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Once upon a time, in a quaint village nestled amidst rolling hills, there lived a man named **Kola**. Kola was known for his fiery temper and unpredictable outbursts. His anger was like a tempest, sweeping through their modest home, leaving emotional wreckage in its wake. **Shade**, his wife, bore the brunt of Kola's wrath. She was a gentle soul, her eyes reflecting the pain she endured silently. Kola's anger was not limited to their private life; he lashed out at Shade's family too. His in-laws became the unfortunate recipients of his verbal assaults, their hearts heavy with concern for their daughter. Shade, despite her suffering, held on. She loved Kola deeply, hoping that one day he would find peace within himself. But the relentless storms wore her down. Her emotional and mental exhaustion reached a breaking point. With tears streaming down her face, she made a heart-wrenching decision: she would leave Kola, taking their two young children with her. And so, one m...

By Khadijat Babansule     encouraging story for young children: In the quiet town in Offa, there lived a little boy named Joshua who had a secret he kept hidden under his sheets. Even at the age of 10, Joshua faced the nightly trouble of bedwetting. He felt alone in his struggle, like a ship lost at sea in the dark of night. One stormy evening, as the rain tapped against his window, Joshua fell into a deep sleep and soon started dreaming. He is found himself standing at the edge of a mysterious lagoon. The water was still and as dark as the night sky, and the moon shone brightly, casting a silver glow over the surface. He became scared. A gentle voice whispered on the wind, “Joshua, you have the power within you to overcome any challenge.” Suddenly, the lagoon began to stir, and from its depths rose a majestic creature, the Guardian of the Lagoon. With eyes that glowed like lanterns, it spoke to Joshua, “Brave child, to stop the nightly flood, you must face the Lagoon of Dream...

Once upon a time, in a small village nestled amidst rolling hills, there lived a woman named Amina. She was forty years old, her face etched with the lines of countless prayers and the weight of unshed tears. Amina had longed for companionship, for a love that would fill the emptiness in her heart. But life had been unkind, and her path had been strewn with thorns. Amina’s marriage had been delayed by circumstances beyond her control. She had watched her friends wed, their laughter echoing through the village, while she remained alone. The villagers whispered behind her back, their words like sharp stones: “The spinster,” they called her, their eyes filled with pity or disdain. But Amina was resilient. She clung to her faith, seeking solace in the mosque, her tears mingling with the cool marble floor. She prayed for a companion, someone who would see beyond her age and the scars life had left on her soul. Her nights were filled with whispered supplications, her pillow damp with tears. ...

There was once a house that was infested with many mice. They would run around the rooms, nibble on the food, and make a lot of noise. The people who lived in the house were very annoyed and disgusted by the mice. They tried to catch them with traps and chase them away with brooms, but nothing worked. The mice were too clever and fast. One day, the mother of the house had an idea. She decided to use food poison to eliminate the mice. She bought a packet of poison from the market and mixed it with some cheese. She placed the cheese in different corners of the house, hoping that the mice would eat it and die. The next morning, she woke up and checked the cheese. To her delight, she saw that most of the cheese was gone. She also noticed some dead mice lying on the floor. She felt relieved and happy that her plan had worked. She quickly cleaned up the mess and threw away the cheese and the mice. However, she did not know that there was one more piece of cheese left in the kitchen. It was h...

Once, there was a 17-year-old boy named Tade who had a bad habit of stealing. He would often sneak out to his mom's room at night to steal,lie to his Dad and get extra money. He did not care about the consequences of his actions, and he enjoyed spending the money he stole on drugs and alcohol. His mother, Shade, was very worried about him. She tried to talk to him and persuade him to stop stealing, but he would not listen. He would shout at her and tell her to leave him alone. He hated his mother's nagging and thought she was too strict and boring. He felt that she did not understand him or his problems. His grandmother, Nneka, lived with them and witnessed their constant arguments. She loved her grandson and wanted him to change his ways. She knew that his mother's nagging was not working, so she decided to use a different approach. She used wisdom and kindness to make him see why he should stop stealing. One day, she called him to her room and gave him a gift. It was a...

