Author : Starlord
I am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult. I have decided I would like to accept the responsibilities of an 8 year-old again. I want to go to McDonald's and think that it's a four star restaurant.

I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud puddle and make a sidewalk with rocks.
I want to think indomie are better than money because you can eat them.

I want to lie under a big oak tree and run a lemonade stand with my friends on a hot summer's day.

I want to return to a time when life was simple; When all you knew were colors, multiplication tables, and nursery rhymes, but that didn't bother you, because you didn't know what you didn't know and you didn't care.

All you knew was to be happy because you were blissfully unaware of all the things that should make you worried or upset.
I want to think the world is fair. That everyone is honest and good.
I want to believe that anything is possible. I want to be oblivious to the complexities of life and be overly excited by the little things again.

I want to live simple again. I don't want my day to consist of computer crashes, mountains of paperwork, depressing news, how to survive more days in the month than there is money in the bank, doctor bills, gossip, illness, and loss of loved ones...

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Continuation……
As long as I had waited for this day and as happy as I should have been, I was still very sad about what happened between me and uncle Sam. I couldn’t just smile at the tall building that was standing in front of me with ‘Girls hostel’ written on it. I wanted to be happy that I was finally going to experience the life as a boarder but I just couldn’t take my mind off everything. I put on a fake smile as my dad helped me with my suitcases. My mother who carried her bag and just my pillow in her hands was smiling warmly
at me. I guess she still thought I was sad about leaving home. My sister on the other hand really looked sad that I was leaving. She took my buckets out of the trunk and went to stand beside my mum, not saying a single word. I felt really bad that I was leaving her but it had been the decision of our parents to make me boarder. I couldn’t even console her. I was just too weak to
be in any other mood. We walked into the gates after greeting the security guards who stood there. They even helped with some of my items which made it easier for us while one of the security guards directed us to where we were supposed to get checked in. We walked about five minutes until we came to a point where five women were seated at a table under a canopy. They looked like the ‘house mothers’ like I usually hear the boarders call them. They looked a little
old except two who looked like they were in their early thirties. They smiled at us as we
approached them. My dad and mum who had been smiling all the way from home greeted them and exchanged words before I was asked to open my suitcases for search....

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Still in shock, laying down on the bed and staring into space, uncle Sam said,”Meso, stand up now and go and clean yourself or do you want me to wash up for you?” I didn’t say a word, I only stood up, picked up my

clothes and went straight into his bathroom to clean up. When I got in, I stood right under the shower and let the water pour down on me. I didn’t even move for a while or realize when tears started running down from my eyes. I felt very unclean. I felt like a wasted good. I didn’t know much about sex or virginity but I knew that as a Christian, everything that happened was all wrong. I wasn’t supposed to have sex at this age,

let alone with my uncle. I was supposed to wait for the right time. “Keep yourself for your husband,” my mum had said to me one time.


     My mind couldn’t stop processing a lot of things at once. What just happened? What will I do? Who will I run to? I kept asking myself those questions while crying. When I was done having my bath, I stepped out of the shower, dried myself up and put on my clothes uncle Sam had almost torn while trying to get me naked. I was in so much pain I couldn’t even walk well. Apart from the fact that I had just been raped, I had body pains from his tight grip and weight that rested on me while he raped me. 

  

   I got out of the bathroom, looking around to see if he was somewhere in the room but he wasn’t. He had also changed the bedsheets and arranged the room leaving it looking as

innocent as it is a lie. On my way to my room for the night, I stopped by the sitting room to

check for uncle Sam or Esther...

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Five days later, after school on Friday, uncle Sam came to pick me and Esther up. I begged my parents earlier to let me spend the night with Esther at uncle Sam’s since I wasn’t going to have the opportunity to do that when I got to the hostel. Uncle Sam also helped to beg and told my parents to let me, so that we could spend time together since I wasn’t going be around for long.

    I packed I and Esther’s clothes into a small suitcase and uncle Sam put it into the trunk of his car. Before we drove off, my mum told uncle Sam to bring us back before noon the next day so that we could finish the school shopping and get ready to go to the hostel on Sunday.


        “Yes ma! No problem!!! We will be back soon. Don’t miss us oo,” uncle Sam replied my mum before starting the engine and driving off..Esther who sat behind me while I was seated in front just kept waving at my mum until she was out of sight and in no time, we were at his place. I got down from the car, went directly to open Esther’s door and was about to open the trunk of uncle Sam’s car when he told me not to worry,

that he would help us with it. He said we were his guests and didn’t want to give us stress so he told us not to do anything except to ask him what we wanted to eat or do. We got inside and uncle Sam directed us to the room we would be sleeping in. He told us to change and come out to watch then television or eat whatever we wanted....

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“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday Meso…..,” I opened my eyes to my family singing right beside my bed. I couldn’t believe days had gone by and it was my birthday all of a sudden. I covered my face with my palms trying to hide my tears of joy. My parents had always celebrated my birthday but never had they

seem so excited to surround my bed early in the morning to sing happy birthday to me with a cake. It was so weird to see them sing for me like this. Normally they would just wish me a happy birthday, pray for me and tell me they would fry chicken for me.               

      I mean, they used to celebrate my

birthday at times but It wasn’t regular, especially in this manner. I removed my face and looked up as uncle Sam slowly walked into the room. My smile became wider and I giggled with joy in my heart.  “It was uncle Sam that got the cake for you and told us to come and sing for you!”Esther said and jumped up with excitement when she saw him.

            

 

  I guess she shouldn’t have snitched that way because I suddenly became a little sad. Although, I still smiled on the outside to show my appreciation I wasn’t really happy. 

