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| A Tint Of White In The Dark [an Anthology Of Happy And Sad Short Stories] by fikfaknuel(f): 9:11pm On Sep 23, 2016 |
Hello. I'm fikfaknuel, author of the still-being-published "Ajegunle : The Tale From the Ghetto". I was supposed to release this anthology after that but a lot of short stories run in and out of my thoughts so why not now? Undoubtedly, it might be hard, but i'll keep on updating the 'Ajegunle' story. So, be prepared to laugh, cry, and let out emotions you can't even name. The first story comes tomorrow. 3 Likes 1 Share |
| Re: A Tint Of White In The Dark [an Anthology Of Happy And Sad Short Stories] by fikfaknuel(f): 3:03pm On Sep 24, 2016 |
All rights reserved. story one "Rise of a New Dawn" "It is the land of the rising sun. The place where the Eagle sets its nest. The pride of Africa. The only hope for the future. The giant on whose shoulders, the country stands. The place where dreams are hatched. It is here! Chike. Chike, are you not proud to be a biafran?" Father asked me, pride hitting sonorous notes as he sang eulogies, demonstrating, gyrating with sprightness, as his body moved with so much vigor to the lowered songs of Osita Osadebe playing in the background. "Obim, go easy on your steps oo, you know you have rheumatism" mother cautioned from the kitchen where she was cooking bitter-leaf soup, whose scent floated seamlessly into the living room where I was, made to endure this masquerade show gone bad, which was my father, dancing like he had lost his mind. Biafra. The word made me want to puke. It was so stupid to have seperated me from Damilola, the beauty on whose face, moons dangled, whose eyes shone like a sun, exuding heated rays that no body in his right senses could avoid. Damilola, on whose head, her neatly braided hair, sleek and pure, rolled down her nape, her lips, which I would have loved to kiss again, forming pictures on my mind. I felt tormented that Biafra took her away from me, and even in the midst of the joyful african sounds of Osadebe, the terrible dancing of my father which on another day could have served as a great comic event, the addictive aroma which danced into my nostrils, I couldn't think. I couldn't think anything except, Damilola. Love comes, and goes like a sorrowful stream which escapes, when the drinker bends Love is cruel, sweet, bitter, a fake dream that eventually ends. A sad poem, that was, and i'm sure you sang with me, even though your voice wont crack as mine did, you wouldn't feel my pain, except I tell you my story. "Don't ever leave me" Damilola pleaded, crystal tears forming in her eyes, as she held my hands tighter than she had ever done. I was staring into her eyes, fighting back hard, the tears. I wanted to be strong for the both of us, I needed to. "I wont" I assured her, as she came forward, and we locked ourselves in an embrace, our bodies echoing a collective sentiment. We were living a dream. "You cannot have anything to do with a Yoruba girl!" I remembered my mother say. But I disobeyed her, and I will continue to do so. I met Damilola under the thick Indian Almond tree, somewhere in UNN. She looked angelic, even though I hadn't seen her face. Her ambience suggested so. "Can I sit here?" I asked politely, stooping low, pointing at the chair she sat on with my eyes. "Siddon na, na my papa get am?" She replied in an humuorus, down-to-earth manner, totally unlike other undergraduates, who were like angry snakes, hissing ferociously at anyone in sight. I dropped my book first, which was Leo Tolstoy's War and Peace. She stole a quick glance at it, i'm sure, for I dropped the book first on purpose, wanting to impress her. How impudent of me! For quite some time, we were quiet, pretending to be immersed in our books. I pretended to, but the truth was, I couldn't read, not when such an epitome of beauty, a masterpiece of God's artistic excellence and genius was sitting by my side. "Ehem" I cleared my throat, hoping to rouse her attention. I myself, was so immersed for the past three minutes looking at her hazel-colored skin that I didn't see that students who were returning from lectures shook their heads at my 'over-ambition'; trying to woo her. She didn't even turn in my direction. After quite some time, she spoke. "Would you stop looking at me? You are giving these amebo people some free news to talk