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 Literature › Re: Amanda : the journey down memory lane by Ashley2389(op): 7:01pm On Dec 09, 2013*. Modified: 9:18pm On Dec 11, 2013 |
ME Yes! I was born in an unclean way to a great mother and a father who loved me like no other, but still I was a product of adultery and I don't blame my father or my mother for that, my father was a drowning man, he was a man in pain, he needed a life raft and he got it, my mother was a woman with a good heart, she did something stupid but she never regretted it, she was a woman in love and her stupidity gave her a jewel, it gave her ME and for that, she was justified. By now you know how my father met my mother, my mother got a one bedroom apartment for my father, not that the money she was given wasn't enough for a 3 bed room apartment but she figured that he was going to live alone and probably never spend up to six months in the house, she furnished the place for him and he moved over. My mother agreed to bring him food every night after days of begging, I think my father just enjoyed my mother's company at least at first, and he insisted she comes on work free days, they became friends and started telling each other about their lives, they got really close, they liked each other and enjoyed spending time together until one evening, they were carried away by passion and lust and they fell into sin, the sin of adultery. My mother wasn't the type of woman who couldn't control her feelings but she was secretly in love with my father, she didn't want to admit that she was in love with a married man but she was, and my father deflowered my mother, he had started and he wanted to stop when he realised but my mother told him to continue, she was ready to face the consequences. I was conceived at that moment, I left the world of the unborn and I came into the world of the living, a world filled with people without a conscience, a world full of sorrow and sadness, a world where people who knows nothing about you, points at you and judge you, where you have to fight to belong, I came into this world to the loving hands of my mother and my father and I though life was sweet but as I grew up, I realised you don't judge a book by its cover. ******* ********* ****** My father went back home few days after he fell into sin with my mother, he had deflowered mama and that meant a lot to him, he had asked and pleaded to marry my mother as a second wife but my mother wouldn't have that, she wanted a big wedding, church wedding, where a man was required to have only one wife, but unknown to my mother, I was developing in her and I was doing it quick. My father did not return home until he had given my mother enough money to start up her cloth business, my mother refused his money but my grandmother made her collect it and she started her business, few weeks after my father returned home, my mother found out she was pregnant, she went told my father about it and he accepted me. |
| Literature › Re: Amanda : the journey down memory lane by Ashley2389(op): 6:25pm On Dec 09, 2013 |
Thanks guys, I appreciate your comments |
| Literature › Re: Writing Game:- Continue The Story; 5 Sentences by Ashley2389: 6:05pm On Dec 09, 2013 |
Blaq king: After the initial disorientation Akande experienced on entering the cave, he took a good look around the mysterious space and a new kind of fear crept into his essence."what!" Akande shouted out of shock, he was scared and fear was written all over him, he looked around with bulging eyes and the sight terrified him, he had heard of this place, especially from Odewale his grand father, he had been told scary stories of this place and he had doubted its existence, Akande turned back to see if he would find an exit at least a way to return back into the forest but there was none, it was like he was in the middle of a village. As Akande eyes swelled with tears, his legs began to shake, he had thought there was nothing was than the shakabula but here he is wishing he had waited for that gun at least he could try to beg the hunter or better still that death would be fast and easy. |
| Literature › Re: Call Of The Wind: THE GENESIS [Magic] by Ashley2389: 5:54pm On Dec 09, 2013 |
You need to start something first, then we can help with the corrections, even the best writer the world today started from somewhere |
| Literature › Re: Secret Of Love by Ashley2389: 5:52pm On Dec 09, 2013 |
*grabs a seat* oya continue jooor |
| Literature › Re: Amanda : the journey down memory lane by Ashley2389(op): 7:59am On Dec 09, 2013 |
