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CONTINUED FROM =>> My Dad’s Little Secret – Episode 3 ‘Chad house boys wake up!’ I heard someone shout like a mad dog from my dream, or so I thought. ’5…4…3…2…1… And finally…!’ I heard the same voice shout again and then, I heard the sound of a belt hit something or maybe somebody before a scream followed suite; ‘Ah!’.'Who are all this ones acting drama by this time of the morning and disturbing my beauty sleep?’ I wondered as I fought the urge to open my eyes because I knew once my eyes were open, then no more sleeping for me.’bang bang bang!’ I heard someone hit a metal box so vigorously that I was sure the box would most definitely develop a scar. At this point, I had enough of the
CONTINUED FROM =>> My Dad And The Girls – Episode 2 ‘Fine boy, what’s your name?’ A fairly young dude who wore a white T-shirt with ‘NYSC’ written on it asked me. ‘Michael Odoh’ I replied smartly. ‘how old are you?’ ‘Am 9 years old sir’ I replied, intentionally adding the ‘sir’ in other to sound really polite. ‘hmm, is that his real age sir?’ He asked my dad who was just staring at the interrogator. ‘Yes, he would be ten years old by October, any problem?’ My dad asked with a rather curious tone. no, not at all, just that he is quite young. Most of his class mates are already 10, 11 or maybe more’ yes, you are right, thanks to his mother who insisted he started schooling early
CONTINUED FROM = > The First Visit – Episode 1 Bunmi wore one of those blue boot cut jeans that was in vogue then and a pink shirt, while her sister wore a black three quarter jeans and a pink top too. ’Girls and Pink sha’ I murmured under my breath. As Bunmi and her sister walked closer to my my direction, I looked up to my dad who towered me to see if he noticed what was going on but he seemed to have all his attention totally focused at the Admin Block. ’Should I tap him and show him the girls that are approaching or just let time decide’ while I was contemplating the girls got close enough and Bunmi spoke first; ‘Michael, what are you doing here?’ I wonder why Nigerians like to ask questions that the answers are highly obvious. ’Ayam
See Introduction My story actually starts from the first day I stepped into F.G.C odogbolu, or better still known as FEDGO. It was a sunny Thursday and that was kind of weird because rain had been falling consistently for over a week. I woke up that morning feeling so anxious & happy.Unlike the usual ‘Me’ who wakes up by 9am daily and still wants to sleep more, I looked at the wall clock and saw the time was barely 5am. The reason was probably because of the anxiety of how school life would be like. I had high hopes of it being fun since staying at home wasn’t that fun anymore because all my siblings were already at different boarding schools all over Nigeria. My dad is one of those people who believe in the famous saying which states; ’school life is the best
Continued from => My Complicated Love Story The assembly hall was filled to the brim with valedictorians, parents, school staff and other well wishers. Irrespective of the fact that the building held the record of being the biggest in the school premises, some unfortunate people had to stand by the window side because there wasn’t sufficient space to accommodate the large population of people present at the event. The hall in itself was originally painted dark green hall but due to time and other ‘old age’ related factors, the color was now a mixture of light green and sky blue. I was interrupted in my unconscious observation of the hall by the sudden scream of some staff who were instructing us to rise for the national anthem and I immediately knew the event was about
The suspect who is facing a murder charge is separated from the boy’s mother and married to another woman revealed that he killed his four year son because he watched him while he was having sex with his wife. The chief magistrate, S.O. Solebo, who did not take the plea of the accused, ordered him to be remanded in prison, pending a legal advice from the Director of Public Prosecutions. According to the prosecutor, Inspector Richard Odigie, he told the court that the crime was committed on February 10 at about 5:00 p.m. at Elvis’ residence. “The accused beat the boy, used hot pressing iron on his body and padlocked his mouth. “ He further put the victim inside a plastic drum full of water and locked the drum with padlock. “An eyewitness reported the case at the police station,
According to the eyewitnesses, this incident caused the Ihebies to lose control and fell directly in front of an on-coming truck which immediately smashed their brains to smithereens. The reckless motorcyclist who was carrying a lady, also skidded into the gutter, leaving the young lady with a broken limb. But, the motorcyclist did not sustain injuries, The truck with registration number, AA 128 MBL(Abia State) was said to be conveying the gravels from Okigwe before the incident occurred. The late Anurika’s death, it was gathered, came less than one week before her traditional marriage ceremony which was scheduled to hold on Christmas day. For the very graphic picture, click here be warned viewers discretion advised!!!
