Tobe Ebom Stories

Tobe Ebom Stories I love writing stories and poetry. I perform spoken word
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Where was God when I needed him the most?
01/07/2025

Where was God when I needed him the most?

24/06/2025

Handmade?
What makes it so special?
Do you enjoy it more when it wasn’t made with machine, but rather made with someone’s sweat and blood?
Does someone suffering turn you on?

03/06/2025

No point.
He’s already in heaven.
Wait… not actually in heaven.

He dead.

And he won’t be in heaven, because God don’t love him.

24/05/2025

The apprentice was caught in the curse of the doll maker.

His life leaned towards the travails of the master.

Nobody knows the difference between madness and sanity.

20/05/2025

Are you ready?

BOLA AND THE OLD WOMAN Part Six. The next morning, Bukka went to the market and purchased a car. He built the biggest su...
13/05/2025

BOLA AND THE OLD WOMAN
Part Six.

The next morning, Bukka went to the market and purchased a car. He built the biggest supermarket in the community and built free pipe borne water for everyone. People began to respect him. Many women began to crush on him. He became a happy man. He told people that his wife travelled with another man some days ago. Everyone cvrsed his wife and praised him.

Anytime he needed money, Bola would bark and there would be money everywhere. He built a bigger house and bought more cars. He became one of the richest men in the community. He bought a muzzle and put it on Bola so that he wouldn’t talk or bark if people were around, because he began to have many visitors.

After one year, he put out a vacancy for a maid, and Omoye came to apply.

Bola was shocked to see his mother. He began to cry and roll, but the muzzle on his mouth wouldn’t let his voice be heard

“Please, stay away from that silly dog. He doesn’t take it easy on strangers,” Bukka said.

Omoye avoided Bola as she carried out her duty. Bola cried silently every night as he shared the same roof with his mother, but she couldn’t identify him.

He had an idea, he decided to be a nice dog so that his mother would gain his trust and eventually untie his mouth. Each time Bukka went out, Bola would start wagging his tail at his mother. Soon, Omoye began to think that he was a good boy. He would rub his head and Bola would blush and wag his tail.

One day, Omoye decided to untie the dog.

To be continued in PART SEVEN.

Drops tomorrow.

Before Bola became a dog. BOLA AND THE OLD WOMAN (witch)Part Five. Bola was born in a big city. His father was a soldier...
13/05/2025

Before Bola became a dog.

BOLA AND THE OLD WOMAN (witch)
Part Five.

Bola was born in a big city. His father was a soldier and his mother was a teacher. He was the only child Omoye had before her husband returned from the war in a body bag. She refused to remarry and decided to focus on raising her son, Bola.

Bola was a brilliant boy. He came top in his class. But all of a sudden, his mother couldn’t afford his school fees anymore. “We are relocating to the village,” Bola had told his friends the last day in the city.

Omoye relocated to the rural area where rent and food was cheaper. She already quit her teaching job because the government failed to pay salary for a year. Bola didn’t complain, he liked it in the village. And he quickly made friends. His friends would call him to go steal mangoes and oranges and guava beside the old witch’s hut. His mother always warned him to stay away from bad company.

Now, Bola kept remembering his mother’s words as he laid on the floor as a dog.

Omoye had reported to the community and the search team already looked everywhere. Some people told her to give up that Bola may have dr^wned in the Moki river and his body may have been eaten by fishes.

Written by Tobe Ebom
All rights reserved.

Part is on the this page.

the boy that became a dog… BOLA AND THE OLD WOMAN PART FOUR Bukka carried his wife’s copse to the bush and bvried her. B...
13/05/2025

the boy that became a dog…

BOLA AND THE OLD WOMAN
PART FOUR

Bukka carried his wife’s copse to the bush and bvried her. Bola was so terrified. He knew Bukka had invested so much in this evil to let him go free. His fate was sealed. He was never going to see his widow mother again. It was over.

Bukka came back inside the hut. He was sweating profusely because of the grave he dug. His body was covered in bl00d also. He went into his room and brought a bigger chain. He put it around Bola’s neck. He brought his foam from the room and cut it to several parts. Then, he sealed the door with foam so that sound wouldn’t escape. He grabbed a cane. Bola was so terrified. He began to bark. As he bark, he started vomiting money. It was hard for him to stop because fear made him bark more. The whole living room was suddenly covered in money. Bukka fell on his knee and began to shed tears of joy. He prayed and danced and thanked God for blessing him abundantly. He brought a big bag and began to load the money. They were too much for him to count.

That night, he could not sleep. He had already forgotten about his wife that he mvrdered. He was busy thinking of things to buy. “Should I move to the capital city?” He wondered. “No, it’s better I don’t go too far. It may be hard to move Bola here and there.

The night was eerily quiet. Toads and owls made no noise, as if they were giving new wealthy man the silence he had earned with his money.