   

      Probably because I already thought my parents must have been so excited for me to decide to buy a cake and come sing beside my bed. I pushed that to the back of my mind and focused on what was going on at the moment. “Blow out your candles! Blow out your candles!” Esther yelled. I smiled at

her and blew out the twelve candles that stood on the cake as they clapped and prayed for me. I thanked everyone and they all left the room except uncle Sam. He smiled at me and sat on the bed beside me....

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($200 BUCKS IT IS...)

A guy goes over to his friend's house, rings the bell, and the wife answers.

" Hi, is Tony home?"

" No, he went to the store."

"Well, you mind if I wait?"

" No, come in."

They sit down and the friend says "You know Nora, you have the greatest breasts I have ever seen. I'd give you a hundred bucks if I could just see one."

Nora thinks about this for a second and figures what the hell - a hundred bucks. She opens her robe and shows one. He promptly thanks her and throws a hundred bucks on the table.

They sit there a while longer and Chris says "They are so beautiful I've got to see the both of them. I'll give you another hundred bucks if I could just see the both of them together."

Nora thinks about this and thinks what the hell, opens her robe, and gives Chris a nice long look. Chris thanks her, throws another hundred bucks on the table, and then says he can't wait any longer and leaves.

A while later Tony arrives home and his wife says "You know, your weird friend Chris came over. "

Tony thinks about this for a second and says "Well did he drop off the 200 bucks he owes me?"



          (4 SONS)

These 4 gents go out to play golf one sunny morning. One is detained in the clubhouse, and the other three are discussing their children while walking to the first tee.

"My son Kent," says one, "has made quite a name for himself in the home-building industry. He began as a carpenter, but now owns his own design and construction firm. He's so successful in fact, in the last year he was able to give a good friend a brand new home as a gift."

The second man, no to be out done, tells how his son began his career as a car salesman, but now owns a multi-line dealership. "Norm's so successful, in fact, in the last six months he gave his friend two brand new cars as a gift."

The third man's son, Greg, has worked his way up through a stock brokerage, and in the last few weeks has given a good friend a large stock portfolio as a gift.

As the fourth man arrives at the tee, another tells him that they have been discussing their progeny and asks what line his son is in....

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Dad: Shame on you, Peter. Why did you hit your little sister?
Peter: Well, Daddy, we were playing Adam and Eve with the apple and all. Well, instead of tempting me with that apple, she ate the thing herself!


A doctor says to his patient, “I have a bad news and a worse news”.
“Oh dear, what’s the bad news?” – asks the patient.
The doctor replies, “You only have 24 hours to live.”
“That’s terrible,” said the patient. “How can the news possibly be worse?”
The doctor replies, “I’ve been trying to contact you since yesterday.”


With a frown wrinkling his forehead, little Johnny was working hard at his father’s desk scratching a pen along a page of his paper. His mother asked, “Are you writing a letter to your little girlfriend, Son?”
“Nope,” he grunted, “It’s a letter to myself.”
“Well,” she smiled, “What are you going to write about?”
“How should I know?” he squeaked, “I haven’t received it yet.”....

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I fidgeted when he looked back at me because I was a bit scared and it just felt awkward. He moved forward towards me and finally spoke up. Stammering and squeezing his face in disgust he said, “They…they share th…that at my work pla…
place so that we could give all these people who need it, you know. Just to raise awareness of STDs. They teach you about it right” I nodded and said, “okay” after swallowing the remaining saliva that was left in my mouth until it was as dry as a dead dingo’s donger. Something about his statement didn’t sound okay, but I didn’t
object. I immediately opened the last drawer and saw the blue paper he had asked me to grab.
Standing up, I said “I found the paper” in order to break the silence even though he knew that already.
Uncle Sam’s POV “How could I have been so stupid to send her to those drawers,” I said in my mind when Meso handed me the paper I had asked her to fetch for me. I was so sure Meso would look at me as a different person and always suspect everything I did...

