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 "WHY YOU MUST BE WISE" An essay. Enjoy. So, this man, a Nigerian living in the USA guaranteeing to help my writing career explode brought his Nigerian girlfriend to me to write a website landing page for her business. Initially, he'd criticized me so much about my writing style, and contested that I couldn't excel in my chosen career. He advised that I'd started breeding dogs for sales. So, when he brought the lady, I thought of it that I should bill them moderately. But I was surprised when this man from Texas, USA told me that I'm to do the work probono, since it's one of the criteria he'd use in accessing my writing excellence to ascertain if I'm worth helping or not. Ah! Ìkúnlẹ̀ abiyamọ o! I'm to do a real-time landing page for free? Just because an atheist living in the USA is giving me a "lifeline"? So I humbly told the man that: "I don't work that way. My works are out there. I could have given you a website landing p...

Across from me, beyond the iron jaws of the prison gate, He stood—tall, gaunt, eyes deep as forsaken wells, Grey whispers of hair pleading against the creeping void of baldness. With hands weathered by death’s cold touch, he poured liquid steel, A silver vessel birthing oil onto a stone slab, His fingers twirling round the severed blade, A lover’s caress upon the guillotine’s wicked tongue. Doom shadowed me, a false charge branding my soul, My devotion to the throne now but a fleeting ember. Xerxes, blind to the truth, deaf to my cries, The palace council—wolves in gilded robes— Sealed my fate with whispers sharp as daggers. Had he forgotten? My king, my lord, How once I shattered the goblet of venom, How I snatched him from death’s coiling grasp? Yet now, his Empress, Cassandane, draped in silken malice, Arrived before the baying hounds, eager for the theatre of my demise. The headsman grinned, his glee a blade as keen as the one he honed, Steel kissed wood—a plank sundered like wind ...

Story of two jolly friends. Once upon a time, two chickens moved together, ate together, and are fond of themselves. They were happy friends, that shared both their ups and downs. So it happened that one of the chickens was struck by sickness. She could not eat, hence she lost the energy to walk and work. All her friend's efforts at persuading her to eat proved abortive. It became obvious that the ailing chicken would not survive the sickness. Then the healthy one stopped eating in solidarity with her sick friend. In no time, she became sick herself. The chicken that was about to die opened her eyes to see her now sick friend. "Why did you build this sickness in your body?" she asked. "I cannot imagine living without you." She responded. The death-bound chicken told her not to give up on living because of her. "We were not born on the same day. No matter how much Eagle's mother loves her eaglets, they will someday separate. I appreciat...

Love, Hatred, Fear, Anger, Jealousy and Bitterness are all part of a person's character that consist of feelings. You are permitted to express any of these emotions but know that feelings at times can be misleading. Hatred, Fear, Anger, Jealousy and Bitterness can kill anyone nursing it, through high blood pressure. In all things chose to love, stand for love, defend in love and please correct with love. Why allow Fear when it is not constant, Bury your Hatred for it affects the smiles, Jealousy may not be right after all, Anger do burn its carrier, Love makes the world go round. There is this story about a man who sent his servant on an errand to buy him some goods from another town with a huge sum of money. The journey was supposed to take two days but the servant won't return three days after, he was not even reachable on his cell phone. The park where he boarded the vehicle to the town could not ascertain what could have happened to him. This old...

Here's the story of two jolly friends, Làbàkẹ́ and Àbíkẹ́. They were interested in their own progress and worked together towards achieving it. Làbàkẹ́ was a farmer and Àbíkẹ́ a business merchant. There came one season when the earth was angry at the destructive activities of human being on the ecosystem. And the  land became hostile to the growth of Plants. Famine descended swiftly upon all animals and humans. Àbíkẹ́ decided to assist Làbàkẹ́'s plague and called her friend to her room. There she handed to her the magic box that her grandfather gave her years ago. This box had the ability to sustain plants growth without the need for soil nor water. And so it was that Làbàkẹ́ became wealthy because her crops started yielding bounteous harvest. Months passed by, and Àbíkẹ́ gave birth to a child of her own. But there's a problem: the child needed a magic necklace so as not to die young. The only person with this necklace was Làbàkẹ́ , and she gave her friend's c...

