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CelebritiesRe: Psquare Fighting Again? Paul Okoye Claims Credit For Most Of Their Hit Songs As by Enoquin(f): 3:27pm On Apr 13, 2015
Nna men, the ugly side of the social media is really being exploited.
I thought credits were written on albums because I wonder at the necessity of the first tweet.
The second tweet ain't too bad but not necessary. Peter might not be as talented but he is putting himself out there; Paul, apart from P-square, what other artiste have you written for; if none, go to R.Kelly's school of song writing and learn from him tongue
And those that think 'e no easy' is gospel are perhaps those that you guys dine with. If not na every song wey get God or halleluyah for be gospel. That song is purely a 'feel-good' song.
CelebritiesRe: Drake Wipes His Mouth After Getting A Kiss From Madonna At Coachella [PHOTOS + V by Enoquin(f): 3:08pm On Apr 13, 2015
cheesy For him not to be able to hide the reaction, it must have been terrible. I feel bad for both the kisser and the 'kissee' (couldn't resist using that word) - the media is already on a roll
LiteratureRe: My Flash/short Stories Collection by Enoquin(op): 10:27am On Apr 13, 2015
The day we made love was when I started having the visions and even though I tried to push them back into the deep recesses of my mind, it just wouldn’t stop. Finally, I summoned the courage to tell him about me.
“And why didn’t you tell me?!” He screamed at me in shock and outrage.
“And not feel this, not know that I possibly could love this deeply? I am sorry I didn’t tell you, I was summoning up the courage to but I am not sorry for meeting, knowing and loving you.”
“And leave me with what? How terribly selfish of you babe, how utterly wicked!”
“I know it was terrible of me but I have become terribly selfish; who knows when I’ll be happy again especially as I might have to leave you.”
“Shhh…don’t!” He dragged me close, holding me tightly. Perhaps he felt the inevitable too.
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t talk like that. Who says you have to leave me?”
“Have you not been listening to anything that I have been saying?”
“So, because you have visions of me dying old, it means I would die young? Something must kill a man you know…”
“Yes, but not when the man has a chance at surviving if the dynamics are changed.”
“I am not leaving you Nami”
“Shhh…don’t say what you shouldn’t.” I interrupted.
“Okay, perhaps then I should do this,” he smiled, threw his head towards the ceiling and yelled; “hear me oh ye gods or whoever is up there listening, the ones that continue to torment Nami with terrible visions, I am not leaving her. Take me this very minute, I dare you! And even if you did, I…she…we’ll still win because we got happy even when you intended misery. Even if she is my wife for a minute, we still would have won!”

This was madness, Ralph was utterly mad. I have never seen him this reckless. And then he was turning to me.
“Ralph, you do not get it. This thing…we have to stop.”
“No, we cannot give up! If you were selfish enough to start this, be selfish enough to see it through.”
That wasn’t fair. “No, it is you that are becoming selfish, what happens to me after you die?”
“Already? We are talking about my demise already? Who is this Nami, take her away and bring the one that dared to tell me her outrageous dreams.”
“I cannot Ralph. My lot is to be alone,” I replied turning away, picking up my clothes I started putting them on.
“No, it isn’t. You can decide what is to be your lot.”
“You don’t get it. Even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t be happy knowing what might befall you. I will always hold back part of me that shouldn’t miss you too much once you are gone.”
“Shhhh…I know you have been conditioned to accept defeat…” and then, “Marry me Nami, say yes this minute.”
I turned in shock and watched as he stretched his hands towards me, naked in his full glory, backing out with my mouth agape, I turned, picked up my bag and ran but not before seeing the utter despair in his eyes.
I would have screamed ‘yes’ if the vision showed him dying young or violently, I would have gladly been his wife, if I wasn’t cursed. The tears fell as I waited for a taxi and for the first time ever, I shook my fists at the skies.
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PoliticsRe: J Martins Alleges Threat To Life For Exposing Election Malpractices In Abia by Enoquin(f): 9:22am On Apr 12, 2015
Super1759:
you ain't doing us good by keeping the evidences,please send it to me. Let's fight that devil out of Abia state. Let me send u a pm
I am not from Abia oh, na Akwa Ibom pikin I be. Don't worry, everyone knows Ochendo for what he is. Abia is the only result I am interested in because I desire change for her people.
PoliticsRe: J Martins Alleges Threat To Life For Exposing Election Malpractices In Abia by Enoquin(f): 9:12am On Apr 12, 2015
Next time, post your evidence anonymously. Your life is precious biko. Crazy stuff happened yesterday but I no fit post and I am too lazy to open an alternate account. With the kain division wey dey dis kontri, wen dem kill you troway, some pipu go dey yab you ontop.

