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The #EMILINKS N3,000,000 Giveaway is Still On! Meet Winners of Day 11 & be 1 of 10 Nigerians to WIN N10,000 Each Day #Emilinks #MyDoorStory – Day 12

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People are still winning and you can too!

The #Emilinks #MyDoorStory N3,ooo,ooo Giveaway is still on and each day for the past week, 10 lucky people have gotten N10,ooo for sharing photos of beautiful doors and the importance of the doors. More winners will be picked before the end of the month. Catch up with the previous days of the Giveaway

Catch up with the previous days of the Giveaway here.

Thank you so much for participating as we love the creative turn your short stories are taking and your creative photos. Please keep sending them in, it might be your turn to win today!

This week we are switching things up and instead of sharing a photo of your beautiful strong doors, we want to hear about the bad doors you have encountered and also see the “bad” doors. So get snapping!

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About Emilinks

Emilinks is a global manufacturer of world-class finishing and furnishing products such as doors, beds, kitchens, dining sets, wardrobes and shelves for homes, offices, hotels, royal palaces, presidential lodge, honeymoon suites and luxury villas. Emilinks uses a variety of innovative techniques blended with exclusive designs to build premium quality products.
With a record of excellence in all areas, Emilinks wants to empower Nigerians over the next 30 days!

MD/CEO of Emilinks Limited, Solomon E. Nwadiogbu, a very patriotic Nigerian is standing his ground to see that fake and substandard products are totally eliminated in Nigeria. He pioneered a campaign to eliminate fake and substandard products by crashing the prices of doors, wardrobes, kitchens and other furniture products in Nigeria.

We may have realized that doors play a huge part in our everyday lives. Ever wondered why there are so many philosophical sayings which include “Doors”, now is your time to reflect on the role doors play in your life and the disadvantage of having bad doors!

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How to participate in the N3,000,000 Giveaway

  • Take a clear photo of yourself featuring a really bad or substandard door
  • Share a story about bad and substandard doors and their disadvantages in your home and/or the society
  • We are looking out for creative, interesting, inspiring, intellectual and funny stories!
  • Creatively linking in the Emilinks brand will be a plus. The key word is CREATIVE.
  • Submit your entry via Twitter, Facebook, Instagram or on www.bellanaija.com/tag/emilinks
  • For entries on BN, simply leave a comment on the post of the day. e.g Day 8
  • Remember to add the hashtags #Emilinks and #MyDoorStory to your post on social media or comment on BN
  • Unfortunately, we cannot view social media entries via private accounts and DMs will not be accepted
  • 10 winners will be selected daily to win N10,000
  • Enter each day!

Be sure to find out more about Emilinks and explore the brand via the following channels.
Website – www.emilinks.com
Twitter – @emilinksng
Facebook – EmilinksNG

Abbreviated Terms & Conditions
Participants can enter as many times as possible
Entries reset each day at 10AM West African Time, therefore a new entry is required each day
10 Winners will be Chosen per Day
For social media entries, no Direct Messages permitted, only via Open/Public pages
For entries on BellaNaija, ensure you include an active email address in the email box
Winners will be chosen by an in-house judging panel
Assessment will be based on the photo and/or the story
Participants can only win ONCE during the 30 Day period
There is no entry fee for participation
Participants must be over 18 years old at time of entry
Winners can be based worldwide, however, MUST have a valid Nigerian bank account
Money will be paid via local bank transfer
For due diligence, list of participants names confirmed via bank account will be kept on record
List of winners’ social media handles and BN usernames will be published
Winners are encouraged to share news of their win via social media

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Here’s the list of our 10 lucky winners! You will be contacted today

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1.) Sarah O. August 18, 2016 at 11:12 am

So i decided to visit my fiance in his house. I was brought up with the mentality that you don’t visit a man’s house, especially your boyfriend, for anything can happen. He has been asking me to his place for a long time now, said he has something to show me. One faithful Sunday evening, I decided to go see what he wanted to show me. Ii took 1 hour, 24 minutes to do my makeup, cause i wanted to look good. I go there and my greatest dismay and disappointment, the first thing that spoiled the day was his door. Oh goodness! nna i haven’t seen anything like this, it doesnt even qualify to be called a door. The hinges was hanging, the knob had eaten up, if you pull it with force, it is off, and a rope was tied to it up pull it along, the base of the door had a hole large enough for a rabbit to easily pass through. in fact, i almost turned back, then my fiance opened up the door along with a cry like an overloaded old lorry. He had a grin on his face. I now asked him, babe, what did u want me to see all this while, i was already disappointed and angry, as if he knew about my reaction to the door of his house. He said i can explain……I was… i cut him short, so this is how you want to embarrass ,me right. haba. Please i have to leave now, i spangled out of the compound. He just laughed, I refused to pick up his calls, i had the thought of calling it off, can’t be with a man with such a door. Three weeks later, nothing from both of us, i decided to just go see him and say goodbye, one getting there, i couldn’t recognized his house again, It can be, a brand new door, and not just that, from Emilinks, no way! I jumped and hugged him like never before, he said, honey, that was a test, i installed it the next day you left, look, its Emilinks door. Solid and robust. Can we go in, and i hurriedly say yes! yes, And so Emilinks doors save me from leaving my love, my man,Thanks Emilinks. #MyDoorStory #Emilinks – Day 11

