papa’s ranch. Young bull. Special breed.” Chinasa laughed. “Better talk true. This meat taste like sin.” They all laughed. But shortly after, Chinasa’s vision blurred. The world tilted like a room with a crooked floor. She stood up, mumbling something about needing to rest. The walk to the hostel was like wading through fog. By the time she lay on her bed, her bones felt hollow. Then darkness took her. --- She was flying. Her arms were wings—feathers sprouting from her shoulders. She gasped for air. She wasn’t dreaming; she was moving through night sky, trees rising below like jagged teeth. She slammed into a tree. Pain pierced her chest. She spiraled through the wind like a falling star, unable to scream. She crashed into a forest clearing. The open space was lit by hundreds of fire torches, their flames casting shadows on more than five hundred masked dancers circling a throne carved of skulls and bone. They wore brown ragged clothes, chanted in a language older than pain. The drums shook the ground. White men. Black women. Children. Teenagers. Witches. At the center, on the throne, sat the Queen Mother—masked, unmoving, glowing. “Unmask!” her voice rang like a bell soaked in fire. One by one, the dancers removed their masks. Chinasa gasped. Betty. Asia. Chommy. A teacher from school. A kitchen woman. Even the boy who once cleaned toilets. No. No no no. She turned to run. But something was already behind her. Demons. They flew like bats but had the heads and arms of men. Their skin was scaled like crocodiles. Their eyes were blood red, tongues long and split. 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