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comelyJummy:
Reporting for duty sir

Welcome Jummy

Ajicold:
u Ar Right And I Feel Dis Way Somtyms Although This My Ist Jamb, Bt I Once Had Issue With Waec

That's inspiring and good to know. All the best as you progress with life.

RaggedyAnn:
Awesome. I'm jealous . You're born to do this.

Covering face. Thanks a lot..

Tahrah:
Wat does Tarasha mean?

Lol...
It means star..

Tahrah:
Present Sir!!

Welcome.. Tara.. or Tarasha ( lip zipped) and runs out..

chidozeze:
Divepen. you're fantastic, nothing do you.

Thanks baba.. Your head dey there..

boffinjay:
present.hadampson and alamiendagash,do your job

. Welcome baba.. thanks for dropping by. ..

EvaJael:
Thanks for the mention. I'm here

welcome Eva

By The way Ajicold.. Have you read this..

Ajicold:
Nice Story ....Lots Of People Ar Feeling Dis Way Tho

Like seriously. Although some are not dying or killing people but they are definitely trying to live with the shame.. thanks for dropping by.

boffinjay:
Divepen1.i need more

Lol.. Thanks.. Someday this story might blossom, but, for now, it's still a short story.

okay .. Another scintillating story is here for you oo. .
omeira
daintyprincess
RaggedyAnn
EvaJael
kingphilip
comelyJummy
Galacious1
llaykorn
Tahrah
boffinjay

Dedicated To All Nigerian Soldiers


Some of the other soldiers in the bus sang that sad song that became popular after Paul Walker died. Jesse never cared to learn the lyrics. The song was definitely too sad to be learnt. And he hated negative energies like the one the song emitted. The only thought on his mind was what waited for them ahead. The truck danced wearily in the forest till it couldn't go any further.

They jumped down and filed out like ants. Their antenna were ready to scan out the hideouts of the Boko Haram sect. Jesse checked his backpack and the knives he kept at strategic places.

' Jesse, from you, I need a head count', their captain shouted.
' One'
' Two'
The number circled through the voices of the comrades around him. He loved the way the sound came become the forest seem to be devoid of any sound. Even, the tree refused to shake or making any noise.

' Good, welcome to a new world', the captain said with his hands behind him. ' I know many of you are ready to fight for your nation, but I must advice you to be cautious. No one must leave the camp without a partner'.

His partner, Murudeen, nudged him. They were buddies who had clawed their ways to the top of their class and into the heart of their teachers. Jesse smiled warily. He was prepared for Sambisa forest. If he died there, his girlfriend would have no cause to weep. Even if he died, he must have had a lot of blood bath in his wake. He would see the red liquid splashing from a battered head and he must relish the yell of the enemy lest he became the victim.

Before he left home, he had done the unspeakable. His girlfriend, Mide, was mad at him when she met him sleeping with another woman. Normally, he wouldn't have left home, Fortune City, without making her know the truth, without making her know that he was the one who hatched the plan.

Yet, it was a better information. He preferred her to feel hurt, to cry, to be angry, to nurse the wound of being hurt emotionally than for her to know he had left home for Sambisa forest. She didn't have capacity for such fear, such news. Worrying about him might kill her before he returned home, if he ever returned.

' Now, soldiers are you ready? March out'.

The soldiers chanted in response, and used their boots to crush the grasses on their way to their new camp. They moved to their Anthill, from where they would launch their attacks and watch many of their men die and prepare for their own death.

lol...

daintyprincess:
waiting for the rest tho

I should have called it a flash fiction, but what's up there is 1400+ words, so it's a short story. Ergo, it's suppose to end there.

omeira:
Nice story, divepen

Thanks Omeira

Tahrah:
I Don't Know

They don't have those rolling of eyes here.

Like seriously?

boffinjay:
i guess tz derived from tarasha

I was assuming it was Tara like Tara Durotoye ( Tara Orekelewa)

Tahrah:
Nice Story

Thanks, Tahrah... I beg what's the meaning of your name..

Using this medium to show the book cover for one of my next novels.

llaykorn:
Fine story you've got here. You forgot the 'k' while spelling taekwondo.