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2.) Teenah August 18, 2016 at 11:19 am #Emilinks #Mydoorstory #Day11

A few years back, I was a housewife, doing chores, washing the dishes, etc. I loved buying household appliances…I also used to be a huge procrastinator. Our front door had been giving us issues for quite a while and my husband had told me countlessly to have it either fixed or changed…i always ended that particular topic of discussion with “Oh sure darling, right away”….. As annoying as it may sound right now, i didn’t change the door like he instructed.

One morning, not more than 10 minutes after seeing my husband off, I was doing housework as usual, suddenly, there was a knock on the door..i wasn’t expecting anybody so i didn’t bother to answer the door. I continued what i was doing and guess what happened!! Without much struggle, the visitor forcefully opened the door!! I was shocked ..i mean the door was locked (that’s by the way tho). Next thing i heard was “Madam, wey oga?” I was shivering, i cldnt speak…i was quietly praying for the neighbours to hear his voice but our compound is very large and it was a time when they had gone about their daily businesses…He pulled out a pen knife( i know a pen knife is small but that thing scared me like a gun would), led me upstairs, took my husband’s Laptop, his shoes, a big file containing some documents and 150,000 cash he gave me for the door two weeks ago which i kept safely in the wardrobe..I cld only watch helplessly as this man took everything, i wasn’t crying because of what he took, i was crying because all these wldnt have happened had it been i changed the door.

When he was done, he led me downstairs and helped himself out. Long story short, my husband and i didn’t speak to each other for 1 whole week! I learned a great lesson: If only we had a strong door, we wldnt hv been robbed. Today, we are proud owners of an Emilinks brand of doors, i mean all the doors in my house are from #Emilinks doors.

Their doors will make robbers pee on themselves just cos they cldnt gain entrance into your home. Choose Emilinks today no matter how expensive their brand may be. It’ll be worth all your penny. #Emilinks #Mydoorstory #Day11

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3.) Ottih Chidalu Jennifer: #emilinks #bellanaija#day11 #my doorstory
It was my first day at work as the new receptionist. I have just been recently employed at a five star hotel. Being the first day I was very eager to go to work that I woke up as early as 4am to prepare for work. I decided to wear my best dress, a red flowered midi dress I usually keep for special occasions. On getting to the hotel, I worked majestically in a catwalk style feeling like Oluchi Onweagba in Victoria secret runway. As I walked past the Hotel staff room door, instantly I felt a force drawing me back as I heard the sound of my red dress tearing from the waist down to my knee. Oh God! I turned around and saw a huge nail on the door still holding some piece of my dress. That door handle was completely damaged with the nail being the only thing left in its place. I was very devastated. I cried my eyes out and wondered what a substandard door like this would be doing in a five star hotel. t was one of the worker who lived close to the hotel that lent me her dress. If only they had #Emilinks door installed, this wouldn’t have happened to me..

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4.) Iyantan John Holuwaseun – This is a big burden to me. Who will save me from this hardship and insecurity? This bad door needs to be replaced its has caused me so much lost and inconvenience. #MyDoorStory #Emilinks Day11

