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dojnr4real:
Seasons greeting! Please I need help as regards publishing a book @cassava Republic Press. Most especially the cost. The genre of the book is Non fiction it's over 200 pages. Thanks for your response.
#NSG

Where do I start?
Start by reading some of our books to get a sense of our taste and a flavour of what we might be interested in and what we are likely to publish.
Stage 1
Send us a 500-word summary of the book that will entice your reader along with the first three chapters of your manuscript. Your MS should be in the best shape that it can possibly be. Please do not send a hard copy submission; it’s a waste of money and trees.
Send your sample chapters as a word attachment saved in the following way: date of submission (dd.mm.yy).firstname. surname.book title
Example: 02.09.09.Yinka.Allen.ToPlayWithFire.doc
The subject of the email should be: Cassava Submission: [Author’s name], [book title]
Example: Cassava Submission: Yinka Allen, To Play With Fire.
We follow this procedure because submissions are logged and read chronologically. Make sure that your name appears only on the title page, and nowhere else in the manuscript.
Stage 2
We read all the submissions that come in and it will take us approximately three months to assess your manuscript. Due to the volume of submissions we receive, we are unable to provide individual editorial feedback or field phone calls or respond to social media enquiries about the status of your submission. You will however receive an automated acknowledgement of your manuscript.
Stage 3
When we start reading a manuscript, these are some of the questions that will be ticking through our minds:
Do we think that the story is saying something new about the human experience or breaking with tradition (both content-wise and stylistically) in some innovative way?
Are we passionate enough about the story to invest our own money and devote almost a year of our working lives to the manuscript?
Can we convince retailers and readers in and outside of Africa that the book should be read?
Stage 4
If we are not interested in your manuscript, you will receive a stock rejection letter from us. If it excites us, we’ll contact you to discuss how we can work together. As we are potentially making a substantial financial and professional commitment, we like to have a discussion with our future authors to see if they’re the kind of people we could work with. It is also an opportunity for the author to find out if we are the right company for them.
Part of what we’ll be looking for includes:
Whether we can work with you
Whether you share our core values
We are retail focused and that means that we want to sell volumes of books and we want to work with authors for whom publishing is not a vanity project, but about seeing thousands if not millions reading their book.
We want to work with authors who will see us as partners and are in in it for the long haul. We want to work with authors who are prepared to put in the work it requires to bring their book into the world – this involves editorial and marketing time. We want proactive, innovative partners in this regard.
Stage 5
Once we feel we can work together, we will send you an author pack (this provides you with more information about our publishing process and how we work) and a draft contract for you to assess. If you have any questions, then feel free to ask us. For us, it is important that our author is happy with their contract and our process and sees the relationship as one of mutual benefit.
Stage 6
Once the contract has been signed, you will be assigned an editor and the real work begins. We want to have as much fun as possible creating the book. We enjoy the craft that goes into editing, book cover design, typesetting and marketing and selling, and we’d want you to enjoy it for what it is – a time-honoured craft.
If after having read this, you think we may be interested in your work, please send it to us!
Mailing List
When we receive your manuscript, we’ll automatically add you to our newsletter subscriber list. If you don’t want to be on our mailing list, please state this clearly on your submission.

http://www.cassavarepublic.biz/pages/manuscript-submissions

AndyAustin:
Okay. Thanks, it feels good to be heard. I really appreciate.

You are welcome.

