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Literature / Rebound Girl by zubike01(m): 11:12am On Feb 07, 2013 |
Literature / Re: DON'T JOIN Chapter 1:NOVELLA - PAGE-1 COMIC by zubike01(m): 11:05am On Feb 07, 2013 |
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Literature / Re: Ibo Boy Wey Like Yoruba by zubike01(m): 1:37pm On Feb 03, 2013 |
Flow shun every i dey admire your capping. You just dey loot all d babes on sight. But remember no matter how rough the sea gets you have to keep sailing for the treasure must be found. 2 Likes |
Literature / Re: Ibo Boy Wey Like Yoruba by zubike01(m): 1:34am On Feb 03, 2013 |
flow1759: That night i had a terrible dream, i dreamt me and Juliet were sailing on a ship together to an unknowm destination when suddenly the ship started capsizing, Juliet couldn't swim so i tried my best to drag her along with all my strength as i swam to the shores of the mighty ocean, a whale was swiming right behind us trying to get us and eat us for lunch. I swam faster and faster to the shore, but it seems as if the more i swam, the farther the shore was. And final we got to the shore, i was very happy we reached on time before the whale got us. "u saved my life" Juliet said with great relief "my love, thank God that big whale didn't get us" i said as i was breathing out faster. I cuddled juliet r*omantically, my lips was longing to k*iss her. We kissed and................ "Sammy why u wake me like dat na, na now wey i wan do d main tin nahim u go wake me, u be bad belle oh" i cursed in a low voice after been waken by Sammy, "u be mumu, u just dey k*iss Agom n*yash since" Sammy said and laughed loudly at me, as i instantly looked to the spot i slept, i noticed i slept directly facing Agom's a*ss, "nyamah!! na true oh" i said feeling iritated. "Abeg make all of una wake up make we dey go sch, we don late" Sammy shouted. Immediately he said that i glanced at the wall clock it was past 8. Nice story no doubt, this is my best part nice. |
Literature / Re: Things Fall Apart Is The Most Important Book In Modern Black History by zubike01(m): 11:58pm On Jan 27, 2013 |
I enjoyed reading this post. I am Igbo even though my mum is Yoruba, sometimes i find myself in situations where i have to defend either side from stereotypes. All we need right now is to move forward. That said i would sign out with some quotes. “Real tragedy is never resolved. It goes on hopelessly forever.” - Chinua Achebe (1930 – ). “A war, with its attendant human suffering, must, when that evil is unavoidable, be made to fragment more than buildings: it must shatter the foundations of thought and re-create. Only in this way does every individual share in the cataclysm and understand the purpose of sacrifice.” - Wole Soyinka (1934 – ) “War may sometimes be a necessary evil. But no matter how necessary, it is always an evil, never a good. We will not learn how to live together in peace by killing each other’s children.” – Jimmy Carter (1924 – ) “Brother, hold your peace for the greatest wars are the ones fought for a woman, one for which a true warrior would die.” Azubike Akinsowon Ahubelem (www.jollyrougeseries.com) |
Literature / Re: read preview here by zubike01(m): 4:31pm On Jan 26, 2013 |
Chapter 1 Uju and Joe “A man has less conscience when in love than in any other condition.” Arthur Schopenhauer (1788 - 1860), German philosopher. My name is Uche Abdullahi, I know you wonder why the combination? My mother is a native of Igbo extraction while my father is of Hausa. I would describe myself as a perfect gentleman and a devoted Christian. I am tall, good looking and intelligent. I gained admission into the university several years ago. Liberation from my parents and the joy of studying had come and my dreams came true at that time. I was astonished by what I saw. It was a different environment; there were lots of stress and struggles starting from the registration process to the rest of the process (if you know what I mean?). I also noticed that in the university, you don’t have to look for trouble, it will always find you. The conditions of the hostels were bad so I decided to stay up gate. Up gate the name of a piace of land very close to the school gate. It had a market, restaurants, pubs and numerous houses which were privately owned and rented out to students. My room was a cubicle painted with blue and furnished with a rug, a table, a chair and a mattress. As a gifted artist, I decided to draw the picture of Thor on my wall to adorn my room. I came to the school environment with numerous attires but was advised not to wear certain colors, as I was told that those who were linked with those attires counted it as impersonation and dealt mercilessly with those found guilty of this charge. I also learnt to avoid beautiful ladies because they always lead to trouble especially those nicknamed “high tension wires” due to the fact that a mean individual linked with any of the dirty groups may have an interest in the girl. All these and others make up the unwritten laws which guided our activities within the university environs. One morning I woke up as usual, said my prayers, took my bath and went straight for lectures. We were having Mathematics. On this particular