pabon:

I do... Can you add this snippet ; There is magic in the wind

I'm sorry but i can no longer go back to this. Unto the next one. really sorry

johnwizey:
I'll like one for my fwend, the title is Allen Avenue by bibijay (nt real name o) its a story about call girls.

Ok, Let me see what i can do?

pabon:


Author's name? Funny enough I haven't quite thought about that. I'd like Pabon Smiles.

Short snippet.... Ehmm...

I can't think of one now...

I hope you like it

pabon:
Wow

Okay... I'd love to have a nice cover for my book "Call of the wind". It's genre is magic. It depicts the adventure of a young boy who has magic inborn and is destined to bring salvation to his people

great, i'll need the Authors name and a short snippet(not compulsory) you want added to the cover

here

Book covers is a great way to raise the interest of potential readers.

Drop a comment here stating clearly that you would like a book cover.

If you ask politely i'll make one for you.

Samwell247:
i've read your stories and you doing great. i love that diary of a condom, we were colonized again etc.
more ink to your pen.
waiting for more updates dear

So you are one of those that reads and don't comment abi? Ride on
Thanks for the comment, much appreciated.

2

My flight was great. When i got to Abuja a Car was already wating for me. Two men dressed in Black suits introduced themselves as my escort and were sent by Linda. This is actually looking far beautiful than expected, I thought. I sat in the car like the queen i am and opened the bottle of red wine beside me. I must have been really tired as i soon dozed off.

When i woke up i found myself in a room completely naked. The last thing i remember was dozing off at the back of a nice car with a man smiling at me. I was disoriented, weak and i felt very hungry. The room was completely dirty and smelled of shit. There was no window, the air felt stuffy and they were tiny pools of dirty water. I stood up from the bed and walked towards the door, turned the knob but it was locked.

My heart began to race, my knees felt week, and i started to panic. In fear i reached for my belongings and searched for my phone. I quickly dialled Lucy's number, NOTHING, i dialled again, NOTHING! It was then i noticed the network bar was empty. I looked at the date, 18th of April, i couldn't believe my eyes. Does that mean i've been sleeping and out for 48hrs, this explains why i was hungry. I started to scream for help.

Suddenly the door opened, a woman in a red flowing gown walked towards me. Her hair was perfectly plaited and on her neck was a diamond laced pendant with the words 'Love' She spoke;

''I am not sure there is anyone here to help you''

Despite the chillness in her voice and the fear that was currently gathering like acid in my mouth, i felt grateful i could finally speak to someone. I quickly grabbed a blanket and covered my naked body and silently promised myself not to cry or show any sign of fear.

''Where am i?'' I demanded'

''Well for one, you are far from home and secondly you are here to do the job i paid you for''

''Are you Linda?''
''I am no longer interested in doing any job, i want to go back home'' I said, trying desperately to sound like i have everything under control.

She acted like she was shocked. Walking the remaining distance between us until we stood toe to toe, then she started to laugh. The laugh sent chills down my spin, by this time i was sure i was doomed.

''Yes, i am Linda and going home depends on how well you do your job'' She said, her face toally blank and her smile gone. ''Now dress up and one of the gaurds would lead you upstairs'' She spun around and started to leave.

I quickly grabbed one of her wrist and tried to turn her round. She gave me a resounding slap that sent me straight to the floor. Her hand felt too thick for a woman and i couldn't help but notice how strong she was.

''Don't you ever touch me'' she screamed and spat on me. Then she started to laugh again, the initial anger and frown instantly disappearing.
''Shamson! Shamson!, Get her to dress up, if she refuses, you know what to do.''

A man built like a modern day goliath ran in ''Yes ma'' He said.

I felt my throat tighten and my tongue dry, i started to cry. She walked towards me and patted my back

''Don't cry dear, just do what you are told and everything would be fine,dress up and don't forget to come with your toys''

I opened my mouth as if to speak but nothing came out.

When she left and i saw the look on the guard's face, i did not need to be told twice before i started dressing. I rummaged through my belongings looking for a cloth that would cover the intimates part of my body, unfortunately i only came along with revealing outfits thinking that this would be a normal job as usuall. Finally, i settled for a red spaghetti top,a very short mini skirt, and a white pop-socks. I looked at myself and for the first time since i started this job, i felt like trash.

