Freestyle Rap Poetry

ah av got punch falls/
like da rain drops/on ya roof/beta check aw u prove/
ya move/coS like da traffic lighT U gon geT a reD/yeA its a soca diss you nerd/
aite let's take iT2 paris/
nd you loking 4da "car keys"?/
nigga I 1nd ya ma left punch heals/meN yoU aint a corper/
wat you want wif da choper?/
see I liv in ur nitemares/
dont even dream cos ama cut u wif stares/
n kip u in stairs/
call me freddy/
as ah climb ur heap, wacky/like her hip hops ma dick/
diS dejecteD kiD be ranting like an infected breed/
disowned talking parrot/
stop yapping nd fuck some carrot/
yea he gets laid, abeg naa wif vegs/
hav dis mumu screwd up like a bolt nd in like tags/
omO he hangs awt? Shh, human billbord/
saYin come have some pee hores/
nigga I line up chiks ina flat file/
so much applications, X-rated vile/
ur chik nd aunts tasted like a bile/
u b realy an almajri child/
aS ah giV u beef u collect/
wawA dey feel him broke ass like say e loss e wallet/
if I ask u nw wetin be grain, e go say garri/
oLodo in da making, no worry/
amA create u in stone's image/
aS you wuD operate in lone's village/
ah gaT lines like an arachnid/
catchin wacks dat ah don't need/
i lease minds to rape kinds/ 
urs is goN b behind/
wif a stick, pls rewind/
nd catch da clip, aint it carnibal?/
fuck all TEE, y wuda study this animal/
Beta stick wif ma lip turn/
dat way I stay fresH n need porn/
da only time he got a joint/
was wen he saW his elbow trout/
if his big, its cosa hiS head/
ama patch dis lad wif jabs/
still latch da gal wiF sm stabs/
as shE opens up like gates/
no bills, she said, as my abs gat heR rates/
running re lays/
enuf of her awedi, get a grip/
dolo go find grape/
like som london hoes in 1900's/
well no boil hit 100/
degrees sha, b4 u claim to b H2O, at hundred/
when tins 4l apart Ω̴̩̩̩̥α him n e gf bwek up o/
dey call me the rapist, as a badoo/
on puttin tins tageda like a bra/
in a relationship mara/
paint him yellow pips wud fink his jaundice/
buh he aint da eye, dt can diss/
saW, wif clean sights 4 runs tins/
his TEE his TEE, abeggii mai shi do TEE/
pass dis GUY TEE/
sef, only say na 20naira bread fit d tea. 

Chuks Styla Aboki 
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Pay Back...

Invade his system, virus threat.......
in shock, cyrus peck....
lend him a cheque nd his payin bak wif a wreck..
bury diS nigga in ice so he wud av a star....
first bank, elephant, stomp on ya like the world's bank stamp....
liv yu rollin In skate, as I bruise u against tha col vet....
nw ah don't spIt multies, buh wud liv u wit more tee's like a vamp stabed to det.....
he listenes close like an headset, fuck m tellin a cool story peT....
if it kills me mor, I wud punch u most, chop u raw, liv ur ghost.....
to wonder like da wind, u beatin me is as hard as rapin ur mum inda dream....
unless of cus its real, as am doin it, ma meal.... 

-Chuks Styla Aboki 
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My Reaction

Part 1: 
Started the morning with some push ups, hate it when i give out that much.... 


like am the 1st hybrid, you ought to know i dont give a fuck for your touch..... 


i see clearly at nights, the plots you have for me, ama take it, have u buried in it.

Part 2: 
You would neva forget me like 09/11, had you fucked up in the heat, Osama gat them fooled, now what do u suppose i do?...... 

av them kip a false doctrine? nah, dat was costantine's rule..... 

pardon my words, if u nid time to blow, i presume u a bomb. 

Chuks Styla Aboki 

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Life's Mathematics Part 2

We hate it, scratching our heads to solve a problem/ 

ending up passing for rests, without that ledge to hammer any posing threat/ 

Life is difficult like the power series, you get tired of d expanding length/ 

Ur health pls, he wud say, Until your breath seize, that's the tutor saying time up/

E don't mara if you done or starting, this whole circle is a death hub/

Like a set, u eida in or out, living or dead, the result doesn't count/

Like stock keeper, arranging goods aimlessly, all year round/

Calculating losses only without profiting from gains of d bout/

Now to plot a graph, and the slope be showing a plot for drought. 

-Chuks Styla Aboki 
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Deepening Spiral

It's my tendency to put my thought down in writing 
This aint gonna be lyrical but an expressive outpouring 
I'm wrapped up in layers n layers with this sensitive core 
I see it all but what matters stays blind to my sight 
My exterior says it all, the sign is Crab 
And my temperament, fact or fiction? 

I'm the god of Clueless.. Buried beneath myriad sacrifices of dangerous mental complexities
And density? Serious mass and area and I aint talking physics
Like a palatial building with a self-destruct button
Let me take all these as mock scenarios before a real 

showdown.. 

Daring to the hilt; now enforcing bravery within slim confines 
No Bond, always doubling into danger so times gotta change 

Read meanings into this? It's convoluted like the being it emanates from 
Aint one to cry out, I'll let it all sink inside 
Smile like I won the lottery.. It's a game I play 
Maybe I'll implode.. Maybe I'll survive... 

Fuck the Zodiac.. This aint a Crab's life!!! 

Oluwasina Niran 

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EMMA CHAPTER FOUR

Chapter Four

Six years had passed since Emma finished secondary school. It was her
graduation today- her graduation from the fashion designing training
institute. Having waited with long-suffering for her pending result, she
had re-registered and sat for the exam the following year, but the story
was the same; result withheld. Mrs Ajayi had refused to allow her sit for
another exam in the school, claiming it would spoil its reputation, since
there had never been such occurrence before.

Emma had lost hope already, but Aunty Nurse encouraged her to take the exam
one more time, but in a different school. Unfortunately, the Ministry of
Education later claimed the school was not an approved centre for WASSCE,
therefore the examination was cancelled. That was it! Emma swore she wasn't
destined to be a graduate after all, thus she gave up. She resorted to
taking the advice the principal had given her the other day- ''get your hands
on something worthwhile'', which of course, she did. Now she was graduating.
The common term for the ceremony is actually ''freedom'', but Emma would never
embrace that term. She had told her instructor point-blank that she isn't
about to get freed, she is about to graduate, because she enrolled at the
institute for training, not for bondage- only a bound person gets freed.

