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kilokeys:Bobo write the pidgin well na, abi you dey write phone ontop pidgin again? Which wan be 'werin'? Anyways, make una no vex as I no update,I busy pass busy |
spacefreak: You no even go with the flow, come dey write english as if na you born Queen Lizzy.So, wetin you come dey think na? |
I don talk am! As I turn face madam, na plenty tings jus enter my head, wetin I wan tell madam? Which kain lie I go take lie wey my punishment go reduce? As I don dey used to this place, e no go too sweet to return go back to the place wey my papa and mama dey stay. I no talk say I no like my papa and mama o, before una turn to dey curse me but I don big pass the place wey dem dey stay and no be mouth. A girl suppose aim for the skies na, abi no be so? As madam wan open mouth shout again na im I jus fall for ground dey roll. “Mary! What’s this? What’s happening?” The kain fear wey enter my madam voice be wan make me laff but dem no born me well to try am. “Jesus tank you, father tank you.” I stop to dey roll come begin dey shake. Na dat moment oga comot from baffroom. All this time e bin dey listen to music for inside the baffroom, so the man no kukuma hear all the wahala wey bin dey go on. “Holy crap! What’s this?!” “Well, I came in and saw her naked. She was actually bent waist down in front of…” “Stop! Stop!! Is this…like a set-up or what?” The fear wey dey my oga voice no be small one. “Baby, are you even listening to what I am saying. Are you saying that you did not know Mary was in the room? Is it a coincidence that you were in the bathroom and she was ready to leave the room?” “What in heaven’s name are you talking about? And why have you left her uncovered? Gosh baby, sometimes you need to take things one step at a time.” “And what’s that supposed to mean?” “It means you should have ensured that she was covered especially as you saw that I was getting out of the shower and not leave all of her shaking like that.” “Really all of her, why pretend you haven’t seen it all?” “Thanks to you, now I have.” As I see say the ting fit bring kata kata between dem two, na im I sit up. As dem see me, both of dem keep quiet, oga wey no tie towel before quick quick grab one tie, madam jus pull dia bed sheet take cover my body. “What were you doing here, Mary?” Madam use jeje voice ask me. “Oga, madam no vex. Na help I bin dey help una.” “Help who? By sleeping with my husband? Baby, I thought you said…” “Na one prophet ma!” If I no interrupt madam, e fit turn to something else. “The prophet talk say if I no dance naked for every room of the house wey I bin dey stay say the person wey dey hold your belle make you no born pickin go succeed.” “Why would you believe such crap? Oh Mary, you are so silly! Has it ever occurred to you or your prophet that we might be into family planning?” Yes, e better make I dey silly. “But madam, the man dream dey come to pass. E bin dream one time say my papa work go finish and the ting happen.” “Well, hasn’t he had any good dreams like you being crowned Miss Nigeria or winning the ‘who wants to be a millionaire’ show?” My oga fit use style style yab pesin. “I no know sir, I no be God.” “Didn’t you know oga was in the room or didn’t you even hear him come into the house?” “Whenever I dey spirit I no dey hear anyting around me and …” “Well, needless to say Mary, you nearly caused a catastrophe between my wife and I. Next time…” “Next time? Baby, seriously I don’t think there will be a next time. I don't want her around here anymore.” “Come on! Where’s the carefree, forgiving woman I married? I think Mary’s problem stems from illiteracy; she should be a challenge to you. Perhaps she needs to start school. A literate mind wouldn’t easily be conned by a fraudulent prophet and let’s not forget that she thought she was doing us a favor.” Kai, my rep don suffer; shey na me be illiterate? I fit vex now talk de whole truth, if dem like make dem chase me comot but as I think am more, e be like say e go better make I go school sef, at least make I sabi speak engrish small. “Let’s talk about this later, after she is out of our room and besides I don’t like your defending her. Mary go to your room.” As she see say I bin wan comot the bedsheet… ”No, don’t remove that. Just go! Make sure you take it to the laundry later.” “Oga tank you, madam tank you. God go bless una, for my life I no go believe dat prophet again. God tank…” Kai, e be like say na next time wen dem don comot na im I go come carry my wrapper wey dey inside wardrobe be dat. “Mary, just go!” As I bin dey comot, na im I hear oga ask madam. “So, how did you say she was bent… I mean how did you find her again?” "Am I supposed to answer that?!" E be like say my oga take style style get small craze, how im go ask madam dat kain question? Omo men e no concern me sha but na so I bin take escape and na so I bin take start school. Who talk say bush girl dey carry last? |
