First of all i want to thank zaphnathpaaneah05.wordpress.com for giving me an opportunity to wrap my words around this picture prompt. So the picture prompt below was provided for anyone to weave a 300 word story from, and here goes mine…
Yesterday was my bachelor party, I had all my friends there; Kelvin, Jake, Jeffrey, Chuks, Henry and the
pessimistsadistic George. The party was lively and bustling, my guys had come with their many fling girlfriends, dancing, rocking and real lap-dancing.
George, just as always, kept asking how prepared I was for the marriage, citing instances of men who had fled on their wedding day or called their supposed wives on phone on the eve of the bachelor party, cancelling the wedding because they had cold feet and felt rather unsure about the marriage decision. This really got to me, I have always been fearful about the decision I have taken to marry Kate, she’s a good woman, but whether or not that was enough is what keeps me scared.
So today is the wedding day, Kelvin, as my best man made sure I was well dressed up and ready for the event. Just as I was about to step into the car, I felt a stomach upset rising, must have been out of nervousness. I rushed to the convenience, followed by Kelvin and the other men. After that, I wasn’t still relaxed so I narrated my situation to the guys and Kelvin suggested they lay hands on me so that we can pray and hand over everything to God. By then, we were about 2hours behind schedule; people were already calling to know where I was.
“I’ve been so worried darling” that was Kate, immediately we arrived at the church, looking weak and with a face that showed she had cried. I hugged her warmly.
“We were scared something had gone wrong, so the bridesmaids surrounded me and we held hands in prayers”. “I love you baby” I said to her as I kissed her forehead, feeling sure.
Do you think you can weave a 300 word story off this picture prompt? if yes, please do, and please post a link of your story here, so that i can read what you made of the picture prompt.
Waking up this morning, burdened by thoughts of Nigeria, that place we call home, made an abattoir of hopes and structural humanity. That place we call home, the greedy man’s haven, the wicked man’s meat. I tried to look into Nigeria’s future as I looked through my window, far into oblivion. I realized that the place we call home has turned to the valley in which our dreams perish in the pool of corruption, unemployment, abject poverty, and incessant University strike actions, turning Universities into a factory that produces sub-standard graduates. In one of the universities, it was reported that a graduate once came to collect her certificate, she was required to write “Original copy collected by me” to confirm that she was really the recipient of the certificate, but to the utter amazement of everybody present, she didn’t know how to write “original copy collected by me”-a University graduate.
Nigeria is a country in the West of the African continent, with a population of about 174million which places it at the 7th position in the most populous countries of the world. Having 36 states, and over 500 ethnic groups which include; nupe, igbo, hausa, igala, ijaw, oron,itsekiri, youruba etc. Nigeria is one of the most multi-cultured countries in the world. Religion in Nigeria is divided among the Christians mostly in the south and the Muslims mostly in the north, and a few traditional worshipers.
My position in this article is that of a Nigerian igbo youth, with enough knowledge about Nigeria to inform my decisions when issues of Nigeria arise.
Nigeria, a former colony of the Great Britain, gained independence in 1960. It was christened Nigeria by Flora Shaw who was the fiancé of the then British colonial administrator-Sir Baron Lugard. The Nigerian independence was a fruit of the struggles of some intellectuals in the then colony which included; Obafemi Awolowo, Ahmadu Bello, Abubakar Tafawa Balewa, Benjamin Nnamdi Azikiwe, Herbert Macaulay, Anthony Enahoro, Joseph Tarka, Murtala Mohammed, Alvan Ikoku, and Aminu Kano. Dr. Nnamdi Azikiwe was the first president of Nigeria.
i beheld your fragile figure,
in your fine suiting cot,
kicking and boxing gestures
you made. lending friendship
to a world unbeknownst.
your eyes full of inquisition,
and yet admiration,
at huge wobbling figures.
this tickles your fancy(i think),
lovely tiny smile,
very endearing. more beautiful
than fresh roses.
i held you in my arms,
feeling both luck and pride,
as you gazed still into my face,
deciphering my nature(i think),
new child of an old world,
and wiping tears,
bringing momentary peace,
to a world in chaos.
my prayers go with you young soul,
in the voice of my soul,
and the yearn of my ink,
the world is yours,
to live and make right,
for soon, i shall look upon you,
and thank the celestial beings
that i witnessed your coming.
- The Nigerian case (egbulineblog.wordpress.com)