Posts
Friday, 20 March 2015
Thursday, 19 March 2015
Monday, 16 March 2015
Extract 3
Therefore, when at the end of the race my foot
touched the earth, it was a thunderous cheer that
greeted me from the spectators. All the students from
my schoolhouse came to congratulate me and share
the moment with me and the house in particular.
Students from my schoolhouse shook hands with me
and when it was Amina’s turn, she gave me a firm kiss
on the cheek.
‘You are great Bala,” she intoned. ‘’I knew you
would make it and give the house a good
representation for I have always watched you during
practice with keen interest, she added as she offered
me some glucose drink to take as it was glaring to
everybody that I was exhausted.
Since then, Amina and I became an appetizing
two-of-a-kind in the school. We did things in common
and those who did not know us well believed us to be
twins. Every one in the school acknowledged Amina’s
beauty, her gaiety, poise, and chocolate complexion as
a rare combination. When she spoke the English
language, one needed no telling that she had a foreign
orientation. She had finished her elementary school in
England. The blue blood that runs in her veins had
made her burglar-proof from many prying eyes in the
school.
The only unhappy and apprehensive moment for
me in the school was when her father withdrew her to
continue her education in the United States of America.
I soon got over it since I was preparing for
my final examination and would in a few months say
good-bye to secondary school life.
I have often wondered what would have become
of us if her father had allowed her to remain in Nigeria.
Perhaps we would have become something more to
each other or perhaps we would have broken up.
Secondary school love was not something as binding
as the kind of relationship that had developed with
Linda across the years. Linda was everything I would
have wanted in a woman. I was perfectly satisfied with
what I had in Linda.
Eventually, I left the room and bid my lovely Linda
goodbye. When I boarded the taxi-cab, she stood still
and would not move until the cab was out of her sight.
I reached Rigabiu at about seven in the evening.
What time it was did not matter to me since I knew
there was nothing to occupy me but to be in bed for the
rest of the night. As I was about leaving the motor park,
I ran into Bello.
Bello was the field engineer in the company
where I served and I was directly responsible to him.
Bello had gained a good reputation from the
management owing to his diligence, faithfulness and
hardwork. Moreover, there was never a time he had
betrayed the confidence reposed on him. He had just
completed his sixth year in the company at the time I
was posted there. I was posted to the company for my
one-year national service from the National Youth
Service Corps (NYSC) secretariat in Kano.
Extract from 3 A Woman in Need
Therefore, when at the end of the race my foot
touched the earth, it was a thunderous cheer that
greeted me from the spectators. All the students from
my schoolhouse came to congratulate me and share
the moment with me and the house in particular.
Students from my schoolhouse shook hands with me
and when it was Amina’s turn, she gave me a firm kiss
on the cheek.
‘You are great Bala,” she intoned. ‘’I knew you
would make it and give the house a good
representation for I have always watched you during
practice with keen interest, she added as she offered
me some glucose drink to take as it was glaring to
everybody that I was exhausted.
Since then, Amina and I became an appetizing
two-of-a-kind in the school. We did things in common
and those who did not know us well believed us to be
twins. Every one in the school acknowledged Amina’s
beauty, her gaiety, poise, and chocolate complexion as
a rare combination. When she spoke the English
language, one needed no telling that she had a foreign
orientation. She had finished her elementary school in
England. The blue blood that runs in her veins had
made her burglar-proof from many prying eyes in the
school.
The only unhappy and apprehensive moment for
me in the school was when her father withdrew her to
continue her education in the United States of America.
I soon got over it since I was preparing for
my final examination and would in a few months say
good-bye to secondary school life.
I have often wondered what would have become
of us if her father had allowed her to remain in Nigeria.
Perhaps we would have become something more to
each other or perhaps we would have broken up.
Secondary school love was not something as binding
as the kind of relationship that had developed with
Linda across the years. Linda was everything I would
have wanted in a woman. I was perfectly satisfied with
what I had in Linda.
Eventually, I left the room and bid my lovely Linda
goodbye. When I boarded the taxi-cab, she stood still
and would not move until the cab was out of her sight.
I reached Rigabiu at about seven in the evening.
What time it was did not matter to me since I knew
there was nothing to occupy me but to be in bed for the
rest of the night. As I was about leaving the motor park,
I ran into Bello.
Bello was the field engineer in the company
where I served and I was directly responsible to him.
Bello had gained a good reputation from the
management owing to his diligence, faithfulness and
hardwork. Moreover, there was never a time he had
betrayed the confidence reposed on him. He had just
completed his sixth year in the company at the time I
was posted there. I was posted to the company for my
one-year national service from the National Youth
Service Corps (NYSC) secretariat in Kano.
