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Literature › Complete Novel For Free (blood On The Altar) by acmesuccess(op): 9:59am On Sep 20, 2015

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Literature › Re: Now On Okadabooks, Get Your Copy Of The Call Of Ciri by acmesuccess: 9:50am On Sep 20, 2015

zayzee:
Your link for download didn't work. Just put the name of the site where the book is and I will do a search.

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Politics › Re: Are The Yoruba Really Treacherous? by acmesuccess: 4:27pm On Sep 06, 2015

Politics › Re: Photos:president Buhari's Assets Declaration Drives More Prospects To Union Bank by acmesuccess: 4:00pm On Sep 04, 2015

Union what?

Let me go and think abt it...

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Literature › Re: Now On Okadabooks, Get Your Copy Of The Call Of Ciri by acmesuccess: 3:57pm On Sep 04, 2015

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Politics › Re: South Currently Occupies More Positions Under President Buhari - Col Bako by acmesuccess: 3:56pm On Sep 04, 2015

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Politics › Re: Kenyan Lamentations About Nigeria Dominance In Music And Africa Politics by acmesuccess: 3:55pm On Sep 04, 2015

Na talent. No be our fault
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Politics › Re: Amaechi Reacts To ICPC Probe; Says They Have No Right To Probe Him by acmesuccess: 3:51pm On Sep 04, 2015

I biliv he is bluffing...anyone can be probed. If he is clean, he shld submit to the process.

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Politics › Re: Do First Class Monarch Exist In South East..? by acmesuccess: 3:49pm On Sep 04, 2015

Yes it is possible. Such land are either a gift and undocumented. My dad used to say he had a land once before he left his village and he never visited and couldnt locate or claim the land again.

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Politics › Re: What Is Nigeria’s ZIP Code? Clear The Confusion Now! by acmesuccess: 7:19pm On Sep 03, 2015

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Literature › Re: Blood On The Altar: Free Copy by acmesuccess(op): 9:03pm On Aug 31, 2015

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Literature › Re: Blood On The Altar: Free Copy by acmesuccess(op): 6:33pm On Aug 31, 2015

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Literature › Re: Blood On The Altar: Free Copy by acmesuccess(op): 6:31pm On Aug 31, 2015

“Yes, Emeka; I want to be in Church before the morning rehearsals. I have something a need to discuss with the Coordinator”, she replied as she prepared to leave.
“This is not acceptable”, Emeka muttered. Blessing didn’t bother to reply; she already knew where he was heading. “Why do you always confine me to just two rounds of the sex?”
She didn’t bother to reply him. She grabbed her bible and announced her exit. Emeka shook his head at her silence, took his trousers from the floor where he had thrown it, dipped his hands in its pocket and gave her transport fare. “I will wait till you’re back”, he said.
“You can’t wait; not here, not in my apartment”, she fired back, firmly.
“Is this because of the house fellowship?” Emeka guessed.
“Yes, because of that; and because I couldn’t afford to be mentioned as part of the workers of Christ who allows a man to sleep over at her place or who sleeps over in a man’s place”.
“But, you are my girlfriend”, he snickered.
“That is even worse. Leave my key where I usually put it, and leave on time. I am the next host for the house fellowship, and I don’t want any problem. I am Sister Blessing, the perfect example to the younger ones; okay?”
Emeka starred at her in disbelief. “If you are the only Christian alive, and a perfect example of one, then I will rather be a pagan”.
“Good for you”, she answered without remorse. “Please, don’t let me meet you here”, she reiterated her instruction, and slammed the door after herself and went her way. Emeka shook his head and started preparing to leave. He scoffed at Sister Blessing’s statement as it crossed his mind again; “Perfect Christian indeed”.
A thought came to his mind and he was too quick to reject it, “God forbid”, he said, snapping his fingers in quick backward movements above his head. Nobody knew what the thought was, but maybe the thought was a question that asked, “What you will do if God says that Blessing is your divine wife?”

