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They Don't Want To Know

This is a write-up by Adeniyi Omolara who hopes to give a narrative insight into the relationship of an unmarried lady and her demanding society for her to get married. Enjoy!! ********* **** African Parents------- School------Marriage… They don’t want to know how you want to do it. Haba!!! Mum calm down now…wetinsef, will I put sign board on my head? This was the thought in my head each time mum says we get to talk. I know the discussion will not be out of the normal one… ‘Husband’.” Our parent are so fund of these discussion once you are done schooling, some can even give you some breathing space till you finish your NYSC let God bless you make you kon finish oh! ‘Get a job, your own don finish for that house’ after that, the look in their eyes and every discussion in the house will be link to husband matter. The way you carry things in the house, will be link to husband matter! The way you clean house… husband matter, the way you eat, talk, dress, carry out you
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The Corridor of Hell

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This is a work of fiction by  Omotayo Taofiq Suleman , note that non of the character, location or event are real. you can contact me on 08068833118 or 79ce6b47 please note that this write-up is unedited ********** ***** The hostel was so dark and quiet but once in a while you could hear the cracking sound of the bunks when it occupant rolls on it or the snoring coming from a corner of the room, everyone was fast asleep. The previous night had been ‘burn fire’ where almost everyone had a lot to drink, eat, smoke and had male corp members to keep them company for the previous night. Lamide kept rolling on her bed trying hard to sleep but she couldn’t, she wished she had bought a sleeping pill from ‘mammy-market’ but it was too late. The time was 2:15am and she still couldn’t sleep, she try covered her head with her blanket and closed her eyes tight hoping it will make her fall asleep. Suddenly, she heard people grumbling and crying quietly, the sound was coming from no p
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Poem: My Right

note: This poem must not be copied and pasted anywhere else without the owners permission!!             My Right Why should I know my right? In a society where things are never right Facing problems left and right With stronger hands I am held tight Because I can not fight Why should I know my right When I am not made to fight Feeling cheated by their sight Hiding around like a rat When all they want is ‘Be quite’ Why should I know my right? In a place where there is no life No food, no water, no light Like zombie, I pretend to be alive Later they shout ‘You are alright’ Why should I know my right? Where corruption is no longer plight Millionaires leaving by flight Everyday my soul at alert Boom!!! I run for my life Written by: Omotayo Suleman
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Poem: Let Us Wake-Up

note: this poem must not be copied and pasted anywhere else without owners permission!!                       Let us wake-up Over five decades we still sleep On a bed socked of our urine Salivating as we snore Carried away by black illusion Into the world our fantasies Through the road of positive imagination Wonderful world we see in our dreams Filled with honey and cream Making desert turn rain forest Letting our touches gives gold In our hell we now see paradise It is right the time! Let us wake up From self accursed slumber With strong determination Only then can we achieve great satisfaction For a brighter future That awaits us the new generation  Written by:  Omotayo Suleman
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Enigma

by: Omotayo Taofiq Suleman  He looked down the street, all was deserted, and it seems as if he was the only person in the city. It is dark and the breeze was cold. He could not tell how he got to the street in the middle of the night. “Hello, is anybody here...can anyone hear me?” he shouted into the dark street only to hear his echo talk back. Gradually, he began to get scared and wasn’t comfortable as the mid-night breeze blew harder. He slowly walked down the road not knowing where to go in particular, he hears as thunder strikes with sharp lightning which only brightens his environment every second. He was able to see buildings, cars, shops….he saw dead bodies laying in pool of blood “o my God….where am I?” he screamed as he rushes to go see who the dead victims might be. He could not identify any of the seven dead bodies but they all looked familiar. Gradually the rain which started as drops of water now got heavier, this made him panic and began to run seeking for shelter, he
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The Day I Died: 14th April, 2014

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NOTE : Do not copy or paste this write-up anywhere else this is purely the work of Omotayo Taofiq Suleman (unedited version) 5:45am The alarm clock at my bed side had done it job perfectly by waking me from a horrible dream, horrible indeed……. A dream in which I saw myself locked-up in a coffin and was being lowered down six feet below. Within the coffin which I lay helplessly I could still hear wailing of friends and relatives. Indeed I was the cause for the sorrowful gathering. I felt I was dead but I knew I was still alive, I could not breath, I was suffocating. I could neither move nor shout like I had been spell bond within the horrible dark coffin. Suddenly, I felt a mysterious wind rush through my pores causing a great fright within my body system….. very strong, very sharp and very mischievous something whispered into my ears “IT IS TIME”  I awoke with sweat and fear all over me, ‘it is time!….. it is time!….. but time for what’? I asked myself as I was still lay
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Location: Abuja, Nigeria
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