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I can say that mothers are always perfect in their nature but will always like to influence their children to do as they wish, this is so because the proximity that exist between mother and child will make it to be achievable.  Mother ;  A good example of caretaker. Naturally speaking, mothers are good example of caretaker, whereby carrying 80% (less) of the family burden, especially the children's and the husband,  they are good example of role model in the area of caretaking more than the father, because they make sure that #food is always on the table. #Taking care of the laundries. #Plays bigger role in parental burden. #Give them advice and proper female education to the female ones. #Ensure the safety of the children...... Caretaking is mostly the party of the mother because the father believes that he only has to go work and bring the financial support for needs, but the mothers takes care of those needs manually caretaking is thereby categorized as ...

President of Rotary Club International, Olori Opeyemi Omobolawa Fola, has died as result of gas explosion in Osogbo. This happened barely 48 hours after a gas cylinder explosion triggered by a phone call, killed three people in Sagamu, Ogun State. The sad incident happened on Wednesday December 13, 2017. The trained senior nurse who was also the President, Rotary Club International, GRA, Osogbo, was said to have gone to the popular Grace Gas, Osogbo, to refill her cylinder, when she suddenly had a call and brought out her phone from her pocket. According to an eyewitness, the phone exploded instantly, set the woman and her car on fire, flung the cylinder to a far distance. Some others were also said to have been seriously injured as a result of the explosion.

Loadedchuks.com  A 30-year-old man visited his old father who could no longer see very well. As both of them sat in front of his house chatting, a dove flew in and perched on the window. The old man asked his son, "Is that a dove that perched on the window?". The son replied, "Yes dad". After a short while, he asked the son the same question a second time and got the same answer. When he asked the same question the third time, his son became angry and rebuked him saying, "This is why I hate visiting you, you keep repeating questions!" The old man was silent for about 10 minutes, and then he asked the son to go into his bedroom and fetch his old diary. The son did as he requested. Then he asked him to read page 2 of the diary. The words read: "My son is 3 years old today. As we sat in front of the house playing, a dove flew in and perched on the window. My son asked me 30 times if it was a dove. I gladly replied "yes" to each question...

THIS IS THE FINAL EPISODE "Lawson!" She began to run towards him, happy, relieved that he was ok. "Sara?" He quickly stood as she approached him, "Sara…" They both ran into each other's arms. He hugged her so tightly "I looked for you everywhere….thi­­s was the last place I thought you'd ever be…I just came and I saw you… Lawson….I'm­­ so happy you are ok" she touched his face "I didn't know where else to go…It just feels like I cant face the world anymore…" he slowly released her from his embrace. "Take my hand" Sara stretched out her hand, "C'mon, just take it" Lawson gently clasped his hand into hers and she took him to the altar and stood to face him. She searched his eyes so deeply and hadn't seen him so weak and helpless. "Five years ago Lawson, we both stood on this altar. Remember our vows? Remember you whispered in my ear never to leave you. I told you I wouldn...

4:30pm “Mom, Dad, I can’t find Lawson…I can’t find your son…” she cried as she paced in front of the two who looked lost “You have to calm down and tell us what happened” Lawson’s mother put her arms around Sara. Sara burst into tears, “Please Dad could you try his number, maybe he’d pick your call?” “Have you been to his office?” He picked his cellphone and dialed his son’s number “I have been everywhere I know him to be likely available” “It’s ok…calm down please” Lawson’s mother pet her “He’s not picking. What exactly went wrong between you two?” Lawson’s father searched Sara’a eyes 9 0pm Sara was still in her pyjamas and on her way back home, exhausted and stuck in the traffic. She had told Lawson’s parents everything. The poor couple was so shattered and also begging her to begin a new life. Sara...