END OF CHAPTER ONE

Literature › Re: Blood On The Altar: Free Copy by acmesuccess(op): 6:31pm On Aug 31, 2015

“Yes, I will take the bike”, she explained better since ten minutes is rather too small a time frame if the distance from her house to the Church ever mattered. The Coordinator knew this, but only Blessing knew she wasn’t even at her own apartment.
“Thank you. Please don’t disappoint us, Sister Blessing”, the Coordinator begged.
“I won’t disappoint Sir”, she said and disconnected.
She dropped the phone that day and plunged herself into laughter. The truth was she has been having this feeling that Hannah was having the upper hand and having more of the attention of the Choir Coordinator. After her promotion from the youth Choir, the Coordinator has taken much interest in her development; he even once said she should practice better so that she could fill the void Sister Blessing might create in the future. This didn’t go down well with Sister blessing that wasn’t even ready to step aside; not when she hasn’t reached her goal.
“So, you are going back to Church?” Emeka, the guy whom Blessing has gone to his house right after the morning rehearsal ended, asked rhetorically.
“The Church needs me”, she had said, while putting on her skirt.
“But I need you more”, Emeka responded, standing up and caressing her as he held her close to himself. She shrugged him off and started putting on her pink Choir uniform, “we will see later, but now, I must go”.
“You are going after just two rounds?” He asked as if two rounds were a joke.
Sister Blessing flashed him a contentious look and hissed. She finished dressing and said goodbye. Emeka wouldn’t let her go until she agreed to a French kiss. Then she took a commercial bike right in front of Emeka’s house which was even a trek-able distance to Church and landed right in front of the Church.
The Coordinator has been waiting for her, he hurried her through the back door and she appeared just like that on the altar- she was right on the time. The rest was history as she took the stage by storm in her usual way. Angels came down and the glory of God was all over the congregation. People danced and rejoiced, and the Pastor kept flashing her thumbs up as the praise and worship went up to the stars.
That was last week; this morning, she hummed rock of ages to herself as she prepared for the Sunday morning rehearsal. As she grabbed her bible as the final part of her readiness, Emeka came in naked; he had rushed to the toilet after the last round of their sexual escapade.
“Are you dressed already?” He asked as if he didn’t see she was dressed already. He sat on her bed, wearing a disappointed look.

Literature › Re: Blood On The Altar: Free Copy by acmesuccess(op): 6:30pm On Aug 31, 2015

Chapter 1
FIFTY YEARS LATER

Blessing decided to check herself once again in her half-broken wall mirror that was leaning on the wall at the corner of her room. She touched her head tie in many places, turning her head side by side as she did so, admiring herself in her broken mirror. The dress on her looked like her skin in its fitness and its light colour that matched her light skin. She didn’t need anyone to tell her; she was a beauty!
She reminisced about last week; last week was awesome, she had tested her popularity and it worked just fine. After the usual morning rehearsal on Sunday, she had left without informing anybody. Few minutes to worship time, the Choir Coordinator called her to ask why she wasn’t in the Church after the morning rehearsal;
“I’m on my period”, she had lied.
“What? So, who will lead the praise and worship?” The Coordinator asked, more in the horror of no one to lead properly if she didn’t. Besides, she was the vocal leader.
“I don’t know”, she replied; “you have Sister Hannah who has proven to be better than I am”, she tried to ask for his view indirectly.
“Ha, Sister Blessing, don’t say that; Sister Hannah is a new member and you know this. She couldn't have been able to do it better like the Pastor wanted and the congregation might not feel the presence of God as you used to bring it down”.
“But the Pastor already said anyone on her period may sit with the congregation and not bother to minister”, she teased further.
“See, Blessing”, he removed the religious formality, “let this stay between you and I, you are not on your menses. Have you told anyone?”
“No, I haven’t”, she answered him, giving him the perfect answer. She giggled inaudibly and bit her lower lip.
“Good, I will try and stall the worship till you come back. How long will it…”
“Ten minutes”, she cuts in excitedly. She was sure the Church couldn't do without her.
“Are you sure?”