about" "s-sorry" I managed to say, realizing I had shifted my brains to the back of my head, and allowed my eyes to feast on her ravaging beauty. "I am Damilola" she said, standing up to leave. "Chike, Chike Ugwuanyi" I replied. "Well, Chike, nice to meet you" she offered her hand for an handshake, as I looked at it shell shocked, I guess I looked like a gay man who had been kissed by a mami water. I calmed my nerves, and shook her hand. It was so soft, like it hadn't executed any hard work. She must have sensed my nervousness, as her lips parted, to reveal the most lovely set of teeth any human could so ever be privileged to see. She picked her books, and turned to leave,some few steps away, she turned back, as her smile thinned to a frown, she said "And, Chike. I hope we don't meet again" 5 Likes 3 Shares |
| Re: A Tint Of White In The Dark [an Anthology Of Happy And Sad Short Stories] by yorhmienerd(m): 3:23pm On Sep 24, 2016 |
Seated, |
| Re: A Tint Of White In The Dark [an Anthology Of Happy And Sad Short Stories] by fikfaknuel(f): 4:46pm On Sep 24, 2016 |
oya make I call my people dem *claps* help me to welcome these highly important personalities Kazuna Tgold1 TheBlessedMAN SmartestPopQueen Veekid ROYH mhiz Bibijay123 OlufemiWhit Olatex25 Yorhmienerd RoastedCorn Tiny23 Ranchhoddas Latbas Smart2precise Sinite93 ruggedadventure motion78 Elsomm Jellybabee Witty98 Fiyah Bellville Jaynewrite Akposb Gofwane Ozila FxHouse Kogiguy ritababe Mizquote tooblessed123 Missmossy Ulu45 LordofSamosa Eze2000 AudreyTimms Ladywriter Kingdave30 LarrySun (my mentor) 6 Likes 3 Shares |
| Re: A Tint Of White In The Dark [an Anthology Of Happy And Sad Short Stories] by yorhmienerd(m): 5:44pm On Sep 24, 2016 |
Still here |
| Re: A Tint Of White In The Dark [an Anthology Of Happy And Sad Short Stories] by ROYH(m): 5:58pm On Sep 24, 2016 |
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| Re: A Tint Of White In The Dark [an Anthology Of Happy And Sad Short Stories] by veekid(m): 7:17pm On Sep 24, 2016 |
fikfaknuel: Present sir; wifey will be here soon; trust her for that 1 Like 1 Share |
| Re: A Tint Of White In The Dark [an Anthology Of Happy And Sad Short Stories] by Nobody: 12:33am On Sep 25, 2016 |
fikfaknuel: Thanks for the mention, let me book a space here 1 Like |
| Re: A Tint Of White In The Dark [an Anthology Of Happy And Sad Short Stories] by Ranchhoddas: 12:36am On Sep 25, 2016 |
I don show! |
| Re: A Tint Of White In The Dark [an Anthology Of Happy And Sad Short Stories] by fikfaknuel(f): 10:09am On Sep 25, 2016 |
I trudged back to my lodge like a defeated tortoise, dragging my foot along the ground, staring at the sand as if they would talk to me. What kind of a girl was that? Acting nice one second, and the next, assuming a deathly stare like Medusa, which froze me to my bones, unable to move. I hissed in frustration. I almost lashed out my anger at a stone but then I remembered I needed my legs to attend lectures. As I approached the door of my room, I heard suspecting sounds, and moans. "Ah, grrrt, fvck, uhhh" were the unintelligible invalid words that came out from my room. I peeped through the key hole and what I saw was no surprise to me. Obinna, my roomate, was showcasing his masculine strength on top on a student, thrusting in with all his strength as sweat dripped off his body onto the girl's. I looked at the girl whose eyes were shut in pleasure, and to my surprise, she was quite beautiful. I knocked twice, and waited for the reaction. I heard Obinna curse, 'this mumu boy sef'. I'm sure he kept on, until they hit the climax, as stupid shrieks from the both of them escaped from the room into my ears, and I heard a thud. Obviously, Obinna had fell to the ground in exasperation. After about seven minutes, the door opened and the girl came out, winking at me as she left. I was disgusted. "Nwannem, you dun show?" Obinna my room-mate, a 300 level student of Accountancy, asked me. I didn't reply, and he didn't mind too, he just laid like a dead lizard on the rug, catching his breath. The thoughts currently occupying my mind was none other than Damilola, I wasn't even sure that was her real name. I kicked the bed in frustration, as Obinna's eyes widened, obviously surprised. "Nwannem, calm down na, I go arrange the room" he said, standing up lazily. Obinna was one year my senior in school, but he had always accorded me my respect, as he