I'll drop more updates Later. pls guys I need ur comments.. I rly wanna know how u feel about this piece...

Nice one,more ink to ur pen.

Dannyxy: Nice one,more ink to ur pen.

Thanks bro

Nice ..
I YAM following..
Give a space btw dialogues,and start the next word after a (fullstop) in block rather than a small letter. Just my humble suggestion sha.
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All izz well!

Kslib: Nice ..
I YAM following..
Give a space btw dialogues,and start the next word after a (fullstop) in block rather than a small letter. Just my humble suggestion sha.
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All izz well!

Thanks man. noted!!!

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I needed no Messiah to tell me to hang up. I hanged up instantly and switched-off my phone. I even went to the extent of hiding it under my bed as if that would cut off all network connections.

For two days after that incident i switched on my phone only at night. I kept painting several pictures of what Funke will be passing through in the hands of her Mum for having the temerity to release her number to a guy.

When i called Wale much later to know why he gave me a wrong number. He told me he saw it in his sister's diary..y didn't he confirm d number before giving it to me ? I thought foolishly as if it were his business.

Seconds metamorphosed into minutes, minutes to hours, hours to days, days to weeks,months and more months. I was rather jobless as a jambite , so my schedule for almost every day was wake,eat ,think about Funke all day, crying-wishing i could hear from her....
Such was how i spent my time until i finally made a decision!!!

To be continued soon....stay tuned!!

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What could be worse as a punishment to a teenager than solitary confinement? I grew up in the Barracks, d first 14 years of my life was spent there. My dad been a sucker for discipline and moral upbringing resigned his appointment mainly because he felt he needed to have time for us.
he resigned in 2008 and by the end of 2009 , we were on our way out of the barracks.

We moved into our own house, in a suburb of Lagos. and for the first time in my over 15 years of existence, I saw that houses were scattered around 200 kilometers apart from each other, I saw that people actually live in uncompleted buildings, I saw that there was more to fetching water than twisting the head of a tap.

This particular time in my life, turned me into an introvert -since I had no friends, and this gave me a lot of opportunity to brood in melancholy about a who girl cared less or didn't care @ all about my existence or so I thought!!!

It was at this point in time that I decided to woo an ex-classmate of mine - Bisola !!! I hope she forgives me wherever she is today!!!!

to be continued soon!!!

Nice one buddy, i love your choice of words..

don't just read...kindly drop a comment. Thanks

Smartie gurl: Nice one buddy, i love your choice of words..

Thanks dear. I promise to update more!!!

Nice read..... Intresting.!

Weldone @ op.

Mai pride: Nice read..... Intresting.!

Weldone @ op.

I'm flattered...

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Till date, I've not found any explanation for asking Bisola out. One thing is damn clear to me, even at that time, and that's the fact that she was no where close to the position Funke held in my heart. Silly me...
She, Bisola, was d lively and friendly type . She do call me frequently at that time and so I decided to use her as a tool to wipe away the pain Funke had brought to my heart.
I called her and told I had something important to tell her, as usual, she became very anxious, having noticed the anxiety as her weakness, I capitalized on that and started beating about the bush, this time not with a stick, rather with a sweet mouth. I started by pouring out all the lies I had earlier rehearsed about how I felt towards her. When I noticed how sober she became as a result of that, I hit d nail on the head not with a hammer, but with my sugar coated mouth...
I expected her to play hard to get as women are wont to...she didn't for reasons best unknown to me...


BISOLA could only ask if I were sure about what i was saying...I, fully prepared with words spelt how sure I was to her in several sentences... this got to her.
Finally she made a request!!!! what a request!!!!


#to be continued #

kindly drop a comment after reading.. be it question. observation, correction... they are all welcomed

Nice write-up... More power to your fingers!!!

ikekings: Nice write-up... More power to your fingers!!!

Thanks bro... I promise to update longer episodes once my system is okay.

nice write up...following u all the way! once had similar experience!...

Patiently following. Keep it up guy

Call me when they are about to fvrk , (can't read all these)

ITbomb: Call me when they are about to fvrk , (can't read all these)

lol

@ all !! Thanks for d comments.. d story is about to begin kindly stay tuned!!!

