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Hello all,

This is saying, Happy good days in this month of July everyone on Nairaland. I have a blockbuster movie script on sale: the kind you have never seen from Nigerian producers before. attached is the synopsis plus a few scenes. enjoy and contact me on wiseheadsgalaxy@yahoo.com


MARATHON MADNESS


SYNOPSIS
Max is Angela’s girlfriend, Fola is Raji’s girlfriend; Max was a former university Axe man but now refined
living a corporate live in Lagos;
Raji is a ghetto kingpin, still holding sway in his own neighborhood
But faith brought them together, one on the advantage, and the other on disadvantage; one day the
society breathed it’s ugliness on Max while driving home with his girlfriend; to make matters worse for
him, out of the blues comes the ghetto kingpin who snatches Max much coveted Tablet and took a bolt.
Would Max the former university cult hard man let go immediately? Thus the chase began: this is the
beginning of MARATHON MADNESS.
FELIX CHIKA-SUNDAY

of

WISEHEADS GALAXY
Ablase with Ideas & Run with Technology
wiseheadsgalaxy@yahoo.com, bloodofjesusinme@yahoo.com
08032606847


SCENE 1: [Prologue] At Ojota: The sun is blazing through glass windows of a very tall building. The powerful reflections seem a bit blinding. But the camera zooms out a little to reveal more about the building and other tall buildings besides it. A symbol of a bank is revealed rotating on one of the buildings. Meanwhile the horns keep blaring and beeping. It’s just around 4pm Tuesday afternoon. The camera finally catches the heavy traffic that has just built up. It seems stand still for all Vehicles. Though the road is very wide with about four lanes on each side of the dual – carriage – way, there seemed to be no movement for the drivers with hawkers having a field day. Maxwell in his late thirties is behind the wheel of a black Honda Jeep: his wife to be, Angela seats nearby. She is around 27 years old.
EXTERIOR: DAY: IN A JEEP, IN A HEAVY HOLD-UP ON THE EXPRESS WAY.
MAX:
[Hits out at the steering wheel]
Shit! This is what I don’t like about this city they call Lagos. Imagine the time we have spent on this hold-up, eh!
ANGELA:
[Checks her wrist watch]
Can you imagine it’s 4 ‘o clock already? Max, we have spent more than one hour!
[She gasps].
MAX:
[Hisses loudly and fumbles out his Samsung galaxy tab].
While he does that a young man about 28 years of age with a black shirt and a papa’s cap; and brown trousers with snickers was increasing his trekking along the side of the long queue towards Maxwell’s stand-still car.
MAX:
[Brings out the galaxy tab before the wheel and put on the device power button]
I better finish my work on this Samsung galaxy tab as nobody knows when one will get home today.
[The menus on the device just show up. As he taps one of the icons, a hand suddenly flashes through his wound-down glass and disappears again but with the Samsung device].

MAX:
What!

ANGELA:
Jesus! Max! It’s a thief!
MAX:
[Pushes open the door swiftly in time to see the running intruder].
Chei! Hei! Thief.
[He makes a pursuit].
Thief!
[He increases his speed]
thief o, catch am
[people didn’t react].
ANGELA:
[Swiftly come out through the other door]
Hei! Thief o, thief o,
[She seems confused whether to join the pursuit or to and protect the car].

RAJI:
Meanwhile the thief RAJI has increased speed as the camera shows him rearranging his papa’s cap and jumps across the by-pass, heading towards a narrow street.] Hnn, hnn, hnn [he pants].

MAX:
[Not letting go] thief, thief, Ole’, Ole’ Catch am, stop am, hole am!

RAJI:
[Slows a bit unzipping his trouser side pocket and puts the Samsung device in, re-zipping simultaneously]
Catch am, catch am
[he mimics, but he lowers his voice to say]
catch fire, your papa,
[he skids with one long leg at reaching the end to a door that’s opened on his left side].
Two ladies at the opposite end hurriedly rush into another door and slam it.

MAX:
[Keeps running as RAJI takes the opened door way]
Thief, thief, hole am, catch am.
[He runs into the door too]. …Exit

SCENE 2:
EXTERIOR: DAY: THE HOLD-UP STILL ON THE EXPRESSWAY.
Meanwhile the traffic has started moving and cars horn and hoot vociferously at Max’s car; with anger and frustration Angela rushes back to the jeep.

ANGELA:
Oh God!
[She discovers the key still in the ignition]
What kind of thing is this? Eh! What kind of thing is this?
[She turns it on, maneuvering little by little].

DRIVER1:
Pon, pon, pon
[he hoots at her]
Commot am for road jare! See him head
[he snarls at her, jerking his head out of the window].


ANGELA:
[Manages incompetently like a secondary school girl]
Please, sorry I am trying
[she breathes high]
I don’t know how to drive this thing.

DRIVER1:
Sho! See as he dey do hand; commot this thing for road jare!
[Swerves carefully and pulls out]
Non-se-n-se!

ANGELA:
Ah!
[she turns at the man]
You too, non-s-e-n-se! Yeye man,
[she spit back at him].

DRIVER2:
[Follows through, blaring his horn to the highest volume]
Witch! You wan carry your bad luck take share another person blood? E no go work for you! O-d—e!
[He zooms past].

ANGELA:
Me?
[As she turns around again with flustered eyes]
You call me a wi…
[she was interrupted]

DRIVER3:
Shut up there! Yeye fowl!

DRIVER3’s LADY PASSENGER:
Everyday na enjoyment; today na re-ality, omo chop, chop.
[The car zooms past]
Idiot!

ANGELA: Chei!
[She seems about to break up] What is this? Oh!

PASSENGER 4 OF DRIVER 4:
[Pushes open his big dark eye glass]
Na life; omo enjoyment: yeye fowl.
ANGELA:
[Sobs]
Oh God, why me?
[Tears flow down her cheeks]
I don’t even know where Max has run to.
[she weeps].

PASSENGER 5 OF DRIVER 5:
You dey cry? Ah, sisi; pele o, the rich also cry.
[he mocks with Yoruba intonation].

ANGELA:
[The tears now flow increasingly]
Oh I am finished
[she maneuvers the car to a safer position and cries more with her head on the steering wheel].
This is too much for me to bear.
[The vehicles increasingly horn and pass by…]




SCENE 3:
EXTERIOR: DAY: ON THE DECKED ROOF OF A 2 STORY BUILDING.
Meanwhile, the young thief has reached the decked roof of the building searching for a way of escape.
RAJI:
Chei,
[he looks frantically left, right, north and south]
wetin I go do? Where I go follow? He runs to a side: it was open and below is a street; he runs to another end, below which is open and is far from the nearest building.

MAX:
[Meanwhile MAX is skating murderously up the staircase]
you don die today, I will kill you toda--y
[he charges his teeth voraciously].

RAJI:
[Tries to run back to the staircase only to see max charging upwards towards him].
Chei, God help me,
[God help me]
He runs to another direction.

MAX:
[Bumps up on the roof]
Yaah! You don die today. You don d-i-e
[he charges towards the restless thief].

RAJI:
[Sees the danger and runs towards the only edge he is yet to examine]
A-a---h!
[his heart pants profusely. As he reaches the edge, he notices that there is another but lower storey building nearby and the gap is narrow. His eyes lit up with excitement.]
Yes,
[he breathes]
yes, I go fit.

MAX:
[Picks up a stick nearby and rushes with a square aim]
Di---e! You thi—e-f.

RAJI:
For where?
[He braces quickly and hauls himself out of the roof to the oncoming assailant’s dis-belief].

MAX:
What!
[He skids to an automatic halt at the edge of the building top].

RAJI:
[Lands safely on the lower roof, turns around and sneers at the pursuant above, with his tongue fully out and his ten fingers all pointing up and outwards]
Ye—ah! W-a-ka! You wan catch me? Na me you wan catch? Eh? You no know my name? Na me be Razor. All my runs are razor sharp
[he couldn’t finish the statement as he noticed MAX hauling himself in the air with a wood in his hand towards him]
S-e-e w-a-h-a-l-a o
[he bolts towards an end: luckily for him a truck was passing below nearby and he knew he could jump on it successfully].

MAX:
I say you don die today
[He charges again towards the thief].

RAJI:
For where?
[He jumps down again and successfully, lands on the container part of the truck, exactly at the tail of the vehicle.]

MAX:
Chai, ch—a—i
[he bites his lip. Not knowing what to do again as he couldn’t jump this time because the truck has passed a measurable distance, he takes an aim with the stick. It lands close to the fugitive but that was all].
Kei
[he snorts. God go punish you, punish your papa, your mama and to your third generation,
[he demonstrates with his hands].

