Against all odd “i know an amazing Nigerian woman” writing competition

in commemoration of
her 50th birthday anniversary, the Felicia
Okonkwo ‘ Against All Odds, I Know an Amazing
Nigerian Woman’ Writing Competition will set sail
as we celebrate the incredible Nigerian women
who are impacting families and birthing changes
in communities.
Photo credit: ©2012 Desta Laiser/World Vision via
beyond5.org
Do you know an amazing Nigerian woman? Do
you know one who despite severe financial
handicaps, has made great sacrifices to surmount
the odds and rescue her family from abject
poverty? Has she affected the lives of not just her
family but the community at large? Has she gone
far beyond the call of duty in her workplace,
street, place of worship, market-place or the
community at large? Do you know that Nigerian
woman who has prevailed against all odds,
endured huge sacrifices and toiled unendingly? Do
you know an Amazing Nigerian Woman?
Then share her story with Nigerians and Africans
at large! Celebrate that terrific Nigerian woman,
inspire Africans and win mouth-watering prizes
all in the bargain!
Entry Requirements Are:
1. Submissions must be between 500 and 1000
words.
2. It must be an original work and include at least
one picture and the contact details of the subject
that is your ‘Amazing Nigerian Woman.’
3. Kindly ensure that your submission is
accompanied by a short profile of the author.
4. Entries should be sent in the body of the mail
with the title, ‘I Know an Amazing Nigerian
Woman…’ to competition@konnectafrica.net.
5. Submissions open 13th October 2014 and close
by midnight on 2nd November, 2014.
6. Like our Facebook Page http://www.facebook.com/
konnectafrica and follow us on Twitter
@konnect_africa for updates and feedback.
7. Voting for the top 3 entries will be carried out on
Konnectafrica.net.
Prizes:
Our double combo includes prizes for the authors
and the amazing women they write about!
Author Prizes:
1st Prize: A Samsung Galaxy Tab 4 10.1 inches
2nd Prize: A Samsung Galaxy Tab 4.7 inches
3rd Prize: A Samsung Galaxy Tab 3 Lite 7.0
The Amazing Women Prizes:
1st Prize: N100, 000 and a feature on
Konnectafrica.net
2nd Prize: N80, 000
3rd Prize: N50, 000
Judging and Judges
Judging will be based on Originality and
Creativity; but much more than the writers’
dexterity and prowess in wielding words, the
Amazing Nigerian Woman must truly and
unequivocally be a source of inspiration and
empowerment in her sphere of influence.
Our Judges are:
Mr. Ogbo Awoke Ogbo – Motivational Speaker/
Executive Coach, Giantthoughts International,
Lagos
Mrs. Nneamaka Nkanang- Founder & CEO, Ribel
Couture and Carte Blanche Catering
Miss.Uche Okonkwo – Managing Editor, Kachifo
Limited
Mrs. Seun Sangoleye – Mom-In-Chief, Baby Grubz
Nigeria
Mr. Chukwuma Muanya – Senior Reporter and
Head/Editor Science and Health Desk
Timeline of Events
13th October, 2014 – Competition opens.
14th October – 2nd November, 2014 – Entries
will be received from all over Nigeria. Entries
submitted after 2nd November will not be
considered.
3rd – 23 rd November 2014 – The Judges
shortlist the Top 5 entries
24th – 28 th November 2014 – Voting
commences on Konnectafrica.net for three (3)
winning entries to emerge.
29th November 2014 – Winners are announced.
Got any questions? Email us at
editor@konnectafrica.net,
arise@konnectafrica.net or
lovelynokafor@gmail.com. Don’t forget to
connect with us on twitter @konnect_africa and
Facebook on http://www.facebook.com/konnectafrica.
Join the conversation with the hashtag
#IKAANW.
*By submitting articles for this competition,
candidates give KonnectAfrica.Net and Felicia
Okonkwo the right to reproduce and distribute the
article in printed, electronic or any other medium;
and to edit as is deemed appropriate, while duly
recognising its author[s].

QUOTE OF LIFE

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that frightens us most. We ask ourselves, ‘Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and famous?’ Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that people won’t feel insecure around you. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in all of us. And when we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”
~ Maryanne Williamson

LETTER TO MY UNBORE CHILD 2

Like one of my friends would say “it is well”. Hmm, it really is, but I wouldn’t deny the fact that things will elevate from well to better as soon as I hear your cry and find you wailing for my touch. I know being a mother goes beyond the desire to procreate…it takes hardworking, wisdom, patience, tolerance, endurance, money and so much more to raise a child to an adult…..not just an adult, a proper adult with self-dignity and integrity. I was once a child na, so I know that the amount spent to bring me up to such independent level is immeasurable. Therefore, I know the race will not be easy…whoever said good things come easy? But I am ready…Laced and booted to run this race. I may not know everything but I’m a fast learner and I will definitely pick up the clues as we go.
This reminds me. Please, when you do decide to come, don’t forget to come with many blessings o, this place isn’t easy at all. The price of garri in the market has doubled over the last year. The Nigerian economy keeps going up and never coming down. Few months ago, some statistical data revealed we have a flourishing economy which by the way, confuses me because baby diapers seem to cost the same amount as my scandals; probably they meant inflation…. so you see my dear, we could use all blessings we could get but I’m sure that by the grace of God, we will survive, not just survive, live triumphantly . Wealth and finance will never be an issue. #Amen#. You will wear the latest baby clothes, and eat and drink the most nourishing cereals #Amen o#. You see, Mummy is working very hard. I’m really working hard to make myself into the mother you will be proud of and I’m sure your dad is working hard too…wherever he is #rollingmyeyes#. We are all doing these to make sure we can afford to give you all the finest things in life and even send you overseas to further your education when you grow up. We are also somewhat hoping that the Nigeria educational system would have improved by then and there may probably be no need to send you so far away to get such quality education.
Hmmm… I have to run now my darling. My boss just walked in. I promise to write to you again whenever I can. So be good Nicole, make sure you don’t bother Mr. Messiah up there and I’ll see you when the time is right. Extend my love to your siblings and continue to lead a good example to them as my first child…
…..With so much love
Mum
©Quincy Iwediokpulu (Kycee’stales): quincy writes@ http://www.qbaby4eva.wordpress.com

