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Love to read
Thanks for such amazing story
You did a great work with it

Charlesdonald:
Dear Emeka

I write to you with a heart full of joy and happiness that on this day I can get hold of breath and send this letter of roses in thorns to you.

I want you to sent this same message of hope to my mother, I should have done this directly to her but I want you to bear the burden for me and let her see only the joy.

Tell mum that I’m fine and I love her from my heart and soul, nothing on earth can make me forget her cries and suffering just to see me through. My going to London wouldn’t have been possible without her

Her efforts brought me here. Tell her that I sent my gratitude to her for selling all her hollandaise wrapper, jewelries and even the small piece of land papa left for us before he died just to push me out for a greener pasture here in London.

Tell her that I cannot forget all the money she borrowed from her village meeting and friends that was swindled by scammers at her first attempt to send me here.

For all the love she gave me, I say; I don’t mind dying just to make her happy. If it warrant going to the moon to make her happy, then she should see me dangling in the sun already.

Emeka tell her that I sent about 10,000 dollars to her through western union and also help her get it out. Tell her to use the money to pay for all the dept and also make sure that my little siblings are back to school.

Tell her to look for a comfortable apartment in the island or perhaps help her look for it. When you see one, pay for it because I will be sending 15,000 dollars by next month.

Tell her not to worry about me, tell her that where I am now there is no phone since we are foreigners, that we aren’t allowed to use phones and wouldn’t want to stress her in trying to get my mails, I will still be sending it to you, Emeka but as for money, I would send directly.

Tell her I love her and I miss the family but please don’t tell her I’m in jail.


Story Source: http://charlesdonaldfreeman.com.ng/a-message-to-my-mother/

It reminds me of the song
Take a message to mary

feel like to commit suicide!!!
U know that moment you disgrace urself by urself? That's exactly what happened yesterday. On Thursday night I no fit sleep because of ghjgjffjghk, I was disturbing my wife upandan for friendly match so when gbedu start, she wan kee me!. In the morning my Mom called and demanded that I must go to Tarry night with her, So when we got to the church on Friday night, as I no fit cheat nature again sleep come dey catch me but I was just trying to maintain as a Gee wey I be... When they started praying, everybody came to the altar infront of the Church, the prayer got so serious that I knelt down with my head touching the floor and that was all....My people the next thing I heard was Mrs Amara's loud voice "Ezinwa nwam izuzugbuola onweghi!!!" Ezinwa in fact ur shame is shaming me!!!" Tufiakwagi!!! Chineke meregi ebere!!! ..... Cheii Amara nnem o!!!.. As I turned around my pipo of ranthq, everybody have gone back to dia various seats and I was left behind infront of the altar sleeping in the Lord..Oh fada lawd kuku kee me lemme die, Fainting space was dia but I couldn't faint, tears of agony run down my cheek... In fact heat started doing me when the whole church shouted Amen.. Chai what will I tell my mom and wife when I manage to go home on Monday, because me I ran away from the church... Like seriously I haff disgrace my enemies sorry ancestors! Shame is shaming me!

Nice work guy

I pity Togo man wey come naija come mess with warri boy

Is that the end
I was expecting a survival, regret and revenge mission to continue

Super nice

Who is washed in streams of blood
His bare hands may diffuse a bomb
Who is sent to quench live bomb
With bare hand to grasp his death
Who is sent to steal from fund
For military guns and gears
Who has been sliced across the throat
Who has been stripped and tied on trees
Who has been soaked in fuel and burnt
Who has been starved and left to die
Who has been washed in widows tears
Who has been washed in orphans spilled blood
Who has been washed in the blood of our borders
Who has been cleansed in the blood of his brother
Peace, perfect peace
In this dark world of sins

Like molue drivers
And danfo conductors
Like Lagos passengers
In dazzling go slow
Like billions of naira
Like public funds
Looted by leaders
To sink of Nepa
Like Armed police men
At guerilla roadblock
Wrestling kola
In broad daylight
Like unarmed drivers
And okada riders
Drowned in blood
For 20 naira note
Like pension thieves
With option of fine
Set free from jail
In police escort

Nice story brother
Just like an American script with a naija settings

Bro your cover page I recognize the dude there
He's an Indian actor best of his movies is AK

Gaby nice I shot a movie on this it on YouTube see Morocco see Spain but am rewriting the script with things like taramaset jadamary Ramasay and all the vocabularies

Centino
Merry Christmas and happy New Year in advance
How about my Xmas gift