Omojuwura

     They came in their numbers to my father's compound, it was as if we had just opened a fresh meal shop. They were all looking for me. They were disappointed to know that I was living in the state head quarter, Asaba, where I ran my business but I got the news before they located me. They all came to take the bride, isn't this too much, not one, not two, no three. The confusion I put my self in, for telling my mind. How do I go about this, I wasn't a prophet to know right from wrong. They were all good looking, they had good jobs and few were into business. How? It will be madness to say yes to the over ten young men, won't that be madness. I then, decided to say some words of prayer, not that I was a church a girl, I just believe in tough situation like this, God was always sure to help. So I said in my prayer 'Baba, help me, just give the conviction of the right one' This I said so seriously and not more. My attention caught a little one of them, slim guy looking almost underage. Simple in dressing but youthfully handsome. To tell you the truth, I was attracted to those guys who packed their cars and came out with the big body, starched clothes and spoke soft with broad voice. But he kept flashing. I tried to overlook him but the power of my prayer won. He came so simple, with his normal self that I almost thought he had come to play prank. His name was Akinwande, of the Yoruba. We got talking, and I found him ever funny, with side mouth smile. He shared my spirit and we got moving with two others that I was personally attached to, you know, they looked what I liked. They had heard my story, so they were not quick to ask for that, they moved on with me but everything about Akin gave me satisfaction. He told me worked in one firm, his family were in the village, Esure, Ekiti state. They were retired, he had four sibling, he was the last male. I just know I had peace in my mind with him. He said he went Winner Chapel and he sang in the choir, he particularly love to drum, I was not freaked by that because I was not much of a church girl. I am among those who run to God when things go tough, God is merciful. I noted he was dedicated, Sundays, weekly he was there and he was drawing me into his side. He won at last any way, his person was the major attraction, he was simply my kind of person. You know what? It was after, I joined in his faith, became born again, pass through the Foundational class that he opened up to me.
      He was a super rich guy. He had several experience with women so he decided to come to me with simplicity. He was rich and so many girls were after his money. He didn't have much time to tell me all, he believed they were past. He however told me of one that really pained him. She met this lady in the church and she believed they were good to go as she was in the usher. They were both workers and he thought he was sure she was a good one. They talked on and she agreed to work with him. From then, he put all her demand on him and she was particular about his money and purse than any other. She would simply say, what is a man not rich worth? That's a not much of a problem, the issue was, any other does not matter to her apart from that. He said he liked her so much and had the mind of marrying her but it all ended withher careless attitude.
       The most interesting thing is this, he showed me love for real but he was much of a church guy. He believed in those principled and they guided his way. All the Kind of love I have dreamt of he showed but not the way I have thought of it. He was a Christian so there was no much of here and there together day and night but I was secured in his love for me. He do take me out, he bought me gifts, motivate my effort in my business but all my fantasies were not there. He made me proceed to the WOFBI, read books and listen to tapes, those were some of his gifts to me. One of his major advice was to join a serving unit in the church, as it was rewarding. I did. Sometimes when I look back, I know I found the man but he was just too churchy. That didn't stop me, it rather made my goals more realistic as he was of great support to me. He supported me even before proposing with his money and self effort. I was glad I met him. He has pass part of his spirit to me, I am now referred to by family as church girl. I bothered less, I enjoy my company with him.
      One Sunday evening he called me for an outing in a garden, I obliged, he was harmless. There he made his proposal in the most simple way. You know, I was once dreaming of a room full of balloon, with the man kneeling down on one kneel, then make his proposal or something as I have always seen in the social media. He made the pass to me in the cool of the evening, at a side of a garden. Let me tell you his words. 'Sister Joan, I am sure and convinced I want to marry you. The Lord is leading us into high places. I want to ask you, will you marry me?' His face was eager with expectation. I simply said yes, in the coolest way ever as a sis should do 'Yes, bro. Akinwande'. He gave me a smile that sculptured him on my heart.  We were both happy, I could feel and see it. Right there, he told me, he was ready and so we should began to make wedding plans.
     He'd visited us and I have visited his people, the most warm people I have ever met, Christian family. They taught him the life he lives. His siblings are also of same spirit . Christ was in their home. The main introduction is coming up soon.  For the wedding, I invited all of you to my  fathers compound. I am happy I found him,  I loved him and he loves me. Can I wish for more?