LETTER TO MY UNBORN CHILD

My dearest child,
First, I want to apologize for having not written you in a long time. Honestly, in all my life I haven’t really thought of you….until today. I realize how disappointing that might have sounded considering I’m a woman and it’s expected that such thoughts might have crossed my mind at some point…well I guess I have just arrived at that point. My point. It came like an overwhelming force; filling some void I never thought existed. As a matter of fact, I haven’t been able to stop imagining how you will look like, your smile, your chuckle, and the dimples on your cheek when you smirk. I’m sure you will have an absolutely adorable grin. I haven’t been able to stop wondering if you will look more of me or more of your dad. Will you have the same lips as mine? Will you have my flat nose and tiny ears? You see, I have this strange mark across my face, a feature I had somewhat inherited from my mother, your soon to be grandmother. I can’t help but wonder if it’s like some generic passage thing and if you’ll have that too. I also wonder if you will come first as a male or a female…hmmm…I don’t think I would care really, because either way, I’d love you more than life itself. That being said, I really cannot wait to see you…to have you look into my eyes when you suck from my breasts. This longing to see you has suddenly become unbearable to the point that, I pause whatever it is I am doing to watch a baby cereal advert on television or listen to some diapers commercial on radio. As silly as this may sound, I keep hoping I will hear your voice or probably see you on television… ….…How that is possible, is the purpose for this letter. When did you say you are coming again?
It’s been over a year now that I had suddenly realized how important it is to have you and your siblings in my life. I suddenly don’t think I want to continue existing without any of you. The thought of having ‘Mini-mes’ running around my cushion with ’Mummy’ on their lips was starting to sound more appealing like some great accomplishment. What was life without ones to call your own I have often wondered? Well your guess is as good as mine. It would be filled with emptiness…loneliness, nonfulfillment. Anyways, I am not ignorant of the fact that this desire cannot be achieved alone. I don’t want to end up like one of your uncles who passed away several years ago without leaving a copy of himself behind because he couldn’t find the woman of his dreams. So I know I will need a husband and you a father and there lies the real problem. I have no doubt in my mind that you will not hesitate to come as soon as I find your daddy but sweetheart, you have absolutely no idea how difficult that has been. I cannot begin to explain to you how much heartache I have suffered all in the effort of finding your father. It is like finding a needle on the floor when it never fell on it in the first place. You are crawling on the floor, searching, looking, your knees scrabbled from the desperation….you have no idea. So this is what I’ll suggest, since you are still heaven and have a closer link with the Messiah, you could probably talk with Him for me (it’s not like I haven’t been doing that o, you can even ask Him how many times we’ve discussed this. The thing is, He has just been silent about the matter which I must confess is starting to drive me crazy). So kindly talk to Him for me ehn, explain to Him how important it is for me to find your daddy as soon as possible, so that you can come quickly…
Come to think of it, this your daddy sef. Isn’t he tired of waiting too? Doesn’t he miss you as much as I miss you? Doesn’t he want you and your siblings to arrive quickly? What is keeping him? I’m pretty sure that if someone were to ask him wherever he is, he would say he needs to set up a dynasty first where we can all rule as kings and queens…but can’t he see that time is going, menopause sets at forty o? Dynasty or no Dynasty…we are already kings and queens….in God’s kingdom. Me I’m tired o, I’m truly tired of waiting for him, if not that it wasn’t possible to have you without him, I wouldn’t have been bothering myself (I wouldn’t lie, there are unnatural ways to get you here faster but it would mean, that you wouldn’t have a daddy and that would be so unfair to you and your siblings and besides, I’m a traditional woman. I want to have you the natural way… #whispers# heard it’s even sweeter and better. The unnatural way that is, Artificial insemination made possible by science and technology comes with some unnecessary complications. So you see, I need your father immediately). My arms are truly aching to hold you my dearest; even my nipples are getting irking because they want to feel your lips on them. I’m sure my ovaries are tired of producing eggs that never get fertilized. Even the cramps I used to suffer have suddenly stopped torturing me because they’ve finally realized I’m no longer paying attention to them…….. To be continued.

2015 Commonwealth Short Story Writing Competition

Each year, we select five winning writers from five different Commonwealth regions. One overall winner who receives £5000, and four regional winners who receive £2500 each. This year’s Commonwealth Short Story Prize is part-funded by The Sigrid Rausing Trust.
Topic
There are no restrictions on setting, genre or theme
Organizer
The Commonwealth Foundation
Prizes
One overall winner receives £5000, and four regional winners receive £2500 each.
Deadline
15 November 2014 (12 noon GMT)
Guidelines
The Commonwealth Short Story Prize is an annual award for unpublished short fiction administered and funded by the Commonwealth Foundation.
The prize covers the Commonwealth regions of 1. Africa, 2. Asia, 3. Canada and Europe, 4.
Caribbean and 5. Pacific.
Entrants must be citizens of a Commonwealth country. We will request verification of citizenship before winners are selected.
Writers from non-Commonwealth countries (including the Republic of Ireland and
Zimbabwe) are not eligible.
Entrants must be aged 18 years or over.
There is no requirement for the writer to have current residence in a Commonwealth country, providing she/he is a citizen of a Commonwealth country.
Only one entry per writer may be submitted.
The story must be the entrant’s own work.
The story must be original and should not have been previously published anywhere in full or in part. Published work is taken to mean published in any printed, publicly accessible form, e.g. anthology, magazine, newspaper. It is also taken to mean published online, with the exception of personal blogs and personal websites.
Entries previously submitted to the Commonwealth Short Story Prize are not eligible.
Entries must be 2,000 words minimum, 5,000 words maximum.
Entries should be uploaded in a PDF document. Please save your document as a PDF and use the title of the story as the file name. Please note the story must not be saved as ‘Commonwealth Story’, ‘Short Story’ or any other generic title. If it is not possible to save the entry as a PDF document, it may be uploaded as a Microsoft Word document, with the file name in the same format as above. The first page should include the name of the story and the number of words
The author’s details should be included in the entry form. They must not be given anywhere on the uploaded document. All entries are judged anonymously.
All entries should be submitted in Arial 12 point font and double line spacing. All pages should be numbered and include a header with the title of the story.
The story should be adult fiction and must not have been written for children alone.
To enter the 2015 Commonwealth Short Story Prize, submit your short story via the online applic ation form between 15 September and 15 November 2014.
Before submitting a story to the prize Submission of an entry is taken as acceptance of the rules.
For any entry or eligibility queries not covered below, please email writer s@com monw ealth.i ntfor clarification before submitting an entry.
Inquiries
For queries, please email writers@co mmonwealth.int .
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Source:

2015 Commonwealth Short Story Writing Competition

ANGEL OF DEATH (FINALE)

