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Hey guys! Even if I won't update today, I just heard some guys talking about a particular Airtel free 500mb. Lo and behold I did it, afterall, I don't dey use my money subscribe, I was given free 500mb which expires on the 15th of May.
How did I do it? Just send 'JOIN' to 141 and after some minutes, check your balance with *123*133# to see if you got it.
I thought it was a joke until I tried on my second airtel sim and I got 500mb again. A guy beside me tried it and he was given too.
I don't know if they are giving everyone who tried, but I am a witness myself.
Try it now. The money wey I give Airtel is enough, let me enjoy free MB for once. MTN, una see your life?

In response to Omotalkie, Revelation chapter 1 says: "The lord has been merciful, for today I shall embark on a journey. Which reveals that there won't be update today.
Sorry about that guys. I am travelling today. If God so wishes, I will update later in the night, but if the travelling hangover still persist, na unto tomorrow things niyen o.

rhoseti1:
new here...been following this story,d9ty7 u da best

Thanks boss

rapmike:
I don't buy into the excuses that have been given here. Repogirl is certainly right about the money aspect ( and yes, I think about it too. Am sure almost everyone that wrote here have thought about it one way or the other). But the fact is that the correcting and editing part, helping new and existing writers with your comments should not die down. All writers in this section have fans but its very hard for one to spot a good constructive critic here and it hurts ( personally for me it hurts). I begin to wonder if they could just come around and encourage and constructively critique other writers work, the quality around here will improve.

That's my submission.

Oga Rapmike is right too

repogirl:
Hi Divepen1, what can I really say nao? The super writers I know are kinda discouraged by two main factors..... plagiarism and the need to take their writing to a higher level.

The mods here have tried to do something bout the plagiarism thing, I'm not too sure about it effectiveness yet though.

Now on the second factor, writers are tired of hearing 'You're good', 'you're talented', if they were, they should be making some profit off it. Also how can one shelve out time to write and isn't rewarded in some other way aside 'when is the next update?'. Time is money, remember?

That's why after the euphoria of being a sportswriters wears off, realisation sets in and they realise being a nairaland superwriter isn't going to add much value to their lives and so they focus on what will.

This is.My own view anyway, and the view from a few others I have spoken with.

BTW, readers hardly comment these days, the ratio of the comments to the number of views is quite depressing.

No one could have said it any better.

ElectGINeer:
D9ty you got Nairaland laureate price for literature.

Just like that?

radical4jesus:
honestly d9ty7 am madly inlove wit ur stories infact its the sole reason y i registered on NL

Waoh! I appreciate

@Chistar01: If your last seen could be 10:43pm today, that means, you still log in, so, why the delay in update?

