Broken Mirrors – Episode 7

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Originally posted on tlsplace:

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We stopped recieving entries at 12 Midnight Yesterday. The judges begin work on selecting the top 5 finalists from today and we will post that top 5 here on the blog on Monday 1st of April. You will then have one week to vote for your best of the bunch.

Enjoy today’s Broken Mirrors.

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Awazi did not return to the room for an hour. What killed Derin the most while he waited was that he had to guess at what she was doing by listening to the sounds. As if to torture him with more uncertainty, she slotted a Bob Marley greatest hits album in and turned the volume up so that the music drowned every other sound in the…

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Originally posted on AAABORODE!:


I am always thinking about the purpose of life, the essence of existence, trying to logically fit the pieces of the puzzle together, trying to understand, trying to find answers, trying to find me. I am always looking for signs, searching for words of wisdom. I’m always trying to find a message,a sign, a hint.

I listen to everyone. I listen to the person who is asking me for money, walking on the street, stopping me in a car, telling me he or she is cold and hungry, I listen to words of wisdom from her or his lips. I listen to the wise ones, I read their words and ponder on their ideas, I think about their practical use and how I can use the acquired knowledge for my everyday life.

I listen to my great friends, I let their words sink into me, I listen to their hopes…

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The final saga!!! A must read!

Originally posted on tlsplace:

It’s the FINALE!!! And I’ve made it the longest episode of anything I’ve ever posted on the blog.  Tricia’s Story ends with 2012 and new things begin in 2013. Thanks for the wonderful year we’ve had on tlsplace. It started as something real small, that I just did to find expression for my stories, and somehow you’ve grown it (cos me no fit explain as e grow o) into something that’s evidently beyond me. I indeed appreciate everyone who has taken time to read, share, comment on and critique my stories. We’ve together proven that Nigerians read, and read well too. Happy New Year in advance, and may 2013 deliver great things to you. It will be the time to live the things we only dreamt before. I look forward to delivering great stuff to you in the coming year. Enjoy…

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Kofo woke up to the steady nudging from Teju the…

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2012 has been great because otto is one of my inspiration.

Originally posted on community impact:

I sincerely want to thank every single friend who has been a part of my life in 2012. Knowing that your contribution made a great impact. This story is just a brief extract from my book which will soon be published and It comes as an answer to so many questions from people who want to know how the journey started and where it is leading. The twist and turns, the little secrets to such great impact within a short time and also to inspire and encourage other young people who still feel challenged to leave their comfort zone. 

By: Otto Orondaam.

It was the first day of January, 2012. The dry wind of the harmattan blew across my windows. I could hear some birds whistling from afar. The lusty cry of a cock about to be slaughtered woke me up from my beautiful sleep. I drew my duvet higher…

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Are u a Lagos big gurl or u like one?!

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Her Long nails like Hawk, I’m afraid if she eyes you with those (original) lashes, she may Fly :( , Brazilian weave long like horse tail, Mary kay powder and foundation; Face like Clay. She’s Yellow like sunshine(I’m not sure she fell inside bleach) Talking of her dressing; Bandage skirt, body wrapped like Lazarus, Colour blocking tins’.

LOL!! I really hate the word ‘tins’ well the Lagos big girl loves to use the word, so I love the word now; Ozone tins, Elegushi tins, wedding tins, burial tins, airport tins, Island tins even when she’s eating; Shawarma tins, Arghhh!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!!!!!. Oh, forgot to mention, the Lagos big girl doesn’t eat at a bukateria o…Ha! Infact, she shouldn’t be seen there, all she does is KFC chilling, ‘Chilling’ another annoying word…*shrugs*. Ehen sef, The Lagos big girl can like to form Miss independent ehnnn, chai (we all…

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Following the art of conversation, I recommend this

Originally posted on Oluwatoyin Bisi-Ogunwale:

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Just two years after our marriage, hubby brought up the idea of asking Mother to move from the rural hometown and spend her remaining years with us. Hubby’s father passed away while he was still very young. Mother endured much hardship and struggled all on her own to provide for him, see him through to a university degree. You could say that she suffered a great deal and did everything you could expect of a woman to bring hubby to where he is today. I immediately agreed and started packing the spare room, which has a balcony facing the South to let her enjoy the sunshine and plant greenery. Hubby stood in the bright room, and suddenly just picked me up and started spinning round and round. As I begged him to put me down, he said: “Lets go fetch mother”.

Hubby is tall and big sized and I love…

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Very relative but i think its one-sided! Read this and wait for my part of this.

Originally posted on Oluwatoyin Bisi-Ogunwale:


Wow! This is a MUST read story guys! Came across this piece online and not sure who wrote it, but it’s a great story with a solid lesson to teach and a reminder to every woman. Please continue reading and don’t forget to share…..someone out there might need this!

“Biyi hasn’t worked for that long?” Dayo’s voice drips with resentment. “For real?” “He’s been trying,” I say in feeble attempt to defend my husband. “You know how the economy is.”

…My husband and I had vowed never to bring in a third party into our relationship but with a bank account screaming for revival, I need to share my burden with someone else. I grip the phone. Dayo is unusually quiet. “You still there?” I ask. “Hello?” “I am here,” she says. “I just didn’t know things were this bad. And all this while, I thought Biyi was providing for…

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