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 Literature › Re: Endorse Topics To Make The Frontpage by LarrySun(m): 9:29pm On Nov 27, 2014 |
LarrySun:Mods!  |
| Literature › Re: Stories Of Funny Nairalanders And Novels by LarrySun(m): 4:01pm On Nov 27, 2014 |
| Literature › Re: Endorse Topics To Make The Frontpage by LarrySun(m): 10:05pm On Nov 26, 2014 |
I'm here again. And I'm using this medium to thank you all for heeding my calls the last time. May God in His infinite mercy crown you all (Seun, Semid4lyfe, Obinoscopy, Mukina2 and my lovely Ishilove  ) with glory.I endorse this nairaland e-book (Tales of John) for front page. https://www.nairaland.com/1972157/tales-john-kingzpen-studio-production It's a very nice concept by another wonderful Nairalander from the Literature Section. Once again, my God bless you all! Larry Sun  |
| Literature › Re: Omat Essay Competition by LarrySun(m): 8:41pm On Nov 25, 2014 |
omat20:larrysun4real@yahoo.com |
| Literature › Re: Omat Essay Competition by LarrySun(m): 8:32pm On Nov 25, 2014 |
omat20:The e-mail address is not valid. |
| Literature › Re: Nairaland Poetry Club (Launch Thread) by LarrySun(m): 1:41am On Nov 24, 2014 |
D9ty7:There are times when challenges have to be met head-on, and there are still times when it is base to sit still and let barbarians talk. God bless your wisdom. |
| Literature › Re: Nairaland Poetry Club (Launch Thread) by LarrySun(m): 1:03am On Nov 24, 2014*. Modified: 1:49am On Nov 24, 2014 |
I've always been coming late to events these days; I'm so sorry about that, some Laws generally fall on the side of Murphy. There are things beyond my control. But my heart has always been here; my heart beats for any literary creativity, even if my pens only scrawl lines for prose. It is gratifying to always append the truth to the end of a train of reasoning. I'm never a poet, I'm a total klutz when it comes to scribbling poetic lines or acting a troubadour. A close analysis may be able to explain to me how the colours of flowers of poetry are created and combined, but I may never understand how their odours are made. As much as I suffer an incurable dysentery of words, my poor symptoms are only diagnosed in the ward of prose. Even with prose, I never aim at creating literature, I only strive for intelligent entertainment. When my pen does have to become a sword, it would be more trenchant when its steel remains cold. Unfortunately, because of the mantle flung on my mantel, and because of my lack of poetic speech, I shall go ahead and wash my soiled linens in the daylight. I shall paste some of the migraine-inducing balderdash I once scribbled and called poems, until I saw the works on real poets. I sincerely hope the poor readers have enough aspirins in their cabinets. VANITY Some buy a minute's happiness to wail a year Some are kings in their dreams but wake up beggars They cut off the tree to gobble one sweet apple Then plant another seed to germinate in twenty years How could man be so vain? You taste your faeces to justify not stepping on it You look to the sky and cry for the sun at night Yet in the day you long for the moon over your banana Would you buy a rose just for its thorns? How could man be so vain? Would you behead yourself to ease that ache? Or your birthright you sell for a morsel of pottage? Most of us can lose our hands for a bagful of coins When chickens would not risk a feather for a fistfuls of corns. How could man be so vain? The stick beats the talking drum without compassion And the drum wails in pain at every stroke Yet humans dance to this cry in merry Until the stick eviscerates the poor drum How could man be so vain? Still, the drum cannot do without the stick And humans would still want to dance some more Does climbing the ladder make us taller? Or lying before a dwarf render us shorter? When shall man ever learn? Larry Sun November 3, 2013. My humble respect to the great poets in the arena: OMA4U, Texanomaly, Royver, Firestar, Timpaker, Laykorn, Jigsawkillah, Noble4d, Divepen, Princesa, D9ty7 and Obinnau. God bless you all. |
| Literature › Re: Endorse Topics To Make The Frontpage by LarrySun(m): 10:40am On Nov 23, 2014*. Modified: 10:07pm On Nov 26, 2014 |
Thank you. |
| Literature › Re: Nairaland Detection Club 2 - 2014. For Nairaland Writers Collaboration 2014. by LarrySun(m): 10:14am On Nov 23, 2014 |
Skimpledawg:He's all right. His time of post is only extended. |
| Literature › Re: Nairaland Detection Club 2 - 2014. For Nairaland Writers Collaboration 2014. by LarrySun(m): 7:16pm On Nov 21, 2014 |
