Crush or Love? Episode VI

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“So you had her singing glory-halleluiah” U.D’s acid tone told me he was pissed as I walked into the house hours later with a satisfied face.
“You have been home long?” I sidestepped the question sitting heavily on the couch and dropping my hands into his bowl of cashew nuts.
“Was she?” he asked jaws twitching.
“I told you about it” I said offhandedly.
“So what?! I liked her” he exploded angrily snatching the TV remote from me.
“You told me to take a chance. It is no fault of mine that she couldn’t resist me. Just like the rest of them” I smiled but sense he was really vexed.
“Yea, you are right. I am not mad at you. I guess I am just pissed because she fell just like all of them. I should have stopped her from going with you” he says breaking into a grin.
“Why are you so into her by the way, you have got Tabitha” I remind him of his ‘angel’ in the U.S as I threw couple of nuts into my mouth.
“Tabitha and I have got issues. I am not sure about her. Funke excites me and really cute. She looks like The One but that was before you……..” he didn’t complete it changing the channel to old men arguing horribly about politics. My father was guilty of embezzlement. I pitied their plight.
“Wooo! The One? Common U.D you can’t be serious” I asked totally shocked at his choice and laughed at the absurdity. Funke was just like the other girls and I had her eating from my palms in less than five minutes. Well not palms but you know what I mean.
Bottom-line: I was not going to allow my kid brother marry her. Technically, I came out first or so the story goes. Was it just because she was eager to jump in bed with me or the mere thought of having another man touch my goodies was unbearable. I pushed the thought aside.
“Yes Boss. I do want to get married soon and you should too” he said in a laugh. I joined in. He stood up hours later to go to his wing of the big house. At 38, we both were living together in houses that father bought in our names; almost as if one could not live without the other. Good genes had use looking like boys. “His Boys” he would say with so much pride right before he threw us together. It was fun having U.D around, other times it certainly was not.
“I apologize” I said crossing my heart.
“Yea” he looked at me, smiled and shook my hand in a loud slap.
“So where did you leave poor Felicia?” I asked after him as I walked over to the kitchen to demand lunch from the bald cook.
“Dropped her at home shortly after you left” U.D shouted his reply before closing his door.
My phone buzzed it was Vicky. I would be going to her later tonight. She was itching and I had to go scratch. Customer service was important in this business. I sent her an instant picture. I sure looked cute with my cute pink lips and perfectly arched brows. She had it coming tonight.

For some reasons, I couldn’t get her out of my mind – the days that followed were the longest in my life and as was the game, I’d wait till they come crawling back for a repeat of the last session. I had not seen her in a week. Radio-silence. More than ever, I was questioned my charm. Was I losing it or she was simply playing hard to get? The thought of her getting her groove on with some man made my blood boil. I had to hear from her soon or I’d go totally crazy with the image of her pouted lips and glazing eyes. Perhaps it was because I had terrible sessions with the girls but then, there was the possibility of Funke having the body that would make any man drink from her well forever. I found myself constantly straining my trousers in huge tents every single time I think about our steamy session. I longed for a repeat and I had to see her.

