A night of vengeance
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When war hunts you to your closet, you don't run anymore, you look inside of you to find the ground your father stood on in his days, you turn back, become a man, and fight.
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I have been dealing wish some spiritual and demonic creatures for the past two months. They eat my foodstuffs, bags, books, they scrape the sole of my shoes, tear the nylon of my sachet water, and make all squeaking and rattling sounds.
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Most times I wake in the middle of the night only to find them in strategic positions watching me openly, closely and keenly while their mates satisfy their belly and wicked nature, ruining me in disguise.
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I tried hanging my stuffs on the wall until I found one of them walking up through the rough frames of the window. Then I knew there was no other way to keep my breath than to set traps. I bought gum, it worked for about two days before they mastered the plot and passed it by. I settled for soólè from one old woman in my area even though i had to read psalms to the air before I could make do with the smell, but the more I found them dead, the more they incarnate.
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Last night, I woke around 1:30am to sort some things on the internet. Midnights are best time for scholars, bloggers, programmers, hackers, writers and the big deal, the witches. Then the sounds came again, this time from my school bag. I moved closer, heard something lept and pounced on the ground in run, then I unzipped the bag only for me to find my last card; the two hundred naira note i have been saving for beans and bread torn and eaten to pieces.
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It hurts
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There was war last night. I locked the door, unpacked every single stuff and went for their heads. I shed a lot of blood. And by morning, I counted twenty-nine dead rats.
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Sometimes, vengeance is inevitable, and everything is fair in love and war.
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Michael Ace
©2017

Dear sir,
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Whenever I hear you say "I don't care what people say about me", I frown at your ignorance. What people say matters. Whether true or false, public perception about you plays a crucial role in your life.
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If you can't quit drinking and you can't stop knacking every woman that comes your way; then do it moderately in your closet. This is not about what the Bible says or what your pastors preach, this is about what people say about you.
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You know why bars are always enclosed and only open at night? You know why inns are located in remote and quiet areas? It's just because they know what stigma the habit cause to your personality.
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Rich people don't drink trophy, Goldberg and other shits of liquor that chokes life and deteriorate health. You know some wines cost more than a million naira? That's what those men drink, it smoothens their skin and make them look fresh. So don't feel good saying you can finish ten bottles of poison- beautiful poisons.
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Stop killing yourself. Stop telling us how unserious, nonchalant, irresponsible, loose and careless are. Try and give people reasons to take risks for you, reasons to invest in you and to sacrifice their resources for you.
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Be principled.

I heard a voice from heaven | A review of Waje's mountain

When the speaker blares and you find yourself beating the force of gravity, walking the path of your pores into your soul and making ways in the air- you’re finding home. You hear your heart leap and touch your lips to find joy beaming to the world. This is exactly what happens when you let Waje walk her ways into your body.

The first time i listened to ‘ Mountain’, I experienced a perfect blend of melody and energy. The song preaches about self-conviction, self-will, and self-determination on one’s path to victory. Of course, no one can understand what you face; no one can see or feel your pain and you just have to keep being cool until the top gets convinced enough that you are the one it’s been missing, but there is more to the song than the message- the way she eloquently and confidently switches between the pitches and notes and delivers force in accordance to the context of each line of her lyrics.

Moreover, it’s exceptional finding two different voices working up as one. The three octaves vocalist teams up with Lira , a multiple award winning South African singer to produce a perfect duet. Obviously, these are women that justifies the claim “what a man can do, a woman can do better” with the way they force nature into sounds and bless our souls with a mind-driven soul song that surely ends up pushing the listener over the highest of his mountain and as well make him cross the widest of bridges.

There is healing in everything your heart conforms with. And which other way does healing comes than letting yourself loose to the magic of sounds, the sorcery of musicians who stops at nothing until their voices perches on the wings of giant eagles.

The first time I listened to ‘mountain ’ by Waje featuring Lira , I heard a voice from heaven.

By Michael Ace
Twitter: @lordace32
Facebook: Michael Ace
Instagram: @poetmichealace

6 reasons Oladips may remain upcoming throughout his musical career.


Their is one crucial aspect of art be it music, comedy literature, painting etc. That which is delivery; how you do what you do. They say a nice cup gives a good impression even though the tea has not been tasted. We will take a look at six tactics every musician must employ to enhance his presentability to the audience. That which oladips has none.

1. Record label:
Why do you think artists like Adekunle Gold makes his way to stardom so rapid after his signing? We cannot build it all around the uniqueness of his music but more emphasis should he laid on his record label. Oladips needs a better label that can bring out the fire on his tongue and the beauty of his rap. He needs a better connectivity with the audience and only a good label with effective managerial skills can get him that.

2. Branding:
Oladips is a very talented rapper and if you are very conversant with his delivery, you will see message deep rooted in punchlines and rhrunningsverses. But almost all his songs tell how rough and dark his past was. And most times audience get so irritated and tired of 'story of my life'. I once overheard someone say he looks inside the gutter every time he walks by the road in case he will find any upcoming artist because they all claim to come from there. We are tired of his story, he needs to brand himself by releasing some street hits. He needs to connect to the world.

3. Hyping:
If you don't hype yourself, who will? This guy needs to get more connected with social medias and the internet. He needs to work on his publicity, broadcast and public awareness.

4. Orderliness:
You cannot run out of inspirations and songs. We know that but learn from artists like Olamide, his early days in the music industry was steamed with consistency that one wonders if he had a music bank, likewise wizkid. But these guys followed a sequential pattern. Don't choke audience with tracks we wouldn't even know about. One track at a time. Let us make do with one before you hit us with another.

5. Maturity
I'm a fine of pretty punchlines but Oladips' lyrics are somehow wack and immature. I listen to lil kesh a lot and even with his vulgarity and loose lines, he is able to capture my heart with mature lines that sometimes makes me quiver. I always marvel at his play on words and atimes wonder if he was once a poet. Oladips needs to grow his words and blend them with audience expectation. He has been in the industry for quite sometimes now.

6. Song writing
To be factual and realistic, most if not all of Oladips' songs to me sound like freestyles. Like he just played with the mic. Whoever writes his songs for him needs a jail term if not 'death by hanging'. He is ruining his career with bad choruses. I think it's high time this guy gets himself a wonderful songwriter or collaborate with nice vocalists in the industry. The power of your song lies more within the melody, depth and delivery pattern of your chorus. One reason why 'see you again' by Wiz khalifa and Charlie puth remains on everyone's playlist.

The world needs professionals, not talented immature kids like Oladips has claimed to be. Hardwork beats talent if talent doesn't work hard. Only if Oladips will understand what the word 'hardwork' technically means.

By Michael Ace
Twitter: @lordace32
Instagram: @poetmichealace
Facebook: Michael Ace

Ibadan people are cowards and so lazy, the only thing they have is mouth. They can curse and wake a dead man in fury.
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That's how one boy with natural dread allowed the demonic and familiar spirits in him to manifest again yesterday. He went to his mother's room, picked a sharp blade, gathered all slippers and shoes left outside by their neighbours including his sibling's and began a surgery. It was successful because he perfectly cut those shoes into pieces and damaged them beyond repair.
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After the tedious work, he slept off. Then his mother arrived alongside their neighbours. On seeing the beautiful works done to their shoes, they began to curse, curse and curse. They cursed to the extent that the weather began to change, like the kind of rain in Noah's days wanted to fall again.
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When the boy's spirit could not hold it any longer, he rose from sleep and told his mother he was the culprit. Like something pushed him to do it. You need to see the way her mother punished him, ranting and ranting but forgetting that the curses won't leave void. She apologized on his behalf to her neighbours thinking their subsided anger will revert the curses.
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She didn't know that like it's easier and much faster to receive a debit alert than a credit, it takes few seconds for curses to garnish one's destiny while blessings hardly manifest, especially in a country where almost all citizens are sick and mad.
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I would have said It's better to stay single than have an Ibadan-born as spouse if not that my mother is from Ibadan.
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Mstchew
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©Micheal Ace

Against sexual abuse and other life-threatening issues in marriages

She did not hear when the priest said, “I now pronounce you HORSE-band and wife.