toykathy:The next poster is TemitopeDaniel. |
| Literature › Re: Nairaland Detection Club 2 - 2014. For Nairaland Writers Collaboration 2014. by LarrySun(m): 3:24pm On Nov 21, 2014 |
Repo, that chapter was absolutely brilliant. |
| Literature › Re: Patron Of Matrimony (the Complete Story) by LarrySun(m): 8:24pm On Nov 20, 2014 |
Wow! |
| Health › Re: Why People ‘glue Together’ During Sex by LarrySun(m): 1:18am On Nov 19, 2014 |
Ishilove:Jeez!!! |
| Literature › Re: Nairaland Detection Club 2 - 2014. For Nairaland Writers Collaboration 2014. by LarrySun(m): 12:49am On Nov 19, 2014 |
MumZ:I'll write the concluding chapter of that first collaboration. |
| Literature › Re: All In A Circle.....(A crime story) by LarrySun(m): 12:32am On Nov 19, 2014 |
toykathy:I would be glad to have D9ty7 there too. Like he said already, he may collaborate with another writer to come up with a chapter. D9ty7, if you would like to be a part of it, tell me which writer you would like to write the chapter with and I'll inform the person. Thank you, sir. God bless you, Toykathy. |
| Literature › Re: The Brand Of Cain (A Complete Novel) by LarrySun(op): 6:03pm On Nov 18, 2014 |
Essyydiamond:Thank you, ma'am. |
| Literature › Re: The Paradox Of Abel (The Sequel) by LarrySun(op): 7:38am On Nov 18, 2014 |
I'm so sorry, Scapashini. My reply was not made to debase you in any form. I only meant that I'm through with POA and TOJ would be the third book. But before that, Black Maria comes next. I'm sure Rapmike was not out to insult you. He made the statement because he believed we are all buddies. He wasn't making jest of you. It saddened me to see that you two were trading insults on my thread. |
| Literature › Re: Nairaland Detection Club 2 - 2014. For Nairaland Writers Collaboration 2014. by LarrySun(m): 6:09pm On Nov 17, 2014 |
D9ty7:My fear is that if the mods lock the thread, it may not be unlocked when the writer is ready to post. But I like your suggestion. Obinnau, kindly lock the thread below: https://www.nairaland.com/2000557/nairaland-writers-collaboration-2014 |
| Literature › Re: Nairaland Detection Club 2 - 2014. For Nairaland Writers Collaboration 2014. by LarrySun(m): 6:02pm On Nov 17, 2014 |
Nimen:I consider all writers equal. |
| Literature › Re: Endorse Topics To Make The Frontpage by LarrySun(m): 8:38am On Nov 17, 2014 |
Seun:That was how we did it last year, but it didn't gather much reader because we disallowed readers from commenting. It even got to a stage where the writers were no longer motivated to update. This is the link of the first collaboration: https://www.nairaland.com/1189817/nairaland-writers-collaboration I just believe comments from the public would boost the writers' morale. But if seeking the public's attention is a bad idea and may lead to disorder, then we'd rather follow our initial system. Thanks for your attention, sir. |
| Literature › Re: Endorse Topics To Make The Frontpage by LarrySun(m): 1:48am On Nov 17, 2014 |
Seun:I sent a mail to the mods. I thought you would receive it, too. The collaboration is about Nairaland writers coming together to write a story of novel standard. It is to create uniformity among writers here and make the Literature Section more interesting. So, in this regard, fifteen of us have come together to make this a reality. It's basically meant to bring unity and fun. A writer posts one chapter, another writer takes it from there by posting his own chapter at a specified date. It goes on from there until the last writer wraps up the story with his own chapter. Thank you. *By the way, I sent you a mail two days ago. I don't know whether you received it. I wasn't sure about your e-mail address.* |
| Literature › Re: Endorse Topics To Make The Frontpage by LarrySun(m): 1:11am On Nov 17, 2014 |
I endorse Nairaland Writers Collaboration 2014 for front page. https://www.nairaland.com/2000557/nairaland-writers-collaboration-2014#up Seun, Semid4lyfe, Obinoscopy, Mukina2 ...I've come again.  I'm so sorry for the disturbance.God bless you. |
| Literature › Re: Nairaland Writers Collaboration 2014 by LarrySun(op): 12:12am On Nov 17, 2014 |