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5.) Adekoya Olusegun Shittu

Day 11- #Emilinks #MyDoorStory This Experience is a bad one and funny. Just A Month ago. On this fateful Saturday my wife was preparing soup also frying Fish, I came back from where I was watching ball I asked her is there anything to taste there, she said come and take fish as I was eating, she remembered Phcn people brought the bill of the month as I was going through it unknowingly I used the hand that I used to eat the fish to touch it. Thats not all o. I said I ll take the bill to the office on Monday to pay it ooo. On Monday, I wanted to take the bill o as promised the bill was no where to be found. We looked for it for minutes that I was late to work. I left my wife to it, she then called me, I can’t find the bill ooo. She asked me, did u touch the bill with your dirty hand with oil on Saturday she shouted Yeeeeeeeeeee u have entered one chance ooo. My Wife said: You told me u saw a rat some days back haaaaaaaa I suspect the rat o. When I came back we both looked for it, when we saw it. Wow it was beyond recognition pieces of d bill at d back of our shoe rack. I couldn’t cry that what sort of nonsense is it. We made sure we kill the rat o, we scattered the room and something’s where broken in the process. it’s a terrible one. We searched for where rat came in from we found that there is a little space under the door and even a hole on the door, so we had to call carpenter to patch the door pending the time we will go for a change to #Emilinks doors when they pay my salary. So beware! It’s a Lesson o. Thanks for the privilege #Emilinks gave us to share our #My DoorStory. Tell others too. Rats like sweet things, n dey do smell. Don’t use clean ur hands on ur clothes or rub d oil on ur body. It’s not good and dangerous. Thank You #Emilinks God Bless.
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6.) Iyke Man:  Having doors is not just about beautification. When choosing doors for your house, safety should be the watchword. Not just safety from robbers but also safety from accidents.
That was how I burnt my legs with the hot water that I was supposed to use in preparing tea for breakfast. That faithful morning, I mistakenly dashed my leg against a wood that pulled out from door and the hot water poured over my leg. “Holy Goodness” I Screamed holding my left leg. Out of anger, I kicked my door with my right leg And developed a worst injury.
“Wetin happen” Mr. Titus asked running into my room.
“Nail don chook me eh… Wetin carry me come here this morning for goodness sake”. Mr Titus screamed falling to the ground with blood gushing out from his leg. He managed to limp out of my room immediately. I couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
My laughter was cut short the moment I realised that my door had completely fallen off.

#Emilinks #MyDoorStory

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7.) @Factor88_: Badt doors will make you spend more, you just have to fix door-net

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8.) @Dopeycutie –  with a bad door like this, protection of life &properties is not guaranteed

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9.) @omolola_mbgt – #Day11 #Mydoorstory#Emilinks …. Like every other summer holiday my cousins came to stay at our place days passed the holiday was going smoothly until one fateful afternoon I had this feeling that something bad was going to happen immediately I went to lock the door so that the kids wunt go out only to find out that the handle of the door was faulty, I just had to make due with the padlocks not up to 30mins I had done that all we heard was a loud bang immediately I knew they Were robber they were pushing the door asking me to open it if nt they would hurt me I was so scared I could see the bolts shaking in other not to make them more angry I opened the door for them I was pushed to the ground a lot of things were stolen from the house but thankful no one was hurt…but all this happened because we didn’t have a strong door if not I won’t have opened the door myself #EmlinksThe incident got me very scared till now,cos anything can happen at anytime…..But,later on a friend introduced #Emlinks door to my Dad, and since then nothing of such has happened.Go for a strong door like emlinks cos it will help shield you from perpetrators and evil eye in the society and a good door like #Emlinks door can lead to a good story, opportunity and a glimpse in another wonderful life and I strongly believe behinde an emlinks door there is a good story to be told#mydoorstory.#Emlinks ….day 11@bellanaijaonline

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10.) @asajeffery – You might be wondering why I am in an awkward position in front of some ladies’ room. Weird right, you’re right. Well, I’m trying to depict a scenario that occurred a couple of weeks back.
It all happened so fast in the female’s hostel in my school. It was 6 a.m. in the morning and the ladies were busy with their normal routine, preparing for classes, dressing up and making up. A Potter was also busy, not with him expected duties though. He was busy spying on the ladies through the gap on the door.
A lady from another room who was going to jog caught him and raised alarm. Upon hearing this, ladies form other rooms ran outside, each with an object to beat the Potter up. Having a black eye was the least of his worries because he was lucky not to have both eyes lost to the blows of enraged girls, it also cost him his job.
Had it been that the school authority used #Emilinks doors, the privacy of these poor ladies would have been secured and the Potter wouldn’t have had the opportunity to act on his ill intention, thus he would still have his job. Thanks for reading #mydoorstory
Oh, just to clear the air. The ladies are on holiday, so there are nobody in the room I’m peeping into. I’m not a pervert oooooo

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116 Comments

  1. Ayo

    August 19, 2016 at 10:19 am

    Hmmm… What bad doors have done to me. The one incident I’d never forget happened many years ago, when I was still living in my former apartment at sakponba. I can’t remember the specific date but I know it was on a weekend. I just got married, and while my husband and I were ‘having fun’, my ill-mannered neighbor who never knocks before opening, opened the door.
    I felt so embarrassed, all I kept whispering to myself was ‘but I locked that door’. The door had issues, sometimes it stays locked, sometimes it doesn’t, even when it makes a click sound, a forceful push could rip it open. I was so unfortunate, why have this door neglected me this very moment? Out of shock my ill-mannered neighbor immediately slammed the door and ran off. I am only able to say it now because it happened a very long time ago, plus I am posting it anonymously on this site. #Emilinks #MyDoorStory. #Day12