One Naija! grin
RomanceRe: Are These People Angels Or Humans? by Enoquin(f): 10:52pm On Apr 11, 2015
Bwahahahaha

1) a deeper life would not divorce you
There are christians that do not believe in divorce. My church doesn't believe in it, you cannot re-marry except your spouse dies

2) he cannot beat or slaps you
There are christians that do not believe in beating. My church doesn't believe in it too, women are to be cherished

3)he would always appologise for every offence he committed against you
Husbands love your wife was the commandment not apologise for every offence. Deeper life men as with other men in this world face frustration and sometimes it spills into the relationship

4) he understands you
This is no trait peculiar to a deeper lifer but to anyone who listens to his spouse

5)he would never do anything that can make you sad.
Is this a joke? :-/

6)he doesn't complain too much
But he complains? And here I thought he was a superman

7)he is always there for you
*slurps nosily on her green tea* You say?

coolhe endures your behaviour rather than complaining.
From not complaining too much to endurance? Ha! *boils more water for her green tea*

9) he respects your inlaw and family members
He respects my inlaws? Aren't they his family? Would he be a good christian, if he didn't?

10)he cannot "touch" another woman not to talk of womanising.
cheesy let's not go down this route. I have seen many christians fall, even 'staunch' deeper lifers. I heard one last two weeks

(11)he fears God so much and he respects your (wife) opinion
*where is the darn mug? This water has boiled*

And so on and so forth. The most important thing is that a deeper life man would never divorce you irrespective of your behaviour or attitude.

While it isn't bad to project your church in a good light, you must be aware that there are others who may not be recognised but who also contend for the faith, the key thing is to contend for the faith. There would not be a different section for deeper lifers in heavengrin it sucks but you would have to share heaven with the rest of the believing christians Titus 3:2-7
Art, Graphics & VideoRe: An Amazing Hyper-realistic Biro Drawing Of President Goodluck Jonathan(photos) by Enoquin(f): 2:31pm On Apr 11, 2015
Impressive art. *sighs* wish I could draw
RomanceRe: The Act Of Mis-talking by Enoquin(f): 4:17pm On Apr 10, 2015
Lmao. Reminds me of the last wedding I attended where the MC was mis-yarning.

There was a hitch with the food, people were seated but no food. The MC because of this tried to pass time. When the food finally arrived.
He apologised for taking time and said "I had to deliberately waste time for the couple because the food hadn't arrived yet, now it has"
I listened with my mouth agape.
He referred to the chief bridesmaid as a housegirl, so intermittently, you would hear him say 'housegirl, pick that stuff for the bride'
He called the groom's dance a 'coackroach' or 'scorpion' dance; I cannot remember which he actually used and said the groom's dance was a disgrace to mankind.
CelebritiesRe: Chilling Coincidences You Won’t Believe Are Real by Enoquin(f): 5:10am On Apr 10, 2015
No source? You probably got it from Listverse, if no, please put the link to the source
LiteratureRe: My Flash/short Stories Collection by Enoquin(op): 10:50am On Apr 09, 2015
Growing up was weird, I remember waking up one morning joyful because I had seen my mother in a vision holding a baby and smiling. I had skipped out of the room and gone to my parents’ room to inform them of what I had seen only for my heavily pregnant mother to turn and face the wall, sobbing. My father had gotten up and gently but firmly pushed me out of their room, closing and locking the door.
“… to her?” I heard my mother ask as I stood back to eavesdrop after being puzzled by their attitude.
“Perhaps, my mum will tell us what to do about her case when she comes.” My father assured her with a sigh.