As much as my mother wanted to help the man, my father, she didn't touch the money until he came back that evening. Sitting at his usual spot with his usual, my father watched my mother talk about how tight her schedule is, how easy it would be for him to get an apartment after meeting an agent, and she also explained who an agent is, just in case my father doesn't know, he just watched her speak calmly and gently, and he listened, he was used to listening as a woman speaks. Its true my mother had been nice to him ever since he had known her, also true that she was a beautiful woman even though she wasn't as beautiful as his wife but she was cute, she had such a good heart, she looked so innocent and she was intelligent, she had the perfect set of eyes, a straight nose and such kissable lips, my father hadn't admire a woman like that since he got married, he was faithful but then he couldn't help but notice my mother as she talked. After explaining to him how to get himself an apartment, my mother expected him to reply but he just kept staring "Are you here, Mister?" "Yea I am" he said "you will help me get an apartment young lady, I promise to pay you for your time, I need your help, please" He told her My mother thought for a while "Okay" she answered "Can we be friends?" He asked and he could tell from her reaction that my mother wasn't expecting that "Oh! Yes! Why not!" My mother replied. "but I get really busy here that I might not be able to sit out with you" "That is no problem, since you ll know where I stay, you could always come over" my father had said "but you should understand that its just friendship, no strings attached" my mother made it clear, not that she goes around visiting male friends but there was something about that man that made her trust him and drew her to him. "Okay" my father had replied smiling, he wasn't thinking of getting a second wife or a mistress anyway, the whole plan was to make his wife realise her mistake and he was going to go back home but while he was away, he figured he could use a friend. "I am Anthony Nnamba" my father had said as my mother stood up to return to her duties "Doyin Aderele" my mother replied as they shaked hands for the first time Only if my father had known how much close they will get over the years. |
| Literature › Re: Amanda : the journey down memory lane by Ashley2389(op): 3:31pm On Dec 06, 2013 |
COLLABORATION My father would leave work, go to the bar, have few drinks as he thinks about his pathetic life and when its late enough, he would go home where his wife would be waiting to yell at him for coming home late after spending the whole day with his female secretary, as she yells, my father would take a shower, then go to bed, just as if she isn't there. This became a daily routine for my father and the angrier my step mother gets, the more apart they grew. My mother would likely have studied physcology if she went to school, she was a woman who understood attitudes, she could tell when a person is sad or happy, she could easily tell when a person is sad and feigning happiness, everyday when my father walks into the bar, sits at his usual position and orders his usual drink and pepper soup, she could tell he was having problems, she could tell from his look that he was a drowning man, but she became extra friendly to him, making jokes out of things and making sure he was comfortable, my mother wasn't doing this to get his attention or anything but she had gone through unhappy days herself, she had grown up next to that unhappy look on her mother's face and she felt so passionately about it when she sees that look on someone else's face and she had learnt over the years that a smile or a little friendliness by a someone could help lessen the pain. One day, my father came in as usual and ordered more than the usual, he was looking really sad and keep asking for more drinks, he was getting drunk and my mother didn't like it, so she asked someone else, one of the sales girls to fill in for her, she sat with my father and asked him what the problem was. On a normal occassion my father wouldn't open up to a stranger but he was drunk and she had been nice to him, he tearfully told my mother what he was going through, emphasised on how heartbroken he was, how unhappy he was and how he had done nothing to my step mother to deserve what she was doing to him, he had been really good to her, there was nothing she wanted that he didn't give to her and he had been really faithful to her, he had let go of female friends just for her sake and how he was giving in to her this time around, and as he talked, my mother listened to him pour out his pain and when he was through, she offered him her handkerchief. Then my mother came up with an idea "Why not give her a break" she had told him "women can be funny at times, you shouldn't go home for a while, let her calm down, she would have time to think about what she is doing, then before you know it, she would realise how wrong she had been" My father left the bar that day, although he was drunk, he thought about what she said, over and over again, even at work and he figured "what the hell" He picked up his car keys, went to the bank, withdrew some money, a lot of money, he went straight to the bar, met my mother and he gave her the money "Get me an apartment, get the things you think I ll need there, I wanna move there by weekend" my father said "What" my mother managed to say "Yea, I ll be here in the evening, I need to get back to work now, its thursday today, you have enough time to get me a place, you can leave work, I ll pay you for your time" he said and left my mother in shock! |