'I must say, Miss Williams is a very gifted lady', It was her instructor
(or boss as they term it) giving her speech that day. 'She is a very fast
learner, and an inquisitive one too'. The guests smiled and inclined their
heads, while some nodded in the affirmative. 'Although', the woman
continued,

'When at first she came to my institute to enroll for training, I doubted if
she would concentrate, because her enthusiasm was focused on going to
school, continuing her education, and she would always come to the
institute with books to read'.

Emma smiled at this remark. That was when she was hoping a miracle would
happen and her results would get discharged and acquitted. She had kept
preparing her mind for university; to study to become the journalist she
had always dreamt to be, embroidery was only a side-attraction. But she
finally had to embrace it, as reality dawned on her that Journalism was
probably not her calling.

'But today, I present to you, the best graduating student in Trend It
Fashion Institute so far. And to this effect, we gift her an electric
sewing machine and a cheque of two hundred thousand naira to proceed on her
entrepreneurship journey', the woman ended her speech.

Everyone jeered and applauded at this announcement. They had barely heard
of anything like that before. It was really a depiction of divine favour,
because there is hardly any 'boss' that would do such thing, and Emma must
have truly done well to deserve it. The clapping continued as Emma in her
graduation regalia; a graduation gown and cap, rose from her seat and went
forward to embrace her boss, while 'paparazzi' flashed from East, West,
North and South. She felt like a celebrity! Her instructor had never told
her there was something special in store for her, and she hadn't expected a
party that elaborate. The institute had planned and taken care of the all
the expenses for the event. Indeed, there was greatness in store for her
just had Mabel said.

Aunty Nurse on her own part was grateful that something great had come out
of her daughter's life. The devil had tried all he could to restrict and
discourage her, but God hadn't turned a deaf ear to her prayers.
Nevertheless, there was one request she still wished could be granted; and
that is nullifying the doctor's conclusion and preserving Emma's life. Her
health crisis had become less frequent through the years, in fact, she
barely fell sick anymore, but the fact still remained that Emma is an SS.
She was a very promising child, that was obvious, and doesn't deserve a
limited life span. 'Lord you have spared her life as a baby, and even till
now, Please don't stop, not just yet', she prayed silently in her heart.

'Hey, graduand!', Mabel tugged at Emma's gown from behind, trying to get
her attention, as she was busy receiving congratulatory remarks and
appreciating everyone that came. 'You have a phone call from India', she
handed the phone to her.

'Yay! Dimeji! It's so good to hear from you!...Of course you missed a
lot...yes...I really wish you were here...'. the conversation continued.

Mabel had studied Banking and Finance, graduated from one of the best
universities in the country, and now works with a reputable bank in Ibadan,
which came up with the 'Native Language Customer Service Initiative', thus
her native accent was not a barrier, while Dimeji had gone abroad to study
Medicine, and would graduate and be back in Nigeria in the next few months.
She was really glad for Emma; even though she is not where she dreamt to
be, she is where God wanted her to be, and in fact she was glad none of
them lagged behind.

'Small Madam!', Musa, the gatekeeper came running up to Emma with one of
the photographers following behind him, 'I never picture you and me
photo o...', he positioned
himself beside her, assuming a snapping posture.

'Come on get back to your post!', Aunty Nurse threw him a disapproving look.

'No mum', Emma smiled, putting her arm around Musa's shoulders', 'Please
let him be. He is right, I'll need a picture of both of us to remind me of
my mallam friend'.

'Walahi, Small Madam, my head I dey there!', Musa bubbled with joy as he
shinned his stained teeth in anticipation for the snapshot.

'Of course, it's obvious my head is still intact Oga Musa', Emma jested as
she smiled too.

The photographer gestured, notifying them he was through, but Musa
protested.

'Kai! Walahi! Oga foto, I no picture me masamasa! I say I snap me photo,
and fluorescent I no show for me!'.

Everyone in the vicinity burst into laughter. Musa had actually thought he
was deceived, as he had expected a flash when the picture was taken.

'Oga Musa', Emma explained, trying to catch her breath, 'This is a digital
camera, and there is no need for a flash, or fluorescent as you said'. She
paused, trying to read him but Musa wore a blank expression. 'Ok then, you
can go back to your kiosk'.

Musa didn't budge, he just stood there, embarrassed and hurt, as
disappointment drew wrinkles on his seered face.

'Alright', Emma motioned to the photographer, taking the snapping position
again, 'Please snap us one more time, and remember to use the
*fluorescent*', she signaled to him with a wink. The photographer got the
message and flashed his analog camera in their faces.
Amusement gleamed in his eyes as Musa strolled back to the gate, obviously
satisfied.

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By 7pm, the ceremony was over and everyone had left. Emma, Mabel and Aunty
Nurse relaxed in the living room, gisting.

'Mom, I'll like to leave with Mabel to Ibadan tomorrow', Emma informed.

Aunty Nurse was perplexed! Emma had told her she would love to set up her
business in Ibadan and live with Mabel, but not that soon.

'If I stayed with you here in Lagos, I won't get serious', she added quickly,
noticing the change in her mother's countenance.

'You didn't tell me you'll be leaving me this soon Enitan', Aunty Nurse
lamented.

Emma bit her lip on hearing Aunty Nurse's protest. She should be over this
by now- she should stop being a mother goose. This woman should start
getting used to not having her around. 'Come on mum, you are married now,
Uncle Dapo is here for you, unless you would like to live with two husbands
in the house', Emma teased, making her laugh.

'Oh, I see', Mabel contributed. 'Well, it's natural for every woman to want
to find her own Dapo too'.

'What?!' May! you are out of your mind, and that's not funny!'' she frowned
as Aunty Nurse continued laughing and Mabel joined her. 'Whoever thinks I'm
going to Ibadan to find any man is making a big mistake! I'm never
going to do that! I'm just twenty-one, and there is time for
everything. Mind you, this
present time is for my career and nothing else'.
This was another problem. Aunty Nurse just hoped the girl wont misplace her
priorities. It seemed she had totally forgotten; that she doesn't have all
the time in the world, that she needs a legacy, and that the said 'time',
for her, is limited. 'Well Enny, just set your priorities right and...'.

