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[img][/img]Hello mates, I have a gift for you!


As you probably know, I am about to release my second book, ONCE BELLE & SEVERAL SHORT STORIES!


The book, a collection of short stories and poetry, will launch on 14th of August. It will be available on all major ebook platforms, including Kindle, Nook, okadabooks.com, Lulu.com, and on-demand paperback from Amazon.com and partner websites.


The book is available for FREE download today. And Maybe tomorrow�. This is to ensure that you, especially you, get a free copy.


Are you happy to read the book and drop an honest review for it on okadabook.com before we launch on 14th of August?


Do it now here: https:///2YxHgOA


BW,
Dr Okpara McCoy Emeka.
IG: @okpara.mccoy
T: @okparamccoy

Who got contacted by NLNG? When is NLNG calling it a wrap on the selection process this year?

Oh men, this is mid August o.

Maybe it's best to leave this to be a pleasant surprise.

Mid August? That's not so cool. It'd put their scholars under pressure unnecessarily. I hope that won't be the situation this year.

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SNUFFBOX
Clifford was confused; and because he hated being confused, he was angry with himself. How could he have misplaced it?
He remembered vividly: upon arrival to the farm, he’d sat at the foot of the palm tree and produced it from the right pocket of his white shorts, which had turned different shades of brown from the last three farming seasons. He’d poured a portion from it into his left palm from where he fed his nostrils generously with the tobacco powder – scooped with his bronzed right thumbnail – in preparation for the day’s job…
He walked to the foot of the palm tree – the exact spot he last used it – but there was no sign of it. He moved round the palm tree in a frenzy squeezing the pockets of his shorts simultaneously. It wasn’t there.
He scanned through the many mounds of earth he’d just made – for yam planting – on the plot of land, but he still couldn’t find it.
“Hian!” he let out in frustration, “what is this? Where is my snuffbox, bikonu?”
He was sweating profusely under the blazing Enugu sun.
The corner of his eyes caught a stupid fowl scattering a mound in search of insects at one end of the farm. For want of a murder weapon, he automatically grabbed his legendary hoe, lunged after the foul, and fell pitiably in his tracks. The startled foul cried loudly and fled.
Clifford’s fury soared as though a nut loosened in his brain, and he began to destroy the beautiful mounds he’d made, in search of his snuffbox. Before he could stop himself, half of them were levelled.
He sat down in resignation on tilled earth; the white snuffbox was right there staring back at him from a leave-scar on the palm tree!
***End***
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SNUFFBOX
Clifford was confused; and because he hated being confused, he was angry with himself. How could he have misplaced it?
He remembered vividly: upon arrival to the farm, he’d sat at the foot of the palm tree and produced it from the right pocket of his white shorts, which had turned different shades of brown from the last three farming seasons. He’d poured a portion from it into his left palm from where he fed his nostrils generously with the tobacco powder – scooped with his bronzed right thumbnail – in preparation for the day’s job…
He walked to the foot of the palm tree – the exact spot he last used it – but there was no sign of it. He moved round the palm tree in a frenzy squeezing the pockets of his shorts simultaneously. It wasn’t there.
He scanned through the many mounds of earth he’d just made – for yam planting – on the plot of land, but he still couldn’t find it.
“Hian!” he let out in frustration, “what is this? Where is my snuffbox, bikonu?”
He was sweating profusely under the blazing Enugu sun.
The corner of his eyes caught a stupid fowl scattering a mound in search of insects at one end of the farm. For want of a murder weapon, he automatically grabbed his legendary hoe, lunged after the foul, and fell pitiably in his tracks. The startled foul cried loudly and fled.
Clifford’s fury soared as though a nut loosened in his brain, and he began to destroy the beautiful mounds he’d made, in search of his snuffbox. Before he could stop himself, half of them were levelled.
He sat down in resignation on tilled earth; the white snuffbox was right there staring back at him from a leave-scar on the palm tree!
***End***
Hello guys, I entered for the Etisalat flash fiction with the story above and it was approved!
If you loved the story, please click on this link below to vote for it. Highest number of votes wins. God bless you as u do so.

How to vote:

1. Copy and paste the link https://prize.etisalat.com.ng/flash-fiction/voteall.php?id=1066 in any browser of your choice apart from opera mini

2. The story SNUFFBOX by OKPARA EMEKA would open on your screen. Look for the like icon directly above the share icon and click one. The current number would change if successful