Chief Product Officer (CPO): USA is only 5 million subscribers away from India's 213 million Faceboot users. Brazil still have the largest black users sitting behind India with 123 million users. While in Africa, Egypt lead with 32 million users, as Western Sahara with 23 thousand users sit at the bottom of the list. Surprisingly, Nigeria with close to 200 million population only have 18 million users to fill the second spot on the Africa's list pushing Algeria to the third position... Chief Operating Officer (COO): (cuts in) talking about Nigeria, whenever I monitor the activity logs there...All I see is fight, and war. Chief Technology Officer (CTO): (Asian accent) I know right! Daily they renew fighting scenes. If they are not fighting the government, they'll be remembering the opposition. Supremacy war over unnecessary things. There's feminism war, religious/irreligious war is a never ending thing. I guess that Third World War may breakout from that country. ...

Humans of Lagos "In my days of innocence, I did my work to make ends meet. I was a teacher at a private primary school. I tutored all sort of characters; the intelligent ones, the playful ones and the bullies among them. However, Kanu is my favorite student. Kanu physical growth was hampered. He is challenged, so as a result, he was ostracized at the school. The school proprietor wouldn't want Kanu to associate with other students, he's never happy seeing Kanu smile. Kanu's parents didn't help his situation, they only sent him to school to be ridded of him. Nobody seem to love Kanu, but he smile at everybody at all times. I love Kanu, but the entire teaching staff hated me for loving a 'disabled' child. There was a time when his parents refused to pay his school fees, then I instructed the school accountant to deduct his fees from my salary. I paid his school fees for four terms, I clothed and fed him during this period. I was happy doing this, but...

28years ago, a young hardworking father was angry, very angry at his beautiful wife, the mother of his 3 months old child. This woman will not take care of her baby, she was not a good nursing mother. The man reported his wife's action to her family. Her father scolded her for being a callous mother, Àṣàkẹ́ her mother begged her to change her ways. However, Àdùnní did not change her ways. One day, she left her home, abandoned her baby and husband. She lost her mind. What a pathetic situation. The Clergyman man pronounced her a Witch being punished by the God. Àdùnní Adé roamed the street in her ragged cloth like a stray dog that couldn't hear the whistle of its owner. She was out of her mind! No one showed pity to the woman that a supposed mouth piece of God had declared a Witch. In this town, it's a cultural belief that women who run mad are witches that got struck by the judgement of God. Àdùnní met with the wrath of the mob few months into her madness. She gra...

My name is Akinade Akinrogun. My ancestors were warriors in their days. I'm proud of my family. People believe that my lineage is under a curse, the curse of not living long. As warriors in battles, surely, my ancestors had so many bloodshed. My great grandfather died on top of one of his wives during a sex romp. Rumor had it that the wife was a spirit from the sea that manifested as human on a mission to kill my great grandfather. My grandfather, slumped and died one afternoon in his farm. His death was a big blow to the entire village. "How could a whole Balógun die like a chicken." The king of our village wondered. My grandfather was buried outskirts of the village for his death was of shame. Today, it's exactly 4 years, 6 months and 22 days that my father left the world. Professor Akinwunmi Akinrogun collapsed and died at his birthday celebration. He was 50 years old. Our religious leader told us that the sin of his fathers was visited upon him. Perhap...

FICTION. A woman had an auto crash . She split into two from waist down as a result of heavy impact from the accident. She sustained internal bleeding and was on the verge of dying. Christian arrived the scene of the accident and wept. Christian told the woman to confess Christ as her Lord and personal saviour so that she could make heaven when she's dead. Muslim argued that this accident victim need to convert to Islam before she breathe her last. Muslim and Christian fought, this woman writhed in pain. She might die. So a team of medical professionals arrived the scene, carried the woman... Today, the woman is still available enjoying life, worrying less about after-life neither is she bothered about about her pre-life. Yet the Muslim and the Christian afterlife competition and fighting continues till date. © FERT, 2016