The evening soon came and as I belted my jeans, I wondered for the umpteenth time what she was up to. The thought drove me restless and within minutes I was driving to her house uneasy yet hopeful.
The door opened as I raised my hand stationed for a knock. There she stood in a short clinging gown and low cut neck that exposed the soft molds of her upper breasts. Her full red pout and well shadowed eyes which pronounced her lashes made me take an involuntary swallow and a painful leap in my chest. She stood shocked for a second before gathering her posture for an attack; her eyes already questioning me.
“What do you want?” she asked coldly looking behind me probably looking for U.D before settling the bold eyes on me again.
“Not a good way to treat a new friend” I said coyly. She stepped out and closed the door without turning. Her rosy smell filled the air and I stilled my hands from taking her into my arms.
Quietly walking away from me, she entered her car and the old gateman opened the gate. I stared at her departing self in disbelief and annoyance. I had forgotten about a date and she called just as I entered my car.
“Hey babe, I can’t make it tonight’
“But you promised!” she whined in hot heat.
“I will make it up to you” that seemed to pacify her voracious appetite.
“Okay baby” she cooed and I drop the call so fast I wondered what was up with me. I definitely had to put this fire out and get her out of my system.
The short drive back to the house almost had me running over an innocent lad. Running up the stairs to U.D’s quiet room had me panting and thoroughly angry. U.D would get me her number and I would have a good time giving her a piece of my mind. Even that thought didn’t calm me down. U.D was with a lady it would seem and as I pushed the door, there she was in U.D’s arms.
“Hey” I greeted totally shocked at seeing her in his arms. The duo looked at me and I felt like the intruder that I was.
“And where are you guys headed?” I asked after the initial shock noticing U.D was dressed.
“Oh! I forgot to tell you, I work at The Prime. And it would seem they have this welcome party for new architects, Funke is my chauffeur” it was U.D. Funke stood in his arms with no expression but quiet eyes.
“Oh!” was all I could mutter. I wondered when U.D made the move. I was at Charles for most part of the week. It was therefore no surprise that he had gotten himself at the number one architectural firm in the city. Thanks to Dad of course. After the awkward silence and and forced smile, I returned to my room and walked around my room like a caged animal. ‘forget about the little vixen in the red dress’ I muttered repeatedly and stood still for several minutes listening for possible screams but there was just silence. Perhaps they were in his bathroom, just cuddling? Maybe he had her mouth tied? I couldn’t stand it any longer and walked out of the house to take a drive this time noticing her car as they drove out.

The drive did me good and the quick slam of Vicky’s centerpiece left me more angry than satisfied. Of course she was immensely grateful and sedated. I would not allow her get under my skin I resolved.
“What was U.D’s plan?” I asked myself over and over again. Surely he was not interested in making her the One. Was he? I waited in my room instead of Vicky’s place and jumped up immediately I heard the gate open. Peeping outside, I saw her drop him off. It was 3am.
“Had fun?” I asked lightly going to fix myself a drink.
“It was hot” he said already drunk. His neck tie was skewed. Of course it was i thought maliciously.
“So! You want to work now” I said taking a seat at the bar. He came over for a glass.
“Oh yea, she was so surprised to see Roberts introduce me on Monday” he was saying in a high laugh.
“And?” I prodded taking more gulps than intended.
“She sure is hot” he was drunk. I wasn’t going to get much from him this way.
“So why was she hugging you?” I said finally getting my jealousy a breathing space.
“Yeah” and he said no more.
“U.D, you are not taking her back, are you?” I asked selfishly and hoping he would say no.
“Yes, I am” he said with beaming smile.
“What did you do with her? Did you sleep with her?” I asked coldly.
“Why do you care? I have to get my own piece of ripe ass and have her scream my name while I plough her little garden” U.D said grinding his waist suggestively right before a slap landed on his face. I was shocked and wondered what had come over me.
“I am so sorry. I really don’t know what is wrong with me” I apologized at the look of shock on his face and saw myself out immediately.
This was crazy.

