The Last Bus Stop - Part III [a short story by Tha Naija POET]

PART III

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This poem contains some strong language.

 

He suddenly moved towards the old man

Who wanted to turn around to run away

But was prevented from doing so by the wall of humans behind him

Lanre snatched the black bag from the old man and turned it upside down

And out came a necklace made with cowries and another made with black beads

Other items that Lanre could make out were little plastic containers that contained liquid content, broom sticks, a strange looking mirror

And several others that Lanre could not make out

Lanre felt himself gradually losing his sanity

And with the little strength and reason left in him, he said to the man:

“For the very last time, what did you do to my wife?”

The Last Bus Stop - Part II [a short story by Tha Naija POET]

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This poem contains some strong language.

Just as he was about to speak, her eyelids slammed shut

And her head began to move from left to right like a child hurriedly trying to say no without using words

The only difference was that her head was moving a lot faster

“Baby, are you okay?”

Lanre asked the question

But he already knew the answer

Lanre was trying very hard not to panic

He didn’t understand any bit of what he was seeing

And then just as suddenly as she had began shaking her head

She suddenly stopped

Her head, shoulders and arms were now covered in beads of sweat

The Last Bus Stop [A Short Story by Tha Naija POET]

Advisory Content:

This poem contains some strong language.

There are two kinds of Evil

The ones that can be seen

And those that cannot be seen

This was something Lanre was aware of

Despite not wanting to think about it as often as he thought about food

But the news broadcast he was watching

Had lured his thoughts

Into the different shades of darkness

The very thing he was consciously trying to avoid

“The suspect turned himself in at the Area F Police Station

…after stabbing his wife a total of 34 times…

The S*x Starved Teenager [A Short Story by ThaNaijaPOET]

The tale I am about to share

Took place well over a decade ago

But I still cannot resist the urge

To share it

Especially with those

Who constantly spur me to write diaries/memoirs like this

Today…

I am going to use real names and factual places.

I can’t recall the precise year

But there are three characters in this story

And the location was Ikeja

A district in Lagos State – in Nigeria

The Ricochet [ A short story by ThaNaijaPOET]

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This poem contains strong language and explicit sexual and violent content.

The Ricochet

Olumide always considered himself

God’s own gift to mankind

He was tall

Handsome and

How to Catch an Armed Robber

He knelt on the ground; both knees on the hard heartless earth; both hands clasped together like a faithful servant of the Lord and he begged. Yes! He begged and this was all he asked:

“...I will assist the police in catching armed robbers that have made the lives of my brothers and sisters out there miserable. They do not deserve to be alive. They have hurt too many and i know i have what it takes to get them arrested and put them behind bars for a very long time.”