The Village Girl… by Daniel Nkado

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He touched her and she recoiled, bending slightly, folding her hands while a bashful smile drifted down her face. He was amused, again, at the awkward show of whatever it was village girls felt when approached by a fine Lagos boy.

He was fine, he had known since a long time. Since Primary School days when he was chosen to partake in all school drama, from the way Miss Ngozi’s long cane always froze on her hand each time she wanted to flog him and he smiled. Adaora, who was many years his senior would sneak him into her room and ask him to touch her breasts.

He grew fast; starting to touch and suck breasts at nine, having his first sex at eleven and impregnating a girl at sixteen. Chidimma was her name and it was only after she nearly died during abortion that he became wise.

He was now a successful banker, lived in his own house in Gbagada Estate, was engaged and soon to be married. His relationship with Cynthia, his fiancée, had blossomed over the years despite the numerous things she did that didn’t go down well with him: her extravagant spending, her complicated make-up regime and her obsession with the Social Media.

He has since resigned to patience for he knew he had not always been so saintly. Even now, he yet didn’t think he was, but he was well aware of the difference, the new insertion of discipline and morality.

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PS

P.S. to my Where is – For Better, For Worse post this morning, I want to let you all know that we will be starting a new story from a new guest writer tomorrow. It’s entitled The Village Girl and written by Daniel Nkado.

There’s a small possibility that some of you must have read it. Nonetheless, it will be coming up here for the next couple of weeks and scheduled for Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.

Also, your lady here is due for her usual quarterly leaves. So, I’ll be catching my grooves the next few weeks and will resume full blogging with our next blovel on the 25th of August, in the year of Our Lord, 2015. (enjoyed writing that *hehehe*)

Luckily, we’ve got our guest writer to entertain us and Keziah’s Diary too. And if a short story hits my in-relax-mode brain whilst I’m grooving, I’ll surely hit you guys with it any lucky Tuesday or Saturday.

So, enjoy the new series and keep enjoying a charming life.

Cheers,

TM.

Where is – For Better, For Worse???

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Over the last few months, many of you have been asking me what is happening with For Better, For Worse and I have been coming up with different answers to give—none of them false, of course.

But after the recent questions, I thought I should give a formal explanation, to one and all.

For Better, For Worse is ready. It is. That is God’s own truth. If I wanted, right at this moment, I would have it uploaded on Okadabooks or Lulu or even Amazon (if I knew how to).

But that there is the clause—‘if I wanted’.

I wrote my first story twenty-five years ago. And whenever I dared dreamed of being a published writer, I only dreamed of traditional publishing. Of course, there was no online presence at the time and so, no indie-publishers. And for a long, long times, I could only think of publishing my books via the traditional send-maunuscript-to-publishing-house-and-sign-a-publishing-contract way of publishing.

But I soon found out that it doesn’t quite work that way for many writers these days—for many unknown writers. And I found that the less painful way to get your works out there and to make a living via your writing is through Self-Publishing.

I’ve come to accept that that is what I’ll do—self-publish my books. But, I have now a dream on how I want to sell my own Ebooks. I want to sell my own Ebooks… that is it.

I surely will publish with E-Publishers like Okadabooks, Lulu, Amazon and a host of others, but I want a place, that is my own, where sales of my books begin from. And yes, I am taking this decision for solely financial reasons.

Since there are no traditional publishers to bear the cost of publishing with/for me and I am solely going to bear that burden alone, it is imperative as far as I’m concerned, that I make the most I can from this situation.

I realise the publicity and the wide berth these E-Publishers stores will provide—which is why I’ll use them. But I also realise that I desire a certain amount of control over my business, in this case, my writing business. And with the realisation that I’ll be doing most of my marketing anyway, it seems to me that I’ll do well to work towards my overall, long-term goal not just the immediate goal to begin sales of my Ebooks.

Thus, with this understanding in mind, I’ve chosen to further delay the publishing of For Better, For Worse and other Ebooks which are in the pipeline until my E-store is ready and set up.

