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Literature › Re: I'm Human...honest!!(werewolf) by pabon(op): 2:32am On Jul 02, 2014
Chapter 1 - Alexis returns
I got off the plane in California.
"Hombre estupido me hace cambiar de
pais," i mumbled annoyed.
Stupid man making me move country is what
i just said. Grabbing my two cases and two
duffel bags i put them on a cart and
wheeled them to the entrance. A man
appeared and I knew who he was
immediately, it was my dad. He was holding
a sign that said Alexis Matthews on it. I
stood and stared at him for a while. Feeling
nervous I slowly started to walk over.
"Alexis?" he greeted me with a hesitant
smile.
"John," I said with a slight grimace.
He forced a smile, probably hurt by my lack
of acknowledgment of him being my Father.
"The car is outside," he gestured behind
him looking nervous and uncomfortable.
I walked past him and heard him quickly
stride to catch up with me. We walked in a
cold silence, past crowds of people
clutching their luggage tightly in case
random terrorists planted bombs in their
luggage without them noticing. I rolled my
eyes at their idiocy.
Once outside, John led me to a sleek black
car and I quirked an eyebrow. Mercedes-
Benz CL-class. Didn't think that was the
type of car he was interested in.
After throwing my stuff in the boot, I
climbed into the passenger seat and buckled
myself in. John shut the driver's door and
clipped his own seatbelt around him. I took
the time to get a good look at him. Dark
blond hair that was turning grey at the top
and tired lines around his eyes. Aside from
that he looked well for his age. Removing
my phone from my pocket, I plugged my
earphones in and then popped an earbud in
each ear.
The car pulled to a stop and I opened my
eyes, ditching the pretence of being asleep.
Wordlessly, seeing the huge house before
us, I climbed out the car and recovered my
stuff.
"Welcome home Lex," John greeted me with
a broad smile.
"Alexis," I corrected him, "and this isn't
home."
With that said, I strode past him and up to
the house. My sandals made a dull thud
when they hit the wide wooden steps of the
porch. There were double doors in front of
me, a very pristine white colour with fancy
gold letterbox, knocker and doorknobs.
John appeared beside me and opened the
left door, gesturing for me to enter first.
"Would you like to meet-"
"I'd like to go to my room. Long journey," I
said, Spanish accent strong.
John nodded understandingly and headed
right to big, marble stairs at the side of
the wide entryway. Again, my sandals were
quite loud as they hit the marble, the sound
echoing around the silent room. We didn't
stop at the first floor but carried on to the
second. John led me silently down a long
hallway to a door around three quarters of
the way down.
"Here you go. Dinner will be in three hours
if you want to rest before coming down,"
John informed me.
I cautiously opened the oak door and
stepped inside, dropping my bag to the side.
The room was stunning. It was huge, a
Queen size bed against the left wall and on
the wall across from me was a large window
with a window seat. To my right was a wall
of mirrors and my eyes noticed that the
middle two appears to open so I guess
there was a closet behind them. In the
room was a big desk with a laptop on and a
few bookcases. A big TV was on a small
bookcase at the bottom of my bed and
beside the bed was another door. En suite?
"I didn't think you were a girly girl so we
went for red, black and silver," John
explained.
I nodded, overwhelmed by the room. John
walked out, leaving me to it I guess, and I
shuffled to the door. I shut the door after
John and sat down on the bed. I won't call
him dad, ever. Sighing I laid back on my
bed and knitted my hands together. Without
any warning tears began to flow down my
face.
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Literature › Re: I'm Human...honest!!(werewolf) by pabon(op):
Warning:This is a copyrighted work and
shouldn't be reproduced in any form.

