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Queen Tari. It's more than a phrase. It's my reality. https://www.instagram.com/p/Buf-xEEneS0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1vz1lhwv7lc9

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So, I started reading this book around 00:02 I'm done already. Why did it have to end so soon. You can find SIMPLE THINGS on @okadabooks Trust me it's worth it and it's very affordable. Just 150 naira. You'll still had change for plantain chips to much while you read. Also, read other great books by the same publisher @pabpublications #weekendread #weekend #bookstagram #bookworm #books #booknerd #amreading #reading #instagram #novels #love #valentines #nigeria #couple #romance #family #bellanaija #weddings #yorubaweddings #loveisintheair https://www.instagram.com/p/BtpIhpwHBv7/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1v4888lccw08u

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Hey y'all So this was what the sky looked like as I left my department today. I'm not a photographer but i 💖 beautiful images. 😁😁😁 ©Blessing Tarimoboere Philip https://www.instagram.com/p/BoJ6wTPHt2u/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1r829k6up7anm

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I had an interview with a Nigerian wattpad author and he said dime some things I feel l every Nigerian reader and writer should hear. _________________________________ Actually Rebellion, is my third novel. My first two works were foreign so I think I was victim of that vice but not anymore. The real reason Nigerian books aren’t well received or celebrated is because most aren’t well written. After toiling so much for an international audience with foreign projects, I decided to go back to the roots after this discovery I knew Nigerians would read Nigerian projects if it was of high quality and foreigners too, if I manage to bridge the gap well which I did. (Rebellion’s readers stats says 40% are not Africans) I decided to be different. There are few Nigerian books on the platform that are really good, but that’s it. They were in minute quantities while most were lacklustre. I had a pretty good plot that I knew would be relatable to anyone in the world and yeah, I hopped on the project Read the full post on my blog. Clickable link in bio. https://tarealsink.wordpress.com/2018/09/15/reed-on-rebellion-the-thoughts-of-a-nigerian-teen-author/ #novel #blog #nigerianbooks #africa #nigeria #author #interview #newblogpost https://www.instagram.com/p/Bn0MohQn_lf/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1qedqrzretn73

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Hey... How did your day go? #what #is #up? https://www.instagram.com/p/BnuHeKKnvsN/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=cwia4upym7gp

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And the book is online. So.. Here is the blurb: If there is one thing Ife knows about Daramola, it is that he claims to be in love with her despite the fact that she is dating his bestfriend. The friction between both men worsens and leads to a fight. Since then, Ife has received several unsigned cards, accompanied by fetish objects telling her to be wary of Tobi. She refused to believe the letters but when the fifth letter appears two days after Tobi's proposal and he seems unbothered by this, she begins to suspect that her fiancé is much more than he claims to be. How is she to confirm this when Tobi says otherwise and the only thing the letter says is, "Do Not Marry Him." Run Run Run to Okadabooks and get it for free. 🏃🏃🏃 Don't go alone. Tag a friend. https://www.instagram.com/p/BniZe3QnIUi/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=qaoe5zcq44se

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So, I've written my story for the @okadabooks flash fiction competition and hopefully, i will get it online by tomorrow. So get ready to uncover the mystery of the Fifth Letter. More details tomorrow. So. Watch this page. #flashfiction #amwriting #writersofinstagram #writersofnigeria #book #booklaunch #freebook #freebies #watchthisspace #repost. https://www.instagram.com/p/BneuHeiHfTn/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=2uwez1w3c3jf

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There is only so much silence cam do. #justice #tyrannt #good https://www.instagram.com/p/BnF_GCKHqD6/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1rnc7lcc70psd

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If you've been following my story, "Flames of love", on wattpad you'll recognize the names of some characters you know. Do you see some strange names there? Don't worry. They are all part of the book. You'll get to know them as the story progresses. 😁😁 #characters #book #nigeria #nigerian #fiction #love #bookcover #author #amwriting #onlythebest #yoruba #igbo #edo #hausa

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“You could rattle the stars,“ she whispered. “You could do anything, if only you dared. And deep down, you know it, too. That’s what scares you most.”

— Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

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Hey. You there. Aspiring author. Keep writing. The world needs your words. Every single author - big and small, indie and trad, young and old - once stood where you stand, wondering if they were kidding themselves. Keep going. You got this.

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I can so relate to this

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Beyond the façade #2

Before the story begins... Take note that the physical setting of this story is contemporary Nigeria.