Please take your dry gin far away from me; you can give it to Mukina, looks like she needs it ![]() chimerase2: |
Game on GGMU! |
Oildichotomy:Ta! comot here ![]() |
Oildichotomy: pronounced as ae-ba |
Akwa Ibom (annang + Ibibio) Please note that 'I' is pronounced as 'e' 'E' is pronounced as 'Eh' 1. Hair (.............) Ided 2. Eyes (.............) Anyen/enyen 3. Ears (.............) Utong 4. Nose (.............) Iwuo 5. Chest (.............) Esit (The heart is also called 'esit') 6. Stomach (.............) Idib 7. Fingers (.............) Nnuon 8. Knee (.............) Edong 9. Toes (.............) 10. Head (.............) Iwuod 11. Mouth (.............) Inua 12. Shoulder (.............) Afada 13. Arm (.............) 14. Hand (.............) Ubok 15. Leg (.............) Ukod 16. Foot (.............) Ipad 17. Cheek (.............) Ifuko 18. Adam's apple (.............) 19. bosom (.............) eba 20. Umbilicus (.............) 21. Abdomen (.............) 22. Groin (.............) 23. joystick (.............) Efed 24. womanliness (.............) Itud 25. Thigh (.............). 26. Calf (.............) 27. Ankle (.............) 28. Forehead (.............) Oko iso (not sure) 29. Chin (.............) 30. Shoulder (.............) See no 12 31. Arm (.............) Repeated no. 13 32. Elbow (.............) 33. Forearm (.............) 34. Wrist (.............) I wish I knew more. |
swag to poju mehn! I no even get swag reach Denrele |
Perhaps she wants to star in a movie that has to do with outer space. The look is 'galactic'. Does this have something to do with Amber? ![]() |
James Michener, one of my top fav authors. I have no idea how you can get them in Nigeria but why not order for them from overseas. The few I read were from few and varied people |
Sad. I keep going back to his face and seeing despair. Something drove this man to this point. If the police force have a therapist or psychiatrist, there is need for him to see one asap. If not, he should be sent to see the one for the state with the force paying the expense even if in the end he gets dismissed. |
spacefreak: Were you expecting a rant? |
![]() How I wan take talk am? Dat morrin as I wan baff na so I dey put ear for dis babe music, Omawunmi, dat song wey she sing say, ‘If you ask me, na who I go ask?’ My madam don comot tey tey and I know say before she go come back e go still tey, so I say before I baff make I carry my body go upstairs for her and oga room. E get one fine white trouser wey she buy and I be one go taste am because I hear say person yansh dey come out well well for white trouser especially if you no wear pant or you wear g-string. Before I go continue my tori make I talk about my madam and oga dem. My Madam: She no too good, she no too bad. Sometimes when I go market come back late, she no go even send me. She go just talk say, “Ehen, I know you went to see your boyfriend. Thank God you didn’t stay too long. Now hurry into the kitchen, my baby would soon be back.” And sometimes when I wash clothes and the ting still get small stain, she go talk say, “You are too dirty Mary, sometimes I wonder if your undies are even clean”; and the annoying ting be say na infront of oga she go shout the whole ting so tey my oga come dey look me one kain. My Oga: He no too good, he no too bad. Na to dey blow grammer up and down like say im be professor, but I hear say im no even finish unifersity say as im papa die, de guy jus use im papa money push im business so tey the business come grow yakata, now my oga na big man. The man no dey eye me o, na jus jeje all of us be for house. Myself: Eferibodi know say I be cool babe. I no dey like wahala, na only to dey wish say one day I go be like my madam. I go get housemaids full ground. One go dey wash my clothes, another one go dey iron my clothes, another one go dey cook my food and the last one go dey go market, abi wetin man pickin want again for this world? So make I continue my tori. As I enter dem madam room, I jus go straight to the wardrobe because I no wan waste time. I rush comot my wrapper, come wear the trouser. Omo men, if you see as the ting fine for my body ehn, you go wan tief me! Na as I dey comot the trouser na im I hear person dey come the room side. Omo, see as I dive enter the wardrobe, even Jackie Chan for give me award. The door open and as I hear my oga voice dey talk with im phone, e be like say dem pour cold water for my body, wetin I go talk say I dey do for dia room? “Yes, it’s fine. I was thinking we could go for that exhibition taking place at the art gallery.” I no know wetin the pesin reply am but I hear as im laff. “No, Tunde. I am married and you know I wouldn’t stray. If you bring that lady over to the exhibition, I may persuade wifey to come with