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LOVE AND THE PEOPLE I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love. -Mother Teresa. (Characters in this segment are Rose and John). Narrator: Rose and John visits John's family house. Rose speaks with his elder sister, Anne. Anne: I think I like you a lot and the fact that my brother loves you too. Rose: (blushes) Thanks. Anne: Does he make you happy always? Rose: You see Anne, love is not perfect. It's a paradox. There are times when it hurts, but it really teaches one how to get over any other pain. Anne: Hmm. True talk Rose. Rose: Yeah (She says as John enters). John: What am I missing? Rose: Nothing dear. It's nothing. Just girls talk. John: (sits beside her) I'm interested. Rose: (hits him playfully) Oh get off nosy. John: That's why I love you. Rose: Oh, whatever! Who says love is all about being happy always? Do you think married couples are forever happy in their lives? No! Love is not all about being happy. Love hurts. It's crushes. It pains. However, one amazing thing about love is that it teaches one the real essence of love and how to learn from that pain. That's the paradox of love. That a flaw cannot alter the love that you feel for that person you love. This is the main key to success in marriage; to take matters lightly, to not dwell on a partner's attitude or flaws and to apologize even when not at fault. Next week's episode will be on "Learning to apologize when in love". Send your views and comments to abdulwahabmaryam11@yahoo.com. Also, you can send your best love poem to the same mail address. I wish you a great Saturday! I wish you a great Saturday!
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SIXTERS (Episode 2) Ella Okoro "...So you differentiate this with respect to x and substitute it into the cost function which is equation 8..." Albert said as I stared at him. I wish I understood what he said. We were in a lecture room on campus and he took me tutorial on a course that I detested so much. "Please...please stop Albert". I held his arm as he stopped his lecture and gave me a quizzical look. "You can understand this Ella. It's not as difficult as you think". He said as I placed my hands on my head. "I can't understand this. It's too hard. Why do you keep substituting...how do I even know what equation to substitute in another equation". I gave a sad look as he placed my head on his chest. 'I'm not in your department and I wasn't in your class when you were taught this. I just went through it and here am I solving it. You can also do this darling". "No I can't". "You can," he took my head to face him, "I believe in you. I guess you're hungry. Let's find some snacks to eat". he held my hands as we walked out of the lecture room. We talked as we walked to the tuck shop to buy egg roll and soft drinks. Surprisingly, we saw Dean and his close friend; Annette. Okay, we all know Annette likes Dean but him? Gush! She is very pretty. She's more mannered than the so-called Natasha. Oops...he loves her! "Dean oyinbo. How are you?" I smiled at him as he and Albert hugged. 'Hey Annette. how's lectures?" "Hectic I must confess. But Thank God, it's our last year on campus". She smiled back. "So lovebirds are hungry. Less I forget, when last did you hear from Natasha?" "You know Natasha and I aren't like terms. Ask Maliha instead". I replied as Dean nodded. "Okay then, see you lovebirds around". They waved as they left. I admired Dean's suede jacket and jean as they walked together. To me, they looked perfect! Albert and I walked out of school but to prevent him from accompanying me home, I lied that I wanted to branch at Maliha's house. I arrived home to see my younger sister having her lesson in the compound. I greeted them and entered the house. I perceived the spicy aroma of jollof rice. I wasn't really hungry and so I served little rice and ate. I checked my mom but she was fast asleep. I entered my room to see my elder sister laying on my bed. She does this only when something's bothering her. "Lauren?" I patted her back as she turned to show her wet face. She had been crying. "Oh God. What the hell happened to you?" "It's Chibuike" She wailed. "What did he do this time?" I've never said him from the first day they started dating. Spoilt brat! "We broke up...I mean for good" 'What happened?" "We had a quarrel and he refused to apologize. He said I should be the one apologizing for what I didn't do. He hurled insulting words at me and even slapped me. I'm not going back Ella. I better remain single than being in a miserable relationship". "I'm sorry about that. You should learn to apologize to each other when not at fault". I said as I hugged her sympathetically. "Does Albert apologize to you every time?" "Yes...what?!" I released my hold of her. How did she know I am dating Albert. 