Some Fruits or Snacks
(Little things that count. Family)

'Pon  Pon' Honey's car sounds,  the children burst out from wherever they are playing, working.  'Mum is back,  mum is back' they shout and run out to welcome her. Moment later, I see every one of them with a wrap of pop corn each, crunching! crunching!!

This how it usually happens. Whenever my wife goes to work,  or a long journey , the children are always eager, waiting for her to come back. And anytime  she comes,  life burst up in the house. On my own side,  when I come back from work, there was nothing like that. They stayed in their rooms playing  their  games, watching  cartoons or something  else.  They seemed not to bother about my presence.

I love to have them burst out to me that way,  it excites me.  So I look at what my wife does that I don't do. I found out that, I usually come back home with my office bag  alone. Nothing else. My wife will come with her bag and fruits, or snacks.
I decided to key into the spirit, I started buying snacks or fruits whenever I am coming back. Though it doesn't actually  cost much but it worked. They burst out saying 'Welcome dad, welcome dad' looking keenly at my extra bag, taking my office bag. I love the experience and I am happy I do it. If I will not do anything while coming back home from work or journey, I will surely try as much as I can, to get something for the children. Then I have a lovely  welcome that I love. They run to me,  saying,  'welcome dad,  welcome dad'

SOULEY
Hi

INI
Hi

SOULEY
You are sitting alone, hope all is well?

INI
I am alright. I have just had my meal, so, I want to rest a little before leaving.

SOULEY
OK. Can I share the table with you?

INI
Yes, you are welcome.

That was how Souley and Ini met in a campus resturant, it didn't end there, they exchanged contacts when Ini was about to leave. From there, heart crept into heart, they began with likeness as friends, then to love.  They were both students of the Federal University located in their state, so they had all the time on campus. One challenge Souley began facing early  in their relationship was that, Ini was an albino. Though she maintained her skin well, people still saw her as a strange creature. Ini was fashionable and open hearted. She faced  discrimination here and there but she had her head up, she was more than anything anyone could say, she didn't made the choice of her skin, she did not made the choice of how to appear here on earth, so she needed not to kill herself over what she could not change. Her studies was her priority, she focused on that with all diligence. She did not allow her new found love to stop her, she was sure, yet unsure just like others had done, she might be left alone, disappointed. Others had done it and she had the mind that same might repeat itself. Only that she could not stop her mind from loving others.
      Souley loved her, what was in his heart for her was beyond the skin. It was love that conquers all things. He was happy, very happy with their relationship, her life was an inspiration to him. She was a bright spirit being who dedicated herself to making others happy. She gave herself to be a source of happiness to many rejected or discriminated by others.  She gave good support to Souley in his musical vision. He  began to count on her for one, two things, Ini remained strong and reliable. Souley enjoyed it and in his mind, one, two, three thing were going on for the future. When he made it, when he hit the world with a hit song, Ini would be his queen. She was a sure inspiration all the way. All these were in the face of challenges coming from family and friends. How could he, a star,  a popular jingo, be dating an albino? His friends were always challenging him and making fun of him, oko afin.  When one of his sibling got to know, it became a family rebuke. 'In all the campus, the only one you could see is an albino, is there nobody else?' Is albino not somebody? Do albinos had a choice  to make a choice ? Even the dark skinned, did they made a choice of that?  We got to the earth to see many ready choices already made for us. If we had been given that chance, possibly, we would be far from where we were born. May be I myself, would have chosen to be born in obodo oyinbo, where they say, the life there is close to the one in heaven. Money flow on the street, don't it?  Food fall from the sky,  is it a lie? Many things we pray for here is a free gift there, isn't it?
     Souley held on but with time what the people were saying built up in his mind, he was rising to fame then and his friends were like, is she going to be Souley's first lady? Afin! The discrimination became so strong that he began to feel they were right. Though he found no fault in her, his mindset had been influenced. He began to battle it, ini gave her one happiness he couldn't explain, she was reliable and good for him. He believed, he had found one among women that he needed. The fame he was getting was greatly contributed to by her, so why leave her for another? On the other hand, Souley, the merry maker with an afin as girl friend, how does it sound? Battle  of the mind 'to be or not to be'. A man's choice and the people's choice. Which way to go?
     He began to lose the battle with much pressure of discrimination, he permitted their words and he began to fade away from her. He began to give attention to the African queens, dark and glowing. Shining and radiant, first class girls in levels, 'slaying queens' on the campus. Ini was disappointed in a way. She thought her heart was secured with Souley. She took it all, prayed that her feet would lead her well. Such thing do pain, it hurts but she always found her healing in helping others get healing with hope and strong faith that she was going to get one, who would not let her down.
Souley was feeling unhappy on the inside. His happiness had being tampered with. He was no longer the Souley with ini. He missed it by accepting  their  will over his but the people praised him now that he had a fine chick, dark and lovely Toyin, as his first lady. He would smile outside and despised on the inside. He wished he was with the albino. This one was not useful to him as the albino. With ini come from within that natural joy that sprung from the soul, no other presence provoked that.  Souley kept moving but his heart was unhappy, someone of great value was missing. You know that feeling that comes with losing or letting go someone who worth more to you. He wanted to go back but what will people say? So he kept that part of him hurting, with his eyes moving up and down with desires on Ini any time she came around him, doing her things. Her memory with him remained lighted up. He almost broke down, one evening when he was performing  a song they composed together, and there she was within the crowd singing along with others. His heart beat fast as if, that was the one who was suppose to be here with me doing this song. He quickly gained control over his emotion and moved on.

