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adegwurulez: Android is very 'user friendly' They are some apps that can help writers. personally,i use my memo to type my work. So anytime i want to update on nl, i just proof read then copy and paste. This way, you can finish your work before posting them online but lazy me, i prefer to upload half works. All am saying is, 'you go enjoy android'.

thanks na typing with touch screen be problem now

Congrats on hitting FP Noble...

adegwurulez: first of all, good work and congrats on hitting fp. That said, i dont want you to put all your blames on ur mobile phone. proof reading aint all about reading with ur 'writer's' eye but doing so with ur 'reader's' eye. You can blame phone for pagraphing(some java phones cant paragragh) but you cant blame phone for tenses and spelling. Some of us type with android phones(no buttons). Just make ur proof reading a lil more critical. All the best man.

Mr Ade plz how do u find typing on an android, I want to change my fone but I'm worried it will affect my typing and all

$Πøwpr¡Π¢€:
den u'gat 1 ryt here.haha

lolzz..okay ooo I hear u.

Confused abt ASUU? Wat I mean is if not 4 d strike I probably wouldn't have thought of writing

walewunmi: Hmmmmn stef u got a lot up ur sleeves dan I could possibly imagine...nice work sis!

tnks...*I'm humbled*

iamayodeji: I really like this last piece. Should I say Gbenga is very opened or he just wants to bring as many as possible people into his problem circle, that guy!

Ore seems curious to get into dami's head but the question is: Can he handle the bombshell when Dami drops it?

hmmm..no mind Gbenga but its good in a way

Ore ehn is d kind of friend I want...dey know wen a smile is faked

repogirl: I write in reply of the first article on stealing from one's parents..... If you call that stealing then I was a chief armed robber..... As per bad geh that time. I used to add so much to my fees and other payments that I had enough money to invest in shares...lool. I was a bigs geh in skl.

I knew my father could afford it sha and the guy was a bit frugal with my allowance but if I knew then what I know now, I wldnt have taxed him that much.... Maybe smaller amounts .

I like what you are doing here a lot, giving people a rethink with these short tales, its great. Keep up the good work.

lolzzz...
Thanks

Oluwalala: Captivating story I must say! One begin to wonder how this medical/pharmacist dudes/chicks manage to combine literature and science

thanks All thanks 2 ASUU oooo

[size=15pt]WHAT WOULD YOU GIVE?[/size]

Ifechi watched as the young man walking in front of her dipped his hand into his pocket to get his phone, in the process a note fell.

She did not bother to call him, she walked further and discovered it was a ₦200 note, she looked around and picked the money quickly. It wasn’t her first time taking people things, the guy would probably not notice that the money was missing.

Vincent got to the bus park, he had woken up and not anticipated having a bad day,but today had topped the chart of bad days he had experienced.

He had received a call that his mother was sick, while heading to work very early that morning, he had misplaced his wallet which contained his money, ATM cards, ID cards and other important documents.

His co-worker Jide had helped him with lunch and ₦200 to transport him back home. He stood and was waiting for a bus heading to Aguda. The other conductors were demanding ₦200 but he planned to pay ₦150, the ₦50 might come in handy later, even though he had little cash at home, he couldn’t afford any luxury now.

Luckily a bus came and the fare was exactly his wish. He sat in the bus amidst other passengers who got in as well.

“Your money there?”, the conductor collected his money from the passengers and hissed silently when he got to Vincent.

The look he saw on the guy’s face wasn’t something he needed, he was tired of these people who boarded buses and came up with a silly lie not to pay.

“Oga, your money?”
Vincent was dumbstruck, he had kept the money in his pocket after he received it from Jide. How would he explain to the angry-faced conductor?

“Oga, answer me now, if you no wan pay me,just come down now.”
“No vex, I be put the money for my pocket, I no see am again.”
The conductor hissed out loud, “Oga, come down jaweeee.”

—————

Amina walked into her room, she met Tinu watching a movie on her laptop.

“Hello, Tinu,” she greeted.
“Welcome,” the reply was a non-chalant one.

Amina was not in the mood to get in a fight, Tinu was always out for touble, the last thing she needed was to get in a fight. She needed to call her uncle, and inform him that his wife had been hospitalised.

She was broke and had no call credit on her phone.
“Tinu, please do you have airtime?”
Tinu gave her a look that could kill.

“What happen?”
“Uhm, please could you allow me make use of it, just one minute?”
“I can’t because I don’t have, even if i have i won’t give you.” Tinu finally replied.

