THE STORY: The Bachelors Party

THE BACHELORS PARTY
So many things were on my mind as I drove pass Shop rite road, heading towards Bola crescent I turned right and drove into Stephen quarters where the bachelor house party was going to be held. I kept looking around like I was new in town, Stephen quarters was looking different that night, and it was well lit.
I could hear the sound of music from afar, DJ Salvatore was already on the wheels of steel and Badmouth was on the M.I.C, he was the anchor for the day. I kept on looking around in search of the bachelor who was to celebrate, but all I could see were ladies on bikini. So I decided to ask a close pal of his if he had seen him, he told me to check his sitting room. So I moved towards that direction, when I got to his door, I heard a voice;
“Hello! Handsome” I turned and saw this lady staring at me seductively.
“I am cool, my lady” I answered.
‘' Do you care for a drink?” She asked.
“No problem with that’’ I answered once again.
At the bar, we weren’t talking much; she was just there giving me her history of guys who broke her heart. I checked my wrist watch, it was already 10.00pm. I had already spent two hours with the lady, I stood up to tell her goodbye but to my surprise she wasn’t there anymore, I didn’t even notice when she left. I was very shocked.
Why, hasn’t the celebrant come out to address us? Wasn’t he the one who invited us? Immediately I ran to his sitting room but he wasn’t there, I checked his bedroom he was nowhere to be found then I opened the toilet door.“OMG! What the hell is this?’’ I said to myself. “Making out inside the toilet? ,There is no way I would do that’’. I kept on searching, I moved to the back of the house, as I came out of the exit door, two guys came out from nowhere and held me, I saw the celebrant tied up. He was half dead, then that punch from one of the guys knocked me out, that was the last thing I saw.
Writing to you all from this cell is the best way I can tell the world the truth of what really transpired that night, I have heard of stories about the innocent being sentenced to death for crimes they didn’t commit. And here I find myself a victim of it. I am about to be killed for a crime I know nothing about. I wonder how many souls have perished for what they didn’t do and what they had no idea about. How come am being sent to face the firing squad. It is a life drama which am part of now and sincerely I can’t tell what is going to happen next, where would my help come from? Why would someone set me up, someone I didn’t upset.
The situation of our justice system is appalling; lord let your light shine, save this dying nation and its dying judiciary system. I pray you hear me lord.
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THE JOB SHE NEEDED "THE STORY"

On that fateful morning, January 21^st, 2014, it was my first day at work. Noelle Events was a great events planning company which every event planner wanted to work with. I had just been given a job as the company’s senior advertiser having just finished my NYSC program, a single lady with so much enthusiasm to succeed in life.

I sat down on the bench close to the company’s secretary; her eyes were looking suspicious, like I wanted to steal from her. I was sitting calmly though I was nervous within, the secretary stood up and said to me “there is a guy seating on a back bench, reading a newspaper, see him”.

‘’see him, for what?’’ those were the words that crossed my mind, I stepped backwards, though I was a bit scared I tried to pull courage and put myself in order. I got to him and greeted him and he replied ‘’2.00pm, BELLA lounge, don’t miss”. That was all he said to me and I was confused, who was he to give me such command?

“What? You mean if I don’t do it I won’t get the job?” that was what ended the appointment I had with the mystery man sitting on the backbench at BELLA lounge.

All through that night I was sad, laying on the bed all alone with tears dripping down my eyes. How can I do such a thing to get a job, what has our world turn into? How was I going to continue with the payment of my mum’s treatment? How was I going to keep up with the payment of my sibling’s fees at school? How was I going to live without a source of income? These were the questions I asked myself. It was like I was trying to make up my mind on committing suicide, I decided to go back to this mystery man, having two things in mind, either to do it or beg for something below the office of an advertiser, maybe a cleaner, so far I could help my dyeing mum. What? There was no way I could commit such act, what would happen after getting the job, he blackmailing me or turning me into an office whore?

The next day I woke up as early as possible, took my bath, ate and set out for a mission, bringing back my dyeing mum by fighting for my job as the advertiser to be of Noelle Events.

He tried luring me the second time, I stood my ground, “I can’t “That was all I said to him and then unexpectedly he smiled, he has never smiled to me.

Suddenly, I turned around, I couldn’t believe my eyes, I was dumbfounded at what I saw, all the staffs of Noelle Events were clapping, all putting on wonderful smiles and I was wondering, “Why are they all clapping and laughing?”

“Congrats dear, it was just a TEST, you’ve gotten the job” that was what the guy sitting on the back bench reading a newspaper said to me.   

 

       

ABORT MISSION "THE STORY'

ABORT MISSION

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Before I was born, though in a cruel manner, he (GOD) said he knew me. I was chosen for a course here on earth, and that was why of all the millions of sperm cells, I was the first to get to the finish line. You were suppose to be the woman everyone would call my mum, I was meant to suck your breast and for eternity serve and love you. Now, I am no more, left here lying on the floor amongst dirts, rats, rodents, and maggots, an eyesore to the living, I am now a story, a trend, to all and sundry, who gather around watching and saying all sought of things about my unburied corpse. Tell them, why did you embark on this mission? The ABORT MISSION

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  At the beginning, it was fun, the romance we had for each other controlled us, the desires was like wild fire that was unquenchable, we were obeying the commandment that says ‘’go into the world and multiply’’. I had you in mind cause as a woman I wanted a child too, you came too early even though I know I was the one who beckoned for you. I am still a scholar and the shame of carrying you to class in my stomach was one of the factors. I had to do it. No one knows why I did it, no one can explain, even I who committed the act cant’ even explain, I had no choice, no one was there for me, the guy (supposed father) had no idea about it, my parents should have known by now, I wouldn’t say it is my first time, neither would I say it would be the last time. The world is now against me; even those who haven’t removed the log of wood in their own eyes want to remove the little piece of stick in mine. What I did was wrong baby. Forgive me, forgive me, and forgive me.