knew I was not the average second-year, who was immersed in flexing, and maybe the respect was, because I paid seventy percent of the house rent. Obinna was from a slightly-below average family, and was studious, however, his notorious sexual activities might make one think otherwise. The truth was, the girls he slept with exchanged their bodies for his academic assistance. "No be dat one dey do me" I muttered, as I flung my book to the bed, then sat on my study chair. Obinna was surprised by my foul mood. I wasn't like that, and he knew, and so, he came close to me, and sat on the bed, looking into my eyes, with an hand on my shoulder like a big brother would, then he asked "Nwannem, ogini ne me gi?" loosely translated as "My brother, what is disturbing you?" I sighed "It's a girl I met" I said softly, so that the walls wouldn't hear. Obinna laughed like an over-fed ogre, his thick notes echoing in the room. I wished I had a knife in my hands, I would have stabbed inside his mouth. How could he compliment such sadness with an ugly laugh? He immediately knew that he had done wrong by my side, and he put on his normal face back, though I saw the laugh at one side of his lip, protesting it's imprisonment. "Sorry, e just funny. Na girl make you wan comot your leg for dis bed? Fine boy like you" He wasn't wrong. I was a fine young man, dark, and tall, the dream man of almost every young lady. I was an inheritor to the good looks of my parents, my father whom the king of our village wanted as a son-in-law. So I was told, that when he walked, several ladies fainted in admiration. The chief priest I was told, had to carry out a 'spiritual masking' operation on my father to make him look ugly to spirits, and water creatures who wandered the village, looking for handsome young men to claim as husbands. My mother, in her youth won a prestigious beauty event, for all the beautiful maidens in the village, and other seven neighbouring villages. My mother recalled the event with so much pride. "With my beauty, I haunted the dream of every young man but, I only had eyes for your father" she would tell me. So you see, whenever I stood at the mirror, a very handsome person with a pointed nose, hazel-brown eyes, fairly-pink lips, and a curly hair sitting upon an oval- shaped head, shown. I am handsome right? But why was it hard to get a girlfriend, a better half, who would invariably make me a better man. "How she be?" Obinna's question cut through my thoughts. "I can't compare her to a summer day Her beauty melts the gate of hatred Her eyes, renders the admirer blind She was beauty, and beauty, was she" I replied Obinna clapped, saying "bravo" in the midst of the irregular sounds his heavy hands made. "I have an idea" Obinna said "What?" I turned, paying him more attention than how an HIV positive would, in front of a person who claimed to have a cure. "Write her a poem" he suggested "A poem? I don't even know her, or her lodge, only a name, Damilola" "Damilola?" he asked, with eyes wide open in obvious surprise "What? You know her?" I asked, his reaction to the name was unusual. "N-No, I don't. Just didn't think a Yoruba person was in UNN" he defended his first-time reaction. "Okay, I wan sleep" "You no go chop?" he asked me, concerned. "No. I'm not hungry" I replied, placing my head on the study desk. I heard Obinna stand up from the bed, he said, in a low tone "Could it be, Damilola?" 2 Likes 2 Shares |
| Re: A Tint Of White In The Dark [an Anthology Of Happy And Sad Short Stories] by TheBlessedMAN: 6:59pm On Sep 25, 2016 |
fikfaknuel:am i dreaming? My name getting mentioned alongside the great writers of this forum... Wow! Thats definitely enough evidence 4 me, to know that am going to make Heaven.. Am humbled o... Lets embark on this jolly ride... Shall we? [size=30pt] TEAM HERO on BOARD.. [/size] 1 Like |
| Re: A Tint Of White In The Dark [an Anthology Of Happy And Sad Short Stories] by fikfaknuel(f): 8:48pm On Sep 25, 2016 |