Once i was done, i was blindfolded with a piece of black clothing by the goliath looking guard and led through what must have been a staircase.

''If you know what is good for you, you'll do whatever she asks you to do'' He warned.

I couldn't help but feel like a lamb to the slaughter. The picture of beheaded ISIS captives started to play in my mind like a strange horror movie. I thought of my friends. not like i have many. I thought of my mum and tried to remember the last time i spoke with her. I couldn't. My head banged like a million PDP supporters and i couldn't help but wonder if i would be missed. Definitely not!

The guard pushed me forward, momentarily waking me from my thoughts and back to reality. A reality that now seem worse than my nightmares. Would i be able to survive this? I thought to myself amidst tears

aprilwise:
third story on the line.anticipating for more.

Thank you

A call girl travells to Abuja for a really exciting job. She's paid well, treated well but everything is about to go haywire, the client she thinks she knows is not who she claims to be, her life is in danger, how long before she dies?

I am one of the regular big girls you see driving on the streets of Lagos and my name is Sandra. I am a social worker, the kind of people everyone call runs girl. But i am not just a regular social worker. I have over 10 000 instagram and twitter followers, that's where i get most of my clients, many of them are male but sometimes i get female clients too.

My repertoire is not just sex. I do anything my client wants as long as it does not involve me dieing or vomiting as i have come to learn that in this line of business some clients can be really disgusting. My blow jobs are great, i do erotic asphyxiation, choking, bondage, threesomes, dress-up, self pleasure, etc. Like i said i can do anything, just name your fetish and i'm game.

This is one of the reason why i am so expensive and only get calls from high class men in the society, men that would lose their jobs and drive the whole country crazy if i start mentioning names. I would not pretend to use my money to take care of any family member, i do not have a sick mum or a sibling that needs to go to school. Every money i get from this job is used in taking good care of myself, paying for regular clinical check ups and buying highly expensive things.

The reason i got into this line of work is a story for another day. However this is why i am planing to stop.

On the 4th of April, i got a call from a woman, she said her name was Linda, she called saying she's heard of how good i am and can be and that she would like us to meet. Hanging out with women is not new to me and while sleeping with them is not really something i look forward to, i still do it for the money.

Usually before i meet a client i chat up with them to know what they really like and want, but most importantly to see if there is any turn off, something that would show if the client is a potential danger and if i can be safe. Call girls have so many rules like, don't ask me of my personal details, no video recording, no weapons allowed(i'm okay with whips), we meet only in a hotel of my choice(i only do 5 star hotels), don't open/touch our drinks, this is so because believe it or not, this line of work is far from safe.

After discussing with the client over the phone, i jot down his/her number, the hotel address we are to meet, the name of the client, the time for the date, how many days i am to spend and send them over to Lucy. Lucy is a social worker too and doubles as my manager, her job is to call me every 3 hours after i leave to ensure i am safe. If she does not hear from me after 3 hours, she is to call the police.(we have policemen we walk with and pay)

When Linda called me there was nothing off about her. She sounded sweet though a little nervous which is understandable. We talked for a while and i discovered she has a high sense of humor. I asked her what she liked and wanted and what her fetish is,

'i'm not the one who needs it, its for my husband" she replied

I mumbled on my words as i tried desperately to get over my momentary shock.

'Oh Dear, there is nothing to worry about, he is perfectly okay with it and i want it for him'

I still coudn't find my voice. I have heard of women getting call gals for their husbands but not in this part of the world. This would definetly be my first. My anticipation began to rise and my heartbeat started racing fast. This would be great i thought to myself. I can finally have something to brag about with my fellow call girls.

So many questions began to race through my mind, is the woman suffering from a kind of disease? Is she scared of her husband going outside and felt he should only do it with someone she endorsed. I knew i was going to get crazy with excitment if i kept asking these questions.

Anyway we agreed on my terms and fixed a date. This job required that i fly to Abuja since that is where they reside. I packed all the things i would need, my toys including my dildos, whips, plugs, etc. I was super excited. I called Lucy, gave her all the necessary information and when the time came i said my goodbyes.

thank you. Not really the end but further updates would be on penpee.com

drippingink3:
Two Words: FRESH WATER...

how do you mean

bablononi:
As the PRO of ARBNC( Association of Readers But Never Comment). All i can say is nice one. You have our attention

Thanks for the attention

Scrambled Message

We've come under heavy attack. Our station at Lagos have just being levelled to the ground by something we have not seen before. Most of our loyal men are dead and many more fighting for their lives.

