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 Literature / Re: Nairaland Poetry Club (Launch Thread) by OMA4U(m): 11:12pm On Nov 22, 2014 |
laykorn: I'm still here. |
| Literature / Re: Nairaland Poetry Club (Launch Thread) by OMA4U(m): 11:11pm On Nov 22, 2014 |
Darkrebel: Doom ke? Abeg o. BJ? Please, that's derogatory. |
| Literature / Re: Launching Event Of "Nairaland Poets Club"-Invitation Thread by OMA4U(m): 11:04pm On Nov 22, 2014 |
firestar: This is firestar! |
| Literature / Re: Nairaland Poetry Club (Launch Thread) by OMA4U(m): 11:01pm On Nov 22, 2014 |
D9ty7, I appreciate you, sir. Thanks for the speech. You're already one of us. Besides, I'm a great fan of yours. God bless you. |
| Literature / Re: Nairaland Poetry Club (Launch Thread) by OMA4U(m): 10:51pm On Nov 22, 2014 |
Sir Royver, thank you so much for your awesome speech. God bless you, sir. 1 Like |
| Literature / Re: Nairaland Poetry Club (Launch Thread) by OMA4U(m): 10:50pm On Nov 22, 2014 |
haymoney01: You're welcome, Sir. rejoice with us. |
| Literature / Re: Nairaland Poetry Club (Launch Thread) by OMA4U(m): 10:44pm On Nov 22, 2014 |
iyabodeh: If you're a fan of Maya Angelou, you must have come across I Know Why The Caged Bird Sing. It's poetry at its best. It's one of the poems we are going to study. |
| Literature / Re: Nairaland Poetry Club (Launch Thread) by OMA4U(m): 10:30pm On Nov 22, 2014 |
timpaker: *Thunderous claps amidst hysteric crowd* Thank you, Our dear Timpaker. Catch ya! |
| Literature / Re: Nairaland Poetry Club (Launch Thread) by OMA4U(m): 9:52pm On Nov 22, 2014 |
laykorn:It's indeed touching. It hits me to my bone marrow. God bless our patron. |
| Literature / Re: Nairaland Poetry Club (Launch Thread) by OMA4U(m): 9:45pm On Nov 22, 2014 |
princesa: Thank you, Madam Princesa. God bless you, ma. I remember the old days when I used to sneak in to read poems without commenting until cuddlemii came up with the competition. *feeling nostalgic* I am a murderer by default by princesa. That poem was so vivid and emotional. 1 Like |
| Literature / Re: Nairaland Poetry Club (Launch Thread) by OMA4U(m): 9:41pm On Nov 22, 2014 |
timpaker: Welcome, Sir. *extending the butt of microphone to you* |
| Literature / Re: Nairaland Poetry Club (Launch Thread) by OMA4U(m): 9:37pm On Nov 22, 2014 |
Royver: Mr. Royver, the high table is your seat. Kindly please gait forward and give us a speech. Welcome Sir 1 Like |
| Literature / Re: Nairaland Poetry Club (Launch Thread) by OMA4U(m): 9:35pm On Nov 22, 2014 |
noble4d: *Standing ovation* *crowd clapping and cheering* Thank you, our dear Patron, Noble. 1 Like |
| Literature / Re: Nairaland Poetry Club (Launch Thread) by OMA4U(m): 9:31pm On Nov 22, 2014 |
princesa: Our honourable Poetess, Madam Princesa, we're awaiting your speech, ma'am. Tag: Timparker, firestar, LarrySun |
| Literature / Re: Nairaland Poetry Club (Launch Thread) by OMA4U(m): 9:12pm On Nov 22, 2014 |
I have updated. Now, we are waiting for our VIP to give us speech. Welcome Sir and Ma *abeg the network is a snail presently, so I may not reply to Posts very fast* |
| Literature / Re: Patron Of Matrimony (the Complete Story) by OMA4U(m): 4:21pm On Nov 22, 2014 |
Baba John, a reserved man, who always seemed not to know when to talk or what to say, kept mute. Even when he talked, he would talk as though he counted his words. Though he wanted to speak, Jamal's look was threatening. Jolomi liked him unlike Dibu, her father's friend, too, who always meddled into other people's affairs when they talked. He would never allow them to finish what they were saying before he interrupted them wrongly. What annoyed Jolomi the most was not his round face and bald head, but the way he spoke, they way spittle flew out of his mouth, especially when he pronounced S. If she was eaten and Dibu came in, she would quickly covered her food before he doubled the volume. His thick one-one mark always irritated Jolomi, she loathed people with tribal marks, especially the deep one as if they had offended the piercers, except Sidi, her grandma's maid. Jamal flung away his mother's hand as she tried to touch his head. Remi understood the