CONTINUED FROM => MyComplicatedLoveStory : Lecturer Prosper – Episode 84 ‘I hate you but still love you, its like I want to throw you off the cliff and then rush down to save you’ -Melody Madison *** Nothing much had changed, although time had been strangely fast. The entire first semester had come and gone without much drama, my examinations were also good and at long last and my year one results were released and pasted on the notice board at the front of the ‘Management Faculty’. I can still remember the day it was pasted. It was one of those days when the weather makes you feel like making babies, that kind of weather in which we youths are quick to say; ‘Weather for two’. How do you guys want our country to grow when instead of planting Yam,
CONTINUED FROM => MyComplicatedLoveStory : Saving Sandra Port-harcourt, host to a roughly estimated population of two million people, including Nigerians and foreigners. It is one of the most industrial city in Nigeria and also generates a ridiculously large quarter of the national revenue. It is also in itsself one of the richest city which also acts as a home to a long list of rich and influential people in the country and irrespective of all this grande features of the city, no one, not even one soul could stop me on the way and loan me just 35k, nothing more. Aren’t all the occupants of the city not just heartless? Don’t judge me for thinking that way, but at that moment that was how I felt, as I walked out of the hospital, I kept on wishing one out of the hundreds of
CONTINUED FROM => MyComplicatedLoveStory : Sandra In UPTH – Episode 71 I got to taxi cab, where I hoped to get to ride straight to UPTH, but just as if the devil didn’t want me to go to the hospital, the park was strangely scanty and the explanation I got from a random person who I saw seated under one of those ridiculously big umbrellas was that one of the members of their committee had kicked the bucket so they were taking the entire day off to show respect. I paused to think about another means for me to get to the hospital and the only substitute way was I had to trek for about twenty minutes before I can get to the main express way, where I would see a ride, I didn’t think twice before I started the journey. Fortunately for me, as soon as I got to the express way,
CONTINUED FROM => MyComplicatedLoveStory : The Kiss Charm – Episode 70 ‘You said she did what?’ Sandra asked rhetorically with a tone of jealousy and probably anger. Her voice sounded so shaky and was strangely low, I assumed the malaria had really eaten deep into her system. Concerning her question, I don’t know if she intended for me to observe the touch of jealously and anger in her tone or not, but I did notice it, and I couldn’t understand why she jealous and angry at me so I simply asked, carefully selecting my choice of words; ‘why are you sounding angry?’ ‘Angry? Why would I be angry that a girl kissed you when am not your girlfriend anymore’ I could sense sarcasm on her reply, but choose to ignore it and just change the topic; ‘so
According to a report by Vanguard the Lagos State Police Command on Thursday October 18th paraded a 40-year-old man, Adeyemi Stephen Akintolure (pictured above), a suspected fake medical doctor, who claimed to be a staff of the Lagos University Teaching Hospital, LUTH, with card No. 13541, identifying him as a surgeon and gynaecologist. He said he is from Ondo State, studied Marketing at Obafemi Awolowo University, Ife, as a part time student and graduated in 1997. The fake medical doctor was said to have fraudulently obtained N500,000 from one Joy Umosekhaimhe of 2, Adesanya Close, Ifeko-Gbagada. Akintolure, who said he uses the wife’s car as a mobile clinic, said the money in question was borrowed from Umosekhaimhe, adding “actually, it was not N500,000. It was N260,000 she lent me
Ex-beauty queen Nike Oshinowo is now the happy mum of a set of twins, a boy and a girl. The 47 year old beauty queen welcomed her twins via a gestational surrogate a few months ago in the United States of America. The twins are biologically Nike’s children, though they were carried and birthed by an another woman. The identity of the twins’ father is currently unknown as Nike and her husband Dr. Tunde Soleye ended their marriage months ago. There are however indications that Nike bought sperm from a sperm bank in the US. Nike already has two adopted children.
Naomi Oni, 21, from Dagenham, Essex, was badly scarred after having acid hurled in her face as she returned home from a shift working at lingerie store Victoria’s Secret last December, please click HERE if you miss the story. The acid burned off the skin on her face and scalp and left her temporarily blinded. She lost her eyelids, eyebrows and some of her hair in the assault. But now semi-permanent make-up has restored the look of her eyebrows by tattooing on tiny individual hairs. ‘I loved having the treatment – it feels so good to have my eyebrows back. ‘What I loved about the treatment was its intricacy – it is a form of cosmetic tattooing. It is the closest you can get to mimicking the appearance of the original brow.’ Naomi smiled: ‘I did get a