Prologue
I chucked my bag down by the door then raced into the kitchen.
"Mum..." I trailed off.
She wasn’t there; she was always cooking dinner when i came home. Frowning I searched the whole bottom floor then headed upstairs slowly.
As I passed her bedroom I heard raised
voices. I peered through a crack in the door and was shocked. My mum was laid on her bed and four men were surrounding her. Another man had a gun and was pointing it at her head. Why wasn’t she doing anything? True she had been
depressed ever since dad left
five years ago but still, what about me? I tried to go in to help but she used her
powers to keep me out the door, to remove my powers and silence me. More importantly though she masked my presence so the men couldn’t tell
I was there.
"Your husband told us where you were so now we’ve come to kill you," the leader grinned.
My genie senses kicked in and i knew they were telling the truth. He told them where we were?
I know he hated us but that’s a bit far right?
Sniffing I knew instantly that they were
werewolves.
"Where’s your daughter?" the leader asked.
"She died," my mum choked out.
The man growled and stepped forward. He forced my mum’s mouth open and rammed pills down her throat.
"Swallow," he snarled.
Obediently she swallowed and he chucked a bunch of pills around her. Then he pulled out a knife. Bending down he dragged it across her wrists and slit them wide open.
Blood poured out onto the bed and my
breath caught. The men smirked and
jumped out the window. I was stuck where I was for a few minutes till mum’s powers faded away. Overpowering her powers now they were weak enough I rushed into the bedroom. I bent down by her side and held onto her. Immediately i knew it, my mum’s dead. The men killed my mother. Tears poured down my face and I held onto her getting blood all over me.
"Mum," I choked out shaking her.
It was no use, she’s dead. I got up and
walked out the house. Crying I started to walk and walk. I didn’t know where I was going or when I was coming back. All I knew was to walk until I could walk no more.
Literature › I'm Human...honest!!(werewolf) by pabon(op): 2:17am On Jul 02, 2014
Ok...
So,I lost the story I was working on before buh there's no use crying over spilt milk..
Here's another story in a genre I like really much.I sincerely hope you'd like it.
Business › Re: Football Betting Season 8...AGE!!! by pabon(m): 6:14pm On Jul 01, 2014
[quote author=Ab;mbola]whch Bookie?[/quote]Both Merrybet and Nairabet.
Business › Re: Football Betting Season 8...AGE!!! by pabon(m): 5:49pm On Jul 01, 2014
[quote author=Ab;mbola]*BookMaker Tricks*
1/7/2014
*FOOTBALL*
°CLUB FRIENDLY GAMES°
(ND Triglav -:- HNK Rijeka)
HOME WIN
odd:8:30

OR

Handicap 1:0
odd:3.20
Time:17:00
Confidence 60%
°BOOKIE NAIRABET°

(KSV Roeselare -:- SV Zulte Waregem )
HOME WIN
odd:5.30

OR

Handicap 1:0
odd:2.25
Time:17:00
Confidence 60%
BOOKIE NAIRABET

(FC Rostov -:- NK Dinamo Zagreb)
AWAY WIN
odd:2.30

OR

Handicap 0:1
odd:1.40
Time:17:00
Confidence 60%
BOOKIE,NAIRABET
#TEAM NO STATISTICS#[/quote]I couldn't find these games.Please help me out.I'm using a mobile phone(blackberry).
Business › Re: Football Betting Season 8...AGE!!! by pabon(m): 5:28pm On Jun 29, 2014
[quote author=Ab;mbola]Guy,I greatly respect you.I have been watching you closely and your picks are almost always correct(like 95 percent).For that I greatly admire you.
But I've got one request.Can you please always post your picks stating the time and the bookie that give the odds?[/quote]
European Football (EPL, UEFA, La Liga) › Re: Manchester City Vs Arsenal - (6 - 3) On 14th December 2013 by pabon(m): 2:35pm On Dec 14, 2013
GOOD NEWS! The news on Koscielny's
injury is that it is only a cut, meaning he might only
be out for a week or two.
European Football (EPL, UEFA, La Liga) › Re: Manchester City Vs Arsenal - (6 - 3) On 14th December 2013 by pabon(m): 2:31pm On Dec 14, 2013
City seem to have survived the scare of
Walcott's equaliser. The Koscielny injury is also a
stroke of luck for the home side. Away fans will be
worried as the problem looks potentially serious.
Sports › Re: Ronaldinho, Leonel Messi And RIVALDO Whose Barcelona Best Player? by pabon(m): 12:46pm On Dec 14, 2013
Its obvious.Ronaldinho stands tall among them.
Sports › Re: Van Persie Considers His Future At Manchester United by pabon(m): 12:33pm On Dec 14, 2013
He shouldn't go ooo...He is very well needed.I hope his long spells of injury hasn't started again.
Literature › Re: Call Of The Wind: THE GENESIS [Magic] by pabon(op): 10:20am On Dec 14, 2013
Chapter two loading....
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Literature › Re: Call Of The Wind: THE GENESIS [Magic] by pabon(op): 10:01am On Dec 14, 2013
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He moved away from the book in fear.He winched in pain as the pain on his palm grew.
What had he indulged himself in?What evil had he brought upon himself?
What was the way out?The way to prevent the greater trouble that may result from it?Destroy it.

Yes,that was it.He should destroy it.

He advanced to the spot where he had placed the book,the light that once illuminated the book making it possible for him to read it in darkness wasn't there anymore.He searched the floor blindly with his left hand but it was no more.

"Where?",he said aloud.A pang of fresh fear blew across him.
"What more evil would he be expecting?"
He stooped down and sat on the floor,thinking,shrieving.He thought of a million and one things that could happen if he slept.He couldn't,wouldn't.He stayed awake for hours until he unconciously drifted into sleep.

