BROKEN OR NOT.

BROKEN OR NOT.

  BROKEN OR NOT. ..... EPISODE 5 *OMOLOLU*“The view from the front porch is amazing. We are lucky that Collins saved this place for us. What do you think?” Olivia asked as she pulled me towards the Porch. I nodded. “I think it’s good.”You can have this place for only 60 million naira. The best you can get.” Collins added as we joined him outside. If anyone had told me that I would have up to a million naira before my death, I’d argue it with ‘references’****“My name is Omololu Martins.” I introduced.Mr. Philips stared at me. “Olivia told me you would be coming.”I just want you to know that I can do a lot at once.”He nodded. “Multitasking. That’s interesting.”I smiled.“I have a ship that comes in next week throughApapa, I have some men that help offload the ship. It is long and hard, it takes a minimum of four hours to offload it. You can join them in offloading it. I’ll provide you with accommodation there and feeding too during the time for it.”I nodded. “Okay, that’s fine.”You’ll also get paid, You’ll be paid ten thousand naira.”My face fell, but it was a start. “Thank you, sir.”After a tiring first day of offloading a ship, Mr. Philips called me into his car. “Great job

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BROKEN OR NOT episode 4

BROKEN OR NOT episode 4

https://istory.com.ng/broken-or-not-episode-4/EPISODE 4 *OMOLOLU*Ijeoma stared at me as she stood behind her ‘lover’ and stuttered over some inaudible words.“Err…Tiwa! Ah…” She struggled with words as she approached Tiwa. Tiwa dashed behind me and Ijeoma stepped back. “I…I…I…am really…err…”I saved her the drama. “Is my daughter safe here, Ijeoma?” I asked, staring at her ‘lover’.She nodded as she blinked. “Au…Austin is…is”Spare me the story.” I replied as I placed the phone in Tiwa’shand. “You can always call me,” I said and pecked her forehead. Tiwa smiled faintly. “When would you come back for me?” she asked.“Soon. I’ll end all these soon.” I promised as we hugged. “Take care of my daughter, she is still your daughter if you still remember.” I said sternly and turned to walk away.“Omololu.”I froze in my track as Ijeoma called my name like the first time. I could feel my heart beat racing fast as her footsteps drew closer. I blinked not knowing if I should turn in her direction. My heart still did beat for her. I closed my eyes as I felt her hand run through my chest.“Omololu, please.” She said quietly. I blinked and took her hands away carefully and turned towards her. Her eyes

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BROKEN OR NOT ☆episode 03☆

BROKEN OR NOT ☆episode 03☆

https://istory.com.ng/broken-or-not-%e2%98%86episode-03%e2%98%86/ ☆☆EPISODE 03 Tiwa kept her eyes shut as she felt a dark movement over her face. She blinked involuntarily giving herself away in the process. “She is alive.” A female voice said. Tiwa’s eyes flew open as she jumped up from the bench and looked at the crowd that surrounded her. Left or right? She contemplated within herself, unsure of what direction to take. It didn’t matter that there was a man with a Bible in his hand and the women with scarves covering their hair. No one could be trusted!“Grab her, don’t let her run.” The man with the Bible ordered. Tiwa tried to leap across the bench but crashed onto the floor hard. She let out a loud cry and they all rushed to help her up. “Take her into the church.” The man ordered and Tiwa was carried into the church by two men as she cried softly. *OMOLOLU*I watched as Mom drank her water slowly and took deep breaths. I wished I could do more for her, but I had caused her more pain by saying I would marry Olivia. She had never liked Olivia.*****“Mom, meet Olivia. She is my friend from Lagos.” I had said when Olivia came to Ibadan to visit us. Mom took in her appearanc

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CULTURE: STUCK IN A DREAM.

CULTURE: STUCK IN A DREAM.