I COUNTED 7. THE GUYS were initially shocked. LATER they took up her challenge were all GRUNTING LIKE PIGS, SCREAMED and immediately LED HER TO THE ROOM. I declined. THEY ALL TOOK THEIR TURNS. IFEANYI’S TURN CAME AND HE HAD A GLEE IN HIS EYES. HE CAME OUT AND ORDERED FOR MORE BOOZE. HE WENT A SECOND TIME.
ANGELA LEFT THE FOLLOWING MORNING.She was happy. We did not know why. We bade her BYE. She actually handled all the guys. 7 of them and came out UNSCATHED. Ifeanyi kept HAILING ME FOR SOLVING HIS SEX DEPRIVATIONS and DEPRAVATIONS.
On Monday, the guys were screaming. 5 had problems urinating.LATER TESTS REVEALED FOUR GONORRHEA CASES AND ONE SYPHILIS CASE. TWO of the guys were lucky. Ifeanyi was spared the agony.
ANGEL OF DEATHhad STRUCK. The guys were treated. Ifeanyi paid for some of the treatments, while my CACHE of the valuable property of GF No. 1 came in handy.
Nobody saw ANGELA again. SHE JUST DISAPPEARED INTO THIN AIR.We heard from a GIRL IN THE VILLAGE AFTER 7 MONTHS THAT ANGELA WAS DEAD. She died in UBTH. The stories were; that SHE HAD HIV, some said she slept with an HAUSA MAN that used her for RITUALS. She actually died. ALL THE GUYS PANICKED. NO ONE HAD THE COURAGE TO GO FOR A TEST. BUT THEY ARE ALL ALIVE TODAY. 12 YEARS COUNTING. We later found out that ANGELA was from a POLYGAMOUS HOME WITH 23 KIDS. SHE HAD TO FEND FOR HERSELF and some of her younger ones.
MAY ANGELA’S SOUL FIND PEACE. I STILL SHED SOME TEARS ANYTIME I REMEMBER HER.
I wrote this NOTE IMMEDIATELY she came to mind; WITH ANDRE SUCKING AWAY AND GIOVANNI DRINKING APPLE JUICE FROM A CUP WITH WOODY AND BUZZ IMAGES ON IT ON A COLD WINTER NIGHT IN CHICAGO. I shed another round of tears. They have a home. Angela did not have a home, no love, no parental care and had to survive. Something in me changed after that experience.
SPARE A THOUGTH FOR SO MANY ANGELAS OUT THERE.
ADDENDUM: The names used on this NOTE are REAL PEOPLE. THEY EXIST BUT PART OF THIS THIS STORY IS OF THE AUTHOR’S IMAGINATIONS.
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This story was written and posted by Charles Okoronkwo on http://naijastrips.blogspot.in/2011/01/angel-of-death.html?m=1

ANGEL OF DEATH 5

No. 1was living in VICTORIA ISLAND. My friends hailed me for the CAPTURE. We transferred the CUSTODY OF HER ALLOWANCE from the school guardian to GREEN HOSTEL. I planned and executed the coup. She moved in with us. We sold her RADIO SET, ELECTRIC IRON and BED SHEETS to FUND my FRIEND’S ABORTION TRIPS.
One of her friends did not like me and reported to her parents that she was LIVING WITH A MAN OFF CAMPUS. She was BUNDLED back to the HOSTEL, BUT ALL HER VALUABLES TOOK RESIDENCE IN EKOSODIN. That was more IMPORTANT. I saw that ROOM MATE recently in SURULERE TUGGING TWO ROTUND DAUGHTERS to LIFELINE HOSPITAL FOR KIDS. I reminded of her FOOLERY and we LAUGHED IT OFF. She is a MOTHER NOW.
No. 2was AUXILLIARY. Her parents were living in IKOYI. When her parents retired from the Ministry, left the government quarters and moved to Iyana Ipaja, a Lagos Surburb outside IKOYI, she LOST RELEVANCE.
No. 3grew up in LONDON and had a funny BRITISH ACCENT. She would complain to my friends that CHOCO WAS ALWAYS PADDING BACK AND FORTH FROM the FEMALE HOSTELS with an accent like one with a BOIL on HER ARMPIT. She was a COMIC RELIEF.
No. 4was liked by my friend from Agenebode. My friend liked OYOO(Beans) and she was always cooking that for him. She was rich. Her father had a manufacturing plant in Malaysia. She attended Queens Enugu. I was forced into that relationship. She refused to go out with my friends and I was called in to capture her. I once pretended I had an ASHMATIC ATTACK IN SCHOOL. SHE cried like a WIDOW WITH TWO KIDS WHOSE HUSBAND DIED WITHOUT A LIFE INSURANCE OR PENSION FUNDS. She DROPPED 10K. RICHARD IRIKEFE and UCHE collected the 10k to buy VENTOLIN INHALER for me. We met inside the SCHOOL TO SHARE THE BOOTY. I just ended the relationship without any reasons. I did not like her.
No. 5was the daughter of a RICH ELECTRONICS TYCOON in Benin. My friends, RICHARD IRIKEFE and JOE SIMPSON liked her. They always pretended they were going to her ROOM to PLAY a GAME of CARDS. I always saw EMPTY PLATES OF PASTA and RICE in front of them whenever I got to HER room. They were always in her room. When the relationship packed up, they blamed me and were not HAPPY. I knew their reasons.
To get to the CRUX of the matter, I concluded that ANGELA was not worth my time since she was an LIG. I then remembered the CELIBATE IFEANYI in my FLAT. The plan was to introduce her to Ifeanyi. I summarily INVITED HER TO GREEN HOUSE. She agreed to VISIT that evening.
I made a U-TURN and went into school. I took a BIKE to OSASOGIE STORES. I always VISITED MY FRIENDS THERE ANYTIME I WANTED TO FOOL MYSELF and ‘FORM AJE BUTTER’ as was WONT with the PEOPLE on THAT SIDE OF THE UNIBEN DIVIDE. FULL GROWN MEN WOULD SPEND 5 LONG HOURS ON A BOTTLE OF BEER AND 2 STICKS OF ROTHMANS PLAYING POOL and TELLING STORIES ABOUT AMERICA AND LONDON. They HAD RECORDS OF SPENDING EXTRA 2 YEARS IN SCHOOL. I must confess, most times, I would tell TALES about WORKING in MACDONALDS and HARRODS IN LONDON during VACATIONS. YOUNG GIRLS WOULD SIT WITH MOUTH AGAPE listening to my TALES and ACTING LIKE MAIDENS THAT were SENT BACK FROM THE VIRGIN DANCE WHEN IT WAS REALIZED THEY WERE NOT VIRGINS. STOOORRRRYYYYY!!! UNIBEN!!!!!!!!!
I left OSASOGIE after 4 hours of LIVING IN ILLUSIONARY GRANDEUR and took a BIKE to EKOSODIN VILLAGE to keep the date with Angela. My friends were in the Hostel. I informed them about ANGELA and the Date. One of my friends had met her and had tried bringing to the hostel. She declined then, he informed me and was happy she was coming.
ANGELA ARRIVED around 7pm. One of my friends was out to spend the night with a member of his HAREM. Our Hostel was buzzing with Life. Guys were Playing cards. Music was Blaring. We had no care in the world. It was a FRIDAY. YOUND MAIDENS were having their baths SINGING IN LOUD TONES waiting for their BOY and MEN FRIENDS. GOD, I LOVED UNNNIBBBEEENNN. ‘IF I SAY YES, IF I SAY NO’ rented the AIR. I WAS SOARING HIGH AND HAPPY.
Immediately ANGELA WALKED IN, the guys let out a SOUND hailing her. IFEANYI was happy too. He had money and was supplying the BOOZE. I introduced ANGELA and she joined in the competition to drink to stupor. She chatted freely with all the guys. ALL OF A SUDDEN she MADE A CHALLENGE. YOU COULD HEAR A COIN DROP.
ANGELA SAID SHE COULD SLEEP WITH ALL THE GUYS IN THE ROOM. .

