Climate change is no longer some distant threat discussed by scientists in labs or on podiums—it’s right here, around us, within us. It is the scorching sun that refuses to be tamed, the dried-up farmlands

I sharpened my silence till it gleamed like steel, Forged not in fire—but in everything I couldn’t feel. Each betrayal, a blacksmith’s blow. Each loss, the bellows. Each lie, the molten flow. I wore despair

I dove in not knowing how far it would go, The deep end called me with a silent echo. No float, no guide, just waves and war— Dreams like anchors, pulling from the core. Currents of chaos, cold and unclear,

Chapter Six: “The War for One Heart” The gunshot came from nowhere. It cracked through the night like lightning across dry harmattan skies. Emeka barely had time to duck as Naomi screamed and pulled him

CHAPTER FIVE : “Shadows in the Mirror” The first time Emeka met Naomi, she was dancing alone at a house party in Lekki—black denim jumpsuit, braids swaying like whispers in motion, red solo cup in hand.

I saw him once— clean cut, confident, walking like the world owed him a breakthrough. Shoes spotless, but his motives? Tainted. He spoke like the truth was dangerous, like illusions were currency, like

My love, You are blessed with a beautiful curve. An essential part of you that I desire. Thinking of you makes my passion burn like fire. I hope all is well, I don't want anything to happen to my belle;

​ The old ways whisper in the wind,The old ways whisper in the wind, Soft but steady, bold yet thin. Like echoes carved in ancient stone, They live in us—we’re never alone. A mother’s call at break of

CHAPTER FOUR:  “Smoke Without Fire” Rain clung to the Lekki night like guilt to a sinner’s skin. The water tapped against Emeka’s windshield as he sat parked near

I think of her week after week I see her and I couldn't speak She had got me fixated From joy annihilated I've taken strolls longer than expected She had made me loyal than respected I hear her name in

Chapter Three: WHERE SMOKE BEGINS Lagos was a city that didn’t forgive slow hearts. Three weeks had passed since the gallery night, and Ifeoma had quickly become a fixture in Emeka’s life. Not in the

She walks like dawn in a silk-wrapped breeze, With fire in her bones and calm in her ease. Eyes like midnight—deep, unshaken, Wisdom of oceans, never forsaken. Crowned not with gold, but with glory and

Chapter Two: THE SPACE BETWEEN YES AND MAYBE The next time Emeka saw Ifeoma, it wasn’t on Bolt. It was a week later, in the most unexpected of places: a gallery opening in Victoria Island. Gbenga had dragged

Chapter One: SMOKE AND MIRRORS Lagos wasn’t kind at 6 a.m. It was a city of steel nerves and rusted dreams, and the sun wasted no time peeling back the cover of night to reveal its flaws. In Lekki Phase

Hello this is a story of love, sacrifice and hurt. I've dropped the prologue, watch out as I drop the story chapter by chapter for your reading delight.

Prologue: THE EDGE OF LAGOS Lagos is a city of noise—a thousand prayers, a thousand hustles, a thousand heartbreaks. It’s where dreams come to wrestle with reality, and only the cunning survive. People