One afternoon, he saw Ini dropped off a young man's car, excited and smiling.  His heart moved up and down as if to question the man who he was,  as if to warn him not to come back to her anymore. He could not so any of such. He had lose the right he might want to claim.  He moved away quickly with a vacuum in his mind. He lived with it for long time and when he gathered the strength to come back,  she was heavily occupied. A man with promise was there making her smile as the morning sun. Souley regretted his giving up his stand for what people say. Made up his mind to seek his happiness and not what people willed.

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At the beginning it may not look it, but at the end if you will not give up, you will shine for it.
This is the case with Ajike, who put raising her children before any other. At a time she was not the reigning woman but at the end she shone while those who could not stand deemed off.

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Lovintus2:

I think it's only an English sonnet that has a rhyme scheme. This is a free verse poem.

Waiting to get rhyme scheme will make me forget all I have to write

Free verse works well for many

benedictnsi:
So which rhyme scheme did you adopt
D poem depicts a troubled mind though....

Is poem all about rhyme scheme?
Rules bottle a man's spirit. let him have his freedom.

benedictnsi:
So which rhyme scheme did you adopt
D poem depicts a troubled mind though....

is poem all about rhyme scheme
Rules bottle a man spirit.

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Not at all. I am saying that in regard of the script
I checked out your blog, good job. If you gat one let me check out. Okay?

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I need a real being who will be ready to answer to my curiosity

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Instead of peeking into someone's script to see an 'example', hire an editor, a proofreader or anyone to criticize and make amendments to your script.

I am like new in this one, just want to see how it runs.
A sample is what I need. all others I will handle others when the time comes

All the same thank you

I have been trying to put things together to make a movie but I am not sure whether it is right or not right.
I need a someone who can help me with a standard script by example.