Please if you are out there reading this. save the future of Nigeria. This green men would come and when they do, reject them.

I am currently writing this log on the run and i'm afraid this might be my last. I fear for my life, save us!!!



log 206
Head of operation Nero
Alpha 6 code Zero
30/04/2589


Soon our government gave these green men everything they needed. We even gave them seats in our parliaments, they became our judges, making our laws and implementing them. We were so blinded that we didnt see them for who they were. Its was just like that time when our forefathers sold out slaves in exchange for mirrors and tissue papers. This time, we sold out our soul, our future, our essence.

But one man was different. Mr Nero with his organisation started to investigate these men. First we discovered that these men are a joint exploitation project by the American and Chinese government. Unknown to the world, the key to time travelling have been discovered in Nigeria and that is what they wanted. Efforts to warn the Nigerian government proved abortive.

These green men have taken over our country, there children are directing our state of affairs and we now live like slaves in our own country. The technology is there, everything we need are available but our country is no longer ours. Our backs are bent like withered trunks, our feet soiled in the spits of regret we spat on the floor and for the second time in the history of our beloved nation, we seek to be free.

However, we at OPERATION NERO decided not to give up on our own country, We used their technology to build ours, we located the last missing piece in the time travel machine and with the help of Professor Adelabu, Dr Nnamdi and Engr. we were able to build a self sufficient time machine. I am part of the team responisble for recruiting the men who would travel back in time to save Nigeria. But these green men are on our trail seeking us out and destroying our family.

We sent our first ever time travel mission,, his code name was

M.K.O Abiola

His mission was simple:
Become a leader and save the country

He was due to report back but we are yet to hear from him.

We sent another mission.., code named

Musa Yar'dua

I think he failed again as we did not hear from him.


We sent the third, he was

GEJ

But he was a dullard and got corrupted.



We have depleted our resources, the time travel machine have been seized by these green men and we are being hunted down. We are all that is left. The future NIgeria is dying, our people are being enslaved.

I sent this log as last resort, if you are reading this, if you are out there, it means that our missions have failed and the future of Nigeria is at stake.

ONLY YOU CAN SAVE US NOW!!!
PLEASE DO.

log 205
Head of operation Nero
Alpha 6 Code Zero
Nigeria
26/04/2589.


If you are reading this then it means the mission failed. This is all you need to know



The protests didn't last long, we stopped asking questions. The green men had charmed us. They requested to be given top positions in various sectors of the economy in exchange for increased development. We gave them. Under one month and for the first time in Nigeria, we had 24 hour power supply for a good one week. Export grew to an unprecedented rate. Our foreign reserves increased. the economy became diversified.

Women sang praises of these green men, ladies begged to take selfies with them, men had jobs, everyone was in euphoria.It was a dream come through, finally our hopes had paid of. The various militant groups became less active, even NCA(Name checkers Association) became an association for the promotion of ethnic peace and religious emancipation.

We became the envy of neighbouring nations, Ghana requested for these green men, Angola sent delegates, South-Africans finally admitted that Nigeria is truly the giant of Africa. However despite all these, the green men wanted nothing to do with any other parts of the world, they said they came for only Nigeria. This was a red flag, why stay in only Nigeria when you can offer your wonderful technology to the rest part of the world?

No one thought like this in those days, we were blinded by the massive amount of development we had in such a short span. Everyone stopped asking the most important question 'why come to Nigeria?' 'why only Nigeria?' At the state we were before the arrival of these green men, we would have accepted any help from the devil himself. These men were not demons, but what was their agenda? No one asked. Our hope had finally paid off but it was that hope that killed us.

It was around this period that our grand commander, General Nero(RIP) rose from the euphoria and began to search for answers. He wasn't blinded, he knew something would go wrong. Who are this people? Where did they come from? What was their agenda? why were they here? Why only Nigeria? When would they leave? 6 questions that demanded answers. General Nero then started a group with some concerned Nigerians, They called themselves ALPHA 6. Their mission was simple, "To find the answers to these six questions" Little did they know that their lives and that of their family was at stake but worst of all, Nigeria was about to fall into the deep pit of another colonial era, an era our forefathers had saved us from since 1960.

