CHAPTER 1: THE FATE THAT NEVER WAS (PART 1)

This story is a young adult fictional piece, written by KINGwax Oluwadamilare. All rights reserved.

CHAPTER 1

Emeka’s eyes was like a brimstone- they owed that to the many rounds of beer the holder of the eyes has consumed. He did not seemed to worry him a bit, but it worried his friend, Ade, who sat beside him, trying to make him stop, after many bottles- twelve, to be precise.

“I think you should stop here.” Ade pleaded. “Please.”

Emeka looked at his friend without a word, but his eyes pierced Ade’s soul. He tried to raise his hand as a signal for another drink, but, Ade quickly stopped it midair and brought it back on the table with an angry slam that sent the empty green bottles rolling on the table.

Ade, just realizing that he would be breaking some of the bottles, tried to stop the ones that were trying to find their way to the floor of the drinking area, but he only has two hands and could only hold two in his hands. The sound of broken bottles drew all eyes to their position.

“You do realize you will pay for that, right?” Emeka finally found his voice.

Ade balanced the two bottles on the table and his eyes were quick to caught Emeka’s hand as they were coming down. It was no rocket science, he already signaled for another drink.

“You’re not going to have that drink while I am still here, Emeka!” Ade got angry.

“And who’s going to stop me?” Emeka asked.

“I told you, Emeka, you are not going to have that… hey, hey…!” Ade cut himself short and sprang from his seat. He stopped the barman midway. “Who has these drinks?” He asked the barman.

The barman scoffed and answered him reluctantly, “your friend of course.”

“Which one?”

“What kind of question is this? The same one who broke the bottles over there. You were talking to him just now.” The barman replied.

“So, after you had bottled him down to thirteen…”

“Twelve.”

“What?” Ade asked.

“Twelve bottles, not thirteen.”

“And now, you’re going to add another four?” Ade asked as his eyes bulged at the fresh green bottles, sweating profusely in the basket the barman was holding.”

The barman shrugged and said it was his choice, not his. Ade begged him to let him take his friend home, but the barman asked if he was the one paying.

“My friend, over there,” Ade pointed to Emeka, “has a problem- a problem that he wouldn’t solve even if he drank himself to death.”

The barman said it was not his problem. And before they could continue, Emeka was right behind them.

“What is the problem here?” He asked as he balanced himself with the steel column at Ade’s back.

The barman explained to Emeka, who only smiled.

“Did you realize that he broke some bottles back there?” Emeka asked the barman who said he thought it was Emeka who broke them.

Emeka said it wasn’t him and he is not going to pay for it.

“Well, then, I have to collect the money for the bottle or the manger will have to deduct my salary. And that will never happen” The barman stretched his palm to Ade who looked at Emeka.

Ade whispered to Emeka, “You know I have no money on me here. Why are you doing this?”

Emeka chuckled and said to the barman, “You heard him?”

The Barman shook his head with a large frown.

“Well, Emeka began, “he said he’s not going to pay a dime!”

“What…? Emeka, why did you….See,” Ade turned to the barman, “he’s my friend, and he will pay you, okay? He’s just joking.”

The barman looked at Emeka who shook his head.

“Listen, I will have to be a little bit rough with you, my friend. Your phone will be held until you pay back that money!” The barman coldly told Ade and summoned the security, who appeared bored and suddenly excited that he was going to beat someone for the day’s entertainment.

Ade began to sweat. “See, I will talk to him, I will get you your money.”

 After Emeka was satisfied with the humiliation he gave his friend, he finally agreed to pay for the broken bottles, only if Ade is bounced out of the tavern. Ade couldn’t believe himself, but he was glad.

“Mr.,” The barman started, “I know you look like a gentlemen, I will ask…”

“No need for that, I will leave.” Ade said. He turned to his friend, “I want you to know that if you destroy yourself because of a lady, you do not have anyone to blame about that. It is on you!” He finished and started walking out of the plank- the name popular tavern.

Emeka scoffed and made to return to his seat, but he slipped and fell on a nearby table, full of empty bottles. The barman did helped him up, but not without first chuckling at the foolish man.

“You have broken more bottles, Sir.” The Barman said. I hope you…”

“How many?” Emeka asked as he was guided to his seat.

“The barman looked back and scooped in a figure, “Ten, I guess.” HE said and hoped Emeka wouldn’t see it was only three.

“How much?”

“One thousand, five hundred naira.” He said and Emeka said it’s okay, he will pay.

The barman clenched his teeth in regret and hoped he had said the figure was twenty. Nevertheless, as he guided Emeka to his table, he deliberately placed the bottles at the edge of his table and hoped he broke more of them!

END OF CHAPTER 1

*cover art by Niki de saint phalle art artist

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HOW TO IDENTIFY AND AVOID VANITY PUBLISHERS AS AN ASPIRING/UPCOMING WRITER

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It is no news that every writer would love to get published, but what most of us failed to realize is that, as an aspiring and upcoming writer, we must understand one thing- we are an easy target!

I am sorry that I have to be that blunt about it, but how else does one say the truth without saying the truth?

Many so called ‘publishers’ will hijack your work, trash you and your work, tell you to forget about writing, tell you to bring a fortune for editing or publishing and so on. You will be put in a snooker, such that you will forget that you even have an option.

But believe me, not all these vanity publishers are so harsh with the way they respond to your submission, some of them are so nice, until they get hold of your manuscript.

WHO IS A VANITY PUBLISHER/HOW CAN YOU RECOGNISE THEM?

Vanity (or subsidy) publishers are what we can call ‘a glorified printing press owners’. Someone just got the opportunity to own a lovely printing press and viola, he calls himself a publisher just because he is in the art of obtaining ISBN for the unsuspecting writers!