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Now I am a big boy I live large, don't I? A sweetlove Amazing kids A mansion home Soundly mobile A thriving vision Faithful friends A happy me.
All this is not sudden It was not me at the beginning It was by the labour of some, I came up Their labour of love.
The eyes seeing before my eyes understand The leg moving before, my feet were strong From your chest I feed strong before I could carry the spoon Even when I could, your sweat I consume. You were both the one who stood for my future to hold The school fees, the renting, the clothing
You were the prophet, oh prayers. 'May God keep you' You were the counsellors 'Study hard, keep good company' You were the Rebuker 'Don't you do that' You were the motivator 'The future is bright' You were the first sponsor You sponsored the first life necessities
You are my father You are my mother My two helpers joined as one I am grateful to you Thank you for the night dance without drum Thank you for fruitful struggle Thank you for the passion sacrifices Thank you for the love and care Thank you for always been there Thank you always.
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John had been in relationship with T. Y for two and half years.  They loved each other and played with the modern day rule, women love money,  men love the other room. John was a simple guy working in thriving company. He was rich based on what he earned. His girlfriend, T. Y, was the demanding type, asking this and asking that,  having high expectation of him to pay  her bills and feed her account. John had the money, so it was not too much for him to do. Most of the time what usually cause a bridge was if John did not respond to her needs. Money makes her smile. She milked him as she saw him as the financial way of escape, but she had little contribution  to his life.
John's company  employed a new set of workers and there was a young girl among them,  Gladys. John just liked her,  you know those kind of people you can't really explain why you like them.  This drew the two of them together to the suprise of some who knew him as a gentle guy,  he made the point clear and told them her place. Hmm! They became good friends, and shared words together. Gladys will always talk of things that would benefit John,  whenever she saw anything that she thought John can do, to better his life, she brought this to him and also to other who were her friends. He once told John to find a means to start a business  as another source of income and that companies were not predictable. This got John thinking and he felt, he could start something for himself.  Over the years he had not really saved much especially since when he had gotten into relationship with T. Y,  she had been taking this and that. So he decided to do something.
John found himself liking Gladys the more, she was always contributing.  She gave him advice once on taking special courses, he did and it fetched him greater height  in the company.
One day he sat  down alone,  resting his head on the cussion,  some thought were playing in his mind and he allowed them.  It was the world of T. Y and that of Gladys. Just these nine months, Gladys seemed to had added to his life far more than T.Y. With T.Y, it had being giving, giving and the other room matters, she seemed not to be creative. With Gladys, who he had not offer anything apart  from few lunch pay, he had gained alot,  change his perception and direction. He seems to now be on fire to be a better him,  that was not the same feeling with T.Y. He thought on and decided to do something.
He focus on building  a better self and reduced his pump of money to T Y account. He was not available  for all the flexing and flirting, he got serious, pursuing this and that,  all these were bearable but the reduction in the money made T. Y unhappy and was always bringing quarrel. He explained  this but it seemed she cared less. On the other hand,  John was watching to see if Gladys had any serious relationship, he was fixing himself up with her more than a friend. He was bold towards her to tell her his mind,  which at first she rejected becaue she knew he had a girlfriend. He assured her and they kept on. Not to waste more time and money, he called off his relationship  with T Y. Oh,  she was not happy,  she questioned, she wonder, what must have happened,  she was playing to the rule as many girls were doing and it worked. John said a good goodbye and left for ever. He had weigh  the two sides and come to a conclusion that provoked his action. He had not thought much of life until he met Gladys. So he went with the one who added value to his life.