CULTURE: STUCK IN A DREAM.   Did you ever stare at a face carved in stone and within a split second of magical awe, realize that this man made soul is a correct depiction of the statical form of a man, stuck in a dream?   Reliving a life planted in his mind by a time when influenced by pride in a worthy home, his maker gave essence to void. A void which once was him.   Clinging now to the euphoria and wealth in his creator's smile, as he knelt before an oversized pebble, on that day, beside a glory filled hut. Surrounded by gorse and rich trees, dancing to the story filled songs, on lips shaped like the half-moon’s smile.   Do you ever stare at this face, and wish to be stuck in his dream? Or ask, "at what point did growth go wrong?"   Have we cast back into the night, Those shadows that gave depth to our plain, garish selves? Have we drowned in foreign light, the gentle, feeble glow, that was the muse in the darkest times   Wishing now to be sucked into our stone friend's sleep, Are we, ourselves, stuck in a dream? A tap on the shoulder, or a loud call away

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BROKEN OR NOT episode 2

BROKEN OR NOT episode 2

EPISODE 02 *I watched as Austin crossed from the other side of the road to meet me. “I can’t find her anywhere. Maybe we should take the car.” He said, breathing fast. I held my head. “I am finished.” I ran my fingers across my hair in fear. “Austin, my daughter is gone. What am I going to do? ” You are gonna calm down.” He replied and pulled me to the passenger’s seat. “Get in.” He ordered. I obeyed immediately and took my seat as Austin started the car. “Where could she have gone to?” I asked. He took a glance at me and focused on his driving. “Ijeoma, how do you expect me to know that? We are gonna drive slowly; you keep your eyes to the right. I’ll focus on the left.” He replied as he gazed through the window. “I am a failure; I should have left Tiwa with her father. I should have, I have really failed.” I started. “She is new to Lagos, this is her first visit and she came because of this trial. I am ruined. I have killed my daughter. “Austin shook his head pitifully as he turned in the next fuel station. “Ijeoma, this is not your fault. She decided to take off.” It’s my fault! I should have forced her to come upstairs with me. Where do I go from here?” I retorted angrily. He

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BROKEN OR NOT

BROKEN OR NOT

EPISODE one. The front door flung open as I pulled Tiwa with me, out of the Lagos City Hall. Tiwa struggled helplessly with me, but I didn’t loosen my firm grip on her hand. “Would you behave yourself?” I charged as I pushed Tiwa forward. “I want my father!” she retorted angrily. I eyed her coldly. “Look here, you heard the Judge,” I shouted as I pressed the remote control to my latest acquisition, a black Toyota Camry 2014. Tiwa scoffed. “I don’t like you, and you better not forget that.” She said as she kicked the car’s tyre furiously. I raised my hand to hit her but I restrained myself knowing that we were standing right in front of the Lagos City Hall and it could instantly jeopardize my chances of having her. “OH…you scared?” she asked, with a subtle but evil grin. I could see the hatred burning in her eyes. My own daughter despised me. “ Ijeoma…Ij!”I turned around to see Omololu as he ran in our direction panting heavily. “You don’t have to do this, Ijeoma.” He said as he bit his lower lip lightly. That was the first thing that attracted me to Omololu, his lips! And whenever he bit the lower one, I always felt excited all the way to my toes. “You don’t have to do this.” H

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WIND IN A RAINSTORM

WIND IN A RAINSTORM

WIND IN A RAINSTORM Like the wind, dancing wild In a rainstorm. Honey is alive, When the world drops dead. He once sang to me With a sore throat It WASN'T nice. But I'll pay to hear it again. He'd laugh at me For crying; The world makes me Do that sometimes. He'd laugh at himself For crying; We do that together, Then laugh all night. Like a wind dancing wild In a rainstorm, Honey bought a cake, When we lost a friend. We cried, Laughed, Ate some cake And did it all, All over again. ...........    

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DEAD MAN

DEAD MAN

Dead man, Stay buried while the seeds grow. You're dead, you needn't become a scarecrow. Do not scare them off, let the birds eat. Eat off the plants as they grow. Dead man, When the birds have eaten to their fill Rise then, destroy what's left of the seeds So, from the abundance of loss, we could have a feast. But Dead man, After this, You mustn't stay confined. Sail down to Heaven and smoke a roll with Marley, down a street in Holy Ville, give a song to Kuti. Tell them how lucky they are to be alive, while the rest of us die on this plane. Then, Dead man, Leave!! Heaven can wait. fly up to hell and tell the Devil a Joke; of how men think him defeated and weaker than most. Go on then and live, Dead man. You're luckier than most of us.   Portrait by  Tomasz Alen Kopera. Go on, Like and comment  Share it  and don't forget  to follow @istoryng on  instagram, facebook and twitter.

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