day, I was privileged to get a seat unlike other days when I would have to receive lectures standing owing to the fact that the student population was far more than what the classroom could accommodate. The lecture was long and boring as Mr. Isacca, a wrinkle faced man with a coarse voice waffled continuously. In a low gentle voice I was asked for a spare pen and I turned and looked, behold a lady. She had an attractive aura around her, I searched my pockets wondering if I had any but I didn’t, so I shook my head and she understood what it meant and nodded in return. An impulse came over me, it was so strong that I began to ask everyone within my reach for a spare pen and as fate would have it, I found one which I offered her. I watched her write in her notebook, which was far more interesting than listening to Mr. Isacca. After the lecture, she returned the pen to me and I took it to its owner. We had a friendly chat, requested for her name, “Kemi,” she replied. “Oh what a unique name you’ve got and where do you live?” I quizzed. She also lived ‘Up gate’, but in a different hostel so we decided to stroll out together. We had reached the junction where we should have gone our separate ways, but she pleaded I accompanied her to a nearby shop so she could pick some items. On getting there a tall boy with a scar on his head walked towards me, tapped me on the shoulder, I turned towards him and he whispered “My chairman wants you to bring this lady to him” pointing to a nearby bar filled with seven dopy looking individuals. I looked at the dude, smiled as if he was talking trash and told him to pass the message to Kemi himself. He walked towards her and spoke to her, then she went into a rage, raining curses on him and walked away swiftly. I was still trying to come to terms with the scene when he turned towards me and ordered me to go to the bar. I glanced at the bar and would have resisted but the sight of several hands signalling me to come there sent a chill down my spine. I walked towards them in fear, finally having my first encounter with the gang members. They threatened me, claimed to have been insulted because of me. I explained to them but they wouldn’t listen all they wanted was a crate of beer. I laughed and tried to become aggressive and one dude arose from his seat, took a deep puff from his cigarette blew the smoke all over me and attempted to burn my cheek with it so I began to plead. He left me after I handed over to him the sum of three hundred naira which was all I had. But before I left he said to me, “I admire your courage, come closer to me and I will make you like me”. I nodded and walked away swiftly because I couldn't imagine myself being anything like him. I got to my room and joy filled my heart because it was neat and welcoming – a place of peace indeed. I took off my clothes, for some minutes laid on my bed reminiscing over all that happened. I flipped through the pages of my notebooks and my Mathematics textbook. It was known by all that Mr. Isacca sets his exam questions from the examples written in class, so all I needed to pass was to make sure I had a steady hand on them. I worked on a couple of them and when tired, I picked up my T-shirt and jeans leaving the house for lunch after which I came back and had my siesta. For several months, I had managed to live my life with little or no stress, avoiding problems as much as I could while finding ways to solve the few I had gotten into. I made few friends till one morning; I woke up with my head pounding seriously with a heavy headache. My memory clouded and it flashed back. Yesterday was a crazy day! I was woken by the sound of thunderous knocks on my door. I jumped up in panic and screamed, "Who goes there?" And a little voice replied in panic, "It's your guy Joe, please open." I opened the door and he rushed in sweating and shivering looking scared to death but behind that fear I could see anger blazing through his eyes and lust for vengeance. Joe wasn't any ordinary guy; he was tall, huge with a mean serene face and a tint of handsomeness. It was obvious that his participation in bravado activities caused his face to look rugged. His skin was light brown with prominent scars left by knives, broken bottles, grass blades and other cuts by crude implements. He had this carriage which could be described as a mixture of style and pure military masculinity. He looked and said to me, “My brother! My friend! I just escaped death. I went to see my girlfriend, and unknown to me, an ambush had been set for me in front of her room. I could see nothing but pure darkness, and from this darkness emerged a figure I couldn't make out but the bulge in his pocket made me realize he was armed to his teeth. I paused for a second, didn't think of my next move and in real time I took to my heels. Instantly several gunshots were fired as I was chased. I got far enough and like a monkey I hid myself on top of a tree. They looked for me like addicts who were looking for cocaine but it was in vain. They all left but one looked up and said to me “Come down my friend I know you are there today is your lucky day.” I jumped down not knowing he never saw me initially but was pulling a fast one. He looked