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My Father’s Daughter – The Book Launch

By | September 14th, 2018|Categories: Non-fiction|

We are very pleased to announce to you the upcoming Book Launch of our true life inspired short story by Loretta Oduware Ogboro-Okor, My Father's Daughter. My Father's Daughter is an inspiring true story of a Father and his daughter. The Book Launch will be happening in Both Abuja and Lagos. You are welcome to attend either. I am my father’s daughter. I am unapologetic about it. The rain poured down from the heavens like a hole had suddenly come unplugged by the creator, from where huge unending drums of water poured onto the red earth associated with Benin City. Benin, the ancient city of the Ogisos, the land of the Obas, home to a people of heritage so rich in culture that their tales of splendour abound on the internet and in history books. The relics of their civilization grace our galleries as well as the museums of other countries across the world – treasures taken without the consent of the original Benin owners. Suffice it to say we shall come back to the matter of heritage. Let us focus on the father and his daughter who are at the center of this narrative for now. Through that rain and the red muddy flood it created, waded a man with grey hair determined to get to the school. The taxi he came in was unable to navigate the flooded road, a few meters before the school gate. Nothing was going to stop him! When he set out on this journey, [...]

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Mr Gentleman – Extend The End

By | September 26th, 2017|Categories: Extend The End|Tags: , |

Extend The End - Winner gets 1k phone credit on their network of choice. ------------------------------------- Adesola was distraught. For some unknown reason, her alarm clock had failed. Or did it? She had to be at a job interview by 8 am and now, she was running really late. She smiled momentarily as she remembered the events of the previous evening. It must have been the wine. Perhaps the alarm clock didn't fail afterall. On to the task at hand. How do i get to this interview without being late.   ************ Adesola was lost in the crowd at the bus stop. It was one of those crowded mornings when it seemed everyone arrived at the bus stop at the same time. She calculated her odds, they were not very good. Where do you find a gentleman when you need one? At least, a gentleman who would fight for a seat for her when one of the buses arrive. She half-heartedly scanned the crowd, there was nothing better to do anyways. There were school children, the rough type, work commutters in their prim and proper office wears, the ladies, like her, were mostly in comfortabel flip flops that they would exchange for work shoes when they arrived at work. The men usually had better chances of wrestling their way into the buses on mornings such as this. Her attention was drawn to a man standing a little aside from the throng. He was smartly dressed and was obviously going to work or a [...]

Our Secrets

By | September 25th, 2017|Categories: Short Story Contest|

0 VOTES The room was quiet as if they were the only ones on earth. Chetanna watched the rhythmic rise and fall of the sleeping lady on the bed. Even with her tousled damp hair, she looks so adorable, fragile…peaceful.   Jasmine! Her name alone makes his heart skip a beat. Gently, he removed strands of hair that fell on her face.  Resisting the urge to join her in bed, he rose from the chair, leaned over and planted a light kiss on her right check. The whiff of lavender from Jasmine’s hair made him close his eyes to savor the fragrance. Smiling almost shyly, he remembered how few minutes ago he was leathering her hair with shampoo while they took a shower… a long soapy shower. The light bulb moment was the realization that he had lost track of time and his phone was on silent. A quick mental retrace of his activities, pinpointed the bathroom as the last place he operated the phone. He picked it from the sink and saw eleven missed call. The time was 9.20pm! His plan was to leave at 8.30pm, latest! Resisting the urge to cover her half naked body with a duvet, he quietly slipped out of the room into the sitting room where he left his car keys and shoes. He switched on her security light before locking the exit door with the spare key; a token of her commitment to the relationship after they consummated it. It’s been exactly five weeks ago, March 12th. Cheta will never forget how the first time they made love he drove [...]

