INTRODUCING THE BE.LIVE! TEAM

The Be.Live Team is a subset of Levuz Writes’ Organization. Levuz Writes’ has already been known for her staunch dedication in building young talents in Nigeria especially creative writing talents and with progressive development in fulfilling her task, Levuz Writes’ has successfully helped not less than 15 youths publish both in hard copies and soft copies. The Be.Live team – as an arm of Levuz Writes’ Organization, has been set in charge of ensuring the publication of monthly international standard and high quality magazines targeted towards the development of youths nationwide by featuring articles that offers balanced growth in all spheres of the life of contemporary youths.

The Be.Live Team, in line with her mandate, focuses on a particular vicinity and highlights worthy events and places, simultaneously engaging celebrities from that location in very interesting and mind blowing interviews. This gives readers the opportunity to learn from how people in different walks of life have made it and learning from their lives, the youths of today can live their much desired dreams.

The team is equally set to developing youths worldwide through the projection of young talents (i.e local stars) in the focused vicinity and a following publicity to the quality of the projected youngsters.

Contacts to the Team can be made through the official mailbox:

 

tbtnigeria@consultant.com

 

or the following phone numbers:

 

Editor-in-chief: +234 7080 815 047

Deputy EIC: +234 8092 943 542

Secretary: +234 8023 501 389

INTRODUCING: THE KENZU STORIES MAGAZINE

  OOOOOkay Friends. It's been a while and it appears like nothing is actually coming forth from Levuz Writes' Organization, it's starting to feel like creative writers and lovers of creative articles no longer have things to feed on from us...

Well, I'm glad to inform you that you don't have to remain hungry anymore to grab your pen and start scribbling those beautiful words you have planned penning down if given the platform, our executives have been working tirelessly to ensure a smooth publication of the KENZU STORIES magazine!

The Kenzu Stories magazine would contain majorly creative and motivational articles, so it would feature very minimal and necessary news reports. We know just how much our readers are always very curious to read and learn from creative write-ups such as didactic short stories, horrors, fictions, Sci-Fi, Funny stories, Poems and etc. and that is why we are throwing open a big opportunity for interested youths to contribute towards this development by sending their articles. Of course, you don't need to be told that only the best of the best entries would be picked and so you should try sending an error free, intriguing piece that you know would magnetize the attention of everyone that glances at any line.

The topic of discourse is simply HUMAN ERRORS! You are completely free to write anything you wish on that subject.

All entries are to be sent in the following format to kenzustories@outlook.com on or before 12:00noon on Valentine's day (Sunday, February 14, 2016)

Entries must be from 500 – 900 words.

Entries must be sent as an Ms Word attachment with Font 'Garamond' and Size of '12'.

Full Name and details such as School, Age, Location, Phone number and other Contact details MUST be written in the body of the mail and as the heading of your attachment file.

PLEASE NOTE: No contributor is paid, what winners get is simply their articles featuring in the magazine with their names attached.

You would be contacted once your entry is accepted.

Good luck!

And

Thanks for Reading. More details about the Magazine would be uploaded on this blog: www.levuzwrites.blogspot.com

THE OAU "OH YE RATS!" WRITING CONTEST

Did you miss it?

The Obafemi Awolowo University Writing Contest, organized by Levuz Writes' Organization (OAU Chapter).

It was an Anglomoz Writing Contest tagged "Oh Ye Rats!". Interested students were required to write about their experiences with OAU rats so far with word limit of about 500 words.

Entries were submitted via the organization's mail box; levuzwrites@hotmail.com while hardcopies were submitted to Angola Hall and Mozambique Hall
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DIE! Episode 3