—————-

Joyce mother was sad, ever since her daughter came home for her holidays, the girl had hardly spent time at home. Joyce did not help out with house work, she just went out early and got back late.

She did not want to be a kill joy, but she wished her daughter would just give a little of her time to spend with her family.

***************

*sighs*

Ifechi, Tinu, Joyce, what did they all do wrong? They did not give when they could have.

Many a times in life, we are presented with opportunities to put smiles on the faces of people, but we choose rather to pass on such opportunites, which is very wrong.

Poor Vincent, all the trouble he went through in a day could have been less if Ifechi had called him to pick his money, she could have given her love, care and attention to a stranger in distress.

Inasmuch as we cannot tell if Tinu had airtime on her phone but her statement: ‘If I have, I won’t give you’ is a harsh statement that must have hurt the recipient Aminat.

Joyce could have given her love to her mum and her family but ignorantly spends more time with her friends.

Helping others doesn’t have to be just in monetary matters, you could be putting a smile on that person besides you by just speaking sweet words to them, or just showing them that you care.

The little things we think do not count actually count the most, so these week, take the challenge of putting smiles on the faces of as many whom you come across.

I hope I have been able to get you to smile.


Visit my blog for more...on my signature

Ella I just love d humour...9ce one

chade: Tnx 4 d update,but its short o

Chade thats 4998 words, I know because it was remaining 2 letas more..my apologies

Ifex9: Yea! They're tears like "rain drops" princess

I be tink say na 2face drop comment oooo

*continued*

"Good morning Ma," the gardener greeted his madam who obviously did not realise she was grinning so much.
"Good morning," she replied and walked past him.

Haruna dropped the shears in his hand on the floor and looked at the pretty woman who just walked past him, only God knew why she was in such a jolly mood.
For the past five months since he started working there, she had never replied his greetings.

He sighed, picked up his shears and got back to his work. Whatever made her happy, he prayed it lasted.

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Sandra proceeded to her office while silently singing the song she had been singing all the while. Why were her co-workers looking at her as if she was in her birthday suit?

She checked the cream coloured pant trousers she was wearing, was something wrong with it? Her black cotton shirt was still in perfect condition, so what was with their looks? She ignored them and kept on humming to herself.

They could not understand what it felt like to be in love.

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"I wonder why you are sleeping like a log of wood," Felicia said to Omoye who was still rubbing her eyes, she obviously did not like the fact that her sleep had been disturbed.

"Good morning Mama," she greeted with a yawn, why did her mother wake her up? Was she not suppose to be at her shop already?
"Good morning, you know where I keep my purse?" Felicia asked.

Omoye shook her head, so this was the reason her sleep was interrupted. "When was the last time you saw it?" she asked her mother while scanning the room for the possible location of the purse.

"Is that not it there?" she pointed to a black purse on the table.
"I just bring this one out now, na the brown one I dey find, my money dey inside." Felicia explained.

Both mother and daughter stood and searched for the purse, eventually they found it in Felicia's bag. Omoye nearly hissed, so the darn purse was in her bag the whole time. Felicia noticed Omoye's reaction and apologised to her daughter, it was a similarity she had with her father, they cherished their sleep.

"No vex, I don disturb you. Your pale go soon come, make u take am jeje oh." she aplogised and advised.
"Yes Ma," Omoye replied, she doubted if the sleep would return again.

After her mother left, she tried to memorise lines she would use when her father showed up.
'Dad, welcome I'm sorry I've been a prodigal daughter.'

She would have to kneel down she said to herself, 'Papa, Please forgive me'

She kept on mumbling different lines to herself. She did not realise she had spent about thirty minutes analysing how the meeting would go.

The sound of the door opening separated her from the world of her thoughts.

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Chuks shook hands with Gbenga and Femi,
"Long time," he addressed Gbenga.
"Na so oh,"

Princess waved at both men, she wanted to take her seat but would it not be rude to just sit as if she was in good rapport with them.
Chuks obviously knew the stranger, and her silly brother could not even help with the introductions.

"Gbenga meet Chuks sister Princess, Princess Gbenga," Femi introduced both parties, "You can sit Princess." he added.
Princess blessed him in her mind for coming to her rescue, she sat while nodding her head at Gbenga who waved at her.

"Gbenga we'll talk later now," Femi said to Gbenga, he was yet to find out what issue Gbenga had gotten himself into. And he was sure it was not a good thing, he did not want to involve outsiders, they could discuss it later.

