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I couldn't reserve spot on the thread.It's been closed.

Ouch...Judge 1 did me strong thing. In all, the effectiveness of this whole ish is superb. INEC has got nothing on the organisers.

I guess this is the climax of the story. Hope it gets well, I am quite scared for Ise and Kite's relationship, but Kite is the protagonist, so I'm positive.

Thanks Repogirl for your efforts, you definitely put your soul into writing and updating the story.

Bless you. Wish you good health and all the inspiration you need.

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Yayyy! I got it. *dancing limpopo* thank you Repogirl. That scene was really worth the hassles.

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Nice one Aunty Repo. I like the turn the story is taking, even if I dunno what the next update will be. Well done, youu are doing a great job.


However, me and many others here missed "that scene" lol.
"That scene" that everyone is screaming about. "That scene" that you want to dilute. It seems "that scene" was/is a masterpiece.

Please, on behalf of me and the other latecomers, I beg you to upload the original script of "that scene" on your blog whenever you can. Thank you.

I finally did comment.

I am quite lost. Please when do we start submitting the poems and in what format?

I'm in as a poet. It'll be interesting and challenging at the same time but at least, it'll kill this boredom ASUU is bringing down on me. Nice job Cuddles.

Lol@ almighty blue pill. I am flattered at your comment.

It is just a story. A fictional story. Please enjoy the silly construction of my imagination.


The Story of The C.E.O

My name is Funke Kuti-Simons. Born in the early 80s, I grew up in a large family settled in the Delta area of Nigeria.

Being a smart kid, my parents always thought Medicine would suit me. The search began.

Two years later, I stepped it down a notch. Of course, if the desirable wasn't available; the available became desirable. And so, Pharmacy it was.


But the joy of anatomy, physiology and even pharmacolgy got me confused.


I was naturally introverted but putting on a stethoscope and taking people's vitals was a procedure I never shyed away from during practical class.


That never meant I wanted to become a doctor. Pharmacy school was already enough challenge. I wasn't about to add Medicine School to the list of my won victories.


I mean, life is too short to spend all of it studying. Clinical pharmacy was however something I had a burning passion for.


I was in the restaurant one day when an old lady put up a bit of scenario and ended up saying; "After God, its Doctors"


Of course that was during my ΙТ. She explained how marvellous it was that you are on the verge of losing your life and the doc just hands it back to you.


She brought out drugs and I explained the right dose to her. I was on ward/lab coat which made her realise I was a "hospital person"


That day is unforgotten, though the date is. My daddy was diabetic and hypertensive. It happened too suddenly, I couldn't evaluate it as a kid.


One day he slumps in the bathroom, the next thing he's always taking drugs and has changed diet. Our staple food was not good for his health- so my mother said.


Illnesses like diabetes, hypertension, rheumatism, heart failure were like "death impending sicknesses"


Every now and then bad news was in town. The gossip went thus.


Mrs A: hmmmm, have you heard? They said Mr D died yesterdae?

Mrs B: i heard oh, they said it is that his sickness.

Mrs A: Stroke abi? Shuuush...his family is trying to hide it. His wife told me in confidence.

Mrs B: abegee! it is his children's waywardness that caused his heart attack! They killed him!


That was the typical Nigerian's reaction to these chronic ailments.



During my ΙТ, my aunty housed me. She was in her early late thirties but she already had rheumatism. The best hospital in the city treated her, but it stay put.


She was tired of the drugs. Doc had told her in confidentiallity, the rheumatism would never go. She could not walk long distances, even carrying her own baby to breastfeed weakened her arms.



It saddend me. I suggested drugs as well but the pains were adamant. They went to church, the pains elevated from long standing.


I asked God," if the doc can't help and the pharmacist can't help, WHO CAN HELP?"


Everything that could be solved was a problem. And this was definitely a problem. Even my granny had slight pains, and my mother had to bathe with hot water to postpone the inevitable.


What was the need? Aids couldn't be cured. Hypertension could only be managed. Rheumatism with its sharp pains was to be endured. Diabetes made you deny your tongue its pleasure. It was a pity.


They all came to the hospital for cure but we gave them mere hope and bitter pills.


My own mother almost died because of hypertensive drugs. I was mad. Why would the doc give her methyl dopa, thiazide diuretics and lisinopril for two weeks?


For one week, she battled passing out here and then, she lost blood, she was practically losing it.


The last time it happened, she was throwing up as well.


She was never hypertensive. She had a busy week and her blood pressure went up. After discontinuing the drugs, she felt better.



I felt a lot of fear in my head. I asked myself. What if she becomes hypertensive? The drugs are not good for her. Would we let death snatch her away just like that? So easily?


That was life asking me to do something for the ones I loved.


My father almost died in church. Damn. It was his diabetes. He went to the hospital for check up and doc said, "you are ok. Your blood glucose level is normal" But he passed out in church the previous day.



