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"In Agony, With Child" Episode 2...

2013-04-19T05:48:00.000-07:00

Nkechi

“Goodness gracious” I said snapping out of the honey sweet memories of my long forgotten childhood which streamed back like a rush of water carried from the ocean to shore by the strong east wind. I was still rubbing my tummy when I snapped back to reality, still looking at my protruded belly when I caught a glimpse of what I was wearing. I realized I was in my ankle length ‘boubou’. I remember putting it on being bored all day as Tony was at work. I tried his phone and he didn’t pick. He sent me a message on bbm 30mins later saying he was in a meeting with some big clients on the multi million Naira deal he was about to land. He had stayed up all night, getting things in place, getting his statistics, his arguments, his speech, his strong points his everything together for the morrow. I wish he wasn’t involved in that deal. I wish the clients would have contacted another company not Tony’s. I wish that Tony was not one of the best Advertising agents around. I know that is a really harsh thing to say, really selfish but which pregnant woman isn’t? All I wanted was my husband to hold me tight and make the pain bearable. To make it all go away if possible. To make me feel like I wasn’t alone in all this, but wishes were not horses. He had the clients, he ran the best AD agency around and he was staying up all night instead of being with me in bed. I just went to my dressing table and sat. I experimented with colors shades and ranges of make up putting on and removing till I was satisfied. I was the most beautiful expectant mother on the whole planet earth. Tony confirmed it and that’s all that matters so you can as well keep your opinions to yourselves “Asko”. With one last glance at my beautiful puffed and rounded self in my yellow light bulb surrounded mirror, I blew myself a kiss and left for the sitting room upstairs. I looked at the clock it was 9:35pm and Tony was not yet back. Rubbing my tummy somehow made me thirsty at this moment. I had just finished a glass of juice but I was somehow still thirsty. I slowly got up from the love seat and headed for the kitchen downstairs. I opened the refrigerator and brought out the home made juice Tony had made yesterday. He prided himself of his infamous fruit squash which consisted of pineapples, oranges, grapes, apples and whatever he put inside. All I know is that somehow it ended up tasting good. I placed the jug full of juice on the marbled kitchen table and reached for a glass cup. I slowly poured the juice into the cup without looking, watching TV on the LG refrigerator when I heard a splash on the floor. I had thought that by me not looking I had spilled the juice on the floor but the cup was not yet full and neither had I spilled the juice. I bent a bit to look closely only to have a contraction. That was when I realized
my water had broken…….

To be continued...

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"In Agony, With Child" Episode 1...

2013-04-19T05:36:00.000-07:00

NKECHI

I sat uncomfortably on the love seat in the family sitting room which was upstairs at the Opebi four bedroom duplex which I shared with my husband Tony. I flipped through the channels on the TV but couldn’t find anything that impressed me. I could not tell why the evening news which always got me excited as It always gave me something to talk about being a self acclaimed critic of everything, or the fashion network which only made me all the more jealous of the figure of the size zero models strutting they fatless flesh all over the place. Over the last 6months I could not believe how my once model like figure which Shayo had once told me could compete with the models on a Gucci runway at the New York fashion week could turn out to become even worse than Iya Monsurat, the 120\kg stout lady who runs a buka down the road. If only she could see me right now 9months into my first pregnancy she, would take back what she said. I looked down at my tummy and the smile on my face was one of reminiscence. I could remember how I used to play ‘mummy and daddy’ with Emeka about 22years ago. How I would stuff my tiny clothes under my tiny top sometimes using my younger brother’s plastic football and use a wrapper to cover and hold it like a pregnant woman like I had seen in the home videos I and my family had watched. I could still remember how my mother would clean the tape and slot it into the VCR. I remember being fascinated with the way it swallowed the cassette with groans like a huge wild cat. “Emeka I think its time ooo. I think its time for you child to come out oo” I would scream holding my waist while Big headed Emeka would run down to help me into his makeshift car made of only a flat wood which lay lifeless on the ground with empty bournvita tins as chairs. He would keep saying “Ozuola Nwunyem. Ndo. Ebezina ozo.” (Its ok my dear wife. Sorry, don’t cry anymore). The car never moved though but to us it did. To us we were on the highway making for the hospital in town. Emeka just knew how to make the engine sound with his mouth “duvvvvwwwweeee, vvvwwweee, vrrrrrrroooooommmm” his hands swerving from left to right as he overtook the cars, commercial motorcyclists popularly called okada, as well as commercial buses. I could still remember my hands wrapped around his waist as he cursed the okada people who got in our way. I felt loved, I felt secure, I felt I was married. Emeka was my hero. I could still remember how he looked over his shoulders with a smile telling me “its going to be a boy”…..

To be continued...

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"BOKO POLICE..."

2013-02-19T03:40:00.000-08:00

The blue of the sky signifies dawn as the smell of Lagos hits me. Even as the A/c is turned on in the car, one could tell the intensity that the smoke from the trailer’s exhaust pipe is pushing against the air vent. I’m caught up in typical Lagos traffic as early as 5:55am on the Lagos Abeokuta expressway, my eyes feed themselves on the happenings around but is caught at the sight of the red eye of the cigarette being held between the darkened fingers of an officer of the Nigerian police force as he shines his eyes for the day with his AK-47 still asleep on his lap. One would wonder if he slept at all as the bags around his eyes are like the sac used to bag garri at Oshodi market. Next I know the whole serene normal workman atmosphere turns movie like and he throws the cigarette away at the alert of his fellow officer on a car that beat traffic regulations and followed the one way route. They swing into action like Jack Bauer and Tony Almeida in 24 and both on foot begin pursuit of a car (how dumb. Do they think they can fly…too much R.Kelly) the car makes a turn and quickly gets into a petrol station to make a u-turn and next I know Jack Bauer and Tony Almeida open fire on the innocent driver and his car. Sporadic shots are fired by this two numbskulls. One can’t really tell what is going on but they are both missing their shots. How daft can they be to open fire on this fellow who has only beat traffic by following one way, not only that , but these nitwits are shooting senselessly in a petrol station. To make matters worse in their bid to shoot the tires, they place their guns on the floor and start shooting. My goodness, what would happen if they hit a civilian’s foot, or shoot a kid who is going to school happily holding the hands of his mother. And then they blame Boko Haram for terrorism………….this is Boko Police at your service…