--continuation--
Tina walked out of her room to meet an already dressed Christopher seated in the living room.
"Are you set?" She asked as he grabbed her car key.
"Yes mum." He replied rising up to his feet to collect his mother's bag.
"Good, lets go." Tina said walking out of the house, Chris following from behind.
As she locked the front door, Chris walked over to his mother car, stared at it for a while before speaking.
"Mum, this car is dusty." He said.
"Not now darling." Tina said as she unlocked the car doors.
"Mum, it won't take me a minute." Chris said persuasively.
"Within a minute, we'll be on the main road already." With this, she hopped into the car and started the engine.
Five minutes into the drive, her phone started ringing.
"Your principal is calling." She said to Chris who stiffened on his seat as his mother picked the call.
"Good morning ma." She greeted.
"Am I on with Miss Christina? Christopher James mum?" The voice of Chris principal boomed.
"Yes ma." Tina replied.
"Don't tell me you have forgotten our appointment this morning..."
"How could I. I am on my way ma." Tina replied.
"Please, be fast. The parents are on my neck. It took the grace of God and the fact that I am well placed in the society before the police agreed to allow me go home yesternight." The principal said. "At least, with your presence, the police will be rest assured of my willingness to coperate. Just that I shouldn't be locked up."
Chris wanted to laugh at his principal, but he couldn't, not with his mother beside him.
"Don't worry ma. We'll get it settled." Tina said assuringly.
"Thank you very much. And how is Chris? Let him be with you for now until the school is sure of his and other student's safety." The principal said before hanging up.
"Poor woman." Tina muttered as she pulled into the Island road which connnects with Christopher's school and Mark's new apartment.
"I thought she used to brag every morning during assembly that no parent could scare her with arrest or whatever because she is well placed. Why is she all jittery now?" Chris asked laughing.
"Chris! Are you okay?" Tina screamed.
"Am sorry mum." He bowed his head.
"She said that because she knew no one could arrest her without following due process. But in the case of what happened yesterday, no matter how well placed she is, there is no coming out. But, mere getting bailed yesterday shows how well placed she is." Tina replied as she pulled up in front of a black gate. She alighted and walked up to the gate. After a minute of discussing with the security man, the gate was swung open and she walked in to see the brand new SUV Mark talked about the previous day. Three minutes later, he walked out of the compound with Tina.
"Hop into the backseat boy." Tina said to Chris who immediatly climbed unto the backseat.
Six minutes later, Tina was seated in front of the school principal, as well as Mark, five police officers and about ten to fifteen teachers in the school hall. Chris stood behind his mother's chair.
"Can you recognise any of the men?" One of the policemen asked Christopher who shook his head in the negative. He was obviously afraid of the men in black. Who won't be? Not after the series of rumours that has been said about them. But a look at Mark's face gave him the much needed confidence.
"Two men were seated with us at the back of the van, two other men were seated with the driver in front. They were all on mask, until one of the men behind us recieved a call from..." Chris tried to remember the name of the man he had called questionaire.
"From who?" A police officer barked.
"Don't you talk to my son like that. Can't you see he is just a little boy?" Tina warned.
"Am sorry Miss." The policeman bowed.
Chris tried to cast his mind back to the events of the previous day, how he wished his mother had questioned him the moment they got home in the evening, because by then, he could still remember everything, word for word. But his mother insisted that he took adequate rest and now, everything had evaporated.
"He said Danny..."
"Danny Lovato?" One of the teachers chipped in.
"Yes Aunty." He replied.
Everyone in the room, aside the policemen, Tina and Mark flinched in fear. They couldn't imagine what the other unlucky boys were facing in the hands of Danny Lovato.
"And you said, one of the security guards assisted them during the abduction?" Mark asked.
"Yes."
"Can you recognise him?" He asked.
"We have him in custody already, same with the teacher who was taking them sports at the time of the kidnapp." A police officer chipped in.
"Good. Send him over to N.A.T.U for questioning. Delay is dangerous." Mark said to the policemen.
"Okay sir." They nodded.

