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I MISS YOU MUM EPISODE 6 (STORY BY DINDY)

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My dad came back 5 mins later, with our church prayer warriors --We had 5 powerful prayer warriors in our church, but only 2 came--. When I saw them, I greeted them, but I was confused because I was thinking that it was just one person that was coming.
My dad, can't be directing the prayer warriors to this hospital because they came here to pray for my mum, two days ago. Bro Mathew and kelvin (the prayer warriors), asked mum how she was.
She replied them both "I am getting better".
As my dad and the prayer warriors were talking, someone entered. I couldn't see the person's face because my aunty and the prayer warriors were blocking my view of the entrance door.
They all gave chance for the person to see my mum, It was the nurse that brought drugs for my mum before.
I said to myself "I wonder what she wants again, I pray it should be that she was sent by the nurse downstairs to inject my little bro with sleeping drugs because he is kinda disturbing me".
When my little bro saw her, he sat down one place (fear-fear boy), the nurse did a quick check on my mum, then she changed the drip my mum was on because it was in its last era. When the nurse was done, she turned to my dad and said "She needs to sleep".
My dad said "Ok, I'll be leaving for a church program very soon", then the nurse left.
After 5 minutes that the nurse left, my dad's phone rang, it was that same person that has been trying to locate the hospital since morning.
My dad picked it, but this time he answered the call in front of us, then the next thing he said was "Are you out side now, ok I am coming".
He moved out with his phone still on his left ear. After he left, I started having this uncomfortable feeling, my bladder was fully loaded with urine, I needed to goto the toilet or else I would wet both the bed and myself.
I told my mum, then she directed me to the toilet where I could urinate. After listing to my mum's direction, I quickly moved out side to find my way to the toilet.
I looked to the left side as my mum told me and I followed, my mum told me to pass three doors, then I would see the toilet by my right. I walked straight down very fast, passing the first, second and third door.
I heard sounds until I got to the end of the road --Maybe some people were giving birth or maybe they were in pain that was caused by an accident--, then I looked to my right and finally I saw the toilet, I opened the toilet door fast-fast and quickly freed myself off the load I was carrying.
After every-every, I washed my hands and wiped it with a small white soft cloth I saw there --I am no white man, but when i see new things, i must try it out. Sometimes we got to behave like white men--.
The cloth was very soft, they wrote on the wall where the soft cloths were hanged "Please put in trash after use". I didn't throw it away --Why would a 9ja guy like me, see a white soft cloth and throw it away, when I didn't use it to wipe my a*s--.
I put the cloth in my back pocket, then I moved out. I was out side the toilet with my left hand still at my back pocket and still trying to force the soft cloth into my back pocket --My back pocket was very small-- .
When i looked straight, I saw a woman fighting for life, I stoped and watched what was happening. The nurses that were there, were trying to hold the woman down, but she was struggling so hard for air.
Finally another nurse came with a big cylinder, which looked like my house gas cylinder, then she did some connections and placed something on the woman's nose. The woman immediately relaxed, I was shocked and scared because I had never seen anything like that in my whole life. I quickly walked back to my mum's room.
When I got back to my mum's room, my dad was already there with one of our church elders, who was the one that had been calling my dad since. We did a little prayer, then my dad left with the prayer warriors and the elder for a church program.
The time was 2pm, so my aunty told my mum that we would go home to cook and incase if she wants to eat, that there is fired rice in the second nylon. my mum just replied with a dizzy eyes "Ok no problem".
My aunty said "I'll come back in the evening with food, for you to eat at night".
My mum was about to say something when I said "Mummy I'm not going, i'll stay here with you".
My mum said "Neil, you have to go, you have to prepare for church tomorrow and school on monday, go home and do every necessary thing you need to do".
After she said that I didn't know what to say again, I then remembered that my maths and English teacher gave us an assignment in school and if i fail to do it, they will deal with me mercilessly with no pity --I was more afraid of my math teacher because he flogged dangerously, no Cain duster could dust his Cain. The day my ass met with his Cain oh God, it was as if my ass was on top of a gas cooker--.
I just had to accept, we all told her good bye. As I made a step out side the door, I don't know what came over me, I turned back and ran to hug my mum.
As I hugged her, I said "Mum I'm already missing you".
She replied "I know my superstar, don't worry I will soon be with you at home".
