Going Mario Savio on the World


So I’m listening to “Wretches and Kings” by Linkin Park in the bus when I realise I don’t know some of the lyrics so I check it out online. Right underneath the opening speech the name “Mario Savio” is written in a bracket and I’m like… “Who’s that?”
It turns out that he was an activist who’s speech was used as the intro. So going through the speech of a college kid fighting to be heard, I got inspired.

Linkin Park picked this portion from the speech:
There comes a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart, that you can’t take part! You can’t even passively take part! And you’ve got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels…upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you’ve got to make it stop!
And you’ve got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it, that unless you’re free, the machine will be prevented from working at all!

And the whole thing got me thinking… Mario wrote this to fight for academic freedom and free speech. But it doesn’t just relate to school. It related to the world we live in.

The “machine” which he called the student body could be seen as society. Just like the way school conforms us to certain pressures and restrictions society also does the same. And soon the pressures get us sick at heart, that we don’t even want to be part of this world.
When that happens, I think the best thing is to do is go “Mario Savio” on them.
Put your body again all the apparatus and parts: make it stop!
If you let yourself pass through the mold Society sets for you, you might not come out looking the way you want.
So… Go against the pressure and be what you want to be. Stop every apparatus of pressure – societal beliefs, stereotypes and all that nonsense – and be who you want to be.

You have to indicate to society that unless you’re going to be free to be YOU, you’ll won’t be a part of their common goal. And even tho society wants us to think one less person from the group won’t make a difference, it’s so not true. You’re an asset to society. As Mario said:
“We’re the raw material! But we’re a bunch of raw materials that don’t mean to be—have any process upon us.”

Society has always been the one to determine how we come out in the end. That’s why people believe they can’t make it if they didn’t start with the best of everything.
But most of the famous, rich people existing started from nothing, and made it because they broke out from societal norms. Bill Gates was a drop-out! Newton and Ben Carson started out as being bottom in class! Thomas Edison was kicked out of school!
The list is endless….

Mario Savio encourages:
Don’t mean to be made into any product. Don’t mean… Don’t mean to end
up being bought by some clients of the University, be they the government, be they industry, be they organized labor, be they anyone! We’re human beings!


True Happiness

It’s amazing how many books that are out there telling you how to pursue happiness… How to ACHIEVE happiness.
*eye rolling*

We are not the same in this world, even with our immense number. We might have similar goals, hopes and dreams but trust me when I say we all have our own way of reaching them.
Even when they tell u “add a pinch of salt” people have their own definitions of that PINCH. Some would take the tip of a knife or spoon to measure a pinch, while some would actually “pinch” the salt. Some might decide to mix a bit of sugar with that salt.
No mind is alike.

Happiness is in your essence. Unlocking it is the key. You can read all the books in the world but if you don’t trust your inner self, nothing will work.
You’ve got to find a way to unlock that voice in your mind and listen to it.
You’ve gotta be like driftwood… Flow with the waves.

Not tips like “Smile more” and stuff. What if I’m actually someone who finds happiness when I’m not smiling?
Sure it’s different from the usual but that’s what we all are… Different.

To be happy, block out every other human being but yourself. You’re open to suggestions from them, but you don’t live your life by THEIR rules. You could take their advice on the pinch of salt, but only you can define what you call the pinch of salt.
It’s so hard to do, trust me.
But once you can do that, you’ll really be happy.
A book will never tell you this.

The Genius

I once thought of an idea… And I felt like a genius.
It was a simple prospect though; nothing spectacular. But the fact that I hadn’t heard that idea from anyone else made me feel like I was a smart-ass. I mean, I was smart enough to have thought it first right?
Then I was watching a movie… And someone in the movie suggested the same idea to her friend.
I was like “Woah… That Chica stole my Idea!”
But that was a lie. The writer of that movie script didn’t know me; and besides, that movie was out months before I came up with the idea.

And that was when it hit me…
There’s rily no “new” idea in the world.
What ever you’re thinking… Someone had thought about it too.
But one should learn something…

INVENTIONS have taught us that the one who can bring that idea to reality first, is the bigger genius. I mean, men dreamt of flying long before the aeroplane was invented… Even Da Vinci who designed one of first flying machines, is not fully acknowledged when flying machines are being talked about.

ART teaches us that though we might have similar ideas within us, we might view and express them differently. That’s why art means different things to different people. We’re individuals; complex human beings that cannot be exactly the same way, even as twins.
We can relate to the same idea, but we are likely to view/express it differently.

WRITINGS -whether presented with precision and style, or plain humour with simple language patterns- open our eyes to issues we acknowledge but can’t explain. We find ourselves having ideas but not being able to express them. Reading from the mind of other people help to express our own concepts and realise the higher genius in the ones that are able to use their talents to express them in ways we couldn’t. That’s why whether we’re reading recreational or motivational books, we find that we can relate to it’s content.

We’re all geniuses, but in different areas and different degrees.

Anything the mind of one man can imagine, the mind of another man can create. (Jules Verne)

Confidence Streak for the Stubborn



Visualize this:
You just took a picture… Or designed something. And though you weren’t sure you liked how it looked you put it out for everyone to see anyway, like on your bedroom wall or as your profile picture on a social network.
Then suddenly someone sees this picture/painting and tells you they don’t think it’s nice.
And at that moment… You begin to like that picture… I mean, it’s YOURS to begin with right? You’re the only one that has the right to hate it.

That’s a life strategy. Sometimes we need someone to try and pull us down for us to realize we don’t really want to be down.