at me eye ball to eye ball and in fear he shot and tried to escape. Thank God it was a Dane gun that needed to be loaded after each shot. Like a demon I grabbed a dead tree branch I found lying around and smashed his nose. He let out a sound that seemed like a squeal but I wasn't satisfied. I pounded his face till it appeared like nylon bag of tomatoes ran over by train. I could see he was in misery so I decided to put an end to it forgetting that the sound of his gun would have attracted his men. I pulled my little pen knife and went for his neck but was interrupted by the sounds of footsteps, again I was in motion. My legs were tired but fear and the will to live kept me going till I got to your door.” As Joe concluded his ordeal, I looked at him and asked if he was sure that nobody traced him. He looked at me in a weird manner which meant I insulted him, but replied, “Sure.” For hours I preached to Joe condemning his membership of the gang because it was wrong and against the will of God. He told me that God judges based on what we believe and he believes he is a Warrior therefore when he dies he would dwell in that great place called Valhalla, the place where all great warriors go. Then he brought out his phone and requested for a charger, his battery was completely flat. After a while, his phone came on and several messages rushed in. His fellow Warriors had been looking for him so he sprang up and left. I felt a relief but not too long he came back with his girlfriend and I noticed his shirt was torn with bruises on his back. His men had drilled him for endangering his life, going into the enemy’s territory after they had sent him several distressed messages. He pleaded with me to allow his girlfriend stay in my room till it got dark. I accepted and he left. His girlfriend, Uju, was a tall fair beautiful girl. She had these eyes that made me wonder if she was a girl or Venus, my favorite Greek goddess. She looked innocent and her voice soft but deep and sounded like that of Tony Braxton. Everything about her was drop dead sexy and I could feel a little tension in my loins as I looked at her but Joe wasn’t the kind of guy you would want to mess with, so I quickly extricate every evil thought from my mind. Uju looked at me and her lips moved but not a word came out or was I too busy focusing on them?” There was a similarity between them and those of Angelina Jolie. “What did you say?, I asked. She replied, "Thanks.” Not waiting for a response she continued. “Yesterday was terrible, three boys bust into my room with guns to do heaven knows what, but luckily for me one of them was my brother. He shook his head in disappointment and left. I could see about fifty or more hiding in the dark, I was gripped with fear so I tried to call Joe but his number never went through, afterwards I heard a gunshot and footsteps of people running. Then tears dripped down her cheeks, “I was so terrified,” she continued, “Scared to death that Joe would be killed, I rushed out of my room thinking I would see my brother but the whole place was like a Ghost town, I went back into my room and seconds later I could hear them coming back and assuming their position. The next thing, I heard a gunshot and they all ran out again. This time they came back with my brother with his face totally disfigured and they began to administer the first aid treatment in my room.” She paused for a while and held me close, my shirt absorbed all her tears and my hand patted her back then she continued, “In the morning we took him to the hospital and when I was taking my leave, Joe called me on the phone but I didn't know what to do. How could he do such a thing to my brother? Finally I answered the call and he told me to meet him somewhere. I wanted to talk but he said, “No time for that now. He never listens to me I just wonder what I am doing with him.” All that kept coming out of my mouth was, “Uju take it easy okay!” .......read full chapter http://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=391144517613361&id=388942974500182&refid=20&ref=stream&_ft_=fbid.391144517613361 |
Literature / Re: DON'T JOIN Chapter 1:NOVELLA - PAGE-1 COMIC by zubike01(m): 4:24pm On Jan 26, 2013 |
Azubike A. Ahubelem that fear could make a good guy bloody. Yes, bloody. I was ready to go out fighting like a man, not for Uju, but for my pride and ego. Then I said to Joe, “Yes.” He and the other guys smiled. Then Joe said, “All that and much more could be yours only and only if you have the courage to let go of your boyish ethics and join the men.” Now I knew where all this had been going: Joe wanted me to join his gang. I felt slightly relieved, but scared at the same time. Then I said to Joe, “My man, you know I don’t have the mind.” They all laughed, and Joe cut in, “That’s how I felt before I became who I am now: No one can rob me, and no one dares challenge me.” He let out a roar, and they let out theirs. Then he said to me, “It is your destiny. What made me your friend isn’t your charming looks or your good heart. It is the picture of Thor you painted on your wall. You might not have known what it signifies, but Thor isn’t just a hunk with a hammer but a warrior who controls thunder and lightning.” On hearing