Nyc stori #followinq

patiently waitin 4 d nxt update, grt stuff u hv going on here.

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Coincidentally, I wooed Bisola on valentines day, and that till today i still find as the best justification for her request.
She had requested that i send a Valentine's text message to her..Guys, when desperate can go any extent to prove their self worthy of a girl's love. Mine was actually different, I didn't send her any message...my reason for this is not farf-etched, immediately I saw signs of acceptance from my conversation with her, I realised that, in my heart, there was no atom of feeling for her, not to talk of love. I therefore concluded that It'll be wrong to lead her on....if there were one thing I was so blessed with by the Creator, it's my conscience... my conscience is my personal police, it arrests me even when I'm right in a wrong way.

My defiance to her request I felt, will make her conclude that I was unserious, this I felt will naturally lead to her refusal. On that day, she inadvertently proved to me that the female homo -sapien is more emotional than logical.

She did the calling throughout the spell of what she felt as a relationship, I, on my part was on d run from my conscience, I didn't make promises, I didn't give her hope, I didn't lead her on.... neither did I break it off, for I was afraid of breaking a heart...with this my conscience tempered justice with mercy - for it only subjected me to occasional feeling of guilt.
During this period, there was a day she asked whether or not I'll forget her should my admission become a reality.... I simply told her time will tell... indeed!!! time actually told....

Time, the worst enemy of man... brings our fears closer to our face by each passing second!!!


#to be continued soon #
I want to say a big thank u to all my readers and commentators, u guys are the wheel behind d vehicle... Thanks a lot... 1 love

Thanks a lot guys!!!! pls kindly criticize, suggest and observe.

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During my fling with Bisola, I had travelled to a Federal University in the northern part of Nigeria for my post -utme exam. At that time there was nothing like boko -haram and d state was so peaceful that you find people walking about freely in d midnight.
Till date, I still wonder the reason behind choosing d university as my choice school. During my registration for Jamb, I had chosen Lagos state university, for my dad had Long legs there. After the Exam I scored 266, and with that I felt I was good to go anywhere or so I thought.
I just woke up one day and told my Dad I wasn't interested in LASU any longer, and I wanted to change to a northern University. He asked y and I told him I wanted to explore my country. being the liberal type, he immediately granted my wish ,I bought the scratch card and changed my choice institution...all this was without my mama's knowledge.

She got wind of this pleasantly unpleasant development only after I had successfully changed it... all hell was let loose. Mama rained a flood if insults on my Dad blaming him, accusing him of giving me such an idea. My Dad being the calm type, laughed it off and dismissed it with a wave of a hand to the wind.....


To be continued soon...

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#continues # Days turned weeks and weeks to months. My post-utme result was no where to be found. I checked the school's website, but couldn't find my name. Since I knew no one in d school, I couldn't lodge a complaint to the faculty.
These development gave my Mama an aura of superiority as she seized the opportunity to rain more blames on my dad for wasting money, efforts and time. It wasn't as if she did not want my progress, but the fear of been separated from her son by a journey of over 18 hours by road was the beginning of wisdom for her. She swore that even if i were to be admitted, my enrollment in the School will be over her grave. Such was d kinda love a mother had for her child... d kind of love mothers have for their children... like some would say...The only True love is the love of a mother to her child!!!! do you agree?
At this point in time, my sisters seized the opportunity to taunt me, for they knew my decision to be faraway from home was partly informed by the desire to escape their devilish ways.
I kept going to d Cafe everyday, hoping for a miracle to happen. Whatever gave me such hope, I do not know. In the meantime, my fling with Bisola was fading away albeit gradually, much to my delight... no thanks to my lackadaisical and lukewarm attitude towards her.
In the ember months of 2010, something happened, and that incidence till date makes me ask anyone facing a problem, d way a girl asked Mazi Omenuko...
'do u believe in fate? '

Nyc piece dear,buh make ur updates longer nau....to short

hibty: Nyc piece dear,buh make ur updates longer nau....to short

I promise as soon as my laptop is ready before the end of next week I'm currently typing with my phone

kindly lemme know ur observations after reading. thanks.

Short update.