'Ok Ok, fine, I've heard you! Happy now?', Emma surrendered, turning to
Mabel, 'May, when is Dimeji returning to the country?', She asked, changing
the subject.

Aunty Nurse shrugged and shook her head. She knew Emma was very clever and
witty, she would not refuse to obey instructions; she would agree with you
and then turn around and do her wish.

-Temi

Life's Mathematics Part 1

you would fail, get demented, oh what a mathematics/

i could call my single digit age days, '5 6 7', dig it? Wage pays/

'In between two odds', like a head over tail, if you toss the dice anyways/

I get paid. slow elevation, steady increasing the height/

like a baby bird going tru d downs of flight/

my daily companion is the frowns of fright/

Taking risks, working out this 'word problem' like some X and Y equations/

my invasions, knows no bounds, this aint some barricade shit, For your in4mation.  

-Chuks Styla Aboki 

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Meditations

If walls could talk, would you be safe? 
Your secrets healthy or are they dark skeletons? 
Your deeds pristine and white as snow 
Or clothed in red, another Macbeth? 

If minds could be read at a glance 
Plain as day, what would we see? 
Wavelengths of thoughts like Beethoven's symphonies 
Or destructive intents to birth another Hiroshima/Nagasaki?

Deep is the heart of man and wild his thoughts
Let Nature tame, let love conquer
And everyman see another as an extension of himself
A friend, a neighbour, a brother
Always in need and helping indeed
Without rancor and unity shall grow
For we can build a new Eden 

-Oluwasina Niran 

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EMMA Chapter Two(cont)

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Mabel and Dimeji watched as cars of different colors and models where
driven in and out of the school premises by parents and guardians to pick
their wards. They had been waiting for Emma who was called back by the
school principal just as they were about to leave school that day. The
summon was expected anyway.

They sat quietly on a bench in the shade of the gatekeeper's kiosk. Bored,
Dimeji was forced to break the silence.

'A penny for your thoughts?'

Mabel sighed and smiled. 'Actually Dee, my thoughts would cost a million
dollars. Well, seeing all these cars of different shapes, sizes, brands and
even age, makes me wish my dad had an aeroplane'.

'Oh come on Mabel', Dimeji laughed. You should be grateful you have a dad
you see everyday. I haven't even seen mine for the past five years because
he is doing the so called breadwinning for the family abroad. We only hear
from him on phone'.

'Hmm, you are right', Mabel agreed. 'And then at least you know you have
one. What would Emma do?'

'Yeah that's another one you know',

Dimeji nodded. 'But she is lucky to
have a very good mother, and she is a strong girl too'.

Mabel inclined her head. 'Exactly! But dear girlfriend doesn't see it that
way. she is easily affected by what people say, thus letting them see her
weakpoints and dwell on them. She should start seeing herself for who she
really is and not in people's words. But I really commend the way she stood
up to face Oyin the way she did yesterday and today. No one has ever had
the boldness to tackle her like Emma does'.

Dimeji straightened and smiled. 'I noticed that was exactly what you did in
the hall at lunch'.

'What?'

'You know, 'the don't let people's opinions get at you' philosophy'. Dimeji
jested.

'Oh, that?!', Mabel grinned sheepishly. 'Well, I wont deny the fact that I
was emotionally wounded and humiliated, but at least I didn't cry'.

'Of course you didn't, and you didn't have to', Dimeji teased and Mabel
smacked him playfully. Just then, a red Toyota Camry swerved in.

'Dee, is that not your mum?' Mabel hinted.

Dimeji peeped to see who is behind the wheel and then, Mabel laughed.

'Just pulling your legs'

'Silly girl!', Dimeji hissed. 'I know my mum can never come to pick me up'.

'How are you so sure?'

'Because I told her not to'

'Why?'

'Come on Mabel, stop being childish. You know well that I enjoy being in
the company of you girls, I'd rather walk for miles with you, and she only
comes to pick me when needs must. And as a matter of fact, I'm not a kid,
even if I was, I wouldn't want to be one of those spoilt rich ones either.
I choose to train myself'.

'Hmm, someone is beginning to sound like Emma Williams, She teased'.

'Well, like-minds', he admitted.
Emma soon arrived with bloodshot eyes. Mabel and Dimeji exchanged glances
and the message travelled; their friend has been fired with the shotgun
again; WORDS, hurting words! just as they had expected.

'What did she say?', Mabel inquired as she handed Emma her schoolbag.

'Story of my life!', Emma lisped as she took her bag from Mabel, trying
hard to fight back the tears that had blurred her eyes, ready for launching.

-Temi

EMMA CHAPTER TWO

Chapter Two

It was break time on Wednesday and students trooped into the dining hall to
have lunch. There were six sections in the hall, thus every class had their
sections- JSS1 to SS3 respectively. Emma and Mabel had chosen a particular
corner in their section where they esconced, with their friend Dimeji, who
was the third party of the trio. They were never found wanting of each
other in school, except of course when they had to be in their various
departments.

Emma is in Arts department, Mabel in Commercial, and Dimeji in Science.
They had actually met on their first day at school, in JSS 1, after Emma's
recovery and return from the hospital. Since there was no one at home, as
Aunty Nurse was away at work, the Principal had taken Emma back to school
to rest in the sick bay. During the afternoon assembly session, she
inquired if anyone lived along Emma's route so as to take her home and
coincidentally, it was Mabel and Dimeji. Both of them lived just two houses
away from each other and had been childhood friends, although Mabel had
lived with her grandmother in Ilesha, Osun State all through her childhood
years and later came home to begin secondary education in Lagos after
grandma died. Emma lived at the far end of their street, thus the incident
matchmade the three jolly friends. Since then, they went to, from and
around school in one another's company.

Lunch was being served and the duo waited with long-suffering for Dimeji.
Mabel's mouth was already watering- it was her favourite meal being served;
fried rice with salad, and she just couldn't wait to have a taste of the
food. Her craving was soon shortlived as Dimeji slid in.