reasons behind his angers. She had been too far away, far away from the ones they once shared love, far away from her children, her home. "See, there is a fresh wound on your head. You this boy!" She pitied herself and not her son. Jolomi interrupted her mother before she asked the question again. "Mummy, it was one boy in our school who wanted to beat me that Jamal fought." Jolomi lied. Why Jamal had fought the boy was not something she could disclose to her parents. What was transpiring between this brother and sister was obscene, unheard of. An abomination that began years back, through long time of carelessness and abandonment from their parents. Jamal was in love with his sister and any boy who came close to her in school would become a prey to Jamal's hunting prowess and should be ready to boil in his hot sweat. Remi turned to father's friend. "Thank you so much, Baba John." He was now on his feet and was about vacating the mournful home. Baba John did not utter a word concerning Jamal, he seemed to understand the children's plight and long state of oblivions. However, he quite blamed Jackson for the asunder in his family. The asunder no one knew it was just starting, asunder like shards of irreplaceable broken mirror. "Take care of him." Baba John told mother, "I will join you when you are going to Abeokuta tomorrow". He faced her father too," You are a man. So sum up your body as a whole. Thank God, mama was very old before she joined her ancestors. " Jolomi stood still, focused on the vacancy. The last phrase she heard struck her so hard, mama was very old before she joined her ancestors. It got her ruminating on her family's past life. How the family had been before the intrusion. Was grandma really dead? The phrase flashed through her mind as she gaited back to the room again, mama was very old before she joined her ancestors. Her mind travelled far back, far through the torrent of time, to the genesis of maze of muddled confusions and destructions. |
| Literature / Re: Patron Of Matrimony (the Complete Story) by OMA4U(m): 4:14pm On Nov 22, 2014 |
CHAPTER TWO Beko Jackson was Jolomi father's and his eyes were swollen and red and at the instance Jolomi's eyes suddenly met his, she beheld the tears streaming down his cheeks. It was the first time she would see him shed tears and she sensed that a lurking time bomb, which would soon render her deaf with a massive explosion, was solemnly ticking around the corner. Jolomi's father's friend, Baba John, as fondly called, a quiet-looking man of about her father’s age with cream coloured v-shaped face, was lifting away her father's hand from his head as soon as he returned them. Jolomi's father's head had become a carriage that lifted his hands above shoulder. This was an act Jackson would rebuke, saying it wasn't a good omen. Beko was sitting on the floor and leaning against the couch, spreading his legs, putting his hands on the head as he shed tears profusely. Seated on the right arm of the couch was Baba John, patting and consoling him. At the moment her eyes met her father's she swerved her look at Baba John and she invariably looked at the two of them for a moment, puzzled. Her school bag dropped and she ran and simultaneously crawled towards her father on the torn carpet. Jolomi's father sobbed harder and she could hear the nauseating sound as he sucked up his running nose. She could still smell the saturated fear that had accumulated in the house over the years. If her household were dreaded by anything, it was her father. Jolomi's father was fears himself. If he was coming back home, the news would have spread like wildfire beforehand. "Your daddy is coming.....Your daddy is coming." Her street friends would tell her and her brother, so that they could elude the evening lashes that would be administered on their backs. Especially, when her brother was playing football, he would flee like a marauding pest that came across a scarecrow when it had come to steal on the farm. Jolomi's gaze clambered up at Baba John to ask him what went wrong, but she couldn't find her voice. Baba John's eyes were speaking a language she was yet to understand. She