“Can I have this dance with you?” He drawled with a glint in his eyes and a charming smile on his lips.   Na fake oyibo movie be this?   I asked myself and turned to look at the giggling lady beside me. Tina jabbed my ribs with her elbow, I flinched and turned back to the man with the fake accent. His sagged baggy jeans and braided hair turned me off instantly. Trying to hide my disgust, I smiled politely at him;   “Sorry, my shoes are too tight.” He frowned and without another word, turned and headed for the far end of the garden. That was a lie. My shoes were perfect but dancing was the last thing on my mind. It was a Friday night and I was at an old friend’s birthday party with Tina, my colleague. Judging by the crowd, the enthralling mansion and fleet of deluxe cars in his garage, he was unarguably very popular and rich. According to Tina, it was all c ourtesy of his wealthy and generous father-in-law. Lucky man, I confessed. The only reason I had agreed

Its a Friday and I am elated because yesterday, posts on this blog clocked TWENTY and I think it's worth celebrating! Relax. No partying yet... Before I start popping bottles,  I want to say a big thank you to you all for making today possible. Especially for reading my stories and making out time to comment. I deeply appreciate NIB fans like; Chyk, troublemaker, MichaelDenis, Juddy, Dan, Odinaka, Jayne, Chibueze, Emmanuel, Ken, Helen, Mr. Mba and every other person wey don comment for my posts. It has been fun and I love your comments. Please keep them coming and I promise not to run out of stories... .hopefully . Enjoy your weekend!!!!

“I will kill him. I will kill them all!” Paul yelled as he barged into my office . I looked up from my thick case file and saw him by the door. He looked unkempt and the strong stench of hard liquor suddenly filled the office. His eyes were red and distant. His hands were clenched into fists and his normally pleasant demeanor was contorted in an all consuming fury. “Paul! Are you okay? What happened?” I queried softly, fearing for the worst. He opened his mouth to explain but words failed him. Gasping, his knees bolted and he crumpled to the floor.   I sprang up and rushed over to his side. Paul was visibly shaken. I closed the office door in the face of our secretary and the junior lawyers and tried to help him up. Paul was the last person to get upset over anything. So who could have upset him on a Tuesday morning? “What happened? Please talk to me.” He turned puffy eyes on me;  “My brother- in-law...my wife...I...” he stuttered and broke down co

Her heart beat accelerated. She could feel blood rushing through her veins. Calm down! She cautioned herself. Taking steadying breathes Sarah tried to focus on her clients and not the anger rising within her. “My son is innocent. They just want to victimize him because my husband is dead.”   The woman said on a sob and dabbed at her swollen eyes with a damp handkerchief. Indeed ! Sarah thought and shifted her gaze to the cute boy seated next to the whimpering lady. He should be in his early twenties she guessed while taking in his popped collar and fake “bling-blings.” Guilty as Charged was written all over him. He was definitely guilty she concluded. In fact, she could bet her wig and gown on it. Suddenly running out of patience with the sobbing woman, Sarah sat back and cleared her throat noisily...

A FRIEND SENT THIS TO ME..READ AND LAUGH TGIF!!!! DEAR FEMALE FRIENDS, (I can no longer address you as girlfriends) DUE TO THE NEW LAW BANNING SAME-SEX RELATIONSHIPS, please note that I shall no longer be able to do the following: 1. Address you as dearie, sweetie, my lovie, girlfriend mi, etc. These names may be misconstrued by some overzealous law enforcement olopa. Henceforth, I shall address you by name....Esther,Aisha, Funmi etc. 2. I shall no longer hug, blow kisses, hold hands, or engage in any body contact with you. If we're caught, the "evidence" would be worse than calling you pet names. Only handshakes and eyebrow wiggles are now allowed. I shall also cease to send smileys like hearts, kisses, and hugs. Do not send them to me either or I shall have to unfriend you to guarantee my continued freedom. 3. Dancing together at parties is now forbidden. If you see me especially in public places, please refrain from excitedly waving at me. A

I applied the pink gloss on my lips and smiled at myself in the hand mirror. It made my lips fuller and I liked the shade. “I will take it.” I said and smiled at the sales girl.  “Nikky!” I turned swiftly and beheld a very fair and heavy woman. My eyes went to her glittering neck. "that necklace must have cost a fortune" I thought while trying to recall where I had met her. She was totally unfamiliar. Hastily moving over, she imprisoned my body in a tight embrace. The woman nearly strangled me but I eventually managed to free myself from her bear hug. Straightening out my creased top, I noticed that the strange woman was still very excited at seeing me, so I decided to play along. After all, she go soon move on;  I thought, but she persisted in her admiration of my figure and kept on bombarding me with questions. That was when I owned up. “It’s me! Bola! Your camp bunky!”

