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Divepen1:
Others 1. Reader/Commenter - Top 5
2. Top 3 Writer's Help: these set make it their duty to teach about Writing.
3. Legend of all times
4.. Honorary Award
a. Best Nigerian Author b. Best Past Moderator c. Past Nairaland Writer
5.. Article Writer: this people drop random articles on different issues.

1. Queenitee, Germaphobe
2. Stevebright 3. Larrysun
4. a. Nnedi Okafor b. Cuddlemii c. Repogirl
5. Naptu2...

Divepen1:
Others
1. Reader/Commenter - Top 5
2. Top 3 Writer's Help: these set make it their duty to teach about Writing.
3. Legend of all times
4.. Honorary Award- ( Best Nigerian Author, Best Past Moderator, Past Nairaland Writer)
5.. Article Writer: this people drop random articles on different issues.

1. Reader/Commenter - Top 5
Queenitee
Honorable356
Kingphilip
Missmossy
Ikombe


2. Top 3 Writer's Help:
Topwritersden
Writertain
Stevenbright

3. Legend of all times
:
Larrysun

4.. Honorary Award-
Best Nigerian Author: Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
Best Past Moderator: Humbledbygrace
Past Writer: Royver

5.. Article Writer:
Johnspeak4U

Divepen1:
Novels

1. Romance
2. Thriller/Mysteries - Detective, Crime etc
3. Horror
4. Comedy
5. Magical/Fantasy
6. Most Consistent
Novelist

1. Romance
- Bibijay123

2. Thriller/Mysteries - Detective, Crime etc
- Larrysun

3. Horrors- Chukswrite

4. Comedy- Classcaptain

5. Magical/Fantasy- Abelosas222

6. Most Consistent
Novelist- Bibijay123

Dz is a rily sad tale..

Hmm... so painful.. weldon

Divepen1 Ds is a rlly gud one. kp it up

Finaly av met up at u. following like die.

now dtz why I want to m8k it in lyf. even if a poor man write d same thing this newspepa wont feature it o

funny ones.. lol

Divepen1, you know I'm one of your fans.
I need to write an open letter to you so that others would help me check this out .. I'm an ardent reader but I can't follow a feminist...
I should have written it in your post but I need others to answer

Take a look a ur story...
The Unknown Shadows

https://www.nairaland.com/2335181/unknown-shadows-akintayo-akinjide-divepen


You gave Chioma and Rachael power so much that I wondered if you are advocating for women t be more powerful than men ...
in Your previous stories, L. U.T.T
you also gave the ladies so much power and even advocated that women should be allowed to sell illegal babies...
in your tugril- The underground room in the library were u saying that Grace our ladies should start learning how to beat men.

please literature lander.. I need this reply to know if I should UN follow him .

Kitme:
Most time, it's fun to start afresh. and i get bored easily.

you go soon delete this one too

Iolite:
Lol. Just two years . Its always happening to me (not the fat) at GTB, because of the young, tired and no make up passport I used in opening the account.

Serious bank wahala...
Mod FP nah...
Tag: Ishilove, Humbledbygrace, Obinnau

Ahhhahhah
lol

Ahhhahhah
lol

If name me I no go tell am oo

Wow...Wow...
Divepen you are the boss..
Why is this place dry?
This story is something else.
Who is killing people?
Who is threatening Grace?
Abeg next update.

,Drenched in the chilling cold, Vincent kept on moving in the rain as he trekked in the mud of Majidun road.
' Hello,' he said, as he picked his phone which had rung five times before,' Darling, I will be home soon'. He used his hand to shield himself from the rain as the wind of the heavy rain rushed towards him.
' Where are you?', his wife asked, almost shouting over the phone,' it 11:00pm ooo'.
' I know... I know... I will be there soon', he answered with a quivering voice as he was shaking internally, his belly yearning desperately for a hot, liquid and sweet substance.
' I know..', he said again as his wife disconnected the call.
Vincent had left home since morning with the hope of meeting Chief Ebuka, his helper. He wanted to plead with him to give him a little money for his daughter's school fee but Chief Ebuka did not return till 8.30pm when the rain started. And he had to hide somewhere till 10.00pm but when the rain did not stop, he left for his house, and now he just want to get home, wrap himself in the arms of his always-loving wife, and to feel the hug of his beloved beautiful daughter,and then he should share a hot cup of Lipton with his family.
' Help', a frail voice filtered in through the heavy, and fierce rain.
He must have heard wrong, the wind that splashed on his thick skin made him hurry through the rain. He was shaking vigorously as the cold wind rushed at his chest beneath his wet shirt.
' Help', the frail voice cried again.
Vincent was sure he heard the voice, so he stood still and the cry came again, jolting him and making his run towards the place the voice was coming from: the canal.
Without thinking of the consequences, he ran towards a car that was slipping into the canal, though it was still dangling near the canal. Vincent ran towards it and saw a lady trying to come out of the car, but was afraid to do so because to do so would means falling with the car.
Into the canal.
Vincent held on to the slippery side of the boot of the car.
' Come to the rear', he shouted at the lady who was looking at him as if she was dreaming, making him wonder if she could not hear him as the rain and the wind beat him; however, she started moving as he prepared himself to shout again.
She opened the door and jumped out. And almost immediately, the car jolted forward and crashed, headfirst into the canal, almost pulling Vincent with him.
' Thank you', the lady said and fainted.
' What?!' Vincent shouted as he picked her, and raced for the nearest hospital.
The hours that followed saw him sleeping in the hospital, and later explaining to her family what had happened. And he later began to walk with the rich father of the girl. And he was able to pay his daughter's school fees.,