Bimpe was praying alone in the church building when her eyes suddenly caught a girl of about twenty years of age running desperately towards the church toilet. She could have decided to overlook the scenario, but the girl seemed helpless as she held her stomach tightly while she ran. Bimpe was reluctant as first, but within seconds, she firmed her decision to rescue and so she hurried after the girl.
On getting to the toilet, it was already locked from inside, Bimpe knocked and banged the door hard but the lady inside wasn't willing to open up. She peeped through the key hole and saw the lady kneeling and sobbing over the Water Closet, Bimpe could hardly hear what she was saying until she placed her ear very close to the door.
"I don't want to die! God please help me. . . please. . .I don't want to die"
Bimpe hit the door forcefully again and again, "You won't die! Just open up!" She peeped to see if the girl made any attempt to obey but she appeared not to hear what she was saying, Bimpe kicked at the door hard and shouted even louder, "Open up for Chris'sake!"
When Bimpe was finally had to admit that the girl was either too weak to open or too reluctant, she ran into the church to look for any object with which she could break the wooden door open.
Seeing none, she headed straight towards the missionary house which was attached to the Church. The entrance was wide open (it couldn't have been locked, since the girl ran out through it). Bimpe hurried straight ahead.
Bimpe entered the sitting room first, she looked around desperately for any object that she could use, her eyes spontaneously travelled over the furniture, she scrutinized it all in case there was any useable object lurking in between them, but there was none. Towards the extreme right corner of the sitting room, just beside a family picture, Bimpe sighted a very useful plank; it would have worked very fine if not that it had been nailed to another wood to carry a crucified carving of a man. Bimpe shove off the thought of breaking loose the crucifix for the mission she was engaging in.
She headed into the other rooms in the house; as she walked in, she thought she heard two very quiet sounds – sounds like voices. But her urgent mission did not give room for that. Bimpe widened the first door by her right – it was ajar and easy to access. It was dark at first, but the dim ray of sunlight that reflected through the curtains revealed where the switch was and Bimpe flicked it on to illuminate the room.
With eyes opened determinedly to see anything useful; anything strong and big enough to break the toilet door, Bimpe scanned the room desperately. Suddenly, her eyes fell on two bottles on the floor; the bottles couldn't break the door but they could seal that mission forever. The two blue plastic bottles seemed to be smiling and dancing devilishly, mocking her effort.
Two  bottles of freshly opened JIK; one half empty, the other completely empty – both telling Bimpe that there was nothing she could do to save the girl, so putting the pictures together, nobody needed to tell Bimpe that the girl had consumed one and almost half  bottles of JIK.
Reviving from that shock, Bimpe saw the need to be more urgent with whatever rescue method she was going to offer. In that instance, she concluded that there was nothing relatively useful to that effect in the room and without turning the light back off, she left for the next room.
She was about to open the door that appeared to be locked when she was distracted by the sounds from an opposite room; she needed no confirmation to know that the sound was not the chirping and squeaking of rats but of two ecstatic humans. Bimpe turned around and barged into the room where the voices were emanating without knocking.
Bimpe was hoping to gather a rescue team from the room in the missionary house, but what she was about to get would be the shock of her life.
Under a heavy blanket that seemed to be dancing when Bimpe entered, two bodies were flowing in one rhythm that seemed only strange at first sight. Bimpe stared blankly, she could not put the pictures here together until the blanket flung itself over and two naked bodies covered their bodies in shame with their hands when they saw her. The lady under the blanket was a complete stranger to Bimpe, but the young man beside her, whose mouth was now aghast, was Pastor Joel's only son – Marcus!
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Miles away, Joel was smiling at his wife in his new Golf 3 when Adamson called. Seeing Adamson's name on his phone made Joel grimace for a half second, but the expression faded so as not to raise suspicion from his wife who was sitting right beside him.
"Yes bro. . . Of course. . . So true. . . hahahahaha. . . hahahaha. . . feel free. . . it's a pleasure. . .oh anytime. . . I'm driving now, I'll call you later."
When the call ended, a frown crossed Joel's face again but he defeated it reluctantly with a plastic smile.
"Honey, who was that?" Mabel chirped, her voice and curiosity intensified her husband's anger altogether but he did well in not showing it.
"Adamson." His reply was cold, he drove right past a traffic light that showed bright red light.
"Oh my gosh! Dear, did you just disobey the traffic? What's wrong?!" There was a quiet moment before Mabel spoke again, "Did your brother say anything disturbing?"
Joel sniffed hard, "He said they'd be coming to pick their child soon."
"Ooh, poor Benedicta, she has been a very good darling. I'll so miss her".
Joel smiled and nodded, "They'll come for her next tomorrow". His heart reflected upon the delicious event of the night. 'If only Adamson knew that his daughter had just started being a real good girl, and this is the wrongest time to come for her.' Joel thought.
Joel and his wife were on their way to an eatery, it was February 14 – Valentine's day! and they needed to enjoy the season.
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THE UJUZI (A COLLECTION OF CONTEMPORARY AFRICAN SHORT STORIES AND POEMS) BY DEJI - AKIN

