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This is more like it. I just want to add that this Blinkinked (the guy probably mispelled this monicker judging from his comments) is just a sacrificial lamb for NL writers to sharpen their swords (or matchets) with, am sure there are others yet to be discovered perpetrating this illegal act on other social media sites and blogs. Like Blinki*wareva*, their time will soon be up! I hail you guys for the efforts made at getting this situation brought to the front burner, great Nairaland Writers!

Still waiting for the action of our Oga at the top concerning this issue.
Luv you all.

Hey guys, sorry but am teking a breather from finishing up this work. There is a plagarist who is stealing people's work from the literature section here on NL and posting them on his facebook page as his own work; taking all the praises in the process. I believe efforts are in progress to stop this hooligan and once it is done, the story will continue.
You can check it out for yourselves

m.facebook.com/blinkinzedthoughts?ref=stream&refid=52

Ebamma, nice story line. Try and read your work again before you post them, I don think anybody goes to school by 8PM as you wrote in your second post. Also, paragraph your dialogues and make you updates longer.
*following*

HumbledbYGrace: my chapter is finished! Done in my memo. Its just a tiny thing I wanted her to fix, but ya'll are too blind to see what I am pointing at. I wonder how long I will suffer nepotism on Nairaland

*mumuring* and I was wondering how long we will suffer from your whining on nairaland

Then just post it already for bleep sake or allow the thread for more important discussions.
Thank You!

You guys are really funny, there is fire on the mointain and you guys have been bickering over irrelevant issues for over three pages. Seun even stepped in to ask how he could assist with the problem and all you guys could do was to ignore him and continue quarreling over nonsensical issues like bored market women.
Larry, you even allowed yourself to be drawn into it. Am a bit dissapointed I must say. You all should know how deadly piracy can be for any writter who nurses any aspiration to eat from his sweat. Thats The Problem On Ground! Not whether Unique's work should be deleted or edited.
Priorities, guys!
HBG, just 'man up' and do your own chapter. You already ran away from the responsibility once, the only plausable excuse you should be putting on the table now is the piracy thing not Unique's performance on the collabo.

@Unique, good job. I know you would have done better if you had more time and were probably on the roaster from the inception of the collabo.
@ Larry again, get a hold of your thread!

Mazi, U are nothing but a bunch of talent, inspiration and raw unaldultrted talent. Are you a drug baron? Cos u have an unusual skill of feeding your Junkies(followers) enuf to satisfy their cravings and at the same time leave them screaming, panting and scrambling over each other for more of your unique drug(story).
You even provided employment for over 20 people on the thread! You tite die! My fingers are crossed in anticipation of your next masterpiece.

PS; Sex sell but it gets old quickly. Wud love to see an emotional side of you in your PPA. (Thought the title alone is suggestive of a contrary plot.)
Like a nuke, You are tha BOMB!

^^ Sir

Yes

Sir!

Thanks, Foxy, Blue and Phinity318.
Next upload soon. server is apparently clear now.