Literature › Re: Blood On The Altar: Free Copy by acmesuccess(op): 6:28pm On Aug 31, 2015

[size=18pt]PROLOGUE[/size]

April, 1965

Beside the historic museum on Helm’s street was a thick bushy virgin land. Crowds were seen gathered on the street while an old woman wailed in agony. Her husband and three children have been killed right on their land which shared a fenced boundary with the museum.
Rumours has it that this dead man gave his friend the documents to the land to help him transact with a potential buyer, but this friend sold this land and gave the owner and his family, stipend. Then there was trouble as the owner was said to have returned the stipend and asked for his land back.
His friend, asked them to meet on the land so he can meet face to face with the buyer and settle the matter, but it was an ambush as he was killed right there with three of his sons who accompanied him.
This woman wailed, but there was no evidence that the friend did it, thus, no helper, no justice.

Literature › Blood On The Altar: Free Copy by acmesuccess(op): 6:24pm On Aug 31, 2015

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Literature › Re: Blood On The Altar (another Excerpt) by acmesuccess(op): 2:34pm On Aug 30, 2015

She picked her book and announced her exit. Emeka quickly stood up and blocked the door.

“What does this mean?” Blessing asked, as Emeka filled the door opening like an inflated air bag.

“Just give me a minute, alright?”

“A minute to do what? Rape me?” She laughed.

“No, no, I can never do that, but just a minute to hear me out. See, I seriously love you okay? There’s almost no day I didn’t wish you are mine. Ruth might have the voice, but you know she is damn too ugly”.

“You are an idiot! What then do you want with her? Why decided to marry an ugly lady if you know you’ll still be chasing the beautiful ones? Besides, she is beautiful; everyone is.”

“I don’t know or care what Ruth told you, but Ruth and I are only fuckmates, okay? She likes me, told me so, and was all over my neck until I gave in. I never promised to marry her and she knows that”.

“Jesus Christ, you are even more pathetic than I thought. Please, let me go, now!”

“Please, think about it, okay? I promise to do anything you want. I don’t give a kobo about this…Ruth… or whatever. The moment I saw you, I knew you were just what I have been looking for”.

“Listen, Emeka, I am a child of God, and I don’t indulge in adultery or whatever you and Ruth may have indulged yourself in. I am a virgin and I…”

“What?” Emeka asked, bursting out in laughter as he tried not to. “You can’t sell that line to me, okay? How can a sumptuous, succulent”, he demonstrates with his hands as he carefully pronounced the adjectives, “edible and sexy lady at your age claim to be a virgin? You can’t sell that line either.” He smacked his lips and continued, “Your lovely lips have definitely tasted the apple, and your thighs have made ways severally for the plantain”, he grabbed his crotch and moaned, “You don’t have to deny”.

Blessing opened and closed her lips almost immediately, no word came out. She licked her lips and she could swear she is already wet at the mention of plantain. He could have said cucumber. She fantasizes for the first time how different a male’s cucumber might be inside her and she was lost in lust.

Before she could realize what has gone wrong, she was kissing back Emeka who had taken advantage of her confused state, her hands grabbing the back of his head in ecstasy. Emeka laid her on the bed and brought out her boobs, he bit her hard nipple in a quick sharp movement, and before she could feel the pain, he covered the nipple with his wet mouth, sucked away the pain and turned it into pleasure. She moaned louder and grabbed him tighter. She wanted it, she wanted him.
Emeka slid his hands between her skirts, and it was easier to find his way into her wet, juicy, slippery hairy triangle with the G-string she was wearing. Like an expert that he was, Emeka scuffled her soft pubic hairs, deliberately brushing his fingers with her clitoris. She wished to collapse in a climax that hasn’t come. She held his hands and guided it inside her wet hole; she pushed up for her hole to swallow it all. This went on for a long time, until Sister Ruth.....

.......to be continued.

Literature › Blood On The Altar (another Excerpt) by acmesuccess(op): 2:33pm On Aug 30, 2015

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*Before you continue reading, please note that this contains adult contents, and...

i. This is just an excerpt, postings will be incoherent unless if said so.

ii. For a summary, this whole book is about the fight for the seat of the Choir Mistress in a particular church.

iii. This chapter 5 is an introduction to how Blessing ousted her church-mother, Sister Ruth and the involvement of Sister Ruth's boyfriend, Emeka.

Removing Sister Ruth was just too easy; the case of Sister Joy was more tasking. The plan to remove Sister Ruth came to her without much effort. While she was thinking of how to go about it without getting indicted by the process, the process came knocking without hassle. No doubt, Sister Ruth was very good to her, taking her as a Sister and treating her with respect despite the vastness in age difference.

