COIN …there are two sides to every story by Temitope Obasa (Episode 1)


Happy Owanbe Saturday to everyone. This series was written by TEMITOPE OBASA and would be published every Saturday. Enjoy!




For weeks, the stranger planned the greatest task, so far, of his life.

His master, whom he loved to think of as Chief, had carefully set everything in motion and there was to be no mistake, as Chief kept hammering in his ear.

A stupid girl, Ronke, had chosen to be Chief’s enemy and his enemies deserved to die. The stranger didn’t know the atrocity Ronke committed but he didn’t have to. For the Chief to be upset, Ronke deserved whatever she got.

So far, things worked out. He checked his wristwatch which glowed in the darkness, it was just 1:30 am and he was well positioned – inside Ronke’s room. She had a knack for sneaking out after her parents went to bed and that gave him an idea for easy access; he climbed up the way she normally did. The stranger knew Ronke’s routine by heart now because he had carefully watched and studied her over three weeks.

He waited patiently in the dark room, musing about the brilliance of Chief’s plan. During his watch, the stranger had carefully shattered the security shards of glass over the fence. If one didn’t look well, it was hard to notice because it was just wide enough to allow him passage. He wanted to wear soft sole sneakers so as to make his fall from the fence noiseless but Chief pointed out that he would be in danger of getting pierced by the glass remnants.

Together, they concluded he was better off with a hard sole and the question of noise solved by using a rope which he tied to a tire rim, to hold his weight. The rim was carefully hid in a thick bush that separated Ronke’s house from the next building.

He’d simply flung the rope into Ronke’s compound; having watched her sneak out an hour after the light in her parents’ room went out.

The stranger listened for sound; there was none, so he made his climb. He understood that once inside the compound, things became risky but he didn’t mind; he would do anything, even risk his life for the Chief. For one, he had to leave the rope hanging from the wall till he finished his assignment so he could make his escape with it; the problem however was it could be spotted if a vigilant person passed it. For another, he simply used the fact that Ronke’s parents’ room was dark and that the light went off at about the same time every night, to assume they were asleep. And then, there was Musa, the security guard. If he as much as caught glimpse of him, everything would go wrong because the stranger didn’t have instruction to kill more than one person and even if he decided to kill Musa, the stranger hadn’t come with any weapon.

The stranger would never betray Chief even if he was caught, that was the agreement they had.

Luckily, Musa didn’t come towards the direction; the house was as silent as a graveyard. The stranger entered Ronke’s room with ease, using a huge agunmaniye tree that grew beside the room. Ronke would be home anytime soon. He was excited, standing behind the curtain of the window that overlooked the front of the house. He spotted a car headlamp and smiled, it could only be one person at this time and in this area. The car stopped a building away and the slut, in whose room he was, leaned over to kiss her boyfriend, who drove the car.

The stranger felt disgusted, the world wasn’t as it used to be; where were the days when women remained chaste till they found a man that would take their hand in marriage? He felt a surge of anger as he watched the young girl wave happily to her boyfriend before turning to bounce towards the gate house. She tapped the gateman’s window gently and after some minutes, appeared through his door. She dared not use the gate for fear of waking her parents; she would rather climb in through the gatehouse window. He knew because he had watched her do it severally over the weeks. The stranger checked the time again; it was 2: 45am- the usual time she returned home. He knew she would use the side window so he kept himself well hidden behind the thick curtains where he stood but away from the window for fear of being seen from outside in case Ronke decided to put the lights on before he attacked.

Sure enough, Ronke climbed noiselessly into her room and from the moon that illuminated her face, he saw her contented smile. She flung her handbag and high heeled shoes she came in holding, on the floor with her back turned to him.

The stranger came out carefully from behind the curtain. Her hands were around her neck, trying to free it of the heavy beaded necklace that hung around it, when she felt more than hear him. Her hands paused and her head turned slowly. Her eyes only had time to register shock when he clapped his right hand on her mouth while the left held her struggling arms. She was tall but slim, which made her an easy prey for him. Rather more forcefully than he intended, he snapped her neck and felt the struggle die within her as the body went limp. He lifted her effortlessly and dumped her on the bed, still clothed in her skimpy wears. He was happy for the good deed he just did – assisting in ending the girl’s miserable life; certain she would have a better chance at finding peace in the next life than the one he just ended.

He made for the window quickly. He knew he should climb and escape but temptation kept him rooted.

Temitope Obasa is a young nigerian author. Although she studied science at graduate level, she discovered early her talent in writing and has since developed a vision around that. She has written a lot of scripts for stage and televison. Her first novel STROKES OF LIFE was published in 2009.

photo credit: google images


55 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. monebi modupe
    May 25, 2013 @ 09:14:44

    Wait oooo.temptation of wat????to av an intercourse wit h a corpse???well lined out


  2. Omotolani Lukman Ajetunmobi
    May 25, 2013 @ 11:00:20

    This is wonderful, always knew you had it in you. Great write up, keep going high and God will lift you higher


  3. Abdullahi Aborode
    May 25, 2013 @ 12:30:50

    I’m gon love this series…legggooo


  4. Fayankinnu Oluwaranti
    May 25, 2013 @ 12:50:04

    Thumbs up babe. Keep the good work up and be encouraged even in the midst up confusion. God is with U, dearie.