ANGEL OF DEATH 4

I was AN UNREPENTANT AND SERIAL EXAMS WRITER IN UNIBEN. I WROTE EXAMS IN ALMOST ALL THE DEPARTMENTS IN UNIBEN. A MEATPIE AND A BOTTLE OF COKE IN OKONKWO’S STORE IN SOCIAL SCIENCES was ALL IT TOOK to BUY MY SOUL. I was not the food type and was living on SODA.
Just provide your NOTE BOOK and give me a 5-HOUR WINDOW, depending on the course, and you are SAFE.
I wrote MODERN HISTORY FOR SOMEONE. I remember writing about THUCYDIDES. I wondered then why SOMEONE would leave the FATHER’S HOUSE to come to school to SPEND 4 YEARS to study HISTORY. I helped one GIRL with SYNTAX and POST-POSITIVE FUNCTIONS OF ADJECTIVE IN ENGLISH DEPT. I had to MEMORIZE PRIDE AND PREJUDICE.
I helped a guy in Law with JURISPRUDENCE. He was BEFUDDLED with LAWS AND MORALS, JOHN LOCKE and POSITIVISM. I wrote PSYCHOLOGY AND SOCIOLOGY EXAMS too . They were my favorite.
I had to MEMORIZE names like TIBIA and FIBULA, HUMERUS and ULNA for a guy in MEDICINE. I wrote the ANATOMY EXAMS. a FRIEND was sent packing from medical school during his third year . He could not pass the MBBS EXAMS later. He took solace in TELLING GIRLS ABOUT FERRARI TESTAROSA AND LAMBOURGHINI COUNTACH . I wonder what he would be doing now. Hope not a medical doctor.
I was known. Just call CHOCOMILO and you would pass your exams. I was writing MACRO ECONOMICS exams for one of my friends in MBA 1 CLASS when a guy sighted me and knew there was no way I could have failed that course. I was in MBA 2. He knew my PROWESS in FACULTY OF AGRIC. He moved his PAPERS next to my DESK. When he saw the NAME I REGISTERED on the ANSWER SHEET, he smiled and HAILED ME. He copied ceaselessly. I asked him what he would have done if he did not see me in the hall. Heunearthed rolls of sheets from his pantswhen we left the hall. My friend I wrote the EXAMS for was CALLED BY THE LECTURER to CONGRATULATE HIM FOR SCORING 92% in the exams. HE DID NOT GO to see the lecturer.
One of my friends in FACULTY OF AGRIC cried and begged me to help him in one of our exams. He was worried he was going to make a THIRD CLASS and wondered what he would tell his PARENTS. I allowed him COPY MY SCRIPT. It was a 4 UNIT COURSE and he made an A-. The only A he ever made in his 5 year sojourn in UNIBEN. He ended up with a 2:2. He has never stopped buying me BEER till date.
A girl in my class sat next to me in a STATISTICS EXAMS and CONFESSED to me she DID NOT Know what the course was all about. I tried explaining DEVIATION FROM MEAN to HER and the POSITIVE SQUARE ROOT OF A VARIANCE. I TOLD HER the reason for ‘n-1’ in SAMPLING. GOD!!! she cried. I wonder what BACKGROUND she had . I allowed her to copy my script, almost copying my Matriculation Number. HARRISON ENABULELE SCORED 96% and I SCORED 94%. She passed and the next SEMESTER was SHIPPED TO FLORIDA BY HER PARENTS.
A girl HIJACKED MY SCRIPT in one of the GENETICS EXAMS. CHROMOSONAL ABBERATION MEANT NOTHING TO HER. Why should she be bothered about 2N+1 chromosomes, ADENOSINE, CYTOSINE, THIANINE and GUANINE. She just had to pass the course. ESOSA OWVIEBO should know THE STORY. Our INVIGILATOR saw her actions and SMILED. He pleaded with me to ALLOW HER COPY. I was SHOCKED!!!. She copied and passed.
My CLASS MATE, KOFI, was CAUGHT BY A TRAP IN THE FOREST DURING OUR INDUSTRIAL TRAINING. HE WAS IN THE FORESTRY DEPARTMENT. HE ALMOST LOST A LEG. HE SMOKED 5 PACKETS OF MARLBORO A DAY AND HAD A DARK SWOLLEN LIP AND AN ACCOUSTIC SIGNATURE. A DEEP COUGH. Men, KOFI was UGLY and without a LEG, it would have been DISASTROUS. He only ended up with a LIMP.
I was in the LAWN TENNIS TEAM in the SCHOOL. The first day I came to the TENNIS COURT, I defeated the SCHOOL NUMBER 4. They drafted me into the WAUG TEAM IMMEDIATELY. I COLLECTED THE CAMP ALLOWANCE and NEVER PLAYED FOR THE TEAM. I played lawn tennis as a child and reconsidered my HIGH AMBITIONS when I took a dive on a HARD COURT a la BORIS BECKER and sustained serious injuries not realizing BECKER was diving on WIMBLEDON GRASS COURTS not HARD COURTS.
A GIRL in the SCHOOL’S FEMALE SPORTS TEAM SPRAINED HER ANKLE. I had to take her back to her ROOM IN EKOSODIN VILLAGE, TREATED HER, TUCKED HER IN BED and LEFT AFTER 12AM. The next day the NEWS was AGOG that I was IMPOTENT. She told her FRIENDS that she gave me all the GREEN LIGHT and I TURNED HER DOWN. That Event still HAUNTS ME. WELL!! I HAVE SIRED GIOVANNI AND ANDRE.
I had about FIVE (5) Girlfriends at this time. I PREACHED the CONCEPT of ‘VALUE ADD’ in relationships. Sex was not the PIVOT. Values were added.