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The fire set for eagle roasts other bird, that is if it did not consume the one who set it. Adewale betrayed the faithfulness of her girlfriend and thought he was free but he caught got in a way he lost his life.
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Mr and Mrs Agbana were happily married Christan couple.  Christans with trial, they had only one son, Oluwaseun. Mrs Agbana got pregnant immediately after their wedding to their joy and that of their families members. At the due time, she was delivered of a son. They praised and thanked God, the giver of all good gifts. After that they had not another. They prayed, fasted,  gave,  met pastors, all to no avail.  Mrs Agbana could not have another child. It was the pain in her heart  but the husband consoled her.
Mr Agbana
God raised a nation out of Jacob, he was just a man. God will raise a nation out of him. All we need do is to raise him after the mind of God and he would be save.
Mrs Agbana accepted  by faith what the husband  said but it was one thing that was her inner mind interest. They raised him in a godly way and gave him  the best they could in other areas of life.
   The young man,  Oluwaseun grew up a promising young man,  loving and a lover of God. He embraced his parents faith and served the Lord. He served in church as an usher, a smart usher with godly heart.  He was also doing well in school. Dedicated to the church fellowship on  campus and given to his book in the class.  After 300 level section, they got break,  that was the second to the last section for him. He came back home after he had perfected all he had to do in school. The parent welcomed  him warmly,  it was usually a happier time for them.  They will have another person  to share life with.
     One morning, he went out to buy grocery from a shop not too far from their house.  He looked left and right before crossing, he crossed  to the side of the road successful. As he walked on , a man testing his car hit him from behind. He was mechanic testing out one of the cars he was working on and it failed. Oluwaseun fell in pain. The man stopped and called for help. Oluwaseun was rushed to the hospital. Those who knew the Agbana family around the area put a call across  to the mother. She fainted at once. Her only child. She was helped back to herself.  She was then helped to the hospital where the son was. Her husband was also aware so the two met there.  They could not talk much, worry and fear had crippled  their  minds. Mr Agbana could only say, God is in control. He called their pastor, told him all that had happened and requested for his prayers at that moment.
      It was a bad damage done, Oluwaseun could not survive it, he was broken on the inside,  much blood was lost as he had many opening where  blood was gushing out. The doctor quietly called the husband in and broken the news to him. He could not hold in,  tears of deep sorrow rolled down from his soul to his sleeve. The wife ran to him,
Mrs Agbana
What is it? 
Mr Agbana
Oluwaseun has gone to be with the Lord.
Mrs Agbana gave a loud horror cry. All hearts were pierced. Oh sorrow! The two wept painfully and those who could not bear wept with them. It was a dark moment for them.  Only the two could know how deep the death of their son hurts. Their only son, there had been non after him. They both went to where he lied and wept the more,  he obviously died in pain.
Mrs Agbana summoned courage to fight  for his son,  he called the police  for the arrest of the man.
Mrs Agbana
He will not go scott free. He killed my son. He crushed my joy. He must pay.
Mr Agbana felt on his side that that was not the next thing to do. They should give their son a beffiting burial. To him, Oluwaseun died in peace, he could see angels descending and ascending in the room.  He could see the spirit of his son at the side of the master.
Mr Agbana
I think we should give him a befitting burial,  he has gone to be with the Lord. I know it.
Mrs Agbana
We will. But this evil man will surely pay.  He is the agent of the devil sent to cause me pain.
Mr Agbana
Let's honour him and still leave the case until possibly we burry him.
Mrs Agbana
Till then, he would be in the custody of police, lest he runs away.
The police came and took the sorrowful man away.  The cry of the parents pierced to his mind that he could felt their pain. The pastor of their church  came in at the time of pain, he was in total darkness over this,  how would the Lord allow  such young brother to waste away. He had not seen this coming, that was unusual. Hmm! May his soul rest in peace. 
The body of Oluwaseun was buried amidst  tears and joy.  Joy filled the heart of the saints,  for they knew his soul went to be with the Lord. They had sorrow because, he was too young to go home, that was not the promise of satisfaction with long life.
     After the burial Mrs Agbana took it upon herself to avenge her son by sending that man who killed her son to jail.  He must pay for this. Mr Agbana wanted forgiveness on his side for two reasons, one,  Oluwaseun soul rested with Lord. Secondly, he could not sit before the unbelievers for judgement  when he knew what to do.
Mr Agbana
I have decided  to forgive. We sin against God  and he forgives us. Why should we look away from God's mercy and let this man pay the price of his life or rot in jail.  Let us use this to gain him to Christ. Let give heaven a reason to rejoice.
Mrs Agbana
Don't talk  of Christ  here,  where was the Christ when all this were happening. He should have protect  my son if he does  not want me to deal with him. I will.
Mr Agbana
You cannot, the Lord forgives our sins, you are to forgive others. Please let us do,  that is what my spirit cries.
It was hot as the two continuously move on different directions on this.  Their pastor also came to their house in the most humble way to deliver what was impressed on his mind.  It was the same thing. Forgiveness, forgiveness, forgiveness.
Mrs Agbana
I am not angry. I just want my child to get justice. Isn't that good? I have forgiven, if I did not I know what I would  have done.
Pastor
It is his will that you forgive  at this time.  The lord require it of you.
Mrs Agbana
Will that restore child?
Mr Agbana
Neither will avenging him do. Leave vengeance  to God.
Pastor
Please forgive,  it isn't  easy doing that especially in such situation but  please forgive him.
Believe me,  The lord will  bring you restoration beyond comprehension.