The book – THE UJUZI (A Collection of Contemporary African Short Stories and Poems); written by Deji AKIN of Levuz Writes' Organization, Obafemi Awolowo University was finally launched on Saturday, July 4 2015. Attended by several members of the university community at the Auditorium 2, Humanities Blook 2, Obafemi Awolowo University;

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Ujuzi is a Swahili word that simply means Experience. The book; "THE UJUZI" is therefore a collection of fictitious experiences of people in modern Africa, although most of the stories and poems have their settings, local languages in Nigeria (the common use of Pidgin English, Yoruba and Ibo) yet, it is easy to relate the content easily with other West African life.
It may interest you to note that the authors of this book are young writers, most of who are university undergraduates and fresh graduates. It is in the passion to create a world in which people can learn from, argue about intellectually and gain moral corrections that the authors of this book have come together to present the book.
The Ujuzi contains articles that can be classified under different tags such as Funny, Suspense, Supernatural, Horror, Romance etc, which are the invisible agents that we relate with in our everyday life.
As you read this book, I implore you to read with an open mind that is read of bias on any matter, as much as the authors made no attempt to impose a particular kind of lifestyle on the society, this book and its contents are mere suggestions of how and what should e done in different life situations, therefore it is not the purpose of any of the authors to enforce a pattern of lifestyle, neither is there any attempt to ridicule or appraise one religion over the other, the book should be seen as a world of suggestions of lifestyles with conclusions drawn as the authors reasoned. Therefore it would be of utmost joy to us, that you find every word interesting and unique in its own independent of whether or not you assume right or wrong, the lessons taught.

Deji-AKIN
1st of May, 2015

dejiakin@live.com
@DejiAkinLevuz
27EEA647
BB CHANNEL – C0027CCFE

DIE! Episode 2

Hi Friends! Hope you're enjoying the week?

Thanks for your several comments the last time. Today, as we promised, here is the Second episode of 'DIE!'.
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We love you!