Die oh baby die -4
Peace left his side after arousing his feelings, moved toward the bed, and fell on it.‘Yeeech’.
Gbadebo was beside her within thirty seconds of her fall as if he was a knight that would do anything to show his bravery. The fall was painful. Peace had been practicing the fall since she invited him two hours before but this one was painful; yet, she must make him do what she desired. The moment he tried lifting her, she swallowed his lip with hers.
As if the machine had been activated in him, he grabbed her tightly. They fell on the bed.
While they were enjoying themselves, someone stoned her window. She froze under him. They stared at themselves. Another stone hit her window.
' If I catch you', she shouted. Her eyes beamed. She pulled Gbadebo into her shoulder. ' It's nothing, it's those naughty children.
Gbadebo nodded. He gazed at her as if he was hungry for her and would devour her. The moment she kissed him, he energized himself.
Days later Peace made Gbadebo know that the person throwing stone was actually a photographer and that her shout was a means of telling him to go ahead to take pictures of her and Gbadebo having sexual intercourse.
At first, Gbadebo thought she was joking, but the moment he saw the pictures he became speechless. He tried snatching it from her but she was prepared. She withdrew from him, laughed, and mocked him. He begged her, prostrated, pleaded with tears flowing like rivers from his eyes, but she kept laughing.
After several minutes, she told him the only reason the video wouldn't go viral was if he would always come to sleep with her whenever she call on him.
However, Peace didn't stop there. She made sure she slept with the president of her spiritual fellowship four times.
Gbadebo saw that as a way of getting back at her, so he took a picture of one of the escapade of Peace and the Pastor. He promised her he would give her the picture, if she gave him the ones with her. Her fear overcame her reasoning. She hurriedly gave him the pictures because she feared the worse for herself if her parent saw the pictures.
Gbadebo, seeing that she had done that, wanted to dent her image for what she did to him. He never wanted to follow Jesus’ rule of be-slapped-and-turn-the-second-cheek. He told her he would make copies of it and paste it everywhere on campus.
Without much ado, she pleaded that they meet at a very secluded area. At first, he refused to meet her but after her persistent messages and plea he agreed to be there on the condition that she would sign a paper that would free him from her clutch of sex. And this she agreed to
When Peace got there, she met him resting against a wall. The whole place was dark, the night adding to its darkness. She moved closer to him, put her hand gently on his neck to arouse his feelings, but he stared blankly like a statute.
'Are you ready for this?
'Yes'.
He gave her a pen. She took it and was about to sign when it fell. She searched frantically for it but she didn't see it.
' If you don't, I will find it myself', he said and searched for it.
Peace hurriedly brought out a copper wire from her right pocket.
' Yes this is it', Gbadebo said delightfully.
'Oh! You brought someone to watch us uhn? ‘She asked angrily, looking at a place around his back.
Gbadebo turned, she quickly put the wire around his neck, and without hesitation rolled it swiftly around her hands. Peace had read it that even someone without strength could kill with this instrument. She turned her back hurriedly against his back, pulling the wire with all of her strength. He, who was a lanky guy, fought for his life with the strenght of a lion and tried hitting her; however, it was to no avail. She groaned fiercely as one of his elbows hit her.
Peace felt his hand fly in the air as he grunted and moaned and she kept pulling, knowing that a little slackness might cause her her own life. After a little fight, she felt his body slack against her body without a fight, but she didn't let go. She pulled hard until she was sure he wasn't alive to fight back, his body still sagging against her slender body.
She had prepared for it; she had worn a very black cloth that could hide blood in the night. She picked every paper on him, tore them, and threw everything into different dustbins. The next few days, police investigated, but she had destroyed any implicative information, changing the direction of police' investigation. Since, they couldn't find any logical explanation for his death, they termed it 'a robbery case'.
Today, she was exceptionally happy, so, she took her friend, Patricia, to her new home. She bought enough drinks. They celebrated until 2p.m from 8 a.m.
By 3p.m, they were fast asleep.
By 7p.m, they were still snoring.
However, by 10.00pm, Peace woke and was tired, she rose from the bed, grumpily left the room they slept in, and discovered that many of the amenities needs in the home had been gotten by the company.
She brought out the documents and stared at them- each was bulky.
'What is this?’ Peace muttered after staring at it for close to a minute.
She rose to get some bottle of the wines they bought for the celebration, took one of it, and returned to her seat.
'Are you serious? ’She mouthed when she saw the name of the company.
That made her more interested in it.
Then, she saw why she was given such a large amount of money. The company needed someone who had given birth to a baby in her teenage age, and was beautiful. Her eyeballs darted from one side of the room to another. Her breathe became fast, as sweat popped out of her skin faster than air would pass through the nose. She laid back to rest fearfully, then, tried to understand why the company wanted to do what they are doing. Then, she dozed off.
It was until a gloved hand covered her mouth she knew she had slept off while reading the file. She opened her eyes in fear. The owner of the hand lifted her with a second hand. She moaned painfully, and fought desperately as he carried her towards the door. She fixed her feet on the wall to help her push the person back, they both fell, but he didn't remove his hand from her mouth. She elbowed him angrily, and felt puff of air rush out of his mouth to hit the back of her neck. Her heart raced.
Still covering her mouth, he used his other hand to hit her rib; this brought intense pain into her body and made her cry, though muffled. She wriggled helplessly, and tried getting out of his grip, but he held unto her tightly.
Peace’s legs hit some bottles of wines, she took her hands towards his private part and held unto the balls of his manhood. He groaned. His fist rammed into her rib, causing a great pain in her, and tears dropped from her eyes. She noticed she was losing her breathe, so, she fought frantically while her abductor tried to stand up, still holding unto her.
While her abductor was lifting her, her hand grabbed an unopened wine bottle; she struck him vehemently, making him fall in pain. Seeing this, she rushed to the opened the door.
' Patricia', she screamed as she rushed past the door with the aim of running out of the compound. But she had to stop as she saw a lady pointing a revolver at her. Peace stopped in front of the lady, and automatically raised her hands.
' My God oo' Peace muttered.
The lady pushed a finger to her lips telling Peace to be quiet and motioned for Peace to follow her. The lady used her back to move towards the gate. The other abductor-the male- came out of the house, very angry. He slapped Peace from the back of her neck as she moved rather slowly towards the gate.
Now this was the time she need Patricia most but she was a deep sleeper. Although she was becoming better, Peace always feared she would be killed in her sleep. There were days she had to pour water on Patricia before she woke.
Peace's abductors gagged her, blindfolded her, tied her hands and legs, and then, pushed her into the trunk of the car.