visit
www.wurastories.com.ng for more

I am Joan Joe  from the Niger Delta area of the country. I am just twenty five. I am charming and beautiful, I do not say this to praise myself, it had always been what people say of me, charming beauty. On my own side, God is good to me, I love to behold my face. I always see a beautiful me.
I am a graduate of  business Administration. I chose this because of my passion for business from my early days. I have been into business since I was in primary school, I spare you the detail of that but to my friends ,I am rich girl, having taking advantage of opportunities that avail on campus then Adekunle Ajasin University, Akungba. This spirit kept moving me to my service year and right now, I run my business successfully with the hope of having my third branch in Onitsha in Anambra state.
        One thing that had been of concern to me over the years is what prompted me to write this. I tell you in a whisper  'I need a love'. I know many people might had been wondering, what was she doing in those days in school, not even these days that secondary school girls already have a boyfriends? I guess someone might think, business girl. Whatever you think, you have the right to think so. I was into relationships but what I meet there was not what I needed. From the time I entered the campus, my charm had brought me to good looking guys and happening ones on campus.
     The first one was Jay B the short for Juwon Babalola. He was the son of a serving local government in Ondo state as at that time, he utilized it to fill his pocket. It reflected on the son, he was the toast of girls on the campus. He came to me as a fresher and looked serious. I was not suppose to give in but my friends held me in. I knew what I needed in any relationship before then, I knew it was love that I wanted and that would suit my life. I gave in expecting all that. His coming to me even when I was still battling whether to agree or not made me believe I will find that with him.  One week into it, he showed something else, he wanted me to spend the night in his room, share the weekend with him. His look at me was sex demanding, his eyes fixed on my unbursty burst with demanding look. I knew that was not for me, his real intention seemed to be my lovely body. So I ran, I got hooked to my book and always gave excuse not to be around and some scrap reasons. It fade away, he knew I do not wanted his style so he left. Later I got to know that he was one of the 'fresher's eaters'. Such of them on the campus, Go for freshers when they come in, trap those young girls and feed on them to them to renew their decayed blood. It was a thank God thing, I would have been eating.
       Godwin Eze was the next one, good guy, my church member. He cool in face , calm in attitude, looking as if did not to want anything emotion. He was the eater type with a sharp mouth. He wanted me the first night out. I tell you it was a narrow escape. I almost gave in to his cunning tongue, it sweetened  me on until I was stung by me. 'All pride will be gone in a night'.
    On the journey, I met some guys on my FB, they showed interest in me and I decided to play on. They talked sweet, you knew like a predator who wanted to catch a prey. Though I dread because of what had happen to some in the past, I was almost falling when they showed their interest. One morning, I woke up with FB message notification and lo, it was a nude picture of one of them. I was surprised, what was that for? Your open body, is that what you define love or something? His I love you message with quote and poem, was always coming in, now he showed his unknown body and he irritated me immediately. On his side, he wanted that I reciprocate his deed but I would never. The social media has make the world a global village, just at the press of the post button, my lovely self is in the view of all. No, nba o. His action was a demand for what he wanted, so I opted out by saying , you keep your body. I blocked him off and I felt bad for giving him few information about me.
The other ones were doing well but I already have an expectation of them. Just about when I wanted to bloom out again, Williams felt we have become close enough to share his mind. One late evening going to night. His message came. 'Honey, I am hurny...can we do the phone' The bell in my head rang again. What! Do gini? I was beginning to feel that this one was cool, then he came with the same thing. I rejected with a lie, God forgive my soul, and fade off him. Won't he see me before he began to do such thing even on phone, aye ti baje.
      My friends laughed at me, they said, what you are looking for does not exist. It was not as if I was picky, but I want to love and be loved and it seemed all were just not in this direction. My friends definition of love was sex, they package themselves to give their  guys their demands and they rate high with them but the moment the guys kind of see one who was better in such, they start to cheat and most times leave them for the better one. This kind of sex-love I don't like, so I flee from them. I was to a little extent willing to commit that sin with one, just a little of it but he must have put me first. I should be the priority and not my body. Most of these guys just want the pants down and the ladies are becoming used to it. So instead of preparing for love and it demand, they thought they can secure love with sex, for where? My simple demand is,  give me your love and you can have mine and this whole cherished body. True love is the key.
      It did not all end in school, through the camp, it was like that. The guys got attracted to me one way or the other, many wanted to come near. Some of their hearts were already programmed that way, beautiful girl are good when they open their laps. Won kiku ni kan se, just to relieve their body of tension. To them claiming 'holy' was old school things, they were ready to let go what burns in their body at any degree of acceptance, modern way of enslaving women, making her feel she would be accepted with her subjection  to his urge. The only thing she deserved as soon is the outpour of their urge. My friends were  used to that, they were like program for sex with what they had experience, they were not whores though but the men had given them the mind that your body first, no wonder many of those guys then never get satisfaction with the wife they married, they thought putting that first guaranteed a home, then they had a hell, then they complain, 'My wife is my head ache'. Which head, the head you did not utilized.

