WaW Final

The first stage of Mobilebookshelf Write and Win Competition ended with Betrayed By My Body by Peju Amadi (Repogirl) in the first position with 338 votes out of a total of 1933 votes. Twenty-one entries qualified for the final stage. These entries will be sent to about fifty readers who will independently rate the entries and decide winners independently. Each of these readers will award a total of six points to three entries either as three points (to the first position), two points (to the second position) and one point (to the third position) or two points to each of the three preferred entries. The overall position of each of the entries will then be decided based on the total point scored by the entry. The readers will have up to September 30th 2015 to make their decision. The decision of each of the readers will be announced as soon as it is sent to mobilebookshelf without waiting for others.

The names of the readers that will decide the winners will be published on this page on Wednesday 16th 2015.

Below is the list of the ten entries that were decided by votes and their votes.

  1. Betrayed By My Body by Peju Amadi  338
  2. Breath by Royver 214
  3. The Firewall by Kevin John (Kayemjay) 170
  4. Revenge by Tiffany 164
  5. An Ace For Oscar by Larrysun 151
  6. Do No Evil by Frank Anozie (Frank3.16) 71
  7. The Devil Beneath The Deep Sea by Ini Mebatonija 67
  8. Taking Chances by Tega 59
  9. Paint Me Purple by Tarina Jones 56
  10. The Quandary by Ice 54


The following entries were shortlisted by our team.

Don’t Mess With David Sharpard by Prince Peters.
Joseph by Gbadegeshin John

Not Unto You by Doris Oniha
A Little Too Late by Emma Ohi

The Clone by Echi Mathias
A Twist of Fate by Karo
God and Man by Ian Patrick

Official Dossier by Franklin Ahaotu
One for the Master and One for the Boy by Flow1759

Reflections Of My Mind by Wanze Nwosu
Alone With My Thoughts by Emmanuel Chika


An Ace for Oscar by Larrysun
Don’t Mess With David Sharpard by Prince Peters.
Do No Evil by Frank Anozie.
The Firewall by Kevin John.
Joseph by Gbadegeshin John

Taking Chances by Tega
Not Unto You by Doris Oniha
The Quandary by Ice
Revenge by Tiffany
A Little Too Late by Emma Ohi

Breath by Royver
The Clone by Echi Mathias
A Twist of Fate by Karo
God and Man by Ian Patrick
The Devil Beneath The Deep Blue Sea by Ini Mebatonija

Paint Me Purple by Tarina Jones
Betrayed By My Body by Peju Amadi

Official Dossier by Franklin Ahaotu
One for the Master and One for the Boy by Flow1759

Reflections Of My Mind by Wanze Nwosu
Alone With My Thoughts by Emmanuel Chika

Latest on our bookshelf: THINGS LOVERS DO


The judgment lasted for about thirty minutes. The entire court room was silent. The court remained silent even after the judgment had been pronounced. It wasn’t a high-profile case, but that was not the reason for the unusual silence. Everybody was silent because nobody was sure whether the judgment was in their favour or against them.


To the family of Akinwale, who were the victims in this case, justice had not been served. There was nothing to be jubilant about in the judgment. A drunk driver had knocked down their breadwinner in the prime of his career. They were not clamouring for a murder case. Everybody knew that it was manslaughter. But they believed that such careless act should carry a minimum punishment of ten years behind the bars. They were almost consoled when the judge handed him a punishment of seven years prison term but was disappointed when he gave an option of a fine. They couldn’t understand why a man that carelessly turned sour their happy home should be allowed to walk free just for a fine of a million naira, not even for all the naira in the Central Bank.


The option of fine would have triggered jubilation in the camp of Leke. Everybody knew he was guilty. Everybody on his side in the court that day was only hoping for a miracle. Even the best lawyer could not save him in that case and he could not even afford the service of the worst lawyer. He had to use the government-appointed lawyer, and the poor man tried his best. The case had already been lost at the spot of the incident.


Leke was drunk that night and was driving his boss’ car. Medical tests showed a high level of alcohol in his blood. The CCTV camera at the party he was coming from showed that he drank more than eight bottles of beer that day. At the time of the accident, he was driving at a speed of 180 k/hr in a region that had a limit of 80km/hr and he had no driving license. No lawyer could win such a case.

