Bọ́ládalẹ́ Tèmítọ́pẹ́ Maryam

I am Bọ́ládalẹ́ Tèmítọ́pẹ́ Maryam (Amal🍒). I am a final year law student at Obafemi Awolowo University, Ile-Ife. I am a lover of African literature and a strong believer in the power of storytelling. Whenever I can I write and publish short stories on Instagram @thehungrywriterthoughts. I also volunteer for a number of organizations with focus on Mental health advocacy, environmental protection, gender equality and education. I regard myself as a meeting point for many things ranging from writing to martial arts to chess to dance, shoemaking and crafts (I call it being 50shades of awesome😁). I also happen to believe Chimamanda's writing is the next best thing after Spaghetti.

Hate Is Like Party Jollof || Bọ́ládalẹ́ Tèmítọ́pẹ́ Maryam

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Abdullah saw the hate, felt the touch of the anger, heard the thrust of the weapon and then felt the pain. As Abdullah looked into the eyes of the man who had stabbed him, he saw his own fear reflected in his killer. He saw the eyes of the politician’s daughter from his independence day operation, pleading as he had thrust his manhood into what was left of her after the rest of the gang had had their way with her. He saw her blood mingle with his.