"You are infertile Lawson…the doctor says you have primary infertility…" Sara burst into tears Lawson gasped, loosing his balance. "Mother called me to give me the news. I was shattered, I felt like my world was over but more importantly I thought of you. I thought of what the news could do to you, I thought of the best way to tell you… never for once did i think of leaving you. I bore your insults, your scorn, because of my past. It was so easy to judge me and think of yourself. I am the one who is hurting, I am the one who should bring some miserable divorce papers…but I thought of you…I thought of hope, faith and a miracle…I thought of my vow to you on that altar. In sickness and in health remember?", she smiled through her tears, "all of a sudden you are as weak as a baby…looking in your eyes, I can see you sudenly have lost all your guards, You are so wicked" "Sara…" Lawson fell on his knees, torn. "No!" She quickly fell on her kn...

A MONTH LATER "Mother, he's not even talking to me. All of a sudden we are both strangers…He doesn't eat my food, comes home late…he hates me so much and it's killing me. I'm confused…to think that it's truly hurting…" "For how long will you hide this truth from him. You've got to let him know…you can't carry his…" There was the sound of a car horn "Mom I've got to go…he's back" "Baby, you've got to let him know. It can work when you two are one in mind" "Bye mom" she ended the call. Lawson came into the house, about to walk past her. "Lawson" She held him "I'm tired" He didn't want to look at her face "I know…can we talk for some minutes?" She tried to help him remove his suit "Look what is it" He jerked from her "Do you hate me this much? you can't even look me in the eye? you can't even stand my sight? Lawson…it's me Sara… your be...

Sara was in shock. She sat on the chair for some seconds, stood up again and sat on the chair again…this time she held on to her blouse and burst into tears. 2 WEEKS LATER "Lawson, wake up please" Sara tapped him Lawson gently opened his eyes and looked at the alarm clock by his bedside, "It's 2 0am Sara…" "It's urgent" "I'm listening" He said drowsily "Mother says we should come for tests. She says she's spoken to her doctor and he said we should come." "What?" Lawson opened his eyes now, "Your mother is in the UK for Christ's sakes" "Let's just do it. We can go for the weekend, lets just give it a shot, please." "No. That would be rather expensive and…" "It's my birthday today and the only thing I want from you is this trip" Lawson fell quiet now. For the past two years now, his wife's birthday skips his mind… totally. "I'm…I'm sorry Sara…I...

ADMIN NOTE:Love is a beautiful thing.It is one word we have so many different definitions for. Love is something you can never fully explaing. Read Sarah's story below. I hope you enjoy it "I,Sarah Adams take you, Lawson Kuti as my lawful wedded husband, to love and to cherish, in sickness and in health, till death do us part" she smiled at him through her veil. "You may now kiss your bride Mr. Lawson" The Pastor beckoned. Lawson's heart raced as he gently unveiled his bride's face. She looked so beautiful. He gently bent over and placed a soft kiss on her lips. Sarah in turn embraced him tightly with tears of joy streaming down her face. "Never leave me Sarah" He whispered in her ear. "I will never leave you" she whispered and they slowly released themselves from the embrace. "I present to you the latest couple!" The Pastor exclaimed excitedly The church cheered and Sarah cried more in her husband's arms 5 YEARS LATER S...

"He is the one"The girl said again pointing at me.I was too dumbfounded to speak.I couldn't believe this was happening. "He impregnated you?"her mother asked pulling her hair. The poor girl nodded as she cried out in pain. I stole a glance at my father and found him looking at me.Other eyes were also on me. "Who?"i heard myself ask chika,the girl in question. "You you.you did it.that day you took me to the bush close to the school"Chika explained firmly. I was so ashamed of myself.I knew she was telling the truth but i must never admit it. "what is going on here?"my father asked asked harshly as if he was just coming out. "Didn't you hear what my daughter said? Your useless son impregnated my daughter"Her mother fumed. My father couldn't believe it.He thought it was a joke all this while. "Johnpaul!"my dad called.I turned to look at him with fear. "Is it true?"he asked. I shook my head negativel...

