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  FAVOURITE HANGOUT? Ufuomaee: I am a home body. COLOUR? Ufuomaee: Pink MEMORABLE MOMENT(S)? Ufuomaee: Hard to choose... My 30th birthday at Murphy's Plaza, and my birthday holiday to Dubai that year 😎 SNACKS OR FOOD? Ufuomaee: Food INSPIRATION? Ufuomaee: Christ LATEST WORK? Ufuomaee: The 20-Year Reunion, Hell Hath No Fury Anthology. ASPIRATION ? Ufuomaee: To be known for preaching Christ through fiction.  To be a bestselling author who writes for a living. TURNOFF? Ufuomaee: Liars STRENGTH? Ufuomaee: Hope MENTOR? Ufuomaee: Ejiro Osakede NO-NO? Ufuomaee: Cheating PARTING WORDS? Ufuomaee: God bless you! HOW CAN YOU BE REACHED? Ufuomaee: My bio, and links to all my books can be found here 😎👇 https://books.ufuomaee.org/about Instagram Page @ufuomaee # writersofinstagram # readersofinstagram # readers #readerslife #writerscommunity #writinginspiration #writers #writersociety #writersonig #instawriter #booklover ...

           "I"LL CALL YOU, LATER"         . .. By E PLUS The Storyteller. So, it's that moment where you are actually in a good place with your wife, and she is so excited, because she finally gets to be all alone with you, after weeks of busy engagements. "Darling, I really miss you!" Your wife says. "I do, too!" You exclaim, then suddenly your phone begins to buzz. The vibration filters through and, your wife has noticed. "Honey, who is that?" She ask, quite curiously. Then your heart begins to bear like an unending rhythm. "em..em.. it's from...the office!" You respond, as you manage to throw in a line.  "Eh...ehn? Shebi you are suppose to be on leave?" Your wife probes. Then, you break out in sweat, and you feel like disappearing because you just realise that your wife isn't buying your lies. "Hmmm.. yes.. actually..as a matter of fact..I..I..." "Well, just tell them that you are busy, or ju...

  TEAM WORK AND CREATIVITY. (AN INVALUABLE POTENTIAL FOR GROWTH). Written by E PLUS The Storyteller. " Mummy! Mummy! Come and See Dee." My First child, Day, cried out, one afternoon, I was trying to take a nap. So, I turned around to see what was going on. I noticed that Dee was trying to help Day to fix a puzzle, but Day would have none of that. He continued to fuss, and repeatedly said: "I don't need your help, I can do it myself!"  So, after watching for a while, I had to intervene. I called the attention of Dee, and Day, and after further interrogation, I found out that I had to teach these young ones, the importance of TEAM WORK 🙂 And this is the focus of Today's Session: TEAM WORK, AND CREATIVITY (AN INVALUABLE POTENTIAL FOR GROWTH ) When you find yourself in a space or network of people, chances are: you are most likely to experience different points of view, expressions, perceptions, and orientation. There is no guarantee that you can completely CO...

  The Day I met the Lecturer Who.. .. Written by E PLUS The Storyteller. "Open the door! Open the door!" The voice from within the office, echoed.    Hesitantly, I pushed the door and entered the office of the Lecturer who had been giving me countless messages to come, and see him for some updates about my missing scripts. For a very long time, my scripts had been missing, and it was quite strange that there was no explanation from my class rep, until he informed me that the lecturer in question wanted to have a word with me. "What for?" I asked. "See dis one o! What for Ke? Are you not the one that has been disturbing me about your missing scripts? Now, the lecturer wants to see you, you are asking me, what for? You are funny sha, I no go lie!" My Class Rep exclaimed. Maybe she had misunderstood my question, because it was born, more out of concern owing to the lecturer's reputation in the school. Everyone had an idea of what he was capable of(especi...