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I excused myself and picked the call right in front of uncle Sam. He just kept staring at me with a very straight face. I couldn’t really tell if he was angry or not. I mean, it’s just a phone call right.
“Hello?” I said when I picked the call.
“How are you Meso? I just called to say hi” senior Daniel replied.
“I am fine senior Daniel.” “No, no, no. You don’t need to call me senior
Daniel. Just call me Daniel. I am your school father now.” “Okay, I’m sorry Daniel. I won’t call you by senior
Daniel again.” “That’s much better, my baby,” “My baby?” I questioned myself in my mind. “What are you doing? I hope I’m not disrupting anything.” senior Daniel said. “I’m actually busy with my uncle” “Oh!!! so sorry. Then I’ll talk to you later. Just call
me when you’re free” He said and I replied with an okay before we
ended the call. Dropping the phone back on the table, uncle Sam finally spoke up. “Who was that? your boyfriend abi? you’ve started dating ehn?” “No uncle Sam, He’s not my boyfriend oo, I don’t have any boyfriend. He is just my school father.” I replied.You don’t know that’s how it all starts. Don’t pay
attention to them oo. You don’t know I’m the one that’ll marry you.” He said with a smile.....
TO BE CONTINUED HERE>>> I excused myself and picked the call right in front of uncle Sam. He just kept staring at me with a very straight face. I couldn’t really tell if he was angry or not. I mean, it’s just a phone call right.
“Hello?” I said when I picked the call.
“How are you Meso? I just called to say hi” senior Daniel replied.
“I am fine senior Daniel.” “No, no, no. You don’t need to call me senior
Daniel. Just call me Daniel. I am your school father now.” “Okay, I’m sorry Daniel. I won’t call you by senior
Daniel again.” “That’s much better, my baby,” “My baby?” I questioned myself in my mind. “What are you doing? I hope I’m not disrupting anything.” senior Daniel said. “I’m actually busy with my uncle” “Oh!!! so sorry. Then I’ll talk to you later. Just call
me when you’re free” He said and I replied with an okay before we
ended the call. Dropping the phone back on the table, uncle Sam finally spoke up. “Who was that? your boyfriend abi? you’ve started dating ehn?” “No uncle Sam, He’s not my boyfriend oo, I don’t have any boyfriend. He is just my school father.” I replied.You don’t know that’s how it all starts. Don’t pay
attention to them oo. You don’t know I’m the one that’ll marry you.” He said with a smile.....
TO BE CONTINUED HERE>>> I excused myself and picked the call right in front of uncle Sam. He just kept staring at me with a very straight face. I couldn’t really tell if he was angry or not. I mean, it’s just a phone call right.
“Hello?” I said when I picked the call.
“How are you Meso? I just called to say hi” senior Daniel replied.
“I am fine senior Daniel.” “No, no, no. You don’t need to call me senior
Daniel. Just call me Daniel. I am your school father now.” “Okay, I’m sorry Daniel. I won’t call you by senior
Daniel again.” “That’s much better, my baby,” “My baby?” I questioned myself in my mind. “What are you doing? I hope I’m not disrupting anything.” senior Daniel said. “I’m actually busy with my uncle” “Oh!!! so sorry. Then I’ll talk to you later. Just call
me when you’re free” He said and I replied with an okay before we
ended the call. Dropping the phone back on the table, uncle Sam finally spoke up. “Who was that? your boyfriend abi? you’ve started dating ehn?” “No uncle Sam, He’s not my boyfriend oo, I don’t have any boyfriend. He is just my school father.” I replied.You don’t know that’s how it all starts. Don’t pay
attention to them oo. You don’t know I’m the one that’ll marry you.” He said with a smile.....
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The Brick
Author Starlord
A young and successful executive was traveling down a neighborhood street, going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar.
He was watching for kids darting out from between parked cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something. As his car passed, no children appeared. Instead, a brick smashed into the Jag's side door!
He slammed on the brakes and backed the Jag back to the spot where the brick had been thrown.
The angry driver then jumped out of the car, grabbed the nearest kid and pushed him up against a parked car shouting, "What was that all about and who are you? Just what the heck are you doing? That's a new car and that brick you threw is going to cost a lot of money. Why did you do it?"
The young boy was apologetic.
"Please, mister... please, I'm sorry but I didn't know what else to do," He pleaded. "I threw the brick because no one else would stop... " With tears dripping down his face and off his chin, the youth pointed to a spot just around a parked car.
"It's my brother," he said. "He rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I can't lift him up."
Now sobbing, the boy asked the stunned executive, "Would you please help me get quiet him back into his wheelchair? He's hurt and he's too heavy for me."
Moved beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat. He hurriedly lifted the handicapped boy back into the wheelchair, then took out a linen handkerchief and dabbed at the fresh scrapes and cuts.......

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The words you are about to experience are true. They will change your life if you let them. For they come from the very heart of God... He loves you...and He is the Father you have been looking for all your life. This is His love letter to you...
My Child…
You may not know me, but I know everything about you …Psalm 139:1
I know when you sit down and when you rise up …Psalm 139:2
I am familiar with all your ways …Psalm 139:3
Even the very hairs on your head are numbered …Matthew 10:29-31
For you were made in my image …Genesis 1:27
In me you live and move and have your being …Acts 17:28
For you are my offspring …Acts 17:28
I knew you even before you were conceived …Jeremiah 1:4-5
I chose you when I planned creation …Ephesians 1:11-12
You were not a mistake, for all your days are written in my book …Psalm 139:15-16
I determined the exact time of your birth and where you would live …Acts 17:26
You are fearfully and wonderfully made …Psalm 139:14
I knit you together in your mother's womb …Psalm 139:13
And brought you forth on the day you were born …Psalm 71:6
I have been misrepresented by those who don't know me …John 8:41-44
I am not distant and angry, but am the complete expression of love …1 John 4:16
And it is my desire to lavish my love on you …1 John 3:1
Simply because you are my child and I am your Father …1 John 3:1
I offer you more than your earthly father ever could …Matthew 7:11
For I am the perfect father …Matthew 5:48
Every good gift that you receive comes from my hand …James 1:17
For I am your provider and I meet all your needs …Matthew 6:31-33
My plan for your future has always been filled with hope …Jeremiah 29:11
Because I love you with an everlasting love …Jeremiah 31:3
My thoughts toward you are countless as the sand on the seashore ...Psalms 139:17-18
And I rejoice over you with singing …Zephaniah 3:17.....

