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What took you so long?’, the lady said without facing them. Tobi felt his rage build up as he recognised the voice. I know that voice even in my dreams, he thought bitterly, the person behind my misery. Cynthia Uju. He felt like strangling her....... CBS episode 19; the story continues...xclusively from yomi....hit the share button
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Tobi did not see it coming. Ghost’s punch sent him sprawling into the corner. He could feel blood on his tongue. Guess this is the end of the road for me, he thought and opened himself up to the bullet he felt would rip through him;..... CBS episode 18; the story continues...xclusively from yomi....hit the share button
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ken and the Storyteller (CBS) 1 – Prologue
01
OCT
2014
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by disundgr8 in Uncategorized Edit
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The Convict
For someone who grew up idolizing the heroes in comics; Batman, Superman, Spiderman and the likes; Tobi wondered how he ended up a villain, the exact opposite of his dream. He drank the cup of beer in front of him. His life flashed before him and he could feel tears fighting to make its way down his face but he fought it back. He remembered just like yesterday.
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A playboy to the core; different girls graced his bed often and he could never be caught dead with just anyone. Ladies from wealthy parents and beauties were at his beck and call. Tobi was quite handsome, a smooth talker and had a good job too; traits that attracted the ladies like bees. He was quite principled and never went beyond his limit. He never dated his friend’s girls or ex-girlfriends, no married woman could sway him. He was respected for that.
Life was going so well until he met her. The lady behind his predicament; the cause of his pain. He took a sip of his beer and ordered another bottle. He reminisced about how it all went from good to bad, from grace to grass. Cynthia; that was her name. She had walked into a party, organised by his boss, and had captured everybody’s attention. She had a body of a goddess if you can call it that; a sumptuous bust and hips to match. A body that would give Toolz a run for her money, he thought. She had swayed provocatively, aware of the stares, towards his boss. He knew she was trouble from that moment.
‘And I’ll like to honour someone‘, his boss said drawing everyone’s attention, ‘who has been dedicated to the company‘. Everybody whispered looking at each other.
Everyone including Tobi listened as Mr Alabi, his boss, sang the ‘unknown’ person’s praise.
‘Mr Tobi Kehinde, please step forward‘, his boss said looking straight at him. He almost did not hear his name. He had shock written all over him. People applauded as he made his way to the front.
‘On behalf of my family and I, I present this car key to you‘, Mr Alabi said. Tobi could not believe his ears. It felt like a dream.
He got a lot of hugs and pat on the back for a job well done. He felt on top of the world. Hard work and honesty had brought him that far.
‘Congrats‘, a sweet voice said behind him. Tobi turned to acknowledge the person and behold it was the cynosure of all eyes.
‘Thanks, I appreciate‘, and he stretched his hands to her but she opted for a hug instead. He felt awkward but he composed himself.
‘You smell good’, she said and he could swear that he blushed. Did she just flirt with me, he thought.
‘You guys have met’, Mr Alabi joined them, ‘Tobi, meet Cynthia Uju who will be the Managing Director of the company and my wife‘. That shocked him because they all knew Mrs Alabi. Rumour had it that they had divorced. Guess it’s true then, Tobi mused.
‘You are welcome ma‘, he said hiding his surprise. They talked for few minutes and everybody departed. He had noticed the way Cynthia was looking at him but he pushed the thought off thinking it was just the alcohol playing tricks on him.
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Life under his new MD started with no issues. He was beginning to like the way she handled the business side of things. Their working relationship was devoid of drama albeit for careless touches here and there from her but he did not read too much meaning into it.
‘Let’s meet at the company’s hotel later in the day‘, Cynthia informed Tobi after the day’s job, ‘and bring along that file with you‘.
‘Okay ma’, he replied, ‘what of the other file‘.
‘Do bring it along’, she replied and departed; swaying seductively all the way. Something erotic sneaked into his mind but he brushed it off. He planned to ring one of his babes to release the pent up sexual tension in his body. Office duty first, he thought sadly and made his way home.
