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That night, she went into my room again, this time with a kitchen skewer. She repeated this for many nights, each with a different weapon such as a fork, apair of scissors, And a scalpel. When she discovered I had been in the corner during the night, she started stabbing the wall where I stayed when she went into my room. I set up blankets and pillows in the bathtub of my bathroom and locked the door, but she discovered I slept in there too. She would repeatedly stab the bathroom door a number of times before she went back to bed. The bathroom door won't hold much longer, the holes have made it not sturdy and suddenlly the door was wide open.....slowly, calmly and dangerouslly, my elder sis walked towards me sleep-walking with a sharp kitchen knife in her right hand and a bowl of acid on her left hand. |
The next morning, sister Arinola seemed her normal self, happily chatting away about her job, with no memory of that night. She told me I looked ill(shey na my fault? Make u come kill me for sleep abi?), and made me stay home from school. "handsome boy like you need a healthy sleep" she joked cheerfully. I smiled weakly, but didn't tell her I was more afraid to fall asleep at the moment than death. When she left for work, I set a kitchen timer for twenty minutes, and slept in shifts, until I heard my sister openthe door..... |
It felt as if my heart had dropped in my stomach. I couldn't wake her up, because that could kill her.Instead, I slowly and quietly crawled out of my bed, and into the corner of my room. She, very slowly, got to the foot at the bed, and stood there for a while, before she stabbed the knife in the mattress. She tugged the blade out of the bed, and, very slowly, walked out of the room. I stood at the corner of my room for a while, too paralyzed to even move, but after a few minutes, I gathered up as much courage as possible and lied on my bed, not sleeping for the whole night.(abi i don sleep?) |
My name is Tayo, and this is my story. Just a few weeks ago, around August 22nd, my birthday. I encountered a disturbing, repeating experience that makes my stomach churn when I think about it. One night, I was lying in the dark, but my body wouldn't let me sleep. I tossed and turned, eager to plunge into the peaceful silence of sleep. My eyes were drooping ever so slightly, and, as if far away, I heard the creaking of my door. Reality jerked me awake, and the growing crack of the door opening freaked me out a little. My parents were gone for a burial ceremony of a relative, and my adult sister Arinola never visited me while I was asleep, but I saw Arinola slowly inch into my room. Her eyes were closed, yet sometimes fluttered open a little. She finally made it into the darkness, holding something shiny and metalic. I could tell she was sleepwalking. As she got closer to my bed, I saw she was holding a knife. |
As I swung open the door I was frozen again, this time by a gust of cold air that chilled me to the bone. I was shivering before the gust even stopped. I started to turn, not being able to really help myself. Before I could get half way, a voice which seemed right next to me, loudly shouted "TAYOOOO Noooooooo!". I dropped to my knees, my heart racing, my lungs not able to gain enough breath to scream. I closed my eyes and started to rock, trying to prepare myself for whatever was about to happen. At that point i was certain The New House was hunted. |
That's when I heard my name. Very soft and very faint, I made out the word "TAYO" which sounded like 'AYO'. My body wouldn't move. My breathing was so labored, I could barely hear the voice as it kept repeating my name. I scrambled to the end of the bed, my eyes darting from the radio, to all around the room. I wanted to scream for my parents, but I couldn't make a sound. And as quickly as it started, it stopped. The radio, which had moments ago called to me in a soft manner, was now back to its regularly scheduled programming. I waited a few minutes, heard still pounding. I needed to get to my parents. I know without hearing it, they would just say I was dreaming. But I needed their comforting presence. I slowly edged to the end of the bed, taking a hesitant step off the bed, touching the floor with a whisper of noise. I stood, slowly making my way towards the door, my eyes taking in the entire room, not really sure what I was looking for. I breathed a small sigh of relieve when my hand touched the door knob. |