She gave me a kiss on my forehead, which really got to my heart and made me cry.........to be continue....."When life becomes sweet".
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I MISS YOU MUM EPISODE 5 (STORY BY DINDY)

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My dad was about to say something, then his phone rang, so he stepped out to pick it. My aunty dropped the things, which she and my dad bought for my mum, on a table that was right beside my mum's bed. My aunty looked at the time and it was 11.30am, then she asked my mum whether she has taken anything, she said no that the nurse told he not to eat until 12noon.
My aunty said "Ok let me boil water, so when it's 12noon you will eat. My aunty went to ask the nurse, who was attention to a patient in a room beside my mum's room, after my aunty left my dad came back.
I and my mum were talking when my dad called me a funny name, we all laughed then my dad's phone rang again, he picked the call and went out side. I guess he was trying to direct someone to the hospital because when he picked it, he said "Have you gotten to the bus stop?".
My mum called my little brother, he came close to her and then he started asking unnecessary questions like "mummy why are you sick? mummy why is your face fat? mummy where is your shoe", I got annoyed because of his unnecessary, unwanted, annoying questions, but my mum knew how to answer all his questions.
My dad came back from his out side trip, but no one came with him (I thought someone was coming with him), i was happy that no one came because I don't want any one to take away the attention my mum is giving me.
My dad sat on a chair, which was right beside my mum's bed, as he spoke to my mum about church and other stuffs, my aunty came back with hot water, she went straight to a table beside my mum, where the flask was kept.
After she turned it into the flask, my mum asked her what the time was, she checked her wristwatch and the time was 12noon.
She said "Wow I didn't know I spend this much time boiling water".
The nurse that was taking care of my mum was not too far, she was attending to the next door patient, it was as if she knew that it was time for my mum to eat.
The nurse walked in and told my mum that she could eat now --well I guessed the nurse timed my mum or maybe she has a supernatural power--.
The nurse also told my mum to take the drugs she brought, after my mum must have finished eating her food. After telling my mum what to do, the nurse left, then my dad told my aunty to make tea for her.
My mum asked me maybe I would eat with her --me no dull ooo, if na you, you go close eyes make better thing pass you?--, I told her yes with a smile.
My aunty said "See your head, you too like food Neil".
My dad said "mum's boy, you will always want what your mum want".
My little bro was just there siting on my dad's Lap saying and doing nothing --I guess he is dad's boy and I was mum's boy, so it's one-one--.
I and my mum ate and after we ate, my mum took her drugs. my dad started teasing my mum, then a phone call came in my dad's phone, I started to wonder who the caller was because the person was really disturbing our family play time.
In my head i said "If this person doesn't know the road here, let him/her go house, instead of bugging us".
I began to wonder, why my little brother was quite, he didn't play or fool around like always, he was well behave that day. I later remembered that his good behaviour, was caused by a nurse at the entrance, who warned him not to make noise or she would inject him with the biggest injection.
I said smiling to myself "Now I know what to use to get food and snacks from you little bro".......To be continue..... "After excitement".
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MY FIRST TRIP TO ABUJA AND ZARIA (STORY BY DINDY) EPISODE 8
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When I finally got to Zaria, I came down from the bus and trekked down the bridge, then walked to a refilling station which was not too far from the bridge.
I didn't know anyone or anywhere around there, so I had to ask people for me to find my way around. I saw two men talking, so I walked up to them, to ask them where the school was located.
When I met them, i asked them where I could find the school and with no lagging, they told me where it was and how to get there --The school is very popular over there. There's no living human being, who doesn't know the school over there---.
I did as I was instructed and in no time, I found myself walking to the gate of the large school, with my luggage and a bottle of plastic coke --Big boy things --.
When I got inside the school, the officers at the big gate, stopped me and asked me where I was going. I told them that, I came to write the examination that would be commencing the next day.
I then called my uncle, who told me to call him immediately I got to the school, because he wanted to call his friend, who would house and feed me throughout the examination.
The officers directed me to a building, after I had called my uncle and he told me the name of the man, and what department he worked.
I walked, carrying my luggage along like a Lagos boy. When I got into the building, I found another officer, on the reception desk.
I told him what I came for and who I came to see, so he told me to sit and wait for him. He told me that, the person i was looking for, was in a meeting.
After minutes of waiting, I called my uncle to give me the man's number. I then called him and he picked it.