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Effective Immediately:
Please be aware that there are changes you need to make in your life. These changes need to be completed in order that I may fulfill my promises to you to grant you peace, joy and happiness in this life. I apologize for any inconvenience, but after all that I am doing, this seems very little to ask of you. I know, I already gave you the 10 Commandments. Keep them. But follow these guidelines as well...
1. QUIT WORRYING
Life has dealt you a blow and all you do is sit and worry. Have you forgotten that I am here to take all your burdens and carry them for you? Or do you just enjoy fretting over every little thing that comes your way?
2. PUT IT ON THE LIST
Something needs done or taken care of. Put it on the list. No, not YOUR list. Put it on MY to-do-list. Let ME be the one to take care of the problem. I can't help you until you turn it over to me. And, although my to-do-list is long, I am, after all, God. I can take care of anything you put into my hands. In fact, if the truth were ever really known, I take care of a lot of things for you that you never even realize.
3. TRUST ME
Once you've given your burdens to me, quit trying to take them back. Trust in me. Have the faith that I will take care of all your needs, your problems and your trials. Problems with the kids? Put them on my list. Problem with finances? Put it on my list. Problems with your emotional roller coaster? For my sake, put it on my list. I want to help you. All you have to do is ask.
4. LEAVE IT ALONE
Don't wake up one morning and say, "Well, I'm feeling much stronger now, I think I can handle it from here." Why do you think you are feeling stronger now? It's simple. You gave me your burdens and I'm taking care of them. I also renew your strength and cover you in my peace. Don't you know that if I give you these problems back, you will be right back where you started? Leave them with me and forget about them. Just let me do my job.....

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Funny how simple it is for people to trash God, and then wonder why the world's going to hell.
Funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but question what the Bible says.
Funny how everyone wants to go to heaven, provided they do not have to believe, think, say, or do anything the Bible says.
Funny how someone can say "I believe in God," but still follow Satan who, by the way, also "believes" in God.
Funny how we are quick to judge, but not to be judged.
Funny how you can send a thousand 'jokes' through e-mail and they spread like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing.
Funny how the lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but the public discussion of God is suppressed in the school and workplace.....

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A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared. He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole.


Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could, and it could go no further.

So the man decided to help the butterfly. He took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon.


The butterfly then emerged easily. But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings.

The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time.


Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.

What the man, in his kindness and haste, did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening were God's way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.

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Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our lives.


If God allowed us to go through our lives without any obstacles, it would cripple us.

We would not be as strong as what we could have been. We could never fly!

I asked for Strength... and God gave me Difficulties to make me strong.

I asked for Wisdom... and God gave me Problems to solve.


I asked for Prosperity... and God gave me Brain and Brawn to work.

I asked for Courage... and God gave me Danger to overcome......

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What do you expect from such easy creatures?

Your ultimate call remains placed. The storage is all yours.

wedding ceremony plans take care of themselves.

wedding dress $5000. wedding ceremony Tux apartment-$a hundred. Chocolate is just another snack.

You can be President.

You can never be pregnant.


You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park. You can wear NO shirt to a water park.

Car mechanics tell you the truth. The world is your oyster.

You never have to drive to another gas station restroom because this one is just too icky.

         


You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt.

Same work, but more pay.

Wrinkles add character.

People never stare at your chest when you're talking to them.

The occasional well-rendered belch is practically expected.

New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet.

One mood all the time.

Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat.

A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase.

You can open all your own jars.

You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness.....

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I have a pal named Dany bulky who owns a horse ranch in Easter component. He has let me use his house to position on fund-elevating occasions to raise money for children at threat applications.The last time I was there he introduced me by saying, “I want to tell you why I let Micheal use my horse. It all goes back to a story about a young man who was the son of an itinerant horse trainer who would go from stable to stable, race track to race track, farm to farm and ranch to ranch, training horses. As a result, the boy’s high school career was continually interrupted. When he was a senior, he was asked to write a paper about what he wanted to be and do when he grew up.

           


        “That night he wrote a seven-page paper describing his goal of someday owning a horse ranch. He wrote about his dream in great detail and he even drew a diagram of a 200-acre ranch, showing the location of all the buildings, the stables and the track. Then he drew a detailed floor plan for a 4,000-square-foot house that would sit on a 200-acre dream ranch.


     “He put a great deal of his heart into the project and the next day he handed it in to his teacher. Two days later he received his paper back. On the front page was a large red F with a note that read, `See me after class.’


     “The boy with the dream went to see the teacher after class and asked, `Why did I receive an F?’

    

        “The teacher said, `This is an unrealistic dream for a young boy like you. You have no money. You come from an itinerant family. You have no resources. Owning a horse ranch requires a lot of money. You have to buy the land. You have to pay for the original breeding stock and later you’ll have to pay large stud fees. There’s no way you could ever do it.’ Then the teacher added, `If you will rewrite this paper with a more realistic goal, I will reconsider your grade.’....