A COSTLY DESIRE

By | September 23rd, 2017|Categories: Short Story Contest|

1 VOTE A COSTLY DESIRE It was a dark, rainy night and the raindrops continually splashing against the metal window frames made sleep especially difficult for Julius. He was more concerned however about his heavily pregnant wife who had gone to bed that night having eaten nothing owing to a slight fever. It was a long gruesome day; he had spent a good part of it standing before a disciplinary committee at the company’s headquarters in Ikeja, responding to several counts of allegation of misappropriation of funds contained in an anonymous letter to the Company. He had tried without success to figure out which of his colleagues or even superiors would do such a horrible thing against him at a time he was expecting his first child. The conversations of the day replayed in his mind as he grinned his teeth in anger. As much as he tried to, Julius could not stop worrying about Mabel and what may become of her should the board decide to lay him off. He lies on his back, his side, his other side and then put his arms under the pillow, and coughed out loud. Sleep eventually swept him off. But after what seemed like a few hours, he was awakened. He lazily looked at his gold platted wristwatch which he usually keeps on a wooden stool next to the bed. It had been a wedding present from his uncle in Benin. The time was 2:08am, they had retired to bed at 11:00am the [...]

IT PAYS TO BE PATIENT

By | September 23rd, 2017|Categories: Short Story Contest|

157 VOTES Mama knocks at the door… Felicia: Yes! (Gan… Gan… she whispered to herself Mama again) Welcome Mama. Mama: So you are still here eating my son’s food abi and producing nothing after six years of marriage, I have good news for you, get ready to go back to your father’s house as I now have a better and fruitful wife for my son. Felicia: Please Mama what God has joined together let no man put asunder. Mama: Asunder ne! Asunder ke! I have said my own. Felicia: Mama I love your son and God’s time is the best. (Felicia was saying all this things not knowing she was already two months pregnant, she had missed her period but felt it was normal since she was not sick). A knock at the door – knock! Knock! Mama: Ah! Ah! Welcome my son; meet Bisi, your new wife. (At the sight of Bisi, Kola threw away his brief case and fainted). They all screamed: Kola! Mobe! Mobe! Help me! Help me! At once Mama, Felicia and Bisi held him. Felicia: (screaming) where are my car keys? (Off they took Kola to the hospital). After cross examination and bed rest, Kola got up. Mama: thank God my son is alive. What happened to you? Kola: (voice still shaky) Mama, who is that lady? Mama: Bisi? She is a friend’s daughter that stays in Ogun state Kola: I thought it was a ghost, Bose who died nine years ago. She was my ex-girlfriend [...]

THE RETREAT

By | September 22nd, 2017|Categories: Short Story Contest|

29 VOTES The Jesuit brothers called it a journey, but most of us thought it a silly excuse to further encroach into our holiday time. But it was compulsory, so we all had to attend. The evening was cold and cloudy and the school compound was a graveyard when we arrived. So silent – like the fluttering trees were observing some sort of benediction for us travellers. After checking into the hostels and having dinner, we reassembled at the auditorium to see a movie. My school had a culture of separating boys from girls. Even when we saw movies together, the boys always had to sit in a separate section. They claimed it was to avoid "temptation". This explained our surprise when we were to sit together to see this movie. It was an even bigger surprise when we were paired with the girls the next morning, before our Emmaus journey began. Her name was Nene – my partner. Nene! The memories I conjure. Nene had this aura about her, a tall and slender structure like something breakable. We had never really spoken before. I only knew her as the slim girl who always wore sparkling white pair of socks drawn up to her knee. Then later as the school's band prefect. We finally got to talk when our journey began. The first agenda for the day was tagged "knowing your partner". So each couple were to leave the hall to any comfortable spot in the school, and get to know [...]

The cute girl with Bad breath

By | September 20th, 2017|Categories: Short Story Contest|

614 VOTES she just passed again! i've been crushing on her for a while. i heard she's a fresher in my department. Though my "junior" colleague, I couldn't help the feelings I nutured for her. I knew my lust for beautiful girls would get me in trouble, but definitely not this time! Not this girl! I really needed to tell her how I felt, so I hurriedly approached her. Her "rear end" was divinely sculptured! It was like two large planets that couldn't separate themselves from each other "Fine girl, Good afternoon! " I greeted. She was about to respond when I poured out everything "see you are pretty and I like you. I do see you around but the thing is; you always keep to yourself. You don't talk much. I will like to get to know you, walk, eat, read....you know...do stuff with you ..I wanna be close to you" I arrested my case. "O.k cool! You are funny" she said. Right from the moment she said "o.k", I felt something pepperish around my eyes. The odour that escaped from her mouth, blinded me for a second or two. I could see virtually nothing! It seemed I was experiencing an eclipse of the moon.. I wiped my eyes clean. I was still trying to recover from the first wave of her mouth odour, when she hit me with another by saying"o.k lemme give you my number". Then I had this drowsy feeling, I felt like falling. I found my [...]