AFTER VALENTINE SPECIAL: “ I LOVED YOU FOR YESTERDAY…”

2013-02-15T06:09:00.000-08:00

I really can’t believe this is me sitting here on this fly infested bar, gulping down, bottle by bottle, this crate of Gulder. I can’t believe my eyes. I knew I could drink quite a number, but staring at this crate as it slowly depopulates and empty bottles become the settlers of the top of the ‘Guiness’ branded table right in front of me kind of scares me, but I keep going on and on. At this particular time the smell of smoke from the Mallam’s local grill, roasting away the huge chunk of cow flesh and selling as ‘Suya’. I tap my feet in consolation or sheer disillusion as I actually don’t know what I’m doing anymore. I thought I was a bad guy, the guy who had any girl he wanted, a self-acclaimed player, but the events of the earlier hours of today gave me away as a blatant fool. Well, I guess they were right when they said “what goes around comes around”. Until I met Cynthia I never believed in that crap called ‘LOVE’. It was frigging overrated. But getting to meet her at a friend’s birthday bash one month ago was what I would have called hitting jackpot. I walked up to her as she sat with her friends by the pool side and introduced myself. After one hour of practice in the rest room at Jide’s house. Her response was as confusing as a riddle, her words as inconsistent as the colors of a rainbow, but I just couldn’t let go. I was determined to get her, to own her, to make her feel the same way about me as I felt about her. I was so stuck up on her not noticing how deep the hole in my pocket was getting. The times I saw her smile where the times I got her stuff or took her out. I did everything just to make her happy, but she was obviously interested in the gifts not me but something happened yesterday ‘Feb 14’, she was the first to call me that morning and wish me happy Valentine’s Day. I had fallen so deep in love with her that I couldn’t even think straight. She was planning our outing and all I did was agree, so happy to see her excited about something. I almost cleared my account as she was buying things like she was gathering for the rainy days ahead. We had so much fun I was starting to think she was in love with me as I was with her, only to call her number times without number this morning without her picking up the phone. Until I got this text from her saying “I hope you would find love somewhere, someday. I loved you for yesterday. Mission accomplished. Have a nice life. Ciao.” Kai. “Na me be this?”

VALENTINE SPECIAL: 'LETTER TO MY VALENTINE...'

2013-02-14T03:00:00.000-08:00

DEAR VALENTINE,

I’m sitting right here in front of my desk staring the blue of the candle flame while my heart races, miles and miles unending. The smell of candle wax that has filled my desk environment is doing little in bringing me back to me. The plain white sheet of paper right in front of me seems to be staring mockingly at me as I try to put words together to describe this enigmatic feeling that has curled up, wrapped up and dragged me through this muddle of feelings that my heart finds calm and comfort in, but I find nothing. It’s like the expression of this feeling is written in some ancient Greek language of which I don’t understand, signs and symbols which are alien to me. It’s so close but I can’t see it, it’s on the tip of the tongue of my thoughts but it can’t be spat out. The slow rhythm of the wind causing the curtain of my window to dance can be heard and like the sound of the minstrel of Elisha I am inspired. The whiff of your cologne coming from the letters you wrote to me which lay on my desk, rapes the dark of my nostrils. Then like a movie that has just been played I sit back and a picture of you comes to me in 3D/HD. It’s the most beautiful movie anyone has ever seen and you are the star, my star. The huge mane of your silky, wavy hair blows here and there covering your face. Your slender fingers, beautifully tucks it behind your ears to reveal the features of your pretty face. Those medium size lashes, curved as though saying “hello” to the sky. Your shiny white almond shaped glassy eyes reflecting images of me as I stare into them, lost in them, like a little child in a big city. Your nose, open, breathing steadily the scent of the flowers I got for you. Your reddened lips, turgid, with a little scar on the left side which I call your star’s scar as there can’t be a star without a scar, can there? I wouldn’t be wrong to say the coca cola bottle is a model of you, the original model. Those thieves saw you and made the bottle to be just as you are. I’m short for words as that strange feeling comes all over me again. You are the only one who can do that to me. I always want to be around you, talk to you, be with you look in your eyes and see your heart through that glass. *Pause*. I always want to hear that sweet voice of yours tell me “I love you babe”. This thought is the sweetest and you are my sweet. I call you my ‘SUGAR’ and I’m blessed to have you in my life. I wrote this for you:

Hundreds of leaves, but one Tree,

Thousands of droplets, but one Sea,

Millions of people but one City,

Billions of sand grains, but one Land.

Lots of eagles are called a ‘Convocation’,

A pride of lions, together in one Location,

All the commons are in one Group,

And of all the girls in the world, I’ve got You.

When it rains and when the sun Shines,

When its day and when the moon Smiles,

Till I’m old even now in my Youth,

Always and forever, I would keep on LOVING YOU.

Happy Valentine’s Day. I LOVE YOU, SUGAR.

NADO.

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“A REASON TO BELIEVE AGAIN” (the AFCON story)…

2013-02-11T02:04:00.001-08:00

BEFORE THE COMPETITION.