| Literature › Re: Amanda : the journey down memory lane by Ashley2389(op): 2:53pm On Dec 06, 2013 |
Though my mother was not educated, she was intelligent and though she was raised by an irresponsible woman, she was responsible. I am not saying this because she is my mother but its the truth about her, my mother wanted to be a better woman than her mother, she wanted a better life than she had with her mother, she wanted to live in a big house, buy beautiful things and have beautiful children, so she knew better than to follow her mother's footsteps. Mama went through hell as she moved with her mother from one man's home to another, she learnt to deal with a lot of things at an early stage of her life, she had been beaten alongside her mother by men, she had been treated like shit by men and their wives all because of her mother and the likes but all this made her strong, and from every situation she found herself, there was always a lesson to learn. She learnt the cloth business, and before the age of 18, mama had mastered the art of selling and buying cloths, she got a certificate from her boss who was amazed at how fast and how well she learnt the trade, after her freedom, mama had a problem, there was not enough money to get her own shop and buy cloths to see, so she came up with an idea, she decided to work for people and she could save up her pay till she gets enough to start up her own cloth business, so she tried and tried to get a job with a meaningful pay but nobody would hire an uneducated woman to work, then her own mother came up with an idea. "Why not work for my friend, mama T, she doesn't sell paraga, she has a bar, just drinks and pepper soup is all she sells, she would pay well" Though my mother was not comfortable with working in a bar, it was better than selling paraga with her mom, besides mama T doesn't sell hemp like her own mother does, and the pay was good for her. "I ll work for just 2 years and I ll make enough money to start up my business", my mother thought, and that was how she started working at Mama T bar where she met my Father. |
| Jobs/Vacancies › What Work Can I Do To Make 30 Thousands Within 3 Weeks. Advice Please by Ashley2389(op): 6:10pm On Dec 01, 2013 |
I need the money badly, what work can I do or what can I sell and where can I sell it in Lagos, please nairalanders help!!! |
| Literature › Re: Egbe Onkawe Ede Yoruba by Ashley2389: 3:38pm On Dec 01, 2013 |
Emi na ti wa awon iwe ireke onibudo, akoni meje ni igbo irumole kiri, sugbon mi o ri won ra, ti enikeni ba month ibi ti month ti le rii, inu mi adun gan! Ese |
| Literature › Re: Amanda : the journey down memory lane by Ashley2389(op): 10:34am On Dec 01, 2013 |
Pls I want to know what you think of my writing so that I can improve, I know its not that good a story but I can't do better if u just view without commenting, I need your comments to continue |
| Literature › Re: Amanda : the journey down memory lane by Ashley2389(op): 10:33am On Dec 01, 2013 |
I am an upcoming writer, I know there are mistakes in the write up, but I can't figure them out if you don't help me, pls comment |
| Literature › Re: Amanda : the journey down memory lane by Ashley2389(op): 10:50am On Nov 30, 2013 |
MY MOTHER You see, my mother's life before meeting my father is nothing to write home about. She lost her father at a very early age, infact too early, she was five months when her father lost his life to an accident, when I think about it, its not really an accident, her father wasn't much of a good man, he was a taxi driver and a rugged one at that, he was a drunkard and a womaniser, or whatever its called. He got into a fight five months after my mother was born, a baseless fight for parking space and his opponent stabbed him in the belly and he bled to death, my mother never really knew her father, infact as bad as it was, there was no pictures of him anywhere around. Her mother, my grandmother was not much of a good woman herself, not that she fights around but she had an hyper active gene for men, that's how I love to call it, she sleeps around with her men, whether they are rich or not, whether married or not, short or tall, in as much as she can get a little out of them then they are good to go. Yes! She sells paraga (gins), that's what its called, and she acts like it, that was how she met my grandfather and married him, but