ANGEL OF DEATH 3

The next HOSTEL I STAYED in, GREEN HOUSE was so NOTORIOUS that the WOMAN who owned the HOSTEL had to CHASE US OUT and CALLED SOME PASTORS to SANCTIFY the HOSTEL when we LEFT. Don’t mind the woman, we even learnt that she killed her husband and inherited the property. We just left her to her wickedness.
I led the team with EDOJA that trapped a SHEEP meant for THE GODS of EKOSODIN VILLAGE and a BIG COCKEREL meant for the SHRINE of one of the chiefs of the village to our HOSTEL to be SLAUGHTERED. The VILLAGERS SWORE that those RESPONSIBLE for the DASTARD ACT would not graduate. I graduated, although some that innocently partook in the MEAL SPENT EXTRA 3 years in school. THE GODS MUST HAVE BEEN ANGRY with those that ATE but NOT THOSE that killed. EDOJA spent an EXTRA YEAR in school. He sold his travelling bag to some guys to raise money to print his project work. The project work was inside the bag. When we recovered the bag, he had lost about 30 pages of the script. Man cannot FATHOM the ways of the GODS. They choose whom to BLESS or KILL. I believe I belong to the former.
My friend Uche got the GREEN HOSTEL and immediately invited me to move in. I was a GREAT ASSET TO ANYONE and was SOUGHT BY MANY. The Flat had 4 ROOMS. Uche carved out a space in the sitting room and LET ALL OUT at a SUM TWICE the amount he paid for the FLAT.
Leslie was staying in one of the rooms. He left school in his second year and travelled to Australia. I ran into him recently in V.I.
A girl stayed in one of the rooms and always talked about London. She CLAIMED she was A VIRGIN. My friends complained bitterly about her fake lifestyle. They took the pains to find out where her home was in Benin and discovered it was UZEBU QUARTERS and that A SHRINE WAS AT THE BACK OF HER HOUSE. SHE HAD NEVER CROSSED OLOKUN JUNCTION IN BENIN not to talk about travelling to London. What was my own? I liked the girl since she ALWAYS kept her SOUP AND STEW in our REFRIGERATOR. I never LACKED.
The other room was occupied by IFEANYI who THOUGHT in IGBO and had to convert his THOUGHTS from IGBO to ENGLISH before he could speak. You could IMAGINE the OUTCOME. His FATHER HAD CHAINS OF STORES IN ONITSHA and he was HAPPY to be ASSOCIATED with they who could SPEAK ENGLISH FLUENTLY. He never had a DECENT BABE in School. I never saw any with him. When he was not CALLING me ‘CHOCOMIRO’, he always BELLOWED, ‘CHARY MY GUY!!!’ to my chagrin and amusement. Most Onitsha and Nnewi folks of Igbo extraction have problems with the letters ‘L’ and ‘R’ and interchange them at will in words. One girl I once considered marrying had that problem. She was in UNIZIK AWKA and was studying Engineering on Shell Scholarship. I called off the union when all training could not help. She once said that her friend’s Dad had a ‘SHOP ON ASA LOAD IN ABA AND ROADED HIS DRINKS FROM HIS SHOP TO THE ALIALA MARKET’. Would you blame me for running? She is in UK now with her Husband and Kids. I spoke to her on phone last year. She was stillPATHETIC.
The MAKESHIFT ROOM in our GREEN HOSTEL was OCCUPIED by BERTRAND, Uche’s cousin. I wonder how he passed JAMB. At a point he left the room and moved back into school citing UNDUE INFLUENCES ON HIS CHARACTER by us. I WONDER WHAT CHARACTER HE HAD. I had to bail him out by writing a FINANCIAL ACCOUNTING EXAMS for him he failed 2 times and was risking spending 2 extra years in school. RICHARD IRIKEFE converted the room Bertrand vacated to his MUSIC ROOM where he would DISTURB us EVERY MORNING with BEETHOVEN, BACH, TCHAIKOVSKY and URHOBO MUSIC. I did not bother about the CLASSICAL MUSIC, ESPECIALLY SWAN LAKE by TCHAIKOVSKY, BUT THE URHOBO MUSIC that SOUNDED LIKE A GROUP OF INTOXICATED MEN ARGUING OVER WHO SHOULD TAKE THE LARGEST PIECE OF MEAT AFTER A MEAL. I wondered how he liked SUCH CACOPHONY.
A HOSPITAL OFF EKEWUAN ROAD BENIN,NEKPEN HOSPITAL, was the HOME of ABORTION IN BENIN. MY FRIEND HAD 3 CASES in one MONTH. I had to ACCOMPANY ONE OF THE GIRLS to the HOSPITAL since HE WAS BATTLING with the OTHER TWO. I refused to go AGAIN when the GIRL was ready for ANOTHER VISIT after TWO MONTHS. My friend Simeon informed me that theOWNER OF THE HOSPITAL has GONE STRAIGTH AFTER NIGHTLY DISTURBANCES BY THE SPIRITS OF EVACUATED FETUSES. One of the PREGNANT GIRLS DISAPPEARED to RESURFACE AFTER NINE MONTHS WITH A DAUGHTER that LOOKED EXACTLY LIKE MY GUY. HE COULD NOT DENY. HE LEFT A DAUGHTER IN BENIN. I SPOKE TO THE GIRL RECENTLY. She is 14 years old.
OUR TWO FRIENDS were MEDICAL STUDENTS. One was called DOCTOR DANGER and the other DOCTOR SLY. They smoked more weed than anyone. They are both in Lagos today practicing the TRADE. I took ill one day and had the misfortune of being around their territory. I VEHEMENTLY DECLINED to be TREATED by them despite their entreaties . Ha!!! Doctor DANGER AND DOCTOR SLY to treat me??

