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harlos: I followed the link he posted though i'm just browsing through it i think i'll love it

harlos: I'm having a little problem now and i'm afraid this might end it...

it does seriously

nabsprada: I'll b honoured 2...bt 1st hw does d group operate? do I get 2 av access 2 lots of books?(lolzz) ,am also nt clear on who owns d group,wat re d prerequisites of joining? re u a member Sowie abt my jamb questions o...waitn 2 hearing 4rm u

horbeat: Great! You can add me up on facebook via usuflekan@yahoo.com. and also visit by blog www.readingrecipe.

I will like to invite you to an event coming up this Friday and will end by Sunday. The 15th lagos book and art festival. Holding at freedom park broad street lagos island...
The program is featuring writers and beautiful books you can dare not to read.
See detail on my facebook group page .readingrecipe.

harlos: This is very heartbreaking

nabsprada: Am not a member yet,mr horbet is and I havent heard from him yet. Will send him a pm and get back to you asap.


I'll b honoured 2...bt 1st hw does d group operate? do I get 2 av access 2 lots of books?(lolzz) ,am also nt clear on who owns d group,wat re d prerequisites of joining? re u a member Sowie abt my jamb questions o...waitn 2 hearing 4rm u

Piresg24: To My Bee's knee

Game not with my heart
By your stonewalling art
That we may ourselves have a glee
Of a lasting wet dream
Which shall endure
Like a bristlecone pine.

How your yea made me gay
Having reached our bloom
Should we not enjoy our may?
Bereave me not of this boon
Anon to the partterre let's ooze.

Neither did I had a clue
Nor was I given a cue
That you are as the honey suckle
Could made me missed my orgeat and sherbet
Oh! How your caress imbued on me a salve.

Shall I compare you to the altair?
Cruising into my life in beams and rays
Glossy like a sun bird causing a stare
Sleek to my feel cutesy and fey.

You are the bird of paradise
Finely curved like the cypress vine
You smell so sweet like a fragrant pine
Even sweeter fragrance than the moon flower.


The moon and sun may fail to shine it light!
The ocean may fail to afford us water!
But my love for you shall always glow.N

WOW bro,nice,good to know guys also write poetry.

By: Piresg24

latrust: I like this, keep it up.

kayemjay: Sophia dropped the call and looked beside her. Sean was lying down on the couch, breathing steadily. He had been injected with valium and should be asleep for 12 more hours. Everything was finally back on track. She had Sean. Eva was secure in the Charge Room. All logistics were finally getting back into play. She was behind schedule by 20 hours. Timing meant everything to The Ghosts Corporation. The General was definitely going to chew her raw. In their code of law, it was better to excommunicate yourself, go off the radar and hope you are not remembered, than fail an operation you were supposed to deliver. The General gave Sophia a 24 hour window and she got the job done. She smiled to herself, and then frowned. She had worked with incompetent fools and had trusted them to come through. She would deal with them later when she got off the General’s whipping. She knew the other attendees of the General’s summon were already aware of the proposed meeting. But orders are orders.

She composed a text and sent it to the Super Agents. Shina, Ambrose and Tawo. Together they were called The Deadly Quartet. The four of them were in line to succeed the General. Ambrose was the Tactical Genius. His specialty was planning operations, attacks and infiltrating impossible fortresses with a very short deadline. If there was a place that could never be breached and you wanted someone to go in and come out unseen, give the job to Ambrose. He never failed an operation. He always worked alone. He loved men and was known to be in love with any guy whose as5 could take his huge d1ck. He was the highest paid member of the four.

Tawo was the super spy. He was the king of multiple personalities, and the master of deception and disguise. He had eight different names, 5 different passports, and was a citizen in 3 continents. He spoke English, French, German, Spanish, Yoruba, Igbo, Hausa, Swahili and Italian. He was the youngest of the Deadly Quartet and also the coolest. He was also responsible for bugging phones, cars and people. He designed a special application which could make him connect with any satellite he chose and track anyone, anywhere in the world. He was the General’s only son. He was not close to his father and secretly wished him dead. The General knew this but could not afford to have him silenced. He was his only surviving blood. Besides, Tawo was hard to extinguish. He was the most difficult member to find or reach. You don’t find him. He finds you. The Deadly Quartet was hard to kill. Only the General knew all their weaknesses.

