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"my name is" is certainly the correct way to say a name. A name is a a noun used to identify an object, person or and idea. Now because, there are so many people on planet earth and all of us need to identified individually, three, four or five lineage names were employed to specifically identify a particular person. The name of A Toyota brand of car would have surficed for every toyota that left the manufacturing line of toyota. But to specifically identify each car type, Toyota Camry SE or Ce 2007 was now used. So the name of the car is therefore Toyota Camry, SE 2007. The names of the care would therefore be Toyota camry SE 2007, Toyota spider and Timaya car! When your names are, it means you can be identified by one of those names specifically. So the person who says that he names are atim okon udo, implies that if you call her atim everybody would know u r tuking about her specifically and if you call her okon, it would still refer to her specifically etc and offcourse this is not always the case. Because if some gives his namees as Atim Udo Okon and you were to go to his street and ask for Udo, people will certainly not be able to identify her as the Atim they all know. This is my take on this matter.

well . good try. but lets see, is this just one poem, or different poams put together. A poem must strife to convey the feelings in the mind of the author by each verse and also in its entirety. Being a good poet is not all about being able to lump rhymmes together and make them sound vaguely strange. A poetry must carry a message and a good poet is one whose got a message and is able to pass it accross as succint as possible. Good try like i said. but work on the message.

Good try. need more work though

Cool! But lets start frm d setting, At what time space r we reading this? R u in 20th, 19th or 18th century? Because your descriptions of d festival makes me feel like we r in all of dem simultaenosly.Ur description of the whitemen does nt belong to any of ds eras, i tot colonial whitemen wore booth n hats n 18th century english suits! U tuk abt canopies n bands, dat luks like the 70 n 80s. More wrk also on using moe encompassing words, u take to many words to make a point. All d same, nice try @ dailynews! I'll put up anoda epilogue for u to review too

Gud @dailynews. hope u learn from evry little comments we make on ur post!?

I have 4 un published works n wud really luv ds club to help me edit dem. Ma emal is whiteguru_1179@yahoo.com. Search for David Wilson on fb or whiteguru on 2go

Ds makes for a gud read. Problem is its sounds like a sci fic in a traditional african setting. Reconciling ds differents settin in one book might poe a problem. At one point, it sounded like an alien invasion!!! then i saw izataah forest n i cringed. Wat was used to tie u shd b africanized, give it an african feel, odawise u'd still soundin out of ds world too. But generally, big ups to u!!!

@mactunji Lame u say? Well na me follow u write for ur post nah

Poke me or give me a 'thumps up' wen u read this witty pick up lines.


I have this story i heard and i'd love to tell it to you...ah...over a bottle of cold beer.


If said you're everything i ever dreamt of, you'd probaly say i was toasting you, wouldn't you?


Right now, you stun me, but i beg you to unstun me so i could just say how stuning you are.



Did you ever read about that romeo and juliet
story? I bet it was a lie, but we could try to play it, can we?


I bet you have heard this line a thousand times, but certainly not from me....


I think the evening is cool, the music is cooler but you....ah...you are the coolest thing in the club.
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You seem like you cant hurt a fly but you're H-O-T-I-N-G me!!!


Congratulations, today is your lucky day, you just won a heart...my own!!!


Just now i wish we were chickens, so i could just start chasing you around this whole place.


You know if i was a girl, right now you'd be my worst enemy cos you are geting every guy's attention in the room, including mine.

@ Breathing n Camgal, i'm so really honoured and humbled at d same time. True, i hurry a little bit when painting my scenes and have taken note of ur highly esteemed contributions. Would realy luv for us to do this more often. Maybe we shd meet in any of d social netwrks, fb, B8 Chat or 2go.

my name is David Wilson, this is probably my first real attempt at writing....

Let me know what you tihink when you read this excepts...its un edited pls.

He was siting on his office table on the fifth floor of the Amazon biulding , and over looking the large pane windows is the expansive view of the tinapa resort, the gray silihoute on evening sky, a constant remainder of the looming let down from the heavens and as they, God was about to cry. He wondered, as he chewed on his cigarette stick, what was about to make the almighty cry today. The alarm on his device startled him, for the uptheen time and for the uptheen time he pressed the snooze button. The meeting of the 10 wise men was scheduled for 5pm, he was the wisest man, and was 45 minutes late for a meeting he had surmoned, yet he felt the nine would have to wait. Nothing, not even what he viewed as his political steping stone was more important like his daily question and answer session with the almighty. Today, one question above all needed immediate attention. "who amongst the nine was the judas?" 'who could he trust and who couldn't he trust?' this was the ultimate question that needed the almighty prompt answer.
Linus Ekpelle Okah, the grand son and heir to the throne of the Okah dynasty was a renowed etheist and a strong critic of the theological school of thought advocating the theory of the Almighty hand in human endeavours. All his life he had taken to mocking god by asking him questions about issues that confronted him, and all the time never really expecting the Almighty as he called him to answer, because he the almighty was just a fiction of the immagination of unfirtunately one quarter of the earth's population. And today again, as in many of mockery sessions with the almighty, there was no answer from the almighty. Linus smiled and heaved a heavy sighed.

'what a fallacy you are?' he cursed under his breath. 'i hear you speak in whispers, i wish you could be more audible, my friend'
The alarm started singing again goading the man into action. He slaped an immaginary speck of dust of his paul smith throusers and stood to his full six feet, five,just as his phone rang. He pressed the green key twice, once to receive and twice to activate the loudspeaker on the blackbeery Gemmini,

'Yes' he croaked.
'the nine are waiting sir' it was the voice of his protocol officer one.
'are the convoy ready, jane?
'yes, your honour, awaiting your orders sir' the female voice responded with a high sense of professionality.
'Good, put a call to stephanie and tell her i wont be back until midnight, she shouldn't wait up for me, alright and come get my stuff, we have an election to win'. He droped the call and smiled triumphantly, this last phrase had become his favourite last words during conversations ever since he formally declared his intrntion to vie for the gubernatorial seat of the oil rich state three weeks ago. He swaggered aimlessly to the twelve feet tall glaass panes that formed the west section of his magnificient office, another stick of malboro had replaced the last one. He inhaled deeply, sighed and then exhaled a curly fume into the air, watching as though in a trance as the fumes dispersed in no particular pattern. He wondered if the almighty had any thing to do with that also. A door open behind him and he turned sharply both because he was naturaly an agile dude and also because his sense of security had also heightened a notch further in the last three months. Two smartly dressed gentlemen lead by his ever delectable chief of protocol, Jane akpan filed into the room, the two men wiating by the door. She threw a thunderous smile at him while graping for his jacket. He turned to allow her sliped it on over his shoulders.
' looks like the heavens are angry' he said to no one in particular as he adjusted his jacket. Stan and Etimo kept their place by the door. They were his most priced security detail. He did not go anywhere, they couldn't go along, if they said go, he'd go and if they said don't, he wouldn't. This two men where like they say, his last line of defence. Just as jane picked the suitcase on the table and the three mobile phones with it, someone sneezed as if he was signaling that it was time to exit the office. It was Etimo.

cool olamide,this is very commendable, u shd not b writing as a hobby, u shd b published!!! I write too. I have four unpublished works. Find me on facebook search for David wilson, i wud luv us to share ideas!