The first night was Lucifer smoking on a chariot of fire. She did not burn to be gold. She was a village in Maiduguri; burnt to ashes.

You wouldn’t know how she felt, would you? You wouldn’t understand the misery of echoing against the floor and watching your voice sneaks back into you, failed. You were made woman by a boy, probably at sixteen. She was been drilled with back bent and her fingers finding refuge on her toes; it was a war she couldn’t see.

And it went on and on; nights of bleeding and days of mourning. Her body ached but no one would think she’s sane if she said she was being raped by her husband.

You decide to work through the night but sleep comes and takes you away. Who do you blame when you wake? You don’t cheat nature and so you do not close your legs when your man needs a hole, even when the sores he left last night aren’t healed yet.

She married a horse. One day, she would be found dead, perhaps her man would have wanted a thighter hole and found two in her nose- simultaneous thrust.

So the priest will come again in his holy black and say, “we love her but God loves her more, from him we come and to him we shall return. Rest in peace, sister.” They will pacify the man. Forget it, he is not a widower; the bible says he can marry again. Yes! He can kill again.

But the priest, her siblings who couldn’t stand by her, her mother who reminded her that divorce is sin, her friends who told her how the world will laugh if they find her running for survival, her conscience which was too weak will all rot in hell. They are muderers and so will they lead a red path to death, as well.

PS: aside sexual abuse, a lot of life-threatening issues surface against women in marriage. To hell with what religion says; to hell with what the culture teaches. Run for your life.
Silence kills and so does a dumb endurance.

Written by Micheal Ace

Davido vs Wizkid | One is up, the other is coming

There has been a lot of compare and contrast as regard this two Nigerian music genius. Even conflicts that went so viral on social medias and entertainment blogs. To say the reason is farfetched is to say one knows nothing about Nigerian music industry. I love their music but I'm not a fan of either of them so the issue of biasness in this case should be overwritten. These two artists are not upcoming but for the liberty I would like to own as a writer, I would say one is up, and the other, coming. You will then ask who is UP and who is COMING.

In just four months, 'if' by Davido gathered a whopping 25million views on YouTube, and still counting. One should acknowledge the fact that this guy is an achiever; a fierce and great force for African music. Aside this moves, he is among the top 10 richest musicians in Nigeria and has bagged countless awards and several nominations. Likewise Wizkid who is some feet away from grabbing a Grammy. He is presently ranremainsrst among all artists in Nigeria today with beautiful collaborations with international acts. His recent mixtape, 'Sound from the other side' is an awesome symbol of excellence and a proof of persistence into breaking a historical record in the music and entertainment industry at large.

One thing remains significant about Ayo Balogun popularly known as wizkid, that which is consistence, persistence, diligence and an arrogant and stubborn goal-getting attitude. Ever since he sneaked into the scene with 'Holla at your boy', he has not given us a single moment of doubt to question his competence. He keeps getting better year after year and keeps meeting up with expectations locally and globally. Now with this much wizkid has been able to tag to his name and call his, he doesn't seem satisfied, and with this, one with a keen insight will fear the tremendous and awe-inspiring feat this young man will beat with his unrelenting musical prowess. One can say he is the 'young Fela' for he has become a city on heaven's tongue- standing out.

David Adeleke, the giant Davido on his side is more of player than a musician. We cannot disregard the fact that he has stormed the industry with countless hits ever since his emergence. But what makes him different is his motives; the reason behind his coming into the industry; his dreams, aims- he seems to have none. Davido appears like a fed child who wants something more to compliment his livelihood. They say money is not complete without fame and power and it appears like this is exactly what this young man is here for.

I recently published an article on the futility of wizkid's effort in bridging the gap between African music and the world's and it was clearly stated there that wizkid exhibits the character of he who is ready to give up anything just to achieve that which he dreams. Davido will remain in the industry for as long as he keeps dropping hits and as long as he deems it fit, but wizkid is on the edge of creating a legacy, immortalizing and making himself a subject in the mind of generations to come.

Forget their net worth, awards and their international recognitions. I think Davido is UP because he already has what he wants and he seems to have reached his peak but wizkid is COMING, he hasn't even started so to say. He has much more to achieve and he is just getting set for the journey of a thousand miles ahead of him.


Written by Michael Ace
Instagram: @poetmichealace; Twitter: @lordace32

Wizkid; a futile effort for African music

As much as it remains evident that this musical act is a beautiful product of Africa’s uniqueness and creativity, an unprejudiced mind will agree with me that Wizkid’s “Sound from the other side” is another precise feat aimed at buying the whole world into his own pocket.

Someone would tell me that the Starboy Entertainment Worldwide boss is few steps away from a Grammy award. That’s obvious to one with a brilliant insight but what good would this do to the recognition of other African artists. To be realistic, breaking a record as the first pop African act to win the award isn’t a guarantee or an open door for others.

The discrimination isn’t about the pop songs produced from here; it’s not about our brand; it’s not about the production quality; it’s not about the melody, the voice, instrumental or beat or even the inferiority in sounds- if that’s the case, then artists like 2face, Modenine, Sarkodie, Akon to mention but a few would have bagged the award countless times. It’s about the identity; the ‘black’ tag that lessens the posibility. It’s about the mentality that Africans are inferior and so do anything that comes from them. It’s about racism. Only few Africans have won the award since it’s inception; talking about the likes of Wouter Kellerman, Tinariwen, Youssou N’Dour, Soweto Gospel Choir, Ali Farka Toure, Angelique Kidjo and Ladysmith Black Mambazo, Sade Adu and few others Obviously none from the pop circle.

With “Sound from the other side,”, it’s quite certain that Wizkid is ready to give up anything just to attain that which he dreams, even forsaking his background and countrymen. Every ambitious musical act definitely knows how to lobby or pay for international collaborations but what about the personal integrity and African dignity at large?

How about Wizkid take a more critical look into the phrase “you don’t need an international collaboration to be successful”. Davido is doing quite impressive and exceptional; Olamide is a very creative, versatile, consistent and wonderful maker of indigenous rap music and street pop; Teknomiles is making waves and tapping very awesomely into the magic and so are other good and promising artists too. We can’t but applaud the wonderful contribution of talented acts like Timi Dakolo, Waje, Simi and so many others in their different musical cliques.

I think it’s the best time artists stop selling themselves to the foreign media market. Their recognition doesn’t make you in anyway better than you already are. Having the likes of Wale featuring Olamide and Davido in a track is one proof that the fight of Africa music recognition and acceptance as a whole worldwide is a collective force and not a one man’s job.

They say if only the snakes will walk in convoy, the forest will be void of hunters.