I even met one, Tosh, a perfect definition of gentle man but wild mind. I liked him at sight but at the opening of his mouth, I knew he was a wild eater. He was always invoking my attack and defence with a salivating mouth. Gently reminding me of those world of body and soul. My likeness wanted to pin me down with the emotion deceit but I fought my way out, his own was worst, he look like he cared but could devour as lion, what do I have to do with you, man of LovePeddler?
     Now I am burdened with this love. I want to love and be love. I do not put the last first, or the first last. But most of these suitors are sex box, the spirit of the moment, they mostly believe in the body and cared less about the heart.
Will you love me and my virtue, won't you take my charm for sex attraction, is there any man there of moderate height, good heart, self disciplined, who will not take me as a tool of working out his feelings, who would love me before the body? let him come my father's compound and knock at the gate, then he has a bride, that if he is not bellow the weight, not a desperado. I promise you will not meet a lie. If you pretend I will know,  I know their type in dark and grey.

Omojuwura
These two families had same thing in common. The family of Williams and Badejo. On the Williams side, it was Mrs Williams, she was the work, work person, out on the field, meeting targets, travels for official, building cadres and career strength. The husband took advantage of the fact that the wife was not always around, he decided to help himself by luring the house maid into replacing the wife at home whenever she was not around.  He gave the housemaid whatever she wanted and told her to make it a secret between them. If the madam was around, they acted as if they were not more than master and maid, once she was gone, the house became theirs. He also had a stable one outside, so, he lacked nothing. On the Badejo's side, it was the man, up and down, business and petty politics. He gave money, he gave the call whenever he was not around to check on the family well being but the wife lacked companionship indeed and was sexually starved, the man claimed it was not intentional, he was doing all for the family. So, she started seeing one of her open colleague. You know, those types that help you to handle your wife if you cannot. He took it up to serve as the supplier and companion.
          It became open one day, Mrs Williams caught Linda and Mr Williams red handed, she had  a failed trip. She was furious, first, of all people, her housemaid. Second the unfaithfulness of the husband. She reacted as normal. The news spread and mouths began to blame her. 'She deserved what she got, she was never at home, career woman, my boss, the target and all those. Was she expecting the man starve to death, mtcheeww, this modern women' They spoke and spoke against her. She accepted her fault as no one ever said the husband was wrong to have defiled their bed. They advised she chose between her work and husband. She adjusted and balanced the work with her home but the man who had not really complained about how she was working before lost his trust. He had her but not her trust, a little distance was created between them. One way or the other some office gossip got to inform Mr Badejo about her wife's affair with 'the helper'. He was furious and disgusted, this was stabbing him on the back, the wife he trusted and gave all the money she could never finish spending. He came home furious after he had gotten Joe beaten. 'How on earth, you are leaving my house, good for nothing woman, I gave you everything and bla bla bla' He threatened and shouted. The news carried it and the people heard, they spoke their minds 'What sort of woman is this, that cannot keep herself? She is not virtuous, not chaste at all, these women en, they can be funny, what did she want that she did not have. If I were the husband I will send her out, I can't even cope with a flirty woman and on and on' The one who said, he can't even cope with a flirty wife had a thousand concubines. Mr. Badejo himself satisfied his urge once and again in his trips but the wife has no right to have emotion or feeling, 'she was a log without urge', she is to eat money, drink it, spend it and replace intimacy with it. Mrs Williams had not for ones on her trips met another man but a man must not be chaste, how can he? Mr Badejo found his wife as one who was unfaithful and so she could harbor evil for him base on his political  level, they separated, he abandoned her but monthly sent money for their kids up keep.
She was not too broken, Joe came to her and they continued than before, now that she had no one to return to her from unfaithful trips. Unbelievably, Joe was Mr Williams of the other side. But he was not doing anything wrong in as much 'the wife cause it' Even when the wife had balanced, he had to support Mrs Badejo through the separation moment, she needed to balance. It was later found out that they had been been together before the wife's trips began.