Prior to the AFCON 2013 Showdown, the “Super Eagles” of Nigeria were in no way the favorites (per say) to win Africa’s most coveted price in terms of National team football. Not with the presence of the Ghanaian team, Tunisia, Ivory Coast and (now) ex-defending champions Zambia. We shouldn’t forget that the Nigerian team failed to qualify for the last edition of the cup which made the Nigerian people lose hope, and believe in the team. After three bronze medals, a sink in the FIFA international rankings and an absence from the AFCON 2012, they seemed to be on their own. They even had a pet name “Super Chickens”. Things got worse as Stephen Keshi took the reins as the Coach after an unsuccessful reign of Samson Siasia. He was hugely criticized for dropping the likes of Taye Taiwo, Obafemi Martins as well as Osaze Odemwinge but he gamble paid off in the end. Starting preparations a little over two months before the completion didn’t help matters. Nigerians watched in mockery, waiting for magic to get them the cup as they felt the preparation wasn’t enough. Yes that magic happened.

DURING THE COMPETITION.

The champions had a slow start in the completion drawing their first two games. The hate grew, support dropped, curses were rained, but they were not moved. Not even when they were dubbed “Draw Soup” they went on to prove that they are the bone, not the soup. The first win didn’t bring back so much support as it was tagged as a lucky win since they won with two penalties but that was just the beginning. They came out strong, firm and auspicious from the group stage but the Nigerian people wouldn’t budge. They shoved their support in their pockets folded their arms and hardly looked in their direction. Then came the game against the Ivory Coast. This was indeed an ice breaker or more of “The” ice breaker. Some called it “The Final” as two of the continents biggest teams in terms of the caliber of players and experience as well as pedigree slogged it out for a place in the semi’s. A slow and steady but firm performance clinched them the victory in normal time not even extra time and the nation was impressed. People dropped their folded hands and began to look at their direction again, not fully, buy full of suprise as the Nigerian team overcame the obstacle on their way to the final in the 2006 edition and the semifinal in the 2013 edition. They dropped the draw soup and then picked up “Eagles”. It looked like something good was to come out of them so they wanted to see.

THE MALI GAME.

This was the last hurdle on their part to the final which had eluded this team since the dawn of this new century. Support increased on a slow pace, the government started making promises, people started praying, viewing centers started having more customers even though one could hardly see people putting on the Green and White jersey of the “Eagles”. A spectacular performance saw them triumph and cruise into the final with four goals to one. A brilliant performance that could not but restore the name they have always had but deprived of by both the supporters and the media. They were now “Super Eagles”. It wasn’t over yet as fingers were crossed as Nigerians watched the second semi-final game (Ghana vs Burkina Faso) hoping and praying for the latter to upset the dreams of the former as they thought it would be easier to beat Burkina Faso than Ghana. God was watching.

It so happened that he did answer and we got a date with Burkina Faso in the final.

THE FINAL.

It was a day which was indeed long awaited by Nigerians and even as they were in church (for those who went) they took time out to pray for Nigeria, for divine intervention in the game. Tension grew as the closing ceremony came to an end and it was time for the game. Lots of predictions, high hopes, fully packed viewing centers, sold out bars and all eyes on the 11 men who stood in the nations colors and sang the National anthem out in the battlefield, out to do their country proud. The fully packed stadium was green and white all through. One would ask if it was South Africa or Nigeria. Nigerians dropped aside ethnic differences, hate, quarrels, and put on the garment of love and support siting side by side with one another regardless of background, state of origin, tribe, religion and joined forces to see the “Super Eagles” emerge victorious. Even the Boko Haram guys took a time out of their bombings to support the team. It was indeed a “Reason to believe again”, in the “Super Eagles”, in one another and in our great country Nigeria. Even PHCN made sure we had light. (Funny right?). 90mins later it was all over and yes the gold came our way. Gunshots in the air went on endlessly, fireworks lighted up the sky, bottles were broken, beer was downed, bars were seeing on of their greatest turnovers ever, high end Nigerian pop music blasted everywhere as people took to the streets celebrating the “Super Eagles” for bringing the cup home again.

It was indeed a night that would stay fresh in the heart of all those who experienced the magical moment, tasted the well-deserved win, basked in the euphoria of the moment, drank down the tension and savored the victory. It was that moment when the “Super Eagles” of Nigeria brought home the AFCON CUP OF NATIONS back home after a 19year long wait. (A child was conceived, born, and now has beards)…

By Nado

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“10 Reasons To Love ‘Daudu”

2013-02-06T03:21:00.003-08:00

10. Alright Daudu is a beggar who plys his trade on Ikeja Along bridge. Lets give this dude some credit he is crippled and we should love everyone right?.

9. He resumes work early(earlier than you trust me). Each day I pass by the bridge early, lets say errrm 6:30am, Daudu is there already.

8. If you didn’t know, he is married. A fading gold ring can be seen on the fourth finger of his left hand. (Bad sharp guy.)

7. You should see him when he is not on the job. Fresh boy in his Ankara. You would so love him.

6. Oh need I say he wears a gold chain. 8k gold. Yes I can tell.

5. You must be wondering if you read right when I said he was a beggar right. Well yes he is, but he has a side job.

4. He works for LAWMA(Lagos State Waste Maintenance Agency). Department= bridge sweeping. Lol. But for real though.

3. Well my sources tell me this dude has a house, not rented, but built. A three bedroom bungalow somewhere at Egbeda in Lagos State. (You live in a rented apartment right?) This dude is a landlord.

2. He smiles while he greets you and you just can’t but hand him some cash.(you should see the wad of cash on his hand when he closes from work at 10am. Yes he works for just four hours a day and goes on with other runs. ‘correct guy’). How many hours do you work in a day. SMH

1. Lastly, my personal favorite, he earns close to N75,000 per month.(N2000 a day from begging=N60,000 per month, LAWMA salary=lets say N10,000, other runs=N5,000). And then they say there is no job in Lagos. Way to go brother, keep doing your thing.

