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At Canterbury, mum didn’t lose a sweat identifying the location given to her, which is also an apartment she once lived in with our dad. She entered to find not just the lawyer sited, but most of my dad’s old colleague as well, including his boss. Pleasantries were in accordance; even though mum couldn’t really grasp, and understand why all the people she met there were actually really there for seeing how the will is that of her husband. Mum was quite mature about her facial and body expression because she don’t wanna arouse any attention to both her and her daughter. Soon everyone sat to listen to the will of Mr mason, before death, Dad instructed the lawyer to play a video of him before reading out the will to everyone. The video was a recording my dad made without the consent of my mum 7 years ago, the video was recorded while mum and dad were on the bed talking about I and Kerry and our love for the beach, even though the video ended abruptly, mum didn’t look confused like everyone in that room which were present for the hearing of the will. Now it was time for the will to be read, and the lawyer showed everyone the sealed envelope containing the will, as at this time my sister who was narrating the whole story to me said she was tired and confused already, because all she knew about dad was fast becoming a thing of less tangibility and that she wasn’t sure she wanted to stay in that room anymore. When I asked her, what is it that made her stay eventually, she said it was because of mum.

Having made sure the envelope containing the will had no alteration, the lawyer then opened the will to read.




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It was indeed a faithful and beautiful hot sunday afternoon when James and Francis, decided they wanna go chill and cool off at Michael’s flat at yaba, opp sweet sensation, hoping to find him cooking, so they can feed their starving stomachs. “So, this is what I didn’t tell u initially! You see, james and francis are two finalist at lagos state university, both studying earth sciences”. On getting to Michael’s flat, they found him quiet and reserve, deep in thought and carried away. James decides to snap him out of whatever it is he was lost into, and until then, did they both noticed, he wasn’t just quiet and carried away in some fantasy, he was critically depressed and lifeless. Opening the curtain to get a better look at Michael’s countenance, they realized his skin was looking pale already. Michael ! Michael !! Michael !!! Francis shouted!. Yes! Michael replied with a dragging mild voice. With such detrimental tone of reply, james and francis decide amongst themselves, that the best way to gear Michael up, is by teasing him. “This is the irony behind James and francis kind of teasing. James and francis are two set of weird boy, who often make Michael feel like, him and the two of them are all boring and lazy musketeers whose future in lagos state university is a stretch of lonely island without an escape plan.” The planned teasing, didn’t take long before Michael, slipped into his previous mood and in a short while, he fainted; and immediately he became as cold as a mild ice block.

As confused and scared as james and francis were, there were quite aware of the need to call an ambulance, and so they did, luckily an ambulance was stationed 10 min from the house. While they were waiting for the arrival of the ambulance, francis brought up the idea to pour him water on the face, to see maybe they would be any changes, and as a result, he will wake up. Without much delay, James got the water from the kitchen and gave it to francis who brought forward the initiative with a warning, reminding him of Michael’s current temperature. Francis, being blinded by his plan, didn’t allow james warning stop him from carrying out his thesis on Michael. After the operation “pour water on Michael” took place, Haaaatttccheeewww! Was the power sneeze Michael released, immediately the water touched his head.


So this award have been there for a while now, and i basically wasn’t aware of the award on time, majorly because the notice was sent straight to spam.

so needless to say; am grateful for this recognition of excellence that i have been bestowed with by one of my most cherished co-blogger Olive ole. OLIVE OLE  is indeed an individual of multi-diversity, both through her personality as a writer and as a blogger.

moving on to the award proper,


Premio Dardos means “prize darts” in Spanish and is given “in recognition of cultural, ethical, literary, and personal values transmitted in the form of creative and original writing.”

This award comes with the following rules:

1) Include the Premio Dardos Award Picture and the name of the person that nominated you (Include a link to their blog)

2) Nominate 15 other blogs and notify them!