The strings which the guitarist plays, its sweet melodies, the joys of motherhood, the happiness of a starved husband returning home to a big bowl of his favorite soup. Yes, that feeling played in my heart, when upon chance, I met Damilola again. It was in the school track field, and some athletic students were showing off their blistering speed on the tracks. Damilola watched, with a frown on her face, as if she wasn't enjoying the free frontrow seat to the unofficial Olympics show. I crept up from behind. Shy, was I, as I approached her, her perfumed body engulfed my nostrils. However, I didn't do that; ask for her permission to sit. After all, it wasn't her father who built it. "What can I do for you?" she asked, once she was aware of my disturbing presence. "Nothing" I said, "I just want to watch the guys train" She retained whatever words she might have seeked to say, clouding them with a sigh. Despite my efforts trying in my head to find a meaningful hook-up line, my intellectual capacity faltered, and I came up short. Totally in no man's land, realizing that it was one thing to write a poem, and another to tell it to a girl you love. My buttocks ached, I realized I had been sitting 'abnormally'. I shifted into position. As I did, the paper on which I wrote the poem fell out my pocket, unintentionally. It was adressed 'DAMILOLA' in block letters. She picked it, as I feared she would, for a human can only try so hard to resist its innate characteristic of curiosity. I turned, shivering, facing the other side, my back to her. Ashamed I was, when my ears picked up a giggle. "Was the poem bad?" "Was it funny?" "Why did she giggle?" I asked, propounding theories in my head as to how desperate and stupid I was, for thinking that a poem, could make a girl fall in love with me. I thought, that if my handsomeness didn't do the trick, then I must be most crazy for thinking that a piece of mumbo-jumbo in the guise of flowery words would do. "I like it" she said, as I turned slowly, wanting to ascertain if my ears heard right. As I did, I tapped both, to rid it of hearing unspoken words. "What did you say?" I asked her She smiled, as she put in inside her black leather purse. "I like it" Those words became the hallmark of my existence. The pride on which I stand. The woman of my dreams, telling me she liked my piece of poetry, in reality. Confidence urgently took me by the right hand as words flowed through my mouth like I was possesed by the spirit of a casanova. "Pardon my intrusion into your leisure" I spoke calmly, escorting the words with pleading eyes. She laughed heartily, then said "O, don't bother, it's hardly my leisure." "I observed something must have occupied your mind, seeing that your pretty lips were curled into what seemed like a frown" Her slender neck bent, as her eyes watched the movement of ants on the ground. For a reason, I felt the question I asked out of concern put her in a sad place. I immediately steered the conversation back on the intended path. "I'm Chike Ugwuanyi, faculty of Arts, English and Literary Studies" She smiled knowingly, parting her hair gently to the side, then said "I am Damilola Afolabi, studying Medicine" "Nice to officially meet you" I said offering my hand for an handshake, which she took. I lifted it high, gently, to my lips, paying her the gentlemanly courtesy of a peck, and also smelt, the lingering scent of a rose in bloom on her. "Lustful paradise?" I asked, trying my gigantic luck on the name of the perfume she had on. "Woah, a man with class" she remarked "It's the brand of a unique, special woman" I praised The skies were turning gloomy, and as an anticipator, I knew that in no time, droplets of water would begin escaping the sky. "Let's leave here. The clouds are becoming angry" I suggested, offering my hand for her to take. She did. 3 Likes 2 Shares |
| Re: A Tint Of White In The Dark [an Anthology Of Happy And Sad Short Stories] by ruggedadventure(m): 12:40pm On Sep 26, 2016 |
fikfaknuel:Baba I humble ooo.... I'm so honoured to be mentioned. 1 Like 1 Share
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| Re: A Tint Of White In The Dark [an Anthology Of Happy And Sad Short Stories] by fikfaknuel(f): 12:42pm On Sep 26, 2016 |
ruggedadventure:I'm most honoured to have you here. |
| Re: A Tint Of White In The Dark [an Anthology Of Happy And Sad Short Stories] by Tgold1(m): 4:39pm On Sep 26, 2016 |
TheBlessedMAN: Oga na Iya Basira Bukka you go make, no be Heaven....... Upon all the crimes we commit together!!!! Even if Baba God call you to enter heaven on judgement day, you no go tell am make He recheck say na mistake, say your name no dey dia  ?1 Like |
| Re: A Tint Of White In The Dark [an Anthology Of Happy And Sad Short Stories] by olatex25(m): 4:49pm On Sep 26, 2016 |
fikfaknuel:present sir..