this, his men screamed out something that sounded exactly like the wolves howling to the moon. Joe stood me up and took a walk with me, telling me how much they all loved me. He explained many things I had never understood, and then he said to me, “Brother, follow me, and one day we would both have a story to tell.” I wasn’t ready to be Achilles. Joe smiled and said, “Think about its glory today or sorrow tomorrow,” as he walked away, leaving me lost in thought. Nothing he had said made sense except for one line I could remember vividly. Guys like me couldn’t get girls like Uju. They belong to men like Joe, and for the first time, my ego was shattered. I’d been fighting my feelings for Uju not because they were not there, but because I was scared to death of what Joe could do. My heart was filled with pity; Uju deserved far better than Joe. She needed me but in this little world of ours, the most rugged takes it all. My memory flashed back to another girl named Chika. She was fine and short, and like a pet, she ruled my world. For a while, I only got to shake her hands before Bigbug took interest. One day, 8 Don’t Join I saw both of them talking, and she called. I waved at her and pretended to have seen her wave. Bigbug was an infamous living legend; I knew him too well. Going there would have cost me much. I looked at the picture of Thor I drew on my wall and almost knelt down to beg his spirit to possess me. Of course, though, the gods won’t fight our battles. For the first time since Uju and I got entangled, I called and invited her to my room. She was filled with excitement, but as she came in, I got on my knees. I said, “Uju, my beloved, I have never met a woman I desire as much as you. Please forgive the fact that my fear of harm has kept me from expressing my emotions to you. I truly love you, and I could swear to it.” Uju burst into tears as she pulled me up and gave me the best kiss ever, not minding that my door was wide open. She looked at me, smiled, and said, “I understand.” She moved towards the entrance to lock the door, and once again, we were at it. It was quite different because we had pure sex. Words like, “Don’t leave me” and “I love you” occasionally popped out. We were not scared. When we were finished, we chatted a while about music, cars, and colour and had the greatest time of our lives. Then she left. Much later, this became a routine. She would sneak into my place. Sometimes, we would talk. Other times, we would kiss and then go our separate ways. Joe kept bothering me to join his gang, but I would be a loser. If I needed to join a gang, it would be one that would protect me and Uju from Joe and not put me under his authority. One day, Joe came in smelling of marijuana and then he rolled one for me. “Take a hit, soldier,” he said to me, and I took several puffs. Don’t get it twisted: It wasn’t peer pressure. I used to get stoned back in the day. Then we began to reason in the Ganja way. He told me, “Bro, since you have refused to become a warrior, make me a promise.” Then he paused and looked at my eyes, which were blood red. He laughed and said in Pidgin English, “O boy, you don high.” He continued, “Promise me that if I die in this game, you would tell your children about me. Tell them how intimidation and revenge made me who I am today. Skip all the dirty parts, and tell them how I saved you from trouble, tell them how no one 9 Azubike A. Ahubelem could tamper with you because you were my friend, tell them I died a hero and that my spirit dwells in Valhalla, a place where all great warriors go. Tell them that I am brewing [drinking] from Mimir, the fountain of wisdom with the gods.” Then he growled like a wolf. I said to him, “You will live! Friend, stop talking about death.” He looked at me and said, “You are a Christian, and you believe in heaven, right? If you don’t die, how do you expect to get to heaven? I believe in Valhalla, and you need to die in battle before you get there, so promise me, friend!” I replied, trembling in fear, “I will tell not just my children but the world.” Then he walked out happy. I then understood that my friend had been programmed to fight until he died in battle, for only then could he be at peace. I couldn’t sleep all night, not after what I just learnt. This guy was something else. If I wanted Uju for myself, I would have to be Joe, even though he wasn’t my match. His enemies feared him and often missed shots whenever they aimed at him. Mighty Joe, my hombre, friend, and foe. 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AuthorHouse™ UK Ltd. 1663 Liberty Drive Bloomington, IN 47403 USA www.authorhouse.co.uk Phone: 0800.197.4150 This book is a fictional representation of the bitter realities of certain aspects of life. Similarity to persons, living or dead is purely coincidental and not intended by the author. © 2014 Azubike A. Ahubelem. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author. Published by AuthorHouse 07/22/2014 ISBN: 978-1-4969-8697-9 (sc) ISBN: 978-1-4969-8696-2 (hc) ISBN: 978-1-4969-8698-6 (e) Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Thinkstock are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only. Certain stock imagery © Thinkstock. This book is printed on acid-free paper. Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid. The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them. DEDICATION To my family and friends whose enthusiasm kept this story going. CHAPTER 1 Uju and Joe “A man has less conscience when in love than in any other condition.” —Arthur Schopenhauer (1788–1860), German philosopher My name is Uche Abdullahi. I know you’re wondering about the combination. My mother is a native of Igbo extraction, while my father is of Hausa. I would describe myself as a perfect gentleman and a devoted Christian. I am tall, good-looking, and intelligent. I gained admission into the university several years ago. Liberation from my parents and the joy of studying had come, and my dreams came true at that time. I was astonished by what I saw. It was a different environment; there were lots of stressors and struggles, beginning with the registration process and continuing with the rest of the process. I also noticed that you didn’t have to look for trouble at the university; it would always find you. The conditions of the hostels were bad, so I decided to stay up gate. Upgate was the name of a piece of land very close to the school gate. It had a market, restaurants, pubs, and numerous houses that were privately owned and rented to students. My room was painted blue and furnished with a rug, a table, a chair, and a mattress. Since I was a gifted artist, I decided to draw a picture of Thor on my wall. I came to the school environment with a wide array of clothing, but I was advised not to wear certain colours. I was told that those who were linked with those clothes saw it as impersonation and dealt mercilessly with those found guilty of this charge. I also learned to avoid beautiful ladies because they always led to trouble, especially those nicknamed “high tension wires,” because a mean individual linked with any of the dirty 1 Azubike A. Ahubelem groups may have an interest in these girls. All these and others made up the unwritten laws that guided our activities within the university environs. One morning, I woke up, said my prayers, took my bath, and went straight for lectures. We were having mathematics. On this particular day, I was privileged to get a seat. There were far more students than what the classroom could accommodate. The lecture was long and boring: Mr. Isacca, a wrinkle-faced man with a coarse voice, waffled continuously. In a low, gentle voice, my neighbour asked for a spare pen. She had an attractive aura around her. I searched my pockets for an extra pen but came up empty, so I shook my head. She nodded in return. An impulse came over me. It was so strong that I began to ask everyone within my reach for a spare pen, and as fate would have it, I found one to give her. I watched her write in her notebook, which was far more interesting than listening to Mr. Isacca. After the lecture, she returned the pen, which I later took it to its owner. I had a friendly chat with the woman who borrowed the pen and requested for her name. “Kemi,” she replied. “Oh, what a unique name you’ve got. Where do you live?” I quizzed. She replied that she also lived Upgate, but in a different hostel than mine, so we decided to stroll out together. We reached the junction where we should have gone our separate ways, but she asked me to accompany her to a nearby shop so she could pick up some items. Once there, a tall boy with a scar on his head walked towards me and tapped me on the shoulder. I turned towards him, and he whispered, “My chairman wants you to bring this lady to him,” pointing to a nearby bar filled with seven dopey-looking individuals. I looked at the dude, smiled as if he were talking trash, and told him to pass the message to Kemi himself. He walked towards her and spoke to her. She went into a rage, raining curses on him, and walked away swiftly. I was still trying to come to terms with the scene when he turned towards me and ordered me to go to the bar. I glanced at the bar and would have resisted, but the sight of several hands signalling me to come there sent a 2 Don’t Join chill down my spine. I walked towards them in fear, this being my first encounter with gang members. They threatened me, claiming to have been insulted because of me. I explained to them that it wasn’t my fault, but they wouldn’t listen. All they wanted was a crate of beer. I laughed and tried to become aggressive. One dude arose from his seat, took a deep puff from his cigarette, blew the smoke all over me, and attempted to burn my cheek with it. I began to plead. He left me after I handed him 300 naira, which was all I had. Before I left, though, he said to me, “I admire your courage. Come closer, and I will make you like me.” I walked away swiftly. I couldn’t imagine myself being anything like him. I got to my room, and joy filled my heart because it was neat and welcoming. It was indeed a place of peace. I took off my clothes and laid on my bed, thinking about what had happened. I flipped through the pages of my notebooks and mathematics textbook. It was known by all that Mr. Isacca sets his exam questions from the examples given in class, so all I needed to do to pass was to make sure I had a steady hand