what an interesting thread.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the answer is kolanut.
am i correct?
my email is angel_empy@yahoo.com[/color][color=#990000][color=#990000][/color]

hmnm, what a dry day
it was all hype and no pay
but what am i to say

all those fuzzy dudes
and their effusive crudes

oh dear why should i complain
when all the guys dont come plain

since no one bought me any gift
i have to give myself a soul lift
and be careful to stay adrift

with all my heart, i say
happy val to myself and all those giftless rhymers.
HAPPY VAL

tanxs 4 posting dis info here.please, when will the entries be closed?

henry wanted to tell him off at once, but somehow what he had just said made some sense.
not that it really made sense because God seems to have forgotten him,he wished pastor good nigerian was right.someone alighted from the molue as the lousy conductor shouted to signal the approach of another bustop.
henry heaved a sigh. he was close to the company office where he was going to.he had to pull himself together and appear confident.he knew his clothes were ok, and so was his charisma. but his look was aweful with his unkempt hair.
pastor turned to look at him just in time for his sigh,

@ayobase
please, dont distract the flow of this story.

henry tried to relax in the rickety bus, thinking of how best to drowse the noise the other passengers except pastor good nigerian were making.besides he neede badly to get this guy off his back for good.
henry's thoughts were on the job he was gong to seek at vi.he was optimtistic, but this is naija.first, last and always.
pastor good nigerian patted henry gently on his back,

wow, what a nice sonnet
for a dear brunnette

yeah i know i've got to be careful
with all the lobsters on the prowl
yet is so hard to pretend
not to see how well your hommies are tend

i hate to think
since everything stinks
and i cant even take drinks

but thanks for the advice
it would certainly keep me off the vice

[color=#006600]thanks a lot. pls look at the excerpt from my soon to be published book'adventures of the awesome four.'
i personally think the story isnt such a hype, but just sincerely tell me what u think.its meant to be a children's classics.
Teacher Nwankwo was in the garden behind his house pruning the soil with a garden fork. His house made of burnt brick was built by the missionaries for teachers of senior classes. It was a two-room house with a bathroom and toilet at the far end of the school premises.
His wife, a young girl-once a student in his class had made a little shed beside the first room and it served as kitchen. They had no children yet, but his wife was pregnant and her protruding belly stood out in front like a protégé.
A few children who had problems with their school work or were stubborn-stayed with the teacher and wife for at least two weeks. The four children- three boys and a girl who lived with him were working on the farm. The boys were weeding the farm while farm while the girl plucked okro seeds and vegetable for household use.
The teacher who stood at an amazing 5ft 9 inches as compared to his wife of less than 5ft, had on faded knickers and a white turned ash singlet. His broad shoulders moved in rhymic patterns as he worked.
His body shone with sweat and he hummed to himself in a monotone. The boys grumbled but wouldn’t let him hear them for fear of smelling his rod. From a distance, the noise of children having an extra-mural class with a teacher was spread evenly over the compound by the wind.
“My lord, you have visitors.” Nneka the teacher’s wife announced to him.
He stood from his working position and looked in the direction of his heavily pregnant wife.
“What did you say?” He asked.
He looked up and saw four boys. He recognized them immediatey.
“Kachi, come and take this fork.” He said to one of the boys working with him.
The boy who had a large dark birthmark on his chin came and took the fork; and the teacher went over to where the boys stood on his verandah.
“Good day sir” The boys chorused.
“Good day boys.” He replied
A little silence ensued as sweat dripped down his hairline, his dirty hands were clasped together. The silence was embarrassing.
“Do you want to see me?” He asked the boys helping to loose their tied tongues.
“Yes sir.” Gozie said
The children working on the garden occasionally raised their heads to look at the teacher and his visitors.
“Come with me.” He led the children from his house towards the school library. They walked past the head master’s office until they reached a room with an inscription on it. “Assistant head teacher” it read. The boys exchanged glances.
The teacher opened the door and led them in. He sat on a table behind a desk and waved them to a seat while the twins stood behind them like their bodyguards.
“So what could be the problem?” Teacher Nwankwo asked in his characteristic straight to point manner.
The boys looked at each other.
“Sir, it is about Gozie.” Tobe said boldly. The teacher gazed at him. The former paused.
“Yes, go ahead.”
His friends had their heads swimming over their necks.
“He may not be coming to Umueze with us next week.”
The teacher sat up on his seat.
“But why?”
“His mother said she can’t afford to see him through secondary school.”
“So…………………….?”
“She is sending him to Umuohi to stay with his father.”
Everyone became quiet. Teacher Nwankwo seemed to be pondering what he had just heard. As if waking up from a deep slumber, Gozie spoke.
“I do not like my father. He is a cruel man. I don’t want to be far away from my family and friends. I don’t to go to Umuohi.” He said. He had begun to cry. His face looks pathetic.
The teacher was moved, he came over to where Gozie sat and pulled him up. The snout, tears and mucus filled his face.
The teacher held him close.
“Don’t cry Gozie my boy, you will not go to Umuohi. I promise you that.” The huge man said trying to prevent his dirty hands from touching Gozie’s blue strip shirt.
The rest of the boys watched with hope in their eyes as the teacher consoled their friend.[/color]

congrats to u, orikinla. all the best.
u talk of writing much as if its dat easy. oh well all the best onec again.[/color][color=#990000][color=#990000][/color]

the silence between the two love birds was electric.slowly,henry rose from the bed and paced the room severally.he had being trying so had not to think what his life would be like should amanda fail to accept his option, to there predicament.

henry sat gloomily in the bus bound for okokomaiko.he had spent all day at home with amanda. he found it difficult to leave the house when amanda was with him. as always he enjoyed her company tremediously.the molue moved slowly through the express way exuding so much fumes the passengers of the bus had to complain.
"haba driver, you want to kill us"
"throw this molue away or let a mechanic work on it."
several curses rent the air thrown at the driver.
henry wished so much that he didnt ahve to take a molue everytime he needed to go out.if he didnt go out daily, he would have nothing to eat with amanda.
a sigh crossed his lips.
the only thought that paused everything else in his life was amanda, and the child she was carrying,

the silence between the two love birds was electric.slowly,henry rose from the bed and paced the room severally.he had being trying so had not to think what his life would be like should angela fail to accept his option

henry sat gloomily in the bus bound for okokomaiko.he had spent all day at home with angela. he found it difficult to leave the house when angela was with him. as always he enjoyed her presence tremediously.the molue moved sloly through the express way exuding so much fumes the passengers of the bus had to complain.
"haba driver, you want to kill us"
"throw this molue away or let a mechanic work on it."
several curses rent the air thrown at the driver.
henry wished so much that he didnt ahve to take a molue everytime he needed to go out.if he didnt go out daily, he would have nothing to eat with angela.
a sigh crossed his lips.
the only thought that paused everything else in his life was angela, and the child she was carrying.

dis is my nu thread.please continue the story from where you met it.

here it is.
henry held the fluffy pillow tighter to his broad hairy chest.the cold in the harmattan morning wsa killing him.a girl of about twenty-two with identical eyes with his walked slowly into the bedroom.she dropped a tray of hot lipton tea,sugar and a tea spoon on a side table in the room,

everybody is free to join in!