Micheal Ace is a freelance writer, poet and a music lover.
Twitter: @lordace32, Facebook: Micheal Ace, Instagram: @poetmichealace, E-mail: poetmichealace@gmail,com

Seven cues to follow when writing a Nigerian song | A must read for upcoming acts


Forget your seriousness now and let’s be insane and factual. You know you can’t blow with sanity here right? So we will be talking about seven cues you must follow and maintain when writing your songs.

I know how much studio session costs now and it’s not every one of us that have producers as cousins and uncles. So relax, take a sip of alomo bitters, pick your pen and let’s go…

1. Grab a very good beat:
Take it or leave it, that’s what we eat here and that’s what we want to hear. Check Ice prince’s stat on youtube, you will notice none of his songs has views more than Oleku. Why? Because the instrumental is crazy like that. Same reason why people still compare Daddy yo and Mad over you even when wizkid sounds like a forsaken homeless child. You remember Stupid love by Olamide? Those are mad beats you need. If your instrumental is wack, you will just keep wasting money on packaging; hairstyles and clothes. Nothing good will come. There are good producers out there who can help you if the one you use knows nothing than the normal PepperDemGang’s instrumental (One reason the song didn’t blow much)

2. Give us a title:
You can do this whichever way you like but I think it’s better giving a title first. Your title doesn’t have to relate to the song at all. Remember If by Davido? You can say if appears in the song but it doesn’t denote what the song is all about. So give any title that you think people will love as long as it’s pronounceable. It doesn’t have to make sense too. Just give us any short slang or word that bloggers, radio stations and listeners can relate to, what we can chew like gum.

3. Insert a prelude or Intro:
You think Lil kesh’s Skiborobo skibo skiborobo skibo ooose baddest is just there for design? Oh no. That’s why I said you can’t write a Nigerian song with your right sense if you want to blow. Think about one madness people can’t tap into and recognize you with. It might be a proclaim of your name like It’s dotman kuraja (Dotman) and it can also be the gingering of your beats and sounds like Gbedu wey dey burst brain (Reekado bands). Don’t forget to own your liberty, just make sure it’s raw and loud, like You can call me small doctor akeweje oga n la hain (Small doctor). You get that? Let’s move on…

4. Begin your chorus:
Have you noticed we haven’t talked about theme? Yes, you don’t need one. Just start your chorus talking about how hard it was for you to back then (though it’s still hard for you but pretend like you have blow). Talk about how you are now making money, how ladies want you more than anything. Keep it that short. Don’t worry about your grammar, Nigerians will understand.

5. Your verse matters: You can easily piss your audience off if your verse is off it. Don’t bother about what you say, what matters is how you say it. You can give us stuff like:

Look at me now o, God don bless me
Enemy wan kill me, they wan rest me
My pocket is heavy, I spend like shit
Sexy ladies all around, haters don’t diss

You see that? Just write anything, say anything, as long as it trend with the beat and you are loud enough, people will grab. Put rhymes too, you can force the shit out if it doesn’t come freely.

6. Repeat the chorus:
Run a mime underneath. Just sing along, don’t bother if you are off key or not. We know who to go to when we need a good, well arranged and managed voice. You can make it clumsy too as long as your producers is good at mastering. Give us another verse or do it anyhow you want but follow the fifth rule.

7. Insert your Outro:
I once produced a track and what people complained most about is my outro. For someone to take his time and listen to your cooked up track to the end, he deserves some share of madness too. Imagine what Olamide did in Jale. He went ranting, mentioning names and giving credits for about two minutes before he let go. That’s what you need. Living things by 9ice is a wonderful example too. We are in this together so don’t just finish your track like you pay us to listen to it, cook up a fine and well weaved jargons and give it to us raw. We love it like that.

Note:
I do not mean you can’t blow with a good song here in Nigeria. Timi Dakolo is a very good example but for your own sake, especially if you are the type that refuse to go to school or drop out because of music, you deserve to blow earlier than others. Take this medication with the correct dose and you will find yourself on international tour and forbes list very soon. Thank me later.

Written by Micheal Ace
A writer, poet and music lover
Facebook: Michael Ace
Twitter: lordace32
Email: poetmichealace@gmail.com

‘Uncle suuru’ not a one-way ticket to stardom for Jon Ogah

One thing is rising; another is staying on the height of mountains and keeping your head above water. Obviously, you can’t have your head under water and breathe fine; not even John Legend can. The Nigerian music industry demands more than what the likes of Olu Maintain did. We can call his Yahooze a one hit wonder, can’t we? To survive here, you need a consistent brilliance of recurring hits; what Olamide Baddo would call ‘back to back’.

Revealed in my forthcoming article on artists to watchout for in the coming
headies award, Davido and Wizkid stand a chance of winning big. Why? Just because they were able to give us exactly what we want back to back, relentlessly. Jon Ogah of Big Brother Naija I’d say is a handsome young Nigerian with a keen desire for becoming bigger than even the likes of
2baba in the industry. He did excellently well with Uncle Suuru and he is definitely applauded.

His uncle is a prototype of exactly what a Nigerian parent or elder would do. No one really believes in young men aspiring to be stars in music, they believe chasing a dream in entertainment is another way to name laziness. If he had decided to go to school instead, then his uncle’s attitude would have been different. In short, he went through the odds all alone and luck came his way; not every talented lad by the street gets chance to meet their fortune even in a long while. One out of a hundred makes it in such way and he is one testimony.

He did perfect the track with the involvement of the Gold-star himself,
Adekunle and also the only female with a strange, funny and at the same time charming and enchanting voice in the industry, Simi . Adekunle ’s verse is bliss from the point he made it known he could sing better than R Kelly just that he didn’t have the opportunity of better instruments to the point where he said he was ready to spread his wings and fly, make do with what he has and tap into the fulfillment of his dreams. Simi as I’d say almost fell off or below expectations with the way she channeled herself into the track but where knowledge ends, experience shows its prowess. She blended with the tune and climaxed so beautifully. Believe me, the track is a good reference to preaching the ‘Ariwo ko ni music’ gospel.

Nevertheless, Uncle suuru is not enough reason for Jon to think he has made his way up there and relax. It won’t take long before we forget what it was he sang even though the song holds a better chance at being nominated if not winning several awards. He needs to learn from Davido how he fell on us with ‘ if’ and still went ahead to jam us with ‘fall ’. That’s the exact way to become a star. The song has opened doors for him and now is the time for him to trend masterfully and do the needful before the wave dies down.

A one-way ticket takes you somewhere but never brings you back, unfortunately such is not the case for Jon Ogah’s hit track.

Micheal Ace
Writer, poet and music lover
Instagram: @poetmichealace
Twitter: @lordace32

‘uncle Suuru’ Not A One-way Ticket To Stardom For Jon Ogah

One thing is rising; another is staying on the height of mountains and keeping your head above water. Obviously, you can’t have your head under water and breathe fine; not even John Legend can. The Nigerian music industry demands more than what the likes of Olu Maintain did. We can call his Yahooze a one hit wonder, can’t we? To survive here, you need a consistent brilliance of recurring hits; what Olamide Baddo would call ‘back to back’.

Revealed in my forthcoming article on artists to watchout for in the coming
headies award, Davido and Wizkid stand a chance of winning big. Why? Just because they were able to give us exactly what we want back to back, relentlessly. Jon Ogah of Big Brother Naija I’d say is a handsome young Nigerian with a keen desire for becoming bigger than even the likes of
2baba in the industry. He did excellently well with Uncle Suuru and he is definitely applauded.