Enjoy more stories with Omojuwura
Visit
Www.Wurastories..com

Tinnytony24:
Ugly picture or idonbilivit

It is a fictional story
Or what do you mean.

OmÓjuwúrà
Whatever pleases the owner of the mouth is what he or she uses it to say. I love my husband, no matter what you say, I will love him more. I am use to it, I am use to the embarrassment that comes with this love and I have come to enjoy it. If it is because of him, I won't bother.
I am beautiful, am I not? Mo sin gbonle lobirin. I am tall and glittering dark, with this killing gap tooth I have come to cherish. I will not go further lest you say I am praising myself. When you see me, then, you will be able to say whether it is of truth or not.
I married Adeola five years ago and it had been as if I was blind, to say I do to this man of ugly race. Won burewa. Not to hurt him, he is simply ugly and shorter than me with a slim body yet a big head. We were like word and opposite. I have heard many made mockery of me because of him, 'Upon all her beauty, she ended up marrying ugly matete' 'Soju e fo ni'. Some even came up with the theory that 'It was because I was playing hard to get with cute guys that made me ended up with this one I call my husband' and more of such but I wonder if who I marry is not my business. He is my husband no theirs. Besides, does a man not deserve a wife because he has a big head?
I tell you the truth of it all, Adeola was a neighbor of mine. He was the peaceful one and not that kind of neighbor that would distract you or make life miserable. I have not taken much notice of him but one thing was, I had peace living with him as a neighbor, you know, there are some guys when they are your neighbor, unnatural fear comes upon you. For days we might not see but when it happened like that, he either knocked on my door or I knocked on his to check if he was well and the other way round. I kept moving in and out, I never at a time saw him in my mind pictures talkless of dream. I had a good job and many profiled guys were on the list. I kept to one at a time but I wasn't getting what I was looking for. I hoped and prayed because I wanted the joy of a home but my beauty kept bring this and that guys around me. I don't blame my beauty, I only said what it brought me, good and bad guys, rich and even the poor wanted to dare.
One incident brought us together. He had not seen me for days so he decided to check on me. The door opened before him, after he had knocked several times without a response. He came in and greeted but no response. He said something pushed him to look round and he got checked my room, there I lied, helpless, that was the second day. He rushed over but I was too weak to communicate. He carried me like a baby to the car then to the hospital. It was emergency, emergency. Doctors and nurses run up and down, trying to save a soul of a dying lady. Three weeks after that, I was no where near recovery, I dried up seriously. Mouths were beginning to say this and that. I was decent in my own way but they thought, is either I had been used for ritual or caught HIV. My parents were there and siblings, friends were beginning to fear off, lest they contact whatever might be wrong, my present guy then had fled, lest they say he used me for rituals. One figure that kept coming was Adeola, on working days, he would check me when coming back from work and spend sometimes with me. The days he couldn't come, he would give a welfare call. During weekends, he do come in the afternoon and stay for some times. He was just one figure I kept seeing in my fainting mind apart from my family. All this time, I had nothing in mind, I just appreciate him. When things were not getting better, he brought his pastor, to pray. After then, I began to jack to health. It took weeks, all my stay in the hospital was two solid months and few days. The doctors treated me for different things but I give glory to God for healing.
I looked so lean and the loss pounds made me less beautiful. I resumed work but my boss was not sure, so he gave a relieve letter. I was sad, how could this be? So I went home and decided take a rest with my parents. There, I Re-again my self bit by bit. I finally got on my feet and came back to Abuja, to get a new job. Fortune smiled on me and I got one, though not as good as the one I had before in term of payment. I went for my check up from time to time and I was certified OK.
One Sunday evening, I was relaxing in the living room, when I heard a knock. 'Coming in'. It was Adeola. He came in, greeted me and gave his request ' I think I like you. I want you to give it a thought, if you will want to marry me, I await your response ' He waited few minutes looking at the speechless me and went his way. It was one of the sweet words in recent time then, I have been down, disappointed and not just happy. To be sincere, I had not be thinking of that, I felt he was just a kind guy, willing to help. My mind went blank on what to say. Beside his ugly face was just not a match, how can I get marry to an ugly guy? I did not look into it at all. But something kept assuring me he was good man. Who cares, what will people say matters, isn't it? His part in my life during my health issue kept coming to me, he stood when others that I thought were good friends fled. I decided to share with my mother. She was also beautiful, so, she might be on my side. I told her the exact words of Adeola. She said I should give him a chance to see whether he maent it, he had passed few of her tests in the hospital so to her, the face was less of a point. I got angry and felt mother didn't know what it ment for me, a beauty queen, marry an ugly man. Smiles.
He checked two weeks after and I tell you, I betrayed my self. Whether it was a dream or jax, I don't even know, up till now. I told him we shoud get going. I betrayed my decision I had made, I wanted to tell him to give me more time. I had intended to use the more time get hooked to another but they did not come. We got going and he never allowed me a chance to depart. Like a Prayer answered, he has so many of the things I wanted in real man. One Step after the other, he passed my test of his true self, lobatan, I got stucked to this guy. I mean, I got knitted to him. I became found of him. We went on well and it was as if we had Share a life before, may be in the first world. The face did not matter aymore, his heart, mindest and self carriage pulled me. He has good charisma.
It has being five years now, there had not been any day of regret. I lack nothing, my home is peace, my heart is joy, my two kids have a wonderful father(they took after me in face though). He is a friend and companion. I could not ask for more. His face almost deprive me of the gold beneath. Some of his ugliness disappeared with good meal, you know he was a bachelor that hated kitchen, but the ones we cannot re-shape remained, I don't care in as much it is not thorn. Many who went for the beautiful ones had their homes crashed in few months. I got my standing with this ugly one. On the solid rock I stand, and I know this love won't get sour.