He got to his feet and forced his way out of the bus. They were going to lynch the boy. He couldn't let that happen. As he got to the ground, the fat woman eyed him, obviously displeased that he did not partake in chasing and catching the person who had stolen from her. She huffed and shoved him out of the way as she got into the bus.

John stared at the crowd that had now gathered around the boy. He wondered how he would make his voice heard above the excited murmuring crowd.   He took a step towards the circle when he noticed that a man had arrived with a large tyre and a Jerry can. The boy was forced to his feet.

"No.. don't do that. He's just a young boy!!" John screamed. The tyre was forced around the weak helpless boy who could barely stand on his feet. John broke through the crowd just as the Jerry can was opened. As the smell of petrol filled the air, John wondered why the police officers were not here.

"Today, he will burn so that others like him will have sense." The man with the jerry can yelled. The young boy struggled to  fight his way out of the mob but he was pushed back to the center of the circle. His left foot hit his right ankle and he fell to the ground. John watched the face cap fall before the boy hit the ground. Long thick African hair sprung out of the cap.

The murmurs around him increased as the boy or girl was turned to face the sky. John's eyes widened as he saw the gaunt face lying on the floor. He couldn't believe his eyes.  It was his own Oreoluwa that was lying on the floor. Six years had passed but he could never forget the curve of the face and the slant of her narrow eyes. 

"Stop it. stop it. You cannot burn her?" He insisted, placing himself between Ore and the mob. She moaned and tried to get up only for her to fall right back in the mud

The man with the Jerry can eyed him. "Is it because she is a girl? We'll burn all of them."

"No. Ore get up." John crouched beside Ore's still body.

"See," The other man raiser his voice. "If you don't leave now, we'll born you with her. How are we not sure that you are working with her?"

"That's just stupid." John replied, slipping the tyre off Ore's bleeding body. Her breath came out in sharp shorts gasps but her lungs barely seemed to be inflating. "Ore, get up."

"You want to die abi. Okay, you can go and be a good Samaritan in heaven." The man  poured some oil around John. John pulled Ore up, careful to avoid the oil. He knew he wouldn't be able to make it through this mob without a fight. They were hungry for jungle justice.

"Yes, and what is going in here?" A loud voice boomed. The crowd dispersed like a sunflower in a storm. Nobody wanted to enter police wahala. John himself tried to drag Ore away from the scene but he couldn't get very far as she had passed out in his arms.

He lifted her fireman style and wondered how the brightest student of 'Adegoke High School,' could end up in a place like this. Her face was already swollen and disfigured from the beating. Blood ran down her skin and painted his clothes while he marveled at how light she was. What could have pushed Ore to pick pocketing?

"Stop right there," The police man ordered. John paused, holding Ore closer to him so that her face was concealed from the huge man that walked to them. The police man peered at him with disgust. "What happened here?"

John was quiet as he watched the bus driver kick the bus into gear and speed out of the bus stop. No one wanted to be the police officer's sacrificial lamb but unfortunately for him, it had become his portion and his lot.

He had no idea of how he would explain that his secondary school mate was a pick pocket. The last thing he wanted was for Ore to end up with the police. She had suffered enough already at the hands of the crowd.

"You don't want to talk abi?" The police man cast a cursory look at the deserted bus stop. "Very well. I can see that you were about to take part in the lynching of a citizen of the state. That is a great offence. Come with me."

"Wait. That's not what happened." John said. He knew that none of the culprits or the witnesses would come to his aid. He was alone in this.

"Arguing with an officer of the law? Another great offence. Officers. Take him to the station." The police officer said. He  tried to explain himself but two men latched their hands to his while the first police officer grabbed Ore out of his hands.

As he was dragged to a nearby police vehicle, he wondered why he had decided to be involved in Ore's matter. She had, as always, brought him bad luck. He was forced into the back of the police pick up truck. As he sat on the wooden seat, he wondered how to get out of the mess he had created. The last thing on his mind as the truck speed towards the station was the meeting that he was to lead that morning.

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Jesus Books Music Bed and pillow Friends

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Husband: What she doesn't know can't kill her.

Wife: Hmm..very delicious. (Eats poisoned dinner and dies)

Beware, ignorance kills

#education #wisdom #wisewords #word #ignorance

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Unless we change our mindset, we will make the same mistakes over and over again.

Anonymous woman