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The United States has cautioned against obstruction in Nigeria’s expected races.

The United States secretary of state Michael Pompeo, on Saturday said that the individuals who meddle or affect brutality in Nigeria’s Election would be considered responsible.

Nigerians will be out to cast their votes in favor of their favored applicants seven days from now.

we published before head of Kaduna state, Malam Nasir El-rufai had expressed that any outsider who meddles in Nigeria’s appointive procedure would leave in body sacks.

U.S cautioned the individuals who might want to incite viciousness and meddle in the pending decisions to cease from their plots.

The nation included that anyone…………………
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Nobel laureate, Prof. Wole Soyinka, has supported Prof. Kingsley Moghalu, presidential hopeful of the Young Progressive Party (YPP), for President.

Soyinka and his common society gathering, Citizens Forum, put forth the declaration in an announcement actually marked by him on Friday.

As indicated by Soyinka, the choice to support Moghalu was come to following quite a while of thorough examinations of the profiles and manifestoes of the different applicants competing for the country's best employment.

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"The country has been pushed to the brink of collapse. Inside, the blasting media declaration needs no growth. Past her fringes, Nigeria is the story of residents assigned outcasts of the worldwide network for whom extraordinary dossiers are opened, and units of security offices are explicitly alloted. Online exchanges are customized to dismiss essential use once the word 'Nigeria' is embedded in the Data profile. There are few country left, inside or outside the mainland outskirts where – regardless of the codeword – a Nigerian 'room' has not been assigned. Her mankind litters the......
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we pray for a better Nigeria

There is a real reason

The association suspended the strike after a notice of Action, MoA, it came to with the Federal government towards the revitalisation of state funded colleges. The ASUU National President, Professor Biodun Ogunyemi who declared the suspension, notwithstanding, said that the association had left on the strike to "stem the proceeded with slide into spoil and rot in state funded colleges since the 1980s."

He anyway criticized the unpatriotic frames of mind of some college chancellors whom he said endeavored to undermine the association's battle towards guaranteeing that colleges in the nation are revived. The announcement peruses along these lines: "Scholastic STAFF UNION OF UNIVERSITIES (ASUU), NATIONAL SECRETARIAT. Content OF A PRESS CONFERENCE BY THE ACADEMIC STAFF UNION OF UNIVERSITIES (ASUU), THURSDAY, 7TH FEBRUARY, 2019, AT NIGERIA Labor CONGRESS HEADQUARTERS, PASCAL BAFYAU HOUSE, ABUJA Protocol Friends and comrades of the Press, On Sunday, fourth November, 2018, the Academic Staff Union of Universities (ASUU) continued its strike activity which was restrictively suspended on fourteenth September, 2017.

The activity of 2017 was suspended after the marking of a Memorandum of Action (MoA) in which the Federal Government of Nigeria (FGN) guaranteed to address the antagonistic issues inside a course of events that was to finish in October 2017. While declaring the suspension of the across the nation activity, nonetheless, our Union made it completely evident that "ASUU won't dither to survey its position should government renege on the marked Memorandum of Action".

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EPISODE 11

“Excuse me; is the family who lives here still in?” I said to the man I assumed to be the gate man, pointing to the gate.  He got up from where he was sitting and dusted his butt.  He removed the chew stick he was chewing dearly on from his mouth and spat out the content.

“Who you say you dey look for?” he asked.

“The madam who lives in this house.”  He looked back at his gate and then back at me before he busted out into a loud roar of laughter…

“Person like you no fit know anybody wey dey live inside this house.” My tattered clothes were speaking for itself.

“But… do they still live here?”

“Guy, I dey tell you say you nor know anybody for here you go say okay. See ehn,” he drew me to a corner. “If na work you dey find, I fit help you talk to my madam.”

The guy wasn’t convinced so I went ahead with the last bit of information I had. “Your madam’s name, is it Ester?”

He jumped backwards and gave me that funny look as if I was sent from his village to torment him.