3. Share the above link and encourage your friends to like. Remember, the highest number of likes wins.

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SNUFFBOX
Clifford was confused; and because he hated being confused, he was angry with himself. How could he have misplaced it?
He remembered vividly: upon arrival to the farm, he’d sat at the foot of the palm tree and produced it from the right pocket of his white shorts, which had turned different shades of brown from the last three farming seasons. He’d poured a portion from it into his left palm from where he fed his nostrils generously with the tobacco powder – scooped with his bronzed right thumbnail – in preparation for the day’s job…
He walked to the foot of the palm tree – the exact spot he last used it – but there was no sign of it. He moved round the palm tree in a frenzy squeezing the pockets of his shorts simultaneously. It wasn’t there.
He scanned through the many mounds of earth he’d just made – for yam planting – on the plot of land, but he still couldn’t find it.
“Hian!” he let out in frustration, “what is this? Where is my snuffbox, bikonu?”
He was sweating profusely under the blazing Enugu sun.
The corner of his eyes caught a stupid fowl scattering a mound in search of insects at one end of the farm. For want of a murder weapon, he automatically grabbed his legendary hoe, lunged after the foul, and fell pitiably in his tracks. The startled foul cried loudly and fled.
Clifford’s fury soared as though a nut loosened in his brain, and he began to destroy the beautiful mounds he’d made, in search of his snuffbox. Before he could stop himself, half of them were levelled.
He sat down in resignation on tilled earth; the white snuffbox was right there staring back at him from a leave-scar on the palm tree!
***End***
Hello guys, I entered for the Etisalat flash fiction with the story above and it was approved!
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Read the story below..

SNUFFBOX
Clifford was confused; and because he hated being confused, he was angry with himself. How could he have misplaced it?
He remembered vividly: upon arrival to the farm, he’d sat at the foot of the palm tree and produced it from the right pocket of his white shorts, which had turned different shades of brown from the last three farming seasons. He’d poured a portion from it into his left palm from where he fed his nostrils generously with the tobacco powder – scooped with his bronzed right thumbnail – in preparation for the day’s job…
He walked to the foot of the palm tree – the exact spot he last used it – but there was no sign of it. He moved round the palm tree in a frenzy squeezing the pockets of his shorts simultaneously. It wasn’t there.
He scanned through the many mounds of earth he’d just made – for yam planting – on the plot of land, but he still couldn’t find it.
“Hian!” he let out in frustration, “what is this? Where is my snuffbox, bikonu?”
He was sweating profusely under the blazing Enugu sun.
The corner of his eyes caught a stupid fowl scattering a mound in search of insects at one end of the farm. For want of a murder weapon, he automatically grabbed his legendary hoe, lunged after the foul, and fell pitiably in his tracks. The startled foul cried loudly and fled.
Clifford’s fury soared as though a nut loosened in his brain, and he began to destroy the beautiful mounds he’d made, in search of his snuffbox. Before he could stop himself, half of them were levelled.
He sat down in resignation on tilled earth; the white snuffbox was right there staring back at him from a leave-scar on the palm tree!

Hello guys, I entered for the Etisalat flash fiction and my story was approved. Pls click on this link to vote. Highest number of votes wins. God bless you as u do so.
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2. The story SNUFFBOX by OKPARA EMEKA would open on your screen. Look for the like icon directly above the share icon and click one. The current number would change if successful
3. Share the above link and encourage your friends to like. Remember, the highest number of likes wins.
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Rivers State,
7:52 AM, 19th January, 2015.


Dr Charles (not real name) takes his breakfast hurriedly. He’s been doing that so often it’s become a habit. He would never counsel a patient to do that, but doctors are known to do many things they passionately counsel patients to avoid. Obviously, they tend to know more of how to take care of patients than how to take care of themselves.

His wife has learnt to forgive him such dining misdemeanor, and many others.

‘Honey, what’s the update on the woman at the clinic they were calling you all night for?’ she asked, sitting across him at the dining table, and munching her breakfast of fried ripe plantain, omelette and custard like a lady.

Two kids into this marriage, she is still her hot self: tall, slim and beautiful; a chartered accountant who has become a ‘consultant obstetrician and gynaecologist’ by association, having dated Charles since his medical school, through his residency program, and his subsequent qualification as a consultant obstetrician/gynaecologist.

‘She’s stable now. They were able to stabilize her yesternight. I hope she delivers like a Hebrew woman before I get to the clinic this morning. If not, I’d section her. Hers is a precious baby…’ he paused to swallow.

‘She’s an elderly primigravida [woman having her first baby at an advanced age]’ she echoed his thought.

He smiled, ‘Madam chartered accountant, maybe one of these days you’ll scrub up in theatre and assist me in surgery. You’re almost as ‘stuffed’ as some of my residents. It remains to show how you stand the blood.’ He joked.

She laughed cautiously, ‘you know, you’ve threatened me enough with this inability to stand the sight of blood. I’ll surprise you one of these days…’

****

That was the last conversation Dr Charles had with his wife.

He didn’t make it to the hospital that morning.

His wife and children saw his lifeless body 10 days after that day with bullet holes in his chest, left arm and left leg.

And that was after his wife had cleaned up their joint account, burrowed monies from family, friends, colleagues and enemies to raise the N10m the KIDNAPPERS had demanded in ransom after taking Dr Charles that morning.

