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This is so unfair, how can they push you to page 2?:/ Oya, go back 2 page 1. U must not die ooo, u must not die, u're a product of my effort and head or tail, u must grace front page

First of all, it should be noted that I am the first "endorser" on this thread and I endorse Foxy Rebirth's the fart story, who mess?

mimifonwon: paypal seemed the easiest way that is protected, i send money through there all the time, and plus western union can be another option, who ever enters and wins will decide how they want the money to be sent to them, plus the money shouldn't be the important thing, rather community service and thought provoking write-up should be.

agreed

Foxy Baba I hail ooo, this your title even inspired the title of one of my write-ups. Well done

Larry-Sun:
I did click on that more times than you can imagine, I wanted to be the first to comment , but the blog hated me or so...maybe because I'm using Mobile.

when u get to the blog, click on "view web version" u'll see it by scrolling down d home page, then click on what you want to read and then click on comment to comment. I hope this helps

jagabanban: "Thank God say no be me kill am", the mobile policeman who had earlier aimed his rifle at the motorcyclist shouted in enthusiasm as he alongside his "cohorts" grabbed the tipper driver and began accusing him of murder


The above statement typifies the thinking of the average policeman. While the story may be fictional, it clearly lends some credence to the widely condemned albeit rampant cases of police brutality.

Good writing!

thanks, that's how most policemen behave. If u see how they used to chase commercial motorcyclists up and down in lag b4 Fashola sent those motorcyclists away from major highways u go fear, now it has even gotten worse. They arrest and extort motorcyclists whether or not they're plying the approved routes.

mimifonwon: Hi everyone i have decided to post a competition four times a year on here, starting this year, especially In lieu of m.i Abaga's poetic dedication to the ALuu4. I want you to write about how we can change our beloved nigeria, whether through a prose or simply a poem. I want you guys to be realistic and start with or somewhere within your writing include " Because of my unconditional love for my father land...." or " I am nigerian not because i was born here.." The write up must not be more than 500 word count and feel free to experiment with your favorite lingua franca, just make sure everyone can understand it. If you must mix english-which i encourage with your native tongue, create a key at the bottom to help those who cannot understand your native tongue. I really want to know the thoughts of the youths that nigeria is raising and perchance we can find a solution to our problems. To enter you must be no older than 30. You must help in your community some how, pro-bono and have a community leader sign you did 10 hours of community service. Please am trusting you are not going to cheat. You can use video to your pen to express yourselve as long as its not more than 500 words. There is no fee to enter, just sit down and Be creative, after all you are Nigerian!!


Deadline: March 28
Type of submission: online or offline ( email me your pieces if you dont feel comfortable posting it on here)
Length of submission: no more than 500 words..
Requirement: you must be a registered user of nairaland, please use your name on nairaland to sign your work.
Prizes: $500 ( through paypal account )

paypal does not accept Nigerians.

He ran as fast as his legs could carry him, glancing back periodically to see the bunch of AK47 welding mobile policemen gaining on him. The yellow helmet which he wore alongside his thick sweater and black pair of handgloves gave him off as a commercial motorcyclist


A young female fruit hawker of about sixteen let out a loud howl as one of the policemen pushed her over, causing her to fall along with her wares on the expressway. She fell hitting the hard coal tar road with her buttocks as the unconcerned policemen ran past. The apples, oranges and mangoes which she hawked rolled onto the express and got squashed by over-speeding drivers- Who cares?


The motorcyclist glanced back again and ducked in time to avoid being hit by a rock 'missile' hauled at him by one of the cops
"Stop or I shoot, stop or I shoot", one of the mobile police-officers shouted in a local accent as he ran , aiming his Kalashnikov rifle at the motorcyclist


Passers-by, traders and residents looked towards the direction the 'order' had come from and all hell was let loose at the sight of a policeman aiming a rifle at 'God knows who'. Commotion set in as people ran helter-skelter, mothers shouted in fear as they dragged their children into their houses from the balconies, traders ran into their shops and quickly banged the doors behind them. Bus drivers and 'conductors' at a nearby park hurriedly lied under their buses and began praying feverently while the roadside hawkers abandoned their wares with some fleeing into nearby shrubs while others decided the gutter was a safer haven. Some women and children could be seen running into the horrible smelling and unkempt public toilets which they previously dared due to the stench, maggots, flies and rodents which overran it


"Where're all these people coming from?", a big fat ugly-looking rat seemed to ask as it dashed through the 'crowd' of feet which stamped the ground profusely in the commotion and made its way into its hole in a corner. Apparently, it wasn't used to getting much visitors


A football match had been abandoned and playing field had suddenly become empty. The only tell-tale signs that a football match had been in progress earlier on were the clothes, bags, socks and boots which laid on the field- all abandoned. The football itself, which possession had been fought for by twenty-two agile men some few seconds ago simply laid by a goalpost with no player or spectator in view.
Within seconds, the entire vicinity had been abandoned, all in the bid to avoid a possible 'stray' bullet from the muzzle of the rifle of a trigger happy policeman


Luckily, the policeman didn't pull the trigger and the motorcyclist's life would have been saved but unfortunately for the motorcyclist, fate would always have its way; "To whom death is decreed, death is decreed"- Period. He blindedly dashed across the expressway all in a bid to avoid a possible barrage of hot lead from the rusty Avtomat Kalashnikova rifle which had probably been manufactured when his great grand-father's mother was still soiling nappies


An articulated lorry, fully loaded with cement, with the driver unaware of the happenings hit the motorcyclist sending him more than twelve feet into the air before running over his possibly lifeless body as it touched the ground


"Thank God say no be me kill am", the mobile policeman who had earlier aimed his rifle at the motorcyclist shouted in enthusiasm as he alongside his "cohorts" grabbed the tipper driver and began accusing him of murder


An old woman immediately passed out atthe gory sight as traders, passers-by and residents peered at the road from their hideouts to see the lifeless, decimated body of the motorcyclist on the expressway. The articulated lorry remained on the road with its engine still running as the mobile policemen dragged away the driver who had began pleading for leniency
Some women suddenly began wailing in a distance while others simply hissed. The men shook their heads in pity as children began cursing the policemen loudly. The scenario brought to the fore once again, the ever-rising tales of police brutality.