when he died, she married more men though she didn't give birth to any other child but she jumped from a marriage to another with my mother. As bad as my grandfather was said to be, he loved his wife and his child, infact there were testimonies of things he had said at different places about them and how he had determined to send his children to school, he was a man with a good heart, and this was what my mother was made to believe infact my grandmother told her a lot of good things about her father and though she never knew him, she loved him and so do I My grandmother wanted to fulfil her late's husband wish of sending my mother to school, not that she believed in schooling herself, so she managed and she got tired when my mother got to pry 3, she got tired of buying books and paying school fees or so I heard, so she sat my mother down and lectured her about how every woman would end up in a man's kitchen either educated or not, and also she made her realise that a lot of graduates ends up becoming tailors, hairdressers or the likes and she also did not forget to mention her believe about how uneducated people get married to rich men more than the educated ones, so even though my 10 year old mother was confused, she believed her mother wants the best for her and that was how my mother dropped out of school. |
| Literature › Re: A Stab In The Heart. *a Short Story* by Ashley2389: 10:15am On Nov 30, 2013 |
Nice write up, keep it up dearie |
| Literature › Re: Amanda : the journey down memory lane by Ashley2389(op): 10:24pm On Nov 27, 2013*. Modified: 10:26am On Nov 30, 2013 |
BACKGROUND - My Father You see! My life wasn't that smooth from the beginning, I was a result of sin and a product of adultery, but I blame not my father or my mother for that, they were two sinners, two lonely and drowning people in search of a life raft. Anthony, my father was a man of wealth, he wasn't born with a silver spoon but he worked for it, I was told he studied business administration in college, he graduated and ventured into the contracting business and from the friends he made in school, he got the connections he needed and Gbam! He got a contract worth millions of naira, he fell in love and got married and was blessed with two beautiful boys and a gal, but he had a problem and it was with his wife. His wife, my step mother was a very jealous, hot tempered and a bad cook, my father had to hire a cook for the house, he had to come home to listen to the endless ranting of his wife, maybe about his coming home past dinner, his not picking up his call, and other little things, as if that was not enough, he must not pick up any call that was made by a lady, whether its a business call or other calls she wouldn't care. Situation got out of hands when my father hired a female secretory and that was when his problems started She got into fight with him every night, she denies him food, as if that wasn't enough she denies him access to her body, each fight they had ends with his inability to fire his female secretary and get a male one, my father got tired of explaining to her about how capable and talented the lady is, infact she had been a blessing to his company, with the fact that she is happily married but she wouldn't listen. I think my father got tired of explaining to her, he got tired of going to bed with an empty stomach and the rest, so he resorted to spending quality time in a bar before going home every night and that was where he met my mother. |
| Literature › Re: Amanda : the journey down memory lane by Ashley2389(op): 7:46pm On Nov 27, 2013 |
THE BEGINING Thirty five years ago, on the 23rd of September, around 6:25pm or so I heard, I was born into this world, a bouncing baby girl, I came with my right hand first , I guess I was in a hurry to come into the world or perhaps I was trying to let them know I wanted to be a writer, it was a tough delivery for my 23 year mother, who was just getting into the motherhood wagon. My father, 35 years old contractor waited impatiently and listened patiently for the cries of a newly born at the corridor, It was going to be his fourth child and that meant a lot to him, why! I don't know, even though I had been conceived in an unclean way as the preacher calls it almost every sunday. His mother stayed with him, supported him, and watched him pace up and down the hall. When I finally arrived into this world as a beautiful new born baby, my father and my grandmother walked up to me but as they saw me smile, it paid for all the hours of anxiety I had caused them, my grandmother touched my tiny checks while my father watched and smiled "She looks so much like your sister Amanda when she was born" my grandmother said as my sleeping mother opened her eyes "Amanda?" My mother said "Yes Amanda" my father answered And that was how I got my name Amanda Esther Nnamba |
