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Tooooot! Tooooot! The trailer’s blaring horn cut rudely into Awazi’s thoughts. “Oh my days!” she exclaimed. Today, of all the immeasurable number of days in time, Lagos-Ibadan expressway had chosen to be the meeting point of the world union of traffic inducing demons. As her husband would say, the traffic tie wrapper, come wear bandana join dey dance atilogwu. Even a slither of water would not find its way through this bumper to bumper traffic mess, and expectedly, they had passed a generous sprinkling of vehicles that had coughed and given up whatever ghost cars possessed parked by the roadside. The one hour journey from Lagos to Ibadan on a normal day had taken them four hours today. And they had just barely gone past Ogere trailer park. Her only consolation was that her husband Derin had just changed his car. If it had been their old Honda, the air conditioning would have done nothing to alleviate the searing heat. She balanced in the rear seat (popularly called Owner’s Corner) of Derin’s new Kia Sportage jeep. The fact that this was an automatic transmission car also kept him in high spirits during the trip. Had it been their old manual transmission Honda, he would have been a grumpy grouch by now. Derin had done well for the family. He had finally made that move from his old generation, meager salary paying bank to an oil servicing firm whose name eluded her now. And voila, within a year of that move, they had been able to change the car, and had now moved away from Shomolu to finally go to that nice spot behind E-Center in the Sabo area of Lagos she had always wanted them to go to. Life was looking up. “Your ogo looks very knock-able from behind” she said, playfully rubbing his clean shaven head now. Derin laughed without taking his eyes off the road, trying to inch ahead of the minibus that was trying to reenter the road from the red sands of the patch between the road and the bush beside it. “You this Eggon woman from the bushes of Nassarawa wants to slap a full grown Yoruba man’s head. Abomination! We Ibadan men require the liver of a male snail as sacrifice for such atrocities o.”...see what happened next...
Court! Order! The clerk shouted, banging his hand on the well worn exercise book on the table. Only, this clerk was not wearing a suit, he was wearing a colorful Ankara outfit with a sideways matching cap. The room was a medium sized one, with plastic chairs arranged neatly in two sets of four columns, leaving an aisle in the middle. The clerk sat on small wooden chair behind the desk he was banging in the space in front of the room. In the center of the front, an elevated, padded chair was behind a desk not unlike the clerk’s own, but much bigger. This was Baba Risi’s courtroom. See, in this area, we don’t take our disputes to the police or the courts. That’s too long and clumsy, and we really don’t understand all the grammars those people speak. Baba Risi is the chairman of the boys in the area and his court is where we settle everything. Matters are decided promptly, we understand what is being said and God help you if you disobey the judgments. Awon boys will deal with you ruthlessly. So we trust Baba Risi to deliver and he has been doing that for twenty years in our community now. Enjoy the adventures and activities of Baba Risi's court!
A short story about Daniel, a taxi driver based in Nairobi, Kenya, who lives a fairly normal life. On what started out as a typical day at work, he is subtly coerced into taking another trip even though it was late. One last cab ride on a chilly night and he will be done for the day, or so he thought... This is no ordinary passenger; there is a certain sharpness in his voice that instills fear. Is he a soldier? A criminal? Or worse...? This was the ride of Daniel's life. In a trip that seems like forever, Daniel's perspective on life is abruptly changed when he and the passenger have a very important conversation. *Rated Top Downloaded Book of May and June 2018 on OkadaBooks.
A rocket whistled over the head of the man lying in the thicket. All around him, there were the screams of the dead, the dying and the dazed. The MIG 17 bomber rushed in like a hawk swooping down on helpless chicks and delivered its payload. The explosions drowned every other cry and the man dug deeper into the trench he had dug. He had seen two of his comrades go down; one by machine gun bullets and the other’s head was clean taken off while he was running for cover by a huge piece of shrapnel. He knew that the end was inevitable but he vowed to take as many of those Nigerian bastards with him before he went...see what the fuss is all about
This is a short story sequel to His Princess (Men of Valor 3) and the prequel to (Men of Valor 4). Oma should fear the fierce warrior whose captive she’s become after she is seized while spying. The penalty is the lash of his whip. The ache in her body is not from the sting of his flogger but from the scorching heat of his touch. Still, she has to resist him if she wishes to safeguard the secrets she hides. Jide is the prince’s closest guard. His duty is to keep the royal family safe, so he should deliver instant justice to the spy in his chambers. Yet the intense fire in the eyes of his beautiful prisoner Oma stirs him beyond that of any other maiden in his past. When his self-control is tried which will he choose—hand her over for punishment or defy the prince and protect her?
