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The steaming hot darkness And dry sky, Went away for these days, And left a cool night. The rain washed, Our worries away, A beautiful melody, To colour our days that are gray. And in the lonely blue sky, The sun starts to smile, And we think gladly to ourselves its definitely August time. A poem by Amina Ndako. *********************************** It was almost midnight, exactly 11.30pm when Onome's dad arrived. By this time, Onome and her mum had fallen asleep. Onome's dad staggered towards the door and knocked for a while. By this time, the neighbors could hear the deafening banging at the door. They tossed and turned on their beds while trying to bear the noise. _"Mama Onome, I say open this door before I break am!"_ He shouted. Immediately, Onome's mother shut the door to avoid being seen by any one who might just be passing by. She moved her husband away from the door path and she tried lifting him up to his feet but

                              VOID Chibuzor was quite attentive as Scarlet shared her ordeals with him. At this point, Scarlet had shared so much with him that he could comprehend how she felt.    Scarlet paused for a while. "I think I should just stop here, though I have quite alot to say." She said. Chibuzor smiled. "You are not bothering me, Now, I see why you are quite withdrawn however, your baby's well being is priority. You must remember that whatever affects you, affects your baby." Chibuzor warned. "..but I'm trying, however reality of my child without a father lurks on my mind." Scarlet responded. "Your baby has you and I'm very sure you will bridge the gap quite well." Chibuzor said. Scarlet pondered over the last words Chibuzor just said. Her heart throbbed with anxiety. "You know what? How about we drive round town just for little site view." Chibuzor proposed. ***************************

                              VOID  Mrs Susan sat still on the couch as her mind wavered through contemplation. She stared at the note she held for the umpteenth time. Slowly she flipped through the pages and eventually found the number she had been searching for   Quite relieved, she dialed the numbers and waited for a response.   The call soon ended after a long wait. Feeling almost apprehensive, Mrs Susan dialed the numbers again, this time it did not ring for too long before someone received the call.    "Hello! Customer's service here, please put down your request or complain." It was the voice of a young Lady on the Phone.      Mrs Susan hesitated before responding.        "em..I would like to speak with one of your executives, please." She said."      "Okay ma'am, please hold on." The young Lady replied as she put the call on hold for a while.      "Hello ma! Do you have any particular name in mind?" The cust

Pictures Speak Volumes and this is exactly what is depicted in this Creative piece by HAFA, a member of The Creative Writing Skills, Visual Arts and Blogging with E PLUS The Storyteller. The  African Man!      Sade, the only child of her parent was a very beautiful slim, dark skinned damsel, who was over pampered. After the wedding of Engr. and Mrs Ojo, they had waited for quite a while before the birth of their only Child Sade. Thus, Sade had whatever she requested at the detriment of a sound upbringing.  It was time for Sade to leave her parents and start her own family ; then they realized the negative impact the kind of upbringing she had been given, would have on her. Thus They all became worried.      It was love at first sight for Sade and  Bayo, who had been mates in the University.    Bayo was a well groomed handsome young man from an average family;  he had always loved and imbibed the African culture. Blinded by his Affection for Sade, Bayo  asked for Sade&#