Zulaihat Tijani
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I am a story teller from the depth of Africa. Discover many shade authentic African stories here.
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How I Learned About the Wickedness of Man — Well, in This Case, "Women". Content Warning.
How I Learned About the Wickedness of Man — Well, in This Case, "Women" POV: I was nine years old. 😢😩 There are boarding schools, and then there’s Command Secondary School. I’ve heard many stories from other boarding schools, but nothing compares to what Command was like in the 2000s. I can’t speak for 2024, but back then, it was the devil’s playground. Everyone was either a pawn or being pawned.
By Zulaihat Tijaniabout a year ago in Confessions
Harmattan Morning: Surviving Boarding School During "African Winter" . Content Warning.
When I think of boarding school, so many memories flood my head. I remember what it was like in jss1. I remember every single emotion. I remember the smell, I remember the sounds. The first time I slept without dreaming was in boarding school. And now I can't sleep for a month straight without dreaming about boarding school. I guess this is what bullying does to the mind of an adult. I am not a psychologist, I know not the accurate diagnosis. A nine year old, left in the cold world of boarding school. Trust me, that’s horror.
By Zulaihat Tijaniabout a year ago in Confessions
Getting "Initiated" As a Teenager. Content Warning.
The first time I heard about the word initiation was in primary school. When we were talking about some Nigerian horror movie we weren’t supposed to watch. The ones that had “cultists” who pillaged and plundered students in Universities. Or the ones that involved a coven of witches that took pleasure in switching wombs and tying husbands to spiritual wives.
By Zulaihat Tijaniabout a year ago in Confessions
From a Late Night Bath to Chains . Content Warning.
Here’s your revised content with grammatical errors corrected: --- "I should have just continued my sweet sleep," Kemi thought. "Why do I even bother taking a bath in the evening, especially in this cold harmattan?" she muttered. "Anyway, I didn't bathe this morning, so it's fine," she reassured herself while scrubbing her tough skin with an equally rough sponge soaked in lather.
By Zulaihat Tijaniabout a year ago in Horror