His uncle is a prototype of exactly what a Nigerian parent or elder would do. No one really believes in young men aspiring to be stars in music, they believe chasing a dream in entertainment is another way to name laziness. If he had decided to go to school instead, then his uncle’s attitude would have been different. In short, he went through the odds all alone and luck came his way; not every talented lad by the street gets chance to meet their fortune even in a long while. One out of a hundred makes it in such way and he is one testimony.

He did perfect the track with the involvement of the Gold-star himself,
Adekunle and also the only female with a strange, funny and at the same time charming and enchanting voice in the industry, Simi . Adekunle ’s verse is bliss from the point he made it known he could sing better than R Kelly just that he didn’t have the opportunity of better instruments to the point where he said he was ready to spread his wings and fly, make do with what he has and tap into the fulfillment of his dreams. Simi as I’d say almost fell off or below expectations with the way she channeled herself into the track but where knowledge ends, experience shows its prowess. She blended with the tune and climaxed so beautifully. Believe me, the track is a good reference to preaching the ‘Ariwo ko ni music’ gospel.

Nevertheless, Uncle suuru is not enough reason for Jon to think he has made his way up there and relax. It won’t take long before we forget what it was he sang even though the song holds a better chance at being nominated if not winning several awards. He needs to learn from Davido how he fell on us with ‘ if’ and still went ahead to jam us with ‘fall ’. That’s the exact way to become a star. The song has opened doors for him and now is the time for him to trend masterfully and do the needful before the wave dies down.

A one-way ticket takes you somewhere but never brings you back, unfortunately such is not the case for Jon Ogah’s hit track.

Micheal Ace
Writer, poet and music lover
Instagram: @poetmichealace
Twitter: @lordace32

broken china. . unequally shaped china crashes into two hundred and fifty pieces. quivering quake sends hateful larva spurting out from steaming spouts. one piece runs towards the sun and meets darkness in the east and the sun seemed to set with its wayfaring dreams. three large parts tower over fearful minorities and hate rips the veil of peace loosened by the dust of timeless disunity. three pieces fall unashamedly to crash and clash for the prized debris of a downed china.

broken china. . unequally shaped china crashes into two hundred and fifty pieces. quivering quake sends hateful larva spurting out from steaming spouts. one piece runs towards the sun and meets darkness in the east and the sun seemed to set with its wayfaring dreams. three large parts tower over fearful minorities and hate rips the veil of peace loosened by the dust of timeless disunity. three pieces fall unashamedly to crash and clash for the prized debris of a downed china.

broken china. . unequally shaped china crashes into two hundred and fifty pieces. quivering quake sends hateful larva spurting out from steaming spouts. one piece runs towards the sun and meets darkness in the east and the sun seemed to set with its wayfaring dreams. three large parts tower over fearful minorities and hate rips the veil of peace loosened by the dust of timeless disunity. three pieces fall unashamedly to crash and clash for the prized debris of a downed china.

broken china. . unequally shaped china crashes into two hundred and fifty pieces. quivering quake sends hateful larva spurting out from steaming spouts. one piece runs towards the sun and meets darkness in the east and the sun seemed to set with its wayfaring dreams. three large parts tower over fearful minorities and hate rips the veil of peace loosened by the dust of timeless disunity. three pieces fall unashamedly to crash and clash for the prized debris of a downed china.

broken china. . unequally shaped china crashes into two hundred and fifty pieces. quivering quake sends hateful larva spurting out from steaming spouts. one piece runs towards the sun and meets darkness in the east and the sun seemed to set with its wayfaring dreams. three large parts tower over fearful minorities and hate rips the veil of peace loosened by the dust of timeless disunity. three pieces fall unashamedly to crash and clash for the prized debris of a downed china.

forlorn governor i. they came for his aide cries were strangled as a lifeless body dangled from the mouth of the governor's statue. ii. his deputy was sacked from his home by a gang of masked bandits. the state woke up to hear the shaky voice of the news-correspondent announcing another executive death. iii. the governor—suffering hypertension and sycophantic blight begged the president for urgent help. his call was forwarded to a different number and he watched as he and his predicament was forlet. iv impeachment came and as he bowed his head in shame, he was picked up and flung straight into the lagoon.

forlorn governor i. they came for his aide cries were strangled as a lifeless body dangled from the mouth of the governor's statue. ii. his deputy was sacked from his home by a gang of masked bandits. the state woke up to hear the shaky voice of the news-correspondent announcing another executive death. iii. the governor—suffering hypertension and sycophantic blight begged the president for urgent help. his call was forwarded to a different number and he watched as he and his predicament was forlet. iv impeachment came and as he bowed his head in shame, he was picked up and flung straight into the lagoon.

SIX SIX-FEET . . We do not tell the blinds of rainfall They have zillion eyes on their skin I am you, we have the human pulse So I won't tell you my senses are six . I will dig from this earth six six-feet Two for my brain and eyes that see Two for my skin and nose that smell Then two for my tongue and my ears
I will bury my senses in this six six-feet By the sixty minute of the sixth hour And sixth month of this sixteenth year With six me of you and six you of me . Because I'm tired of life and her earth And I'm scared of hell and her death But this breath chokes life out of me So I shall live on deader than the dead . I will see no more of human brutality Blinded to manslaughters and suicides I will be deaf to news of new infirmities I shall hear no more of solicitous cries . I shall taste the saltless soup no more This acidic rain shall not wash my face I will be without all hazardous thoughts My brain freed from mentalities of wail . I need six wise men in their late sixties To dig with me the six graves of six-feet We shall do this in the earth of our mind For we can't bury senses on this dry land . . Micheal Ace #magicalpoetry ©ACEworld
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No more virgins
Short Story

"I cannot keep my hands to myself. Moreso, I cannot have you here and start coursing streets in search of girls to satisfy my urges"
Precious stared at her boyfriend as he was talking, what actually kept her eyes on him was the usual way Johnson convulses whenever he wants to have sex. His eyes will appear like they are in need of fresh air; big and red.

"If you like, take your money to 'angle 90' for girls that will unleash their underworld for you. If you are not ready for marriage then stop asking me for sex. Useless man"
Johnson is '34', no one knows what has kept him from bearing the cross of wedlock. Precious on the other hand is an 'OND holder', she doesn't wish to further, she prefers sex to reading at nights but things has changed. She wants marriage now more than anything.

I knew things like that happen but I cannot disregard the fact that "A movie is a movie", before I could continue watching Johnson and Precious's romantic misery. I heard a knock on ny door. It was Blessing, my neighbour's daughter.
This girl has been tempting me for quite a long time, she would wear a very skimpy dress and most times sit on my laps. She would collect my phone, surf my gallery while she have her legs on my laps.

Courtesy demands that I understand she was just a small girl who sees me as a big uncle but my manly nature defines an opposite sex as what it is, whereas, she was neither my sister nor my daughter. I kept nurturing this lustful seed planted in me whenever I see her.
She was a very young girl at '14', she was an epitome of beauty, straight legs, well sized hips quite much more than her age, her burst was like a "20 years old girl's". She would walk making her hips appear like those of 'Nicki Minaj'. In short, she is sexy.

I did not have a girlfriend and I'm this loner who would never have visitors, always indoor and all alone. This girl always keep my company, she had a very fast education so she had finished her O'level examinations. She was always home-alone too.
{Not that I was jobless, I was only unemployed}.


