I was miserable when I heard the news of the attack on and massacre of the students of Federal Government College Buni-Yadi in Yobe State in the early hours of this morning while they were sleeping in their hostels.  29 children or more! I screamed with utter disbelief. Even animals deserve better. Many thoughts raced through my mind as I tried to resist the urge to weep for my country. Why would young men invade a secondary school just to slaughter innocent, young children?  What offense did these harmless children commit?  What are our leaders doing about these indiscriminate killings?  Where were the Nigerian Police Force, the Nigerian Army JTF and other security agencies?  Why would our security agencies and agents guard only first class citizens and not our schools, offices, markets, homes?  Are we still safe in this country?  Are some people more Nigerian than others?  Why are the decent citizens of this nation ...

MY INSPIRATION FOR THIS ARTICLE? THE RECENT PURCHASE OF WHATSAPP BY FACEBOOK Before the advent of mobile phones, digital cameras and internet data plans, most Nigerians were very reluctant to release their personal details, information or picture s to anybody not closely related to them. In fact, I can still recall that giving a stranger your personal details was almost a taboo, forgetting your picture with a displeased lover was a bad omen and the reason behind strings of ill luck. Ladies only sent their pictures to prospective husbands and in the event of the relationship failing irredeemably, the couple ensured that they recovered their pictures and personal items from each other. Those days are however, gone and I do not know whether to say sadly or gladly. With the advent of the internet and the mobile phone s , Nigerians broke out from the shackles of being very security conscious or overly secretive and embraced the world of the World Wide Web . We delved into...

THE STORY OF PETE AND EMILIA WILL DEFINITELY SEND CHILLS DOWN YOUR SPINE. SIT BACK AND ENJOY IT ********** “Nikky he proposed!” “OMG!” I screamed and hugged Emilia tightly. She happily raised her left hand and showed off the glittering and expensive engagement ring. “Girl we are celebrating this and it’s my treat!” I said with finality. Emilia managed to sneak out of the hospital and we had a grand celebration.   Pete and Emilia had met at the hospital. He was involved in a ghastly motor accident and Emilia was the only doctor on call when they rushed him to the small clinic. She had saved his life. Pete became fond of his doctor and their friendship grew stronger. After Pete was discharged, their love extended beyond the hospital walls. Emilia had peace with Pete unlike her previous turbulent relationships. Pete was crazy about his girl. Their love for each other was made in heaven or so we thought.

“What do you think? Our men are well trained and taken care of. We are ready for action.” Bola continued her tutorials after our tour. “Why did you bring me here?” My voice sounded hoarse and strange. My eyes flashed with indignation and I saw the smile fade from Bola’s face. She stared at me with a subtle hostility and I felt my fears dissipate. We were alone behind one of the numerous thatched huts strewn all over the massive ground. Tall trees and a huge hill obscured and shielded them from sight. Fierce looking young men with automatic rifles guarded the main gates. A dozen men who appeared to be soldiers were being trained in the open and they hardly noticed us during the tour.I stared at the red and black flag flapping on a pole behind her and it suddenly dawned on me that I was in a rebel camp. “What is this place? Bola, are you out of your mind? This is a criminal offense! You are training terrorists for heaven’s sake!” “Calm down Nikky. It’s not what...

Like every celebration or event, Valentine's Day has come and gone. Although I strongly believe that love should be celebrated, shared and shown every day and not on any particular day, I am still curious. "How did you celebrate your Valentine's Day?" Feel free to give us all the juicy details :)) Relax cos I will share mine...lol! I Love You all!!!  XOXO

St Valentine’s Day, Valentine’s Day or better still; Lovers day is observed on the 14 th of every year. Although his history is a bit shrouded in myth and facts, most scholars believe that St. Valentine was a Catholic priest who was imprisoned for performing weddings for soldiers who were forbidden to marry and ministering to Christians persecuted under the Roman Empire. While in Prison, he healed Julia, the blind daughter of his jailer. Before his execution, he wrote her a letter and as a farewell, he signed it; “Your Valentine.” He was martyred for refusing to renounce his religion and his sacrifice for love. The celebration of St. Valentine did not have any romantic connotation until the 14 th century when Geoffrey Chaucer composed a poem for the engagement between England’s Richard II and Anne of Bohemia. Today, it is popularly referred to as “Lovers day” and is celebrated in many countries as an occasion for lovers to express love to each other through presenta...

