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CHAPTER ONE

It was a cold night, Ethan knew that but nothing was going to stop him from getting drunk tonight, since he lost his wife and daughter in that car crash, he has given in to his inner self, he would get drunk each and every night, he was a broke man, broke literally, he owed a lot of debts.

Ethan, 28, was what one could describe as a bad luck, losing his wife and daughter a year after his marriage, losing his job due to his alcoholism and being dumped by his family for his jerky attitude. Those were like two years ago but nothing’s changed the stone minded Ethan, he has trademark blue eyes and black hair plus his masculine chest, a square jaw, and not so great height.

Ethan walked down the familiar street, hands in his sweater, the cold wind blowing against his face as he looked down his path, he covered his hood, trying as much as possible to ignore the cold, he must get his drink tonight. The bar was just four blocks away, no giving up now. He reached the bar, pushing past the door, the cold giving way for the warm air. Ethan sighed, relieved to finally be here, he went for a stool, pulling it and he sat, placing his hands on the bar table.
“the regular” Ethan said to the bartender
“f*ck you! You won’t pay” the bartender cursed at him, she is a middle aged woman with blonde hair.
“I told you I’ll pay, I’ve just got some issues, now give me the damn beer!” Ethan raised his voice.
“listen you d*ck! You better get out of here before someone get you out” the bartender threatened.
“what huh?, you gonna throw me out? Huh? B*tch!”
The bartender whistled and two huge guys approached. Ethan noticed, grabbing an empty bottle nearby and standing on his feet, tightening his grip on the bottle in his right hand.
“leave him to me” a voice from behind said, Ethan turned and there stood Mr. Johnson. Mr. Johnson, was the last man on earth Ethan would want to see now, in his white suit and walking staff.

“Mr. Johnson?” Ethan looked at him, confused, dropping the bottle in his hand, letting it hit the floor, shattering into pieces.
“Ethan! We meet again, life is funny isn’t it? A small world we live in, you actually thought you could run away with my money?”
“No… I can explain…” Ethan began to explain but the sight of even four other guys heading his way, their looks read it all. He made for the door.
“get him!” Mr Johnson yelled behind.
Ethan bolted out of the bar, running as fast as he could, he could hear the footsteps behind him, he knew he was being chased; he had to get off the streets. Turning right, he headed for a fence, reaching for the top and pulling himself up, he tried climbing and he slipped, losing his grip on the fence and landing hard on his back.
“f*ck!” he exclaimed in pain, the pain ceasing to be a problem when four huge guys towered over him, Ethan was literally grabbed up from the ground only to fall back down again when a punch landed square on his face. His nose hurt as hell as he bled from the impact. Ethan was grabbed again and he knew another punch was coming, ducking this time around as his attacker punched thin air, Ethan going for his crotch, kicking him hard at the area sending the poor guy to his knees in pain.

All thought of satisfaction soon vanished, something landed on his back, sending Ethan into a whole new world of pain, falling face to ground as another landed punches upon punches on his face, his back, and every inch of him, the others kicking him from every side, a kick on his stomach made him writhe in pain as the lights started to go out in his head, a car headlight approaching was the last thing Ethan saw before everything went black.


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PROLOGUE

He arose from within the dark shadows, cast by the huge trees, denying the poor earth of the light of the moon. His gaze was like fire, his breadth so audible it can wake a sleeping infant. Finally, he was away from the shadows, standing under the moonlight, surrounded by the trees, it was quiet but not for long, he could hear them, multiple miles away, coming closer…. Closer… their feet like chariots, their speed unmatchable and with a blink, they were here, five men like he was, all dressed in their cloak, hooded, their faces covered by the darkness, their red eyes shone from within the hood.
He looked at them, one before another, smelling their wrath
“why are we here?” He spoke, his voice thunderous
“you know why we have come” one replied
“you know very much” another replied
“I told you they will be a threat” the fourth said
“we need to strike”
“the time is now!”
“let’s redeem ourselves”
“they disgrace us”
The men speaking in their thunderous voice, kept quiet for once, their gaze on him once more. He snarled, as he looked at the moon, its rays hitting the earth like a fluorescence.
“let the war begin!” he said, this time with a roar!.



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Ryan Reynold defined the term "Friendzone" in the movie 'Just Friends' as "a state where a guy becomes this non-sexual entity in a girl's eyes; like a brother or a lamp". Another person seems to think its an isolated zone;a quarantine.
We all know friendzones are an unmutual 'thingy'; quite unfair actually And the boys are very upset about it.

So what do i think??
Yes i agree... Friendzones are not fair, He wants way more... You dont... But he's a such a great guy; you just cant imagine losing him alltogether.
So you have to keep him some kind of way ,And then he becomes your "friend" or your "bestfriend", Oh thats beautiful but does he want that too

Friendships are nothing if they are not mutual. He's your bestfriend or your friend if it works for both parties... If not, you're being selfish and soon he's going to resent you for it eventually; hes going to get tired of seeing you with other people and of being ur teddy bear.
Can you blame him?? Even lamps get tired too...