me and that could be quite unpleasant for the lady and yourself. Quit trying to make me fall man, I wouldn’t do anything to hurt my wife. Look I’m going to put you on the speaker because I want to take off my clothes” Chei, Oga abeg no comot your cloth, abeg! God where you dey? But e be like say even God dey use me play as my oga comot im cloth finish come even mess on top. “You are crazy men! Why would you fart like that with me on speaker?” The voice from the phone ask my oga. “Really, that’s a ludicrous question. I can do whatever I want in my house. Moreover I am alone.” Abeg Oga you no dey alone o, no mess again abeg. Kai! The mess smell no be small. Shey na de food wey I dey cook dey make oga mess smell like this? “Hey man, I’ve got to go. I want to have my bath and freshen up before wifey comes home. We’ll talk later.” My oga cut the call come enter bathroom. I manage come outside as I say make I look for my wrapper wey I throw inside wardrobe wen oga dey come, na im one big abarra land for my back. “So this is what you and my husband do, when I am not around?!” All my body shock and piss nearly comot as I bin hear madam voice for my back. Una don forget say I no wear pant and my yansh jus chook outside as I bin wan bend down carry my wrapper. As I turn face madam, I jus weak because I know no how I wan take talk am. |
in one of the chat he was telling the friend not to call me his wife that am his baby mama, that did the friend followed him to church or court that he will address me as his wife. The above quote is the truth even though it might hurt. A promise cannot be compared to an actual deed. So, 'I will marry you' is a mere promise till he acts on it which is seeing your people and then court or church. this is someone that gave me gonorrhea while I was 3month pregnant. If he was reckless during your pregnancy, why did you still stay. I am pretty sure you treated the gonorrhea with your money and his too. In my opinion, it isn't spiritual. He got everything for free and couldn't be bothered anymore now he wants something fresh. So, move on with your daughter. Oh? And keep him updated on his daughter's progress via the phone regardless of whether he shows an interest or not. Is that fair? No, but it was no longer in your favour when you moved into his place on your own freewill |
I loved Limca When you are having fun together The sun and the sea together Music and dance together Lime and lemon drink together All you need is a drink...Limca Lime and lemon drink...Limca Then Goldspot I like to zing with a Goldspot Tasty, exciting orange drink Instant refreshing orange drink It's getting exciting That's goldspot you bet (I don forget the words dem sing for here) Goldspot the zing thing 2x Goldspot! Then Tandy |
I stumbled on this interesting article online and thought to share. I would have edited but do not want to infringe on their copyright, I didn't have time to check what it is. But I have unlumped each category so you could go through the information faster So, what money type are you? 1. The Innocent The Innocent takes the ostrich approach to money matters. Innocents often live in denial, burying their heads in the sand so they won't have to see what is going on around them. The Innocent is easily overwhelmed by financial information and relies heavily on the advice and opinions of others. Innocents are perhaps the most trusting of all the money archetypes because they do not see people or situations for what they are. They are not unlike small children in the sense that they have not yet learned to judge or discern other's motives or behavior. While this trait can be very endearing, it is also precarious for an adult trying to cope in the real world. We all start out our journey in life as innocents. However, as we grow and develop, the veil of innocence is lifted and replaced by our experience with the outer world. 2. The Victim Victims are prone to living in the past and blaming their financial woes on external factors. Passive-aggressive (prone to acting out their feelings in passive ways rather than through direct action) in nature, Victims often appear disguised as Innocents, because they seem so powerless and appear to want others to take care of them. However, this appearance is often either a conscious or subconscious ploy to get others to do for them what they refuse to do for themselves. Victims generally have a litany of excuses for why they are not more successful, and they are all based on their historical mythology. That is not to say that bad things haven't actually happened to the Victim. More often than not, Victims have been abused, betrayed, or have suffered some great loss. The problem is that they have never processed faced their pain, and so it has turned on them. Victims are always looking for someone to rescue them, because they believe they have suffered enough. They carry a sense of entitlement: "I paid my dues, look at my battle scars, where's my due"? 