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I wanted to drop a comment the other day. This is a very nice one. But I hope you are joking about the story ending there.

AndyAustin:
I was going through another section of literature and saw award/nominations being done there, I think it is a nice idea and would be nice if it is done here too (though I don't know if it is done here too).
Plus I'll like know, do poetry make front page?

cc: Obinnau ; humbledbYGrace.

The award is done by any member who feels it is worthy of being done.

Poems make front page but it must have really being a great one

​
Wooh'! Peace screamed as she stepped on the acceleration of the car. Removing the bond holding her hair, she scattered the hair in joy.
No one could tell if life was unfair to her or she had been the one unfair to living things.
Her parents were both Founder of a great church in Nigeria. She left home for the University of Ibadan as a good girl, and was always the best student until she got to 200 level in the University, where she met Patricia. Patricia had lost both her parent, and had been using her body to fend for herself.
Peace met Patricia on one of those days she had no money on her since there was no way she could get money from home, as they just sent her monthly due some two weeks before. Patricia gave her some money to eat, thereby, incorporating her into the work of lust-feeder.
After some times, her roommates started detesting her, because she-who didn't put on earrings, short skirts, Trousers, see-through blouses, body-hugging clothes- had begun to wear them. With the new contempt shown to her by her roommates, she was forced to live with her friend and mentor, Patricia.
Her parents, who so much trusted her, didn't know she had become a changed person, that she had left the way they trained her to become. They didn't check on her, since, she presented herself to them as being matured and still spiritual whenever she went home for the holidays. Therefore, she was at liberty to do as she pleased.
Peace knew without any iota of doubt that she was as beautiful as a purified gold. Men flocked around her wherever she went. Many of those times they always wanted to win her heart and because of her, many of them had fought themselves. She enjoyed the way men's eyes followed her whenever she got to a public place, and those of some ladies who stole glances at her.
Later, Peace's life became peaceless; any week without her having intimacy with at least a man would find her lying on the bed. Her life changed because of this addiction. Or how would one explained days Patricia would find her handling herself. And the days she would take it upon herself to molest Patricia, who later began to enjoy having s.ex with ladies also.
One saturday afternoon in the gentle month of April, when everywhere seemed to be silent, when the birds of the air agreed to enjoy a field day as they jumped from big tree to another, when Peace had no one to meet for her usual escapade, she decided to tempt one of the brothers that attended the same fellowship with her.
He was one of those Christian brothers who believed they were standing. He was handsome and always attended to any call of any fellowship ladies because he saw himself in the women ministry.
'Gbadebo', she called from outside his house as she looked at his big trousers. Such trousers were used to easily differentiate Christian brothers from any other brothers. But there was something exceptional about his own.
'Hooooo! My adorable Peace, how are you?’
She mocked him with a silent scoff and looked away from one of his neighbours who winked at her. She would gone with the guy winking but she had other plans.'I am fine ooo'.
'That's good'.
'Gbadebo, what are you doing now.'
'Nothing'.
Her heart danced within her.
'You've always been promising to come to my room. Why not come now, I will prepare a good meal for you.'
'Hmmm! Why not make it amala?'
'Blimey!’ she jumped excitedly, 'I will do just that. Be there in the next two hours'.
Peace knew he was a strong Christian, that there were only two ways she could get him, and she had the best one at hand at the moment, and could just use it for him. It is the most potent and irresistible.