Well, don’t you just love Daudu?

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"Face of the Week"

2013-02-05T01:57:00.001-08:00

FACE OF THE WEEK:
this is a new section of the blog. Sumbit your photos with a brief "Äbout me" to ekaydagenius@gmail.com at the end of the week, the new face of Nado Writes would emerge.....start sending now...#leggo.....spread the word.....Nado Write...enjoy everything....

"I Miss My Baby"...

2012-12-10T16:02:00.002-08:00

I miss the way I wake up at the break of dawn at the sweet sound of your voice. That tingly sound that brings about the smile that creeps between my lips, that sound that causes the hair on the inside of my nose stand up, the sound that melts my heart and makes me so weak all I can do is smile. I miss the way I turn between the already ruffled sheets to take a look at you and admire your beautiful, slender and unique features. I miss that sky blue silky night dress of yours which does little to cover the embodiment of your figure. I miss your big white eyes which shines in the dark like the incandescent light bulb. I miss the softness of the buttons of your body which feels so soft between the hard of my palm. I miss the way my hand runs to and fro the length and breadth of your body as I am lost in a world of my own, in a world of ecstasy, in a world where I am King, in a world where its all about me, my identity doesn’t need to be known, im just overwhelmed by this unexplainable feeling as I caress my baby all day and all night. I can hardly sleep and when I do all I see is my baby in my sleep smiling right at me and a weakening rush of love comes over me…….hhhhh……..i miss my boo…..i miss my baby……I miss my BLACKBERRY….

by Nado

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"The Power Behind the Word"

2012-12-04T02:07:00.001-08:00

The gravity of the word so unimaginable, so powerful it is.

Every letter working its way through into your heart

So magnetic you feel the word pull you into a web of thought

People wonder what you see that is unseen by their eyes and even their minds can’t conceive the power behind the word.

Reading the word is like a 3D movie when your mind is alert and creativity sets in then and the word comes to life and makes the desired changes of your heart in your life.

So addictive the word could be to you, keeping you in a never ending hunger for knowledge

Belief in the word gives you unfathomable command over the enemy

So wise you become, an answer to challenging questions you now have, you now are manifesting in the power behind the word.

You wonder what that power behind the word is… it is faith and what is faith?

It is love in motion. The power behind the word is the Spirit of God

You can never have enough understanding of the word of God because it is eternal. So also can you never understand the fullness of God’s power but the thirst of the knowledge to know certain things will always be satisfied by the word.

Go for the word.

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"The Tree"

2012-12-03T05:46:00.001-08:00

Like seeds we lay on grounds fertile and lush sometimes rocky and treacherous on us the sun hit hard and bright and the wind blew hither and thither. Some fell prey to the giants prowling the earth and others like me burrowed under the ground trying to prevent the surety of death. But to us all the beast came knocking. Shaking with fear, sweating and shivering with a cold and heat locked deep within our bones we all swallowed high and hard taking with good faith the end so obvious. With a breath so deep the beast blew and out came rushing a great hot breath that came only from a fire so hot drying us up and leaving us without. With the last of breath we struggled and a prayer we cried! Recovery we hoped not just the peace of this great struggle but alas did we know that a greater end lay but with strength know longer in the last breath we drew.

A tingling, a wriggle is this the heaven we seek? Newness I feel, an upshoot I see perhaps the outfit of this mysterious place or is it? A sense of familiarity laid the same earth I feel and the same breath I draw what is this I ask you? For a time I felt no longer thinking of this earth departed I but alas it wasn’t to be. A tale of old I remember of reincarnation it speaks perhaps of this I partake. An angel only it can be that changed this fate of mine so obvious.

Time flew by and with it changes. In width and height so obvious and clear I grew stronger and better. With the mirror of the pond I looked and a reflection so strange yet shone. A beauty as no other graced with poise and elegance as seen only with queens stood graceful and majestic looking down at me. With great joy I smiled as the thought of the past came calling and grateful I still am for the horrors past giving me this now.

By Kristin

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"A Plea to Live"...

2012-11-23T05:59:00.000-08:00

The huge gates of the Coker residence at mende in Maryland lagos state was intimidating. The lining of the huge lion’s head with its metal canine looking like it was ready to tear any intruder to pieces. Intrigued by the carving I ran my hand over it but got my hand tapped away by Adaugo my best friend who was tagging along. She had had a thing for tumi since she saw his DP on my blackberry and has not stopped asking questions. She started developing feelings for him without even setting her eyes on him. (girls na wa o). I was on my way to seeing tumi when she came to my house to see me. I thought since she had always had a crush on him how about I set up a meeting. (in his house…..lol) “Lets go back ‘she said tapping my hand away from the canine of the metal lion suddenly developing cold feet. I smiled and rang the bell again. Audu the gateman opened the see through part of the gate and on recognizing me opened the gate. walking towards the big mansion with Adaugo on my arms I could not get enough of the “wow’s” from her mouth. I had been here several times but still I admired the house. We were caught short in our admiration at the sight of the world’s most deadly dog, “Baron”. We froze. I was dumbfounded at the sight of the pit bull who slowly and angrily got up from its position like we were the cause of its bad day not knowing that our bad day had just begun. Adaugo could not stand anymore but took off. I took off after her and the mean looking animal charged towards us. I could only imagine it coming for our buttocks. “God pls don’t let this animal chew my bum bum” I prayed as I dashed through the open gateway which Ada had opened. I forgot that Tumi lived in a close and ran towards the closed part of the street. I was confused as I approached the end of the street and didn’t know what to do. I had nowhere to go. I turned and could see the spittle drop from the mouth of the beast as he ran charging towards me. with tears in my eyes I knelt down and in a plea to live, begged the beast not to eat me. I cried and begged profusely at the dog who seemed to become pitiful and miraculously the beast turned and walked away…..i looked and watched as it shook its behind at me walking away back into the house. I promised never to see or talk to Tumi in my life. I picked myself up and went in search of Ada…..

by Nado

WHEN A GIRL SAYS OH!