******* When, after only two years, the great gate of Kalaputa Prison was thrown open for Rimi, he didn’t question why he was released early, he just appreciated the freedom. If you put a lion in the zoo for two years, three years, six years, he never forgets what freedom is like. He walked as far away from the facility as he could, clad in the clothes he had worn when he arrived there; an open-collared Lacoste shirt with a small alligator at the left chest. He was even surprised to see that the money he had left in his pockets when he came still remained intact. Evidently, the wardens didn’t remember to probe his sartorial composition. He considered himself quite fortunate that the government had not decided to change the country’s currencies in the space of his incarceration. After trekking a little distance, he stopped. He was getting too tired of this peregrination. The afternoon sun stood proud on the firmament. He had been walking without direction; he was getting disoriented. He didn’t know where to turn. He didn’t know anyone, anyplace, anything. He considered using the money with him to hail a cab, but where would he ask the driver to take him? He looked around him; there were people moving hither and yon, none of them took a glance at him. Why should they? He asked himself. What would anyone have to do with an ex-con? All these people had their destinations; unlike him, they all had their definite directions. Rimi wished he could blend among the busy crowds. But he knew no one. The only remembrance that occurred to him was the faces of the couple he had seen in the courtroom. His mind kept returning to those faces, something he could not fathom himself. He wished he could know their names; maybe the names would fill up the gaping void of his memory. In a way, he still felt like he was still in prison, in a mental prison; a prison even more brutal and horrorifying than what he had witnessed in Kalaputa Prison. His stomach rumbled. He was hungry now; he needed to fill his empty stomach at least. He hoped his stomach would not rumble too loud, it felt as empty as a dry well; and to be able to gather the broken shards of his life, he would need a clear head and a full stomach. At the other side of the road was a restaurant. It was too stately for his taste but his hunger wouldn’t allow him to seek a less-expensive restaurant. He crossed the busy road and entered the restaurant. Most of the diners were fashionably dressed in office attires. Rimi looked at his own clothes and shrugged. He was not looking that dirty, except his unkempt beards. He didn’t care if anyone was looking at him. He was here to refuel his stomach. No one was going to stop him from doing that. They could stare as much as they like, as long as they left him to his own problems. Taking a seat close to the entrance he ordered for any food without beans, he had eaten too much beans in Kalaputa that he had sworn never to taste it again if he gained his freedom. He ordered for a plate of rice and spaghetti with a cold bottle of Maltonic. He concentrated on his food and began to feed himself. He ate with gumption and voracity, totally oblivious of the stare the other diners were drilling him. They didn’t approve of his lack of table etiquettes, some diners even had to storm out of the restaurant in anger. When Rimi was done with his meal, he looked at the faces staring at him and winked without smiling. He scanned them all with his face and decided that he didn’t belong there. He paid for his meal and was about to leave the restaurant when his eyes caught something on the chest of one of the diners. The woman was wearing a necklace with a star-shaped gold pendant. The pendant laid smugly in the lady’s exposed cleavage. As he saw the pendant, memories, lost memories, came flooding back in a rush. He had to grab on the edge of the nearby chair to regain his balance. With full force, his mind travelled back to that night, that fateful night. The night of the robbery. And he remembered everything. ************************************************************************ As Rimi remained in the restaurant, a young man stood waiting outside, waiting for him to come out. The man standing outside was grinning widely, showing three large gold molars, and he was at the same time carrying the face of a man looking through a high-powered microscope and observing an interesting specie of paramecium. To him, Rimi was the paramecium. The man had shadowed him from the moment he was released from prison. He had been on Rimi’s case since the past two years. He was the man Rimi had prayed never to see again. But this particular man was bent on sending Rimi back to where he belonged, Kalakuta Prison… CHAPTER ONE ENDS |
| Literature › Re: Nairaland Writers Collaboration 2014 by LarrySun(op): 12:07am On Nov 17, 2014 |
