NewStats: 3,261,269 , 8,173,576 topics. Date: Wednesday, 28 May 2025 at 05:47 PM 1p4w1t

metalgear11:
Madam shewrites, please don't give person stroke na. You need to feel how my heart was beating when I read this update. Lianater and her kids do not deserve to suffer for Ike's foolishness.

My heart was also jumping up and down too oooo 😂

Yeeeeee mmesoma wan kill my joy 😭😭. I am emotional like this ooo😭😭. I need an emotional like like like 😎😎

What a very wicked house maid. Prison awaits her. Thanks for the update ma'am

What kind of security guard is this one? Why so stupid?

Why did the Briggs give him the key to their house?

Well done madam She writes.

Nice wan ma

Thanks for the update

@SheWrites, how far na? Anything for the boys?

Shewrite help me ooo, I need you update. That's what my doctor recommend for me

metalgear11:
@SheWrites, how far na? Anything for the boys?

I dey come oooo

Damilgodwin:
Shewrite help me ooo, I need you update. That's what my doctor recommend for me

*Hands-on-my-head*
Chai
I dey come oooo

Happy Easter and Happy Holidays everyone 🤗 The story continues shortly...

Yes oooo🤭😁🥰🥰

SheWrites:

Chapter 1

"Kill her!"
"Let's burn her alive!"
"She killed her parents!"
"She killed her siblings!"
"She is a witch!"

The noise and the teeming crowd attracted Vero. She found her way through the crowd till she got a glimpse of a dark skinned, very thin girl, who looked not more than fourteen years.
She was surrounded by four stern looking women. They poked, slapped and cursed her.

"What's going on here?"
No one paid any attention to the brown skin middle-aged woman.
"Why are you hitting her, what's her offence?" Vero approached them.
"This is none of your business..." one of the
women eyed her.
Vero pulled the girl to her side.
"Who are you?" One of them glared at her.
"Give us back out neice!"
"She is a witch!"
"She must pay for her crimes!"
The women shouted at her.

The thin girl held unto Vero as if her life depended on it.
"Where are her parents?" Vero looked from one to the other.
"They are dead!" they retorted.
"She killed them, along with her siblings!"
"She must die!"
The women fired back.

"You all want to partake in a criminal act..." Vero pointed at some people in the crowd. "I am calling the police..." she reached for her phone. And in less than five minutes, the crowd dispersed.

"Give us back our neice!" The women
surrounded the middle aged woman.
"You want to end the life of an orphan.." She eyed them.
They kept quiet.
"When you all spend some time in the police cell, maybe then, your brains will reset."

The girl's aunt fled when the woman started making a call.
"Please help me..."
Vero looked down at the malnourished teenager.
"What is your name?"
"Amina Haruna."

"Where are your parents?"
She bit at the bottom of her lip. "They died in the fire..."
"Is there any other family you can stay with."
"There is no one else, except my aunts, they will kill me," her eyes grew wild with fear.

Vero nodded and glanced at the corner she parked her vehicle.
She knew that the sooner they left the area, the safer the girl will be. "Come with me, I will find a safe place for you to stay."

Amina broke down crying.
"Hey..."
"Th-thank you, ma."
"It's fine. Let's go."
Vero led the girl away. Amina kept looking back at intervals, hoping that her evil aunts wouldn't return and snatch her away from her saviour.

Nice 👍

Update update up a date 🙏🙏🙏🥰🥰

Damilgodwin:
Update update up a date 🙏🙏🙏🥰🥰

On the way
On the way
On the way
🙏

Haba, since yesterday 😭😭😁😁

SheWrites:


On the way
On the way
On the way
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Please let us know when the update has gotten to berger bus stop so we can prepare to go receive it at Maza maza, or is Jibowo the last bus stop?

April 9th na ihn you update last madam SheWrites. E be like say you wan make we arrange boys come carry you before you update ba?

metalgear11:
April 9th na ihn you update last madam SheWrites. E be like say you wan make we arrange boys come carry you before you update ba?

Abeg oooo

I will update today.

Was tied down with some side hustles.

Today today, update go show.

Make those boys wait first.

metalgear11:
April 9th na ihn you update last madam SheWrites. E be like say you wan make we arrange boys come carry you before you update ba?