Funke Dayo

The cold sweat that poured down my blouse on Monday morning was legendary. Introducing U.D as the Head architect was bad enough until I heard the saddest news. I had to share my office with him until the new office was ready for him. That would normally take weeks. So imagine the awkwardness in my office when he said he knew as Bassey had told him of our little time out and he was cool with it.
I simply nodded in guilt and swallowed dry air. He tried making small talks and came around for designs that I was working on. I showed him the
Amadi-oha design and he was impressed right before he pieced the work. I was stuck with U.D. More annoying was his calm demure and pleasantries he paid every single time.
“You know you are allowed to be angry” I said leaving the office for him and finding solace in the Ladies. Bisi was not back yet and she was more interested in the gist than proffering solution to my dilemma. I needed this job and U.D was out to frustrate me I assumed.
“You know you are not supposed to be hiding out here” U.D had followed me to the Ladies unknowingly.
“What are you doing here?” I asked eyes bulging and already walking past him. He grabbed my arms and pushed me to the wall roughly before planting a dry hard kiss on my lips. I struggled against him.
“This is what you wanted, is it not?” he asked right before the door knob twisted and I ran into a toilet to avoid gossip. He walked out minutes later and I waited patiently for the occupant to release her bowels before rushing out. I had no where to go but my office. He sat on his makeshift desk with his eyes fixed on me.
“Please stop looking at me crazy” I begged. I couldn’t concentrate and the guilt was eating me up. Of course I wasn’t sorry about the romp but having U.D work with me was painfully embarrassing.
“Why did you do it?” he asked quietly. I knew he wasn’t going to let it go. He needed a reason.
“It wasn’t planned” I said without looking up. He stood up to the door and I took a breath of relief just before he locked the door and turned back. I stood up.
“What are you doing?” I asked backing into the corner.
“Why did you do it?” he was standing before me now; my back against the glass wall.
“I just did it. I swear it wasn’t planned” I said with pleading eyes.
“Come here” he said quietly. I stood unsure. Afraid.
“Come!” he barked and I moved quickly to take his outstretched hand. His soft hand pulled me gently as I closed my eyes and cowered. He chuckled before pulling me into his arms. Tensed and expecting some kind of slap, I stood tightly until his hands circled my tiny waist and buried his nose in my neck. His hot breath fanning me. Stroking my back, I felt his heart so beat fast.
“Never do it again” he whispered and I nodded enjoying the feel of his hands, breath and scent. Heart beating wildly, I raised my head to look at his face.
“I am sorry” I whispered.
“Kiss me” he commanded with a tight face.
The flood of emotions overcame my senses as I pressed my lips against his; demanding him to kiss me back. I need not have bothered. The wild onslaught of my pouting lips had me moaning into his mouth and dropping my arms on his solid shoulders. His hands tracing my waist moved upwards to grab my globes. A knock sounded.
We stilled.
“Chief is here” it was Uche my secretary.
“Please prepare the meeting room” my voice sharp and professional.
“Yes ma” disengaging from him, he smiled and placed a peck on my forehead.
“Don’t sweat it. Your design is perfect” he smiled as I gathered my laptop.
“Coming?” I asked walking past him.
“You bet” and like that we were back to being colleagues.

I walked in to see Chief seated with the fool who I had fallen for in my first year and had never gotten over.
“Meet my son, Emeka Douglass” the room was silent.
I was doomed.


A letter to our Generation


Dear Generation

On the 14th of October 2013, at an extraordinary and poorly attended AU summit, a malicious draft resolution was distributed, which calls explicitly for immunity from prosecution for sitting heads of state and senior government officials. It is funny that few self proclaimed elitists will look at us and spit in our faces. How can a man be above the same law that made him?

We have embraced a strange religion called “Democracy”and with our egress we have swollen in jingoism, in defiance and in irresponsibility. Drunk with the idea of peace — conceived as the absence of the shock of bombs and sudden death — we have sold out on moralities. We have watched the integrity of our judiciary and legal system be dragged through the gutters and all our cries of disgust and outrage now seem, in hindsight, to have been mere whimpers of childish protest in the grander scheme of how the whole saga played out. Read N32bn Police pension fund theft, $620,000 bribe scandal, Stella Oduah and 255 Million Naira BMWs e.t.c)

We have watched too long without comments, now it is evident they want to idolize themselves. Someone must be responsible; someone must ask to see the accounts.

The ICC has prosecuted Europeans, Asians, Arabs and Africans will not and should not be allowed to exempt themselves.

