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Moving Stories are all works of fiction. Names, characters, place and events are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events and places is totally coincidental Click on the link titled Moving to listen to one of my tracks! I have decided to import a widget from my soundcloud account and place it on this blog page. While I'm still at the stage where my stories can only be typed, some have moved on to video blogging. Not a bad idea, if you have a crew working with you. I don't, but I enjoy the story telling so I will keep telling them. These stories are ideal for people commuting as they can have a quick read while on the trains or buses during rush hour. I have taken a lot of detail out of these stories in order to shorten them, however fuller versions can be made available whenever I feel the time is right to release. An example is the fight sequence at the arena in flaming flamingoes 5. A full description of wha...

Stories are all works of fiction. Names, characters, place and events are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events and places is totally coincidental Six weeks after being introduced to the young footballer, Etemeke and with the plaster finally off my arm, the pain and suffering I had endured seemed to be fading from my memory, I started to play informal soccer sets in my local area. I also had a few kickabout moments with Etemeke and some of his friends. There was certainly something off kilter with my game but I put it down to lack of practice and maybe a little loss of form, no big deal. One cool evening as I was walking along the marina, a voice called out my name. I looked back and it was Jakande, we all called him Jackie. Always a loyal  fan of my footballing skills from the time I was in school, "did you know they are starting a junior version of the competition you currently play in with the big boys?...

Stories are all works of fiction. Names, characters, place and events are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events and places is totally coincidental Flaming Flamingoes 5 will be published within the next couple of days. Sorry for the delay but I have been unfairly kept busy trying to keep hackers at bay from my sites and my e-mail account. I am happy to report that whoever has been attempting to break into my accounts have so far been unsuccessful and long may it remain so.  Two days ago, someone in Brazil made an attempt at one of my e-mail accounts, thankfully as far as I know, apart from attachments fraudulently sent on my behalf, nothing is amiss. If anyone receives any e-mail with attachments in the next one week, DO NOT OPEN! I am refraining from sending any documents with attachments for at least a week, so be warned. The concluding parts of The Flaming Flamingoes will hit these pages shortly. Until then p...

Stories are all works of fiction. Names, characters, place and events are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events and places is totally coincidental I  managed to catch the doctor just before he left the hospital for lunch, how I got this lucky is a tale for another day. Obtained my prescription in seconds, but to get the actual medication was taking so much time, it was unbelievable. My arm throbbing with pain and the roasting temperatures was beginning to affect my temperament. Taking stock of my depressing situation was putting me in a foul mood and the long wait for medication wasn't helping at all. The two army guys seemed to have disappeared to their war and I felt all alone and quite vulnerable. My anger was quietly now being focused on this long wait for the medication that would at least help with the pain I was in, a lot of the faces milling around this pharmacy had been waiting even longer than myself. W...

Stories are all works of fiction. Names, characters, place and events are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events and places is totally coincidental I couldn't sleep, so I got out of bed at 3.30am to try to watch the planet Venus traverse across our nearest star, the Sun. Of course at that time of morning, the sun is not visible and by the time it is morning in London, we in europe could only catch the last part of that journey live.  It is a phenomena witnessed by the people of our world twice every one hundred years. The last time was June 2004 (which made it the first in one hundred years that Venus will be positioned between the earth and the Sun), now eight years later, the planet crossed over the surface of the sun. This will not happen again until the year 2117. Unfortunately, the sun was not visible from my place and I had to depend on the NASA website and the European Space Agency sites to look at the li...

Stories are all works of fiction. Names, characters, place and events are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events and places is totally coincidental My thoughts today are with the families of those who have died or are injured in the Dana air crash and disaster, where it seems a plane just dropped out of the sky over Lagos. Condolences also goes to the citizens of Lagos, The Nigerian government and all the people who live, work and survive in the country.  I pray that the future of Nigeria as a nation will be a rosy one and that God almighty will enable it's leaders and citizens to harness the vast natural and human resources it is blessed with, to transform this nation positively so we may witness the beginnings of true progress in Nigeria and the rest of Africa. For those who lost their lives, I am truly sorry, R.I.P. I will start posting again..... In a couple of days.  Coming up... Flaming Flamingoes ...

Warning!! If you are squeamish or easily scared, I would advise you skip part 3 of this story and wait for part 4 to be published.  Don't go past this point! okay? All right, where was I? Ah yes, my left arm swollen like a melon, that is, if you look from one angle and a pumpkin if you check it from a different angle, me crying like an son of a @%&/gun surrounded by first aiders and curious spectators. The whole of my left arm was supported by two others and myself, as we gingerly made for the rickety taxi magically summoned from somewhere. I was still sobbing as we headed toward the nearest hospital which was in a town about twenty five miles away. The country air that blew across my face as the taxi raced down the rural road,  had a bit of a calming effect, if I didn't look at my left arm or think about my situation, it kind of made the trip to the hospital more bearable until we rolled toward the gates of the general hospital, that is when the pain reall...