Later in the day, he made his way into the hotel. He was simply dressed; a red Polo shirt on blue jeans. He made his way to the executive lounge where he suspected she would be. A waiter directed him to the room. He felt uneasy but since business had been transacted in the hotel many times, he let his fears go.
‘Come in’, Cynthia answered as he knocked. He walked in to an atmosphere that does not exactly describe ‘business’. He took his seat by the bed cautious of his environment. ‘Wanted’ by Tiwa Savage was playing on the stereo.
‘Welcome’, Cynthia said looking at him seductively.
‘These are the files you requested for‘, he said in his business voice.
‘What drink should I offer you?’, she said oblivious to what he was saying.
‘I’m okay’, he replied.
‘No, I insist‘, she replied and poured him wine, ‘everyone deserves a break’.
He accepted the wine and sipped as they got down to business. He tried to keep his eyes off Cynthia’s cleavage. She smiled knowing the effect she was having on him. She excused herself while Tobi dropped the drink. This drink wan put me for wahala, he thought composing himself but what he saw next stunned him.
Cynthia was now in a revealing lingerie. Tobi practically drooled.
She seized that moment to walk towards him. He tried talking some sense into her but she was already kissing him and he found himself responding. His brain was shut; no thought came to mind. She had planned it well. They tore at each other hungrily and his shirt was off in few seconds. She was driving him crazy and he could not think. The very thing he would never be caught dead doing.
She went for the belt to his jeans when a small bit of sanity came back. He tore away from her. She looked flushed and ready for him on the bed. I can’t do this, he tried to compose himself.
‘I’m dying to have you take me to paradise‘, Cynthia said unhooking her bra. It took all fibre of his being to avoid her.
‘No‘, he said forcefully, ‘this is not right’.
‘Come here joor‘, she pleaded curling herself seductively.
Tobi grabbed his shirt and fled the room leaving behind the files. He was aroused but his brain took over and not until he got home did he relax. Tension was oozing all over him.
‘That was a close call’, he thought, ‘na God save me’.
He thought all was over until he got to the office and the files he was supposed to tender at the board meeting were missing. He was relaxed since he remembered dropping the files with Cynthia. But he got a shocker. She denied seeing the file.
‘MD, abeg no play o‘, Tobi said to Cynthia with plea, ‘that file is worth a lot’.
‘I know, that’s why you have to produce it‘, she feigned ignorance of ever seeing the file. She was acting strangely.
Just then Mr Alabi entered with some men.
‘Tobi, you have disappointed me‘, he said, ‘I trusted you. Arrest this man’.
‘What?’, Tobi was dumbfounded, ‘is this a joke?’.
‘You’re under arrest for attempted rape and also for manipulation of company’s digits‘, one of the men said. He was shocked.
‘Rape? Wait wait’, he said trying to act calm, ‘I’ll prove that this is a big joke. The files are with her for proof‘. Everything was going too fast; spiralling out of control.
He was whizzed to the station and his plea fell on deaf ears. Hotel attendants testified that they saw him leave the hotel room without his shirt. In just a day; his life went from grace to grass. He was charged to court and everything he owned was stripped from him.
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‘I’m practically a destitute’, he whispered, ‘Lord why’. He could not fight the tears. He wished he had declined that glass of wine or avoided even going to the room in the first place. He sighed. When did i become a biblical Joseph that I’m accused of rape?, he mused sarcastically. Nobody wanted to employ an ex-convict, even his family members did not believe him. He wished his parents were alive or that he had siblings. Nobody to talk to. He had never felt this lonely in his life
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A prophecy Foretold;
A claim outrageously Bold,
A story that doesn't seem to get Old,
It says and I Quote:
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...he shall send them a Saviour,
Also describes him as a great One,
And he shall deliver them All.
A prophecy so Strong;
Emmanuel; he was to be Called
GOD with Us!!!
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He's the reason for this Season
He gave this life a Meaning;
Doubting? Better Believe it.
Let's celebrate Him.
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12 days of Christmas,
A time for the kids to visit Santa,
A time to share chicken and Ofada.
And a time to look to the skies, smile and say:
Thanks for a promise kept; Father
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More: www.realyans.