  There once lived two brothers in a small village. The elder brother, Tunde, was hard working and diligent. He helped his father on the farm, studied at school, and saved his money for the future. The younger brother, Segun, was lazy and foolish. He hated working on the farm, skipped school, and spent his money on trivial things. He believed that money grew on trees and he could get rich without any effort. One day, their father fell ill and could not work anymore. He called his sons and said, "My sons, I have no money to leave you. All I have is this land and these trees. You must take care of them and yourselves. They are your inheritance and your source of income." He then gave each son a half of the land and a half of the trees. Tunde thanked his father and promised to work hard and make him proud. He planted crops on his land, watered and pruned his trees, and sold his produce at the market. He earned enough money to support his father, himself, and his future family....

  Once upon a time, in the bustling streets of Lagos, there lived a young boy named   Joshua . His days were filled with the scorching sun, the dusty roads, and the weight of a heavy crate of bottled water on his small shoulders. Joshua was a   water hawker , weaving through the chaotic traffic, shouting, “Cold water! Pure water!” His voice echoed against the high-rise buildings, but it seemed to get lost in the cacophony of the city. Joshua’s parents were  stage performers , eking out a living from their art. They sang and danced on makeshift stages, their voices rising to the heavens, hoping for a miracle. But life was harsh, and the applause faded quickly. They couldn’t afford to send Joshua to school, so he spent his days selling water to commuters, dreaming of a different life. The sun bore down on Joshua’s thin frame as he darted between cars, his flip-flops worn and tattered. His dreams were simple: a full stomach, a roof over his head, and maybe, just maybe, ...

A Tailor's Tale by Khadijat Babansule Chidi was a tailor who had just moved to Abuja from his village. He had heard that Abuja was the city of dreams, where anyone could make it big with the right skills and attitude. He also heard that Abuja was all about packaging, meaning that appearance and presentation mattered a lot in the city. Chidi wanted to impress his new customers and make a name for himself as a tailor. He decided to dress up in a suit and tie every day, even though the weather was hot and humid. He thought that by looking smart and professional, he would attract more clients and earn more money. He also decided to hawk his services around the streets, carrying a sign that read "Chidi the Tailor: Quality and Affordable". He hoped that by being mobile and visible, he would reach more people and get more orders. However, things did not go as planned for Chidi. Instead of getting admiration and respect, he got mockery and ridicule. People laughed at him fo...

  Salma looked at her daughter Zara with a mixture of pride and worry. Zara was 20 years old and had just announced that she was getting married to her boyfriend of two years, Ahmed. Salma knew Ahmed was a good man, but she also knew how hard marriage could be, especially at such a young age. Salma had married Zara's father, Yusuf, when she was only 18. They had fallen in love and eloped, against the wishes of their families. They had faced many challenges in their marriage, such as financial difficulties, cultural differences, and family conflicts. They had also struggled to balance their roles as parents and partners, as they had Zara soon after their wedding. Salma had sacrificed her education and career aspirations to raise Zara and support Yusuf, who worked long hours as a mechanic. Salma loved Yusuf and Zara, but she sometimes wondered what her life would have been like if she had waited to get married. She wanted Zara to have more opportunities and choices than she did. She ...

Hilarious Groundnuts 👀👄 Rahab was a woman who loved to eat groundnuts. She would munch on them all day long, cracking the shells with her teeth and spitting them out. She did not care about the health risks of eating too many groundnuts, such as gas, bloating, or allergies. She just enjoyed the crunchy and salty taste of her favorite snack. Too much everything is bad. One night, she had a strange dream. She dreamed that she was farting and the fart was producing groundnuts. She was delighted by this, as she thought she had found a way to get unlimited supply of groundnuts. She kept farting and collecting the groundnuts, filling up her baskets and bags. She did not notice that the groundnuts were different from the ones she usually ate. They were bigger, softer, and had tiny faces on them. She realized her mistake when the groundnuts started to move and make noises. They were not groundnuts at all, but babies! She had given birth to dozens of babies from her fart, and they were hungry...

Pineapple babies Funke was a woman who desperately wanted to have children. She had been married for 10 years, but she and her husband had no luck in conceiving. They had tried everything, from medical treatments to prayers, but nothing worked. Funke felt like she was cursed and that God had forgotten her. One day, she heard about a traditional remedy that involved eating pineapple. She learned that pineapple was a fruit of the womb, and that it contained bromelain, an enzyme that could help with digestion and inflammation. She also read that some people claimed that pineapple juice was more effective than cough syrup, and that it had immune-boosting and antibacterial properties. Funke thought that maybe pineapple could also help her get pregnant. She decided to give it a try. She bought a bunch of pineapples and started eating them every day. She ate them for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. She drank pineapple juice, made pineapple smoothies, and even applied pineapple slices to her ski...