went to the door on the right side of the living room, peeping to see if her step mother was at home. She wasn't, Jolomi guessed as there was no sign of breath in that room. She drove her tiny legs back to father's spot. Then, she noticed the curtain of mother's room drifting, and grotesquely, a figure reeled in. It was Remi, Jolomi's mother, and facing her mother squarely when the sun had not gone to sleep was like seeing the moon in a broad daylight. It was a rare occurrence, rare like her father's long lost smiles. She fixed an astounded look toward her. She was bewildered, and her mother seemed to be, too. The riots with the grief that just befell Beko had kept her indoor. Jolomi reluctantly fell into her arms, laying her head on her bosoms. Remi was a bit taller. She patted her on the back as Jolomi leaned closer. "Mummy, I miss you," these words muddled up in a space between her throat and her tongue. She could only mutter her burdened question. What was wrong with father? She asked "Grandma died this afternoon." She said indifferently, "They called him from hometown." "Grandma! Died!" Jolomi exclaimed, then she looked at Jamal who just came in bare-chested through the kitchen door. Remi followed Jolomi's eyes at Jamal. "Jamal, why don't you put on a shirt in this kind of cold?" She asked. Jamal walked pass her, then sat down. He didn't blink his eyes twice towards his father, his condition seemed not to bother him. Remi went close to him. "Jamal, didn't you hear me?" She said this while she noticed the scars on her son's fair body, thick groundnut oil colour type. "Where did you get all these scars on your body?" Jamal shifted away his eyes. 1 Like |
| Literature / Re: WEEKLY INTERVIEW THREAD....(A Subsidiary Of Dammysammytv) by OMA4U(m): 4:10pm On Nov 22, 2014 |
This is the link to Patron of Matrimony www.nairaland.com/2007142/patron-matrimony-complete-story#2007142.13 Read, comment, criticise...... I'm updating this evening. |
| Literature / Re: WEEKLY INTERVIEW THREAD....(A Subsidiary Of Dammysammytv) by OMA4U(m): 4:07pm On Nov 22, 2014 |
laykorn: Yeah. No one can deny the fact that poetry is the most complex genre of literature. Many people would love to read and write poetry, but understanding the how poems are being constructed most times prove scary. Therefore, Nairaland Poetry Club aims to secure a platform where growing and veteran poets come together to teach, learn, read, and write poetry. The most interesting part of poetry is the way it's being written and by coming together we can move poetry to the apex. How I intend to achieve them has already been structured. It will be duly portrayed tonight. No comments, please. Nairaland Poetry Club thread has been opened. Join us tonight as soldiers of pen hum together in a unified voice. www.nairaland.com/2010236/nairaland-poetry-club Thank you, Laykorn. |
| Literature / Re: WEEKLY INTERVIEW THREAD....(A Subsidiary Of Dammysammytv) by OMA4U(m): 3:56pm On Nov 22, 2014 |
texanomaly: Yeah thanks. I have always hoped someone will ask this question someday. Like I said earlier, I read and study prose because I have stories to tell. Patron of Matrimony is one of those stories. It's a real life story of a family with iota of fiction and enhance with fictitious characters. I intend to show the world what parental negligence may cause, not only a family, but also the nation as a whole. Reading further, Patron of Matrimony will take you through the journey of Jolomi's life and the effects a military dictator can as well have at the brim of hope. Thank you, Tex. |
| Literature / Re: WEEKLY INTERVIEW THREAD....(A Subsidiary Of Dammysammytv) by OMA4U(m): 3:47pm On Nov 22, 2014 |
kingphilip: You're welcome, Sir. |
| Literature / Re: WEEKLY INTERVIEW THREAD....(A Subsidiary Of Dammysammytv) by OMA4U(m): 3:45pm On Nov 22, 2014 |
texanomaly:Their loss? Handsomer and Handsomest have occupied the space. I'm fine, and you? |
| Literature / Nairaland Poetry Club (Launch Thread) by OMA4U(m): 3:43pm On Nov 22, 2014 |