He told me that he was at the entrance of the school, and I should come right away.
I quickly stood up with my luggage and plastic coke, then walked fast to the gate. When I got there, he was waiting for me and talking to his brother, with his hands on his red beautiful car.
After little talks here and there, i entered his car and drove to a school close by, to pick his kids. When we got to his kid's school, he parked and told me to wait for him.
The sun was high hot in the sky, shining bast*rdly-heavily with no mercy.
I was inside the car and the sun was burning me badly, there was no shed for me to hide under, I felt like dying at that point --I swear North sun worst pass Lagos own oooo--.
Finally he came, with his kids and happiness filled my whole being. Within minutes, we got to his house and then I was taken to the boys quarter to rest.
When i got to the boys quarter, I pull all I had on me off and went to take my bath. After bathing, I opened up my books to read more because of the exams I was going to write the next day.
As I was reading time moved and the sun dropped down. Nepa took the light and within seconds it was brought back --I swear Lagos na place of darkness___, their is always light in Zaria 24/7 non stop, unlike Lagos--.
As I read my books, the maid --I think--, came to call me to come eat in the dining. After she left, I closed my books and went to the dining to eat my food, which was already waiting for me.
After eating, I went back to the boys quarter, to continue reading and reading.
I couldn't continue writing the story "ANGELS", at that time because my soul and mind were too focused on passing the examination. I didn't even switch on my data throughout.
The three other guys that stayed there with me, hardly came around, so I was all alone, which was what I really needed --I like staying alone, far away from the real world--.
My phone started ringing and the caller was my elder sis (Chioma), I picked it and we talked about everything. I told her about my doubts and the depression I felt.
She spoke life back into me and told me not to fear, that I would do great.
After I dropped the call, I was back to normal, all my depression left and strength from above came and filled my heart --I really love my elder sis (Chioma), she is the best and has always supported me. There is no other sister, in this world like her--.
The next day by 7am, I packed all I needed to write the exams and was ready for the exams which was to start by 9am. I went to tell the man who housed me, that I was going to the school to write the exams.
He then asked me whether I knew my way, I told him yes. He wished me good luck and i thanked him.
I left his house and boarded a bus going towards the school's direction. Luckily for me, someone in the bus was going the same way i was --That place na small small buses oo, all this over hustling no dey there. Over there, everything na jeje o--.
When the person got to his stop, he spoke Hausa language and the driver stopped. After the person came down, I jumped down too, seeing the school right beside.
I walked into the school and was stopped by the officers that where there, on what I was there for.
I told them that, I came to write the exams which was going to take place that very day.
They directed me to another building, which was on the right hand side. I walked towards the building and on my way close to it, I met a crazy guy (Ola).
I met another guy (Abubarka), when I and ola went to an office where we were directed, to drop our credentials. From there, we all became friends.
We were then told, to hold on to it and we should go to where the exams would take place. We went there and saw others, also waiting to take the exams.
When the exams started, we were told not to take our phones in, so I had to look for a trusted face to keep my phone with.
After I gave my phone to a guy, I discovered that my pencil was broken, so I had to sharpen it.
While I was sharpening my pencil out side the hall, others where already sitted waiting for the exam to start.
After I was done, I walked into the hall and all eyes where on me.
--Asin ehn, the way I take dress na die, in fact people think say I be bloody rich kid, but dem no know ___ [laughs] dem daddy ____lagos boy movement --........ To be continue JARE.
STORY BY DINDY AKA NNAMDI
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MY FIRST TRIP TO ABUJA AND ZARIA (STORY BY DINDY) EPISODE 7

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I didn't have much time to stay and chat because I was to travel to Zaria, that very morning --I was stressed out that day--. My uncle's wife said to my uncle that, there would be heavy traffic that very morning because that day was a Monday.
She also told my uncle that, it might be hard seeing a straight bus to Zaria because time was fast spent.
My uncle said to me that, if I'm lucky I would see a straight bus, but if not, I would have to goto Kaduna then from their I would see a car going to Zaria, which would be very stressful for me.
My uncle quickly went to take his bath. When he was done, he dressed up and we were about to move out when my uncle's wife called us to pray.
After we prayed, I and my uncle left. He had a car, but it was faulty, so we had to take bike which would carry us to the main road --my uncle's house is located inside, which was not a walk-able distance and his house was hidden inside--.
