A Night To Forget - A Short Story

It was 9:28pm and the bustling university Campus had fizzled into a quietness known only to graveyards and funerals. Along the deserted sidewalks, the crickets and frogs relished the sound of their own voices, one call by the small animals was replied by another and soon it seemed that a competition had ensued between the insects and the crocking amphibians.

I walked silently, hastily shuffling by a young couple who strolled cozily hand in hand. Somewhere at the back of mind, i could still recall stories of the victims of this parts especially at night. Phones and other valuables had been willingly surrendered by their owners to gun-trotting hoodlums, who wasted no time in stashing their loots and disappearing into nowhere even before their victims could recover from the quivers of having faced death and emerged alive.

Gradually, i approached the second half of the long sidewalk, this side was besmeared by a swamp which housed a mini-forest, the edge of which had been quickly converted into an illegal dump site. Usually, when one got to this section of the road, your hands would instinctively move to preserve the nose from the odious smell of rotting cadavers and household waste.

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Tolu was a successful music artiste and promoter. Due to his string of successes, he always had new and upcoming artistes knocking on his door everyday, they wished to benefit from his wizardry skills in teleporting artistes and their works from the dark dungeon of oblivion to the limelight.

Tolu was no new victim to beautiful women and their bizarre belief that everyman could be controlled with sex, therefore every other day, he had to withstand the numerous advances by upcoming female artistes to grant them audience in his bedroom, however, he never fell for their coyness. After all, he was not one to mix business with pleasure. For him, money was the only legal means for the exchange of value, moreover, he had a very beautiful girlfriend whom he not only adored, but had pledged to be faithful to.

Mary! the Manager screamed, the

Rebounding In Relationships, The Genesis

It all began on that fateful night of 21st January 2014. The tuneful birds had all retired to their nests, the ever grazing ruminants, to their sheds. Even the supreme of all creations; man, had responded to nature's beckon following the day's hustle and bustle. The only evident sounds which punctured the night's serenity were from the indefatigable croaking of frogs from nearby  creeks, chirping crickets and rustling
Of leaves. The lustrous moon and its innumerable tiny comrades illuminated the night. This very night will forever be engraved on my heart as I relive every drama that unfolded.

We first crossed paths at a religious gathering in early November, 2014. We exchanged personal

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Express your love through words. What you bought would soon spoil and be forgotten, but your words are evergreen and timeless.

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I do not want any other lover than you, all i want is you whether in a gold plate, or a mud pot.

Before i met you, love used to be an ordinary word in the dictionary, since i met you, it has become a little seed, growing daily in the fertile grounds of my heart.

My Love, You are not beautiful. That is too ordinary for you. My Love you are enchanting, you not just beautiful, but the very essence of beautiful itself; you are charming.

If i ever quit loving you,

THE LUSTY MEMOIRS OF A TEENAGE BOY

Truly I had been reading this particular book for about three days now, it was so voluminous and didn’t seem to have any end in sight. I sat on my bed with all my attention fixed on the novel, as if it were a necessary textbook recommended for one of my forthcoming examination. This was the third time I was preparing for my West African Senior Secondary School Examination, the other two times, I had failed with relative ease, my result was so shocking that  even my parents were ashamed of presenting it to my uncle who worked at Yaba College of Technology (YABATECH) for admission there, and infarct when they got over their shock and shame, and finally presented it to him, he swore with both God and man that if I had scored at least an ‘E’ grade in maths, he would have easily eased me into the system; my parents shook their heads in dismay, they all knew my uncle; he was a master at manufacturing excuses.

Following my string of failures, my results and indeed myself had started to become a family disgrace of sorts, women in the neighbourhood had started pointing at me while expressing their disgust in low tones, Fathers began to ban their Children from moving with me.