KarmaMod:

*claps like a lunatic for Titi*

Woooo Hoo! I loved it! Wow, I almsot felt the madness myself. Titi you outdone yourself. Utterly Brilliant

may u no go clap kolo for real

Lasiefaire that was nice but erm which scenario was that supposed to be for?

StephenP:

Lasiefaire that was nice but erm which scenario was that supposed to be for?

leave me jo 

Insert the role play or play the role you want. Just start with " Where were you last night?"

No sir. Here we go according to the rules. I want to say it could be Life Changing Experience.

StephenP:

No sir. Here we go according to the rules. I want to say it could be Life Changing Experience.

gbam. There you go. It's a life changing experience.

lmao

@stephen

can the next scenario be anger??

Ruby_Pearl:

Nice one LadyT, Stephen et Oyinye.

Love them.

@LadyT
In you stories, you come up with names of men I know!

Tunde! memories.

Thank You very much!!

onyinye2:

@stephen

can the next scenario be anger??

K, Ms. T and I will look into it as soon as people drop what they want to write on.

StephenP:

K, Ms. T and I will look into it as soon as people drop what they want to write on.

oka i will wait, but i really want to write about anger.

Fear

I can't move. . . . .

I remember waking up. . . taking a shower, getting a ride to school. Oh how I long for those basic moments! How beautiful, how perfect in their utter simplicity. . . but it will never be the same. My sense of security forever dashed, my equanimity shattered. I knew there was something wrong. . . just couldn't place my finger on it. All day this sense of evil, a feeling of deep foreboding followed me around like an ominous, pregnant thunder cloud. Pastor Femi at bible study must have felt it too. . . his words still reverberate in my skull. . . 'What if you died today? What if you were shot? Would you end up in hell?'

We heard it on the news daily - armed robbers on Teju Street kill 2. . . . masked gunmen destroy a family on Usman Drive. . . Men of the night, death dealers - they struck again and again leaving tears in their wake. I always feared it would be our turn, our roll of the dice to meet the devil face to face. We were always careful - no late nights, no late visitors, watch your back before getting in. . . but it didn't stop them.

Knock Knock! 'ehm, its me, Mrs Oguntala' What did she want? 'ehm, ehm. . . I just came to greet madam o!' I hear Ronke, my sister, let her in. . . but its not just her, two hefty men with eyes like death follow her in, armed with black pistols. There I was finishing my drawing assignment, then I heard my sister scream.
'Lie down! I say Lie down! Where is your mother? Where is your brother? Where is your gun? They sent us to kill you!' My stomach dropped - sheer paralysis numbed my limbs, I could not move. 'Who else is in this house? Who else? Are you lying? If you don't talk I will shoot you and shoot your daughter!' What have I done?

I came home late, and in my reclusive manner I just went into my room, no one knew I was home! Would I be the death of my family? My brain screamed 'GO OUT!!' But fear held me back. . . what if they shoot thinking I'm armed? What if they violate my sister? Will I cower in silence while my family dies? I am sweating. . . a cold, clammy hand has seized my heart, If I don't die from a gun shot, fear will surely be my executioner. I hear them coming. . . 'Where is the money? I say show me where you kept it! If I find you are hiding anything you are dead today!' Doors opening and slamming shut, drawers flung onto the floor, I hear my mother plead 'Oga that is all, please don't hurt us' 'Sharrap! Where is the rest? I know you have more!' came the gruff retort.

I hear them move from room to room, inexorably moving towards mine at the end of the hallway. 'There is nothing there! It is my son's room and he is still at extra lesson!' Oh dear God! Is it how it ends? I die because of my introverted nature or worse. . . my family bears the brunt?
The door opens. . . . I stop breathing, hoping, no, praying that they change their minds and leave. . . Suddenly the room is flooded with light! Stunned I fall against the shelf. "I knew it! You will pay for this! Foolish woman, I will teach you a lesson!'

GBAAAAA!!!!

A shot rings out. Have i done it? Have I killed my mother? Oh God let me die, let me die too. But I can't move, I am paralysed by fear where I fell, shivering like a malaria victim. Oh God, take me back to this morning. . . to the smell of cut fresh cut grass on the school lawn, to the simple things. I feel my heart dying, choked by fear . . . . my fear will kill me, but has it killed my mother too? I still can't move. . . . . .

@debosky, one word, damn! It was really descriptive and racy. Really good yo, really good.

@debosky

Wow that was extraordinary. i was literally leaning at the edge of my seat like "OMG please say this isnt about to turn out like this" i loved it.Great job.