  2. Lyop

    August 19, 2016 at 10:22 am

    This is a student’s hostel and if things are going to be done, they should at least be done well! It is the third time this year that the school has changed the doors to the rooms, in our hostel; they are beautiful looking doors with no value. My god! I don’t know where they get these doors from, but these doors have given us the worst experiences. A bang by a rushing student gets them spoilt. Late at night we can’t even read our books because a simple breeze will cause a loud sound from these weak doors. If you lock these doors without a paper in between, you will have to find another room to spend the night, we have to save a paper each day to fix in between our door, so that we don’t get locked out. I mean… the other day, we stood out for four hours; we couldn’t get through the main entrance because someone banged the door while rushing to class and the door hooked. Some of us had to be in class by 7AM the next day but we just stood there, late at night, suffering from the cold weather. Some students were even trying to climb a ladder to their rooms. Are we not supposed to walk through doors, and were doors not created for that purpose?
    Recently, we went for an excursion and we had to sleep at another university’s hostel. It was there we saw efforts made by the institution for students comfort. These students were even more reckless than students from our school, they banged their doors and the doors did not hook or break. These doors are not just beautiful; the school fixed them five years ago. Five years! We couldn’t even keep ours for three months. Best part is when we heard the price; we resolved that as students, we would get ourselves the doors and not wait for the school authority. No student complained when we spoke of contributions because it was little money for so much value.
    #day12 #emilinks # mydoorstory

  3. Cutieyaw

    August 19, 2016 at 10:23 am

    DAY 12 MY BAD DOOR SAGA
    It is indeed a very bad feeling walking into your home only to realize that you have been robbed. Coming home after a long day at work, it was a shock to see our door wide open and even more disturbed to see everything upended

    The thieves came in through the side door of my house which was bad and weak with a faint lock, they didn’t take much, but what they took was valuable. They had gone through our entire house and left it in total disarray. The cushions were searched for anything valuable and dresser drawers were pilfered. Though they went through all the drawers in my jewellery box, they left all my good jeweleries and my makeup box was left untouched but eight thousand three hundred and sixty naira (#8360) was stolen from my mum’s safe.

    When it was time to file the insurance claim, we had none of the documentation we needed as it was all in the safe. Our list of valuables and insurance information were gone. This wouldn’t have happened if we had installed the Emilinks security door, Good doors guarantees our security and keeps our homes from thieves and intruders. You need to Go for the best, Go for world class, Go for Emilinks Doors #MyDoorStory #Emilinks #bellanaijarians

  4. Mercy

    August 19, 2016 at 10:24 am

    Some doors need written instructions to function. Are doors not supposed to communicate with their shapes or details? Why do we need to struggle with a door? Well, I lost a job offer some months back, because of the company’s terrible door, that is why I am lamenting. There were fifteen of us struggling to get the door open, the door was hooked. Half the people out there, were the company’s staff, they ended up with queries. How can a company that big not know of emilinks? I mean, I don’t have a job but I was able to afford an emilinks door for my own home. I may not have a beautiful house but the entrance is welcoming, it is comforting, at best, it is strikingly beautiful and it was also affordable.
    I saw a very rich man, probably, an investor get irritated and he left the premises, because he couldn’t struggle with a door. I did not get the job and I had planned to put my all into the company’s success, but they thought their mistake was mine.
    Days later, after lamenting the company’s reason for using such a substandard door for its entrance, I went back there, I struggled with the door for half an hour again and when I got through, I went straight to the manager, I explained the importance of a good door for such a big company. I showed him a video I made of how easy it is for me to use my emilinks door. Exactly a week later, they called me back, they offered me the job again and when I went back there all the doors were emilinks. The manager told me, he found it alarming that more people were trooping in there after the doors got changed. I mean that is what bad doors do, they chase investors. I am glad I helped.
    # day12 #emilinks #mydoorstory

  5. oyin

    August 19, 2016 at 10:27 am

    Doors are analogous to a medium by which we traverse life phases…walking through my door majestically today as I move into a new phase in life. *graduation*

  6. Douglas

    August 19, 2016 at 10:28 am

    That Saturday morning, I was at Emeka’s house for our usual gist and drinks as we watch the EPL matches. As I got to his door, I could tell the freshness of the new door he had installed, I was wondering “my guy don hammer, this one he decided to change his door”.