Yours Truly,
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The Play-For-Literacy Eko Challenge and stories of 35 million illiterates


AYECI Inc. hosts Play4Literacy football tournament to Kick illiteracy in Nigeria

African Youth Empowerment and Change Initiative (AYECI Inc.) in collaboration with the Lagos State Government proudly presents The EKO CHALLENGE Season 1. A fierce 2 days football match between Lagos State Government Agencies at the Ultra-Modern Agege Stadium, Lagos on the 26th – 27th October, 2013.

The Eko Challenge (Season I) features Four (4) teams inclusive of a celebrity player.
Here are the teams;


Lagos Internal Revenue Service Lagos Signage and Advertisement Agency


Lagos Waste Management Agency Lagos Asset Management Limited
Football Pitch

With over 500 spectators watching this year’s Play4Literacy proactive campaign aimed at using football to leverage the goodwill of reputable organizations and individuals, we invite you to join us in cheering the teams as we Kick-Illiteracy-Out of Nigeria by our Adopt-A-Learner or Adopt-A-Center sponsorship platforms. Join the campaign, Support the Vision.

African Youth Empowerment and Change Initiative (AYECI Inc.) Nigeria works tirelessly to promote the Educate-A-Community project-An Adult Literacy Intervention and Community Empowerment Scheme for women and youths that captures adult illiterates in the community, establish centers and train undergraduates facilitators from host universities to run centers. Established in 2009 and head-quartered in Lagos-Nigeria, AYECI Inc.’s goal is to facilitate interventions that can effectively respond to the needs and improve the lives of young people and women. AYECI Nigeria sees a future where sustained collaborative efforts between individuals, government, corporate organizations and civil societies produce opportunities, resources and results that will give rise to sustainable vibrant communities and institutions in Africa led by young people.

To be a volunteer or sponsor, please call 0802 997 0423 or email now. Follow @AYECIAfrica on twitter. Be part of our discussions #educateAcommunity #play4literacy


(Somewhere in North West, Nigeria)
Hauwa Babale, the new bride rushes her dying 3-year old only son to the chemist down the dingy street to local ‘doctor’. She explains to the lanky doctor through Mama Bola that her son has been running temperature and stooling for the past three days. Doctor shakes his head in feigned understanding and gives little boy injections for Typhoid and Malaria with prescriptions that Mama Bola interpreted to Hauwa. In less than 48 hours, Hassan was lying cold in Hauwa’s arms. Hauwa Babalae is divorced and is living in her father’s house.

(Somewhere in South-West, Nigeria)
Mr Chinedu Orji pursues his pregnant wife down the slippery street after a heavy down pour. His wife had just come back from the local maternity clinic with a death sentence. She had tested positive to the killer disease and was six months pregnant. As Amaka runs to the clinic for safety, she slips and losses the baby. Four months later, Mr Chinedu has his first cough and another 2 years, he was dead. Among his belongings was his lab test result dated five years confirming his HIV status. Mr Chinedu had simply folded it and pretended to have read it as he had done all his life for the fear of being regarded as an illiterate.

(Somewhere in North-Central, Nigeria)
Mr Idowu is a Master degree holder married to a school dropout Kasham. The love was strong and would keep them going until Kasham suspected he was having an affair with his new secretary because she was smarter and educated. His late nights on the excuse of contracts and meetings fell on deaf ears especially as he pretended by bringing home large volumes of paper to deceive her because he knew she couldn’t read. It infuriated her and she made up her mind. Her husband was a cheat and a liar. She waits for the dark, carries the purposely sharpened knife and cuts off his genitals. Mr Idowu’s scream wakes his neighbors and thankfully was rushed to the hospital. Mr Idowu is now impotent and living alone with their nine year old daughter. If only Kasham could read, she would have known that the documents laying around on the dining table stated that his new company had just been awarded a life changing contract worth over a billion Naira and he needed all the nights he could to meet the deadline which was just in two days. She serves her time at the Kiri Kiri Maximum prison.

What is your story? Whose have you heard?

