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Gamine:
well
it sounds like a journal

and i must say this chapter 2 is a bit too graphic for me!!!
lol

yes, it is more like a journal thing, too graphic expanciate

anongal:
read it again!

sweetheart, maybe you move from that to all other authors in the african writer series, check out camara laye's african child

Chapter 2

Work! Work!! Work!!! It has been work all throughout but I am enjoying every little bit of it. At least I get to earn my income. Make sure you love what you do, that’s what I tell those who love to hear and I sure love what I do.
I have been traveling around since I resumed. Did I mention that I went to two neighboring countries last week? Well, that’s how it’s been and you can imagine, I have not even had time for myself. I can’t complain; it has taken my mind off some things. My colleagues have been very friendly. In fact two of the girls are my good friends now. Cynthia is tall and fair in complexion. She could pass for pretty and she is the talky type while Tolu is more reserved, dark and petite. Dan has been my second. We’ve being going places together.
Dan is a jovial, bald, short man with always a twinkle in his eye. He has a great personality and he never has a dull moment. He talks greatly about his wife and kids which always makes me long for my own family. We are preparing for our annual party so the office has been very busy. It’s going to be an after-dinner affair and you’re required to bring a date. Well, I don’t have a date but I know something will come before then, trust me. I went to Gombe with Dan and by the time we came back I had a brainwave so I called Michael to help me out but he was not back and wouldn’t be back till the day after the party. I was a little bit down since he was the only person.
I decided to go alone. On the day of the party I was so jittery at the prospect of going alone that by the end of working hours I had already worked myself out. I got home around 4.p.m. I had taken my car for a proper clean up earlier so Cynthia had dropped me off to pick it up. When I got home I just took my bath and flopped in the lounge and before I knew it I fell asleep. I woke up around 6.30 feeling a little bit refreshed. I took my bath then started looking for what to wear. I finally chose a dark purple low-neck gown with yellow trimmings at the sleeves. I added a pair of silver-heeled sandals and pearls for the accessories. I made curls at the tip of my hair and left it down; I have rather long hair; made face up and was ready. I was summoning up courage to go when my doorbell rang. I was grateful for that but I didn’t know who was at the door. I opened the door and my joy knew no bounds. I threw away caution and gave my visitor a big bear hug. I was as if I had found a long-lost friend, which was rather true. Michael was as surprised was I was for hugging him. So off we went to the party and I felt complete. I talked throughout the ride. He said he had come back early and decided to come and check if I had gotten another date. He said he couldn’t miss the chance to be his friend’s younger sister’s date. That way he would be able to watch out for me like his friend asked. Could you believe that? He was still treating me like a baby; he even called me kiddo. I got irritated but all the same I was grateful for his company. When we got to the party we kind of made a statement. In fact Cynthia fell in love with Michael immediately. I know this because after dinner she came to me separately to ask if I was going out with him and I said no. So she confided in me and asked me to introduce her then give them the opportunity to talk and dance together. Sooner than I expected the opportunity came and I introduced then them left them to chat with Dan and his wife, Zainab. Zainab is a lovely little woman, quiet with bobbing hair. They were a happy couple. You could see love shining in their eyes. Zainab became my very good friend. We just clicked like that. We talked like old friends. She told me about her baby girl and the elder brother. She invited me to their place and I said sure. I later wandered back to where Michael was and was surprised to find him alone.
"How come you’re alone? Where is my friend?”
"Your boss just called her."
“So do you like her? I mean has she been terrific company.”
“Yes,” he said smiling.
“Better than me, I suppose.”
“Are you fishing for a compliment?”
“Oh no.”
“Come to think of it, I haven’t said anything to you tonight.”
“I don’t need it.”
“You don’t need to but all the same you’re looking fantastic.”
