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The final saga!!! A must read!

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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.

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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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Following the art of conversation, I recommend this

I am God's Favour

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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.

I am God's Favour

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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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Domestic Violence shouldn’t be allowed to stay…..

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I could barely sleep last night. Actually, I haven’t slept in about a week. I usually start dozing off around 4am, then get up again to pray and it’s almost impossible to go back to sleep with all the hustle and bustle that everyone is about. Due to this and my no-make up till the end of the year pact, I go around cranky with a face that looks like a certain former president of Nigeria that has been likened to an ape (Abeg I dint mention any name oh ehhen).

The reason I haven’t been able to sleep is that my neighbors can’t keep it down. They just moved in, obvious by the fresh paint and expensive renovations they did to their house (the former people were kinda miserly). Anyways after thorough investigation, I found out that they are a newly wed couple and the guy is in the…

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