Thanks. It must have been when I was Editting.

Galacious1:
Ride on friend.

It was short story

EvaJael:
Lol...you haff suffer niyen

Lol.. yes oo

daintyprincess:
lol thanks for the mention

You're welcome.
And thanks for dropping by..

comelyJummy:
I am not invited here, hope am not a gatecrasher. Nice story

Gatecrasher bi ti boo... welcome .. Will you like Freshly Pressed Non Alcoholic wine or would you love a dirty martini..

Thanks by the way for dropping by and even a comment.

EvaJael:
Apology accepted. That junior student sha has mind. There are things I can't say to someone o. The experience must be horrible plus all the stress of running up and down in the name of registration. This year's registration was hell on earth.

As in. It was really hard. someone even told me that she taught I was Muslim because it seemed I always recited something under my breathe.

kingphilip:
since i wasn't invited lemme come and be going

Someone cannot play with you again. Oya there's a seat reserved for you at the top oo.. Lunch sef is there.

EvaJael:
Great one as always from Divepen1. I imagine how painful it is to fail JAMB after so many trials.
Divepen1...u didn't invite me buh issorite. I'm a big fan whether u call me or not #cheers

Idobale mi re( accept my prostration)

I'm so sorry. I'm happy you even read and won't mind my big head.

I can't even start imagining o. I wrote from the experience of having to sit for jamb for 3 times ( And na my university get wahala, not jamb oo). I can't forget when a junior student saw me and said ah Senior Akin, you're thin o. I understand o, it's because you're yet to gain admission.

So how will it feel to retry 6 times

RaggedyAnn:
Interesting, funny and topical...........good one. More ink to your pen.

Thanks. Nice to have you in this thread

Oya come and read o

it's a short story .

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Dedicated to Everyone who didn't do well in this past Jamb.





It was cosy. Death was cosy. She loved the feeling she was having. At that point, nothing felt sweet any more. Nothing felt bad as well. Everything felt numb. She needed to feel something and that thing must be death. Her body should soon start jerking and her lungs should soon start hurting her due to lack of oxygen. She wasn't even thinking of her Junior in school that just got admission into Babcock University. She could only enjoy the taste of death. The fragrance and coldness it emitted was strong enough to hold her still.

She dangled from the fan as she gave in to the power of the rope. The way the fan rolled her felt like heaven in itself. It took her back to those days in primary school when she went to an amusement park. The rope was strong and held her neck firmly. The plan was mapped out well. She would die the day no one was at home. To die in her room was better than walking on the street with shame.

Just three days ago, she was so sure she would be one of those destined to make it to the University. Her father had insisted that she compromised and just pass this examination.
' You're growing old', he said some months before.
' Yes', her mother said, staring at the wall as if she was reading from the words from it. ' This is your sixth time. Even those you bullied, those in Jss class would have gotten admission by now'.

After many deliberations and analysis, she considered their efforts and succumbed to do their wish. The guy that helped her was an expert, they did it smoothly. However, things went haywire when she saw the result, when her parent learnt she made 178 again.

Her mother didn't talk. Her father was the only one lamenting about how she was suffering, about how she should have gone to learn trading or any other craft.
She adjusted in her seat. ' Me? No. So that my juniors will now see me and call me what?'

That spooked her mother. She sat up like a cobra whose tail had just been crushed. ' You're a crazy. You're a fool. I think the doctors changed my child in the hospital. This irritating slowpoke couldn't have popped out of me'.

' But mummy...'
' Don't you dare mummy me...'
' Darling', her father said as he slumped in the sofa.
' Dear, leave me o. You made her stay in the state. You allowed her do her wishes".
' She's my daughter for crying out loud. Old enough to make decision for herself'.

Her mother fiddled with her neckpiece as she stared at the ground.
' That's just it. This is the height of it. You, Susan have been riddled with bad luck. My pastor said it but I didn't believe. '

Susan was shocked. Even if the world believed she had bad luck, should her own mother also make such pronouncement.

Her father sighed and sat up. ' I told you not to ever bring this up'.
He rolled the newspaper in his hand and rose to leave. Her mother moved to the edge of the sofa and the colour of her face began to change as she got ready to spit venom with her mouth and words and badgers.