Medicine definitely lacked a lot of answers. I knew becoming a doctor would not change these things.


I wanted to give the old people a reason to enjoy old age. And the young a worry-free life.


Heart conditions and high blood glucose levels have turned many families joys to sadness.


The best therapy. I knew it was diet. But how many could adhere to it strictly. My Daddy never trusted the manufactured wheat. We made plantain sheafs and ground to powder.


It wasn't exactly exciting. Atimes the sun won't shine to dry the plantain slices. Atimes the rain and heavy storm would bring down our plantain plantation. It was hectic.



I knew people lost weight from eating certain foods. It became clear to me that people could gain health from eating certain foods.


Psychology was a good factor in treating diseases. My aunty always said, "these drugs don't work me" and they never worked.


If i wanted to make a difference, I needed to treat these people all round. Psychologically, Emotionally, Physically and otherwise.


The best defination of health has always being; "the general wellbeing of an individual"


There had to be a way. I got inspired and decided it was high time people got back their health through proper dieting.


My well planned treatment would guarantee total cure, happiness, and a well lived life devoid of bitter pills and its many dangerous side effects.



Proverbs 3:22 said it all; "so shall they be life unto thy soul and grace to thy neck"


I decided it was a great idea to try out. People say, " You can not control what happens to you, but you can control your reaction"


It was time people controlled what happened to them. Fate depends on both choice and chance. When you have the chance make the right choice.


Proverbs 15:22 strongly advised : "without counsel, purposes are disappointed, but in the multitude of counsellors, they are established"


I put out a call to buddies in China and we made a couple of products. We ran tests and studies on individuals representing each of the major continents and it was good in the eyes of the Lord.


Positivity abound our results. I have recompensed life by pushing death a little farther from us. We count our blessings not by how much we have but by how many we've blessed and made happier.


Now when people come up and say, I think I have a persistently high blood pressure, or I have pains on my bones and joints, or I can't eat starchy foods, I do not falter looking for false reassurance speech that everything would be fine.


I smile broadly, with a glint in my eyes, I look right back at them with all the joy in my heart and I tell them genuinely and softly with all the compassion I got, "Madam, it'll be fine, ok. I do not have the power to heal you, but I can promise you that you will feel better than ever"



The joy that comes with curing the ailments. The smile of gratitude from these ones. The tears of joy their familes shed at seeing them alive and well. The truthful passionate thank you's. The warmth-filled hugs these old ones give me.


All these spur me on with much needed enthusiasm unto the next ones who need my help.


Life is much more simpler than we make it.

The university does not define our future, it gives us time to figure out the future for ourselves.

I hope we find joy from all that we do.



My name is Funke Kuti-Simons.
This is my story.

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Mynd...nyce story. I lyk d fact dat u r writing on such a rare storyline. But its been months now in d crazy shrine (lol, don't mynd me?. Plz we wanna com out n breathe some fresh air. What abt the passengers who had d accident? I think Ofoade is going to interfere and obstruct the god from doing something (jus speculatin). Tanx for dis story, its so educatin n informativ. Oya upload na..

quote author=emazion]it is more like a drama than a prose.literary it is plain nid to sponsor sm figurative term. though u av A very rich diction make it complex so dat it will be vry simple to understd. gud job kip it up and GOD bless u![/quote]Make it COMPLEX so that it will be very SIMPLE to understand [

Bros I hail oh..

fullman: Let's add everyone's opinion together, achebe's simplicity make the children to wonder soyinka's complexity dazzles best of writers. You have to learn from achebe before soyinka and never the other way round. Achebe had partially retired long ago while soyinka still use the best of professors in his stage dramas. Well let the white judge because we will be
biased. Achebe's book was there with its fame but didn't attain nobel status while soyinka's own came latter and attain it. Except if u will prove that they were biased. Which one did they contact when the last dictionary dictionary was reviewed. Soyinka or achebe ....judge

Sorry for quoting but let me ask?
If Honourable Patrick writes a novel someday, what sort of appraisal would it receive considering his use of diction?
You are just saying Wole is better because he uses more complex diction?
Back then in secondary school, we were taught that one of the essentials of a good literary work is usage of simple diction.

What's the essence of reading a book that necessitates you using the dictionary atleast up to four times in just a sentence.

Having difficulty in deciphering the message from a work of art is totally defeating.

I prefer Chinua Achebe. I'm neither yoruba nor ibo. I developed interest in reading during my preteen days. I read a couple of Nigerian authors. I found Wole quite fascinating in poetry. However, Achebe and Buchi Emecheta made me want to read more african stuff. It reached deep inside my heart. I never got such feeling with Wole, albeit I did see a level of high intelligence. I read Arrow of God countless number of times. The Lion and Jewel I tried to read but stopped halfway many times. My mum motivated me, I mean she kept talking about Lakunle and his complex dictions, or I would never had gotten to the end of the book. And one more thing, I am a great admirer of the yorubas. But right now, Achebe gets my vote.