At the end she bowed to His will,  they withdrew  the  case and moved on with life. It was pain to her soul,  for a few period she was plunged into unhappiness, she had taking fighting for the son a consolation. Now that was gone, the light of God Illuminate her spirit and the joy of the Holy Ghost helped her soul.
The family of the man who hit their son could not believed it. It was a hard thing to do,  who among them can take such? They forgave and indeed gained  their souls for Christ, for it was a heart of love.
They lived on and allowed the Holy Ghost to help their souls. Months after, Mr Agbana came with the idea of adoption two children since they had tried all to get other children before then and it seemed not to work . The wife accepted and they decided to pray be making a choice. They were in the act when the wife became a little ill. She prayed for healing but it persist,  so she went to the hospital to meet with a doctor. She got the shocker of her life. It was a good 'illness'.
Doctor
Madam, I congratulate you. You are pregnant.
Mrs Agbana
I must say here that it is over twenty years I have experienced that, I have tried all and nothing happened. May be there is a mix up somewhere.
Doctor
I was here when you lose your son. I was the one who broke the news, the cry piece into my mind and I was moved.  I thank God that I am the one breaking the new of God mercy to you today.  It is you.  You are the only one who have come here today for this.
Mrs Agbana
Alright  thank you.
She stood up and went to two other places  and all was same, she broke the news to the husband with result and it was joy everywhere, this was the confirmation of God's promise  on restoration. He had spoken that, even the year that had been eaten up, will be restored. So for their  shame he gave multiple. Mrs Agbana gave birth to a son and after that came two more children.
It was later revealed to them that their forgiveness was to God like a great price. Not many could do that so he decided  to reward  them with their greatest need.