| Literature › Amanda : the journey down memory lane by Ashley2389(op): 4:03pm On Nov 27, 2013*. Modified: 4:35pm On Nov 27, 2013 |
DEATH Its the first constant thing in life, followed by CHANGE, some people are just so nefarious that you begin to wonder if they have paid death off, I thought to myself as I watched the remains of uncle Andrew being lowered into the ground, I stood tearless with five other crying people, a priest and those two guys who had out of pity agreed to bring the corpse down to the grave yard, I have been to funerals, if not much, I have been to my father's, my mother's and about three other people, and there were no less than 30 people present at those funerals, but this funeral is nothing to write home about. As I walked back to my car from the grave, I thought about life with uncle Andrew in it and life without him, The Internal home of prostitutes or whatever that place is called would really miss him, but friends If he still had any would definitely celebrate his dismiss, family as they call themselves won't even feel his absence and this is obvious as none of them attended his burial, but ME, I thought as I opened the door to the drivers seat and settled in, I will never forget Uncle Andrew as he already left a print in me, a wound in the soul and a memory that I would forever tend to. **i need corrective comments more than anything, thanks as you follow Amanda, as she goes down memory lane** |
| Education › Re: All ASUU Strike News::1st July-16th December 2013 by Ashley2389: 5:48pm On Nov 26, 2013 |
odizeey: Let do small smtynlemm add my own *jeep parks in front of fynestboi and a beautiful woman got out* Fynestboi: heeey! No be Ashley be dis Ashley: na me oooo, na ur children be dis? Fynestboi: na so o Ashley: why dis one con short! Fynestboi: na hn mama he resemble, na ur vehicle be dis Ashley: yes nan when ASUU no gree resume, I con go marry politician Fynestboi: eeyyaa Ashley: na we dey chop una money now o Fynestboi: wetin u con do for here Ashley: I con collcet my husband's share of the money the FG give una school for building project. |
| Christianity Etc › Re: Prophecy For Wizkid Musician by Ashley2389: 2:19pm On Nov 24, 2013 |
Afrobasic: Just incase this hits front pagewhat's with nairalanders and frontpage sef, is there something I'm missing? |
| Education › Re: I'v Lost My V.i.p Status @ Home All Thanks To ASUU. by Ashley2389: 2:05pm On Nov 21, 2013 |
Madu2013: i used to b respected,treated differently,my dad does nt send me on an errand unless if it is of utmost importance. but nw after stayin for more than four months @ home everytin has changed. My younger brother who is in secondary sch. dat used to call me brother nw calls me 'bro', my dad nw sends me on all kinds of errands including washing all d cars in d house, ALL THANKS TO ASUU!. Wen i tried to protest he said dat i hav to b doin it so dat my younger brother who is nw in s.s 3 wil b goin to sch on time so as to prepare for his ssce. This is realy annoying, pls. Comment and tel me ur experience since d ASUU strike.I understand u completely, its everywhere, we just hope this strike ends soon. |
| Education › Oau Nursing School Form Is Out by Ashley2389(op): 10:59pm On Nov 17, 2013 |
APPLICATION FOR BACHELOR DEGREES, DIPLOMA AND CERTIFICATE PROGRAMMES (2013/2014 Academic Session) Centre For Distance Learning announces admission into her Diploma, Bachelor Degree and certificate Programmes. The available options are: . Bachelor Degree Programmes: (BNSc. Nursing, Education Degree) Applications are invited from suitably qualified candidates for admission into the Bachelor Degree, Diploma and Certificate Programmes co-ordinated by the Centre for Distance Learning, Obafemi Awolowo University, Ile-Ife. Admission Requirements . Bachelor Degree Programme (Nursing Science, Degree in Education) . Bachelor Degree in Nursing . Nursing Applicants must be Nurses registered by the Nursing and Midwifery Council of Nigeria (RN/ RPN/RM/RPHN etc) . Applicants must possess West African School Certificate/GCE (or Equivalents) with Credits in five (5) subjects obtained at not more than two sittings. The subjects must include English Language. Mathematics, Physics, Biology and Chemistry. . Candidates shall be invited for written entrance examination and interview. www.nursingworl dnigeria.com Diploma Programme Candidates applying for any of the Diploma Programmes must have passes in five (5) relevant subjects at credit level including English Language, at the Senior Secondary Certificate Examination (SSCE), General Certificate of Education (GCE), NECO. Also Candidates applying for the Diploma in Education must have passes in five (5) relevant subjects at credit level including English Language, at the Senior Secondary Certificate Examination (SSCE), General Certificate of Education (GCE), NECO. Mathematics is also required for Science or