CHAPTER ONE UNLEASHED Written and Submitted by Larry Sun It was hard to know exactly where to begin, for series of events had occurred in the last two years. Even the day prior his release, Rimi had watched an inmate get fried to death in the Kalaputa Prison. The condemned man, Steve Abaga, had been sentenced to death for molestation and murder of a pair of twins. Steve had molested two young girls and killed them, dropped their bodies behind the house they lived, doused them with petrol, and then set them ablaze. Hoping in some muddled way to dispose of the evidence of his crime – Fluid perhaps. The fire had caught the dry bush around and had spread to the building itself, had engulfed it due to the flammable substances retained in the house, and four more people had died, two of them babies. Steve Abaga had wiped away a whole family because of his own twisted lust. Rimi had shared a ward with the criminal and was there when it was time for the condemned man to pay for his transgressions with his life. Steve had been sentenced to death by hanging but an ancient electric chair had just been smuggled into the Kalaputa Prison and the prison authorities were eager to test the machine on a criminal, Steve Abaga had come in handy. Rimi had to watch as Steve was being dragged to the electric chair; he had been allowed to watch the electrocution. The criminal had been tied to an old chair that had absorbed the sweat of dozens of terrified convicts in the last few moments of their lives. He had watched as the metal cap was strapped to Steve’s head. A cord ran from the cap and through a gasket-encircled hole in the wall behind the death-chair. At one side of the room was a metal bucket that held water and sponges. One of the sponges was picked and pressed between Steve’s shaved scalp and the cap. Of course, the sponge had been cut just right to fit the metal cap. The sponge had been soaked in water to better conduct the charge of direct-current electricity that ran through the wire, through the cap, through the sponge, and into the condemned man’s brain. Rimi had watched Steve jerk and jerk as about a thousand volts of direct electricity convulsed his body. Undoubtedly, Steve Abaga’s brain was being fried as smokes exited his ears, nostrils and mouth. Kalaputa Prison was not a place for the feeble-minded to pitch tents. As the prison gate was opened and he stepped outside, he took a deep breath of the fresh air that welcomed his freedom. He didn’t know why, but he felt like the air outside was considerably way fresher than that retained in the correctional facility. He noticed that the city had changed in the last two years of his incarceration. The streets had not changed as much as the people. The city was predictably different: it was bigger, the cars and shops were more numerous and more garish, and the streets were more crowded. After observing several women whose bosoms wobbled freely inside loose, colorful dresses, he concluded that brassieres were out of fashion. He walked past a very dark-skinned woman clad in a mini dress that showed off her pierced navel. She rubbed her bosom inviting him, “Hello convict, fancy a cuddle?” Convict. The name fit Rimi like a condom. Not today sweetheart. Rimi thought, and kept walking. He didn’t really understand why he had been incarcerated for twenty-five months. All he remembered was himself standing in a court of law on the charge of robbery he didn’t remember committing. That had been two years ago. He could still vividly recall everything that had occurred that last day; he remembered that his head had been encased in a white bandage; he also remembered that the trail had lasted for eighteen days. The public benches had been filled to overflowing when the judge presiding over the case entered the courtroom. There had been a sudden buzz in the corridors as the members of the panel filed quietly into their places. Even press and public alike had stampede into the court. All eyes had been on the prosecuting lawyer—a fat, jolly-looking little man dressed in a double-br.easted suit, striped shirt and a colorful tie, striving to appear solemn. But everyone in the courtroom knew the kind of loath he had for the accused. As he walked away from the prison, Rimi was remembering the various events that had occurred in the courtroom, almost everything. Maybe that was because there was really nothing else to remember but the activities of that day. Yet, fortunately, what a man didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him; basically, in this case, what Rimi didn’t remember shouldn’t worry him. But he was worried. He remembered his eyes settling on two people as he climbed up the steps into the dock, with manacled wrists and shackled ankles. These two people who had caught his attention, a