At first, when we came out side his house, we didn't see any biker. We then walked towards the entrance of the street and luck found us. Two bikers had just dropped some school kids, in a school close to my uncle's house.
I climbed a bike with my load, while my uncle climbed the other bike. The biker who drove me was a faster rider, so I got to the main road before my uncle did.
When my uncle got to where I was, I paid then we crossed to the other side of the road. After we crossed, we saw a bus heading to mararaba.
We entered the bus immediately it stopped. After minutes of smooth driving, we stop at a bus stop, which was where I was going to find a bus going to Zaria --I can't remember the name of the park again or bus stop--.
The park was small and was close to a bridge, I saw only one bus there. My uncle went to ask them, whether the bus was going to Zaria direct.
He came back smiling at me, he told me that the bus would be going straight to zaria, so I had no need to worry.
After I paid and my bag arranged gently (because of the wine in it) at the boot of bus, and after spending about 30 mins in the park waiting for the bus to get full, the bus was ready to move.
I stood up from where I sat, with my uncle and went to take my seat in the bus. I told my uncle bye, as the bus entered the road to begin the journey (of 3-4hours).
As the bus moved, I joyed the cool weather, but then I saw the traffic my aunty talked about, which was really bad, more than my expectation.
--To my Lagos fans out there, Abuja traffic is worst oo, you can stay in 1km for three hours--.
The traffic was really bad, but when we finally scaled through, it became a smooth ride all-through.
As we moved further going to Zaria, i saw beautiful sites and rocks of different kinds, my heart was filled with joy as I saw them --I'm a lover of nature--, but all my joy came down to nothing, when fear engulfed my living existence.
My reasons for fear was not only because I was surrounded with people I didn't know, but I was also afraid of the examination I was going to write.
I was crying inside me, thinking of how I would fit in with others. I looked up to the clouds with fear in my heart.
My mind started encouraging me, telling me about "ANGELS" --which was the story I was writing at that time-- and God. I finally got back confidence and stood back on courage.
We got to a place, where the driver stopped, for people in the bus to buy what they wanted to buy. The place he stopped was a place where mangoes were sold.
After the mangoes --mangoes are very cheap their-- were bought by high numbers of occupants in the bus, the driver drove off and the journey continued.
After 30mins, the driver stopped at another place, this time he opened the bus door, for anyone who wanted to urine and poo.
I quickly came down to stretch my legs because where I sat was not really so free, so my legs were hurting me badly.
Immediately I came down, others who wanted to urinate and poo came down, they all went to the short bushes, which were right beside where the bus parked. It was as if the bus was reduced to half because all the people that came down from the bus, were busy poohing in the bush.
After they were done, they pulled up their trousers. Three of them washed only their hands with pure water, while others came inside the bus without washing at all --Aboki na Aboki oo--.
As the journey continued, some started eating their mangoes. The man sitting beside me brought out his mango --he was amongst the people who didn't wash at all--.
He smiled and offered me a mango with his hand, I returned back the smile and thanked him
--Like seriously am I mad?___ If na you?___ You go chop sheet hand?___ Oga gbagbe, i no dey eat sheet ooo--......... To be continue.

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MY FIRST TRIP TO ABUJA AND ZARIA (STORY BY DINDY) EPISODE 6

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Morning came and I had to find my way out by myself to my uncle's house, which was not part of the plan at the beginning. My uncle's wife had sent me a text message with the address of the , that morning by 5am, to inform me that I would have to find my way by myself.
When I saw the message, I stood up from the place I sat quickly because I was going to travel to Zaria that very Monday morning. I then went to where I dropped my cardigan and luggage, to pick them up.
I wore my cardigan and picked up my luggage with my left hand, which was kinda heavy because of the stuffs in it.
I then picked up the big bottle of large wine which was given to me by my dad, to give my uncle. I held the large wine in my right hand.
I went straight outside, to ask a aboki that was right at the entrance of the park, where people entered to buy tickets.
The aboki was selling suya, but it was so less attractive to me. I walked up to him because he looks like someone that has being there for years and would know places around there.
When I asked him about the address of the place, he told me that he didn't know the place.
I then asked another lady, but it was still the same case. I then went out side the park and saw two bikers.
I decided to ask one of them. As I walked up to the biker, a man was calling me, saying "Bro come make we go lagos na".
