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 Literature › Re: Dailyguide Easter Write And Win Contest. by dewalt(m): 6:03pm On Apr 17, 2017 |
dailyguide:I have sent several messages through the email add on that link but it is not delivering. |
| Literature › Re: Mary And I (1) by dewalt(op): 5:23pm On Apr 15, 2017 |
drewsman:thank you bro |
| Literature › Re: Mary And I (1) by dewalt(op): 5:18pm On Apr 15, 2017 |
MARY AND I (15) Then there was this sudden darkness, I no longer see, I tapped my eyes and realized that I was not blind, my eyes were functioning perfectly also there was total silence and this very cool breeze which could be compared to an air-conditioner room. I was there for almost 30 minutes before I could see again, the reason for the on and off was far beyond my comprehension, I quickly ran towards Rose's house because I knew what Mary can do. My guess was truly right, there was a serious battle between the duo, they were hurling abusive words and cursing each other, Laide tried to stop them but his effort was fruitless, none of them even considered my helpless corpse as if the fight will restore my soul. I pitied Rose the most, I tried the little within my capacity to make her understand why she should not fight Mary but she appeared to be ready for the worst. Let me tell you, you cannot kill me the same way you have been killing people, you have no secret before me and you know it, you can kill everybody but as for me, he who liveth in me is more than the world in totality (said Rose). Do I care if you have any secret, do you think I care if you open that your gutter which you called mouth and vomit whatever that is in it? You can vomit as much as you want, I dont care (Mary responded) Just as she kept using the word vomit in place of talk for Rose, she started vomitting immediately, all the alcohol which she consumed the previous evening came out of her mouth including the fish pepper soup which she ate at the beer parlour. Everybody was begin her for mercy even Rose was on her knee to apologise because she could no longer talk, every attempt she made to utter a word turns to vomit. Mary turned to a villain heroine as no one could look her in the eyes, nobody wanted her to use any negative word on him/her, within the twinkling of an eye the scene of the incident which was Rose's house was empty, everyone left including Laide. I was there helplessly, I was looking at Rose with tears on my eyes and hers, I wish God could just empower me immediately I could have turned her to goat or one worthless animal but I was handicapped. Suddenly, Mary raised her head up and her eyes met mine, I nearly entered the ground on which I stood, her eyes were as red as ripe pepper, she frowned her face and what I saw was nothing but leopard, she looked so scary that even Satan cannot withstand such a look, she was a monster. I bowed my head down and went on my knee, I had forgotten that I was dead already and nothing could be worse than that. Look here Jude, you may not be visible to others but I can see you, you think I am the type of girl you can play prank with? You have missed the road already, yes you are dead but I am going to kill you over and over again, I will make you useless that you will not be allowed here and not be welcomed there. Stupid fool (Said Mary). I was not afraid of the threat by Mary but I was concerned about Rose. Listen Mary, (I was still on my knee shedding tears and taken pity on Rose) I did not force you in the first place but you lured me into it, I have accepted my fate anyway, in fact you can mould me anyhow you like but please for the sake of God, leave Rose out of this, she is.......to be contd. © LUQMAN A. ALAWODE |
| Literature › Re: Get Free Website Once You Publish Your Book With Us by dewalt(m): 8:38pm On Apr 14, 2017 |
9jamentors:pls make it clearer, publish with you. HOW? online or print? |
| Literature › Re: Dailyguide Easter Write And Win Contest. by dewalt(m): 1:33pm On Apr 14, 2017 |
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| Literature › Re: Need A Good Writer by dewalt(m): 1:28pm On Apr 14, 2017 |
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| Literature › Re: Mary And I (1) by dewalt(op): 8:47pm On Apr 13, 2017 |
cc: SalJay, richiearmany14 , drewsman sirblero Babysuccess02 OMA42 brownsugalin Larrysun Daty7 rapmike chistar01 Diamondwriter. Please I know that you guys are great writers, can you criticize this for me? |
| Literature › Re: Mary And I (1) by dewalt(op): 4:12pm On Apr 13, 2017 |
MARY AND I (14) I knew one thing for sure that even if the whole world gathered to play such a prank on me, my mom will never join the wagon, not even when I just told her about some spiritual challenges the previous day. I picked my phone which I believed was in my pocket and dialed her digit several times but amazingly my mom too refused to respond to my call. What the hell is going on (I was confused), this is becoming so unbearable, how could my mom, my own mother join these riff-raff or is something happening that I did not notice. While I sat down on the chair and looking at them as they were acting their drama, Laide picked something on the bed which he called my phone. I suddenly realized that he was talking to my mom on phone, he put it in speaker so others could hear the conversation. Mom: Good morning my son, where have you put your phone since last night that I have been calling you Laide: (In a very soft and sad tone) Mom, this is not Jude, it is Laide ma Mom: Laide, how are you, where is your friend? His line has not been going through since Laide: Mom, there is trouble ma, Jude... Mom: What happened (she cut in) what happened Laide, where is Jude? Is he fine, is he alright, what happened to him? Please give him the phone let me hear his voice. Laide: (he became a stammerer suddenly as he did not know how to break the bad news) we.......w....e were together on campus yesterday ma, though he was moody and I still called him in the evening only to hear this morning th.......at Jude gave up the gh.......ost. Mom: What? (That was the last sound that my mom made on phone till the call ended). Given up the ghost was what I heard that shed light on what was happening, I was shocked and heartbroken, I could not believe that I was dead already, I cried for help, tried to create attention hoping that God might use someone to rescue me but it appeared that I was operating on a different level. They were touching and rolling something on the bed which they reffered to as my body but I saw nothing, all I knew was that they had declared me dead already and everyone that comes around treated me as such. I decided to take a walk down the street since I was alone in the crowd. There was a particular mango tree on the street under which Iyalaje sells palmwine and I do patronize her once in a while, not only because of her original palmwine but also because of the different issues that people do discuss there. I always love it especially if I see the likes of Charles and Tunde there, they were good at analysing politics and development of which those areas were my specializations too. Though I dont like sport as such but it was always fun seeing Adams, Uche and Rasqie analysing sport after some cups of palmwine. I got to Iyalaje's shop though no one noticed my presence but I dont give a damn, I was only waiting for the next line of action from God if my soul would be restored or finally taken to heaven. I saw Biggie and his girlfriend but their line of discussion further broken my heart. In my entire life, I had never seen anyone envying the dead until that day. His girlfriend actually felt for me, she pitied my parent for such a great loss and expressed her sympathy but Biggie whom we grew up on the same street, attended the same primary school and got admission a year after me rubished her feelings and painted me black. Everyone that knew Biggie and I together would call us friend but I never knew he kept grudges against me. The grudges started when we were in primary school, there was a year when I came 2nd in class and Biggie came 12th but in an attempt to please his mom he managed to clean off the first figure 1 which left him with 2th on the report card and his mom never bothered about nd and th. The following day we met at a supermarket where my mom usually take me for shopping, I innocently congratulated him that his mom decided to motivate him for the first time without minding his result, he was blinking and winking his eyes but unfortunately I did not understand what he meant until his mom found out that he manipulated his result. I thought that had already become a thing of the past but I realised that I was only fooling myself when he bad mouthed me in the presence of his girlfriend. I felt so bad, where I thought would be lively further worsen my condition, I was soaked in tears, shortly after Biggie and his girlfriend left, I saw Mary running towards Rose's house, she was weeping and running.........to be continued ©LUQMAN A. ALAWODE |
| Literature › Re: Mary And I (1) by dewalt(op): 10:57pm On Apr 11, 2017 |
MARY AND I (13) Though I had no courage to go out at that hour, I still pretended to Rose that I wanted to leave until she begged me not to go and waste my life, she promised me heaven and earth to make sure that I was safe, she begged for forgiveness for not telling me whom Mary was and explained the reason behind it. I felt like a king seeing Rose on her knee to apologise to me for the very first time since our relationship, I begged her too for forgiveness, I also took my time to explain how Mary lead me to seven seven hotel where I saw her with a strange man and I established that as the reason for my action meanwhile I knew within me that the madness started earlier in the day before the hotel scene. In a nutshell, Rose and I settled our differences, we both apologized to eachother and agreed to deal with the lingering issue together since we believed that none of us was safe in the hand of Mary. Rose could be her target since she was the only rival/obstacle she has, and my case, I could be penalized for breaking her heart, in fact she could get rid of us both for the reasons above. According to Rose, Mary can be compared to a serpent who cares not about others regardless of her relationship with the person. Consequence upon the settlement of our differences we both prayed together like never before and agreed to travel home the following morning to see my mom as early as possible before it got out of hand. Early in the morning, I woke up and dressed with the intention of going to my house to change my dress, suddenly I saw Rose crying and rolling on the floor of her room and within the twinkling of an eye there was a gathering of people, obviously they came to sympathise with her but I was surprised that I didnt know why she was crying and the reason for the gathering. The most annoying part of it was that everyone treated my like invisible. What the hell is going on here (I asked Rose) but Rose also did not respond to me. I was there standing all alone and looking for answer to my question when Laide rushed, I wondered who told him that Rose was crying for no reason and people were there to sympathise with her but to my surprise, I approached Laide and advance a handshake to him as usual but he snubbed me, he also joined others to treat me like am not in existence. I shouted to the top of my voice to stop the madness but no one look at my side until I heard Laide petting and asking Rose questions "how did it happen? We were together on campus yesterday, though he was moody but he didnt complain of any sickness, in fact, there was no sign of sickness in him" It seems this guy is insane, what exactly is this stupid guy saying, how can he be asking such question when I am here with him (I faced him, Laide, are you blind? I am right here before you or who are you referring to as he?) The whole thing look like April fool prank but the day was not 1st of April. I started feeling somehow and wished that someone could explain the situation to me......to be contd. ©LUQMAN A. ALAWODE |