First of all, let us praise Almighty God for his grace and mercies to be alive today. I am very pleased and excited to welcome everyone to the launching of Nairaland Poetry Club. On behalf of all NPC members, I extend my greeting and recognition to Seun Osewa, the Founder and CEO of Nairaland. God bless you, Creator. To our dear Mods and our VIP and all other invitees, I thank you for honouring our invitations. I also appreciate the viewers, guests, and ghost readers. Thank you all. I will like to distinctively show deep acknowledgements to the our VIP guests on the high table: * LARRYSUN: He's a Master of Literature, Commander of the Literary Force, The Grammarian, and prominent prose writer with significant, glamourous, mind blowing prose works. He is the well-known author of the Trilogy: The Brand of Cain, The Paradox of Abel, and The Taint of Judas (Coming soon) and Black Maria: A Tales of Two Thieves. I thank you so much, Sir. *NOBLE4D: He's a great poet and teacher, who has impacted his students with great literary style and forms. He's always there to help us write better poetry. He's one of the judges of the just concluded Nairaland Collaborative Poetry Competition. Recently, Sir Noble has been appointed with another brilliant poet, Timpaker, as the patrons of NPC. Thank you for your advice to make this event a success. *TIMPAKER: He's a veteran soldier of words, whose words are mighty enough to pull down Jericho and as well effective to build Rome. He's one of the just concluded Nairaland Collaborative Poetry Competition. He was also the winner of last year Poetry Competition (Organised by Cuddlemii) with his awesome poem, Seductress is Hapless. Thank you, my dear brother. *winks* *TEXANOMALY: She's a wonderful poet and critic. She was the first to lecture us during the past Nairaland Writing Workshop organised by Divepen. Also, she's a member of the Editorial Board of Storried.com *PRINCESA: This is also a talented prose writer as well as a poet. She has dazzled the literature section with beautiful literary works. She's the author of Taking Chances and her awesome poems radiate the poetry section. Visit the thread One Poem For The Road to read Princesa. FIRESTAR: She's a veteran poet with distinct artistic style of constructing poem. Like Princesa, she has dazzled the literature section with beautiful literary works. ROYVER: This is another Soldier of Words, who has blessed the literature section with awed stories like his popular I See Things Others Do Not See. This Doctor was the Winner of Nairaland Collaborative Poetry Competition along side with KRYSTALXXX. KELVINGRAPHICS: I appreciate and recognise KELVINGRAPHICS, the designer of the advertising poster. Please, pardon me to brief others. COOGAR, JENNINMA, KRYSTALXXX, , SAMMYHOE, THEROCK555, MIZMYCOLI, ISHILOVE, AND IBIME. You are all welcome to the high table. Thank you once again. NAIRALAND POETRY CLUB VISION: To attain mastery and skills in the art of constructing beautiful poems. MISION: Through rigorous teaching and learning from the Masters' works, NPC aims to reach out to Africa and the world at large through eloquent use of words. MORE OBJECTIVES: Monday: A poem will be chosen to study (Weekly rotation between African and Non-African Poems) and a theme/form will be chosen to write on incorporating the elements learnt from the chosen poem. Tuesday/Wednesday: Discussion about the poem and the devices that make it unique. Thursday/Friday: A conclusion on the analysis of the poem and it will be posted on NPC thread. Saturday: Submission of poems by members from which two poems will be selected for NPC Anthology. The last Saturday of every month, there will be collaborative poems among members. This is to create a unified voice among NPC members. COMPETITION: It holds twice a year. (Mid-year: Collaborative Competition; End of the year: Individual Competition and the winner will be the poet of the year). End of every year there will be NPC Anthology (Volume One for the first year. Hope to get it published) Club President: Poet of the Year automatically qualifies and two other members will be nominated, followed by general votes. The President will take over and lead the members through another year. OMA4U is the acting President of NPC. Thank you all for your time. Thank you all NPC members for your supports and cooperation. Thank you Almighty God. Abeg a don try. e no easy to type joor……..phew! 16 Likes 5 Shares |