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Marcus was tip toeing into his own room when Pastor Joel came out from the master's bedroom suddenly. To the bewilderment of his son and himself, none of them could have expected to see each other in the corridor at such time.
"Dad!" Shrieked Marcus, the door to his parents' room ought to have creaked loudly when his father opened it, but it hadn't made any sound at all.
"What are you doing here at this time of the day?" Pastor Joel was already frowning.
"I was. . . I. . .I was just…I could hear sounds of running water when sleeping, like the kitchen tap was opened, and so I thought it wise to confirm that none of the taps in the house was opened to avoid pond before daylight."
"And was it?"
"Noo…noo… not at all." Marcus swallowed hard, anxious and happy that his lie was working out fine.
"Hnmmm, M-a-r-c-u-s, I have always known you to be a sleeping buffalo, how come you of all people in the house heard the running tap?"
Before Marcus could defend himself further, his father hurried him to sleep and not until he entered his room and closed the door behind himself did Pastor Joel leave the corridor and headed towards Benedicta's room as if to confirm if truly Marcus had not visited the place.
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Benedicta knew – from where she stood shivering – that the new pacing footstep that disturbed the ray of light at the base of her door wasn't Marcus'. She could guess who it was, judging from the discussion which she had eavesdropped some few seconds back. Her fear became climaxed when the shadow stopped at her door step and she knew he was going to knock.
She flung herself into bed, and covered her 'almost naked' self with her blanket totally, so that the visitor would not suspect that his son had been into her room earlier.
Her fear was that the man would come in and ask her questions to justify his hypothesis about their affair. When the man knocked quietly, Bene froze under the blanket; she was practically blank about what to say to defend her poor self when interrogated.
When she did not give any response to welcome the intruder, he opened the door quietly, and Benedicta could picture another silhouette appear at her door, this was bigger than the first, an adult, no one needed to tell her who it was, she could almost see him through the blanket that covered her – it was her uncle – Pastor Joel himself.
He groped around the wall for the switch and soon turned it on. Benedicta thought for a second that the man was going to tear her apart before she started confessing and the tentative steps he took towards her made her almost jump out of bed in fear, but she maintained her posture and even pretended to snore louder at every nearing step.
Joel stood beside her and leaned towards her to wake the young girl. His first tap seemed careless but when he did tap her the second time on the same spot, Bene knew it wasn't as careless as she had assumed.
"Bene" He was saying almost in a whisper, "Benedicta" He said again very quietly and softly before he tapped her a third time on the same spot – he bulged buttocks.
The tap was nasty and seemed unintentional each time, Benedicta could only think of continuing to pretend as if she was sleeping, her hope was that if the man was convinced that she wasn't awake despite the tapping, he would go.
Seeing she wasn't awaken by his tap, Joel pulled the girl's blanket down slightly; exposing part of her bare small chest in the process. The man sniffed hard and soon started playing with the young girl's part.
Benedicta was shocked to the bones at what her uncle was doing, at that point she didn't know what to do, she only continued to snore in her ignorance but her heartbeat knocked against her chest so much that it seemed it would fall out, it was very unbelievable for Joel to deny noticing.
Pastor Joel chose to be deceived by her snore; he pulled the blanket off totally as he crept over the sleeping girl.
"Benedicta" He whispered again, "are you awake?"
The fifteen year old girl kept mute from shock. She couldn't believe that the man who she thought was her uncle could attempt what his son had regularly been doing to her. 'Clergy!' she though and froze even more and then she blamed her parents for trusting someone in the first place, knowing that she had barely been away from them in her entire life.
"Benedictaaaa" Joel whispered playfully. As he unzipped his pants, the girl had no choice but to fight her way through, but he had been ready for this, he glued her to her bed with his powerful hands and whispered silence into her ears. "Keep calm" he said, "It's just me, your uncle Joel"
She flinched forcefully, but his grip was tight, "This is bad" she could not tell why she whispered and didn't scream.
"Don't worry dear. Just don't worry. It'll be alright" with this he was already proceeding with his evil plan.
Benedicta could only cry quietly as she struggled forcefully with the man, but her attempts to stop him did nothing until he had had his feel over her.
The scenario went on for less than ten minutes, and when the monster was done, he shuddered and collapsed heavily beside her, a satisfied wide grin crossed his face, this made her cover her face in shame.
"C'mon baby. Stop acting like a child. . . After all, it isn't as if you were a virgin anyway . . . you are not new at this." His voice cut her lke a sharp knife slicing a chicken's neck.
"But you are a Pastor!"
"Stop that, see. . . Pastor is just a title" When there was an abrupt silence after his speech, he spoke further to the sobbing girl, "see Bene, if you tell anybody about this, first I'll tell them that you were not a virgin when this happened and I bet you they would all want to know how that happened before anyone asks me questions and I may even deny it vehemently and that would double your disgrace. The choice is yours."
The girl kept sobbing, she could not think of the best way out, she really believed that people would actually clamor to know how a girl of fifteen wasn't a virgin before anyone necked into how a pastor raped her but Benedicta was unaware that irrespective of the fact that she wasn't a virgin, the Pastor's offence was more grievous and more punishable.
Joel tried comforting the young girl before leaving her room, he tried to say as much beautiful things as he could and he even promised her many many things if she cooperated, but none of it all got her heart away from the event. She felt hurt and helpless.
He left her room before the first cock crow. She cried and cried until her eyes were sore red and when she finally slept, she overslept and had a good reason not to attend the morning devotion with others.

End of Episode 2

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DIE! Episode 1

Hey there! This short story is written by one of our members and it is titled 'DIE!', I'm sure you would enjoy it;

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Benedicta lay still on her twin bed, her eyes were wide open in that dark hour because neither her brain nor her heartbeat were resting. She could picture the inevitable event that would happen next. Her gaze traveled constantly towards the open base of her door, she wanted to see the intruder first before the creaking of her door did, she could feel her heart thumping hard against her chest, like robbers banging the landlord's door. Bene wanted to pray but aside not knowing what to say, she also could not decipher whether her young poor self wanted what was coming or not. So, if she prayed for it, then she was a devil, and if she didn't, that would be against her wish. She only did what she could – stare and wait! When the light ray below her door was disturbed by a moving shadow, Benedicta knew the hour had come. She took a deep breath and fought her heartbeat to calm.
The opening of her door welcomed more brightness form the corridor's bright halogen bulb and in between the door, stood the silhouette of a very much expected young man. This is the real devil himself who she had
spent the sleepless night expecting, his name –Marcus.

Benedicta squinted to see his silhouette – he was well built, tall and his handsome face was barely visible in the dark room. He closed the door behind himself quietly and flicked the room switch on. Benedicta felt the harsh ray
of light sprawl on herself. She adjusted her sleeping position and made her stagy snore louder.
"Sleeping?" He teased, his baritone voice stunned Benedicta as usual, and she marveled at how she not yet gotten used to that, he chuckled quietly and turned the light back off.