Time was 9pm. Along with the Deadly Quartet, the Tactics team consisting of Bruno, Marshal, Gbenga, Mark, Iyke, Francis and Brenda was also invited to the meeting at the Watch Tower. They gathered in the large Oval Office. Bruno, Marshal, Gbenga and Mark sat on one side of the room in a semi-circle, talking in whispers. Iyke and Francis sat together but were farther away from the group. They were not talking. Brenda was busy with her blackberry phone. Sophia was sitting at the top of the conference table, cleaning her nails. She looked so beautiful. Ambrose was sitting 4 feet from her, his legs crossed. He was not smiling.

Tawo breezed in at 9:13pm. As he sat down, a voice came in from the speakers above. It was the General.

“Thank you for coming late, Tawo.”

Tawo nodded and waved to the air.

“Welcome agents. I can see that we have all been familiarizing ourselves. There is cause for worry. Our organization has been infiltrated. This has never happened before. Good job by Sophia and Shina. The threat has been nullified. However, this is to warn you that you should be on the alert now than ever before. There could be others like her as there is also a more desperate detective who wants to get behind the situation. Temporary steps have been taken. Good job by Tawo and Ambrose. Be on the lookout. As from now, you will resume normal jobs at various offices assigned to you. You will find a file under your pillows when you get home. Show up at your respective offices and live as normal a life as possible. You would be contacted if we need you. That will be all.” The voice went dead.

As the agents got up to leave the room, the voice came back on again.

“Super Agents wait behind.”


10 minutes later, each Super-Agent had been assigned an order. They also had identical files under their pillows, but they were instructions not job descriptions. Operation Subterfuge was activated.


Detective Ahmed woke up to find himself in a very strange place. White tiled walls, strange smell and a very small and uncomfortable bed. He tried to move but he felt a sharp pain on his left wrist. There was a drip on his wrist and a small amount of blood had formed at the tip of the needed. How did he find himself at the hospital? Which hospital was he? He remembered just a little part of the earlier events. He was riding his Power Bike. He had a collision. That was all he could remember. He pressed the emergency button.

“Nurse!!!” He called out. No answer.

“Nurse!!!” He called again screaming as loud as his strength could carry and pressing the emergency bell a million times.

Seconds later, a young man in a long white apparel came in to his room. He was all smiles as he approached his bed.

“How may I help you Mr. Ahmed?” the doctor asked with a smile on his face.

“It’s Detective Ahmed. Please doctor where am I? Where are my phones? How long have I been here?” Ahmed said, trying to sit upright.

“No no no pls Detective. You need to relax.” He said pushing him gently back on the bed and continued, “You lost quite some amount of blood and we have been monitoring your condition for a while. When you wake up you will get all the answers you seek. Please just relax.” He finished.

He took out a syringe and drew some liquid from a finger size plastic container. He tapped Ahmed’s free hand and found a vein. He injected the contents of the syringe inside Ahmed and removed it from his body.

“That would help you relax” the doctor told Ahmed.

“Thank you” Ahmed replied.

The doctor smiled, took his tray and walked towards the door. Ahmed’s eyes had begun to close. He opened the door and turned to Ahmed. He walked back to him and spoke very softly.

“By the way I am not a doctor. My name is Tawo. You have been poking your nose into business that is bigger than you. The crash should have killed you. You are lucky to be alive. Ï just injected you with a form of Amnesia virus. When you wake up you will lose all memory of the past five weeks. I was never here. Good day Ahmed.”

Tawo shut the door behind him and left the hospital. He got to the car park drove out and headed towards Apapa Oshodi expressway.

He sent an encrypted text to Sophia.

“I’m done. Your turn to move.”

kayemjay: I woke up with a banging headache. My stomach churned and my throat was dry. I was very thirsty. I squinted, trying to adjust to the brightness of the room. I was sitting on a wooden chair, my hands tied at my back. It was a tiny room. The only piece of furniture was the one I was seated on. My shoes had been removed. I raised my head and looked around. There was a pile of plywood to my left. A water dispenser was by the iron door. There was a tiny bed to my far right which could only take one person comfortably. Damn, I was hungry. I tried to recollect what happened and how I got here. It was all fuzzy. I tasted the dry blood on the cut on my swollen lower lip. I silently cursed the Macho man who hit me.

I had to get out of here. With the tip of my fingers, I felt the tape used to tie my hands. Masking tape. I looked around for any shred of metal I could use to loosen myself. None. I tried to force the masking tape off me by pulling my hands apart. I groaned and struggl
ed. It did not come off. The 100 watt bulb was blinding my eyes. There were no windows and the fan was blowing at a very irritating low rate, making funny noises. Tiny drops of sweat formed on my forehead.