3) Thank the blogger who nominated you in your blog and link back.

the first rule can be found above, and as for the second rule,

the second rule can be seen below;

the name of the 15 blogs i nominate for this awards are:

truth. love. service


kelli blogs

Meg sorick- writes better than she dress


Maria Maria


the poeticturk

maria morera johnson

jk not jk

truth truly true


blogging it like a Goddess

slash in the box


Happy blogging


The night after i and my dad had a sparing disagreement, as to whether or not i am permitted to go camping at the great historic tararua forest park at Wellington with some close friends of mine, something really strange happened, i could swear that the stars had so many things, that are sure weird and creepy. firstly, the stars congregate to form a warning sign in form of an exclamation mark, like that wasn’t facilitating enough, I also heard echos from it. now, as the time I heard these echos, i was already yawning from the sleep am yet to have. still, i believed the stars actually did echoed something to me; even though i don’t know what that is just yet, i intend to find out at all cost what that is. on getting inside, i narrated my assumptions to Evelyn my sister, she was so certain, i was hallucinating from the long gaze i had placed on watching the stars all night. with all said and suggested, my believe was keenly place in the knowledge that, the stars did communicate to me.

A day into the frivolous camping i and my friend had placed ourselves into, i couldn’t help but think about the fight that had occurred between i and my dad, and how trivial the topic that caused it was. in addition to those thought, the incident regarding the congregated star could also barely leave my memory, making my stay here in camp unpleasant. with hopeful determination, i stayed up that night, believing something strange will happen again. but just when my eyes were gradually getting close to the nightly atmosphere, one of the forest rangers, tapped me lightly on the shoulder. with utmost fear of the unknown, i jumped up shouting “help”: calm down boy, i am an official here, and i just wanted to tell you to go and sleep inside, instead of sleeping out here in the cold. except you’ve got something on your mind, you wanna ruminate over.

having sat for an hour to discuss some of my personal issues with the ranger, a snake crawled to my friends tent, hoping to get find something i honestly don’t know about. but from the rear, i saw a shadow cast of the snake on the body of the creamy tent, browsing with its flawed belle through various bucket that was placed inside the tent. with all hastiness, the ranger made arrangement while my friends were still sleeping helplessly within the zone where the snake was parading round. the noise my friend made an hour after the snake was killed, was indeed epic and scary. i just felt so grateful the next day when we were all fully seated inside the bus, healthy and fine irrespective of what transpired a day before.

at the end of it all, i believe the stars were my saving grace; because had i not been out focusing on the stars, i and my friends safety would have been highly questionable.


The creepy day

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Creepy.”

Today was indeed a creepy day, majorly because i didn’t see a task like this coming from blogging 101.

but then, creepy is a norm in my small world; I work in a place where love is a commodity of rear purchase due to enmity without lines that have plagued both the adult males and female in my place of work. the thought of transferring kindness from one person to the other in my office is as imaginary as Santa Claus is, to a 18-year-old person. so, in the sharpest of senses, my day is one hell of a creepy one.

thanks #blogging 101 for the offload.


this story was inspired by the article i read this morning at this wonderful blog, click here to read Big Brother

Her birth was dated April 18 1990, she was then perceived as God’s own sent. Event around her life was pretty rapid, I mean she started walking and talking 8 month after birth, her parent knees down every day to thank God for the angel he sent to their life. Little does the new-born knows about the turn her life was about to face.

It all started 8 years after her birth, the care the young Girl had always known to be for her, disappeared in a glance and in an attempt to revive something she believed in, she started pick-pocketing (a mild act of stealing). In the light of being caught, she was tagged so much name, a name that connotes shame on the family.

The parent, who have stopped being responsible for her care and wellbeing, heard all the insult that her attitude and act of mischief had summed to life; and immediately, they summoned her only to bundle her away to a place 300 miles away. Hoping to rid her shameful did off their life.

It was late when she got to the land of the Fulani’s, only to feel lost and estranged. she waited for the one who was tasked to pick her up to no avail, having no option but to find a place around to spend the night, she wept all night at the callousness of her parent who at selfish reasons, deliver her into the hands of such a person whose empathy obviously had degenerated over time. She wandered all night as she wept, what exactly she had done, to deserve such level deprivation. At the dawn of the next day, her new guardian arrive to pick her up, and gave a flimsy excuse for not making time the previous night to come pick her up. As she sat quiet in the person’s car, she vows never to place her trust in anyone.