I smiled and said thanks but inside my heart went thump thump and I felt goose bumps. I grinned at him and told him he was looking so handsome and that caught him off-guard. He gave this look that I couldn’t understand then smiled. He said thanks and asked me to dance so off we went to the dance floor and by the time we got there, the music changed to slow. He held me close and we swayed to the music and you know what? For a brief moment I felt at home, I felt I was with my soul mate and I imagined it was my wedding night. I was still in my reverie when the music stopped and I looked up at my partner to find him looking at me quizzically. I wouldn’t know why, maybe because I had the self-satisfied smirk on my face because I laid my head on his shoulder throughout the dance. After the dance I saw Cynthia coming towards us. I beckoned to her and when she came over I left on the excuse that I needed some fresh air. I went to load my plate and snaffled the only chocolate bar there. I got myself a drink and went to the garden and sat under a tree picnicking by myself, enjoying myself and trying to figure out my reaction towards Michael. After much thought I concluded it was due to my lack of sex in a long while but why should it be my own brother’s friend? I thought, because he is the only available person?
“Available” the little voice in me asked.
“Well, I don’t know,” I said, “or maybe he’s just too handsome.”
“You can say that again,” the voice said during the dialogue with me. A shadow loomed over me and I nearly jumped out of my skin.
“What is a pretty girl like you doing alone in the dark?” the voice said.
“First thing, I am not trying to be rude but in answer to your question. Sometimes I like being alone,” I replied and behold the voice came out and in front of me stood the most plan-looking man I have ever set my eyes on. I couldn’t see his face very well but I could feel his plainness penetrating into the air. He was tall and lanky.
“I am Isaiah George,” he said and we shook hands. “So, Sylvia, how are you finding the party? Boring, I guess, since you are here alone. Did you bring a date? Guess he’s not caring enough to leave you all by yourself. My date just went to the ladies’, that’s why I came here. By the way, I work as a snake trader. Funny eh? I just love animals and snakes are my best pets.”
All the time I was thinking to myself how come somebody could talk this long without swallowing saliva! Where the hell is his date sef! I pity the poor girl but before I could state the thought I saw the date coming to him. Praise the Lord, I said to myself.
“Ok, later, it was nice chatting with you,” Isaiah said and I’m like, who’s been chatting? It’s meant to be, it’s nice lecturing you. Immediately after the episode I packed my plate and walk languidly back to the party and I think the drink had started working then because I felt I was floating. I steadied myself when I got to the door and tried to check for Michael. I saw him scanning the room and I guess he was looking for me because immediately he saw me he came over. It was time to leave, to make my farewells to friends. I kissed Zaniab on the cheek, promising to come check her some day. By the time we walked to the car I was feeling so tipsy that I started dancing to a tune in my head. What tune? I cannot remember. The fresh air didn’t do anything to my predicament. I was totally smashed. I don’t know what Michael did so I can’t say something about him. I just knew that when I got home he helped me to the door and since my hands were not steady he unlocked my door and led me inside. You know what happened then? I really didn't know how it happened but I found myself kissing Michael. Men, but it was out of this world. I was boiling, building or whatever you can think of. Although Michael resisted for a little while he relaxed and deepened the kiss. My tongue was on fire; it was as if I hadn’t kissed before. I thought the hair on my head was burning. I felt so hot. I was so aroused my nipples were staining to get out of the cloth. I pressed my body to his and I felt his arousal too. I moaned and tried to get my clothes off but the freaking things clung. Michael’s fingers gripped my nipple and I shuddered. I thought I was going to die if he didn’t touch me. No sooner that I shuddered than he broke the kiss and said,
“Be a good girl and go to bed, you’re drunk!”
I was flabbergasted. I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out. Have you ever seen a black blushing before? That was what I said. I was so embarrassed I just tuned to my bedroom straight .I didn’t even say goodnight and he had the guts to remind me to bath with cold water. Well, I did what he said and felt better. I tried blaming the drink but I think I had it coming. Well, the last thought I had before I slept was that that was the last of Michael I would see but I was wrong. I had just started seeing him.

