Have you ever wondered what happens after someone buys a food item, just before they consume it? I do. In fact, I thought about this, and some of my thoughts formed the basis for this e-book.
I know you’re probably wondering if I will ever post anything else other than “free e-book short stories on Smashwords” on this blog. I most definitely will post other things. Writing is work, but it is the kind of work I enjoy. Read More
Whoa! Can you believe we are in the last three months of the year? This year has been zooming fast sha. Chai!
Thank you to everyone who has supported me so far with comments on this blog and offline. I truly appreciate it! If you enjoyed reading The Piano Book, could you kindly review it and/or rate it on Smashwords? Thanks in advance. It will only be a few minutes and does not have to be detailed. One sentence is enough 🙂
I don’t know about you, but one of my memories of primary school was learning my times table. I won’t disclose how many strokes of the cane I ‘chopped’ (as if I remember), but I assure you I can recite my times table. Up to 12 x 12 sha. After that, we will need either a calculator or at least pencil and paper. Maybe several erasers sef. But, before learning your times table, you have to learn how to count from 1 – 10, at least, right? I am, of course, assuming you were not asleep in class the day the teacher taught this lesson. I am also assuming you were not busy using rubber bands to fire rolled up bits of paper at fellow classmates. Lord knows, I was a victim of this despicable act many times. I can’t remember returning the favor though. How convenient, right?
So, where am I going with this?
Well, The Piano Book was E-Book Number 1. After 1 comes … 2! If you said 3, please step forward and come and collect three hot strokes of the cane. Don’t even start with the ‘I thought they were prime numbers’ bit. I am not buying it!
Synopsis: A young Nigerian woman prepares for her white wedding to her boyfriend of 3 years. Their relationship has outlived unusual trials. However, what happens on the day of the wedding will determine the future of this couple.
Here is a short sample for your reading pleasure:
Sample of Nosa’s Wedding
The hair dresser slid the last silver pin into Nosa’s hair. Then she began to adjust the curls and stray strands of hair on the head of the bride. Nosa yawned. How much longer was this going to take? Bisi, the hair dresser, had been prepping Nosa’s hair for more than two hours now. Nosa had been looking anxiously at the clock the whole time, wondering over and over again, just how long it would be before she would be done. For until Bisi was done, Nosa could not see the finished work. Such was their agreement when Nosa had selected Bisi to be the official hairstylist for the D-day. Nosa tapped her feet impatiently. Read More
I know it has been a while since I last updated, but it was all for a good cause. I just published my first e-book: a short story called “The Piano Book.” The best part is that it is FREE, and it is available on Smashwords.
Since it is an e-book, you can also download it and read it on your Amazon Kindle, Barnes and Noble Nook, iPad, iPhone, Blackberry, and all those other neat gadgets that make the world go round 🙂 Read More
The following Monday before classes began, just about everyone in Temi’s class had heard about her Friday night ordeal. As she had expected, the girls did not believe Temi when she recounted her experience with Madam. One of her classmates had even resorted to calling her “Temi Koin-Koin,” which only served to aggravate her further. Mrs. Onita, the English teacher did not appreciate the new nickname either. She heard it as soon as she entered the class. She made the liberal nick-namer, Tina, who also doubled as the chief noise-maker, kneel down in front of the whole class, as punishment. Mrs. Onita clearly did not have any sense of humor. Read More
Temi knew that tune. She was sure the whole school knew it too. It was the school song. The person – for Temi had decided only human beings could whistle – repeated the chorus three times. After the third time, the whistling stopped abruptly. Everything was silent again.
Temi must have been standing near the open door for at least ten minutes. She did not know whether to go back to her bed out of fear of whoever was outside or peep to get a good look. In the end, she picked the latter. She could not remain on the same spot and produce a stream of urine, standing up. “The Uprightly Incontinent One” would be her new nickname, at least for those who could actually pronounce the word ‘incontinent.’ Read More
Temi woke up and looked into pitch darkness. Save for the snores of the other girls in her dormitory room, there was no other sound. Well, except for what she assumed to be crickets chirping. But it was not the crickets that had woken her up.
“I shouldn’t have drunk so much water before going to bed. Who’s going to follow me to the bathroom at this hour?” Read More
I love humor
I write fiction
Call me Sharon Read More