RAJI:
[Laughs selfishly]
Ha, ha, I am the winner! You wan try razor?
[He hits himself on the chest. He turns around, bends low, his buttocks facing Max. He pulls down his trousers revealing his boxers on which there is an inscription “KISS HERE”. He uses it to taunt the perplexed Max while the truck continues moving away.]



…Continued in the complete version



Conceived and Scripted
By
Felix Chika-Sunday
of
Wiseheads Galaxy
Wiseheadsgalaxy@yahoo.com
bloodofjesusinme@yahoo.com
08032606847

Seun: CHyna, how much is your script? I'm also looking for stories to convert into novel form?

diddy4: 200,000 naira for a script?!?! I'd prefer to write it myself. It can't take more than 2-4 weeks!

I like your idea just like mine...

Chyna: I do ve a script i ve bn keeping for some time. Though its not yet in dialogue form still like a novel. It is sumthing you ve never seen before, but i want to know how much you can pay for it.
How can you be reached?
Cheerio

If you need a script writer for you good story I am the script writer. Call me 08032606847

shadowfax: Do you have an intelligent filmscript that is good enough for Nollywood? Contact me ASAP.

I have 5 movie scripts already and I just started writing the 6th one. How do we meet? this my number:08032606847. I am most in Ikeja Monday to friday.

Cuddlemii: Oh, there was a first and second?
Why don't you compile all the short series into a thread.
Creating a thread for every short post or update seems disorganized and stressful.
It means if the series are up to 20, then we have to go through 20 threads? Ha!
People will loose interest traveling back and forth just to read short posts.
Please, look at other stories on this section and observe them.
Thanks.

Don't worry, everything has purpose. Goldfish is for some people and they will strive to get it.
Thanks.

...Continued from series 1 & 2 posted some days earlier.

Hnm, hnm, hnm, hnm, I have not finished bearing your demise: look at what your children has just done! They have just given me a bitter pill that I cannot chew nor swallow alone! No mother can bear this, Derrick. Which mother on this earth can bear this consuming and better-wished-or-dreamed misfortune? No good mother! No good mother at all!

This is a bombshell! The sacred dish has been broken; and the sacred viper is now let loose. Who will bail me out of this debacle? Who will bail me? Derrick, my Derrick! Trouble has put on mini-skirt. Derrick I am finished.

It is better I joined you and leave these children alone to rot in this shame all the rest of their cursed lives! Yes, it is better I joined you! Yes, it would be an easy payment of the debt of nature; just fifty tablets of Paracetamol, or one small bottle of KILL IT ALL, and I wouldn’t even know that I have kicked the bucket, and lo, I would be beside you again to continue in the savory of the glory of our intimate live whose introduction we only tasted before those boys wey thunder go fire their head and nyansh just came to spoil it all.



...To be continued

serahsadeiyare: Synopsis:

She was posted to Abuja for her NYSC programme. Circumstances beyond her control made her to desert the capital city. She started afresh in Lagos but the ghost of her past returned to haunt her.

Good,but it would have been better to put her name at the beginning or at the ending. you can call if you don't understand.

He had said that he didn’t mind staying at home that day that something tells him that he should stay at home. I am this type that doesn’t give a damn about superstitions, having been partly trained in London; a mass comm. graduate with 2nd class upper, very beautiful, well endowed and also love to stand on my ground, I hope you will understand.

So I had urged him to be a man and move on to earn a living; and reluctantly, oh my God it still hurts me, he went. Do you know that his body was put into a white ambulance that Godforsaken day? Ei! My Derrick! What I caused myself! See what I have caused myself! Hun, hun, hun, hun, a---ahhhh! I don di---e.

Hnm, hnm, hnm, hnm, come and see how armed robbers wey their live no go better, come use bullet to scatter my husband Derrick body? Three bullets bore holes in his well endowed chest that I had rubbed and caressed most of the night: very deep holes they were! Another deep hole opened his skull, Oh my world! Oh! Derrick, please forgive me; na me cause am; I for know let you go---o. I for no let you o!


...To be continued

[quote author=Larry-Sun]PROLOGUE

‘Abomination!’ Tortoise bellowed, ‘So much for eating faeces!
Wait until the rest of the village hears what you have done.’ (C.N. Adichie, Purple Hibiscus)

1985.
RMD––Richard Mofe Damijo wasn’t famous in 1985. Neither was Tuface; a mere schoolboy. Agbani Darego haunted no young men’s dreams. Don Jazzy, Terry G., DJ Jimmy Jatt, Keke and D1––their fame was yet to be established in Nigeria.

General Ibrahim M. Babangida was the President of Nigeria in 1985––he overthrew Major General M. Buhari’s government. That same year, Nigeria won the Under 17 Junior World Cup in Japan.

The best-seller among Nigerian novels was Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe (though it was actually first published in 1958).

The movies: The Village Headmaster, Taxi Driver, Mirror in the Sun, Aiye.

The music: Orlando Owoh, Ebenezer Obey, King Sunny Ade, I.K. Dairo, Majek Fashek, Sunny Okosun, Fela Anikulapo Kuti.

It was a different time, a different world.

Nobody knew that a year later, Dele Giwa was going to be murdered by a letter bomb. No prophecy was made that in four years’ time, the great footballer, Samuel Okwaraji, was going to collapse and die on the field of play.

1985. It was the year when Ada Bright was still a beautiful lady of twenty-four.

She was happy, and she believed Samson would be delighted too.

Ada Bright crossed the busy double-lane of Alluta Express road. She was going to her fiancé’s house for the first time––he would really be surprised. She had come to suspect that he didn’t want her to know where he lived; they had been dating each other for almost a year and Ada hadn’t known where her beloved boy-friend resided. Every time she asked him, Samson had always given different unconvincing excuses for not telling her his residential location, and Ada had been left confused––trying everything she could to believe the bad liar, but she could not. At first, she had thought he had been cheating on her but she had overlooked such thought of probable infidelity when, to her amazement three months earlier; he had knelt before her with a ring and proposed marriage to her. She had noticed how he had looked into her eyes with pure innocence and unmasked admiration, and right there she knew Samson had really loved her deeply, this made her ashamed of herself for allowing the thought cross her mind that he was not being entirely faithful with her. She was one of those few ladies who, by instinct or the subconscious mind, knew the guys who really loved them and those who didn’t, in her own case; it had taken her the nuptial ring for the instinct to manifest.

Ada had seen the radiance of true happiness in her boyfriend’s face when she acquiesced to his proposal. Yet, she still felt he was hiding something important from her, something different from her initial suspicion. About two hours earlier, she had cunningly persuaded Obinna, her fiancé’s friend, tell her Samson’s residential address. She had to see her boyfriend today.

She boarded a public transport bus heading for Plateau Way. Jos, which even few of her inhabitants and descendants knew that it is actually bearing the hidden acronym ‘Jesus Our Saviour’, established by the missionaries, had suffered several violent religious clashes between its Muslim and Christian dwellers. It was reported that the original name of the popular city was Gwosh; which was a village situated at the site of her metropolis. The Hausa wrongly pronounced Gwosh as Jos and it had struck since then. Ada sat by the window and decided to pass the time with a book. Books were good companions; you could lose yourself in a book. But it was too much effort to focus on the prints; she found herself reading the same sentence for the third, fourth, fifth time––without the slightest degree of comprehension. Besides, she was bored with vicarious romance. Stories about dangerous love affairs were interesting to read when you yourself had a faulty love affinity with your paramour, but a woman needed more than Barbara Cartland’s gothic romance novels to understand the intricate conundrum surrounding love relationships. She closed the book and returned it into her hand bag. She had plowed through almost the entire oeuvre of Cartland anyway. She looked out the vehicle’s window at the traffic, the people moving on the sidewalks, the shop windows and the blueness of the sky. She watched without interest at a herd of big, fat cattle being driven by a small skinny Fulani boy.

The breeze that whooshed in as the bus gathered momentum felt good on Ada’s body, it was blowing her hair and she made no effort to stop it. Ada knew she was beautiful and she was proud of it. Many a time, she would spend almost an hour in front of the large mirror in her room and carefully check her face and other parts of her body to make sure there was no spot––or pimple to disfigure her perfect countenance. She knew she had a nice face, long black hair, and there was something massive for a man to grab hold of––she always laughed unashamedly at that thought. She had a heavy bosom for a woman of her size. The mirror was Ada Bright’s favourite work of art, and if she had been a bit androgynous she’d have married herself.