“Shuu, how you take know my madam Ester name?” he was now securing his post as if I came to take it away from him.

“Good. Now go in there and tell her that her brother is here.”

“Brother? Okay… okay… I dey come oh. Just stay here.” He went into the house, but not without making sure that his gate was locked.

I stood outside for more than 10 minutes and I had lost all hopes that the gate man actually went in to inform my sister but when I heard Esters voice again, all hope was gained.

“What! He told you he was my brother and you kept him outside?” I could feel the anger in her voice coming from inside the gates.

“I don’t think you like your job, now open this gate!”

When the gates flung open, I rushed into my sister’s arms.

“Oh my God! Victor is this really you?” her voice shook as she pulled my face up close to her’s. I began to weep for joy. I was finally home to where someone loved me unconditionally. The gate man stood looking at us with he hands wrapped around his shoulders. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. My sister quickly took me away from the eyes of the world and into her home.

She couldn’t stop staring at me once I settled into her living room.

“Go and shower, I will have some clothes ready for you and, Alice!” she called for someone. The young girl rushed in to answer.

“Please make something hot and strong, my brother has come home.” She said happily.

As I stood in the bathroom, I wiped off the mirror with my hands. I stood tall; with my beards neatly shaved; I was ready to start over. I admired my face. I be fine ooh. I thought to myself, chuckling for the first time in months. Next, I moved to the bedroom my sister showed me to earlier. There were clothes neatly folded on the bed. I picked up the first trouser that came to my grab. Then I accompanied it with a T-shirt. I didn’t feel comfortable in these clothes but I knew I was ready to live the life I was meant to live again. Upon opening the bedroom door, I found my sister in front of me.

She patted my shoulders and gave me a welcoming smile. “Food is ready junior.” Only one person called me junior which reminded me of the reason I really wanted to find Ester again; my father.

After the wonderful meal, I knew my sister expected me to start talking and I wasn’t going to give her a hard time either.

“Joseph will be home soon.” She said. Joseph was her husband.

“And your kids?”

“Oh they are in boarding school. You should see them; Tosin is now a big boy oo.” I nodded my head.

“And dad?”

She sighed. “Well, victor it’s been a long time. So many things have happened. Dad does not have a lot of time left.”

“What do you mean?”

“Just last week, he suffered a heart attack and when he woke up, your name was the first thing he called out, that was when I knew something was bound to happen soon. I tried looking for you, but you cut all contacts with us. I know you did it all for love.”

“Oh ester… I have been through hell and back!” I began to sob into my palms. I had finally come home to my father but at the wrong time when he had little air left in his lungs.

“I’ve been in jail for the past 5 years.”

“Jail!” she said in disbelieve. “How come? What about your wife? Is Cynthia okay?”

“It was Cynthia who put me in there.” My sister looked at me as if I was crazy. “She framed me for a murder I knew nothing about.” I explained everything from the day I left home, going against my father’s advice not to marry Cynthia to the day my world came crashing down. In between tears, she said, “May his soul rest in peace.” She pitied James!

“No, his going to rot in hell and I will see that Cynthia joins him some...
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My experience

SWEET

How i take talk much ni

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N!gga u talk too much...

This is a comprehensive and elaborate compiling of Valentine Stories



THE VALENTINE’S DAY CYCLE
First thing on 14th February, every year – on Whatsapp, BBM, facebook and Twitter – guys will post display pictures of ladies different from the ones they posted on the same date, the previous year and which they do not intend to post next year.
Later in the day, the real versions of these photo-shopped display pictures – ladies with real pimples and creases – will be taken out to where there is much fun fare. They will be made to drink a little too much. The aim is to get them drunk.

The music must be loud; sex must ooze carelessly. It may be shrouded in subtlety, in the red blotches of colour splashed here and there. It may be more pronounced: drooling over chitchat with the liquor cascading down tall wine glasses. The ladies will warm to the couquettry. They came prepared and ready. They had carefully chosen their dresses. Short and flimsy gowns, long bare legs mounted on glossy and mountainous heels. It must look all perfect.

