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flow1759: i go bush go smoke and s'hit. Guy if u smoke and s'hit at the same time, na enough inspiration u go get oh, try am na?

[size=50pt]Guy, when you dey smoke igbo dey s'hit at the same time, na so your system go free as the sh'it go dey pass freely. Na so e be ma if you wan chop, smoke igbo, you go finish one drum of food.

FREELY YOU HAVE EATEN, FREELY THE BUSH SHALL RECEIVE[/size]

Una no dey compliment something like this..... Is it all the time you expect funny stories?

Adaora sat under the wing of their dusty balcony;staring into an old photo of her dead mother,flood of tears rolling down her cheeks,locked in her memory are wishes heaped like an anthill, if only she could turn back the hands of time;perhaps, her mother would have still be there for her, if she can strike a bargain with death; probably, her mother would still be breathing. Adaora has refused to accept the fact that her beautiful mother is dead nor would she stop blaming herself for the death of her mother. It has been 3years her mother left for a journey beyound and Adaora still feel her like she just left yesterday.

On that fateful morning, Adaora was getting ready to go to work, staring into her hand mirrow, putting final touches to her already powdered face, looking so beautiful with her light pink lip gloss and her pointed nose; her sick mother lay on the bed watching her beautiful daughter dress for work. "Adamma,what will happen if you stay with me today without going to work",she grumbled "mama,you know i would really love to stay with you,if not just that i must go and get money for your drugs and other things,remember i still need to pay Chinedu's school fees" Adaora whispered to her mother rejecting the feeling that she's abondoning the poor woman to the claws of loneliness and boredom. "Am sorry i've to leave you but i'll return before you know it" she smiled and kissed her mother on the forehead;her mother managed to smile,holding back tears building up. "Go well my daughter and may heaven continue to bless and protect you for me", she said "Amen" Adaora chorused. Ada picked up her handbag and left for work that day without knowing she would never meet her mother at home again.

It was barely 5hrs she left for work, wen she recieved a call that changed her life and left her wishing for a mother she would never have again. In her haste to leave for work,she forgot to keep her mother's drugs where she can easily reach it,her weak mother was struggling to bring down the bag hung on the wall where the drugs are kept,she slipped and hit her head on a chair and collapsed. Neighbours rushed her to a nearby hospital where she was battling between staying alive and embracing the sweetened cruel cold hands of death;the call left Adaora shivering from head to toe with giant goose pimples all over her body, she rushed to the hospital;on getting there,the condition of her mother left her weeping hysterically begging her mother to stay with her,her feeble mother managed to smile,"my dear, i promised myself not to give up untill i see you again, please donot blame yourself for whatever happened,God knows best,i wish i can fight it but am too weak to fight,the wind is so cold now that my body is freezing,the sun is so cruel that my eyes wish to be shut, i can't feel myself nor seem to conjure your image,please take good care of your siblings especially your younger brother Chinedu, i Love you so much and don't ever make the same mistake i made in marriage" she grumbled inbetween dying breath and with this last words she left her daughter screaming and sobbing her eyes out.

Since that day, Adaora's life has been in shambles, she can't stop crying, the funeral went in a swift and the remains of mother was laid to rest. She treasured every moment she spent with her mother; perhaps, if she had stayed with her mother that day,she wouldn't have slipped;probably, the could have been a recovery miracle. If she is given a golden chance to wish for anything, she would wish to have her mother back. Adaora was crying painfully, clutching her younger brother not minding that the little boy was squirming from discomfort,he is her golden responsibility and she love him with every breath left in her. The memories of her mother keep coming back to her, locked in a closet like a stone is the moments they spent together in her dusty "DIARY"

[quote author=Mazi_Omenuko]Choi!!! You killed Tracy! Now who's lucan going to 'tidy' You didn't even allow him the pleasure of one round of something before killing his gf!!!

#. . .thinking aloud. . .shebi lucan is allowed to do a flash back of the good times he had with his girl. . .#



Ok, lemmie go and start work joor.[/quote]I don't even know what to say until it gets to my turn....

dengx: Mazi great job,ur story brought me to nairaland and I registered immediately.hope I didn't miss much b4 joining

Nah, not at all. You should just get comfortable and enjoy the jabs that will soon be meted out to you. Welcome Son

Them hidden post were good to be hidden because it could have served as a source of derailment.... Cuddlemii, you are doing a great job

Typically Nigerian... After starving us of updates, you decided to post only one... Baba is watching o... And you berra do something about it as the day breaks because you deprived me of sleep last night, so make up for it.


By the way, i can see things unfolding, whoever says Mazi is going to let Tina (is that her name, cos she had been playing a silent role all through) go scot-free should remember the voice of ''THE UGLY ONE'' about Mazi tidying lots of married women....


Bask in the euphoria of the suspense but I myself already predicted the story.


Ehm... Mazi, na yoke I dey yoke oooo

movmentish: Noooooo don't do love!!!! It ends up becoming a pornovel........
Dan iska sai kayi ta barin labari guntu guntu,ni ne daniskan sauro fa

Burauba... Kuma ban yi tunanin abun ba.... Kai wato kenan mahaukaci neh... Daga yau, sa ido zan dinga ma....

[quote author=Mazi_Omenuko]"Hello hotie", she said as she picked the call.
We spoke for some seconds, then I told her I wanted to be with her this night.

"I hope you didn't dream of me last night", she asked.

"No, I didn't. But I thought of you a lot. You really drove me crazy", I replied.

"You drove yourself crazy, I just cleared the road for you". She said and smiled over the phone.

"So, let's meet this evening".

"I hope you are not taking me to that same dark parade ground? I don't want you blaming me if you drive yourself crazy again", She said.

That was exactly what was on my mind. And her hands alone isn't going to solve the 'craze', I wanted to f'u'c'k her.

"I enjoyed the craze I went for you", I said, "just that I needed more, I wanted you".

She paused for some seconds. It stretched like eternity. Then she said calmly. . .

"I am married". . .[/quote]Pardon my quoting here o... I saw it first

HotNaijaBabe: U call what was done to Mazi at that age enjoyment!!!! .. Last I checked, it's called child abuse. And that aunt of his did him wrong.

Nothing like child abuse until the mother catches the child and the proposed adult in the act... Put am for the back of your mind

dayleke: What did you tell him when he asked you what was so funny for you to be laughing like that?

See Amebo

[quote author=Mazi_Omenuko]You don't need to be told the rest. . .[/quote]I need to be told the rest o, if not I will bring my little story up and you know that will further push the thread close to that other section because my stories touch