Victor Chukwueke's story won today's vote as the most inspirational. I was deeply inspired. According to this article by the US COMMITTEE FOR REFUGEES AND IMMIGRANTS, he overcame obstacles and achieved his life long dreams. Read below The last time the mother and son saw each other was when Victor, now 25, left Nigeria to live in the United States at the age of 15.  Fast-forward a decade, and Victor is not only graduating with honors from Wayne State University, he is also a commencement speaker.  His mother, Mary, arrived in Detroit to witness this major milestone in her son’s life.  BATTLING A GENETIC DISORDER Just ten years ago, neither Victor nor his mother would have thought such an achievement possible.  As a child, growing up in an impoverished family in a rural village in Nigeria, Victor developed large tumors on the top of his head and side of his face.  His mother took him from hospital to hospital to seek treatment for his condition, an extreme

Add caption A Suicide bomber killed at least 17 people in Maiduguri today at the popular GSM market near the post office at about 2pm shortly after the Zuhur prayers . I was deeply saddened by this news and I join with peace loving Nigerians in offering my heart felt sympathy to families who lost loved ones. No words can reduce the pain you are feeling right now, but just know that they have gone to a better place. Nigerians share in your loss. MAY THEIR SOULS REST IN PERFECT PEACE, AMEN.

A short excerpt from my novel Sunrise...   SIERRA LEONE, FREETOWN. “Ambassador!”                          Anthony stopped and turned towards the unfamiliar, tall and dark man. He frowned slightly as the man raised a glass of creamy liquid towards him. How did he recognize me? Anthony thought aghast at the fact that his cover had been blown. His eyes flicked over the huge thugs beside and around the tall and dark fellow and his frown deepened.   He had no idea who the man was. Waving briefly he turned and headed for the course. His caddy, a young boy of twelve who was apparently too tall for his age, tagged along behind him almost dragging his stand bag.   Golf was a vital part of him now. Whenever he moved into a new town, aside from verifying his reservation at the hotel, he always made it a point of duty to check out the best golf club in the town. The famous Lumley Beach was right across the course and was one of the sights he found appealing in Freetown. Th

Something has been bothering me. It has been on my mind for too long and it’s all because I have noticed that people have ceased to set their priorities right.  Sometime last year, I decided to take a walk in a park near my home. Over the years, I have seen people jogging, taking walks and even walking their dogs in that park but for reasons best known to me, I had managed to keep my distance. Well, that day, I decided to break my rules and take a walk in the park. After walking around for a while, I found a nice spot with a good view under a tree to rest my long legs. The park was not crowded on that day and so suited my mood. I was appreciating nature and the gentle breeze caressing my skin when three young ladies claimed the spot next to me. I looked over at them and fell in love with their flattering knee- length garden dresses and gorgeous accessories. They looked so alive. They smiled at me; I waved at them and continued with my admiration of nature and the little ki

How do you define beauty? Is it that exquisite mansion, that delicious cuisine; that dolled up, curvaceous, sexy and mysterious lady or that tall man with muscular abs and great biceps? Is your definition of beauty influenced by fashion magazines, your environment, the media, your personal standards, your culture, your friends or your mum? The fact that “gorgeous” people get preferential treatment while the “not so beautiful” people are viewed as unintelligent and imperfect is a sad fact of life. That notwithstanding, I must say that the definition of beauty is subjective. A friend of mine once introduced me to a lady he described as the most beautiful woman he ever dated. 

