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Slim berry123:
yhung browhne where ah u ooooo.... food don done ooo... Kusibe77..

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I'm in as a team member

saw it now, and thqseries, too

Tunde gulped his alcohol. He squeezed his face tight; the liquor was warm and a bit bitter exactly like he wanted; like he wanted, so that his annoyance can ease. He poured himself another which half filled the cup; relaxing the cup in his hand and let the past hours play on his mind.

What did she take herself for, a celebrity?

He's been stupid, acting like a fool all day because of one girl. Thats what they say about getting attach too much, but he was showing what he felt, truthfully, as though a fresh of the morning sun, that can't be hidden. His for her can't be hidden. Rita, yes, he loves Rita. And this has become a fool. He was been played as though a tennis ball to the wall when the player was assured it would bounce back. He would come back.

It's enough. The rejection, it's enough.
He had spent hours combing his hair, polishing his shoes, and tried looking good for her, and when he went to her house as planned, she opened her door in half.

'see Tunde, I'm sorry I can't join you, I've slight headche, maybe some other time'

Then she slammed the door shut. Leaving him outside, hurt, betrayed and embarassed — all in one second.
He stirred the glass cup by shaking it, as if though it was a mixture.
The smile in his face had then vanished and he dragged himself than to the bar with the aim of expel his annoyance with some drinks.

He was angry, and his mind was boiling.

Staring around with annoyance clouded vision, he saw a young beautiful lady. Their eyes met and she stared away. His mouth went wide. She's beautiful than Rita, he mused. He put down his cup, and stole another glance her way. She was beautiful and perfect, except being not as fat as Rita, and not as close to his heart like Rita. Her face was more beautiful, and he can't guess why she's alone in this place.

Perhaps, it's time to put Rita where she is, at her house, off his mind, and enjoy his evening. He stood, buttoned his shirt and walked to her.
Rita ruined his plans, but he wont let ruin the entire night.


'Please' he offered a hand, and she accepted shyly, and placing her glass down on a table, they stepped to the center.

Soon, the bar was astounded, their cheers and clap cheered the couple that are so good as dancing partners.

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She stood at a corner and wine filled her cup. Men charttered, and music blared, and ladies giggled. The centre had opened for dancers. She loves to dance, but she came alone. Alone with herself and her wine. She stared around.

At a seat was one of the handsome men she has ever seen. Turning fully at him, her gaze met his and she stared away quiclky, the tables, chairs, and seated couples met her gaze and a smile broaden her lips. He was cute and he was alone, she thought. Talking to men first wasn't her thing, he should attempt if he wasn't dumb. Handsome men are dumb anyway, but not often in the matters of women. She filled her mouth with liquor and let it in her throat slowly.

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Sophia sat queitly. A LED Tv hung on the cream paint wall, and around her stood two other white couches. Aesthetic painting: a woman backing a baby in medeival villige beautify the walls. A half empty glass of alcohol sat on a glass table before her, and under her slippers holding feet, mantled by brown, dotted designed square ceramics tiles. She held a magazine with both hands, and on its page was a pre-wedding photoshoot of a couple. Complimenting couple, she thought — Husband was dark and tall, wife was blonde skin and average height.

Advertently, she picked the glass cup, took a sip from it and return it on the table. It warmed her throat and warm her thought too. It was night and she would soon sleep, as she's already wore her night gown. She enjoys it, a cup or two just before falling on bed.

She read the couples name and smile crept on her face. One day, she will be having pre-wedding shoot too. Hers would be shot outside the shores of this country — Paris is her best choice — she can't rule out Italy though — or maybe just South Africa. Those tall archaic monuments in Rome were her fancy for a background in a shoot, like the ones she's seen in movies and the one she visited, once. She took another sip, ran a finger on the picture as if though she was texting the texture of the couples' skin. She read the woman's name — oh! she was an Igbo.

Sophia was a lady of twenty one. She learnt marriage was a cup of tea that requires patience but she caught herself not out of it. She will marry. And living happily ever after was the part she fought, why not happily from the beginning. Just like she has been with Richard. All the headache and frustration that comes with relationship has been silenced when they knew what they wanted, and defined it. In this world, where faithful men are easy to find like dinosaurs, she'd better enjoy herself now, than keep it till later.

Bitter- truth which she believed was that marriage is filled with lots of headaches and frustration. And she wasn't ready for those chunk of worries at her age. She was twenty one, has a master degree from a foreign university — the meeting ground for she and Richard.

It wasn't love at first sight, if anything could be accorded to define it, it was 'lust at first sight.' He was tall. He was dark. His charisma allured her and plus his wittiness, her legs went in air. When they returned to Nigeria, they continued where they ended — for satisfaction — for friendship, companionship — till they're ready to part ways and give marriage chances.

Another sip of the warming liguid brought it usual warmness to her throat. She flipped the page of magazine, uncrossed and crossed her legs. The new page displayed RMD, a popular actor, and his ebony wife. Their brigth smile, igniting a bright one of hers — spreading widely across her face. She, too, will get married, and like this they would look good. Her man would be tall like him... like...

Richard? You are saying Richard?

Richard is just a friend and he knows it. He is just an 'explorer' that cannot be tame. No, not Richard.