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The sound of a cock crowing from a distant woke him up.He staggered up.
"What had been thinking about before he slept?"
The answers didn't take long to come out of his brain.He quickly checked his palm to see the scar but gone it was.
"Was all that a dream?"
No,it couldn't be for he had felt the raw pain,the burning sensation.
"So where had it gone?"

He walked out of his,room,no prison.That's what he saw it out.But he couldn't understand.Why did his master Manterror hate him so much as to let him sleep in a room as deleterious as that.What had he done to deserve such a life not even meant for pigs?
He had heard from one of the cooks the situation surrounding his early days.He had been taken from an orphanage where his no-good LovePeddler of a mother had abadoned him.The Lord Manterror had seen him in one of his philanthropic visit to the orphanage.He had been lucky to have been spotted,or unlucky he thought.He would give everything to go back to that orphanage.
He walked towards the east end of the mansion and was about climbing the stairs that led to his master,Manterror's room when he heard a screeching sound.He spinned around at once but didn't see anything,or anyone.
His heart skipped a beat.He was sure that it wasn't a fragment of his wild immagination.He had heard it.

"Who's there?"

He got no reply.He took a second glance at the direction where he thought the sound had come from,still he saw nothing.He shrugged and moved on.He had hardly moved two steps when he heard the same sound.He swirled around at once to see the object glide out of sight.He paused and them decided to walk towards it.The end where the object had disappeared into was dark.He strained his eyes trying to make out the object in the dark.
"Move no closer!"

He paused.
"Who are you?"
"Just an informant.I've come to warn you of the impending danger lurking around this place.You life is in great danger.You have been marked for death.Save yourself,run away!"
"Bu...but to where...how.?why...who are you even?"

No reply.

He advanced forward.He swinged his hand as he went so he could maybe catch a piece of his cloth.But alas,he was gone.
He walked back and made towards his master's room.When he got there,he met a very angry Sir Manterror.
"Why are you late?"
"I was...em...I didn't..."
"....didn't wake up in time.Isn't it?Well well well,my charm,Gofrin has been complaining of your unruly behavior.He said he refused to make his bed yesterday and that you even make heat of him...."
"....but I never..."
"Oh shurup!You don't know the sacrifice I've had to pay for bringing you up.I give you my food,give you a place to lay your thick skull and a place to call home.One of these days,I'll have you thrown out.Maybe then you'll see how much of a help I have been."

Oh,how he wished he would just give that order.He'd the happiest person.Not having to work all day,eat once a day,endure Gofrin's naggings and Bullshits.He'd love that to his last breath.
But where would he go really?who'd be willing to take him in..who did he have in this place,or anywhere else.Twas the bitter truth;his master had really done a lot for him.

"For today,you will wash all the linens in the courtyard,scrub all the floors,polish the tables and chairs in the sitting room,and then fill the tanks with water."

He didn't know whether to cry or sob.It was way more work than was meant for someone his age.Filling the tanks alone would take more than half the day.He felt like killing himself.But what good would that do?It wouldn't stop the injustice.None cared.His death wouldn't cause so much as a blinking of Gofrin or Manterror's eyes.They would find a replacement for him the very next day.He had to be courageous.He braced himself and began moving towards the courtyard.


***************************************
11.45pm
He had just finished filing the tanks with water and still he hadn't tasted anything.He was so very tired.He dragged his now heavy body to the kitchen.The place had been cleared and he couldn't see any food.Then looked at the corner of a sink and saw something wrapped in tissue.He quickly took it.He opened it to find some piece of fried meat and bread.This hasn't been left there by mistake.Twas the chief cook,Mr Mutton.He had been everly so kind.

"Maybe he could let me in his home should I be thrown out",he thoughted.

He bit hard into the meat and hate very greedily.He had to gather enough strength for tomorrow.

Ten minutes later...

He was okay now and he walked tiredly to his sleeping zone where he would have to battle the cockroaches and mices with which he shared the place.
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Literature › Re: Call Of The Wind: THE GENESIS [Magic] by pabon(op): 10:43am On Dec 13, 2013
Please lemme know what you think about my write-up.I could do with some encouragement or constructive criticism.I want to know how my piece is being seen so I'd know how to go about completing it.
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Phones › Re: Tips That Makes Your Phone's Battery Last Longer by pabon(m): 9:50pm On Dec 12, 2013
bastien: Broda n sister,if u like try am for bb,na F9 u go get,bb na dead,I just dey wait 4 d right time to get my andriod,cus tenco n samsung never do my type!!!




