Dumb write up

The only thing I love about awka is its steady power supply.....fashola can like to learn from adaobi

Can't believe I read everything......

KAYCEEJUNIOR: IN ANAMBRA.....WE DONT HAV LIGHT....BUT WE AR LIGHT OF THE NATION........BETA PRAY FOR GOD TO MAK A WAY FOR U

Speak for yourself.....there's more light in awka than there is in any part of lagos

haymoney01: she was the bride

That wasn't tonto dike

Naija 4 - ethiopia 0

I really do not buy d idea of not promoting a students because they had a pass in english or maths.....there are situations where the student has A's in all other subject but a pass in maths and as a result is denied promotion....persons that falll within this bracket should be granted promotion on compassionate grounds as asking the person 2 repeat would not guarantee that the person would become better in that failed course and can only lead 2 depression which might make him fail those courses which he is good at....the promotion criteria has to be reviewed

Nothin is happenin in awka

Can't wait for 'plan b' monday

Y won't she age....is she benjamin burton?

After obiano's much bickering about how he has all d degrees in the world we finally found out at the end he had written every single thing he said in different papers while d illiterate ifeanyi ubah had just 1......4 alll ur degrees we woulda thought you'd be able 2 think on the spot *dumbass*.......#teamubah......

Shidren of nowadays

How did dat nigguh dat sang kukere not make the list

Feeedeeeefeeee!!!

.

*Sngs* I'm louie the pest I spread disease with the greatest of ease, straight frm rubbish 2 u,and here's my gang we bad and mean,I'm mighty and strong buh I rili h8 mum wth d dreaded MORTEIN!!

Please people, I need your help to win the Etisalat Prize for flash fiction literature.

As I step into the house, it’s empty. At least it feels so. I bound up the stairs two at a time and get to the landing.
I turn left headed to my studio.
I do not hear the sounds at first-maybe because I don’t expect it-but it
slowly registers in my consciousness. I turn back and head to the
source of the sound; my bedroom. As I get closer, I get this eerie
feeling like they do in movies and I feel goosebumps all over.
The sound continues; tap tap tap.
The house is tiled and I make no sound as I walk towards the door.
When I get to the door, it’s ajar. Nothing strange about that. Am not
particular about closing doors or bringing down the toilet cover. The
sound stops as I touch the door handle. A loud silence envelopes the
house.
If I were watching a movie, I would probably call the actor a fool for going ahead to enter the room.
I open the door.
As I step into the room, I receive a heavy shove and I fall headlong on
the floor. As I struggle to turn around, my attacker pounces on me. The
knife in his hands tries to plunge into my chest. I grab his hands and
we struggle.....continue reading and vote @ etisalatprize.com/unforeseen/....I nid una help more dan eva...help a brother!

Please people, I need your help to win the Etisalat Prize for flash fiction literature.

As I step into the house, it’s empty. At least it feels so. I bound up the stairs two at a time and get to the landing.
I turn left headed to my studio.
I do not hear the sounds at first-maybe because I don’t expect it-but it
slowly registers in my consciousness. I turn back and head to the
source of the sound; my bedroom. As I get closer, I get this eerie
feeling like they do in movies and I feel goosebumps all over.
The sound continues; tap tap tap.
The house is tiled and I make no sound as I walk towards the door.
When I get to the door, it’s ajar. Nothing strange about that. Am not
particular about closing doors or bringing down the toilet cover. The
sound stops as I touch the door handle. A loud silence envelopes the
house.
If I were watching a movie, I would probably call the actor a fool for going ahead to enter the room.
I open the door.
As I step into the room, I receive a heavy shove and I fall headlong on
the floor. As I struggle to turn around, my attacker pounces on me. The
knife in his hands tries to plunge into my chest. I grab his hands and
we struggle.....continue reading and vote @ etisalatprize.com/unforeseen/....I nid una help more dan eva...help a brother!

Please people, I need your help to win the Etisalat Prize for flash fiction literature.

As I step into the house, it’s empty. At least it feels so. I bound up the stairs two at a time and get to the landing.
I turn left headed to my studio.
I do not hear the sounds at first-maybe because I don’t expect it-but it
slowly registers in my consciousness. I turn back and head to the
source of the sound; my bedroom. As I get closer, I get this eerie
feeling like they do in movies and I feel goosebumps all over.
The sound continues; tap tap tap.
The house is tiled and I make no sound as I walk towards the door.
When I get to the door, it’s ajar. Nothing strange about that. Am not
particular about closing doors or bringing down the toilet cover. The
sound stops as I touch the door handle. A loud silence envelopes the
house.
If I were watching a movie, I would probably call the actor a fool for going ahead to enter the room.
I open the door.
As I step into the room, I receive a heavy shove and I fall headlong on
the floor. As I struggle to turn around, my attacker pounces on me. The
knife in his hands tries to plunge into my chest. I grab his hands and
we struggle.....continue reading and vote @ etisalatprize.com/unforeseen/....I nid una help more dan eva...help a brother!

Please people, a friend needs your help to win the Etisalat Prize for flash fiction literature. Click here to vote for him .Thanks... etisalatprize.com/unforeseen/

D pipl hu kild doze women shud b chargd wth murder,4 God's sake wt if doze women wer unda duress or sumtin,ds is exactly wt hapnd wth d ALUU 4.....we shudnt encourage jungle justce in any way