This ain’t no poem;
This is pure Exaltation.
To praise God, I need no Consultation.
And like a priest,
I’m gonna make some Benediction.
Sit back, relax;
All I need is your Attention.
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Now that I’ve got it,
Let me give y’all rhymes so Divine.
My world is my Pride.
But that’s infinitesimal;
Because God is my Life.
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Like a son so Prodigal,
I go Astray.
And like a woman in Labour,
All I feel is Pain.
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I find my way to his Sanctuary,
Because I’m grief-Stricken.
Rather than stay down Weeping,
I’ll praise God with what I was Given; my Skills.
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Precise and Short?
I wish I could compose a Song.
Even with numerous Tongues,
Praising him ain’t Enough.
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for more; visit: www.realyans.
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twitter: @yopeolu peyton84

laykorn:
Welcome evereyone. This the the Nairaland Poets Club Chatroom. Here members and non-members are free to ask questions,post poems and discuss poetry. Membership registrations will be done here also and class schedules will also be updated here. Thanks.
Ayamlaykorn

ASPHYXIATION- I'M CHOKING
It’s tearing me apart like a Lion
Stuck in my own Albion,
I’m choking; all I see is Riots.
Who’s gonna take us to Zion?
Kids being killed and women turned Widows.
Iraq and Hamas; Israel synonym with Sorrow.
Peace; none to even Borrow
I’m choking; dear Lord, oh no!
Chaos is the order of the Day,
I’m choking, I don’t know what to Say.
After the tunnel, there must be a Ray.
Presently that seems far Away.
I’m choking; Asphyxia
New killer on the block; Ebola
Panic all over West Africa,
Tears in my eyes, I Ask
God; where hath Thou?
I’m choking; please let me Out
So much pain, I want to get it Out
Words forming in my tongue; no Sound.
I’m choking; Asphyxiation
No shoulder for Consolation.
I’m choking;
This is a call of Desperation.

*dedicated to those kids in iraq, Nigeria, hamas and israel..collateral damage; stuck in a war they know nothing of. Abducted, raped, slaughtered.I’m choking!

Twitter: @yopeolu

NobleAky:
Is the fere on Nairaland? Or are u the fere?

I dey find am sef. Maybe make we google am....lol

Dust was building up. Everybody were gathering at the village square to listen to ‘Fere’ speak. (In my language, ‘Fere’ means Whistle). Fere was revered in my small village because of his words; divine words. Word on the street is that the message he got from the gods, often, made him lose his sanity. I’ve never seen a madman given audience like that before even when we watch football from the only television in our king’s palace. His topic depends on his mood.
His laugh echoed in the now quiet square. The madman danced to an unknown beat; beat only he could hear. He stopped abruptly, took a stick and wrote on the floor. Only the gods could read it. Fere laughed out and gave a loud whistle; justifying his name.
‘Them don com again’, he spoke to no one in particular. The silence was deafening.
It was like a story or poem; we do not know which. It could have been a parable. It’s just nonsense, my father would say. But that never stopped us from going to hear from Fere’s pot of wisdom. His words were mesmerizing.

She enter your house, you no know…… (laughs)….she waka waka….you don sleep…… (more laughter)……she scatter everytin wey dey house; u dey cry……

Fere laughed and danced away for some minutes while we all tried to figure out what he was saying. The village women whispered among themselves. The madman stopped abruptly and there was silence like a graveyard.

‘Your pikin carry her for chest, hide am well well….nobody know….she turn him head; he hide am…… (more laughter)……mama too busy dey cook, she no see……papa dey farm, he too no see…….

Fere’s tone changed. He started singing a sorrowful song and bent down to write. Nobody bothered to check what he was writing because we wouldn’t understand.

‘Pikin no fit sleep, she dey him mind… (Fere cried).pikin hold wetin nobody know; …

We were confused. Was he talking about love? Who was he referring to? Mama could not answer my question; even papa was interested.

‘Pikin begin dey sick. ……dem say na ‘iba’ (malaria)…..dem carry agbo (herbs) give am…….pikin dey cry; dem giv am eran (meat)……..(the madman laughed like he was making fun of his own stupidity)…..them call ifa, ifa no answer……dem call priest, dem no see am……hhaha…

Fere danced like he was being possessed by the spirits. He jumped up and down and I wondered if he was a dancer when he was sane. We were all transfixed by the madman like we were jobless. We wanted to solve the riddle but we were confused.