We put ourselves down a lot until the day someone tries to do the same, and something inside us snaps… And next thing you’re like “how dare he complain about my shirt? I mean it’s my shirt- if I didn’t like it I wouldn’t have bought it”
This is the same you dissed from the moment you left the store with it. You probably just wore it that day cause it was the only clean shirt that in your closet.

Sometimes we can’t stop the voices in our heads from trying to lower our self esteem. But remember- it’s not your voice; and those voices are more dangerous than the voices of the people around you who try to put you down.
So attack them the same way, with more intensity if you can.
Who are they to tell you you’re too fat or too ugly? Heck, let them show their real faces and we’ll know who looks better.

But they can’t… because they’re not real. So why do we listen to them?

It’s time to make war against the negatives- whether they are right in front of you or swimming in your head.
They don’t have the right to tell you what to do- you two weren’t born together, so you won’t die together.
Heck, even twins don’t come out at the same time so what’s their deal?


Chapter Thirty-Two: Trial and Error?



“Wait please… let them go. I did say I’ll sign the document, didn’t I?” Richard pleaded earnestly.

“And I am sick and tired of you acting like you have the upper hand! Sign the document and I’ll let you all go!!!”

“I think I need some air.” Muyiwa mumbled, taking giant strides towards the door. He was getting pretty upset at the whole situation, and didn’t want to do anything drastic. His father had tried to help him get everyone else out of the way but it didn’t work— and that stressed him further. He was three seconds away from wringing that man’s neck.

“And who permitted you to leave? Come back here now.”

Muyiwa sighed. His handle was already at the doorknob. He swung it open but didn’t make a move to step out. “Sir… I can never understand how you are the father of someone like Ronke.”

“Your son has guts… and lacks manners too.” Benson said, shaking his head. “But I’ll let it slide. Come back here boy.”

Muyiwa walked back, trying hard not to unleash the anger already at its brim. Mustapha’s heart began to beat and he held Aisha’s hands tightly. Someone was going to close that door in a few seconds, which was more than enough time to—


“What’s going on here? Where did they go? They were here all of a—”

Muyiwa lunged at the nearest men and crushed the bones of their hands before they could fire the guns. The others fired repeatedly at his back, but the bullets flew right off. Nneka flew at her father, ready to take any bullets that would possibly stray towards him. Abiye was nowhere to be found.

Muyiwa turned on the men who kept firing their shots. As he walked up to them lethally he saw Nneka drag Richard out of the room with the corner of his eye, so he felt more relaxed.

“There is no way I would let you lay a finger on my family.” he said between gritted teeth as he dislocated their right hands in one swift move before wiping out their memory as he did to the first henchmen that had attacked him and Mustapha. He turned his attention back to the men who had their hands broken, getting ready to perform the same wipe when he heard a large scream coming from the outside the front door. It didn’t sound like his parents or siblings so he didn’t bother checking.


“Ha…. This one is from fry-pan to fire.” Chief Benson yelled, trembling visibly. “Where did this thing snake come from?”

Richard could barely hold Lillian back. Even though her knees were shaking from the sight of the huge python wrapped around Chief Benson, she was determined to ensure her little boy didn’t hurt anyone. He wasn’t the same boy he was at the facility, and even in the face of danger, she would rather he remained her little boy.

“Abiye Ogunbade I need you to put the man down.” Lillian said gently, with no energy to infuse firmness into her tone. “This is no way to treat elders.”

Chief Benson looked at her in disbelief. “This snake is yours? And it has a name?”

“Mummy… Abiye can’t release this man just yet…” Nneka said pleadingly.

“Why can’t he? I know we are in danger but your father and I are not in support of you children putting your lives on the risk or causing any harm.” Lillian said, almost in tears. “Please my children don’t act irrationally.”

“It’s not about that mum… we promise we won’t hurt him.” Aisha assured her.

“But that’s because he is Ronke’s father more than anything else.” Mustapha chipped in through gritted teeth.

“We honestly can’t let Chief Benson go because he knows too much.” Nneka calmly explained. “We need to wipe his memory.”

“Wipe his… my goodness this is too much for one day.”

“I can’t say the same for those in there— I mean they are armed after all.” Mustapha went on as if his mother wasn’t faint enough. “But I know Muyiwa won’t kill them.”

“We vowed never to kill because of you and daddy.” Aisha added gently.

“Can someone wipe this man’s memory fast?” “He just peed on me.”

“Ah!” Chief Benson cried. “It talks!”

“I’ll make this quick.” Mustapha said, cracking his knuckles.


Ronke tried not to look at her father with disdain as his sleeping frame filled the bed. How could he do such a thing to Muyiwa’s family?

At least he was unharmed unlike the rest of the men found in the room, but Ronke was certain that he only got that grace because he was her father. As she wished they didn’t pity him because of her, as he did not pity them because of her.

The police had called to inform her that they had received a tip from an unknown source that her father was found lying unconscious with some men and malformed guns in a bungalow in an estate— right before she got a missed call from Muyiwa. She remembered the text she had gotten from him much earlier that had put her on the edge all day:

Going out of school with Fredrick… My mum and siblings are in trouble.

 I’m guessing your dad.


From the look of things, it was definitely him.

After that text Muyiwa’s number was switched off till she missed his call when they brought her father in. She stared at her phone blankly, thinking it was best to call him back when she was out of the hospital.