    So I walked in as usual and as I was about to slam the door, I remembered how he gets angry — “guy you wan break my door ni, the kain buharionomics period, na you dey make Aisha dey yab me” — that was his new way of yelling due to the hardship in the country. Aisha was a mutual friend of ours that Emeka wants to hit on badly.

    As I remembered, I carefully closed his new door before he turns me in and out. Looking at his face as I closed the door, he laughed and just as he has gotten a new door, so was his english.

    “Bruh..you can bang the door behind you for all i care man, Emilinks’ got my back bruh!”.. Looking rather dumbfounded, I went with the flow, “dafuq is Emilinks bruh”. “Da new ish in town bruh” he retorted as we laughed on.

    Then I turned and I could see the branding on the door and am like cool…Emeka went on to tell me how cheap he got his Emilinks door and how Aisha would never insult him over the old broken door again. Day 12, #Emilinks #MyDoorStory

  7. Ikechukwu A.

    August 19, 2016 at 10:29 am

    Day 12
    Having doors is not just about beautification. When choosing doors for your house, safety should be the watchword. Not just safety from robbers but also safety from accidents.
    That was how I burnt my legs with the hot water that I was supposed to use in preparing tea for breakfast. That faithful morning, I mistakenly dashed my leg against a wood that pulled out from door and the hot water poured over my leg. “Holy Goodness” I Screamed holding my left leg. Out of anger, I kicked my door with my right leg And developed a worst injury.
    “Wetin happen” Mr. Titus asked running into my room.
    “Nail don chook me eh… Wetin carry me come here this morning for goodness sake”. Mr Titus screamed falling to the ground with blood gushing out from his leg. He managed to limp out of my room immediately. I couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
    My laughter was cut short the moment I realised that my door had completely fallen off.
    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory

  8. Fashion

    August 19, 2016 at 10:29 am

    The #Emilinks #MyDoorStory N3,ooo,ooo Giveaway is still on and each day for the past week, 10 lucky people have gotten N10,ooo for sharing photos of beautiful doors and the importance of the doors. More winners will be picked before the end of the month. Catch up with the previous days of the Giveaway

  9. Cinderellaman

    August 19, 2016 at 10:30 am

    I recall that unfaithful night of the harmattan season of 2014. It’s normally quiet on my street in Magodo Phase 1, GRA, Lagos. I was awake and a little glance at the wall clock, I could see it’s 10 mins past the hour mark and I was wondering why I was finding it hard to sleep. Within a split second, I was on my feet.

    I picked up my laptop and set out to see some movies or just surf the internet. Then I heard some cringing noise in the neighborhood. “What could that be?” I quizzed myself looking rather unworried as I set out to punch the keyboards on my PC.

    The door to my room opened and in came my mum. “Don’t make noise, robbers are in the neighborhood” she said whispering. I reminded her the sort of house we lived in, even though we lived in this wealthy estate, we had about the ugliest house and we aren’t as rich as the other. My mum was unfazed and kept pressing me to put off my laptop and be alert.

    The noise grew closer – the robbers were apparently robbing from house to house, door to doors. – We all stayed awake eagerly waiting for when they’d approach our house.

    I could hear the scream of “ole, ole, ole” so close. It was our neighbour screaming for help. Next it was a gunshot…”Was he dead? Did they kill him for screaming?” We all quizzed each other. By this time, my mum had already hit the toilet more than 5 times to urinate as she almost wet her pants. My sister was already in tears. I looked at my dad but the old man remained unfazed. He knew the door he had installed and I was determined to be a man just like my father.

    I walked into my room as I could hear them climbing the outside stair to the apartment just at my window in the next compound. I peeked slowly watching how the fell a door protected with a burglary proof with simple instruments as woods. “Leave the window, they will see you”…my mum startled me as my heart left for my bosom for a second. I shrinked and told my mum I was fine. Then a touch flashed through our window. “They have seen us, you see what you caused, my mum cried” I told we’re fine, but she won’t take it. She started out making calls… to her elder brothers I could guess.

    “DUM! DUM!! DUM!!!”…We heard three hefty mean landing in the compound as they scaled the fence to our compound. My mum was already reciting all the bible passages she knows as she prayed the host of heaven to save us. I went to the kitchen, picked a cutlass and was ready to fall anyone who made it through that door.

    My dad was yet unfazed, relaxed in the sitting room. My sister cried uncontrollably beside him. I was scared but I was determined to bring anyone down who dare hurt my family.