'I'm sorry ladies', he apologized as he took his seat. 'our Chemistry teacher
really fell in love with the lesson'.

'It's okay, apology accepted', both of them chorused.

'Thank God they didn't get married afterall', Emma joked.

'Can we eat now, please?! I'm farmised', Mabel lamented, not even
acknoledging the humour that was just made.

'It is famished, not farmised May', Dimeji corrected.

Mabel felt embarrassed but tried to conceal it. 'Ok, now i know, let's just
eat, I cant wait any longer'.

Emma grinned and shook her head while Dimeji winked at her not to laugh.
They called on the waitress who brought their plates to the table, as the
students were not allowed to get food themselves so as to prevent
rowdiness. Mabel tapped Emma with her elbow, gesturing to her to see Oyin
who sat at the table adjacent to theirs with her caucus. There were four of
them, and the group had already made a topic of Mabel's blunder- farmised.

'They are making jest of me', Mabel murmured, shamefully lowering her gaze
to the plate of rice placed before her.

'Oyin for God's sake!', Emma sneered, 'You will be writing WASCE in a few
months, stop behaving like a baby!'

'Am I?', Oyin snapped back. 'Your friend will be writing the same exam too
in the next few months, why don't you teach her how to speak correct
English?'

Mabel looked at Emma with pleading eyes not to retaliate. All she wanted to
do right then was to fill her grumbling stomach, not to witness another
word battle. Emma got the message and waved off the contention. They
started eating and just then, Mabel called out to the waitress to come over.

'Please give me some coast lord'.

'What did you say?', the waitress asked, unsure of what she heard.

'I requested for coast lord ma', Mabel repeated, unaware of her blunder.

Hysterical laughter erupted from Oyin's table again, and from all who were
in the proximity. Even Dimeji and Emma could not help but giggle.

The waitress too couldn't help but grin. 'Did you mean to say Coleslaw, my
dear?'

'Ye...Yes ma, coas...coast law', she stammered, reality dawning on her. She
had done it again; the phonetic knockout! Another round of laughter burst
out from the entire section.

'Shame on you Mabel!', Oyin snickered, 'You are in SS 3 and you can't
pronounce Coleslaw correctly! Moreover, your learned friends cant help you
polish your tongue...na wa o!'

Mabel shut her eyes in abasement. How she wished she didn't come for lunch
today! How she wished she had eaten her fried rice with contentment and not
requested for coastlord, or Coleslaw- whatever!, She thought, worrying her
lower lip with her upper gapped teeth in regret.

'Oh shut up Oyin!', Emma retorted. 'You speak ill of others, forgetting
you're not perfect yourself! And even at that, you are only good with the
spoken words in English, insults precisely. May can't speak correct English
because of the native accent she adapted to, but atleast she can write
perfectly well, and has never failed any test. Was it not because you
couldn't speak your way out of Chemistry, you were deported from Science to
Art department?!'.

Bombshell!

Being the principal, Oyin's mother had tried to manipulate her way into
keeping Oyin in Science department, she wanted her only daughter to be
science inclined too just like her two elder brothers, but the girl
couldn't just cope. She failed all the tests, Chemistry especially. So then
they had hidden under the guise that there were too many students in
science department, and transfered her to arts class. Emma had seen
everything that happened behind the scene logically and has said it all.

Everyone was amazed! So Oyin also has her own flaws?! Imagine! One would
have thought she was an angel. Good for her, very good!

Dimeji pacified Emma to cut it off, while frustrated Mabel who hadn't even
been paying attention to the them pushed her plate aside- she had lost her
appetite. Just then, the bell was rung to announce the end of recess, and
she heaved a sigh of relief! Her tribulations were over, and she vowed
never to speak in public again!

Oyin had already burst into tears. This was the final funeral rite of her
self-esteem! She knew she had lost her value, her pride- or arrogance
actually, She was done for! All her friends that held her in high esteem,
that saw her as the prestigious erudite Principal's daughter and had
virtually been her stooges would now see her for who she really was! Emma
had taken everything from her! And then she was going to pay for it! She
vowed.

As they were about to exit the dining hall, Emma felt a violent tug on her
sleeve from behind. Turning back to see who it was, she was so lucky Dimeji
was fast enough to withold the hand that would have landed a deafening slap
on her face.

'You will pay for this! you will pay dearly I swear!', Oyin ranted as she
struggled to free herself from Dimeji's grip while Mabel ushered Emma away
from the scene. Fortunately for them, only few of their colleagues
witnessed the scenario, as everyone was in a hurry to reach their classes
before the teachers would come in for the next lesson, otherwise they would
have made interesting news for publication by the school press club the
following day.

-Temi

EMMA CHAPTER THREE (cont)

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'No it can't be! I can't believe this! How could they do this? How could they?'

These lamentations came from the Principal's office, from Emma. Her result had not been released., and she had gone to the Principal's office for the umpteenth time to make enquiries.

'You have to be patient Williams', Mrs Ajayi consoled. 'There must be a reason for it, and I promise to find out soon, I'll continue trying and your result will be released...'.

All those words made no sense to Emma, she had heard them several times, and this time, she almost never heard all the oval-faced woman was saying, she could only see her lips moving.

Feeling weightless in the chair she sat opposite the Principal at her table, all she could see is her world crumbling and her dreams vanishing before her eyes. JAMB is around the corner and most of her class mates had already registered for the exam, even Mabel and Dimeji. She is the only one left.

'....and I'll do that as quickly as I can, before your awarded scholarship lapses'.

Oh! The scholarship! Emma could hear that one. That was the more reason she felt miserable! When she won that scholarship that is supposed to last two years into her tertiary education, she was grateful to God and had hoped it would relieve Aunty Nurse of some expenses and the school levy, at least for those two years. But now, even if the scholarship lapsed and the opportunity was lost, the WASSCE result which is her key into the university is nowhere to be found.

'Thank you ma', she murmured almost inaudibly as she rose to take her leave, mopping her face with her handkerchief, even though the tears were not there. For the past one month, she had cried her eyeballs out, fallen sick and recovered, had sleepless nights, prayed and fasted. What else was left? The tears were not even coming anymore.