Suddenly her father stirred, and she started. The doctor had mentioned him not making any movement since he had been admitted. She rushed out of the ward to call on the doctor, not stopping to protest when a small group of men brushed past her as she moved across the hall.


Chief Benson was seeing things. He was in a white room with three familiar faces staring down at him. He blinked repeatedly and realized he was lying down on a bed. He tried to get up but one of the men pushed him back down.

“Where… where am I?” he asked. He tried to recall by himself, but his head hurt doing so.

“The boss wants to know what went wrong with the lawyer.” The tallest of them said, peering down at Chief Benson with eyes as cold as steel.

“The lawyer…? Oh Richard! I was supposed to meet up with him today, but I have no idea how I got here. Was I in an accident? I feel so weak.”

“Your boys are totally beat up. I thought you had it under control Chief.”

“You have no respect for me anymore Caleb.” Chief Benson said tiredly, even though he wanted to be stern. He felt drained and the worst part was he had no idea why. “And what do you mean my boys are totally beat up”

“Boss told me to tell you to hands off Richard. He knows far too little to be causing so much trouble.”

“I told your boss that I had it all under control. Once I get discharged I will—”

“The boss says to drop it Chief Benson.” Caleb said with an irritated tone. “He has lost interest in owning your company— you just have to find another way to pay off your debts.”

“Selling my company is the only way I can pay your boss back, and I can’t do that with Ibrahim still in the picture. Even if I get another lawyer, I fear Richard knows too much.”

“It doesn’t matter to us what the lawyer knows about you as long as he doesn’t know our boss. Your miscalculated antics though, may tempt him to pursue further in a bid to understand your desperation. No one must know my boss ever tried doing any business with you, and since he’s not the only one you owe, there’re a lot of enemies to blame this on.”


It took a while for Ronke to get the doctor to come back with her, but by the time they got back in her father was fast asleep. The doctor checked the sleeping man’s vitals and shook his head confusedly.

“I don’t understand this.” he muttered under his breath, but he wasn’t low enough to be out of Ronke’s hearing.

“Doctor what’s the problem? Did he slip into a coma?”

The doctor heaved a heavy sigh and looked at the panicking lady apologetically.

“We’re sorry… but we lost him.”

Chapter Thirty-One: Close Contact


Mustapha was finding it hard to keep still. His stomach had done a number of flips when his mother had shown up instead of the driver to pick them up. She and Richard had been having a number of arguments recently because he insisted on putting her on house arrest since the party without telling her why. Lillian was fed up, and had snuck out of the house while Richard was at the study to pick up the kids. He couldn’t be as mad that she went out because of the children, she thought. Besides she needed to get some fresh air.

“Hi guys! Guess who came to pick you up!”


The trip back home to the present was all a blur— all Mustapha could do was to try not to focus on the ropes digging into his skin, wondering if it was hurting Abiye as much. He looked at his mother who had been tied into a corner with Nneka and Aisha, with the armed men ogling at his older sister’s flawless skin and tried not to lose his temper. Asides Nneka, no one could take bullets and live, and most importantly if his older sister tried to do so, she needed to have the bullets extracted from her before they heal and get shut within her body— that would require surgery; something they couldn’t expose her too. Even if she could, there was no guarantee that she could get shot at first, so he did his best to keep calm.

The door creaked open, and the armed men looked behind them. A stout looking man walked in with a mischievous grin that looked as clear as it would have if the room wasn’t dimly lit. Lillian couldn’t make out his face quite easily, but the children except Mustapha gasped. They had better eyesight, and the one time they had met this man was enough to have his identity registered.

“Good evening… comfortable?”

Lillian narrowed her eyes. The voice sounded strangely familiar.

“Who the hell are you?” Lillian blurted out before she could stop herself. “What did we do to you?”

Mustapha had his heart racing, but chose to only raise an eyebrow.

“You’ll know why you’re here soon enough.” The man said with a chuckle before walking out.

Mustapha rolled his eyes. Why did he come here if he had nothing to say? He already knew that he was the one behind all this— he didn’t need any confirmation.

Like the man has read Mustapha’s thoughts, he came back in talking on the phone.

“Yes… like I said, they’re only here for surety.” The man said with a chuckle. “All I need is for you to get back on board, and not a single hair on their head would be harmed. Just talk to them— you’ll know they are fine.”

He placed the phone at Lillian’s ear. “Choose your words wisely woman.”


Muyiwa could barely contain his anxiety, but he knew better than to attract attention. Fredrick gave him a small smile and motioned to the hostel door, and he nodded.

“I’ve gotten your exit pass— we don’t have much time.” Fredrick said to him in a low voice as they walked to his car. Muyiwa’s palms were sweaty. He had so much to ask but didn’t know where to begin, so he chose not to speak just yet. Fredrick seemed to understand that, and decided to go right into what they already knew.

“It seemed Chief Benson has your mother and siblings.” Fredrick said, driving a little faster than he normally would (he was known to be particularly careful on the road, so much that it frustrated Mustapha to be in a car with him). “He called earlier today asking that your dad become his lawyer again, or he hurts his hostages.”

Muyiwa was silent— too silent. Fredrick turned to look at the young man and found him staring out of the window in deep thought.

“Mr. Fredrick would you might stopping the car for a minute?” Muyiwa asked quietly, and he obliged. Immediate he did Muyiwa stepped out of the car and unto the sidewalk. He learned over to reach for a thick, rusty iron rod not too far off. He shook the sand off it and turned to Fredrick.

“We can go now— thanks.”