These people set up companies and employ some editors who will proofread your manuscripts and most times, have no idea of what you were even trying to pass on. Vanity publishers don’t even have time to read your manuscripts- they rarely do. The moment they see your mail, and probably your synopsis and your three sample chapters (which was never read because they don’t really care about you), they will send you a nice reply about how the board of editors have passed your book for the final editing and how you will be contacted if your manuscript is to be considered for publishing. Be rest assured, it will be.

Now, after congratulating you about ‘your manuscript meeting their publishing standard’ (if ever they had any) and how it is being considered for publication, you will be asked to send the WHOLE MANUSCRIPT for the editor’s perusal (please, don’t) and a publishing agreement will be forwarded to you for your rejection or acceptance. You will definitely be thrown a bait of the popular 70% royalty on every sale too!

Now, don’t get it twisted, real publishers will require these too…

But the main focal point to identify a vanity publisher is that, “you will be required to pay a small fee as commitment before your book is published”. By the time they give you a price, you wouldn’t realize that it had already covered the cost of printing the required numbers of copies they promised to print (exactly what you paid for)!

Now, let us stop here and get some air.

Vanity publishers don’t care if your work meets any standard, and your manuscript is not even safe (especially if it is not copyrighted). All they wanted to do is their job- print and make profit. But after 500 copies (or whatever you paid for) have been delivered, your books will probably ‘not leave their shelf’.

For the marketing aspect, vanity publishers will provided with a free blog and hosted at a very cheap price- all within your payment! If you happened to make good sales after you are left to put in every last effort on marketing, good for them- not you, because the 30% that belongs to them is a plus, after the initial profit of printing. And worst still, you must have already entered a contractual agreement whereby, if your book ever made unexpected headlines, you are indirectly advertising them for a job you paid for, and helping them make more money.

They probably call themselves publishers because they have helped your lazy and ignorant self, purchase an ISBN for your book, registered in their name too. So, technically, they are profit-partakers of your work and owing part of the copyright. So, when you get lucky and either got a bigger book deal or a movie deal, don’t forget, you’ve got partners whom you’ve paid to help you print, collect ISBN and still waiting ripping you off by sharing in the profit!

Note that whoever owns the ISBN owns the book and the author.

SO, HOW DO YOU AVOID THEM?

Like I said, all steps involved, from submitting a manuscript and accepting to publish you, are real until they ask for the whole manuscript without a pre-contract. So,

1. Never send your manuscript without you getting an ISBN. This is very cheap, and the process is quite simple. Contact the copyright house in your locality. If you cannot afford this, ensure that your manuscript is published online (at your own risk), self-published (even if you won’t sell a copy of it, it will still be registered as a published book) or simply send a copy of the manuscript to yourself or friends by mail (they may not open it, but it will have a date and time as reference).

Vanity publishers employ ghoat writers who, with your synopsis and sample chapters, will rewrite your good story!

2. Don’t sign any stupid agreement that requires you to pay before you get published.

3. Don’t pay before or after you are being considered for publication.

ANOTHER WAY TO IDENTIFY VANITY PUBLISHERS IS TO IDENTIFY THE REAL PUBLISHERS

1. That will offers to take on the publishing and major marketing expenses;
2. That are ready to assign you an editor to take you through your whole editing experience and;
3. Ready to meet with you or your agent to discuss terms and agreement.
4. They may offer you a pre-contract before asking for the whole manuscript (pre-contract is not necessary, but you may be asked to sign an agreement for the safety of your manuscript) and
5. Will be ready to give you (not a whole 70% of sales but maybe far lesser because they are the one taking on the expenses including major marketing) your royalty.
6.     Real (traditional) publishers will show the zeal to publish your manuscript if they feel it will bring in profit through sales, thus, they are always ready to spend their money and make it go places while you are made ready to read the excerpts to book clubs, sign autograph and rake in royalties with less effort.

So, dear readers, before you are being deceived by Printers who brand themselves as publishers, think twice and do not be in a hurry or you will be left to market your books at car parks just to break even (if you ever will).

Printers already made their profit the moment you pay them to print the numbers of copies that your payment covers, and you will do all the marketing for them.
Do not bring down your guard or write off yourself because they believed you cannot make it in the outside world- who says?

Remember, keep writing, and keep getting better.

Thank you.

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FREQUENTLY ASKED QUESTIONS ABOUT SETTING UP YOUR SMALL SCALE, MEDIUM SCALE OR LARGE SCALE GARRI PROCESSING FACTORY

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I have come to realise that people who needs to know about garri processing always ask the same pattern of questions. this is the reason why i decided to put down these questions and paste for others to learn and quench their curiosity. Questions ranges from,
how can i set up a garri processing plant? What is garri processing? how can i make profit if i go into garri processing? How to set up a small scale, medium scale and large scale garri processing plant. How can we produce cassava flour? How to produce Garri ijebu, Garri egab and yellow garri? What will it cost to set up a garri processing plant in nigeria? Anyway, here we go.

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Can we know you?

My name is simply Dare. The prefix of Mr or Builder (Being a building technologist by profession) is not necessary. I am a graduate since 2010.

Since when have you being in the farming business?

2013. We still have seven hectares of cassava farm in Akure that we manage and will be ready for harvest soon. Another four at iwo, in osun state. This is after suffering great losses due to arson on eleven hectares of land at Abeokuta, and the indifferent of the government due to this loss that was 100% not our fault. A lot of other farmers, mainly youth, are also affected. Also, when I said we, we are a group of young graduates. In fact, my other two colleagues have masters in Agricultural related courses with hands on practice.

But the issue of planting a cassava and not processing is no more related.

What do you mean? Is processing of cassava more lucrative than cultivating and selling?

Planting cassava without having to process it is going to be a loss. Apart from the fact that the prices are now nothing to cushion a break-even situation, it is NO MORE LUCRATIVE!Why is cassava cultivation no more lucrative?