Lost in the deep sonorous rhythm of romantic music, the guys will utter sweet nonsense and coo in their ladies ears. Smiles, laughter, winks.

In the end, the staggering ladies will be taken home. They will be bonked. They will be banged hard.

Between February 14th and a few months – depending on how dexterous temperaments are – hearts will have been broken. In between these dates, abortions will be contemplated and conducted in secrecy. Abortion doctors will smile to the bank. The price of butchered and mangled fetuses will be used to show some love and care. It could even be used to repair homes; let’s say these doctors use these monies to buy new cars for their wives. Or tuck neat wads into envelopes and drop them in the church tithe boxes. Are these not acts of piety?
I’ve always respected abortion doctors. They enjoy a contorted ride with conscience
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Back to the ladies!
Those with feeble hearts and aching backs; whose minds cannot stand some bloodied forceps or whose backs can not lie still for ten minutes on operating tables or whose quaking legs cannot spread open further for the currete to make an entry will have to endure a nine-months adventure of nauseas, melancholy and such omens. By mid November, or first week of December – for those that would have had extended pregnancies – beautiful babies will have been birthed. Babies whose fathers aren’t responsible enough to give thoughts over their parenting.
November must have the highest number of birthdays. Check it out.

The lover- babe’s turned mother’s experience a closed chapter; afterall, few will ever be able to pick up the pieces of their lives and assemble them together. It’s a tough thing to do, especially when you’ve got a baby on your back. To them, St. Valentine left a sour after-taste in their mouths. Pine mouth, teeth sensitivities; something akin to eating too much unripe pineapples, sour-soup or pine nuts. These feelings are regurgitated when they look at these babies.
Some may get lucky. God and man could lure the men of St. Valentines’ Day into the stables of a shabbily planned marriage. Pray it works, or you might bear the name ‘My Baby Mamma’ forever.
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Back to the Ladies!
The lucky ones are those who had courage, money and timing to seek for an abortion. Timing matters, for it makes the difference between taking a pill or lying on the cold steel table. If you confuse the timing- and let the second trimester roll by; your fate is relegated to coffin sellers and grave diggers. They shall decide where you’ll be buried, at the backyard or a commercial cemetery.
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Back to the Lucky ones!
Those who had courage, money and timing to................................

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Interesting

YOU gat to read

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Interesting

Did anyone else constantly see what I saw? Sat as I often was beneath the illuminated computer screen at my desk, my eyes would naturally levitate towards the strikingly s*xy male figure that would regularly stride past. I was always acutely aware of exactly where he was, his presence I found disarming and I tried to hide any sign of my constant interest. I never knew until now how some men’s charisma could be so choking, have a way of leaving you feeling maddeningly stupid and shy, but then my experience of men was pretty limited.

I wouldn’t say I was an unattractive girl, but somehow I never quite caught the attention of boys like some of my friends did. I often wondered if my frame was too petite, maybe even a little boyish. This was partly due to my lack of breasts and non-existent cleavage, I never quite felt I had the tools to tease.

I found myself regularly checking out the tall muscular frame of a certain person in the office, admiring how his clothing offered an appealing hint of what lay beneath. I loved how his well-tailored shirts would encase his torso in such a manner that I could see the shape of his defined muscular arms, ah, stop it, I would often tell myself, but then other days I would let my thoughts run away with themselves and imagined his arms encasing me. He certainly worked out, that I could instantly tell, he had that strong muscular maleness I found so incredibly alluring.

For months when he spoke to me all I could manage was a rather choked hello, or a somewhat plastic response to his often direct, albeit nice charming questions. Even answering him with just a few pleasantries caused me to blush and fumble my words. Why did he have to be here at my first most important position I had yet to have since leaving College. Over the weeks and months since I joined this dynamic music production company Black Tone, I found myself not so much caught up in the glamour of the industry, rather I became far too focused on the main man himself, the incredibly sexy Mr Anthony Gould.