CHRONICLES OF THE HELPS 21


Ike drove towards the estate gate, lost in thoughts. By the mercies of the Almighty God, his wife and children were recovering at a fast pace. The doctor in charge of their case promised that they would be discharged in two, three days. He couldn’t wait.

Mmesoma’s mother called a night before, claiming that his wife’s witchcraft had resulted into the loss of her daughter’s pregnancy. The timely miscarriage brought him great relief. The initial news about the girl’s pregnancy had brought him torment and sleepless nights. But now, he needed not worry anymore. He believed that God was indeed fighting his battles behind the scene.

He warned the woman, advising her to delete his numbers. He threatened to arrest and sue her daughter for attempted murder if she ever come close to his family again. He would have arrested her already, but her sudden miscarriage was enough punishment for now. He was happy to be finally rid of any responsibility he would have incurred if the baby had been born.

“Ike! Ike!”

The sound of his name brought him out of his reverie. He blinked thrice, then looked right and left. On seeing his neighbour, he smiled and stopped the car by the roadside.

“Mr. Kola,” he climbed out of the vehicle. “Good evening,” he shook hands with his friend.

“What’s up man? How is madam and the children?”

The younger man sighed heavily, “They are getting better.”

Kola patted him on the shoulder, “This too shall .”

“Amen.”

They leaned against the vehicle, each man quiet for the next few seconds.

“That reminds me…”

His neigbour glanced at him.

“I saw Mallam Danjuma moving things out of his duplex yesterday.”

Kola smiled. “He is relocating to Europe.”

His light brown eyes grew wild. “Oh! Wow.”

The dark skinned man scratched a spot on his bald head. “He has completely sold all his properties.”

Ike nodded as the information sunk in.

“Once he sells the duplex, he will disappear,” he chuckled.

Suddenly, it dawned on him that his family needed a new home. Their present house was filled with too many bad memories. He longed for a fresh start with his wife. A new environment would surely give his marriage the rekindling it desperately required.

He cleared his throat, “How much is the duplex going for?”

Kola started to laugh. “What do you want to do with two houses in the same estate?”

“I will sell one and live in the other.”

The older man realized that his friend was serious. “Oh, okay.”

Ike looked towards the other side of the estate. “Is Danjuma home?”

Kola used his tongue to try to extract a strand of protein stuck in between his teeth. “Hmmm… not so sure.”

“Let’s go meet the Mallam,” Ike climbed back into the vehicle.

His friend hopped into the enger seat and shut the door.


Xxxxxx


Vero noticed the sad look on her daughter’s face. The girl had been through a whole lot. She prayed within, that God will settle all that concerned her. “How are you feeling?”

Lianater lifted her dark brown eyes, upon seeing her mother’s worried look, she feigned a smile. “I am okay,” she cleared her throat twice. It felt very dry and a bit painful. “Where did my husband go to?” She realized that it had been over an hour since he left her room.

Her mother turned towards the doorway. “I think he is at the nurses’ station. He said he needed to fill the discharge papers.”

“Oh…” she adjusted the pillow behind her neck.

The older woman clasped her hands together. “I am so happy that you will be going home with the children today.”

“Hmm…”

Vero watched the girl closely. “You don’t sound excited.”

Lianater tried to smile again. But it was more difficult.

She didn’t like the way the girl looked. Her daughter’s countenance resembled that of someone in distress. “Don’t you want to go home?” She had a feeling that the girl was still struggling with her marital issues.

The younger woman opened her mouth, but no words came out. Tears gathered in her eyes. How was she going to explain to her mother that she hated her house and didn’t want to go back there?

“Lily…” the woman moved closer to the hospital bed.

Lianater met her mother’s gaze.

“Trust in the lord with all your heart,” Vero reached for her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

She pressed her lips together, forcing back the sobs that threathened to breakforth from her vocal cords. Trust in the lord? What else has she been doing all this while? She was simply exhausted and tired of fighting.

“Are we set and ready?”

Both women turned their heads. Ike stepped into the room, the baby in one hand, a few bags in the other, followed by the twins and Ada.

“I will come home with you and stay for a few days,” Vero patted her daughter on the shoulder and took the baby from Ike.

Ike sighed with relief. He had been wondering how he was going to cope. His wife wasn’t strong enough to care for the children just yet. Maybe in a week, she would be able to resume her motherly duties.