‘Ifa say na fear dey kill pikin……. (Fere laughed)……fear of wetin?, dem dey look…….pikin dey shake; pikin no fit talk…….ifa say until pikin talk’……mama try, papa sweat……(Fere cried out)……..pikin no talk……pikin hide her…..wetin pikin hide’……mama fight papa, broda fight sister…..house scatter

And the madman stopped. The villagers were confused. Is there no end to the story? They asked themselves. Whispering was loud now. Fere just sat on the floor exhausted. Guess the spirit has left him, I thought.
Then I realised he was not telling a story. It was a puzzle; a riddle. And I sat down long after most people left. Dad sat too obviously deep in thought.
‘Fere was not referring to a lady or love’, my father said.
‘I know’, I replied truthfully.

What could be so strong that it’ll bring a whole house down?That can sneak into a home unawares…help me out!!!.Fere needs an answer.

The answer: www.realyans./2014/07/18/and-the-answer-is-secret/

Part 2: www.realyans./2014/09/23/rumblings-of-a-madman-2/

Dust was building up. Everybody were gathering at the village square to listen to ‘Fere’ speak. (In my language, ‘Fere’ means Whistle). Fere was revered in my small village because of his words; divine words. Word on the street is that the message he got from the gods, often, made him lose his sanity. I’ve never seen a madman given audience like that before even when we watch football from the only television in our king’s palace. His topic depends on his mood.
His laugh echoed in the now quiet square. The madman danced to an unknown beat; beat only he could hear. He stopped abruptly, took a stick and wrote on the floor. Only the gods could read it. Fere laughed out and gave a loud whistle; justifying his name.
‘Them don com again’, he spoke to no one in particular. The silence was deafening.
It was like a story or poem; we do not know which. It could have been a parable. It’s just nonsense, my father would say. But that never stopped us from going to hear from Fere’s pot of wisdom. His words were mesmerizing.

She enter your house, you no know…… (laughs)….she waka waka….you don sleep…… (more laughter)……she scatter everytin wey dey house; u dey cry……

Fere laughed and danced away for some minutes while we all tried to figure out what he was saying. The village women whispered among themselves. The madman stopped abruptly and there was silence like a graveyard.

‘Your pikin carry her for chest, hide am well well….nobody know….she turn him head; he hide am…… (more laughter)……mama too busy dey cook, she no see……papa dey farm, he too no see…….

Fere’s tone changed. He started singing a sorrowful song and bent down to write. Nobody bothered to check what he was writing because we wouldn’t understand.

‘Pikin no fit sleep, she dey him mind….. (Fere cried)…….pikin hold wetin nobody know; ……….

We were confused. Was he talking about love? Who was he referring to? Mama could not answer my question; even papa was interested.

‘Pikin begin dey sick. ……dem say na ‘iba’ (malaria)…..dem carry agbo (herbs) give am…….pikin dey cry; dem giv am eran (meat)……..(the madman laughed like he was making fun of his own stupidity)…..them call ifa, ifa no answer……dem call priest, dem no see am……hhahaha…

Fere danced like he was being possessed by the spirits. He jumped up and down and I wondered if he was a dancer when he was sane. We were all transfixed by the madman like we were jobless. We wanted to solve the riddle but we were confused.

‘Ifa say na fear dey kill pikin……. (Fere laughed)……fear of wetin?, dem dey look…….pikin dey shake; pikin no fit talk…….ifa say until pikin talk’……mama try, papa sweat……(Fere cried out)……..pikin no talk……pikin hide her…..wetin pikin hide’……mama fight papa, broda fight sister…..house scatter…..

And the madman stopped. The villagers were confused. Is there no end to the story? They asked themselves. Whispering was loud now. Fere just sat on the floor exhausted. Guess the spirit has left him, I thought.
Then I realised he was not telling a story. It was a puzzle; a riddle. And I sat down long after most people left. Dad sat too obviously deep in thought.
‘Fere was not referring to a lady or love’, my father said.
‘I know’, I replied truthfully.

What could be so strong that it’ll bring a whole house down?That can sneak into a home unawares………help me out!!!……Fere needs an answer.