I thought I needed to find another distraction in the office, I was becoming far too mesmerised by him. What was it about this man? Was it a power thing? His being my boss did bring about a certain degree of attraction, admittedly. His success was certainly up there too, his ability to seem so in charge of the moment at any given time. Unlike myself, who could only be described as a fairly new junior office worker. Although I thought I was good at my job, I couldn’t help thinking I was excelling at being completely besotted by a man who happened to be my boss. A little cliché, but there we have it. He was irresistible to me. There was one other thing too, that probably featured more highly than I thought, his beautiful black skin. I had never been with a black man before, actually never been with many men before excluding a few pathetic fumbles at college. But with Antony, his dark skin just increased my sexual imagination of him and my mind more than ever fantasied over being with him, his gorgeous darkness against my light paleness.

I didn’t know what to expect when he asked me into his house that day. It was a clear fresh spring day and I deliberately tried to dress in a casual, easy manner. Trying not to evoke any previous embarrassing comments others had made that I was becoming somewhat besotted with him. My camel colour skinnies had been praised for their flattering style on a few occasions so I felt they were the perfect solution.

It seemed as if he had noticed me far more in the office of late. It had even been noticed by Janine, my 24-year-old office co-worker, whose job was to ensure a ready supply of coffee was always on hand in his office, that more often than not I was included in meetings that really I had no reason to be in. I mean, it soon became obvious I wasn’t in the same league to offer help yet there I was on hand at his request. There were a number of occasions where I felt he had been over attentive to me, ensuring I had lunch delivered to my desk when I had seemingly forgotten to bring anything to eat, rather than watch me fumbling in my drawer for spare change for the sandwich boy. But I had to ensure I didn’t let those polite moments cause me to hope for much more.

My mouth feeling as I stood before his house, I just hoped I wouldn’t embarrass myself. Opening the door with his charismatic style I waited for a few seconds before venturing forth. Such a beautiful home, he had certainly proved very successful in the music business and appeared to enjoy surrounding himself with such fine elegance. As I walked in I am sure he must have heard me catch a gasp of breath. Did he know the effect he had on me, did he mean to allow his body to be so close to mine as we moved into the sitting room. His masculine scent was so beautifully mixed with an expensive scent reminiscent of those often breezing through the likes of Harvey Nichols.

As he showed me into the sitting room I couldn’t help but feel a different moment was taking over and I was ready to let it. He smiled, turned and looked straight at my face, his dark eyes still so warm and soft, I felt a touch of his hand and instantly knew that he held more than a passing interest in me. “I’m so pleased you could make it, I so hoped you would come in person.” He said quietly. “In fact, I had rather hoped for some time it would be just you in person.” Just those few words made my pulse take an override, and all I could utter was a seemingly crass comment. “Me too,” I said. Looking straight at him I began reading so much more into his look, I held onto the moment until he uttered, “you’re joining the company has had such an impact on me, more than you realise.”

That was what I was hoping to hear, he was aware of me, he hadn’t been blind all this time. What made me do it I don’t know but somehow I wasn’t up for chatting much, and we were in too close contact for me to not lean forward enough so our faces could touch, but it was me who grabbed the moment and I....................................
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The next morning when I woke up, there was a fresh new energy that rushed through my bones. I felt brand new. The window curtains were pulled up and the early morning sun lite up my spirit. Too many things had been running through my head as I tried sleeping last night. I had to plan my next move. I couldn’t stay with Daniella forever even when I had started to like the environment I found myself in. I thought about going back to the company I once worked for to see if there would be any job openings. I wanted to run to my father immediately and tell him that I was wrong and he was right but I still had my pride. I made up my mind that I would stay as far away from Cynthia as I possibly could even if all my money and assets were with her. For now, I needed a way to make another kind of money and get myself back on track.

