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Come and continue... Nothing like 2014 oooo....

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Thanks also to Cuddlemii (I for cuddle you had it been I dey close to you) for keeping her word, you are the best.

Mods wey move am come front page, Mukina2 and Co. Na una try pass....

Egba girl: Very refreshing! I thoroughly enjoyed it. Please write more! I shall definitely be subscribing.

Owk dear, but this one is ended... Watch for my new work... Still working on it sha...

**Warriors of the Delta**

Kai... No comments up till now... Well... I dey patient...

CLIQBOY: *clapping my hands*

People shall also clap for you my friend nd brother...

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Wizee: foxy u too much. More power to ur elbow.

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[quote author=Okiki_Oluwa]Nice. The concluding part got me by suprise. Tot all u knw is writing abt fvck fvck fvck just like born2f.uck[/quote]First impression truely matters... I'm truly sure you read some of my piece but then... Itz New Year nd I've gotten a resolution..

INNO18: i've always dreamt of writing a book, i even started 1, 4yrs ago while i was in SS1, but later ran out of ideas. Foxybone this short novella has inspired me Greatly and i think i might reconsider writing a book once more. Lest i forget an incredidble piece of art you put up here. Nice work

Comments like yours inspires me and eggs me into putting on a better piece... Thanks...

AAC: Hmm... Ur written hausa aint dt bad. But its nt from d core north (Kano, Zaria, Kt, Keb., Zm. & Sok.). Its more like d kd/Nasarawa/Plateau hausa.

Well, I'm from the core north, if my written Hausa is bad... You can go ahead and call to see if my spoken hausa also fall within ur classification.... ''Kano tumbin giwa''

Thanks for your comment by d way...

Damex333: No vex, but those boss they hide tinz 4 their guys,why na,wel no qualms,nice work foxy,but u re using attai here too.

Erhm... I know... Had to do it so I don't have to get lost....

Reading without commenting...

Damex333: Did i hear u say long,after days abi. U don try soften ur pigin small as i read everything witout racking my brain.

Ehm... I am racking my brain here o...

Early the next day, John Togo and Emeka went out leaving Tompolo to oversee the early morning drill. Both of them remained silent as they made their way down a footpath which only they can see as it was invisible to the normal eyes. Their guns slung on their shoulders with a bag containing magazines and other ammunitions on their back.

The forest was cold that morning as they made their way through it in a rehearsed form as they had trekked that road severally. No one else know that path but the three leaders. Anyone following them gets lost in the forest mysteriously only to be discovered days later floating in the creek his face torn off. The early morning mist was soon to settle and the water contained in it provided a comforting hug to the travelers who are already accustomed to it. The sun never really shines in the forest but you can tell when the sun is out by the number of thin light falling straight on the decayed leaves that litters the forest. Even when it rains, the forest is relatively dry but smells that tingles the nose and endears one to the forest flies with the air.

Soon they came to an opening on which a river flowed at the center carry along weeds with it. Emeka remained at the bank while John Togo turned back and went into the forest. Soon a splashing sound was heard as Togo emerged with a raft from a bend at the river. Emeka quickly got onto it as Togo paddled deep into the creek. Soon the river started to open and the sound of big waves was persisted as they came closer to the opening but instead of going to the open sea, Togo diverted to a corner where they both came down. Looking round to make sure none was watching them, they made their way to a cluster of pushes which the pushed aside. They pulled a speed boat from underneath the bushes which they pushed to the river and climbed on with Emeka driving it through the river into the high see with speed.

As Emeka piloted the speed boat through the sea, Togo who sat stood by his side sighted the vessel they had come for. It was far in the high sea, its flag waving and giant mast towering the rest of its body. On it were boldly written the word “Virgin of the Atlantic”. He smiled, the foreigners had kept to their word, now is the time to keep theirs.

Nice one.... Very much like the one I wrote....

Enjoy....