THIS IS EVA'S SIDE OF THE STORY... Pushing the heavy volume to one side of my table, I rubbed my eyes and yawned. My stomach growled angrily from neglect. I had a lot on my plate and food was not even on the menu.  My work load had doubled with Eva's exit. Eva! I thought and smiled. She was an Angel, a confidant, a hard worker and a reliable friend. She knew how to get me out of my chair and into the canteen for my break. I just missed her and even my principal was having a tough time finding a replacement. She was more than a colleague. People like Eva and Ted were rare gems. People of strong character and discipline. Hard times could not break them. It only made them stronger. Their love for each other reminded me of   1st Corinthian chapter 13, Verse 4 to... you know that chapter that defines Love? Yes that chapter. This is not a bible class so check it out if you want to. Anyway, I'm sure you are tired of my rambling and want to know why Ted was cryin

MY APOLOGIES FOR PUTTING IT DOWN. ENJOY... The talk about neighbors awakened memories and I think it is fair to share.  It was a long time ago. At that time, a girl friend of mine was living with me. Let's call her Gloria. A very adorable and adventurous young lady. Hard working too. We got home from work one evening and noticed a truck in front of the vacant house next to mine. Well, people had been trickling in to check the house out, so we were not perturbed. By late evening, Gloria confirmed that we were going to have a new neighbor. The news was such a relief or so we thought at the time. The next day, we were aroused by the door bell. It was a Saturday and since we were not expecting any visitor, we ignored the bell. When the intruder persisted, I dragged myself out of my warm bed, trudged to the door and without another thought, unlocked and pulled the door open.  “Hello. Good morning.” A cheerful and unfamiliar voice greeted.  I looked up and f

Eva looked at her wrist watch again and frowned It was way beyond her dismissal time and he was yet to show up.   Eva was a colleague of mine back in my Paralegal days at a prominent Law Firm. We shared the same office and a lot of feminine secrets, so I knew what was bothering her. It was Ted. She paced up and down our tiny office and eventually turned towards me; “He is late. I’m getting worried.” I sighed and came over to hold her hands. Ted was indeed running late. Let me tell you about Ted and Eva. This is not a regular love story. It is something way beyond that. Ted loved Eva more than anything in the world. He would gladly give up his life for her. She was the only woman in his life. I know you are thinking; “A Naija man die for you? Story!” In fact, when I first met them I had thought it was all a deception but as the days flew by, I accepted that their love for each other was tested and trusted. It was more spiritual than physical.  

I love Sundays. There is something peaceful about that day. I a m not so Spiritual , but I try to keep the Sabbath day holy. I habitually check on my friends after morning Mass on Sundays . I call it ; my Home call day . However, that Sunday I decided to do something different. I had bought fresh fruits from the market the previous day, so I blended them together and made a jug of fresh fruit juice. Being in the mood, I cooked a delectable pot of fried rice and chicken with egg sauce and salad. I m sure I would have won a competition with my little feast. Eagerly, I dished out my mouth watering meal , turned on the Air conditioner, picked a movie and pressed the play button of my DVD. Sitting comfortably on the carpet covered floor of my living room, I said a short prayer and was reaching for my spoon when my phone rang. I must point out that there is nothing as annoying as being distracted when you are about to enjoy a delicious meal . Sighing deeply, I retrieved my ph

My eyes flew open. “What was that sound?”   It was a dark and cold night. I had closed the windows and pulled the blinds to shut out the cold and the outside light before falling asleep. I held my breath and listened while reaching for my phone. I blinked steadily so as to get accustomed to the bright light of my phone. Ignoring the missed call and blackberry messenger icons, I focused on the clock. It was 2am.   Just then, my phone beeped and my battery died. Groaning, I tossed the phone to one side of my bed and pulled my blanket over my head. I must have been dreaming, I concluded and tried to lure my system back to sleep but the sound of a window shattering made me spring up. I knew I had heard something. My heart beat accelerated. “Someone is trying to break into my home!” I screamed in my head.  What am I going to do? What number do I reach the Police on? With my phone dead, how would I reach them? Cold ripples ran down my body and I felt so helpless. I closed my

It had taken me close to thirty minutes to find a parking space and the crowd of people trooping into th is mall I have heard a lot about; made me conclude that since it was a festive season, there would definitely be a live show by my best musician; 2Face or even a crusade by a popular Reverend. Curiosity boosted my steps and the thought of a live show made my heart beat to accelerate slightly. Eagerly, I stepped into the popular massive shop that had replaced the park that I had grown up to know and love, only to see more people headed in one direction. No band was playing; no DJ was spinning his wheels. I was disappointed. Sadly, but still curious, I joined the crowd and stepped into a beautiful, ultra modern shopping mall. The goods seemed to be calling out to me. Gosh, I was tempted to buy that tasty chocolate bar. The decor and arrangement of the interior was awesome and breathtaking. It was simply gorgeous and cheap. I was still lost in admiration when a man with