In my mind, I was like "Place wey I just dey come from, you wan con want make I go back, shey you wan kill me?".
"Bro you no dey go again", he asked.
I just kept quite and went to meet the biker. I passed the first biker and went to the second biker.
When I asked him, he said he didn't know the place, then I showed him the address on my phone.
He said, "oh it's 'Ado'".
I said, "I guess so".
He then charged me "250 Naira" to take me there.
I said to him, "You will take me to 'Ado', close to Innovative school".
He then said, "You will pay '300 Naira'".
I wanted to be sure of the price he said, so I asked "300 Naira" for everything ba?".
He replied, "Yes".
Without wasting time, I gave him my small bag which had a small wine in it, then I placed the gigantic wine on my laps.
As we moved, the early morning cold air, blew with the same speed we moved.
"Thank God say I wear my cardigan ooo, if not cold for show me pepper", I said in my mind.
I looked around as the bike fired with speed, enjoying everything I saw for the first time.
He got to a road, then he stoped. Inside me, i knew we had gotten to "ADO".
He then turned to me and asked me, "What is the name of that place again?".
I then said, "Innovation school".
He wasn't sure of the road to take, so he asked another biker, who then directed us the right way.
After minutes of dancing up and down the area, trying to get the right place where my uncle actually stayed, we got there and i was welcome into my uncle's house properly well.
I went inside and had my bath. After bathing, I then gave him what my dad told me to give him. He smiled much and laughed when he saw the large wine...................... To be continue.
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MY FIRST TRIP TO ABUJA AND ZARIA (STORY BY DINDY) EPISODE 5
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We continued the journey trying to beat time, the driver never stopped for a moment, for anyone to urinate or eat because time was not on our side and the bus was always giving faults, so he had to try all he could to beat time before the bus completely broke down.
The driver reduced his speed, when we drove passed bad roads. After escaping bad roads, we got to a smooth-express, well fixed road.
He then changed to full speed of 200km/h, in fact we were flying. The bus was so fast, that it made the air which it pushed apart, flog you right on the face. Silly me, I opened the window more than norm and placed my left hand on the window.
My hand suffered the pain, the air flogged my hand heavily, I wasn't told twice. I moved my hand back in and closed the window halfway.
As the journey continued, I saw the eyes of a storm for the first time and it looked so lovely. I even tried explaining it to myself on how it could be found, but I couldn't, so i just steered at it with happiness.
20mins later, someone brought up a topic about pastor's and different opinions were shared. A man said, all pastors are the same.
When i heard what he said, I couldn't keep quite because I knew what he said was totally false.
I said "No not all pastors are the same".
Immediately after I said that, everyone looked at me including aunty Ugochi.
In my head, I was like "Jesus, why is everyone looking at me like this? Is my voice that lovely?".
Aunty Ugochi then said "Yes not all pastor's are the same".
Aunty Ugochi spoke to pull the attention away from me. After she spoke the argument ended.
Three hours later, the old lady said she wanted to drink five alive because she was very angry, I and aunty Ugochi laughed and laughed because five alive is an orange juice and drinking it would only increase the hunger in your belly.
We finally reach Lokoja by 8pm, which was not meant to be so, if the bus wasn't faulty. As we moved on, the bus did the same thing it did, when we started the journey.
Although the driver bought fresh new fuel, to wash away the bad one, the problem didn't stop. The problem of the bus was now ten times worst.
The speed at which we moved was as fast as a snail on a horse field. The driver had to stop for a while to relax the engine of the bus. We all came down and after 15mins, he told us to enter back so that we could continue our journey.
My heart began to beat fast as the bus fired speed highly, I was very much fear because it was my first time travelling alone, and all the stories I heard about people being robbed by armed robbers at night, contributed to my fear.
A small red car from behind overtook our bus, then slowed down. When I saw what was happening, my mind was shaking, everyone in the bus started talking and wondering, whether they were thieves or not.
The driver drove pass them again, but the red car overtook again. Being an experienced driver he said "They are not thieves, they are afraid like us".
Everyone became settled, then the Yourba woman asked aunty Ugochi whether she was afraid.
Aunty Ugochi replied "No I'm not".
In my head, I was like "If I hear say I no fear, make God punish me. God please save me this night o".
I looked outside the window, then started praying to God to protect me.
Finally by 12pm, we got to Abuja and everyone was singing happiness on their faces. When we got to mararaba that night, I slept in the "YOUNG SHALL GROW" park.