She saw him for the first time ten months ago when she was in a night club; he was staring at her. Other men in the club were also staring at her, most of their focus lied on her bristols, but Samson was looking straight into her eyes. Ada had always been brave to face any man staring at her because they never seemed to get their collective pupils off of her two titanic challenges. This particular man was looking straight into her eyes and she found herself feeling uncomfortable. Nobody had looked at her the way this strange man was. She tried to look back at him.

The man had a fine appearance. He was a fine figure of a man: tall, dark, quite heavy around the neck and shoulders, not a tad fat, and with long legs. He had a strong face, clear eyes; his face wasn’t so much as pretty as a celebrity’s, but he possessed that kind of face that appeals to a woman; his face had been so perfect and his eyes so kind that she briefly mistook him for Saint John the Devine, just that this one was dark-skinned. Except for the mouth––that was small and thin, he appeared close to perfect, and she could imagine how he was going to act in bed.

And yet at first he was not the kind of man a woman would look at twice. He had no moustache; his cheeks and chin were so smooth that they seemed never to have known a razor, and his hair was trimmed short–– a clipper probably went over his skull every week. It was as if he wanted to look like a nonentity. She knew that he was a very handsome man and would look sexier if he added more styles to his physique.

She wondered what he would look like undressed. He would have a flat stomach and hair on his nipples, and you would be able to see his ribs because he was slim. Ada found herself doing what men always say they do with sexy-appearing women; she had mentally undressed him.

The man approached her.

“Hi, I’m Samson Oliver. May I know your name?”

My God! He has a deep sweet masculine voice.

“A-D-A” she spelled. “That’s my name.”

“Will you dance with me?” he asked, his hand stretched towards her.

Exactly what I can’t wait to do, she thought.

“Sure.”

“Then let’s dance.”

On the dance floor, Sam wasn’t the only male admiring her undulations because most of the men forgot who they were dancing with when they saw her––her appearance caused several pairs of eyes to sparkle with fornicatory intent. He was also a good dancer, and to have herself in his strong arms, feeling his chest against her own breasts, her hands on his heavy shoulders, his long legs touching hers, gave her a bang she thought she had gotten beyond feeling.

That was how the love story of Ada and Samson started.

Ada had envisaged their first love making occurring at the most expensive suites of Eko Hotels, with beautiful wall paper and a white linen-covered mattress, probably with a view of the sunlight and a beach. But instead, they made love in the backseat of a cosy Volkswagen Beetle and Ada had surprisingly loved it immensely more than any other she had experienced. She had decided that Samson was the man she would marry. She loved him so much that she wore only one kind of panties, an honour to her man. Every pair she owned bore this embroidered phrase on the silky crotch: SAM’S HAVEN. She had stitched the words on the panties herself, with the emblem of a triangle signifying the crocheted ‘Haven’.

Ada got off the bus and carefully checked the address she had written on a small piece of paper. She crossed the road to the other side and beckoned to a taxi driver––a very dark-skinned Hausa man; after haggling over the fare for some time, they struck a considerable bargain and she entered the taxi beside the driver.

Having driven through different junctions and streets, the taxi driver stopped in front of a small building. Samson’s house was a three bedroom semi-detached house in a street of exactly similar houses. This particular area had its houses in close proximity to each other. The tiny front gardens were all being used to grow vegetables. Samson’s apartment, which had its number boldly inscribed on the door, was of a very neat and trim appearance standing in the quiet street. The door was painted brown and the steps were particularly well-whitened, the brass of the knocker and handle gleamed in the afternoon sun.

Ada paid her fare, leaving a generous tip for the driver, and went to the door. She paused for a moment before knocking, and when she knocked, the door was opened almost immediately.

“Ada!” Samson said in an astonished tone, as if he had just met his next door neighbor in the middle of the Sahara Desert. “What are you doing here?”
“Hi sweet,” she greeted. “I wanted to surprise you.”

“How did you know this place? Who gave you this address?”

“Don’t you worry about that, I have more surprises for you. Let’s go inside.” She looked around her, “If I may say, you live in a grand house.”
“You can’t come in now, I’m sorry. You should have informed me before coming here, you know I don’t like surprises. You’ll have to go now; I’ll see you next week.”

Ada was perplexed. She saw it instantly; the change, it worried her. This man she was seeing was not the Samson she knew. “What is happening?”
“I can’t tell you now, I promise to tell you when we see next week, okay? I’m sorry.”

That moment, a little girl of about two years old came to the door from within the house and started tugging at Samson’s hand.
“Hapa––pood!” she slurred.

Ada stepped back. What’s going on here? She looked at the baby––she was a cute fairly complexioned girl, and she possessed that familiar innocence of a little angel. She had a gap where two milk teeth had fallen out from below and new ones were yet to be replaced. Ada looked up questioningly at Samson.

“Who’s she?”

Samson looked away, he could not answer. She realized with awe and disappointment that his solid refusal to talk was as good as a confession. With trembling lips, Ada said softly, “She’s your daughter.”

“It’s not what you think, Ada.”

“Then what is it? Please tell me this girl’s not your child.”

The little girl could not understand why the adults were arguing, she was looking at the two, wondering when the strange woman would leave her daddy alone so that he could come and feed her.

“Answer me, please.” Ada’s voice was shaky now.

“Ada, you know I’ll never do anything to hurt you. I’ll explain everything to you.”

He came forward to hold her but she stepped away from him.

“What do you have to explain anyway?” she asked. “She called you ‘papa’, didn’t she? So, you’re a married man, Sam.” She held her hair firmly with both hands.

She was finding it really hard to believe what she was witnessing. The man she had loved with all her heart, the man she had cherished, adored, worshipped––was a family man. The feeling of disappointment overwhelmed her instantly, she could feel some emotional parts of her evaporating, and another part of her inner body was rendered numb. Disappointment!

Tears began streaming down her cheeks slowly, and then she looked into Samson’s face with anger and said:

“I despise you!” she said with so much vigour that the tendons of her neck stood out.

It’s hard to love, she thought as she walked away, when you know how much love could be taken for granted. Sam was a cheat; he’d cheated on her, he’d done to her what no sane human being should ever do to another. Taking the love another had for you and mocking it, trading the innermost secrets of the manipulated for lies from the manipulator.

She could remember, with sadness, the moments they had both shared––the sweet memories, the exhilarating experience, the love, the care, the laughter, the fun, and so much more. She was still confused, not believing that Sam could so much as betray her trust. But he did.

That was how the love story of Ada and Samson ended.

They never saw each other again.[/quote]Good work and intention, but take this advice you must not put the whole of your hard work online, Dem go thief am o.

[quote author=Mynd_44]130Km/hr

That was the speed he was going at. The windows were rolled down and he was used to the wind blowing against the side of his face with such pressure. Such force, as it tends to clear his face and helps keep him awake.

He enjoyed this part of the journey. Not because there are few vehicles on the road but because the road was good. The road was constructed some months back but it was unlike roads around this side of the world, it was in perfect shape. Perfect for that speed as you don't have to worry about potholes and curves. It just ran straight from one end to another.

The Old Ife road was one of the best roads in the country. The best Micheal knows anyway and this part of the journey from Lagos to Ado-ekiti always excites him as he can ease up and just blaze.

This trip was more satisfying and refreshing because it has been almost 5 months he had driven a bus through here and for a commercial driver, that is torture. Torture not only because he loved this trips but it meant his wife and kid had to depend on the little funds his wife made from her little kiosk for sustainance. But if he had not opened the kiosk for her and stocked it up with goods, it might have been worse.

The reason he stopped driving was simple and very deserving, he had gotten behing the wheels of the bus he was to drive after ingesting a high quantity of alchohol.

The Lagos state Ministry of transportation had banned the sale of all alcoholic drinks in garages and packs and held meetings with the transport unions sensitising them on the dangers of drinking and driving. The unions had agreed with the government and warned it's members not to drink before driving but Micheal was addicted to it.

The woman who sold the local alchoholic brew had come up with a way to hide her drinks and her customers came to her shed in a hidden part of the garage to have a shot or two. Micheal had been one of the visitors there but he did not know that the union and government had laid a trap for him.

He went there one morning as his bus was being boarded and took three shots of his favorite brew and used some sweets to simmer down the smell. But he had been seen by the officials who also disguised as customers. They had pretended like they were operating their phones and taken pictures of him drinking. He strolled out and when his bus was filled, he got into the driver's seat and just as he was about to pull out of the garage, he was arrested.