Fredrick silently drove on to the house, saying no more. Each distance covered filled him with dread, for Muyiwa made no comment and asked no questions, choosing rather to squeeze and contort the stray iron rod he picked up into different shapes. Fredrick could only imagine what was on his mind.


“Yes… just you— no funny business.”

Chief Benson was filled with glee. Richard knew better than to call the police. He was known to be quite sensitive when it came to his family, and this was a culture inherited from his father that was quite known by those who had anything to do with the older man back in the day. His grin wiped into a frown when he heard Richard’s request over the phone.

“I don’t see why you want to bring your son along… but it honestly makes no difference.” he answered with a shrug, even though the lawyer wasn’t physically present to see it. “For all I know, he could have been here among my hostages. But I promise you that I’ll kill all your family with me if I see anyone else— even that PA of yours, especially those boys of yours you had helping you earlier.”

“Your conditions will be met.” Richard said with a sigh. He had no problems with all that was requested and even if he did, he had no strength to argue. He was just glad he was allowed to bring Muyiwa along. “Just tell me where, and make the meeting today please.”

“Even if you brought those your boys, my men are even more armed than they were that day.” Chief Benson gloated as if he had not heard what Richard had said. “So if you like yourself you better don’t—”

“I said we have heard Chief. Text the address and I’ll show.”

As Richard hung up, he let out another sigh. “Fredrick, you’re staying. Only Muyiwa can come with.”

Fredrick’s eyes widened, but he nodded in response.

“What I don’t understand is why he still wants you as his lawyer.”

“I think it’s because I already know quite a number of things, maybe too much— he’s not sure, and would rather not take that risk.” Richard explained rather quickly as he rose from his seat. “I’m already entangled in the conspiracy in one twisted way; it’d be better not to bring in any more outsiders.”


The text came in no time, and Richard set off with Muyiwa immediately. They were to meet by 9pm, but they were there about an hour earlier— Chief Benson had no problem with that. They were led into a mini-flat that had no furniture on the inside, except two chairs and a table, and Chief Benson was sitting on one of them with two heavily armed men standing on either side of him. The men searched them for their phones and weapons, but didn’t find any on them.

“I’m glad that you could join us. Have a seat Richard.”

Richard complied without much thought, and turned to glance at his son, who stood right behind his chair.

“So let’s get right to it.” Chief Benson said, tapping his finger on the stack of papers right before him. “I’ll let your family go once you sign this.”

“Let me see them at least.” Richard said as calmly as he could. “Anything could have happened from the time we spoke last.”

“They’re fine, I assure you.” Chief Benson said with the wave of a hand. “Let your son confirm… you’d know better than to try anything funny.”

Richard nodded solemnly, and one of the armed men led Muyiwa to another room. He looked sternly at Chief Benson, wishing he could wipe the smug look off his face. “I’m definitely not signing this until my son comes back to ensure me all is well with them.”


Muyiwa got shoved in through the doorway, but he kept his cool. The small room had Mustapha tied in a corner with Abiye, and Lillian with Nneka and Aisha at the other. His hands tightened into fists, but he still struggled to maintain his composure. The armed man that had shoved him in had returned back to the other room where his father was, leaving the two men that were here before with him alone. He couldn’t do anything until his mother and siblings were clear out of sight, so he just stood there staring at them.

“Are you guys okay? Did they hurt you guys?”

Lillian and the others shook their heads, but they dared not answer because of the guns pointed in their direction. Muyiwa let out a small sigh and retreated back to where his father was. His father gave him a distressed look and he nodded dejectedly. “They’re unharmed sir.”

“You see? Now go ahead and sign the damned thing.” Chief Benson said a little impatiently this time. Richard shook his head.

“Let them go.”

“You’re making too many demands Richard.” Chief Benson said, his voice expressing how irritated he had become.

“Look, it’s me you want. I won’t move here until the contract has been signed and for even safe measure, I’ll leave my son with me here. But especially the little ones and my wife… let them free. They’ll sit in the car and wait till we are done. Put all the armed men on us till I’ve signed all the necessary documents I don’t care— but just do this last favor for me.”

“You seem not to like your first child as much as I thought you did.” Chief Benson said with a laugh. “I see no reason why I should oblige, so I won’t.”

“Then I won’t sign this document.” Richard said indignantly.

“Then watch your wife and children die one after the other. Bring them out.”

The other armed men came out with the hostages untied. Only Lillian was trembling. The kids looked distressfully at their father instead, as if hoping that his decisions were part of some master plan.

“So… who should we start with: your wife or your youngest child?”

Richard’s eyes widened as Lillian and Abiye were shoved to the front, with both armed men pointing a gun at each of them.

“I’m thinking… both.”


It’s Been A While (Probed RECAP and MORE!!!)

Hello July!!!

*breathes in deeply*

It’s good to be BACK!

I haven’t posted anything ALL YEAR!!! I took six good months into the year off, risking losing my tiny fan base, but I needed it. A creative mind can implode, especially if your creativity is something you use in your work life. I didn’t want to implode, but I did anyway. Without giving excuses like I always do (since from all I’ve given so far you can deduce that I’ve been up to a lot) to give you new content!!!

It’s been quite an eventful year so far, and I’ve got a lot more lined up… all I want to do is either be a kid again, or make enough money to employ a personal assistant.

We have no choice but to strive for the other option because unfortunately, time cannot be reversed.

To whatever is left of my fan base, get ready for quite a lot. I would not only put up the third chapter of my upcoming novel “Bounds” (I held up on getting votes, but I’m thinking of starting again from where I left off).