Extract from 3 A Woman in Need
Friday, 6 March 2015
Extract 2 From A Woman in Need by Lateef Adeola Sanusi
would hug and cling to me, and kiss me several times. I
would feel her heartbeats like the hammer of a
blacksmith doing justice to stubborn steel.
that construction firm for your primary assignment.
was no sacrifice that was too much for one’s nation. I
would grope for words to explain that this would only be
for one year, after which we would be able to stay
together as before till death did us part.
bag , she started playing with my beards and planted a
kiss on my right cheek. Whenever she did this to me, I
always felt on top of the Himalayas.
the type of woman every man would like to introduce as
his wife. I admired her long legs, good set of teeth that
glittered like diamonds. Her silky hair reminded me of
Amina who was my secondary school mate.
love . Those were my secondary school days when
every one admired my spirit of sportsmanship. She was
the daughter of one of the most efficacious political cum
intellectual elites in the country who was then a
commissioner and who had many a time represented
international deliberations. He was unreserved in his
faithfulness and service to the nation, and would never
condone any act that violated the entrusted
commitment to the society from any of his comrades or
political associates. And it is an effulgent aristocratic
brilliance indeed!
yearly event in our school. I represented my
schoolhouse in four events: relay race, hundred-meter
dash , high-jump and slow- cycle race. I came second in
the first three events but came first in the cycle race. It
was only when I finished the cycle race that I realized
that Amina and I have been silent lovers.
events that I had participated in. It lasted for thirty
minutes and the fellow who came second lost his
balance a few minutes before the race ended.
and a good bicycle. Each participant was confined to a
track about two feet wide. The winner could be the last
participant to reach the tape if he is the only one that
never went beyond the two-foot wide sidelines of the
track and never touched the earth with either of his feet
until the end of the race. Going by the rules, the
contestant who kept all the rules, even if he arrived the
tape last, would be declared winner. I actually beat my
former record which stood at twenty two minutes, forty
seconds .
Each time I was leaving for my station, Linda
‘Darling, how I wish you were never posted to
Without you, life is too boring in Kano,’ she murmured.
After reassuring her, I would tell her that there
Watching me as I packed a few things into my
Linda was gorgeous and very beautiful. She was
Amina was the first girl with whom I had fallen in
Nigeria and led Nigerian delegations to
It was during the inter-house sports, which was a
The slow cycle race was the toughest of all the
Excellence in the sport required concentration, energy,
Tuesday, 3 March 2015
Extract From A Woman in Need by Lateef Adeola Sanusi
PART ONE
CHAP TER ONE
Getting up from siesta, I felt like I had been on my
back for two weeks. Indeed, it was owing to the
Saturday all-night party I attended. I had dined and
wined like I had never done before. I went into the
bathroom, had a nice shower, and prepared myself for
the journey back to Rigabiu - a small town of about two
hundred kilometres from Kano, the centre of industrial
and commercial activities in the northern part of Nigeria.
Whenever I came back from Rigabiu to my lovely
Linda to spend the weekend with her, I hated going
back to that locality. It had none of the city's pulchritude
and western or modern frolicsomeness that I had been
used to while I was a secondary school student in
Lagos, and for all my close to seven years sojourn in
Britain.
Moreover, to leave Linda for five days in a week
was to me, like eternity. Rigabiu is the headquarters of
a local government. Our company was carrying on a
construction project in this area, – the construction of a
road that would link Hadejia to Kano, bypassing
Rigabiu. Consequently, after the day’s job, we always
pass the night at Rigabiu. We still had about three
more weeks before we moved to another location
where we could pass the nights if things went on as
planned.
I was about to call Linda to give me some food
when as if she knew what I have been contemplating,
she appeared and said,
‘’Bala, I think you will like to have something?’’
Truly, I needed food more than anything else. I was just
recovering from the adverse effect of drinks. I had taken
too much drink. Therefore, I needed a nice meal before
my peregrination to Rigabiu that was now a weekly
ritual. This was my routine and was bound to remain
that way for the rest of my one-year national service.
After I had eaten, I dressed up and was about to
leave. In fact, Linda and I had all along been staying
together for about three years and it was only in recent
months that circumstance had compelled us to stay with
each other for only two days in a week. And two months
gone, it remained only ten months which were not much
although to me, it seemed like perpetuity before I would
be done with my service year so we could live together
once more and to part no more with my lovely Linda.
We had planned to have our wedding not long
after I might have finished my national service. We were
unmarried and we were great lovers. Between us, we
had a baby girl from the relationship. She was two
years old
PART ONE
CHAP TER ONE
Getting up from siesta, I felt like I had been on my
back for two weeks. Indeed, it was owing to the
Saturday all-night party I attended. I had dined and
wined like I had never done before. I went into the
bathroom, had a nice shower, and prepared myself for
the journey back to Rigabiu - a small town of about two
hundred kilometres from Kano, the centre of industrial
and commercial activities in the northern part of Nigeria.