She had made it halfway to the door when Mrs Ajayi called. 'Williams'.

'Yes ma'am', she stopped, turning to face her.

'I know how you feel, and I'll make sure you get your result, ok? Meanwhile, you should get your hands on something worthwhile for the meantime'.

Emma inclined her head and quietly walked out. Even though she was sure the woman doesn't truly care about her, at least she has been showing concern, despite the differences between her and her daughter; Oyin. Kudos to her for that.

She recalled the last fight they had in the dining hall. Mrs Ajayi had summoned her after school that day.

'Emmanuella Williams', the woman had started almost immediately Emma walked into her office. 'It came to my hearing that you put up a fight with Oyin in the dining hall today'.

Emma knew well enough not to take a seat, this was obviously no friendly discussion, so she had better remained standing. 'Ma, I didn't...'

'I don't want to hear it Williams. I don't need any explanation from you, because I'm not going to punish you for fighting'.

Emma heaved a sigh of relief and silently thanked her stars.

'But', Mrs Ajayi continued, '`I just want to make some things clear to you'. she cleared her throat as she adjusted in her seat. 'You see, you are only better than my daughter when it comes to academic performance, but status-wise and in all other ramifications, Oyinkansola is no match for you. You see that?', she pointed at a photo-frame hanging on the wall. Emma inclined her head as she looked carefully at the picture and looked back to the Principal. She had seen the picture several times before, but had not really understood the caption. Noticing her curiosity, Mrs Ajayi continued, 'That was Oyin and her brothers in Italy two years ago. I mean to say, she has also toured to different places and met different people, that implies that she has more experience than you do'.

Emma nodded her head understandingly as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other nervously. She was beginning to feel uncomfortable.

'So you should know Williams, that Oyin is far above your cadre. and need I remind you, that her father is the Commissioner of Education of this state? And then I can't remember ever meeting yours'.

Emma's eyes reddened at the mention of her father, but she struggled hard to withhold the tears that were flowing into her eyes, she didn't want to give this woman the satisfaction of seeing her tormented.

So you see, my daughter doesn't lack anything, and you wouldn't want to compete with her, would you?'.

Emma shook her head in response. She need no one to interpret the message the woman was trying to pass across. Her eyes had turned crimson. She knew what Mrs Ajayi was driving at, and it had to stop immediately.

'I'm sorry ma, it wont happen again', she said quickly.

'I am not through yet!', Mrs Ajayi cut in. 'Now, Miss Williams, My advice to you, is to steer clear of my family's issues for the rest of your stay in this school, is that clear?'

'Yes ma'am'.

'And remind your mother she is yet to pay up your fees for last term, while this term is running to an end, or else you wont be allowed to write this WASSCE exam with your colleagues. I wonder why she couldn't have sent you to a more affordable school'.

Those words had pierced into Emma's heart like a double-edged sword, but she promised herself not to cry as she hurried out to join her friends at the gate. As far as she is concerned, her mother had been trying her best to give her qualitative education and training, that is what that loud-mouthed principal would never understand. And Oyin's character can't be questioned after all, it runs in the family. Moreover, the woman was not to blame, she owned the school, and for the fact that they were indebted to her, she had the right to do and undo.

But here she is now, the same woman offering to help her out of her predicament, but how much could she trust her? She had actually helped her once before, but that was on her first day at school, when she fainted and she had carried her to the hospital in her car. That is the only good thing Mrs Ajayi had done for her so far, and as a matter of fact, she only did that because she hadn't discovered what Emma was made of, that her daughter didn't and would never have.

Emma got out of the office and set out for home, pulling the hood of the jacket she was wearing over head. It was definitely going to rain anytime soon, as the sky had turned grey and the wind was beginning to sough.

-Temi

EMMA CHAPTER THREE

Chapter Three

The desperate bangs on the door almost deafened Emma. She had been knitting,- an hobby she developed from her love for creativity, and had locked herself in to avoid any disturbance. Now, who is the kill-joy that is bent on ridding her of her leisure moment, and disengaging the door from its post? She wondered. She had determined to allow the desperate knocker exercise his or her muscles a little more, but then hesitated as the bangs became more amplified and persistent.

Hissing with pent-up frustration, she relunctantly dropped her emboidery and dragged herself out of the sofa.

'Who is it?!', she inquired with a harsh tone.

'Open sesame', Mabel answered from outside.

A smile broke through the rigid frown on Emma's face. Her friend hadn't notified her of her visit, but then she was thankful she came. It had been a boring Saturday for her anyway.

She had barely opened the door when Mabel barged in.

'I made it! I made it Emma!', She exclaimed exitedly as she dumped a brown envelope on her friend's chest and ran into the living room in exhilaration.

Emma shook her head curiously as she shut the door behind her, walking slowly into the living room, opening the envelope. She wondered what it is that is driving her friend so crazy, or has she won a visa? She glanced through the sheet, she found enclosed in the envelope and then...

Oh! Her WASCE result! Jeez! So our result is out?!

It was already two months since they sat for their Secondary School leaving examinations, and they had scheduled for its release in the third month. Emma had eagerly waited for this day, and the result she held in her hands triggered a commending smile on her face, though she hadn't seen it well. She reached for her pair of glasses which lay on the T. V set and put it on to get a better view of the content of the paper in her hands.
Grinning widely, she threw a well-done embrace at Mabel who had already retired into the sofa from her jubilation spree, trying to catch her breath.

Oh sweetheart, Emma cheered, 'I'm so proud of you!'

'Abegi!', Mabel objected, pushing her off, 'I can't wait to see yours, then we'll know who will be more proud. I mean, this is just three distinctions and six credit passes. I can bet my life on it that mine will be no match for yours'.

'Hmmm, the optimist!' Emma jested as she returned her spectacles to its case and placed it back on the T. V. set. 'I'll say, since seeing is believing', she pulled Mabel up from the sofa, 'Let's go and find out. By the way, what of Dimeji?'

'We went to the cafe together to check when we got the news, and he immediately ran home to show his mum after printing out his result'.
'Aha, that's Dee for you; His mum's husband'.

'Well, that's boys for you generally. And I'm happy for him too, he cleared all the subjects'.

'Good of him', Emma nodded in approval. 'If he had performed less, I would put soap in his mouth!'.