What time was it? Where was I? Was this where I was going to die? Is this the slaughter house? All these questions ran through my head in milliseconds. I started crying. I was weak, hungry and afraid. I was not going to die here I told myself. I looked round the tiny room again. This time I looked very slowly and very carefully. As I looked past the door, something shiny caught my eyes. There was a part of the door which had a little protrusion. It looked sharp. It was very small, like a design of some sort. This could work I told myself. I had watched The Avengers where Black Widow was held captive in a similar situation when a call came through to her. Her deft mastery of martial arts helped her escape and defeat her captors. I wished I knew martial arts. I prayed quickly and silently. And I lifted myself up with the chair. The wooden chair was not heavy after all! I hopped and hopped and hopped. Finally, I got to the position of the shrapnel looking protrusion on the door and turned my back against it. I tried to locate the shrapnel by trying to feel the door, my hands still tied behind the chair.

“Fvck!” I cursed. The shrapnel cut my finger. I felt the warm fluid trickle out. I wanted to suck it to stop the bleeding. I could not. I continued, trying to trace the shrapnel and get it to where I could successfully pierce the tape. I found it. I tried to pierce the masking tape with the shrapnel.

“Ahhhh..Fvck! God!” I cried as the shrapnel cut my palm. I could feel blood oozing out. I smiled. The masking tape was loose. I quickly freed my hands from the chair and got up. My palm was hurting. I cut some foam from the bed on the floor and tried to clean the blood. I cut more foam and cleaned the drops of blood on the floor too. I scrutinized the area to see if any changes could be easily noticed. It was not.

I bent my neck at the dispenser and opened the tap. The taste of cold water was soothing. I had my fill and let out a loud belch. I saw the bed and a huge desire to just lie down on it came over me. But a lot of work was yet to be done. And if I was found unbound and on the bed, the next restraint they would put on me would not be a masking tape. I carried the wooden chair back to the exact spot it was kept initially and sat on in. I paced the room, deep in thought and trying to work out a plan. I can’t die now, I told myself, shaking my head. I was just 27. In my prime. I meant so much to my mum. My girlfriend would break down if anything happened to me. The office would freeze for at least a week before they could get themselves back up. I had to do somwthing. But what? I put my head on the dispenser bottle and tears trickled down my eyes. I prayed to God to forgive me my sins and that I would dedicate my life to him if I ever got out of this alive. My nose ran. I dragged it in.

Just then I heard footsteps. And then the footsteps got closer. Designer shoes. Maybe cowboy boots. It could also be a woman in high heels. But from the sounds I heard, I knew that there was a corridor of some sort outside this door, which was either tiled or very smooth. I made to resume my prayers on the dispenser when I heard the jangle of a bunch of keys and a key go into the lock. I immediately rushed to the chair, sat down and put my hands behind the chair, in the position I was left making sure I didn’t make a sound. The Iron door opened and someone stepped in, closing it behind him. The door made a soft thud when it closed. I kept my head low, my heart was pounding so hard in my chest I was afraid he would hear it. There was a moment of silence. I could feel his eyes all over me, trying to survey me. He kicked my legs gently. He kicked again. Then he came closer.

“Hey” He said tapping my chin. I kept mute.

“Hey! Boy!” He said louder, this time tapping my chin a bit harder twice and lifting my face up.

I pretended to be waking from sleep. I opened my eyes slowly. It was Macho man. My heart beat faster. This brute of a man was so merciless. I still remembered the ringing slap he gave me hours ago. I groaned.

“We are leaving” He said.

I dropped my head again as if I was fainting. He stooped to look at me, a certain worry in his eyes. That was his mistake.

I don’t know where I got the courage or the idea. I felt this sudden rush of adrenaline and I was not even thinking about my actions. Even I could not believe it. As he stooped to look at me, I freed my hands from the back of the chair and gave him two heavy slaps on each eye. I put all the power and force I could get into the slaps. I was afraid I had blinded him. He screamed and held his face. I pushed the chair back and landed a huge kick to his ball5. He fell on the ground gasping for air. I made for the door but he held my leg. I turned and kicked his hand with all the might I could muster. He was still gasping for air. I got to the door, turned the handle and bolted. The corridor was long, with doors left and right. The floor was tiled and clean. It looked like an apartment in progress that was nearing completion. I got to the end of the corridor and opened the door. The Toyota Camry that picked me was parked neatly inside the compound. It was not a very huge compound. The floor was interlocked with bricks. I dashed to the gate, got out and continued to run. I had no idea where I was going.