Whenever I came back from Rigabiu to my lovely
Linda to spend the weekend with her, I hated going
back to that locality. It had none of the city's pulchritude
and western or modern frolicsomeness that I had been
used to while I was a secondary school student in
Lagos, and for all my close to seven years sojourn in
Britain.
Moreover, to leave Linda for five days in a week
was to me, like eternity. Rigabiu is the headquarters of
a local government. Our company was carrying on a
construction project in this area, – the construction of a
road that would link Hadejia to Kano, bypassing
Rigabiu. Consequently, after the day’s job, we always
pass the night at Rigabiu. We still had about three
more weeks before we moved to another location
where we could pass the nights if things went on as
planned.
I was about to call Linda to give me some food
when as if she knew what I have been contemplating,
she appeared and said,
‘’Bala, I think you will like to have something?’’
Truly, I needed food more than anything else. I was just
recovering from the adverse effect of drinks. I had taken
too much drink. Therefore, I needed a nice meal before
my peregrination to Rigabiu that was now a weekly
ritual. This was my routine and was bound to remain
that way for the rest of my one-year national service.
After I had eaten, I dressed up and was about to
leave. In fact, Linda and I had all along been staying
together for about three years and it was only in recent
months that circumstance had compelled us to stay with
each other for only two days in a week. And two months
gone, it remained only ten months which were not much
although to me, it seemed like perpetuity before I would
be done with my service year so we could live together
once more and to part no more with my lovely Linda.
We had planned to have our wedding not long
after I might have finished my national service. We were
unmarried and we were great lovers. Between us, we
had a baby girl from the relationship. She was two
years old
Wednesday, 28 January 2015
Morgan: Available for Download and in Paperback at:Amazo...
A Woman in Need
by Lateef Adeola Sanusi Now Receiving Wide And Positive Reviews. Available for Download and in Paperback at :
Amazon.com; Amazon.com.kindle; Amazon.com.uk; Amazon.com.au; Amazon.com.ca
Amazon.com.in; Amazon.com.de; Amazon.fr; Amzon.co.jp; Amazon.com.br
email : sanusilateef@ymail.com
Front Cover Back
Comments
by Lateef Adeola Sanusi Now Receiving Wide And Positive Reviews. Available for Download and in Paperback at :
Amazon.com; Amazon.com.kindle; Amazon.com.uk; Amazon.com.au; Amazon.com.ca
Amazon.com.in; Amazon.com.de; Amazon.fr; Amzon.co.jp; Amazon.com.br
email : sanusilateef@ymail.com
Comments
A
Woman in Need is written by an author with intelligent and an independent mind
who manipulates the English Language with such dexterity that one starts to
wonder if he had his training in a British School.
There
are lots of moral lessons to be learnt in the novel as the author has cleverly
discussed young women caught in the trap of polygamy just because of filthy
lucre. But Ngozi became an exceptional, kind, hardworking and a moral example
to all, even as she is a lesson in sophistication. The book is therefore very
suitable for all students of literature.
Alhaji Y. A. Kareem
Principal, Senior Secondary School
Moslem Comprehensive High School, Ijebu-
Ode,
Nigeria.
February, 2010.
As
a youth developer and a dynamic moral teacher, I feel thrilled reading this
book. I recommend that our Ladies read and realize that all actions and
behaviours have contributing effect on adulthood and nature has a way of
dealing with situations.
Dr.Ayokunlemi Oshin- Idowu.
Executive Director
Beauty for Ashes Organization
Ilese-Ijebu. Ogun State.
Nigeria.
A Woman in Need is a masterpiece of simplicity. Reading through, one
perceives it as either an Autobiography or a Biography, yet the novel is
neither. The simple fact of the matter is that this literary piece is true
to life. Every event therein is relevant to the contemporary life of a
typical human being, a Nigerian to be precise.
Whoever cares to read this book
will not regret the action, rather the reader will add to whatever knowledge he
already has, as the novel is full of life experiences. It is in the book that
the loved
suddenly becomes the hater and the hated. Loyalty suddenly
becomes betrayal and hope is suddenly dashed. The man is confused and is at the
crossroads. He loses ALL he has. He is jilted and dumped by his lover, lost his
only child and no job in sight!
The novel takes a reader through
journey by various means of transportation; air,
rail, and road. It takes a reader to the various tribes, religions and culture
of Nigeria. Through the book also, the reader feels the pains of the poor,
deprived, oppressed and humiliated. The reader also feels the gains of the
rich, opportunist, affluent, wanted and influential.