'Yeah, as usual', Mabel teased and the duo burst into laughter.

'I would have gone home to inform mum and dad too, but they are out attending a function', Mabel explained.

'So where are your siblings?'

'Gone with them. I stayed back to do some house chores as I won't be chanced tomorrow due to church activities, and weekdays are always occupied'.

'Yeah, with your computer training classes, I understand'.

'Exactly. So where is Aunty Nurse?', Mabel inquired.

'Gone to work'.

'I really can't wait to show it to her'.

'Hmmm, omo Aunty Nurse', Emma teased. She went in to get some things, as Mabel paced impatiently in the living room, going through her result over and over again.

'Hey, secondary school graduate!', Emma called from the room, 'Will you put that down for a while for Rabbi's sake and come and assist me with something here?! I wonder if its going to disappear'.

-Temi

Rap Poetry

 

Chapter 1

This very world's at stake/

when this demigod's awake/

life's an open goal, so I score with every shot I take/

Supreme being, my rendition is ill/

Never lost my temper, just gave it permission to kill/

Attracting force/

bring your troops and I'm smashing hordes/

Built a fortress dismantling The Thing from Fantastic Four/

As I retort/

manic thoughts/ melting atlantic shores/

To drown the world, cardiac arrest when Hitler saw what I had in store/

Outsmart Solomon by stating an adage/

faking an outrage/

ill beat death while draped with a bandage/

Ceberus couldn't stop me making a passage/

Ill just bend d Hands of Time and gain the advantage/

Say he's a savage? U3 meets crowds with cheers/

Perhaps its clear/

I spit d flow these guys revere/

Recline in chair/

its incisive here/

the penmanship makes demons in hell shiver in fear/

Classical tunes/

when I rhyme in the booth/

I'll gas a reporter, he'll choke to death while he's grasping the news/

Born ill and deadly/

wisdom deep and heavy, Tooth Fairy broke his back when he carried the tooth/

Million dollar rhymes, see I got puns for these dummies/

Gold footsteps to give Midas a run for his money/

My shotgun is funny/

bullets make ya years dispel/

U get d point, then die laughing like Alex Mitchell/

 

- Ukeme Ulquiorra Uduak
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EMMA CHAPTER SIX

Chapter Six

In their two-bedroom-flat apartment few weeks later, Emma tossed to and fro on the double-sized bed she and Mabel shared, disturbed. She had been trying to reach Aunty Nurse on phone for the past few weeks without success. Did her phone get lost? Or it got damaged? At least she would have informed her if that was the case. She swore Aunty Nurse could spell out her phone number off-hand, even in dreamland, that is if her phone was actually damaged or lost. So what exactly could have happened? Then, a thought came to her mind- calling Uncle Dapo. She felt reluctant at first, because she never really had a good rapport with the man, no matter how much she tried. Aunty nurse had always seen it as jealousy, but Emma felt there was something more to it that she herself couldn't decipher.

She shut her eyes and forced on a smile; at least psychologists say your mood reflects in your voice when you say hello, so it's better to smile before making or receiving a phone call. The smile gradually disappeared as she phone rang for the umpteenth time and there was no response. Emma flung her phone on the bed desperately. What was she to do now? Perhaps it was hightime she travelled to Lagos, it had been a long time really.

Summoning hope, she picked up her phone again and called Mabel who had had to stay late at work, informing her of the development.

'I think I'll have to travel down to Lagos tomorrow, I don't know what is going on. Are you sure that's a good idea? How about work? Oh, I have totally forgotten that. Ok...Ok, thanks dear. Bye'. She hung up, a bit relieved.

-Temi

Mabel had volunteered to escort her to Lagos tomorrow, and luckily it was weekend, so they would have enough time to sort out whatever it was that was going on. If it is that that Ijebu woman is too stingy to buy herself a new phone, we will help her out, she thought, a smile creeping into her face.
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The situation they met at Aunty Nurse's residence made Emma and Mabel send each other concerned looks as they entered the compound. The gatekeeper had left the gate open and was nowhere to be found. They strolled silently to the house. The door had obviously been locked with a key, but they were confused, as her car was carefully parked in the garage. Emma reached for the spare key in her handbag and curiously opened the door.

On getting in, they beheld Aunty Nurse in a pool of her own blood in the living room, holding a kitcthen knife to her belly! Emma gasped hysterically at the gory sight! At first, she stood rooted to the entrance where she stood, while Mabel ran to her and attempted to pull out the knife, but on second thought, felt it would be best not to, getting an ambulance first and informing the police would be the wisest, next line of action. She took out her mobile phone and began to dial all the emergency numbers she knew, barging in and out of each room in the house to see if anyone was around.

Emma ran to Aunty Nurse and fell to the ground, crying bitterly after she had pinched herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming, as the carefully raised her mother's body to her bosom.
'No mum! Please don't do this to me! Please stay! I still need you! I love you mom, please don't go!'

Aunty Nurse writhed in agony and mumbled, 'Dapo...it was Dapo....'.

Emma shrieked at what she heard. She called out to Mabel who had just succeeded in reaching an Emergency Agency on phone.

'It is Dapo! May, Dapo did this to my mother! Oh my God! I saw this coming! I felt it! Oh God!...', she cried bitterly, holding Aunty Nurse's almost lifeless body tightly.

Mabel was dazed as tears flowed freely down her cheeks. She stood speechless with mouth agape, resting her back against the solidness of the door of the living room, with her hands on her head. This was just too much to take in. They had actually thought Aunty Nurse stabbed herself. So it was her husband? Unbelievable! There had obviously been a struggle, as the living roon was in disarray, but then, the door had been locked when they came in. Definitely, the man had stabbed her and then locked her in. What a wicked fellow! She had been hearing stories of husbands injuring or even killing their wives before, but one would never have expected anything close to that with Aunty Nurse and Uncle Dapo, you would have thought their relationship/marriage was made in heaven!

Just then, Musa, the gatekeeper came in. 'Oga, I no see wetin I send me...'
'Where have you been, you fool?!', Mabel challenged, grabbing him by the collar.