The twins and Ada got on the hospital bed.

“I don’t like these hospital beds,” Dozie frowned.

“They are hard,” Nonso added.

“Mummy get down, let’s go home,” Ada wrapped her arms around her mother.

Lianater held the girl close. “All right my darling, we are going home,” she kissed her on the cheek.


Xxxxxx

Ike smiled when he saw the puzzled look on his wife’s face. He had just driven past their house. That house was no longer their home. He sold it two days ago and bought Mallam Danjuma’s four bedroom duplex. Mr. Kola and some of the youths in the estate helped him to move his properties from the old house to the new house yesterday. His family were in for a pleasant surprise.

He stopped the car in front of the duplex and honked. A security guard stepped out, greeted them and opened the gate. The way everyone in the vehicle was staring at him, it was hard not to laugh. He composed himself and drove into the posh compound.

“Welcome to our new home…” Ike parked the car and turned off the engine.

The children stared back at him, wide-eyed.

“Daddy, what happened to our house?” Ada asked.

Ike grinned from ear to ear. “I sold it. And bought this one.”

“We have a new house!” the twins jumped down from the vehicle and started to run around the whole place.

“Do I have my own room?” Ada looked straight at her father.

“Yes, Princess. You and your little sister have a room.”

Ada dashed out of the car screaming, “I have my own room!”

Vero started to laugh. She came down from the vehicle with the baby. The new house was indeed magnificent.

Ike turned to his wife, “What do you think?”

Lianater could barely utter a word. She started to cry. While she was worrying, God was busy answering her prayers.

“Hey baby…” he drew her close.

Minutes later, her sobs subsided.

“How are you feeling now?” he placed her head on his chest.

She managed to speak. “I am happy…”

In that very moment, he knew that everything was going to be all right. He was happy that she was happy.

Before I read let me thank you for the update @SheWrites. I will tell the "boys" to chill out .

metalgear11:
Before I read let me thank you for the update @SheWrites. I will tell the "boys" to chill out .

The story continues this week...

Stay tuned 💃

SheWrites:
The story continues this week...

Stay tuned 💃

Thanks for finding time and putting the boys on hold to give us this appetizer, we're hoping that the main update will come soon.

All caught up and ing the waiting for an update crew. Very well written and riveting. I would never expect anything less from shewrites. Thank you 🙏

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Double0h7:
All caught up and ing the waiting for an update crew. Very well written and riveting. I would never expect anything less from shewrites. Thank you 🙏

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New update begins today... enjoy 💃

CHRONICLES OF THE HELPS 22


“What is the meaning of this?!” Lianater screamed at the children.

The twins stopped running around. Noticing their mother’s anger, they settled in the nearest chair. Ada and one year old Ify sat on the tiled floor, amidst a heap of toys. Their gaze was fixed on their mother’s flushed face.

The woman felt like smacking each child. Maybe some senses will settle in their brains. That might do some good, but it would also result in endless non-stop crying till she ran mad.

“I have cleaned this room twice today!” hands akimbo. “Look at everywhere! This is not a pig’s sty for heaven’s sake!” her forhead began to throb.

The children remained quiet.

“Before I count one to ten, get all these toys back to where they belong!”

They scrabbled to their feet and collected as much toys as their hands could hold. Even little Ify participated, thinking they were playing a game.

“When you are done, put all the throw-pillows where it’s supposed to be…” from the corner of her eye, she sighted a puddle of water under the dining. Her dark brown eyes turned red. She took in long deep breaths and backed out of the sitting room. Once she was safe in the confines of the kitchen, she let out a shriek. “If they don’t kill me first, I will end up killing my own children,” she started to bang her head on the refrigerator.

Her wrist-watch came into view the moment she opened her eyes. It was a quarter past two. She needed to return to work. None of her colleagues knew she wasn’t in the permises. Their might assume she was in the storeroom or Audio Visual cubicle, gathering the resources they needed to air the evening news. She came home everyday in time to usher the children into the house once the school bus drops them off. Then she picks up Ifunanya at the daycare center with the estate. Once she was done with feeding them and doing a few chores, she returns to work the moment her mother arrives. Then return at seven to cater for four children and prepare dinner. And maybe continue with the house chores. The stress of it all was killing her.