The next steps he took towards her made her both hungry and overfed with him. She wish she could disappear in that dark and leave him hungry forever, but because she had no super power (and she also wanted it in a way), she couldn't resist the hands that danced over her night gown mildly.
Benedicta was just fifteen, tall, full and very attractive. She had features of someone almost four years older and many of her mates envied her for this. She didn't hide what she had, her outfits were usually tempting and knowing men, that was a plus to her.

Benedicta was always careful not to be careless; she knew many wolves wanted to take advantage of her, so she was always observant about where she goes, when she goes and with whom she goes.
Her carefulness met its waterloo when her parents brought her to this missionary house three weeks back to stay with her uncle's family. Benedicta's dad and mum were going on a business trip and the safest place they thought she could stay was with Uncle Joel (a pastor in the orthodox assembly).
She stayed safe for a week until Uncle John's only son – Marcus started getting interested in her.

After church service one Tuesday evening, he was having his bath in the second bathroom near the store when she incautiously barged into the bathroom. She saw his manhood almost immediately.

Benedicta ran out without a word, shy to her bones; and when he was done, he walked straight into her room and charged at her.
"You were stalking! Weren't you?" He shrieked, making her bewildered.
She fidgeted out of fear, her poor fifteen year old self not having any knowledge of the implication of what she had done. If this wasn't going to be disclosed to anyone else by him, she had a price to pay. And since he threatened so powerfully, it didn't take long before she concurred.
Many nights, they both don't sleep until he had visited her and was satisfied, but she never gave her total self to him, and so it was like force anyway – like rape. Her night gown was coming off slowly now, and his other hands were pinching her 'chesticles' playfully. Her snore maintained it's volume, even though she knew that Marcus knows that she wasn't sleeping, yet she preferred to be raped as one who was over sleeping rather that someone consenting.

He bent over her, (save her pant she was naked), his breath warming her eyes as he attempted to speak into the left one.
"Benedicta, stop pretending to be sleeping."

He whispered into her ears and then bit it gently. She shuddered. "You know today is Valentine?"
'Valentine!' Benedicta thought, her poor fifteen year old fantasy about Val was exaggerated. She could already see him making million proposals to beautify the day for her, and so what he would say next to her made her eager to listen. She stopped snoring, and her eyes opened slightly to catch his face. Before he spoke, he poked his right index finger under her, making her moan desperately, "My girl friend is coming today. I want you to help treat her well."
'Girlfriend!' Benedicta winced, 'Is he insane? If he had a girlfriend, then who am I to him, and why have I not met her?' She wondered disappointedly.

"What I actually meant was that Daddy would not like to see her, so we may need to use your room, all you need do is just cover up by telling him that she is your friend."
At that point, Benedicta flinched off from under him. If that was the case, she wouldn't cooperate.
Benedicta staggered out of the bed completely, and stood beside it. Her skin felt cold from the early morning chill air. The corner of her eye caught sight of Marcus sitting up on the bed.

"Marcus, I can't!" Her voice was naïve, she felt ashamed that she had been soo treated.

All the while, Benedicta had been thinking that Marcus loved her. Her poor self had thought the night creep and horny moments were expressions of love altogether, but the request that had been voiced out more like a command stabbed her like a knife.

"Benedicta! Are you insane? See, . . . tsk. . .what have you been thinking?. . . You really don't know I have a girlfriend?. . . Wait, were you thinking I loved you? Hey girl, don't be a fool."
Benedicta shook unsteadily; she covered her chest with crossed arms as she shivered from both cold and embarrassment. 'So he knew that, he knew that I thought he loved me?. . . so he was just taking advantage of me all along and was using it to kill me!'
"Marcus, do you really have a girlfriend?" Her naïve voice still maintained the quietness that was necessary if they weren't going to alert the adults.

"I swear."

Benedicta burst into quiet sobs. She felt totally ashamed of herself, this was the first man she knew and it had created a kind of admiration for him in her heart. Now, with what he was saying, she felt cheated and betrayed. "You are a devil!"
He stood to calm her but she fought herself away from his grip, "how dare you use me like this? You have uselessed me"

"Hey Bene, calm down. If you call my parents into this, we would both be guilty, and with that you won't be helping matters at all."

Benedicta kept mute, sobbing still. He
attempted to continue caressing her but she slapped his hands at every attempt.

Seeing that she was totally done with 'getting on', he left the room and sneaked out as usual."

End of Episode 1

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