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 Literature › Re: Tales Of Womanhood (series): Broken Tears by wazupguy(op): 8:28pm On Jan 28, 2016 |
Rukkydelta:thanks Miss. |
| Literature › Re: Tales Of Womanhood (series): Broken Tears by wazupguy(op): 5:17pm On Jan 28, 2016 |
One evening I was with my mother as usual. I did not know when I started sobbing. Soon I started talking narrating everything that happened. it felt refreshing in that she was not hearing me and she is my mother even if she was alive she would believe me. oh my head my mother murmured; I quickly wiped the tears off my face and rushed to her . mummy! Mummy! You are awake Doctor!! Doctor!! I kept shouting. I contain the joy. the doctor and the nurse came in few mintues later , he started performing several checks on her and coupled with several questions. But my mother kept saying: "where am i" "Who are you"..I ran out of the corner were I was in agigtation. Mummy I'm here its me jumoke I said. I noticed that my mother wore this scarcastic look as i introduced myself which was awkward. I was stunned. The doctor suggested that the nurse took me to his office Whilst he performed some test on my mother. As I left the ward my wore a long face like as if she was lost. we were few steps away when the doctor called: Nurse Brenda! she turned back and told me to stayed put whilst she answered the doctor. She was out I seconds and caught up with wearing a smile. I noticed a tag on her breast pocket with the name the called her with, and I looked around and I saw the same on other nurses as we walked down the hall. When we got to a doorstep we stopped, Nurse Brenda opened the door as I walked I noticed a tag at the top of the door it read "Chief Medical Doctor" beneath it was "Doctor Steven". She offered me a seat and brought a bowl of cookies and handed it over to me. She went to the office desk and was searching through the drawers. she brought out a brown file. I could see my mother's passport at the edge of the file. She opened it, flipped the pages for a while, closed and carried it along as she left. I was there holding the bowl of cookies, I did not know what to do with it because I hadnt the appeptite even though it was pleasant to the eyes. I was more concerned with the situation of my mother. Doctor Steven entered the office few minutes later with the same file Nurse Brenda had carried out the other time. I got up and greeted him, he replied smiling and we exchanged pleasantries. He sat down took the remote and switched on the television i guess that was for me. He soon picked up the landline on his desk, he punched the keys recurrently and held it to his ear. Hello, good day! can you put me through to Mr Debo please he said; as i heard those words i fidgeted. Why is he calling him i thought!! I hope he his not gonna tell him to come pick me? I did not wait to draw up my thoughts. I went to leave but i remained calm to hear what he wanted to tell him. Hello, oh Mr Debo please I don't know if it will be possible for you to come over to the hospital today?? As I heard that I got up signaled Doctor Steven that I was coming. He waved at me in affirmation and left abruptly. |
| Literature › Re: Is This Okay? by wazupguy(m): 1:45am On Jan 28, 2016 |
Olumidzti:you welcum .. |
| Literature › Re: The Two Lovebirds by wazupguy(m): 1:43am On Jan 28, 2016 |
Fantasticks:okay..will notify you wen necessary... keep d fire burning |
| Literature › Re: The Two Lovebirds by wazupguy(m): 10:42pm On Jan 27, 2016 |
following..... |
| Literature › Re: Tales Of Womanhood (series): Broken Tears by wazupguy(op): 10:31pm On Jan 27, 2016 |
obianuju95:I sight you Miss Uju...thanks |
| Literature › Re: A Woman's World by wazupguy(m): 10:03pm On Jan 27, 2016 |
wose cum and kountinue dis Tory oh.... |
| Literature › Re: The New Neighbour by wazupguy(m): 9:56pm On Jan 27, 2016 |
following... op you na baddo sha.... |
| Literature › Re: Is This Okay? by wazupguy(m): 9:47pm On Jan 27, 2016 |
can you start with paragraph two..be more elaborate and creative to put more things...the main character starts from there...then move to the situation of the story which is the election.... |
| Literature › Re: Tales Of Womanhood (series): Broken Tears by wazupguy(op): 8:33pm On Jan 27, 2016 |
Missmossy:thanks ma...more updates coming soon... |
| Literature › Re: Is This Okay? by wazupguy(m): 5:09pm On Jan 27, 2016 |
its okay...but you have to make the intro catchy.. |
| Literature › Re: Tales Of Womanhood (series): Broken Tears by wazupguy(op): 5:02pm On Jan 27, 2016 |