Just as I was about putting my shirt back on that I had taken off last night due to heat, she walked in. I didn’t expect her to stare; there was nothing to look at. My once 6 packed stomach had been reduced to nothing after 5 years in jail. She made me uncomfortable. Last night, I had seen almost every bare part of her and here I was, hiding away like a teenage boy.

“Don’t you think you’re being a little bit selfish, considering that last night I practically put on a show for you?” she asked, dropping the tray of food she held on the floor. I disregarded her comment and went straight for the tray, hoping that the content inside was for me.

“Should I go ahead?” I asked, before opening the first plate.

“Yes please.” She stepped away from the tray. I opened the first plate and the pungent scent of Egusi soup hits me. I looked up at her surprised before opening the second plate which had eba inside. She gave me a go ahead look and I didn’t think it twice. I couldn’t remember the last time I had a well-cooked home meal. In my attempt to slow down and not get indigestion, my hands said otherwise. I ate as if I had been starved for years. She watched me eat and couldn’t stop laughing. She constantly reminded me to slow down and go for a water break.

“My mother will like to meet you.” She said, as I was about swallowing the last bite of eba. My mouth immediately curved into an “Oh” sound.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” I picked up the bowl on my left that contained water for washing.

“Victor come on, you’re not going to come into her house, eat her food and not at least say hello to her.” Yes, what she said was right but I didn’t feel worthy enough to meet her. I just wanted to finish the meal, thank Daniella for her help and then forget everything.

“Do you know how hard it was for me to convince her that you are a good man who helped my last night, and so it’s only wise for us to return the favor? My parents aren’t too fond of visitors you know, especially strangers.”

She left me with no other choice. I helped her clear the floor where I had ate and followed behind her as we marched to meet her mother.

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“Mama, this is victor… the man I told you about.” She moved to her mother’s side. Both of them were now staring at me.

“Hope you enjoyed the food my son?”

I nodded. I couldn’t stop staring at the family photo that was on the wall in their living room. Daniella hadn’t told me she had siblings. The family I saw in the photo looked really happy and satisfied with the little they had. But what was my business with Daniella? Why should I care if she had siblings or not? Why was it that the happy faces I saw in the picture made me sad? I came back to my senses to pay more attention to what the elderly woman was saying.

“When I heard a lot of noise coming from the kitchen this morning, I woke up to find Daniella cooking. She explained to me that you helped her last night when some group of boys tried to beat her up. Thank you so much my son. I have told her to stop moving around late at night but she is a wild child.” Daniella giggled and patted her mother’s left shoulder.

I was confused. The story her mother was relating to me wasn’t what happened. Daniella, who stood by her mother, kept giving out signals for me to play along. I wanted to tell the mom that her daughter was the one who saved me and not the other way around.

“Mama…” I began but Daniella quickly rushed to my side and cover my mouth. She began to cough.

“Mama, he will be leaving now.” She pinched me, and it was my queue to speak.

“Madam, thank you for accepting me into your home, I will be taking my leave now.” Her mother bided her sincere goodbye.

“What was that all about?” I asked angrily once Daniella and I were outside, away from her mother’s view.

“What do you mean?” she looked clueless. “I just saved both of our asses back there, so you Mr.… should be the one thanking me.” She poked my chest. She stood in front of me, a full woman although much younger. Daniella was the definition of beauty. Her brown skin shone when the sun came upon her. She stood tall and bold, as if no man on this earth could bring her down. The way she looked at me posed a challenge that I wasn’t ready for. I shook my head, quenching the fire that was growing in my loin.

“I have to go now, thank you for everything.” I watched her once bright face take another form.

“When will I be seeing you again?”

“I don’t think we will ever meet again, Lord knows it’s better that way.” I sighed. She was making this much harder than I had planned it to be. I refused to believe that I was beginning to grow an....................