The answer: www.realyans./2014/07/18/and-the-answer-is-secret/

Part 2: www.realyans./2014/09/23/rumblings-of-a-madman-2/

The Convict
For someone who grew up idolizing the heroes in comics; Batman, Superman, Spiderman and the likes; Tobi wondered how he ended up a villain, the exact opposite of his dream. He drank the cup of beer in front of him. His life flashed before him and he could feel tears fighting to make its way down his face but he fought it back. He remembered just like yesterday.
A playboy to the core; different girls graced his bed often and he could never be caught dead with just anyone. Ladies from wealthy parents and beauties were at his beck and call. Tobi was quite handsome, a smooth talker and had a good job too; traits that attracted the ladies like bees. He was quite principled and never went beyond his limit. He never dated his friend’s girls or ex-girlfriends, no married woman could sway him. He was respected for that.
Life was going so well until he met her. The lady behind his predicament; the cause of his pain. He took a sip of his beer and ordered another bottle. He reminisced about how it all went from good to bad, from grace to grass. Cynthia; that was her name. She had walked into a party, organised by his boss, and had captured everybody’s attention. She had a body of a goddess if you can call it that; a sumptuous bust and hips to match. A body that would give Toolz a run for her money, he thought. She had swayed provocatively, aware of the stares, towards his boss. He knew she was trouble from that moment.
‘And I’ll like to honour someone‘, his boss said drawing everyone’s attention, ‘who has been dedicated to the company‘. Everybody whispered looking at each other.
Everyone including Tobi listened as Mr Alabi, his boss, sang the ‘unknown’ person’s praise.
‘Mr Tobi Kehinde, please step forward‘, his boss said looking straight at him. He almost did not hear his name. He had shock written all over him. People applauded as he made his way to the front.
‘On behalf of my family and I, I present this car key to you‘, Mr Alabi said. Tobi could not believe his ears. It felt like a dream.
He got a lot of hugs and pat on the back for a job well done. He felt on top of the world. Hard work and honesty had brought him that far.
‘Congrats‘, a sweet voice said behind him. Tobi turned to acknowledge the person and behold it was the cynosure of all eyes.
‘Thanks, I appreciate‘, and he stretched his hands to her but she opted for a hug instead. He felt awkward but he composed himself.
‘You smell good’, she said and he could swear that he blushed. Did she just flirt with me, he thought.
‘You guys have met’, Mr Alabi joined them, ‘Tobi, meet Cynthia Uju who will be the Managing Director of the company and my wife‘. That shocked him because they all knew Mrs Alabi. Rumour had it that they had divorced. Guess it’s true then, Tobi mused.
‘You are welcome ma‘, he said hiding his surprise. They talked for few minutes and everybody departed. He had noticed the way Cynthia was looking at him but he pushed the thought off thinking it was just the alcohol playing tricks on him.
Life under his new MD started with no issues. He was beginning to like the way she handled the business side of things. Their working relationship was devoid of drama albeit for careless touches here and there from her but he did not read too much meaning into it.
‘Let’s meet at the company’s hotel later in the day‘, Cynthia informed Tobi after the day’s job, ‘and bring along that file with you‘.
‘Okay ma’, he replied, ‘what of the other file‘.
‘Do bring it along’, she replied and departed; swaying seductively all the way. Something erotic sneaked into his mind but he brushed it off. He planned to ring one of his babes to release the pent up sexual tension in his body. Office duty first, he thought sadly and made his way home.
Later in the day, he made his way into the hotel. He was simply dressed; a red Polo shirt on blue jeans. He made his way to the executive lounge where he suspected she would be. A waiter directed him to the room. He felt uneasy but since business had been transacted in the hotel many times, he let his fears go.
‘Come in’, Cynthia answered as he knocked. He walked in to an atmosphere that does not exactly describe ‘business’. He took his seat by the bed cautious of his environment. ‘Wanted’ by Tiwa Savage was playing on the stereo.
‘Welcome’, Cynthia said looking at him seductively.
‘These are the files you requested for‘, he said in his business voice.
‘What drink should I offer you?’, she said oblivious to what he was saying.
‘I’m okay’, he replied.
‘No, I insist‘, she replied and poured him wine, ‘everyone deserves a break’.
He accepted the wine and sipped as they got down to business. He tried to keep his eyes off Cynthia’s cleavage. She smiled knowing the effect she was having on him. She excused herself while Tobi dropped the drink. This drink wan put me for wahala, he thought composing himself but what he saw next stunned him.
Cynthia was now in a revealing lingerie. Tobi practically drooled.
She seized that moment to walk towards him. He tried talking some sense into her but she was already kissing him and he found himself responding. His brain was shut; no thought came to mind. She had planned it well. They tore at each other hungrily and his shirt was off in few seconds. She was driving him crazy and he could not think. The very thing he would never be caught dead doing.
She went for the belt to his jeans when a small bit of sanity came back. He tore away from her. She looked flushed and ready for him on the bed. I can’t do this, he tried to compose himself.
‘I’m dying to have you take me to paradise‘, Cynthia said unhooking her bra. It took all fibre of his being to avoid her.
‘No‘, he said forcefully, ‘this is not right’.
‘Come here joor‘, she pleaded curling herself seductively.
Tobi grabbed his shirt and fled the room leaving behind the files. He was aroused but his brain took over and not until he got home did he relax. Tension was oozing all over him.
‘That was a close call’, he thought, ‘na God save me’.
He thought all was over until he got to the office and the files he was supposed to tender at the board meeting were missing. He was relaxed since he remembered dropping the files with Cynthia. But he got a shocker. She denied seeing the file.
‘MD, abeg no play o‘, Tobi said to Cynthia with plea, ‘that file is worth a lot’.
‘I know, that’s why you have to produce it‘, she feigned ignorance of ever seeing the file. She was acting strangely.
Just then Mr Alabi entered with some men.
‘Tobi, you have disappointed me‘, he said, ‘I trusted you. Arrest this man’.
‘What?’, Tobi was dumbfounded, ‘is this a joke?’.
‘You’re under arrest for attempted rape and also for manipulation of company’s digits‘, one of the men said. He was shocked.
‘Rape? Wait wait’, he said trying to act calm, ‘I’ll prove that this is a big joke. The files are with her for proof‘. Everything was going too fast; spiralling out of control.
He was whizzed to the station and his plea fell on deaf ears. Hotel attendants testified that they saw him leave the hotel room without his shirt. In just a day; his life went from grace to grass. He was charged to court and everything he owned was stripped from him.