One lonely afternoon, I was home as usual when this girl came, she wore a gown which reached the middle part of her thigh. I did not know if anything was worn underneath but my sanity wouldn't make me ask.
She went down to my television set and switched it on, she bent to pick her favourite film from the last layer of my shelf when I saw what I shouldn't never have seen.
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As she bent, I scaled my eyes up her thighs unconsciously and I saw exactly what she wanted {She was naked}. Though it was hard accepting the fact that the girl was guilty but it did not matter, even the world herself is guilty.

She drew back after inserting the disk into my DVD player, then she placed herself on the sofa sitting close to me. She turned over and rested her back on my laps, it was then I realised she was neither with bra nor with tube.
I began with my fingers sojourning round her abdomen and I did some wanderings too on her buttons, She was still busy with her eyes glued to the television screen but when I finally loosened her shirt and places my sinful hands on her balls, she looked at me swiftly and smiled {Seems she was happy}.

I never knew what I used to watch in pornography videos can ever happen in reality, but she got on top of me, took her shirt off totally and plugged-in her lips into my salivating mouth.
I felt something drifting right inside my short, something was moving motionlessly between my thighs but I took her on a sweet sail with my lips first.
I left for a journey with my lips and tongue all over her body ransacking them for long hidden treasure, she screamed when I got to her 'power house' but I did what i was meant to do. I continued until she opened up and said;
"Please get into me, do it now"

It was as if I was dreaming. No, it was like a nightmare, seeing a fourteen years old girl being perfect at most if not all sexual arousing movements. I knew what I was doing was wrong but I guessed no one cared for my stories that were meant for the gods. All I needed to do was the real thing but I couldn't.

I felt guilt inside me, I saw it as a sexual abuse and instead of me helping the young girl get saved, I wanted to eat out of her cane too. It was almost impossible turning back at that moment but I did because I thought about my integrity in the neighborhood and how it will get drenched in rain of shame if I'm finally caught.

I built some courage and got up but the girl was crying, It was like I pushed her down the way and left unexpectedly.
But I drew her up and hugged her {forming a big brother}, I spoke gently to her ears and requested for a story _ How she became what she was at her age.
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She began;
I had my first sex when I was six years old, It was rape and I lost my virginity to my cousin who caught me naked one morning and did what men do even after my remorse pleads.
I kept it a secret but one day, It happened again but this time, it was at school.
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I had some friends then whom I thought were innocent like I was but the truth stripped itself naked at my aroused eyes when I saw the most fremb scene of my life. I was to wait after school hours that evening because of some assignments I had to do. On getting to the corridor of my classroom, I heard someone moan but I was too ignorant to know what exactly was going on.
I continued counting my steps towards the door but on getting close to the window, I heard it wasn't just one voice. I moved closer, summoned some courage and entered the class. Then I saw Gloria, Faith and two other friends of mine, each of them with different boys from senior class.
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I was left alarmed, I became dumb at once like my tongue was cut off for sacrifice. My legs grew too weak to hold my weight that I had to learn against the wall, everything became mystery. I saw my friends in the flood of disgust and my trusts and beliefs in them became fallacy.
It happened again, yes it happened. I had my skirt forcefully pulled off my thighs, my pantie torn and I was sexed again by one of my male friends.
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The teacher I reported to told me it was nothing to be worried about, maybe because the boy was the Head master's son. She told me no one has the virginity I lost, she said everyone could have sex at want, she said it was nothing but pleasure. She said it's no harm.
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So tell me uncle; where else can I find virgins when virginity itself has become a rainbow in the night, who else can call themselves virgins when someone as young as I am saw how impossible being a virgin is?.
There are 'no more virgins' uncle.
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I looked upon her face with a questioned smile, I could not say she was wrong, I could not affirm her right but I knew the answer to her question may be found if I faithfully teach her what virginity is: Not the wall between the thighs but a virtue within the mind.
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I will surely teach her those but maybe after I finish watching the Precious and Johnson's sexual combat.

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Quote...
Virginity is not the wall between the thighs but the virtue within the mind.
Micheal Ace
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Written by
Micheal Ace
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Miseries of First Love
{My pathetic story}


As a young boy, I knew somethings are just never meant to be just like I have been taught. My mother is this strict disciplinarian who would slice my brother's skin with a blade and put in some fresh grinded pepper, just because the cunning boy hid a piece of meat that was supposed to be shared with others under his big rock of àmàlà.
She hates lies but passionately dislikes the liar unlike God who hates sins but loves sinners. Well, she is an african mother so I understand now that I should have expected no less.

Somethings were never meant to be. Yes, just never meant, like lying, stealing, chasing girls around and any other things attributed to the 'ungodly'.

{If I begin to tell those stories of 'The me and my mother combat', then you are most likely liable to getting scolded by your boss for negligence at work or having that food get burnt}

My pathetic story began it's prologue when I failed my third o'level examination and still went ahead to show 'Jega' my competency after I scored '148' in the UTME.
Even though my father wanted me to continue coursing the bushes with him doing architectural surveys on land, my mother would never concur; 'she values education more than the stones on one of her favorite dresses. She wanted me in school by all means, she would say 'I know Dòtun to be an average student, so letting him stay at home for long will only improve his cooking crafts but get his brain deteriorated'.

Finally she got me the Obafemi Awolowo University's predegree form and I left my hometown for the big campus in order to have myself tutored for some months before the entrance examination.


It was unusual, the endless noises on campus mostly from students who had forgotten the sorrowful hymns their 'GP' sings, the early morning visits to the bathroom and toilets {there are nothing like 'restrooms' in Nigeria universities}. My hostel was at the 'Post Graduate's Hall' where I was harboured by one of my distant cousin's friend: a male. I couldn't stay with my cousin, maybe because I have the rod while she has the hole even though she was old enough to be my younger brother's mother, Nigerian's mentality.

On getting to campus, I realised none of what my cousin told me was lie. She said; ' OAU is for the read-a-holics', meaning the lazy readers cannot graduate with any 'class'.
I was never a reader neither was I a writer, I was just this young for nothing kid who wants wealth and fame, but OAU changed me, I began reading at nights and even my cousin's friend most times look at me enviously; what a promising lad.

It was this monday morning, I woke at exactly 7am as usual, 'sometimes, brains get addicted to particular actions and it happens inevitably'. Even if I didn't have any plan for that time, I would still have woken.
Like many others have phobia for water when it comes to bathing, so did I. I would wash my head, pour the rest up and run under it, only the lucky splashes touches my skin. It was the usual custom that day, nothing else changed except for the 'supposed to be fortunate' meeting I had with her.

Note: I was not attending lectures but lessons, I was still an 'under-undergraduate'.

Luckily, I dressed well that morning, In my 'well ironed shirt' and my black jean. I walked majestically into the class since 'Dr Pass' was not around yet, then I saw her beside me while I was trying to find a seat; she wasn't there for me though.

Have you ever felt the disorganizations caused by a little ant or small pebble in your eyes? If yes, that was exactly how I felt when I saw her. if no, then give it a trial. She wasn't really beautiful but she was just beyond it.
If there is anything like 'Love at First Sight', it would be that. She smiled when she gazed at my side but I guessed they weren't for me, I tried as much as I could to be noticed but all to no avail but then, 'Dr Pass entered'.

I said he entered, so then, lecture began...