I was lugging a plastic nylon bag full of nails and other rudimentary tools used in carpentry work as I walked along the dry, hard laterite road. I was sweating already as the bag was quite heavy, and we still had about another three hundred meters to walk to our destination but I did not mind. It was rare for me to have the chance to break my tiring daily routine which involved waking up, going to school, coming straight home, going to the farm on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturday evenings, sleeping and starting the whole thing all over again. Today was special, we were going to the senior officer's quaters which was about half a kilimeter from where I and my family lived. The quaters was reserved for the big "Ogas" who worked in the same establishment as my father. There was just something different about the quaters, apart from the bigger houses, the pretty expensive looking cars that littered the parking lots, and the chubby looking kids who always seemed to be dressed in thier sunday best, there seemed to be something in the air itself that was lacking in in the junior quaters that I, my father, mother and four other siblings lived in with other junior staff.
I was tired of kicking the little "ball" I had been playing with while I walked along the road and raised my head to look at my companion. I was about thirteen years old and standing about five feet tall but I still had to look up towards my father. The sun seemed to be set in a moving halo behind his head as he walked beside me and the bright light blurred out most of his features but I could describe him even immediately after waking from a deep sleep. He had an oblong shaped head that was always shaven to the skin, oriental shaped eyes and one of the thinnest lips I have ever seen on anyone. On his broad shoulder was a bundle of wood which we intended to use for a job my father had gotten few days ago. My father was not really a carpenter, he had picked up the "skill" during his job hunting days when he had stumbled on a vacancy for a carpenter and due to how hard things were with him, he had promptly applied and was employed for the two month long job at a construction firm. Luckily for him, the job had only involved nailing one piece of wood to another and his incapability went unnoticed. He had gradually gained the basic skills in carpentary before the expiration of the contract job. He had told us that story about a million times over the years with great and sometimes varying details.
My father was presently employed in a new government establishment as an office clerk and only engaged in carpentary jobs to supplement his meager salary. Though the salary was very poor especially for the junior staff, the living condition was very okay. We had twenty four hours electricity, steady water supply and the general environment was very neat and clean owing to the fact that the buildings were less than 6 months old. We stayed in a two room self contained apartment with basic facilities to make life easy.
Through the combined income of my father and my mother's petty trading and farming, we were able to live better than most of our peers, we dressed better and ate better than most. We were even amongst the lucky few who could afford to buy a colour television and our radio even had a remote! I was a big boy in a little way.
Today, I wasn't only going to the senior quaters, we were going to the house of the "Oga kpata kpata!. Part of his roof had been blown of few months back during a thunder storm. The government had replaced the roof immediately but they had failed to replace the ceilings which had huge watermarks defacing them. Some were even buldging.
After numerous request by the "Oga" for it to be fixed he had personally taken it upon himself and foot the bills required to replace the ceiling boards. My father had been called, he gave his quotation and finally got the job. It was a saturday and working with my father meant that I would miss farm work for that day. Good, I hated going to the farm even though I almost never did anything whenever I went. The tedious jobs at the farm were mostly done by my three elder sisters and my mother, my younger brother was still too young to be of much use in the farm. He stayed home attending to the little kiosk my father had constructed from left over wood last month for my mother to sell to retail provisions.
We walked past the senior quaters and headed towards the house of the General Manager, GM as he was often refered to. His house was seperate from others and was fenced round with a twenty four hour security detail at the gate. My father hadn't said a word to me since we left home. From his breath I could tell that he had had a few bottles to drink. He always did that anytime he had a little cash to spare and he speaks very little whenever he was tipsy. Drinking and working had gotten him into trouble many times before. He had once mixed up measurement for a cabinet he constructed and had ended up doing it all over again at his expense after the customer rejected the "improved version". I hoped the same thing wont happen again today ath his boss's house. He could get fired!
"Hey, how na? Oga dey house,?" My father reponded to the Gate Man as we stepped into the compound.
"Yes o. Him don even ask whether you don show". The gate man responded. We walked futher into the compound and for the first time I saw how big the house really was. The job was going to be tedious, we had sixteen ceiling boards to change and it was already 4.pm.

Hey guys, I have been gettin the "server is currently overwhelmed" crap since noon. I jsut suceeded in posting the above. More when i can get through.
sorry for the long wait.