So, at the mention of the option of one million naira fine, his lawyer felt relieved. He believed that he had saved him from going to prison. But Leke didn’t believe the same. To him, the option was useless because there was no way he could get such amount of money. He had no relative and among his friends that had come to witness the case, he knew that only Precious, his girlfriend, could make any attempt to look for the money. And even if the fine had been one-tenth of what it was, he was sure that Precious could never get it. She was a student and her parents were as poor as church rats, maybe, poorer.


The judge gave him seven days ultimatum to pay the money or go to prison but if the judge had given seven month ultimatum, the prison option would still be the only feasible option for him.


Everybody remained quiet. Nobody jubilated. Quietly, members of the Akinwale family stood up and headed towards their cars. Without making any open comment on the judgment, they drove away.

Leke’s lawyer went to where Leke’s friends were standing. He wanted to know their decision. Leke too was escorted by the police towards them. He knew he couldn’t afford a kobo, so he kept quiet.


“What are you going to do?” the lawyer asked.


“Of course, we are going to pay the fine,” Precious replied as if she had the money in her bank account.


Jennifer wanted to talk but Annabel gently tapped her. Everybody knew Jennifer didn’t know what not to say.


“We have seven days,” the lawyer said.


“Yes, how much can you guys get?” Precious asked facing a group of Leke’s friends.


The young men looked at one another, and then Sam replied “We can’t say now, but we will try our best.”


“I know you won’t be able to say. Look, it is everybody’s concern; don’t heap everything on Precious’ head alone. You guys should go and look for half a million naira and we girls will look for the remaining half,” Jennifer said.


Leke remained quiet. It was his life and future that they were discussing and unfortunately, he couldn’t contribute to it. He had no dime. There was nothing he could sell to earn any amount of money and he had nobody to go to for favour.


The police officer told the lawyer that it was time for Leke to be returned to custody.


“Let’s meet at my office tomorrow morning,” the lawyer said and called off the meeting.





It was 9 o’clock on Tuesday morning. The weather was cold. It had rained all night. Undoubtedly, many people would still be in bed if they didn’t have to go out by compulsion. Such was the case of Jennifer and Annabel. They still had their blankets over their bodies. But Precious had woken up since 5 o’clock. She had been chatting with everybody she knew on every social medium available to her. She knew she couldn’t get one million naira from a single person. Nobody in her world was worth that amount of money. But she hoped she could get one hundred people that would give her ten thousand naira each. But the truth was that in her circle, ten thousand naira was still a lot of money.


For the past four hours that she had been chatting, nobody had promised her a kobo.


“Lk wateva u gv me wl reduce the total moni am luking 4” she would type, but all of them gave a similar reply.


“Dias noffin I cld gv u dat wl mk any difference” they would reply. Funmi was even specific. She typed


“If u subtract #500 from 1 milla ao much remain?”

She looked at the time. It was exactly 9 o’clock. She dropped her phone and ran to the bathroom. She quickly took her bath and dressed up. She didn’t use any make-up, maybe she forgot; maybe she didn’t see any reason for it.


She took her phone and called Sam.


“Hello! Good morning.”


“Morning,” he replied lazily. Obviously he was still in bed.


“Are you ready to go?” she asked.


“Go where?”


“To the lawyer’s office. He said we should meet there this morning.”

“What for?” Sam asked as if he was not there when the lawyer said it.


“To discuss the way forward.”


“Precious, the only way forward is the money. I have no money with me now, so I don’t see any reason to go there.”

“It may be more than that Sam. We may appeal the judgment or at least attempt to extend the ultimatum.”


“Look, I don’t even have money for transport and I can’t trek from here to that man’s office,” Sam said and terminated the call.


Precious stared disappointedly at the screen of her phone. She angrily threw it on the bed facing her. It hit Jennifer.


Jennifer removed the blanket from her head.


“Easy, baby girl, wetin I do you?” she asked.


“Sorry,” Precious replied casually and went to sit on a chair.


“What is the problem?” Jennifer asked.