The night was long for Bola and Bukka. Bukka’s thoughts were full of joy and excitement. But Bola’s heart was filled with sorrow.

Written by Tobe Ebom
All rights reserved.

Part 5 is on this page too.

13/05/2025

Dear Felicia,

It’s sad enough watching you become something else, Felicia,
You totally forgot who you are like you are suffering from dementia
I watched you shrink into something strange, while you are bottled in pain
You’d smell flowers, but won’t get any fragrance, you were going insane,
And the sun began to feel cold on your wrinkling skin,
You’d leave your bed empty at night and sit in a corner with your arms around your shin,
Crying and asking God why— you’ve known too much already that you’d get no reply,
Not even a word or touch, Felicia, God wouldn’t even make a sigh.

If Only I Was Sixty. (A flash fiction) 18+We drank beer those evenings. She never really liked it, she thought it would ...
12/05/2025

If Only I Was Sixty.
(A flash fiction)
18+

We drank beer those evenings. She never really liked it, she thought it would make her stomach bigger. I told her it wasn’t true. She always believed me especially before s3x.

She’d come over in the afternoon, and the sun would hastily set. And hastily usher in the darkness. Fate blessed us with rains those nights. And our window and the frosty moon stared at each other all night.

Then, we would f3ck until we couldn’t br3athe no more. She often joked that her sixty-six year old bones would snap. She wished she was still in her thirties like I, and I wished I’d be in my sixties so I could marry her without getting judged by the world.

I met many women my age range, but none tasted better than her. She gave the best bl0w jobs. I’d lay back there, styling her gray hair. I’d lay there, begging for m3rcy.

And my ecstatic gr0ans made her w3tter than a river.

I’d l!ck off some of the juice, and leave the rest to give my p3nis a slippery entry. Her m0an was always celestial.

The older the berries; the sweeter… everyone who ever quoted this was right.

And if I was in my sixties; maybe the world would have given us a chance.

To be continued...

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MAYA and KUNLE (flash fiction)“Hey, fine girl.” Maya knew it was the guy from across the street. She tried to walk faste...
11/05/2025

MAYA and KUNLE
(flash fiction)

“Hey, fine girl.”

Maya knew it was the guy from across the street. She tried to walk faster, but the boy ran after her.

“Hey, you don’t like looking at my face and talking to me,” the young boy said.

This time, Maya looked at him. He was covered in sweat. He and other boys were playing football and they paused the game just so their friend can talk to his crush.

“I know you are shy to pass. I see how you usually walk fast each time we are playing football. Let me walk with you instead. My name is Kunle.”

He had told Maya his name a million times. She didn’t care. She only cared about walking past the boys playing football under the scorching sun. The area was mostly occupied by the lower class, but somehow Maya had the poise you find in the daughter of a wealthy man. Her father and mother were teachers. At least, her mother was still a teacher. Her father already retired.

Maya ignored him and walked away. All the other boys laughed at him. Kunle was used to this moment. He laughed with them.

One Saturday morning, Maya was walking on the street and a dog darted out from nowhere and chased her. She was scr3aming and y3lling for help. Kunle was right there for her. He chased after the dog and gr@bbed the dog just before it could bite Maya.

Maya’s brother came and took her away. The next day, she purposely came out so she would thank Kunle. But the boys weren’t playing football today. She would spend time on the window to see whether the boys would come out. But they wouldn’t. The more she waited for Kunle, the more her desire to see him grew stronger. All of a sudden, she could hear his voice in his head. She could see his picture on her mind, shirtless, glistening with sweat like a pork that just left the oven. She smiled within herself.

After two weeks, the boys came out again. Maya ran outside excitedly. She walked past, but Kunle didn’t chase after her. She walked past again and again and again.

One of the boys went close to her. “Listen, I don’t want to talk to you. I was just looking for my hand band I dropped on the road. Please, go back to your game.”

The boy looked at her and shook his head. “Why are you so full of yourself? I didn’t want to talk to you either. But I saw you walking to and fro repeatedly, and I thought you needed to see Kunle.”

“No, I don’t want to see…”

“Don’t bother,” the boy cūt in. “He is d3@d. He didn’t survive a dog b!te. And he was an only son,” he walked away without saying another word.

Maya was suddenly covered in prolific sweat. She started shaking. Her legs were too heavy to take another step. It felt like the Niger Bridge was tied to her ankle.

End

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For those that were following my stories on my disabled profile, please, I’ll continue BOLA AND THE OLD WOMAN tonight (I’ll post the first three I already posted before first. For the sake of uniformity.).

Foll0w. 👉👉👉👉 Tobe Ebom Stories It means so much to me. I am trying to h!t 100 followers. I’ll be so happy.

Then I can start THESE RATS CAN FLY afresh.

07/05/2025

I like it that when river k!lls somebody, the person would be buried by the river bank.

So the river can eat the co**se.
You k!lled, eat!

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