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At noon,my friends came to visit me.it was as if they knew I needed them around. we gisted and watch a TV program till 6pm,but I didn't disclose a bit of my dream to them.

At exactly 6.30pm,my mum and I left home to see the pastor.the pastor welcomed us in and we prayed before anything. after exchange of pleasantries,I revealed to the pastor,the dream I had.while the pastor was deep in prayer,I was thinking about dad interpretation of my dream."glory be to God"the pastor praised. the dream you had is your future, you are going to be famous,well loved,respected and wealthy. but.........you need to be prayerful,because in my prayer,i saw a perilous particle laid down on your way.continue with what you love doing,and never giveup.God bless you" the pastor says. we showed our humbled gratefulness and leave for home.

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" can you recall the dream?" she asked."yes....I dreamt that I was all alone,everywhere was so white.suddenly, I saw stars,they all surround me and began to spark..sparking and lifting me up.then I woke up mum". I narrated." wow" my mum pondered. she paused for a while and told me to join her at the dinning.

I had my bath,and zoomed straight down to the dinning.I greeted everyone and sat.it was amazing that my dad didn't even asked the reason I came down late.anyways,I began to eat.after the meal, my mum briefed dad the dream."ooooh,the image is of good one" he said." you see son,let me interprete the dream to you.you are a lawyer on a case in a big court,the stars signifies equity,knowledge and integrity, and you been lifted up signifies victory,you will be a famous lawyer in the future son". he said as he laugh thoroughly. my dad was sometimes irritating, he didn't even emulate a bit from my grandpa.my dad told my mum to go along with me to see the pastor for prayers and possibly interpretation at sunset.

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Its 9am,I was still sleeping.My mum was so nervous because she knew what she did.she came up to my room and woke me up." Son,its 9am already and you are still sleeping,wakeup".she yelled. I was so tired,I never believed I slept till 9am. She told Me to join her at the dinning immediately. "Mum! I dreamt" I uttered.She turned back and sat beside me.

I was still in thought when my mum walks in to the sitting room.The TV was still on ond I wasn't concentrating.She moved towards me waving her hands towards my face to get my attention,but I didn't respond until she taped me on my shoulder, it was as if I lean my shoulder on an electric iron."oh my God! What have you been thinking son?.Now it was as if an angel woke me up from my grave,throwing questions one after the other."What is wrong with you? I've been here 5 minutes ago right in front of you,you didn't even notice."She proceeded. I was out of words,confused at the same time."ooh mum,I was only preparing myself for school,remember dad told me to bring the list of my needs for school".I said boldly.My mum paused,looking at me with a brief smile on her face that asked so many question. I was worried, it was as if she had known that I'm lying,but as a sharp guy I quickly turned the head of the bottle."Mum,I know I will pass my jamb,trust me,that's why I need to get all that I needed early".I never believed that I packaged such lie.my mum said I should have waited till morning before I start my calculation.She also said I should stop disturbing my brain,instead I should make use of the calculator.she walked me to my room and gave me a sleeping tablet which she referred to me as a pain reliever.

At exactly 11pm,I rushed down never to miss a bit.they've all gone to bed.it's "star hunt"as it was written boldly on our big LCD TV screen.I adjust myself in comfort and began to watch.Not too long that I saw a shadow.their was someone right behind me"who could this be" I said to myself.I was scared, thinking it might be my father.I pretend as if I saw nothing. you can imagine how relieved I was when my mum spoke out." son you are watching a program at this time of the night?" she whispered." this is my favourite TV program. please permit me.she smiled at me and went back to bed.

I saw different participants with over whelming talent. I thought of my ability,creativity, my friends and my dreams. I was so confused because I knew my father will hinder,as for my mum,she is understanding.As tears revealed its identity through my tiny pretty eyes,I thought of those quotes uttered by my late grandpa "victory is always possible for the person who refuses to stop fighting, don't limit your challenges; challenge your limits". my granpa was a great man full of wisdom.I just really want to be like him.

As confidence blows on to my heart,I wiped away the tears from my soaked eyes." I'm going to make it.me,my friends,no matter the pains,we will get there" I said emotionally.

