LOGINThe autobiography of the sorrowful life of a young boy amidst joy. A cruel and unforgettable past. Wickedness beyond recognition. Born to a busy and ignorant father. Nurtured in the cruel arms of his stepmother. Fate, hurdles and love surround his young life. Having God as the only voice that listens to him. Holding on to hope that light still exists at the end of the tunnel. A moral- filled book that threats to keep you glued until the end.... A book based on African setting, names and themes.
View MoreWhen 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?”“What if she actually dumped me here on purpose with no intention of coming back?” he thought.Tears began to well in his eyes as the apparent condition of his situation began to dawn on him and he was gripped by great fear and uncertainty. He remembered the picture of him and his Dad from last Christmas that he always kept in his bag pack. He reached for it and though he could barely see the images on the picture, the thought of his dear father living
He heard the horn of Kate’s Toyota Camry car.“That should be her, right?”, Mrs. Sharon asked.Wole nodded affirmatively to her question.“Take care dear”Wole stood up and embraced Mrs. Sharon tightly.“Thank you so much for always being there for me Ma. You’re like the mother I never had”,Wole said amidst stifled tears.Mrs. Sharon returned the embrace warmly after which Wole ran off to meet his step-mother atthe reception. He didn’t need a prophet to tell him that she wasn’t in a good mood. He steppedinto the car without saying a word to Kate or even sparing her a glance. On their way back home,Wole noticed that Kate took a different route this time, not the usual one that leads to their house.After a short while, she pulled up at the front of a big house.“Stay here”, she said.Wole looked at her curiously as she
When Kate had come to pick Wole up from school, his teachers made several complaints to her.She casted a nasty look at Wole and his tears began to flow again. Wole knew that now that hisfather was paralyzed, Kate would deal with him mercilessly and there would be nothing hisfather can do about it.“Why were you sleeping while your teachers were teaching today, Wole?” Kate asked.“I-I-I-I…” Wole stammered.“You don’t want to answer me, right? Don’t worry, we would see about that when we get home”she said visibly pissed now.Wole impulsively ran and hid behind Mrs. Sharon. He didn’t want to be beaten up by anyoneanymore. Kate however dragged him forcefully to the car and drove off roughly. Mrs. Sharononly looked on with sad eyes.“She is his mother anyways, my hands are tied” , she thought to herself.That evening, Wole rece
After closing from work early and on his way back home, Tunde was attacked by armed robbers.They made away with his car and all the valuable assets in it, bundled him into a nearbyfarmland and gang beat him. They left him almost lifeless.About half an hour after they left, the owner of the farmland came by his farm to round up forthe day and found Tunde almost unconscious. He reached out to him and tried to get out anyinformation that would be relevant in assisting him.“DI-VIN-E HOSP-IITA-LL”, were the only words that Tunde could manage to utter in histerribly bruised state. Knowing the place as it wasn’t too far from his farmland, he carefullylifted Tunde unto the back seat of his truck and with the little petrol he had left in it, he drovedown to the hospital.When the young farmer brought Tunde in, the nurses and medical personnel easily identified himas the Doctor-in-charge a