man and a woman, had looked to him as much familiar as they were unfamiliar. He felt like he knew them, yet he didn’t know them. He had locked gazes with the lady for the briefest second and she had looked away almost immediately. He could not help but notice the discomfort in the lady’s demeanor, but he didn’t know what caused it; the nervous shuffling of feet, the slow trickle of sweat that ran down her neck, and the nervous attention she cast on the prosecutors were enough to let him know that the woman was not uncomfortable sitting there. He looked at the man sitting beside the lady; the heavily-moustached man showed absolutely no interest in him, and like everyone else in the courtroom, was concentrating his full attention on the accusing lawyer. Each person wanted the man to come up with more evidence that would nail the convicted to the gaol. But the fat man had said his lot already and was calmly seated, with no intention of making any more proclamation. The clerk of the court, dressed in a wig and a long black gown, had risen and had read out from a card the words Rimi had suspected he had known by heart. “Will the panel please stand?” Ten men and two women had risen to their feet. Then the judge had spoken, “”Please answer my question yes or no. Members of the panel, have you reached a verdict on which at least ten of you agreed?” “Yes, we have.” Some of the legal experts had chorused. “Members of the panel, do you find the prisoner at the bar guilty or not guilty as charged?” There had been total silence in the courtroom as the reply came: “Guilty, my Lord.” The answer had been chorused. And that unanimous decision had stamped his durance vile. The judge had sentenced Rimi to eighteen years imprisonment. Amidst the common hubbub that usually ensued after the judge’s pronouncements, Rimi could detect the glee that possessed the visage of the man whose appearance had initially caught his interest—the man perched beside the lady. As he was being led to the waiting Black Maria outside the courthouse, Rimi had fixed his gaze on the couple. They definitely looked familiar. Who were they? How and where he had known them was what he could not recall at the moment. And he had not recalled anything about them for the next two years. |
| Literature › Re: Nairaland Writers Collaboration 2014 by LarrySun(op): 12:01am On Nov 17, 2014*. Modified: 5:41pm On Dec 15, 2014 |
Below is the list of writers who are participating in this year's collaboration: Chapter One: Larry Sun (Monday 17, November, 2014) Chapter Two: Frank317 (Wednesday 19, November, 2014) Chapter Three: Repogirl (Friday 21, November, 2014) Chapter Four: TemitopeDaniel (Sunday 23, November, 2014) Chapter Five: Therock555 (Tuesday 25, November, 2014) Chapter Six: PrettySpicey (Thursday 27, November, 2014) Chapter Seven: Kayemjay (Saturday 29, November, 2014) Chapter Eight: MaziOmenuko (Monday 1, December, 2014) Chapter Nine: AudreyTimms (Wednesday 3, December, 2014) Chapter Ten: OMA4U (Friday 5, December, 2014) Chapter Eleven: Divepen (Sunday 7, December, 2014) Chapter Twelve: KingZpen (Tuesday 9, December, 2014) Chapter Thirteen: HumbledbYGrace (Thursday 11, December, 2014) Chapter Fourteen: Chistar (Monday 15, December, 2014) Chapter Fifteen: D9ty7 (Wednesday 17, December, 2014) Chapter Sixteen: Royver (Friday 19, December, 2014) Know more about the writers and their stories here View writers' discussion thead here |
| Literature › Nairaland Writers Collaboration 2014 by LarrySun(op): 11:49pm On Nov 16, 2014 |
And the Collaboration is back for the second season. Click here to view the first season. |
| Literature › Re: The Paradox Of Abel (The Sequel) by LarrySun(op): 3:37pm On Nov 16, 2014 |
ezeigbo194:You've missed the story. |
| Literature › Re: The Paradox Of Abel (The Sequel) by LarrySun(op): 3:28pm On Nov 16, 2014 |
Scapashini3:Black Maria. |
| Literature › Re: Endorse Topics To Make The Frontpage by LarrySun(m): 10:32am On Nov 16, 2014*. Modified: 2:05pm On Nov 16, 2014 |
Thank you. |
| Literature › Re: THE UNKNOWN: The Mega-hit Series by LarrySun(m): 11:50am On Nov 15, 2014 |
Hello guys, a message just reached me that TemitopeDaniel has been banned, either by Pyguru or by the mods. TDan apologises for this. And he has promised to give you more updates as soon as the ban is lifted. God bless you all. |
| Literature › Re: THREAD UNDER CONSTRUCTION by LarrySun(m): 8:51pm On Nov 12, 2014 |
You keep loving the villains and hating the heroes. Let's hear the story your narratives speak. Bring them on. |
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