My mother was no psychic, but she could easily tell when something was amiss with those close to her, expecially her children. She had it as a natural gift. On some occasions she would have a dream some days before the event took place or at other times she would 'see' such happenings even without her being present. It was scary at times, the clarity of her visions. I remember traveling back home for the holidays on one occasion and my mother had called me to her room to have a talk with me. The room was quite stuffy as there was no electricity to power the old and rusting SMC ceiling fan, so I had taken off the T-shirt I was wearing.
"Dee, look I have something to tell you. I am very worried about the dream I had about you two months ago". She said as she rearranged her wrapper tied around her breast and then reached for her "book of dreams". I and my siblings had christened the diary she used in recording any strange dreams she had "The book of dreams". A flip through the pages of that diary would give any feeble minded reader shivers down his spine as the event recorded in them could qualify for a script of a hollywood horror movie. What made it even stranger was the facts in the book were mostly accurate with real life happening, the only differences were the dates. The day my father was hit by a trailer loaded with cement some years ago while on his way to get drugs for the cough I had as a kid was an example of such. My mother had dreamnt and recorded it in her dairy with details as minor as the trailer's license plate number and the driver's surname about two weeks prior to the incidence. The only difference was that unlike the dream, my father had survived the accident with just a gash on his forehead. I guess the prayers and fasting she embarked on immediately after having the dream had worked to an extent.
"I saw you standing naked in front of a human skull, it was dark and it was raining. Two girls suddenly appeared and one of them took your right hand and pierced it with something and blood was rushing out of you thumb and poured on the skull without end". She said while handing me the dairy after opening the page where she had recorded the dream.
Beads of sweat gathered on my forehead and my finger stuck onto the page of the book as they had not only become moist, they were dripping with sweat! This cant be true! I thought as I stared wide eyed at the date recorded at the top of the page. Twenty eight of June, 2003. Is this a joke? I sacnned through the page and I almost fainted. If my mother had been standing right there, she wouldn't have given a better description. What I was looking at was the exact description of the night of my initiation, correct to the date! There were even details there I had forgotten about! The only difference here was the deep spiritual colouration her description had.
"So Dee, you have to be carefull at school". She added while handing me the hand fan she picked from her bed. She must have mistaken my sudden bout of pespiration to be caused by the stuffy room we were in.
"Kneel down let's pray". With wobbly leg, I did as she instructed and we prayed together for the next two hours straight. I was also to carry out six to twelve fasting for the next three days to avoid the evil that she thought might befall me in the near future. That was my mother, she did not even think that the evil had already taken place.
The same thing had happened in this instance. She had woken up after dreaming that I had been attacked and killed by armed robbers. (Who else would attack her "innocent" son with dangerous weapons?). She had called my phone throughout that day without response and almost at the point of hysteria, called my friend Otu. Though Otu had assured her I was okay, she was not reassured as he could not make her speak with me. When she had told Otu about her dream about me being involved in a robbery attack, he had used it in my favour and lied that it was so, though I had survived and was in critical condition in the hospital.
My mother had gotten on the next available bus, arrived late at night and found me in a comatose state. Otu had fabricated the rest of the story about me being attacked in a taxi on my way back from work.
What I felt was relief, not happiness that my secret was still safe. I would readilly shoot myself in the head rather than face my mother with her being in the know of how much i had fallen away from the path that she had struggled so hard to keep me on. I could not believe how much I had failed in keeping with my initial desire to achieve success. What had gone wrong? At which point did I take that evil step that almost cost me my life?
I lifted my bandaged arm to console my mother as her sobs were tearing the very cells that made up my heart with guilt. A tear fell from her eyes and landed on a patch of bandage stained with my blood. I did not know why, and I no longer cared that my "rugged brother" was standing by my bed. I closed my eyes and allowed the regret and guilt which had gathered into a furnace of liquid fire behind my eyes pour forth.
I cried uncontrolably as I sent my thoughts back to the begining.

P Beni: Mr knockturnal you need to update more often, you waste a lot of time. Nice story though...
*subscribing*

My Oga, no vex. I don type alot of the work to update soon. Just get ready to read. e go long o!

don ifez: Subscribing

Welcome Sir.

ebamma: sup di continue story fo emi, ke mbet oh, but akpaniko ke di ke edi eyen mafia?

Sorry please, work no give man breathing space dis week. I ll do justice to the story dis evening and the entire weekend.
Iyooo o, idoho ntoro.

[quote author=Larry-Sun]I don't have any gasket to blow, since the name used isn't a major character. Besides, do I have to opt out too? However the case may be, the fact still remains that she did a hell of a job there. The ladies are spinning a whole lots of surprises. [/quote]Ooooookay. just an observation from a Learner.

Ishilove: What familiar names? When i checked last, Larry is a VERY common name. Phrenology is in the dic, so what are talking about?

Ishi, I am only aquinted with only one Larry on this side of the atlantic; and he is the originator of this wonderful excersice. *coincidence?* Nah, I dont think so. My girlfriend is named EFEtobome, but I was sympathetic with Efemena_xy at not wanting her name used in the collabo. Now Pyguru, there realy is only one Pyguru!
I love your narrative of Madam K during her make up session. Reminds me of Efe's during the Photo shoot of Amina Dasunta......They are just out of this world! Like a space shuttle.
#teamtintinnabulation#

Great stuff Ishilove......a really nice continuation. The use of familiar names tainted it for me though. ***Wondering why oga Larry and Pyguru are not reacting the way Madam Efe did when her name was used earlier.***
Was really expecting more though.

You guys are just too much!