Lindy's story made my day. I hope you are touched as well... "When I look at him, I have a broad smile on my face and peace in my heart because he is the best part of my life. The best thing to have happened to me. Having him by my side makes trials of life feel like a bed of roses" I met my heartthrob during my National Youth Service Corps. I was posted to a remote village in the middle-belt region. While I served, all I could think of was how I needed God to make time fly, literally fly. Mid way into service, I met this tall, dark and handsome young man, TDH as the ladies would say. He had the most amusing dress sense I had ever come across. It was love at first sight, I must say. However, after 24hrs with him, every single excitement or feeling I thought I had, became as dead as a doornail. They don't tell us in the movies that love at first sight does not last for too long. He acted like he knew everything. Acted like "little Mr Per...

My Name is Okey. I am an Architect and like I informed you yesterday, on the 14 th of this year 2014, I shall propose to my girlfriend of one year and friend of many years. I love your stories and since it’s the love season, I want to share my story with you. “See fine girls.” My kid brother whispered in my ear. It was a Sunday and service was about to start. I followed his gaze and saw two very beautiful and gorgeously dressed ladies headed towards us. They took up the vacant chairs beside ours. My kid brother sat up and smiled at them. They gave him a distasteful look and turned away. “Aint we in luck? God just answered my prayers.” He whispered again. We? I thought and decided to focus on the reverend and God all through the service. No beautiful Nigerian lady would have time for a jobless fellow like me. To me, talking to a lady was a crime and getting married was a dream that would never come true. So I thought until I bumped into Tina. She came into my li...

Concluding Part of Diana's Story...     This could not be happening ! Diana thought as she placed her phone beside her leather bag on the passenger's seat . Her career was in jeopardy! She was already ten minutes late for her meeting with the company’s major client all because a careless driver decided to park his car right behind her car. Being late for appointments was alien to her and for the first time since she resumed with the new multinational company, she had to call her clients to extend the time of the meeting. She stared at the guards who was beside her car with displeasure.They were obviously helpless and reluctant. After some minutes of dragging their feet, one of them mustered up courage went off to get the owner of the car . That was five minutes ago, she thought irately while staring at her wrist watch. Hissing impatiently , Diana got down from her car and turned towards the second security guard...

It's February and as you all know, its the month of LOVE!! So its going to be love stories all the way. Feel free to forward your original love stories to my email (nikyjone@gmail.com) so I can put them up. Don't forget to include your name.. short stories though. We are starting with Diana's story. Enjoy!! ******************* "I am in love!" Diana announced the moment she stepped into my home. I closed my front door and watched her do a little dance before flopping onto my couch. "What did you say?" I asked while taking a step towards her and the couch. "He is just wonderful!" She exclaimed. I had actually heard her the first time. I just wanted to be sure that my ears were not failing me. There is something you need to know about Diana. She is a nerd. A cool headed, kind, very ambitious, focused, adorable, religious, extremely reserved, you can't get under her skin kind of person. The word "love" was n...

“Thank you for accepting my impromptu invitation.” “I should be thanking you for making me eat today;” I said on a laugh. “I always forget to go for lunch. All thanks to my job.” A waiter came over and cleared our table. The food was delicious and the service impeccable. The hotel truly lived up to its standards.   “I hardly do breakfast, so lunch is a must for me.” Ted finished and met my gaze. “Food is always the last thought on my mind whenever I step into that office. There is so much to do.” I suddenly felt like taking a nap.   “Nikky you need a Vac! Guess what? To show my appreciation for all the good work you have been doing for my firm, we are going to sponsor your vacation to the best resort in any part of the country. Your choice!"...

“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 reaso...