merit/credit in four (5) relevant subjects of TC II including English Language. Certificate Programmes . Applicants for admission into the Non-degree Certificate Programme must have at least OND or NCE certificate. However, school certificate holders who have acquired enough experience working on development issues (minimum of two years) will also be considered for the Programme. Applicants for the Post Graduate Certificate Course in Gender Studies must have a university degree from an approved University. Duration Bachelor of Nursing Science Programme is for five Academic Sessions, each of the Diploma Programmes lasts for two Academic Sessions. Each of the Diploma Programmes lasts for two Academic Session Method of Application All application fees are to be paid through any of the followin banks: Skye Bank, First Bank or UBA on eTranzact Network. Application fee for Diploma Programmes, Certificate in Portuguese and Certificate in Gender Studies Programmes is N10,000.00 while the application fee for Bachelor Degree Programmes is N12,500. Application fee for certificate in French Language cost N5,000. Requirement 1. Valid email address 2. Passport Photograph (100kb Max) 3. Credentials 4. Important Applicants are advised to make payments personally and obtain the eTranzact receipts at any of the designated banks. The Centre for Distance Learning, OAU has not engaged any individual or organization to carry out this application procedure on her behalf and thus shall not be held responsible for any issue arising from the involvement of a third party. No downloaded or printed copies of forms will be accepted. Closing Date Deadline for Application is Friday, 20th December, 2013. All Nursing and Bachelor Degree in Education Applicants are to note that they will be contacted as soon as a date is fixed for their Entrance Exam / Screening. Signed D.I. Ocan (Mrs) Administrative Secretary Centre for Distance Learning, Obafemi Awolowo University, Ile-Ife |
| Nairaland General › Re: Comments From Diaries by Ashley2389: 4:42pm On Nov 16, 2013 |
Ihedinobi: Alutacontinua, God de bless you wella o!I understand you well, but the problem I have is my ego, besides I think if I should call him and apologise, he ll think I am weak, he ll believe he can do anything, and I ll go nowhere, he ll take me for granted. I also won't be able to stand it, if he should say no to my apology, if he loves me as much as he claimed, how come he was able to do without me for a whole month! I think its over for real, it looks like a dream sometimes, I bleeped up again and this time I left a permanent scar |
| Nairaland General › Re: Comments From Diaries by Ashley2389: 12:49pm On Nov 16, 2013 |
Everytime my phone rings, I jump to see if he is the caller, I just couldn't help but wonder why he didn't fight back for our relationship, I might have been stupid enough to break up my relationship of four years and frdship of many years, but he could have fought back, given me time to reflect on my mistake and then come back, why didn't he do that, yes! I know he has done that many times when I stupidly broke up with him for one stupid reason or the other, he always came back for me! I think he has had enough but I wish he would just come back one more time, just one more time! |
| Nairaland General › Re: Comments From Diaries by Ashley2389: 12:33pm On Nov 16, 2013 |
My dear, going through your diary, its more like you have been going through my mind and joting down the things you see, we went or lemme say we are going through the same ordeal, infact just slight difference, whenever I go through your diary, I see myself. I miss more than anything in the world, I stalk him on social networks too, everything is the same with you. I am just to proud to pick up the phone to call him, I really hope time heals this pain because that's what everybody z saying. |
| Jobs/Vacancies › Re: Unadvertised Vacancies by Ashley2389: 8:53am On Nov 14, 2013 |
I need a part time job within oshogbo, I am a student of uniosun. |
| Literature › Re: Unforgivable by Ashley2389(op): 7:23am On Nov 06, 2013 |
****** ******* ******* Chidera stood at the entrance of her bungalow and waited for her daughter's arrival, she left her husband in the sitting room with his regrets, if Amaka refuses to forgive her father, nobody would blame her, infact if she should forgive him, people would blame her. Chidera had been more than surprised to see Nnamdi dat morning, after 15 years, she was getting ready for evening mass when her maid came in to inform her of a visitor, on getting to her visitor's room, she saw him standing there, he looked weak and rough, thin and broken, the sight of him was bad enough but when he knelt down in front of her, crying out his pains, it was then Chidera realised that the man she knew, he wasn't the same man who had left her daughter in the hospital to die. |