--to be continued--

--continuation--
By the time Chichi returned to her brother's room, she still met Adeola sprawled to the ground, still in tears.
"Ade.." Chichi called as she tapped her brother's wife.
"Yes?" Adeola replied sitting up.
"Stand up please." Chichi said.
Adeola gave her sister-in-law a searching look before rising up on his feet, afterall, Chichi was always on her side.
"What will you like to take for dinner?" Chichi asked leading her to the bed.
"I am not hungry." Adeola replied weakly.
"But you must eat something, the doctor said you should spend the rest of this weeks eating and taking adequate rest, which is why I am here. You must eat o." Chichi explained.
"Aunty Chichi, you mean I should eat?" Adeola asked.
"Of course you should. You must."
"With this condition that I am? You mean I should eat? Daniel brought a woman home and slept with her on our matrimonial bed just because I was admitted for a few days in the hospital. What do you think would if I was dead? He definitely will re-marry after a day or two. And not just any lady is the lady in question, but Magaret, his secretary. Remember the scandal between them that almost broke our marriage two years ago, are we not set for another divorce process?" Adeola cried.
"Listen to me, Ade. Daniel is married to you, he is your legal husband. Magaret or whatever you called her is just a looser. While you remain his lawfully wedded wife, she only satisfy his sexual cravings, being a side chic." Chichi explained.
"Can't I satisfy my husband's sexual urge? Am I not his wife. I can't stand sharing my man with anybody...." Adeola's voice trailed off.
"But that doesn't stop you from being his wife. And in our family, it is you we know. Every other women in his life can go to hell."
"Now, only God knows where he went to. I pray he encounter no harm on his way." Adeola cried.
"He could have gone anywhere, but believe me, he has only gone to clear his head. He will return to your arms tonight." Chichi consoled.
"Are you sure?" Adeola asked.
"Be rest assured." Chichi replied.
"But, I didn't go overboard with my reaction, did I? I mean, no woman would be happy seeing another woman's underwear on her matrimonial bed." Adeola asked.
"Your reaction was normal, but you were a bit overboard. No matter his offence, you shouldn't have slapped him, he still is the man." Chichi replied.
"You know, Daniel has changed and you know it."
"I noticed the change. I think his babymama is getting into his head. Just like I told you." Chichi said with a triumphant look.
"What do I do?"
"First things first. Do you have plans reporting Daniel to Dad and Mum?"
"No, I will handle it." Adeola replied.
Silence befell the room, save for the ticking of the clock.
"Come and eat first, then we know what step to take." Chichi said dragging his brother's wife out of the room.
"What did you prepare?"
"I saw stew in the kitchen, So I just did Amala." Chichi replied.
"Oh! I was expecting Akpu." Adeola laughed.
Five minutes later, the two ladies were seated at the dinning digging their fingers into the sizzling hot Amala which lay on their plates and the beef stew was dished in another plate.
"How come you got to know how to make Amala this much?" Adeola asked.
"Blame my mum who got married to an Igbo man, but jazzed him and made sure they settled down in Lagos, therefore, denying me the chance to know more about my paternal family."
Adeola was laughing hard as Chichi explained.
"You know, one can't really say if truly you are only related to Daniel because you are from the same mum. Everyone would think you are blood sibling to the core." Adeola said.
"That showed how much love we share." Chichi replied.
Silence enveloped the room once again.
"What about the kidnappers you met about Daniel's son?" Chichi asked as she washed her hand.
"They are waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike." Adeola replied.
"Better o. Cos delay is dangerous." Chichi enthused.

--to be continued--

Ishilove, I think its high time you helped my ministry. Over 30pages gone and over twenty three thousand views and this thread is yet to make frontpage. Na wa oh
Oga Seun, oya do something about it before I vex.

prettydiva89:
dee,na beg I beg,please update

No be sey I no wan update. In fact, the updates I planned on dropping are so ready, but my phone is dead. Until I charge my phone is when I will update. Shey you get?
And I can't type all over again with this phone I am using now, when I am not drunk. Therefore, you have to bear with me. As soon as I plug my phone into fire, I will update.

Divepen1:
Oga mi ooo
Name whyning be this or waiting

Na you be baba o

kitnah:
See who's talking o

Keep teasin urself

God is watching

See this woman sha

The people wey dey read this story wicked walahi. See as dem dey wish Mr Wole bad thing.

Are you passionate about writing? Do you have
stories in your head, but, you can't seem to put
them into writing? Worry no more, for someone
is breaking down the things to note when
writing a story. When you read it, you realise
that Chimamand Adichie is no doing anything special, other than write nd research. https://www.nairaland.com/2252805/want-
learn-how-write-stories#32668458 Even as a reader, u cud learn a thing or two, then
in future you can also criticise any literary work.
There is also a blog to that effect; https:// stayedeyes./2015/04/13/ character-1/ https://stayedeyes./2015/04/13/ character-2/
Hopefully, we can learn one or two things.