You’re also get a sneak peek into something quite new, but it’s not going to be out anytime soon. Just anticipate!

Anticipate more shorts about Greg and Thelma (Black Coffee and Mocha), as well as more song-inspired stories, as well as more short stories and poems.


I’m pretty sure you all will be asking…

“Where is Probed?”

Well… probed is back… shorter, but back.

Shorter… because of our dwindling attention span and my dwindling free time.

But before you delve into the next chapter, a quick recap on what has happened so far. It’s been quite a while so I know you’ve forgotten most of what happened, so I’ll put in briefs (not the underwear) to refresh your memory.

Thanks for your patience and support. I hope you still read.

I love you guys a whole lot… even those who only read and don’t comment.


The story “probed” gives us a focus into the lives of five youngsters between the ages of 8 to 21 with extraordinary abilities living with a wealthy lawyer and his wife in Lagos.  They are not born with these abilities, but their family knew about them anyway. Through connections they were able to get them into school even though they had no past records. It took a while fitting in, but they adjust after a while and begin to make friends and soon, Muyiwa leaves for university where he meets his roommate who becomes his best friend. His new friend Michael takes him out to a house party, where he meets a girl named Ronke who studies one of the courses under his department. They got talking and decided to take a walk on the street outside the house when Ronke’s ex-boyfriend came running at them with his car under the influence of alcohol. Muyiwa envelops her body with his and ends up taking the hit, causing fatality to the car due to his super strength. Bewildered by the turn out of events, Ronke takes off in fright and Muyiwa is left wondering how to handle the accidental exposure of his special abilities to an outsider. He decides to go home for the weekend to get advice from his siblings, who help out with advice even though they were paranoid about the implications of Ronke knowing. When he went back to school Ronke requested they meet up, and she assured him that she was going to keep his secret, and that was the start of a beautiful friendship.

Mustapha on the other hand had girl issues to deal with in school; a senior student whose advances he had turned down was still bent on getting close to him. Being granted super speed, he wasn’t ready to slow down for anyone, especially those who seemed so clingy like the young girl Sade. His older sister Nneka was also wrestling with her ability to draw men in (termed the naiad complex) and her crush on her schoolmate, which led to a new discovery about herself.

Soon we got a sneak peek into the past lives of the children, how they got their abilities and their experience at the facility and how they met the lawyer Richard Ogunbade and his wife Lillian.

Mustapha planned to ask Ronke out while Nneka had agreed to date her crush Folarin, but Mustapha could still not phantom the concept of emotion. Sade was still determined to be close to him and even though he didn’t like her, he had decided not to be as mean as he used to be to her.

When Christmas came the Ogunbades decided to spend their first holiday together by taking a trip, strengthening their family bond further alongside friendships. And just when they felt nothing could go wrong, Richard found himself in a dangerous situation relating to work that threatened Muyiwa and Ronke’s relationship, even though it was hard for both of them to break up with each other at first. But soon Ronke finds herself in a compromising situation that led to them splitting up, though for a short while. Muyiwa went to his siblings for comfort, and the day he went home they discovered that their neighbor’s son had been kidnapped. In the absence of their mother, the children were able to convince their father to let them go rescue the young boy Julian, but reported themselves to their mother when she came back from her trip. While still at home on vacation, Muyiwa gets a call from Michael that Ronke had been hospitalized and this prompted them to get back together, and him revealing to her the real details on how he got his abilities, even though Ronke found it hard to take in at first.

Muyiwa was having his first birthday with the family, and all the other siblings were asked to bring a guest each for a house party, with another party planned with his friends in school. The day before the party was nowhere close to being as eventful as the day of the party itself, although someone came to ruin it in the end.

Chapter thirty picks up from where the recap left, so enjoy!!!



Chapter Thirty: What Could Go Wrong?


“I miss you.”

Something was definitely wrong with Sade tonight. He glanced at the screen briefly before replying.

“Someone sounds sedated.”

“Ouch. I’m so glad we’re not dating.”

“We couldn’t. You have terribly unrealistic expectations.”

“Why do you find romance unrealistic?” Continue reading

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Crash the Party

“Probed” is a science fiction concept with a Nigerian setting about five extraordinary children trying to live ordinary lives. I hope you enjoy reading the story as much as I love writing it!

Would you believe it?

If I told you I was abducted

By prioritized responsibilities and an unbalanced schedule?

You’d forgive that- 

If i told you you’re all appreciated

for your support of my writing… an indispensable life module.

Hahaha forgive my crappy poem and short chapter. I’ll do better in the future!


“Hello Richard! Are you having a party or something?” Chief Benson said, still sporting his plastic grin even after seeing Ronke before she could hide behind Muyiwa. “Ronke darling! You didn’t tell me you were going to be here today!”

“Good afternoon sir.” She said awkwardly, trying hard not to glance at Muyiwa. Her heart was thumping fast. They had not found time to discuss what she knew about her father, and only God knew what he had up his sleeves to show up at his place, especially since from their last encounter it did not seem as if he had known where they lived. A lot of thoughts were running through her head so fast it was making her dizzy. She unconsciously leaned on the nearest person for support, and it turned out to be Mustapha. He didn’t react to her action, probably assuming her nervousness was from probably coming over for the weekend without telling her dad.

“Chief Benson! I had no idea that you’re coming over today…” Richard said with a wary smile, trying to conceal his distress at the sight of the man in front of the house. “As a matter of fact I had no idea you knew where I lived.”