2012-11-16T02:20:00.003-08:00

He loves me! He loves me not! He loves me! He loves me not! I shed the petals off the marigold he loves me! I scream as the last petal floated down this was after 3 stupid flowers reported thee opposite but hey! Were they wrong he loves me! I know you don’t understand so I would back track Sisi and me oh!( That my bf since forever) were trying to figure out Ade’s feelings towards me and gosh was he tripping anyways it’s not as though I were interested or anything just wanted to know okay who am I deceiving I REALLY like him I mean like like him. But that was so last week i.e. before he asked me out to dinner on Friday and every girl knows that a guy who wants to be just friends would not ask you out to dinner more so on a Friday night. So there we were sitting across each other in chocolate royal after just watching Twilight: Breaking dawn part 1 from genesis deluxe just across the hall which by the way I love and have read the books 6 times and counting to prove it okay that’s by the way but there we were sitting and gisting about the movie while sharing a pizza and sipping diet coke when one sleazy thing walks by oh! And stressing on the hate was wearing Peruvian hair and jimmy choo’s to die for anyways I was totally admiring her and pointed out her shoes to Ade when he suddenly said hey! That’s biola and called out her name and then came running the bimbo into his arms okay I wasn’t hating at first but that was before the stupid mutt decided to pull up a chair at my table totally ignoring me by the way and started chatting with my boyfriend okay so he is not my boyfriend yet but then who says. Shall I say she has no grace and was totally slutty she began touching and giving light taps and was totally pulling him in talking and giggling about what I don’t know and wouldn’t want to and Ade was totally eating up from her palms and as though a light bulb turned up in his head he suddenly turned to look at me after 6 good minutes hey! Who’s counting and said and I quote” gush I am sorry Biola meet BImpe, a good friend of mine (what a good friend? Is that all you can say? I am his girlfriend duh!! I shouted in my mind) and Bimpe, Biola we used to date (WHAT???!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You this sleazy, slutty, good for nothing B**** you think you can steal my man just you wait and let me slap you back to where you think you strutted out from I screamed in my mind alongside other expletives) but all that came out of my mouth was one word with two letters OH!. by Kristin

ARE YOU READY?...

2012-10-16T06:56:00.001-07:00

An experience not so merry, in fact to tell you the truth, a bit scary
Something I desire to see happen yet I run away from it so, the fear of seeing this dream come to an end. In a splat…unfixable
The question rushes to the front door of my heart, yet the boldness to open up and accept this challenge I do not possess. The question gives me the chills.
I’ve left so many tracks, to so many places and turned back living no traces behind. I didn’t want to hurt you but there’s no other way to say goodbye.
The fear of seeing you fall to pieces disintegrates the boldness to take this step of utmost destruction and renewal
So I run, I run far away but in this race I encroach a midst and I see your face. I look away but my heart wants you but I don’t want to hurt you
So I’ll keep running, to save our love, to save our friendship and to create a new hope for a finely brewed love between us.

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New season on Nadowrites...

2012-10-15T10:45:00.000-07:00

hello people, i know its been a while since i served u guys with some fresh posts. i really have to apologize for that but ive been in the kitchen cooking fresh sturves for you guys and ive got two new chefs up in here that are going to blow ur mind in this new season. first is TRUEBEAT25 and here is what she has to say to you....

TRUEBEAT25
What I write is life, what I write brings hope and enlightens the blind. Inspiration unthinkable, lessons opened to you, never heard of before. That’s just how I roll, simple and straight to the point not pulling you through a maze of confusion, slapping you right back into reality of what is and what can be. That’s just me, I won’t deceive you; the words I bring to you are all in the light of the scriptures. You want to know what makes those great men of God tick, just go for the word, that’s my source.......

KRISTINE
To look and see are really often worlds apart the understanding of the writers approach tedious a times to decipher philosophical it may look even fluffy and girly words might spring but the heart behind it ever constant. Words penned down might seem cynical or even like oh! Please don’t start there and the inspiration several and in no particular order the words never out of frustration but from the view of a narrator and a pang of old literature featured in writing. But an ever constant would be words spun as clever as can be into tales.

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Dark Skull City...

2012-09-02T09:10:00.002-07:00

Many a time I try to figure out how I came into existence, why I came into existence, what I am , where I’m from, what color I am, what language I speak, how I ended up here but that quest hasn’t been an easy one. The more I try the more I fail, the more I inquire the more I perspire only to get what I didn’t expect……NOTHING…I don’t sleep, I don’t eat, I don’t play…I’ve got no spouse, never had a girlfriend just been interlaced with some other individual inhabitants of the same city. These inhabitants are always on the go, fast tracked, in their Louis Vuitton suits, Paul Smith cuff links, burberry ties and St Michaels shirt and Ben Sherman shoes. Hardly would you find them smiling. I try my best to say hi but I find out I am the same as them. We move in our flying cars at the speed of light just to get our jobs done. These jobs I don’t even know, and I don’t even get paid for…..wierd huh…I try to feel my skin and then figure out that I have none. It seems like I don’t exist but I do. In this city there isn’t any light but there is hardly any record of accidents…… I am a thought in your Dark Skull City … follow Nadowrites on twitter @iamnadowrites on facebook facebook.com/nadowrites

"Three Words"...