“Look at the people we told to go and look for half a million. Sam couldn’t even get money to take a bike to the lawyer’s office.”


Jennifer laughed.


“Are you really expecting half a million naira from the guys? Even half a million Indonesia rupiah, I’m sure they couldn’t get.”


“But at least he will come to the lawyer’s office and we will plan together.”


“You are disturbing yourself, Precious. Why not let the guy go to prison. He is just 27 years. He will come back 34, you will be 31 then. You can still have your wedding.”


Precious didn’t respond. She took her bag and started walking out of the room.


“I’m off,” she said and left.


“Hey! Precious, where did you put the remaining spaghetti?” Jennifer shouted.





The office of Barrister Collins was jam-packed. A group of people were there shouting on top of their voices. The lawyer tried for several minutes to put things under control. When things were settled, he followed them out. At the reception, he saw Precious waiting for him.


“I am sorry, dear. I have an urgent case to attend to now. I will be back in a moment,” he said as he left with the group.


That “moment” lasted for over three hours. Precious waited patiently. Her lectures usually started by 11 o’clock on Tuesdays and ended 3 p.m. but she knew that she couldn’t attend any of her four classes that day.


“When the lawyer returned, he apologized for delaying her and then invited her to his office.


“How much have you got,” he asked.


“Nothing, sir. Absolutely nothing. Those that have the money wouldn’t give me; those that can give me don’t have.”


“So what are you planning to do?”


“I am thinking that maybe we can appeal the judgment.”


“No, that is not a good idea. We got the best judgment,” Barrister Collins said.


“What about asking for the ultimatum to be extended?”


“It is not possible, my dear. It is part of the judgment.”


Precious took a deep breath and said “So I have just six days more to produce the money now.”


“I don’t think you have up to that,” the lawyer replied.


“Why? Today is Tuesday; the judge gave us seven days.”

“Yes, but he didn’t specify that the seven days should be seven working days, so it will be taken as seven calendar days.”


“What is the implication of that?” Precious asked anxiously.


“The seven days started counting on the day he gave the judgment. That was yesterday. So you have till Sunday night to produce the money, but the office we are to pay to doesn’t work on weekends and knocks off by 1 p.m. on Friday. So you have till 1pm on Friday to pay the money,” Collins explained.


Precious was surprised.


“Today is Tuesday, so I have just three days to pay the money now.”


“That is it,” The lawyer said and looked at his wrist watch. It was exactly 1pm. “You have exactly 72 hours more to look for it,” he added.


“72 hours to look for one million naira from nowhere,” Precious said in despair.




Wednesdays were always busy days for final year students of Business Administration. On Wednesdays, Precious usually started her lectures as early as 8 o’clock in the morning and ended it by 5p.m. with only a one-hour break. This particular Wednesday, apart from lectures, she also had two tests to write, but she did not prepare for any. In fact, she did not write any.


She left her room as early as six o’clock in the morning and returned some minutes past seven in the evening. She was busy looking for money and all she got was a sum of five thousand naira.


The man that gave her the money specified that it was for her transport fare. He asked her to call him back the following week, by then, he would have collected his salary and would be able to give her something tangible. Precious explained to him that she had but two more days to pay the money but the man couldn’t help further.


The other people she visited only told her about how the bad economy had affected their businesses –  how they couldn’t sell their shares in the stock market, how the Boko Haram insurgence had stopped the supply of their goods from the north and how the inconsistency in the electricity power supply had reduced their daily production. All of them told her that they wished to help but only that the time was a wrong time.


“You mustn’t allow this to affect you too much. Remember if you carry-over a course at this level, it is an extra year,” Annabel told her.


“Thank you Ann, but I must do something.”


“Did you eventually get something tangible?” Annabel asked.


Precious opened her purse and took out five one-thousand naira notes.


“This is all I got,” she said.


“Lemme see,” Jennifer said, jumping down from her bed.


“We didn’t call you into this,” Annabel snapped at Jennifer.


“Tell her,” Jennifer shouted at Annabel.


“What?” she asked back.


“Tell her what your boyfriend told you.”


“What did Bode say?” Precious asked.