Sister Ruth was way older and more experienced in singing and she could even compose songs. She will also help pay many of Blessing’s seminars fees whenever there was an important seminar pertaining to a singing career. But maybe, unfortunately for Sister Ruth, she was not a lesbian like Sister Mary. Maybe if she were, Blessing would have considered soaring together with her. But since the only interest that aligned them was the singing aspect, she felt no real attachment to her since she can always develop that on her own; though it might take a longer time than the shorter while it took with Sister Ruth selfless effort.

They were not living together; it wouldn’t have made sense if they were since to Blessing, no sexual interaction would have been a waste of space and time. But it wasn’t long before she found out that Sister Ruth was straight in terms of sexual relation; Emeka was a regular to Sister Ruth, and they met most times whenever she was with her. Emeka, then, was nothing to Blessing except being her Church-mother’s boyfriend.

Emeka was an exceptionally handsome guy who loved to stare too much at Blessing, and it didn’t take long for Blessing to note his interest in her. He rarely talks whenever he was with Sister Ruth, but he didn’t disappoint by always staring at Blessing whenever an opportunity arises. She didn’t really like it, being a lesbian; and especially when she wasn’t ready to consider bisexualism.

So, a day came by when she went over to Sister Ruth’s for the usual evening vocal lesson; they will meet at Sister Ruth’s residence if they didn’t go to Brother Ade’s music school for training. Brother Ade was just an influential Church member because of his music school, and that landed him the office of the Choir Coordinator; most of the vocal practice was done in his school.

But that evil day, Sister Ruth asked to meet at her place, but she wasn’t there. So, Blessing called and Sister Ruth said she should wait up. While waiting, Emeka came along to open the door at the request of Sister Ruth who asked him to come help open the door to her apartment with the spare key with him so that Blessing won’t be standing outside like a stranded visitor.

“So, you have been waiting for long, right”, Emeka asked while taking a soft drink from the small bedside refrigerator, after he has opened the door to Ruth’s apartment for Blessing.

“Not really”, she replied without interest.

He came over and handed her a can coke. She declined.

“Wow”, he said, sitting on the bed, preparing to open the can for himself. “You don’t drink coke or you simply don’t want to have anything to do with a stranger?”

“You’re not a stranger”, she replied, leafing through her music notes. She wore a frown, and she hoped he would notice and just shut up. She wasn’t interested in and discussion with him and she wish she could just tell him straight away.

“Well, if it is about me being a stranger, then you might take a drink of your choice from…”

“I have told you, it is not about that”, she raised her voice a little and looked at him sternly, still with the frown. “I am not just thirsty”.

“Why didn’t I believe you then?” He pressed further.

“Believe whatever you want”, Blessing snapped at him, “it’s not like I care anyway. Kindly allow me to concentrate on these notes before Sister Ruth comes back”.

“I think you hate me”.

“I don’t hate you”.

“I think you do”, Emeka insisted.

“Why on earth will I hate you? We rarely talk”, she replied, getting angry.

“So, if you don’t hate me, then you dislike me”, he continued, taking a gulp from his can.

Blessing sighed but remained silent. It is no doubt Emeka was only getting on her nerves, so, it will make sense to just be quiet.

“Why do you dislike me?” He asked, but Blessing remained silent. Leafing through her notes, but not catching a glimpse from it. “Why don’t you just …”

“I don’t dislike you, okay? I mean, what is the meaning of all these? Why do you even think that I hate or dislike you?”

“Good question”, he said and sat up, “I think you dislike me because you have realized that I like you”.

“Wha..? I beg your pardon?” Blessing closed her notes and sat at the edge of her chair to face him properly. “Are you well?” She asked, meaning to offend him.

“Of course, I am. You know I like you, and I guess you like me too”.

“Now, this is too much, okay? Where did you get all these ideas from?”

“See”, Emeka started, “you like me, it’s glaring, and I like you too. You know that. You don’t have to deny tha…”

“Shut up, Emeka”, Blessing got angry and stood up, “I am not going to sit here and listen to you talk like a fool”. She let out a dry chuckle and continued, “For what is worth, I don’t like you one bit, and I don’t give a penny if you did like me, which is your problem”.