| Webmasters › Re: 8 Blogging Habits Of A Good Blogger by dewalt(m): 8:43am On Apr 11, 2017 |
mokoshalb:I love this and I will like to learn from you, hope I can get in touch. my whatsapp number is 08062442573. thank you |
| Literature › Re: Mary And I (1) by dewalt(op): 7:50am On Apr 11, 2017 |
Babysuccess02:sorry for the late response, I got an engagement yesterday so I was unable to go online |
| Literature › Re: Mary And I (1) by dewalt(op): 7:48am On Apr 11, 2017 |
MARY AND I (12) Mary kept calling my phone until the 10th time that I decided to respond to her call, I could have switched the phone off but the revelation from the drunk Rose had scared me already, I was afraid that she might know that I switched it off intentionally. Me: Hi girlfriend (in pretence but sad mood) Mary: Jude, where are you,why are you not picking my calls, besides you didnt tell me that you wont sleep at home tonight, I had cooked for you and I already (she asked too many questions at a time) Me: (imagine this ogbanje, she cooked for us, oloshi, she want me to come and eat so I can die once and for all) Sorry please, I didnt know that I will not be able to come back home. Mary: what do you mean, do you want my food to waste? No way, please tell me where you are and I will come and meet you there if you know that it is too late for you to come alone Me: (Na by force to go home? Well, a man must die ones, it is better I let her know that I am still in a relationship with Rose) dont worry please, I am with Rose and I cant leave her in this condition, she is not okay and I need to take care of her. Mary: What, dont tell me that you are still seeing that LovePeddler despite what she did to you. Me: Dont worry Mary, I think I can handle it, thank you. Only God knows where the courage came from, I banged the call on her after I made my point clear, I was sure that she will not be happy with my response and action but I had made up my mind to put an end to the nonsense between us only that I dont know what the consequence will be. Rose slept off while crying on the bed but I was there thinking of who will help me out, calling my mom at that ungodly hour could give her high blood pressure especially if she found out that I was dealing with ogbanje because Bro John, one of the choirs in our church once had similar experience and died in the course of deliverance, though he could have succeeded the attack but our pastor got to know at the 11th hour. Hearing that I was a victim of similar case would be so unbearable for my mom so I decided not to call her until morning. Sleeping became a taboo for me I could not close my eyes for the fear of being killed overnight. At exactly 3:00 a.m, my girlfriend woke up, obviously she wanted to ease herself but was surprised to see me in her room, she was surprised to see bottles of heineken and regal dry gin on the floor of her room, she was surprised seeing herself in a dress other than night gown. She could not help but talk to me though almost everything she said came in form of question which indicated that she was not comfortable with my presence. Rose: Jude, what are you doing here, why are you in my house? Please you are not welcome here so you can just do yourself a favour by opening that door (she pointed at the entrance/exit door) and walk out gently else I will embarrass you. I was just sitting down on the chair like a dummie all her talk has no effect on me because my mind was heavier. Rose: I believe you are not deaf, I want to use the convenience now and if I come back and meet you here, you will regret ever knowing me, I swear (she left for the toilet and came back after two minutes, I thought her mind would be softening when she returned but she seems to be ready for a face off) Me: Rose please sit down and stop this noise Rose: sit down for what? I am not ready for any discussion, just leave my house Me: Well, I will leave, in fact I am ready to leave (I stood up and face the door), before I leave, I have this to say. Please Rose, Please, if I die please dont cry for me, if I die please dont cry for me, if I die please dont cry for me. I know that my days are numbered, I know that this may be my last breath, I know that I may be facing my six feet anytime soon but please if I die, dont cry for me (I approached the door but Rose ran to me immediately, she held my cloth and fell on her knee, her eyes swelled, she could not help but cry like a baby that is being denied of breastmilk) let me go Rose, please let me go, I am ready to face the consequence of my promiscuity..... © LUQMAN A. ALAWODE |
| Literature › Re: Mary And I (1) by dewalt(op): 7:18pm On Apr 09, 2017 |
Babysuccess02:Thanks ma'am, next episode drops shortly |
| Literature › Re: Mary And I (1) by dewalt(op): 6:40am On Apr 09, 2017 |
MARY AND I (11) What! Oh Jesus who on earth did this to Rose, she appeared to be drunk and lost her senses though I had never seen her drinking anything alcohol, she detest and preaches against it. She entered the room with one clear bottle of heineken in her hand and some bottles of small regal dry gin in her bag. Obviously she had over drunk herself. Rose what is the meaning of this, when did you start drinking alcohol to the extent of loosing control ( I questioned her, forgetting that I was there to beg, but all my questions were not relevant as all that came from her mouth were gibberish. Her condition was advantageous to me as she revealed the reason for her action when she sighted Mary in my room the previous night and some other things that ordinarily she would keep as secret if not drunk. Me: Rose why this, why are you this drunk, ehn why? I pet her to sleep but she refused rather she continued displaying high level of intoxication Rose: look here Mr man, dont think that I am drunk and dont know what I am saying Me: I know that you are not drunk but please sleep, we will talk better in the morning. Rose: not you and I, see there is one stupid boy, Jude or what is his name, do you know him? That boy is very stupid, imagine he is playing upon my intelligence. Hmmmmmm hahaha(she