His Driver's license was seized for three months and even after the three months expired, he could not get anyone to trust him enough to give him a bus to drive. But all that was past now. He was back in the seat he loves so much doing what he loves doing again and what made him happier was that he can provide for his family again.

In the last seat was Ronke. A fresher going for registrations in a new school. She had chose the school in the matriculations because it was far from home. 4 hours from Lagos to be precise and since the state has no airport, there is no risk of her dad or mum jumping on a plane one day and coming to see her. If they will come, they will call her first and tell her ahead.

She loved it because it will allow her do all she wants to do without them monitoring her. She had gone through all previous levels of her education from the house and now, it was getting boring. She hear tales of her friends going to parties and she wishes she can too but her parents will skin her.

She has a curfew of 6pm and anything later is problem even before the curfew, her movements are always monitored as they always ask where she is and who she is with.

When she came for the entrance examinations, her father had said she would not got there but she failed her other exams on purpose so this was the only one she passed and he had no choice.

The journey was long and boring. Nothing to see but the forest on either side of the road. They passed a dam in Ibadan but that was the only water body along the road and Rebecca who was 8 months pregnant was bored.

She was going to see her BF who stayed in Ekiti. He had gotten her pregnant when he came to spend the holidays with a friends of his and Becky as she is called was shocked when she found she was pregnant.

But her boyfriend John had accepted responsibility and promised to stay with her and marry her as soon as he got his act together at work. True to his promise, he came with his parent and wanted to fix a date but they chose to wait for Becky to give birth first as the parents from both sides wanted a big wedding and they judged that it will be safer for her and her baby if she gave birth first before the wedding comes.

She is eager to see John. John had proven to be a gentleman and when the thought of him being a father struck him, he became more responsible. He saved more, quited drinking, got his own appartment and cut his hair a lot more frequently.[/quote]Good intension but is the monologue not much?

oyestephen: I like the introduction....keep it up..

God bless you my dear. I like exposing realities and educating all ages without corrupting any. Have you checked all my other postings? THE DAY GUYMAN FELL, THE HEART OF MAN or just check my profile. Feel free to contact me for any kind of creative and educative writing.

GOD FORBID!

Life has always been fun, me and my two children: Mat and Lilian, though it was a more complete fun at a time in the past. Martin (Mat) is 9 years old Lilian 7 and half: very brilliant and beautiful children direct from above: one need to see how sweet these children look as if designed and painted by the best artists in the world.

You know children nowadays: they never went to farm; never do stressful jobs continually; always eat well, relax well and sleep well; so they are well developed biologically if you understand me.

All manner of things are there for them on TV, no thank to DSTv, ONTv and their colleagues in this modern day Naija.
Coupled with the fact that I lost their dad: an amiable hard working and caring husband, a police superintendent. Oh! How his death hunts me till date. He had woken up poorly that day telling me that he had a terrible dream where he saw blood flowing out of his body until he could see the heavy footsteps rushing here-and-there and his body thereafter put into a white ambulance and then, black out...


