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Credo art work, Ankpa (2026)

16/04/2025

Shadows of sorrow
Episode 11: A Familiar Face

As I looked across the market, I saw a familiar face watching us. It was the police officer who had arrested my mother.

He looked suspicious, and I wondered what he was doing here. Was he following us?

I nudged Emmanuel and nodded towards the officer. "Look," I whispered.

Emmanuel's eyes narrowed. "What is he doing here?" he muttered.

The officer started walking towards us, a scowl on his face. "What are you two doing here?" he growled.

I stood my ground, trying to look confident. "We're just gathering evidence to prove my mother's innocence," I said.

The officer snorted. "You think you can prove she didn't steal? I don't think so."

Emmanuel stepped forward, his eyes flashing with anger. "We have witnesses who will testify that she didn't steal," he said.

The officer raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? Who?"

I smiled, feeling a sense of triumph. "We have a witness who saw one of the vendors arguing with my mother," I said.

The officer's expression changed, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of uncertainty...

To be continued...

13/04/2025

Shadows of sorrow
Episode 10: Gathering Evidence

Mr. Kofi, the lawyer, explained that we needed to gather evidence to prove my mother's innocence. He told us that we would need to find witnesses who could testify that my mother didn't steal the food.

Emmanuel and I decided to start by talking to the people who worked at the market. Maybe someone saw something that could help us.

We spent the rest of the day talking to vendors and customers, but no one seemed to have seen anything. I was starting to get discouraged.

Just when we were about to give up, we met a young girl who worked at one of the stalls. She looked nervous and scared, but she told us that she saw something that might help us.

"I saw one of the other vendors arguing with your mother," she said. "He was accusing her of stealing, but she was denying it."

I felt a surge of hope. This could be the evidence we needed to prove my mother's innocence.

But as we thanked the girl and turned to leave, I saw a familiar face watching us from across the market...

To be continued...

12/04/2025

Shadows of sorrow
Episode 9: A Glimmer of Hope

As we walked away from the police station, Emmanuel turned to me and said, "Credo, don't give up. We'll find a way to get your mother out of jail."

I looked at him, feeling a mix of frustration and desperation. "How?" I asked. "The officer said his hands are tied."

Emmanuel thought for a moment before responding. "I know someone who might be able to help us," he said. "My uncle's friend is a lawyer. He's a good man, and he might be willing to take on your mother's case."

I felt a surge of hope. Could this be the break we needed?

Emmanuel nodded. "Let's go talk to him. What do we have to lose?"

We went to the lawyer's office, and Emmanuel introduced me to Mr. Kofi. He was a kind-looking man with a warm smile.

Emmanuel explained our situation, and Mr. Kofi listened attentively. When Emmanuel finished, Mr. Kofi nodded thoughtfully.

"I'll take on your mother's case," he said. "But we'll need to gather evidence to prove her innocence."

I felt a wave of relief wash over me. Finally, someone was willing to help us.

But as we left the lawyer's office, I couldn't shake off the feeling that we still had a long way to go...

To be continued...

07/04/2025

𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕆𝕗 𝕊𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕨
Episode 8: A Desperate Plea

I spent the rest of the day in a daze, trying to process the news about my mother's arrest. Emmanuel tried to comfort me, but I just couldn't shake off the feeling of desperation.

As the sun began to set, Emmanuel and I came up with a plan. We would go to the police station and try to see my mother. Maybe we could plead with the officers to release her.

We walked to the police station, our hearts heavy with worry. When we arrived, we were greeted by a stern-looking officer.

"What do you want?" he growled.

I took a deep breath and explained our situation. The officer listened, his expression unchanging.

When I finished, he shook his head. "Sorry, kid. Your mother is being held for theft. She'll have to face the consequences."

I felt a wave of despair wash over me. But then, something inside me snapped. I looked the officer straight in the eye and pleaded with him.

"Please, sir. Have mercy on us. My mother didn't mean to steal. She's just desperate. We're struggling to survive."

The officer's expression softened slightly, and for a moment, I thought I saw a glimmer of compassion in his eyes.

But then, his face hardened again. "I'm sorry, kid. My hands are tied."