Foe Faced Friends – Extend The End

By | September 20th, 2017|Categories: Extend The End|

Hello Awesome followers and readers of BookSale. We are always looking to create something interesting for you and your suggestions are welcome as well. This post is an introduction of what we call Extend The End. We will write a short story and you can extend the end to a logical or illogical conclusion in the comments section. We've got an interesting prize for the winner of the week. Please follow us on Social Media and subscribe to our newsletter in order not to miss the announcements. You can also join The Bookworm bookclub on WhatsApp by clicking here. Lets get to it.   Adedeji was livid with rage. For more than a fortnight now, his mid day snack had started getting missing from the refrigerator in the common room. As a result, on the days the snack turned up missing, he went hungry. The fact that he had to go hungry on such sad days was not the major cause of his rage right now, but that one or all of the four other people with whom he shared the common room was stealing his food, and not one of them had the courtesy to own up. They were all jovial friends or so he thought. Why would they continue stealing his food? The first time he raised the issue, they all denied having even gone near the refrigerator let alone take his food. In the two weeks since the mystery started, his mid-day snack had gone missing four times.   [...]

The freedom you wanted, your new found prison.

By | September 18th, 2017|Categories: Short Story Contest|

67 VOTES One morning, you happened to wake up earlier than usual because of the gunshot all through the night. Mama was suppose to come wake you this morning, but she didn't. You thought,perhaps she slept late. you left your room and went to mama's room, but she was no where to be found. You listened but couldn't hear your crazy  dads radio, which always woke you up in the morning with Biafra new..you thought,perhaps,dad had slept late too like mom. Your beautiful little sister who always comes to your room every morning with her assignment for you, did not come too ,perhaps, she slept late too. You crept out of your bed, everyplace was noisy, but you heard nothing in particular. At first it was gunshot, and then, people crying. You looked through your window and saw dead bodies on the street, and some running. Fear griped you. You walked out through the door and found your dad, laying on his own pool of blood, his hand was cut off from his body. His eyes wide open,his Four finger radio laid by his side.  'daddy' you cried walking close to him. You noticed another dead body,you walked closer 'Jesus' it was mama,mamas head was sliced off from her body, her tongue pulling out like the dog,okon the bar man kills everyday.. You turn and see your  little sister,her stomach had been divided, her young intestine falling off, like in American movie you watch. You broke down his tears, you knew [...]

SURVIVED

By | September 17th, 2017|Categories: Short Story Contest|

69 VOTES It was the middle of the term in Sylvester secondary school and the students of ss1 were looking forward to the excursion that was coming up in five days’ time. The students were to be taken to a museum to see some historical artifacts. Sylvester was a school mostly for rich kids however commoners could attend the school via scholarships. Those who registered for the excursion had their names pasted on the notice board in the hall way. Jade Michael, who was one of the students on scholarship, went to check for her name before going for lunch. Jade, a dark skinned girl lost her dad when she was eight years old in primary school and her mother struggled to raise her with sales from her roasted plantain business. While going through the list of names, she found hers but didn’t find her friend’s name Christabel Nelson, who was a light skinned beauty with wealthy parents but that didn’t stop her from being friends with Jade. Christabel and Jade had been friends since junior secondary two (JS2) and they were now in senior secondary one (SS1). ‘Christie and I registered on the same day. Why then is her name missing?’ Jade wondered. As her tummy grumbled, she sighed deeply and walked hastily to the cafeteria expecting to find Christie. Instead she found a long queue, so she grabbed a tray and joined in. She scanned the cafeteria for her friend but there wasn’t any sign of her. The queue moved along quickly as usual and she made her way to the chirpy cafeteria lady that always made everyone’s [...]