on those. I worked on a couple of them, and when I tired, I put on my T-shirt and jeans and left for lunch. Afterwards, I came back and had my siesta. For several months, I had managed to live with little or no stress, avoiding problems as much as I could while finding ways to solve the few I had gotten into. One morning, I woke up and my head was pounding. My memory clouded, and suddenly it flashed back The day before had been a crazy day. I realized I had been woken by the sound of thunderous knocks on my door. I jumped up in panic and screamed, “Who goes there?” A little voice replied in panic, “It’s your guy, Joe. Please open.” I opened the door, and he rushed in, sweating and shivering, looking scared to death. Behind that fear, though, I could see anger and a lust for vengeance blazing through his eyes. Joe wasn’t any ordinary guy; he was a tall, huge man with a mean face and a hint of handsomeness. It was obvious that his participation in bravado exploits caused his face to look rugged. His skin was light brown with 3 Azubike A. Ahubelem prominent scars left by knives, broken bottles, and other crude implements. He had a carriage that could be described as a mixture of style and pure military masculinity. He looked and said to me, “My brother! My friend! I just escaped death. I went to see my girlfriend, and unknown to me, an ambush had been set for me in front of her room. I could see nothing but pure darkness, and from this darkness emerged a figure I couldn’t make out. The bulge in his pocket made me realize he was armed to the teeth. I paused for a second, and I took to my heels. Instantly, several gunshots were fired as I was chased. I got far enough, and like a monkey, I hid in top of a tree. They looked for me like addicts who were looking for cocaine, but they searched in vain. They all left but one, who looked up and said to me, ‘Come down, my friend. I know you are there, and today is your lucky day.’ I jumped down, not knowing he didn’t initially see me. He looked me in the eye, and in fear, he shot and tried to escape. Thank God it was a Dane gun that needed to be loaded after each shot. Like a demon, I grabbed a tree branch and smashed his nose. He let out a sound that seemed like a squeal, but I wasn’t satisfied. I pounded his face until it looked like a nylon bag of tomatoes a train had run over. I could see he was in misery, so I decided to put an end to it, forgetting that the sound of his gun would have attracted his men. I pulled my little pen knife and went for his neck, but I was interrupted by the sound of footsteps. Again, I was in motion. My legs were tired, but fear and the will to live kept me going until I got to your door.” As Joe concluded his explanation of the ordeal, I looked at him and asked if he was sure that nobody had followed him. He looked at me in a weird manner, which meant I had insulted him, but he replied that he was sure. For hours, I preached to Joe, condemning his membership in the gang. After all, it was wrong and against the will of God. He told me that God judges based on what we believe, and he believed he was a Warrior. Therefore, when he died, he would dwell in that great place called Valhalla, the place where all great Warriors go. He pulled out his phone and asked for a charger since his battery was completely flat. After a while, his phone came on, and several messages rushed in. His fellow Warriors had been looking for him, so he sprang up and left. I felt relief, but not for long: He 4 Don’t Join came back with his girlfriend, and I noticed that his shirt was torn and that there were bruises on his back. His men had drilled him for endangering his life and going into the enemy’s territory after they had sent him several distress messages. He pleaded with me to allow his girlfriend stay in my room until it got dark. I agreed, and he left. His girlfriend, Uju, was a tall, fair, and beautiful girl. She had these eyes that made me wonder if she were a girl or Venus, my favourite Greek goddess. She looked innocent, and her soft but deep voice sounded like Toni Braxton. Everything about her was drop-dead sexy, and I could feel a little tension in my loins as I looked at her. Joe wasn’t the kind of guy you would want to mess with, though, so I quickly extricated every evil thought from my mind. Uju looked at me, and her lips moved, but not a word came out (or was I too busy focusing on her lips to hear the words she spoke?). There was a similarity between Uju’s lips and Angelina Jolie’s. “What did you say?” I asked. She replied, “Thanks.” Not waiting for a response, she continued. “Yesterday was terrible. Three boys burst into my room with guns to do heaven knows what, but luckily for me, one of them was my brother. He shook his head in disappointment and left. I could see fifty or more hiding in the dark outside. I was gripped with fear, so I tried to call Joe, but I couldn’t get through. I heard a gunshot and the footsteps of people running.” Tears rushed down her cheeks. “I was so terrified,” she continued. “Scared to death that Joe would be killed, I rushed out of my room thinking I would see my brother, but the whole place was like a ghost town. I went back into my room, and seconds later, I could