I couldn't scream at that time if I wanted to. i was paralyzed then raped. I just continued weeping. My one and only pride has been stolen from me. Who will I tell? What will I say? Who will ever believe the words of a woman to man in this kind of case. And most of all when it is my uncle. When my father died, I was very sad..when my mother was shot and hospitalized I was depressed and now I am a victim of rape. What a sad tale for this short period of time I have lived on earth. I was hearing a noise which sounded like that of my friends. But as I struggled to wake up sleep kept drawing me back. The knock kept coming coupled with them yelling my name. It was shade and chioma my classmates. I managed to open my eyes, but as I tried to get up I felt tthis weakness on both legs coupled with pain between my thighs. I managed to sit down. I overheard my uncle talking to them, I wanted to peep but I could not move. Soon I heard footsteps approaching my room, I was thinking he let them in but he was the one. He was wearing this smiling face like he was a saint. He came onto me, i was still maintaining my sitting position. He sat next to me I managed to shift little bit further from him how are you he said smiling. I looked away and did not say a word. Well, I just wanted to tell you your friends came over, and I told them you are not feeling too well he said. They also said in there words; "please tell her to get well soon" he added. He got up and started walking out but stopped at the door step, he turned towards me; hmmm; I hope what happened last night will remain here and if not you know your mother is still at the hospital and its my money that is taking care of her he said smiling. You wouldn't a situation whereby help stopped coming and your mother stopp...#phone rings# He went out to receive the call and came back few minutes back. That was the doctor, he said he wants to see me he said. But seriously of any word goes out your mother will die and you...you will die also he said looking at me sarcastically. I grew cold feet, after hearing what said. I am a victim now I have turned a slave with conditions if I ever wanted freedom. He left slamming the door against me. For the first time in my life I sat down staring at wall seeing my uncle molesting me. The whole process kept replaying itself. I wished it could stopped but it was all I could think of. i felt withdrawn to a different world entirely, a world of my own filled with fear, grieve shame, pity, anger with much bitterness. Whenever i was school i was kept to myself. I tried as much as possible to avoid my friends but it was never successful. They will always find me no matter where i hid myself. Whenever they brought up any gist about what was going on in school i just kept quiet and wore a long face. They noticed my behaviour and started asking questions i wanted to tell them everything but i could not as the voice of uncle kept echoing in my mind repeating those threatheni g words. So I tried as much as possible to blend in and pretend that I was flowing their gist. |
| Literature › Re: Tales Of Womanhood (series): Broken Tears by wazupguy(op): 11:29am On Jan 27, 2016 |
chai..nobody de criticize mi story self....make una comment la |
| NYSC › Re: A Thought!!! by wazupguy(op): 11:10am On Jan 27, 2016 |
nickname for "night reading" back in the university days... |
| Literature › Re: Cyber Adventure by wazupguy(m): 12:21am On Jan 27, 2016 |
nice Tory....following |
| Literature › Re: Cyber Adventure by wazupguy(m): 12:12am On Jan 27, 2016 |
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| Literature › Re: Cyber Adventure by wazupguy(m): 12:03am On Jan 27, 2016 |
louie3:". I was soon gonna hit a real punna not likesome Nairaland guys that only reached orgasm when they were jerking off with their Vaseline and looking at pictures of Cossy’s boobs on front page"....lwkmd..... |
| Literature › Re: Tales Of Womanhood (series): Broken Tears by wazupguy(op): 7:17pm On Jan 26, 2016*. Modified: 11:25am On Jan 27, 2016 |
The funny part was that I was still very much conscious I could only move my eyes but what I saw was pale. I could hear footsteps approaching my room, my door was opened. I saw a blurring picture of a man standing by the door. He walked up to me and lifted me up and placed me on the bed. Uncle debo is that you I said faintly but he dis not reply but instead walked away. Few minutes later he came back, I was thinking he wanted to jam the door but instead he came on to me. I became terrified. I was putting on a blue night gown. I could not move my body but I could feel his hands on my feet. They moved gradually upwards, When he reached my private part I cried aloud. And that moment I knew my mouth was still much functional. So I continued yelling. He quickly covered my mouth with his hands. Shhhhh!!! If you make any further sound I will end you he threatened. Still covering my mouth with his left hand, he brought his boxers that he was wearing and stuffed it in my mouth. He continued from were he stopped, pulled off my pants. Soon I felt something struggling its way into my privy. I felt this sharp pain as he went in and out. It was hell, i shouted even though my mouth was stuffed But no one was gonna hear me, begging him however be of no use. Tears poured out of my eyes endlessly. I wished he stopped, but he kept on riding me like a horse. it was painful, and every move he made in and out i felt this explosion in my head. Riding me was not enough, he went further to ripe off my gown. He started sucking my breast rigourously like a hungry lion. When he got tired he started squeezing it like as it were oranges. As he did that went in and out of me. At that moment I regretted ever being born into this world. Soon, I noticed him pulling out of me. He was sweating profusely. He sat down close to me to catch his breathe. He looked me, smiled and went into the bathroom. Few seconds later, he came out cleaning his body with my towel. He came to me and removed his boxer which he had stuffed in my mouth and left.