| Literature / Re: WEEKLY INTERVIEW THREAD....(A Subsidiary Of Dammysammytv) by OMA4U(m): 3:39pm On Nov 22, 2014 |
laykorn:LOL....... I don't do chicken lady, but correct babe. |
| Literature / Re: WEEKLY INTERVIEW THREAD....(A Subsidiary Of Dammysammytv) by OMA4U(m): 3:37pm On Nov 22, 2014 |
texanomaly:Yes, Texanomaly. My personal person. |
| Literature / Re: WEEKLY INTERVIEW THREAD....(A Subsidiary Of Dammysammytv) by OMA4U(m): 3:24pm On Nov 22, 2014 |
kingphilip: Thanks Kingphilip. 1. The combination of my moniker is simply an acronym of my names. 2. My real names? I love to be called Dammy. 3. First, I came across poetry in a humorous way, when I never knew what poetry was. Stringing of words to pass a message fascinate me a lot. I started writing my feelings, the sad ones. Joy does not inspire, but sorrow does. And love also does. Love and sorrow have vigorous impact on my emotions. So I started penning down what pains me and what I love. In a nutshell, a friend who saw me writing went through my paper one day and asked if I was writing a poem. It was not really poetry then, I started studying various art of poetry. Story writing: Most writers were avid readers before they became writers. But I became an avid reader because I have my stories to tell and I have to learn how the craft is being done. Thank you once again. I hope I answered your questions, kingphilip. |
| Literature / Re: Launching Event Of "Nairaland Poets Club"-Invitation Thread by OMA4U(m): 1:55pm On Nov 22, 2014 |
| Literature / Re: Launching Event Of "Nairaland Poets Club"-Invitation Thread by OMA4U(m): 1:54pm On Nov 22, 2014 |
Chuksemi: |
| Literature / Re: Launching Event Of "Nairaland Poets Club"-Invitation Thread by OMA4U(m): 1:53pm On Nov 22, 2014 |
Chuksemi:Join us tonight. 8 pm. BTW, it's been a while I heard from you. How are you doing? |
| Literature / Re: Patron Of Matrimony (the Complete Story) by OMA4U(m): 4:59pm On Nov 20, 2014 |
Tolu rose to his feet, he stared at Jamal with rage and frustration, he was devising a brutal plans to end the perpetual beatings that ended in fiasco. He had a go at Jamal again, Jamal who was a fierce fighter swooped swiftly and made sure he rested on his shoulder, then carried him and turned around fast and then landed the boy on the ground again. Tolu winced in pain. He squirmed and let out a loud shriek , not only for his back that was almost broken, but also for the way the boys mocked him. It was embarrassing! Jamal walked around, raising his shoulders high before he lowered them to dust his uniform. Tolu was gasping with his mouth agape like a wandering bull dog in a race to catch up with its master. Jolomi expected him to stick out his tongue, but he didn't. She still stood a few distance away, watching as her brother wounded the boy she was crazy about, the boy that saved her from her abandoned family, the boy who showed her love and cares. She folded her arms while watching as it pained her seeing Tolu fighting because of her. Jamal, who displayed his energy soon came to a fiasco ending and the tide soon changed. He went over Tolu again, but he was unaware that he had harboured a big stone under his palm for a vicious attack. Some of the boys, who saw him picking the stone while Jamal lifted him again, kept mute. They wanted to see what he would perform with the stone. They wanted to see what a mad man would do other than to tear his robe and wear a rag, he would always return to filths the same way Tolu would always return to be beaten. But what followed stunned them, the next thing they heard was the agonizing voice of Jamal, Tolu struck his head with the stone again, and again. Jamal held his head and blood trickled out of his fingers. He tried to escape Tolu's rage, but he was unlucky. Tolu dragged his shirt closer and hit him again. This time it was his shoulder. Tolu weakened his muscles, he felt better and watched as the other students watered Jamal. Tolu's eyes were washing coal tar, darkened with dissipating rage and hidden victory. He