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Oooooh......alryt.......We r still leaning......you can check an ongoing work of mine...... ( road to fame)..... I rili want readers to critisize or appraise my work so I could know the faults.......thank you so much

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My precious mum,whom after the incident had been thinking about me.she was so deep in thought that when my friends and i zoomed to the sitting room,her mind didn't inform her.I stayed behind while my friends walk straight up to my room.I was so scared. I taped her right shoulder and she responded with shock that fear my heart." Mum are you okay"I am okay son" she responded..I was anxious because her response speak it all."my friends says hi to you but you were in a deep thought"i proceeded."Ooooh I'm sorry,I'm sure they are in your room."yes mum" I replied. I still felt strongly that their is something wrong with my mum because I had never seen are that way all my life."mum i think I'm famished".....My mum served us pounded yam with egusi soup which is my favourite and we all had fun till sunset.
" Gbaa gbaaaa gban" I quickly rushed for the door.it was my dad.my friends and I greeted him,but he didnt respond, this ain't the usual look of my dad,he look so tired and weak."gush you had an hectic day" I said calmly."get me a glass of water"my dad ordered.
I waved bye to my friends hoping to see them the next day.at the actual time I brought the glass of water,my mum and my little sister were already in the sitting room watching a Mexican soap opera which i never liked."James won't you join us?" My mum asked." You know I never liked Mexican movies" I replied.I I moved straight up to my room expecting a musical program at 11pm.

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" you better talk to your son because I will never allow that to happen."My dad exclaimed.My mum and my little sister came up to my room.I was speechless.My emotion had been battered.
Next day,it was a sunny day, my friends and i were already gathered for our usual rehearsal.I reveal to them all that happened with drop of tears rolling down from my innocent eyes."what are we going to do now?"Mubarak utters.We all paused thinking of what to do.my friends are such a strong fighter.they persevere to succeed which they impact in me.we continue with our rehearsal and move our rehearsals to Paul's place as agreed by the group.

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At night,everyone was already at the dinning eating.I paused for a while communicating with my mind."should I tell my dad about my musical group or........hmmmm,let me tell him,after all he's not God".I said within."Dad,do you love music?I asked." Oooh yes son,I love music and I certainty know that your mum loves music too"he replied with a broad smile on his face."hmmm and why did you ask such question" my dad proceeded."because I love music so much"I replied.With an hooked strange smile on my dad face,I knew I had bitten the hand of a lion."don't tell me you aspire to become a musician"my mum utters.this time I felt uncomfortable as I saw my dad on a weird,awful laughter that wreck my emotion."He cannot mean that,I know my son, he's a good boy" my dad utters.at this time,it was as if I had been thrown into an ocean.I couldn't control my emotion any longer that I rushed straight up to my room.

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After my meal,I hanged out with my friends.I love music so much and also my friends."Let's form a musical group since we have passion for it"I said dramatically.They accepted my ideology and we created a group named "five stars".from then,we started composing musics and reherse together.I love Paul,olumide,Mubarak,and Jude.they are wonderful, though they came from a poor home but I never care.
Next morning, I visited my dad office.but I was stopped by his secretary." Your father is in a meeting, and he does not want to be disturbed" she said calmly.I I sat on a mini aluminium stool hoping he will round up his meeting.Not too long that I began to over hear their conversation." I will signed you this contract just because I trust you,don't let me down".my dad utters. "I'm assuring you that I will not disappoint sir" his business associate says.Alright congratulations" "thank you sir"he responded.As I saw the door opening, I quickly adjust myself." james what are you doing here? Anything you want,we'll talk about it at home okay?"my dad utters." Okay sir" I responded with looks of anxiety as I walked out.

"Krrrrrrr"(alarm rings). I wokeup and look straight to my golden tortoise shaped table watch." Its 8am already wow". I said with white flakes in my tiny looking eyes.I jumped down from my portable water bed and move hurriedly to the bathroom.after my bathe, I put on my newly cartooned silver shirt with a black dirty jeans and move downstaires for breakfast.My parent and my little sister were already on the dinning."Good morning mum and dad "I greated with a broad smile on my innocent face." Why are you late to the dinning?" Mr Wilson which is my dad asked.I brief him the cause of my lateness and he ordered me not to repeat the same again.Mrs rose Wilson which is my mum served us all.
While eating,we heard a strong knock on our iron door."gbaaaa gbaaa gbaa"I quickly rushed to open the door in the process thinking of who it was."oooooh"I groaned.Its my father business associate, Mr chukwu, he was in a shinning black suit,ash and red fashioned tie and a black trouser."you are welcome sir" I said calmly." Thank you" he responded with a brief smile on his fatty face.he walks in and sat on the Choco brown cushion waiting for my dad.

Road to fame is a fictional story with fictional characters originally written by noble.I implored first person narrative technique to make it real.

This is a story of a young man whom against all odds fulfilled his heart desire......

(Passion is a great motivator)

Your criticisms, apraisals and comments is welcomed. Hope you enjoy it.

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Dear my noble readers,what do u think about the end of my novella? Pls be sincere

That's the fact bro......peoples heart are invisible..We need to be careful..,..and tanks for da comment..... I shall begin my next story very soon

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