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“Welcome uncle Sam!!!!” I screamed as I hugged
him after opening the door. “How are you, my
dear?”, he had replied. Uncle sam was one of my
favourite uncles. He would bring a lot of gifts for
me and my sister whenever he came for visits. He
would take us out and spend time with us. Some
people even started calling him our second father
because of the relationship he had with us. He
was my father’s only brother. He wasn’t married
even though he was about twenty-six years old,
but he lived a comfortable lifestyle alone in a very
fine bungalow. On the other hand, I lived with my
parents, my sister, Esther and the house help,
Francis who we usually called Frank.
‘Where is your sister?” Uncle Sam asked. “She is
sleeping”, I replied. “And your parents?”, he asked
further. “They’re out”, I replied again. “And Where
is Frank?”, “Uncle Sam, it seems like you missed
everyone oo, this one you’re asking about them
like this?” I replied. “Eh! Yes! yes, I did. So where
is Frank?”, He kept asking so I told him he went
out with my parents. Immediately I said so, he
smiled. “So we are the only ones around?”, He
said. “Yes and Esther”. He moved from behind the
couch where he had been standing and sat on the
couch. “Meso!!!” He called my nickname just as
everyone did. “Yes, uncle Sam”. “I’ve told you to
be calling me Sam, not uncle Sam, you know I’m
not as old as your Father”, he said as he winked
at me. “But uncle Sam, you know mama will slap
me when she hears me say your name without
adding the uncle before it”, I argued. “Oya, call
me by my name only when we are alone”, he said
and I nodded in response. I asked him what he
had brought for us this time. He simply gestured
his hands for me to sit beside him. I skipped
happily as I sat down close to him. He gave me
the fancy looking bag that he had been holding
and I collected it immediately, excited to see what
was inside. I removed the first item my hand was
able to grasp. It was a nice looking blouse, I
smiled when I saw it, but he said it was for my
sister so I reached into the bag to grab something
else. This time, I grabbed a blouse again, this one
even fancier than the first. He said it was for my
sister again. This happened for two more rounds
until I spoke up. “Uncle Sam, this bag is already
getting slimmer oo”, I squeezed my face, but he
insisted that I keep checking so I reached for
another Item and this time, It didn’t feel the same
as the other items I had reached for. Some parts
of this item had soft spots while the other parts
had a harder spot. I squeezed my face as I
brought out the item. Behold it was a bra. I
looked puzzled when I saw this, but uncle Sam
just smiled at me and said, “They told me that
you are now a big girl so I just decided to buy this
one since that is what big girls wear”. Indeed, my
adolescence stage was running ahead of me as I
had started growing breasts and seeing my
monthly flow just at the age of eleven, but I was
just surprised that my uncle would get bras and
panties for me. I was happy that I could add to
my collection from the ones my mum got for me,
but I felt very embarrassed because even my
father had never had to buy girly things like this
for me. My mother was always the one who took
care of the female issues. I slowly muttered a
 ‘thank you’ before he said “So, go and try them,
let me see”. I looked at him in confusion and said.
‘Ahh, Sam I can’t wear these ones in front of you
oo”. He just laughed and said that I shouldn’t be
shy because he even remembers carrying me
naked in his arms when I was a baby. I only used
my hands to hide my face from embarrassment
but I didn’t try them on. While I was about to
leave with the gifts he got for us, he held my
hands and pulled me back. “There is one last
thing you haven’t opened”, he said as he handed
me another fancy looking bag, but this one was
way smaller. I smiled and collected it with
excitement as I dug in to find out what it was. My
eyes almost fell out when I saw it was a brand
new phone still in its pack and a sim card. I
screamed and screamed with excitement as he
laughed at my joy. I always wanted a phone but
my parents always told me I was still too young to
be using one. Even though I told them that my
classmates already had phones they still insisted
that I wait until I was a bit older. “Uncle Sam,
thank you! thank you!”, I blurted out as I hugged
him but he squeezed his face instead of smiling
with me. “Uncle Sam, did I say something wrong”,
I asked but he squeezed his face even more
before he opened up. “Haven’t I told you to stop
calling me Uncle Sam? Call me Sam or don’t talk
to me again oo”, he squeezed his face, giving me
the baby attitude. I nodded in agreement and said
I was sorry before he smiled at me.....
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One young academically amazing individual went to apply for a managerial role in a huge corporation. He passed the first interview, the director did the last interview, made the remaining decision. The director determined from the CV that the young people’s instructional achievements had been brilliant all of the manner, from the secondary college until the postgraduate research, by no means had a year whilst he did no longer score.

The director asked, “Did you acquire any scholarships in school?” The kids spoke back “none”.The director asked, “Was it your father who paid for your school fees?” The youth answered, “My father passed away when I was one year old, it was my mother who paid for my school fees”.



The director asked, “Where did your mother work?” The youth answered, “My mother worked as clothes cleaner. The director requested the youth to show his hands. The youth showed a pair of hands that were smooth and perfect”.

The director asked, “Have you ever helped your mother wash the clothes before?” The youth answered, “Never, my mother always wanted me to study and read more books. Furthermore, my mother can wash clothes faster than me”.

The director said, “I have a request. When you go back today, go and clean your mother’s hands, and then see me tomorrow morning”.

The youth felt that his chance of landing the job was high. When he went back, he happily requested his mother to let him clean her hands. His mother felt strange, happy but with mixed feelings, she showed her hands to the kid. The youth cleaned his mother’s hands slowly. His tear fell as he did that. It was the first time he noticed that his mother’s hands were so wrinkled, and there were so many bruises in her hands. Some bruises were so painful that his mother shivered when they were cleaned with water.

This was the first time the youth realized that it was this pair of hand....

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Ever considering the fact that the start The female’s member of the family disagree her dating with the boy. saying that because of own family historical past, if she insist of being together with the boy, she’ll go through for her complete lifetime.


due to the stress implemented by way of circle of relatives participants, she frequently quarrel with him.    The girl does love the boy, she used to ask him, “How much do you love me?” Because the boy is not good with words, he used to make her angry. With additional comment from her parents, her mood get even worse. The boy, has become her “anger releasing target”. And the boy, just silently allowed her to continuously release her anger on him.


Later, the boy graduated from University. He plan to further study overseas but before he left. He proposed to the girl… ” I, don’t know how to say nice words but I do know that, I love you. If you agree, I am willing to take care of you, the whole life. About your family members, I will work hard to convince them and agree on us.”

              


“Marry me, will you?”, the girl agreed.

And her parents, looking at the effort shown by the boy, agreed with them. Finally, before the boy go oversea, they are engaged. The girl stay back in the hometown, step into the working society where as the boy continuing his study oversea. They maintained their relationship through telephone and letters. Although time is difficult to get through with, but both of them never give up.


One day, the girl left home for work as usual on her way to the bus stop, a car lose control and knock her down. As she awake from unconsciousness, she saw her parents and realize how seriously she got hurt and how fortunate of her, not to get killed.


