Novels by Dah mosh

“Daddy!”,he exclaimed, when he saw his loving father in Kate’s car. Kate came out of the car went towards the trunk and brought out the wheel chair. She helped him into it and rolled him inside. “Omo me!”, ”How are you , my boy”, said Tunde as Wole run up to meet him. “Fine daddy”, said Wole swinging around with smiles imprinted on him. Soon the voice of Kevwe was heard. Kate went in and brought her laying her upon his laps. She looked up at his face at regular intervals while she was playing with his fingers. She was the blue-eyed child of Kate while Wo

At times when, when Kevwe his younger sister was endorsed with new clothing and had her fill of food, Kate left him to stay on his old and becoming ragged clothes. Tunde was more than an average doctor, whose primary profession was to operate in hospitals and clinics. He was sustained in a high rank in the NMA (National Medical Association). He travelled at moderate basis and mostly came back late at night after days away, and as such had little knowledge of what actually happens in his house except the hypocrite-based lies Kate tells him.

After the death of Wole’s mother, Mr. Ajayimore had himself another wife. If not for the sake of love and he wanted more kids, but for Wole. He didn’t want him to lack the motherly love he was not privilege to have as a young child. He was raised up as a catholic ward in St. Theresa’s Orphanage, Warri. He never knew the true affection of a mother. Back in the orphanage, the kids were all equally treated. Though, some more equal than the others. The Catholic Church, in precise; The Bishop of Warri Diocese sponsored and ran the orphanage, including the education of the kids. Even feeding and

Dressed in a plain white plain sleeve covered with a cobalt blue coat over a smart pair of trousers, in the same tone with a set of nicely made cufflinks holding off to his cuffs he was. On his neck was a well knotted polka-dot tie. In total, he was handsomely dressed. It was his 64th year birthday. At 64 years of age, Professor Oluwole Ajayimore looked more youthful than his age foretold of him. He looked at his eye in the mirror. It still bore the scars of a past bruise. He adjusted his glasses. He lifted his eyes to his old but treasured collections on his shelf, he smiled. He took a pic

“I don’t know Madam”, the nurse replied.“What do you mean by you don’t know? Didn’t you hear what he just said?!”, replied Felicia agitated.“It’s possible he might be suffering from acute memory loss due to the head injury he sustained”.Felicia was gum smacked. &nb

Wole spent the remaining part of the week crying in his luxurious room. Now that his father was gone, the thought of going back home was far from him. Home without his father would be nightmare. The people that killed his father probably also sought to kill him too. He therefore decided to stay with Charles.He needed him now more than ever. He had nowhere else to go. The love and care Charles had shown him since he arrived was far preferred to that which he would receive back home. “I love you dad

Trembling like a hen about to be slaughtered, she ran out of the room in fear and tears. She hated seeing his face. If not for the order he had given that every single one of Wole’s needs should be catered for, she wouldn’t have come.Charles had recruited both her and her younger sister when they were teenagers. She watched as he raped her 16 year-old sister. About 3 weeks later, her sister was confirmed pregnant. Charles was so furious and he ordered that the pregnancy be terminated immediately. Her sister died in the process of trying to terminate the pregnancy.

“I would ask you again for the last time boy. What is your name?” “First tell me yours,” Wole said. “You tell me your name and I’d tell you mine” Wole knew that the man was not a Nigerian. His skin had a far lighter tone compared to those he sees every day in school, church and in his neighborhood. He looked like one of those actors in the action movies daddy usually watches. He put his hands into his pockets and surprisingly found the picture of him and his dad

Wole said a quick prayer in his mind. He tried to look at the picture of him and his father in his hand but the thick, tight ropes denied him access to it. He laid there helpless on the backseat even as the car continued to move. He finally succumbed to the intensity of the pains. Turning himself to the opposite direction, he bowed his head to sleep.Ambrose and Emeka put the cars’ stereo on the highest volume initially to drown out his incessant cries and sobs. Even though Wole had stopped crying for several minutes now, they still continued to blast the loud music through the speakers. This woke Wole up several times from sleep and only compounded the headache

When Wole woke up, he could neither find Kate nor the car. He was lost. All four cardinal points around him was covered with thick vegetation and was pitch black. Some many questions ran through his poor mind. It was far into the night and he had no idea where he was or what had happened to him. The several bites and perches of mosquitoes on his arms and legs only heightened his confusion and agitation.Bad thoughts began to run through his mind.“What if this isn’t a mistake?”

"1952", were the words that escaped her lips. "WHAT??", Screamed Peter. That's a long way from home",said Wholly with his hands on his head. "Look Nora, back home were we are from, the year there is 2020", Said Peter. "How on earth are we going to find Santa, when he is lost in the 19's", said Wholly. they were not familiar with time travel so after they pieced everything together they concluded that the anti-Santa messed with the portal. They were rest assured that there was no way back home except they rescued Santa and end the madness that had followed them here.They had to explain who Santa Clause was to her. They told her Santa clause was a man gifted with magical powers to cut the long explanation short, and that he spreads gifts and joy on Christmas eve. They told her that he past through the portal a while before they did. "Are you talking about the fat chubby dude

The two siblings tip-toed to the portal, wondering what it was when three oddly looking creatures wearing stripped hats jumped through. The red carrying a huge red gift bag on his shoulders. Few seconds after they jumped through the portal closed in. They shot suprized glances at each other for some seconds, when one of them broke the silence."Santa!!", "Where's Santa?", said the last. Nora held Clive back behind her. "Wait, wait we're friendly", said the first hitting the one that had spoken with a candy cane. "Hold on Andy, you can't just meet someone and start asking questions willy nilly", "I'm Wholly, these are my brothers, Peter and the little dude there is Andy. Nora had no idea where this conversation was heading. A lot of strange things were happening very fast, few moments ago there was a portal in her living room and now there's a big hole in a wall and no

"In Nomine Patris Et Filli Et Spiritus sancti", said Nora as she got up to leave the church. She was 16 years of age, dark-skinned in complexion but an American by nationality. She had gotten her dark tone from her father who was a Kenyan by birth. She was a bit tall and a bit chubby by size. Nora looked at the time as she walked across the street, her glass-coated watch proudly said 6:59PM, a minute towards 7 O'clock. Nora lost her dad in a ghastly car accident barely four years now, she was just 12. His death had dealt a serious blow on the family, but especially on her. Nora was close to her dad as butterflies were to flowers. Her birthday was tomorrow, she would be turning 17 years old.She had just said a prayer in honor of her late dad. She dread the fact that he won't be there for the fifth time. Tears fell down her cheeks. Night was fast