Days later, my baby brother was buried. It was a stillbirth. I didn’t understand it, I had seen my mother smiling in my vision. The solution, my grandmother later said, when she came down was to hide important things from me; things that had to do with life and death or any other serious matter. It didn’t work.

I had a dream my sister graduated and then she didn’t. she went for a departmental party at the beach and drowned. Saw my dad’s promotion in a vision and he got fired that week. It wasn’t all bad though, there were good visions but they were very rare and usually insignificant when the big bad one came along.

I didn’t have much friends not when word of my crazy visions got out and that was due to a fighting spat between my best friend and I in public. I had thought of the various ways my best friend could come to harm but nothing happened to her. My thoughts never translated to much….my visions did.

My father’s death was the most painful though. I had been writing my final exams and was right in the middle of answering a question when I suddenly saw my father smiling and walking towards my school gate. I didn’t like the vision and immediately after my papers, I went to my brother’s hostel and without telling him anything, grabbed his phone and ran off with him in hot pursuit.
I knew what I wanted from his phone, text messages….and I saw plenty. Dad was in a coma and I knew there and then that he was going to die. I stopped in the middle of the road and crouched low from the pain I knew was going to envelop everyone in the family soon but which was a burden on me now. My brother could do nothing, torn between anger and sorrow.

I had pretty much kept to myself from then, rarely speaking to people and always trying to mind my business till he came along. He had a presence I couldn’t deny, one that made my heart swell. He also had this reserve about him that I liked and he also liked me.

We started casual dating at work lunch and the night we held hands and kissed under the stars, I thought I would die and go to heaven. I had never allowed anyone that close except my late father and even then our father-daughter bond had nearly been strained because of the visions.
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LiteratureRe: My Flash/short Stories Collection by Enoquin(op): 11:22am On Apr 08, 2015
Realgana:
Har Hausa kina ji?Babe you sure say no be one of dem super humans we have around.
Lol. I can only wish. Nagode
LiteratureRe: My Flash/short Stories Collection by Enoquin(op): 11:14am On Apr 08, 2015
NAMI

It’s a little bit funny, this feeling insi---iide. I’m not one of those who can easily hide

Elton John’s ‘your song’ crooned from the speakers. I want to get up and change the song but cannot. The song strikes a deep chord in me that pulls at my very core. It doesn’t describe my present circumstances but it’s pushing me into a deep dark abyss. I don’t like it and I hope and pray the power gets interrupted so I’d have a bit of peace.

I don’t have have much money but boy if I did, I’ll buy a big house where we both can live

It’s true I didn’t have the money but even if I did, I wouldn’t still be able to buy a house for us because we both won’t live in it. I don’t like this. Where is the deck’s remote so I can mute the song from this corner of the room.

My gift is my song and this one’s for you

I let out a sob. My gift is not a song I wish it was. I wish it was that simple. The sobs would not bring anyone running in. My room was barricaded, leaving me to suffer alone. It was what I wanted but then again I wished someone would break through the barricade to get to me.

How wonderful life is now you’re in the world

Is it? Was supposed to be. How do you let it sink into the skull of the one you love that you cannot be together because you had a vision of you both growing old together, living to a ripe old age with loving children and grandchildren? For that was my lot, inverted visions.
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FamilyRe: Kindly Advise Please by Enoquin(f): 9:01am On Apr 08, 2015
Did you say she has Tuberculosis? She'd better go for test to be sure so she'd be referred to a Primary Health Centre...This is more important than hoping to catch her husband red-handed
RomanceRe: Chinese Man With 17 Girlfriends Got Caught When All Girlfriends Met During A Vis by Enoquin(f): 6:10pm On Apr 07, 2015
How does he remember all their names without mistake? His face must be stretched wide from having to fake a smile all the time
PoliticsRe: Opinion: Can Apc Wins The Governorship Seat In Akwa Ibom State? by Enoquin(f): 1:31pm On Apr 06, 2015
tempest01:
I think Udom Emmanuel is the change and new breed needed in Akwa Ibom state keeping party affiliations aside.
He was also ssg, and given his experience rising to the top of his career with zenith bank, he has what it takes to move the state forward.