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All d plenty fones wey dem doh make and your type never stil show.abi na d one wey get 6G network you de wait for.I hail oo
Celebrities › OJB Jezreel Revealed That Cheques Given To Him Bounced. by pabon(op): 3:18pm On Dec 12, 2013
Few months ago, there were calls made out to
save ace singer-cum-producer, OJB Jezreel.
Shortly after the passionate appeal to save his life from a kidney failure was made, some Nigerians took it upon themselves to help him raise the needed N16million for his treatment abroad.
Few days ago, OJB Jezreel returned from India,
after a successful surgery in the Asian country. His wife was his saviour as she donated one of her kidneys to save her husband.
Speaking in an interview, OJB Jezreel revealed that some cheques issued by donors were bounced at the bank.
“There are well meaning and bitter people in
Naija. Most people were just complaining and these people didn’t even donate. All the
figures flying in the air then were just fake and make-belief from different angles because if we had the money we wouldn’t have the governor donate N16million,” he
said.

He lamented further that, “tots of cheques that
some people donated bounced. I don’t want to
mention names and when we called them to come
for their cheques they didn’t come for it. We didn’t want to talk about it in the media because it was about saving a life.”

SOURCE»http://www.spyghana.com/ojb-jezreel-reveals-that-cheques-given-to-him-bounced/
Literature › Re: Call Of The Wind: THE GENESIS [Magic] by pabon(op):
-------------------CONTINUATION-------------------

He read on...
"The magic book reveals secrets that are unknown to ordinary beings neither indeed can be. It makes and also destroys kings. It is not a childish affair. Indepth concentration and focus is required to fully comprehend the mysteries found therein. I advise that if you have come across this book by mistake to immediately return it and not continue in what could lead to your demise. The magic book will not be held responsible for the effect it may have on the reader..."
He paused for a while. The book talks like its has a personality. Why was he having the feeling that something was about to go wrong? Why did he feel the urge to close the book shut, strap it and hide it, forever? Anyways, nothing could be more dementing than his present state. He was not afraid. He had seen the worse: sleep in a room filled with worms, gone to the Albanian forest alone at night unguarded,and worse still, attended to Gofrin's stupendously stupid tasks for a whole day. Certainly, it couldn't get worse. He braced himself. He turned the next page and saw what looked like a hollow that had been created to fit the hand. He tried fitting his left hand but it didn't fit as it was meant to fit the right. It wasn't that he didn't know, but he thought that it would be better(should it be the case) to lose his left rather than his right hand which happened to be his better ha nd. He had to choice but to place his right hand if he was to advance further and dig up more secrets. He seemed bent on discovering the hidden secrets, an attitude that had often times gotten him into trouble.

He fitted his hand in and it was a perfect fit. He waited for something to happen but nothing did. Just as he was about to remove his hand,he felt his hand press tightly against the hollow. He tried removing it but it got tighter. He began to feel a burning sensation,like the ball of his palm was being roasted. He gave an effort to yell but no sound came out. The sensation got worse and just as a tear made its way down his face, it stopped. The grip on his hand had also loosened. He hurriedly pulled his hand out. He examined it only to find to his greatest awe missed with dismay, a golden star engraved on it.
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What could this mean...a punishment for his over curiosity, or a gift?
We will find out soon
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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Politics › India Reversal On Gay Rights by pabon(op): 4:50am On Dec 12, 2013
India’s Supreme Court issued a disgraceful ruling
against human rights in reinstating a law that bans gay sex. On Wednesday, the court reversed a landmark 2009 decision by the Delhi High Court
that decriminalized sex between consenting adults regardless of their gender.
At issue is Section 377 of India’s Penal Code
barring “carnal intercourse against the order of
nature,” a holdover from British colonial law dating back to 1861. In practice, this law had largely been used by police to threaten and blackmail gays,lesbians and transgender people.
Following the ruling, India’s crimes bureau stated
ominously that it will begin compiling crime
statistics under Section 377 as early as next year.
Violation of the law is punishable by a fine and up
to 10 years imprisonment.
Gay-rights supporters took to the streets in New
Delhi in protest, vowing to continue their fight for
equal rights and dignity under the law. Human
rights groups, including Human Rights Watch and
Amnesty International, roundly condemned the
Supreme Court decision.
In its 2009 ruling, the Delhi High Court said Section 377 violated the guarantees of equality and privacy in the country’s Constitution. The Supreme Court disagreed. Writing for the court, Justice Ganpat Singh Singhvi threw the issue to lawmakers,stating that Parliament was “free to consider the desirability and propriety of deleting Section 377 I.P.C. from the statute book or amend the same as per the suggestion made by the attorney general.”
The court’s statement inviting the Legislature to
amend the law is disingenuous. Given the fractious nature of India’s Parliament, the conservative views of many of its members, and the political stakes in the run-up to general elections next spring, the Legislature is unlikely to take up this issue on its own.
Prime Minister Manmohan Singh now has an
opportunity to leave a lasting legacy of progress
before his government steps down next spring. His cabinet should act immediately to seek a repeal of Section 377. This 1861 law has no place in a 21st-century democracy.
SOURCE» http://mobile.nytimes.com/2013/12/12/opinion/indias-reversal-on-gay-rights.html
Literature › Re: Call Of The Wind: THE GENESIS [Magic] by pabon(op): 10:35pm On Dec 11, 2013
I really don't know why the spacing isn't working.
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Literature › Re: Call Of The Wind: THE GENESIS [Magic] by pabon(op): 10:27pm On Dec 11, 2013
_____________CONTINUATION_____________