Before his arrival, she went to a local chemist, Chinedu, to get a drug that would whet Gbadebo's appetite for sex. Chinedu was whom many referred to as the 'Marriage keeper', this is because he had a way of getting illegal drugs that would make a man last longer in bed. It wasn't a news that many women ran away from their husbands because they couldn't satisfy their sexual desire. A very good example of such women was Mayokun, the lady who was living with Chinedu. She ran away from her husband's house because Chinedu satisfied her better in bed. No one knew this. No one except Peace and this was the information she held over his head whenever she needed to get an illegal thing or something very rare.
As planned, Gbadebo got to her house within 2 hours, which was the same time she finished preparing the meal. He looked great. That one thing still baffled her about him. Despite him being a Christian, he had a way of making her drool over him. And she had seen this reaction on the face of many women, Christians and unbelievers alike.
After talking for some minutes, she left his side to get the food for him. While dishing out the food she sprinkled the drugs she got from Chinedu.
***
The moment she brought the food to him, Gbadegbo got a reminder from the Holy Spirit that he was supposed to be on a fast. But the the plate of black Amala in front of him was steaming hot. Truth be told, January 1st was the last time he got the chance to eat such food as this and that was because a neighbour was having his child's naming ceremony. Even then, the food he ate at the naming ceremony was served with one very small piece fish those types one buy when one wants to quickly drink garri; in fact, the soup looked more like water sprinkled with Ewedu soup. But the Amala Peace served him had two big pieces of meat, a piece of cow skin (pomo) and a piece of fish. And the food he ate at the naming ceremony wasn't served with a cold bottle of cocacola like the one standing beside the steaming plate of soup. It was served with a very hot sachet water. He swallowed hard as he remembered that he wasn't suppose to eat at that time.
'My God and I will fix it later', he said silently to himself. There was no way he could miss such food. He unbuttoned the top botton of his large striped shirt. Peace was a good host.
‘Have it Gbadebo', she said. He suddenly became aware that her breast was visible through her blouse. He wondered how ladies dressed without thinking or worrying about the men around them. He shook his head and quoted some bible verse to stop his lustful desire. The biblical medicine worked.
'Hmm! This soup is the best I've eaten in a long while', he commented as he dipped his fingers into the soft hot Amala.
'Ah! Ah! Gbadebo. Don't you cook better soup? ‘She said, laughing. 'I remember the day we visited you, we ate a very good soup.'
‘That is not my concern. You cook the best', Gbadebo said as he poured the drink into a cup.
A few minutes after he drank from the cup, he couldn't explain how he started seeing Peace but she looked different and strangely appalling. In fact, she seemed to look at him somehow. The feeling was unexplainable. She came near him and offered to pour the remaining soft drink into the cup for him. He gulped as she came nearer. He had encountered such things with different women and was confident that he would overcome this.
He told himself, he must hold himself. He used his mind to read Bible verses but his male organ remained erected; besides, he could no longer withstand the smell of her body-spray which, had overshadowed his smelling organ; this made him moan silently, and his breathe become faster.
Yet, he held himself. And then he suddenly choked on his food. Peace hurriedly stood from her seat.
'Are you alright?' She asked as she came nearer. He nodded as he cleared his throat. As much as he could, he made sure his eyes were down, staring blankly at his food. He preferred that his gaze was fixed on the food. That was better than him just looking at her again. God was witness, any other prolonged look at her would see him scampering out of her house. But for now, it was better to act normal.
Then...

https://olofoforeview./2017/01/02/die-oh-baby-die-episode-3/

SheWrites:
Happy New Year everyone *hugs*

There are several writers on Naijastories.com

Many of these writers' works are printed out in hard copies and sold, alongside their ebooks.

I don't know if the payment is shared 50/50 or 70/30.

Nairaland.com can also partner with their writers and do something.

My two percent *winks*

wow..
How do they do that?

TiffanyJ:
In this thread. Or maybe, you are not the divepen I used to know? If so, I am so sorry

Lol... It's me...

it's nice hearing from you..
Happy New year and then where do you always hide your head.

TiffanyJ:
Oga Divepen1 , why am I not surprise to see you here? Its been a while, how have you been sir?

To see me where...