Umana umana is part of the old cabaI...his seeking of the governorship office made him decamp.


I think the only error Akpabio did was to give his zone the deputy governorship slot after doing 8 years. He should have given it to Uyo senatorial district.


But I am positive Udom will win nevertheless.

The issue of APC at the federal level shouldn't be a problem. Governors should be wise enough to be diplomatic so as to curry favour to their States, no matter the party affiliation
Without sentiments, your post is correct. Those that are against Udom are just sentimental. Umana is not what Akwa Ibom needs perhaps if it was 4 or 8 years ago, when anyone could become a governor without us caring about his antecedents.
People keep saying no state should be against the federal power but APC had states that were not in alignment with the center...so, what are people saying? Let PDP learn to be in the opposition and be diplomatic with the centre.
Cross River has been in alignment with the centre and yet Tinapa lay there as a monumental waste.
Akwa Ibom was in alignment with the centre but we did not really have a federal presence except in agriculture and that was a little. The road to Cross River from Akwa Ibom is in shambles, so what has an alignment brought us? Was Umana not part of the old government?

Now on to politics, Akpabio did wrong no doubt but Akpabio's control over Udom will greatly reduce because he will no more have a backing from the central government; Udom will no longer be a puppet as people are envisioning.
LiteratureRe: My Flash/short Stories Collection by Enoquin(op): 4:37pm On Mar 27, 2015
teamplayey:
Another sad ending#
cry I dedicate the next short story ending to you
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Art, Graphics & VideoRe: My Official Nairaland Portfolio (eradesigns) by Enoquin(f): 2:35pm On Mar 26, 2015
I grinned when I saw your designs. You are my kind of graphics person - beautiful minimalism with a good eye for blending well.
LiteratureRe: My Flash/short Stories Collection by Enoquin(op): 10:20am On Mar 26, 2015
Present day - 8.45 pm
“Can I be excused?” I interrupted, taking care to smile. It was time.
“Don’t be rude...” Mother began
“Let the poor girl go. I think Danladi will soon approach her and she perhaps needs time to gather her thoughts.” Father was really amazing this evening nearly making me abandon my plans. He touched my arm briefly smiling and looking into my eyes. Was that a plea? Could I still go through with this? I have to, the time is now.
Smiling briefly again, I walked away.
“Hauwa, can we move somewhere a bit private?” Danladi asked suddenly materializing by my side. I nodded, inclining my head towards the veranda I had just vacated moments earlier.
“Good evening.” We were at the veranda, at the spot I had loved as a child. This was a befitting spot for leaving behind memories.
“Evening nyarinya, you look beautiful as always.”
“This is our second meeting, isn’t ‘always’ a bit overboard?”
“Silly girl, I heard you were a cheeky one.” He replied laughing.
I knew I was acting silly but I couldn’t help with the counter reply “I hate being called silly.”
“Then don’t act silly.” He replied quite unapologetic. I really didn’t need this back and forth.
The silence stretched. I stared into the night's nothingness. I saw him take a peek at his wristwatch. What a shame! A shame we were doing what neither of us wanted. Perhaps it was with another girl he longed to be with or perhaps it was business. It didn't matter.
“Please, can I be excused? I need to get something.”
“Okay but don’t keep me waiting.”
I smiled without humour as I walked past him, walked past everyone and towards my room. In my room, I locked the door and removed my veil. I looked at myself in the full length mirror as I removed my clothes and stood nude.
I cupped my untouched except-by-me breas.ts sighing. I ran my hands throughout my body. I regretted everything. I wish I had felt another man’s touch, something to hold on to in these last moments.
I opened my wardrobe and pulled out a bottle of smuggled Russian Vodka, a valium prescription bottle and a wineglass buried deep under my clothes. The valium was already ground and I emptied it into the wineglass adding a generous dose of the Russian vodka.
Downing it immediately, I lay down. In 20 minutes or less my heart would stop beating. I would first go into paralytic shock and then slowly oxygen would be cut off from my brain. I knew all these because I was a doctor; a doctor who was dying.
I have had Pancreatic Cancer for a while now and didn’t have much longer to live, two days at most. I had been going for therapy to try and come to terms with my illness and on coming demise and yesterday was my last day.
My therapist had wanted me to let my family know but I wanted it this way...when mother was at the height of her glory. She had always insisted on perfection, I was going to be the blip of imperfection on her ...
My thoughts were getting erratic.
Did I regret anything? Should I have...?
Darkness, I gasped for breath and then...