    “Gbam! Gbam!! Gbam!!!” the knocks kept coming on the door. Open this door before we break in. By this time I was by the door, my eyes fixated at the window in case anyone tries to come in magically. They kept knocking and shooting at the door knob. I was already fidgeting like a man left out in the cold for a year, sweating profusely that I couldn’t even tell if I had peed on myself.

    After much toiling, it was calm, we remained scared but they were gone…to the next compound maybe? I asked my old man who remained unfazed with wry smile on his face. “Go to bed all of you”..he muttered. My mum kept praising her God and I was able to comfort my kid sis.

    I woke up in the morning to meet the neighbourhood all out talking about the night. They were all amazed we were the only one on our line that wasn’t robbed. My dad simply led them to the door entrance. There were visible damages but it remained firm, frustrating the robbers who were force to accept we weren’t going to be counted as their victims.

    My proud dad let everyone know why he trusts his #Emilinks door and urged others to change their doors to #Emilinks if they want better security. Then it dawn on my mum, I and my kid sis just why the old man remained unfazed.

    #MyDoorStory #Emilinks – Day 10

  10. Cinderellaman

    August 19, 2016 at 10:31 am

    I recall that unfaithful night of the harmattan season of 2014. It’s normally quiet on my street in Magodo Phase 1, GRA, Lagos. I was awake and a little glance at the wall clock, I could see it’s 10 mins past the hour mark and I was wondering why I was finding it hard to sleep. Within a split second, I was on my feet.

    I picked up my laptop and set out to see some movies or just surf the internet. Then I heard some cringing noise in the neighborhood. “What could that be?” I quizzed myself looking rather unworried as I set out to punch the keyboards on my PC.

    The door to my room opened and in came my mum. “Don’t make noise, robbers are in the neighborhood” she said whispering. I reminded her the sort of house we lived in, even though we lived in this wealthy estate, we had about the ugliest house and we aren’t as rich as the other. My mum was unfazed and kept pressing me to put off my laptop and be alert.

    The noise grew closer – the robbers were apparently robbing from house to house, door to doors. – We all stayed awake eagerly waiting for when they’d approach our house.

    I could hear the scream of “ole, ole, ole” so close. It was our neighbour screaming for help. Next it was a gunshot…”Was he dead? Did they kill him for screaming?” We all quizzed each other. By this time, my mum had already hit the toilet more than 5 times to urinate as she almost wet her pants. My sister was already in tears. I looked at my dad but the old man remained unfazed. He knew the door he had installed and I was determined to be a man just like my father.

    I walked into my room as I could hear them climbing the outside stair to the apartment just at my window in the next compound. I peeked slowly watching how the fell a door protected with a burglary proof with simple instruments as woods. “Leave the window, they will see you”…my mum startled me as my heart left for my bosom for a second. I shrinked and told my mum I was fine. Then a touch flashed through our window. “They have seen us, you see what you caused, my mum cried” I told we’re fine, but she won’t take it. She started out making calls… to her elder brothers I could guess.

    “DUM! DUM!! DUM!!!”…We heard three hefty mean landing in the compound as they scaled the fence to our compound. My mum was already reciting all the bible passages she knows as she prayed the host of heaven to save us. I went to the kitchen, picked a cutlass and was ready to fall anyone who made it through that door.

    My dad was yet unfazed, relaxed in the sitting room. My sister cried uncontrollably beside him. I was scared but I was determined to bring anyone down who dare hurt my family.

    “Gbam! Gbam!! Gbam!!!” the knocks kept coming on the door. Open this door before we break in. By this time I was by the door, my eyes fixated at the window in case anyone tries to come in magically. They kept knocking and shooting at the door knob. I was already fidgeting like a man left out in the cold for a year, sweating profusely that I couldn’t even tell if I had peed on myself.

    After much toiling, it was calm, we remained scared but they were gone…to the next compound maybe? I asked my old man who remained unfazed with wry smile on his face. “Go to bed all of you”..he muttered. My mum kept praising her God and I was able to comfort my kid sis.

    I woke up in the morning to meet the neighbourhood all out talking about the night. They were all amazed we were the only one on our line that wasn’t robbed. My dad simply led them to the door entrance. There were visible damages but it remained firm, frustrating the robbers who were force to accept we weren’t going to be counted as their victims.

    My proud dad let everyone know why he trusts his #Emilinks door and urged others to change their doors to #Emilinks if they want better security. Then it dawn on my mum, I and my kid sis just why the old man remained unfazed.