I remember we did 'Use of English' that day, I was one of the rated guys in class, maybe because I had all textbooks as others come to borrow with their hands in their tongue.
She came to me, it was as if my eyes were glued to the air, I couldn't believe what I saw but I got myself composed despite my heart which had started pumping wine.
'Can you borrow me your textbook'; she said.
I wanted to say 'YES' but it took me longer than it took the professor to write the textbook. Alas, I was stammering.

To God be the glory, I made it to the end of the word, then she smiled and took the book away, as she was going, my eyes were moving with her but this feet would never leave their spots.
'Hello', I called out and she looked back.
'Please don't forget to bring the book tomorrow', she made a nod and walked away smiling.

This time, my eyes had stopped tailing her, but my brain did. Only God knows how I made it home, but I made it home.



I said I made it home, yes but only my body did. My spirit was at 'Elegushi beach' with her 'merry-go-rounding' and flexing with our hands held in love, it was the first and last time I would ever daydream.

"What's wrong with you", that was the interrogative but alarming statement made by my cousin's friend after I came back from the mini-market with a bottle of groundnut, whereas I was sent to buy a bag of pure-water. Both were often sold at one hundred naira, I guess that confused me.
But in reality, I was convinced I had lost something, concentration or sanity, something was gone.
My meetings with her gained their morale the day I summoned a 'man-made courage' and asked her out.
She was a christian, I was too but she was religious {well,I was not} and her response showed me exactly what it's like to woo a 'redeemed girl'.
She said, 'I cannot date you, we can only be friends'.
That did not suit me, I wanted something more intimate, I had watched a lot of romantic movies and I knew I wanted someone I could kiss and cuddle, someone I could caress on those cold nights.
But I never thought of sex, maybe because I wasn't used to watching 'blue films' then.

We played a bit after I agreed to be a friend, we exchanged numbers too but hardly had she saved my number when she received a text message sent by me. I cannot remember the content {Kindly remember I told you earlier that I had lost my sanity}.


The examination wasn't around the corner, It was standing right at the door but this love that enslaved my heart would never let me see my dooms writing their lyrics on my wall. Meanwhile, most of my time was spent on writing mostly love songs; songs I'm still yet to know if it would be my grandchildren that will record them.{I have more than 150 songs written, {I'm just that jobless and talented}.

I won't fail to mention my friends back then; Chuks, Joel, Emanuella and my crush herself 'Love'.
My teachers; Dr. Pass the corporate, Dr.Peter the preacher.

September came, our judgement day broke, We left the campus for 'Moro, OAU predegree centre'
I was a bit late so others had gone earlier, I remember promising my cousin a huge success, I remember assuring her of scoring more than expectation.
I remember the fear that lingered my heart while the bus propelled down the tarred road, I remember my every heart beat that wished for miracle and I remember that side of me that believed in itself.

I was placed behind the system, it was a computer-based test. I logged in the programmed application and started handpicking my destiny, it was an objective type and every single question increased the rate of my heartbeat, I kept choosing my fate with my finger constantly tapping the mouse pad.
At that moment, my mind went through the struggles my mother had in getting me the opportunity, I thought about how much she had spent and how high her expectations would be, I smiled when I remember my father who had started boasting around town that his son is a student of GREAT IFE.

Finally, dream came true, I attempted the last question and made it out of the examination hall 'hale but not healthy. I teamed up with my friends and we went back to campus.

Three days later, my crush's parent came and took her away, it was like my shadow walked past me and I couldn't hold back, I nearly cried but something assured me we would all pass the examination and resume back together. I was sure I would pass.
The fear remained, the love I had still stayed.

Few days later, after we had all departed to our different homes, the result was released.

The result was released.

She was cute, I know she will still be. She is an angel, I remember her favourite song then; Bottom Belle by Omawumi and Flavour.
Most of those nights on our way to reading room along that plastered path to 'Moremi Hall' down to 'White House' at 'Academics', I would play the song from my hypertensive 'chinko' phone, she would then sing along;
"Oga buy me bottom belle cool my heart eheheh", she had the voice too.
I remember that was the first time I watched '3 Idiots', I also loved 'Eze Eligwe' by Frank Edward and the tune 'Akwa Ibom Ayaya' by Mish. Sweet and unforgettable memories.

{ I couldn't start with the released result, maybe because it was nothing to boast on. It's often better to say the good news beofre the bad one}

Yes, it was no lie. The result was released.
One of my 'goons' while we were at school just called me that morning, my phone rang!

Me: Hello
Caller: Hello Dotun, I have checked my result, 59%

{I was like; if this guy can have 59%, then I'm sure far above 60%}

Me: Wow, congratulations friend, can you help with mine as well? Username- Oyedokun, Password-Jesus
Caller- Alright, I will be back

{ It was my cousin that registered me using that password, I wasn't that spiritual}

Caller: "Called out the name on the result slip" and asked, 'is that you?
Me: Yes, what is there?
Caller: "Silence", call dropped

This time, my heartbeat was enough for 'Eminem' to drop his usual fast raps. I was home alone so I had enough liberty to rehearse my madness.
I had no airtime, so I sent 'call me back' to 'Joel who was my best friend and he called almost immediately. He scored 68% but when he checked mine, he said;
"I'm not sure this result is yours Dotun, I'm seeing 39% here".
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I cried, I died but the same death woke me, my deserved regrets wouldn't let me be.
I called Dr.Pass to help out but my grade was too low, far from the cutoff mark. I failed myself, I wasted time and money, I lost my most hard earned opportunity.
I disappointed everyone, I missed the steps.

I lost it all but there remains just one reality;
" If I'm given the same opportunity again, If I'm made to meet 'Love' again for the first time. If that time come back for the chance to live it again, I will still live it the same way"

I will spend every moment like I did, I will hold her hands everytime, I will smile at her every chance I have, I will miss classes because of her.
I will play her songs and watch her sing, I will follow her to the campus' "New Market", I will accept the name "DotLove" which was coined for us in class.

And, I will do my best not to cry when my result comes again.

Then, I will lay with my pen if she hasn't reached 'menopause' and we shall birth this words again;

Not as 'Miseries of First Love' but as 'My sweetest moments of life'.




Story Source;
Oyedokun Adedotun Micheal
Written by
Micheal Ace

A copyright of ACEworld

"Tom and Tina" Series



Bell rang
It was 8:00am in Goodies College, students were all up and down streaming the environment.
The principal, Mr. Jacobs was seen coming to the Assembly floor with his usual long wooden stick and his terrorizing look ,on sighting this, all students put themselves in order, all in a snap of a finger.



Tom was found behind the school fence with his friends smoking,
This has always been their hobey every blessed day, upon all suspensions and beatings whenever being caught, it seems impossible for them to quit.

Tina was not in school at all, she was also with other girls kissing and caressing men in an hotel nearby the school.
Tina was in a separate room with Charles, both of them naked and box of cigarette with empty bottles littered the whole place.



Tina was coming back to school, charles refused to bring her in his Range Rover, so she decided to take a walk since the school was just a stone throw.
Unknowing to her that she couldn't run past the road before the arrival of the oncoming vehicle, Tina was knocked down.
The girl was still breathing so the driver carried her in the back seat, zoomed off to the hospital
Unfortunately when Chief Earnest, Tom and their mother came around to the hospital to see their daughter, she was nowhere to be found.

She had disappeared with the driver.


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who stole my money
Who?!!!!!!!!!!!!

Chief Earnest still in mess of his lost daughter is now be stolen from, he was carrying his shorthand gun all around the house in tensed rage.
Who could have stolen from Daddy, if not mummy, Tom asked rhetorically.