thanks, i wrote it just fun but you make me feel it is worth reading, maybe i'ld do some editing anyway try enjoy chapter 2

anongal:
Things fall apart Chinua Achebe. seriously when last did all u book worms read it? read it u wont regret.

i read it 1997, a decade earlier, move with time honey

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thats chapter one, i'll send in the next chapter as soon as someone take an interest in the novel

Chapter One

I could remember that day like it just happened but no, it happened about two years ago, I had just got a new job that took me far away from home and here I am in the bedroom of the accommodation the corporation gave me. I work as a statistical analyst in geography, boring it might to you but I enjoy it and I’m good at what I do, especially because I do a lot of traveling.
The accommodation was a two-bedroom with everything one could think of but still I felt incomplete: I was lonely. I had left all my friends and family just to change scenario and, you know, have adventures.
Nevertheless, I still miss them but, knowing me, the feeling of a lost soul won’t last. By the way, I had just broken up with my guy like a week to my departure so one has got to do what the other has got to do. I have my reasons that I wouldn’t want to elaborate upon.
I got introduced to all of my co-workers earlier that morning and I thought - in fact know – that some people were going to the difficult but others were going to be simple to get along with. By the way, should I say that people trust me easily? I mean I radiate positive vibes. About me, I am what you could call charming although not all workers consider me beautiful. My greatest asset is my sense of humor. Physically, my structure is not bad. I have all the curves in the right places: proportional, slim, tall etc. Hey, I’ve got a nice face too; in fact my eyes could be called sexy. I’ll leave you to make out of what I’ve just described.
Away from me, I got back home that afternoon thinking it was time to reflect on my past to make my future. I was beginning to feel old I mean I am twenty-nine years old and not married. Also, I don’t have any serious relationship at hand. All my friends are all married with one or two kids. Not that I have a bad character or something is wrong with me it’s just that I haven’t fallen in love yet. I seek true love and nothing less. I mean, lets face it, I am the hopelessly romantic type, and I have tried to use my head but it hasn’t worked so I have accepted me for me. I believe in true love and living happily ever after. Is there anything bad in that? I don’t think so and I don’t care about what you think, either. What I know is that I can’t settle for less. It’s either my soul mate or nothing. No second best - sorry I diverted again.
So I was standing in the middle of my luxurious apartment wondering what to do with my time when my phone rang. I picked it up wondering who it was and guess what? It was my elder brothers’ secondary school mate. My brother Alex called him to inform him of my arrival. By the way, I don’t really think I like that but what would I do? I think I was eager to see Michael. I hadn’t seen him since he was little. I remember he was very skinny then and, well, I think he was also a little bit dumb then. He didn’t really talk much as far as I remembered. But the voice that spoke to me was quite different. It had been fifteen years so I expected him to be different or maybe I didn’t know what I expected. He asked about the family and asked me out to dinner so that we could talk about everything and nothing. I accepted since I had nothing to do and I was in a new lane.
We fixed for 8 p.m. He said he would pick me up and bring me home. It was around 5 p.m. I still had three hours so I took what was meant to be a nap and I woke up around seven, can you imagine! Anyway, I was well rested; I took my bath then started looking for what to wear. Did I mention I love dresses and I have a bunch of them? It took me close thirty minutes to choose what to wear. I didn’t want to look either too formal or too informal. At last I choose a mauve silk shirt with a pair of dark brown corduroy pants. I added a gold belt with a gold pair of slippers. I wore tiny gold earrings and chain, my make-up was ok and I was ready about five minutes to eight. I thought I looked stunning but who was stunned I can’t say. My doorbell rang at eight on the dot and I opened it to find the most handsome man. I was speechless; I just gawked. He was tall, not fat; he looked like the outdoor type. A stud, if I can use that word, dark and macho.
Michael said I was looking good and it’s been a long time. I just nodded. I couldn’t get anything out of my mouth but I recovered quickly. I asked him to enter for a while before we took off and he did. He looked around and asked for water. We left about five minute later to the restaurant. Ocean View was really a sight but can’t be compared to my company. Men, somebody had changed and I mean in everything. He was no more the thin, lanky boy but a strongly built bloke. Do you get the picture? I was so preoccupied with my thoughts to hear what he said
“So?” he asked.
“Sorry, I didn’t hear you.”
“I asked how it has been with you,” he repeated.
“Oh everything has been well, how about you?”
“Cool.”
“Alex said you’re a statistical analyst. It’s very interesting because I remember you never liked dull moments.”
“Well, I get me to travel a lot and I really enjoy it. What do you do?”
“Little things here and there.”
“And what does that mean?”
“I do a wide range of things from architecture to construction work. Anything, just name it and our company is there. Shall we?”
I ordered a plate of peppered shrimps and crab sauce and he ordered the same.
‘And how is your family?” I asked.
‘Fine.”
“How many kids have you got?’
‘None’
“Sorry I asked”
“Oh, it’s nothing. I know you to be the inquisitive type so next question.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“I know you are dying to ask why I don’t have kids.”
“Don’t be too sure of yourself ok, why?”
“Because I am not married.”
“Why? But Alex told me you were to get married some time ago.”
‘Yes, but things didn’t work out.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
‘Don’t be. Enough about me lets talk about you instead.’
“There is nothing to talk about.”
“There are things to talk about. I want to know all you’ve been doing with yourself since the last time we saw.”
“Well, I can remember clearly we were not close, then why the sudden change?”
“Just looking for something to say.”
We both kept quiet and concentrated on our meal. God bless me, I have got this huge appetite that nothing ever disturbs.
The food was as delicious as the view but there was only one thing, I couldn’t keep my eyes off him and believe me, he knew. To crown it all, he was amused and I just got irritated. Having searched for something to say I started this conversation about the weather. Who cares about weather anyway?
I finally got to ask him about him and he was delighted to tell me all he knew that after dinner I felt I had known him forever.
One thing I have to say is that although he is still quiet, he is a very strong
conversationalist and not boring at all.
Did I mention we took a metallic-brown Mercedes Benz convertible? Well, that is by the way. When we got home, I asked him in for a nightcap, which he declined gracefully. Anyway, I enjoyed myself despite by speechlessness and he left. As I was getting ready for bed I thought to myself, men, he is good looking but not my type. I mean I prefer sanguine but see me, who says the first impression lasts longer! Tell the person to try second impression.

reading a little bit of this story got me thinking, when i was doing my youth service, i got bored and i wrote a long shortish story , just thinking there isn't anything bad in posting it and you guys tell what you think, sincerely hope you enjoy it. , it kind of a romance novel, check it out

i read alot of books too, just finished reading - y u act d way u act by tim lalaye, very interesting, makes you know more about yourself, i am on the art of seduction by robert greene for those who want power, those interested in polictics and generally how to win people to your side, 48 laws of power also by robert greene is also very interesting, as for novels, i love sidney sheldons' still looking for the memories of midnight, nora roberts/j.d. robbs, and likes of funny environmentalist - hassien, human psychological novels like that of jonathan kellerman, and there is this author i love very much but i can't seem to remember his name, too bad am i am still on one of his books.