In light of the recent hullabaloo surrounding serialised stories on steemit, I decided to "un-serialise" my work (if that is a word). So here's my story, The Sleeping Volcano, from A-Z. The leather

Table of Content Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 His best friend, the leather belt woke him up as usual but this time more violently. He had been too weak to stand up and had slept on the same spot.

Table of Content Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 PART 4 "You demon", she yelled, walking towards him with anger. Lanre staggered backwards, crawling, till his back touched the wall. There was nowhere to

Table of Content Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 The light switch flipped on and Lola walked in. It was time for his night classes. Lanre smiled goofily at her and she returned the favour. It was only at nights,

Today we make new beginnings even though we cannot see the end. But when the end comes, may we remember what the good Lord has given and not what was denied. When we search for what was given and find

TABLE OF CONTENT Part 1 Part Two "Clean the entire house before we get back home. One speck of dust and you're in trouble. I'll send you back to hell where you're from", Aunt Clara instructed

The leather belt slashed across his face, bringing him to consciousness. He writhed in pain, holding and rubbing his face to salve the stinging pain. "You idiot!", she shrieked violently, then

As I earlier announced. I would soon begin posting a story titled, Sleeping Volcano. Originally, I had proposed in my heart to post the first part of the story today. However, I've been unable to select

I wrote a little story about a boy named Lanre, who suffers abuse at the hands of his guardian. You might be wondering what I mean by a sleeping volcano. While thinking over the appropriate title for this

Just yesterday, I read @michelle.gent's post, "Me Too", in which she related how she had been abused as a kid and urged others to raise their voice too to fight sexual harassment and assault.

Yesterday, during a conversation with my mentor and (Biology, Steemit, Guitar, life, music) teacher, @tojukaka, a desire was birthed in me to do something about child abuse. This post officially flags

Strings of hate did weave me back When my heart was broken And my soul despaired Deprived of love and hurt by lust I taught myself to hate and with hate I weaved my heart back to one piece SOURCE I'm very