I just got into the cab, on my way to the office, and i my usual self I was closing a deal on the phone ( talking to my boss) anyway.......
We were stuck in holdup and somehow, someway i looked down........i saw that the driver of the cab was paralyzed on one leg and if he wanted to change gears, he would quickly carry that leg from of the break, while the good one was clutching down and then drop it on the accelerator while changing the gears. In all this i thought to myself, if this guy with his incapability is not slowing down, why should I? Besides my legs are good and i still at times sit at home and give excuses sometimes not to go to work. Tears, almost came to my eyes (No!....I'm a man) i composed myself but from that time till now, a lot has gone through my mind..........Despite his issues the man still hustles to make money and to feed his family, He didn't use his weakness as an excuse not to work and lastly that Nigerians truly are one of the most hardworking people on Planet Earth........(Well apart from Solange, who beat Jay-Z in an elevator, shii.....that girl has claws and heels of steel....oh back to the Nige...oh sorry). So, well we are happy, despite our issues as a country we still smile, we have a corrupt government, yet we still work. So my take?......Nigeria is AWESOME!!!!
Thursday, May 15, 2014
Friday, May 2, 2014
agents misled...
Director Chukwuma felt the stares of the agents in the room on his back as he walked to the podium to speak. He knew all the agents, it took it as a serious part of his job to understand them, their weak points and their strengths and he made it his personal duty to push them beyond their limits every chance he got. Of course that made the agents hate him, they gave him the name "troll" but truth be told, fuck em, he actually loved the name.
Standing on that podium, he searched through the faces of all the agents present, he knew that this was the make or break point for almost all of em's careers, this was an action that was unprecedented in agency history, But he was the director, nobody could fucking stop him now.
"Good day Agents, you have all heard rumours that I'm about to retire and pass over the baton to someone among you, the new generation. Well the rumours have been right".
At this point, the room was so silent you could hear a thread of hay float in the air.
"but you all have different abilities that can make either one of you a great choice for the future of this agency. Since I have to select just one person out of you lot, I have therefore come to a conclusion that we'd have a wager."
Many agents shifted in their seats, some of the more experienced ones hid their emotions better.
"Through out my 45 years as an agent, I have caught many international spies, criminals and terrorists, but there have been 5 spies I could never catch, the elusive 5, I have decided that the position of Director of the agency will be handed over to whosoever catches the most criminals out of the elusive 5"
It was at this point that the newbie, Agent J blurted out a question "What if two agents apprehend two people out of the 5 each and another agent apprehends the last criminal, who among the prior 2 get the position"
The director replied, "They both get to share responsibilities and the salary I got as the single director of the agency will get halfed to accomodate both agents, so bottom line is don't fucking let someone get to share your glory"
He stared at all of their faces and saw the grim looks the agents were now giving each other and he knew they had gotten the message.
"Now to the elusive 5;
Number 5 on the list is Bitch Neptune:
Male crossdresser with a multiple personality of a woman,
believes herself to be a lesbian sometimes and to be bi-sexual at other times
Claims to Hate men"
"Number 4 on the list is the Dominatrix:
Nobody knows what her real name is, some say it's "Chioma", others say it's "J", Known for using curves as her major weapon, extremely dangerous, Claims to be submissive and also claims to hate 3somes"
"Number 3 on the list is the Piekuza:
Complex structured criminal organization working in the handling of bress and pies. Claims to hate burgers and mildly tolerate shawarma"
"Number 2 on the list is the Deejah:
She is not to be trifled with, well known for teasin her victims before leaving their bodies hanging upside down with their balls painted blue, major weapon of choice is bress and heat"
"And the elusive number one is the one known as Frost:
Nothing is known about him apart from his proof of existence being the many females he keeps delivering freshly killed in the dp regions"
<to be continued>
"Good day Agents, you have all heard rumours that I'm about to retire and pass over the baton to someone among you, the new generation. Well the rumours have been right".
At this point, the room was so silent you could hear a thread of hay float in the air.
"but you all have different abilities that can make either one of you a great choice for the future of this agency. Since I have to select just one person out of you lot, I have therefore come to a conclusion that we'd have a wager."
Many agents shifted in their seats, some of the more experienced ones hid their emotions better.
"Through out my 45 years as an agent, I have caught many international spies, criminals and terrorists, but there have been 5 spies I could never catch, the elusive 5, I have decided that the position of Director of the agency will be handed over to whosoever catches the most criminals out of the elusive 5"
It was at this point that the newbie, Agent J blurted out a question "What if two agents apprehend two people out of the 5 each and another agent apprehends the last criminal, who among the prior 2 get the position"
The director replied, "They both get to share responsibilities and the salary I got as the single director of the agency will get halfed to accomodate both agents, so bottom line is don't fucking let someone get to share your glory"
He stared at all of their faces and saw the grim looks the agents were now giving each other and he knew they had gotten the message.