ANGEL OF DEATH 2

I lived in EKOSODIN which was the DEN of UNSERIOUS STUDENTS. They took me in LIKE THE YOUNG JIM HAWKINS when MY DAD bought free BOOZE for some GUYS in HALL 1. HE followed me to SCHOOL to HANDLE MY REGISTRATION. I was YOUNG and PROTECTED. They begged him to go home. They promised to take care of me. When DR SCOTT EMUAKPOR told my Dad to leave me that I was not a Baby that I would sort myself out, he handed me over to the BROOD OF VIPERS without knowing it and left for the EAST. THAT WAS MY SECOND NUTURE COMPLEX.
My parents and my older brother were SHOCKED when I decided to study AGRIC ECONOMICS and TICKED UNIVERSITY OF BENIN as my first choice in JAMB. I grew up in a RESEARCH INSTITUTE and the courses of choice amongst the kids in my INSTITUTE then were MEDICINE, ENGINEERING, PHARMACY, LAW , GEOLOGY and the high sounding courses. The schools of choices were UNIVERSITY OF PORTHARCOURT, UNIVERSITY OF NIGERIA, IMOSU, they now call it IMSU not to lend CREDENCE to the OSU CASTE system in IGBO LAND which inadvertently appears in the name IMOSU. FUNNY!!
News filtering fromBENIN, BENDEL STATEthen was not healthy. FREQUENT STUDENT DEMONSTRATIONS and ANINI THE GREAT. They did not realize in my home that my attraction were the demonstrations and to see ANINI THE ROBBER. It was when I threatened to relocate toAba in Abia State, Nigeriaand learn theMEDICINE STORE BUSINESSthat they summarily let theMAD MAN and HIS THOUGHTS to be.
My first introduction into BENIN was a BTV news of A WOMAN CLIMBING DOWN from the PYLONS OF HIGH TENSION POLES one bright morning. When she came down and was interviewed, she intoned that SHE WAS GOING FOR A MEETING AND HER AEROPLANE CRASHED ON THE HIGH TENSION WIRES. My heart leapt with joy at that news, for I REALIZED THAT I HAD CHOSEN THE RIGHT CITY AND SCHOOL. It was going to be an EVENTFUL 5 years. I ended up spending 13 years in BENIN, was in DIASPORA, lost CONTACT with my family and became A LOCAL TV STAR. That’s the story for another day. OBA ATOPE, ISE!! I had A TITLE, “theODIONWERE OF ONI STREET, GRA BENIN”.
Chief Oni was the HEAD OF THE OLOKUN CULT and HIS HOUSE was opposite my house at 13 ONI Street, GRA, BENIN. I lived in GRA BENIN when I left school with my GREAT PALS, PATRICK OKPEKU(MAY HIS SOUL REST THE PEACE), OSAINOMA OKPEKU AND OSY OHIEN. We ran a TV PROGRAMME,CUTZ, STYLZAND GISTZwithAKUNNA NWAGHA (neeOJIJI) , LILY IGBINOSUN, OMONI OBOLI (nee UKEY) and BARBARA OKOJIEofDANGEROUS FAME.HIGHLY INTELLIGENT WOMEN who DID NOT NEED SCRIPTS to DISCUSS ANY TOPICS. We had a SESSION with KEPPY EKPENYONG and OBY EDOZIEN. We took them on the program once to talk about their MOVIE, ‘TO HAVE AND TO CHERISH’. My friend DAVID IVAN DANISA introduced them to us and MATHIAS OBIAGHABGON was in TOW as the PRODUCER. They were disappointing and HAD to constantly look at their scripts. KEPPY was ADEPT at DOING JUSTICE to CHELSEA DRY GIN then. I do not know if he has stopped.
We were KINGS AND QUEENS OF THE TUBE. WE RULED BEFORE the COMING OF KENNY AND D1. WE had ADVERTS from COWBELL, TOP TEA, PEAK, AFPRINT. We LIVED in a 3 BEDROOM BUNGALOW we got for N70K then, and LEASED OUT THE BQ to a STAFF from CBN, BENIN for 100k who was HAPPY to get PECKS from OUR TABLES of BEAUTIFUL WOMEN who THRONGED our HOME seeking to APPEAR ON THE TV PROGRAMME. We would collect his N100k and pay the Landlord N70K pocketing N30k. He was paying our house rent and was living in the Boys Quarters.
Chief ONIEPITOMIZED weirdness and had about 10 WIFES, mostly acquired after visitations for solutions to problems. He had countless kids. One of the kids suddenly saw an ADONIS in me. A wiry, dog-like looking creature. Ha!!! Daughter of the priest of OLOKUN. I was not ready to meet God. She even threatened to report me to her Dad. I called her BLUFF when Chief ONI was hospitalized for 4 weeks after consuming A LIFE CHICKEN during his annual JANUARY, IGBE (OLOKUN) FESTIVAL. The GODS must have gone to the MARKET that YEAR.
I honed my skills in EKOSODIN, but refused to sing with THE GUYS IN THE BUSHES AT NIGHT. They left me to my whims. The first hostel I stayed in, FLORI HOSTEL had a GARDEN OF WEEDS in front of it, planted by my friends. YOUNG MEN sent to SCHOOL by hardworking parents would SMOKE TO OBLIVION, sang SHABBA RANKING SONGS and argued that the INSCRIPTION ON A POSTER ON THE WALL IN OUR ROOM did not read “I AM THE BREAD OF LIFE”, BUT “JAM THE BREAD OF LIFE”. The “I” in the “AM” was actually curved like a “J” and looked like ‘JAM’ and had a PICTURE OF A BOTTLE OF JAM next to the BREAD. A FIGHT ENSUED OVER THE ACTUAL WORD. A lip was torn. I had to come in to SETTLE the IMPASSE since I was the ONLY SANE and SOBER ONE AMONGST THE LOT. I told them that the INSCRIPTION WAS ‘I AM THE BREAD OF LIFE, BUT SINCE THE BOTTLE OF JAM WAS NEXT TO THE BREAD, CHRIST HAD DECIDED TO J’AM THE BREAD OF LIFE.’ THEY BELIEVED AND AGREED and the SMOKING CONTINUED. Maybe you have seen that POSTER too. The LIFE OF CANNABIS AND CHEAP GIN!!!!!

ANGEL OF DEATH

”PS: This story does not belong to writerstab. It was culled from naijastrip.blogspot.com”
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WARNING: The names used on this NOTE are REAL PEOPLE. THEY EXIST, BUT PART OF THIS STORY IS OF THE AUTHOR’S IMAGINATIONS.
It was one of those lovely days. A spring on every step I took. I just received my monthly allowance from my DAD. I Visited the joint, where I downed a BOTTLE OF GIN mixed WITH COCA-COLA with my friends in EKOSODIN VILLAGE, Benin. STUDENTS OF UNIVERSITY OF BENIN (UNIBEN) LIVED IN THE VILLAGE. RICHARD IRIKEFE, MY CLOSE BUDDY, partook in that DAILY COMMUNION. We got our KICKS faster, than wasting valuable resources buying LAGER BEER. I DID NOT SMOKE THE SMOKE . I DID NOT LIKE THE TASTE. Meaning, I tasted it like any CORRECT GUY. Ask my Paddy, CLINTON, OBAMA and DAVID CAMERON.
As I approached the gate of UNIVERSITY OF BENIN from EKOSODIN Village, I saw HER. SHE had a SWAGGER in her WALK and SWAYED LIKE A REED BLOWN BY THE EARLY MORNING BREEZE. I stopped, and UNDER THE INFLUENCE OF THE POTENT BREW, saw A CROSS BETWEENPETULANTNAOMI CAMPBELL and LINDA EVANGELISTA.
I rubbed my eyes to be sure she WAS NOT AN APPARITION OF THE VIRGIN. One was SIGHTED in BENUE STATE THAT PERIOD and THE HOME OF THE UNCLE OF ONE OF MY FRIENDS IN BENIN. It was the SEASON OF THE SIGHTING OF THE VIRGIN BY CATHOLIC FAITHFULS. A PERIOD even when the DRAWING LEFT ON THE WALL BY TWO-YEAR OLDS were seen AS THE APPARITION OF VIRGIN MARY. GOD HAVE MERCY ON US!!! I always wondered why the VIRGIN would choose NIGERIA as a LOCATION FOR APPEARANCES. HOW MANY VIRGINS ARE LEFT IN NIGERIA?
She was gaunt. Her nose LIKE THE BEAK OF A HAWK. My heart raced like HAMILTON ON THE WHEELS. I DO NOT LIKE VETTEL. I saw CLEOPATRA and NERFETITI come to LIFE. I fear no WOMAN BORN OF MAN. I approached her and in MY ACQUIRED BRITISH ACCENT I copied from MY UNCLE’S WIFE(AUNTIE GAIL) who is BRITISH and had been MARRIED TO MY UNCLE FOR MORE THAN 30 YEARS.
I asked the GODDESS HER NAME. SHE APPRAISED ME and told me ANGELA. I called her ANGEL and asked her where she was swaying to. She smiled revealing a good dentition. I SUDDENLY REMEMBERED MY FRIEND WHO SPENT 10 YEARS IN UNIBEN TO ACQUIRE A DEGREE IN DENTISTRY. HE CROSS-CARPETED from MEDICINE TO DENTISTRY. After near misses with EXPULSION, he eventually settled down, eschewing irrelevant full-time job of going after every skirt at sight, and graduated from DENTISTRY.
ANGELA told me she was going to CHIEF EDO’S HOUSE IN EKOSODIN VILLAGE. I HEARD CHIEF EDO HAS JOINED HIS ANCESTORS. HE LED THE WAR AGAINST THOSE WHO HELD THEIR MEETINGS ON TOP OF THE TREES IN EKOSODIN VILLAGE. TREES WERE CUT DOWN. THREE BIRDS WERE KILLED IN THE PROCESS AND THREE OLD WOMEN IN THE VILLAGE DIED THE FOLLOWING MORNING. SUCH WAS LIFE IN EKOSODIN VILLAGE. The GODS were always at war.
My friend was returning from a READING BINGE IN SCHOOL one night and had to pass the middle of EKOSODIN PRIMARY SCHOOL to get to his HOSTEL. He unknowingly passed through the middle of a GROUP OF BIRDS. The BIRDS flew off and he had a COLD CHILL. He did not WRITE the EXAMS that SEMESTER. He took ILL and was TAKEN HOME. He came back after 5 months and we learnt how a VISIT TO HIS VILLAGE IN AGENEBODE revealed he DISTURBED A HIGH POWERED MEETING THAT NIGHT. I will tag him on this NOTE to find out if he would AUTHENTICATE the STORY.
I had already TRUNCATED my JOURNEY into UNIBEN and was walking back into the village with ANGELA. Her accent immediately REVEALED she was an LIG (LOW INTELLIGENCE GROUP)- a TAG for non-UNIBEN GIRLS who lived close to the school and HELPED YOUNG AND OLD UNIBEN STUDENT S who could not MUSTER ENOUGH COURAGE nor HAVE ENOUGH SWAGGER TO GET SUDENT GIRLFRIENDS assuage THEIR SEXUAL DESIRES. A popular HOSTEL of a COMPUTER SCHOOL OFF UWASOTA ROAD and THE NURSING HOSTEL IN UNIVERSITY OF BENIN TEACHING HOSPITAL PROVIDED veritable HUNTING GROUNDS for such GUYS. I hunted their once and stopped when TWO GIRLS fought OVER MY OWNERSHIP IN UWASOTA, LILIBETH HOSTEL. An average UNIBEN GIRL spoke with a FAKE ACCENT except the WARRI AND SAPELE GIRLS who had nothing to prove to anyone in school. They were RAW and SIX PENCE A DANCE.
UNIVERSITY OF BENIN is bound by EKOSODIN VILLAGE, OSASOGIE ESTATE, BDPA ESTATE and IKPOBA RIVER. I cannot identify which area is EAST, WEST or NORTH. If you have the map, you can volunteer the coordinates. I know that the IKPOBA RIVER IS BY THE AGRIC FARM and YOUNG GUYS ALWAYS HELPED THEMSELVES WITH WHAT WAS ALWAYS LEFT BY THE RIVER SIDE AFTER FREQUENT VISITS BY WOMEN CLADDED IN WHITE AND RED CLOTHES SEEKING TO INFLUENCE THE GODS TO ENABLE A SUCCESSFUL TRIP ABROAD, preferably, ITALY . A friend’s girlfriend succeeded and was SENDING VALUABLES to the GUY from ITALY who used the PROCEEDS to GET a DECENT WIFE. What happened when the GIRL came back from ITALY is not for this NOTE. Last TIME I CHECKED, the GUY was in USELU PSYCHIATRY HOSPITAL.