Thanks guys, I actually felt it was too long; glad you enjoyed it.

@stephen

oka, im not seeing any suggestions. . . can we please have the scenario as anger??

Scenario 7 - Anger

The other scenarios are

1) Falling in Love for the first time

2) You just found out that your boy/girlfriend or spouse cheated on you

3) The club

4) Erotica (sensual not necessarily the nitty gritty cause then that's porn)

5) Life changing moment

6) Fear

thank you very much sir

what happened to murder?

I want to do muder jo

Debosexy,

Nice one. .

@grandpa
abi o, tell them!

We want MURDER! we want Murder!

;d ;d ;d

Very nice Debo. Was loving it and no it wasnt too long. Maybe I didnt mind cos it was very interesting and engaging

Lasifaire, where exactly is the life changing moment in your write up? or is to to be continued?

KarmaMod:

Very nice Debo. Was loving it and no it wasnt too long. Maybe I didnt mind because it was very interesting and engaging

Lasifaire, where exactly is the life changing moment in your write up? or is to to be continued?

I suggested that because at the end or close to the end, his father's image flashes before him and tells him to put family before work and then we given the impression that the main character will change his ways.

@ Doyin and Ruby, ok we'll have murder after people have put up their anger scenes, I promise.

This is so funny Debo CLAIMED he could not write!

Warra hell!!! That was so yummy I loved it. You left us on a cliff hanger.

Ok Stephen has spoken its Anger then. Hmmmmmmmm

ANGER

Daddy's Girl

I was your self proclaimed "Daddy's Girl". Every where he went, I was his shadow. He was my honorary guest to all my Tea Parties. I was Lady Onyinye III while he was Sir Daddy. We would go to the park and play "Hide and seek." I was so easy to spot. When he would find me, he'd pick me up and tickle me. I would laugh so hard, not even an audience of Chris Rock could compare. One night we went camping. He pointed to a star and said "You see that baby, that star is just like you. It is a beautiful gift to the world. That is why I named you Onyinye." I loved my daddy. He was my hero, my strength, my Daddy. When I was ever upset he would sing this song,
"Baby, baby why you sad,
Climb into the arms of Dad
Every thing will be oka,
Tomorrow will bring a new day."
I was living the fantasy life. Just me, my moms, and my father. Little did I know that reality will come a knocking.

It was late July and the weather was hotter than Terrence Howard. My father was acting very subtle. Something wasn't right. His eyes once filled with love, were possessed with ail and anxiety. I climbed on to his lap, "Sir Daddy, what's wrong?" He reluctantly smiled and uttered "It sure is hot. Let me get some ice cream for desert." A huge kool-aid smile ran across my face. "Cookies N' Cream, Please." He nodded with a tear in his eye. "Sure baby girl. I will always love you." He hugged me and left the house. Why was there a tear in his eye and why did that feel like a good bye? Mayne I'm straight up tripping right now. He is just going out for ice cream, right?

So we waited for him. And waited. Still no sign of him. Anxiety slowly began to captivate my moms. She commanded me to go bad. "Mommy when is Daddy coming home?" "I don't know damn it" I ran into my room in tears. I couldn't sleep so I sang th song my dad made up. Tears engulfed my pupils even more. I prayed to God to please bring him home so we could be a family every night for ten years straight. God never answered my prayers.

It was my 18th birthday. My mom and her stupid ass boyfriend, Leo bought me a Pontiac Solstice. Just what I wanted. "Oka baby blow your candles and make a wish." said leo. "I'm not your baby." i blew out my candles and for once i didn't wish to see my dad but for my moms hoe of a boyfriend to get the hell out of our lives. I told her he was no good. And he wasn't. The things he has done to me, only my Savior knows my dirty little secret. No matter what i told her, she would defend him. What a wonderful person I have for a mom. Later on that day I went to the "Koffee Spot" to think. And besides it was Friday, my mom and her hoe were getting freaky and there is no way in hell im staying in that forsaken house to hear "Deeper Leo, deeper." GROSS!!! So at the "Koffee Spot", i just sat there and thought, "My life is really bleeped up" The handsome waiter took my order. When he came back, he started a conversation. We talked for hours then exchanged numbers. Three years later we would get married and have a son.

One day i came home after picking up Ricky, our son from daycare. I walked in to the house to see a man sitting on our couch. He looked familiar but i couldn't put my hands on it. Then he spoke, "Hey baby girl, it's me. Sir Daddy." Tears rushed into my eyes. It was my father. For years i thought when i saw him again i would rush into his arms but something came over me.