laugh uncontrollably) if I catch him, I am gonna strangle him to death, imagine, imagine my so-called boyfriend is going down with Mary, Mary of all girls, is he not suppose to read between the lines? Hahaha, you think I am drunk abi Jude Jude, I can see you clearly (she opened her bag, brought out a small size regal dry gin, opened and was about drinking it but I stopped her and parked all the drinks away from her, then she continued her prattle. Hmmmm Laide Laide, I know that Jude is your friend, tell him, tell him when you see him, tell him that I could not tell him all these while for the fear of what might happen afterwards. Mary is not for him, she is not his mate in all ramifications,she is ogbanje, we grew up together in the same street and I know her too well, in fact her spirit killed her dad when she was eight, our senior girl who fought with her when we were in primary school never lived to see the next day even her mother, her mom's left hand is not balance up till today because she flogged her. Oya tell me, do you think I will fight with Mary? Oh no, I will rather run away for my dear life. Laide (she hugged me and held me so tight to herself, she shed tears and suddenly burst into laughter and pushed me away) tell Jude that I loved him and I still do but I cannot compete with Mary, not in my entire life, I cannot allow her to kill me the same way she killed our Government teacher while in Secondary school, the man died of thunder the day he raped her. All these revelations got me shocked, I have never heard such neither do I have a slight clue, I could not pet Rose to sleep any longer rather I was thinking of how I will not die in the hand of Mary. God, so Rose had been hidden something that is as serious as this from me, no wonder she suddenly turned to zombie when she met Mary in my room despite all her swag before I opened the door. (hahaha, she laughed out again as I was still thinking) you think I am drunk right? (she felt sober suddenly like she was not the one doing the talking earlier on) Oh my God, Mary eventually got my Jude, yes it was all my fault, why did I not tell him ehn why? If Jude die in the hand of this girl honestly I will not forgive myself (she was weeping seriously but I was surprised that she didnt know that I was the one with her). My BP rise almost immediately she mentioned death couple with the dream that I had the previous night, the fact that I could die any moment was as scary as someone that is just confirmed HIV positive. Few minutes past 11, my phone rang though I was still thinking of relating the development with Iya Adura while Rose was also on the bed crying, I brought out my phone from my pocket and discovered that the caller was Mary, I almost collapse, it was as if I was been chased by death already, I did not know what to do either to answer the call or ignore........to be contd © LUQMAN A. ALAWODE |
| Literature › Re: Mary And I (1) by dewalt(op): 11:56pm On Apr 08, 2017 |
MARY AND I (11) What! Oh Jesus who on earth did this to Rose, she appeared to be drunk and lost her senses though I had never seen her drinking anything alcohol, she detest and preaches against it. She entered the room with one clear bottle of heineken in her hand and some bottles of small regal dry gin in her bag. Obviously she had over drunk herself. Rose what is the meaning of this, when did you start drinking alcohol to the extent of loosing control ( I questioned her, forgetting that I was there to beg, but all my questions were not relevant as all that came from her mouth were gibberish. Her condition was advantageous to me as she revealed the reason for her action when she sighted Mary in my room the previous night and some other things that ordinarily she would keep as secret if not drunk. Me: Rose why this, why are you this drunk, ehn why? I pet her to sleep but she refused rather she continued displaying high level of intoxication Rose: look here Mr man, dont think that I am drunk and dont know what I am saying Me: I know that you are not drunk but please sleep, we will talk better in the morning. Rose: not you and I, see there is one stupid boy, Jude or what is his name, do you know him? That boy is very stupid, imagine he is playing upon my intelligence. Hmmmmmm hahaha(she laugh uncontrollably) if I catch him, I am gonna strangle him to death, imagine, imagine my so-called boyfriend is going down with Mary, Mary of all girls, is he not suppose to read between the lines? Hahaha, you think I am drunk abi Jude Jude, I can see you clearly (she opened her bag, brought out a small size regal dry gin, opened and was about drinking it but I stopped her and parked all the drinks away from her, then she continued her prattle. Hmmmm Laide Laide, I know that Jude is your friend, tell him, tell him when you see him, tell him that I could not tell him all these while for the fear of what might happen afterwards. Mary is not for him, she is not his mate in all ramifications,she is ogbanje, we grew up together in the same street and I know her too well, in fact her spirit killed her dad when she was eight, our senior girl who fought with her when we were in primary school never lived to see the next day even her mother, her mom's left hand is not balance up till today because she flogged her. Oya tell me, do you think I will fight with Mary? Oh no, I will rather run away for my dear life. Laide (she hugged me and held me so tight to herself, she shed tears and suddenly burst into laughter and pushed me away) tell Jude that I loved him and I still do but I cannot compete with Mary, not in my entire life, I cannot allow her to kill me the same way she killed our Government teacher while in Secondary school, the man died of thunder the day he raped her. All these revelations got me shocked, I have never heard such neither do I have a slight clue, I could not pet Rose to sleep any longer rather I was thinking of how I will not die in the hand of Mary. God, so Rose had been hidden something that is as serious as this from me, no wonder she suddenly turned to zombie