I beg you all, leave me alone, don't look at me with unholy curiousity when you see my husband and me, he worth my love and beauty. Though you say ugly, he had made me know true beauty and make my beauty count, I have amazing kids, he helped me to start pursuing my dreams, I am happy. Don't try to reason it, don't try to calculate assumptions, he is the one for me. If you want to know, I thank God he found me and I found him. So keep your theories and assumptions to your self. Abeg, let the gossips take their mouth off my love. To the backbiters, hear this, I love my ugly husband.
Shout out to you jare Okomi atata
My love
My crown
My husband
Adeola, ademi
Let them say.

For more
Visit www.wurastrories..com

OmÓjuwúrà
To AFRICAN CREATIVE AUTHORS
First writers in Africa had much themes of colonization, the 'weakedness' of the masters in their works. They showed, they told. Many were said, many unsaid.
I ask, won't it be foolish, extra foolish, if we still cry the same thing on the long gone lords. If we still blame them for the lot we have? It would be because they left us with ONE thing to be like them. That thing which made them more powerful than us. It is what we call western education. Institutions to acquire knowledge, knowledge is light and light brings freedom. Advance knowledge was what made the difference then and it is still making the difference now. They were not who they were because of colour, language or whatever separate us, it is their exposure to knowledge that made them. This they brought us into through the establishment of schoos then.
They gave the power they had not in limit, those who fought for independence use this same power given by the master to gain freedom, it was not of guns and swords, it was the light from knowledge that they can be free and they fought for it.
We have same light and we do not explore it to be better, rather we feed on the continuous products of light drawn by the old masters. Up till now, we have in our hands key to unlock doors, sons amd daughters from this soil still go to their schools and nothing is hidden from them, if such thing be let them say.
So why, why, why are we behind. Why do we live as if there is no way? Why is there so much light but we dwell in darkness of our heart? Who are we to blame, the white or the black lords?
The dark ones now are the blindness that blind us! The limitation that limite us! The iron bar that hold us down stronger than the lords. And you know once, it is your own very foe (ota ile) you are really bond. The deliverance is of the most high. The black lords are our own very foes, greedy and mean, poor in soul, oh, they merrit not what they have.
African creative authors, I ask you , write now in this our own time for the freedom of Africa from these several chains that bind us. Especially of the black lords that has bond us low and tight, barring us from opportunities that avail for us. Great potential lie fallow in the land of black men, no intellectual investment. Intellectual properties make a nation. The growth is slow, nothing compare to what we can attain.
Haven't they done their worst, lives had been cut, evil create by them had betide men. Their heart is zeal and they forbid any one from given ray of light lest there is freedm from this self bond.
Use your swords, great warriors of words, let the archers of enlightenment shoot forth, let the stone of re-orientation destroy slavery mentality. Let the knife of ideal bring a replacement. Liberate by awareness, the soul of men bottled in pain but he laughs, E go better. When e go better,? Until the heart of men know new thing, a defined way out, this can be done by your inky sword.
Write, write, write for the fredom of our now Africa. Move the pen, let ink flow to stop bloodshed, to stop slavery, to end mediocry. Write, write, write for the souls that die by hunger each day, die by terrorism, die by product of corruption, write for the expression of potential nailed in the soul men. Write to displace this accursed ignorance. Write to save this generation not sure of what the future carry, the fathers have ate theirs and now that of the children they are busy with, write so this coming generation will have hope, not this hope against hope. Let the light of your pen, illuminate Africa from ignorace, bringing us to freedom and sustaining it. Write, write, for the people, for you, for the unborn. For the libration, let your pen arise.
Africa shall be free.