3. The Warrior The Warrior sets out to conquer the money world and is generally seen as successful in the business and financial worlds. Warriors are adept investors, focused, decisive, and in control. Although Warriors will listen to advisors, they make their own decisions and rely on their own instincts and resources to guide them. Warriors often have difficulty recognizing the difference between what appears to be an adversary and a worthy opponent. A worthy opponent should be embraced as an opportunity to put down the sword and recognize the potential for growth and transformation being offered in disguise. Worthy opponents are most easily recognized as the person with whom you have the greatest conflict. When we are willing to step back and recognize the lesson and truth this person has to teach, even when it is disguised as conflict, their presence is worthy of our attention. When we recognize the conflict as an opportunity for growth, our "opponent" has, in fact, served us. The world is filled with Warrior types, who run the gamut from enjoying the sport of business and the skillful art of negotiating to those whose single-minded intent is simply to win at any cost. 4. The Martyr Martyrs are so busy taking care of others' needs that they often neglect their own. Financially speaking, Martyrs generally do more for others than they do for themselves. They often rescue others (a child, spouse, friend, partner) from some circumstance or other. However, Martyrs do not always let go of what they give and are repeatedly let down when others fail to meet up to their expectations. They have formed an unconscious attachment to their own suffering. The Martyr moves between two distinctly different energies: one that seeks to be in control and control others and the other being the wounded, often very needy, child. Martyrs tend to be perfectionists and have high expectations of themselves and of others, which makes them quite capable of realizing their dreams because they put so much energy into needing to be right. Like Victims, Martyrs often live in high drama, experience a lot of highs and lows, and struggle with their attachment to negative experience. They see the glass as half empty instead of half full. Their focus on the negative often keeps them from realizing the deep wisdom that lies within their experience. Martyrs who are willing to do their own work to heal their woundedness have the capacity to become gifted healers and powerful manifestors -- money Magicians. 5. The Fool The Fool plays by a different set of rules altogether. A gambler by nature, the Fool is always looking for a windfall of money by taking financial shortcuts. Even though the familiar adage "a fool and his money are soon parted" often comes true, Fools often win because they are willing to throw the dice; they are willing to take chances. The Fool is really a combination of the Innocent and the Warrior. Like the Innocent, the Fool is often judgment impaired and has difficulty seeing the truth about things. An adventurer, the Fool gets caught up in the enthusiasm of the moment, caring little for the details. The primary difference between Fools and Innocents is that Fools are relatively fearless in their endeavors and remain eternal optimists regardless of the circumstances. In this manner, Fools are like Warriors in that they seem to always land on their feet and are not easily defeated. The Fool also sets out to conquer the world but is easily distracted and lacks the discipline of the Warrior. The Fool is much more interested in money making as a sport or form of recreation than as a serious endeavor. Fools would happily give the shirt off their backs only to realize later that it wasn't their shirt or that it was their last. The Fool does possess some rather remarkable qualities that if mastered make her quite capable of becoming a Magician. The Fool lives very much in the moment and is quite unattached to future outcome. Most of what Fools pursue is for the simple pleasure of doing it. Most of us could learn from this characteristic of the Fool. However, until the Fool becomes enlightened he will continue to attract money easily, only to have it quickly slip through his fingers because he's simply not paying attention. 