TME 419 is the best variety from IITA. It allows multi-cropping and has the required starch content needed in many end products of cassava. Be it, garri, ethanol, starch and so on. This variety also has a very strong resistance against the popular mosaic disease. That was the edge we have over the local farmers until they got hold of the steams and BOOM, it was all over! Abd since they realised that it produces more than ten times the tubers they usually get from the local varieties, they sell in appalling prices that makes us redundant. That was why we started looking towards processing- Garri processing, to be precise. Though, we have a master’s degree graduate of food technology, who will put you through if you prefer flour as an end product.

What did you know about Garri production?

Everything! Ask me, and you will get your answer!

How did you get to know much?

Apart from the fact that as a kid, I involved in local garri processing a lot. I also had my training on modern garri processing at IITA and a hand on practicals at Ilorin, kwara state. I know virtually everything you need to know about the processing- from peeling  to effective bagging.How many types of garri do we have? Can we even say we have different types of garri?Of course, we do. The majors being Ijebu garri, Egba garri, garri igbo (yellow garri) and koko garri (Not dbanj’s o) Many people don’t know that we habe a type of garri that is produced from the leftovers after producing the real garri that is called koko garri. This garri behaves exactly like cassava flour. In fact, this garri is like flour and very thin in the hand like the flour.  When preparing it, it requires half of what the normal garri will require to produce a meal. It puffs and swells very easily. It could also be drunk, especially for those who may complain that coarseness of garri is too harsh on their oesophagus. In short, just think of an Amala in a garri form. And taste is unique!

Are the processes different?

Of course, the processing is what differentiates them.And what are these processes involved in the production of different types of garri?We shall discuss this in full in my manual- These four major types of garri and the FULL method of production. You will understand why the texture and taste are different.

OK. This will make me ask this, do you have a garri factory?

For now, when we need to, we process through small scale and local factories around us. We are not ready for a factory unless it is a larger scale. We are already saving towards this. The money involved is not really easy. Though, we are available to be partnered with in this area. You supply the fund and we set up and manage your factory for an agreed period of time and an agreed fee.

How much does it costs to have a small scale, medium and large scale factory?

For a small scale, you need at least, two plots of land, and around 500,000 naira and 650,000 naira for the machines. The structure depends on your taste. You don’t need a proper structure. Just a shedlike structure to house the machines and the frying area. You will be able to produce, at LEAST, 40 bags of 50kg per week. The machines are, probably, a peeler, 1ton/hr grater, a fermentation rack, two pressers, two frying trays and a grinder.

For a medium scale; you will need between 650,000 naira and 1 million naira. The structure will depend on your taste. Machines are, a 2tons/hr grater, a fermentation rack, two pressers, one or two sifter(s), three frying tray or a small mechanical fryer and a grinder/hammer mill. You should produce, AT LEAST, 150 – 200 bags of 50 kg each week. For a large scale, look at the bigger picture because you probably are going international. You will require machines in the range of 1.3 million and above (as your lordship wishes). You will need at LEAST, a peeler, two 2tons/hr or a 4tons/hr grater, fermentation racks, four pressers, two sifters, a mechanical fryer (no frying trays unless you’ll make room for at LEAST, five) and a hammer mill (No grinder).

Please, note the word, ‘AT LEAST’ in all the three tiers. Also, understand that a frying tray is capable of frying 25kg in 30 minutes. All machines must be made of stainless steel parts to avoid contamination with iron. This will, of course, fail the test conducted by THE FOOD REGULATORY BODY LIKE NAFDAC and your exportation license will be denied. There are other factors you must consider.

What are the factors to be considered by NAFDAC in order to approve a garri processing factory?

This simply means the way you set up and arrange your production such that they are well coordinated with an end product that is not contaminated in any way. They are in the MANUAL

I see. Which one is better- Mechanical fryer or manual?

I believe what you meant by manual, is the frying tray.The decision on the use mechanical fryer is far deeper than the output you wanted. Take it or live it, making garri is an art. It is far more than a machine doing the artistry. It is impossible to get what you want. Quote me anywhere.

Small scalers and some of the medium scalers are going to be focused on the local market- mostly, the lower and middle classes who will choose their garri types to suit various occasion. In the local process, you sprinkle, you turn, you add more, you leave to burn, you dry, you wet, you dehydrate and so on. Each process are either combined or removed to ensure you achieve the particular type you wanted that suits the taste and have effect that is desired.

Now, the mechanical fryer works exactly like a popcorn machine. It is developed to produce large scale in one process that will be cooled and bagged. The processes and art are not considered. Most times, the rich folks or foreign folks they target do not know the difference. It’s just like mixing flour with cocaine. You don’t get to get the finest finish or choose types. You have one product churned out every time.

If you have been to the local factory, you will understand and appreciate these guys. They know when to press, when to turn, when to leave to burn and which side they have to touch. But the machine just roll and roll and turn until it’s dried.

I am not against this- but most definitely not necessary for the first two scalers. But for the larger scalers, the machine is your only friend.


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That is insightful. So, how do you come in?

Do you want a sketch/detailed drawing for factory? Call me. There is a price for either a sketch or a full architectural drawing. Check below for example. Put it in mind that both will be well detailed. While large scale producers may need an architectural drawing because of documentation and processing when they wanted to go international, small scalers and medium sized, don’t.

example of a sketch (residential)

exmaple of a sketch

Do you want me to personally supervise this project? No problem. With years’ of experience as a site manager and still counting, on the construction site, you’re safe.

Do you want an estimated cost of materials and so on? Call me. I will calculate the exact number of materials (blocks, cement, reinforcements etc.) that you require for each phase of work. This will keep you on the safer side and allow you plan.