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I know it and I  am sure, I hate him, I hate the man that call himself my husband. If I am given a free chance to kill him, I will gun him down or kill him instalmentaly. So he can know the pain in my heart. Is it a sin to be a woman? Tradition make it so, society make us less and this is killing, oh mean society!
          I married Bolaji at the age of 20 as my parent had recommended, they were the one who chose him and that was how it had always been with us. He did all he should do and brought me under his roof. At his success, we began to live as couple. He treated me lesser than human, I was a person of lower cadre so, I had my level. The way he talked to me made me feel, I was nothing compare to a human creature. Generally in our area, women are regarded as people without brain, obinrin o lopolo. You just need them to have children and keep the house,  a task that most men are not good at. Can a fool keep a house? Women are second class citizens. That is his view about me, 'I no get sense' so he treats me that way. If ordinary  insects, those tiny  creatures, can have the sense to live their lives how much more me,  created in his image and likeness. Who am I to have a say in the house not even a contribution from my view? I kept all in and I thank Edua, he made mistakes so many times. The thing we could have done right, he does it alone, thinking less of me. This made him always verbally abuse me, aago, ode, didirin, venting the anger of his failure on me. I am always at the receiving end of those, I am used to it but it tears the soul. He also refer me to those who brought me forth and sometimes give curses as if I was a domestic animal.
       This kill my spirit. This made me to doubt me, am I a human being or not. After I have married him myself esteem dropped, I no longer see myself to worth much. It makes me unhappy. It did not end at that psgcological and verbal abuse, he went to physical, he saw me as someone who can be corrected with a slap and if that isn't working, he can give few punches. If the head of a woman is not 'correct', a slap can help,  isn't it?  That happen many times, he had beaten me to the extended of having dislocated my hand, to the extent  of my children screaming and crying and I know they felt bad. All these, he still felt I deserve what I got and you know the people encouraged him by always shifting the blame on me to make the peace that is not, to reign. Where  I come from,  whether a man is wrong or not, they always speak more  to the woman and urge her to be better so as to please her man, the idol she has, the god that cannot be questioned.
This man that called himself my husband, put the heaviest side of raising the children on me. He gave what he feels he has but gave to drinking and keeping those pencil leg women. I know one of them, ever shining, my husband was one of the many reponsible for that but I looked tatared, debt here and there, raising our kids, just five of them. The people praise me, obinrin gidi, they said I was the golden wura, a mother indeed, the one who would gave all to raise her children. I ask, am I the only one who brought them to life? Was there no man, was I alone that night or afternoon, can't just remember the very time. They seem to ignore the man instead of given him open strokes and told him go and be responsible. They made the load my load. Yet I worth nothing. Abi,  what does a woman worth? With all the 'tiny legs' he has,  which one can he boast of anything with than the children I gave him and the life I had build with him after  we married. I know it,  I brought blessings, didn't I? Ask him.
     I have thought of leaving the marriage that had almost break me but I thought, of my children, will they grow without a father? They have grown to know their father now any way No, I will stayed but I know it was wrong to stay because with the way we act, we are teaching the children how not to be happily married. I tell you, I have divorced him in my heart of heart. I have divorced him long ago , I only perform my traditional duties. There is no one drop of love for him on this heart he hurts love kwa? Atinuke forbid. I despise him.
Another reason why I decided to stay is because of this community of mine, once you are divorced they look at you as the most irresponsible woman on earth. They disrespect you without, knowing the fire that pursue you out of the hole you called marriage. They come to you seeking to lay your back down as if it was the starve of that that sent you out. Why should I continue to live with a man that had never regarded me? I am not asking to control him or take his place but can there be mutual respect? He kept with that way and felt nothing was wrong.
The same victimised way he had made my sons to regard women and I fell bad about it, they have learnt from him. I hate to see my sons regard women, as their father regards me. I feel women deserve honour not because I am one but because it is true. I hate him o, I won't lie, it is strong in my soul. If not for what people will say, I will leave him, go and stay on my  own, may be I will feel myself, may be what I worth will manifest, may be I will be happier  but these people, won't they mock me, won't they say I am arrogant that is what I can't live with a man, a man that treat me best as a trash. By the time I am strong enough, I will take myself out but when, will the society understand Will the kids ever accept a plea from broken soul.