"No oh, they might even be of help," Gbenga objected.
"Uhn?" Femi asked, was his cousin thinking?

"I'm serious Femi, I'm confused. They might be of help."
"Whats wrong?" Chuks asked, were this guys involved in dirty deals? Maybe he and Princess should not have come in here in the first place.

Princess however brought out her phone and started playing a game, she would resist joining their conversation.
"Na woman matter oh," Gbenga replied.

Princess ears were alert, she was interested in the gist but did not show it. She just pretended to be engrossed in her phone.
"What else?" Femi hissed, "I need a glass of water." he said to no one in particular while leaving the sitting room.

He came back few minutes later and asked, "so are you done explaining to Chuks? Princess is obviously not interested in the discussion."
Princess looked up as she heard her name, there had been no discussion. What was this one saying?

"Femi, sit down. I really need your help, no jokes." Gbenga pleaded.
"Oya now talk, let me just stand." Femi replied.

"Okay, a lady is pregnant for me. The thing is she wants to abort the pregnancy while I want her to keep it. Its causing issues." Gbenga narrated.

Femi looked at his cousin, "Whatever happened to using protection?"
"It was a mistake that happened once," Gbenga replied with his face downwards.

Princess looked at Chuks, she had expected him to ask the question as a player and not Femi but was surprised when she saw something in his eyes.

Were those tears?

LogoDWhiz: Awe in yoruba lang means "friend"...

tnks

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he no good to chop and clean mouth ooo...anyways I'm working on how I can update by 12am...my ba3 dey misbehave but d update would serve 4 26th of Dec oooo...

Thanks all plus d ghostreaders and d guests...Love u all

noble4d: typing on mobile is not an easy task.... no matter how many times a work is reviewed,there will still be errors. As for the tenses,u should know that I employed Ist person narrative technique. tanks

I understand...but would u believe if I tell u I've neva used a laptop to type any of my updates both on NL and on my blog.

I do evrytin via my small nokia 200... Just try 2 improve.

All d best

jhidey08: it's a yoruba word. Aren't u a yoruba miss?

I'm igbo ooo...but I tink awe has more than one meaning, I know of fasting...cant recall d 2nd one...

I know pple bear 'awe' as a name...oyaa help me out

Sagytarius: Buh, on a more serious note, will those girls invest the excess N7500; or will it be channeled to fixing nails talons and Venezuelan hairs?

wait lemme ask Ifa

walewunmi: Dats nt stealing joor ow kan u call dat one stealing (ahan dats na understatement) dis wat we call a professional robbery at an higher scale lool bt honestly I totally agree wit u *wat one does 2day 2wice wud be done one 2moro*

lolzzz...u got me until I saw 'understatement'

we reap what we sow oooo

dammygoody: GOOD!!!!I actually wanted to suggest bringing it here when I read it on your blog but here you are............ I also want to suggest a piece on "Principle for the week" or on any of the short inspirational sections in your blog............I might PM you tomorrow,is that ok by you?

tnks...u can PM me anytym..its nothing

Sagytarius: The story was quite short that I finished reading it before I finished munching my guguru and zobo.

All the same, the story was interesting.

lolzzz...d story sef na pretty dwarf...d remaining guguru and zobo use am 4 my blog or my oda story now or beta still share

jhidey08: none of d above, I'll luv 2b called 'awe', only because it is u o, cos ur story is amazing and I'm sure u'll also b. So u can address me as 'awe'. So wot would u lyk 2b called? Mama, sisi, my lady, baby, aunty, mummy, which 1? Jst pick

lolzzz...abeg oooo, Just call me Steph oooo or Miss.

P.S: that 'awe' is it english or yoruba

Noble just stumbled on ur story...

Good storyline I must tell u, but watch your paragraphing, spacing, length, tenses, spellings.

You can read stories of other writers who use the same style of narration as yours.
And before you post each chapter try to read them.

That way you can picture how your readers will feel when reading them, mind you some chapters will end up being messed up. But your aim should be bringing out the beauty in the mess.

#following

$Πøwpr¡Π¢€:
well i wud say dei dd nt steal but dey tactically colectd wat belongz 2 d minis†ry ..hahaha
#**★TeamGordons comedy clinik**★#

really?

Hehehehe...see me see wahala

KingzPen: Guess you should ask Jehoshaphat how he became King at 8...