LAST WORDS OF AN UNBORN CHILD

Ushered we were into the room
Years of training given to us by our silent feeders
Outrun your counterparts was all they said
My mind made up to be the best
I had trained for this and here am I
Face to face with destiny to prove myself
Yes and prove myself I did
We were propelled by an invisible force
When passion surged through the body of our maker
Through a red tunnel we passed with glee
Others falling by the way side
But alas we were trapped in a leathery cage
Lives being choked out of our being slowly
Hope to live vanishing before our eyes
But my hope did not diminish for once
My strength did not slack a bit
I struggled hard against the leathery net
Until I succeeded in passing through a little hole into my destination
Yes…. I was rewarded by my gallantness
Adieu my friends… I swim into life….
I will tell mama about you when she receives me….

The journey was tumultuous but I persevered
Going through the rehearsed tunnel to my destiny
My strength refreshed by my desire to live
My vision of a life in a cave of my own
Nourished abundantly by my mother’s blood
Yes… By every love she has within her
Her heartbeat will be my violin
The heaving of her chest in breath my cushion
Her laughter shall be my happy feet
Her tears a reminder that I barely survived
Oh... The Joy I have and the love building deep within me
I surely will love her smile when I see her
I will sleep cuddled with love in her bossom
When though I cry, she shall sing a lullaby for me
Her smiling face I will always see when I awake from sleep
Revived I swam on to the chambers where my destiny laid
Surrounded by a soothing wall of protection
Home sweet home…. I grow in you at last mum…..

My expectation was realized
For love and shower was poured on me
I lacked nothing… I had company
What a great place to be
Surrounded with the best I could ever wish for
Can you hear me mum… I grow in you
I will tell you how it is here when we meet
I will tell you about my friends trapped in that net
I will tell you about the journey
The obstacles I encountered and overcame
Surely mum, you have in you a brave child
I will protect you when I come out
Never to poop on you except when necessary
I love you mum…. I will love you more when I see you

Four months is gone and I can see my fingers
I could breath in fluid from you
I can feel it when you touch me
Even when you lie down in sleep… your heart beat assures me
Surely you are the best mom ever….
I did notice something… I am always bathed
Hot water scalding me each moment
Drugs I can’t digest fed to me frequently mom
Let me tell you a secret mum
I am special, immune to harmful drugs

Why lie down so soon mum
I am not ready to face you
My bones are still too feeble to defend you
Why is the tunnel opening mum
The way is not yet prepared for my passage
Why do I see a shiny object coming in mum
Why do you bleed from its touch on you
Help mum!!! My leg has been injured….
Help mum!!! I am wounded in my stomach
My connection to you severed
I can’t feel my fingers anymore
I am weak and my breath is short-coming
Mum!!! I see a hand coming in….
Pulling my soft flesh apart….
I am separated from you mum forever!!!
But I know you were asleep
You were not aware I am being killed
Taken away from you and dismembered
Wrapped to together in a thicker leathery net
Disposed in a dark pit surrounded by terrible smells
Guess what mum!!! I am gone to the bright right
To rest forever with my creator….
But cherish you I will always…

I forgive you mum for now I know
I was never wanted in the first place
I wish you had kept me!!!
Adieu Mum!!! We will see next time
And I hope to be born again…!!!

This update is kinda long o... Your comments are welcomed... I'm trying to reconcile two different personalities.

I looked at the clock on the wall, it was already some moments past midnight and the sky outside was cloudy. No trace of the moon and the stars seemed to be having a swell time peeping out of the clouds that sailed past to an unknown destination. Soon the wind came, followed by flashes of lightning accompanied by thunder. I had one thing for thunder, I had always feared them but had to do away with the fear when I found myself in the creeks. Rains come without warning and the tall trees always hide the sun from view while inside the forest. It is only the clouds and moon with a few stars that can be seen at a particular time when the moon embarks on its journey across the earth.

I looked at the clock again, this time getting angry and wishing I had join the others in going for the meeting, now all I have to do is seat idly while awaiting their return. I cursed under my breath and wishing it was not my turn to cook that night. My cabin mates always looked forward to my cooking as I had stayed a long time at home with my mother as the only son doing chores and menial jobs but had to leave the village for the creek when she had succumbed to cholera.