As you can tell from the title, this book is about how a two-time College Dropout became a Corporate Sellout; all in five years. It’s my life story and it’s all true. Don’t get me wrong, the title doesn’t suggest that dropping out of school guarantees success. Far from it. Our streets are full of those who never ‘dropped in’, those who ‘dropped out’, those who ‘went to college’ and several ‘academic achievers’, who after several years haven’t been able to get meaningful employment or make a success out of their lives. This book is my own little way of getting you to become more introspective; to look inwards at what you have. Everyone has ‘dropped out’ in one area of life or the other. Perhaps you’ve dropped out in your finances, academics or relationships; you need to look beyond your present circumstances to see the ‘sellout’ in you. Now, I know what you’re thinking. “Why would you want to spill the beans on your life’s challenges and struggles?” “Aren’t you embarrassed?” “What would people think?” I know. I hear you. But I guess somewhere in my mind and through my experience in sharing what’s become my “test”-imony, I’ve seen countless thousands become inspired and motivated to take a chance on themselves and become the best of themselves. That’s what I hope will happen to you too as you flip through these pages. If that’s your decision at the end of the day, then it would have been worth it. Everyone is born with some form of “disability” or the other. Your disability might be physical, emotional or financial. It could even be as a result of being born ‘on the wrong side of the tracks’. Now, while I don’t make light of your struggles or life’s challenges, the time comes when you’ve got to put your foot down and decide to diss or disregard your disability. Are you going to make excuses for what life should have given you but didn’t or will you decide not to take NO for an answer and grab life by the throat until it answers to you? You decide. As a wise man once said; “it’s not what you don’t have that limits you, it’s what you have, but don’t know how to use”. I’m here to help you discover what you have and help you use it to your advantage. Let’s go. Your journey to fulfillment starts NOW!
Probably the best-known of all Dickens' works, Oliver Twist was originally published as a serial, and sought to bring the public's attention to various contemporary social evils, including the workhouse, child labour and the recruitment of children as criminals.The novel is full of drama, sarcasm and dark humour even as it reveals the hypocrisies of the time.
Austen's finest comedy of manners portrays life in the genteel rural society of the early 1800s, and tells of the initial misunderstandings (and mutual enlightenment) between lively and quick witted Elizabeth Bennet and the haughty Mr. Darcy.
A marriage that should never been. Masks no one could see through. Unbridled tears,unbridled passions,a seemingly endless love,seemingly endless troubles. Omoboye and Kite's story will make your heart race,your eyes water and change everything you know about marriage.
"An appropriate alternative title for this Guide would be: What Google won't teach you about NYSC. Kemi Ogunniyi has done a great job putting this together, to help intending returnees beat a smoother path through the NYSC Jungle..." - Tolu Ogunlesi, Journalist and winner of CNN Multichoice African Journalism Prize, 2009 "The book conveys the NYSC Experience from an exceptionally intelligent and entertaining point of view. It's a candid exposition of the National Youth Service programme experience." Dayo Israel, Special Representative to the United Nations Should I participate in the NYSC Scheme? What is it like? How would I register for it? What would I eat at the NYSC Orientation camp? How does the posting system work? Will I get a good girlfriend / boyfriend during the NYSC year? This informative and entertaining guide covers those questions and more, well, except the ‘getting your girlfriend / boyfriend’ part. A lot of Nigerian graduates who have studied abroad are returning home because of tightening immigration laws in their host countries and new opportunities in Nigeria. For most foreign graduates, returning home means participating in the NYSC scheme, if they are to work in the public or private sectors in Nigeria – it is a national requirement! This booklet will guide you throughout your NYSC journey – from the initial decision making to final completion. If after reading you still have any questions, visit www.otondoguide.com, where you can interact with the author and other intending Otondos. Follow us on twitter: @otondoguide and join our Facebook page, www.facebook.com/foreignotondo
It doesn’t actually take as much as most people think it takes to fall in love. I was twenty seven and not so fresh out of school. I graduated at twenty from a Babcock University and was through with NYSC by twenty one. And as if I was walking on some gilded star, I landed a lucrative job as the assistant to the senior assistant to the directors of a major oil and gas firm (yes, assistants have their own assistants ;) ). Over time, I have grown in the business, and three years ago, one of the directors decided to venture out on his own when the firm refused to take a risk and pursue a certain deal. As a sharp Lagos girl, I had rightly guessed that the deal was gold and so I moved with him when he set up. It wasn’t easy in that first year, moving from the comfort and certainty of my first office but now, we are a thriving oil and gas firm, and I am the senior assistant to him, the sole owner. I am more or less the next most powerful person in the company after him. And I am just twenty seven with my own house in Lekki Phase 1, a state of the art SUV and an official salon car with my own driver. And yes, I now have my own assistants. I was a bigz girlz, and I enjoyed life to the fullest, like Wizkid sang London today, Lagos tomorrow, Reks baybay lokeloke, omo jaiye jaiye *pauses to play the song and do an Azonto to it :D *. Back to the story...see what happened next!