“Listen to me…”

“No, you listen to me, Emeka; let this madness stop and end right here, I can’t even be with you.”

“Why?”

“Why?” Blessing repeated his question in unbelief. “Are seriously asking that question?”

“Of course, but I guess it is because you are very beautiful and has this nice voice and maybe I am not in the league of…”

”Hey, Emeka, excuse me. Do you know Sister Ruth? Do you know the lady with the best voice in the whole world; dark and pretty?”

“Listen, Blessing…”

“I am talking about your fiancé if you want to pretend you did not understand where I was driving at. She’s got the voice and all that. What else do you want? That line won’t sell”.

Literature › Re: BOOMERANG!!! The Diary Of A Foolish Lady. A Flash Fiction by acmesuccess(op): 5:14pm On Aug 26, 2015

tgmservice:
Nice fiction

thanks

Literature › Re: BOOMERANG!!! The Diary Of A Foolish Lady. A Flash Fiction by acmesuccess(op): 12:39pm On Aug 25, 2015

Olasco93:
It's painful though, but i think ladies should be more careful.
There is no way Sex was mentioned that it's the reason for a relationship/marriage.
I think if you tell someone that Loves you that you want to keep your body before marriage,
If he really love and want you as a wife, he would endure because he has your love down within.
Sleeping around is never a good thing, no matter the pressure because "The injury may have healed, but the scar will still remain"

Lets learn from this please Guys/Ladies

you have a good heart, but you knw many will not listen.

Literature › Blood On The Altar: An Excerpt by acmesuccess(op): 9:44am On Aug 24, 2015

Romance › Re: Blood On The Altar: An Excerpt by acmesuccess(op): 9:41am On Aug 24, 2015

casyrotts:
Ok

THank you

Family › Re: BOOMERANG!!! The Diary Of A Foolish Lady. A Flash Fiction by acmesuccess(op): 9:41am On Aug 24, 2015

FlySly05:
What you didn't say in there was if she was younger or older than you are. If she is younger then you shouldn't feel angry but guilty for been largely responsible for your sister's death. If you had exposed her waywardness earlier, I'm sure something would have been done to salvage the situation by both your parents and the rest of you. Maybe not salvage it all the way but at least by half out would, pity she thought suicide was the way out but that's chicken move by weaklings.

Sorry if I sounded harsh but I'm only being honest.

you are right, and you are greatly appreciated.
thank you.

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Literature › Re: BOOMERANG!!! The Diary Of A Foolish Lady. A Flash Fiction by acmesuccess(op): 9:38am On Aug 24, 2015

thanks man
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Romance › Blood On The Altar: An Excerpt by acmesuccess(op): 9:19am On Aug 24, 2015

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The transit to Jos was too silent for Blessing; all through the journey which she went alone, she held the picture of her dead lover in her hands, crying at every glitch of the cherished memories they shared. The last night they spent together, she could still remember her words:

“My dearest Blessing, this is all a plot; a plot to take you away from me. Those mothers were jealous of what we have achieved together- your lovely voice that I helped you train and your influence from the children’s Choir to the youth’s Choir. I want you to know that many of them have approached me to help them train their daughters in which I refused. Now, they wanted us out, and they wanted you out of their way too”.

That day, Blessing looked at her in admiration, hate and pity. She knew it was all an excuse and a lie; she truly abused all those children like she had abused her. Though, she got over it and loved it. She was glad it never worked out with those new entrants; she didn’t want to share Sister Mary- not even with God!

“Promise me, promise me my love that you will remember me always, and you will fight for me. Your mother will take you away tomorrow, but promise me I will remain in your heart”, she requested of Blessing, something she would have done even without her request.

She also made her promise that she will not allow anybody to attain that position of the Choir Mistress because in her words, “it is my right. They never wanted me to have it, but you must have it if I couldn’t. I used all my strength, might, time and resources to grow the Choir. I was the third Choir member when this branch started. Now, they wanted to reap where they did not sow and enjoy the fruit of my labour”.

She watched her lover stood up, pacing the room like a damsel in distress, unsure where turn for help. Blessing stood up and walked over to her, as small as she was in frame, she held her close and assured her that she will do everything to ensure that her cause was justified and duly fought for by her.