LITERATURE
Literature is written (drama, prose, poetry) and unwritten (song, dance, painting) work of art.

CREATIVE LITERATURE OF NOW
I define literature as a platform available to unleash potential by maximizing one's creative power by the use of imagination or experience to create and create a 'new world' represented in picture, painted by artistic words shapped into various genres.
Literature is beyond putting words together, it is creating a define picture with it, to serve a purpose, define purpose.

USING YOUR CREATIVE POWER
Literature has great power as it deals in words, words are powerful, it is the power with which the world was made. Over the years, it had been mined and there are still more to mine. The creative power can be channel to fulfil many purposes beyond what might had been done.

-Entertain.This is a must feature of every work of art. It is first to entertain.
-Inform and educate
-Motivate and inspire
-Share your view
-Expose the culture and tradition of your land
-Instruct and correct
-Change and replace.
Literature is wide. It is like a raw field of word, where art creators can create in their varied capacities. It can go a long in this century where there is always a quest for a change, where many have inner thirsts for different solution.

IMPACTING ART ('i-art')
(My Concept - OmÓjuwúrà)
Just as science is applied and it makes the world a better place as in technology, so also, literature should be applied to make the world a better place - with the use of created character, artistic words to solve human problems. This applied work of literature do not show or tell of the society what it happening in her alone, but it goes further to bring a way out and if it be good reflection, it should also show way of preservation.
Literature should be made to go a long way effecting changes, though it might have been doing that over the years, it should get to a level where creative work of art is desired by all because of it effect on the people just as the product of technology is being desired by all.
This is what I call impacting art, 'i-art'. It is simply, works of art effecting a reality change, in different sectors of human life. Here, words are moulded together to create artistic works, that will help fill a vacum, change destructive mentality, re-orientate, motivate, encourage, inform, educate.
I ask,
What if every creative work of art contains a solution, an idea to make the world a better place, a concept that provoke a change, information that to get over challenges and more yet the people still get entertained, won't litrature be desirable?

People will look forward to new work of art, strive to get it for they know in it lies something for them.
In the world of 'i-art', a book is equal to an idea, solution, motivation, re-orientation in the most effective way, it brings about a needed change. A reader is able to see his or herself and get touched. 'i-art' get close to human, know them, get their needs and meet it.

Creative writers of NOW, should look forward toward achieving 'real' purpose in our society. I mean things applicable to people lives in their writting. This goes beyond art audience alone, anyone looking for a solution, idea, should be able to fall on literature and get a way out.
That is why defining question should always be asked to define your work before writing.
Clue;
Before you start writing, ask yourself and answer sincerely.
1. What is the purpose of my new work?
Answer................................,......................
2. How do I intend to achieve it in my new work?
Answer...........................................................
When you have ansewered the question sincerely, you can go ahead with your work planning, writing out the outline. All will revolve round the purpose and at the end, you have succeeded in reaching to a nation, a set of people.

Creative world of art should be a desire of all because of the treasure that are in it, created by writer or other creator of other works of art.

Visit
Www.stality..com

TWO CITIES
Two cities, Ayede and Ayedun, fought over a piece of land, at their bother.
Lands lied in waste, the loss of blood and sweat prevailed.
Oh, the mourning souls cried, horror in hearts, fear and trembling, what shall happen next?
Over a land they did not created.
If the author of all, decide to take the land, what shall they fight over?