On the 7th night, I went to bed as normal (after being forced by my father to listen to the ever boring NTA network news). By 10pm, I was drifting in that space where you weren't completely awake, yet not totally asleep. As I was starting to dream,I heard the first thud. I jolted awake, my ears straining to hear it again. After a few minutes and no more sounds, I chalked it up to something that was possibly in my dream. As I drifted back to sleep, I was humming along to the top music hit that was popular at the time 'baby tani ko fewa shogbon oju n lon mowa' by lagbaja, again my mind wandering to school the next day. I don't think I caught on right away, but as I started to listen again, I noticed my radio was no longer playing the song. The static was low and crackling. I reached over to adjust the radio, thinking it just came out of tune. As I turned the dial slow, trying to catch the radio station, I came across a station that was coming in faintly. I kept adjusting the dial, trying to clear the sound. As it started to come in I froze. |
My name on dis Forum is Fankasibe (scatter) but my real name is Tayo and dis is my story. My parents didn't believe us. In their minds, we were 12 and 9(my little sis). We had just moved into a new house that was "strange," or so at least that was the excuse they gave for all the noises at night and the cold drafts that would come from nowhere. I was determined to show them we were not imagining it. I may have been 12, but I knew what I had felt, and a settling (new environment) house could not be the cause for it. For the next week, I stayed up as late as I could each night, determined that when I heard the sounds, I would wake up my parents and they could hear for themselves. My blanket was securely around me and my flashlight was in hand. My radio was on low. I found I couldn't handle complete silence, but the low radio gave me just enough background that I could still hear the creaks of the house. For 6 nights I waited, and for 6 nights there was nothing. No sounds, no cold drafts. I started to believe my parents may have been right. We had just moved in after all, and maybe it was just the house, and everything was explainable. |
• Where our mothers use ice cream bowls to store pepper in the fridge • Where ladies don't accept flowers for valentine or birthday. • Where lizard go look ur eyeball, nod hin head say "notin dey happen guy" • Where a blind beggar will reject a fake naira note. • Where Groundnuts are sold in BOTTLES and WATER sold in SACHETS. • Where parents claim they were always first position in school. • Where You Can Be A Driver For Years Without A 'DRIVER's LICENCE' • Where government officials don't know the national anthem. •Where Gala and Lacasera are d best options wen stuck in traffic. • Where you are jailed for stealingMaggi and given a chieftancy title for stealingmillions. • Where we fight for everything. To gain admission to university, to get a job and worse still to enter a bus! • Where u are robbed of your phone and the robbers come back for ur Pin code n charger. • Where ur type of GENERATOR shows how RICH you are. • Where you can easily blame your family members in the village for your problems. • Where rich men must have pot belly. • WHERE IF U DO ANYHOW U GO SEE ANYHOW. • Where generator is a social amenity. • Where people dey collect change for beggar hand. • Where igbo men produce Toyota camry jeans and Dr'dre slippers • Where bb torch is sold in traffic for N12k!!! •Where the man who had no shoes is the president. |
Madamè Ruqayatté, uno getamm fö sen'se. |
F.G = make sure you do ur best. PHCN = as usuall sir.....5:00pm sharp we will disconnect d power nation wide. |
Andyblaze: ...BURNA BOY DEY MY STUDIO RITE NOW....FAKE NEWSBroz, wake up frm ur sleep, u don dey bet-wet. |
[quote author=fx-seven]I am interested. I know a lot about NYSC, both policies, and operations.[/quote]chai, na hw many years u take do service, i'm sure u had a carry-over for NYSC. |
RedBenson: Na like dis we go de dey?true talk my guy, but hw will we get GUNS, BULLET PROFFS, CHARMS, CUTLASS, MASK, MONEY TO SETTLE AWÒN AREA BOYS AND STRATEGY ON HOW TO KILL THEM. Naija youths will soon take over the country through revolution, its only a matter of time (T.B JOSHUA don talk am). |
BREAKING NEWS: I'm a Nigerian by birth but an American by origin until ASUU strike is resolved. |
ADVICE TO NIGERIA STUDENTS AND YOUTH IN GENERAL. It's time we think and take things into our own hands. Our predesesures have failed us. Our political and economy situation is now similar to the old Ghana. So help us God. |
don't even trust them.....