The urge and pressure to practice what i see in the video increase with each passing hour i couldn’t it resist anymore.I couldn’t stand it anymore. I was at home one certain day when Amaka,a girl in our street came to deliver a message to my own mother but unfortunately,she wasn’t around.My elder siblings were not around too.The junior ones were playing outside the compound. “Is there any message for her?”i asked amaka who made to leave,since whom she came looking for was not around. “Don’t worry i will come back again for her”she said.The urge started again because i was actually watching the videos before she came.I felt like grabbing her,to practice what i have been watching with her.As she made to leave,i held her hand.I knew she didn’t understand. “what?”she asked. I laughed”nothing”i said. This continued happening to me. Three years passed and i was thirteen.It was at th...

I knew it was very wrong of me to steal the money.I knew fully well that the money belonged to people and i equally knew she would suffer for it.I counted the money in a secret corner of the house. It summed up N20,000.I smiled.I couldn’t wait to meet up with Buchi so he could help me get the most anticipated phone. I got to school very early that morning but Buchi wasn’t in school yet.I fidgeted as i scanned the students trooping in,in twos and in threes.I was searching for Buchi.I waited in vain that morning for him but he was nowhere to be found.I was afraid of loosing the money. Most of my classmates were good criminals.And moreover,i wouldn’t like any of my teacher to find out i had such an amount of money with me.They must surely report me to the school and to my parents if they do,and that means trouble for me. It was after the morning assembly that Buchi came.I wondered why he came late.It was unlike him.I called him aside. “B...

I entered into a folder in Buchi’s phone that contained different types of videos. There were the popular michael jackson’s videos as well as other videos. I enjoyed the dance steps from michael jackson. I also found different movies on the phone. “Buchi is really enjoying o.i wish this phone is mine”i thought. I continued exploring the videos until i saw one video.I pressed play and i started.It was a sex video.As i watched it,my heartbeat increased.It was very much different from the sex scenes on movies we watched at home.This one showed everything.The boy and the girl in the video were unclad.As i watched the video,i felt some kind of impulse.I later discovered the phone had enough of such videos. While classes were going on,i was always busy watching porn movies.Atimes,iused earphones to watch them and when i do,i feel more pleasure than watching it without volume at all. I started drifting away from my studies.I never listen...

I have been like a lizard that wants to stop falling from the coconut tree, but ends up climbing the same tree over and over again. I had my first encounter with real Indecency when I was in Junior Secondary School One (JSS 1). My classmate, Buchi, was the first in a class of thirty students to have a phone. Rumour had it that his mother abroad sent him the phone. It was a blue Nokia camera phone. Being a close friend of Buchi, I wasted no time in befriending his phone. I fell in love with the soccer game in the phone because I had always loved football. Back in Primary School, I was an addict of football although just as a spectator. Being so thin like a fountain pen and feeble like pumpkin leaves, I never got the opportunity among the big boys in class to show to everyone that I could teach Ronaldinho how to dribble pass an entire team and score a goal without a drop of sweat coming out of the body. The only strength I had back then in primary school was my b...

We never got tired of watching the television except maybe when ‘Mr Sleep’ came calling; and we never stopped cursing the National Electric Power Authority(NEPA)whenever they put a period in our adventure by cutting power supply. I enjoyed the movies so much and was fascinated by almost everything in the movie: the enchanting voices of the actors, the perfectly- made faces of the actresses, the action, and of course, the scenes where the actors and actresses kissed, and the rare sex scenes. Although I was just a ten-year- old kid, I enjoyed the sex scenes so much and always looked forward to them. A movie where the actors and actresses never kissed or made love ended up very disappointing to me. I knew it was wrong for me to enjoy such a pleasure, but I could not bear the pain of not savoring it. I always pretended to look away or cover my eyes when such scenes were on scenes were on just to make my elder ones believe I was still a good boy, but I had a way of still seeing what was goi...