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interesting

This election will be very serious

Dannyset:
This one has becomes like Buba Galadima. He takes anyhow.
They want to use every means to discredit the result of the election knowing full well that they've lost already.
It won't sell.

the election has not be conducted sef

EPISODE 9

The bus finally got to its stop and the passengers came down. Unlike the first time where she just left without a word, this time she looked up at me as if she was waiting for me to call the next shot.

“Umm… my sister’s place is a few minutes’ walk from here.” I said, placing my hands inside my pocket.

“Oh I see. So I guess you will be leaving now?” I couldn’t tell if it was the thought of me leaving that kept that look of pain plastered on her face or if it was the shoes she had on.

“Are you okay?” I asked, looking at the way she leaned sideways to release pressure from one foot. I knew nothing about this girl or her story so I didn’t want to jump into conclusions on what I thought she was doing at this late hour with the kind of clothes she had on.

“Yeah, it’s just this…” she shook one of her long legs.

“Where do you live, I can take you home.” She looked at me crazy. “But only with your permission.” I quickly added.

“It’s alright, I’m okay… I wouldn’t want to add to your worries.” What were my worries? Could she see them? Was I walking around looking like a wounded man? Sometimes I wondered if people ever felt self-cautious as if they are walking around their streets with a sign on their forehead that made people stop to stir.

“No, I insist. Let me take you home.” I wrapped her arms around my shoulders and we began our journey. Upon getting close to her place, she told me to stop at one dark alley that she would take herself home from there. I hesitated but the look she gave me told me not to argue. Anyway, I had done enough already and it was seriously getting late.

“I hope you find your aunty.” She said as I turned around to leave.

“You know what? I’m not really sure if she would be there. The last time I spoke to Ester was 5 years ago when I …” I quickly caught myself.

“When you?” she asked.

“Don’t worry about it, just go home and be safe okay?”

“Well if you don’t mind, I could offer you a place to lay your head for the night. It’s the least I can do after what you’ve done for me tonight.”

I’ve always had good luck with trouble. It just knew how to draw me in and consume me, but for tonight, I really needed a reliable place to stay. I wouldn’t want to march down to Ester’s place and not find her there so I took her generous offer.

“What’s your name?” I asked. She paused, contemplating if it was the right move to make.

“I’m Daniella.” She finally said.

“Daniella.” I repeated, nodding my head to it.

“Yeah I know. My parents thought it was nice to disguise our family’s current situation by giving me a fancy name.” I pretended as if I didn’t hear what she said and she led the way to her home.

“I’m victor by the way. My parents… well, I don’t know what they were thinking when they named me. Unlike you, I don’t have a story to my name so you should be thankful.” I had to pause for a minute because that was the first time in months that I’d spoken to anyone about my family. It was as if we were in a give and take situation. The more she spoke and accompanied it with a welcomed smile, the more she made me open my mouth.

“My family doesn’t have much but we are trying. You seem like someone who has tasted wealth before so what’s your story?” she asked.

“My father is a business man. I was too but not anymore.”

“Wow!” she exclaimed. “So what happened?” She waited for a story and I wished I could give it to her.

“Story for another day.” The sour taste of what my life had been and what it was now hit me. Would I have to go back to my father who has disowned me already? I asked myself. My father had warned me that if I married Cynthia, I would no longer be no son of his. He never settled well with her from the instant I introduced her to him. He would have rather saw me wedded to one of his friends daughter but I was rebellious and went against his will. And yes, Cynthia in the end did become my down fall.

She pointed to a faint light from a faraway distance. “That’s my house. It might not be what you’re used to but it’s the best I can do at the moment.” Compared to where I’d been living for the past years, I couldn’t complain. She told me to take off my shoes as soon as we got to her front door. She also took hers off and held the shoes against her chest. I followed her lead.

She whispered, “If my parents should hear a sound, I’m finished.” It made me wonder just how old she was that she had to be discreet whenever she comes home. We made it past the little kitchen that was even smaller................