Are you passionate about writing? Do you have stories in your head, but, you can't seem to put them into writing? Worry no more, for someone is breaking down the things to note when writing a story. When you read it, you realise that Chimamand Adichie is no doing anything special, other than write nd research.
https://www.nairaland.com/2252805/want-learn-how-write-stories#32668458
Even as a reader, u cud learn a thing or two, then in future you can also criticise any literary work.
There is also a blog to that effect; https://stayedeyes./2015/04/13/
character-1/
https://stayedeyes./2015/04/13/
character-2/
Hopefully, we can learn one or two things.

Observing like an election observer. Walahi, I must learn something before I comot this place today.
Good job baba Divepen...
Lemme put up the links on my thread, maybe learners like me will come over to learn.

princesssusan:
D9ty7 i see ur handwrk,i‘m greatful.
Actually the story is of recent happenening but you know we still have few obedient children/wife till date.
Yea is the fone i‘m using when i typed, the spacing will be okay to me bt when i update it i‘ll see something different pls bear wit me 4 d mean tym.
Tnk you so much 4 taking out ur tym to read n to correct, i appreciate.

That's true... There is still room for all of us to improve. So,as long as I am here, I will be pointing out some errors... The same way some people are pointing out mine... Next update abeg

prettydiva89:
9:06,no update....let me kindly wait till 11

That 11 get as e be o, but hopefully, I go update before that time

winningbt:
Best writer - D9ty7

I really appreciate you voting for me, but I can no longer be voted for cos I have won this award/prize before. Vote for one of Kizzykeziah, Kitnah and Jezuzboi as the best newcomer of the month. If you have not read their works, you can do that now and vote for whoever you deem is qualified to win.
Then vote 1, 2, 3 other writers as the best writer(s) of the month.

TrishaP:
"Anita has some explaining to do" hot seat.

Good morning d9ty7. Thanks for this breakfast.

*I'm glad Serena now has a mind of her own*

Morning ma'am. Lol @b.olded. So whose mind has she been using?

Princesssusan, I will just point out some errors I have noticed in the story. I would have loved to quote your updates, but there is no time to do that, so I will just point them out anyways.
1. Your use of Tenses: I want to believe you are writing in past tense or you intend to write in the past tense. I may be wrong cos I am not a grammarian, but I think your narrations should go like; Rabe walkED out of his room and switchED on the tele as he sat down to watch the early morning news. Take note of your tenses, that's all I can tell you.
2. Story time: I have a question about this. When exactly is the story taking place? Is it in the present day or in the past, like when the world was still dark and uncivillised. The way you potrayed Rabe doesn't show that the story is in the present. And I saw you say something about television, which means, there is a bit of civillisation in the story. Maybe in the early 2000 or late 90s, just clearify abeg.
To have Rabe's wife endure the abuse, then the story must be way back in the past. I mean, no woman will stay in an abusive marriage in the present day.
3. Paragraphing and spacing: I don't know the kind of phone you use in typing. Therefore, the above may be due to the phone you use. If it is down to the phone, then you can continue, afterall you can't change phone cos you want to post your stories online.
4. Dialogue: This is a very important aspect of a story, either prose or drama. Aside you letting us feel the story from your narration, we should feel whatever the characters feel from what they say. And please, I had problem reading up your updates, you know why? I can't differentiate between a character talking and you narrating. To solve that problem, you could let your update look like this;
Rabe walked out of his room and switched on the tele as he sat down to watch the early morning news.
"Abdullahi...." He shouted his son's name.
"Saaaaaaaah." Abdullahi replied as he ran into the living room. "Saanu baba." He greeted.
"Ida lafia?" His father asked.
"Alhamdullilahi." Abdullahi replied.

That way, one can differentiate between a conversation(dialogue) and narration.
What other thing? That's all for now. Maybe before the end of the day, I will go over the updates once again to scout for more errors.
All in all, you have a good start to the story. We don't see stories like this everyday on Nairaland. All we see are the Range rover evoque and salads. See you later at the top.