I was on a small pathway that could barely take two cars. There were bushed all around. No trace of civilization. I looked farther ahead. Nothing. Just a lonely pathway with bushes everywhere. I was getting tired. I had been running for a while. I had no phone. My wallet was still with me, but it was of no use. I looked behind me a few times, trying to see if Macho man was coming after me. No sound of a car or anything of the sort. I stopped to catch my breath. After a while I began walking slowly, tired and hungry. I was fatigued. I sat down on the floor beside the road, praying to get help. I began to cry again.

I hear d the sound of a car coming from the direction I was heading. I quickly stood up and listened. It was approaching me now. Any help would do at this point. I flagged down the car but it ewent past me. It got a few meters away from me, then reversed. I thanked God.

It stopped beside me and the driver’s window wound down. It was a woman. Thank heavens.

“Please ma’am. I would be extremely indebted to you if you could please give me a ride anywhere out of here. If I can get a bus anywhere, I would be very grateful.” I begged.

She looked at me as if assessing me and deciding whether to give me a lift or not. When it seemed like she was going to zoom off, I begged her with tears falling from my eyes.

“Please ma. I mean you no harm. Please” I begged.

“What happened to you? What are you doing here? And why are you looking so tattered?” she asked.

“It’s quite a story ma.” I replied, my tears refusing to stop.

My tears seemed to give her a change of heart. She nodded her head to the side of the passenger seat.

“Come in.” she said.

?She opened the door and I got in. The refreshing AC, the comfort of the leather seat and the safety in the hands of a good Samaritan were all welcome developments. We drove at some speed and when we passed the house I was held captive in, I glanced and looked inside. The Camry was still there. I was relieved. I relaxed.


“So what is your name?” the good Samaritan asked :-):-)me after an eternity of silence. She spoke very good English. Gold earrings, gold bracelets and a gold necklace. She smelled of class. What did I expect? She was driving a Honda Civic 2012.

“My name is Sean ma.” I replied.

“Nice. I am Sophia.”


Lol from the frying pan into the fire. Maybe not

latrust: Nice poem.

harlos: Nice one lucent. Hop to see more

harlos: Sorry,Was she your sister

nabsprada: @ op,u re nt alone in dis unending thirst 4 books,books n more books...my 1st novel was an african nite entertainment(was in pri5 den) n since den,its bin 4wrd eva,frm romance,fairytales,motivational,adventure,jst name it...n like u,give me my phone or books n I wont even notice if am alone or nt,got so bad dt in guy in my sch told me 2 slow dwn a bit as am a lady,was a bit worried bt 4got it as soon as I came online 2 read updates frm al d stories am following...n nw,its reading galore(tanks 2 ASUU)..
try reading "y u act d way u do by Tim Lahaye" am sure u'll like it

idara kriz: What!!! When I said I don't read novels I meant not as much as b4 plus it ddnt mean I had given up on books I still read oda tinz moreover I'm a sudent.
I just read one big marine fiction novel last week nd m reading KmJ's fiction, my God wat would my life look like without books?

idara kriz: Honestly litz class was totally boring except wen my teacher used me as show off! I had read most of the novels they handled from juniour to senior school by co-incidence.
I totally loved novels initially I wasn't like that though buh by the age of seven I read one book 'the vicar' it was totally awesome with magic and children saving the world then I hit it hard with chinua's "Things Fall Apart". From then on there was no turning back.
I loved big novelz bcoz of how it could keep me engrossed for days.I was lucky my dad was widely read too it gave me access to lots of books wen I ran out of those to borrow from I an art student began reading science books,philosophy,economics psychology. Funny thing was I never saw myself as a bookworm or nerd for once.
Its surprising to know that I don't have as much flare for reading my books now am in varsity where I need it most. Buh am totally glad I read those books I read though I stopped reading novels especially romance plus I was displeased with the stereotype theory that girls read novelz more bcoz of how fragile they were and would want to create a comfort nook for themselves by reading and believing fantasies and fictions!Though I noticed girls actually read more.Though I felt it was the same with watching movies too much entertainment coz am also a couch potato! Nothing would compare to the luxury of living in a totally different world as I did den!

harlos: ...and I love literature classes back then.

Horbet I don't get that
Those short story books are my favourites and comics too.

Meklex: James Hadley chase opened the stream of my addiction to literature. I write too but my readers always say that I have a nice plot but my tenses are awfully bad,,,,, I am discouraged, I now regret ever skipping literature classes back in sec school.