THE END
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PoliticsApc's Mustard Seed - The Social Media by Enoquin(op): 10:02am On Mar 26, 2015
Disclaimer - This article does not intend any bias to any political party as the love for my country transcends being bound to a party's ideology; this is a neutral article that intends to point out the beauty of the opposition.

In early 2013, I watched a classic 'Les miserables'; this movie put most people off because it was a sung-throughout musical but it was pure heaven for people like me because of
1. The music
2. The story line
3. The intended message (s)
4. One of my favourite actress (Anne Hathaway)

I wrote a review on it immediately I finished watching that year and posted it on Naija Stories. If you stumble on the review, you might find it a bit incoherent because it was more of an emotional review. I digress.

The movie reminded me so much about Nigeria and our situation, most of which were expressed through the music 'Look down, you'll always be a slave' and 'At the end of the day' that I felt profound sorrow after watching.
For those of us who love reading historical books, novels and watching such movies; you'll agree that France went through many difficult periods but this article isn't about France and all her revolutions but on the particular message 'Les miserable' brought.

The message was 'the freedom of a country for the greater good of all will always rest on the sweat, tears and blood of just a tiny few'
Indeed, many people can talk about how cruel the authorities and how their policies are rarely people-oriented but few will stand before the said authority to protest because most people cling to the fact that dying in vain is worse than living in tears. Who no like im life?

I don't like APC maybe because of the calibre of people in it, while doing my I.T, I was there when Tinubu made his 'that Ota farmer' jab at the then president and also witnessed the level of politicking to which some 'preachers' - no jab intended at Osibanjo- sunk but I like what they have done so far in pushing to the fore the inadequacies of its arch rival, the PDP even though I do not like the barrage of insults at the office of the president or his family or the fact that their message is a pack of cards - change from a 'messiah'; not because I do not desire progress but because I see that the 'messiah' is bound by chains that he cannot readily extricate himself from. Let's face facts, the real change lies or is needed in the red and green chambers.

The PDP on the other hand, which I always refer to as a complacent party projects itself as a party of lazy people, pot-bellied and fat - no offense intended at fat or slim people - from the wealth of the land, refusing to look into the future but instead guiding the country with averted looks.
For example, early in 2014, in a gathering, I met a PDP campaign manager for someone who hadn't yet declared for a senatorial seat and I asked him this,
"How is it that people are hearing about APC on the radio, seeing them on Television, reading their opinions on Newspapers but hardly hear about the PDP?"
"It doesn't matter," he replied.
"Well, I think it does. APC realizes the power of the media especially the social media and I like the fact that they are utilizing it."
"Look, young lady. How many people do you think are online? It doesn't matter if they talk from today till tomorrow, it changes nothing. People know what PDP has achieved and will look at that. Have you not seen agriculture? Forget those people"

What is wrong with the above conversation? The inability of PDP in seeing the changing times. Their inability to see that it has gone beyond NTA. Yes, I have seen agriculture and its effect already in the markets (availability of foodstuffs minus the pricing) but if I didn't live so close to fresh food, I wouldn't have noticed. That is if I was still in Lagos, I doubt I would have noticed the changes.
Will their complacency have any bearing on the coming elections in a few days? It might not be a gigantic factor just yet but APC has sown a mustard seed - the social media - which will blossom into a huge tree either now or in the next 4 years.