VANITY? My father was the late rich business tycoon of the Cocoa industry, he had many mansions throughout the world with beautiful wives chosen from different ethnicity and then blessed with plenteous children. As a caring father, he gave all his children the best education money could get and opportunities to explore our worlds. We are forever grateful and proud of him. He was a true Nationalist and a devouted philanthropist. When he died, the world momentarily stopped to honour the opulent man. We buried him in a golden casket, and decorated his graveyard with diamond and gold, right in his hometown. All in remembrance of a righteous business man. Years rolled by, the economy of the country forced many of my siblings to travel out of the country; yes I left the country as well but came back and was gainfully employed into politics. I am a NIGERIAN POLITICIAN by profession, career and calling; what a far more rewarding job to get employed into. The last time I visited m...

DISCIPLINE I was there at his birth, when the midwives shouted at his mother who was groaning in the pains of child delivery labour. The nurses were not any nice. I heard it loud and clear when one of nurses asked the poor woman to keep quiet simply because she was not there when she was enjoying the sexual intercourse with her husband that resulted into what she was suffering from at the moment; what a bad woman. On his safe arrival on planet Earth, Nigeria to be precise; the nurses slapped his innocent buttocks for not crying aloud to announce his arrival. Then his mother took over the beatings; she would slap his cheeks, give him a knock on his head and then kick his bom-bom. She would force this growing baby to eat by blocking his nose, locking his hips in her laps then open his mouth to force the fluid in. His daddy was not left out of the discipline-process, as he was fond of giving the kid twenty-four strokes of the cane on his right hand. His teacher was an expert at ...

11:55am Monday Morning. I entered a banking hall. Filled to the capacity, and the banking hall air conditioners, gave way for oozing body odours emanating from customers that have stood enough to win special prize for standing. Bank officials appeared helpless, they complained about lost of network signal. One woman, a pregnant woman sat on the only seat that's made available for customers.  Then from the entrance to the banking hall I heard: "Good morning sir, welcome to ABC Bank." It sounded like that shout that one do hear from the prayer warriors of these special vigils. And then the atmosphere changed, every tired customer brimmed with excitement, two of the bank officials rushed to greet the arrival of the important guest. Both customers and the bank staff were happy, we were happy to have an "Oyinbo" (White man) in our midst. A young, slim but well endowed with big hips, ebony black, tall, beautiful lady volunteered to fan "Oyinbo,...

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In the days of my innocence, when my heart was plain and as transparent as the Flathead lake in Montana USA; I loved this breathtaking damsel by the name Adewunmi. Adewunmi was my classmate at the High School, and I am just three months older than her. And she used to be my best friend. Adewunmi the ebony skin unbending tall slim lady, whose hair was not defiled by any chemical had this sensational Afro-hair style that got me enchanted to her; indeed she was my enchantress. I always get mesmerised with her twinkling eyes, my world momentarily get halted by her show-stopping smile and I daily long to have my lips pressed upon her kissable lips. When all my concentration got totally devoted to her, that my studies, parents nor any other thoughts could share her place in me; then I expressed my feelings for her through an angelic love message encrypted in a letter. In those days, the popularity of E-mailing was not as this strong, in fact Global System for Mobile Communication (G.S.M) wa...

You will not kill me, And I shall not kill myself. Seeing you passing by the palm wine shed joint every evening, I can’t just help but stare at you lasciviously. Your eyes like many sparkling stars of night; Nose with the beauty of a Gazelle; Hair black as the mantle shrouding the blind; An even set of teeth that is white with the whiteness of a cliff that had gathered too much snow; Straight legs like that of an Ostrich, moving like a Cheetah preparing to race; graciously showcasing the ample built of your buttocks carried by the hips; Skin round, smooth, and full. Just as the pomegranate fruit. When I see your eyelashes and its shaping, all I think of is the Bermuda triangle; the path from which all humans both men and women arrive this world after spending nine months in the motherly pouch. Gladly did I invest daily in buying the product of Gladys the Emu Ògùrö seller, the lady with sagging breasts, very flat like the Plaice fish in the ocean- no than...