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interesting

Rolandonyi:
The useless Timi Prat should go and have a sit. Always trying to heat up the polity.

we are in Democracy he has a say

Previous Deputy National Publicity Secretary of the All Progressives Congress, APC, Comrade Timi Frank, has raised the alert over what he portrayed as a plot by the Presidency and the Independent National Electoral Commission, INEC, to utilize military, Police and other security operators as directing officers amid the 2019 general races.

Blunt said the plot which has been culminated by best echelons of the administration as a team with INEC and Security offices is to guarantee a conclusive win for President Muhammadu Buhari and every one of the applicants of the APC amid the decisions.

Straight to the point, in an announcement issued to online news on Sunday, stated, "We have bona fide data that the more regrettable will be seen in the 2019 general decisions as the administration and the......................................................................
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EPISODE 8

I still couldn’t believe I had a son who was 5 years old. The thought of having someone who would one day grow up to look like me worried me. Would he have the same luck with women as his father did? I thought Vivian and I were done for good but now, a child was involved. She didn’t even give me a chance to ask why she kept her pregnancy away from me. She simply gave me her phone number to contact her when I’m ready to see my son and then she got into her car and left with that man. I balled up the piece of paper she wrote her number in. I thought about it, I thought about throwing away the paper and just forget about everything. Forget that I had a son and also Vivian. I had nothing to offer my son. What good would it be if I was to show up in his life tomorrow? I had no job, no house, nothing! He would one day find out that his so called father wasn’t with him when he was born because he went to jail for murder. I couldn’t let a child of mine paint a horrid picture of me in his or her head. I decided to stay clear and move forward. I was so sure he was better off with Vivian and her new lover. For my first day out of prison, I had to find a place to rest my head. I definitely couldn’t go back to my old house. That would be like opening old wounds when I haven’t healed from the ones I had already. I missed Iffy. I thought about how grown she would look now. I would hate to see her one day and remember the hurt her parents had cost me. I decided to catch a bus to Esters place, my eldest sister or rather the only family member I still kept in contact with. She would understand. She would know that no one was perfect. She knew I was a good man. She was my last hope of recovering back to normal. I was so deep in thoughts, I didn’t see her walking towards me until we bumped into each other and her phone flew out of her right hand.

“Are you blind?” the lady shouted, picking up her cell phone. I really didn’t have the energy to answer her so I kept on walking as if nothing had happened.

“Excuse me,” she held my shirt back from behind. “Didn’t you see me coming?” In my effort to get her to release her hands from my shirt, I raised my hands up as if to hit her. She didn’t back down, instead she continued. “Oh so you want to beat me too abi? Make una see this man ooh.”

“Look, just let go of my shirt okay?”

“Oh I’m sorry, is that how you apologize? You’re the one who bumped into me and you’re giving me an attitude. Am I the cause of your problems?” she asked. She wasn’t the cause of my problems but she was about to become one.

“See, I’m…”

“Save it please.” She hissed and walked to where the others were standing waiting on the bus.

When she saw me walking towards her, she began to laugh. I found her very weird and if no be small thing, I for call her winch. I believed she was sent to terrorize me that evening.

“This man dem send you come? What’s your problem?”

I didn’t answer her; I stood as far away from her as I could. She kept trying to get a glimpse of me and I did the same. She was such an unusual creature. My eyes kept drifting to her chest. She was fully dressed and packaged. She had on the tightest mini skirt that showed off her long legs. The high heels she had on must have been getting uncomfortable to stand in because she kept shaking off her legs. The bus finally arrived and we all rushed to get the best seat in the tight bus. The conductor shouted the transportation fee a million times as if his passengers were deaf.

“50 naira, 50 naira.”

“How much you say e be again?” A woman asked as she stood blocking the door to the bus.

“Madam you no hear me since dey shout 50 naira?” The already frustrated conductor shouted at her.