Looking at her parents, with their faced got all wet by their tears, she tried to comfort them. But then, she found out that She can’t even spell out a word, she tried her best to make some voice but all she managed, was to breath without any voice. She’s mute. 


According to the doctor, the injury affected her brain, and that cause her to be mute for the rest of her life. Listening to her parents persuade, but can’t even reply with a single word, the girl collapsed. Throughout the days, others than crying silently, still it is crying....

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A curious child asked his mother: “Mommy, why are some of your hairs turning grey?”

The mother tried to use this occasion to teach her child: “It is because of you, dear. Every bad action of yours will turn one of my hairs grey!”

The child replied innocently: “Now I know why grandmother has only grey hairs on her head.”


A couple going on vacation but his wife was on a business trip so he went to the destination first and his wife would meet him the next day.

When he reached his hotel, he decided to send his wife a quick email.

Unfortunately, when typing her address, he mistyped a letter and his note was directed instead to an elderly preacher’s wife whose husband had passed away only the day before.

When the grieving widow checked her email, she took one look at the monitor, let out a piercing scream, and fell to the floor in a dead faint.

At the sound, her family rushed into the room and saw this note on the screen:

Dearest Wife,

Just got checked in. Everything prepared for your arrival tomorrow.

P.S. Sure is hot down here.


A Professor was traveling by boat. On his way he asked the sailor:

“Do you know Biology, Ecology, Zoology, Geography, physiology?

The sailor said no to all his questions.

Professor: What the hell do you know on earth. You will die of illiteracy.

After a while the boat started sinking. The Sailor asked the Professor, do you know swiminology & escapology from sharkology?

The professor said no.

Sailor: “Well, sharkology & crocodilogy will eat your assology, headology & you will dieology because of your mouthology.......

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Tess was a precocious eight year old when

she heard her Mom and Dad talking about

her little brother, Andrew. All she knew was

that he was very sick and they were

completely out of money. They were moving

to an apartment complex next month

because Daddy didn’t have the money for the

doctor bills and our house. Only a very costly

surgery could save him now and it was

looking like there was no-one to loan them

the money. She heard Daddy say to her

tearful Mother with whispered desperation,

“Only a miracle can save him now.”

Tess went to her bedroom and pulled a glass

jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet.

She poured all the change out on the floor

and counted it carefully. Three times, even.

The total had to be exactly perfect. No

chance here for mistakes. Carefully placing

the coins back in the jar and twisting on the

cap, she slipped out the back door and made

her way 6 blocks to Rexall’s Drug Store with

the big red Indian Chief sign above the door.

She waited patiently for the pharmacist to

give her some attention but he was too busy

at this moment. Tess twisted her feet to

make a scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared

her throat with the most disgusting sound

she could muster. No good.

Finally she took a quarter from her jar and

banged it on the glass counter. That did it!

“And what do you want?” the pharmacist

asked in an annoyed tone of voice. “I’m

talking to my brother from Chicago whom I

haven’t seen in ages,” he said without

waiting for a reply to his question.

“Well, I want to talk to you about my brother,”

Tess answered back in the same annoyed

tone. “He’s really, really sick… and I want to

buy a miracle.”.....

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A successful and famous enterprise man changed into growing old and knew it is high time he choosed a successor to take over the commercial enterprise.

As a substitute of choosing one of his directors or his kids, he decided to do

something extraordinary. He referred to as all the young executives in his organization together.

He said, “it's time for me to step down and pick the subsequent CEO. i've determined to choose certainly one of you.”

The young executives had been greatly surprised, but the boss endured. “i am going to give each one among you a SEED nowadays – one very unique SEED. I want you to plant the seed, water it, and come back right here three hundred and sixty five days from nowadays with what you have got grown from the seed i've given you. i'm able to then judge the plant life that you convey, and the only I pick out might be the following CEO.”


One man, named Jim, become there that day and he, like the others, obtained a seed. He went home and excitedly, told his spouse the story. She helped him get a pot, soil and compost and he planted the seed.

He water it and watch to see if it had grown. After approximately 3 weeks, some of the colleagues started to talk about their seeds and the plants that had been beginning to grow....

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She had curves. And breasts. A derriere man could grab onto. And dunes of ruby red hair botched around her shoulders, lowered to her love handles. She moved into view, away from the French doors as he leaned back calmly into his chair. The look on her face told him that she knew oh so very well what was going to happen – that this was no ordinary business gathering. His eyes drifted down to her blue dress clutched to a succulent coke bottle figure. She was definitely a lusty, full-figured woman – everything he dreamed of.


Her big, bright eyes were sultry and eccentric, an amazing mixture of jade green, blue and gold. He thought they looked like shimmering gemstones. They were gorgeous, in their own right. Her slightly parted lips were so full and red; it looked like she’d been kissed. A lot.

Maybe she had?


With that thought, his hands clenched into fists and his fangs threatened to lengthen. Moving like a raiding serpent, he seized her and pulled her against him, so intimidating, he bet, she felt each and every millimetre of his resilient body. Frantic, she wriggled against him, and he gasped unexpectedly. She stilled immediately, startled by the physical evidence of his response to her..

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We all checked out of our various hotel rooms and piled into the cars. A bunch of us, loosely from the same dorm, had driven down from the U to watch the men’s basketball team in the finals. We won, so that morning everyone was laughing and joking and in good spirits. I was in the front seat of Scott’s car, and his sister Renee and our friend Heather were in the backseat. We were one of a caravan of cars headed home.
We were laughing and joking in Scott’s car.