"What the hell are you doing here uh? Do you know how many fucking years since you left me? 13 fucking years. I cried my fucking damn eyes out for 10 years for your trifling ass to come home. Where the hell were you? Where were you on my birthday? Where the hell were you on Christmas as Thanksgiving? Where the hell were you when i was getting raped and molested by my mom's bleeped up boyfriend? Where were you when i was screaming for him to get off? Where the hell were you when i had to go to the clinic to see if i was pregnant with a rape baby? Where the hell were you when i graduated? Where the hell were you when you were suppose to walk me down the aisle? Where the hell were you when i was in the delivery room having my baby? Where the hell were you when i needed you? You know what, get the hell out of my life and to hell with you. With yo bleeped up ass. I hate you."

I became enraged. I tore into my kitchen and started throwing glass on the floor. I took a piece and cut myself with it. Then I throw anything i could get my hands on. My son began to cry. The look in his eyes screamed terror. Oh gawd, what have i done? I broke down on the floor. My hands covered in blood from the glass. My dad came and wrapped his arms around me and sang,

"Baby, baby why you sad,
Climb into the arms of dad
Every thing will be okay
Tomorrow will bring a new day"

Nice one Onyinye

Leo needs to die@ Oyinye

I really liked it. I think this is your best so far!

LadyT:

Leo needs to die@ Oyinye

I really liked it. I think this is your best so far!

Thank you very much . To tell you the truth, i find it so much easier to right about anger than love or passion. which is pretty strange considering me.

CH3COO:

ahh, story too advanced for your liking??

So much emotion . . . I like, I like.

Anger

“Give me all your food!” He yelled at me and my roommates. This was the fourth night in a row a damned senior had come into our room to “obtain” us. We constantly reported to the school administrators but they said they wanted solid evidence as if the finger and belt prints on our chests and back, our cut lips and swollen faces on those of us who did not submit themselves were not enough. We knew they were afraid to punish the seniors because of what they might do. But who wasn’t? It seemed like we would rather do as they wished than fight for what is rightfully ours, yet no matter how hard we try, we just cannot do enough to please them instead it only became worse. For example, 3 nights ago I was woken up by a senior at about 2 am and he wanted me to wash his clothes (boxers included) and make sure they were dry before breakfast time, 7 am. I unconsciously thought out loud, “How the hell am I supposed to do this at night? There is no freakin’ sun!” and I got three hard slaps across the face. I saw his lips moving but I could not hear a word of what he was saying; all I could hear was what seemed like static and that is the last I remember because I blacked out.

Now this bastard has come to make sure we die of hunger again tonight. I would have felt a lot better if they actually ate the food they took from us rather than throw it away or leave it out to rot like they did. I saw him go from locker to locker collecting food and any other thing that he fancied while the owner of the locker just stood beside him…watching…looking like he did not know that he was being robbed. The closer he got to my locker, the faster my heart beat. Even though I had been through this many times before, every time felt like the first time except now I was angry. Angry that none of the seniors could control themselves and treat us like their brothers not slaves, that the fucking school will not listen to us and come to our aid, that my parents brought me to this fucking school in fact this bleeped up country to suffer when I wanted to stay with them and the rest of my family in the US. But now was not yet the time to get angry so I calmed down and put my camera in the pockets of my boxers that I had recently sewn in Home Economics class and walked up past the senior to a boy who had already been obtained and passed the camera to him and told him the signal.

Eventually, the senior got to me and said, “Oya comot all the food for your locker.” “No” I replied and looked at him defiantly in the eyes. He looked at me and backed up, “O boy, se you dey craze? My own slap no go be like that other senior’s own o, if I wooze you, you go land ICU fast fast. Now move!” “No,” I yelled walking closer to him, “you are going to have to either push and/or beat me first.” He dropped all the food and was about to hit me then there was a flash. He froze and turned his head to the side and saw the boy holding my camera and turned back at me and I smiled. I grabbed the camera and pulled out the memory stick. I yelled for someone to lock both exits, then, I pulled out my belt and to join me in beating him with no reservations. He begged so helplessly that one would think we were the evil ones but we know his pride would not let him report us. Ain’t so tough now, huh?

I printed out the picture and sent it to the principal. The senior ratted out the other bullying seniors and they all got suspended for a semester. I guess you can have your cake and eat it.

Lol. . .I cant imagine having to live life with a beating always around the corner but sadly enough there are many schools that this sort of bullying happens to