"Now to the elusive 5;
Number 5 on the list is Bitch Neptune:
Male crossdresser with a multiple personality of a woman,
believes herself to be a lesbian sometimes and to be bi-sexual at other times
Claims to Hate men"
"Number 4 on the list is the Dominatrix:
Nobody knows what her real name is, some say it's "Chioma", others say it's "J", Known for using curves as her major weapon, extremely dangerous, Claims to be submissive and also claims to hate 3somes"
"Number 3 on the list is the Piekuza:
Complex structured criminal organization working in the handling of bress and pies. Claims to hate burgers and mildly tolerate shawarma"
"Number 2 on the list is the Deejah:
She is not to be trifled with, well known for teasin her victims before leaving their bodies hanging upside down with their balls painted blue, major weapon of choice is bress and heat"
"And the elusive number one is the one known as Frost:
Nothing is known about him apart from his proof of existence being the many females he keeps delivering freshly killed in the dp regions"
<to be continued>
Watch out for Chapter 2
The Mad god: White Grave
Cloaked in shadow, Odia Erathorn High Magus of Grinye goddess of the fallen, felt the malevolent presence. The Demoniac was all too familiar to him...and that....that was the problem. Shoving aside reasons why the mad god would send such creatures against this party, he dragged resident magi within the very storm, charging his wards with the souls of the fallen, blackish red fumes emanated from the earth as he began his litany for the fallen.....the goddess was fickle this he was aware of the creature that tore open a rent in his shadow answered yet his belief to that fact. Creating more binding wards to control the beast, he sent an image of the demoniac into what passed for a brain in its colossal mug. Then he got out of its path. Ife Varia and Ghand Forsworn stood back to back, they could barely make out the lightening quick demonis forms darting within the white-grey torrents of falling snow. To their far left lay a body, the erratic wind bringing them the smell of bile, blood and fetal matter. Varia had seen D'Gria go down before spotting what had killed him, raising the alarm he had pulled out his twin sephas ebony long knives and backed into the gloom even as he saw gold hued flames roar in storm. The scorching heat warming his exposed skin through the chill of the blizzard. Something had made Haras Neroth mad, unfortunately that necessarily wasnt a good thing. He had to create space between him and the witch ....and fast. Dipping his head, he pulled his hands inwards, picked a random direction and set off at a short burst that almost cost him his life. The serrated blade of Ghand Forsworn nicked his neck forcing him into a sideways roll that brought him along the Hunter's rear. Grey eyes gleamed in recognition as the Hunter pulled him up with a single arm. A sneer on his features, a flat cold voice, " Ye almost got ye self killed laddie". Shrugging off the snow on his coat, Varia nodded, " what's got ye spooked youn'un?'... Both turned as a creature roared out of the storm, a thing of claw and fang, a resident of nightmare and myth.......Querlim Sidarth was hungry...
The End...
The End...
The Forever Men Journals: The Black Man (Chapter 4) sorry you guys missed the first 3 chapters...
.....I loved the sea... it was the only place I felt safe... all my tribulations happened so far on land... i felt safe, but fate had a funny way of turning my peace to nightmares, it would be foolish for me to think there was a place in this world i could find pea..**sigh**. The sea was calm, the expedition to find new land and treasure was underway, this was a peak in sea adventure, Columbus made sure of that, sailor extraordinaire, his name was everywhere now.
I was to take off from a coast in Portugal, the ship I boarded, "The Unyielding" it was called as fitting and as powerful as it was called, it was powerful by the way. Portugal, back in the day was one of the poorest nations, its debt ran deep, its economy, non-existent. King Alonso had tried, but he was failing, now people looked to the seas for wealth, new lands, maybe...just maybe, there was gold out there, somewhere. 3 Days out to sea, we were celebrating this new adventure, as i drowned my sorrows in rum and wine, I staggered on a boy, "sorry Sir", he said, then he excused himself, this boy, his composure, the way he spoke, his clothing all said the same thing, wealth??..no, something more royalty.
Later that night, i saw the boy, not more than 14 years of age, alone and eating, i came to him and asked him who he was, "John", he said, i knew it was a lie but i didnt care, he intrigued me, we spoke throughout the night, i had never opened up to anyone like i did to him. He spoke of how he wanted to take Portugal out of poverty and how he wanted to make his kingdom.....his kingdom???..he had made a mistake, he said to much, he excused himself and left.
By dawn, i had found him at the other end of the ship, i asked him who he was, who he really was and with great reluctance he answered and what he said shocked me to the bone... JOAO he said....JOAO the 2nd...
I was to take off from a coast in Portugal, the ship I boarded, "The Unyielding" it was called as fitting and as powerful as it was called, it was powerful by the way. Portugal, back in the day was one of the poorest nations, its debt ran deep, its economy, non-existent. King Alonso had tried, but he was failing, now people looked to the seas for wealth, new lands, maybe...just maybe, there was gold out there, somewhere. 3 Days out to sea, we were celebrating this new adventure, as i drowned my sorrows in rum and wine, I staggered on a boy, "sorry Sir", he said, then he excused himself, this boy, his composure, the way he spoke, his clothing all said the same thing, wealth??..no, something more royalty.
Later that night, i saw the boy, not more than 14 years of age, alone and eating, i came to him and asked him who he was, "John", he said, i knew it was a lie but i didnt care, he intrigued me, we spoke throughout the night, i had never opened up to anyone like i did to him. He spoke of how he wanted to take Portugal out of poverty and how he wanted to make his kingdom.....his kingdom???..he had made a mistake, he said to much, he excused himself and left.
By dawn, i had found him at the other end of the ship, i asked him who he was, who he really was and with great reluctance he answered and what he said shocked me to the bone... JOAO he said....JOAO the 2nd...
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