“Where I dey go? From here to there 50 naira? For what!” She also raised her voice.

“Ehn na I no force you to enter. From here to there con dey waka go.” He hissed and was about shutting the door when I finally made my way through the crowd.

“Oga you wan enter?” I hopped on and he shut the door. As I was about to take my seat, she coughed. It was the same lady from before. I realized I was about to settle down next to her. I knew she had a problem with the seating arrangement but I wasn’t about to get off that bus because of her. I took the seat and made myself comfortable. When the conductor called for his passengers to start paying, I shoved my hands into my pocket and brought out the last money I had with me which was 100 naira. I held it out to get the conductor’s attention. He asked the lady............................................

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EPISODE 7

“I didn’t do it. I didn’t kill him.” I said to my lawyer for the 4th time since he came to see me.

“But the evidences, all of them are pointing to you.” He said.

“What evidences? The fact that I was angry when I left the house that faithful day, is that all they’ve got?” He opened his suit case and brought out some more papers.

“Your wife…”

“Ex-wife.” I finished. He coughed before continuing. “She has hired one of my colleagues to handle this case. She isn’t taking sides with you which I’m surprised about. Can you please clear that up?” He looked up at me, ready to write down whatever comes out from my mouth. I was too embarrassed to narrate the story of how my wife and best friend betrayed me so I gave him the shorted cut. “They were lovers.” Mr. Roberts didn’t look surprised or maybe it was part of his job to keep calm.

“Okay, go ahead.” He said.

“I thought she was once dead but she played me. One day she walked back into my life and turned it upside down.” My thoughts went to that very day where I thought I had found what I had lost. I thought she and I could maybe reconnect. I remembered the excitement and nervousness I felt at the same time when she called my name.

“Did she have any reason to want James dead?”

“I don’t think so.” I answered. Why would Cynthia want James dead? Didn’t she love him? Weren’t they planning to go off together? I kept asking myself questions that I had no answers to. I came back to my senses when I saw my lawyer rise up. “Our time is up for today. You will be standing trial in 2 days, be prepared.” He said. I nodded my head and we shook hands. He gave me pitted smiled as if his already predicted what would happen on the day of trial.

“One more thing, can you please contact Vivian for me?” I knew she must have been worried since I never got a chance to answer the call she promised to give me.

“Okay, I will get in touch with her.” He strode off and I was pushed back into my prison cell.

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The next day, Vivian finally came to see me.

“I went over to your place; she didn’t say a thing about you being in prison. How come? Are you okay? Are they feeding you right?” She kept blasting me with questions. I had to smile so she could stop with the questions and see that I’m okay.

“Do you think people come here to eat and get fat?” I hissed. I told her all that went down. From the expression on her face, I couldn’t tell if she believed me or not.

“You went over to his place, you guys fought or rather you did most of the fighting. You even brought your gun there.” She whispered that last part as if the room had ears.

“But I didn’t kill him.” I whispered back into her ears.

“Of course.” She took 2 deep breaths as she balanced back on her chair but then, the first drop of tears hit the table.

“I don’t even know what to do, how to help you. Should I go over and beg Cynthia to please see reasons with you? I mean, didn’t she love you at all? Why is she so head bent on pinning this on you? Who does she think you are?” she was crying as she said all that.

“Come on, I need you to keep it together for me, for the both of us.” I held her hands tightly in mine.

“Victor, I’m…” she couldn’t even finish her sentence; her tears were getting the best of her.

“What?” I asked.

“It’s nothing. I will come and see you again on the day of your trial.” She pratically ran out from the room, and that was the last time I saw Vivian. I spent 5 years in prison for a crime I didn’t commit. My lawyer told me to thank God that he was able to get the judge to listen to his pleads of self-defense. I spent 5 years regretting my life. Vivian who had promised to come see me never came and Cynthia was left to take center stage at my trial.

On the afternoon of the day I was released, as I was about getting on a bus, I saw a........................

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