6. Creator/Artist Creator/Artists are on a spiritual or artistic path. They often find living in the material world difficult and frequently have a conflicted love/hate relationship with money. They love money for the freedom it buys them but have little or no desire to participate in the material world. The Creator/Artist often overly identifies with the interior world and may even despise those who live in the material world. Their negative beliefs about materialism only create a block to the very key to the freedom they so desire. Creator/artists most fear being inauthentic or not being true to themselves. The Creator/Artist is constantly struggling for financial survival. This is not because they lack talent or ambition. Rather, they are stuck in a belief system that disempowers their ability to manifest money. Too many people on the creative or artistic path feel that money is bad or lacking in spirituality. This is only true to the extent that one believes it is true. And to the extent that Creator/Artists maintain this belief system, they are limiting themselves and creating a block to the flow of money. The Creators/Artists who work to integrate the spiritual with the material world will find an end their struggles. Since they have often spent much of their time and paid much attention to their inner journeys and creative potential, Creators/Artists already possesses many of the qualities necessary to become Magicians. This type most needs to accept the world she lives in and embrace in all its many dimensions. To stop suffering from the tension we feel between the spiritual and material worlds, we must learn to embrace both worlds as part of our own duality. 7. The Tyrant Tyrants use money to control people, events, and circumstances. The Tyrant hoards money, using it to manipulate and control others. Although Tyrants may have everything they need or desire, they never feel complete, comfortable, or at peace. The Tyrant's greatest fear is loss of control. Tyrants are often overdeveloped Warriors who have become highly invested in their need for control and dominance. While Warriors are often heroic in their true concern for others' welfare, Tyrants are purely self interested. This type is interested in power and control for its own sake and will forsake other people if necessary to gain more of it. Throughout history, the Tyrant has emerged as the ruler who dominates and destroys with no sign of remorse. Today Tyrants are the political leaders, businesspeople, or family figureheads who use whatever means necessary to win at all costs. The Tyrant is a master manipulator of both people and money. Perhaps it's because the Tyrant type is often the most financially successful image we have in our society that so many of us believe that money is the root of all evil. Television and the media do their part to further convince us that although we may think we want more money, we just need to look at what's become of those who actually have it. It's enough to make anyone hesitate. Tyrants, however, are not as rich as they appear. Sure, they have everything money can buy (which often does include beautiful people) and never have to worry about paying the phone bill, but they lack many things that money cannot buy. They are often, in spite of their apparent success, very fearful and rarely feel any sense of fulfillment. The Tyrant suffers from a condition I call "chronic-not-enoughness." 8. The Magician The Magician is the ideal money type. Using a new and ever-changing set of dynamics both in the material world and in the world of the Spirit, Magicians know how to transform and manifest their own financial reality. At our best, when we are willing to claim our own power, we are all Magicians. The archetype that is active in your life now is the place you need to grow from. By understanding your own personal mythology and the history behind your current money type, you will become conscious of patterns and behavior that are preventing you from having the relationship with money you desire. When you have reached the point of understanding and have become aware of all that you need to know at this point on your journey, you will be ready to transform your newly acquired consciousness into the reality of your life. The Magician is fully awake and aware of herself and the world around her. The Magician is armed with the knowledge of the past, has made peace with his personal history, and understands that his source of power exists within in his ability to see and live the truth of who he is. Magicians know the source of power to manifest lies in their ability to tap into their Higher Power. With faith, love, and patience, the Magician simply waits in certainty with the knowledge that all our needs are met all the time. Magicians embrace the inner life as the place of spiritual wealth and the outer life as the expression of enlightenment in the material world. They are infinitely connected. Modified to include source: http://www.moneycoachinginstitute.com/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=49&Itemid=73 |