Sleekyshuga:
MrsExplorer, well done.

A beautiful and thought provoking piece. I love the lessons gained from it.

If only you can update more .

I am currently in a potential deal with penpee ltd. owners of www.penpee.com for the rights of this story. all updates would be on the site.

i think you are looking at this all wrong. Your problem is trying to get your article to reach up to ten pages instead of just going with the flow.

Now something you can do is use a country or countries as a case study and relate them to Nigeria.

for example you can pick iraq or iran, write about there history and how they slowly metamorphosized into a terrorist nation then link it to everything Nigeria is going through now. (if you go from this angle, 10 pages would be too short sef)

As this is an opinionated assignment. You can then draw you conclusions with facts and points raised in your article.

thank you

TamedWolf90:
You are one he'll of a woman.. ..

I love the way you wrote and projected it..

#ForeverWeAreFriends..

Keep it up.

ForeverWeAreFriends

Oche211:
I'm not a hero. However, i have a gene (more of a mutant) that's resistance to the epidemic. All that is needed is to get my gene, nd develop a serum abi na vaccine.
Moreover, the vaccine shld triger a reaction in the reproductive genes of the babies nd allow them give birth again. That should nw get us back to 2016 whn people still reproduce.
Warning: i must nt die in d story oo cos i'm nt a hero who has to die. However, make i survive, go to live in a beautiful island with my sweetheart nd live happily forever with her.
I go need a sweetheart 4 dat part, who's in for dat here?

Wow i love your take on this, i think i would incoperate some of your ideas in the story but i am looking at the protagonist being a really normal person with no kind of expertise/superpower whatsoever. though your angle sure puts an interesting twist to it.

However, about living happily ever after on a beautiful island...,hmmm. lets just say 'my options are still open'

Thanks for your input.


let the input keep coming. You should probably also check my news story...., "we were colonized, Again"

kikayboss:
have read billions man...just did "diary of a condom" by
MrsExplorer *she is bae*

Thank you, writing a new one now you should probably check it out

Log 204,
Head of Operation Nero
Alpha 6 code Zero
Nigeria
25/04/2589.


If you are reading this, Then it means the mission failed. This is ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW.




We were at a point when everything was in chaos. Our lives revolved round death, oil bunkering, pipe vandalization and massive government corruption. Our fathers refused to fight, our mothers protected their children and the damage continued. Revolution was secretly discussed and then there was a rumor of a military coup many wish really happened, but nobody was bold enough. The damage flowed, our only hope was HOPE, a hope that somehow the future would be better. A hope we never got.

Artistes drew oil paints of these corrupt leaders, musicians sang songs to praise them, religious bodies gave them awards and allowed them to kneel infront of their gods and make sacrifices with our stolen money. Our children wanted to be like them. The country began to divide. Strange movements and associations started to rise in the middle of these chaos, some of which included MASSOB, THE AVENGERS and prominent among them was the NCA(Name Checkers Association) An asscociation known for its violent ethnic wars.

The media houses didn't help, they were part of the conspiration. Hiding cases of money laundering, misinforming us on issues of budget padding and discouraging our people from a revolution, howbeit a peaceful one. The bourgeoisies sent their wards abroad, our teens became experts in cyber crime and drug trafficking. Its either you are getting rich or you are dieing. No one cared. The damage seem beyond repair. We became lost in the hope of well designed manifestoes and promises, only to be decieved over and over again. Our hope was our strongest strength, but our hope was what killed us.


It was around this time they arrived at our shores. 12 of them. They called themselves the Green men, for they were green. No one knew where they came from, not even the Americans nor the Russians nor even the Chinese or so we thought. These were new beings, never heard of, never seen before, no talk of them in history but they came to us, 12 men with strange technologies and strange phones and strange cars and viagra and virginty pills. Among all the places they could have gone to on earth, they came to us, WHY?

As expected our politicians loved these green men. They welcomed them and we know now it was for their selfish interests. The citizens were first sceptical, economic activities came to a halt, sellers refused to sell, buyers refused to buy(not like there was anything to buy though) and the streets and areas around the national assembly were filled with people and youths holding placards, screaming, singing and shouting, something we are always so good at. Only one statement rang in this songs, WHO ARE THESE GREEN MEN. We needed to know, we had to know. The question was simple but it was not an easy answer. In all these, we had hope.