10th October 2008 was indeed a day of celebration, the Muslim’s eid-al-fitr was ongoing, and this particular girl, who had been depreciated off every emotional entanglement from her young age was all dressed up, to go and celebrate with her Muslim friends; who were feeling big on the mood, and are ready to spend some money based on such moods. At the dawn of her room’s door, her dad stood there looking disgusted at her. With a respectful tone she knelt and greeted him, as her manner was in the past. Welcome she said. Have your seat her dad said.

In a mild way, she sat still being accused by her dad who was questioning her survival instinct, he proposed that, the only way she survived all this years was because she lived a life of a prostitute! At the sound of such accusation, with all the adrenaline she could draw from within, she shouted in a way she never did on the old rugged suspicious man she imagined was her father, asking him with all certainty to leave the room and never visit her again.

Looking all the more surprised and astounded, the old man left his daughter’s room and vow, to never hold up his bargain on her education anymore. Sad as she was, she summoned strength to still attend the outing her friends organized; hoping that the party would ease the valley of sadness her father had gradually opened up in her heart. She did met a guy at this outing who was caring and emotionally nice to her, and so she consented to go on a date with him.

After several dates, three years after they were certified lovers, but then no talk of proposal was coming up. Being a girl without a solid family, the supposed boyfriend took advantage of that to buy her everything she loves, and also paid her school fees. But then the boy was not the kind of guy who wanted to settle down. It was a like a crumbling skyscraper, when she told the supposed lover she was pregnant, and the boy denied her flat to her face, calling all they’ve had for 3 years a scam. At the sound of this she fainted and was rushed to the hospital. After her release she learnt that the boy have relocated, to start a family of his own somewhere else.

And this was he,r back at square one, with a child she knows not how to raise.

The Spring That Speaks At Stewart Island



The truth about my family and its inheritance is something my mum and sister would never discuss with anyone. I on the other hand could care less about some stupid myth and legend, especially when it has to do with superstition and fallacy. I have always wondered, what use and importance is so much money to me if I can’t leave Stewart island, and so I live my life as a peasant here at mason bay, mum doesn’t like me being that way, but I also don’t care what she thinks. I and my sister when we were young, occasionally go to the beach; to lie flat on the burnt sharp sand that spread itself on the shore of the ocean to think, wish and imagine what our life would actually look like; if we should one day leave mason bay and probably go to the far Northland. We’ve always heard of a place called Auckland and we were told the life there is really nice, or better still the capital “Canterbury”, I know the life there will be splendid, having heard so many tourist talk about the place. At the dawn of our 17years birthday, our dad died, and ever since then we all are yet to get over it. My mum I’ll say felt and missed him the most, there after, my sister also still gets quiet and moody whenever she goes to his study room. I wouldn’t wanna say I don’t miss him, I indeed do miss him once in a while, I mean I don’t know much about the man, beside the fact that he his my father, and he travels a lot from one island to the other. His death didn’t leave the family without a mark, ever since his departure to the other side, my sister hasn’t been the sweet twin sister I use to have. On the 30th day after his death, a lawyer we don’t know, called my mum from Canterbury to come attest to my dad’s will, and judging then by the look on my mums face, I can tell she is probably the most surprised person alive.

On that faithful day mum was gonna go to Canterbury, she decided to go along with Kerry my sister. Ever since our childhoods, mum had always believed Kerry to be the matured one, so also is my dad when he was alive: I can recall on several occasions where dad will tell Kerry to take care of me and not loose sight of me. Kerry always feeling superior would hastily nod yes blinking to dads warning. So mum taking Kerry to the location the lawyer told her about instead of me, didn’t come as a surprise, infact it was probably one of my most anticipated moments. Having planned so much to do, and so many places I would love to go visit.

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