when she met Mary in my room despite all her swag before I opened the door. (hahaha, she laughed out again as I was still thinking) you think I am drunk right? (she felt sober suddenly like she was not the one doing the talking earlier on) Oh my God, Mary eventually got my Jude, yes it was all my fault, why did I not tell him ehn why? If Jude die in the hand of this girl honestly I will not forgive myself (she was weeping seriously but I was surprised that she didnt know that I was the one with her). My BP rise almost immediately she mentioned death couple with the dream that I had the previous night, the fact that I could die any moment was as scary as someone that is just confirmed HIV positive. Few minutes past 11, my phone rang though I was still thinking of relating the development with Iya Adura while Rose was also on the bed crying, I brought out my phone from my pocket and discovered that the caller was Mary, I almost collapse, it was as if I was been chased by death already, I did not know what to do either to answer the call or ignore........to be continued © LUQMAN A. ALAWODE |
| Literature › Re: Mary And I (1) by dewalt(op): 10:44pm On Apr 07, 2017 |
SalJay:thank you sir |
| Literature › Re: Mary And I (1) by dewalt(op): 10:42pm On Apr 07, 2017 |
I actually appreciate everyone that read, comment and clicked like on this story, I wish to intimate you that this is my first story on Nairaland and I wont mind positive criticism to enable me improve. Meanwhile, in appreciation of your time and data, I will give out #1000 naira card to the first person that get answer to my question right at the end of this short story. Thank you as you follow the story. God bless. |
| Literature › Re: Mary And I (1) by dewalt(op): 10:31pm On Apr 07, 2017 |
MARY AND I (10) She moved closer to me as I was also taking steps backward till I got to the wall, series of strategies were running on my head, I thought of attacking her since she was a ladyI believed that I would over power her but I was afraid I might miss my target, another thought came to my head when I looked at my table and saw the glass cup that I used in the morning there, I felt like trowing the cup at her. Mary noticed the fear on my face, she looked so innocent and confused, she was wondering why I took the knife in her hand so serious, mtchew, she hissed at me and went straight to my kitchen where she took two onions and went back to her room. That was not strange though, I do use her things and she uses mine as well. I felt a great relief when she left, I thought the nightmare was about coming to pass alas, she only came to my room to take care of her need. Few minutes later, there was a text message on my phone from a mobile number that was not registered in my phonebook, it read "You this son of a bitch, you told me that you were sick and I was disturbed, you later came to me and lied that you were okay which I also took in good fate, I never knew that you had a hidden agenda, I would not have wasted my time to check on you. For your information, Uncle Sam was arround yesterday evening when you left my house and I went to meet him at seven seven hotel where he gave me a cheque of $7500 written in your name to help us start our business as proposed. I regret ever letting your love blind me to this extent. Dont ever bother to call or check on me, this relationship is over because I have also moved on with my life". Water was rolling down my eyes as I read the message. "what the hell is happening to me, why, God why, why did I not see this coming, why did I fall for temptation, oh God why" so it was Uncle Sam that was with Rose last night, could it be that Mary knew about this and tricked me to the hotel? But why did I not take my time to see his face before I concluded. I knew that I had got it wrong, I knew that my lust for Mary had brought me down, I knew that if I was not careful I might loose Rose but I also believed that if I handle the matter with maturity I may be considered for a second chance because if she no longer love me she wont bother sending the text message. I put on a three quarter shot and polo shirt then headed straight to her house, I knew she wont expect me to come but I was ready to pay the prize for my action. On my way, my phone rang, it was Laide though I was reluctant to answer it but he kept calling until the third time. Me: Hi Laide (in a dull tone) Laide: My chairman, the man wey sabi, how far now, how last night parole? Me: I beg bone that talk, which kind unfortunate parole Laide: Wetin happen na? No tell me say you don use your mumu spoil show for yourself again with the opportunity that avail itself before you, abi you still dey think about Rose (he laugh out loud), e dey happen guy that one don follow baba olowo be that, you gotta move on guy. I was not comfortable with my conversation with Laide as it appeared that we were both operating on different level at that moment, I banged the call, my mind centred only on getting my babe back. I got to her house and the door was locked, obviously she was not at home but that never pose any problem as I had a key to the room, I unlocked the door, entered the room and sat down gently on the bed while I was expecting her to return from wherever she went to. Seconds ran to minutes and minutes to hours, Rose was no where to be found till around 9pm then another thinking set in. "God, I hope Rose has not gone back to Uncle Sam to return the cheque, oh that will be disastrous, what I have been praying for even Iya adura joined me in prayer for Uncle Sam's promise to materialize then I remembered that I did not said the usual morning prayer before I left home in the morning. I had prayed for over 30 minutes when Rose came down from okada, I peeped through her window and saw the okada man helping her to balance well, she staggered and managed to take steps into her room with extra bottle of heineken in her hand...... What? Oh Jesus, who is........to be continued © LUQMAN A. ALAWODE |
| Literature › Re: Mary And I (1) by dewalt(op): 11:09pm On Apr 06, 2017 |
