Love Latters

There was a young man named Bami. He was on his way to the supermarket, when he saw a lovely beauty passing by. He could not take his eyes off of her. He said to himself, 'Wow, what a gorgeous lady! I will surely one day make her mine forever'. The lady entered her car and drove off from the supermarket to her home.

Unknown to her she was followed by Bami and finally she got out of the car and entered her home. Bami having traced her noticed that there was a mail box in front of her house, he thought 'What a golden opportunity'.

Bami went back to his home plotting a way to get her. Then he thought to himself 'Since she has a mail box and my house is far away from hers... sending love letters won't be a bad idea'. Quickly he put his pen to paper and started writing amazing love letters. Each day, after writing a letter he would call a postman to help him send it to her.

This continued for four months and to his surprised the lady married the postman.

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THE SCARED CHILD

It was about 7 p.m. in the evening. After having his dinner a boy zoomed off to his dad's room asking his dad to put on the generator. The dad quickly went into the generator room and put it on.
DAD: Alright son it's on... Go to the sitting room and have some fun!
SON: Okay daddy.
He quickly went into the sitting room and switched on the television.
Some minutes later...
DAD: It's time to sleep.
SON: Okay dad.

The boy entered his room to sleep...He was already fast asleep, when the dad entered and put his shoes in his wardrobe and switched off the light.
Awake wanting to use the toilet, the son looked at the toilet direction, it was very dark. Frowning he decided not to wee, then put his face on his pillow tightly. After some minutes he couldn't bear it. He looked around again then saw two eyes in his window direction. He was already shrieking and sweating still having his eye on the two eyes he saw. He then closed his eyes and opened them again, looking at what he saw. He then suddenly shouted 'DADDY!'. Hearing his scream his dad ran into his room and said 'Son what is it?'

SON: Look at that two eyes! [Already urinated on his body]
DAD: Two eyes?! [Looking in the same direction, also afraid]
With great shock his dad ran to the light switch and switched it on. SHOCKING TO THEM IT WAS THE SHOES HIS DAD DROPPED IN THE WARDROBE. [Looking at each other and laughing]

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The Last of It

On her thirteenth birthday she was given a brooch by her mother, since then she always kept it with her. Her mom died next year in a car accident and that brooch valued more to her afterward. Her dad was in business so he seldom came home from his work and when he did it's only for one or two days. She was raised mostly by the maids.

One afternoon while she was reading a fashion magazine her phone buzzed. She picked it up and glanced at the caller ID. It was an unknown number. She thought for a moment before taping the answer button.
''Hello?''
Silence
''Who's this?''
Silence again
''I'm hanging up!''
''Merlin...'', a female voice spoke from the other end. For one nanosecond she thought it belongs to someone really close to her. The voice continued, ''Oh! Merlin, I never thought it would be you baby,'' the voice didn't sound old but not very young either. It seemed like the owner is in her early forties or so.

The voice continued, ''How are you baby?'' Merlin was confused. ''How do you know my name?'' she questioned. After a moment of silence from both sides except the uneven breathing, the voice spoke again and it was like she is crying, ''I know more about you baby just than your name, and I'm really sorry baby girl for leaving you all these years. I know you have been through so much but I had no choice...'' It was enough for her to trigger the realization with whom she had been talking to. Her eyes watered with the truth. ''Mom is this you!? Mom!'' She practically yelled through her phone. Another moment passed than her mom said, ''Baby I missed you all these years. I mentally punished myself for leaving you. I know I can never make up the past but I'm looking forward to give you a better future.''

''How are you baby?'' The silence was grave. A crying self of Merlin answered, ''Mom I'm fine, I tried to be fine the way I could without you and dad, he is always busy and hardly stops by. Mom, I have so many questions to ask you.'' She said in between the sobs. ''Mom where have you been? I thought you were dead, nobody never uttered a word about you. I thought they are trying to make me feel better by keeping away from the incident. And with time they became indifferent like nothing happened. I never pushed it.''

The desperation was clear from her voice. ''Mom, how are you?'' Her mom answered, ''Merlin baby I'm really happy you were strong. I knew it, you're my strong girl. Okay baby now listen, you need to know this. I don't know if I get a chance again or not.'' Her mom sighed. ''What do you mean, mum?''

''Baby I know you were told that I died in the car accident and apparently the reason was sudden break failure. But that's not the truth. That day you were supposed to get the documents of original authorization for all our property. You're the real owner Merlin. All is yours, the money, the multiple businesses your dad runs. God, he's not even your dad. Your real dad died when you were a child and probably you don't remember any of it. David was the partner and that time I was depressed so he came forward to take your dad's place and to handle his businesses, so they could go smoothly like before. We got married.''

''I thought David was a good man until one day I realized what his true intentions were, so I decided to give you what is yours, but he is a dangerous man and has his reaches to all illegal matters. So I faked my death so you would be safe. He won't do anything if you're not a threat.'' Merlin was lost for words. She couldn't believe what her mom just said. From the other side she could hear lots of noises, but she had no clue what is happening.

''Remember I gave you a brooch, break it and you will find a paper folded inside. It is a small note, with a name of a man who can help you now, do it soon baby soon after this call. You should take your right and also show the true face of your step dad.'' The noises were becoming louder.

''Merlin baby, I have to go now. I have faith in you, be brave. Mom will love you always.'' Before Merlin could say that she loves her too the call ended. But now she had purpose and she was ready to keep the unspoken promise.

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Important: I am not encouraging anyone to think the other way about their step parents or siblings. It is just a work of fiction. 

