On The Side of a Road: A Short Story

I am attempting to write somewhat like naijarookie (I’m a huuuuge fan). Also, this is based on true events.

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It’s a cold night
The street is dark and quiet. It is a short side street. There’s no light, unsurprisingly. Surprisingly, generators are not on.  All the shops are closed.

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Story

I’m also not into writing stories although i love reading them. (Click here to read my other story).

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It’s been exactly a year since we left Dad. I saw it coming like 4 years before it happened. I always hoped that it would never happen yet i knew it would. Mum and Dad have always had this strained relationship. Dad’s family didn’t help matters. My family was never really peaceful. Mum and Dad always tried to put up happy faces but I saw beneath all that. There were little cracks here and there. Bracing myself for the blow didn’t lessen the pain of the blow. At all.
I still remember the day we left. It was a Saturday. Dad had come back home late and drunk the night before(Friday). Mum locked the door. She said she couldn’t allow a drunk man into her house. I guess they both forgot he had a key. Anyway when he had sobered up, he remembered his key. He got in and went straight to Mum’s room ( at this point, they had started sleeping in separate bedrooms). I woke up hearing shouts of oloriburuku, oloshi, alainitiju, omo ale, oloshi, ko ni da fun iwo ati awon imolebi e (useless man, shameless man, bastard, it won’t be well with you and your relatives). After giving Mum a thorough beating, he went out (probably to get drunk again). Mum decided that we were leaving. We went to my uncle’s house that day. We stayed there for about 2 months until we found a new house to move in.
Things were going smooth enough (considering the fact that we lived alone. No father figure) until Mum lost her job. We weren’t rich(even when dad was with us) neither were we poor. We just managed to keep afloat. We could afford a good school but that meant no traveling around the world, no shopping for new clothes regularly.
I don’t know exactly what my future or that of my siblings will be. My school organizes an inter-school(?) competition for SS2 students. The school sponsors the winner to write the Scholastic Aptitude Test and TOEFL. I hope I win. This is the only way I can get out of this hole and at least have more opportunities.

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This is the story that I have been writing since last year. It’s not exactly the best but it’s what I could come up with. And I’m working on another story. 😀

Also, can someone pinpoint exactly what is wrong in going/travelling for your honeymoon on the night of your wedding

Finally, guest writers are needed. Anything and everything will be appreciated . Email ltawaq@gmail.com

Have a lovely day 🙂
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The Story

I have a story for you guys. It’s still in progress, so, today we have our very first guest *drumrolls please* Tami. I don’t know what she’s doing and I’m not editing it. She’ll just send it when she’s done with it

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Ok I really don’t know much about blogging or blogs

All I know is that my sister enjoys blogging

Ok I don’t know what to do but here it comes

Just keep reading

It’s a story

It started like this

I don’t get the point but I’m telling it alright

One dark morning, in the middle of the night(I think that’s meant to be midnight)
Two dead boys woke up to fight(they were zombies)
One was blind and one couldn’t see
Back to back they faced each other
Drew out their swords and killed one another 😦
A deaf police man heard the noise
And came to rescue the two dead boys 🙂
If you think my story isn’t true
Go ask the blind woman she saw it too :p

There you have it

Oh and before I forget Merry Christmas and Happy New Year in advance

Have a lovely day 🙂
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