“Who go see us remain asleep# who go hear of us remain deaf# our name na poison# our voice na weapon”

I adjusted my sitting position as I heard their voice. The boys are now coming back and it would be uncalled for to find me sleeping or in a weak position. During orientation and initiation, we had been told not to give sleep a chance whenever we are alone, so fighting sleep has become something I always looked forward to. I had conquered sleep in numerous battles that sleep had gone to reinforce just to defeat me. The door to the cabin opened the same moment I dished out the food I had prepared. Yam porridge with lots of fish caught from the sea. The aroma that emanated from the pot a while ago had tempted me in tasting directly from the pot but I held myself. After all, Baba whose charm I had come to believe in had told me with a shaky voice:

“A..tt..ai, mak..e you no con..sume food wey op..keke gallivant prepare or waka enter pot directly without moving the edible first enter plate. The day wey you do like that na fasting for 1 week with only palm kernel and water get you.”

I had looked at baba incredulously that night. I could still remember it vividly.

After the initiation ritual that involves being kicked around, beaten and tied upside down. Soaked in a drum containing oil and water to see how long you can stay underwater and left alone in the jungle for a week with nothing but a knife, a pistol and seven bullets for each day and other drillings that are inhumane to mention which you must pass as a test to your manhood. We were all bundled in a straight line to Baba’s shrine which was located deep in the creek with only our underpants on. Baba’s shrine has this mysterious look round about it, blood of humans or animals splashed on a once white cloth that is used to create a covering for it. We stood outside as we were only allowed in one at a time.

My turn came and I walked into the shrine my heart already hardened from the numerous drills I had received. I looked at the shrine and took the whole scenario in at once, my mind taking a photograph of where every fetish item is located. On the wall just above where Baba sat down were human skulls, tooth missing from some of them while others look broken in at the cranium. I shuddered, not because I had not seen a human skull before but from the fact that Baba handed something to me in a human skull to drink. I collected the skull and looked inside while Baba voice filled the scary shrine:

“Drink and you will know no fear, your body shall be invincible to steel and in dire situations you will find yourself at the first image that crops into your mind”

I looked hesitatingly at the human blood mixed with what looks like human brain and other things I can’t divulge before hardening my mind and drinking it all in a gulp. As the liquid passed through my throat, I felt the strong urge to throw up but remained seated my face contorted, while Baba laughed, whether in amusement or wickedness I can’t tell. He stood up from his position and performed a kind of dance, wriggling his waist and stamping one foot to the ground as he made his way towards me with a knife. He used the blade in making deep incisions on my chest that gave way to my blood flowing freely while he blew a foul smelling powder into it. I gritted my teeth to prevent me from screaming as the powder stung me deeply but stopping the blood from flowing.

“Oya, carry hand rub your chest make I see the effect”

Baba commanded. I did just that and was amazed to see that the knife cuts was no longer there instead in its place were scars feeling years old and vanishing as I touched them. Baba then stroked my head with a feather that was tied round with a red cord and bounded firmly in a slim calabash. As the feathers touched me, powers surged through me and every vein in my body stood in expectancy. Baba then proceeded to mark me on the head with a red substance. This calmed me down and my breath and temper which had soared came back to normal.

I shook my head and smiled as I scooped the food into a tray as this was the custom. Brothers eating from the same plate are hard to separate even on the battle field.

“Attai, you waist time pass woman wey dey do makeup jor, na now na im you go dey dish food? After you don hear our voice like five hours ago as we dey come back”

Mustapha queried. I shook my head; Mustapha had always been like that. Nothing is always done too fast for his liking. Slim, tall and with a finely cut face, he possesses the strength of a horse and is always the one to lead us into doing something. He starts a fight and expects us to finish it which we always do as one.