Most of the jokes centered on Scott being a geek. I remember him saying “You’re just lucky this geek has a car.” Scott wore glasses and was an Engineering major, but other than that he seemed like a regular guy.

He laughed with us easily and seemed not the least bit uncomfortable having three girls in his car. He wasn’t skinny, but actually fit.

He wasn’t strikingly handsome, but more the kind of guy with average looks that could grow on you. His sandy brown hair was cut short and he was clean shaven and had clear skin. He was more nondescript than anything. Then Heather got a text on her phone from Mel in the car in front that said some folks in her car wanted to stop at the Renaissance Fair for which we had just seen signs.


Scott’s face lit up. “Cool! I love Renaissance Fairs. That would be awesome.”
“That’s because you’re a geek,” said his sister Renee.

“If you mean because of the sci-fi fantasy books I read, then yeah, you’re right,” he shot back with a sheepish grin.
“What is it like at a Renaissance Fair?” I asked, because as an English/Journalism major I had had my share of Renaissance literature classes, and actually thought I might like to go.......

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Caveat Emptor
George’s eyes almost gorged out of their sockets as he beheld the very busty lady standing restlessly by the roadside that balmy afternoon. He stomped his brakes furiously and parked right in front of her, although he covered her almost entirely with the dust that rose as he forced his Infiniti CRV to an unprepared halt, the lady remained unmoved. Georgesmiled and gestured an apology,feigning remorse, yet he wasn’t going to let the next vehicle take that chance.
It was when the dust successfully subsided, that he noticed the lady has also been gifted with a very noticeable beauty. Her curves had been brilliantly outlined in the beautiful, extra-tight red gown she wore. Her face wore perfect makeup, nothing appeared too much, everything was just as George would have wanted for the weekend.
He wind down and broadened his smile, admiring the lady who had, along the line rose her right hand – in safe impulse, over her face to prevent inhaling the dust. A sheepish frown emerged on her face as she let the hand down stylishly.
“Where to?” He requested in his softest gentleman voice, as if he didn’t know that such ladies didn’t have a destination.She – like many of her kind – was just looking out for a prey that would volunteer to bag her burden throughout the weekend. Of course, such Samaritan task wasn’t going to be without justifiable reward. George was lucky, everything before now had revealed that the weekend which was just starting was going to be a glamorous one for him, with the attractive figure now leaning on his car, his conviction peaked......

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There are many things that are gifted from a mother to a daughter, and one of the most inspiring gifts any mother can give is advice. 


Most being paste down from generation to generation, trended words coming from grandmother and great grandmother, maybe even further up the ladder. Most of us girls tend to take up the advice or challenge the very gravity of it. For most Eastern cultured girls, testing the weight-age of the advice tends to spill on us, most of the time. The more fortunate Western girls break free of the old housewife tales to experience and create advice of their own. Later on, I guess, most of them figure that they should have listened to their mothers in the first place, but as long as it was worth the adventure.


My mother, being of Eastern decent, completely bombarded me with our cultures, traditions, norms, and the inner working of our society. Unfortunate for the both of us was, coming from Eastern roots; I was raised with Western thoughts. Throughout my upbringing both these schools of thought were in constant controversy with one another. Making me the confused mess I so proudly am today. Being a living, breathing, walking product of cultural diffusion, the mixing of everything tends to get a little hectic in the head. The mind sees too many options of resolving issues, too many ways to dress, too many ways to cook, and too many ways to behave. Let’s face it, our roots, the cultures that we represent affect not just the color of our passports or the ethnicity that we check off on forms, it predicts the manner to which we live our lives. Hence, the typical stereotypes that are made to each ethnic group. Now, most people might think, “wow, that’s great that you’re a complete mix, what are you complaining for?” Well, it was never considered a bad aspect of a person’s personality; however, it can only be properly utilized or coped with living in an environment where everyone is a culturally diffused person, like London, Toronto, New York City, or any city in the world that houses massive populations of immigrants. The problem of being culturally diffused occurs when you head back to the mother country.


Now being catapulted back to the country of your forefathers with a mixed view of society can be epic-y disastrous for a person. Now you’re back to where your parents started and don’t know how to exactly fit in. The first problem faced was communication. Of course, my mother taught me the language, being of Eastern thought you have to teach your children the original mother tongue, or else parent’s get the feeling that the child will never survive in the world. But thorough and fluent communication of the language was never grasped, because all we spoke was English. So expression of feelings, thoughts, and ideas tend become disarrayed when pronouncing them to people around you. For some unfortunate people, they get labeled as the “ultra-liberal”. Now back in the Mother Country, Mama’s advice is more like a “How-to-Survive” methodology guide. Every aspect of the advice implemented saves you from like committing heinous “crimes”......

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Blurb

Salil loves a shadow which into many characters reveals secrets of life. Aalya his neighbor is doing research in English literature. Her guide Seema is a childless lesbian. Paul, husband of Seema is a drama director, I am the protagonist, who coins philosophies for day to day events and my wife Sulekha is the second protagonist who makes coincidences happen with her artful manipulations. Read to learn what happens when....