We offer training too. That is, after your factory is set. We allow on of ours to manage (with an assistant who will closely work with him in order to take over. The assistant will be from you) for an agreed month- a minimum of six months. You will provide accommodation and salary.

How about sales? How lucrative is this?

I use to answer this question with another question. If it is not lucrative, why does it still flood the market? The local market is enough to consume anything you produce, no matter how large. Assuming you are prepared for the distribution through chains of networks either in warehouses, shops or the market place.

But what happens when the price of garri goes down?

This is food and not just another thing. People will seek for this product even when all other things could be ignored. When prices go up, it means the cost of production, which is mainly on the raw product (cassava tubers) and not on manpower, has risen. And when the prices fall, then there is a glut in the sale of tubers. You are probably buying lesser that before. But the good side of this is that, prices of the end product don’t really go down, you still make good profit especially if you already have your buyers which you would have. Either way, your profit is not disturbed. The only way a company folds up is when the raw materials are high and your produce is higher and people reject it. But this is food, how could they reject a staple food? Just imagine the price of rice going up and Thailand and people refused to buy… it will only happen in mars and not on earth!

So, you are saying that profit is assured in garri production?

Yes, it is. Either the raw products increases or decreases in price.Staff- lets discuss that. How does one choose his staff for his garri processing factory?Like I used to say, don’t pinch your factory where the raw material is scarce, and try to be near a village where you get cheap labour and staff. You only one staff- the manager- probably a local champion who will learn to operate the machines and monitor the others who peel, wash, pack and so on. Other workers will work daily. This gives room for competition and saves money when you are not producing. These people get paid for work done and work done only! Even when they are up to 100 on a pile of cassava heap, and they were able to peel a basket each… each get paid per basket peeled. You got that, right?

Of course. How much does it cost to produce a ton of garri?

I cannot tell you this, but it is so cheap to produce. For example, a drum of cassava is peeled for just 300 naira, and around 500 naira to grate, around 150 naira to press it. The one who will fry it is the same person who sees to its grating, pressing and sifting. She will fry 25kg at just 200 naira. A drum will produce at least, 50 kg, which is sold around 7,000 and above. Do the math. These prices are different in other places, but believe me, having your factory where it matters mattered a lot, in regards to your profit. You may have to forget about building a store if you set up closer to a village. I remembered we rented a room for just 7,000 once when we were producing for a client in Osun state- he had 5 hectares of cassava back then.

How does one source for the raw material in garri production? Do we need to plant cassavas too?

Planting is a cheap way and easy but never easy. You tend to have at least 30 hectares to keep producing all year round. This is for large scalers! Though, you may look towards having your own farm as a small or medium scaler, but take me on my words: If you set up your factory as I would advise, and you are short of the raw materials, then you call me out! The thing is this, set up near you raw material, set up a few kilometres from it, you raw materials will seek you out! You will be amazed by how this product is being sought after. People who have a big yard and resell cassava tubers, even in the city, don’t have problem sourcing or selling out within two days!The best way to identity the best cassava tubers are in my manual- one advice_ do not buy tubers that has been removed from its stem for as long as 48 hours!

Be rest assured, you will get a pickup (local truck) of well packed cassava tubers from the loval farmers as low as 12, 000. Note that this truck has a minimum capacity to pack one and half tons when packed. And when really packed, three tons! You can see why we decided to leave cassava cultivation for our daddies because before, a ton is as much as 18, 000. But market don spoil. Processing gets it all. You buy VERY cheap and make more money!

How much is a bag of garri in the market?

Which type of the bags? 10kg, 15kg, 25kg or 50kg? Now, understand this, no matter the price you sell, your profit is assured because the cost of production is low, anywhere, if you just follow my pattern.

 Which is?

…which is in my manual

For free?

Nope. N1, 000. It is a 54 (fifty four) paged handbook that you need to get and read in order for you to be able to understand these processes and take charge without anybody telling how to do it. With this book, you are already and expert in garri productions and the management of the factory. It is titled:

 BE YOUR OWN MANAGER!!!

The manual will entails details on the best way to site your factory, best way to produce and save money. It will explain the processes of production from peeling to bagging. Bagging is important- you want to really know that. It will deal with staffing and best way to effective sales too. Like I used to say, it will make you your manager without a problem. All the details of my training are included, the nitty gritty, and every other questions.

This manual contains some of the requirements that THE FOOD REGULATORY BODY LIKE NAFDAC is looking for in setting up a garri processing factory, such that a process doesn’t contaminate the other. This will also give insight to the best machine for each job.It contains the cons, like I have earlier and what you need to know. Believe me. It contains the contact of the best fabricator in Nigeria. Yes, like I have said- he currently works with the EU on food production and currently working with IITA to produce a mechanical fryer that is more effective and cost effective. These fryers are available now and ready to anyone.

So, everybody got to buy this?No, not everyone. For example, those who patronize any of my services got to get this for FREE plus a free phone consultation, anytime of the day! But those who don’t want my services may buy for another reason. But this manual doesn’t have an architectural plan for your factory.

What are the services you render as far as garri processing plant is concerned?

1.       The detailed sketch or an architectural plan
2.       Supervision
3.       Management and Training

4.       Building Estimation

Any of the three will earn you the manual and other feeebies!

So, how much are your services.

Call me +2347035593128

wale.joseph.oludare@gmail.com

acmesuccess007@gmail.com

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One last question. Can we have the list of table of contents for the manual?

 Why not?

The contents include:

•      setting up your factory (reducing costs of production)

•       environmental factors

•       let’s get the machines (with prices)

•       major types of GARRI and their processes of production

•       know your cassava tubers (how to spot the best)

•       choose your staff/manager

•       peeling and washing

•       grating and the grating area

•       fermenting and pressing

•       frying and other processes

•       bagging and storage

•       marketing and sales

•       basic production of cassava flour

•       contact your local fabricator with a voucher for       discount

PICTURES ARE INCLUDED!!!

