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Sammyesx
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Sammyesx
Romance Novel: Lost In Lust. Part 5
~3.6 mins read
It was in that same room I had taught her in the past, so there was nothing unusual about her coming. She pulled a chair close to me and sat down.
‘How’re you?’ she asked.
I smiled briefly. ‘Fine.’
She moved closer to have a peep at the computer screen. I could smell her skin. ‘What’re you doing?’
‘Just browsing,’ I replied.
She placed her hands on my lap.
‘Joyce, I think we’ve made a terrible mistake.’
She frowned slightly. ‘What mistake?’
‘We shouldn’t have done what we did the other time.’
‘What did we do?’ She liked to be cheeky and she was at it again.
I chuckled. ‘That thing we did in the toilet.’
A teasing smile took over her face. ‘What did we do in the toilet?’
I shook my head but said nothing. She continued to stare at me.
‘Does that mean you don’t even like me?’ she asked.
‘It’s not like that,’ I quickly said. ’But, I feel it’s not right. We’re supposed to be related by marriage.’
She sighed. ‘That shouldn’t stop anything. It shouldn’t stop us from having feelings for each other.’
She rubbed her hands on my thigh.
‘And this place should be the last place for anyone to see us like this,’ I said.
‘No one will see us,’ she muttered.
I asked her a question nagging at my mind. ‘How did you know I was in the toilet?
She smiled and ran her hand on my face. ‘I had woken up about four o ‘clock. You came to my mind. I kept thinking about you. Then I heard the sound of a door opening from the bq. I peeped through the window and saw you made your way to the toilet. After some moments, I decided to come around.’
‘You’re a naughty girl,’ I said.
‘You’re a naughty boy too,’ she replied.
I nodded. She was right. If the two of us could do what we did, then we were naughty. ‘But we have to stop it. Let’s take it that it was a mistake.’
She made a face but said nothing.
She soon opened one of the books she had brought. But it was obvious she was not there to read. Her toes moved over my legs in teasing way. I tried to be impassive. Despite all her distractions, I managed to maintain calmness.
Two days later, I was at work and it was break time. I sent Sarah, one of our health officers to buy fried rice and chicken for me.
When I searched through my wallet to give Sarah money, I saw the complimentary card from the woman I had helped to start her car. I had kept it there that evening when I got home and promptly forgot about it.
I looked closely at the card. Her name read Naomi Dodo, and she worked in the corporate affairs division of national petroleum company. She must be making cool money there, I thought. I remembered her figure vividly: slim, light in complexion, average height, pretty and petite.
That figure and her name certainly reminded me of Naomi Campbell, the ex-super model.
By my reckoning, Naomi Dodo couldn’t be less than thirty five and she was most likely married. Should I give her a call?
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E PLUS The Storyteller
THE DENIAL... Written By E PLUS The Storyteller.
~3.8 mins read
THE DENIAL... Written by E PLUS The Storyteller.
"Hmmm! I hear you! Which pikin, abegi! Dis one wey you dey look me like dis, e shock you? Me o! I am not ready to raise any child I did not father!" Balogun lamented as he tried to push away his girlfriend, Tokunbo who held on to him, as she knelt down, by his side with tears profusely pouring from her eyes.
"Please nau! Balogun! Don't do this to me... You, and I know that you are responsible for dis pregnancy." Tokunbo cried.
"You, and who? Abeg, abeg! No let me change am for you o! What do you mean by all this rubbish talk?" Balogun continued to lament, as he pushed Tokunbo away.
"So, this is it? Just like that? You are denying everything we ever had, and did together! Balogun!" Tokunbo lamented.
"Jor o! Stop shouting my name like dat, Jare! Which thing have we been doing together? Simple caution you cannot apply! Every little thing, you blame it on Balogun. Are you the first lady to have ever slept with a man? Abeg, free me, jor! You better go and look else where for the father of that thing in your stomach!" Balogun stressed further, as he walked away.
These were the very words that left Tokunbo broken hearted, rejected and lost. She could hardly wrap her head around the reality that stared at her, in the face. For years, Tokunbo had built her hope, and expectations on the relationship she had with Balogun, considering that he had never given her any reason to doubt his commitment towards her, however things went 'south' after she discovered that she had 'taken in' for him. By, and By Tokunbo managed to pull herself together until she was able to find her feet. She had acquired various degrees, and skills, which enabled her advance in various fields, Tokunbo had it all going for her, and was quite grateful to God for the favours she encountered, and this also rubbed off, on her beautiful daughter, Esther.
Esther had grown up to be the envy of every parent. She was the perfect child, any parent could pray for. Respectful, diligent, and focused. Little wonder, she rose to the peak of her career, as she had won the heart of her employers. Simultaneously, Esther caught the eyes of one of the legible bachelors at work, Princewill(The son of a prominent Engineer). After a year of seeing each other, Princewill decided to take their relationship to the next level.
"So, what do you have to say, madam?" Princewill teased Esther, during the conversation he had with her, about seeing her parents.
"Hmmmm! Can you just give us more time?" Esther responded.
"More time? Come on Esther! One year already... and what's more? It's enough time to see your parents. Please, let me do the honourable thing. I want to make this official." Princewill said.
Esther remained still for a while, and just stared on....
The Story continues....