Education is neither a Right nor Privilege. It is simply a NECESSITY. It is the tool to the realization of myriad potentials and hidden talents in the deep bellies of Nigerians. I am a firm believer in the insightful recipe of success as given by in his winning speech at the 2009 edition of The Speaker sponsored by the BBC.

Saddening is the fact that many educated and literate Nigerians seem to be ill-informed or unconcerned about the disadvantages of illiteracy and its debilitating effects on the nation as a whole. They forget that their ‘specie’ is under threat of extinction and soon anarchy will be the only response; the response we hear so loud and clear from the North-Eastern region in recent times evident in the loss of over a thousand Nigerians at present. This number is on the rise. We must therefore understand and recognize the important role of adult education as a tool in the eradication of illiteracy which affects human and economic development.

As put by Professor Doris Ukanwamaka Egonu in her paper titled “ILLITERACY IN A CENTURY-OLD EDUCATION SYSTEM: THE CHALLENGE OF ADULT EDUCATION IN NIGERIA”, these group of persons are plagued with self-disappointment, humiliation and failure mentality arising from the embarrassments experienced as an illiterate. She states the solution and advocates the mass education proposal of “One-Teach-One or Fund the Teaching of One” by Professor Babs Fafunwa (1990). She goes on to call for the involvement of all Nigerians by making contributions mandatory and enforced by the Government; all in bid to reduce the geometrically increasing numbers of illiterates and give meaningful living to 35 million Nigerian illiterates and 10.6 million Nigerian children out of school. (Visit resources for figures and facts)

External Links

The Genesis of Adult Illiteracy
What is the Government Saying?
What is the Government doing?
Embarrassment? Global illiteracy reduction, Nigeria piles up numbers
Figures and Facts about Nigeria
More About Illiteracy
Notable Quotes

“To help human beings to emerge from the darkness of ignorance is an inspiring task indeed. To stamp out illiteracy in our age is a moral duty. It is one of the foundations of true peace that is a peace based on the freedom and dignity of man” ~ Rene’ Maheu Statement on Literacy Day, 1967

“Literacy is a bridge from misery to hope. It is a tool for daily life in modern society. A bulwark against poverty, and a building block of development, an essential complement to investments in roads, dams, clinics and factories. Literacy is the platform for democratization, and a vehicle for the promotion of cultural and national identity.especially for girls and women, it is an agent of family health and nutrition. For everyone, everywhere, literacy is, along education in general, a BASIS HUMAN RIGHT ……Literacy is finally, the road to human progress and the means through which every man, woman and child can realize his or her full potential” ~ Kofi Annan

“This will never be a civilized country until we expend more money for books than we do for chewing gum” ~ Elbert Hubbard

“Once you learn how to read, you will be forever free” ~ Frederick Douglass

International Radio Playwriting Competition

Culled from


Dear Playwright

We are delighted to be launching this year’s BBC World Service International Radio Playwriting Competition in partnership with the British Council. Now in its 24th year, the competition has some exciting additions!

There are two first prizes – the best radio play by a writer with English as their first language and the best by a writer with English as their second language. The overall winners will each receive £2000 sterling and a trip to London to see their play being recorded for broadcast on BBC World Service.

We are very happy to run this year’s competition in partnership with Commonwealth Writers again and to welcome our co-producers – The Open University. This has allowed us to introduce another prize – the Georgi Markov prize for the most promising script.

The playwriting competition welcomes scripts from anyone living outside the UK, whether established or new, and encourages writers to use the immense power and accessibility of the medium of radio drama – to tell your story, use your imagination and have your “voice” heard. Reading your plays – and hearing the winning plays on air – is a unique way of hearing what’s happening around the world.

Do take the time to read the rules and tips below before you send us your script. Thank you for entering.


Marion Nancarrow, Executive Producer, BBC Radio Drama

Neil Webb, Director, Theatre and Dance, British Council

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