hear them coming back and assuming their positions. The next thing I knew, I heard a gunshot, and they all ran out again. This time, they came back with my brother, whose face was completely disfigured, and they began to administer first aid in my room.” She paused for a while and held me close. My shirt absorbed her tears, and my hand patted her back. She continued. “In the morning, we took him 5 Azubike A. Ahubelem to the hospital, and when I was taking my leave, Joe called me. I didn’t know what to do. How could he do such a thing to my brother? Finally, I answered, and he told me to meet him somewhere. I wanted to talk, but he told me there wasn’t time for that. He never listens to me. I just wonder what I am doing with him.” I kept saying, “Uju, take it easy, okay?” She looked me straight in the eye. It wasn’t just an ordinary look. She said, “Do you want me? If you don’t mind, I want you.” It was a tough decision, but her looks broke my defences, and I made the first move: a kiss. We both kept our eyes opened. It was weird, a mixture of pleasure, fear, and extreme paranoia. It was worth the risk. The next day, which was a Sunday, I visited some friends, and we began to talk about the fracas. I was told it all started when a member of a gang called the Assassins mistakenly stepped on a rival’s foot. Without hesitation, the rival gave him a slap, which led to a small combat. The Assassin pulled his knife and stabbed the rival, who was a member of the Warrior gang. Blood spilled, and the Warrior echoed out the rescue word while the Assassin did the same. Instantly, a group of Assassins and Warriors arrived on the scene. Nobody waited for an explanation as bottles were smashed and gunshots were fired leaving many with wounds of various degrees as they all took to their heels in all directions. We all laughed, thanking God we didn`t belong to any gang because gangs remained in hidden places as they moved in groups with the fear of being shot dead. Joe began to have problems with Uju after then. Uju began to flood my phone with text messages. One said, “My sweet charming you, don’t know what to say, but the truth must be told. You are not just good with listening alone but also in making a woman smile. My body begs for the feel of your touch, even if it would cost me my head.” I got scared, especially with the words “cost me my head,” because everything that happened that day was nothing but fun. I didn’t have a gun and wasn’t interested in picking a fight with Joe, who wasn’t scared of death. I deleted the message and asked 6 Don’t Join myself why I tasted the forbidden fruit. Then I laughed and said to myself, “Once you go, you can’t go back.” problems On this blessed day, Joe sent me a message saying he wanted to meet me at Swings, a cool hangout were boys like me rarely went for fear of the likes of Joe. I was gripped with total confusion. But being a man, I mounted my feet and marched there. Upon arrival, Joe looked me in the eye as if he were trying to read my mind. He was surrounded by five guys, crazy as hell, who were known for their notorious soft touch for triggers. Beer bottles adorned the plastic table, and cigarette smoke clouded the air while rap music played in the background. I took a seat, and he said to me, “Do I consider you as my brother?” I replied, “Yes,” trying to hide my fear. Then he continued. “Do you see us as bad people?” while pointing to the five guys behind him. I let out a laugh, purely fake but full of emotion, accompanied by the word, “No.” Then one of them looked me in the eyes as he held his bottle of beer, and two things came to my mind. One, this guy was about to burst open my head with the bottle and disgrace me. Two, he may have wanted to kill me. The guy who looked me in the eyes continued, “Then why aren’t you consuming your beer?” I smiled and took a big gulp. Then Joe continued, “Have you ever betrayed me?” I whispered to myself, “Now I see what’s going on; it’s all about Uju.” So I replied, “No,” in a voice so thin and tiny. Then Joe lifted his hand and rubbed my head as if I were a kid and let out this strange laugh. I expected a knock, but it didn’t come forth. The next words that came out of Joe’s mouth scared the hell out of me. “Do you think my girl, Uju, is beautiful?” For a second, I paused and thought that whatever answer I gave him would be wrong. So I looked Joe in the eyes as I held my bottle firmly, even though it shivered in my hands. I had read 7 Contacts: Website: http://www.jollyrogueseries.com Twitter: @DTjoin Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/jollyrogueseries Blog:http://jollyrougeseries..com/ |
Religion / Re: A Library Of The Best 40 Atheist Arguments Against God/religion (NOW WITH PICS) by zubike01(m): 8:01pm On Jan 21, 2013 |