I heard many people say 'I know what to wear to church' meaning you wear something different outside? Are we into the gospel of men or God? God doesn't dwell in (or restricted to) your church buildings oh, so what you wear outside that God sees everyday and not your pastor, why not wear it to church? Or are there different rules for outside and inside church? So, in a funny way; those who wear those revealing clothes to church are more honest they just need to be taught to adore their bodies by covering it up properly both inside and outside the church. Make I go cook before I late for church. Happy new month and shalom! |
spacefreak:You are looking at it from wrong angles. There are long stories that end tragically. The concubine by Elechi Amadi, one of the most gripping Nigerian novels I read in my teens ended tragically. Never will I forget Ihuoma or Ekwueme and Emenike. Things fall apart? The television series might have held me spell bound but the book did more than that and that was tragic too. Books that have ended not in the way one expected? The beautiful ones are not yet born by Ayi Kwei Armah Weep not child by Ngugi Wa'thiongo Lion and the Jewel by Wole Soyinka The Sicilian by Mario Puzo etc That's blowing your first theory off. These stories aren't new. So, I didn't just sit and work on them now; they were already written and in my completed stories folder. They have even been posted on other forums. True, I have less time but brother I tell you, once a scene needs to be fleshed out to a story, it can be done. Not all stories need to be fleshed out and that's a truth. Well, I have my lazy days as a writer. I write scribbles that I might not go back to or stumble on and flesh it out or discard it. Before I ever started writing short stories, I started on a long one. I still have my unpublished novel. I only plan to write 3-5 novels in my lifetime, shoot 2 into a movie. Now to the truth: I don't like screen reading. I love the paperbacks, the smell of a novel, the writing, the font, the paper used. The screen cannot compensate for half of that feeling so I stay off reading long stuffs online and that accounts for me writing short stuffs Most Nigerians don't like reading muchless something long Short stories show how disciplined a writer can be. Because instead of you rambling off, you'd have to get your point/description across with fewer words. Lastly, when I develop a story. I have to feel what my characters are feeling or it won't pass off as realistic to me. I am my greatest critic. Sometimes, I allow the characters dictate the flow of the story other times, I get a grip on the characters and write it my way. I don't know how else to explain this point. Now this was an epistle |
teamplayey:Trying To Conceive |
spacefreak:Well, I am a realist. Much as there are happy endings in life, there are sad endings as well. Good things do not only happen to good people neither do bad things happen to only bad people. Most people give a happy ending to their stories but only few end their stories tragically. Do all my stories end tragically? No, I mostly allow the characters dictate the course of the story. Now, I am curious to know why you think I only write shorts... Thanks ![]() |
Well, Mfon's ending - That had to be realistic enough. You need to know about most prayer houses to understand why it had to end that way Two women? - she didn't leave her husband na...who knows if her marriage will take a turning point from the hug ![]() This one? - It pained me too but one day I visited the TTC thread for women 2 years ago and that is what inspired the ending. The characters dictate the story most times. Remember, we all cannot write the same way. Thank you for the feedback and Amen teamplayey: |
spacefreak:My writings are basically based on research which includes reading, observing others, listening etc |
teamplayey:Disappointing? No, I'd say different. Similarities? Well, my stories rarely have happy endings. So, if you point out the similarities you are refering to, I'd be able to reply and clarify. |
spacefreak: Merci Monsieur |
I woke to white. Everything felt as if I was in a tunnel. The angels were in white. I thought I read that they shone. There were black angels too…there were even female angels. One was coming forth with an object that had a needle attached and was saying something to me. “What?” I tried to ask but my mouths wouldn’t form the words and sweet darkness was beckoning yet again. I woke again and this time, I could turn my head. Biyi sat looking haggard and older than 45, Yemisi had puffy eyes. They knew how I felt about appearances and I wanted to ask them why they felt they could look haggard just because I was in the hospital. My mouth felt bitter and I was so thirsty. I also felt very empty inside and was aware my stomach no longer felt heavy. Biyi saw me awake and jumped up, pushing Yemisi to the door. Why were they acting like that? I wanted to ask but I was too weak and tired and the darkness held such a sweet promise of no questions asked. I woke again and this time aside