Back in his room,George opens the parcel carefully as he ate the last of the leftover of bread that had come from the Gofrin's table.
It was a book.It looked old but the cover had to have been made from some hard material because it had no sign of a tear.It was titled

WISDOM FOR TEENS
BY
GAMIC FO SETCRES

He opened the book and on the front page was a picture of a man,his wife and their little son who appeared to be about a year old.

"In loving memory of KING PRINCE"

Who was this King Prince and why did his name seem to ring a bell?

He asked himself.The name,the name.He remembered now.About a fortnight ago,he had gone to give his master Sir Manterror news of the readiness of his breakfast when he had heard him(Sir Manterror) in a deep discussion of some sought.On closer a look,he had discovered that he wasn't actually talking with anyone but was thinking aloud.
"It can't be.The last of the nobles have been destroyed.I watched King Prince bleed to death.It can't be!"

"What could be troubling the great warrior?"he had asked himself.Well,he shouldn't bother about matters that didn't concern him,he had concluded.

Looking at the photograph,he saw a certain resemblance to the man in the picture but he quickly pushed the thought aside.It would really be foolish to think he was related to royalty.He sighed and read on.

"The book you now wield holds the keys to a thousand questions great minds have searched and researched about and have never seen.
What you see here shall be to my account but your actions and their consequences forthwith.you shall bear and you alone."

"Interestingly cunning!"he muttered to himself as he turned the next page.

" In the beginning it existed yet unknown to all creatures.The deep secrets are open to only those who seek deligently.
Eyes looking but seeing nothing,ears hearing but discerning nothing.Nose smelling but perceiving nothing.Physical senses alone cannot comprehend the greater knowledge that roams the earth.
Do you think you are reading another mere fiction or do you not know that what you are about to embark upon may change the course of your destiny foreverhuh
Look again.Those with talents inborn will discern the truth.A puzzle to solve.A mystery to discover


NATURE PLAYING THE SCRAMBLE GAME
BEYOND THE LETTERS LIES THE NAME "


He shut the book closed and murmured the words.They weren't ordinary,they meant something.He reached to open the book but then something caught his attention.The name of the author read GAMIC FO SETCRES.
BEYOND THE LETTERS....

Yes,something wasn't right.The name had been scrambled.
He tried rearranging the letters and in about ten minutes,came out with a shocking conclusion.The scrambled name was actually the original name of the book;SECRETS OF MAGIC.


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Literature › Re: Call Of The Wind: THE GENESIS [Magic] by pabon(op): 7:09pm On Dec 11, 2013
I will continue tomorrow or probably this night.I'm hoping people would like this and that I won't get too much criticism.Good night pals.
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Literature › Re: Call Of The Wind: THE GENESIS [Magic] by pabon(op):
CHAPTER ONE

