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*IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT*

*FREE JAMB FORMS FOR EKTI STATE INDIGENES*

The Ekiti State Government is pleased to announce the distribution of free JAMB UTME e-PINs to qualified candidates.

To get a free JAMB form from the Ekiti State government, you'll need to meet certain eligibility criteria and follow a few steps.

*ELIGIBILITY CRITERIA:*
Ensure you have six credit passes in WAEC or NECO SSCE, including Mathematics and English Language, in one sitting, with an aggregate score of at least 34 points. To calculate your aggregate score, use the standard grading system:

- A1 = 8 points
- B2 = 7 points
- B3 = 6 points
- C4 = 5 points
- C5 = 4 points
- C6 = 3 points
- D7 = 2 points
- E8 = 1 point
- F9 = 0 point

*DO YOU HAVE 6 CREDITS AND ALSO HAVE 34 POINTS & ABOVE? HERE'S THE STEP-BY-STEP PROCESS:*

1. *COLLECT APPLICATION FORMS*: Visit the Area Mass Literacy Offices at the Area Education Offices in the 16 Local Government Areas and LCDAs of Ekiti State to collect your application forms between February 10th and 12th, 2025.

2. *SUBMIT COMPLETED FORMS*: Submit your completed forms to the Area Mass Literacy Officers or at the Agency for Adult and Non-Formal Education, Phase IV, State Secretariat, Ado-Ekiti, on or before February 14th, 2025.

Remember to act quickly, as the deadline for submitting completed forms is February 14th, 2025.

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The cursed King

They found him sitting on the throne, smiling. His eyes were open, but they didn’t see anymore. The silence in the room was louder than anything I’ve ever heard. I was there, the one who saw the first shadow crawl out of his mouth.

It began months before that night. King Oba Aderemi ruled our small village with hands heavy like stone. He wasn’t just a king. He was a god, or so he said. His word was law, his punishment final. The elders feared him. The warriors obeyed him. The priests kept silent.

The strange things started when the King’s brother, Adewale, disappeared. Adewale was the kind of man everyone loved—kind, gentle, and fair. People whispered that he had challenged the King during a private council, saying his ways were cruel. The next day, Adewale was gone.

The King told us he had sent his brother to negotiate peace with a neighboring village. But days turned into weeks, and no one saw or heard from Adewale. Soon after, people in the palace started disappearing. Servants. Guards. Even one of the Queen’s handmaidens. And then, at night, strange noises began coming from the palace.

I was a cook at the time, and my job was to prepare the King’s evening meal. One night, as I carried a pot of stew to the dining hall, I heard it—the sound of whispers. But not normal whispers. These were too many voices, all at once, like a crowd packed into a small room.

I froze. The sound was coming from behind the King’s door.

I leaned closer.

“Who’s there?” His voice boomed. The whispers stopped instantly.

The door creaked open, and the King stood there, his face shadowed by the torchlight. His smile was wide, too wide. “Did you hear anything?”

“No, my King,” I lied, my heart pounding.

“Good,” he said, his voice low. “Go back to the kitchen.”

I didn’t sleep that night. The whispers stayed with me, like they had followed me home.

Over the next few weeks, more people vanished. The palace began to feel cursed. The air was heavy, like it carried a secret too big to hold. And then the Queen disappeared.

The King didn’t explain this time. He simply declared that no one was to ask questions. But I saw him that night, standing alone in the courtyard, staring at the moon. His lips were moving, like he was speaking to someone. But no one was there.

I decided to leave the palace. But before I could, it happened.

That final night, the King summoned everyone to the great hall. He said he had an announcement. We gathered, the servants and guards, everyone uneasy. The hall was dimly lit, and the King’s shadow stretched across the walls like it was alive.

“I have done what no king before me could do,” he said, his voice echoing. “I have conquered death.”

We didn’t understand what he meant. But then he began to laugh, deep and hollow.

And that’s when I saw it.

A shadow slid out from behind him, slithering across the floor. Then another. And another. They weren’t normal shadows. They moved on their own, writhing and twisting like snakes.

The King’s laughter grew louder. The shadows began to rise, forming shapes—human shapes. Faces. Faces I recognized. Adewale. The Queen. The missing guards and servants. Their mouths opened, but no sound came out.

I screamed. Others screamed too.

The King’s eyes rolled back, and his body je**ed as if something was pulling him from the inside. The shadows surged forward, and the torches went out.

I ran. I don’t remember how I made it out of the palace, but I ran until my legs gave out. When the sun rose, I returned with the villagers. The palace was silent. We found the King on his throne, his face frozen in that wide, unnatural smile.

No one lives in the palace now. The elders say the shadows still linger, waiting for anyone foolish enough to enter. I don’t know if that’s true. But I do know this—when the night is quiet, I sometimes hear whispers.