The 2 parties have their campaign anomalies, like the APC trying to push the SS and SE into a guilt trip about tribalism, religious and sentimental voting when almost all the Northerners have gone home ready to do the same, tribalism, religious and sentimental voting.
Or the PDP trying to toy religiously and politically with our feelings as regards Boko Haram, in an aim to get votes from those willing to forget.

So, why should kudos be given to APC self? Because whatever happens on Saturday, any serious opposition will learn to harness the power of the social media for the next 4 years, imagine controlling two elements; the grassroots (ones with no access to the social media) and the social media especially as there is bound to be an increase in smart phone owners.
It is worthy to note that, the social media even as a beneficial tool can be ruthless because it brings forth a social awakening that once awoken cannot be put to sleep either temporarily or permanently, in other words, there is no going back from this road.

So, the 'true' progress seekers in the country from the opposition party should regardless of Saturday's result be proud of this, that they awoken, that they dared and that they believed.

The correlation between that revolution albeit failed in Les Miserable and that of APC is the sown 'seed', the only difference being in the blood shed.

I cannot resist adding this song from 'Les Miserable' to this article.

Do you hear the people sing?
Do you hear the people sing?
Singing the songs of angry men
It is the music of a people
Who will not be slaves again;
When the beating of your heart
Echoes the beating of the drum
There is a life about to start
When tomorrow comes!

God bless Nigeria!
CelebritiesRe: Ever Wondered What A Billion Naira Watch Looks Like? See It Here! by Enoquin(f): 3:49pm On Mar 25, 2015
That's quite a piece! See the stones shocked, dunno if I like the unique face though
FamilyRe: Please Help! My Current Situation Is Depressing. by Enoquin(f): 12:53pm On Mar 25, 2015
Na youthful gra gra dey do you. Calm down first and think of these:

*What's your life aim? Do you just want to make money first, then get an education or you want an education, then work or you want to combine both?
None is an easy route.

*How best can it be achieved?
Leaving your sponsor's house and staying alone or with friends? Staying with your sponsor?

Personally, I think your boss is nice enough to want to sponsor your education without you having to work yourself to death for it.
However, since you blew this year's jamb and next year is still many months away, approach your boss and tell him you need a daytime job like with a business centre or want to learn a skill. Point out that you do not want to stay idle till lessons for next year's jamb begins. I do not think he will turn down that request.

I don't want to touch on your addiction to sport betting since you do not want any moral or religious view, you might be better off with lessons from experience or not.
LiteratureRe: My Flash/short Stories Collection by Enoquin(op): 10:26am On Mar 25, 2015
Fifteen years ago – Evening – Time Unknown
“I don’t want to study that!” I yelled at my mother.
“Stop that noise this minute, Allah save us from stupid children. You are going to study that Hauwa, you will live your life according to my...our plan for you.”
“I want to study English; I want to be a writer, a journalist”
“Who are writers? The scum of the society I tell you. Who knows they exist? Everyone writes, I don’t know why you think you have to be trained for that, if your husband agrees to that mad idea ...”
“I don’t want to get married either, I want...” The deafening slap caused me to see colours I didn’t know existed.
“Listen to me and listen well! I have the final say and you will do as I say, if you attempt anything contrary, I will sell you off or kill you myself, whichever one pleases me. I have
indulged your tantrums enough; fill that form before dinner is served or start to kiss this life goodbye.”
She flung the form at me, slamming the door at me on her way out. I sat frozen and without asking for my permission, the shedding of the old me began, paving way for a future robot.
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LiteratureRe: My Flash/short Stories Collection by Enoquin(op): 10:03am On Mar 24, 2015
Nmeri17:
"Oh, the joy of exchanging one prison for another,
glamorous indeed!"

