We Rebelled Against the Canteen Tyrant

Auwalu, a hardworking school canteen manager in Lagos, faces envy and suspicion from parents who believe he’s profiting off their children’s meals. Pushed to the edge by accusations and public shaming, he must decide whether to fight for his reputation or walk away—knowing that in Nigeria, success always attracts enemies. His dignity and livelihood hang in the balance as the community tests his limits.

After years of suffering and humiliation, I emptied my cruel boss’s company account, leaving his proud family in ruins. They forced me to kneel and swallow pain—never knowing I held the real power to destroy everything they owned. Let them taste the bitterness of poverty, because today, the goat has bitten back.

One moment, I’m an ordinary man—next, I wake up in a strange, starving world, made chief over fifty desperate labourers doomed to dig burial grounds. Armed only with a mysterious food system, I must save my people from hunger, riots, and betrayal, even as everyone suspects I’m a spirit or a demon. But when a secret lion tally puts three hundred horsemen under my command, the fight for survival explodes—can kindness make me king, or will it paint a target on my back?

On the day our kingdom fell, my sister stripped herself of pride and purity, trading her own body to the ruthless rebel king just to save my life. Ten years later, she forces me into the palace as concubine to a forgotten prince, begging me to accept a quiet life—but my heart burns for revenge. I will destroy the Garba dynasty from within, even if it means betraying the only family I have left.

One minute I’m a broke university student cursing ASUU strike, the next I wake up as king in an ancient Naija palace—with a system that says I must destroy the kingdom to survive. Every foolish move I make backfires, turning my ‘bad’ decisions into legendary reforms and making the people worship me more. Omo, how do you fail at failing, when even your worst plans turn you into a hero?

One April Fool prank ruins my life—my phone is smashed, I'm accused of cursing a classmate's mother, and the whole school turns against me. My only crime? Trying to save a life with the truth nobody wants to believe. Now, facing expulsion, my only hope is the loyalty of my best friend and a ringing phone that could change everything.

Old Musa just wanted to finish his last keke ride and go home, but saying 'no' to a drunken big man unlocked a storm he never expected. In one night, Musa is threatened, humiliated, and dragged before powerful city transport bosses—all because he refused to let a passenger smoke in his keke. Now, the whole of Makurdi is watching: will the stubborn driver lose everything, or expose a secret that shakes the city's street kings?

Accused of theft and humiliated before the whole school, Kunle’s life is ruined by betrayal and wicked lies. After ending it all, he wakes up back in the cursed girls’ toilet—given a second chance to face his tormentors and expose the truth. This time, he’s ready to fight, and every enemy will feel the pain they once dished out.

When a respected family is butchered in their own home, all clues point to a cold-blooded killer with no motive and no link. But as Detective Seyi digs deeper, he uncovers a deadly pact—two strangers swapping murders to erase all evidence, hiding their true reasons in the belly of Lagos’ darkness. In a country where even CCTV can be bought and blood ties run deep, will Seyi expose the unthinkable before another family vanishes?

When a mysterious family begs shelter on a cursed, stormy night, old secrets and vengeful spirits haunt every shadow in our village shop. My grandparents must choose between kindness and survival as midnight nears—and a spirit from the grave calls out for justice. If we trust the wrong soul, our bloodline may pay the price forever.

Fifteen years after Hajara's death, a drunken confession at the class reunion threatens to expose the truth we buried on that rooftop. Musa claims he saw the killer, but only I know the real secret: it was me and my seatmate who pushed her. Now, with old guilt burning and suspicion growing, one wrong move could destroy everything we’ve built since that night.

After sacrificing my health with endless overtime, HR used my approved leave as excuse to disgrace me—demoting me so her own nephew, a clueless intern, could take my supervisor role. My sweat and loyalty became their stepping stone, while they tried to shut me up with small money. In this Lagos office, connection pass hard work—now, I must fight to reclaim my dignity or lose everything I’ve built.