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| Re: A Tint Of White In The Dark [an Anthology Of Happy And Sad Short Stories] by olatex25(m): 5:45pm On Sep 26, 2016 |
Wow fikh, jst d way i love it.. Kip it cuming bro, following as if my life depends on it.. I Qoute this "when he walked, several ladies fainted in admiration".. Haba kilode na.. |
| Re: A Tint Of White In The Dark [an Anthology Of Happy And Sad Short Stories] by Tgold1(m): 5:59pm On Sep 26, 2016 |
fikfaknuel: Brotherlly I Am Here!!!!!! Present sir |
| Re: A Tint Of White In The Dark [an Anthology Of Happy And Sad Short Stories] by motion78(m): 7:24pm On Sep 26, 2016 |
fikfaknuel:my big ghetto bro, it is my honour to be mentioned.i dey loyal o! |
| Re: A Tint Of White In The Dark [an Anthology Of Happy And Sad Short Stories] by fikfaknuel(f): 1:50pm On Sep 27, 2016 |
Not to bore you with the specifics, Damilola and I blossomed into peas inside a pod, unseperable, unseen to the outside world. Love made my heart flutter like butterflies, anytime I set eyes on her. There came a day, when we were enjoying each others company in a secluded part of the campus She rested her head on my shoulders and I wore a huge satisfactory smile on my face, thanking the heavens, at the same time wondering what I had done to be so lucky. "Dami" I called out to her "Yes, love?" she replied, sitting up, looking into my eyes with so much love that I couldn't contain. "You remember how we met?" I asked, placing my arm around her. "It was in the track field" she said, as I smiled still. I noticed that afterwards, she bit her lower lip in regret. "What is it?" "Nothing" she replied in a dour manner. I observed the shift of moods on her face. She tried so hard to fake a smile, but what she truly felt, wouldn't allow it. I shifted closer to her, our hips grazing each others, "You never told me what you were doing in the track field that day, for I know you terribly hate sports" She broke into a laugh, turning her face away from mine. "You're doing it" I said, gently shifting her neck back towards me. "Doing what?" she asked innocently, with her pretty eyes almost melting my resistance. "You're shielding your emotions with these deceitful laughter. I can help, I can-" "Stop it, Chike! Stop! There's more to life than just poetry" she raged at me. I was taken aback, shocked. That was the first time she had ever yelled at me. I almost wanted to give up on her, on us. But no, love perseveres. I held her hands, looking into her eyes, telling her ''it's okay". A moment of bliss; our kiss, she fondled my tongue with hers, I caught her lips off-guard, we licked our mouths dry, not even giving the faintest attention to anybody sneaking up on us. She broke it, the kiss. As she sat down on the grass, her back to me, and said; "I couldn't run" I was stranded in my thoughts. "What did you say?" I asked to get a clearer sentence that would enable me know why my angel, the reason I lived, was sad. "I-I couldn't run, and he-he-raped me" 3 Likes 2 Shares |
| Re: A Tint Of White In The Dark [an Anthology Of Happy And Sad Short Stories] by Ulu45: 10:55pm On Sep 27, 2016 |
fikfaknuel: We Don cho! Hope say I nor late o |
| Re: A Tint Of White In The Dark [an Anthology Of Happy And Sad Short Stories] by Tgold1(m): 11:46pm On Sep 27, 2016 |
Baba fire on....... Put fuel for this motor na!!!! |
| Re: A Tint Of White In The Dark [an Anthology Of Happy And Sad Short Stories] by bibijay123(f): 6:47am On Sep 28, 2016 |
veekid: I am here sir, thanks for the mention. Good job! pls go on. 1 Like |
| Re: A Tint Of White In The Dark [an Anthology Of Happy And Sad Short Stories] by yorhmienerd(m): 7:59am On Sep 28, 2016 |
As this ride kwontinue, Let me tell everybody that this place is fully guarded with armed men, any act of misconduct would attract gross punishment. Signed General Yorhmie