If you feel the need to ask more questions after reading the manual, call me and you will be attended to.

So, how do we get this manual:

FOLLOW THIS LINK TO GET YOUR MANUAL. THANK YOU.

Fair enough; thank you for your time.

It is my pleasure. Thank you.

*please, note that prices stated here are as at the time of publication. The poster is not responsible for price change. Thank you.

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BE YOUR OWN MANAGER- A comprehensive guide to managing your own GARRI processing factory

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BECOME YOUR OWN MANAGER is a comprehensive guide to succeed in managing your own GARRI PROCESSING FACTORY. This is based on years of practicable experiences and rigorous training by the Author. YOU CAN READ MY PREVIOUS POST ON SETTING UP AN EFFECTIVE SMALL SCALE GARRI PROCESSING PLANT HERE AND INTERVIEW HERE.

With this manual, you can also contact the Author directly for your free consultation anytime!

The book is a 54paged document that contains what you need to become your manager without an extra hand. Even if you must have an extra hand, you need to understand exactly how this works and what goes on in your factory. You need to the best way to go about the Garri production. This manual will take you there within minutes!!!

The contents include:

•      setting up your factory (reducing costs of production)

•       environmental factors

•       let’s get the machines (with prices)

•       major types of GARRI and their processes of production

•       know your cassava tubers (how to spot the best)

•       choose your staff/manager

•       peeling and washing

•       grating and the grating area

•       fermenting and pressing

•       frying and other processes

•       bagging and storage

•       marketing and sales

•       basic production of cassava flour

•       contact your local fabricator with a voucher for discount.

YOU CAN REQUEST VIA YOUR EMAIL by calling me directly on +2347035593128 or through an email to: 

garriguy007@gmail.com

or 

slidewaxie@gmail.com

with a payment of 2,000 naira, you will get your manual in pdf format delevered to your email.

YOU CAN ALSO BUY DIRECTLY WITH PHONE CREDIT OR CREDIT CARD FROM okadabooks.com HERE. BUT YOU WILL BE REQUIRED TO DOWNLOAD THE APPLICATION IF YOU ARE USING A PHONE AND NOT A LAPTOP OR A PERSONAL COMPUTER

YOU CAN ALSO GET IT FREE IF YOU PAY FOR ANY OF THESE SERVICES:

BEING A BUILDING TECHNOLOGIST BY PROFESSION,

1. We will give you a well detailed sketch of your factory. The sketch will of course be detailed. This is more situable for small scalers and medium scalers. Exmaple of a sketch is below: 

THE COST FOR THIS IS JUST 20, 000 naira for a detailed sketch.  And with this, you will have a free BE YOUR OWN MANAGER manual, free phone consultation and maybe a free estimate of your foundation phase only. Any other estimate, you will have to pay.

2. We provide you with a detailed Architectural plan for your large scale garri processing factory.

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3. We also offer Managment and Training

4. Building Estimation

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DESTINY: AN INEVITABLE VIRUS

How shall we succeed? How shall we make it in life? How can we escape the writhing unexpected outcome of our effort?

Life, a very funny program that works hand-in-hand with fate. Many times, I am left to wonder who the architect is. When life and fate combine, we have destiny- a synergy and a program that acts like a virus, corrupting every plan and dishing out new and surprising outcome.

Destiny, a program that works like an electricity- your ignorance or literary prowess doesn't matter, you get burnt by it. You don't even have to believe in a higher power. What I heard is that you can't escape it.

Sometimes, when I think about life and how it all turned out to be for me, or for some other people, I hiss. I don't marvel or get surprised. I have learnt to understand that that virus will always manifest, no matter how hard, how well or how beautiful you have written your program codes. By the time you want to run it, the virus always comes in. I want to believe that no matter how you plan, you can't outwit destiny.

Look at it this way- many times, people look at others and within seconds, they could write them off, tell them on or even forecast their future.

Watching some kids in my poor neighborhood, I loved to guess who has a future and who doesn't. But yet, experience and observations made me understand that a surprise, like a twist in every good movie, is always around the corner.

"Oh, he's just farm boy, an  illiterate with a slim chance of a stable future," we say.

But then,

"Who would have thought this boy could make it? He was just farm boy, tending to cow and pigs when I knew him." We may be prepared to say in the nearest future.

There's no need to try and act like a saint and say we never look down on people cos we did- maybe once. And most of us who have decided to stop this already know better than to try and foresee what was not.

This virus is real: forget what you think you know.

I am not in any way suggesting that you stop trying, but don't take it too hard on yourself if it doesn't work out as you've planned it. And I am not asking you to give up if it doesn't work as planned, I am only asking you to retry and maybe it was programmed to work the second time, the third, fourth...or maybe not.

Life + fate = destiny.

And destiny is the virus that corrupts every plan or assist it...

But keep on trying, maybe when you press enter to run the code you have written, you will escape this virus and your program will be a success. And if doesn't, pls retry- because in rewriting this code, in retrying, we are bound to succeed. Maybe not.

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THE END OF MY FEARS

THE END OF MY FEARS


Oh ye, my fears!
Will you come a little closer?
You must lend me your ears
I can’t tolerate your strength any longer

The more I try to avoid you
The more you get closer
The more I try to evade you
The more you get stronger

Your arrogance reeks to the sky
With your strength, you pulled me down
Your victory, you always declare
Even in my sweat, I was always the clown

You bullied me at the slightest chance
You laughed at me when I was down
You abandoned me in my moments of trance
You made me into nothing but a clown

Today, we must come to terms
And you must lend me your ears
From today, you will reside by my side
There will be no more drifting apart

I must keep my courage close
But you, my fears must stay closer
I will go all the ways you go
Until the last of your existence is conquered

Oh ye, my fears
Will you come a little closer?
You must lend me your ears
I can’t tolerate your strength any longer

*while I was a kid, I had my shares of fears. Many of which I respected and try to avoid. But as I grow older, I realised that, avoiding your fear will o ly make it stronger. You have to pull it closer to your heart, embrace it- and it will only be then, that you can conquer it.
Thank you.

