Fictions by Ima.

She can remember how excited she had been when she was told she was going on ‘holidays’. She had run round the entire compound, announcing to everyone who would l isten that she was leaving for Lagos. She had promised to buy cars for all her friends and she and Godwin had become friends again. She can also remember how intimidated and shy she had felt when she sat on a white couch in Madam’s living room, and Madam had smiled at her with her ‘rich’ smile. The only relation she has had with that couch for the eight years she has been with them is scrubbing it till it gleams. She is feeding Baby now. Madam never carries Baby unless visitors are around. But Madam loves Baby. Lade knows because Madam has said that Baby is the reason why Oga hasn’t gone to marry another wife like his mother had been pushing him to. Oga’s mother was the witch that tied up her womb for more than thirteen years but when Pastor Ibinabo prayed for her, she received God...

Does it matter if he had done worst than peeing in the soup? The dude failed to realise he and everything in him is part of the ingredient for the soup. Merry Christmas to all our Christian fans!

With a heart filled with love and joy, we say MERRY CHRISTMAS from all of us at FICTIONS. We hope that the reason for the season will be made plain to you.

You must have noticed that we have not brought the Growing Years series your way for two weeks now. This is because the series has just an episode left. Stay connected for it next Thursday. Meanwhile keeping following the blog and visit our Facebook page .

“Stories, for some reason, have always had a life of their own, separate from their maker and even their characters; they remind me of the air – invisible enough to be taken for granted, yet so vital, so alive, its continued absence will seep out life from your soul. My story won’t be remembered by anyone, because you were the only one who knew it.” -   - Before she met Madam, whenever ‘rich’ was mentioned around Lade, she used to think of happiness. That’s what Iya, her mother said everyday while she led the family in morning devotions. Her deep accented voice would cut through dawn every day, the compound’s most reliable alarm clock. “Lord, make us rich so that we can be happy. Lord God, in your Word, you have said that your thoughts of us are of good, not evil. That your children can never ever suffer. Lord, we will never suffer. Lord, all those spirits and demons of poverty in this compound that say we will not succeed, strike them down by fire!!! Lord…” And on she wo...

Hello! Hope your weekend went very well? No matter what may have happened in the course of the past days, weeks or months, always be thankful and know that where you are is somebody's dream. This season on Fictions, we are going to have some GUEST WRITERS and they'll be marveling us with their captivating stories and insightful writeups. So stay tuned, we're going to have a blast. Hey! Are you interested in becoming a guest writer on the blog? Send us an email on fictionsblog1@gmail.com and we'll take in from there. Blessings!!!