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Two Men……and a Window

Posted: September 14, 2013 in Uncategorized

Collection of Stories

It will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking..two_men

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same
hospital room.

One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an
hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from
his lungs.

His bed was next to the room’s only window.

The other man had to spend all his time flat on
his back.

The men talked for hours on end.

They spoke of their wives and families, their
homes, their jobs, their involvement in the
military service, where they had been on

Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the
window could sit up, he would pass the time by
describing to his roommate all the things he could
see outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live for those
one hour periods where his world would be

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I know there are incredible people out there, doing incredible things. Can you believe these are paintings not pictures?
Whatever talent you have, horn it and become incredibly amazing at it.

boy with a hat

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50 Word Stories

Posted: July 14, 2013 in Uncategorized

50 Word Stories.

Four stories of fifty words each. Enjoy!

Posted: November 14, 2012 in Uncategorized

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I sat beneath the deep blue sky

Compassed with thoughts that made me sigh

I knew right in my heart of hearts

That I had left the sacred paths

I wondered if there was a way

To bridge the mighty gap that lay

Between the righteous Holy One

And me the ever erring son

I looked behold, a gleam I saw

A ray of hope in sight to cure

The pain that only I could feel

The sin that Jesus came to seal

The cross that shed His precious blood

The grace and mercy in His word

Became to me the bond of love

That drew me to the one above.

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Continued Excerpt

Posted: May 20, 2012 in Uncategorized

 The Friendship Diaries


It was almost two o clock when I stopped for a break. I was ready to have lunch after having missed breakfast. Sometimes I can’t believe I have to spend an entire two days in the hospital doing what I do but when I’m saving lives by figuring out what is wrong with people and helping them get over it, two on call days pass very quickly. I can’t however ignore the call for food because it’s what keeps me going. This wasn’t actually lunch, it was more like brunch. I ordered white rice and fish.

“Hi fancy meeting you here.” I’d know that suave voice anywhere. “Hi Jade are you on duty today?”

“Hi!” I turned around surprised. I always just happen to run into Dr. George. Sometimes I got the funny feeling he was stalking me. There was a little crowd by the canteen stand. “Yeah I’m on duty, call too.”

“Have you paid for that?”

He pointed at the plate deposited in front of me while the sales girl waited impatiently.

“No.. I…” I wondered why I always get so flustered when this guy appears.

“I’ll get it don’t worry.” He wiped out his wallet as he ordered Jollof rice and dodo with chicken. “Have you bought a drink?”

I was looking for a way out. “No, water will be just fine.”Hadn’t I promised myself no more lunches with this guy? I watched the sales girl dish out the food. Ever since my date with the girls, I’ve been feeling a little guilty talking to him. Before then it had been easy but lately I’d been asking myself what qualified as infidelity.

“Two bottles of medium water. I guess I’ll just follow your cue. It is so much healthier isn’t it?” he gave me a smile which I returned brightly.

“Yes.” I picked up my tray and looked round for an empty seat. Even though the canteen was originally created for the staff of the hospital, many patients flocked in to eat because the food was so much better.

I really had to get a grip on myself. It was just George despite the fact that we had attended the same medical school in Ibadan and he hadn’t noticed me then. He was three years my senior and had been tripped when I answered an advanced question during my first ward round as a house officer correctly. He had been the junior reg handling the ward round that day as the consultants were not around. I was conveniently and seriously dating Nd by then so there was no chance we could ever be more than friends but he had so obviously taken an interest in me. Why did I find myself wishing?

He had followed me with his tray and two bottles of water. “I hope you don’t mind that I join you, I hate eating alone.”

“Feel free.” I pointed to the empty seat.

We started to eat. He talked about his work in surgery and how he was planning to move from general surgery to orthopaedics and all the while all I could think of was Dele’s question. ‘What was I doing with him?’ He was nice, he went to church and had a basic belief system as touching Christ but was there more to this friendship than I cared to admit and was it right to hang around with someone I had liked for a long time prior to meeting my husband. Did I have a right to ask him to lets define the friendship or was I reading too much into his friendship based on my own confused feelings and my friends worried guesses?

I watched him for a while my heart beating as I wondered how to frame my question. On second thoughts I changed my mind. “I think I’m going to stay in family medicine for a while. At least it helps me focus on my family goals.”

“Ah!” he smiled. “Kids in view?”

I smiled as I turned my spoon over in my hand and shook my head. “Not yet.” It was amazing how after a few minutes with him I always managed to relax and keep my cool. The school girl crush vanishes and I remember I’m a wife to someone who loves me and he’s just a friend.

“What’s the matter?” he inquired. “Your husband is not interested or you want to wait?”

I thought about that question for a while as I continued turning the spoon over, wondering whether to answer it or not. With George, I always found myself baring my soul.


He dabbed at his mouth with tissue paper. The look on his face said he was about to stumble on something private about me. “Honestly.”