Her mother has been coming around to look after the children for the past few weeks. If not, she doesn’t know how she would have coped. Maybe she would have broken down by now. Yet, she barely concentrates at work. Her mind was always wrapped up with all the things she hasn’t been able to do at home.

“I cannot go on like this. I just can’t…”

Against her better judgement, she had called the agency, asking for specifically a male help, who would come in the morning and leave in the evening. She was in no shape to deal with another female househelp just yet. Mrs. Shalewa promised to send in someone at the end of the week. But, she could hardly wait. She needed help now.

Suddenly, she felt like she was been watched. She turned her head slightly and saw Ada and Ifunanya standing by the doorway. “What?”

“Are you talking to yourself?” Ada asked her mother.

The woman blinked several times. Was she? “Can I help you? Are you donepicking all your toys? That sitting room better be spick and span by the time I check it out.”

The girls shared a glance.

“Can I help you?” she stood straight and placed a hand on her hip.

“Grandma is at the door,” Ada responded.

Relief washed over her. She threw a glance at the gas cooker and eyed the pot emitting steam. Lunch was almost ready. The sooner she got back to work, the better. “Tell Dozie or Nonso to open the front door for her.”

The girls remained where they were.

Lianater raised an eyebrow. “Why are you just standing there?”

“You haven’t answered my question,” Ada held her mother’s pissed gaze.

The woman placed a hand on her throbbing forehead. “Lord Jesus help me…”

The girls exchanged glances.

“You are doing it again!”

She closed her eyes. “Adanne, for the love of God, leave your mother in peace.”

The girl looked her up and down and led her sister out of the kitchen.

Lianater looked towards the ceiling. “She is just three years old!”

The ringtone of her smartphone filled the air. The woman dropped her head and grimaced. She hoped it wasn’t her boss that was calling.


Xxxxxx


“My name is Boma Pepper, I am twenty-two years and I can cook, clean, take of children and do almost everything.”

The couple sized up the average height, brown skin young man sent to them by the agency.

“I will resume by sixty-thirty in the morning and close by seven in the evening. I don’t work on Sundays…” he watched his new employers.

Lianater cleared her throat and crossed her legs.

“Mrs. Shalewa told me what you normally pay your employees, but I want double,” he held their surprised gazes.

She opened her mouth and turned to look at her husband who was trying hard not to laugh.

He straightened the collar of his tee-shirt. “And one more thing…”

She glanced back at her new male help.

“I work with the latest gadget. Any gadget you don’t have, you will have to buy.”

She eyed him. “Excuse me.”

Ike enveloped his wife’s hand with his. He could feel her building irritation. Her wide eyes seemed to say, ‘What effontery?’

“For example, madam, you ask me to roasted yam and pepper sauce for lunch…”

She thought of the last time she had roasted yam. The woman that used to stay by the junction close to her work place had moved. The woman’s pepper sauce was the talk of the town.

“Without an airfryer, you don’t expect me to start a fire at the back of your house. Where will I even get firewood from?”

Ike nodded with understanding.

Boma looked from one to the other. “And I don’t do laundry with my hands. I need a washing machine to…”

“I have an airfryer and a washing machine and a host of other gadgets,” her voice sounded forced.

The young man smiled. “Good to know.”

She eyed him again. “I cannot double your pay.”

The smile disappeared. “Madam…”

She raised a hand. He stopped talking and swallowed the remains of his protest. “I will add something to the usual pay, if you are worth it by the end of this month.”

Boma grinned from ear to ear. “Okay, madam. I will be here at sixty-thirty on the dot tomorrow morning. Goodnight.”

“Okay then. Goodnight,” Ike responded.

The woman leaned against the chair and watched him leave.

Ike burst out laughing.

“Can you imagine?” she hissed thrice.

He pulled his wife closeer. “It is his confidence for me.”

She hissed again. “Do these people think that we pluck money from trees?”

Ike started to nibble at the nape of her neck. “I can actually pluck some honey from your delicious body…”

She tried to push him away. “What are you doing?”

“Plucking some honey…”

“Leave me, biko,” she started to laugh. “We are discussing something important, you are here doing something else.”

“This is more important…” He closed the gap between them and sealed her lips with a ionate kiss.

CHAPTER 23....

Hmm. Bona Pepper should better behave o.

I don't want to hear any funny story with those lil kids