Visit
www.stality..com for more
Will also love your review

Help me with the information on how writerpay.com works if you have the idea. Does it work well for Nigerians? In short, please, what is it all about? Thank you

(In front of ComiD's house. The two friends were seated talking)

ComiD
Things will surely get better, just keep working hard. Don't lose focus.

AliD
Thank you. Em, ComiD, I have always want to ask you of something.

ComiD
What is it?

AliD
Are you so girl freaked, that you always have to appear this way?

ComiD
How do I appear?

AliD
The way you dress, always catching attention.

ComiD
As a friend, apart from, AlenD, which other lady have you seen with me?

AliD
Hmmmm, non.

ComiD
I try all my best to be discipline when it comes to girls issue, if not, I will be reduce to a peace of bread. As per my dressing, it is what is called, self packaging.

AliD
Are you for sale?

ComiD
I try as much as possible to package myself well, for a good trade. 'The way you dress is the way you are addressed'

AliD
Who care about the way I dress? I am too busy to do all these, only 'women wrappers' do all these (pointing to ComiD head to toe)

ComiD
No, no, no. The way you dress go a long way, speaking on your behalf. Most times, it is your first point of attraction. So I try to package myself well, to attract the level of people I want to associate with.

AliD
Really?

ComiD
Let me show you how. I wake up in the morning with few words of prayer. God before all things. The next step is taking my daily early morning exercise. After that I enter the bathroom to brush and scrub the body with a choice soap. Towel dry my body and use a choice cream, deodorant and anti-perspirant. Then next is my underwear, I don't repeat underwear. Once worn, it has to be washed before I can wear it again. Self packaging is not only on the outward appearance, it starts from what is under. If it is dirty, it will stink out. After that, I move to my well organized wardrobe, you know my room is always well arranged and bring out the clothes I have decided to wear. Neat and well ironed with a shoe that match. I do this to present my self right. And there is no going back

AliD
All this in a day, it takes how many hours, when you are not a woman.

ComiD
I have a me, and I have no other things to do than to make him happy and be in good state. Friend, I cannot look at myself in mirror and see myself dirty, unkept and be happy. No, my happiness start with me, in fact it is my sole responsibility to make myself happy and that is one way to do it, I have always loved neat and clean men. That is who I am growing up to be.

AliD
Does my look affect my happiness?

ComiD
When you see yourself in the mirror looking unkept, you are not going to be happy as when you look gorgeous. When you see people not associating with you because your dressing betray you, you won't be happy. Dressing well make you bold and confident especially when you have something to offer. That is why from time to time, I try to read about new things and update myself lest I go about with stale information. Friend, your assumption was wrong, I am not girls wrapper, okay.

AliD
But why didn't you tell me about this all while?

ComiD
You did not bother to ask.

AliD
Is that what you use on that girl, you have the best girl among our friends

ComiD
Not only that girl, check my other profile, I attract real people and you know what the means, they offer me the best.

AliD
I will try out this self packaging. It should work for me too.

ComiD
Good. Please, escort me to my AlenD's house.

AliD
I am sorry to decline, I want to go arrange my room.

OmÓjuwúrà
Www.wuranaija..com

My mother, Sade Odun, was a tigress. A true descendant of the cats. She was a good mother in her own way but a wife to dread. She was on top of the house though I had a father, who was expected to be the head of the family. He was there but my mother ruled. She ruled with strong hand. Her desire was the final, she would always find her way through. Though father had a broad voice but with her, it seemed whisper like. Mother was in command. She dominated every where and gave no room to the things and even people she doesn't want. My father was a little heard of when it comes to our family. Thousands of miles apart mothers voice was heard, her yes sounds like the ghost-laughter, her no, sound like the thunder-roar. No one questioned her either, yes or no. She was good to us, even to dad, she does all her duty as a woman but added more.
      My father was always unhappy. Though cheering with us and helpful at all times, there was always a line of unhappiness in his eyes. I tried to find out but I couldn't. He would sometimes sit alone, struggling with forces within. I never knew why, until I grew up and had a similar experience, with a colleague, I lost my happiness, the man in me was made recess, making me less of me. Now, I have the fear, aren't all women same. Won't my wife be worse?
  Alidson
Www.wuranaija..com

How profitable is literature e-books. I mean, putting your story together for publication on net. Does it turn out well.

Happy birthday.