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i have a movie script . it is unique in nigerian movie industry: it deals with the issue of workplace enslavement of Nigerians by Asians in Nigeria. Any interested person (s) can contact me on this forum or at begunatoye@yahoo.com.I can send excerpts of my work to interested person(s).

i felt so helpless remembering my once carefree life in the watery deep, how i swam and jumped from one place to another.. Now i was restricted. I felt cornered. Wicked and heartless people. My stomach began to rumble as I felt severe thirst and hunger. I thought of what to do, not long, an idea flickered in my mind. I yelled, kicking angrily.

Two rough hands grabbed me and lifted me up. Then it seemed to pass me to another another. I must confess, it was soothing.. For the first time, I was looking at a face without mask. I could not help noticing the care in the face, there was a serenity on the face that calmed me. she drew me closer to her upper body. I felt a slight tingle in my flesh. It was a funny kind of feeling, i did not want the feeling to stop as she drew me closer. I began to feel relaxed. I jerked my head back a little as she moved a swollen part of her upper body towards my mouth. I cannot explain my next action but i simply latched on to the tip and sucked hungrily. Oh my God. The sweetest juice I have ever taken in my mouth flowed in a rush. It was so tasty. I found myself having special feelings towards her. Maybe she was the goddess of the watery deep.I counted myself lucky, I am out but not down. I will miss my eventful days in the watery depth. I stole a glance at her between swallows, she was smiling, her smile warmed my heart. the dry world is not so dry after all.

the title of the essay is ,The role of pets in Human health. the word length is 2000.it can be sent as a word document attachment to visitpetking@yahoo.com, or as snail mail to petking vet clinic ,89, ago palace way, vulcanizer bus stop, okota. Entry closes on july 12.

There is an essay competition advertised by the Punch on may 27,2009.It has a prize money of 70000 naira, one year free membership of british council and 1000 naira entry fee.

what would you like to be, a best selling author or a literary writer

WHERE – WHY – WHAT
Where will I plant a rose that it does not wither?
I caught goat-weed writhing in the fire of the sun;
Our home and field are ailing
From spillages and gases trailing;
Insistently, I tugged at mother.
‘Child you worry so much ‘bout eternity;
Life is with restraint,
But death is without.
We may go where we will and death will be there.’

Our city-bound train was packed,
Laughing nosily at passengers over him struggling.
People battled in madly and battled out trembling – 
At every pull up, every stop.
I poked my nose out of the window
To breathe.
 
Cold air blows blew blowing
Blowing till the blue cloud-sky turned dark
I gripped mother’s palm rocking her a little and more
Hakuna, she whispered, hakuna hakuna  …
It may not rain after all;
The almond trees had been overgrown with red hairs –
December’s tolling!
Where – why – what would it turned this
And litter the earth?
Season! Son – Spring, Summer and Winter – 
Know it!
I’m still a child and I know it
Mother will winter.
A nurse told me she’s old enough to sleep
Alone
But I sorely feel she should tell me   
A moonlight tale before bed tonight,
A lullaby before my eyes closed.
I plucked off the petals of my rose
And threw them out of the window …
A blooming goat-weed is better
Than a withered rose.
Ah, see! the goat-weed has drank a portion of the rain
Baring its green teeth to the sun.
 
I got home and found the peasant;
Hungry and puzzled at his thirteen-year old lad;
Asking me the question I had longed to asked him:
Where’s your Mama?
And followed it with frantic What?!
I was silent.
He was shy.
The emptying central-question:
Why?
Remains unresolved.