MARY AND I (9) I jumped off my bed immediately and ran straight to the kitchen, I had no time to pray as I woke up late already, my kitchen was as rough as anything, the last time I used it was the previous day while preparing my lunch after which the aroma of ogbono soup prepared by Mary scattered everything. I managed to rinse my plate and pot then boiled a satchet of noodles. I checked Mary's room on my way out and realized that she had gone to school, that was the very first time in history that Mary left for school without calling me, Debby's door was also locked which was a clear inidication that she had gone out and Rose also left. The activity on campus was not very okay with me throughout the day as I was thinking about the dreadful nightmare, I wish I could relate it with Laide or anyone else but the fear of complications or calling me mumu again would not let me so I was all alone with my thinking, then I remembered that my mom who is popularly called Iya adura because of her prayeraholic nature can fight for me incase the dream has any negative meaning so I put a call straight to her. Me: Hello mom Mom: oko mi ayanfe, omo eso ikoyi, arin gbere bi eni egbe n dun (she greeted me the way she usually do) how are you? Me: Mom, I am not fine Mom: What! What happened? Did you fight with anyone Me: Mom, this is more than fighting with someone, in fact it is a spiritual matter Mom: Spiritual? You are already above your enemies my son "owo ti ogede ba gbe, a fi na ara e ni" tell me what happen, is anyone threatning you? I narrated everything to my mom, without any hidden part since she had been a great mom and best friend ever since my childhood Mom: Oh my God, Ayanfe why did you fall for such a cheap temptation? You allowed yourself to be trapped by a woman despite all my advice. Oh no no no, you disappointed me. By the way, where are you now? Me: am back from school, I am home already. I was on phone with my mom when Mary opened my door without a knock, she wore a red short, red top and red head tie like Sango (God of thunder) with a well sharpened knife in her hand. I remembered how the nightmare happened again, unconciously I dropped the call with mom and I screamed like never before but it seems there was no one else at home apart from Mary and I. I dropped my phone on the bed immediately, stood up and started begging for mercy. Me: (stuttering) pl.......pl.....plsssss....please Mary, please dont kill me please, I beg you in the name of whatever you serve, I never meant any harm against you, I was only playing along as a man since you showed me love, pls Mary, please spare my life, just tell me anything you need and I am more than ready to give you. Please spare my life...to be continued © LUQMAN A. ALAWODE |
| Literature › Re: Mary And I (1) by dewalt(op): 10:05pm On Apr 05, 2017 |
Thank you boss, noted |
| Literature › Re: Mary And I (1) by dewalt(op): 10:04pm On Apr 05, 2017 |
MARY AND I (  The night was so long for me, hours started counting like days, in short six hours was like six days. I thought of confronting Mary, I felt like going into her room that night and give it whatever it takes to know why everything happened the way it did but a mind told me that I was about tapping cobra's tail: confronting her could be suicide. I also thought of going into Debby's room to talk to Rose, I was sure that if I pet her she would listen to me and we can iron everything out including the one she did at the hotel but Debby was a problem, she will render my effort useless, in fact she will not open the door for me, she is such a stubborn babe. While I was thinking and wishing that such a Sunday never exist, I slept off and this horrible dream began: I was in a dungeon, a hole as deep as 24 feet and 24 feet wide, everywhere was dark which made it practically impossible for me to see anything, all I knew was that there was a sound like lion roaring which seems to be so close to me, I cried for help but there was no one to rescue me, suddenly there was light, my eyes were clear and I could see vividly. At first, I thought the light was a blessing that will enable me to find my way out, alas, it was to compound my problem it was then I realized that the blind lives with a great advantage "what one cannot see hardly scares him". I have been hearing the sound of a lion though I knew how deadly a lion could be but my fear was not centred on it until there was light, then I realized that the lion was right there with me in the dungeon. It was a very big one, hairy and scary, the look on its face alone could kill. Oh God of mercy (I screamed as loud as I could), Oh Lord even if I must die at this young age, dont let it be in the hand of this animal(I prayed aloud). It was as if the deadly lion understood my prayer or as if God gave me immediate answer. The roaring stopped, it moved 14 steps away from me and yawn. The next thing I saw was transformation, the lion transformed immediately to human and the most scaring part of it was that the person was Mary with machet in her hand. I was confused, so I have been seeing Mary all this while or was I seeing Lion. Me: Mary, what is going on here? So you were the scary lion, tell me how the hell I got in here Mary: we were trapped Jude, we were trapped Me: trapped, who trapped us, how? I had not finished my questions when she started moving closer to me with her innocent look and machet in her hand, she butchered me like a cow in abattoir, I was soaked in blood and she stood right there making jest of me Mary: you fool, you fool, you are nothing but a fool. While I was battling with my life in the dungeon, I suddenly opened my eyes and was sweatning vigorously, it was 9am already and my lecture was supposed to be 8am. Oh my God, so it was a mere dream, ah this is serious could it be the consequence of what I was thinking about the previous night? © LUQMAN A. ALAWODE |
| Literature › Re: Mary And I (1) by dewalt(op): 4:50pm On Apr 04, 2017 |
drewsman:Thank you boss |
| Literature › Re: Mary And I (1) by dewalt(op): 4:46pm On Apr 04, 2017 |