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The True Origin Of Boko Haram In Nigeria
~6.0 mins read
Nigeria's organised Islamic terrorism problem did not start in 2009. It's a lot more insidious than you think.In May 2021, a 96 year-old businessman died in Rome, Italy. In his lifetime, Ahmed Idris Nasreddin might have amassed a personal fortune of close to half a billion dollars, but the death of NASCO Group’s multimillionaire founder barely made the news. At first glance, the only extraordinary thing about his life story was that it embodied the African entrepreneurship dream.Nasreddin was an Eritrean who moved to Jos in Nigeria’s Plateau State, and grew his father’s small manufacturing business into a $460 million conglomerate involved in everything from breakfast cereal and confectionery to pharmaceuticals, real estate and energy. After many years of growth and success, he eventually handed his sprawling business empire over to his son Attia Nasreddin, and retired at an old, satisfied age.In an official statement released after Nasreddin’s death in March, Plateau State governor Simon Lalong said:“NASCO has over the years remained a major employer of labour in Plateau and continues to contribute to the economic prosperity of the State and Nigeria at large through tax revenue and corporate social responsibility.”Well that was the cover story, anyway.In reality, as is so often the case in Nigeria, the gap between the facts and the information released to the public is so wide as to be scarcely believable. What on earth could this shrewd, respectable businessman who looked like he could not hurt a fly have done, to put him in the same article as a story about the world’s deadliest terrorist organisation? Why would the brand he built, which to many Nigerians evokes memories of a beloved childhood breakfast staple, appear in the same sentence as Boko Haram?To answer these questions, our story begins on another continent in 1955, some 8 years before his father would move to Nigeria and establish NASCO Group.A Scholar From ZamfaraThe year is 1955, and a 33 year-old Islamic scholar from Gummi in modern day Zamfara State has made his way to Mecca for his first Hajj pilgrimage. Alongside him is a certain Ahmadu Bello, who is the Premier of Northern Nigeria. During this trip, the scholar impresses both Ahmadu Bello and the Saudi King Sa’ud with his Arabic translation skills. He rapidly makes a big impression on many locals and clerics in Mecca.These relationships will later become his most valuable asset following the events that take place after his subsequent return to Nigeria. Upon returning to Nigeria, he takes up positions teaching Arabic Studies at Islamic schools in Kano and Kaduna. His style of teaching focuses on educating his students about the differences between Islamic religious doctrine and local customs. Based on his strict Sunni understanding of the Qur’an, he teaches his students to adopt a ‘pure’ Islamic identity at the expense of practises that he considered bid’ah (roughly translated as ‘innovation’ or ‘corruption’).What is a bidah?He also becomes the first Islamic scholar to translate the Qur’an from Arabic into Hausa, which puts him in a uniquely influential position comparable to that of Ajayi Crowther in 19th century southwestern Nigeria. Using this leverage, he becomes an increasingly powerful figure in Northern Nigeria, with his essentialist views on Islamic doctrine gaining popularity. To him, the existing Sufi orders of Northern Nigeria are polluted with bid’ah and unfit for purpose. He becomes well known for attacking the Tijaniya and Qadriyya brotherhoods during his appearances on Radio Kaduna, while advocating for a ‘return’ to ‘Islamic purity.’Following the death of his friend and benefactor Ahmadu Bello, the scholar finds himself in a precarious situation. The new Nigerian federal government led by soldiers has a motive to crack down on anyone who is outspoken and influential. He may be a giant in Northern Nigeria, but he is a giant with feet of clay. His solution is to seek financial, doctrinal and political help from his friends in Mecca. The Saudis, as always, are ready to help.His Saudi backers are keen to use him to espouse the Saudi Arabian state’s official interpretation of Islam, which is based on the work of 18th century Islamic scholar Muhammad ibn ‘Abd al-Wahhab. This fundamentalist doctrine, often known as Wahabbism fits very closely with the teachings of our hero in Northern Nigeria, and he enthusiastically sets about gathering support for this new Saudi-funded project. In the 2009 book ‘The Wahhabi Mission and Saudi Arabia,’ historian David Commins says:“The [Saudi-funded Muslim World] League also sent missionaries to West Africa, where it funded schools, distributed religious literature and gave scholarships to attend Saudi religious universities. These efforts bore fruit in Nigeria's Muslim northern region with the creation of a movement (the Izala Society) dedicated to wiping out ritual innovations. Essential texts for members of the Izala Society are Muhammad ibn Abd al-Wahhab's treatise of God's unity and commentaries by his grandsons.Reaching out to his erstwhile students across Kaduna and Kano over the course of the 1970s, the scholar-turned-politician slowly builds a coalition of strategically-aligned individuals who will someday become very powerful people in Northern Nigeria. In 1978, one of his prominent students, Sheikh Ismaila Idris takes charge of this increasingly powerful but somewhat unofficial movement, and calls it Jama'atu Izalatil Bid’ah Wa Iqamatus Sunnah (Society of Removal of Innovation and Re-establishment of the Sunnah), also known as JIBWIS.Based in Jos and known colloquially as the Izala Movement, this organisation will go on to become the most influential Islamic body in Nigeria over the next few decades. Its members will become some of Nigeria’s most revered Imams and clerics. They will achieve high ranks in the Nigerian Armed Forces.Source: westafricaweekly.substack.com/p/cornflakes-for-jihad-the-boko-haram?r=p0z0&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&utm_source=
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