2012-05-10T15:20:00.000-07:00

Soft words like the feeling of silk, piercing through the velvet membrane of my ears, causing a dizzy sensation, a slow, musical vibration and transmitting sound waves to my brain causing a tingling sensation run down my body from my skull down the length of my toe nails. As her lips move in slow motion mouthing something else that I know nothing about, all that goes through my brain are those beautiful elating words of hers. Three words, eight letters, one sentence that would change the course of all of my type around the world. I feel, loved, I feel cared for, I feel like a cripple, blind, deaf and dumb girl who was just being proposed to(don't ask me how she knew she was being proposed to). The mere thought of those words coming out of her lips makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up, a rush of love comes over me. It flows from my brain then goes in to make my eyes red. it comes into the ENT(Ear Nose and Throat) canal making me taste it, smell it. It flows down towards my lungs, it feels like my breath siezed for a few seconds and then it flowed into my heart."hhhhhh" I sigh.... My heart races like a unicorn.The feeling is magical, unexplainable, inexpressible....whew.....and then it flows down towards my feet. My knees buckle and feet feels numb. It feels like I am rooted to the spot where I am standing right now and then I feel the tingling sensation pass through my toes. I look up once again to her smiling face and she says the same words to me again. "U DON CHOP"...........NADO...

"Diary of Sommy Kay"...

2012-05-08T17:54:00.003-07:00

Hey Dee, How are ya? I really need to talk to you. I brought you with me cuz I need someone I can tell my personal stuff to. I mean, stuff I can’t tell anyone else. I’ve missed you so much Lord knows that and I really need to talk to you. I’m hurting right now . I feel like crying buckets. I just feel like letting go but I know I can’t cuz I’m in school.(not at home where I could hide myself in any corner and cry my eyes out…it helps….u know right?) I don’t like the people in this school!! “tufia kwa”. Trust me I don’t. it feels like everyone here is trying so hard to frustrate my life. They are tampering with what I built on, I mean, what I spent weeks, months even years to build and they are trying to crash it to ground level in the shortest possible time. They are tampering with my self dignity and its hurting me. I feel pain, I feel hate, I feel the tears running down my throat as they can’t get out of my eyes(well I won’t let them anyway. I won’t let them see me cry). Now even the little things which usually would not matter to me now do. I’m so sensitive….haven’t actually seen anyone who understands me in this world save my bestfriend Amy, you and my reason for existence Jesus. I actually really had second thoughts of sharing this with you cuz I’m scared someone else would see this. People make me feel insignificant all the time. Like I’m a pest in a corn field, like I’m causing an added weight on that of the earths mass and this happens…I don’t know. Could it be cuz I walk with people who are sorts of celebs, if you know what I mean. Whenever we walk, people cant stop giving them somuch attention and I keep feeling smaller and insignificant…

"Pink, Purple Horizon"...

2012-03-02T05:01:00.002-08:00

Her nagging words like a butchers knife piercing smoothly without resistance into the swollen belly of a pumped and skinned cow hit me so bad I was lost for words. I was feeling what every senseless husband who beats the sound out of his wife’s mouth feels when he strikes her. The cause of our argument was the mere fact that I hardly give her any attention anymore. To her, my blackberry had become my solace, my life, my wife. She described graphically the way I get to hold on to my baby as she calls it, caressing it like an interior decorator who finally finds the shade of purple she had been looking for all over Dubai, kissing it like a virgin girl who just got married and is enjoying the moment in the arms of her husband in their hotel room in Paris where they were having their honeymoon, wiping the screen every 10 seconds like someone who has CLEANING SCREEN DISORDER (if there is anything like that). Why in the world was she saying all these nasty things I think to myself looking at dramatic gesticulations and wide openings of her mouth. I had tried to be the best guy she had ever met in her life. I never gave her cause to believe that my propositions of love to her weren’t real but came from the buttocks of my reddened young heart. She keeps on going like a typewriter, like the finger of a concert pianist at the opera, like clippings’ of spectators when the star of a football match is being substituted. The more she goes on the more vexed I become. My black skin begins to redden, heat from nowhere creeps through my skin, from my toes, to my legs which begin to vibrate for no good reason, to my belly, causing me to wince a bit and then concentrates on my face. The redness of my face, intensifies and one can practically see the snake like traces of veins on my fore head, my jawline and my neck. I don’t know what she is talking about. Is she trying to look for faults in me, is she tired of the relationship or has she found some other guy or what. The cells in my brain begin to riot against the pumping of the blood through the veins. I can practically hear the “we no go gree” chants of the cells protesting with placards all over my dark skull city. And then a pink flash comes in through the window before the stream gets my attention. I look over her head, concentrating, trying to figure out what in the world could be the cause. Before long her naggings become inaudible to me. It feels like I had pressed the mute button on my ears. Hmmm this really felt good. I walk towards her, toward the window and she starts stuttering. She tries to continue but the obvious fear in her eyes gives her mouth away. Tiny scared groans can be heard from her throat as her gaze is fixed on me but I don’t care. She gets to the window and is trapped. It feels like she has been bound to the window, nailed with two inches sets of nails to the wall. And then I get there and raise my hand but she ducks and goes under my hand thinking I was going to strike her in the face. I smile. I draw the curtains to the revelation of one of the most beautiful sights of nature. The “PINK, PURPLE HORIZON”. My smile widens into a grin, I could feel the rush of the blood away from my face with the mild wind blowing on my face restoring the black of my color. I can only sense what she is feeling right about now. She thinks I’ve gone crazy, nuts, gaga. Wrong again honey. I’m just basking in the cuteness of SuNsEt…

"Ten seconds to DARKneSs"...