                YOUR HEALTH MATTERS.                   PERSONAL HYGIENE. She was so restless because she was feeling quite itchy. The rest of the passengers continued to stare at her, curiously. After a while, one of the passengers moved closer. "Young lady, what's really, the matter? You seem restless." The woman asked. "I don't know ooo! This itching is too much." The lady responded. "Hmmm...are you allegic to anything in particular?" The woman asked further. "Not sure... This is kind of strange to me.. I'm just itching all over." The lady cried out. "Okay, if you have time, you can come along with me to the clinic, I'm a nurse and I can quickly run a test on you." The woman proposed. The lady thought about it for a while, then agreed. Few minutes later, they were at the clinic, and the woman ran a test on the lady. Waiting patiently at the reception, the lady hoped it was nothing serious. The Nurse r...

  WHEN I WALKED OUT...(PART 1)   Written by E PLUS The Storyteller. "Na wa o! Somebody can't rest in his  own house again? Which one is all dis-  "Holy Ghost Fire! Holy Ghost Fire!" Mr Bami, my Landlord lamented from downstairs. Immediately, I asked members of my Prayer Team to excuse me for some seconds, while I handle the situation.  "Oga Landlord sorry nau, we are not shouting, It's just prayer." I explained. "It's just prayer! And you want to burn down the whole compound with your Holy Ghost Fire! Ahan... Ko da nau!( It's not fair). What about those of us that are innocent? How will we escape the fire?" The Landlord continued to lament. At that point, I felt the best thing to do was just to remain silent. "Ehn ehn! So you don't want to answer, abi? You see! At least, you can do your prayer quietly, is it not God that all of us are serving? Jor O! Let's sha take it easy, Se o ti gbo? (Have you heard?)" "Yes si...

  "Did you hear the announcement?" Badu, one of the farmers in the village,  asked his neighbour, Akam. "Which announcement?" Akam asked, curiously. Looking quite surprised, Badu explained further. Ah! There is serious crisis in the village of!" He stressed. "Crisis? What Crisis?" Akam asked, further. You can listen to the rest of this story, as you join E PLUS The Storyteller Creative Writing/Storytelling and Content Creation LIVE STREAMING SESSION. Click here, for more👇🏾 https://www.instagram.com/tv/CIs8fNwliJw/?igshid=1if37xjg893s4

                 ME, AND MY STORY...                SEE ME, SEE TRAFFIC       Created by E PLUS The Storyteller.           ( Sponsored by JIRADE DIADEM              VARIETIES OF CRUNCHES.) I could see the disbelief in Colins' eyes when I asked him for my Plantain Chips, he stared at me for a while, without uttering a word, not that I cared, anyway. Anything just to put an end to this guy's persistent disturbance, was very much welcomed. "Are you for real? I thought you gave me the those plantain chips out of your free will?" Colins exclaimed.  "Well.... not after you looked so helpless 🙄" I snapped. Immediately, this Colins of a guy, burst into laughter. In my head, I was like... "Wetin dey do this one?" "So, I can say that you were carried away by my charming disposition.  By the way, Tope is beautiful name, your pare...

                      NO LEFTOVER...           Written by E PLUS The Storyteller. Creative Writing Skills, Visual Art Communication, Blogging, Voiceover, and Storytelling.  Actually, even 'left overs' are raw materials for something new, as far as creativity is concerned, and this explains the quest for innovations. Once you can explore your creative prowess, you will always see beyond 'the now', and look forward to the future. God has enabled everyone with creative prowess, it's all a matter of identifying yours. 'Left overs' have the potentials to be transformed into something 'New'. I remember, growing up, my mum(God bless her soul), would walk into the kitchen, and smile at the over ripe plantain, when one would have expected her to panic! "This plantain will be good for 'Masa'!" She would say. That is how I  learnt how to make masa from left over plantain, to be candid, it happens to be one of...

   Opportunities are like the air we breathe, they are gift from God, and they are everywhere, so your chances are not limited...the steps taken to explore these opportunities must be deliberate, else abuse becomes inevitable. Position yourself everyday for these opportunities... Build your plattform around them... Set the tone to take your chances... Weigh your choices, as you channel them towards the opportunity that aligns with your purpose... Be a Go-getter... Create no room for time wasters.... Remain focused (This cannot be overemphasized. Network... Be consistent... Never give up(this is not even an option) Never doubt yourself... Be creative... Keep exploring... Keep moving... Keep winning... Success cannot be too much... Remember, Inspiration is the bedrock of Creativity, you can explore yours, today. ...E PLUS The Storyteller ( Creative Writing Skills, Visual Art Communication, Blogging, Voiceover, and Storytelling Coach) Call/WhatsApp 07081536821 ___________________...

