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ykwildchild:David Oyelowo isn't Mr Eko of Lost. |
Hell in church. |
Spouse: Honey, tell me about your day. Me: It was great. I met the President and we shook hands. Okay, you tell me about your day. (A grave mistake) Spouse: Did you know that Mrs Brown has an illegitimate child? This morning, Mrs Thompson's husband caught her with another man. Mrs Ernest bought a new foot-mat, it's so beautiful. Old Miss Lucy is... (She goes on for hours). |
soe: ![]() |
I counted my toes. Ten. All complete. The bolded cracked my nuts! Help, I can't stop giggling! ![]() |
soe:I love your use of pun. ![]() |
Wow! This is awesome!*In Ryback's voice* Feed Me More! A pleasantly-hilarious work. ![]() |
prettydiva89:www.nairaland.com/2185410/black-maria |
LOL! Hilarious! ![]() This reminds me about that amazing screwball comedy by Dean Koontz: Tick Tock. Well done, sir. I'm feeling you. ![]() |
Memunah:Thank you a bunch, ma'am. I'm glad the story met up to your expectation. I'll definitely let you know as soon as it is published. |
prettydiva89:Thank you so much, ma'am. My Black Maria is still running. |
This is getting awesome. I hope to write like this someday. |
More please. |
LOL! Rock, if you are Sheamus (I Love to Fight!) and your brother Shawn Michaels (***), what's your dad? Bray Wyatt (He's Got the Whole World in His Hands)? And your mom? Judging by her admonition, she must be Vicky (Excuse Me!). |
Bring it on. |
TITLE: The Coffin of Errors (A Short Story) GENRE: Screwball Comedy PITCH/SYNOPSIS: When the old Pa Jimoh died in a ridiculous way, the elders of Ogbomosho decided to honour him with a proper burial. But the coffin-maker, Saka, chose the wrong moment to deliver the coffin as all hell broke loose on his way to Ogbomosho. RAVES AND REVIEWS: [b] Ishilove: OMA4U: EfemenaXY: Adrenaline123: pweedyuz: Danrizzle: Nmeri17:[/b] LINK: The Coffin of Errors |
MizMyColi:The bolded got me reeling with laughter! Only very few people would see the pun! ![]() |
Royver:Thank you, boss. I'm just displaying, by rote, what I learnt at your feet. God bless you for creating such an amazing thread. I had always been too engaged with personal stuff to participate, but not anymore. Besides, I like the directions the story is heading. You, including the other writer, have done a terrific job. This is a place to have fun after every hectic day.Let's see who will update next. Kitme, I see you ma'am. I hope you are cooking something hot. ![]() |
Making careful sure that he was not spotted, Emeka followed the only person in the world he could die for. But his heart kept beating repeatedly as he the significance of his pessimistic muse occurred to him. He would be devastated if Bisi was truly seeing a boyfriend. God help the guy if he saw him! He would pound him until he stopped to catch his breath. He believed one thing about love; you had to fight for it to get it. Whatever his tongue could not do, whatever a pen and paper could not achieve, surely his fists would go a long way. Not on Bisi, but on that unfortunate being who was unlucky enough to date his Bisi. There were billions of girls out there in the world; every girl was created for a guy. Bisi was the cover of his pot, she was the fire that always made his kettle sing. Anyone who tried to come between them would be a hostile. And you sure as hell don't welcome hostiles with open arms. But he frowned with more confusion as he followed Bisi; she was taking a familiar route—this was the way to Joy's house. Was she going to Joy's? Why? What's so special that could not wait till morning? He shrugged and followed still. His mind was at ease now. He had confirmed that Bisi wasn't seeing a boyfriend; she was seeing a friend. If he knew she was a lesbian, he would have his suspicions. Prurient suspicions. Maybe he didn't even need to slip the letter through her door. He could give her as soon as she was through with Joy. He could even accompany her safely back to her house. He smiled. For the first time, Emeka was seeing the glass half-full. But it was all hallucination, there wasn't any glass at all. A few minutes later, he spotted Bisi and Joy come out of the house. Both ladies were taking a strange path. This wasn't the way back to Bisi's house? Tonight, evrything was going wrong in leaps and bounds. He saw them take a bush path. Where the hell were these girls going at this time? Gracious God! Emeka followed them. |
The poor young man could not accommodate this feeling of affection anymore. He was madly enamoured by Bisi, and he was at the breaking point. He would soon grow a pot-belly if he continued keeping this feelings within him. His tongue had always proved how disloyal it could be each time he was around Bisi, even more rebellious whenever he was ready to confess to the gorgeous girl how her beauty always sent his ventricles afflutter. But everything was going to change tonight; a pen and a piece of paper would do what his useless tongue could not do; he wondered what was the use of having a tongue if it couldn't serve to woo a lady you love. Anyways, thank God for old invention of scrawling since God gave Moses those tablets on Mount what's-its-name. Emeka sat down and began writing; his handwriting wasn't the best in the world but he possessed enough sticky saliva to seal the envelope of grammatical constructions. And he prided himself on his oeuvre of imaginative romantic metaphors that were bound to set Bisi's heart on track. When he was through, he didn't have the slightest bit of doubt that Cinderella would fall in love had she received such letter from a hunchbacked banshee. He ended the letter with 'Yours ever in love', his soubriquet under, and a ridiculous drawing of an arrow piercing a heart that looked like a pair of two breasts. He incarcerated the letter in an envelope, stuck the brown envelope in his back pocket. Destination: Bisi's abode. He was going to push this love letter into Bisi's room through the crack under her door. Then he would bolt like hell back home to spend the night awake, duly fantasizing, picturing Bisi giggling with glee as her beautiful pair of eyes followed every line he had carefully composed. Besides, nobody must know that he had used this rather old-fashioned method to captivate the linchpin of his heart. And if Bisi turned down his request, he was sunk. He might even go as far as jumping off a cliff, if he had any cliff from which jump. He walked in the cold night seeing the cup half-empty. What if Bisi tore the letter before reading? What if she was already in love with someone else? What if the letter didn't contain the magic word to enchant her? What if—? There were enough what-ifs to float the Titanic. He just had to deliver the letter and hope for the best. A few metres away from his destination, he saw Bisi come out of her room and walked urgently into an adjacent street. Emeka was confused? Where would she be going at this time? It was almost nine o'clock. He thought about depositing the letter through the crack of her door as he had planned; she would return to find it there. But Emeka, the incurable pessimist he was, thought Bisi was going to see a boyfriend. Jealous and curious at the same time, he tailed her. |
LogoDWhiz:Oh! Thank you so much, sir. It has been modified. That's the effect of stress. ![]() |
Slimzjoe:LOL! Basket is now the good guy. That's interesting. ![]() |
D9ty7:*Prostrates back* It's been quite a while, sir. Where have you been? |
Slimzjoe:What about Blackie? |
Niwdog:You're welcome, sir. Thank you, too, for reading. ![]() |
LogoDWhiz:Thank you so much, sir. I just experienced a placebo effect after taking some tablets. |
Kitme: Thank you, ma'am. Your story moves me too. A good job you're doing there. |
Danhumprey:@ bolded...I feel greatly honoured, sir. But all my stories are complete, except this one which is ongoing. This one is a big project. |
discoprophet:May God bless you, sir. You seem to understand my predicament. ![]() |
JeffreyJamez:I managed to update twice today, sir. ![]() |
ojjp:LOL! Hilarious you! ![]() |
MizEll:There will...there has. ![]() |
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