I felt a surge of anger and frustration. Why wouldn't he listen?

But then, Emmanuel grabbed my arm and pulled me away. "Credo, let's go," he whispered.

As we walked away from the police station, I felt defeated. But Emmanuel's next words gave me a glimmer of hope...

To be continued...

05/04/2025

𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕆𝕗 𝕊𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕨
Episode 7: A Crushing Blow

I was sitting in our small room, trying to do my homework, when Emmanuel came in looking worried.

"Credo, I have some bad news," he said, his voice shaking.

My heart sank. What now?

"What is it?" I asked, trying to prepare myself for the worst.

"It's your mother," Emmanuel said, his eyes filled with compassion. "She's been arrested."

I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. Arrested? What for?

Emmanuel explained that my mother had been accused of stealing food from the market. I knew she wouldn't do that, but I also knew that she was desperate.

I felt a wave of anger and frustration wash over me. Why was this happening to us? What had we done to deserve this?

Emmanuel put a hand on my shoulder. "Credo, we'll get through this. We'll find a way to get your mother out of jail."

But as I looked at Emmanuel, I couldn't help but wonder if things would ever get better for us...

To be continued...

03/04/2025

𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕊𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕨

🅔︎🅟︎🅘︎🅢︎🅞︎🅓︎🅔︎ 6: A Glimmer of Hope

As we walked away from our former home, Emmanuel turned to me and said, "Credo, I know this is tough, but we'll get through it. We'll find a way to make it work."

I nodded, trying to muster up some hope. But it was hard. Everything seemed so bleak.

We walked for a while, not saying much, until Emmanuel suddenly stopped. "Credo, I have an idea," he said, a look of excitement on his face.

"What is it?" I asked, curiosity piqued.

"My uncle has a small room in his house that he rents out. I'm sure he'll let us stay there until we get back on our feet."

I felt a surge of hope. Could this be the answer to our prayers?

We went to Emmanuel's uncle's house, and he agreed to let us stay in the small room. It was cramped, but it was better than being on the streets.

As we settled into our new home, I couldn't help but feel grateful to Emmanuel. He had been a true friend to me, sticking by me through thick and thin.

But just as things were starting to look up, I received some devastating news...

To be continued...

02/04/2025

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01/04/2025

𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕊𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕨
Episode 5: Another Blow

One day, as I was walking home from school, I saw a group of men standing outside our house. They were talking to my mother, and she looked worried.

As I approached, I heard one of the men say, "I'm sorry, ma'am. You have to leave the house. The landlord says you're behind on rent."

My heart sank. Where would we go? We had no money, no family to turn to.

My mother looked at me, tears in her eyes. "Credo, I'm so sorry. I don't know what to do."

I felt a wave of panic wash over me. What were we going to do?

The men started to carry our belongings out of the house, and I watched in horror as our home was taken away from us.

Emmanuel, who had been walking with me, grabbed my arm. "Credo, don't worry. We'll figure something out."

But I couldn't shake off the feeling of despair. Where would we go? What would we do?

As we stood there, watching our belongings being taken away, I felt like I was losing everything. My father, our home... what was next?

I looked up at Emmanuel, and saw the determination in his eyes. He was right. We would figure something out. We had to.

But as we walked away from our former home, I couldn't help but wonder what the future held for us...

To be continued.

30/03/2025

Shadows of sorrow
Episode 4: A Friend in Need

I told Emmanuel everything - about my father's passing, about my mother's struggles, about the hunger and the poverty. I told him about the feelings of helplessness and despair that had been weighing me down.

Emmanuel listened attentively, his eyes filled with compassion and understanding. When I finished speaking, he put a hand on my shoulder.

"Credo, I'm so sorry," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "I had no idea things were this tough for you."

I shrugged, feeling a lump form in my throat. "It's not easy," I said, trying to hold back tears.

Emmanuel nodded. "I can imagine," he said. "But you know what? You're not alone. I'm here for you, and I'll do everything I can to help."

I felt a wave of gratitude wash over me. Emmanuel's words were like a balm to my soul.

"Thanks, Emmanuel," I said, my voice shaking with emotion. "Just knowing that you're here for me makes me feel a little better."