'Ah! Aunty Mabel...I..No o, I swear...'. He had been confused at first when Mabel grabbed him, but then it all dawned on him in a jiffy when he caught sight of the knife-thrusted Aunty Nurse in Emma's arms on the floor. 'Aunty I swear', he got down pleading as Mabel let off her hold on him, 'Na Oga I send me make I go buy recharge, and I no see for street, I con waka far far...', he produced the recharge card from his pocket as evidence, '...I no know say Madam I don die...'

'Will you shut up! So where is your Oga now?', Emma querried angrily, her voice shaky.

'Small Madam, walahi I no sabi where Oga I go, I swear...Oga I dey for house when I send me recharge...'.

It was all clear to Emma now. Dapo had killed her mother, and then sent the gatekeeper on an errand to buy himselfs enough time to escape. What a clever murderer! She knew there was something about that man that didn't augur well with her, she had always felt it. And now, here it was, staring her in the face. How she wished her mother had seen what she saw.

The ambulance soon arrived some minutes later and Aunty Nurse was transported to the nearest hospital, while Mabel and Emma followed suit in their car, bereft of hope.
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Aunty Nurse's unconscious body was bedridden into the emergengy ward, while Emma paced up and down the reception, praying with faint hope. Mabel had gone to see Dimeji, who was coincidentally currently serving as a visiting doctor in the same hospital that was owned by his friend. It was an advantage to ensure that Aunty Nurse was given proper medical attention.

Emma sat, stood and paced simultaneously. She felt restless and weary. At a point, she got on her knees and prayed; 'Lord, I know I've not been fervent enough, but I plead earnestly that You spare my mother's life, please...'

Mabel returned with Dimeji who assured her that her mother would be fine. She was already being attended to and was responding to treatment. Emma was a bit relieved, at least she was sure Dimeji would never lie to her, despite the fact that doctors do it often to encourage their clients. He smiled and gave her a consoling embrace, as he excused himself and went back to work.

'Let's have faith Emma, everything will be fine', Mabel reckoned as she took her seat beside her when Dimeji left.

'Yes, I know May', Emma forced a reserved smile, 'At least I don't expect you to say otherwise'.

'There you go again, Emma, please be positive for once'.

'Ok, Ok, I hear you'. Emma finalized.

'Well', Mabel shrugged, 'Mum sends her regards and comfort. She would have been here, but was in Ogun state attending David's convocation'.

'Wait May, aren't you supposed to be there yourself?'

'So? Is that supposed to be a question?'

Emma was quiet for a while as she thought deeply. Her friend had really sacrificed a lot for her through the years, many things, and now even her brother's graduation. She admitted that she couldn't bear to lose her, just like Aunty Nurse, she just couldn't imagine how terrible life would be without any of them. She was about to say 'thank you for everything' when Dimeji showed up with another doctor following behind him.

'Ladies, meet my friend, Doctor Emmanuel Fasanmi, the owner of this hospital and the doctor who saved Aunty Nurse's life', Dimeji introduced.

'You?!', Emma exclaimed, her heart skipping a bit when her eyes met with those of the young doctor, who had already stretched out his right hand for an handshake.

'Yes, It is me', The doctor smiled and nodded his head in reponse, as Mabel was stunned and Dimeji was totally confused.

'Have you guys met before?', Dimeji inquired, still puzzled.

'Actually, We...I...', Emma stammered.

'Yes we have', the young doctor grinned. 'Nice meeting you again Miss...?'

'Emma, Emmanuella Williams', she answered as she stretched out her hand to receive his offered handshake.

'Really? Nice name, Emma. I am Emmanuel Fasanmi. Seems we have something in common after all', he smiled as he walked away, avoiding the apology and the gratitude that he knew Emma was definitely going to render. 'Talk to you later, I've got some patients to attend to'.

Emma crashed into the chair when he left, regret written all over her face. She really had to apologize and thank that doctor.

'What is going on here?', Dimeji asked curiously.

'It's nothing Dee', Mabel answered, putting an end to his bewilderment. 'We met him few weeks ago in Ibadan, and Emma wasn't very nice'.

'Oh, I see', Dimeji nodded his head in understanding, he already got the message. 'Well, this is a good chance to amend things. And Emmanuel is a very nice person, just like you Emma', he added and smiled as he walked away.

What a small world! Emma mused as she recalled the little drama that ensued that day. She hadn't meant to be harsh, but what would you make of someone who soiled your dress on your special day and found it hard to apologize? What he did that day was wrong, nevertheless, she would apologize when next she saw him, after all he had made up for what by saving her mother's life.
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Tears flowed as Aunty Nurse relayed her ordeal to Emma who sat on a chair beside her bed. She was already getting better but had not yet been discharged, as the doctor said she had serious internal bleeding and needed to rest in order to recover properly, so Emma had stayed back in Lagos, while Mabel had to return to Ibadan due to the nature of her job, and had promised Emma to help her take care of the running of the institute.
Aunty Nurse had discovered that her so called husband- Dapo, already had a wife and three kids overseas. She challenged him, and he had angrily hit her on the face, calling her an empty barrel, and declared that his marriage to her was null and void, and that he was only using her to pass time in Nigeria, he had never loved her. When she had wept profusely and almost cried her eyeballs out, she decided to talk to someone, to ease her of her agitation, but she discovered that Dapo had taken her phone, destroyed the sim card and disposed the handset. As if that was not enough, he locked her in the house for two weeks.

Aunty Nurse had been seeing signs of his preparation to travel and leave her locked up, so she had tried to get out, but unfortunately for her, Dapo caught her unawares and stabbed her in the belly, thank God Emma and Mabel came just in time.

'I knew within me that something was just not right with that man, right from the start! I just pray that murderer is caught soon, he will pay dearly for all he did to you!', Emma vowed, fury written all over her face.

'It's ok Enitan, that is the least of my concerns for now. The police are after him, and I'm sure nemesis will catch up with him soon. God is a just God, he will fight for us'.

'Sure he will', Emma agreed. 'I'm just glad you are alive now', thank God for Emmanuel, that doctor that saved your life'.

'Yes, he really did a great job, I really appreciate his efforts. And I heard he owns this hospital, yet he didn't take a dime for my treatment'.

'He didn't?', Emma asked, surprised.