glanced at Jolomi, then walked away. ……………………………………………. Outside the school gate, black smoggy smoke wafted through the sky as tires were being burnt. Kiosk and counters were wreaking down and incessantly made pa-pa sound of burning substances. Debris flew into various directions in the vacancy. From junction to junction the choking smell of smoke stuffed Jolomi's breath and from time to time, she raised her fingers and pressed her nose and then released them, then panted for minutes before she pressed the nose again. She walked briskly behind her brother, close the wall, avoiding the smoke and left over black shards and wires that littered every junction. She soon grew tired, trying to meet up Jamal's pace. Jamal was hopping mad at the boy who just defeated him. The guts to go back and attack Tolu got dampened, he rather vented his rage on the ground, pouncing on it as though it was the ground that betrayed his legs, when he fell after the first thump. Jolomi was relatively aware of the wandering flying fragments and shrapnel and was quick to duck them when they flew by. She amounted such riots and protests that took over the place to useless, malevolent act of barbarism. Jolomi's literature teacher had told them in the morning class that Gen. Badamosi Babangida had annulled the election. She proceeded, emphasizing that Hope was gone. What the teacher had chipped in while teaching had had little effect on the pupils. They didn't really know the gravity of what happened, but the way she had said it, streaking her face and blinking her eyes as though she was preventing tears from dropping, had made the students expressionless and still. Jolomi understood vividly what had happened and she knew well the havoc it might cause her family, but Jolomi never thought it would cause this kind of disasters where hoodlums would be burning properties. Why didn't they go to Aso Rock to protest if they were really angry? Why venting their angers on kiosks and counters where the government did not even know that some people were protesting had no meaning? She dodged the rioters as she trudged past them. The reality that seemed to have concealed itself for long time and the peregrination journey to the future was finally here. A step above the pavement was the verandah, the metal door with two pairs which was one was always locked, and the other was left open for the passers. Except that an object bigger than the width of that one opened pair like the new big red lip-stick coloured generator her father just bought, the other pair would remained close. Few minutes after Jamal walked in, Jolomi swung open the gate and what she beheld was a big blow on her face. 1 Like |
| Literature / Re: Patron Of Matrimony (the Complete Story) by OMA4U(m): 4:45pm On Nov 20, 2014 |
On this dirty patch a tree once stood shedding incense on the infant corn: its bough stretched across a heaven brightened by the last fires of a tribe They sent surveyors and builders who cut that tree planting in its place A huge senseless cathedral of doom - Kofi Awoonor (The Cathedral) White linens of sacred matrimony Of love, peace, innocence, and harmony Cleaver and oil slay the robes of cocooned home Torn, tainted, tattered pieces of ragged dome - Patron Of Matrimony CHAPTER ONE Sometimes, some days were known to be longer than others. There were long days and short nights; other times, long nights and short days. The scorching sun had not crept long below its horizon. It was a bit away from the centre of the sky like noon sun, drifting slowly to the south, its setting land. At five-fifteen it was uncommon to see the Sun at that position, but Jolomi thought it was one of those longer days. She never knew or had a foresight that the bizarre bright yellow sun that peered out behind the evening cloud had a great message to tell. There were moments she wished she was a soothsayer, so that she could look into the future, to know what the progressive hand of the wall clock in her father's palour would declare, and to see the dead-end of grandma. And this was one of those moments, she longed to be a seer. Jolomi had buried impracticable thoughts in her mind