Chief Benson laughed heartily, but it sounded far from genuine. “Forget about that Richard… we need to talk, but I see this is not a good time. Maybe later?”

“We can talk now if you want, let’s just go into my study so we can discuss privately.” Richard offered, and the chief responded with a curt nod. “Let’s go inside everyone.”

Muyiwa turned to his brother to find Ronke groping his arm nervously. He tried to give her a reassuring smile, but she didn’t notice.

“Nneka please serve some food for Chief Benson.” Richard instructed. “Carry on with the party everyone… we’d be back soon.”

Everyone went back to the living room, but a bit of tension that couldn’t be explained was in the air, and only those who knew the truth about the Chief could understand the apprehension. Lillian could also sense Ronke was uncomfortable at seeing her father. She drew the young lady close before they could go into the living room.

“Richard never told me your father was one of his clients.” Lillian said quietly. “It seems Muyiwa was in on it too.”

Ronke nodded slowly, and gave Lillian an apologetic look.

“Why didn’t you tell him you were coming?”

Ronke smiled nervously. “My dad is remarried and I live with my mother. She knows I’m here.”

Lillian gave her a warm smile. “That’s good to know… that your mum knows you’re here, that is.”

Ronke found herself stifling back a laugh. At least she didn’t have to lie to get out of anything.

While Lillian and Ms. Olisa chatted away, Muyiwa and his siblings excused themselves from their guests as soon as Nneka was done serving chief Benson. They intended on keeping their discussions till after the party but it seemed the stories kept piling up the more they postponed.

They all filed silently into Muyiwa’s room, everyone bearing the burden of their secrets. Even Mustapha wore his guilt on his face, even though Aisha is the only one that knew what had happened. Abiye was the most impassive, even more than Aisha— Nneka envied the feeling of liberation.

“We shouldn’t be here long… we have guests.” Muyiwa said, striking the side of his hand against his palm. “So let’s get straight to it.”

Nneka let out an impassive sigh and decided to go first. “I didn’t think it was a big deal for me to mention that I was a year older. I mean, he doesn’t know I am.”

“Aisha dropped some dishes and I used super speed to get them… and Sade saw.”

Nneka’s eyes widened, but composed herself before speaking. “I’m worried Michael might get hooked on the complex real fast… that’s why I haven’t been making conversation with him.”

It was Muyiwa’s turn to widen his eyes. “Mustapha and I got ambushed while on an errand from dad and they were sent by Ronke’s dad.”

Aisha and Abiye widened their eyes, and Nneka gasped.

“Mummy doesn’t know about this.” Muyiwa said, casting a warning glance at Nneka. “So let’s leave it to dad to tell her.”

“Does Ronke know?”

Muyiwa nodded, taking the opportunity to clear any rising suspicion about his girlfriend. “She found out and told me about it, but I had already known by then. It was those series of events that prompted me telling her… our secret.”

“So what is he doing here?”

Mustapha let his shoulder slump. “Hopefully dad will find out… the chief will definitely not try anything here, but only God knows what is up that man’s sleeve.”

“We should get back.” Aisha mentioned quietly, and her siblings nodded in agreement.


Richard silently watched Chief Benson while he ate, apprehension rising with every passing second. He folded his hands and leaned against his desk as he looked on.

“Richard… it is rude to stare; I’m sure you have been told.” Chief Benson said, finally breaking the ice as he wiped his mouth with a paper napkin. “You may be my lawyer, but I’m still much older than you.”

“What did you want to see me for? I didn’t intend to work today.” Richard said curtly, ignoring Benson’s quip. The chief smiled and shook his head slowly.

“I received your letter… and the refund.” Chief Benson said through gritted teeth. “I need to know why you have decided to put your reliability in jeopardy.”

“The person I asked to get the documents you sent to me was attacked.” Richard said, his fists clenching.

Chief Benson eyes widened in mock surprise, and it took all of Richard not to punch him.

“I’m sure it was that stupid boy Ibrahim!” he said immediately, with a nod for emphasis.

“I don’t care… I’m not willing to die for some silly feud I’m not really a part of.” Richard said with the wave of a hand. “But what even motivated me more to wash my hands off your business is the fact that you never called to ask about the contract you sent… or even to enquire on the progress of the job you sent. Until I refunded your money and resigned from the job.”

Chief Benson’s eyes widened and he stumbled over his words before he could find a meaningful excuse. Richard didn’t even let him speak. He reached into his desk drawer and pulled out an envelope.

“Everything is intact, just as you sent it.” Richard said expressionlessly. Chief Benson wordlessly collected the envelope, not bothering to look through its contents.

“I’m sure Ibrahim’s men had an ordeal they’d never forget, but I’m no superman, and no amount of money is worth putting my family in jeopardy.” Richard said with a shrug. “So if you would excuse me, I’d like to spend the rest of my non-working hours with my family.”

Chief Benson rose from his seat and pointed a finger at Richard. “I’m sure you and Ibrahim have something planned… I’ll deal with you I promise!”

With those last words he stormed out, and Fredrick burst into the study shortly after, his fear heightened when he saw the horror-struck look on his boss’ face.

“Fredrick… I think it’s time we order those cameras.”



Black Coffee and Mocha: Cerebrum Blues

Greg is a dark-skinned, philosophical model who is the perfect gentleman… every naïve girl’s worst nightmare. Thelma is an ambitious bad-ass combining school with running her own bistro… every unserious guy’s worst nightmare. Together they form a dynamic duo never failing to get caught up in one adventure or the other… especially when they don’t even try!!!