Sister Mary kissed her, and it was a great kiss shared between them. She couldn’t have explained why that kiss has always remained something to covet, but she believed, maybe the salty taste from the tears on their lips added more taste to the whole kissing process.

She hid the picture perfectly in her bag as she alighted from the bus into the waiting arms of her Sister who started treating her as a victim of rape and injustice, much to her disgust. Only God knows what her mother would have told her sister. Her lover was killed; she was murdered by the jealous mothers who pushed her to suicide. Her lover was denied justice; justice to fair hearing. Her lover was taken away from her when she was about to enjoy her more. And here they all are, treating her dead lover with such disrespect! She has promised her she will avenge her death, and revenge she must take, even if it takes the whole time of her life. In her mind, she knew was never a victim of rape, but of injustice. Yet, no one seemed to understand this.

Her aunt welcomed her to the dining the evening she landed in Jos, but she couldn’t even taste out of the food. That evening, her appetite was not only lost, it simply didn’t exist. Her Aunt wondered and asked her why she didn’t touch the food,

“I am not hungry”, that was her response.

But even so, her eyes couldn’t resist the neatly placed cucumbers in the bowl, out of the many fruits in the large bowl placed on the dining table. She was already salivating; not from her mouth, but between her legs. Her Aunt, having noticed her attraction to the cucumbers, had invited her to take one and eat; an invitation she couldn’t resist. She took one and excused herself to retreat inside.

That day, she couldn’t wait to get inside before she pulled up her skirt and pulled down her pants. She ran into the toilet and sat on the toilet seat with legs professionally spread. With a quick movement, she spit in her palms and bathed the cucumber with it. She rubbed it gently, more like caressing. But it wasn’t slippery enough for her; so, she forced out phlegm and rubbed it on the cucumber. That felt better.

She balanced herself nicely on the toilet seat with one hand and gently pushed in the improvised todger gently into the wet throbbing hole between her open legs with the other. She almost died of an unending sensation that rushed up and jumped down her spine. She moaned gently as the abyss between her legs almost swallowed up the whole big fruit.

She held it in place and clamped her thighs together. She raised her head gently, absorbing the pleasure with a sizzling sound between her clenched teeth. Then she started to thrust, gently at first, and faster, uncontrollably. When the sensation was too much, she held the fruit with both hands and smashed it in with ferocious strength. Her eyes wide shut, her voice got louder; something she tried to control but for reasons known to her, she couldn’t. She shook her head frantically like a reggae artist!
She rose to the skies and aimed to for the heavens. She smashed ferociously and without care. Her voice was louder and her moans were darker and deeper. Then, suddenly, almost when she was closer to the heavens, she reached orgasm and touched down from her flight to the skies. She was tired, and she felt dead. She finished whatever she was doing and opened her eyes to the horror of her life- her Aunt stood right at the entrance of the toilet, looking at her.

Slowly, she removed the cucumber and lowered her head in shame.

“Blessing, what are you doing?” Her Aunt asked, half smiling.

“I’m…I’m sorry”, she said, and slowly covered her shame.
“Are you?” Her aunt asked.

Blessing nodded, but her Aunt continued,

“I mean you are doing it wrong; you may hurt yourself with such fierce movements”.

“Aunt, I was trying to kill an insect that entered while I was…”

Her Aunt’s laughter cut into her excuse like a wildfire, and it burnt the excuse away from her mind almost immediately. She realized she has been very stupid to even try to say that, but she must reiterate her lie until it is being accepted as the truth; both by her and whoever who cared to listen. Sister Mary thought her to always stand by her lies even when threatened with a gun.

“It is true, Ma. I was trying to kill a fly”, she insisted.

“Of course I know”, the Aunt said, “it might interest you to know that it happens a lot to me too, but I don’t kill it like that way. I mean I have, but I landed in the hospital because I ended up hurting my precious pot. You see”, she continued, much to Blessing’s confusion, “I have to teach you how to do this, because there are lots of flies around here, and occasionally, they will definitely find their way back in”. She smiled to see Blessing’s reaction which was already lost in the wastelands.