While I was there, fear was in my mind because I have heard so many things about north and the things that happened there, so many fearful thoughts filled my mind...... To be continue.
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WRITE UP BY DINDY: PURPOSE
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Try to understand what life is about, try to be the best you've every tried to be. When things happens, they happen for a reason.
Life gives you purpose to live. People who you love, gives you purpose to keep loving.
She/he gave you purpose;
To fight,
To love,
To stand,
To look up To the clouds and say wonderful words.
I breathe because you gave me the change to breathe, you showed me how to breathe and walk.
My night was all about sorrow and pain, but you came to me and you washed away everything.
You opened my heart and made me love.
You made me understand life,
you made me make the right decisions,
you made me love you, you are my air.
I thank you so much, for giving me purpose to love you back. Thank you for giving me an opportunity to see you everyday, thank you for the perfect gift of life.
YOU GAVE ME PURPOSE
MY NAME IS NNAMDI AKA DINDY AND I WROTE THIS WRITE UP FOR MR ELVIS. LEARN FROM WHAT YOU READ NOT THE OTHER WAY ROUND. THANKS FOR READING.
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MY FIRST TRIP TO ABUJA AND ZARIA (STORY BY DINDY) EPISODE 4

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The car broke down due to an unknown fault, so we had to all come down and wait for the mechanic who was already on his way coming.
We came down, some sat out side the park's roof while others went under the park's roof. We sat there for more than two hours, waiting for the mechanic to come fix the car.
I sat under the park's roof and the beautiful lady that sat beside me in the bus, was sitting in my front reading bible --My people, she is so beautiful that the angels would fall from the heavens just because of her--.
After 2 hours of our time being wasted, the mechanic came. He came without his complete tools because he didn't have it in mind that he would encounter such mishap.
Luckily for us, an engineer --Not specialized in motor engines -- was amongst us. He brought out his tools for the mechanic to use. After 30mins the job was done and we were ready to continue the long trip to Abuja.
After we entered, our loads which were parked down, were parked back at the door side. The driver kicked off the engine and we continued our journey.
The driver switched on the ac and it blew strongly, cooling the bus. Few minutes later, the beautiful lady sitting beside me started feeling cold. Luckily for her I brought my cardigan
--I didn't need the cardigan because of the tough-cotton long-sleeve clothe I wore. I brought it along because i knew that someone sitting beside me would need it.--
I gave it to her and she thanked me, at first I thought she was the forming type, but little did I know that she was very friendly.
As the bus moved on, the beautiful lady beside me looked at me and asked me what i was typing --Yea I had been typing and reading the bible, for me to be able, to properly write the story "ANGELS"--.
I told her that I was writing a story and that I'm a writer, she then asked me, whether I was writing the incident that was going on.
I replied her 'No'.
I gave her my story "Nightmare" to read and after she read it, she was amazed by it, she loved it. And from there, one thing lead to another and another to exchange of phone numbers and names.
She said her Name was "Ugochi", when i was saving her number --I won't lie to you guys, I would have loved to date her, but she's older than me, so I got to respect her like my elder sister--.
After she read "Nightmare", I gave her my second story "Rape" to read, as she read it, she got sleepy and told me that she wanted to sleep, so she gave me back my phone and slept off.
An hour later, the bus started the problem again, then a man and the engineer said "it's the nozzle or it could be bad fuel".
It started moving at a slow speed, which got every one crying unhappily. The driver later concluded that, it was the fuel he bought from NNPC filling station, at the early stage of the journey.
He switched off the ac again, to see whether it would stop, but it didn't. He parked the bus and tried rectifying the problem.
He knew what to do because he saw the way the mechanic fixed it, he quickly told the front sitters to step down, so he could tap the nozzle to adjust it a little.
They came down and he did what he wanted to. When he was done, they entered back and our journey continued.
He then said "Please don't be offended, the ac won't be switched on for now because of the problem we are facing".
The Yoruba woman sitting beside Aunty Ugochi --I prefer and like calling her aunty Ugochi because she is older than me and also beautiful -- Said "Abeg no on am o, e better make we dey like this, at least breeze go dey blow us", she said...... To be continue.