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INTRO: THE GODS ARE YET TO BE BLAMED

This is a traditional themed novel, studded with African culture and tradition.

This is a story of a man, once a royal, now a mere chief, who is obsessed with taking back his ibgeritance- even when the gods have spoken against it!

AN EXCERPT FROM THE BEST TRADITIONAL THEMED BOOK BY KINGwax Oluwdamilare:

THE GODS ARE YET TO BE BLAMED!!!

PROLOGUE

... tonight, before the moon is swallowed by the cloud, the King and I, must know our fate.” Ajigi, Kuje’s father.

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The night was very dark- dead without sound and movements except the crickets that chirp through the darkness into the silence and the fireflies that glow around the tall grasses. The moon has refused to show and the stars hid deep within the dark weird clouds. Everything was inexplicably unusual.

There was a hut, alone and isolated as expected by the policy of the Kingdom of Lisa- the Chief Priest’s abode must lie far away at the outskirts of the Kingdom. It is believed that any evil that is determined to visit the Kingdom must first meet with the Priest, who, by the powers conferred on him by the gods, will conquer them.

A thick white smoke crawls painfully out of the small window opening of the mud house, and the room flickers as the wind forces the fire on the oil lamp to dance to its tune. Ajigi, the Chief Priest of Lisa Kingdom lay carefully on a straw mat that was spread beside the fire that scratches the bottom of a clay pot placed atop it. Inside the pot were many herbs boiling what passed as a concoction of medicine. Kuje, the son of the sick Chief Priest removed the lid off the pot to check if the medicine was ready. 

  

“How is it?” Ajigi asked in a distant voice; a voice that seemed it was vaporizing and coming from the great beyond. 

“Just a few minutes, Baba; your medicine will be ready. This medicine will surely…”

“Surely do what?” Ajigi cuts in and coughs dryly. “You are just being stubborn, my son. I already told you what the gods wanted, and there is no going back even if we try. You cannot upset the balance.”

“But, we can try, Baba. The gods might change their mind.”

Ajigi, the sick, dying Chief Priest couldn’t hide his laughter at the foolishness of his son. He delivered it fine, admits coughing and wheezing, all in a huskiness.

“Relax, Baba.” Kuje helped his father lay his head back on the pillow made by bundling various clothes together.

“A man who draws back mucus into the nose only deceives himself; because when the time comes, the mucus will come back as phlegm. No matter how you try to save me, no matter how many ways you take, there will only be one result.” Ajigi said. “Where is the King?” He asked. His voice wedged to hang between the dead and the living.

“He is still in the consulting room, Baba.”

“You need to deliver the message to him…now.”

“But Baba, this message is too heavy for me. Maybe that is why the gods gave you the message themselves.” He said and looked away.

“Then, you must learn to be prudent in delivering life-threatening messages if it needed be. If one is sent a message as slave, one must learn to deliver as a freeman. The gods themselves visited this morning, and you must deliver this message to the King himself.”

Kuje sank on the floor, his arms on his knees as he pondered on how well to deliver such a message.

“But, Baba…” He wanted to start, but the Chief Priest cuts in,

“Go…now. It is running late. Tonight, before the moon is swallowed by the cloud, the King and I must know our fate.”

Kuje hesitated for a minute. He looked at his dying father who appeared to be sleeping without any concern. He stared him for a moment until his father’s cough reminded him of the message he has to deliver. He prepared himself to meet the King in the consulting room.

CHAPTER 1

“The words of the gods are madness, but only the wise understands them.” …Kuje.

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 “Are you sure of this message or you will like to go back and ask your father again? I am sure the gods are not crazy. They purposeful chose my family to rule over this Kingdom!” King Balala whispered as Kuje delivered the message of the gods. “What you are asking is not only impossible, it is equally insane. I hope you know that?” The King said to the young man, Kuje, who sat on a big log of wood as a seat.

“We are not asking you to do anything; the gods are the ones who have directed you…”

“Then your gods are wrong on this one,” the King interjected with his deep, intimidating voice.

“The words of the gods are madness, but only the wise understands them.” Kuje replied the King. He continued, “I hope you will listen so that your child may succeed you as the King. Remember, what an elder sees while seated, a child cannot see even if he stands.”

“Well, not if the elder is a midget, and the child is a giant!” He countered. “You see, Kuje,” the King moved closer and whispered, “Have you considered that your father’s sickness may have affected what he actually heard from the gods?”

“My father is not sick, my King…”

Ajigi coughed loudly from inside the room and wheezed- his throat appeared to be blocked. Kuje threw a glanced at the King who looked away in contempt- He was vindicated. 

“King Balala,” Kuje called his name like a true Priest, “the gods do not whisper! My father heard them loud and as clear as the spring water.”

“Then what else did the gods say? Tell me, and I will prove to you that your father’s hearing is already impaired. Probably… maybe slightly, by the strange sickness that suddenly befell him.” The King said, enraged.

“Well, if you must know, the gods also said that I, Kuje, the first and only son of Ajigi, the Chief Priest of Lisa Kingdom, will be pronounced the Chief Priest after the death of my father!”

There was silence, a total one. Even the chirping of the crickets was swallowed by the silence. The King stood up quietly, his eyes fixed on Kuje. Kuje slammed the butt of his staff on the floor, and the charms tied on the staff make a resounding clang. 

