Thanks everyone. _{doing a bow}

Honestly I have read all _{maybe not all} of Sisikill's write ups here and elsewhere and I really really think she is very very talented. The words just seem to flow right of her fingers.


@Sisikill
i don't know really, i guess he's just one of those 10-12 year olds who still behave like they're 3 or 4? Maybe.

Francine Rivers. Beautifully woven tapestry of words all the time

Thanks. But no not published yet. Maybe if i could write like sisikill then i would think about it.

We were going to be late and Michael was doing it again.

He was spilling his food onto the carpet just swept by Stella. The caramel coloured persian rug now had dark smears all over it. She must have swept that floor at least three times already. She knew she would get a whipping from mum if she didn't. And she also dare not yell at the boy because that was guaranteed to get her even worse punishment. So she just stood and watched, broom in hand, ready to sweep anything Michael threw on it. Thankfully he was almost finished with the food.

Watching the scenario from my seat on the other side of the table, I couldn't help but feel sorry for the maid. She was a thin looking girl who tried hard to please mum without much success because everything she did only seemed to aggravate my mother. She never complained though but sometimes I would find her crying in the over the kitchen sink. I was always extra nice to her because I didn't like to see her cry.

Sometimes even I was baffled at my mother's behaviour towards the girl. Ordinarily my mum was a very good person where my brother and I were concerned but when it came to Stella or even our neighbours, Mr and Mrs Solomon, she was not very nice. Maybe it was because the Solomon family were many because they had seven children and Mrs Solomon was always coming to our house to "borrow" some sugar or some detergent or matches every now and then. I once overheard her say to Dad that they were leeches. I don't know what leeches means but Daddy had told her not to say such a horrible thing, so leeches must be a bad word. Daddy had said christians shouldn't think like that but mummy became angry and asked if daddy was saying she was a bad christian.

I don't think my mummy is a bad christian because she takes good care of us but maybe God will think she is a bad christian if she doesn't hurry up with her dressing and we end up getting late to church again. Daddy had already left even before I had finished breakfast so he was definitely a good christian. I didn't want mummy to make me a bad christian so I got up to go into her room to tell her I was ready. I was about to pull the curtain to her room aside when she stepped out.

I glaaced frantically around the poor lit room for another way of escape, not seeing one, I made to pull at the door knob again, only this time there was no door anymore. it was a hole, a huge black receeding hole where the door had been. There was something about the hole that seemd to pul me into it. The old woman was behind me now yelling at me, I couldn't make out her words but she began to do a slow rythmic dance while advancing slowly towards me, her wrinkled hands trying to touch me. I continued to step backwards until I had reached the edge of the hole. Just as the cry for help directed towards BEatrice who still stood immobile at the corner left my mouth, I felt myself start to fall deeper and deeper into an endless abyss.

well, here's my attempt.

Call it coincidence or freaky coincidence.

She had just been tapping her feet to the music blaring from the loudspeaker across the road. The singer was one of those new kids on the block screaming off with his gutsy voice , " E ba mi kigbe ole o, ole, ole, ole". The rythm was nice and she was enjoying it while waiting for the man to pack her goods.

The next thing she knew, she was the cynosure of all eyes, with everyone wondering why the heck she was screaming. She heard herself yelling, "
E ba mi kigbe ole o, ole o, ole", pointing to the western end of the market. For alas, her bag had just been snatched!

wow! this is really a nice thread. away from all the niggling and naggling. good one. enjoyed the stories and truly, nigeria si full of serious talent. kudos to you all.