I found this post I wrote once and decide to share


Martins ran into the Coffee Cafe Bar, terribly hungry.
He wore a black designer singlet, a faded black jeans trousers, and a black face cap to match.
He looked around, saw a waiter that was attending to some customer, went to him, and dragged him to the place he, Martins, would be using to drink.
' Guy, I no need plenty talk. I dey hungry', Martins announced as he sat on the bench, and tapping his hands as he felt the pang of hunger again.' Find me something to chop now now now'.
' Good morning sir', the waiter greeted him with a soothing baritone voice.
' Welcome to out special cafe. What would you like to have?'He asked as he read out a long list of drinks from a pad he was holding, ' fruit Juice? Yogurt? Wine? Beer? Coffee? Or Tea'.
' I need Tea... Hot tea', Martins replied with a clenched fist.
' Lipton Tea? Green tea?'.
' Give me Lipton tea. That yellow label one'.
' How do you want it; sir, Black or white'.
' White'.
' Milk or flavour'.
' Milk'.
' Goat milk or Cow milk'.
' Problem ooo. Cow milk', his eyes widening in frustration'.
' Fritzland cow or Afrikaner cow?', the waiter asked again.
Martins stood up, his hand spread in great frustration.
' Guy why?', he shouted. The waiter made motion for him to reduce his voice.
' No...No... I go shout... Person dey hungry you dey do incantation... I wan chop'.
' Sorry sir', replied the waiter, smiling' please have your seat'.
Martins sat, hissing and breathing hard.
' So, sir do you want the tea with sweetener , honey or sugar'.
' Just put sugar'.
'Brown sugar, yellow sugar or white sugar'.
' Sugar... Every sugar no be sugar....', he paused, eyed the waiter, ' common forget am, give me glass of water'.
' Okay sir. Mineral water or distilled water', the waiter asked again, reading from the pad.
' Water too, you dey... ', Martins became short of words, he paused, swallowed hard and felt like rushing at this waiter,' give me mineral water'.
'Flavoured or not flavoured'.
' The water...', Martins shouted, rose from the seat and sat back,and then rose again, ' common, give me empty glass'.
' Ok sir, Do you want tumbler,wine glass, Champagne cup, or beer glass.
Martins eyes roamed the restaurant, the pang of hunger striking his fragile stomach, he felt like crying. He gritted and bit his lower lips to the extent that drop of blood came out of it as the waiter recited the type of cups again.
' Go... I go swallow my spit', he said as he pushed the waiter away.


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Lleigh:
Happy New Year in Advance Divepen1.
I am new on this platform, let the debate start.
What do the readers of the literature section think.

Wishing you the same..

This year, from January to may we were in the processing era..

Many great writers left Nairaland because there was no motivation from the owner of the third richest forum in the world, Seun Osewa and from readers.

But some of us remained here, do everything to make this place lively and it later paid off as Literature section began to have its posts regularly make Front-page in the morning. And that got the writers here more viewers..


Prior to this time, I've organized
1. Writers workshop but stopped because I didn't get the effect needed.
2. We've organised Writers Award but I stopped when the essence was not gotten
3 . Princesa and I hosted Best Writer per month but it stopped due to the turn up


As we progress into this new month.. How do we become better...


My suggestion..


1. Let us have a directory of our states and then organise Workshop or get together on the same day at different states

2. We started a competition last year #nlwriters, it paid off.. I've gotten sponsor that will help monetize the next one.. Although this sponsor says he can only do that once a year... Can there be other ways of sponsoring us..


3. Can Seun Osewa do a sort of way that Nairaland writers would be able to sell their books through this place..



other ideas.. Come on, come in and drop your idea..

Bibijay123
Lleigh
Repogirl
Larrysun
Kayemjay
Shewrites
skarlett
leriebloom
Oyinprince
Mattkent

and

you

oya oya talk..