Snippets from the book that would make you stop & think–

“He who loves, cares. He cares about you more than he cares about himself. What you like and what you dislike. What please or displease you. If you feel sick, he takes better care than a professional. A professional care is mechanical. The care of your loved ones has a healing effect on your ailment, and also strengthens your emotional and spiritual bonding.” ~ Anupam

“A shadow has no colour of its own. It has many shades of gray to black, depending upon the intensity of light. It moves with the object and also with the movement of the source of light. A reflection and silhouette are different from a shadow since they do not have any existence. The shadow is positive; it’s not the absence of something. It’s an effect of the cause; it’s not part of the object” ~ Salil


“Not really, the opposite of good is not necessarily bad” ~ Anupam

“It is good to pray even if you do not believe in God” ~ Anupam

“All good stories lead to a resolution of escalated tension. How can there be a story unless something goes wrong?’ ~ Aalya

“When two strangers from different backgrounds & upbringings decide to spend their life together, how can they live happily together unless they are ready to make compromises? So life is nothing but a series of adjustments. If you love, all sacrifices are valuable” ~ Aalya ..........

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The words are there underneath, bubbling, frantic. But somehow, they do not find a way to be said or written.
Maybe because these days, I feel less of a need to tell a story, and more of a desire to weep.
I can’t write.

Last night, I read about the El Nino phenomenon on Wikipedia, yesterday. And it felt like I was reading my biography. I am those lands ravaged by storms, lashed by droughts, broken.
I can’t write.

The zeitgeist is rich with writing materials. The increasing antiquation of our currency, the fuel hikes and imminent strikes, Tiwa and Omawumi, Cattle herders and Avengers. It’s an interesting time to be alive.
I can’t write

This morning, I almost asked out my best friend’s partner. I almost risked my friendship with her, because she made the inability to write not feel like a tsunami’s waves banging on the fencing of my soul. And I wanted that feeling for a while longer. I wanted to explore how she made it happen. Deeper and deeper into her. I almost, but I still betrayed her.
I can’t write.

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My name is Jennifer. I was born in the suburb of Lagos state. After several attempts on child bearing, my parents had giving up when I was 5; hence I became a loner; an only child. I have been lonely all my life. While growing up, my dad left by 5am to work every morning and my mum was always attending to church businesses. I didn’t haven’t friends so I just stay alone; all by myself. We have never lived alone, like a nuclear family; one relation or the other was always in the house either living with us or paying a visit.

My cousin had come to live with us when I was 5; he quickly became my “brother”.. I was happy, finally am not alone. I was free with him, played with, could confide in him. Then the day came, the day I dread the most; the beginning of my troubles, my dirtiness. My parents had gone out and it was just the both of us in the house. He told me to lay down cos he wants to tickle me… then he said, “open your legs”; then his finger went in between my legs. I didn’t understand what was going on.

Fortunately, and unfortunately, my mum had come home early. while he continued “tickling” me, my mum kept knocking at the door, then she peeped through the door hole and saw what was going on. There was a loud scream and I was quickly asked to dress up. My cousin opened the door; my mum gave me the beating of my life. That was the start of my abuse even as a child.

I became so withdrawn. No idea what the “tickle” meant. I was spanked thoroughly but still don’t know what was wrong about it. So I carried on with my life, avoided my cousin and continued in my lone, solitude life. My mum wasn’t there to talk to me… All I ever wanted was to be truly loved, truly cared for, truly wanted.

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Dr. Etim doubled back and headed for the ICU, forgetting, in his haste, to lock his office. He took quick hurried steps towards the north-wing of the County Hospital, restraining from breaking into a run. Alfreda followed from a considerable distance still panting to catch her breath.

Dr. Etim’s pulse quickened as he made for the ICU. There was only one patient in the ICU. His mind joggled all possibilities. He couldn’t get much from Alfreda. So he assumed the worst must have happened. “They need him to certify the patient, he thought, gulping back the tears that had welled up in his eyes as his thoughts drifted to Dr. Tonye Martins.

This is one loss she might not be capable of bearing. She might never get over it. Not after all she’d done to save his life. And even though she would not admit it, he knew her well enough to know that she is crazy about Andre despite the fact that he’s such a jerk-ass. Dr. Tee, as Dr. Etim calls his protégée, is in love with her fiancé, Andre Selemane. She loved the cheating bastard enough to donate her precious rare blood-type to keep him alive. How would he tell her that all their effort was in vain? How?

Dr. Etim was still in deep thought when he turned into the corridor that led to the ICU. A cluster of hospital staffs gathered at the lobby of the ICU hove into his view. They were talking in hushed tones trying unsuccessfully not to disrupt the tranquility.

However, as Dr. Etim approached the room fell silent. He nudged his way through the pile and was greeted with rapturous gazes and smiles. Suddenly, Nurse Sylvia appeared from amongst them. She seemed dumbfounded with excitement as she gestured towards the doorway.


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You had woke up with much euphoria to your daily routine that Saturday morning.

You quickly woke up the kids to the family altar for the early morning devotion.

It was great and Spirit filled as usual.

You picked your megaphone to set out to your early morning Evangelism like you do every morning save Sundays.

You felt strange; like something was pulling you back. But you refused to let any feelings stop you.

“What shall separate me from the love of Christ?” You said to encourage yourself.

Your husband bade you to stay home today “Mojisola mi, why don’t you stay back today. You know how the security around here is?”

But you were unrelenting. You had heard him say those words over and over again and you won’t let him stop you! “Not today!” You exclaimed.

Your kids watched you as you closed the gate. You had already told the older ones to take care of the younger ones when the day breaks fully. “I will soon be back.” you said.

Stepping out to the street you soon forgot all those feelings. You stepped out with the hope of winning more souls through the Word of God.

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I did write you a poem, yes I did.
It was just for you.
Finished it even before starting
but forgot to tell you
that I left it with you even before leaving.
I could have dropped it at the door of your room
but feared you might kick it away
with the feet of your broom
and send it with haste to the waste bin to lay.
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