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Marya Kudos on September 1st, 2010
“You’re Right, Mr. Clark – I Do Hate You.”
The whole office was buzzing with the news of the arrival of the new boss. His name was Jeta Clark, supposedly some kind of marketing whiz kid with the proclivity of shaking things up where ever he went.
Well, he’d shaken things up pretty much already at WinCo, ousting the former managing director, Sanni Jairo with almost noiseless precision. It had happened quite quickly, actually, giving the rest of them little or no time to recover from the loss of their beloved former “oga”. Jairo had been a good guy – too good, in fact. And they always said niceness didn’t pay. Not in the tough world of marketing communications.
Gabriella Ajai was part of the team that would
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Mercy Ilevbare on September 1st, 2010
Soki finally came to the conclusion that this was certainly one of those days he wished he never got out of bed in the first place. He sighed inwardly at his boss’s curt request;
“I want the report on my desk first thing tomorrow morning!”
Not even a commendation for salvaging the situation – Geez! As he got behind the wheels of his car to begin the long drive home, he felt like a man who had been to battle and lost. He felt frustrated, battered and bruised.
He started out the day arguing with his wife, Belema over her idea of a second honey moon. She had been brimming with it all week, and he had cleverly managed to avoid discussing it until this morning. It was
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Abdulwasiu Hassan on September 1st, 2010
It is very important for me to know the answer to the question “Am I a witch?”. Many people have accused me of a craft I only see in films that they call Nollywood. I am now locked up in a dark room filled with mosquitoes because of it. They said that if I failed to confess, they would give me the Onome treatment.
Ye! Yeee! That is death. That is death by fire. They burnt Onome alive in the presence of everybody because she did not say she was a witch. If my case comes to that, I will not be able to refuse to say it. But they will ask me to deliver those bewitched. Since I cannot do that, I will still burn,
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Seun-Odukoya on September 1st, 2010
LONELY
I hate the rain.
No, do not get me wrong; the rain, I mean the water that falls from the sky is absolutely wonderful and relevant, it’s a source of life, so to speak. But “the rain”, as far as I was concerned was a harbinger of bad news. Let me explain what I mean.
The night my father turned mum into a cripple, scared me for life and walked out of our lives forever; it had rained cows and bulls literally. The day Peju, the girl that took me off the streets and cleaned up my act died, Bariga had been flooded. The day I got shot in my left cheek, it had been raining non- stop for two days.
That was not to be taken to
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Myne Whitman on September 1st, 2010
This story is set in Port Harcourt, Nigeria. Detective Tamunoemi Peterside investigates a bombing at the residence of Pius Okpara, who is contesting for governor in the state primaries. No one was killed in the bombing but there is an attempt on the life of the only witness, a judge’s wife, that same night. Another attempt is successful and so starts a murder investigation.
Tammy suspects Okpara’s aide who he assumes is in cahoots with their political opponent, Dr. Puene, but the state chief of police orders him to drop the case because he’s wrong. Along the line, the reason to lay off Puene is that he is part of a bigger investigation into the mafia and drugs in the city. Tammy doesn’t drop the case,
Continue reading Treachery in the Yard – A review
gretel on September 1st, 2010
You woke me up by 3.00a.m.
To remind me of my date with Shechem,
Your voice was strong and bright,
But your eyes told me you didn’t sleep at night.
I looked upon your fragile body,
And then to your face that now seemed moody.
I held your hand and we said our prayers,
Or would we rather resort to
Continue reading You’re Gone?(2)
boomingsols on September 1st, 2010
The memoirs of a young adult so much in love that almost resulted in insanity … enjoy
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Laydeeb on September 1st, 2010
True love cannot be ridden of by negativity or misunderstandings.
Our love rolls hard without stop of
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Emmanuella-Nduonofit on August 29th, 2010
(a play for young adults)
NOTE: Intellectual discretion is needed for the direction and setting of this play.
Scene One
CHARACTERS
Dennis’s mother [DeM]
Dennis’s father [DeF]
DeF: [enters] Your son! Your only son!! Your only child!!!
DeM: Don’t get so worked up, Papa Dennis. You know I had complications during his birth.
DeF: I wish they were simplications. I couldn’t stand your screams and yellings. I had to leave that hospital.
DeM: You couldn’t stay to watch the birth of your son.
DeF: Your son, you mean.
DeM: When a child does right, he is the father’s son. But when he does wrong, he is the mother’s son. Why has Dennis now become my son? Is he not our son?
DeF: He is my flesh and blood, but honestly speaking, I do not
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estrella on August 29th, 2010
I say that I am beautiful,
You say that I am not;
You tell me what I am,
I’d rather tell you what I am not.
Without many words you make me feel dorky,
flicking through your glossy insides
makes me feel it is a crime to be.
You’re before my eyes
When I want to take a huge bite
From the double MacDonald burger
On a tired Friday night…
You’re in my dreams
And it’s all about you:
I’m in them too
But you can’t tell can you?
You’re the voice in my ear
When I just want to be,
Chanting words that define a human
Greater than me:
Sexy, Slim, trim, sleek, glamorous, petite
Wonderfully
Continue reading Definition of me…
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