grin grin #wicked grin
cheesy see the kain statement wey you come like
LiteratureRe: My Flash/short Stories Collection by Enoquin(op): 9:51am On Mar 24, 2015
Yesterday - 5.00 pm
“You seem to be holding up quite well considering...” The man said.
“I was quite weighed down about it but not anymore, whatever will be, will be insha Allah.” I replied getting up and straightening my clothes.
“I still feel we should tell your family ...”
“No!” My outburst surprised him and I smiled to reassure him, “I have everything planned out don’t worry. My mother won’t know what hit her.”
“I hope you aren’t planning anything drastic?”
“And what if I am?”
Shaking his head, he replied “Hauwa, you are simply too intelligent to carry on this way.”
“Ah! But then how did you gauge my intelligence, through our witty conversations or because I agreed to go through with this?”
“Don’t blame me for that, you agreed to it, without that agreement we won’t both be here.”
“Hmmm...I won’t be able to make it to these meetings again though.”
“I understand; what do you feel as regards your impending engagement?”
“Oh, I thought that topic was off limits? Well, I pity Danladi somewhat, if you must know.”
“And why is that?”
“I think it’s time for me to go. I have less than one hour to go get what I need for tomorrow.”
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FamilyRe: Was I Wrong To Have Moved Out Of My Parents' Place? by Enoquin(f): 4:45pm On Mar 23, 2015
missclasssy:
Your decision to leave was the best, considering the reasons you mentioned above.

Wow, its nice to see that you had the courage to tell your parents about your sexuality, especially with living in a country as ours.

I just wish you the best as you undertake this new phase of your life
His parents doesn't know he is gay yet. The move is probably to steel his heart when they find out or not than be bombarded with prayers, admonitions and other means.

@OP Congrats for moving out. It's true you get to discover yourself while alone. As for the sad faces, it's still fresh with time they'll adjust.

My only advice is not to cave into the pressure of marrying a girl to please your parents except the girl knows your sexuality beforehand but doesn't care.
LiteratureRe: Scandal by Enoquin(f): 12:40pm On Mar 23, 2015
Just finished reading.

Observations

*Your tenses are dancing makosa. This implies that you are switching between present and past tenses. And that is the major slip when using the active 'I' voice.

*There's little excuse for misspelt words, try to ensure that they are rarely in your work*

*You also slipped into shortcode sometimes. I no say e no easy to dey type everything but try*

*I know you were/are using your phone hence the poor formatting, if your phone has word, after typing on your notepad, paste it there and try formatting*

*Write out your major plots or a loose plot before starting a story and try to give it an ending there*
For example:
Nnamdi is a lab scientist, 28, owns a bmw. Lives alone. His bestfriend Obioha is also a lab scientist but works for Nnamdi's estranged father, Obi has a step sister, Chinwe an accountant who lives alone.


Ch 1: Nnamdi and Chinwe have sex. Chinwe plays it cool, leaving Nnamdi confused.

Bla bla bla. You write out your chapters till the end that way so that when you pick up a chapter to write on, you have the bare essentials and just need to flesh it out.


So? How do you want your story to end? Chinwe and Nnamdi with conflict thrown in the middle or Chinwe and Nnamdi coming together now to go their seperate ways in the end?

Don't keep your audience waiting smiley
Poems For ReviewRe: Another One For The Hilux :'( by Enoquin(op): 10:54am On Mar 23, 2015
boolet:
Abi? U could be a co-author. wink. Weeping rifles is a novel.
undecided Ogbeni, imagination is everything.
LiteratureRe: My Flash/short Stories Collection by Enoquin(op): 10:40am On Mar 23, 2015
LewisO:
[color=#000033] Enoquin what happened? cry all this long epistle only 1 "Like" so Nairalanders are "Like" greedy, i only have one account, i will open 100 Nairaland accounts so u can get atleast hundred likes from me alone! angry

Will read your epistle later.
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Mockery will get you nowhere.
Poems For ReviewRe: Another One For The Hilux :'( by Enoquin(op): 10:37am On Mar 23, 2015
boolet:
Hmm... quite incredible! kiss
smiley, perhaps you can tweak it for weeping rifles tongue
LiteratureRe: My Flash/short Stories Collection by Enoquin(op): 10:15am On Mar 23, 2015
Nmeri17:
cheesy

pray tell, doth he own a nairaland account?? smiley
Aproko!

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