The kitchen seemed busier than he had ever seen. Everyone seemed to be really busy cooking,steaming,stewing and frying. He looked around to see where the aroma that stuck to his nose was coming from. There it was,a mountainous cake had been baked. On seeing him,the baker smiled and handed him a piece but was surprised to be dealt a thunderous slap instead. He jerked up but couldn't see anything. Then a torch shone blinding his eyes.
"Will yu geh d f'ck up you little pumpkin?"
"Oh!"
Twas all a dream. He sighed,dragged himself up and cleaned himself of the dust that clung to his body. He coughed loudly deliberately much to the annoyance of the guard.
He was escorted to the room of Gofrin. When they got to the door,the guard left him. He stood waiting at the door.
"Do you seriously think I would waste my saliva calling your cursed name? C'mon,drag your stupid ass in you pitiful,foul smelling son of a leper!"
George moved quickly into the room and knelt down.
"Good mourning,my lout!",his tactical use of words would have gone unnoticed but for the smirk that lingered on his face.
"Say that again....say that again,you beast!"he stormed.
"Good morning my Rod"
"Better. I see you are in a good mood. That 's good for you're in for a great day."He straightened up and cleared his frog like voice.
"My clothes are all dirty...."
"But my Lor...."
Gofrin gave him a deaf ear and went on.
"...the floors are dusty,the linens need changing,the bath tub needs scrubbing..."
"wud that be all my...."
"Shut up. You will not talk until I'm done you silly pig!"
"I'm sorry your..."
"Finally....I'm beginning a training course with my dad on the art of horse riding today,I need the Haflinger mucked thoroughly"
He looked around to see if he had forgotten anything. When he was satisfied that he had forgotten nothing,he dismissed him.
"Yuck!what a choice of horses!"George exclaimed. He emptied the wardrobe of clothes and took them out for washing. He came back an hour later and commenced scrubbing of the floors and bath tubs. He was used to this and finished in no time. He would replace the bed spread and linen when he comes back from mucking the horse. He looked at the clock. The time was fifteen minutes to the hour of ten. The horses were usually taken out for riding at ten. He hurried down to the stable and began mucking the ugly looking creature which seemed to notice his disgust as it kept soiling everywhere with its wastes. In no time,his face was covered with it. Just as he was about spanking the horse, he heard a voice and looked up. The appearance was the strangest he had ever seen. The man had his face covered with a dirty brown bandana and his eyes were fiercely cold. His teeth were the color of the soil and he could barely stand on both feet. When he spoke he shook visibly.
"How do you young lad?".He stood gaping but shut his mouth in time to rattle his brain to provide an answer.
"I'm...I'm well,fine....,sire"
"Very well then", he said dipping his hand into his robe and reached for something. George took a few steps backward.
"Nothing to fear m'dear.I come in peace".He handed him a parcel wrapped in dark red leathery cloth. It was strapped with belts which looked like they were made from very costly material. He took it and looked at the man in surprise.
"Happy 10th birthday son!"
He stood agape. He looked down at his shoes to see if he was dreaming. They were still old and wickedly dry. It wasn't a dream.
"But how d'you kno...."he asked looking up only to see empty space. He looked around but there was no trace of his strange visitor.
"Strange!"he said tucking the parcel into his pocket. He realised that the horse had stopped trying to fight him and now yielded in what seemed like fear.
"That's how a good horse ought to behave",he said when he was done padding the horse. He went back to the mansion to see if he could sneak away some food as he was hungry having not eaten the previous night.
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Literature › Re: Call Of The Wind: THE GENESIS [Magic] by pabon(op):
CALL OF THE WIND

PROLOGUE:
George is the last surviving heir to the throne of nobles.Before he could discern left from right,he was taken away when the fierce minions of the great kingdom SYRIADS invaded the castle.The castle lay wasting in abandonment as no one lives there(at least none moving)for they were all mummified.It was a curse placed on PANTHADRA and on every citizen there.Their souls were encased in their bodies.Unable to die and yet unable to live.
George grows up as a slave working for the warrior Manterror who was present to witness the killing of the nobles of Panthadra.He worked all day long scrubbing floors,mucking horses and attending to the needs of Gonfrin,Manterror's slowpoke of a son who always seems bent on ruining George's days.
At night,he sleeps in a lightless room which he shares with mices and cockroaches.For him the future was blank but little did he know that soon he would on course to re-writing history.
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Literature › Re: Questions, Theories, And Trivia Of The ASOIAF (Game Of Thrones) Books. by pabon(m): 8:01am On Dec 11, 2013
Obinnau: here is a working link http://www20.zippyshare.com/v/59892563/file.html
Can't I get one in pdf format.I don't have a pc.
Literature › Re: Call Of The Wind: THE GENESIS [Magic] by pabon(op):
Thanks for the encouraging words.I will try something.
Literature › Call Of The Wind: THE GENESIS [Magic] by pabon(op):
Hi guys,I'm new to writing and I really love the written works that I see here.I'm attracted to magic and want to do something on it.I need your suggestions plsss...And my written English isn't the very best.Help!!!
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Literature › Re: Questions, Theories, And Trivia Of The ASOIAF (Game Of Thrones) Books. by pabon(m): 3:32pm On Dec 09, 2013
Where do I download these books from?
Education › ASUU Urges Members To Desist From Working Against Union by pabon(op): 10:58am On Nov 27, 2013
SOURCE»http://www.codewit.com/nigeria-news/14314-ASUU-urges-members-to-desist-from-working-against-union

