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snowprince07: well but their are people experiencing almost dsame thing as this

Yes.

QUESTION OF THE DAY.

Dear readers, let's take this question as we wait for the next post:
Why is the second post dedicated to Nigeria?.

The winner gets..gets...
*clears throat*..gets...till then.

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D9ty7: An activist in the making you are. See you later at the top.

Tnx

snowprince07: was just imagining Life

lol..its a fiction o

snowprince07: Hmmmm

Oga what's hmm

I'm really sorry for posting very late, this is the third time I have been typing the post, my network was very bad. Tnx for your patience.

#Dedicated to Nigeria#

If spoons were to determine the kind of family one was born into,
And if I was asked mine, I would say it was a clay spoon.
Plastic and steel spoons are more preferable to a clay spoon, not to talk of the silver one.
many believes that someone who is born with a silver spoon comes from an affluence family.
This had gradually turned from an adage to people's mental culture,
To me, whoever propounded that saying must be mentally Imbalanced.
I believed being successful is not just getting rich but also fulfilling ones purpose on earth.
I bellieved that the two factors goes hand-in-hand.
While riches can not really be called a success except in a lay-man's sense, fulfillment of purpose is a success on its own because even when the person shakes off, his deeds lives on.
How I got to know this, I never knew, but I guess it was part of the childhood mentality.
Even at childhood, I was so self-opinionated that was why I was nicknamed, the philosopher.

Father had hustled so hard to afford the examination fee. Though the source of the tuition fees were not in view, he believed there must be a way.
Optimism was what made the family.
I had been struggling to put my mind together and concentrate on my studies, but this
Would not let me be.
I have been dreaming of the world's conflict resolution.
Now I have come to the starting point of the would be carrier.
political activist had been my dream.
Now that this invisible rebels have made the country a playtoy,
I had been tempted to rise and defend the country.
I felt like fishing out those rebels and smashing their heads against my study wall.

Is this not a childish ranting?,
or even the babbling of a baby?,
What would a sixteen years old girl do to save her country of this mess?.
How would resoluting a conflict be, even without reaching the base of studying it?.
I had tried letting they issue go, but still, it got stuck to my mind.

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The window slammed, waking me up from the stupid day dream I had been having.
my environment had always been a noisy place,
The most remote area one can ever talk of in my country.
The home of the prostrates,
The home of the homeless, the hopeless people who hope for a good, not even the better, yet expecting the worst.
An area where you can get a dozen of children from one parents, yet living in a tiny room, each other's head serving as pillow at night.
Have you been searching for a man who is very good at producing bastards?, you can find hundreds of them in this area.
This was where we called, “THE DOUBLE V”.
This was the name the residents used to console themselves of the hardship they have been passing through.
VICTORIA VILLA?, have you ever thought of a place you warm your bed at night in company of rats?.
Have youm ever thought of a place you make soaked garri with spiced cockroaches and fried rat tails your lunch?,
We do not eat rats, but we can manage the tail.
A place where you would see one who would smoke half a stick of cigarette and reserved the other half for the next day, yet swore to kill whoever got near it.
This was the double 'v'.
We always hoped for a unfulfilled victory.

We had always hoped for good, but how can we find the good when the government had its head abroad,
and anus at home?.
Tapping our resources and exporting them abroad in dump,
Then dumping the waste of our treasurable resources at home.
All they knew was, make an ever unfulfilled manifestos,
And when they got the power, they manage the economy in good condition.
We had lived like an underground world.
A world where those first class citizens used as their toilet laterin.
A world that is very fertile for the testing of new brand of ammunitions.
We lived with our hearts in our mouths...



To be continued...

D9ty7: I am more than honoured to be invited here by the honourable writer herself.
I am intrested in this story cos of one reason. You know why? The author is a girl. sorry, I mean a lady or woman. SORRY IF I AM RUDE. Thereby making her the first lady writing a crime story here on Nairaland.
Disappointment is not in my dictionary. So don't disappoint.
The following are some basic tips to success in crime writing. As
endorsed by Kingzpen, Handie, Kayemjay and others including my
humble self.
1. As a crime story writer there is nothing like short in our
dictionary. Long is the word and so, your updates must be long.
2. Encourage yourself, don't beg for comments or likes. If your story is worth it, it'll get them. Crime stories generally advertises itself.
3. Consistency should be your watchword. Try and be consistent.
4.You are a lady and you have chance to join the great female writers we have here. Don't be lie those who don't complete their stories because they lost interest or something.
TAKE NOTE: ITS IN YOU. Just like peak.
And today is October 1.

Thanks a lot dear..I promise not to disappoint..I'm so grateful

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Divepen: First to comment and Insult..
Why did you hide tht your masquadalicious head in your room since all this days? You now coming here today to write after we have been hungry for more stories. Oya write before I insugar you..
In other News
Have you heard about the ongoing E-Workshop For NAIRALAND holding @ Nairaland here and Now. Follow this link there
https://www.nairaland.com/1897222/nairaland-e-workshop-writers-main/6#26753646

Thanks for the share, I learnt a lot from that

I sight u dear at D9Ty7..thanks for ur comments..

What exactly has this world turned into?, is this the kind of life people have being struggling to survive for?,
Are all these part of the vissiccitudes of life?, it should not be because God would not create humans only to let them suffer.
Perhaps he wants men to suffer for the sins of the world?, but not all men partake of the sins, yet even the sinners are the ones enjoying the pleasures of the world.

These were the questions running through my mind as I sat on the wooden chair I used as my study.
I have been studying so hard for my forthcoming matriculation examination. For the past eight months, burning of night candles was my hobby. I was so determined that I must scale through the examination.


I have heard many rumors that the examination is a hard nut to crack. many said the registrar of the examination board introduced a negative making scheme which caused the failure of many students in the previous year.


Rumors can be true or false. The development of the educational sector of the country had declined drastically.it may be the effect of the flaws from the students, parents or even the management of educational sector itself.


I wonderd if the flaw was from the management of the educational sector as many people said, but I had maintain my stance on the mindset I was breed with from inception.
mother had always told me that whatever one gets in life is what one consented for, irrespective of the challenges. I had accepted this mindset and this would not be the time to change to the society's common sense. So I believed the educational challenges was from both the management and the students because they consented to it.




I believed the former would know what to do to Improve the system, while the latter would surely be above failure if only they are determined, notwithstanding the so called marking scheme.






Above all these, one thing was very certain, and that was that I must scale through the examination.
This was a skeptical-fact I must accept, else, it was either I vomited the registration fee or It goes the other way round which was, excretion.

I'm glad that atlast I have the grace of not allowing this God-given potential of mine to fade away.
This is the first crime story I've ever attempted. Someone said it may be hard for me because I'm a female and I must confess, it ain't easy, but I know with God I can do it. So please, my honourable NL writers and readers, treasuregr8 needs your comments and criticism, INSULTS ARE ALLOWED.
Royver, D9ty7, Kingzpen, Divepen e.t.c, you all are highly invited. Thanks in anticipation.

Here we go...