MARY AND I (7) I thought Mary would lack the courage to leave my room but to my suprise she left, I tried all I could to held her back but my effort seem not enough to stop the angry Mary. Was it wrong for me to demand for explanation(I was thinking) I dont think so because that was what every reasonable person will do if in my shoe. How can I explain the sudden cold where everything were already burning, Rose was hotter than fire before I opened the door and I knew her so well, though she was not the bellicose type, she was not a dummie either, she fought where necessary and maintained gentility if not provoked by anyone. The case of Rose was minor compare to Debby who always go berserk at every little thing she never take insult nor concede defeat, her popular slogan was "fight to finish" That little scenario got me crazy as I was all alone in my room and I had no one to share my experience with at that moment, I wish it was day time when I can call Laide my main man, he may have experienced such in the past, while I was thinking my mind flashed back to a certain scene on campus which happened the previous semester. It was the beginning of a new session and Dr Albert who never take a no for answer wanted to change his girls as usual, he sent me to Mary and I could not resist his errand becauae of his wicked nature, I was actually scared and pitied Mary but I had no option. Mary felt bad that day, she could not eat until I persuade her enough, I discussed lots of gimmicks with her which I believed that if she employed Dr. Albert might change his mind, but to our suprise, the news on campus the following day was unexpected. We left the house very early in the morning as usual to attend Dr Albert's class though Mary was reluctant she does not wish to go to class because she said that she was afraid to see the eyes of Dr. Albert who always intimidate students for his selfish interest but as a man, I encouraged and promised her that I would do everything within my best to help her out. Everyone was seated in silence while waiting for Mr No Nonsense as we used to call Dr. Albert when Emmy rushed into the class with a shocking news Emmy: Great Nigerian Student All: Great (we all thought aluta was about to start because our school fees had just been increased and we were not happy with the development) Emmy: I have brought nothing but a good news, have you heard? Chorus: WHAT? Emmy: it is with great pleasure that I am telling you that our Mr ever right, time conscious, students bully and Mr No Nonsense, Dr. Albert was admitted to the school teaching hospital yesterday night, a source said that a group of ladies waylay him yesterday on his way home and flogged him till he collapsed, it was revealed that he just advanced his wicked hand of lust to one babe on campus who decided to teach him that some bones are meant for dog, any man that eats it will have himself to blame. That day, the whole class turned to a party ground as we were all jubilating that at last some summoned courage to teach him a lesson. I came back to my senses, could it be that Mary was more than the ordinary Mary that I knew? If Dr. Albert could be dealt with the day he advanced his hand to her and Debby the lousy babe including Rose my babe could be this quite at the sight of her despite their bravado before the door was opened, it seems I have entered one chance. I thought I really need to know WHOM Mary was and WHY the sudden gentility on the part of Rose and Debby. © LUQMAN A. ALAWODE |
| Literature › Re: Mary And I (1) by dewalt(op): 7:03pm On Apr 02, 2017 |
MARY AND I (6) Mary started struggling with me, she wanted to open the door and face Rose but I was afraid of the consequence and the noise that could follow which will definitely alert the neighbours. Me: Mary please calm down, it is late already for God's sake. I was begging Mary while Rose was ranting at the door, it was obvious that she was battle ready Mary: Jude, are you a man? Leave Rose for me please I can assure you that she will bow down if she knew that I am the one here. I could not understand why Mary said so, could it be that they planned the whole thing, I was thinking of the way out and Rose continued shouting until Debby joined her. Debby was someone I could call her friend and informant, she always fed her with news about me both the good and the bad, she once told her that I was dating Mary until I proved her wrong. She was the happiest when she heard Rose's voice at my door that was why she joined her and they both demanded that I opened the door. Me: Mary, are you sure that you can handle it if I open this door? Dont forget that Debby is now with her and you know how lousy she is Mary: You are only complicating this issue, you just open this door and watch how I will handle them (she said and rest her back on the bed full of confidence) As I was trying to remove the bolt at the back of the door, Rose was all set to descend on whomever the lady may be, she blew in immediately the bolt was loosen but amazingly she was dumbfounded when she saw Mary on my bed even Debby could not utter a word further, the duo turned deaf and dumb and I was standing there like slowpoke, what I thought would be hot like fire suddenly turned cold. Mary: So Miss Debby, how can we help you? The last time I checked this matter is none of your business and if I were you I will turn back and hide in my shell. It was so hard to belief what I saw when the lousy Debby turned back without any response even Rose that was fully ready to give it hot to the lady inside followed Debby without a word, I was baffled as I could not establish the reason for the sudden change. I first though they were members of clandestine group and may be Mary was thier leader but I knew that could not be true because Mary was very close to me and I never suspected such. Mary: (with smile on her face and full confidence) did I not tell you that I can handle them? You only created unnecessary fear where none exist Me: NO! Mary, this is beyond what I thought and I am sure that there is more to their reactions, in fact, I demand explanation NOW, else you too will have to leave my room immediately. Mary: Leave your room, is that a threat? Am sorry, I dont really care so you think I will be begging you? Come off it man, I can actually sleep alone in my room without you. © LUQMAN A. ALAWODE |
