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| Re: We Are Able(a Touching Story) by baser02(m): 3:17pm On Aug 31, 2014 |
Nyc work |
| Re: We Are Able(a Touching Story) by Nobody: 3:29pm On Aug 31, 2014 |
baser02: Nyc work U're welcome |
| Re: We Are Able(a Touching Story) by barackodam: 7:11pm On Aug 31, 2014 |
Aipete2: Omo Yoruba rere. Ise e ta nw Ko ye mi |
| Re: We Are Able(a Touching Story) by Aipete2(f): 7:57pm On Aug 31, 2014 |
barackodam:It's a slang, but i think it should be SUPERB |
| Re: We Are Able(a Touching Story) by barackodam: 8:04pm On Aug 31, 2014 |
Aipete2: It's a slang, but i think it should be SUPERB Oooh!!!! .I see |
| Re: We Are Able(a Touching Story) by PrinceAdepoju(m): 8:13pm On Aug 31, 2014 |
Wow. Some intelligent Rose. Nice one, Sammy. 1 Like |
| Re: We Are Able(a Touching Story) by seunviju(f): 10:48pm On Aug 31, 2014 |
PrinceAdepoju: Am I that badI no kuku talk anything o |
| Re: We Are Able(a Touching Story) by seunviju(f): 10:58pm On Aug 31, 2014 |
Na this Toyosi go use her hand do herself.Thanks 4 the update sammy 1 Like |
| Re: We Are Able(a Touching Story) by PrinceAdepoju(m): 11:25pm On Aug 31, 2014 |
seunviju: I no kuku talk anything oI bet you do!! I'm sure you are like, this guy sha, I dislike him!! Innit? |
| Re: We Are Able(a Touching Story) by Nobody: 2:37am On Sep 01, 2014 |
seunviju: Na this Toyosi go use her hand do herself.Thanks 4 the update sammy Thank you Seun, but how come about d viju at d back of your name? Can I get one?  |
| Re: We Are Able(a Touching Story) by Nobody: 5:42am On Sep 01, 2014 |
HAPPY NEW MONTHS to you all... They say EMBER periods are the worst, claiming that many life will get burst and then end up in the dust. They speak evil of the EMBERS and end up embracing the fruit of their tongues. They pollute the ambience of EMBERS with their amber-coloured wrong confession. They provoke the devil to do more havoc by encouraging him to do so in the EMBERS. They get cancers and ulcers in the EMBERS and are REMEMBERED no more. But how true is it? Many die in September and also in October, till you come to November and then till December. But all I could Remember, was their Confession in September when they spoke like a Bomber And now they shatter like a Tumbler and got torn by a TIGER. From lofty heights to the valley they fall and like sands they are blown away. And they testified about the EMBERS as their Worst Ever Recorded months BUT AS FOR ME, Sincerely, Ember Periods & Times are Even My Best Ever Recorded months 1 Like 1 Share |
| Re: We Are Able(a Touching Story) by Nobody: 6:16am On Sep 01, 2014 |
Dedicated to you all. Thank you all for following [b]CHAPTER TWELVE We got well inside Bode’s room but he wasn’t there. Mother adjourned to the toilet to look for him. It was futile. “Bode! Bode! Bode!” my mother must have shouted, going by the look of her mouth. She was shaking visibly. Maybe Bode had answered the call of her mother, I thought. “She must have gone bodily to meet her mother in the herbalist’s place?” my mother said. “In this dead night?” I replied. “I don’t think so.” “Hmm…hey, I’m afraid Rose. What are we going to tell John now?” “Like how? Did we do anything to him?” I said and frowned. “Daddy won’t take that from us, I hope you know him,” she said. “Enh, but how is this our concern?” I replied, bending to peep under the bed to find him. He wasn’t there. “Even Toyosi would do anything to put us in trouble,” she said. “She would take us to court and ask us to provide her son by all means.” I threw down the pillow, perhaps he was hiding underneath it. I opened the wardrobe and even pulled out the drawer. We were both acting nervously as though we were running mental. How possibly would someone fold himself into a wardrobe? That thought didn’t strike my head. My mother even raised the mattress up and left it out of order after discovering that Bode wasn’t under it. The last place we would go search for him was my father’s room. We feared the man so much. “Bode!” my mother was calling as she left for the parlour. She returned to say Bode wasn’t there. We have virtually checked the whole flat except my father’s room. “Maybe we should go and check him in your room,” I said. “No,” my mother disagreed at once. “Your father will suspect us if we do that.” “So what’s your suggestion?” I asked. “Let’s just retreat and return to your room to continue our sleep and do as if nothing has happened. Tomorrow morning we shall be sorting it out.” “Alright then,” I said, stepping ahead of her. I can’t wait to be on my bed again because I am tired. But this time around I would make sure I don’t sleep with my two eyes closed to avoid being called in the dream. I would rather sleep like a duck, I thought. “Rose, don’t go yet,” my mother signaled to me. “Let’s tidy up the room we’ve scattered. I rushed to the wardrobe to arrange Bode’s