...To be continued

muscar: Hi so I am 17yrs old muscar. When I graduated High school,I was forced to think English Language was ma bane as I was graded C4(my lowest grade in WAEC). I personally thought my vocabulary was not good enough where as I've an inspiration to be a novelist. Below is a scene for my first fantasy novel, 'when all hope is lost...' I'd really appreciate your honest comments, good or bad(I'd learn from it).
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"Stop being so nervous Anna," she said and inserted the last chunk of hairpiece.
"I can't help myself."
Elisha hurried in. "It's time honey." "Okay," Elisha's wife replied and turned back to Anna, "see you on the outside." Brushed cheeks with her husband and finally left.
"Anna?"
She stood up. "Elisha please give me a minute."
"We don't have a minute."
"Okay! Thirty seconds."
He left.
Thirty seconds was what she needed to stare at herself in the mirror. She saw a very pretty bride. This was it. She was about to marry the man of her dreams. Richard Daniels. Overwhelm was killing herself. Her heartbeat like that of an olympic champion who could hardly believe she won by a millisecond. She was too happy to stand erect. This was really happening. After so much they'd been through,it was finally here.
"Hold me tight Anna." Elisha clutched his arm tighter in hers when he noticed she began to fidget terribly.
They stepped out of the third beach house into the limelight of a perfect day. All the twenty-two marveled guests in all four rows and three columns stood. A guest elbowing another whispering guest to look at the bride. The gold embroidery down the deep 'V' cut gave her the look her perfectly curved back needed.
The view was heavenly. The sun rays spread across the deep blue ocean to its perimeters. Two shades made of dead palm fronts occupied twelve seats each. In between the guests was a deep shady green carpet spread from the beach house to the podium. It was flourished with glorious red roses.
A very small wedding full of a-list guests. They'd both settled on inviting twenty-four persons of which all but one was present.
Then Richard saw her. She didn't look angelic at all,my God,she was BEYOND it. He watched her as she approached him. She seemed very nervous. Who wouldn't? He too was. Her wedding dress was made for her. The kite-shaped sleeveless cut sizzled down to form a fitted dress that stopped at her mid hips with a big ball linen net taking it from there. Richard was still admiring the beautiful fresh bunch of roses in her fist when she looked up at him. She stopped. An involuntary spontaneous smile spread across her lips.
"By the power vested in me by our Lord Jesus Christ,I now proclaim you Man and Wife. You may now kiss your bride."
While some guests cheered,the others left their seats,took out their camera phones meaning to get a clearer view and never forget the kiss of a beautiful couple.
"Misses Anna Daniels sounds a whole lot better to me."
She smiled and their lips met gracefully. Anna couldn't care less about the snapshots around. She was finally wedded to Richard!
Anna sat alongside Richard as he cheered a glass of champagne with Elisha.
"I am so excited. Can today get any better?," Anna gushed.
Richard looked at Elisha who sat across their table and they both exchanged a smirk as they chorused, "Definitely!"
Anna sneered. "Can you boys stop it? It's a little embarrassing for a woman."
Elia hopped in. "Hi,hi,hi. Bitch needs to congratulate with couple."
Anna who never liked Elia's use of language always pretended to be comfortable with it. "Elia! How are you? Heard so many about you."
Elia rushed over to Anna and poured kisses of affection on her. "Anna darling,heard much! Congratulations,I am happy for you. Love what you are wearing."
She adjusted her graceful white caribbean dress. "You too!"
If you were a man that had good eyes for women,Elia would be a woman you would speedily notice...after the bride of course. Her bust line and booty were in perfect proportion as she rocked a simple stylish rosy red mid dress with nude moon-shaped cuts each at the sides of her hips that could send you drooling after her for days knowing she wore no underwear.
"Elia meet Elisha. My related uncle."
She turned to Elisha. Elisha,a neat modest looking middle-aged man. She had seen him walk down the aisle with blessed Anna but was disappointed when she caught the ring resting on his fourth finger. Seriously,Why did all the good looking rich men have to be taken? Where was I when ladies were making choices? Schmuck! You were probably buying clothes.
"Elia Shade. Good to have finally met you."
She smiled slyly and took his hand. "Shade? My reputation could baffle me with precedence."
"Miss Elia Shade. I am utmost happy you honored my invitation."
"Pleasure is mine Boss.
Anna beckoned, "Come on Elia. Have a seat. Please do share a drink with us. We have plenty to go round."
Elia gushed and pulled Anna up. "Honey,that can wait,as for now,I have got a gift just for you."
Anna marveled and looked across Richard and Elisha. "Me?"
"Yea? Come along!"
Richard relaxed because it was Anna. She always knew how to handle things. Were it be another? He would have hesitated. He liked Elia. Yes. She was a good person regardless. It wasn't her fault she became a victim of circumstances at such tender age but she was still a bad influential emotional wreck. She couldn't help it. She was it now...
Elia pulled her to a close corner. He stopped guessing what Elia could possibly give when Anna exclaimed, "what?! Stripper's wear? I...I can't."
An involuntary smile spread across Elisha's face as he looked across to Richard,shook his head and gulped the last portion of wine from his glass.
Good old Elia. She could never change.
A very popular loud italian salsa song streamed through the air. Uninvited guests from the lakeside had began to fill in. An anonymous couple had drunk themselves to stupor and was now choreographing dirty dance moves as they rolled themselves on the floor. Tens of dancers filled the up shore of the ocean. Some of the women's tattered skirts and gowns of which bellowed in the air made it seem like a couple of beautiful kites had refused to fly higher.
Anna quietly returned to her seat. A mixture of embarrassment and amusement.
She was about talking to Elisha when a familiar hand grabbed her. A man who had nearly gone tipsy. He'd taken off his white tuxedo and half of his rumpled shirt was now out of his pants. "Mister,lemme steal your beautiful wife for a minute."
"Oh,by all means."
Anna hesitated a bit. "Rich..."
He and Elisha said in unison, "Go!"
Richard smiled and pushed her away.
"Get lost Anna," Elisha added.
"At least if I can't have you,you sure can dance with me."
"Oh,Ben I am not sure..." She smiled and began to hesitate again.
He took her hand and swiftly turned her around. "Come on Anna! It's your day. Liven up! It comes just once...if you like."
A loud mindless couple hit her hard she almost fell on him. "Beautiful Bitch!" One drunk male dancer yelled in her face. She laughed wildly. The atmosphere was getting to her. "It's gonna happen once Ben. Don't keep your hopes up on this one. I advice you go grab a wife!"
The music was swallowing their voices and Anna was beginning to lose sight of Richard more and more as they danced deeper into the crowd.
Ben smiled,gulped some beer off his bottle,bent Anna to the ground in a heartbeat and teased, "never say never baby."
The horrid crowd was growing by the minute as the day drew to set.
Music was getting to Anna's head. She was enjoying every beat and bit of it. "Adulterer! What about the lady you were with?"
They tied their arms and ran in circles. "Pardon?!"
"The lady you were with?!"
"Oh you mean my date! We are on a contract! The girl almost kissed my feet when I informed her a day ago to come with me!"
"What?! For someone like you? That's just too ridiculous! What's her own part of the deal?!"
Ben laughed heartily and threw Anna in what seemed like a millisecond over his head. "Free hot erotic sex for one whole calendar week!"
"Come on honey. Can't miss this. Let's hit the dance floor!" Elisha's wife called out to him.
He took off his suit and turned to Richard. "Welcome to married life Bro. If adore your night sleep,never say 'no' to her." He stood up and obeyed leaving Richard's eyes yank open with surprise.
"Now I see why you would bend your neck over this one." She turned over to look at Anna and Ben who had resurfaced again. "Not only does she look like an angel,she is an angel."
"You should say that again."
She asked slyly, "So how's tonight gonna be?"
Richard soon found himself pink somewhere on his cheeks,he pointed at Elia and warned, "I am still your boss,okay? You respect that."
"Shit."
He tapped her and gestured. "Hey,you see that guy over there, he's been watching you for quite long time now."
Elia turned excitedly. "Which?"
"The one with my wife. Benjamin Martins."
"I see." She turned around. In three seconds,she had amiably noticed the forty-eight carat gold piece he had on his neck and the huge diamond ring on his index finger. A worn smile stuck at the right corner of her mouth. She always knew she had an eye for gold. "Well,if I can't have Jack,I lesser can have jill."
"Precisely."
Elia scoffed and rolled her eyes in frustration. "If he is that interested then why did he ask your wife to the dance?,he did not even bat an eyelid across me."
Richard yawned and moaned out, "When will you learn Elia?"
He stood and left perplexed Elia behind.
"Hey speaking about girls and Marriage,how about that sultry thing sitting opposite Richard?"
"His Ex-secretary! Elia!"
"Wow. Some body."
"Yea?" She winked. "You can thank us later."
Richard appeared and took Anna's arms passionately. The right arms were with her now. She felt ultimately comfortable.
The music's genre switched to a melodramatic melancholy heartbeat.
Richard smiled. "It's time for you to get lost and go fix yourself with the woman across my table."
Anna pushed him away and teased, "Yep. Go find your bride!"
He left and she was left with Richard- just what she needed.
She sighed, "Ben,funny thing." She looked up at him, "what? How did you know?"
He leaned and nose-rubbed her nose. "I ain't telling you smart men's secret girl. He could just be the one."
Most crazy wild dancers were beginning to disperse as genuine lovers began to team.
"Oh Yea? Ben is a lousy play boy. He'd probably stay two days."
He was looking at her intensely now. "People become better persons,Anna," he said icily.
"Like you. Who would have imagined us at this spot two years ago?"
They speedily went down memory lane and laughed simultaneously. A lot had changed since then.
"I thought you were the most liability maid there ever was. You broke all my plates."
"I swore you were most annoying ego eccentric boss. You made me cry all night."
They dwindled emotionally edge to edge.
"But look at what you have made of yourself now. Know I am proud of you."
She didn't reply. She took a long pause before she did slowly, "I want your lips on mine Richard."
"Come and get it."
She laughed mildly. "Smart move." She smiled and began to trace one finger down the swells of his exposed chest.
He stroked and lifted her chin. "What is it?," he asked amusingly.
"You are...making me uncontrollably happy."
"Am I?" He ascended to stroking her lips. "I could just make it better."
Richard's hazel with a touch of shimmer green eyes were beginning to arouse her. What made it even sexier was the fact that he never pushed too hard. With all the people around and looking,as much as she was endeared to,she was feeling really awkward about kissing him.
It's my day. Damn it!
Immediately her lips touched Richard's,a lot of things happened.
She was in the air! She gushed with surprise as her eyes first caught the glittering beauty of the sea,it reflected the pinkish orange rays from the sunset,then she saw that all the erring crowds had turned to watch and cheer them -exactly what Anna tried to prevent. Richard had set her up. One dead-drunk female guest announced aloud, "I knew they just couldn't wait!"
Richard held her up firmly on the hips and began to twirl her around. "Don't be shy Anna!"
"My God. I don't believe you," she said as quietly as possible and shut her eyes thereafter.
Elia watched admirably the newly wedded couple from afar as they began to kiss mindlessly. "Ow,do you not just adore them together?" she gushed out.
"Yea. Cute,pretty,sexy...and absolutely no panties," Ben replied dreamily.
She turned around swiftly and found him staring at her hips. "What?! Excuse me?"
Ben's eyes widened as his perplexed face stared back at her's. "You say?"
"Didn't know this long red embellished dress would fit you this well."
Three firework rockets simultaneously flew loudly up the sky to decorate it with lightening rainbow colors.
"All thanks to you and your wife Elisha. She's so sweet."
"We er em have to go."
"I know."
He reached for her chin. "Hey come on. Don't be sad dear. This is it. You are going to have your own family now. I am proud of who you have become. Never forget that."
She flew her arms around him in an emotional hug.
"Take care of yourself and your husband." He patted her and parted to his wife who was standing close to their saloon car.
"Goodbye."
Elisha's wife reproached, "Anna never forget what I told you."
The thought made her chuckle. "I won't." She watched as they zoomed away and forced the threatening tear back in.
"So you the one who's been kissing ma wife uh?"
"She's a pretty girl so you can say that again," Ben replied as he adjusted his neatly ironed designer's red suit he'd freshen into for the gift-giving.
The two laughed heartily and hugged each other like they had been buddies for ages.
"Congratulations man." He shook Richard confidently.
Anna hurried back to Richard.
"Anna. Good you are here."
She clutched Richard's arm and smiled at Ben and his supposed girlfriend. "Thank you very much Ben,it's good to have had you with us."
"Er we should have lunch together sometime. Just you and I. What do you say?," Richard beckoned.
"I'd be honored Mister Richard Daniels. I look forward to it."
"Good."
"Well,my girl and I thought it'd be okay getting you a little something." Ben took the parcel away from his lover's outstretched arms and handed it to beaming Anna.
"Oh Ben. Thank you so much." She shook the parcel beside her right ear. "Don't mind my curiosity,can I?"
"Definitely. It's yours."
Anna took to opening the parcel and gushed at the sight. Within laid a red foamy 'V' shaped bed,it was designed to allow two diamond stoned crystalline champagne tumblers. In between was an artificial green rosy rod on which was inscribed, "it is going to be a long night. Champagne for two?"
"How did...where on earth did you get this from?," Richard gushed out as he picked up a tumbler.
"Glad you like it. It was specially made for a special couple."
She handed it over to Richard.
"This is so adorable Ben," she said and hugged him. She faced his girl who barely was noticed and planted a hug on her. "Hey,I didn't get your name?," she asked the quiet young girl who seemed a lit bit weird and uncomfortable in her own skin.
"Caro. It's caroline."
Richard and Anna spontaneously looked at each other momentarily.
"Well thank you so much Caro. Good to have you with us."
"You know,this 'long night' thing really gets me," Richard said innocently,sighed and shrugged his shoulders.
Ben laughed.
Caro cracked neither a smile nor a chuckle.
Anna smiled,drew Richard who was playing innocent and kissed him.
Was she imagining things or had Caro really batted her eyelids severally at her while they kissed?
Whatever...she won't allow a low self-esteemed spoiled brat ruin her day.
"Mar...martha!," Anna called out passionately as she saw a fat woman coming along miles away and at first for a split moment,it sounded like 'my mother'. She held her chest in admiration. "Please you must excuse me," she said and ran across.
They hugged.
"Anna!" Her colleague called a mile away.
"Not now shale. See you soonest!"
She turned back to Martha. "Am so glad you are here. Now my wedding is complete!"
She ducked. "Please tell me I dint miss anything." She struggled with her handbag and a rectangular small parcel.
"Martha,the wedding is over."
Martha's eyes widened.
"Yea,about thirty minutes ago and you are even in the wrong dress color!"
"Ow wanted to be unique." She pinched on her yellow dress. "Sorry I missed your wedding at least I get to give you this." She outstretched her arms to Anna.
Anna snatched it, eyed her suspiciously and ripped the package open.
"Specially hand-baked for you."
"Ah this is my favorite!,I never get the ingredients in this part of the city."
"Your luck."
"This is the weirdest gift anyone could get. Martha,you never cease to surprise me," she confessed truthfully and dug one hand into the creamiest chocolate and milky cake she'd ever seen. On it were red berries and tiny sugar-flaked plantain chips. The cake was in finely biased creams- chocolate and milk. "Oh I can't afford to share this with anyone. Let's go into the beach house!" She urged Martha and dragged her into a small cold room in the huge house.
"Anna take it easy on raping the cake. You don't wanna ruin that makeup."
Anna giggled,grabbed a silver spoon from a shelf and handled bigger bits. She moved two steps back and eyed her suspiciously. "Your dress is really fitted and your makeup is tight. Tell me Martha,no one's here and listening. Who exactly are you trying to impress? The martha I know could care less about the clothes she put on."
Martha did a turnabout,pushed up her breasts and replied, "Sexy and knowing it!"
Anna widened her eyes and scoffed, "Martha,you are sixty and older. Get over yourself. Who is doing this to you?"
"What?"
She squinted her eyes and gasped, "Martha! is that a ring on your finger?!"
She ducked. "Finally you decided to get eyes."
"Oh what?!"
"Not only you youngsters can be engaged. Broads can too."
Anna dint know what to do- congratulate her or otherwise.
"He's 23."
"O you mean your grandson?," Anna teased.
She scoffed. "Don't be ridiculous Anna. Him!"
Anna laughed hard. "Engaged to whom? Martha please I have enough laughs for today. Don't make it any worse."
"O shut up. What do you know?"
"I know a God-fearing person won't do that."
She smiled sheepishly, "Alright,lemme let you loose,you know I'd never do such. He's 69. A widower."
"And I guess am supposed to be happy for you right?"
"Yea sure."
"Okay am hap..." Her cutlery hit on a glass frame and that was when she saw the real present.
Martha smiled lovingly.
"Martha," Anna said softly. Settling the parcel on a stool,she struggled out the frame from beneath the quarter-eaten cake and dusted the crumbs out with a paper towel.
Anna found tears falling uncontrollably from her eyes as she went down memory lane...
"Junior. Give it here!"
"No!"
"Come on. Be a good boy."
"Junior listen to Anna. The picture's not that bad."
Junior who was across the other side of the room screamed, "no!,do you realize am clad in her pinkish sleeping robe and grinning like an awkward ram. The picture is so bizarre and girlish."
"If you hated it this much why did you keep it until I found it this morning?"
He ducked his head and replied, "duh, because I dint know your nosy nose would be snooping around my books!"
His grin was too perfect. Before she'd had enough time to caress it, junior had snatched it away from behind.
With that,he'd ran off and hidden away the most beautiful picture Anna had ever seen of him...
"Found it this morning in a cuisine's cardboard while cleaning. Had to frame it beautifully and missed my morning flight."
She felt a strong presence. It was like he was back from the dead. It was the only picture she had of him. The rest including hers had been found and burned by Caroline. She smiled and thought to herself, 'Good job J.A. That bitch never goes into the kitchen.'
"Martha. What can I say?," she said with a deep quaver in her voice. "This is the best wedding gift ever!," she said as she planted a hug on someone special.

