DABI

              LOVE TILL DEATH H e swore he'd love her till death. They got married and afterwards sought to have a child. First year, second year, third year, no child was forthcoming. His mother was on his tail to get another wife and bear her grandchildren, but he remained faithful to his bride and didn't yield. Fourth year, Fifth year, Sixth year still no child. They had been to several hospitals and done several checkups, still the doctors had assured them they were OK. Some even advised them to be more prayerful. And so they moved from one prayer house to the other, praying and hoping for a miracle. At this point, his mother had washed her hands off of him. "What's a first son without an heir" she had said. Still he stood by his wife assuring her that he would love her till the death. The seventh year passed and then the eight, ninth, tenth and then in the eleventh year of their marriage, she ...

Wedding Shinanigans If there was anything other than my wedding day I looked forward to, it was my wedding night. I had dreamt of that night a trillion times, I couldn't wait to live it. Dreaming of it was the most I could do as Deji and I had decided to wait till our wedding night to consummate our marriage. We were both virgins, so the thought of losing it on my wedding night was exhilarating to me. I was very happy that I was going to be his first and most certainly his last. During our courtship, apart from our counselling sessions, we hardly broached on the topic of sex. I believed Deji was afraid of erupting any sexual feelings whatsoever so I didn't bother bringing it up either. The fact that we were both chaste was good enough for me and our parents were proud of us! The day had finally come and I was more than glad. It was my wedding day. The stress of planning it had taken its toll on me that I couldn't wait for it to be over. As the pastor read us...

Street Fighter W e were on our way to the conference when our bus collided with a power bike, we barely hit a pavement. The driver came down to settle issues with the man on the bike, issues turned to quarrel and then drama ensued. Not too long, some police men, two to be precise came out from no where to settle the issue. Some of us had to come out of the bus as we were tired of sitting and waiting. Standing outside the bus and thinking of what next to do, I heard voices raised.. I looked in the direction of the chaos and that was when I saw him. He was raging in anger and shouting at the police officer, ready to fight and spill blood if necessary. He was held back by another guy, his friend I suppose. There I was wondering who had the audacity to rake at a police officer holding a gun! I don't think I had met him before, he looked like a nerd with glasses on but his actions seemed far from nerdy. He almost seemed like he had no fear whatsoever, not even that of a mi...