cloth as they were earlier, then I found a calabash. I was shocked. I tapped my mother to call her attention. She was shocked too when she saw it. She shook like a leaf blown by a gentle breeze. Her mouth convulsed. “Who put that there?” she was asking. If she hadn’t spoken with sign language I would have thought that she wasn’t directing the question to me but to someone else. How would I know who put the calabash there? The thing was merely half-filled with sand. My mother feared that it would implicate us if father should discover it there later, so she picked it up after doing sign of the cross over her face and shoulder so that she could go and throw it far away. As she got to the entrance of Bode’s room, someone appeared at the door. It was John! For minutes I felt the quietness of disability. Mother was shedding hot tears, father was pointing to her face; Bode was staring under father’s armpit in horror. My heart whispered, ‘I am disabled’. A slap was done to my mother’s cheek. It must have reverberated going by the impetus in my father’s arm. His biceps was on the high at that point. The calabash fell off her grip and got smashed. Father pinned her to the wall and Bode came after me too. He sent a strong bite to my right side. I couldn’t raise my arm. I dare not do that. When they were done with us after dealing with us like thieves, father locked us up in the room. I was left in the dark as regard their conversation. Mother could have begun the explanation, but our hands were both tied with ropes. They had even removed the bulb in that room so as to leave us in total darkness. There was weeping and gnashing of teeth in the belly of the dark. It was hell! [/b] |
| Re: We Are Able(a Touching Story) by Nobody: 6:19am On Sep 01, 2014 |
come back for more today, around 8am because today is EMBER |
| Re: We Are Able(a Touching Story) by Opracus(f): 12:12pm On Sep 01, 2014 |
good morning api new mnth .please d novels on my email opened but der is no novel in it ,it just only attachment |
| Re: We Are Able(a Touching Story) by Nobody: 12:48pm On Sep 01, 2014 |
Opracus: good morning api new mnth .please d novels on my email opened but der is no novel in it ,it just only attachmentDownload the attachment, that's d novel. I didn't paste the story on the body of the email. Pls let me know when you have done that. Thanks so much. |
| Re: We Are Able(a Touching Story) by Opracus(f): 1:57pm On Sep 01, 2014 |
d attachment is not openin dis wat was written der ( d attachment cannot b viewed as HTML.download d attachment to view it in its original format) thank u |
| Re: We Are Able(a Touching Story) by PrinceAdepoju(m): 2:37pm On Sep 01, 2014 |
Hmmmm |
| Re: We Are Able(a Touching Story) by Nobody: 2:52pm On Sep 01, 2014 |
Opracus: d attachment is not openin dis wat was written der ( d attachment cannot b viewed as HTML.download d attachment to view it in its original format) thank u I sent a copy to my own second mail and they opened. Pls do you have a yahoo mail where I can send it to? It's like gmail often have problem of opening an attachment. |
| Re: We Are Able(a Touching Story) by seunviju(f): 3:26pm On Sep 01, 2014 |
SammyHoe:It is a story for anoda day o but you can't get any viju o,winks 1 Like |
| Re: We Are Able(a Touching Story) by seunviju(f): 3:28pm On Sep 01, 2014 |
PrinceAdepoju: I bet you do!!what if I say this guy sha,I really like him,winks |
| Re: We Are Able(a Touching Story) by PrinceAdepoju(m): 3:35pm On Sep 01, 2014 |
seunviju: what if I say this guy sha,I really like him,winksOfcourse that will be a relief! I will be more happy  |
| Re: We Are Able(a Touching Story) by Opracus(f): 4:03pm On Sep 01, 2014 |
am nt havin any email acct d only i have is blocked since |
| Re: We Are Able(a Touching Story) by Nobody: 4:18pm On Sep 01, 2014 |
Opracus: am nt havin any email acct d only i have is blocked since Pls try to download adobe reader or any PDF reader. Then the downloaded attachment would start opening. Thanks. |
| Re: We Are Able(a Touching Story) by Aipete2(f): 5:54pm On Sep 01, 2014 |
Stewpid man and son |
| Re: We Are Able(a Touching Story) by Mczigx(m): 6:37pm On Sep 01, 2014 |
Sammy u broke ur promise u said 8am |
| Re: We Are Able(a Touching Story) by Nobody: 6:45pm On Sep 01, 2014 |
Mczigx: Sammy u broke ur promise u said 8am I wrote it with laptop and since then I haven't been able to post it because d network isn't okay. |
| Re: We Are Able(a Touching Story) by Nobody: 8:53pm On Sep 01, 2014 |
update ooooo,Sammy! 8 don pass o. Well done sir. I can relate wit Rose...story for anoda day! 1 Like |
| Re: We Are Able(a Touching Story) by Nobody: 9:07pm On Sep 01, 2014 |
hephzibahbeulah: update ooooo,Sammy! 8 don pass o. Well done sir. I can relate wit Rose...story for anoda day! Welcome to thread...UPDATE IN PROGRESS!!! |
| Re: We Are Able(a Touching Story) by Nobody: 9:11pm On Sep 01, 2014 |