“He wasn’t sure but he said his uncle can help you. You know the man is very rich,” Annabel said.


“Then let him talk to him,” Precious shouted.


“He has talked to him, but I didn’t understand what he was saying,” Annabel replied.

Precious didn’t speak further. She took out her phone and called Bode.


“Hello,” she said on the phone.


“Hi, Precious! I sent Ann to you,” he replied.


“I couldn’t understand what she was saying.”


“Okay, are you in your room now?”




“I am coming.”


“Thank you. You are a life-saver.”


“Don’t say that yet,” Bode replied and terminated the call.




Bode arrived about 15 minutes later.


“The man is a psycho, a drunk and a weird person. I told him and he said he can give you the money with a condition.”


“What is the condition?” Precious and Jennifer asked together.


“He didn’t tell me. He said you should come yourself, that he will tell you when you come.”

“We all know the condition. What other condition can a man give a pretty babe like Precious?” Jennifer said.


“No, I don’t think Uncle Jude is a womanizer,” Bode said.


“Look Bode, link me up with the man. I am ready to accept any kind of condition,” Precious said.


“Serious?” Jennifer screamed. “You mean if he asks for seven rounds without condoms, doggy style, BJ, anal sex… ”


“Shut up, Jenny! We are discussing an important issue here,” Annabel shouted at Jennifer.


“I am sorry. I am going back to my studies. Thank God I don’t have a boyfriend.”


“How will you have one with this kind of character?” Annabel asked.


“It is better not to have one than to have the one that will make you accept all kinds of condition,” she replied as she walked towards her bed.





Prince Jude Adelakun was a tall man of 55 years of age. He was slim and looked older than his age. Obviously, the man was a heavy drinker. The ash tray on the table in his office showed that he did not only drink, he also smoked.


Precious wasn’t comfortable as she sat in front of the man who kept staring at her. A lot of things were going on in her mind. She wondered why men couldn’t help without strings attached. She asked herself repeatedly what extent she could go to get the money. She couldn’t get any reply to the question. She decided not to assume anything until the man had told her what he wanted. But she knew she wouldn’t have enough time to think deeply about it. It was Thursday morning, she had only one more day to pay a million naira and all she had was a sum of five thousand naira.


“I was told that you need one million naira to save your boyfriend,” Jude finally said.


“Yes sir,” she replied.


“I believe you have been told that I can give you the money right here in exchange for a favour.”


“Yes, sir. But sir, why not just see me as your daughter?”


“Exactly. I have a daughter, RST, she is just your age.”


“But sir, if you do and you understand that I am doing this for my boyfriend, you won’t request for a favour.”


Jude laughed.

“You think I am going to ask for sex? If I need sex, I won’t spend that much. I will get it for two thousand naira at Allen. What I need is far more than sex.”


Precious was surprised.


“What do you want sir?” she asked.


“I have a dying daughter. I want you to save her life.”


“How?” she asked curiously.


My daughter became sick about six months ago. After several medical tests, it was discovered that her two kidneys were not functioning. She needed a transplant. Since then she had been on periodontal dialysis. She has her blood being purified by a machine twice every week. It has been a very terrible experience for her. She lost weight and lost appetite. She can’t get involved in many activities. There are limited types of food she can eat, there are certain environments she must not expose herself to. She must not get angry, she must not get too excited and she must visit the clinic twice a week.”


Precious listened attentively.


Jude continued.


“Despite observing all these strict rules, she frequently gets dizzy and even faints at times. That is what my 24-year-old daughter has been passing through for the past six months and recently, it’s getting worse.”


“So how do I come in?” she asked.


“For the past six months we have been looking for a kidney donor. I would have donated one of mine if I am a match, but I am not. Her mother is nowhere to be found. So I am telling you this on the assumption that you will be a match. If you can donate one of your kidneys for my daughter, I will give you the money you need.”


Precious fixed her gaze on him.


“You are asking me to sell my kidney to you?”


The man giggled and said “It depends on your interpretation. All I am asking you to do is to donate one of your kidneys to save my daughter from death and I will donate a sum of one million naira to save your boyfriend from going to prison.”


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