My obsession comes from within, as chains holding me down to her. We made a promise to each other that as long as we never attached our feelings to it, we would be okay. “But, I have come to love you,” he told her that night. She looked at him with pity in her eyes […]
I returned to school in January 2016 for the second term feeling a little low. I wouldn’t claim to be all fired up and passionate every second in the last term, but I wasn’t cold pap, either. Not that I returned a bowl of cold pap this term, but there was some ginger that was off. The fact that WAEC would start later this term and I may be required to do something I would fight not to do was an added stone or two on my shoulders.
In the first week, it was primarily meetings, writing lesson plans and notes, drafting timetables, and more meetings. Students running away from chores at home were mostly the ones in school this week. One or two bright minds who loved books came in; a handful, I believe, who missed their friends or teachers or both came in.
We gave them the schemes…
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In case you missed the last episode. Catch up here.
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Ikenna and Hosea said it was a terrible idea, taking Obioma to my village. Hosea felt it was too soon; Ikenna felt sorry for my half-salary of a poor salary. So the issue was not whether she was going with me to my village or not, she wasn’t; the issue was how to tell her no.
Hosea told me to lie that I had an emergency and had to rush home alone.
Ikenna told me to follow the back door and bolt.
I considered their counsels for a second then shook my head. “If I won’t take her home, I will look her in the face and tell her no. That is what my ancestors would do.”
“Good luck,” Ikenna said and shook my hands good bye.
“God is your strength,” Hosea said. I shook his hand. “See…
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I published the first two episodes of this series as Nwa Teacher. But the name “Nwa Teacher” doesn’t sound original to me, doesn’t own the story so I decided to tweak the name: I chose “Memories of a Young Man as a Teacher”, now this is my story.
In case you miss the first two episodes, here’s the opening episode; here’s episode two. Let’s do this.
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The principal asked me if I owned a brown suit. I said no. He sighed. “My wedding is coming up next month and the men on suit are not complete.”
Five minutes ago, this man didn’t know what I looked like; now, he was trying to include me in his wedding train. A go-getter, a legend. I smiled. “Do you know anyone you can collect a brown suit from?”
I said no, I don’t know.
He sighed again. He was a…
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I published the first two episodes of this series as Nwa Teacher. But the name “Nwa Teacher” doesn’t sound original to me, doesn’t own the story so I decided to tweak the name: I chose “Memories of a Young Man as a Teacher”, now this is my story.
In case you miss the first two episodes, here’s the opening episode; here’s episode two. Let’s do this.
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The principal asked me if I owned a brown suit. I said no. He sighed. “My wedding is coming up next month and the men on suit are not complete.”
Five minutes ago, this man didn’t know what I looked like; now, he was trying to include me in his wedding train. A go-getter, a legend. I smiled. “Do you know anyone you can collect a brown suit from?”
I said no, I don’t know.
He sighed again. He was a…
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Keep coming for more, pen by Kingsley and blogged at Kingsley.wordpress.com.
In case you are just seeing this, read the first episode here.
The proprietress went through my CV cursorily. Her hands were full of fresh, not a single vein in view: The hands of one who was used to taking vacations to London and South Africa. She nodded as though she had discovered a hidden truth from the reading. “You did English at the University.”
I nodded.
“We need an English teacher. Teach me something new in English.”
“Let’s talk about the verb,” I said.
“But I already know verb.”
“I don’t think you know everything about verbs.”
“You, do you know everything about the verb?”
“I know things that may be new to you.”
She looked at me with narrowed eyes. “You are confident… perhaps too confident. I hope you are not a comrade. We don’t want someone that will come and stir the hornet’s nest here. The…
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Princess Awele knew the real father of the child they were fighting over. The fighters were her brother, prince Adebiyi, and the palace resident, Akile, who had been of good service to the king over the many years of his residence especially during wars.
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Continued from Husband Wanted – 1
She watched them from the window, stomach churning, as her wild heartbeat made her faintly afraid she was about to have a heart attack. If only she would be so lucky, a heart attack would get her out of this farce.
It was hard to count the number of men who turned up for this joke that had gotten far out of hand. Were there a hundred men out there? Two hundred? Three hundred Spartan warriors seeking a wife? She covered her face with her hands and exhaled.
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Husband Wanted, Apply Within
He winced at the sign at the gate, it seemed pedestrian and even inconsistent with the slice of genius that led him here, never mind that he had never seen a husband wanted sign in his 33 years of gulping oxygen. He looked at the tiny scrap of newsprint folded in his palm, unfurled it to look at the requirements again.
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Abducted Episode 20
The is the last post on Abducted, thanks so much for following the story from the first episode till the end. The writer really appreciate everyone for being their cause if the story was written and their was no audience to read it, it would have been a wasted effort. You are all sighted and mouthed, eshey
Chapter 20
IB thanked the nice receptionist in the well-furnished reception before heading up the staircase. She judged an office not from its building but from the reception. The reception area of IKANEX was comforting. The decor was simple and made you feel relaxed. The central air conditioning system ensured that the room stayed cool. The waiting area had sofas arranged in a u-shape and a flat screen television was presently showing a movie on African Magic. There were also business and other magazines on a shelf in the room for those interested.
The receptionist was very friendly and had a nice smile. Ib had noticed a few closed doors downstairs, most likely offices, before she walked up the staircase. Toni – no, Iyke’s office was on the first floor of the building. She was still trying to come to terms with the fact that Iyke was a wealthy man. She had stumbled…
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Abducted Episode 19
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Chapter 19
‘You’ve been back for three months now, babe,’ Cynthia was saying, ‘And you haven’t been yourself. I understand the inconvenience of being abducted but I thought you said the man didn’t hurt you in anyway.’
‘He didn’t hurt me.’ Ib assured her.
‘Then why the long face? Don’t tell me you miss him?’
‘Miss’ was an understatement.
Ib lay on her bed cuddling the largest teddy bear on it. Cynthia sat on the edge of the bed watching her friend. There was a knock on the door and Mary came into the room with a tray of food.
‘Leave it on my reading table, Mary.’ Ib told her maid. ‘Thank you.’
Before her abduction, the words ‘Thank you’ weren’t in her vocabulary but now her vocabulary had also been expanded to include ‘Please’. Mary smiled as she left the room. Everyone had noticed the change in Ib. Her…
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