I just read through your story. Take my word: you will be a good writer.In story writing, there is a message and there is a structure. Let me tell you about Structure for now: improve your structure by making sure that every character's line or words is written in complete reported speech for more people to flow with you when they are reading. you can check my story: THE DAY GUYMAN FELL or the movie script, THE HEART OF MAN, you will grab more. I will tell you about message later. More power to your elbow...

serahsadeiyare: PART ONE

Charles Adams took a quick glimpse at his appearance in the standing mirror nailed to the cream wall of the master bedroom. A seventy year old six feet tall dark broad shouldered man clad in an ankara embroiled outfit stared back at him. He had aged slowly, some say he looks as if he was in his mid sixties, he could accept that, but those who say he looks like he was in his fifties were liars.

He had lived a good life, retired as a renowned medical doctor, married to an extra-ordinary woman who bore him three wonderful children.

Martha, his first daughter and first child was doing very well in the banking industry. But her unmarried status have been a form of weak link in her chains of success. She would be forty in two months time and he wonders how she fares emotionally. Whenever she pays a visit, she puts up a wall labelled 'I am fine', painted with a plastic smile that barely reached her hazel eyes.

Dorcas, his second daughter and last child was married with two children who are in their teens. She was thriving in the event planning business and her husband was a famous professional photographer. The likes of TY Bello and Co. She and his wife had planned the party and her husband's assistants were assigned to capture the day in pictures. Perfect, isn't it? Nice to have these set of people in the family.

John, his only male and second child was also married; his beautiful wife did not conceive until after Dorcas had, had her two children, although John got married before her. He and his wife were doing well, lost in the work and things of God.

That young man could have done better things with his life. He had a Phd. in International Relations, Masters in Law, and Bsc. in Political Science. His qualifications were wasted in the pursuit of an unseen God, not that he didn't believe in God, but, should one stop one's life and jump into, into... What did John call it? Ministry, Calling? Yes, that is exactly what he called it, calling, divine calling to be precise.

Charles shook his head, dark brows knitted in a frown. If they were doing God's work, why did God curse them with such a trouble-maker of a child? Was Sheila their thorn in the flesh? That young woman can drive any sane person crazy with just a single word. He shivered at the thought.

"Young man! Don't tell me you are not yet ready. Everybody is here!" His wife's voice drifted into the room from the hall way.

She made her way into the bedroom and found her husband chuckling. One brow raised, "What is so funny?" Charles walked up to her and pulled her close, "At seventy, you still call me a young man." Nnese tried to pull away, but he tightened his grip.

"No matter how old you are, you will always remain my young man," She winked, "We have guests to attend to."

He sighed, it was his birthday, a few family and close friends were celebrating with them. He would have prefered an uninterrupted day alone with his wife, but, a small party had already been planned before he could voice his desires.

His dark brown eyes drank his wife's petite frame. At five feet six inches, curvy hips and abundant bosom, she could carry herself even at her age. Her chocolate cream complexion hasn't lost their glitter.

"Charles... Guests are waiting."

"Queen Nnese..." He took a bow, "Let us attend to our hungry guests."

She could hardly stop the laughter that bubbled through her. Her husband could be comical when he wants to be. That was one of the reasons why she married him.

Charles and his wife headed for the garden. The moment they walked in, everyone seated got to their feet and started singing, "Happy birthday to you..." Martha and her siblings went over to their parents and hugged them, followed by their spouses and children. Charles thanked everyone for coming and the party commenced.

Sheila joined her cousins at a table. Edidiong and Boma came along with their dates. She wondered why they always bring someone new to every family event. Their relationships barely last a month. Why bother?

She wasn't interested in a relationship at the moment. At five feet nine inches, with a slim and well curved body, she had, had her share of admirers. But not until she graduates at twenty one, she will not venture into any relationship.

"Sweet heart, have you met my cousin?" Edidiong was speaking to her date, but was staring at her. Sheila met her gaze, the look in her eyes spelt mischief and she could discern that her cousin was up to no good. She had promised her parents that she would avoid squabbles, but if anyone brings trouble her way, she was more than ready to fight back.

"Her name is Sheila and she is the black sheep of the family," She and her date started to laugh. Sheila decided to ignore them.

"Cat got your tongue?" Boma addressed her. He and his date were also laughing.