Chairman, Academic Staff Union of Universities
(ASUU), University of Lagos Chapter, Dr
Oghenekaro Ogbinaka, on Tuesday urged the
union’s members to desist from working against
its interest.
Ogbinaka made the appeal in a statement he made
available to the News Agency of Nigeria (NAN) in
Lagos.
He said that the members should not allow their
selfish interests to overshadow the interest of the
union.
He alleged that some members of the chapter
called an illegal congress recently but failed in their
bid to carry out `illegal activities’.
```Congress anticipated their plot that was borne
out of greed.
``No member of the University of Lagos Branch of
the ASUU is, therefore, taken aback on their
action, `` he said.
Politics › Re: Why Nigeria Is The Best Country In The World by pabon(op): 10:17am On Nov 27, 2013
Tadon200: This is total nonsense, u will rather prefer to be in this disastrous state than c a changed nigeria.. all wat you wrote is total nonsense..
Thanks!
Politics › Re: Why Nigeria Is The Best Country In The World by pabon(op): 7:35am On Nov 27, 2013
iterator25: What's this one saying sad
Exactly what you read bro!
Politics › Why Nigeria Is The Best Country In The World by pabon(op): 8:45pm On Nov 26, 2013
Two weeks ago, I paid a visit to Dubai for the very
first time. Dubai is everything Lagos is not. Dubai
works: Lagos does not. Dubai is spotlessly clean:
Lagos is filthy. Dubai is bathed in gleaming
electricity. Lagos is shrouded in darkness. Dubai is
organized. Lagos is disorganized. After a few days
in Dubai, I longed to be back in Lagos.
What is the attraction of Lagos relative to a city like
Dubai? The answer is actually very simple. Lagos is
the very best city in Nigeria; the very best country
in the world. I have traveled all over the world. I
have been to the Far East, to the Middle East, to
North and Latin America and to Europe. I have been
to over 30 African countries. This qualifies me to
make this assessment. Nigeria is the very best
country in the whole wide world.
Made-in-Nigeria
There are too many things that make Nigeria
exceptional and without equal. If Nigeria were not
so wonderful, there would not have been 170
million Nigerians. Because Nigeria is such a great
country, we are determined to give birth to as many
children as possible so that even more people can
partake of the pleasures of living here. We
manufacture babies by the thousands and the
millions because we are in love with the country.
Nigerians don't commit suicide. Neither do
Nigerians ever desert Nigeria. The very worst thing
that can happen to a Nigerian is to be exiled from
the country.
Remember this: Nigeria is nobody's colony. We
refuse to be subject to nobody. We are not under
the thumb of the British, the Americans or anyone
else. Nigeria is the one African country that can be
said to be truly independent. We have nationalized
all the nationalize-ables. We own the land. There is
no foreign settler-community in Nigeria that holds
us captive. We are the kings of our castles. Our very
best products are made in Nigeria. We make our
own mistakes; make our own choices and make our
own beds.
We rig our own elections. We forge our own
passports. We buy our own lies. We deceive our
own people. We choose to live in the middle ages
and not in the 21st century. We choose to eat in
"bukas" and not in restaurants. We choose to eat
with our hands and not with forks and knives. We
choose to walk rather than fly.
Organised chaos
Nigerians are natural-born revolutionaries. We like
to struggle. We are always fighting something or
someone. We don't like the easy life. That is way
too boring. We thrive when there is chaos. We make
a profit, where there is confusion. We rise up to the
challenge, where everything is upside down. If
something is well-organised, our first assignment is
to scatter it. That gives us room to maneuver. We
can handle chaos, but order is another problem
entirely.
Nigerians hate progress. It does not agree with us.
Some smart Alec decided to introduce traffic-lights
on our roads. But when there are too many cars on
the road, the last things you need are traffic-lights
preventing people from going where they want.
Traffic-lights make drivers wait, when they should
be going. That is such a waste of time. The same
goes for traffic-wardens. When you have them
obstructing the roads, there are going to be
tailbacks. But if you want the traffic to flow, let it be
a free for all. Then you will see the ingenuity of
Nigerians. We will climb up any and every possible
place, and convert it to super-highways.
Moreover, our roads are theaters where drama is
always enacted. That means passers-by don't have
to spend money buying tickets in order to watch our
plays. You can watch a very interesting TV series
just by sitting on your balcony and watching
Nigerians negotiate their way every day. In one
afternoon, you will see David killing Goliath. You
will see Mohammed Ali fighting Joe Frazier. You will
see Arnold Schwarzenegger terminating his
opponents. You have to admit this kind of free
theater is not readily available abroad.
NEPA problem
Can you imagine a country where there is 24 hour
electricity? That is Nigeria's worst nightmare. For
years, many nincompoops have tried to convince us
to improve the electricity situation in the country,
but we have wisely refused to be taken in by such
deception. Why would we want good electricity
when most of what we do is done under the cloak of
darkness? Why should NEPA work when there are
things that need to be hidden, including the rubbish
that have taken over our roads. Any right-thinking
person knows there are serious criminal issues in
Nigeria that should not be brought to light for the
sake of national security.
Just think about it: 24 hour NEPA. How boring that
would be? Nigerians would have nothing to talk
about. We would have nothing to complain about.
We would not be able to have tales by the
