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Welcome To The Wall Of Accents

Happy weekend! I hope you’re good? I’m fine here and excited about the weekend for no reason. Does that happen to you? Well, it happens to me every weekend or so. First of all, how do you like the new look of the site? I just started working on it. I hope you like it. Is there anything you think I should fix? Please let me know. Without wasting your time, let me introduce you to something new. It’s called the Wall of Accents. It’s a community of writers, readers and awesome people on Facebook. It’s a page created just to share engaging Facebook posts. I don’t know the type of friends you have on Facebook but on mine, I have talented, amazing, opinionated, inspiring and hilarious people. I can spend hours on my wall on Facebook just poring over posts, liking, sharing and commenting. I would like to introduce you…

To Tame A Virgin #11

So, this episode is really long, so I had to break it into two. Enjoy! Read previous episodes of To Tame A Virgin HERE Dami was in a good mood. A very, very good mood. She loved it when it rained. She always had a mad desire to run under it like she loved doing when she was little. Uyi nicknamed her ‘wet girl’; a name that connoted more than what the rain did to her. Monday morning came with an angry downpour that put Uyi in a bad mood. Unlike his sweetheart, rainfall never eased his state of mind or emotions. If anything, it made him worse. He grew up in poor conditions and the rains meant for him then, a leaking roof, a flooded neighborhood with water carrying all sorts of filth and debris, and the fear of being constantly struck by lightning (having experienced it once as a…

Fish Brain Clan (2) Onagite

ONAGITE I waited for him to say my name. Pastor Ishi waited. The whole congregation waited. But James just stood there and confirmed, to my horror, that he actually called Amaka’s name. I wanted to die! No, it wasn’t possible; it had to be a dream. Maybe people didn’t hear. Maybe James’ microphone had not really worked. Then I heard people murmuring. The microphone had worked. They heard and they were now talking about me, laughing at me, saying “shey she wants to marry?” They were already tweeting and updating their Facebook status. My social life was dead! God! How could James do this to me? Why did they pin that stupid microphone to his suit? God, why did you even create that thing called Amaka? Tears burned my eyes and I felt a fever coming. Before I could stop myself, I was hyperventilating and my hands were shaking my…

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