    #MyDoorStory #Emilinks – Day 12

  11. Nicholas Edemba

    August 19, 2016 at 10:31 am

    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory #Day12
    will i say poverty is the reason for having a bad door ? i will say no purposely because i could use my own case as an example, then it happened 6 months ago in our house the entrance door was made of plywood and i no fully well that my father can afford to replace the bad door but because we haven”t be a victim of negative effect of bad doors thats why my father never bordered to replace the bad door in our house, but there come a day it was on Sunday we all went to church but to our surprise on getting to the entrance door my father noticed that the door has been tampered with the cansher nail has been removed and said may be they taught he kept the donation from the launching for town all meeting in there , As am telling you my father did not wait for a seconds can anyone guess what came out of his mouth? hmm let me not put you people in suspense, All he said was i think it is now i have to change this bad door because with it i am very much sure our security is not guarantee even people do say heaven help those who help themselves, The following morning i saw i datsun pickup caring a door, on droping it i saw a tag on it #Emilinks but then i never new its a made in Nigeria door i taught its a foreign door all because of its standards , not until 2 months ago i decided to google emilinks and i saw different kinds of beautiful door with the C.E.O name been a Nigerian I quickly check the address in fact i feel so happy that something of this kind can be made here in Nigeria.

  12. Nancy A.

    August 19, 2016 at 10:31 am

    Oh, I have an experience with bad doors. I work with a tertiary institution. It’s a government work, I got the job about 3 years ago. In my office there’s this pungent smell you’ll perceive as soon as you’re in. It smells like Ammonium mixed with Urea. My office is far away from the toilet so it’s definitely not a toilet smell. I told my boss about it but she was nonchalant. So we all continued to work there since the boss didn’t listened.

    About sometime later the smell was circulating, and now it had gotten to her office. She called all my colleagues’ attention. Now she wanted to know the root of the problem. So she wrote to the estate department of the Institution. About a week later they sent some of their workers to come for inspection. When they came, they said they perceived the smell and but did not really know the cause. They promised to return the next day with some materials.

    When they came the following day, they went to the roof of the building. They discovered there were holes it the roofing sheets and that water passed through it to soak the door. They said the door was damaged, and it was what resulted in the smell. That some parts of our bulding was damaged too, because some offices were partitioned with wood.

    So they brought some new doors, replaced the damaged woods. Now we live happily ever after.

    Day 12 #MyDoorStory #Emilinks

  13. oluwaseun

    August 19, 2016 at 10:33 am

    What a egress to walk through each day, Ade said after passing through a door that open and close itself in a super mall, Ade go forth and back to indorse if the door will do the same, and the door doesn’t thwart him, it must be some one that did that or the door has eyes, that’s not important anyways, so far I can go in there and get what I want and come out safely. It doesn’t bother me. He checked the tagged, hmmmmEmilinks, what a name.But come to think of it, doors are very important, how will a building be without door, uncompleted building? Hesoliloquized.
    Not only building ooo, my mouth is a door of my body, I can decide what to put in and the output, but sometimes the output of my mouth must come out so it won’t be hazardous to my flesh house.
    Oh so is door important in a house, wow, and my door at home is not safe, I know that. I need Emilinks door so that it can open and close itself, determines who to take in and to send out. Barricade frivolous act and protect its house master, no security needed, and no extra lock all I need is Emilinks door and that’s all.
    Ade’s soliloquy attracted the attention of the buyer, seller and passerby, while he was still starring at the door in the super mall. I think you are right bro, what is the name of the door again? This question bring Ade back from his Dramatic Soliloquy and he answered EeeemiiiilinksEmilinks!
    Day 12 #MyDoorStory #Emilinks

  14. oluwaseun

    August 19, 2016 at 10:33 am

    Day 12 #MyDoorStory #Emilinks
    Hello Uncle Joe, can you help me get night watchman or better still dogs, I will pay any amount to get security because thieves have turned my house to a market, where they can come and get anything they want.
    You don’t need all that, uncle Joe replied, all you need is Emilinks door and your house is protected from thieves.
    Emilinks door? Yes Emilinks, affordable, reliable and protective.