| Literature › Re: Mary And I (1) by dewalt(op): 7:03pm On Apr 02, 2017 |
Am sorry, I was away |
| Literature › Civilization - An Alien In Our Land by dewalt(op): 6:51pm On Mar 19, 2017 |
It is my belief that "pessimists are not the worst set of people but optimists that chases shadow" I have noticed with surprise that despite our population, age, education and exposure ours still look like uncivilized nation where anything goes. The recent massacre in Ile-Ife between Hausa and Yoruba is a pointer to our animalistic behaviour which describe us as barbarous, wild and uncivilized set of people. It is quite unfortunate that consequent upon the unexpected riot, numbers of innocent persons who are neither party to the rancour nor Hausa/Yoruba tribe lost their lives. I am so surprised that there were different versions of stories that lead to this unexpected fight, personally I heard three different versions out of which after weighing carefully none of them is worth the lives of the deceased (May God forgive the departed souls). Nigeria is my country and my generation is the so-called future of this nation but to my disappointment my age group are the majority of the people sighted at the scene of the unfortunate incident which got me thinking if this nation actually have something called FUTURE, no wonder the aged are afraid of handling over to us. Shortly after the incident, there were number of posts on social media telling different stories and giving different advise, I was more than disappointed when I read some posts where our supposed leaders were only fighting and supporting their tribes instead of looking for a lasting solution to prevent future occurence (wondering if that is the meaning of patriotism). We are a set of optimists who are chasing nothing but shadow: we want a better Nigeria but we cannot work for it, we pray for unity but we cannot endure challenges, we hope for better tomorrow but we are making today worse. I can say it again and again that we are only educated but not civilized, we are well populated but not united, we are exposed but lack foresight. Dear Nigerians, can we at least see ourselves as one irrespective of religion or tribe, can we make the good dream of our past heroes come true, can we bury our differences and work for the betterment of our dear nation, can we at least strive for a nation of our dream? Heaven helps those who help themselves, the future of this nation is in our hand and so the ball is in our court. Lets play it well. GOD BLESS NIGERIA LUQMAN A. ALAWODE |
| Literature › Re: Mary And I (1) by dewalt(op): 8:55pm On Mar 18, 2017 |
MARY AND I (5) 18+ Me: Go where? I dont think I can leave this place, in fact I want to see that man's face, I want to know when Rose will leave this place, I want to.. In fact I must kill this man for messing up with my babe. I was so angry that I could not control what was coming from my mouth, I could call it the saddest experience I ever had when it comes to relationship with women. When Mary realized that I was becoming so uncontrollable she called Laide my friend who arrive the scene within the twinkling of an eye. Laide: I have always been wondering if you are a man, person wey train you no do well o, if na me be your papa I go just carry gun one day and kill you, see as you dey para because of woman mehn you get problem o. Laide that was supposed to console me but he mounted anger on me instead, it was as if he had been looking for avenue to talk sense to me, all my anger went down immediately I began to listen to Laide, his talk was as if a motivational speaker was addressing an aggressive entrepreneur, my brain went back to factory settings immediately and I took it as one of those things that are meant to happen, after all Rose was no longer the only one in my life Mary had entered the picture already. We left the hotel and I started thinking of replacing Rose with Mary although Segun was a factor that could stop me but I believed that since Mary made the first move, it was obvious that she loved me and Segun's case might not be much hindrance. It was around 11:00 pm, I had ate semo with the ogbono soup which Mary prepared earlier, we were both in my room gisting and watching a popular comedy show on TV, all I had on me was boxer and Mary put on spag and a short, it was obvious that we were ready to take the show to the next level. Suddenly, someone inserted a key into my door trying to open it, it was so shocking because the only person that has my spare key was Rose and we left her at the hotel, we were confused. Me: who the hell is that? Rose: Jude, its me please open the door I started fidgeting because I was a novice when it comes to handling such matter, I never thought of such situation in my entire life though Rose had offended me already but I dont want to create a scene in my house. I looked at Mary when we heard the voice of Rose, it was as if she had made up her mind and ready for the worse. Mary: Rose (in a very harsh tone) go back to wherever you are coming from please, we dont entertain harlots here. The voice of a woman was what Rose could never have imagine to hear in my room at that time of the night. Rose: who the hell is that? Jude open this door now or I break it. Mary started struggling with me with me, she wanted to open the door and face Rose but........... © LUQMAN A. ALAWODE |
| Literature › Re: Write, Submit & Get Paid by dewalt(m): 4:24pm On Mar 11, 2017 |
can the short story be in part/episode or the story must start and end within the stipulated words? |
| Literature › Book Marketers Needed by dewalt(op): 12:18pm On Mar 10, 2017 |
Pls respond through this link, you can as well drop your whatsapp number if you can sell motivation book. Thank you |
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