'Even if you deceive dad and mum. You know you can't to me. I know you guys are dating, so stop pretending". "How did you know?" 'I'm your big sis remember? I've known long ago so don't be scared. Your secrets are safe with me. You see, I'm always jealous of you guys relationship even if dad and mum are not in support. You guys love yourself. That's what matters. Look at Dan and I, even after following their instructions and dating a close family friend who happen to be from a wealthy home, What did I get? A heart break!" She cried again. "I'm so sorry dear. For me, as painful as this seems, it's actually a blessing in disguise. You're worth more than this sweet sis. Take a shower, eat, watch a movie, do something fantastic please". "I'll do just that". She pecked me and leave the room. I removed my clothes and change to a towel for a quick shower and nap. * * * It's in the night and my family and I were watching TV in the living room. Albert called but I ignored it. "Why are you ending your call?" My mom looked at me with furrowed eye brows. "It's Albert. It is about the business and it is too late for that". I lied. "I hope you've not stop seeing him". My dad said watching TV. "Yes I have". "But he still disturbs you right?" "Of course he does. But I told him clearly that I'm not interested". "Good. I don't want you to end up like your sister. I'll find her another good man from among my friend's sons even if you're not interested in getting clicked". "Hmmm...yes dad. I've got to go inside now. I have a test this week". "Goodnight then". "Goodnight everyone.". I sighed a relief as I entered my room. and jumped on my bed. I called Albert immediately. "Sugar heart". he answered. "My love, how are you doing?" "I'm good. Why have you been ending my calls?" "I was busy with that stupid math...trying to get the right answer". I said as he chuckled.. "So did you get it right?" "No". He laughed hard. "Come on, it's not funny". "Oh it is. I bet you, that math is not that hard". he insisted. "Well, that's for you. As a broadcaster, I don't have to solve those magical math. It's that easy". "Then go for it". "Like you don't know my Parents will disown me". I let out a frown. "I'm sorry baby. I'm missing you". "Me too love". "Wish you were by my side". "Wait till I get married". I cackled. " I wish that is now. You don't know how I dream of owning you alone. Can I take you on a date over the weekend? At least that way, I'll get to meet your Parents. I've been longing to meeting them". "The date is a great idea but meeting my Parents is impossible. They won't be around". "Oh, again. Why am I so unfortunate in meeting them?" "Your bad. I love you Adorable". "I love you too". "What're you putting on tomorrow?" "I haven't figured that out. Wait in anticipation". I laughed. "Okay love. Kisses. Goodnight". "Sweet dreams. Dream of me". "Love you". "Love you too. Bye!" I hung up the call and threw my phone with a look of excitement and confusion... Sixters Comment Albert- Ella is my greatest happiness. I'd never forget the first day I saw her. I practically froze like iceblock (laughs). I love her. When we get married, She can pursue her dream of broadcasting. Maliha- Ella is a sweet person who'd protect whatever she loves. Even if it involves disobeying her Parents which I clearly disapprove of. I think she can sit and explain things to them. They'll understand how much she loves Albert and isn't willing to let go. I dream of finding someone who will love me like Albert loves Ella. Dean- Aww!!! This is romantic. Sometimes I wish Ella was Natasha. I would have been the happiest man on earth! Natasha- Their love doesn't freak me a bit. They'll later break up when Ella's Parents know of their relationship and it will be back to square one. Poor thing! Ayodeji- II wish I can express my feelings to my girl friend just the way Albert can. I love her. NB- Only Albert doesn't have knowledge that Ella's Parents are not in support of their relationship. Next week's edition will be Maliha Uthman's part. To enjoy more of this; Follow me on WATTPAD: mareeam802 Facebook page: Maryam's Nitty Wall maryamnittywall..com |
Hey great fans of Love and The People, This week's another edition of the sizzling and exciting. Last week's topic was on How Love Feels, but it's promised to be different this week. This week's topic will be on 'The Paradox of Love'. Send a personal mail to abdulwahabmaryamm11@yahoo.com to send your views and comments. Also send your best love poems of be part of the segment. Bye! |