Redirecting rejection in writing

”Thank you for your interest in the freelance writer position at Writers.ph. After a careful review of your recent on-line application we regret to inform you that we can not accept your application. At the present time your skills, experience, and education do not match our current needs and hiring requirements. Again, we appreciate your interest in our company and wish you the best of luck in your job search and future endeavors.”
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^^ I received this message today from a writing firm i had applied for a job. Believe me, it was disheartening and unexpected. I held my breathe in anticipation for a mail from the company thinking the job was as good as mine.
Naturally, i was thrown-off like a writer with misplaced MOJO but i had to pick myself up as i had everything to lose.
Of course it is frustrating to receive a rejection message from a potential client or company especially when your expections are ladder high probably because your have sent in your best cover letter, sample work or what have you. But on the long run, it could be a blessing in disguise if you wish it so.
Being rejected despite sending in your most polished work means you are not good enough at least to someone out there. And as a writer, there should be no room for that.
Getting rejected means you are missing something, you are not doing something right, you probably need to improve your editing skills or get someone to edit for you, and many other reasons.
Fine you have a right to be pissed for being rejected (maybe you don’t) but do not be mad for more than five minutes. After that, you must channel this anger to something. Perhaps create a blog, make a blog
post, write a poem, write an article, study a whole alphabet in the dictionary,… Just about anything that will improve who you are as a writer. Anger have proved to be one of the best mood for writers, do not let it go to waste.
You sent in your best work and got rejected, now build yourself to get a new best and never be discouraged.
I should probably stop here for now…….
Editorial!

5 QUICK STORY WRITING TIPS

While some persons are born writers, everyone has a story inside of them. Who knows, your first story could bring you the orange prize. Lol.
Before i shut my eyes, here’s a little good night present for y’all. Five quick tips to writing a story and guess what? It applies to everyone!
Have a provoking title: whenever i surf book sites or visit a bookshop for a book, the first thing that get to me is a book with a catchy title. No one would ever care to check the content of your book if you have a wayward title.
Cut down the grammer: while some persons love books with skull cracking words, most people don’t. I know i don’t! Comeon, who would enjoy reading a book where you have no idea of what fifty percent of it is talking about. Nigerians love ‘things fall apart’ because you don’t need to run over to a dictionary even minute.
Don’t bore your readers with descriptions: some writers add unnecessary descriptions probably to make their work bulky. Well guess what. It only makes readers toss it aside.
kill your readers with suspense: Not literarily obviously but humans love suspense. At the end of each division or episode, give them something to look forward to.
Relate to life: Ever wonder why war stories always win awards? It’s because it relates to what had happened and what still happens. There are other ways you could relate to life too and i am not talking above love stories.(bollywood have made sure we have enough to last a lifetime)