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This series of @MC_CHIMEFRANCIS ‘THE STORY’ is bringing in mind the evils of the act ABORTION. This act has caused a lot of societal disorder, whatever your problem might be; remember there is somebody somewhere suffering times two of what you are suffering. Your being alive today, is a reason you should see that problems in life are meant to be, come, and go.                                   

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ABOKI

Was on my way to Abuja. As we were waiting for the bus to load, i noticed one Aboki sitting behind the driver holding a bag and sweating. The guy was so uneasy, shifting from side to side on his seat,wiping sweat from his face. Hmmm, at this point I no know wetin I go think, could this be....., well no need to jump into conclusions yet.Now he started to look around, as if he was trying to access his environments, he would look around and look at his watch,look again and check his watch, and then all of a sudden he placed the bag under his seat,jumped down and started walking very fast away from the bus.Omo, na that time I realise say no be only me they look this man, as he jumped down,everybody scattered, me sef jump down go far place. Every single passenger abandoned thebus.Five mins later, we saw the aboki coming back tothe bus with tissue paper in his hands wondering where everybody went....Na dat time I come realise say na shit dey worry the aboki man. Abi if na u dey inside d bus wetinu go do?

MC CHIMEFRANCIS "TO DIE GO DEY HUNGRY YOU"

WHO IS SHE?

WHO IS SHE?

·         She is A FRIEND with natural beauty; she is beautiful in her own way, she needs no weavon or wig to make her a queen, she needs no make-ups to beautify her or make her bright, her natural skin tone beautifies her and radiates her, she is not artificial , just herself.

·         She is A FRIEND who is talented; she is gifted and, she gives her best in all she does, she is ready to explore her God given talent.

·         She is A FRIEND who is humble; she is well known, famous in her own little way, it has no influence on her humble personality

·         She is A FRIEND who is caring; she is generous, she is charitable, she gives willingly, she does this without conditions. She is helpful and always wants to know about your worries; she never wants to see you sadden your face, a friend whom you can confide in.

·         She is A FRIEND who doesn’t compromise; she is straight forward, when you are doing the wrong thing she never fails to correct you and she accepts correction on her part, she corrects mistakes knowing full well that she too can make mistakes.

·         She is A FRIEND with encouragement; she is always there to encourage you; she remembers that a problem shared is half solved.

·         Let us try to emulate her , a PERFECT friend

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MY MUM AND I (PART I)

MY MUM AND I (PART1)                                    

I have decided to let out some nasty stuffs I did as a small boy, virtually everyone has a story to tell from their childhood days but I think mine is unique and also comic.

Ok (clears throat), on that fateful evening, I was coming back from block rosary (if you know what I mean) with a friend of mine, block rosary closes by 8pm and my parents were expecting me to be back 8.20pm as usual, which wasn’t going to be the case that day.

On my way back home, my friend and I decided to stop along the way and  watch a champions league football game, my team (Chelsea) was playing that very day and I had to watch it because I knew on getting home I wouldn’t be able to watch the game. We kept watching till it was very dark then I told him it was time to leave for home, we lived close to each other, we left the match viewing center immediately, we kept on playing around on getting close to our gate, something spoke to me, ‘Chime Francis, are you sure your mum won’t hit on you for the second time?, she could be standing behind the gate. Immediately, I told my friend to run and check if anyone was standing behind the gate. Immediately, my friend rushed to our gate, on opening the gate, he received three very hot slaps, behold it was my mum, I smiled, mum you can’t get me again, when she noticed it wasn’t me that she slapped she apologized to my friend, at that moment I ran away as fast as I could, if I had ran a 100m dash with Tyson gay of then, I am sure I would have beaten him to the finish line.

(You wouldn’t want to know what happened next…)

I better stop here, please don’t tell my Mum.

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EXPLOSION

            Chime Francis “THE STORY 1”
Iyanya’s Ekaitte loves to dance woke me up that very morning though getting up from my bed wasn’t an easy task for me; I just had to get up. I had an appointment to catch up with at Abuja. I needed to meet Nancy, one of the many friends I had met on Face book.
At the park that morning, it was busy as usual, people where trying to get a bus to their various destinations. Nyanya Park was the only place I deemed it fit to take a bus anytime I was paying Abuja a visit. The weather was cool and dark and the park’s only source of light was headlamps of vehicles and motorists, every person I encountered that day carried a gloomy look on his or her face like something was wrong or something spectacular was going to come up, I was already having pains around my neck, because I had being standing for hours, even though I stood for 10 hours at Star Trek, the queue was a long one and we all wanted to see Abuja again.
I was now sited in the bus close to the drivers sit, because Nyanya park bus drivers where known for reckless driving which had lead many to their untimely death and I didn’t nurse dying in mind because it was not a good day to die.
I had to meet Nancy because it was an opportunity for me to take my career as an emcee/comedian to the next level.
Our bus started moving, then I turned back to bid farewell to Nyanya, my eyes immediately struck with those of a pregnant woman outside the bus, her smiles gave me a relaxed feeling and her beauty was a thing to behold, looking around once more I saw a two years old boy I guess, struggling with his elder sister, on seeing this I remembered the good old days when men where boys, then I turned back, looked at the driver and smiled. Seconds later Nancy called “Chime Francis where are you?”.
Then something happened, BOOM!!! It was an explosion…
 To be continued
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