STORY BY DINDY AKA NNAMDI
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MY FIRST TRIP TO ABUJA AND ZARIA (STORY BY DINDY) EPISODE 3
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The time was 6:15 am and the first bus hasn't left yet, although it was filled with passengers. The second bus I sat in was almost full. The man selling tickets to those who did not buy ticket on time was in the third bus selling.
Few minutes later after the bus was filled, a man came to arrange our bags. He told us all to come down, so that he could fix the bags under the seats. We did as we were told, obeying his words like loyal servants.
He started arranging it one after the other, each time he carried a bag, he would always ask who owns it then ask for money. It got to a point when he held a heavy bag.
"Who get this big bag?", he asked as he wiped off the sweat, on his forehead with his left finger.
"Na me get am", said the Yoruba woman walking fast towards him.
"Madam you go bring 1000 naira for the bag o", he said to the woman throwing his face away.
"Ah!, e too much na", said the Yoruba woman unhappily.
"Too much ke, shey you no know say person no dey carry load when im wan travel. Abeg answer me I get other things wey I go do", he said as he squeezed his face.
"Oga wetin sef, I don pay for seat", said the Yoruba woman with a little bit anger.
"When you know say you go carry load, why you no go hire bus, abeg when you done ready come call me", he said as he left there and went to another place.
People around talked to the woman to beg him, they advised her to give him something, that he would accept even if it's 300 naira.
The woman accepted and she called the man back. He came frowning his face like some poo. She begged him, then gave him 300 naira which he collected and forcefully pushed it roughly into his fat pocket, which already had money inside --His two pockets were very fat--.
After he was done loading the bags underneath the seats and the boot, he told us to enter so that he could load the remaining bags and close the door.
We all started entering according to our numbers, I sat back on my seat and a beauty lady sat beside me --She was very beautiful, in-fact if she's not older Than me, I for reason am oo, I swear--. The Yoruba woman sat beside the beautiful lady.
I sat down happily talking to my elder sister, who was close to the window side where I sat. We talked about things a little and other stuffs too.
The time was now 7:30am and the first bus had left. Our driver came and was ready to move, then a man came close to the window side where the Yoruba woman sat, he prayed for us --Which is a normal thing they do, when people are about to move on their journey--. I told my sister good bye, as the engine kicked off for the adventurous journey, then we left.
The driver, didn't switch on the air condition immediately we left because he wasn't having enough fuel in his fuel-tank. He drove to an NNPC fuel station, which was far away from the park.
After buying the fuel and over filling his tank, he entered and we drove on. When we got to Ojota, the car started misbehaving, so he switched off the ac for a while.
He later turned it on again, 35 mins after he noticed that the car was back to normal. At that time, we were close to Ibadan and I was typing "Angels story" with my phone --I write stories, jokes and write ups anytime I'm free-.
The bus started running slow and couldn't run again when we got to Ibadan. Lucky for us, were had just passed "THE YOUNG SHALL GROW" Ibadan park. He turned back and went to park there, to find out what the problem of the bus was..... To be continue.
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MY FIRST TRIP TO ABUJA AND ZARIA (STORY BY DINDY) EPISODE 2

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I quickly wash down, making sure that i washed away every lagos boy spirit out of my system. After I took my bath, i went to my room to gather my stuffs which I was going with.
My elder sister was ready and waiting for me to finish up. She had already taken her bath before me and was applying her make up (girl's style).
When I was done, i carried my luggage and we went to see my mum, to tell her that I was about to leave for the trip.
We met her in her room still sleeping, so we woke her up. She stood up with a sleepy eyes, but with all her brain function high and well. She held our hands and prayed for my sis and most especially me (Dindy).
We met our grandmother, who also prayed for me and blessed me with good words. My dad wasn't around that morning, he had traveled for his business and was to return in three days time.
My big brother (Ugonna) was busy teasing me alot, telling me things that I don't really care about. I knew he was going to miss me alot, but he was trying to hide it inside him. Little did he know that he was showing it off with the way he acted and behaved.
My Aunty woke up right when we were about to head out the front door, she called my name, slowing our movement.
She followed us out side the front door to the gate. She didn't miss any chance to tease me, with the help of my big bro.
We all walked until we got to the road side, where we would enter keke, which would take us to igando and from there we would enter another bus, which would take us to iyanaida.
At first, when we got to the road side, we didn't see anybody, not even a single being, so we stood and waited for a while because it was too early.