'Come in', the woman said. The same silence that ate her up when the woman called her name lingered around her as she entered the woman’s office. Her heart lurched. The rug amplified the beauty that the pink paint of the room portrayed. The room smelt like wafers biscuit. The air was also cold here but she felt better than when she was in the reception.
'Please, have your seat', the woman said, 'Welcome to our company'.
'Thank you, ma'.
'Peace Madojutimi...’ the woman said again as she pulled out some files from her drawer. Her table was neat that one would find a lost office pin on it even at night.
'My name is Adebimpe Arogundade, and as you might have guessed I am the Managing Director of this company. You will be meeting the Chairman of these company tomorrow'.
'That's good, ma'
'Have you being briefed about your salary?’
'No, ma'.
'Well it is natural; I never really expected them to tell you', she said as she rocked in her chair. Peace wondered how she was able to squeeze her fat body into that thin chair. 'How much did you tell them, you would love to collect?'
'Ma, I told them that since I am a computer scientist, and would be working as an administrator for your email communication centres. With my experience and expertise, I will receive nothing less than One thousand naira', she tilted her head to the right-hand side.
'Well, you've said well', the woman said.
Peace smiled broadly. The artificial rose flower on the table danced. If a drummer was there, she would have danced better than the roses. She just couldn’t continue living her old lifestyle. After making the resolution last month, she had been coping with living penniless. Despite her friends incessant advise that she reconsidered her belief, she held to her belief. Now it paid off.
'But this is the way it will go. For every person that register with us, you get a thousand naira'.
One of Peace's ears moved. She tapped her fingers lightly on her legs.
'Then, for each person that decide to come for business, or anyone that request for the companies email address. You get #2,000'.
'Email? But how will...'
' Yes now, Electronic mail?'
' I know the meaning. How will people use it. Not everyone has access to it. Not everyone in Nigeria'.
' Yes'.
'Don't bother, the CEO is bringing some from New York to set it up for us'.
' New York... Isn't that expensive?'
' No... Just 17,850 naira through Nigeria Airways'
'Seventeen what?' Peace placed her hands on her head. ' In this Buhari regime?'
Bimpe smiled and gently rocked her chair' Don't worry. That's how life should be- enjoyed'.
'Hmmm', Peace moaned silently in surprise. She swayed. The only word on her mind were 'Yes? More?’ She calmed herself. She didn’t know how the word got out of her mouth because she had been trying not to talk. A warm glow expanded throughout her body.
'So, what is the name and what and what do you want from me?'
'You will call the site ' Best Life Trade', Bimpe pushed some document towards Peace who eyed it suspiciously, 'that is our modus operandi. All the information you need will be found there'.
Peace picked one the documents and flipped through it mindlessly. She wondered why they would pay such amount of money. But no matter what they needed it for. She was getting a good pay and that she loved.
Bimpe stood from her seat gallantly and went to a cabinet, where she drew out a new backpack.
Bimpe brought the bag to her seat, sat, and opened the bag graciously as if she was a man who wanted to give his girlfriend a proposal ring.
From it, Bimpe brought out a Gavilan SC laptop. Peace held her breathe. Then she ‘yimu’. It couldn’t be hers.
'This is for you', Bimpe said. Peace felt her heart flipped.
'Are you serious? A Gavilan SC? Do you know the cost? Gavilan SC... Oh my God! How did you get it? For me'.
'Yes.'
'Whoa', Peace exclaimed. She allowed her hand play on the Laptop. Her body tingled. She loved that feeling. ‘This is real tear nylon'’
Bimpe laughed excitedly, Peace also joining her. Then, Bimpe brought out a key from the bag.
'This', Bimpe said, pulling out one of the keys, 'is the key to your office'.
Peace eyes glowed with pride. She swallowed hard as she imagined how she would describe this to Patricia, her friend, who pushed her to get the Job.
‘And this is the key to your new house, a bungalow, not very far from here'.
Peace felt heat rush into her mouth, a sudden feeling of breathlessness overcame her. She had to bend to stop it. Bimpe rushed to her side.
'Hope you are alright?' She said bewilderedly, patting her at the back.
Peace was crying, she couldn’t describe the joy in her heart.
'Why are you crying?'
'Don't mind me’, she said, embarrassed as she tried using her hands to clean her eyes, 'It was out of happiness'.
Bimpe left her side, returned to her seat, cut some tissue paper, and gave Peace.
'I'm sorry, ma. I wanted to give a shout of surprise and joy but tears replaced it'.
Bimpe gave an elderly-understanding nod. ‘I understand the feeling'.
'Thank you ma.'
'Erm. That is not all. We are also giving you that Mercedes Benz S-Series parked outside; since, you said you have a driving license'.
Peace widened her eyes, her brow drew together, and a line formed between the eyebrows.
'Yes. That 1984 series, last year's series.. Wow. But...Erm...Erm...I don't understand. Isn't only to provide answers to questions about pregnancy, and to get more customers?'
'It is more than that. Read the documents in front of you. You can take today off, to see your house and to read what is front of you but you must be sure to know it is confidential, also make sure you read it before tomorrow because there are somethings you need to know before 1.00am tomorrow. Also, you are to sleep in your house henceforth'.
Peace opened her mouth severally, but no word came out.
'Okay ma, but every company work is confidential'.
'Well...this is more confidential'.

Drop your comments


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Atayis:
my monicker is Atayis not Ataryis

Thanks for the correction.

Idrhas:
It would make more sense sir, if you add the links to the story.

That would spamming

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