I want to sincerely thank all of you for your interest in my works and particularly in that story. I promise that when you finally get a hold of it, you will not be sorry you waited for it.

As always, I crave your understanding and hope for your continued support.

I would like to add that what I have decided was a carefully thought out decision and so, it’s not really one up for debate. I will of course welcome opinions, but that might be all they’ll be, opinions.

Thank you all for your patience and interest in this matter. God bless.

 

TM.

Our Thanks

SALLY:

Thanks to everyone who read, commented and shared this series. My love goes to TM for the platform to share my work. I really had fun here and I’m grateful for the love.

Hope you enjoyed it. Please tell me how you feel?

TM:

My sincerest thanks first to Sally Kenneth Dadzie for allowing us the pleasure of sharing her work here on ALD. It has been a great six weeks and I, personally, have enjoyed reading No Heart Feelings.

I also thank all of you who read and who commented here. And thank all who flew off to her blog to finish the read… na so we dey like am *wink*.  Hope you took the time to enjoy other stories whilst there and hope you left her words of appreciation and support? *I swear, the way some people dey hoard their comments, afraid dey catch me, *hehehe*

Now my Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays are empty again… someone got something for us they want to share? Holla at your lady @ thmkwest1@gmail.com.

Have a great day, y’all.

No Heart Feelings… by Sally Kenneth Dadzie

NHF EPISODES

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EPISODE 18 (THE FINALE)

Nnenna unwrapped the present in her hands carefully. She didn’t want to tear the wrapping sheet. But Kiki, in her restless nature, threw a hand in and yanked off the whole sheet. Nnenna wagged a warning finger at her and turned her eyes back to her Valentine’s gift. It was a red t-shirt with the words Best.Mom.Ever.

She looked up at Jimi who was standing before her and smiled. He was wearing a similar t-shirt that had the words Tied.To.Her.Apron.Strings.

“Happy Valentine’s, mom.” He hugged and sat next to her. “I’m sorry if what I said or did that day hurt you. I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s okay, oko mi. You know I can never be angry at you for long.”

“I know.”

“But I hope she… Chimarya is gone?”

“She is. I just couldn’t take it anymore. Love was turning to hate and I can’t hate the mother of my child.”

“Glad you made the right choice. And how is Tay?”

“She’s fine.” Jimi stared at his watch.

“In fact, I should be on my way to Abuja now.”

“Oya, be going.” She tapped him off her couch. “Congratulations, by the way.”

“Congrats for what?”

“The baby.”

“What baby?”

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Think Again! – 1

Think again!

Nicholas killed the humming engine of the Mercedes-Benz M-Class, pushed open the door and got down from the car. He shut the door and went around the passenger seat to grab his briefcase, then he clicked the lock button and giving an absent nod to his gateman, he turned and marched briskly towards the front door of his duplex house.

It was his. He always felt a surge of pride when he thought about it. That the five-bedroom, six baths and a two-bedroom BQ was his—only his. He’d worked hard for it too! Well, he couldn’t take the entire glory for his success, a good Christian doesn’t. So, he’d worked hard and God has blessed his efforts with success.

He’d worked really hard, seven years as an investment analyst and advisor. He’d met with the wealthiest, the obscenely richest, crème-de-la-crème people in this country and some even outside the country. He’d studied the stock market, counselled them on when to invest and when to sell out. He’d managed their investments and he’d made some of his own. The returns had been unbelievably rewarding—and not just financially too.

They’d come to trust him, the clients he handled their accounts for the investment company he’d worked. They’d trusted him and because they trusted him, they’d been willing to move with him to his own company. And he’d moved, just eighteen months ago he’d moved. He’d turned in his resignation and he’d walked out of the two-storey office building straight for his own two-room office space and he’d started work same day. Six months later, he moved into his own building—a three-storey marble building with personnel filling every office inside. Three months after that, he’d started the building of his duplex home and exactly three months later, he’d moved in.

And now six months after that, he was getting married to the love of his life and they were already having a baby.

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