“No mind am, na to dey here dey count the number of stars wey dey flash for sky like say im dey see wetin dey inside”

Ekoja chipped in. Ekoja and his ever flowing talks which had put him in trouble more than it had removed him. Short and dark with a slight bald hair that makes us laugh each time he is told to do the drill of planting his head on bare rock. He is slow to anger but dangerous when pushed over the edge. He had looked at a senior and told him to go eat shit when asked why he came for the morning exercise late, which he had done because Mustapha prepared some herbs and told him it will help loosen him up a little bit. And it did loosen him as he purged for a whole week.

“If na Attai case una dey, make una forget because him no go ever change”

Ndubueze the prophet spoke out. He was nicknamed “The Prophet” after saying things that comes to pass after some time. He is reserved and only talks when asked of his opinion in an issue and the few times he exchanged words with someone, he had done it with punches. Slim and fair with a coloured hair and yellow looking beard. His plans were always welcomed by us as it always worked when followed to the latter.

“Una papa there, I look like una house girl wey una go dey come dey expect food from after una comot? If na any of una turn now, una go first delay make we come house so that we go put hand for the cooking”

I mused. I had always been the leader from the first day we were given the cabin to serve us. It was like a silent agreement and my word was always respected but then, we are all equal.

Arranging their guns on a shelf that was provided for that purpose, they all sat down to eat. We all ate silently until the last piece of yam which we left for Ndubueze since he is the youngest. We all drank with the same cup from a pot that was kept at the door side buried into the earth which left the water inside always cool and welcoming. I dressed back to the extreme wall picking my teeth with a tooth pick while I looked at the boys who had all gone to listen to the voice from the leaders.

“So, wetin be reason why dem announce meeting this night after e be say we hold meeting yesterday”

I asked while smacking my tongue and giving a long belch. Ndubueze looked at me with feigned disgust written all over his face, hissed and answered:

“Na to tell us say make we lay low for the main time say dem dey try sort things out with government to see if we go leave this work wey we dey do go find work for the capital”

I sat up quickly and looked at the three faces who all wore grave expression while Ekoja bit his lower lips releasing it to suck on it again.

“Finally these people wan comot food from our mouth abi? After na we secure this part of the country, no wahala sha. I go really lie down but I hope say the government of Bongo ma go lay low”

Mustapha said from between his teeth. Ekoja just kept on sucking on his lips until I rebuked him.

“Stop jor, that sound wey your mouth dey make dey turn my belle jor. But if na wetin them masters say be that, na to lay low na because I trust their decision”

Ekoja spoke and bit his lower lip but did not suck on it again. I stood up, paced up and down, counting the number of holes on the old zinc while thoughts ran through my mind. I had come to take this place as home because the three of them are the only real family I had come to know. Even if we should leave this creek, I wasn’t prepared for the outside world; I had no skill in me, the only one being the art of killing. I finally spoke:

“Make we sleep, tomorrow na another day”

FOR MY ANGEL

One early Morning
Lifting the dark misty veils of the night
From its Pillow of its mountain peak
The sun rose and saw the valley
Filled with the season of love
And the branches of memory have sprouted
Innumerable blossoms of moments past
Unspoken and unheard yearnings
Half asleep and half awake
Looking out sleepily at life
As it flows in wave after wave
Tranquility shedding from its very nature

Yes the very same life
Which encompasses love and desire
Meeting and also parting and a sense
That time is flowing like a river
Whispering as it flows
That the valley is filled with the season of love
And the branches of memories have sprouted
Innumerable blossoms of moments past

Why is the wind singing today
Why is the season raining colours
My heart wonders at what’s going to happen today
Why is there moonlight in the day
Which way is life moving
My mind wonders at what these events are foretelling
Yet the answers deludes my open heart

Now I watch the sun with hope aglowed
Dancing in the embrace of the cloudless sky
I steal a peek at my inner desire
And discovers you all cuddled in warmth
I smile at the future with love
Hiding in the bowels of the unknown
Time ticking with every breath
Drawing nigh the day I’d hold you close


Moderators, we get agreement oooo.... Make we extend the contract

By the way, Mosquito, come and continue

Redmosquito: errr...what?

You know na... If you no finish wetin you start eh... We go digga am

Mosquito........