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| Literature › Re: Tales Of Womanhood (series): Broken Tears by wazupguy(op): 10:26pm On Jan 25, 2016 |
One Saturday evening, I had just returned from the hospital. I had finished my house chores. It was remaining only my assignment. Uncle debo was busy watching new at ten in channels TV. So I told him I was going to do my assignment, he said ; okay waving his hand. I hurried to my room. It was big, I had my own bed, wardrobe and. I had a lot of wall papers of Alicia keys. I liked her song very much especially "girl on fire". I never get tired of playing that track. i went for my bag to bring out my books and start my assignment, I noticed chivita drink on my reading table. I dropped my bag and went for it. It was slightly opened but still full. I took it and went t show my uncle who was fast asleep on the couch. I tapped him, he woke up abruptly. I'm sorry I woke you up I murmured; its okay he replied. Then I brought out the drink and showed it to him. He smiled; oh that its for you I couldn't finish it he said. Well, I knew it was mine but I was trying to be a good girl that was why I came to meet him. I was very happy at least it will encourage me as I did my assignment . So I joyfully hopped to the kitchen and collected a glass cup. I did not even hesitate, I started drinking it right in the kitchen. I took two glasses and collected a bowl of popcorn to continue I my room. I started unpacking my bags. But I felt this slight shock in my head. But it disappeared all of a sudden. I went to my reading table , opened my books. i had only studied for ten minutes then I started feeling dizzy. This is was unusual, so I rushed into the loo and washed my face. As I came out of the loo I noticed that I walked sluggishly, I felt this weakness in my legs. So I had to support myself by the door. Further, it became worse as my vision worsen, my sight was pale. As I tried to take another step, I fell to the ground. I could barely move my body part, it was like I was paralyzed. |
| Literature › Re: Which Book Are You Currently Reading? Share Some Thoughts! by wazupguy(m): 7:01pm On Jan 25, 2016 |
"how to win customers and keep them for life"...a great book for biznes...... |
| Literature › Re: Tales Of Womanhood (series): Broken Tears by wazupguy(op): 6:44pm On Jan 25, 2016 |
Jumooooke!! Go go and look for help my mother groaned with pain. I dropped her gently and ran out. As i approached where the saga began, i noticed that the place had surrounded by police. I did not hesitate so i started shouting to the top of my voice as i drew closer to the shop. Two police men quickly dashed out of the shop, they noticed i was covered in blood and rushed to me. When they got to mw they kept asking me what was wrong. I could not say anything but pointed the direction of where I came from. So they try to calm me down as I was overwhelmed an assisted me to get to the place my mother was. When we got there they brought my mother out, but I noticed that she was not moved like she did before I left to look for. I went close to her and tried to wake her up but she was not responding. I never wanted to believe that my mother was going leave the same way my father did. So as the police carried her away I kept comforting myself by holding my mother's arm that help has come and she need not worry because all is well but deep down in me i knew it was not and that i could not accept. Sometimes I begin to ask myself my purpose on earth, why I have to go through this endless suffering. I see many children of my age wearing this beautiful smiling face having fun with their family. The last time I smiled, I can't even recall because smiling has become a scare commodity in family. The only family I have my precious mother is half dead, half alive. The doctor says she is in a coma. They say the chances of her awaking up is 90 to 10 percent. The worst part of all is that if she wakes up she will remember nothing because she was shot on her head. What is more miserable than your mother your only family waking then she does not know you?? After the saga, my uncle was notified and he took me in. I visited my mother at every chance I got, stayed with her till my uncle gets back from work. Its been eighteen months since my mother was admitted into the hospital. The doctors kept giving us hope that my mother was going to wake up. personally, I have not given up hope on her and was not ready to be an orhpan. Every night I prayed to God to give life to my mother. It was difficult not having my mother around, preparing me breakfast, giving me that lovely perk on my forehead and reminding me how much she loves me, and she willl end the sentence with "be a good girl". I miss her alot. Staying with uncle debo was good, he had nice house better than were was staying when I and my mother visited. It was a lot bigger and with all the comfort you could think of. Sometimes I wonder I and my mother have to suffer instead come stay here. What spoilt staying at his house was the plenty house