Van snickers:Let me school you a little on life after death also called imortality "Immortality, I know we all have an idea of this concept, it means living for ever or being remembered for ever. Also it is an unending existence of the soul after physical death. The doctrine of immortality is common to many religions; in different cultures, however, it takes various forms, ranging from ultimate extinction of the soul to its final survival and the resurrection of the body. Heroes are immortal for their stories live on after them, the works of celebrities are captured in immortality for they would never be forgotten .The other definition of immortality has to do with Heaven the dwelling place of the gods and other spiritual beings. It has been described as a place or condition of perfect supernatural happiness for the redeemed in the afterlife. In Christianity, it is where God and the angels are believed to dwell. In Hinduism, the ultimate personal goal is considered absorption into the “universal spirit.” Buddhist doctrine promises nirvana, the state of complete bliss achieved through total extinction of the personality"(www.jollyrougeseries.com). That said am i still guilty of false anology. I actually enjoy this thread, unlike other Naira land thread normally people would results to insults and mockery. |
Religion / Re: A Library Of The Best 40 Atheist Arguments Against God/religion (NOW WITH PICS) by zubike01(m): 8:20am On Jan 21, 2013 |
Logicboy03: Is like saying why do people speak the different languages, all religions agree that God is a spirit all religions believe in life after death so what are you saying even scientist have different schools of thoughts. |
Religion / Re: A Library Of The Best 40 Atheist Arguments Against God/religion (NOW WITH PICS) by zubike01(m): 7:50am On Jan 21, 2013 |
Logicboy03: Thats whats why its so great and amazing we could preserve it despite all and trust me it is not dying its rampant in Cuba, America and Nigeria. It is even one of UNESCO's world indestructible heritage so get your facts right bro. |
Religion / Re: Why Are Nigerians So Obsessed With Religion? by zubike01(m): 12:20pm On Jan 20, 2013 |
Nigerians are very religious because the economic situation of the country is messed up. People tend to cling closer to their believe when things are difficult, for religion provides hope for the hopeless it is also easier to blame ones mishaps as the action of an unseen greater force. I believe in Oludumare the supreme God that created the earth but the God i believe in doesn't have any business with the affairs of the earth. |
Religion / Re: The Bible God Was An Alien Astronaut - Nothing More by zubike01(m): 11:56am On Jan 20, 2013 |
ifeness: This is very correct. My research about the extraterrestrial gods of Oshun Oshogbo lead mt to this articles. Aliens are not Gods follow this link and get my point http://ancientaliensdebunked.com/ or watch on youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j9w-i5oZqaQ 1 Like |
Religion / Re: A Library Of The Best 40 Atheist Arguments Against God/religion (NOW WITH PICS) by zubike01(m): 5:44am On Jan 20, 2013 |
Well am done debunking the ones i feel are relevant most of your arguments are focused on Abrahamic religions and their flaws. |
Religion / Re: A Library Of The Best 40 Atheist Arguments Against God/religion (NOW WITH PICS) by zubike01(m): 5:38am On Jan 20, 2013 |
cyrexx: [size=18pt]7)The Argument from Locality[/size] Your argument here isn't strong when a scientist does a research the news spreads around his immediate environment 1st. Other scientist would then carry out the same experiment following the scientist guideline and find out if they get the same result. So if i tell you i can communicate with my God all you have to do is follow my guide lines, do exactly what i do and if you don't get an epiphany you can now say my God doesn't exist. 3 Likes |
Religion / Re: A Library Of The Best 40 Atheist Arguments Against God/religion (NOW WITH PICS) by zubike01(m): 5:17am On Jan 20, 2013 |
ifeness: Ok nice please i would appreciate it if you could have a look @ my novel and give me a feed back http://www.jollyrougeseries.com/?page_id=51 |
Religion / Re: A Library Of The Best 40 Atheist Arguments Against God/religion (NOW WITH PICS) by zubike01(m): 5:15am On Jan 20, 2013 |
ifeness: THATS your believe so you are indirectly saying you are going to be an Orisha one day that is your Ori talking. Olodumare sent us here to gain experience You even belief in life after death. My brother you are not a atheist then but a free soul who wants to live life without any obligation to a superior beign thats a good thing the Ifa religion says whatever path you find happiness follow it let me share an Odu with u. The verse tells the story of two friends who people claimed they were inseparable. Esu heard this and decided to put their friendship to the test. The two friends had a farm which shared a boundary. So Esu wore a Hat which was completely black on the Left and completely red on the right after which he walked along the border singing a melodious song aloud. Later on the two friends were discussing and one of them mentioned the fellow who walked through their farm singing melodies and his funny looking black cap the other shared a laughed but corrected him that it was a red cap. They began to argue about it till it lets to an exchange of furious fisticuff. Esu turned up and stopped the fight and explained that it was him and hat was red on one side and black on the other. That was how Esu demonstrated that people quarrel because people see things from different angles. |
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