2012-02-20T15:09:00.000-08:00

Ten seconds to impact and I was just there, staring, thinking of nothing in particular. I could not figure out what was going on. I could not figure out the reason for my standing in the middle of Lagos Abeokuta Express way. I knew I wanted to cross to the other side but as I was at the middle of the road I saw a red Toyota corolla lunching towards my direction moving at about 120km/hr. Eight seconds to impact and all I could do was stare. I froze. I didn’t know what was stopping me from moving on towards the curvet. I was trying to move forward but decided to move back to the edge of the road. I was still trying to make a decision but I couldn’t. I could hear the sound of the engine of the red corolla now. Was this guy stupid, or was it a lady, whatever, I didn’t care who was behind the wheel. All I cared about was how stupid the person was seeing me on the road and not yet ready to apply the brakes. Six seconds to impact; now I was worried. I was trying to panic but I felt unusually calm. On the outside though but on the inside I had began running up and down like the paranoid chicken on Christmas day, screaming for help, trying to get the attention of whoever was behind the wheel. I was jumping and waving with my two hands trying to flag him down, trying to get him hit the brakes. It felt like I had been rooted to the ground, like I was part of the coal tar that was used on the road. Three seconds to impact and the 20 years of my existence flashed through my eyes like a projector in a premier league viewing center. Like I was streaming my life’s video straight from you tube. All my dreams, all my expectations, all my aspirations were about to come to an end before my very eyes. I had not yet wed Meagan Good, I had not yet won the Pulitzer prize, I had not yet travelled the world, I had not yet made my first million, I had no kid to tuck in at 9pm, I had not yet bought my Porsche Cayenne, I had not yet built my 8 bedroom mansion with 9 bathrooms, a swimming pool, a basketball court, a lawn tennis court. Tears rolled down my eyes at this moment. Initially I could not move any part of my body but at that point I moved my head towards heaven and said a short prayer. “Into thy hands I commit my soul”. 3……..2………1……….DARKneSs….

"I Hate Valentine's Day".......

2012-02-14T06:12:00.000-08:00

Waking up this morning, I could feel the excitement in the air. People hurriedly had their baths and brushed their teeth so they could have enough time for their make-up. I got up, had my bath and brushed very slowly. I tried to decide on what to wear and couldn't just figure it out. I looked out of my room and saw a very high percentage of girls wearing things with a touch of RED. I was an inch away from throwing up. I picked up a purple shirt, a pair of black trousers and black shoes. I was bent on not wearing anything which had red in it. "happy valentine's day" i could hear people say to each other, the bunch of ignorant people shouting from block to block wishing one another a happy valentine's day. As I walked to class, I pondered on what this day actually was and finally got to know how wrong people were about this day. how wrong is that? who calls the day that is meant to be a day of mourning St.Valentine's day? Nonsense! People exchanging gifts and hugging. I could imagine him gathering momentum to give all them all punches in their faces. and then came the worst part. Almost everyone in my class was wearing red. Seriously! don't people think?! Whoever told people that wearing RED on Valentine's day was appropriate should be stripped naked, tied to a chair and stoned to death. Don't people ever try to imagine that St.Valentine was allergic to RED or had an epileptic attack anytime he saw the colour RED? why do human beings have to be so ignorant and inconsiderate all the time? some people even kiss on Valentine's day.(shaking my head). What if St.Valentine never had a girlfriend and hated people kissing? People even give their girlfriends roses on Valentine's day. Nobody knows what killed him. What if a rose pricked him and he bled to death. No one ever look at things from his own point of view. People just feel they can celebrate the day stupidly and carelessly. Mmmmssccchheew. With all these valid points, I hope I've convinced you all why I hate people's view about celebrating valentine. P.S: I am 100% sure that St.Valentine had a sense of style so people should stop wearing red shirts on red skirts or trousers with red ties. It is clashing, insultive and has puke potential by Toni (An upcoming writer. Watch out for her)

“ONE FRUIT, TWO TREES”…

2012-02-10T09:48:00.000-08:00

I came into existence through the most complicated manner on earth, not conventionally but by some way I knew nothing about until I was about to bring another of my kind to the earth. One big tree met another on a rainy night. The wind blew viciously and the two trees danced at the music of the storm that dark cold night. The moon wasn’t even in the sky but hid between the clouds at the claps of thunder. The two trees danced to the rhythm of the night in different directions and then in the same direction. They got to a point where they met and then just like magic, strange things began to happen. It felt like everything had started moving slowly. The wind whistled and their voices, like whistling were carried around by the wind. The droplets of rain fell in rhythmic fashion; even the sound of the droplets on the earth became as loud as the kick of drums. The mood was set, the environment cozy enough, their leaves slowly intertwined each leaf crawling slowly into the other leaf of the other tree. And then things started becoming intense. The wind began to blow wildly, the droplets raced themselves from the sky to the earth, the intertwining of the leaves became faster and more leaves were involved. The earth where they were rooted shook mildly at the intense nature which steadily increased until it got to a peak point where with one clap of thunder after 5seconds after a lightning spark. It was special, it was magical, it was a night to remember. After 9months I sprang forth from one of the trees. I was tiny, slimy, dirty and green, but I was lucky the rain came down on that night as well to wash me clean and then I saw the first of the sun. It was one of the most wonderful moments, as it smiled down on my skin through the holes and spaces between the leaves. Its tenderness warmed my skin and made me begin to grow. I’m a child begot by two parents. I’m a “FRUIT” begot by “TWO TREES”…

"With February comes ExCuSeS"...