Mrs Earnest came to Tom trembling, she said...
"Tom please save me from this, tell your daddy you stole the money"
What if he shoot me?, Tom asked alarmed.
He will never kill his own son, Never!!!, replied Mrs Earnest.

Tom agreed to save his mentally derailed mother and told his dad the false truth.
Immediately chief heard this, he banged the gun on Tom's head and said in a clear vexed tone...
"Ftom now on, you cease to be my son, i disown you forever!!!".

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After the gallons of tears shed by both mother and son, Tom went inside, packed his cloths, books and packs of cigarette and headed to his aunt's house.

On his way there, Tom was kidnapped by ritualists searching for bait as sacrifice.
On getting to the shrine, the herbalist immediately rejected Tom on sighting him.
After then, he was dumped in a faraway town just on his own.

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On the sandpit where he sat, he thought of his mother, his wicked father, he remembered his lost sister.
He looked around his life and tears flooded his eyes.

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*12 years Later*
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12 years later*

ARISE!
Court!!!
The judgement of the hardened criminal named 'Tom' has been adjourned after the judge slumped due to ulcer.
Tom and his gangs were led handcuffed and drove away..

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Tom thought about how he lived his life to end up as an armed robber, he looked at his gangs and remembered how he met them where he was dumped by the ritualist 12years earlier.

He remembered how they provided him food and shelter, how he finally got exposed to them and how he rose to become their leader.
Life as a thief and killer has always been so Sweet, but the only bitterness remain the awful end.

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Tom and his gangs were dragged to behind the bar, the day of the final judgment had come. Tom expected the worst of death sentence but still hoped for the best of Life imprisonment.

And when the new judge assigned to their case came in her long elegant gown, she sat in honour and the first word she spoke lifted tom's head to see who could possibly have the same voice as Tina.

********It was Tina********

The case was adjourned again deliberately by Tina the judge.
It was the meeting of two lost twin, Tina was profusely weeping in her twin brother's hand.
Tom told Tina his story from when he took upon himself their mother's offence and ended up disowned by their father, then how he was kidnapped and being helped by the armed robbers till he became a member and finally their leader.

Tina while crying told her story too, from the moment she was knocked down by the vehicle, she continued...
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The driver actually picked me up and drove to the hospital, but before we could get to the hospital, he noticed I wasn't breathing, he quickly turned another way and straight to the bush, he dropped me there lifeless and ran away.

Night fell, i was unconscious but what i saw next was that i found myself in a rich man's mansion, i was lying on the bed and was later told the rich man owned the land i was dropped on.
I was curious why the man helped and kept me in his house, it was later i found out his plan.

In a nutshell, i got married to this man and he sponsored my whole education abroad, he made me where i am today.


*****On the Judgement Day*****


This is my Judgement....
" Mr. Tom, the leader of Sunset robbery gangs and his members are found guilty and....
***tears rolled down Tina's eyes as she passed the judgement.***
and this court hereby sentence them all to Life imprisonment with Hard Labour!!!"

Tina's eyes met with Tom's, Tina's face were wet with tears but Tom gave a smile and.....



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Tom looked around in the prison, he saw no one, he listened but could only hear the echo of his silence.
Tina was home weeping, she could believe she sent her own twin brother to jail, she felt helpless and dejected, at that point she missed her mother, she missed her father, she wished life bring them all back together,
Ever since the day she was knocked down on her way to school, she has not seen or hear from her parents. She had no chest to cry on, even though she lives in luxury, life seems to her like a paradise in hell.

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Chief Earnest would breath his last in weeks time, he had been in health of illness for 5years, who knows if he missed his children, Mrs Earnest too was beside him, both of them put on a glance of a tearing heart.

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Tina woke one morning and went straight to the living room, she met her husband with other party members deliberating on the issue of election coming up in two weeks time, upon all force put on by the opponents, Engineer James (Tina's Husband) remain optimistic,
Tine went inside knowing the only chance of getting Tom out of prison is when her husband is successful elected and sworn in as the executive Governor of the state.
She stared at the white bulb above her and made her wishes.

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2weeks later
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Tom was sitting hopeless on the bare stinking floor of his cell, he was falling asleep when he heard a sharp loud noise, he asked a police passing by the cell what happened and he was told the result of the election is out, in tension he asked who the victor was,
But when he heard the result, tears rolled down his eyes, it wasn't Engineer James.
He felt all hope was lost, he threw some words at God in dismay, so this is how i will rot in hell, 'he said to himself'
Who will save me now?, he asked rhetorically,

He gently tore his trouser and weaved it into a rope, he tied it around his neck and help two edges, he knew it was the time to die,
He said one last word "When there is no hope, death becomes a wish",
But before he could pull the rope to strangle himself, he heard a voice coming near his cell, the voice echoed "Son, there is hope".

He waited to see who it was and when the person came, it was......


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FINAL SAGA...


Tom held the edges of the rope, but just before he could pull to strangle himself, he heard a voice said.
"There is hope son"

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The new governor decided to give freedom to some prisoners but no one knows if Tom will be included,
Tina got up one morning, she got dressed and left the house, she headed to the government house in order to meet the new governor on the issue of her twin brother.
On getting there, she waited for hours and when she was let in, the first person she saw was Chief Earnest, she cried and ran into her father's arms.

They both turned playing cats in the presence of the governor, it was then she realised her father was the party chairman, moments of joy sprouted,
Tina went home with her father, but she met her mother in the cold grave outside, she had died.

Mrs Earnest died of illness which could have been a result of a life without her children, Tina wept and wept on the grave,
Chief could not hold his tears too, it was a pity.

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Tom help the door of his cell, he looked inside and waved a bye to the terrifying mosquitoes and termites... FREEDOM AT LAST.

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Chief Earnest sat next to Tina, both of them impatient, trying to figure out Tom among the graduands, unfortunately they could not see him,
Could he have skipped school after his freedom?
It was just about when Chief Earnest wanted to leave in disappointment, he saw his son being called out as the best graduating student.

He finally became a pilot he dreamt of...

Tom ran to Tina's arm then both of them in their father's arm, they smiled and laughed....
But just then Chief said something that calmed their joy,

"How sweet would it have been if your mother is here"...

Mrs Earnest would have muttered from heaven,
"I lived a fulfilled life, a life blessed with Tom and Tina"


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The End
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Written by Micheal Ace


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A man was in his garden one afternoon when he sighted a snake, he made attempt to kill it but the snake moved further to hide in the flowers, the man left the snake and went back inside the house,
The following day, he saw the snake again at the corner of the fence, he tried to kill it but he couldn't take enough time because he was aready late for work.

The man came back in the evening only to meet his wife and son bitten to death by the snake,he wept bitterly and killed the snake that was trying the climb over the fence outside but unfortunately the deed has been done.

LESSON
Dangers are not something to procrastinate on, once noticed is once eradicated,
Immediately you sight something dangerous, don't wait till it cause harm before you harm it.

Note: Dangers might not necessarily be snake as used in the story, they might be an attitude you have, or friends or neighbours,
Just make sure to get rid of evil as soon as they are sighted before they end up causing you tears.

Micheal Ace
16 Jan, 2016
©ACEworld

All about your state of mind

Well as a small child, I never thought I will be a writer because I did and still could do a lot of things but for me to have been a vessel to the spirit of penning.
Am grateful.

I did some introductions now, didn't I?