moonlight. We would spend too much time
watching television. The economy would suffer
because generator sales would plummet. Those of
us making ends meet by selling diesel would be in
trouble. Generator repairmen, major contributors to
the economy, would go out of business. Spare-parts
sellers would not be able to sell even good spare-
parts, how much more fake ones. Let's face it;
should Goodluck Jonathan succeed in improving the
problem of electricity in Nigeria, it will lose him the
next election for sure. He will not even be able to
secure the nomination of PDP, which we all know is
a party of diesel-sellers and generator repairmen.
Valuable corruption
There is so much talk about corruption. But if there
were no corruption in Nigeria, there would be social
upheaval. Can you imagine a corruption-free
Nigeria? Don't even bother. It would be disastrous.
Millions would die of starvation. How can a man
sustain his family if he cannot lie, cheat and steal?
As Nigerians, it is high time we come to terms with
who we are, instead of pretending to be what we
are not.
We are a corrupt people. It is not just our leaders:
we are all corrupt. We are thieves. We love to steal.
We celebrate thieves and give them national
awards. We recognize that stealing is an art. To be a
successful thief, you have to be skillful; you have to
be ambitious; you have to be imaginative; and you
have to be courageous. We are criminals because
we are smart. We bring innovation to everything.
Nigerians know that successful thieves are men of
destiny: renowned statesmen; famous politicians;
erudite managing-directors. Therefore we eulogise
thieves. We sing their praises. We give them
chieftaincy awards. We give them our daughters as
third wives and concubines. We prefer them as our
presidents, governors and legislators. Who wants an
honest man as his representative in Abuja? That is
a sure way to ensure you will not get your share of
the national cake.
Had it not been for corruption, Nigeria would not
have survived. Corruption is the glue that holds the
fabric of the country together. It ensures that, one
way or another, we get paid. It provides a social
security system. Corruption helps us to redistribute
wealth between the rich and the poor. The rich steal
from the government; the poor steal from the rich;
and everyone is happy. If there were no corruption,
there would have been a violent revolution a long
time ago.
You can pocket a few monies from work illegally
because nobody in his right mind expects you to be
able to afford even your transportation costs from
your meager salary. If you are caught and
prosecuted, all you need to do is ask your mother to
come to work to plea-bargain for you. Thanks to
corruption, we can put food on our tables. We can
send our children to school. We can pay for the aso-
ebi. We can keep up with the fashion trends.
Traffic jams
There is one fundamental reason behind the traffic
situation in Nigeria. Nigerians are a wanted people.
Therefore, we are always on the run. Somebody
somewhere is after us and we need to make quick
getaways. We are on the run from our wives. We
are on the run from our children. We need to get
away from our extended families. But even more
urgently, we are on the run from the law. We are on
the run from the state government. We don't want
to be caught by the friend we borrowed some
money from last year.
Thank God for traffic jams. Isn't it wonderful that
you can do all your shopping while driving on the
road? How many countries do you know where you
have that kind of facility? You can even get your car
washed while on your way to work; without having
to stop or park. And if there is any problem with
your car while you are on the road, you will be
grateful that you are in Nigeria. One out of every
two Nigerian pedestrian is a London-trained
mechanic. In case you are wondering, there is
London; and then there is Osapa-London. You also
don't need any GPRS in Nigeria. Every pedestrian
knows exactly the way to where you are going. So if
you are lost, simply ask for directions and then you
will really get lost.
Conclusion
All this explains why, in spite of everything,
Nigerians are the happiest people in the world. We
are deliriously happy. Don't believe the lie.
Nigerians complain a lot about Nigeria. But that
does not mean we would have Nigeria any other
way. We complain because we love to complain. If
everything was alright about Nigeria, we would be
miserable. Let's face it, Nigerians love Nigeria.
Nigeria is the way it is because Nigerians love it so.
If it were not so, we would have made amends in
over 50 years of independence.
One last thing of the utmost importance: Nigeria is
the very best country in the world because in
Nigeria you will find Nigerians.
Education › ASUU Enjoins Members Not To Break Ranks by pabon(op): 5:26pm On Nov 26, 2013
Chairman Academic Staff Union of Universities
(ASUU), University of Lagos Chapter, Dr
Oghenekaro Ogbinaka, on Tuesday urged the
union’s members to desist from working against
its interest.
Ogbinaka made the appeal in a statement in Lagos.
He said that the members should not allow their
selfish interests to overshadow the interest of the
union.
He alleged that some members of the chapter
called an illegal congress recently but failed in their
bid to carry out `illegal activities’.
“`Congress anticipated their plot that was borne
out of greed. No member of the University of
Lagos Branch of the ASUU is, therefore, taken
aback on their action, “ he said.
He described such as an action as misguided, and
urged ASUU members to desist from such.
The chairman gave the assurance that the chapter
would remain indivisible.
ASUU is facing rebellion in some chapters.
Students, for example, were asked to resume
today at the Ebonyi State University.

SOURCE» http://pmnewsnigeria.com/2013/11/26/ASUU-enjoins-members-not-to-break-ranks/

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