'No Enitan, he didn't. I guess all Emmas are wonderful, that way', Aunty Nurse smiled. Emma smiled back and there was silence for a while.

'Enitan', Aunty Nurse broke the silence, 'Do you ever wonder why I call you by that name?'.

Emma shook her her head in response.

'Well', she continued, I think it's hightime I told you what you need to know'. She coughed and adjusted in her bed while she narrated her life experience to Emma, the way she grew up and all she went through.

'Oh, don't cry for me Enny', she smiled as she wiped the tears flowing down Emma's cheeks. It's all been settled on the cross. I know my sins are already forgiven. I just feel I should let you know, so you won't make the same mistakes'. She coughed again. 'But there is something I must tell you, and I really hope you are going to forgive me...', this time, the coughing had become more frequent.

'Please mum, you should rest, you can always tell me another day. I'm not anxious, sincerely speaking', Emma said as she helped her raise the pillow behind her and tucked it well for support.

'I know my dear, but it's something you have usually been anxious to know, and I think now is the best time to say...', now, the coughing had become very psrsistent and Emma fearfully tried to get out to call the attention of a nurse, but Aunty nurse took her hand, holding her back.

'I...I'm no...not you...your mother Enitan, I'm sorry...I...', she managed to say as she breathed her last.

'No!', Emma screamed. 'Please don't do this! Please come back! Mum! Please I beg of you! Please don't leave me! You are my mother! I swear you are...'. Emma shook her lifeless body violently as if it would juggle her back to life, as the nurses who had heard the screams hurried in and led her out of the ward.

EMMA CHAPTER FIVE

Chapter Five

'Hello...May, What's up with you? Yeah, I'm in the office. Really? Aren't you coming today? Oh...okay o'. Emma ended the call in disappointment. How could Mabel of all people not remember today? Has it come to that? That she was so busy she forgot? It was so unusual of her friend to do that. And then, her students were yet to resume at that time of the day; quarter past nine, when they were supposed to be at the institute by eight! There was something really odd about today, in fact, very frustrating too. She picked up her table calendar and checked the date again, perhaps she was mistaken. Of course, it is today- 25th August, she wasn't mistaken. Just then, she heard a mild knock on the door.

'Yes, come in', She adjusted in her seat as she tried to put on a bright countenance.

'Happy Birthday!!!', cheered Mabel and Emma's students as they came in with a fantastic birthday cake.

Emma was dumbfounded, and at the same time overjoyed as they all embraced her one after the other. She later found her voice. 'Thank you, thank you everyone, I wasn't expecting this surprise package', She confessed, beaming with joy, 'I really appreciate it'.

'And happy anniversary ma', one of her students added..

'Oh, that! I had totally forgotten', she said with an admitting smile. 'Thank you Aanu'.

It was her birthday, and her fashion institute anniversary- Vogue Emporium. She had established the institute cum fashion house three years ago, but officially commissioned and registered it on her birthday last year, after she bought the big edifice that now housed Vogue Emporium, and had employed experienced instructors. In no time, her fashion institute had grown to be one of the best in the city of Ibadan.

The students left for their training classes, leaving Emma and Mabel in the office. Emma soon recieved a text message alert on her phone and smiled. 'So mum was also part of this coup?!', she shook her head as she read the text aloud; 'hope you have gotten you surprise package? happy birthday my princess. From mum with love'.

'Hmm...I trust Aunty Nurse', Mabel grinned.

'I actually thought you all forgot'.

'Oh, sorry to disappoint you then, no one forgets the birthday of such a charming princess'.

'There she goes again!', Emma rolled her eyes.

Yes of course. and mind you, this is just a tip of the iceberg. I'm taking you out, so get up and let's go'.

'You can't be serious!', exclaimed Emma, her eyes widening with surprise.

'Try me', Mabel said as she pulled her by the arm out of her chair.

'Haba! May wait now', she struggled, 'At least., I wont go bare footed, let me put on my shoes jor!

'Good, put them on and meet me downstairs'.
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The duo were just leaving the restaurant they visited and were about to enter Mabel's car, when an ash color Toyota jeep swerved into the parking lot, splashing muddy water on them.

'What's the meaning of this?!', Emma squeaked in annoyance as she challenged the car owner who pretended to be oblivious of what happened.
Mabel tried to caution her but it was too late, Emma had already walked up to the jeep. The driver's side door swung opened, and out came a tall, dark skinned, young man.

'Do you mean to say you didn't realise what you just did?'

'But it wasn't intentional', the young man shrugged, unconcerned as he got out of the jeep.

'Obviously, the more reason you don't feel the need to apologize!', Emma fumed, holding up the hem of her pink linen dress the culprit had soiled with mud.

'Ok Ok', he raised his hands in surrender, 'I'm sorry, if that is what you want to hear!', he sassed, laying emphasis on the sorry.

'No, it is not what I want to hear, it is what you should say!'

'Come on young lady, why are you so hot-tempered?'

'Really, am I?', Emma interjected, banging her fist on the bonnet. 'You dare say that to me again, and I'll dip this soiled part of my dress into your mouth!'

'What! You wouldn't dare!'

'Try me!', Emma spat, infuriated. 'And that's how you rich guys behave, especially when you have the opportunity to get hold of your fathers' car keys!'

The young man grinned spitefully. 'Like seriously? you talk like you really know me, have we met before?'

Emma hissed and went back to the car after Mabel had pleaded with her endlessly to pardon him. They got in and swerved off as the man stood rooted to the spot with mouth agape. He had never seen such boldness and desperation before. What a lady!

'You should have let it go Emma, why that awkward performance?' Mabel expressed her disapproval, as she changed the gear when they got on the road.

'He had to realize what he did was wrong'

'Emma! When are you going to change?!' Mabel stressed. You should drop this tomboy character, I tell you, you are not getting any younger'.

'The man just ruined my special day!'

'Come on Emma, you are stronger than this'.

Emma didn't respond and just looked outside the window, pretending not to hear what her friend said. She usually hates it when Mabel plays mommy on her, no wonder she was so fond of Aunty Nurse- both of them really have a lot in common. Should she have held her peace and let that arrogant guy get away with it?

Mabel on her part shrugged and continued driving. She just hoped her friend won't regret her being too rigid and uptight.

-Temi