This chapter is specially dedicated to Tega Oteve because it’s her birthday today… much love darling!!! Please check out her blog… you’re missing out on a lot if you’re not already. Enjoy!!!

The piece is inspired by a funny video up a friend shared with me. i think it was made by a guy named @mfon_umoh on instagram.

Another Chapter of Probed is up!!! It’s short but necessary for the next chapter to come that it ended that way.


Greg let out a fake grin at his date. It hurt his head making conversation with a girl with no brains, but he knew how to stay afloat with a word or two. Usually Thelma didn’t even let him hook up with such girls so he was out of practice but since she was away for the weekend, he was free to do whatever he wanted… especially when it involved girls which rich dark skin like he had— they weren’t so easy to find where he stayed.

“They’d probably think we’re brother and sister.” Greg joked as his date smiled back at him. He hated starting conversation when there was nothing to say.

What kind of one-liner was that? He ruined it before anything had even started— he was pretty sure of it.

His date ignored his quip and flipped her weave. “If you take me somewhere else, I’ll pretend you didn’t just say that.”

Greg let out a nervous chuckle. There was still home. “Okay… do you have any place in mind?”

His date’s mischievous face looked totally out of place with the grin she had on.

“Your apartment would be nice.”


“Greg… I promise you’re gonna have a great time.”

Greg chuckled, but not nervously this time. Her hands wrapped around his waist from behind as she pressed her frame tightly on his.

“I intend to.”

“And you don’t need to be extra careful… I’m clean.”

“Errr…” he usually got uncomfortable with girls that needed to justify their history, asides the struggle to believe if they were actually telling the truth.

“Yeah I am… no gonorrhea, cerebrum or whatever.”

“What?” Greg found himself slowly disentangling from her grip. “Did you just say… cerebrum?”

His date (her couldn’t remember her name, but at this rate he didn’t have to feel bad about that) nodded slowly. “Yeah… I’m cerebrum free— my doctor confirmed it last week.”

“Oh my days.”

“Well… not my doctor exactly… but it was some guy I hooked up with, and he said he was a doctor— he even wore a white coat and everything.”

Greg moved towards the nearest seat and plopped on it. This was too much to take standing. His date took it as a cue to switch to story-mode.

“You don’t know how relieved I was to hear that.” she said, wiping an imaginary sweat off her brow for emphasis. “I mean, I can’t afford surgery… I’m still struggling to pay my tuition and all that. Who knows how long I’d have to live with it before I get treatment… maybe if I had a rich husband who could afford to help out and wouldn’t mind marrying me with the cerebrum then it wouldn’t be so bad… don’t you agree?”

“I think you should go confirm with another doctor before you start making plans.” Greg said with a sigh. “Besides, I have a cerebrum, so I think we shouldn’t do this.”

His date gasped in shock and picked up her purse, slamming the door behind her as she left. Greg sunk deeper into the couch, cursing under his breath.

“This is all Thelma’s fault!!!” he cried out with a groan. “She’s turning me into a sapiosexual.”

But even with that, he couldn’t wait to tell her his ordeal.

She was going to have a laughing fit… and tell Ivy.

He’d be hearing about this for months.





*A sapiosexual is someone who is attracted to intelligent people.

Black Coffee and Mocha: Serial Killer or Something Else?

Greg is a dark-skinned, philosophical model who is the perfect gentleman… every naïve girl’s worst nightmare. Thelma is an ambitious bad-ass combining school with running her own bistro… every unserious guy’s worst nightmare. Together they form a dynamic duo never failing to get caught up in one adventure or the other… especially when they don’t even try!!!

Another chapter of Black Coffee and Mocha is up… longer than the usual though. It was a weird inspiration piece, but yeah… I don’t give off details. I hope you enjoy this and as always, Big shout out to Tega Oteve for her support on this… much love!!!





“This would have been a whole lot better if Ivy came along.” Greg muttered as they walked out of their apartment building. “We don’t even have a game plan.”

“Says who?” Thelma said, rolling her eyes (courtesy of hanging around Ivy too long). “You’d slip into the seat right behind mine and eavesdrop on our conversation. Make sure you scan his features when you walk in okay?”

“That plan is fifty shades of wrong my friend.” Greg said with a grunt. “And just to show you it’s not completely wrong, we’ll leave the elements in there.”

“Will we get arrested?”

“Of course not Thelma.”

“Okay then… what do I have to do?”

“Nothing… except me, of course.” Greg said with a sly grin, and Thelma shoved him like she was angry.

“Okay… for real… what’s the plan?”


Thelma walked into the coffee shop nervously. It was a serene place with plus leather armchairs and loveseats, with a setup that made it look like a lounge for coffee and intellects (no surprising, since they named the place “the coffee lounge”). This was her favorite place to unwind when she wanted to get away from everyone, so she didn’t understand why she told the guy to meet her here on their first date.

Only Greg knew about her favorite spot, so he didn’t understand her choice either. “You may end up changing spots… because the last thing you’d want is to have some guy that couldn’t get over you not wanting more than one date hanging around there like some pathetic sop, only to see you there and come in embarrassing you with some poem he wrote about you not picking up his calls anymore.”