chores; cooking, washing his clothes, cleaning the house and so on. Sometimes, I wonder why he has not married at his age. Doing all those house chores was very stressful and tiring. But my uncle always appreciated everything i did, buying me clothes and gave me whatever i asked of. He seemed nice. Most importantly, I thought i was never going to attend school after all that happened. Suprisingly, My uncle enrolled me back to my former school and reinstated to my former class. I was in ss2 when things came crashing. But when I got back to the school I was given ss3. It felt good but at the same time I had lost many things which I had to catch up within the minimum period of time till I wrote my final exams. Combining house chores and the bulk of school work was like mission impossible but I had no choice bug manage the situation. |
| Literature › Re: Tales Of Womanhood (series): Broken Tears by wazupguy(op): 6:42pm On Jan 25, 2016 |
abegoooo make una comment o...I need ya critics on the story....ya boi loyal...... |
| Literature › Re: Tales Of Womanhood (series): Broken Tears by wazupguy(op): 5:12pm On Jan 25, 2016 |
hello frnds...abeg make una na vex say i never update the Tory..work tie mi daun...so I na go fit de update every now and then but I will try as much as possible to give you sometin...thanks for reading and please i'm still a "LEARNER"....so make una try put me through my writing or tory bend or sweet......i troway salute to em bruvas and chikalas reading... As we moved closer, we heard some voices which sounded like a heated argument. i tried to pull my mother so we could run away from the unforseen trouble but she was adamant. Soon the heat argument which was in the store was brought into the open. We quickly hid ourselves behind. I barely saw what was going on but I remember that I saw a tall, fair huge man bring out a gun and point it at the other man who short, skinny but was busy bragging instead of begging. My it was scary, so my mother gave me a sign that i should cover my mouth and not make a sound. Where is the money? Give us the money unless i will shoot you!! The huge man kept saying pointing the gun at the short man. On the other hand the shoot man kept bragging, daring the huge man. Soon a muscle like lady came out with a bag and dropped it in between both men. that's my girl he remarked; and kissed her. The short man suddenly started pleading and smiling trying to make friends with them. But the lady brought out her gun cocked it, she shot him several times. It was an awful scene for me as a child though my mother told me to close my eyes. After seeing what they were capable of doing we became terrified, so we began to move away from were we where hiding but gradually so that we dont draw attention to ourselves and become the next scape goat. I was very careful but did not notice the iron bucket that i mistakenly kicked. We stopped. I overheard the huge guy asking his partner if they were alone and further instructed her to do check if anyone was around. I grew more scared because if she finds here we are dead. So my mother told me to move out slowly and once we are out I should run as fast as I can. As we harvested our plan I heard footsteps approaching then my mother and i jumped out and started running. I never knew i could run very fast, I did not look back but kept hearing my mother shouting ; jumoke run! Run! Run!..then I heard two gun shots.. I stopped running, turned back..I saw the lady pointing the gun towards me like as if she was about to pull the trigger. I turned and continued where I stopped. The shooting sstarted, but the path we were running was hilly and i was small so targeting me was difficult. However, my strength was draining so i opted to hide myself somewhere. I had been there for twenty minutes when i heard voices over were i was hiding. It was that of the man and the lady arguing possibly over me. And they stressed on looking for me. I saw them as they moved further, the huge one was holding a pistol on his right hand and the bag they extorted on his left hand.the lady's gun longer, and she wore it round her neck, they call it Ak-47. Few minutes later, the coast was clear i came out and went back to search for my mother. The gunshot the lady fired was directed to my mother so my fear was that i was already an orphan. I had run a few miles, but was confused because i could not find my mother. i started thinking if those people had disposed off her body. i went further and i saw her wrapper, i took it, went a few steps and saw her shoes i picked it up but still no sign of her. I started scouting around, And soon found a pool of blood but no mother but traces i followed the traces which led me to a small cave. I went in and saw my mother gasping heavy, i rushed and grabbed her. i was soon covered with her blood, her breathing was heavy like it was racing to stop. I was scared, i did not know what to do. |
| Romance › Re: After everything, is this what I get???? by wazupguy(m): 2:59pm On Jan 24, 2016 |
TrapLORD:lwkmd#loyalmaga |