LOVE AND THE PEOPLE “My heart made its choice, and it chose you.” ― Colleen Hoover. How Does Love Feel? Narrator: (Characters in this segment are Rose and John). Rose: I don't know. It just feel different now that I'm in love. John: (teases her) With who? Rose: (roll her eyes) With you of course. John: Better. So...tell me (he folds his arms), how does it feel like to be in love? Rose: (deep in thought) I can't explain it. It's...It's just beyond explanation. John: (sprays pop corn on her as he laughs hysterically) Whatever! Rose: Whoa! That's what I'm saying about love. Like falling in love with someone like you. (She said as she also sprayed him pop corn, laughing). John: And I love you... ...to be continued How does love feel? Whoa! I also can't answer that. This topic is really meant to be an interactive one where people will express their view on these because truthfully, two people might not have a similar answer to this. Unfortunately, we have no other view on this topic. I didn't publicize this week's topic which made people unable to send their views to my mailbox. I'm really sorry for this and I hope to see millions of messages for next week's topic. Okay, to me, love feeling is unimaginable. When you're in love, it's like you're a completely different person and you feel like the most special person on earth. You feel satisfied and confident in yourself because out of the billion people on earth, you're able to find one who is just all you want. You feel like spending the rest of your life with that person and you feel incomplete without the person. To me, that's what love feels like. There's a lovely poem by Megan A. Smith to spice up this week's edition It's titled 'I Love You'. I hope you enjoy it. I Love You I know you're there but my world is so bare. Nothing is standing in your way, I'm hoping you can make it one more day. Our relationship has grown so strong, where could we have went so wrong. You where there when I needed you, Now I'm here for you to need me too. My love for you will stay the same, never will I forget your name. By my side, you will always stay, I'll think of you day by day. Megan A. Smith (February, 2006). Join us next week. The next topic will centre on "The Paradox of love?". Please, send in your view on this topic to abdulwahabmaryamm11@yahoo.com to have your name published in the next segment. Also, if you want your love peoms to be posted on this segment, send your best of poems to the same mail box for viewers to appreciate you. It's not over yet. Follow this conversation by liking and commenting. Don't forget to follow me on wattpad (mareeam802) Join me on nairaland:mareeam802; and enjoy other sizzling segments only on maryamnittywall..com. Have a great day!
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Sixters Characterization Albert Christopher- Leader of the Sixters. Albert is a very ambitious youth in his mid twenties who believes that he is always right. He's not content with his family's condition and needs money to achieve his dreams such as having his masters education in Germany. A final year(400 level) student of Accounting in University of Lagos, Nigeria. He is in a love relationship with Ella Okoro. Ella Okoro- A beautiful, lovely and affluent woman in her early twenties. She hails from a very wealthy home. Her father's the manager of an accounting firm and her mother runs a boutique. She is averagely intelligent but her parent wants her to top the department of Economics. She wants to become a broadcaster but her parents disapprove of it. She's very creative and draw lovely designs for the Sixters production. A final year student economics in University of Lagos. She's in a love relationship with Albert Christopher but her parents doesn't approve of it because of his family background. Natasha Kunle- Pretty, sexy, trendy, sassy and pompous. She sustained a scholarship to study Fashion designing in UK. She's from a comfortable family but claims the lifestyle of a wealthy background. She loves Dean Okei but would never admit. Schools and lives in London, UK. Maliha Uthman- Beautiful, lovely, fashionable, intelligent and religious lady from a comfortable and honourable Muslim family. A nineteen year old first-class student of English and literature from University of Lagos. She's also in her final year. She's a creative writer, designer and also a blogger. Also designs for the Sixters Production. Strongly believes in love and deeply searching for it. Faces challenges of pressure from her parents who wants her to be engaged. Ayodeji Bruce- An handsome and witty bookworm in his early twenties. He's brilliant and a nerd. He