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Whenever a Foreigner asks me what ASUU means, I always tell them its an Annual Festival in Nigeria whereby Students are notallowed to go to School ..... How do u define ASUU? |
Prof. X: I can see a mutant in the Asian side, i hear he sees clearly in d dark, i would like u to get ur things ready, u will help go get him before magneto does. WOLVRIN: (sholves his iron claws and smokes his Cigar) right on my way. |
spongeback: No I never didi guess u went to an Ajebutter school where ur teachers would say 'no senior must insult any junior even if u were slapped. |
My Teacher will draw a car on the board and ask u to push it to d other side of the board otherwise he will almost kill u with pankèrè......Mr. Ojo Adegoke (maths teacher) na only God go punish u o. |
I dey follow u like bed-bug. Keep it up. |
Let's play the game and let's have fun. Combine two contrary things or people together in a sentence and ask in (pidgin) what the connection is. Wetin concern dead man with swaggz? Wetin concern bicycle with fuel scarcity? Wetin concern okada with sit-bet? Wetin concern gorillar with economic meltdown? Wetin concern blind man with blue film? Wetin concern Ajirèbi(bald head) with gallas hair cut? Wetin concern Dangote with poverty? |
#47 HOME and AWAY (I am a true Nigerian everywhere). With love, strength and faith, I had kept my promise Within my father’s land, Raising her flag so high, Serving with heart and mind, Conscious of her history, Creating love from her wars, Making unity in her diversity, Considering my father’s pain Which must never be in vain. I have crossed the seas, Going with me a nation, Letting out her heritage Through culture and pride, Sharing it to all with love and smile. In many, I come first Through honesty and hard work, Smelling of her aura, When my heart beats her anthem. I might have leave, But I will never be gone To a place so far Of a journey so long, Without my home in my heart. In me you see my father’s land, In me you see a new generation, In me you see good people of a great nation. Home and Away! I am a Nigerian. written by: Omotayo Suleman (fankasibe) |
peaz4al: People say,human being cannot be perfect but God says be ye perfect(mat. 5:48).There is no choice in this matter,the standard of God remaineth sure(2Tim 2:19).kini problem guy yi, abi shushi deeper-life lòn loni? Broz, abeg no come here come dey form holy-pass. Even Adam (my grand father) fell for d flesh. No man can be perfect in d sight of God only by His mercy we survive in dis sinful world. |
abu0710102013: In christainity they preach notin but prosterity thats all they knowif it was God that asked us this question on NL dis is hw u will loose.....GOD i need just one thing frm u and that is 'YOUR DIVINE FAVOUR BOTH HERE ON EARTH AND IN THE AFTER-LIFE' |
Bleep U: Na wa for this kain news... What is the reason for having a boyfriend/ girlfriend stuffs? Fo sex! That's it.. A pretty girl would have an Ultra ugly boy as a friend simply because the handsome one might not satisfy her sexually or all those absurd stuffs, Now you have seen the repercussion. HANDSOME GUYS LIKE ME CAN NEVER TRY THIS SHIT! [ beat a girl?, harm her? Nooo. Instead we look for someone prettieri fit swear with my life sey u no get girl friend..... OP, i advice ladies to knw d real attitude of who they go out with, d girl fine small sha, R.I.P |
The man wants to die of shock after will beat them |
I love girls who play hard to catch coz when she becomes urs, she will respect your courage. To all those single ladies on NL waiting for 'PRINCE CHARMING' to come sweep them off their feets, u can have this: TO MY CLASSY GIRLS Hello miss!! I can't help but admire ur natural beauty frm afar, u look so adorable and obviously charming......i do nt mean to be rude by asking if i could be ur Man (se.x in my mind) OR TO MY STREET BABES omo élé, see as u set die, kilo n happen na? Fun mi ni numba re kin halla re.... |