| NYSC › A Thought!!! by wazupguy(op): 1:28pm On Jan 24, 2016 |
I was chatting with afriend of mine Comorade Osas Aghariagbon about the appalling state of unemployment in the country which is increasing every day. Also, we discusssed about how sstudentsare pumped into the university system in a bid to acquire knowledge and at the end of several years of study they have. Nothing to show for it. He also told about thousand of degree holder and P.hd seeking for driving jobs which somewhat choking tothe throat. But we must not forget that unemployment is not a new hit as it is an old song that is still featuring itself and will be for a longtime if a drastic action is not taken.Furthermore, we are more or less likely victims of unemployment even if it is difficult for some of us to accept the the fact. Also,we have often heard about stories of those wo have graduated few years back and still yet to have jobs. We also decry about the employment situation and what the government is doing to tackle this pestilencial dilemma. But when will we stop wasting time worrying, complaining and start thinkingn being inovative, creavtive? You can neva know, you might do better than DANGOTE or perhaps be richer than BILLGATES. In our modern world which evolving swiftly,certificate or acquizition of all the degrees this world can offer doesn't amount to the potential imbedded in you.Also, we need to ask ourselve certain questions such as " Do I know the current situation of unemplyment in Nigeria?" If yes! What plans have you put tin place to combat the issue if trapped in it, if no! I think you should start thinking of alternatives rather than putting all eggs in a basket.Funny enough I do not see undergradutes who can be productive to the immediates needs of the society but "glorified secondary school students" who do frequent "AWOKO" to pass exam only. We must notethat if any employment is to be made by any company they ask you what you can do an not necessarily what you graduated with which is our primary assignment as students.But we should be aware of the happenings in our society today which we live in and plan according to what she needs andperhaps outside the shores of Nigeria, Africa as a whole.However,in our university environment we have different departments such as vocational education,fine arts, mass communication, artisans, industrialists,microbiologists, computer scientists and the host of them. Those of you in thes departments, what do you have to offer in solving life problems? , what ideas have you cooked up? , what researches have you performed? , how do you want to exempt yoursefs from the lots of the unemployed? OR do you want to walk on the streets of Nigeria in harsh weather with portfolio searching for non-existing jobs when you can be a BOSS. How long do you do want to do that? After years spent in school. We really need to ponder about this issue. A fact still stands; a graduate of mechanical engineering to some extend has an upper hand to a road side mechanic but another concrete fact is that that roadside mechanic has a workshop but youdon't. But with initiative, you can learn from the roadside mechanic and start up your mechanic worshopand do better than waiting for job in NNPC because your brother is there which is obviously not forthcoming.More so,we have this attitude of being complacent and enjoy the innovations of others even using it negatively when we can do better than them. The person who invented the wrist watch perhaps got tired of waiting for the cock to crow or the person that created the aeroplane thought that can I create a machind that can fly like the birds.That's thinking, creativity. Then we will make dis statement "Oyinbo na witch" forgetting that God created us equally in his own image and likeness.Therefore,I will categorically state that every 10% oftime spent on doing research, thinking , being creative,innovative, exploring is worth more than 90% of "AWOKO". Do not over labour yourself doing a lot to 5.00 when you can do little things and thus be great amongst your peers.if we were to measure wealth by hardwork, the "bricklayer" will probably be the richest man. 2 Likes |
| Romance › Re: How Do I Tell Him Without Hurting Him by wazupguy(m): 12:23pm On Jan 24, 2016 |
Elxandre:haha legendary frnd Zoner... |
| Romance › Re: How Do I Tell Him Without Hurting Him by wazupguy(m): 12:20pm On Jan 24, 2016 |
but sister since 10 dis guy has been there now you wan to friend zone him....Haba... |
| Romance › Re: How Do I Tell Him Without Hurting Him by wazupguy(m): 12:15pm On Jan 24, 2016 |
funnynation:but bruh why na...lwkmd.....hahahahahaha |
| Romance › Re: Should I Ask Her Out? by wazupguy(m): 12:05pm On Jan 24, 2016 |
bruh for thou art in tha friendzone already.....speaketh your mind now or join one of em "guys"she hangs out with...... |
| Romance › Something Gone "WRONG" by wazupguy(op): 11:09pm On Jan 23, 2016 |
when a husband chooses to read a book over sex with his wife!!!? |
| Romance › Re: But Seriously!!! by wazupguy(op): 9:02pm On Jan 23, 2016 |
oya sisi create wan topic na@dolly |