She noticed that they were beginning to attract attention. If she allowed her cousins to go on with their ridiculous comments, she might lose her temper. She decided to end the whole tirade once and for all, before it got out of hand.

She pointed at their dates, "If both of you think they are serious about you, then you better think again," they all stopped laughing, " These two cousins of mine bring a different date to every family function. I have photos in my phone as proof."

Boma and Edidiong starred at her in disbelief. An uncomfortable silence settled over them. Boma's date picked up her bag and got to her feet. He reached out for her hand, but she used her bag to hit him and headed out. He got up and hurried after her.

Edidiong's date pushed his food away and dabbed his lips with a napkin. He drained his glass in one gulp and pushed his chair backwards.

"Sweet heart..." He ignored her and left the table without a word. Edidiong shot her cousin an angry look, "You will pay for this!" She threatened and ran after her date.

Mission accomplished! Sheila sighed and sipped at her drink. Martha saw her neice and nephew running after their dates. She wondered what was going on. She turned and saw Sheila smiling sheepishly. She left her seat and approached her, "When are you going to stop this unpleasant habit of yours?"

Sheila looked up at her aunt, wondering what she was talking about.

"Were you born to make everyone around you miserable?"

Boma and Edidiong returned without their dates. Their countenance brightened when they realized that their aunt was scolding their cousin.

"Must you wave your wand of despair at every family function? Can't you be normal just for once?"

Sheila placed her glass of chilled chapman on the table and stood, the only way to avoid creating a scene was to leave. She eyed her self righteous aunt who didn't even bother to find out what had happened before shooting blames and insults.

"Is it me you are looking at like that?"

Without a word, head high, shoulders raised, Sheila walked out of the garden. Martha starred after her in mad rage. "Look at this little ingrate..." She marched after her neice.

Boma and Edidiong exchanged glances, trouble brews for Sheila. Both teens went in different directions to alert their parents and Sheila's parents.

Okay,good vision, but the story architecture is more hidden in you than the reader can follow. Also the description of Charles Adams in the beginning requires that you join some words with dash. More power to your elbow...

[quote author=HumbledbYGrace]Good story, keep it up. More near-reality and creative complexity will take you to a greater height. Have you checked my addendum, MOVIE SCRIPT:THE HEART OF MAN?

flow1759: Ugo! Ugo!! Ugo eh!!
"u don warm d soup wey dey 4 pot?" dat question brought me back to reality from dreamland, "chei mama i never warm am oh" dats d price i had to pay for being the only child of my parents. Mama was off to her early morning routine watering of our vegetable farmland. Farming was not only mama's own quota to support d family, but it was the trend for barracks women as they assume it as their own "white collar job".

I gradually roll off from bed so as not to feel d pains in my right knee gotten from a ferocious tackle courtesy of Cosmos my hausa friend, well, maybe he wasn't happy i was his opponent in yesterdays match as it is a rear occurance for us as close friends to play against each other, i thought as i dragged my feet to d kitchen to warm d ogbono soup as mama instructed.

Today the cloud is bright, i could feel d cool breeze of the morning on my hairy skin. It rained heavily last night, with water gathered everywhere on d floor, the drainage in d barracks is very poor as the d gutters were blocked and grass infested. UP NEPA! UP NEPA!! The children on their way to school shouted, what came to my mind first was the T.V, "oboy e don tey wey man pekin watch tv oh" i said to my self as i put on the tv, ehn Nigeria 2- algeria 0, a local station was giving highlights of yesterday's match, i was happy 4 nigeria as it's been long we won a friendly match. I glanced at d wall clock, it was 9 already, when suddenly i percieved something, it was as if something was burning, maybe our old fridge was burning again, i thought.
Aaaaah! D soup dey burn

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THE HEART OF MAN




SYPNOSIS
There is a wilderness in marriage: many families went through it unscathed; some scathed; others vanquished. Would Nasa and Zack survive? The heart of ma--n.



FELIX CHIKA-SUNDAY

Of

WISEHEADS GALAXY
Ablase with Ideas & Run with Technology
wiseheadsgalaxy@yahoo.com, bloodofjesusinme@yahoo.com
08032606847



SCENE1: DAY

EXTERIOR: IN FRONT OF A HOUSE
An action theme starts underground as camera shows a woman, Nasa, 25 Year old, average height with T-shirt and jean knickers burst open a door, running out and slamming it back while she bolts shouting “yea! Yea!” jumping over the balcony in a premonition as the door opens again to reveal her 32 year old tall Husband, Zack tagging a wrapper on his shoulders. holding out a bag containing two condoms while on her pursuit.

NASA
Yea! Yea!
[She runs towards the gate]

ZACK
Why are you running? Eh? Why are you running? Don’t ever come back to this house again: don’t eve--r!
[He is holding out a bag containing two condoms while on her pursuit but grabs and aims a bottle at her]

NASA
[Turns in time to see the weapon flying towards her]
Yea! God!
[She dodges and closes the gate behind her quickly]
God! Hnm, hnm.

ZACK
Just 6 months after our wedding, just 6 months! You’re keeping condoms for other women, keeper! Keeper! You’re deceiving yourself! You’re deceiving yourself. Basta--rd ashawo: Bad daughter of a good mother. Don’t ever come back to this house again: don’t eve--r! I--gbaraja! (LovePeddler-Ika dialect in Delta state)
[He walks away closing the door behind him]


SCENE2: DAY 4 HOURS 30 MINUTES LATER

EXTERIOR: ON A BROKEN DOWN TRUCK IN FRONT OF A SHOP
A sorrowful theme begins to play underground as camera gives a shot to a little girl sweeping at the front of a shop and Nasa sitting beside a pack of smoozy yoghurt on a broken down truck in a street; her tears roll down her cheeks.

NASA
God; you know that I’ve told him the truth: that the condoms belong to Jessica who doesn’t want another pregnancy: since they have 2 sets of twins already. No; I will go back. It’s my matrimonial home.
[She stands up. She walks away in a camera long shot]


SCENE3: DAY

EXTERIOR: NASA WORKING ON THE GENERATOR
The sorrowful theme continues as camera views Nasa squatting beside the generator, looses the plug and the foam filter covering, shedding tears. She works on the head of the plug still shedding tears.

INTERIOR: ZACK SLEEPS IN THE DARK

ZACK
[He wakes up suddenly as the light comes up.
Wao! Light?
[He scrolls his eyes in awe and he rushes out of bed]
Then Zicky must be is around!
Zicky! Zicky boy! Are you back? Zicky! Zicky where are you? Zicky
[He gets to dining table, sees the smoozy yoghurt]
Hnmm, smoozy: this is my favorite yoghurt.
[He grabs 1 quickly, sucks excitedly while moving to the front door]

EXTERIOR:
Camera views the working generator, tools lying beside it; the oil stains on the floor and the piece of dirty rag, no Zicky.
ZACK
O boy! Where are you? Zicky!
[Zack arrives to a halt seeing Nasa on a ladder repairing the outside light while sobbing.]

ZACK
What are you doing there? Eh? Didn’t I ask you never to return to this compound again?
[The half consumed yoghurt still in his hands as he advances slowly]

ZACK
I said what are you doing here?
[He barks advancing more menacingly]
Sorrowful theme starts playing underground

NASA
[Looks at him once, stifles some tears and climbs down slowly. She reaches the ground and subsequently kneels down crying the more, opening her two hands wide in exhaustion, counting her speech.]
I have told you the truth: the condoms are not mine; they belong to Jessica who doesn’t want another pregnancy, since they have 2 sets of twins already. I have never cheated on you; and I’d never. I thought it was a simple idea when I agreed to buy the condoms out for her. I’m sorry.
ZACK
You’re sorry? No Idea is simple, when you need to plant it in somebody else’s mind.
[His face is confused, with stuttering lips]

NASA
I’m sorry; please forgive me. I repaired the generator; I’ve repaired this outside light.
[She motions at the glowing bulb with her tears filled eyes]
I bought the smoozy yoghurt.
Blessed is the good husband who would forgive such a sorrowful and sincere wife for all her mistakes.
[More of her tears burst forth]
The sorrowful theme increases its tempo underground.


...To be continued

THE HEART OF MAN

from scene 1 to 3


SYPNOSIS
There is a wilderness in marriage: many families went through it unscathed; some scathed; others vanquished. Would Nasa and Zack survive? The heart of ma--n.