The cross becomes a burden too
heavy to bear before fortune provides him with the key…he meets a
woman in need.
All these, Lateef Adeola Sanusi tries to blend
in this very great work of art. Though this book is a
novel,
(prose) it has elements of drama and poetry which makes it
total literature.
This novel is recommended for everybody that has life
and is living it. For the old, especially the Elites, it replays your youthful
days as it brings good memories of the past.
For the middle aged; the experience of the novel can
re-direct your life. For the young, you definitely need to read this novel, as
reading it may equip you with the experiences you need to cope with the
“maddening society”. For the Youth Corp Members, (NYSC) this novel is specially
recommended for you. Bala, the hero of the novel is your contemporary, hence
you stand to gain a lot from his experience.
The novel is suitable and therefore recommended- For
both sexes as both sexes will apportion blames to Bala or Linda.
There is no gain saying that the author has
painstakingly composed and written a good literary piece. For this I sincerely congratulate him for a thorough job.
To the readers, the taste of the pudding is in the
eating. Please read on!
Alhaji A.M.
Olubajo
Principal
General,
Teaching service
Commission (TSC),
Ijebu
Division.
Ogun State,
Nigeria.
February,
2010. 
Available for Download and in Paperback at:
Amazon.com/lateef adeola sanusi
Amazon.com.uk/lateef adeola sanusi
Amazon.fr; Amazon.de; Amazon.com.br; Amazon.ca; Amazon.in; Amazon.com.au
Comments
A Woman in Need is written by an author with intelligent and an independent mind who manipulates the English Language with such dexterity that one starts to wonder if he had his training in a British School.
There are lots of moral lessons to be learnt in the novel as the author has cleverly discussed young women caught in the trap of polygamy just because of filthy lucre. But Ngozi became an exceptional, kind, hardworking and a moral example to all, even as she is a lesson in sophistication. The book is therefore very suitable for all students of literature.
Alhaji Y. A. Kareem
Principal, Senior Secondary School
Moslem Comprehensive High School, Ijebu- Ode,
Nigeria.
February, 2010.
As a youth developer and a dynamic moral teacher, I feel thrilled reading this book. I recommend that our Ladies read and realize that all actions and behaviours have contributing effect on adulthood and nature has a way of dealing with situations.
Dr.Ayokunlemi Oshin- Idowu.
Executive Director
Beauty for Ashes Organization
Ilese-Ijebu. Ogun State.
Nigeria.A Woman in Need is a masterpiece of simplicity. Reading through, one perceives it as either an Autobiography or a Biography, yet the novel is neither. The simple fact of the matter is that this literary piece is true to life. Every event therein is relevant to the contemporary life of a typical human being, a Nigerian to be precise.
Whoever cares to read this book will not regret the action, rather the reader will add to whatever knowledge he already has, as the novel is full of life experiences. It is in the book that the loved suddenly becomes the hater and the hated. Loyalty suddenly becomes betrayal and hope is suddenly dashed. The man is confused and is at the crossroads. He loses ALL he has. He is jilted and dumped by his lover, lost his only child and no job in sight!
The novel takes a reader through journey by various means of transportation; air, rail, and road. It takes a reader to the various tribes, religions and culture of Nigeria. Through the book also, the reader feels the pains of the poor, deprived, oppressed and humiliated. The reader also feels the gains of the rich, opportunist, affluent, wanted and influential.
The cross becomes a burden too heavy to bear before fortune provides him with the key…he meets a woman in need.
All these, Lateef Adeola Sanusi tries to blend in this very great work of art. Though this book is a novel, (prose) it has elements of drama and poetry which makes it total literature.
This novel is recommended for everybody that has life and is living it. For the old, especially the Elites, it replays your youthful days as it brings good memories of the past.
For the middle aged; the experience of the novel can re-direct your life. For the young, you definitely need to read this novel, as reading it may equip you with the experiences you need to cope with the “maddening society”. For the Youth Corp Members, (NYSC) this novel is specially recommended for you. Bala, the hero of the novel is your contemporary, hence you stand to gain a lot from his experience.
The novel is suitable and therefore recommended- For both sexes as both sexes will apportion blames to Bala or Linda.
There is no gain saying that the author has painstakingly composed and written a good literary piece. For this I sincerely congratulate him for a thorough job.
To the readers, the taste of the pudding is in the eating. Please read on!
Alhaji A.M. Olubajo
Principal General,
Teaching service Commission (TSC),
Ijebu Division.
Ogun State, Nigeria.
February, 2010.
Available online in EBook And Paperback at.Amazon.com/lateef adeola sanusi
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)