“You are indeed mad!” The King finally said. “Now, I Know, that your father’s hearing has been affected by the sickness. It is indeed true that if a man takes too much of his time while defecating, the wrong flies shall meet him there! Your father’s sickness has been around for too long, I believe that other small sickness has started visiting him. He now hears the voices of the dead. I suggest you ease his passage into the great beyond before he does more damage.” 

Kuje shook his head and laughed.  

“How, how can the gods say that you will become the Chief Priest after your father when we all know, that by culture, tradition and rules laid down by the gods themselves, the Chief Priest will be chosen from the second family of Priesthood? In case it passed you by, and you didn’t have the time to grasp it, please open your ears and understand that, Alakija, the son of Akilapa will become the Chief Priest and not you! That is the tradition.”

“And since when did you become the voice of the gods, King Balala?” Kuje asked with all seriousness. “You are even worried about how the gods will work their mystery. I do not have to argue with the gods. I ask you to do the same.” Kuje replied him calmly.

The King looked at him with hatred and contempt before he hissed and stormed out to be swallowed by the darkness!

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Ajigi opened his eyes suddenly as the King stormed out. He shook his head and smiled.

“Whom the gods will kill, they first make mad.”

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...that same night

Iya Abiye, the Kingdom’s midwife who has successfully helped deliver almost sixty babies in Lisa Kingdom suddenly woke from her deep sleep. She was sweating and scared right on the spot. The frogs croak loudly into the air like they were rehearsing some kind of strange music. She placed her hand on her chest to catch her breath- she panted like rat pursued by a cat.

Slowly, she arose from her mat and grabbed the oil lamp beside her.  She walked slowly into one of the rooms to check on her patients whose time of delivery was near. She checked the two of them, and found out that they were both sleeping, sound and fine- in separate rooms. In her old frail self, she was glad, but nevertheless, still scared of what the gods has requested of her as they visited her in her dreams. She whispered to herself;

“I should see the Chief Priest and tell him this confusing dream. How can I invite the wrath of the Kingdom upon myself? This is an abomination! My enemies might have projected into my dream and hoped that I will misbehave. This message is not from the gods. It is impossible for the gods to ask me to do this. How do I know that this dream was truly from the gods and not a lie from …?”

Before she could finish her statement, there was a light breeze despite the tight walls around her, and the fire from her lamp started to dance frantically to the strange music of the strange wind. It danced, and danced, uncontrollably, until it died- abruptly! There was total darkness and total silence. Even the frogs, stopped rehearsing their strange music, as they buried their heads into the swamp. Her breathing was heavy and loud- she could hear her heart beat. Then suddenly, the light came on by itself with a whoosh sound.

Iya Abiye quickly went on her knees after the sign from the gods, “I will do as you wish”, she said, “I will do as you wish; please forgive me.” She whispered and there was darkness again!

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CHAPTER 18: BLOOD ON THE ALTAR

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The Sunday service was so awesome, the Church could sense that Sister Blessing was in a good mood. Sister Rucks was the backup instead of Sister Hannah. Sister Hannah, no one has seen her that Sunday. There wouldn’t have been a problem about that if not the fact that Deacon Abigail was in Church, and Hannah wasn’t. The Pastor has already informed the Deacon about the test she was supposed to carry out on Hannah who, as at three weeks ago, has agreed to go on with the test. But now, she was absent, her phone was switched off after failing to pick her calls.

Sister Blessing’s spirit was so high that the people of God were blessed after being drenched in an unusual dew of praise and worship. The Pastor was glad that the Coordinator was absent; he now has this inexplicable dislike for him; one he didn’t want to admit. Nevertheless, he may accommodate him if he still wants to be a member.

After the service, the Pastor called Blessing into his office. She wasn’t sure what he wanted, but she was sure he wouldn’t blame her for Hannah decision to run and not come for the test as agreed because the Pastor was not smiling as usual, and his hands were just in his pocket. He spoke and didn’t even wait for an answer before turning to leave for his office. Blessing sighed the moment he disappeared.

“Hey, hey,” a voice whispered. She turned aside and it was Sister Sarah.

“What? Were you in the service today?” Blessing asked with a smile. She wanted to know if Sarah also felt her ministration. The church was in loud ovation after she finished the praise and worship session. “I thought you wanted to leave forever.” She said after Sarah appeared not interested in her question.

“Listen, I am not supposed to be here, but there may be a problem”’ she said, her face radiating fear.

“Relax, what’s up?” Blessing said in a hush.

“Is Bukky in Church?” Sarah asked.

“What? You didn’t hook her up with Johnson?” Sister Blessing asked with a frown. “I already talked to Johnson and he accepted to fuck…” She looked around to see if no one has heard her say that, “he agreed to have sex with her till she can’t remember her name. All you got to do was just convince her to forget about Jackson and…”

“See, that’s the problem,” Sarah blurted. “You always think you are the smartest and all others are dumb.”

Blessing rolled her eyes and sighed. “I.did.not.say.that. Okay?” She pronounced the words one after the other. “I am only saying you need to…put in an effort and…”

“She refused!” Sarah cuts in sharply. “She didn’t even want to hear it. She said it’s either Jackson or no one else. Not even the...” she looked around and whispered, “…the Pastor.”

Blessing sighed. She removed her hat and scratched her head.  Everything was silent, not even her dear Sister Mary had a suggestion. “You know what?” She said at last.

“No, you tell me,” Sarah said, turning her mouth.

“You leave Bukky to me; I will see what I can do.”

“You better do. I don’t want to go to jail….”

“Sister Sarah?” The Pastor interjected. The two ladies were startled.

“Good morning…em…afternoon Sir.” Sarah said, correcting herself, for the time was 1:30 pm.

“How are you?” The Pastor said, his face still wrinkled; not happy, not good.