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Literature › The Betrayal by acmesuccess(op): 7:18am On Aug 10, 2015

Dipo and Diya have been friends since you could remember your first name. I mean, even if you were older than they are, then their friendship were forged in heaven. They lived in the same neighbourhood, went to the same Primary School, the same Secondary School, the same University, different States for their Youth service, and they worked in the same company after serving their fatherland.

People said they were inseparable, but they were very different. Apart from their Nicknames where Dipo was called D1, and Diya was known as D2, D1 was a very brilliant guy while D2 was average. That aside, D1 was a Christian based on his family religion, but D2 was an atheist- a love he found while in the University, yet, they went on fine. D1’s extravagant lifestyle didn’t deter D2 for once, neither was his early promotion which made D2 some sort of a junior officer to D1. They were fine, until….

One day, while, at their usual local pepper soup joint, Dipo told Diya about a plan to be actualized that will make them super rich- a fraud! Diya declined to be a part, and it dragged on for weeks.

“This is funny, you’re not even a Christian”, D1 said one day after work. He was sitting by the edge of D2’s table. “I have been trying to convince you just because you are my friend, and the other wouldn’t take part since you are the only one out. They thought you might rat out on them”.

“D1, you know me”, Diya began, “I won’t do this, and it is not in my style to go rat you out. You guys do whatever you want to do, and have a good rest of mind. You’re safe with me. No one will know”.

“You have always said that, but that wasn’t the problem here. We agreed on just one thing, and…”

“I told you I won’t do that, okay?” Diya reaffirmed. “How do you guys expect me to put in my signature into what I don’t want to be part of?”

“Then collect the money!” D1 insisted. “At least, that means…”

“It means I am part of it; but no, I am not interested”. D2 maintained, and there was a heavy fog of silence that spoke too loud between them. It lingered on from that moment and a long time to come. D2 tried talking to D1 many times, but he will only hum, grunt or grumble as a reply. Dipo believed Diya was nothing but a hypocrite because he believed as an atheist he shouldn’t be talking about morals.

Just six months later, Dipo was sacked after the fraud was traced back to his office. Everyone whose signature was found on the list was also shown the door. Diya was made the Head of Department where Dipo once held. This made Dipo convinced himself that it was a plan actuated by Diya. Diya has betrayed him, he thought to himself every day and every night until he got lonely, depressed, obsessed and dejected. These brewed hatred within him, and he hated Diya with all his heart. He refused to pick D2’s call or listen to his pleas through many text messages to hear him out.

Then one day, Dipo resolved to a fetish way to destroy his friend’s life and he did his. So, he picked a day to visit the witch doctor. But as fate will have it, the night prior to his day of visit, there was a preacher on the TV who talked about people who betrayed themselves but blamed it on others, or God to be easier. And somehow, this made sense to Dipo. He thought about how Diya had stood his ground and shunned evil while he betrayed himself by embracing it. He felt ashamed of himself and accepted his fault in this matter. He said to himself,

“Even if D2 sold me out, then I was the one who gave him what to sell. I betrayed myself”.

Just about time, Diya called again, and Dipo picked. He apologized before Diya could say ‘hello’. Diya was confused at first, but believed his friend’s intention was clear. He went to the point,

“Dipo, I’m glad that you finally heard me out, and I am glad that you realized I didn’t do this, but there is an issue that requires your urgency. Our boss has been sacked; he was sacked based on fraud. The headquarters wants me to find a consultant to act as a proxy in his place; one that could make the decisions for a long time. The CEO said he doesn’t care which company handles it, he just want it done. You still have the company you registered a few years back?”

“Yes, I do”. Dipo replied in anticipation, in whispers.

“Then mail a proposal to my desk asking to get the job of the consulting company. You got the job already, okay? I couldn’t think of a more brilliant guy to make the decision. You know, if you haven’t done the fraud, you would be made the boss by now. I wasn’t made the Boss because I had little experience in this office. The job has been on for months, I held it down for you; I knew you will come around. Nevertheless, my friend, I am glad you are back!”

Did Dipo cry?
He sure did and was really ashamed of himself.

You might not get a second chance as Dipo did, so, live a good life. It doesn’t hurt. Learn how not to betray yourself.

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