After minutes of waiting, we saw a keke driving close to us. We stopped him and i said my good byes to them.
Within 5mins, we got to igando, then we paid the keke man and went to where we would enter a bus to iyanaiba.
We entered a bus, which was not yet ready to move because it was not filled with passengers. We couldn't enter another bus because there wasn't another bus to enter.
--I don't blame the driver or conductor because it was very early in the morning and there was hardly any passenger, and that day was a sunday.--
After 30mins, the bus was filled with passengers, but our time had been brunt up by them. The driver drove fast, but not fast enough for me. To me, he was stepping on the brake pedal.
We finally got to iyanaiba, but the journey was not over. We quickly came down the bus and crossed to the other side of the road, where we would see a bus going to mile 2.
When we crossed to the other side, It didn't take us anytime to see a bus that was going to mile 2 --remember iyanaiba is always a busy place, they never sleep--.
The bus we entered, moved immediately we sat down, saving a little time for us to meet up with the time.
When we finally got to "THE YOUNG SHALL GROW" motor part, we quickly came down the bus and went to showcase my ticket. Unluckily for me, I came too late and my spot in the first bus was taken.
The second bus was were I got a spot to sit and it was at the window side --I totally love window sides--......... To be continue.
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MY FIRST TRIP TO ABUJA AND ZARIA (STORY BY DINDY) EPISODE 1

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"Dindy Dindy wake up, go and bath, the time is 3.20am", said my elder sister tapping me on my medium size head.
I got up with a lazy eyes and walked from my room to the bath room.
Let me tell you what brought about the early morning movement. My name is Dindy, which you already know, I'm a nerd (kinda) and I like cartoons. --ok I think I'm going to deep in that part, let me go back a little.--
Days ago, I got a message from Zaria college, to come write an entrance examination, which I had been waiting for (for months ago). When I saw the message that day, I was happy because I was going to travel alone and experience the world more on my own.
The day I got the message was a monday and I was to be there on Tuesday of the following week, which was too soon.
I had to take an excuse from work and properly arrange all I needed to travel. I also used the few days I had to study really hard, using past questions and text books to refresh my memory.
My dad told me that, I would leave on Sunday morning to Abuja first, then I would goto zaria. It was going to be a very stressful thing, but I had no choice because I was going to give my uncle something, who lived in Maraba, Abuja.
At that time I was writing the story 'ANGELS", which most of you have read. I had little doubts within me, whether I would fit with the sort of people over there. I won't lie, I feared alot, each time I opened a book to read, I thought to myself "I have to really really read this, I have to pass this examination".
I never for once let the fear eat me up, to the extent that I won't read, instead I used the fear to read more and more.
Saturday came and I had to go to buy some stuffs I need for the examination (calculator, pen, pencil....) and also book a ticket. My elder sis (Chioma, who I love so much), was going to accompany me.
Later in the afternoon, we prepared and left for shopping in iyanaiba market. --Won't lie, that place is one hustling and bubbling place with cars, buses, and bikes everywhere.--
When we got there, we decided to first book a ticket for my trip to Abuja, so we entered another bus which took us to mile 2, where "THE YOUNG SHALL GROW" park was --I totally like them--.
After passing the rough and bad roads, we finally got to the place where the park was, it took I and my elder sis a little time, to find out where their main park was.
When we finally did, we were relied. I luckily got a spot in the first bus, which was leaving very early the next morning. We did all the things we ought to do and left the park.
We went to the market and got all I needed to travel the next day --That place is one busy land, with both human and spirit walking everywhere--.
Later that evening, my big naughty bro (Ugonna) and one of my Aunty (Chibuzor) came back from work.
After eating night food (dinner), my elder sis and Aunty (Chibuzor) came to our room to chill with us.
The main reason why they came to our room, was not only to chill with us, but also to ask I and my big bro to share our data with them --Free wifi things--. My big bro was using a BB Q10, so his sub was 1000 naira for 3GB (on Airtel).
He shared his data with them, but I didn't because my phone was a killer of data (Microsoft). They mocked me for it, but I didn't care.
We all stayed awake for hours until 12:00 am, then they slept off in our room. Somehow I didn't feel sleepy, I couldn't sleep and I had no idea what caused it.
I finally managed to sleep by 1:20am, having only few hours to sleep before my long trip to Abuja.....to be continue.
STORY BY DINDY AKA NNAMDI
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