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| Re: A Tint Of White In The Dark [an Anthology Of Happy And Sad Short Stories] by Nobody: 1:10pm On Sep 28, 2016 |
fikfaknuel: Thanks for the mention boss. Following! |
| Re: A Tint Of White In The Dark [an Anthology Of Happy And Sad Short Stories] by adeniyi65(m): 2:21pm On Sep 28, 2016 |
fikfaknuel:thats what really define a good author.a story illustration of happiness moment and sadness moment of it. |
| Re: A Tint Of White In The Dark [an Anthology Of Happy And Sad Short Stories] by adeniyi65(m): 2:23pm On Sep 28, 2016 |
fikfaknuel:what a guy!stuck in ethnic sentiment over his desire. |
| Re: A Tint Of White In The Dark [an Anthology Of Happy And Sad Short Stories] by LeMubs(f): 12:50am On Sep 29, 2016 |
Nice write up.... |
| Re: A Tint Of White In The Dark [an Anthology Of Happy And Sad Short Stories] by Nobody: 7:00pm On Sep 29, 2016 |
fikfaknuel:Thanks for the mention sire.. |
| Re: A Tint Of White In The Dark [an Anthology Of Happy And Sad Short Stories] by Akposb(m): 9:47pm On Sep 29, 2016 |
That statement ' you are the reason I live' is one lie that looks like truth in the eyes of lovers. Well done story teller and some sentences really sound like poetry. |
| Re: A Tint Of White In The Dark [an Anthology Of Happy And Sad Short Stories] by fikfaknuel(f): 10:44pm On Sep 29, 2016 |
I trembled like a flea pushed by the Harmattan wind, unable to believe my ears. "You were raped?" "It was in my freshman year, and girls wanted to be girls. We attended a party off campus, and drinks, food, music-loud music." her voice began to break down, tears welling in her eyes, I held her hand stronger, urging her to share her pain with me. "My friends were dancing, partying, the music was so loud" she paused, heaving a sigh, as the tears flowed freely through her cheeks like a stream. The journey to memory lane wasn't easy one. "they danced, while he chased me, and penetraded deep into my innocence. He raped me!" she cried, burying her face on my shoulders. "did you see his face?" I asked her, determined to hunt the monster who raped my Dami. She cried even harder "no, it was so dark" ********* I professed love to Damilola later that night, in the most explicit manner. Pardon the fact that I find it hard to share the details of those blissful and sweaty minutes, when we entangled our bodies, and souls into each others. It was whilst we bath in her shower, she held my hand and said to me,with an unflinching tone, looking into my eyes. "Love me always" I nodded, words couldn't make sense, or convey in the slightest accuracy, how I felt about this yoruba girl, whom my parents had sworn that I would have no business with. ********* Rumors flew like excited kites. The hash tags #IPOB #MASSOB #BiafraBack were trending on the social media. I was online, being flown round to different places in the world at a go. I went through my twitter and the aforementioned hash tags came up. Apparently, there was a certain sit-at-home exercise, and my father called me, to tell me that the stipend which he was to send to my bank account was to be delayed, until further notice. What's worse? He seemed to be speaking with happiness. The old man didn't care if my intestines go on an hunger strike. "Dad, what's happening?" I asked, placing my concerns as a citizen first. Dad chuckled, then broke into an Oliver De'Qoque song. Then, there was silence from the other end. He then recited what I knew to be the Biafran anthem. His voice was so passionate, that I wished I understood better. "Biafra is near" he said conclusively, it didn't sound like a brag, it sounded like a fact. I didn't realize the implications of this however, and life, as a 200 level undergraduate continued. 5 Likes 3 Shares |
| Re: A Tint Of White In The Dark [an Anthology Of Happy And Sad Short Stories] by Akposb(m): 8:16am On Sep 30, 2016 |
Nice one Op, your vision is refreshingly in the present. |
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