I have 2 admit..9ce one..u try

D9ty7: Kingzpen don't mind Stefikal o. She don old baje, she told me she don born ur type seven. Its a secret o.

so is it still a secret...infact I don vex I'm 127 years old

$Πøwpr¡Π¢€:
#hahahaha gentle man i guess d Op is a female species cuz dia is an f tagd 2 de name# and beside dnt try dat @ hme.skul or anywia #hahahaha gentle man i guess d Op is a female species cuz dia is an f tagd 2 de name# and beside dnt try dat @ hme.skul or anywia

tnks jaweee

slimthugchimee: You just made me waist 3mins of my time reading this rubbish(angry) were the Bleep is my gun i will kill this guy how there him do this to me ooooo u are dead

Chai!
I don offend...bros calm down, no vex!
And I'm a girl...

D moral lesson is simple: what u sow you'll reap, so don't dupe(or do any bad thing to) others(not just ur parents) so u won't be treated likewise.

#CaseClosed

Flygeriansteve: Limerick.

There was a man named Jonathan
Who travelled to Manhattan
All to ring a bell
Twas funny as hell
When he was hailed by his clan.

A president nicked Jonathan
Had head light like raft
He swore he had no shoes
Had never tasted booze
Till he showed us his craft

Disclaimer: I dont hate GEJ, i just felt like this at the time

dis got me laughing

Too short uhn?

Don't mind me, it was actually an inspirational article on my blog. You can pick the lessons out of the story but for me it ends here.

If you want to read something longer, check my sig and read the series there.

Make una no vex.


but drop your comments ooooo

I sat on the chair near the pharmacognosy laboratory, the lab report was to be submitted tomorrow morning before 8am. I still had other assignments to take care of so i had to finish the lab report before heading back to the hostel.

Just then i heard voices, i looked up to see some of my coursemates.
Yinka snatched my pen from me, the guy was full of trouble. Despite the fact that he was the class representative, he was still a handful.

I hissed and snapped at him, “Give me the pen, i have a lot of work to do.”
“Just leave that one first and listen to what Yinka has to say,” Keji said.

I wondered what was up.
“Yinka, oyaaa talk.”
Yinka stood and adjusted his collar, the guy was full of drama.

He cleared his throat before saying, “Well, the department of Anatomy has asked all students to pay the sum of ₦3000 on or before next week wednesday. Those who do not pay won’t be allowed to participate in the incourse slated for nextweek friday.”

“What?” I asked, “I mean, what is the money for?”
Blessing who had been quiet all the while finally spoke, “Wo, o ti sun mi(See, I’m tired), after we’ve payed for all the necessary registration, they still come up with another textbook for sale.”

I packed my lab manual and my jotter into my bag. We decided to walk towards the hostel while discussing on the ₦3000 fee.

When i got to my room, my roommates Kaka, Ruth and Ebube were discussing on the anatomy levy. Ruth brought out her phone and made a call, i didn’t know who she was calling until she spoke.

“Hello Dad,” a pause.
“We have a test nextweek, and there is a textbook we have to buy before then.”
“We just got notified today Dad”
She laughed and continued,

“That’s my sweet daddy, Its ₦10,500.” She said while checking out her fingernails.
When Ruth was done with her call, the girls giggled and teased her. Apparently, they had called their parents before I came in, i just didn’t understand the whole idea.

“Hey girls,” I said.
They gave me a look that shot bullets.
“Chill now, I only wanted to ask a question.”

The girls always felt I was bad-luck to them, why would a First-class Nerd be their room-mate.
“Uhm, why do you people have fun stealing from your parents.”

Ebube looked at me as though I had gone mad.
“We don’t steal, we ask and they give us,” she replied.

“But you lie to them.” I countered.
“Wait, so you’re trying to imply that we steal and lie to them. We are simply spending their money, grow up Geek.”
They all laughed.

“And besides,” Ebube continued, “If we don’t steal from them, who will?”


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The story above is a typical scenario among teenagers and youths, many don’t see the big deal in it.

“Whoso robbeth his father or his mother, and saith, It is no transgression; the same is the companion of a destroyer.”

This was what I came across while reading my Bible some days ago. ‘Prov 28: 24′. So you stealing from your parents or ‘taking’ from them isn’t right. You are similar to a destroyer and you can destroy your parents(You don’t want that, do you?)

Moreover, what you sow is what you reap, so the next time you decide to ‘take’ extra from your parents. Bear in mind that your children will do the same to you.

Take Care.

#LetsGetInspired.

D9ty7: My subscription will finish today.

Okay I understand

KingzPen: Tomorrow Boss... Just got home...

how can a 12 year old be your Boss