You would have been thinking, or asking rhetorically what the hell I was trying to portray about myself and that's exactly where State of Mind crops in.

For you could specifically give birth to a thought about me, for you could just at least picture me in your memories then you just have a mind, and that mind must possess a state of its being.

Then that is how we come about The State of Mind or rather the situation of the mind.


Permit me to say this beloved reader, am not the kind that write so lengthy, so please try to decipher the sentences in my word and pages in my sentence.


I will immediately go into the three practical and typical arms of the State of Mind



1. Physical state of Mind

Do you know, that everything that sprouts outside you is a successor of a seed planted in your mind?
Well if you don't know, then follow this illustration.

You walk up to the street one day and see a man dancing while walking, he is grinning, jumping and even singing.

Sire, sorry!!!, Ma, what exactly would come to you as his state of mind?
Well if I am the one, I will think he has won a jackpot, contract worth trillions or finally get a YES from a 'Hard to get' lady.

Those things that can easily be decoded mere focusing on expressions and looks are the physical state of mind,
you will surely think of me as a nut seeing someone in pool of tears and still go ahead to ask, Are you sad?
That's insane or what do you think?

We know somethings to be common sense. These are abilities almost everyone possess unless for the those out of their minds ( the insane), and this our common sense tells us the actual and factual state of mind of a particular person mere welcoming their address, composure and appearance.

You know an hungry man should be angry. Or don't you?

But this physical state of mind can be crippled by some factors we are going to talk about.


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ACEworld Today
23 Nov 2015


STORY
A farmer discovered that he had lost his watch in the barn. It was no ordinary watch because it had sentimental value for him.

After searching the hay for a long while; he gave up and enlisted the help of a group of children playing outside the barn. He promised them that the person who found it would be rewarded.

Hearing this, the children hurried inside the barn, went through and around the entire stack of hay but still could not find the watch. Just when the farmer was about to give up looking for his watch, a little boy went up to him and asked to be given another chance.

The farmer looked at him and thought, “Why not? After all, this kid looks sincere enough.” So the farmer sent the little boy back in the barn. After a while the little boy came out with the watch in his hand! The farmer was both happy and surprised and so he asked the boy how he succeeded where the rest had failed.

The boy replied, “I did nothing but sat on the ground and listen. In the silence, I heard the ticking of the watch and just looked for it in that direction.”
( Source: Virtually copied)



LESSON
A question every human must ask themselves at the break of every day is
" How is my state of mind? "
A free and loose mind will widen its thought and understanding than a clumsy one.

You might need help on this and so will I recommend you to read this article
" All about your state of mind?" by clicking
https://myaceworld./2015/11/23/all-about-your-state-of-mind/

Someone told me, One major thing that affects teenagers or youth in their early 20s is pornography, watching of sex-coupled clips and all.

Then I tend to realise that the smartness of everybody depends solely on how free, clean and spaced their mind is.


Find someone to tell those worries and if you are the type that think its better to keep your worries to yourself then do this...
* get a pen
* write everything down, your problems, worse and good.
* get a clipboard and pin them there
With these, you can free your mind and always reflect on yourself.


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ACEworld Today
22 nov 2015


STORY
A farmer was on his way to his farm when he met an old man, the man called the farmer and said in a soft tone.

" Remember how you keep your hoe whenever you get home from the farm, because one day, the hoe will keep you too"

The farmer was confused but he could not call back the old man, he then rushed home to ask his father the meaning of the word.

He got home and alas, his father had died, he wept for some times, everyone was commenting on his late father's actions, some said he is wicked, some said he is nice and when it was about time to bury his father, he picked his hoe, bent down to the ground and started digging.

He dug to a six feet, he lay his father and cover him with sand. But immediately this is done, the old man he met appeared again and said.

" Son, take heed on your actions to people while you live because they will come back and say it whenever you die just as the hoe you keep will end up keeping you under the ground "



LESSON
Not all of us will be graced to wait peacefully for death on a bed, (these people often find time to reflect on their life) ,
but some might go with accident, plane crash, some might be flooded, some might end up being killed.

But no matter how it comes, people will always say whatever they know about our lives.
Your actions towards them, your impacts in their lives, these things will come back on the day you die not to mourn but to keep you as you have kept them.

"Remember how you keep your hoe because it will one day end up keeping you"


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The Hot seat of the Presidency

Its been quite a while i got infected with a keen interest in politics.
But none of the elected specie of leaders ever got me crazy like GMD.

Well, I frankly got awoken to the flaws of GEJ, as everyone became a staff in the National bureau of Condemners.
What did we call this man?
An ignoramous?.
All because he came like a wave to our emotions, he won our heart and we won him the Hot seat.

Do you remember this advertisement?.
"When I was young, I had no Shoes"

This was the aptitude so lengthy that we became emotionally gummed to this Man's dream,
He got all who were caught in his web scaling the altitude of defence. We fought for him


I really respect bloggers, because that gravely impact, positively and negatively.
This men of the web would keep creating new vibes, be it art, clips, jokes, and all sorts only to let out the shinning stars of Goodluck Jonathan's flaws.

But we were all to blind to see the fire burning under the silvery seat of the presidency. We believed he was just too gentle to power the office, we focused on his smiles and neglected his fears.
We all got him humiliated, disgraced, slandered, but that was part of the gains of ever piloting a nation of Green-White-Green.

Since it was the dry season, we spat at the umbrellas and switched to the party of brooms, APC came like wind and we all joined in the acclaimed sanitation, all to wipe off the stigma of PDP, Goodluck Ebele Jonathan in precise.

..................................

Then so sweet was the visit of General Mohammad Buari, he came as a symbol of the almighty, he was dressed in the robes of authority, wore a stainless smile on a handsome look, believe me, those wrinkles on his face were just a perfect sign of responsibilities.

Maybe because there wasn't a better choice, maybe because we thought he could save us, it might even be due to our eagerness to chase the flies of Jonathan away with raid.
We let him in, we rekindled the fire under that seat thinking it was air-condition, we ushered him to sit, then he placed his buttocks on the upholstery of guilt.


Months went by and now it has begin again, the spirit of the wailers


Seems like he now realise the seat is hot and begin to wail, he made some promises, now he cannot fulfil, he made the front but he cannot retreat.

I recently learnt how Tinubu bashed him to stop saying "Nigeria is broke"

Now i am sure Jonathan will be making chuckles, mocking the Nigerians,

But can we ever learn the lesson of .........

"Trust who to be Trusted but Never depend on Anyone"



An Article titled "The Hot Seat of the Presidency" from the pennings of Micheal Ace




Coming soon is "The wailing and the Wailers ( a collaborating mesh between GMB and Nigerian)

Don't Cry


I
Every moment i take my coat
I could see your eyes would bloat
I wake to answer the street's call
and you sit taking a deep flounce
But baby please don't cry
Your tears might wash my way dry.

II
I know of the pain in lonely sting
and the venoms you need to share
I know of scorpions that only sting
and the stratums you need to fear
Your crown of every single night
Who the hell will take the wear

III
I have to back the black pot
and stir the words while hot
Millions are thirsty for my hunger
The world is hungry for my blunders
The old grin at my parables
The young clutches for my laudables.

IV
I speak the bitters of earth and man
But I won't forget to sing sweet melody
all for your heart and mind
I travel the ins and outs
But will remember to trip you
on the drive from north to south
But anytime I suit to leave
Please don't cry


Micheal Ace
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