First i want to thank you all who read my first ever story on Nairaland. Your support was sweet. Incase you missed it, you can follow this link https://www.nairaland.com/3238949/diary-condom

This is what my next story is about.

It is year 2864 on earth. Due to a kind of disease ladies are no
longer able to give birth(carry pregnancy for 9months). The world's population is down
to 550 967 people. There is a very large incubator facility were babies are bred from
sperms and ovaries collected centuries ago(this is the only way to revive the dwindling population).
Due to an error all of these babies are about to die. You work in this facility and you are the only person that can save them,
but you are not a doctor, you are just a driver


Now, i really would like you guys input.

Tell me what you think or would like to see. What you expect or a request. Anything.

bibijay123:
Cartel by Nitefury
Alone by Pamelb
The first night by repogirl
Tales of a teacher by onihaxy
The vacation by nitefury
Diary of a condom by Mrsexplorer
My aunt and i by johnwizey

thank you for the mention

PeachyP:
Wow, this looks too shocking to be non-fiction. So it may not have been a car accident it could be suicide. I feel sorry for him in a way. But still the things he did were awful.
It's good you turned it over to police. And I can't believe all this was happening without your knowledge .
Thanks for sharing. You could have just prevented it from happening to someone.

the essence of a story is to make it look real. lol, i realize there are so many details i didnt build on. Anyway, thanks for reading and droping a comment. much appreciated.

The last entry i would be posting. (thank you all for your support and kind words)

I really wish i can post all the entries in the diary but on second thought i believe it may cause more harm than good. These few entries are enough to tell us all that you can not fully and truly know someone, we all just need to be careful.

If you want a copy of the Diary, i'm sorry but it was handed over to the police for full investigation. Through investigation the police were able to discover that David's sister was his accomplice in his various perverted sexual adventures and that their parents were maybe aware of what was going on but decided to turn a blind eye. Which would explain why she wanted the diary so badly.

She's been called for questioning and all i want to do now is to try and locate all the ladies that David had raped. Maybe they would be bold enough to speak out. I also would like to mobilize them so we can both raise awareness about rape and to also support those that have been raped or molested one way or another.



This was David's Last entry before his death.

Diary of a condom 15/10/2013

Everything is in chaos. I fear my life as master's tool is about to come to an end.
Master has over done it this time.

Master got drunk oneday and slept with his sister. I was not used but i knew what happened.
She came in like she usually does to hear master read from his diary when master suddenly pounced on her.
She didnt scream, she didn't shout, she didn't fight. It was as if she knew it was useless to fight against
master or maybe she wanted it. between she and master, i think she is the better pervert.

Master have been drinking. I don't know what really happened but it has something to do
with that girl master slept with at that party. During discussions with his parents i can hear words like
court, lawyer, jail, rape, disown, 10 years imprisonment.

I don't know what all these means but i'm sure its no good.

For a period, i was in total darkness, occasionally straining my ears to hear Master's mother
cry to his dad to go bring his son back.

Master is lost. Master is gone. I sit in gloom. The shelf suddenly feels better.

Some weeks after, master came back heavily drunk and has been in a state of constant stupor ever since.
Sometimes master whisper words like Die, hang, suicide, pills, poison.

I think master wants to kill himself. I shift in my wrapper hoping to give master a sort of comfort.

Last night his parents came into his room to talk to him, he was a little sober. His mum was crying.

The dad spoke first...,

"Your sister is pregnant. and for your case, We would get you a good lawyer" he said

"i would not let you go to prison" his mum said.

"I'm tired of living" was masters reply.

This seem to pierce his mum's heart as she began to wail really loudly. His dad shook his head,
stood up and taking the wailing mum, they left.

It was me and master, Alone!

Around 11:30pm Master stood from the bed, reached under his cupboard and brought out something metallic, A gun.
Master checks it, like its a new toy, master was really sweet with it.

I got jealous.

Master points the gun to his sidehead, and then forehead and then neck.
I don't know what he is doing or why but he keeps saying..,

"the perfect angle!!"
"the perfect shot!!"
"the perfect angle!!"
"the perfect shot!!"

amidst tears.

Master drops the gun on the table, reached for his car keys, dressed up, puts the gun in his back pocket and left.

Somehow i knew that would be the last time i would see master. I bow my head in pity. I only wish

That he took one last look at me