Biyi and Yemisi; Tara was hovering over me and immediately called on Biyi who pushed Yemisi to the door again once she noticed I was awake. The doctor came in and after carrying out some examinations spoke gently to me. “How are you feeling Mrs. Adesanya?” “Weak but fine;” my statement evoked a sigh of relief from the other occupants except the doctor who kept on a blank face. “That’s good news. It means you are recovering well.” “Thank you…how is my baby?” “I think you should get yourself in…” “I am fine. How is my baby?” “Baby, I think you need to…” I ignored Biyi and asked the doctor again; “how is my baby, doctor?” “You had a premature rupture of the membrane and the doctor on call had to administer Ergometrine in a bid to stop the bleeding and…” “Where is my baby?” “Dead Mrs. Adesanya; we had to evacuate the baby after a scan and series of test revealed that the baby had stopped moving.” “You promised…you promised me…” Biyi already at my side held me close but I couldn’t stop the wail. It held everything that I had gone through in the past 7 months, my hopes, fears and disappointments. It only stopped when a nurse was summoned to put me to sleep. Biyi held me all the while. So here I was, a woman destroyed. I had failed at the one thing I truly wanted. Nothing could console me, Not even the showers of love. They came and they left They preached and they counseled Consoled and preached again But nothing could work. They gathered and took a decision For the creature had given birth to a girl The creature was to leave, a decision aimed to please me But nothing worked I later asked to be taken to my baby’s grave and after much pleading asking me to reconsider and consultations amongst themselves, Biyi drove me there. At the grave I wept and allowed myself to finally call aloud the name I had wanted to give him for I was later told it was a boy; Anuoluwamipogan - God’s mercy on me is too much. Two months after Morenike’s depature, Biyi told me he was ready to go for a paternity test. “No, don’t” “Why not?” He asked, surprised at my change in decision. I shrugged in reply. There was no need to shatter his last hope. It would destroy him to lose twice. Perhaps later when he could handle it – the news that the baby girl wasn’t his – I would tell him and perhaps we would opt for an adoption then; but for now I needed him to enjoy the feeling of having a child. THE END |
campusflavour:You are right about they being in black market, they have been so entrenched into the system unlike the fuel 'retailers' |
Darn it! I will have to rewrite the constitution then. *sighs* The travails of a writer ![]() Realgana: |
Nmeri17:How's the next post for a plot twist? ![]() |
“What did the doctor say?” Biyi asked, his breath coming in heavily down the line. “He said to take things easy, otherwise I am fine.” “Okay, I guess that’s good news. So…are you headed home or to work?” “I guess to work, I have been absent too much of late. Why are you breathing this heavy?” “One of my men fell off a ladder and I have been running around ever since.” “Oh, will he be alright?” “I hope so. Listen, I will talk to you later. I love you.” “Hmm, okay. Bye.” ……………………………………………………………………………………………………… I was running in a stream and struggling with something heavy. The thing pulled at me and I screamed falling into the water. I woke up and the bed was all wet. Scared, I nudged Biyi awake. “Hmm…Baby what is it?” Biyi asked putting on the light. Immediately Biyi saw the bed, he jumped up. Throwing on a shirt over his boxers, he grabbed his car keys and lifted me from the bed. “God, what is happening? He asked looking round wildly. "Ronke hold on.” Opening the door, he half ran with me in his arms towards the stairs shouting for my sister. “Yemisi! Yemisi!! Olorun ma gba mi ke… Yemisi!!! Where are you?!” Yemisi dressed in her night gown and still somewhat sleepy rushed out in confusion. “Brother mi kilode?” Seeing the dripping liquid and the wild look in Biyi’s eyes, she rushed forward “Sister Ronke? Kilon sele…[i] Brother mi?! Jesu!” “Gba…gba… Take…take the keys from my hands. Open the car. Run and open the gate…Yemisi se kia… hurry up ni tori olorun.” “Brother mi, I am coming to the hospital with you.” “No stay, call everyone. Tell them oh…tell them to come and help me…ah Ronke, temi ti tan! Don’t leave me Ronke. We are on our way to the hospital.” In all the confusion, I saw the curtains to the creature’s room twitch. I should tell Biyi to hold her responsible but the darkness was calling and I obeyed…anything to stop the pain…anything! |
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You no even go with the flow, come dey write english as if na you born Queen Lizzy.
Please take your dry gin far away from me; you can give it to Mukina, looks like she needs it 



should be existing if the supply is adequate for all