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My tourist

For the first time in my entire life so far, I spent about three weeks in Warri town, a promising mini metropolitan city in the newly created delta state in Nigeria. I went there to spend my Easter break with an intimate college friend of more than eighteen years standing. Victor Davis.

Prior to my visit and arrival in Warri town, the only thing I knew about it was that Warri is a small port town with an aerodrome, a few national industries, the iron and steel, and petrochemical companies. One thing that thrills me about Warri is its metropolitan nature. The natives include the Urhobos, Isokos, Ijaws, Kwales and the Itsekiris. These distinct ethnic groups provide an interesting group of people. Although they differ in language but they largely dress the same way and eat the same types of food.

Within the second day of my arrival, my host took me to all the parts of Warri township, neighboring towns like Ughelli, Sapele, Abraka, Ozoro, Oleg, Kwale and other small villages. While we the Yorubas pride ourselves as the most culture rich and conscious groups of Nigerians, my visit to culture dominated Warri and environs has radicalised my orientation. Everywhere we visited I was given kola, drinks (local gin) with different sum of money accompanying the kola.

I was 'culturized' to always pocket the money while everybody would share in the other items of hospitality and welcome. In Warri area, especially the Urhobos and Isokos, only the younger persons are expected to kneel and greet the elderly ones first. The elderly don't ever genuflect, bow or kneel for the young ones. The young ones will say 'migwo' or 'digwo' (that is 'I am on my knees') and the senior person will respond 'vre nigwe' or 'kpamanigwe' (that is 'rise from your knees'). Among these people too, all young ones present where an elderly person is eating must greet him as he is about to begin and after he finished. This is done whether the young ones are eating with him or not.

Another intresting thing I learnt is about their style of marriage. Their marriage ceremonies are very simple and cheap to commence and finish. The differences between how the ethnic groups in the Warri area marry and Yoruba marriage ceremonies in minor specific details, not in substance. Because of cultural diversities, their girls boast of different shade of beauty. What I saw or even did in this regard is outside the scope of this narration. Suffice to say that I enjoyed myself within reasons and moderation.

My Isoko friends and host in preparing dishes, with assorted fresh fishes and bush meat. For the sheer variety and deliciousness of their dishes, one would have stayed at least six more months! They boast of different recipes. It surpasses what we have back in my part of the country. Have you eaten starch with banga soup before? What about assorted types of pepper soup? Have you ever eaten what the Urhobos and Isokos call Ukodo? This rich dish can make one forget his or her name! It was my host's place that I discovered the oiled brand which I've been used to all my life before the visit.

Most of the people I interacted with during my stay in Warri were polyglots. Most people could speak three languages. This is influenced by a combination of factors especially ethnic inter-marriage and their penchant for good social mixing together. A visitor or a foreigner will not have any problem communicating with the Warri people. They are mostly literate and illiterate ones speak richly, impeccable pidgin with English which one could not help but admire and learn. Even their aged ones speak pidgin with admirable fluency!

I fell in love with thier ways of life, rich veriegated dishes and their easy-going attitude to life.

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They Exist

Ghost or Evil-spirit! When you hear these words your heart fills with an unknown fear. You don't even know why you are scared of these names when you have no connection with them. In my native language, ghost means past. Nowadays ghosts rarely exist. I don't want to argue about their existence, I believe they do, even somewhere in the world. Why I believe in their existence, I am going to tell you about that.

I have an uncle, he was a drummer in his small music group. Once they went for a function in our neighbouring village. In the evening, they arrived at the village. They had to start the function by 7:30. So they got ready for their function that's why they didn't go anywhere and went directly to the backstage for preparing their instruments. As per the schedule, they started their show at 7:30 pm and ended up at 11:30 pm. After finishing their show they were taken to a house by the organisation team as they were not able to go home as it was too late. But to my uncle the house seemed to be haunted as nobody had entered the house for a long time. Everything in the house was full of dirt and covered. In one corner they cleaned for themselves and stayed there.

Everybody was very tired so everybody finished their meal provided by the organizers and fell asleep. In the night, it was almost 2 o'clock, my uncle suddenly woke up and saw the room was dark as the light had gone. He wanted to smoke so he lit his match and he suddenly saw a shadow behind him. He quickly turned but there was nothing. My uncle could easily understand that there's something wrong in this house. He quickly called his other four mates and told about that. But they didn't agree and told him that its was his illusion because of his tiredness. So they lit a candle and again went to sleep.

One of my uncle's friend lay on a bed and looked at the ceiling and he saw something hanging from the fan. He stood up, my uncle and the others asked him what happened. He told them something was hanging from the fan. So they took the candle up to see what it was. What they saw was scariest of all.
They saw a human leg hanging from the fan. They all were puzzled how it was possible. When they entered the room there was no one there, after all, how can a man enter a house which was locked for several months. They were all scared now thinking that it couldn't be a human being. Without thinking anything else my uncle told them all to run away from this house.

They all started running but one of his friend's hand got trapped in the door as it had started to close. In that small gap of the door he could see a leg from the ceiling fan stretching to the ground and the inhuman body started to walk towards him. He tried to free his hand from the door with his all effort and luckily he could escape from there, and they all ran to the organisation office.

Somehow, they called the manager and told all that had happened. The manager told them that almost six months before there lived a couple and they had a son, he was almost 20 years old. One day, he hung himself from the ceiling and died cheated by his girl friend. After that, they went to the town and left everything here. Their son's spirit still lives in this house. They were all stunned thinking that they escaped alive from a haunted house, moreover, they were living under a ghost.

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