She picked her phone from the table, slid it unlock, and dialled his number — just to hear his voice. Only, just his voice. Smiling, the phone sing in her ear, she waited. The caller tune stopped, and her smile fused to a frown. Staring at the screen, she dialed again, like the first, it sang and beeped a drop. She threw the phone on the table. She returned to her magazine but it seemed Richard Mofe Damijo was turning to Richard Oluwadamilare. She squinted, slap the magazine shut and it, too, went on the table. She squarmed, fiddling a hand through her hair, and adjusted the collar of her night gown.

She slid on the phone again to see the time though a clock was ticking on the wall: 9pm. He couldn't be sleeping. He should be about... Maybe with another girl... She dialled again and this time, sadly and surprising, 'the customer you're trying to call is switched off'. Farther this time, she flung her phone to the opposite couch.

Karenjay1, I understand now. Jjagz you did justice to the piece.

Everyone can we please stop creating more characters? please, let's deal with this ones first.

Slimberry123:
dear writers weldone, i suggest we stick to mark. Kusibe77 where art thou

I'm here, watching, and preparing something.

more characters have been created — this is getting interesting — and confusing.

I can still edit, for errors or incosistencies.

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'Good morning sir,' his secretary, closed the door behind. 'Your schedules'

'Put it down, please' he pointed to the table.

She walked to the table, place the document and stood before his table. 'How was your weekend sir?'

Sophia made it wonderful, giving me the laps and a long ride, memorable and pleasurable... and you can't believe it, there is this girl with the type of ass you will never have even with surgery, Richard mused.

'Fine' he replied instead, smiling.

'And is there anything I can do for you'

Richard raised brows, then sit up fully, and stared at the woman before him. She wasn't new here but she seemed new. She has changed from the skinny young graduate he knew her for about a year ago to a woman...a woman. The curves have gotten wider and the flesh tender, perhaps its time to do 'it' again. This time differently, not in the jiffy like it had happened before. It would be slow, steady, this time, because this body is new and needs no rush.

That time, it had happened once, in less than a minute, and never to happen again. But it seems that's about to change.

'Sir?' She was smiling, swaying gently like a backup singer, hands clamped before her thighs.

'Ermm... I'll let you know if there is anything' he replied.

He could see the handwriting. He knew when he sees one. Being expert in the game as kept him more game than he ever thought, and if more awards have to be given on this romp of 'bedding women', his house should be a floor of medals now. He has taste though... taste?

The secretary turned to leave, took a last look at him, then shut the door.

Heavenly grace! The secretary's ass — his taste?

Sophia too, oh heavens, she got it. Talking about Sophia, it seemed the girl has tied him to her, two years and they are still together. That was long. He Richard Damilare has never done a relationship that long, ever with any woman. No, not. He was young and still has time, and committment is not one of the character he wanted to adopt now. No not, now. He still has time. To the girls it was handsomeness, wealth, and prestige, but to him, it was just exploration of his God given gifts: his tall height, his bearded face, and of course his earnings. All of them were short. None last long. Always, short relationship like he wanted. His secretary being one of the shortest. They want to roll with a handsome, manager of one the biggest companies, and before they knew it he was gone. He was a conqeouror, with no heart, and with no love. Just... exploration. Exploration, you can call it.

He saw the same size of ass in the girl at the restaurant too, he remembered. That girl was someone he knew, he wasn't sure. Maybe, in his school days at the university of Lagos. Maybe at his PPA in Niger state. No, she can't be from there, he would have remembered if she was.

But where?

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slimberry123

hypoo go bleach oooo

I like it.

Waoh, this is good

sk skarlett where is the speech?

congrat ma'am

Debbietiyan:
Thanks a lot Kusibe77.

For being my first critic, if this ever gets published, you'd be the first to get a copy

I'm humbled ma'am — smiling warmly. Thanks

Debbietiyan:
Ohh, I think I get what you're trying to say...The text was just dialogue, her current emotions should have been better emphasized right?

But if you'd notice, the story is written from Anita's point of view, she describes what she sees and how she feels about it.
"Welcome, how did it go?" was asked by Sophia but since Anita has the rein over the story, the question was related to us by her (Anita).

“It would have been great, if I wasn’t distracted, trying to figure out the best means of murdering a certain someone.”
The narrator replied Sophia's question. By the response, you can tell she is sulking over what Sophia did.

She bites her lower lip in mock fear.

Written in continuous tense (the action is taking place), Anita describes Sophia's reaction to her reply.

The idea of my choice of tense is to enable the reader watch the Main character metamorphize, for example: She can only tell us what she thinks but since its her opinion we can't agree to everything she says, but if you follow Anita's character aptly, she tries to come off as tough given her background and all...so we mostly get her witty retorts but not necessarily her emotions as she tries to mask them.

So far, she has lost it once (when her Dad came over) and you'd notice how she tried to hide what she really felt.

So hopefully, in the future, she'd let us in again.

Alright, keep em coming, more growth to your creativity

Debbietiyan:
Thanks love.
dish out the criticisms...we are all learners

You can improve on 'getting to the character's head'

you are good. I haven't read it all, but with the part I read, you are cool. And don't stop 'cos Nlnders are selfish, and stingy with comments.

Would have critize constructively but what did a learner like me know?

keep the good work, ma'am.

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Food don done oooooo!

faints and still laughing

Dayum, we are here.

This one nah for prolific and popular writers on this place, anyway, brb.

ProFuhrer:
I don't know about the Voice competition and how it is run. I agree with the fun part, that was part of why I joined.

But what if Kim didn't finally win? She was just 4 points above the 3rd person.

Now, I gerrit. start 'campaigning' for her, she might need it in the next stage.