She lost the love of her life and the father of her kids, their life savings, and the elderly primigravida in Dr Charles’ clinic.

Sad!

Very sad!!

Permit me to apologize at this point for the title of this article. As a blogger, I've realized the posts that get read and shared most are the ones with sexual undertones. So, I stupidly took advantage of that.

However, this post isn't about how to use condom safe and efficiently…

It is about something far more serious, something that literally makes my heart bleed…



An ugly monstrous trend in our society: KIDNAPPING of doctors, other health worker, and indeed anybody who’s perceived to have a fat wallet. This is coming in the heels of the recent kidnap of 4 doctors in 6 days in Rivers State, and the tragic death of one of them, Dr SamOkpara in the clammy hands of the kidnappers after a ransom of N15m had been paid for his release. It appears to be the purest form of evil, calculated and visited on care givers. There have been doctors’ strikes in the past to protest this evil especially in Rivers State, but that ends up hurting innocent people.  

I am bereft of ideas right now on what to write. If something has been stolen from you before (the only pen you have at the office, a wallet with all your IDs and credit cards, a phone or a car) you know how you felt. Now, imagine how a family feels when a member of the family is stolen. It’s even worse when it’s that member of the family that’s largely exchanged the pleasures of life for the care of others at their most vulnerable state: in sickness! Not like is less for anyone else…

It's obvious government can only do so much about this. Please, if you are a kidnapper, or have contemplated being one, please, stop. Biko! Switch to 419, politics, if you must… anything less ominous...
http://emekaokpara..com/2015/02/important-why-i-have-never-had-burst.html?m=1

Emeka Okpara blogs at emekaokpara..com

You already know there are a thousand and one things your phones can do for you that you never tried, but this one is different. You’d love to try it.

‘I love reading books; it’s just that I don’t like carrying them about…’

So you have an android device, and you still use the excuse above? Well, that is not 2015! Remember, there is no difference between those who cannot read (illiterates) and those who do not read. Okada Books is a Nigerian initiative to make the best published and unpublished titles available to everyone with a similar ease with which you’d get an okada. It doesn’t stop there. It actually gets better than that!


The Okada Books app is available for easy download free on Googleplay. There are thousands of contemporary titles including HIDDEN HALOES and ONCE BELLE available for download by the click of a button. You can search the title by name or simply look through the collection according to the category. Most of these titles are free, a few others have a pricetag, usually less than N400 and buying them is as easy as recharging an Etisalatrecharge card. You could also pay via credit card using a secure line.

  

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The next time you have to sit for a while in wait for something, between classes or travelling, I suggest you tread the boring chats that end up draining your battery for an inspiring and interesting novel like HIDDEN HALOES or a collection of simple, contemporary and outstanding poems like ONCE BELLE right on your Okada Book app on your android device or the webapp on your computer.
http://emekaokpara..nl/2015/02/one-more-productive-thing-to-do-with.html?m=1

I hear the NYSC has signed an MoU with INEC and thus has set out in a bid to make it compulsory for all serving corps members to serve as INEC ad hoc staff in the forth-coming elections.

There is a nationwide meeting of serving corps members with officials of NYSC across the various states tomorrow with the alleged agenda of giving this plot a flesh, and cowing corp members into compulsorily risking their lives in the forth-coming elections.

Previously, INEC ad hoc staff were selected following a voluntary application process and screening. However, it appears that is not to be this time. There's a gross disinterest in the INEC job by corps members especially those serving in the North, and rightly so, given the lingering insecurity and the recent history of corps members who served in that part of the country in the period of elections. Some corps members are even planning to return to their various homes during this period, to return after the dust of elections settle, and that is very understandable.

So far, the best the NYSC management has given the corps members is what they gave in the previous years: verbal assurances, platitudes of working closely with security agencies to protect corps members. Only that they are going a little further to try to make it compulsory for all corps member to put their lives on the line again... From orientation camps, corps members are taught to stay away from the politics of the area they serve in. Now, NYSC would turn around and put them right in the middle of the politics of these areas at the time it is most hot.

While this, even as a rumour, is insensitive, careless and callous, it is unconstitutional and I think all and sundry to rise up and oppose it. The civil servants and youths who know there way around, and live in a given locality or state, in my opinion, are better positioned to serve at the polling booths during elections...

http://emekaokpara..com/2015/02/nysc-and-inec-plot-to-endanger-lives-of.html?m=1

Fine boy with a good voice, fly higher!

If you ask me, I would say this country is in a
war situation, and so far there is no
indication the GEJ administration is up to it.
I think the carnage in the North should be a
major ground on which to decide who
becomes the next Nigerian President.
What do you think?
http://emekaokpara..com/2014/12/do-you-really-think-bh-attacks-will.html?m=1

This is such a good news coming from a what appears to be a pool of failures. God bless her reall good!