MysteryAfrica

        This is going to be quite long but I’ll try to make it as brief as I can. On the night of May 7 th , 2020 (exactly three nights ago), I discovered that people had been stealing content (stories) from my blog for the past two years without my permission and due acknowledgement.           A particular person in the past two years has earned from $10-$20 per episode of my story, “Love Gone Wrong”, on a particular website and another had posed as the author of that same story on a reading website and on Facebook. The third copied the short stories from my blog to their website.         Within these past few days, it took a great deal of my time and energy to track them down and ensure the contents were taken down in a matter of hours. I haven’t been able to get to the dollar-making thief yet but I plan to do that soon and hope to succeed too.       ...

Photo credit: horrorland (silent night) "Your heart's desire is to be told some mystery. The mystery is that there is no mystery." Cormac McCarthy ***** Both girls sat with glum expressions on their faces; the note lay on the table with the TV remote placed on it to keep it from moving. As much as Judy wanted to say, “I told you so”, she could not bring herself to. The victorious feeling she had anticipated was definitely not what she was feeling then; it was supposed to feel good to be right, but in her case, she felt scared; scared to know that a killer really existed and her friend was probably going to be the next victim. Why the notes? Judy pondered and turned to Pamela who had not uttered a word since they saw the note. “Why me?” she whispered and looked up at Judy. Judy tried to search for words to offer her, but none was forthcoming. She pondered for a few more minutes and blurted out, “Echezona”. Pamela glared at her before she bo...

Photo credit: horror land (silent night) "The criminal is the creative artist; the detective only the critic." G.K. Chesterton ***** “I said I’m coming, do you want to break down the door?” Judy queried angrily in a loud voice as she made for the front door completely aware it was neither her mother nor her father; it was just 3:15pm. She made a rough guess that it would be Pamela, but was disappointed when she looked through the spy hole and saw Eche. She hesitated for a brief second before she finally opened the door with a frown on her face. There was no need to banter words with him; she knew he did not really like her and the feeling was definitely mutual. Their fake smiles and friendship shams occurred only in the presence of Pamela. He was wearing a sweater and tracks. He stood with both hands in his pocket and smiled at her. “What do you want, Echezona?” she asked curtly without finding any use of returning the smile. “How are you, Ju...

Photo credit: horrorland (silent night) "Would you like to know your future? If your answer is yes, think again. Not knowing is the greatest life motivator. So enjoy, endure, survive each moment as it comes to you in its proper sequence -a surprise." Vera Nazarian. ***** “Happy hols!” the deep gruff voice of the big-bellied principal echoed from the large speakers as the school children gleefully and clumsily made their way to the school bus with so much speed as though a second wasted would leave them trapped in school for eternity. “One at a time”, Uncle Joseph, the bus driver tried to sound stern as the junior students forced their way through the door. They obviously did not listen to him and he knew nothing he said would change their minds, so he let the struggle continue. In about two minutes they were all in and the senior students filed in casually as though they had never gone through the stage of the juniors. Uncle Joseph got into his s...

Photo credit: fansshare.com Chinonso stared at Onyi in disbelief. She had gone too far. He knew she did not like Ifeoma but what she had just told him was a blatant lie and he did not need a priest to disprove that. He could not hold it in at that moment. How dare she accuse someone who was close to his heart? Ify loved him but not in that way and all he wanted to do was yell at Onyi.    "You don't believe me?" she asked when he did not give her a reply.    "You think I'm lying againt your bestie? " she asked getting angry as he looked away with a sigh.    "Let me take you home to rest. We have a big day tomorrow" he said and began to move forward as her next statement stopped him.    "Why would you think I'm lying?" she yelled as he turned to face her.    "Because you hate her; because you're so childish that you want to get her out of your hair by any means" he paused. "I mean, you're a sm...

Photo credit: fansshare.com “Christ” he heard himself say and hurriedly climbed out of the bed to stop her. He stared at her unable to believe how far she was taking the whole thing. “What in God’s name makes you think I want to have sex with you?”    “Surely I have to pay you” she replied. “Sales were not good today and I’m really low on cash right now and I won’t be able to pay any time soon, so just…do what you guys do best” she   explained as utter shock filled his face.    “What makes you think you have to pay in this way?” He did not want to believe that she had been giving her body to men just to foot the bills at home.    “What makes you think you’re different?”    “Onyi...do…do…” he could not even bring himself to ask. She smiled and looked at him intently. “Do I sleep with men for favours and money? Yes, I do” she said all at once. His eyes remained fixed on her as he thought of what to say. “O...