Introducing: 9N Writers Block Series, Win Free Movie Tickets

Hello Guys, Starting this week, the team at 9jaNinja.com is launching an interactive initiative to reach out to you our readers. The first project on the interactive initiative is the  "Writer's Block Series". This will give you our readers an opportunity to be heard and reach a daily audience of at least 200,000 people via 9jaNinja the fastest growing Entertainment and Lifestyle website in Nigeria. Every week you our readers would be given the opportunity to mail in your articles, short stories, listicle, poems and pop culture bants. We would pick one article every week and at the end of the month the writers of the weekly articles will be rewarded with special gifts which could range from a movie ticket to cash and also an opportunity to become a permanent guest blogger on this platform with a monthly allowance. 

How to Enter:

1. Write an Article, Short Story( 800 words Maximum), Listicle, Report, Poem, Inspirational Write Up, Music Review or Pop Culture Bant

2. Attach a picture and a short but intelligently witty bio (less than 200 characters) of  yourself, your phone number and Twitter/Facebook handles

3. Mail your article to adetoyesesokunbi@gmail.com/9janinja9@gmail.com and await a reply. 

Thanks for being loyal readers. Seasons Greetings 

Signed - The 9jaNinja Team, Green Media Corp.

9N Writers Block Series: (A Short Story) Awry Perceptions by Seun Salami (@YMBosslady)

This is another episode of the 9ja Ninja: Writer's Block Series. Today we will be reading an awesome piece by Seun Salami an Accounting Student of Babcock University, Ogun State, Nigeria. Enjoy.

Awry Perceptions

You never know how you're going to die. Nothing really prepares you. Nothing prepares you for the enigma that is death. No religion or history books, no field of philosophy, no collection of beliefs. Nothing. But yet i lay here, blood seeping out of my body in a consistent red flow and all i felt was numbness. Numbness alongside conscious thinking. It felt like my thoughts were bleeding too. Every memory formed from my childhood up till this point beaming into my mind in nano short flashes. Darkness coiled around me and I was certain I was going to die. I closed my eyes.

Blackness. 

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"Are you fucking him?" He yelled at me again. The deep toned voice sending a thunderous echo through the empty house. "Answer me goddammit!" He said now moving towards my cowering frame as I was slowly backing out of the kitchen. "Baby, we're just colleagues at work, there's nothing between us"  I replied. "Just colleagues, he called to ask if your husband was at home, is that what you do behind my back? Is it?" His eyes widened like he wanted to drill a hole through me. "No baby it was an innocent flirt I'm sure, just calm down while I explain. The doctor said you should always be calm" I said in between sobs. "Again with that damn doctor, so I'm insane now, I'm a mad man?" Raising his voice higher than before. "No baby but the doctor..." He lunged at me as I tried to run out of the kitchen. I never made it there. In a blur of movement, a jackhammer seemed to strike me in the chest, knocking me back. My arms shot out instinctively, and I felt an electric shock in my left forearm. The bottle of red wine i was holding dropped from my frail hands splattering shards of glass across the room 

Discontinuity.

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My next perception was sharp paralysing pain in my chest, as a great weight pressed my ribs. My chin was being forced up and back and a large piece of the broken red wine bottle pressed against the back of my neck as blows rained on my head. A woman’s laughter coming from the TV. A liquid chugging sound to my right: Blorp blorp blorp. But the center of my universe was the demon face above me, its features twisted into a hateful mask. His knee pressed harder, so hard I thought my ribs would crack. The broken bottle slowly pierced into the back of my neck as I vainly tried to breathe past the agony. "No, baby, no" My mouth formed the words, with no air to give them voice as the glass on the floor cut through my neck.

He looked into my eyes for a split of a second, Then all of a sudden his eyes widened and he was off me, he looked at his bloody hands and jerked off like he had been pushed off me and ran out of the kitchen. I lay there losing too much blood but too weak to stand up. My head throbbed and the shards of glass scattered all over the floor had left cuts everywhere on my skin. This is madness, I should be running, but why wasn't I? 

The footsteps approached and before i could move, he came for me again,  "Don't touch me" i managed to shout, "don't you fucking touch me" I repeated. But he still came "I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry, let me help you, ìfę mi, I won't hurt you again" the voice a sharp contrast from the monster i was sure a few minutes ago would take my life. He reached for me this pulling my ragged body close. "i know i lose control sometimes, i'm sorry. but its because i love you" I could feel his body heat and hear the faint beating of his heart as he sobbed uncontrollably like a child. He carried my weightless body. My blood dripping all over the white kitchen tiles. He bust into full tears as he carried me, I looked into his eyes and stifled a smile. 

As he carried me to the car he kept on repeating "i won't hurt you anymore" i know he said that last time. This might be last or maybe second to the last, I can't really tell, but i'm not leaving this man. Judge me all you want. Call me stupid, for remaining in this relationship, but we are told to face our demons, well... Its a shame i am in love with mine. 

By Seun Salami (@YMBosslady)

Textbook awesome. Notebook classy. Scrapbook fun. Feminist. Actress. Connoisseur. Boss Lady.

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9N Writers Block Series: (Poem) A Day To God by Akin Adegoke (@Mcbizzy)

This is the first post from the 9ja Ninja: Writer's Block Series. Today we will be reading a brilliant piece by Akin Adegoke a Psychology Student of the St Cloud State University, Minnesota, U.S.A. Enjoy.

Poem: A Day To God

The pen is mightier than the sword, as I face my worldly challenge
In the scale of justice and my heart remains balanced and neutral
My respect for all men is mutual
As my thoughts surpass a level to which you devils compute to
You've been given the chance to hear the true and living
So do the knowledge, before wisdom
So you can understand, how the thunder and-
Lightning above your head is caused by the Son of Man
We experimentin' with high explosions
That cause the place to quake and the surface erosions
The earth produce lava like the mouth produce saliva
This wisdom goes deeper than your scuba diver
In search for the pearl jewels sold to deliver me
My verbal heart symphony will strike the epiphany
Insight, ignite, and then men might, see love and hell
Hell and right, then excel, to be masters of your circumference
First, by obtainin' mastery of your common sense
This supreme wisdom clears a man's vision
You can see it through the lies and the fanatism
Of the equivocal, two-faced political individual
Who's only out for residual, fabricatin' lies
To eradicate the wise
But we come to civilize and gravitate to the skies
Of the heavenly celestial sphere
Trust me, son, it's dear, in between your ears

A day to God is a thousand years.
Men walk around with a thousand fears.
The true joy of love brings a thousand tears.
In the world of desire, there's a thousand snares.

By Akin Adegoke (@McBizzy)

If actually Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everyone, then i am already greater than most. Introspective Writer. Black on Both Sides. African to the bone. 

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