“I want to wait. But I don’t have the courage to tell my husband.” This was something I hadn’t ever told anyone. I had never told my friends Yinka and Dele either. I don’t know what prompted me to tell him and at that moment, I wasn’t planning on telling him any more than that.

This is a story of love, friendship and trust, told in the first person singular from the perspective of six different people. It is a work in progress and is guaranteed to touch some of the issues single young people face. Over the next couple of days, i will post 6 different pages from the book. kindly leave a comment and i would really appreciate it.



Excerpt from The Friendship Diaries



The knock on my door was loud. I wondered if it was my mother or one of my sisters. I usually don’t have afternoons off like this to sleep in so the intrusion was unwelcome but then this was a special weekend, my family was visiting. I got up reluctantly and slipped on my shirt. The knock came again a little more loudly. “Coming!” I yelled.

It was Nnenna. She was all dressed up and carrying a handbag. A quick check revealed her luggage in the hallway. My eyes were still squinting from sleep. “Nne…”

“I’m leaving brother.” Her look was dark and sullen.

“What’s happening?” I asked slowly buttoning my shirt. “Your camp is still a week away and the house is locked till we settle the issue with uncle IK. Where are you going?”

“I’m going back to Enugu. I’ll stay with friends. At worse I’ll stay with sister Chioma.”

I took a long hard look at my younger sister and reached out a hand for her. “Come in. Come for a moment before you go.” I drew her in hoping to get her to change her mind even though I knew how headstrong she sometimes was.

I closed the door and led my sister to the bed. “Sit.”

She sat obediently but was looking in another direction. “Brother. I’ve made up my mind o!”

“I just want to talk to you.” I replied as I drew up a chair from the corner of the room and sat facing her. “Listen Nnena, your life is your own and no one can force you to do what you don’t want to do. But you have to admit you can’t live life without elders, people who have seen more of this life than you have…”

“I know that.” She said. “And I think I’m allowed to make my own mistakes.”

“Yes, Nne. You can experience life and make a few mistakes but don’t make the same ones other people have made. Learn from theirs and avoid it if possible.”

“Okay, brother, so are you telling me that marrying Jadesola has been a mistake?”

“I’ve not said that….”

“Then why does mama make me feel that my choosing Aminu is a mistake?”

I shook my head. “You’ve misunderstood her….”

“She’s always misunderstood.”

“Nne!” I held up my hand. “Let me land. Mama loves you and she wants the best for you. That’s all she has ever wanted, the best for all of us.”

“By controlling our destiny, choosing where we go and whom we marry?”

“No…” I gasped. “Look at me, did she choose my university or which course I studied?”

“You can’t compare yourself with us, you are the only boy and you are her favorite.”

“Nne that is not true….”

“It is true!” She turned to me. “It’s true and you know it. She can’t say anything to you. She couldn’t say anything to you as long as papa was alive. She couldn’t stop you from coming to Lagos.”

“Okay let’s say that is true.  Let’s say all what you are saying is true. What is she going to get out of it? What will she gain? Have you ever put yourself in her shoes? Do you know what it feels like to lose your husband and then have all your kids leave home one by one to strange lands faraway? Have you ever thought how lonely it will be for her, have you?” I exploded now. “Nne, I need you to stop being selfish for once in your life and think about someone else other than yourself. I know what I faced standing up to the whole family when I decided to marry Jadesola when everyone was clearly against it. I didn’t just give up on everybody and do my own thing. I didn’t run away from the family when I was alone in my decision, I stayed and made them see reason because in any way I would still need their blessing.”


The Bridge

Posted: May 20, 2012 in Uncategorized

I sat beneath the deep blue sky

Compassed with thoughts that made me sigh

I knew right in my heart of hearts

That I had left the sacred paths

I wondered if there was a way

To bridge the mighty gap that lay

Between the righteous Holy One

And me the ever erring son

I looked behold, a gleam I saw

A ray of hope in sight to cure

The pain that only I could feel

The sin that Jesus came to seal

The cross that shed His precious blood

The grace and mercy in His word

Became to me the bond of love

That drew me to the one above.


Posted: May 20, 2012 in Uncategorized


Welcome to my first attempt at blogging and thanks for taking the time out to visit my page. As a nigerian,  i grew up with the mentality that my people do not read and so it wasn’t a really common to find people who wrote proffessionally and made a living out of it. Reading was something we did in school during literature and only because we had to write exams on them.

Growing up with a love and wonder for books made me somewhat introverted and I was really tripped to find (which was rare in those days) a like minded friend who shared my love for books and ardent reading.

I would often curl up in a chair in my room or hidden under the stairs penning my first attempts at writing at the tender age of ten and i was really too shy about showing it to anyone. I thought they were not really good at first. As my siblings began to grow and read my writings, i guess my confidence began to soar and i began to publicly come out with some of my poems.

This blog was mainly created to see what the public thinks about my writing and over the next few days, i will post a few poems and snipets of some of my prose work just to get a feel of what the general reading public has to say about this upcoming writer as she journeys into writing proffessionally.

Thanks for your time, I hope you do enjoy.