spends all his time on books. He's from a wealthy background of parents who are always busy and rarely have time for him. Faces low self esteem and does not know how to express his feelings to his girlfriend. This makes him quiet most of the time. A final year student of Medicine and Surgery from University of Lagos. Dean Okei- A half cast in nature. This is because he has a blood of British and Nigerian. He's very tall, fair, handsome and charming. Born to a British mother who left him since he was young and a Nigerian father who happen to be a drunkard. The bad lifestyle of his father strongly affects him emotionally. Deeply in love with Natasha Kunle. Sixters is a story of six lovely friends. They're also partners in the Sixters Fascinating Branding and Designs Company where the designs of complimentary cards, jotters, exercise books and customized shirts are being made. Read as the sixters share their life story in terms of friendship, love, relationship, family, dreams and so on. Chapter One Albert Christopher "This month's sale has been a huge success and this means more profit to our business because people are beginning to get aware of The Sixters Fascinating designs. Thanks to the awesome designers amongst us; Maliha's blog and the helpful fashion ideas from Natasha. Suprisingly, our profit margin has been increased to more than 30% this February". I said as everyone cheered. We were at the Sixters board room where we do hold our meetings. Everyone was present except Natasha who happened to also be present through the laptop courtesy to Skype. "I guess it is an achievement worth celebrating along with a fruity wine". I said as I reached over for some glasses of cups and popped the wine. "So only me do not get to taste the wine". Natasha said through the laptop as she kept examining her red-painted nails. "I can keep yours till you get back to Nigeria". Dean said. "Oh... whatever". She replied. "Natasha, I called you several times this morning but you didn't pick". "Last time I checked Dean, we're in a business meeting and so please don't bring personal matters into it. Talk to you guys later. Bye Albert! Bye Maliha". "Bye Natasha" Maliha replied as Ella scoffed at her. "Bye". I hang up, closed the laptop and patted Dean's shoulder. I poured the wine into the cup and held Ella's share. She was chatting with Maliha and I stared at her. She looked very beautiful in a pink gown and brown-leathered hat. I did not fail to notice the pink lipstick on her thick shapy lips and the eyeliner. She drew carefully on her lovely eyes just the way I love it. I couldn't keep my eyes off her as she smiled, talking to Maliha. Maliha signalled her of my stare and she walked over to me. "For how long have you been staring at me?" She asked grinning widely. "For as long as I noticed your captivating presence" I smiled giving her the cup of wine. "Why didn't you call me this morning?" "I'm sorry love. I didn't have credit. But I messaged you on whatsapp". "Like that is like hearing your voice". She rolled her eyes. "Don't tell me you're angry". "Of course not. Have you checked the scholarship list?" "Is it out?" I ask shocked. I wrote the scholarship exam and I've been yearning for being among those chosen. "Yes love. I think you should". "What can I do without you. You look beautiful sweet. I'm sorry for just commenting". "Oh thanks". She blushed "Oh yeah stop blushing. You've heard that a million times... " Maliha chuckled as she interrupted us. "... okay lovebirds, you have to depart 'cos Ella and I have somewhere to go". She said dragging her. "Okay then, talk to you later. Love you!" "Love you too" she replied. "Let's get going Dean". "How about Ayodeji?" Maliha asked as we all turn to look at him who is busy with his phone. We almost forgot he existed there. "Ayodeji?!" "Yes... Oh!" He answered absent-minded."Sorry guys. I've been skimming through a text book. I've got test tomorrow". He replied "So ain't you coming along with us?" "My driver's coming. I'll just remain here" He gave a weak smile as we all turned and headed our way. Maliha placed her hands over Ella's shoulder as they walked in front while Dean and I followed at the back. "I don't know Albert, the way Natasha behaves towards me. It's like I don't exist despite knowing that I love her. It's like everyone hates me. My mom never took care of me, my drunkard dad doesn't care about me and the only person I love with all my life doesn't want me in her life". Dean said almost in tears. This is one big thing I hated about hanging around Dean. He keeps on lamenting about his life. Come on, he's cute and handsome. I know the way ladies stare at him when