FELIX CHIKA-SUNDAY

Of

WISEHEADS GALAXY
Ablase with Ideas & Run with Technology
wiseheadsgalaxy@yahoo.com, bloodofjesusinme@yahoo.com
08032606847



SCENE1: DAY
EXTERIOR: IN FRONT OF A HOUSE
An action theme starts underground as camera shows a woman, Nasa, 25 Year old, average height with T-shirt and jean knickers burst open a door, running out and slamming it back while she bolts shouting “yea! Yea!” jumping over the balcony in a premonition as the door opens again to reveal her 32 year old tall Husband, Zack tagging a wrapper on his shoulders. holding out a bag containing two condoms while on her pursuit.

NASA
Yea! Yea!
[She runs towards the gate]

ZACK
Why are you running? Eh? Why are you running? Don’t ever come back to this house again: don’t eve--r!
[He is holding out a bag containing two condoms while on her pursuit but grabs and aims a bottle at her]

NASA
[Turns in time to see the weapon flying towards her]
Yea! God!
[She dodges and closes the gate behind her quickly]
God! Hnm, hnm.

ZACK
Just 6 months after our wedding, just 6 months! You’re keeping condoms for other women, keeper! Keeper! You’re deceiving yourself! You’re deceiving yourself. Basta--rd ashawo: Bad daughter of a good mother. Don’t ever come back to this house again: don’t eve--r! I--gbaraja! (LovePeddler-Ika dialect in Delta state)
[He walks away closing the door behind him]


SCENE2: DAY 4 HOURS 30 MINUTES LATER
EXTERIOR: ON A BROKEN DOWN TRUCK IN FRONT OF A SHOP
A sorrowful theme begins to play underground as camera gives a shot to a little girl sweeping at the front of a shop and Nasa sitting beside a pack of smoozy yoghurt on a broken down truck in a street; her tears roll down her cheeks.

NASA
God; you know that I’ve told him the truth: that the condoms belong to Jessica who doesn’t want another pregnancy: since they have 2 sets of twins already. No; I will go back. It’s my matrimonial home.
[She stands up. She walks away in a camera long shot]


SCENE3: DAY
EXTERIOR: NASA WORKING ON THE GENERATOR
The sorrowful theme continues as camera views Nasa squatting beside the generator, looses the plug and the foam filter covering, shedding tears. She works on the head of the plug still shedding tears.

INTERIOR: ZACK SLEEPS IN THE DARK
ZACK
[He wakes up suddenly as the light comes up.
Wao! Light?
[He scrolls his eyes in awe and he rushes out of bed]
Then Zicky must be is around!
Zicky! Zicky boy! Are you back? Zicky! Zicky where are you? Zicky
[He gets to dining table, sees the smoozy yoghurt]
Hnmm, smoozy: this is my favorite yoghurt.
[He grabs 1 quickly, sucks excitedly while moving to the front door]

EXTERIOR:
Camera views the working generator, tools lying beside it; the oil stains on the floor and the piece of dirty rag, no Zicky.
ZACK
O boy! Where are you? Zicky!
[Zack arrives to a halt seeing Nasa on a ladder repairing the outside light while sobbing.]

ZACK
What are you doing there? Eh? Didn’t I ask you never to return to this compound again?
[The half consumed yoghurt still in his hands as he advances slowly]

ZACK
I said what are you doing here?
[He barks advancing more menacingly]
Sorrowful theme starts playing underground

...To be continued next week

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Please break it to pieces then we talk about the money.

HumbledbYGrace: I was wondering too

@Chika please write ur 'tory here. I can't guess

Dear, i don't understand this one, can you make it Clearer for me.

[quote author=Efemena_xy]^^ Hahaha!!!

Nice 1! I can almost picture that in my mind's eye...village setting, no doubt

Hubby's occupation: Farmer or probably unemployed.

Wife: Semi-literate houswife...

*** Why's your post suddenly hidden? *** [/quote]Have you read this scene?
SCENE1: DAY
EXTERIOR: IN FRONT OF A HOUSE
An action theme starts underground as camera shows a woman, Nasa, 25 Year old, average height with T-shirt and jean knickers burst open a door, running out and slamming it back while she bolts shouting “yea! Yea!” jumping over the balcony in a premonition as the door opens again to reveal her 32 year old tall Husband, Zack tagging a wrapper on his shoulders. holding out a bag containing two condoms while on her pursuit.
NASA
Yea! Yea!
[She runs towards the gate]

ZACK
Why are you running? Eh? Why are you running? Don’t ever come back to this house again: don’t eve--r!
[He is holding out a bag containing two condoms while on her pursuit but grabs and aims a bottle at her]

NASA
[Turns in time to see the weapon flying towards her]
Yea! God!
[She dodges and closes the gate behind her quickly]
God! Hnm, hnm.

ZACK
Just 6 months after our wedding, just 6 months! You’re keeping condoms for other women, keeper! Keeper! You’re deceiving yourself! You’re deceiving yourself. Basta--rd ashawo: Bad daughter of a good mother. Don’t ever come back to this house again: don’t eve--r! I--gbaraja! (LovePeddler-Ika dialect in Delta state)
[He walks away closing the door behind him]

[quote author=Efemena_xy]I'm sorry Chika, but I've just gotta ask...did that ^^ happen to you, over there in Burundi?

I know, I know, I'm a nosey parker...but I just can't help myself... [/quote]No, it's just fiction, it hasn't happened to me, I just learn from other people's experience. Actually I am gifted to create images, ideas and scenes from what is already existing or there about. So my dear, if you have any thing for me to write for you or your friends let me know. presently two of my movie scrips are with two different directors, one in Port-Harcourt and one in Asaba.

[quote author=Efemena_xy]^^ OMG!!

Now I get you

No, I don't like the stuff (scams/prison) but I do like your write-up.

Kudos to you [/quote]Okay enjoy this short movie script and call me

THE HEART OF MAN


SYPNOSIS
There is a wilderness in marriage: many families went through it unscathed; some scathed; others vanquished. Would Nasa and Zack survive? The heart of ma--n.



FELIX CHIKA-SUNDAY

Of

WISEHEADS GALAXY
Ablase with Ideas & Run with Technology
wiseheadsgalaxy@yahoo.com, bloodofjesusinme@yahoo.com
08032606847










SCENE2: DAY 4 HOURS 30 MINUTES LATER
EXTERIOR: ON A BROKEN DOWN TRUCK IN FRONT OF A SHOP
A sorrowful theme begins to play underground as camera gives a shot to a little girl sweeping at the front of a shop and Nasa sitting beside a pack of smoozy yoghurt on a broken down truck in a street; her tears roll down her cheeks.

NASA
God; you know that I’ve told him the truth: that the condoms belong to Jessica who doesn’t want another pregnancy: since they have 2 sets of twins already. No; I will go back. It’s my matrimonial home.
[She stands up. She walks away in a camera long shot]


SCENE3: DAY
EXTERIOR: NASA WORKING ON THE GENERATOR
The sorrowful theme continues as camera views Nasa squatting beside the generator, looses the plug and the foam filter covering, shedding tears. She works on the head of the plug still shedding tears.

…TO BE CONTINUED

[quote author=Efemena_xy]^^ No.

What is it anyway?[/quote]E--fe-mena: white college or Burundi means Nigerian prison or cell. Do you like the whole stuff, ha, ha, ha?

[quote author=Efemena_xy]^^ You mean it's some sort of g@y community? [/quote]No-o-o my dear! White college. Haven't you heard of white College?

[quote author=Efemena_xy]Hmmm....okay. Never knew that though.



I have absolutely no idea.

What happens in Burundi? [/quote]The bad gus there make love to you if you are a male; and if you are a female, your fellow chics make love to you too: i no you don't understand.

nedu2000: ;DGood 4 U̶̲̥̅̊.......how much U̶̲̥̅̊ use settle police?

Nedu I no com fit settle dem, dem carry me go Burundi. you know about Burundi?

amiskurie: Nice one,but do you think its save to post our works here,somebody might copy and make use of it.

I understand you my brother. There are two things that can happen to one's innovations: you keep your works because of fear of theft/piracy and you die without nobody seeing them an hearing about you or you take a risk and show off some of your works, probably as you pray and as fate may have it, a helper comes or stumbles on your work and your evolution begins. Therefore, this is what I do: I keep my movie scripts away from public eyes, i show off the less prized works. presently two movie directors are working on two of my blockbuster movies, one in Asaba and the other in Port-Harcourt. it's more risky not to take a risk at all. Thanks, you may call 08032606847.

HumbledbYGrace: Iam not gonna tell u I like the story BUT I need an update soon,m hooked

Okay no problem. the police got hold of him and took him to Burundi: do you know what happens in Burundi? I want to receive your guess.