' You gave her what she asked. When I told her to go to Mountain of Fire, she said no that she wants to go to Winners. That she would do confession and this and that. Confession be damned. If you can't go to CAC at least you can go to mountain of fire. This is a spiritual matter.'

' CAC my foot'. Susan said as she clambered out of the seat. Whenever her mother started to rant, no one could get the last of it. And the most painful part of it was that she wasn't ready for such useless banters.

' Let her be. She just saw her result. Let her recuperate before you tell to do anything'.

' Hear wretchedness streaming out of your mouth. You're flooding her head with mediocrity. I told you to pay some people to make her enter any school. There are people that pay'.

' Mummy...' Susan said and turned with her arm stretched. Anger spiralled through her vein. ' That's a sin'.

Her mother widened her eyes. ' A sin. You're stupid. You that wears trousers can call something a sin. You better go and see where your mate are making it. Go to the ant thou sluggard. See Vanessa. That fine girl, may God bless her. Ah! I wish I was her mother. She too. She doesn't have her parents that are willing. He who has head doesn't have a cap and vice versa. Didn't you see how she made it to the University'.

' Mummy!' She was so surprised at what her mother was saying. Her mother used to align with her belief. So she saw no reason her mother would suddenly find her actions repulsive.

' It's her belief. You have to...'

Her mother rose and stomped the ground. ' Oh ... Leave me o. You people are bad luck. She took it from your gene.'

Her mother stormed out leaving both of them in shock.

So as death cuddled her breathe and played with it, she knew she had to just give in to it. No one understood her.

Suddenly, the door burst open.
' Susan I've killed him. I've'.

Princess, her best friend, stopped in her track. Susan breathe that was already tuning into the rhythm of her jerking body suddenly began to hyperventilate as she hoped to hasten the death. Her body was beginning to lose consciousness. Susan loved it. Before Princess would have a chance at helping her, she should have given up the ghost.


However, Princess had training in taekwondo. Within ten seconds she had helped her catch her breathe again. Frustrated, Susan hanged on to the rope but two punches from Princess weakened her. She grunted as the pain surged through her body. Her energy depleted.

' Leave me'. She fought hard when Susan had removed the rope from the fan.
They crashed to the ground sending the plastic chair to the other side of the room.

They laid beside themselves for some times and Susan burst into laughter.
' I almost died. Death is sweet.'

Princess, still panting and staring at her, said, ' I've killed him. I've killed my Uncle'.

Susan froze for some seconds, then scrambled off the ground. ' You did what?'

Princess nodded and tears flooded her eyes.
' Did he try to rape you again. I thought he overcame that?'

' Me too. I just saw my result. I sent it to you on WhatsApp. I'm staying home too. I'm staying in that damn house with my aunty.'


' My phone was off'

' Yes. The message didn't get delivered. So, I was still crying when he came again. And I kicked and he was sprawling on the ground. I should have left him. But I didn't. I should have left him there. God!'

' What did you do?'

She sobbed again. ' I killed him. I stabbed him. I rushed to the kitchen, took a knife and stabbed him and it felt good. It felt good. I loved it and I stabbed him some more. If he was Jamb official I would have been more happy.'

' Don't cry.. what do we do?'

' I have to run away. That's the only solution. My Aunt will return tomorrow. I have to run away.'

' Don't... We will find solution. We will.... We will tell them he raped you, that....'

' We can't.'

They stared at the themselves.
' Then, I'll follow you.'

' No. You won't'

' I'll follow you. If I don't go with you, I'll kill myself. I can't live here alone'.

' You will suffer o'

Then, a facebook update entered her phone. Susan checked it and saw Kike's Facebook Update.

' I thank God. See my result. 308 baby.. I'm so going to the University'.

Susan burst into tears and brought the screen to show Princess. She glanced at Susan's face and joined her in weeping.
They hugged each other, sobbing.

Royver:
Nobody wants to continue?

I would have written again, but romance is not my thing, it would most likely turn to horror in the next two or three updates.

mine will turn to crime or adventure