we walk. Why Natasha? Oh well, he loves her. "You don't have to keep lamenting. You can't force people into your life. Be yourself. Optimize your potentials. They're a lot of good things awaiting you". I lectured Dean for the millionth time. I knew I'll do the same tomorrow. "Okay, but I can't give up on Natasha. I'll keep struggling even with the last drop of my blood". "And you remain single for life?" "Come on. It's easy for you because you've got your girl. You've got Ella you love a lot and she loves you back. I have the believe that Natasha will confess her love for me". "Maybe in your dreams guy. I've got to leave. See you later". We shook hands and I entered the nearest taxi home. I wasn't good at listening to people's rant...mostly on relationship issues. Ayodeji was better with Dean. He was a good listener. Maybe that's the reason Dean prefer to hang out with him. * * * Staring at the rickety unpainted house in front of me made my stomach wobble. I didn't even know what'd be for lunch. At the veranda, I saw my two little brothers struggle over a plate of eba and okazi soup. Hmm! The soup looks appetizing. At least we get something nice for lunch today. I entered the living room to see my Mother serving. "Eh! Today na your lucky day Albert. Chibuzor don talk say e go chop your share" My Mother said as she served My father. "Good Afternoon Ma. Good Afternoon Sir. Chibuzor no try am o. Wetin you wan mey I chop". "Welcome jare. But no meat o" . "Eba sha dey. Thank you Mama". I replied as I entered the kitchen and reached for my food. After eating, I entered my room to search for the list of names. My hands shook nervously as I went through the list praying silently. I went over the list for several times but still couldn't see my name. I began to sweat and didn't even know when I started to cry. I heard a knock on the door and My father came in. "Did they award you the scholar... Why are you crying like a child?" he asked confused. I couldn't stand the tears. I thought the scholarship was a way of achieving my dream of schooling abroad. "I lost the scholarship Papa". "I told you what pays you in life. See your elder brother Nnamdi. He understands that it is burdensome and expensive to sponsor him in school and he went for handwork. Now he is making money and even helping us financially. After we have finished wasting our money for you on school, you now insist on going abroad again for Masters. Where is the money? You're on your own o!" he said and stormed out. I laid on my bed and cried. I felt bitter and then I thought of Ella; the love of my life. She was the only one that could make me feel better. I remembered I didn't have airtime and so I borrowed from my network provider. I dialled her number and she picked immediately. "Hello love". "My love, are you crying?" She asked nervously. "I lost the scholarship love. I feel like a failure". "No you're not Sweetheart. I'll be there in less than thirty minutes. Please stop crying. I hate it when you do so. I love you". "I love you too". I sobbed on the phone. "I'm on my way now". She said and hung the call. I laid on my bed with tear soaked face awaiting Ella... The Sixters Comment Ella- My lovely Albert. I feel so sad by what is happening to him. He's the best thing that have ever happened to me. I wish life would turn around for him. (cries). Maliha- Albert is a very smart and innovative guy. He's even the initiator of The Sixters Fascinating Designs. I know the future holds great things for him. He only got to be patient. Dean- All I can say is that Albert lack contentment. I mean he's got lovely family even though they're not well-to-do. The main thing is that they love him and will stand by him at all times. And more so, he's got Ella who love him and will always stand by him no matter what. So what please? He's in his final year for God's sake and having one's Masters abroad does not guarantee success in life. Please cut that thrash. Tears? Oh My Gosh! Please grow up Albert. Natasha- I don't pity Albert. It's Ella who got herself hooked with such a wretched guy. Mtschew! Ayodeji- What can I say? I've got test tomorrow please! Next edition will be that of Ella Okoro. To enjoy more of these; Like my fb page: Maryam's Nitty Wall. Follow me on WATTPAD: mareeam802 maryamnittywall..com |