     BETWEEN THE PUZZLE AND THE CLUE!                     By E PLUS The Storyteller https://www.instagram.com/p/CIVLt8bppuz/?igshid=1ar60lxf2jmen https://www.instagram.com/p/CISRG0cpdsO/?igshid=1c0ekjj285tpw

                      MADAM APROCO                       GBEDU WAHALA     Created/Written by E PLUS The Storyteller       The tin wey happun to me last Saturday ehn...hmmm! No be small tin ooo, my people, how una dey? Na me again oh...madam Aproco. Una know say, me I no dey fit keep anytin from una. So, my tori be say, last week saturday, all of us for my compound dey prepare for one owambe like dat... I knack my big scaf, on top the new white lace wey I buy on credit (I neva even pay finish). As I ready for the gbedu, I chatter taxi, because I no want make the white lace stain, I no fit shout! Na so I balance, I no even bother to wine up the windscreen because the taxi no get AC. Small time, sleep carry me go as breeze dey blow me, the breeze, ehn... no be here o! Small time, I here 'Gbum!' like bomb! Na so I wake up o! Before I go open my mouth to shou...

           SHE WAS QUITE DIFFERENT!            Written by E PLUS The Storyteller Once Sheila stepped in the hall way, everything changed! The atmosphere, the countenance of the people was nothing short of mockery. She had become a laughing stock! None of this was her fault. Sheila was born with a unique feature, from her hair to her toe nails. It wasn't the usual colour, thus people attached quite a lot of speculations to it. Sheila had lost her ...self esteem owing to unkind words, she was always in a hurry to hide behind closed doors! She felt like ending it all, even the encouraging words of her parents were not enough to pacify her. Slowly, the curtain was closing up on Sheila, and her world was coming to an end, suddenly she had an encounter that changed everything.... "I had like to see your parents" The young lady, who had stopped by the shopping mall, said. Sheila looked at the stranger for a while, and turned away ...

  Favourite Colour? Ufuoma Adegor: my favorite colour is black. Favourite meal? Ufuoma Adegor: To be honest, at this point I do not have a favorite food as a foodie that I am.   Favourite hangout? Ufuoma Adegor: I'm an indoor kinda person (I think I'm getting old oh) lol   Most embarrassing moment?   emmm.. I would say back  in day, I wrote a love note to a guy I had a crush on, in secondary school, and everybody got to find out that yi was the one.   What's your genre of Writing?   Ufuoma Adegor: I'd say that I'm a poet lowkey.   What's your Inspiration?   Ufuoma Adegor: My inspiration is to succeed, and I am happy touching lives.   Likes? Ufuoma Adegor: I like singing, and traveling. I also like writing too, and listening to music.   Drinks? Ufuoma Adegor: That would be Four cousins, white whine, and Fresh yo yoghurt. Your favourite person? Ufuoma Adegor: my nephews .   What will you never write about? Ufuoma Adegor: Suicide ...

                 ME, AND MY STORY...                SEE ME, SEE TRAFFIC          Created by E PLUS The Storyteller.     Sponsored by JIRADE DIADEM...VARIETIES OF JIRADE CRUNCHES. Discover, a new level of Taste👌  The Story continues.. Finally! I had arrived at my destination, and I asked the driver to give me my change, there seemed to have been a misunderstanding, and I insisted that the driver confirm how much I had paid him, rather than claiming right! When it still appeared like there was no headway near reconciliation, the young man, Colins, who had been pestering me all day, intervened, and asked the driver to forget about the change, promising that he would refund my money. While I stepped out of the vehicle, he followed me behind. Honestly, at this point, I just wanted to disappear, like seriously! This Colins guy was fast becoming such a pest in my life, ...