that grandma was immortal, and that she would live forever, but soon reality would glare at her at the door steps of the facade of her father's house. Jolomi leaned on the coarse wall of the science block close to the school field, she was furious at the frightened wrestling scene that was being dramatised before her. She wanted to move, to push Jamal, her brother, away from the feeble Tolu. But she could not, she feared what might become of her if her brother descended on her. Nothing she could do to stop her jealous brother from engaging in the fight. She inhaled a shallow breath and then strived for another as she focused on the foolish cheerers who made event like this a jamboree. The seventeen years old Jamal, taller than many of his mates, only few are taller than him, but none could withstand his invincible strength. He had strong muscles that would not relinquish in any fight. His attacks were tiger like, fast and furious, contrary to his skinny stature, he would scoop up boys older than him and hit them on the ground. Crowd of boys was always forming a big circle in such a fight and ensuring the winning was getting enough praises that would enliven his strength. Jamal was always involved in any fight in school. He was infamous for fighting and he was dubbed Jamal Mighty. But that day after school had been a different ball game. This kind of thing that happened when the mighty fell. It would be incredulous at first, but later people would come to understand that the mighty also fell. This was the case of Jamal that afternoon. In a tough fight between Jamal Mighty and Tolu, a boy who was known for telling other students how he would beat anyone who trespassed against him. But at the end he was always getting beaten like a stubborn goat. This was the boy Jolomi had found alluring and always wanted to be with. Tolu was a dark, stubborn, but brilliant boy. Being with Tolu always was tantamount to changing the tune she played with her brother, but this, Jamal would never accept, he beat the boy whenever he came across him, but that day was a different ball game. Bone streaking, legs staggering and scooping up dust, spraying it into the onlookers' nose and mouth. Even anyone who obliviously opened his mouth would be fed with dust. Jamal planted his leg in the small bumpy ground, then vigorously handled Tolu's belt around his waist, he was firm on ground before he lifted Tolu, who was now like weightless body in his arms. Jamal gripped him tightly, then he hit him against the ground. If Tolu was a rubber, he would have bounced millions times, then finally burst, but he was human, his bones rather went frail. The Crowd of boys, who had formed a circle as usual, began chanting Mighty!! Mighty!! 1 Like |
| Literature / Patron Of Matrimony (the Complete Story) by OMA4U(m): 4:40pm On Nov 20, 2014 |
This is my first long prose and for those that have read the short story of POM, I have it in full package. Follow me as I take you through Jolomi's life. Thanks to Tex, who advised I make this story a full one, and to few others, who read the short story and asked me to feed them more. Larrysun, welcome and thank you, sir. God bless you all. Tag: Repogirl, LarrySun, Esixlove, vonn, Kayemjay, Ishilove, princesa, Texanomaly, Lilimax, marioking, kassia, kingzpen, Kingphemy, joanana, ppacey, olamilekan08, dhamstar, iyzee21, timmytimmy, temmy4bee, Vikkyk10, Tag: gemiclem, mickstique, 5ky3 , liz4christ, Thiannah, fragilegal, Mercylee , haryormeedeh, unilever, hebraheem20, arabaribiti, jholar, rossyV226, Dawn85 , angelbaby77, Thavik, Xp01, Feyikemi12 , MrNiceGuy5 , Timmytimmy, LouisVanGaal, stephniechi, kreamy28, Bunsky, heefeholuwah, djdeji10 , Schemot, elynneyo, Joyous888 , Tbrak, rahmatitohan, TyHadebimpe, AdeoyeMayowa, D9ty7, Ainooyozi , Martin 9 8, emtebe, typompy234, edwardadex23, Jeffrey Jameslanxebony , Psoul, TemitopeDaniel, dopevick, princesa, repogirl, Ishilove, royver, kamyemjay, dygeasy For those that have read the short story, please kindly read it all over, because there are changes in characters' names and portrayal. Read, comment, criticise, pls. |
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