LOVE AND THE PEOPLE “To fall in love with someone's thoughts - the most intimate, splendid romance.” ― Sanober Khan Is Love Materialistic? (Characters in this segment are Rose and John) Narrator: John knocks at Rose's house. She opens the door to see him carrying a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a red parcel in another). Rose: What are you doing here? (She asks as he let him in). John: I brought these for you. (he stretches his hands to give her what he is holding but she declines). Rose: Thanks...but I'm not interested in any of these. (She folds her arms and walk away from him). John: (sighs as he drops the load on the table and follows her) I took my time to get you these and all you can say is you're not interested? Rose: John. You can buy me with all these. I don't need all these goodies. I need your love and affection. John: I'm a busy man and I try my best to satisfy you. I have anything you need, be it money or asset. I can take to any place you want to be. That should be enough for you. Rose: Love is not materialistic. I'm not interested in your assets. All I want is your love. John: (looking frustrated) You want so much from me. I can't satisfy all you want. Rose: Then how'd I get married to someone who can't satisfy what I want. please go John, I need some rest. John: (frowns as he rakes his hair) Alright. We'll talk later then. (he set to leave but Rose throws the flower and parcel to him). And along with these too. John: What?! (he ask in shock but she had slammed the door on him). ...to be continued Some people see love as being materialistic. When they fall in love with someone, it's probably because of their good looks, physique, money, educational qualification, accent... and so on. This is why when someone people get married and things about one of the couple start to change; like the woman increases in size or the man becomes poorer, you see that the love has reduced. A true love is meant to be everlasting and eternal. It is meant to remain in the heart of the person no matter what happens. Love is true. Love is real. Love is eternal. Love is everlasting. Love surpasses material qualities. Love is from the heart. I read a post on a lovely group on face book. It says: "Love at first sight or love at last sight". Love at last sight means the love that will remain real till old age. Till death do each other apart...and that is the kind of love that is true and real. I've coupled some views about this topic by people. However, three comments will be posted here. James Notch: For me, love is not materialistic. Love comes deep from the heart and not from what people admire. Joanne Pearl: Love is from inside and not outside. Love is not materialistic. Susanne: In my own view, it is kind of. Like who would fall in love with an ugly or poor man? I mean, love can be from the heart but it also deals with physical qualities. To back today's topic up, here's a lovely poem by Sandra Oguike. It is titled: My Love. My Love Every moment I inhale, I breathe you. You are like the air That fills up my lung With life, And no matter how much I strive To build the smallest of walls Around...to resist the urge, To fight this delicious sensation I feel in your presence, You remain a distraction, A sweet temptation Magically smoldering. And every minute you stare I am caught in a snare. Helpless, I sigh. Your eyes are a spark, They light up a fire Burning red hot in my heart. My love When it rains, it pours But you, you quell the storms. You are my Mars My seventh heaven. When you blurt out words And I hear your voice, I am disarmed, My limbs get wobbly, I am held spellbound in the hypnosis of you. I love you, no doubt But those words are partial For they do not in the least Spell out the very least, Bits nor pieces Of this whirlpool, This maelstrom, This amount of emotions, The deepest of affections That I feel for you. My love, In the deepest part Of the chambers of my heart, There you lie, Dwelling, swirling in pleasure For there in my heart You have found your home And in yours, mine. And when our hands touch, And our fingers entwine, Your face, lips no further from mine, Chills run all over my spine. Oh my love, Give me more and more of you For I can hardly get enough of you You are to me, The wings in the birds, The wand to the wizard, The oasis to the desert, The waters to the river... My breath, my world My heart, my love. -Sandra Oguike. Join us next week. We're sorry for the delay, but it's promised to be back this week again with another lovely topic. The next topic will centre on "How does love feel?". Please, send in your view on this topic to abdulwahabmaryamm11@yahoo.com to have your name published in the next segment. It's not over yet. Follow this conversation by liking and commenting. Like my fb page: Maryam's Nitty Wall Don't forget to follow me on wattpad (mareeam802) Join me on nairaland:mareeam802; and enjoy other sizzling segments only on maryamnittywall..com. Have a great day!
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