  5. dazeetah
    May 25, 2013 @ 13:19:47

    Uh uh! Temptation ke! Sorry Ronke.


  6. Bola Egbewunmi
    May 25, 2013 @ 14:12:11

    Nice beginning, i can’t wait to read the next one. Well done Tope. This is an inspiration for young ones coming and all xx


  7. Theodora Ashare
    May 25, 2013 @ 16:14:19

    OMG…. This is a masterpiece. Can’t wait to know what happens next.
    Keep up the good work Temi. I’m so proud of u.
    God bless.


  8. obsatport
    May 25, 2013 @ 18:09:25

    Thanks…keep reading to know what the temption’z all ’bout 😀


  9. oyewole Adenike
    May 25, 2013 @ 18:53:07

    Nice one dear sis


  10. ajokesogo
    May 25, 2013 @ 19:20:08

    Portikonko, can’t wait to read this fab story again. Well done sis!


  11. Josy
    May 25, 2013 @ 22:12:35

    Totally awesome
    …..I could read it over and over.


  12. obsatport
    May 25, 2013 @ 23:57:22

    Reblogged this on obsatport.


    • toyinfab
      May 26, 2013 @ 06:17:27

      Hello, please can. I. Know you and why you are reblogging this without seeking the author’s permission?


      • obsatport
        May 26, 2013 @ 06:41:16

        Thanks a lot.
        I’m also glad that you put it up on here, i’ve followed you for a while and know you do such a great job.
        You really inspired me. Glad to make your acquaintance 🙂

    • obsatport
      May 26, 2013 @ 06:27:52

      Hello Toyin.
      I am really sorry for not contacting you first, i’m such an illiterate.
      I am Temitope Obasa and i’m new to this blogging thingy. I’m really sorry if i’ve offended you. I could pull it down.


      • toyinfab
        May 26, 2013 @ 06:34:36

        Not at all. Please don’t. just wanted to be sure of the person’s identity. It’s your work feel very free. It won’t have been a problem if any other person does that too so far they get permission from you. Glad to have you here. Your work is great. Welldone

      • toyinfabs
        May 26, 2013 @ 07:08:14

        same here….glad to meet you too.

  13. oscarpoems
    May 26, 2013 @ 00:40:14

    And here we go…Captivating first post. I believe light shows the day. Big ups


  14. Minky
    May 27, 2013 @ 14:59:05

    nice one gurl………..can’t wait to read the next &the next & the next…….


  15. temitopeobasa
    May 27, 2013 @ 16:36:36

    Thanks 🙂


  16. temitopeobasa
    May 27, 2013 @ 16:38:34

    Reblogged this on temitopeobasa's Blog.


  17. Yetunde
    May 27, 2013 @ 17:08:31

    Ha! Madam TY inspires you? Chineke mei! Do you know how many of us she keeps in suspense weekly? No wonder you’re taking her lead, also keeping us in suspense eh? Well, she inspires a lot of us I guess. Keep it up!


  18. jinegbedion
    May 27, 2013 @ 17:17:34

    I can’t wait for the continuation! Kudos sisi mi!!


  19. tosin
    May 27, 2013 @ 17:59:14

    Well done,tope,this is nice,I love the suspense,may u increase in wisdom.


  20. Dennis Agyeman
    May 27, 2013 @ 19:05:44

    First of all, *should incase* is a grammatical error. Toyin, I’d always thought of this, why did we find our calling in Writing late….Musicians and Artist know from the scratch but for We. It takes lot of preparedness and work


  21. Sarah
    May 28, 2013 @ 08:08:13

    Welldone Temitope. Exciting beginning…looking forward to the next


  22. Sarah
    May 28, 2013 @ 08:15:08

    Hi. Am not a writer but please note; …Should Ronke decide to… (Not should in case …). All the best


  23. Ify
    May 30, 2013 @ 11:16:52

    Congrats dear, i love this write up.More power to your elbow.
    God will strengthen u when should we expect the next?


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  25. adegoke swagoon
    Apr 24, 2014 @ 15:13:42

    pls what are the themes in strokes of life?


    • temitopeobasa
      Jun 13, 2014 @ 12:43:32

      Basically, not giving up on disabled people. The story centers around a widow who lost two of her children in a singular incidence that also rendered the only surviving one disabled. It touches some of the issues that arise in inter-tribal marriages, love and losses and also how a lost hope was groomed to success…I hope you find it interesting! 🙂


  26. adejumo samuel
    May 06, 2014 @ 06:51:23

    i luv dis novel:STROKES OF intrestn…But pls in the novel what causes the nightmare and sleepness night for TUNMI


    • temitopeobasa
      Jun 13, 2014 @ 12:49:04

      Thanks for the comment! 😉

      Tunmi had the nightmares because of the trauma she has been through. Sometimes the mind does get overstretched and events that burden it come to play in one’s subconscious in the form of dreams or nightmares… In Tunmi’s case, she had too much to endure and the only thing she now strives to protect with her life is what informs the threats she experiences in her subconscious- her only child.

      I’m glad you liked d story 🙂 thanks.


  27. Bolanle
    Apr 26, 2016 @ 14:32:08

    Hi, pls how was conflict in the book?


  28. Bolanle
    Apr 26, 2016 @ 14:33:36

    Hi, pls how was conflict resolved in the book?


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