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Sometimes I can't help but laugh at human and their ignorance.  This story is a funny story of how some in-laws use their hands to undo themselves, if I may say.
Tiwatope had loss her parents at a young age,  they were rich people  who left great wealth for her and the brother. As if they knew they were going to die,  they wrote a will to guide them on the wealth sharing. The family lawyer was a close friend of the father (He adopted them to take care of them),  he was faithful  to the dead, he managed the properties until they were ripe.  At the matured age,  he gave them what belong to them without holding anything back. He still occasionally  look into what they were doing with what they have inherited to ensure  they did not go out of the direction.
      Tiwatope met Dayo in the bank,  he worked in one of the banks her company use,  as one of the contract staff. They got going and it got to the level of marriage. With this relationship, the level of Dayo change, the wealth of Tiwa rubbed on him.  She brought him to the company as a manager, they were doing fine. Tiwa put love first so she was not riding him.  The wedding came up and it was a big success.
      Thank God for that phase. Like a plague, after the wedding the in-laws came upon her. They came into the house and rode on her head if I may say. They believed their brother was all in all. So the wife should abide under them.  Like seriously, I don't  know why some in-laws find it a pleasure to disturb the wife of their son/brother.
     They did not regard her.  Burst into her kitchen, do what they liked,  show her no respect. In fact some of them took it up like they wanted to beat her or something if she cross the line. You know the stupid  feelings of feeling on top the world that your brother is rich and so the wife can go and die.  If she mess up, another will come in within a short  time. Rude and cloudy minds.
The husband siblings came to pitch their tents there.  They brought different friends to the house.  Play music on top of the speaker, sometimes mess everywhere, the wife dare not give caution.
   Tiwa spoke to the husband about it. He rebuked the sibling but they did not change rather they went to report to their mother who came there to say negative words to the one who will not allow her children to have peace. The wife was irritated, she had not bargain for this.  She wanted a peaceful life with her family. She had lost the father at a young age so she wanted a father in a husband but that was not it. She tried all she could to stop this but she could not cope. The guys will go out with her car and sometimes use it roughly, she was spending more on what added no value to her, as the financial backing. The husband could not stop them. They were milking him, sending messages of need from the village and if he says no,  they would call out on the wife as the one who did not allow him to give as he should,  that she is mean and that she will leave the house if she would not allow the husband do what he had to do for them.
     It was like a rope in the neck,  it was choking her, she decided to act before they removed the stool she was standing on. You know, the husband  did not tell the family in other to keep his head high. Tiwa planned all she wanted to do in her mind. She took all her necessary document, package her load,  she travelled out of the country. Before going,  she had moved out her valuable bit by bit, all her personally own cars and more. She had met some top workers in her company to terminate  Dayo appointment with the company. So while she was away,  Dayo was sacked.  One morning,  a group  of men,  came to their house and told them to evacuate  the house, it had been sold. It was one of the house Tiwa inherited. Dayo was almost mad.  He tried to put call to Tiwa,  but there was no response. Reality dawn on them and him. He did not have above two hundred  thousand  in his account his family had been living on him.  The family got to know that the main person as per money issue was the wife they had been bad to.
        Dayo's people,  came together to apologise,  claiming they were sorry but she was too far as at that moment. When her close persons spoke with her,  she simply responded, they can go their way.  They came begging because of what to get and not because they really  love me. That was the end of the marriage. As arranged, she met an old family friend over there, the two  hook up and it became a funny but true experience. They seemed not  able  to resist each other. That help in taking her heart away so fast.
Dayo began to use one of his two cars to do taxi, he later sold the other  to maintain his life. He hated his people and cut connection from them. They were his misfortune. The siblings could not cope in school again, they have to drop out and began to do what they could lay hands on. They learnt in a hard way.
I laugh. Their foolishness became  their doom. All of their pride went down at once in the village  and city, they could not help it.

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Omojuwura
A young man admiring his love. Love moo.

You are my delight love!
I can fight tens of dragon to have you.
I can climb the highest mountain to have you.
Swim in the deepest sea to have you
Run a thousand mile to have you.
But before that, let me do the one I can do now,

You are beautiful and love makes you more.
Your teeth are as white as aje.
Masterly crafted, calmly set on black gum. They remind me of a perfect work.

Your smile is tender as the coming moon. It shows the kindness in your heart, it turns away my anger, no matter what.

Your eyes are love revealing. The white as egbon owu, the black as koro isin. Moderately fitting your beautiful face graced with toro.

Your hair, long and dark, make me question if you have white mother. It's most loving when plated into suku or koju soko.

Your voice is the replica of the nightingale, your sing voice suit my soul, lift my down heart, energize discourage spirit. No bird, no matter how sonorous it sounds ,can do better.

Your hands tender, your long slim nail, wants me to hold your hands always. I love those.

Your skin glows and glitters a dark gold, adu mara dan, it reminds me of the beauty this dark land can carry.

Your body figure surely stand 8
Making garments fitting you always
Your breast stand firm as fresh orange
Your belly flat as a leveled surface.
The buttock moderate for a slimy body resting on a curvy hips.

Your legs beat Agbanis, long and straight. Making your standing charming.

All making you admirable and satisfying.

A beautiful you, I have got.�

A pleasant heart, a meek spirit
A gentle soul, a precious gift.
Diligence, caring lover of children.
My love can be jealous
All to have me, all not to lose me
A good companion, a best friend
A good inspirer, a choice motivator
You are beautiful, yes you are
You couple two beauty, in and out.
You are lovely and desirable as a good news
Chaste, dignified, contented, peace loving, joyful, cheerful, kind, positively enduring.
A good help, a submissive follower.
Good for my life that I have you.
You, I always want to have, lest I lose the most invaluable person for me.
I am never shy of your love for me, open or close.
You worth it
I can pride of you anywhere, nile, Loko
I know you will not disappoint it
My choice for ever, my own very queen.
               
I love you ever.