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This Year, LITE ltd. have decided to seek the advice of great Nairalanders, writers and readers like you. We would like to know your views on what went wrong the last time we held the E-Workshop and the Writer's Award. And your views on how we can improve this year. There are many plans for this year's workshop and Award. We hope somebody's career and life is touched through this years' award week and this year's E-workshop. So, let's hear from you. |
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thronekid:okay... |
D9ty7:We are organising. I'm still working on it |
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1 Bright sky, happy mood, and smiles from even strangers show and indicate one thing: the day is going to go smoothly, and Bidemi loves days like that. Those days when he does not have to fear, when he does not have to worry. He got out of his Toyota camry, and headed off into the office, whistling a tone he himself could not understand, all he knew was that he was enjoying this blessed day and would do anything to retain days like this. He smiled at his secretary, shook hand with the gateman and hailed the gardener. Bidemi is a very handsome man, the husband to the most celebrated beauty in Nigeria, the father of a little boy, and the C.E.O of the the BIG toilet rolls company. He is six feet tall, with a diamond shaped face. He was fair, broad shoulders, stands straight and the crush of many ladies. Bidemi entered his office, and sat behind his computer. And decided to listen to the radio. They were playing sweet music, enjoyable ones, that soothes Bidemi and made his dance in his office. They were playing Nosa's I go always pray for you. He enjoys that music, and the music was played on his birthday. He is not a man that can be caught offguard. His wife must have been planning a surprise birthday party because she did not wish him happy birthday that morning, unlike her. He smiled as he wonders what she had planned. And he promised himself that he would play along with any scheme and ruin it for them the last minute. He smiled and kept on dancing. ' unuhn', his secretary cleared her throat behind him, he was not surprised. He was always ready, always prepared. Bidemi smirked expecting her to sing happy birthday song, or to greet him. So, he turned gaily to face her, a big grin on his face and closed his eyes partially. ' Sir....' ' Yes....', he said like a man that wants to open the door for his lover, saying the word as if butter and honey were in his mouth. ' The meeting will be starting 8:30 sir. That's thirty minutes away', his secretary replied. She looked at him, and tried to hide her amusement by coughing; instead, she laughed loudly. ' Let me enjoy life when there's no knife placed on my neck. Meeting is for meeting people. I have to get ready by being happy. Are you feeling me?' She smiled and turned her slender but curvy body as she catwalked out of the office. He remembered a story he read about someone's secretary seducing him on his birthday. Bidemi promised himself he would not be like that as he went to his seat and sat to listen to the radio. He would be seduced by this lady's beauty and body. '...and the Governor has urged everyone to try to go into hiding' a voice said urgently from the radio, ' run if you can, and don't....' a gunshot could be heard over the radio, coming from the radio. Someone screamed and there was a ruffle. Bidemi sat straight. ' Nigerians... This broadcast will be running everywhere in the world at this same time. This same message. Welcome to a New World'. |
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