The links: www.realyans./2014/10/01/the-convict-the-broken-and-the-storyteller-links-to-the-part/

Twitter: @yopeolu

Simon was having a drink in a bar, with a smile of satisfaction on his lips, thinking about his new conquest. A babe he left in her room sleeping after a night of sexual satisfaction.He remembered her moans.Just a random girl he met; one of so many. He never got attached; never.
At that same time, Nonye walked into the bar. She was exhausted after a night of crying her eyes out. She ordered a shot of vodka. I’m going to have more of this, she thought. She was drained of love;offered all she had except for her virtue.She’d have lost all if she had given herself up for her boyfriend’s satisfaction. She was on the 3rd shot now.Suddenly, she had a devilish plan. She looked around the bar to scan the men there. Some were busy watching a football match, others were just enjoying their drinks, drinking and having fun (that tore at her; she wanted happiness).But a man caught her attention.
He was there smiling; maybe at a memory he had. Maybe about his girlfriend, she thought.That made her heart break more. She downed the 5th shot; a drop of tears escaped from her eyes. She wiped it off instantly.
Simon saw the tears and the way the woman across him quickly wiped it off. What could be wrong with a lady as beautiful as the angel, he thought. He cleared the thought from his mind. He wasn’t one to get sentimental with a woman. He saw the lady stand and walk confidently towards him.
ummm

Continue on : www.realyans./2014/04/30/troubled-series-links-to-the-parts/

Twitter: @yopeolu

‘Who is your source?’, Ghost said aiming his gun at Rahman’s head; ready to pull the trigger. Rahman said his last prayer...CBS episode 7 is out
www.realyans./2014/10/01/the-convict-the-broken-and-the-storyteller-links-to-the-part/ xclusively from yomi.

He looked into eyes as deadly as a vampire . He stared at the eyes of a stone cold killer.=)) *wicked laff*.....it's CBS baby...Google and enjoy.......Got more real...Movie like story....
@yopeolu

All it takes is meeting the right guy; especially meeting him in a bar and having sex on the first night. Or not? Read, enjoy and share....expect the movie soon... www.realyans./2014/04/30/troubled-series-links-to-the-parts/

sorry for the delay. Episode 4 is out finally; 3 guys from 3 different tribes trying to define their lives. xclusively from yomi \=D/ www.realyans./2014/10/01/the-convict-the-broken-and-the-storyteller-links-to-the-part/