“I’m fine, Sir.”

“Why are you not with the Choir today? I didn’t even know you were in Church.”

“Sir, I... am… em … I was a little bit ill. I just want to rest for today and…”

“That is no problem,” the Pastor cut in. “The management discussed the issue that happened three weeks ago, you may need to be present at the meeting now, with em… em… what is the name of that Sister who helped found your lost phone?”

“Sister Bukky, Sir.” She said, scared by a bit.

“Yes, Sister Bukky. Is she around too?”

“No, Sir,” Blessing and Sarah answered in a unison. They shook their heads with dead eyes.

“Wow,” that’s…that’s something because I will like both of you to be around so that your statements could be taken for the purpose of records. I want to make some drastic,” he gestured with his hands by cupping and twisting it, “changes and I will need all purposes and records to back me up. So…”

“Sir,” Sarah found an opportunity, “you know, she lives just a stone throw away, I can go call her now before the meeting ends so that we can…”

“That will be great, Sister Sarah. Can you… do that now?”

“Of course, Sir,” she replied and started walking away.

“Thank you,” he said and turned to Blessing. “You ready?”

“Yeah…yeah, but I need to pack my bag and…”

“Five minutes, please. We are waiting.” He said and started walking away to his office.

Immediately Sarah saw that the Pastor was out of sight, she rushed back and whispered. “I am out of here. You are not going to see me again. I told you this was all a bad idea.”

“You need to relax. They just wanted a word.” Blessing tried to calm her down. “But it will still be a good idea not to come back,” she said, saving herself.

“Of course, I won’t. You better take care of Bukky before she blows everything up in your face because I won’t be there to share the shame that will follow.”

“I will handle this.” She said firmly.

“Of course you should.”

“We will find a way out,” Sister Mary came in.

“I know we would,” Blessing answered back, audibly.

“What?” Sarah asked with a surprise. “There is no more ‘we’ here! You will have to…”

“I wasn’t talking to you,” Blessing said.

“We? You just said ‘we’,” Sarah insisted.

“And I said I wasn’t talking to you!” Blessing answered firmly with a grunt.

“Last three weeks, you said ‘us’, and you weren’t talking to me. Now, you said ‘we’, you still weren’t talking to me. You definitely need to get yourself checked. You might really be going mad.”

“If you will excuse me, I have a meeting.” Blessing said and left her in her awe.

Sarah watched her with opened mouth. She was sure that madness was slowly creeping into her mind. She shook her head and hurried out of the premises, she promised herself she will never be coming back here, and she will never be found.







Chapter 17 (PART ONE): A WEEK EARLIER


Hannah hurried into the darkness and didn’t even mind leaving her flip-flop at the Coordinator’s classroom. She was glad that the Coordinator’s fiancé, Chinwe had come in at the right moment. That moment was her saving grace. She would have been raped by that maniac who called himself the Choir Coordinator. She was almost at the gate of the school when everything went dark, the generator was dead. She didn’t wait to find out what happened; she took to her heels.

As she walked quickly in the dark, she tried Jame’s number; he seemed to be the only one she could trust. She was sure she could sleep over at his place and go home tomorrow morning without a scratch. It was already past nine in the night and the gates to her neighbourhood would have been closed by 8:30 pm. She can always tell her mom she slept at Dupe’s place. She used to do that often, and Dupe also used to sleep over at her place. But Jame’s line was switched off, her heart skipped a beat; it appeared she was doomed for that night.

Dupe’s neighbourhood was just like hers; gate closes after 8:00 pm, but she didn’t stop walking to Jame’s place. She knew James wouldn’t flinch if she told her story, and he would allow her to sleep over, even with a snore.

Nevertheless, James is a party-goer; she hoped he hasn’t gone to the club tonight. That would be a disaster. Her mind raced back to what was just averted, and her body shivered in fear.  She tried Jame’s number again, it was still switched off. Fear ran down her spines. She wrapped herself with her arms and walked quickly. “James, please be at home,” she prayed as she increased her pace.


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Something woke James up from his sleep; it wasn’t his phone because he had switched it off to stop the incessant threatening phone calls from Emeka who kept counting down the time. Since Hannah has decided not to show up at his place, he resolved to fate to accept any consequence. He has even stopped worrying about calling Hannah to come over so that he can try to take her virginity. Something he didn’t understand why Emeka wanted him to do it at every cost.

With his hand, he felt for his phone on the bed, in the darkness- a small Nokia phone with a torch. As usual, there was no light, and he always needs it to see while trying to use the toilet. He found it right at the edge of the bed where it had almost fallen off the bed. He knew where the keypad that switches it on was, so he palpated the keypads and did just that and the room lit up dimly with the small torch from the phone.

He walked sleepily to the toilet and relieved his bladder. He didn’t stop thinking of what Emeka will do in few days’ time of he failed.

He walked back to his bedroom and landed on his bed to continue his sleep, but sleep itself eluded him. His mind wandered in the dark, and his thoughts were disturbed. He buried himself under his duvet and wished that death, if sleep wouldn’t, should carry him away- only for the night, though. The thoughts of what his other cult members might do because of his failure didn’t stop to be of a great disturbance to him.

He has been inside since 7:00 pm, and has been sleeping since then. In his mind, he thought it will be around 1:30 am, but when he picked his phone to check the time, it was only 10:03 pm! He hissed and was about to switch off his phone when it rang. He checked the caller, and couldn’t believe himself when he saw the name of Hannah blinking on the screen. He was almost jumping out of his bed when he reminded himself that the caller was Hannah. Maybe he has forgotten that Hannah wouldn’t even bulge. He decided not to pick it; it will be the same old story. And at this hour, she probably just wanted to say ‘hi’. So he ignored it.


END OF PART ONE OF CHAPTER 17

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