Some say "what we have is soo special, i dont want to lose it by getting involved; relationships are shitty..."
See ehn!! If you dont love the guy ehn just tell him; this one is just an excellent compensation; well packaged sympathy.
With that established, I'm going to say this. Relationships are not shitty... You're in a relationship with a shitty person. It's not always true that getting involved ruins things and if you keep nursing that special bud; it ll get ruined eventually.Trust me i know..
So why not take the chance. You can never tell... Your "friend"/"bestfriend" may just be the non-shitty guy, If you disagree, then let him go. Dont keep him in the friendzone prison... At least u love him enough to do so... Right

Ps- this is a unigender article... There's a lot of "he" cos it seems to be a male epidemic...


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Leaving home for school was exciting. Boy I was excited! Finally fee to do whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. But soon a semester was over and I was home for the holiday and I wanted to form independent. My dad humbled me, showed me Who's boss.
Of course he's boss, he pays for my tuition, my housing, my feeding. As a matter of fact he's like a life support machine so apparently I'm not so independent after all. Well there's some of my folk, quite old folks, married folks but they have to run home and quite often too. They're not independent, they're not responsible and they're not showing any signs. I pray for them.
This article isn't for gisting about my family life, so what's it for? I'm answering this question with another question : is independent Nigeria really independent?
When I was thinking about what to write for this article, I intended to go online and gather materials to blast Nigeria with but I couldn't. There's no light, my phone was off. So I decided this article will be suggestive instead. I'm only going to say what I think.
We'll I think Nigeria is far from independent. Of course we ve left our father's house and we feel we are free to do whatever we want, but we still have to run to daddy. There's international organisations keeping us from self-destructing as a result of war, hunger or disease because our govt isn't responsible enough to provide these for us. Oil is Nigerias major source of income, yet there's no working Nigerian oil refinery.
The Europeans and Americans control our most vital source of income.
America and Europe is still our life support and it's common knowledge that you can't bite the hands that feed you. You see, far from independent!
Finally here's what I think. We as individuals make up this control. The destiny of our country depends on us, especially the younger generation. Let's get responsible, embrace science. Do what we have a passion and talent for. Only then can we be inovative and only then would we havesomething to offer in the worldwide stage. It'll become a level playing field, we'll be daddies too. Then we'll have light, I'll be able to charge my phone and write great things about great Nigeria.
What do you think?

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Mood swing is an extreme or rapid change in mood.
Truly ,everyone at one time or the other has had their bout of it but however this doesn't make it the norm.
Mood swings are terrible to everyone, the person suffering it and the persons on the receiving end. Personally I hate being a victim of your mood deviation. I have a thing for consistency and it doesn't spare your mood.

Many times surferers when questioned about what's altering their mood are even ignorant about the alteration in mood. Ignorance is said not to be an excuse.

Just to bring to knowledge, studies show that it can be triggered by a number of factors which include, having an altered sleep pattern, unhealthy diet, hormonal imbalance, and some diseases too and even Premenstraul syndrome is known to cause mood swings.
However so many persons are caught in this web without an obvious trigger. They just let themselves stray, and overtime they believe everyone should come into terms with it. You hear consolatory statements like you can't just be happy throughout the day, one has got to have some unhappy moment. Who says that, don't find an excuse for your incompetence rather excuse it, show it the way out.

I uphold that we've got to be masters of ourselves and masters of our mood too. Don't just allow it swing. Be in charge of what happens to your mood. Not even happenings should cart away your liveliness. Be in Charge of what becomes of you...





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Since creation women have always been a source of wonder ; a cluster of varying emotions and the quickness at which the emotions change leave men bewildered. It's a lost cause trying to understand how women work but there's one thing men have come to know, that a girl has two types of "stop",the fake "stop" and the real "stop".
The fake stop that means try on a little more and the real stop that doesnt need explaining, but how do you tell the difference? Remember when I said women leave men bewildered? Yeah.

There's no way to really know when it's real a stop or a fake one particularly.
Women are that stingy with giving useful tips, maybe they like boys making a mess of themselves for the fun of it , but there is a faction of girls who try to make the difference with persistence. A persistent stop is a real stop. Other girls choose more violent techniques, a real stop has to be accompanied with some measure of embarrassing moments for the boy.
But what do boys think?
Some come out honest enough to say it's a trial and error, for women are hard to understand and Others claim it's all down to her attitude that accompanies the rejection. If she acts, talks like she doesn't want you then it's best to drink water and mind your business and there's a last group that just accepts the "stop" be it real or fake. They don't have time for stress , they live by the philosophy of "there are too many fishes in the river".
In the end, I think it's all down to whatever works for you,be it patience, tenacity or brutal honesty as long as everyone's happy.