I have seven siblings from two mothers and one father. My father married my stepmother after my mother was unable to give birth to a child after six years of marriage. As if controlled by some external spirit, my mother took in few months after my stepmother was brought home by my father. However, my stepmother was already pregnant. Kenneth my eldest brother was born by my stepmother before Osarugue, my sister, was born. Kelvin came next from my stepmother's womb, and then I did from my mother's. My mother took over the baton completely by giving birth to two other children -Victory and Nosa- giving her a perfect number of two males and two females. My stepmother balanced the equation by giving birth to a set of female twin twelve years after I was born. Father was hardly ever at home while I was growing up, and even up till now, he is rarely at home. He spent more time away doing business than taking care of us at home.life was sweet. Really sweet,playing with my broth...

My name is johnpaul.You may be wondering why i want to take my life to end it all.yes,i have made up my mind to take my life,to be free. To be free from everything. The pains and the shame.Some certain circumstances in this world has made me a changed person.A changed person on the evil side. I am going to tell you how it all began. My problem began the day my father brought home a fourteen-inch television set, and a video disc player that was silver coloured. I was ten years old, about leaving primary school.I was happy,knowing that we now have a television in our house,though my father didn’t allow us watch the television most of the time. “go inside and read your books”he always said. I once heard kenneth whisper to kelvin”he would soon leave for one of his business trip.we shall see if he will carry the television with him” Our father returned from a business trip only a month ago and everyone knew he would soon embark on another b...

Dear Storiesmagic readers, a new story is here for your reading pleasure. Title: "CONFESSION OF A TEENAGER" PROLOGUE I have to put this down so that whoever gets to read it will learn of the miserable life I lived, if at the end, I choose the path of death tonight. My name is Johnpaul. I am a little above fourteen years of age and addicted to p*rnography. Before the end of today, I want to put an end to this, or put an end to my life. Lying down here on my hard bed, nothing else bothers me but this darkness. Read Also>> BELINA (ROMANCE STORY) Complete Season 1 This Iroko tree has stayed too long and its leaves have made a mess of my life like a pig’s abode. If I cannot be free alive, I will go for it dead. I do not want to have anything to do with p*rnography any longer. I am shrinking in this darkness, and I need light. Just some minutes ago, I almost Molested an innocent young girl. This is silly! Read Also> THE MISTAKE OF MY LIFE (Complete Story) So, I am writing ...

There was a nagging feeling at the back of my mind but I kept shaking it off. I was now very late for my Onitsha appointment which was supposed to start by 8 o'clock. I called the number again, twice, but this time there was no response. And that nagging feeling kept growing. By now the motor park touts had noticed me. I guess they were wondering why I had not entered any of the buses. I ignored their stares and focused on all the Kekes coming down the road, checking them all, broken windscreen or not, for the thin unkempt driver, my knapsack held loosely in my left hand. From the corner of my eye I saw someone approach. He was obviously one of the touts. He walked up to my side and stopped, it appeared he wanted to do something but was hesitating. By now I had begun to boil with rage. It was finally dawning on me that I was being played. It was obvious I was being watched, I had had the feeling for about ten minutes. The tout by my side finally turned to me and at the same time I ...

I whirled around to look for him and his signature smashed windscreen but he was gone. The other passengers immediately began to sympathize with my plight but the Onitsha bus driver was a more hands-on fellow. "Oga, enter the bus make we pursue am!" He shouted, and I jumped in. The bus conductor barely had time to shut the door before the driver zoomed off, blaring his horn and weaving deftly and dangerously through traffic. I was having my second bat-mobile experience and it wasn't even 8 o'clock. I told the bus driver about the shattered windscreen and both of us kept a sharp lookout for the signature mark on each Keke-na-pep we hurtled past. As fate would have it, each keke we passed on the way had seamless, unbroken windscreens. As we got closer to the Onitsha expressway I had begun to lose hope. What I was really going to miss in the phone was my photos and contacts and very important information that I had forgotten to back-up. There were items dating back as fa...