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  ITOHAN (CRY FOR MERCY) EPISODE 3 Could there be hope for her? She thought in misery after a minute of unenjoyable pleasure with the doctor. She looked at the popular white faced bottle of concentrated potion. This may just elevate her pains. She had just taken a little drop when doctor came in and rushed her to the emergency ward. While she regained consciousness, he scolded her saying, “You are not yet due to die because I am not done with you yet.” She wept profusely, what could end this misery. Miss Osas had had a rough day, as a nurse, it was not uncommon to be plagued by migraine. While she massaged her fore head with words of prayer, she heard silent sobs. It should be silent but she heard  she moved towards it’s sound and it led her to Itohan's ward. “Are you okay my child?” she asked. Itohan was amazed at such nice gesture from a stranger but she kept it locked up. She could be doctor’s spy. ‘Talk to me please, you look distressed.” Nurse Osas pleaded Something spoke...

  ITOHAN (CRY FOR MERCY) EPISODE 2 ( a poetic short story) She managed to break loose, held on to her ripped blouse and scampered for the door. Uncle Bee rushed after her. It was a rat chase, as she headed for the exit, he made to grab her. In a split second, she sprawled on the ground under the effect of the heavy landing by Uncle Bee’s grabbing. “Uncle Bee, please don’t do this I beg you.” She pleaded, she was hurt from the struggle and fell. She could feel herself losing breath. Maybe she could opt to desperate plea, he might oblige. She recalled what her mother taught her about the honourable maiden, it was something she looked forward to later but that was about to be thwarted. She thought of fighting back, she raised her hand blindly to offer a slap which was skillfully dodged by her attacker causing her hand to hit the wall instead.  He raised her from the ground, threw her on the bed, mounted on her with a grin. “Its finished” She cried. That was how she lost it all in...

  A Poetic Short Story EPISODE 1 A child is crying out there, but no one seems to care as they all go about their business. “Leave me alone” She screams as his hands move through her skirt. “What are you doing? Stop it” She protests as she struggles to break free from this unfathomable act displayed by her so called big neighbour, Uncle Bee. She was to deliver the message sent by her mother, if only she knew, she never envisaged this. She managed to break loose, held on to her ripped blouse and scampered for the door. Uncle Bee rushed after her. It was a rat chase... Episode release every Friday You can join the conversation on Chronicles Book Club . Don't forget to subscribe via your email to get notifications on latest episodes and poems. Please comment on this, I love feed backs, honest ones at that. Give suggestions also and write to me, Jazzmine to feature your piece. I love collaboration . Signed Jazzmine .

Happy new year to my fellow readers community.  Cheers to the new year and the bundle of joy packaged for the year. Enjoy this beautiful piece as we look forward from all the disappointments associated with the previous year. THE MYSTERY PART 1  THE MYSTERY Once upon a time, There lived a man on the hill I was told, ‘He is a black man, he could make you sick, He has no treatment or cure for his disease’ But then, I’ll never know Who was a black man or if a man can be black For he was as fair as the rising sun and his hair was like fire from coals He definitely looked like my brother from this side over the seas, but maybe the curls on his hair betrays the look. So, I approached him, Having worn my mask and gloves, determined not to get sick. Alias, we met and spoke at length, a social distance away from each other He was delighted and offered a sumptuous meal of something in rolls and soup filled with meat. I ate. Something tickled, I let it out with a sneeze. Next morning, Bl...

  ARISE NIGERIA Arise from the depression and prostration in which circumstances have kept you. Arise from the storms of blues Arise from the grave of putrefaction Arise from the cloud of black vision Arise from all the uncanny situations Rise to a new life Rise to the afterlife Nigeria, you are more,  Arise Nigeria. Join the conversation on  Facebook

Tomb oh Tomb Where is thy wound? You who thought With your stone soo grave Could withhold the one to save Didn’t you hear the news Can’t you see the Jews In disbelief of what it may be That the one scourged and beaten The flesh of whom was left stricken He is walking on the streets Hey! Look at his feet Where the nails were pierced through Hear it, the word is true  He is risen He defeated the old rotten tomb He conquered the hades, founder of doom Now we are free, We scream in glee Free to call upon His name The sweet spirit of power By which in Him, we stand and conquer Hallelujah, We arise in Christ Hallelujah. Join the conversation on Facebook .

Sometimes, when I think of the past. I'm glad it never did last For the hope of the future Is the better today I therefore decide To work towards an intentional today With my hopes still intact For the future is today Tomorrow may just be another day. Follow the conversation on Facebook:  Jazzmine chronicles