STUPID LOVE

I was seventeen years old, i had just finished my secondary school and had
my whole life ahead of me. I was a very ambitious girl at my age too, very
beautiful, dark skinned, not tall, not short either and had
the kind of body that’ll make heads turn and make boys stare. I didn’t have
much talents like most of my friends. All I knew how to do was plait some
simple hairstyles. My dad had died when I was much younger, all I had was
my mum
and my younger siblings, Chidinma and Nelson. I decided that since I was
through with school and my mum wont be able to afford to take me to the
university, I should get busy and get a job.
I became an apprentice at a hair saloon, it was the type where you learned
a new thing and still get paid for the little work you did around. Four
months later, on this day, my madam, Mrs Ajayi
complained that the sum of eighty thousand Naira was missing from her
drawer so she arraigned me, Buki, Bunmi and Tolu, the three other
apprentice girls. I suspected it was Buki who stole the money but I had no
proof
so I decided to confront her privately, of course she denied. Mrs Ajayi
ended up suspecting me, “Rachel you were the only one I left here
yesterday” she had said. That was true, the other girls had
been sent on different errands but I definitely did not take the money. She
didn’t believe anything I said from that moment onward. Although she let
the issue pass by a week later, she still suspected me. John was the
painter who works for Mrs Ajayi
occasionally. He was also close to her, giving her advice. He rushed up to
me one day on my way home and told me Mrs Ajayi told him to get boys to
beat me but he likes me so much so he couldn’t do it.
I thanked him a lot, he told me he’ll get me a new job, we exchanged
numbers and parted ways. Much later the next week after getting me a new
job, he took me out on a date, I really liked him, he was tall, handsome
and
fun to be with. I had to act like I didn’t like him, that was normal, so I
rejected his request for me to be his girlfriend for about two weeks then I
finally agreed. He had been persisting for sex
but I refused to sleep with him cause I was keeping it for my wedding
night. He eventually raped me when I visited him one time. I was so furious
he stole my virginity away from me. It took me several
weeks to put the event behind me and finally forgive him. I had not known
on time that I was pregnant. “I’ll marry you, don’t worry” were the words
John said when a scared me told him in tears. I knew
I was too young for marriage but the other options available was for me to
either give birth in my mum’s small house or to do an abortion. Both were
horrible, especially the latter, I wouldn’t risk it, I thought. I told my
mum the story
leaving out the part where John raped me. My mum cried especially since I
told her I was moving to join him in his one room apartment. I was really
in love with John. The love if he ever had any for
me started dying after I gave birth to our child, a girl. I was eighteen
then, he would hardly give me money to buy basic necessities like food,
clothes and baby things. Sometimes he’ll travel for about a week without
saying a word about his journey
like where he was going to, or how long he’ll be staying. He’ll even go as
far as not giving any money for me or the child. The neighbuors in the
compound used to fel sorry for me and give me foodstuffs, money and gifts
to my baby.
He usually beats me for little or no reason and I end up crying for days.
It even got to a point where I got stronger and I’ll resist him and try to
put up a fight, it felt nice not being a coward anymore even though
I always ended up injured most times. There is no atom of chemistry left,
the sex is so empty, he’s always using force. Its a year after, I’m
nineteen now, pregnant again but I cant take it anymore,
I’m off to my mum’s house.
Paolo
@paolokonqueror
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Paolo Abamwa

I JUST SMOKED WEED

I had been relishing the prospect of smoking weed for the past weeks even
though way before, a younger me had rebuked people that had anything to do
with marijuana. “Argghhh it reeks badly,
it makes you look like a local tout” I had once said. I had been told it
could make you go crazy and I didn’t want to join Monday, the mad man on
our street. Even as I grew and ventured into a whole lot of things I
thought I’ll never do,
I was pretty certain I’ll never do marijuana. So what made it special all
of a sudden? Why was it the new cool? why were the famous musicians and
celebrities celebrating it? On social media, everyone was bragging
about how cool they were cause they smoke weed, even girls found it
awesome. Guys seemed to like girls that get stoned which is one of the
names of the state you’re in when you smoke it. Girls loved guys
who smoked weed, it ws like the world had changed. All my friends were
doing it, “its high time I tried this thing” I thought so I decided to get
information about marijuana, everything I needed to know,
the advantage, disadvantages and side effects. A friend of mine, Henry who
was very cool claimed to have been smoking pot another synonym for weed,
since he was ten years old which means he had been a stoner for over ten
years. Henry did
put me through on a lot of misconceptions I previously had, “Weed is good
but its over hyped by these artistes, I use it to relax myself, it gives a
wonderful feeling and brings out your true personality but has to be done
in moderation”
Henry advised. After I had gathered all the information I needed to know,
the advantages like being relaxed, showing your true self, forgetting your
worries, being happy, being confident amongst others and disadvantages
like smelling badly, doing cray stuffs (which might be an advantage),
having memory loss, losing weight, having black lips, getting addicted,
getting arrested since its illegal in most countries. I made up
my mind to smoke it. I couldn’t roll a blunt (another synonym for weed)
aand I didn’t really care since I had been told that the knowledge of
rolling is the beginning of addiciton. It was hard getting somebody to roll
my first blunt but eventually it was rolled,
I smoked and the big shocker, I felt nothing, absolutely nothing except
that my eyes were red. I had swallowed the smoke as it turned out, I ought
to have inhaled then exhale. This I learnt the next day on the internet and
also how to roll a joint (another synonym for weed).
I was tired of scouting people just to roll my weed so I learnt the very
next day after smoking my first spliff (another synonym). My cannabis
(another synonym) wasn’t perfectly rolled until about the fourth time I was
smoking
bearing in mind that I gave a space of days in between, I was still not
addicted. The fifth occassion, I was really high, completely baked (another
name for the state when you smoke). I was so stoned, I had a few more drags
to take but I was scared since I had never felt
that way before and I didn’t want to end like Monday. My eyes were seeing
double, the ground felt far away from my feet, I felt an extra head behind
my original head, my neck bone gone completely soft, I found myself blowing
“smoke” without no smoke out of my mouth when I was done smoking. I felt
really big like anybody that wanted a fight with me will be going down. I
was laughing uncontrollably too, everything was funny.
I decided to wash off the smell so I stepped into the bathroom, the soap
looked so far away but it was really just there, I felt like my body was
vanishing away from me, I was scared I was dying away but then my mind told
me “its just the weed”.
I had to do work on my computer so I had to saty focused, it was hard but I
found myself doing so many things I couldn’t remember doing right before I
saw myself doing them. My thinking was very sharp and accurate,
I played music and it felt like a concert was organised for my head alone.
After all the fun, I was so excited about the night, “this had to happen
again” I thought. Know that all my thoughts and contrdicting ones were
spoken aloud.
I was hearing voices of all my family members that were asleep, I was also
scared one would wake up and speak to me and the weed will answer. It was a
great experience. I feel since weed brings out our true selves,
being sober should be illegal cause we’re living a lie, the police hould
arrest anyone who is not high. My eyes are red as the devil right now, I’m
blowing invisible smoke, laughing as hell, feeling buff,
my body is leaving me, I just smoked weed.,
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(c) Paolo Abamwa contact the writer at: paolokonqueror@gmail.com

LOVE

In the morning,
when the cock crows,
the feel comes in flushy flows.
Decorated like pearl beads necked on a bride’s tower,
scintillating as meteor from planet heaven.
I blink of the brightest sparkle,
poised as a maiden in her prime,
i take what i should,
the apple; the heart.
I am love!

Written by the editor!

Upcoming event: BLOG CARNIVAL

Writerstab second ever blog carnival commences from monday 28th july to 1st August 2014. Bloggers and writers who wish to have their work featured on writerstab should send either a mail of request to writerstab@gmail.com OR send in their works directly for review.

Editor!

HELLO WORLD!!!

Writerstab is back but not just as a literature site. We no go as far as bring to you relationship talks,sport commentaries,gossips,news commentaries,stories and lots more. Basically,we write anything writeable. Currently,we don’t accept serialized stories. Just short stories please. To become part of our new editorial team or submit article,email writerstab@gmail.com . We kickoff in full on the 1st of january 2014.
All series on this site are thereby suspended till further notice.