Emmanuel smiled. "That's what friends are for," he said.

Over the next few weeks, Emmanuel proved to be a true friend indeed. He would come over to our house and help my mother with chores. He would bring us food and clothes, and even helped me with my studies.

With Emmanuel's help, things started to look up for us. My mother was able to get back on her feet, and I was able to focus on my studies again.

But just when things were starting to get better, disaster struck again...

To be continued...

29/03/2025

Shadows of sorrow
Episode 3: The Struggle Begins

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. My mother and I struggled to come to terms with the loss of my father. We had to learn to fend for ourselves, to find a way to survive without the person who had always provided for us.

My mother tried her best to take care of me, but it was clear that she was struggling. She had no job, no income, and no way to provide for us. We had to rely on the charity of our neighbors and friends just to get by.

I tried to help out as much as I could. I would go to the market with my mother and help her sell whatever goods we had. I would also help with household chores, trying to take some of the burden off my mother's shoulders.

But despite our best efforts, things only seemed to get worse. We would go to bed hungry some nights, and I would lie awake listening to my mother's quiet sobs.

I felt helpless, unable to do anything to ease my mother's suffering. I felt like I was losing her too, just like I had lost my father.

One day, as we were walking through the market, I saw a group of children my age playing together. They were laughing and shouting, completely carefree.

I watched them with a mixture of sadness and longing. Why couldn't that be me? Why couldn't I be happy and carefree like them?

As I stood there, feeling sorry for myself, I heard a voice behind me.

"Credo, what's wrong?"

I turned to see my best friend, Emmanuel, standing behind me. He looked concerned, and I could tell he had noticed something was wrong.

I shook my head, trying to brush off my emotions. "Nothing, Emmanuel. I'm just fine."

But Emmanuel knew me too well. He knew I wasn't fine.

"Credo, you can tell me," he said, his voice soft and encouraging. "What's going on?"

I hesitated for a moment, unsure of whether to open up to my friend. But something about Emmanuel's kind eyes and gentle tone made me feel like I could trust him.

To be continued..

27/03/2025

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Episode 2: The Aftermath

I woke up to the sound of my mother's wailing. I was lying on the floor, my head throbbing with pain. I tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over me, forcing me to lie back down.

As I struggled to regain my composure, I saw my mother kneeling beside me, tears streaming down her face. "Credo, my son, I'm so sorry," she whispered, her voice trembling with grief.

I looked around, trying to take in what had happened. The room was filled with people, all of them crying and mourning. I saw my father's body lying on the bed, covered with a white sheet.

I felt a wave of anger wash over me. Why had God taken my father away from me? What had I done to deserve this?

As the day went on, I watched as our neighbors and friends came to pay their respects. They brought food and drinks, but I couldn't eat. I couldn't even speak.

I just sat there, numb and empty, trying to make sense of what had happened.

As the sun began to set, I realized that my life would never be the same again. I was now an orphan, forced to navigate the world without the guidance and protection of my father.

I felt a sense of despair wash over me, but as I looked at my mother, I knew that I had to be strong. I had to take care of her, and myself.

I took a deep breath, and stood up, determined to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

But little did I know, the worst was yet to come.

To be continued...

26/03/2025

Shadows of Sorrow

Episode 1

My name is Credo, and I lived with my parents in a town called Anyigba in Kogi State. Life was simple, but my father was our rock, providing for our every need - food, shelter, clothes, and education. He worked hard to send me to a local school, and my mom and I relied solely on him.

But one fateful morning, my life changed forever. I was in class, engrossed in my book, when I heard someone call my name. I stepped out to see Daniel, my nephew, standing before me with tears in his eyes. He forced a smile and said my father wanted to see me.

I was puzzled. Why would my father send for me from school? As we walked home, my heart raced with anxiety. When we arrived, I saw a crowd of people crying and praying. I rushed inside to find my mom weeping uncontrollably.

"Mom, what's wrong?" I asked, panic rising within me.

She looked up, tears streaming down her face. "It's finished," she whispered.

A little boy sitting nearby told me the unthinkable: "Your father is dead."

I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. "What?!" I screamed, before everything went black.."to be continued....

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