She bit her lip thoughtfully. She hadn’t thought about that before, and one could trust Greg to rub in some annoying facts. Shaking the image of her best friend with a triumphant smirk on, she ran her hands through her hair and tightened her grip on her handbag while she searched for a suitable spot. She found one close to the window, with two arm chairs with an end table between them. The coffee lounge was usually packed during the weekdays, filled with students from the nearby community college and workers who wanted their morning coffee before work or a sandwich during their afternoon break.

She settled on one of the armchairs and let out a big sigh. She was not worried about she looked— she didn’t need anyone to tell her she always looked amazing, but Greg had made it his point of duty to do so for free— but she was concerned about what her mischievous best friend had up his sleeve. Her eyes strayed to the entrance as it opened, and her breath hitched a notch.

Her date was here

Tall, handsome and well sculpted, just like the day they met… with the sleeves of his loose cotton shirt rolled to the elbows. Thelma exhaled a little loud for her own ears. She decided to pretend she hadn’t seen him yet, but then his eyes met hers and he waved. She waved back, trying her best not to grin.

“Hey Thelma.”

She was getting dizzy from staring at him up close. He sat down and apologized for being a little late, and all she did was nod because she was busy trying to remember how she had met her date. Nothing came up— she met lots of people almost every day. Suddenly a text came in and Greg’s name flashed on her screen.

“One minute please… it’s important.” She said, giving him an apologetic smile before tapping on the text.

“He’s definitely a serial killer… I should be in soon.”

Thelma resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She turned to focus on her date and they fell right into conversation.


Greg tucked his phone back into his pocket— he didn’t expect Thelma to reply, as they would have gone back and forth and completely forgotten she was on a date. He didn’t think she really needed him to be there, so he was contemplating on leaving when he saw her.

Or rather, she saw him.

Those long legs and olive skin… they were all too familiar, even as they were covered up by black leather knee high boots. She stopped in front of him and folded her arms.

“Fancy running into you here… Greg.”

“It’s nice to see you again, your highness.” Greg said with a smirk, mirroring her gesture.

“It’s Nancy… not surprised you don’t remember… considering how your girlfriend yanked you out of my car that night.”

He knew her features were too recent in her memory. Instead of widening his eyes in realization, he kept his smirk intact. “I wonder why you’d think you’re that easy to forget.”

Nancy eased into a smile, most likely buying into his comeback. “So… what are you doing here?”

“Came to get a sandwich… care to join me?”

Her only response was a smile.


Thelma’s impulsively looked at the entrance door again, not surprised to see Greg walking in with a date of his own, probably someone he bumped into on his way here. She didn’t want to look but the girl looked awfully familiar. She turned back to her date. He was engrossed in his description of his latest art project he didn’t seem to notice he had lost her for a few minutes.

“Are you dirty-minded?”

“What?” her date was obviously taken aback by her question.

“It is said that creative people are usually perverted to a degree…” Thelma said with a shrug.

“Wait… do you want to sleep with me?” her date asked, raising an eyebrow.

Thelma raised an eyebrow. “It was a simple question…”

Her date laughed and shrugged. “Time will tell… maybe you’d be able to tell after another date?”

Thelma could only flash a smile. Just then, her date began to frown. He got to his feet without speaking and walked to a table.

“Nancy! What the hell are you doing here?!”

Nancy chuckled without taking her eyes off Greg, who had become visibly uneasy. “I’m on a date John, what does it look like?”
John was about to speak, but Nancy rose to her feet and looked him in the eyes. “You have some nerve you know… getting angry seeing me with a guy when you’re out on a date yourself.”

John was unfazed. “You’re my little sister… and you keep getting yourself into trouble.”

Nancy scoffed. “Do you know how old I am?”

“You just turned eighteen this month.”

Greg’s eyes widened, but he didn’t say a word. This was getting good.

“You’ve had more trips to the hospital than girls twice your age.”

Nancy’s fists tightened. “Airing my dirty laundry in public, are you?”

“If it keeps you out of trouble then I don’t care.”

“Says the guy who does porn for a living.”

“Wait what?” Greg couldn’t stop himself from blurting out. Nancy and John gave him a look.

“Do you mind? Siblings are arguing over here.” Nancy said, flipping her weave.

“Porn is good for the health… I’m doing the general public a favor.”

“I don’t understand…”

Greg turned to exchange a look with his best friend, who had been standing right in front of John and Nancy the whole time they had been arguing.

“What’s healthy about porn?”

“Yes please, help us understand what is healthy about stuff that triggers the same chemical secretions that cause addiction?”

“Yes Thelma… talk nerdy to him.” Greg said with a snicker, and she gave him a look. John gave Thelma a disapproving nod.

“If anyone should understand what I mean, it should be this guy here… but apparently he doesn’t.”

“So you’re saying porn is only for men… that’s sexist you know.” Thelma said, putting her hands on her hips in disapproval.

“So you’re saying… you watch porn?!” Greg asked, staring at Thelma in disbelief.

“Shut up Greg… stop drifting off the point.”

“I know you… you’re that girl that pulled Greg from my car that night at the club! Aren’t you his girlfriend or something?”

“Shut up Nancy.”

John looked at Greg and Thelma in disbelief, and grabbed his sister by the wrist. “Let’s go Nancy.”

His little sister didn’t object. Thelma and Greg stood side by side and watched the two of them leave.

“I told you she’d make you scratch and sniff.” Thelma said, shaking her head.

“So you almost dated a porn star eh?” Greg said with a sly smile. “Would have been fun, you know.”

“He told me he was an actor.” Thelma said, slapping her forehead.

“He probably walks around visualizing everyone in a porn movie.”

“Shut up Greg.”