2012-02-01T03:38:00.000-08:00

Some call it the month of love, others define it with the colour 'RED'. Symbols such as hearts, apples are used in relation with it. February is finally here. its the month guys dread its the month girls love. its the month where children are conceived, its the month of love.I was in a restaurant the other day when I overhead a conversation between two guys. I was busy sipping my ice tea chatting with a friend on BBM but I couldn't help but eavesdrop on their conversation(we all do that right?). the guy in red was telling bald head about how he was so going to dump his girlfriend on Feb 13th. he went on and on about the girl being so materialistic and had way before the month of Feb been hinting him on gifts for him to get her for valentine's day (Feb 14 for the stale ones.lol) baldy had his good laugh and went in turn to tell red shirt about this new girl he was gonna hit. Red shirt asked him about his girlfriend and he started saying some nasty things about her. Obviously he was done with her but the reason as to why he was still in a relationship with her he could not really make out, and then his phone rang. it was his girlfriend calling. picking the call he said "hey honey" (lord have mercy) and then a pause "no I’m in church, I’m about to see the pastor another pause " I would be travelling on business tomorrow and would probably be back in march though" another pause "yeah I know right, how awful." another pause "i'm gonna miss you boo. love you, kiss kiss, bye". when he cut the call both guys burst into laughter.He had lied to his girlfriend about some lousy trip when he was going to be scheming to get a new girl. well guys, its best to stay faithful to your girl, playing always backfires, you know it but you still do it *SMH*. and to the ladies, every guy hates a materialistic girl trust me. it always seems the reason why you stick around is the Money even if its not sometimes. guys you know what to do, so do you girls. happy new month.

Nado...

Letter to my Ex...

2012-01-28T16:03:00.000-08:00

Dear Ex,
Words can’t describe how hurt I was the day you packed your things and left. I woke up that morning stretching my hand towards your own side of the bed but all I could feel was the warmth of the ruffled sheets where you had lain a couple of hours ago. I opened my eyes to see you but the rays of the sun reflecting on the white sheets was what I got. I sat up placing my bare feet on the cold tiled floor rubbing my eyes trying to get the sleep out of them. I walked towards the ajar bathroom door hoping to wrap my arms around you as I heard the shower running but the shower screen door was open and you weren’t there. I called out your name but the sound of my voice was what I got back. I got back to the room hoping to go downstairs to check you in the kitchen when I noticed the envelop on your dressing table. I picked it up. The smell of your lavender perfume filled my nostrils bringing a smile to my face as I opened the envelop and brought out the note you left. It read “Sorry for everything. Have a nice life”. Oh my gosh. I was mad. what in the world did I do to deserve getting jilted this way. I gave you my love, my heart, everything I ever had and what do I get in return, a lousy note, two sentences, seven words of bullshit. I threw the note and the envelop on the floor fuming. That was when I realized your key on inside the envelop. I picked up the nightstand and threw it across the room. I ripped all the pictures on the mirror into pieces and smashed your dressing mirror with my right fist. The memories still linger whenever I see the scars on my right fist. Anyways I just want to say thank you for leaving when you did. Though it was hard but I moved on. Now I have the best girl in the world, beautiful, adorable, awesome, caring, and loving. She is everything I ever wanted in a girl and she is everything you would never be in this world or the next to come. I really hope your selfish, and ungrateful nature would get you a guy who really cares about you (fat chance). This is a letter to you to tell you I’m doing great. You thought I wouldn’t be able to live without you. I remember you saying that I would never find someone like you, well hun guess again. Do have a pathetic life.
Yours truly,
Nado.

“How stupid can you be in front of a mirror”…..

2012-01-13T15:34:00.000-08:00

I open my eyes to the brightness of the rays of the sun hitting me through the open window at the right side of the full classroom. Boys and girls sitting tight listening attentively to Dr James. “And that would be the end of the lecture, see you next class” the Acc lecturer says as he closes his lecture note before walking out of the class. “Already?” I ask myself wiping the drool from my mouth before checking my watch. It was 9:02am. I had slept throughout the one hour lecture from 8am to 9am. Amazing right? Yes I just got to class and five minutes after the lecturer started talking I dozed off. He was just too boring for my liking. He never cited examples, his explanations were written down and he read them word for word. If I needed to hear someone’s voice I would have seen a movie not come to class. I wanted to learn and he was making it really hard for me. It was not just worth my while. I stand up to get in line of the students trooping out of the class but some guy stepped on my new shoe. I don't know if I am to scream or slap the breath out of his nostrils. I just sit back and sulk for about 5mins cursing under my breath letting everyone leave before I stand up to leave. I decide to go to the gents to go freshen up before going for my next class. I get into the gents and shut the creaking door behind me. The smell of antiseptic hit me and I wince. Not that I hate antiseptics, it just reminds me of hospitals. “Eewww”, I hate hospitals. Walking up to the sink I drop my folder comfortably in the space between the wall and the sink’s tap knob. And then I see a copy of myself in the mirror. Hmmmm. I take a few seconds to study my boyish-manly features. I'm just standing there. And then I smile. I stop. And then I smile again. I take out my comb from the rear pocket of my trousers and start combing my hair. Seven strokes and I get the hair in place. And then I smile at myself again, this time a full teethed smile. i stick my right forefinger into my right nosetrill and then i remove it. i do the same with my left forefinger and then remove it too. I puff my shoulders and put out my chest like Clark does in smallville. I am superman. I flex my muscles and do the fisted flying move. I check my teeth to see if there are traces of the cornflakes I had had that morning on my teeth but there was none. Then I pull my trousers to my tummy trying to imitate my 400lbs professor of mathematics Prof Tunji. I laugh at myself at the thought. I am really having fun entertaining myself. I bring out lip balm and put so much on my lips and pout my lips like a girl and drawing close to the mirror to kiss myself before I hear the creaking sound of the door. Someone had just walked in. I sharply wipe the lip balm off my mouth fix myself up in 5secs, pick up my folder and walk out. Now am I being STUPID in front of the mirror or am I having fun. You pick, but before you judge me just know that you have done the same before………chao.