Blacktalisman

  Sean stood on the balcony of his small, modest apartment, staring out over the city. The lights of Lagos twinkled like stars scattered across the earth, but his mind was elsewhere. The storm inside him was building again, that familiar pressure that made his skin tingle and his blood hum with electricity. He closed his eyes, seeking calm. Instead, he was assaulted by a vision — a great storm, darker than any he had ever seen, swirling over the city, its eye glowing with an unnatural light. He saw shadows moving within the storm, figures emerging, stretching long, claw-like hands toward him. He heard a voice, distant yet clear: “The storm within is stronger than the storm without. Beware the eye that sees what is hidden.” He gasped, opening his eyes, his heart racing. He could feel a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead despite the cool night air. He knew these visions were not mere dreams; they were warnings, messages from a realm beyond the ordinary. He needed guida...

Sean sat in the locker room of the fire station, staring blankly at the floor. His colleagues congratulated each other in the background, clapping him on the back and sharing stories of the miraculous storm. “Sean, you always bring us luck!” one of them laughed, slapping his shoulder. “First that fire last month, now this! You got some kind of connection with the gods, man?” Sean forced a smile, his mind still turning over what had happened. “Just doing my job,” he replied, but his voice lacked conviction. After his colleagues left, he leaned back against the cool metal of the locker, closing his eyes. “Too close,” he whispered. He knew he had to meet the others. They needed to know what had happened — the strange feeling that had gripped him, the way the flames seemed almost… alive. He pulled out his phone and typed a quick message into a private group chat: We need to meet. Now. Olivia Oshimili sat in her luxurious apartment, a modern palace in the heart of Victoria Island....

  The heat was unbearable. Even by Lagos standards, the day seemed unnaturally warm. The market, usually bustling with laughter, shouts, and the colourful chatter of vendors, now hummed with a different kind of energy. People moved slower, sweat trickling down their faces, and the scent of roasting fish and burning wood from roadside fires filled the air. Then came the first sign: a faint rumble, distant like a hungry growl. No one paid it much mind. Thunder was common enough during the rainy season. But soon, the sky began to darken, and a strange wind swept through the crowded market, lifting the edges of cloth coverings and sending papers fluttering into the air. A moment later, a loud, ear-splitting crack of thunder tore through the market, and suddenly, there was smoke. Thick, black smoke poured out from the upper floors of a nearby shopping complex, rapidly billowing and obscuring the afternoon sun. The fire spread swiftly, jumping from stall to stall, licking the wooden ...

In the heart of modern Lagos, the ancient Orishas live among humans, hiding their divine identities while navigating a city filled with the noise of technology, commerce, and contemporary culture. Each Orisha has a mission tied to the human world, involving their unique powers and domains. They work in various professions that reflect their divine attributes. The Orishas must maintain their divine duties while managing their human facades, protecting the balance between the spiritual and human realms. However, a prophecy emerges, predicting that a new force will rise to reveal their identities and bring chaos. This forces them into a precarious alliance as they face human and supernatural enemies who threaten to disrupt their secret existence and the world's stability. Main Characters: Sango (Sean Adedayo): A fearless and charismatic firefighter who is quick-tempered and passionate. He has visions of lightning storms and thunderclaps that often guide him to places where he’s neede...

I can relate to the boredom you must be feeling during this lock-down, so it got me thinking of ways to keep myself busy after all the long hours of forced sleep. I decided to share some of these movies with you, feedback are highly welcome. If you need the download link to any of the movies kindly drop a comment with the name of the movie you are interested in and I'll drop you the link, if you also happen to like this review and want us to continue giving you a good dose of movie updates kindly subscribe to the blog and drop a comment. P.S. its my first movie review, ENJOY!!! 1. Escape from Pretoria. Based on the real-life prison break of two political captives, Escape From Pretoria is a race-against-time thriller set in the tumultuous apartheid days of South Africa. Two white South Africans, imprisoned for working on behalf of the ANC, are determined to escape from the notorious white man's 'Robben Island', Pretoria Prison. 2. The Banker. In the 1960s tw...

Episode 5: There I was laid in the cold mud behind the military residence. What had happened earlier was still not clear to me. My body was still trembling due to the scare and probably the cold mud too. What had happened to Seun…why was the camp commandant there…why must bad things always happen to me? So many questions with no logical answers.  Two soldiers came over and half dragged my numbed body into a room and then the bathroom. I was bathed with cold water and yet..’I didn’t even feel a thing’. I was seated on the room floor shivering while the two soldiers laughed and hurled insults at me in a language I would never understand. If they were permitted to beat orientating corpers, I probably would have been dead for all I could smell in these two was HATE. A little soldier who I later learnt was the P.A to the Camp Commandant walked into the room, exchanged pleasantries with the horrible duo and threw me a blanket before ordering me to follow him. Guess it was j...

Episode 4: I made friends with the soldiers and became a regular at Mami-market. If there was anything a soldier man likes next to respect, it is a free drink. Surely, money was no problem as mum ensured so. In return, I enjoyed certain privileges every youth corper would crave. Between me and the uniformed men, it was a simple maths of scratch my back and I scratch yours.  The cultural nights started and I was promised a whole lot of fun. Every night at the general hall, we gather for programs ranging from announcements to entertainment. I was beginning to get my footing. After a beautiful night of cultural dance performances from each platoon, I was gisting and laughing with Mahmud and Bayo ‘a hostel colleague and a new friend’ when I spotted Seun with a few friends heading towards the girls hostel. My heart leapt for joy as I hurried to her calling. “Hello Joe, how was my performance tonight, hope you loved it?” she was beaming in the faint reflections of the stree...

EPISODE 3:   After  getting through the stress of registration, I was given my kit and asked to go change to my white shirt on shorts. I was headed for hostel ‘Z’ as I saw Mahmud jugging towards me. He told me how he had met a former lesson teacher of his who now works for NYSC. That the mummy had helped him secure a room space at Hostel ‘B’ which I later came to realize was one of the best on camp. He was holding some documents of his registration he had finished filling and was on to submit. ‘One lucky lizard he was’. Reaching my hostel, I was greeted by some Yoruba boys who seemed to like me at once as they were all calling me ‘Aboki’ which means my friend in my language. Who says this country isn’t united. All the joy of the moment disappeared as I saw the interior of my assigned hostel ‘Z’. A big dormitory, filthy and noisy. This has to be a mistake. I headed back to the admin block to complain at once. After twenty minutes of arguing with the receptionist, th...

Episode 1: The town crier went about announcing the time of curfew in the village of Erin. The Oro (masquerade) is going to be unleashed the following night and anyone caught wandering about would be captured as the gods’ sacrifice. Sitted in his compound, Baba Adetoun was enjoying his discussions with his friend Baba Aduni over a keg of palmwine. They were laughing when the women returned from the farm.  “Good evening my husbands, hope the village meeting went well?” The annual village meeting comprises elders from the three joined villages of Erin, Ajatala and Eruku. The central and biggest of them all was Erin. Most of the kings come from Erin, presiding over the three sister villages while Baales’ rules over the rest. “The meeting was good Iya Adetoun. As you have heard the town crier going round announcing the outcome..” before he could say more, Baba Adetoun cut in “please get us more palmwine and meat Iya Adetoun before I suffocate from a dry throat”.  She turned...