[b] I dragged myself to my mother in the dark and leaned my weighty head on her laps. My hot tears ran down my eyes into her laps—the cleavage in between them I guess. She lowered her head to my neck. She was weeping too. I knew this when a hot liquid ran through my nape. The night was lengthier than ever. The last time I checked the time, it was 2pm. Now it should be 4pm, I thought. But then I had to wait and wait and wait. Sleep couldn’t graze my eyes. Mother was not also sleeping. We couldn’t communicate since everything needed for communication was under bondage; eyes dim, hands tied; no way! A poem began to form on my befuddled brain. I would rock the world with it in the nearest future. I hated lie more than anything in the world. Why should we deaf, dumb, lame and blind people keep deceiving ourselves by giving ourselves hope that we are able when actually we are not? We say that what normal people can do, special people can do better. They tell us stories of Nick Vujicic who was born limbless in Australia. They tell us the story of a headless chicken who survived for eighteen months after its head had been chopped off its neck; the story of one Spencer West who climbed Mount Kilimanjaro without legs and many others. I don’t believe any of those craps. They even showed us pictures of those people to back up their claims that we are able. That chicken, I could remember, was named Mike the Headless Chicken. My class teacher would not let us rest while telling us those stories to motivate us and keep us away from thinking of our predicaments. She would say, without a head, Mike the headless chicken could run about for eighteen months, how much more you who have heads? I could remember challenging her that day by asking, “What is the essence of a piece of bread without butter? What is the use of a house without furniture? What is the use of a head without functions? “What do you mean by all these?” she demonstrated in annoyance. “A head with useless lips, mouth, tongue and ears, what’s the use?” I replied her that day. She was speechless. So where is that specialty right now? We deaf and dumb can’t communicate in the dark, yet we have something called mouth. Why at all am I even born with a mouth when it isn’t speaking, or should I shift the blame on the tongue? We can’t enjoy movies because they were not designed for we the deaf people. How could we hear their speech? No way! If only I have an ear that could listen, my mother was ready, even now, to tell me to detail everything that had transpired between herself and her husband. Why should I even need her to tell me what happened when I would actually have heard them myself during the heat of the brawl? We spent two months in the dark. Actually, it wasn’t two months but it seemed so because of the torment we were passing through. Maybe we had a shorter day and a longer night, who knows. The day began to dawn gradually and the blanket of darkness left the face of the wall clock. I checked the time; it was 5:25 am. The door flung open and three souls trooped in, Toyosi, John and Bode. They were leering wickedly at us. We are dead! Toyosi began to unleash the content of her mouth. She pounced on my mother and then came to me to do the same. She taught me a lesson I never learnt. She smashed my head on the bed wood. She was pointing at the smashed calabash, the scattered bed, the opened wardrobe and every other thing my mother and I have scattered during the course of our search for Bode. My common sense told me that she would use them all a evidence against us in the court of law. By 7am we were still in bounds, only that we could now see each other. They had shut the door once more but our hands were still tied. My father tied them purposely to render us incommunicado. I leaned my back against the bedside and raised my legs up in the air to communicate with my mother. I managed to ask a question with my legs. She understood me vividly and she was shocked. Now how would she give me a reply? She couldn’t demonstrate anything with her own legs. It was a surprise to me when she nodded to signal to me that she wasn’t able to do that. She couldn’t control her toes to make any sign, but I was finding it so easy to do. I used my knees as my elbow whenever it was needed. I could easily fold all four toes and let the fattest one lie straight, but my mother couldn’t dare it. [/b] 1 Like |
| Re: We Are Able(a Touching Story) by seunviju(f): 9:30pm On Sep 01, 2014 |
This family nawa o.keep up the good work sammy 1 Like |
| Re: We Are Able(a Touching Story) by Nobody: 2:14am On Sep 02, 2014 |
seunviju: This family nawa o.keep up the good work sammy Thank you. |
| Re: We Are Able(a Touching Story) by Queenxstar(f): 7:13am On Sep 02, 2014 |
The truth will eventually prevail. 1 Like 1 Share |
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