  15. Henry

    August 19, 2016 at 10:34 am

    #Emilinks
    #MyDoorStory
    Day 12.
    THE USAGE OF SUBSTANDARD DOORS IN MY SOCIETY. When I got my NYSC posting letter earlier this year, I got to know that I had been posted to Abuja – FCT for the National Youth Service year. One of the thoughts that came to my happy mind is about the supposed luxury and high living standards in Abuja – as I had heard severally from people. When I finally got to Abuja and settled down, I decided to travel around the city to see what it has to offer; apart from the occasional ugly sight of cows roaming some parts of the city Lolz ?, another unsavoury sight to behold in some parts of the city – especially in places like Kubwa, Lugbe, Karu, etc – is the usage of substandard doors in buildings, both residential and commercial buildings. This portends a lot of danger in the nation’s capital, especially as stories of burglary crimes abound, mostly in the satellite towns where there are no adequate security. It goes without saying that the usage of substandard doors in buildings causes insecurity and vulnerability, in my society. The Emilinks’ quality doors have been proven to be the new definition of quality and affordability, and I highly recommend it to the residents of, and construction engineers in, Abuja as well as other parts of Nigeria for utmost security and durability.
    My society deserves the best. Emilinks is the best. Cheers !

  16. oluwaseun

    August 19, 2016 at 10:35 am

    Nebor my Nebor, what have you been using to prevent the burglars from entering your house because I have replaced my door several times, used more than twenty padlocks this week, the funniest part is the more locks I use, the more they break in and steal my things. But you, your house is here and you even open your doors but then the burglars never come near your entrance talk less of breaking your house.
    They can never near my house because I have anti burglar door, when they sight this door they flee.
    Which expensive door is that?
    Emilinks! door, not expensive at all, affordable and reliable.
    Day 12 #MyDoorStory #Emilinks

  17. Awolowo Racheal

    August 19, 2016 at 10:40 am

    #Day12
    #Afternightclassyesterday
    Bad doors are most common in school areas ,either hostels or lecture theatre… I took this picture of the bad/substandard doors at two lecture theatres in my school.
    Bad and substandard doors don’t even stand a chance to be called doors again,their main purpose for been called a door has tarnished.
    Bad doors/substandard doors features:
    1.it gives room for rats and rodents
    2.life and properties at risk
    3. Accident risk
    4. No security.
    5.it disfigures the image for the building.
    6.you have to support with a wood or something before the door closes like the one in the picture.
    7. With two or three kicks the door opens. Let me share a little #mydoorstory. I decided to pull up in a friend’s hostel during my last session exam, on getting there with her,the key she had to her door got stucked in to the door, we had to call someone who helped us remove it.
    I was already thinking of the alternative way to my hostel not until she told me there are few friends that their key can also open her doors..she had up to 5 people that their key could open her door.
    At this point,even my life wasn’t safe,after staying there overnight I never returned there again. Moreover her life wasn’t even safe as well,she told me at some point she was moving out of the hostel because even when other keys don’t work,you can easily call a guy to hit the door once or twice and its get open…such doors shouldn’t be called doors again,they are not serving their purpose, there is no security anymore,whereas two to three keys can open them,with a kick the door opens ,gives room for rodents and even disfigures the house. Get Emilinks doors where you can sleep peacefully in your house without fear of your door failing you in terms of trouble,your properties and life as well are safe, even the door adds beauty to your home..Get doors with long and lasting qualities..Go for Emilinks doors ???
    #day11
    #mydoorstory
    #emilinksdoors
    #emilinks

  18. Oyeladun

    August 19, 2016 at 10:44 am

    Seeing Emilinks doors in the newspapers this week simply brought back memories of how my friend and neighbour failed to choose right and paid a high price for it.
    The engineer constructing the houses in the estate where I am building advised all those of us building within the estate to ensure we go for Emilinks Doors when the time came for finishing. He gave us handbills showing Emilinks contact details. My friend Chima, asked him if Emilinks had paid him to advertise for them and we all laughed. The engineer answered that Emilinks did not pay or ask him to advertise, and he was only recommending a brand, which in his many years of experience had continued to stand out for excellent quality, durability, and beauty. Several of us followed his advice and used Emilinks doors; but my friend Chima chose to use cheap wooden doors constructed by his carpenter.
    In a sad robbery incident inside the estate, the thieves were able to gain fast entrance into Chima’s flat by simply kicking it hard a couple of times and bashing it heavily with a hammer. Those of us who had Emilinks doors were safer because the doors were strong enough to withstand similar bashings, and held off the hoodlums, giving us opportunity to call for help.
    Needless to say, Chima changed all his entry doors after the incident. Of course, he bought Emilinks this time around- same doors which should have been his first choice.
    This is #MyDoorStory #Emilinks Day 12

  19. Bunmi

    August 19, 2016 at 10:45 am

    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory Day 12
    I am the owner of a small company located somewhere around Ogba.
    This fateful day, I was having a group of investors over at our company office, for discussions and possible investment in the company. I had worked so hard to get to this point; and for this august occasion, I had on my shiny new suit, well-polished shoes, and the entire company premises had been swept and thoroughly cleaned to impress.
    I ushered the investors up the stairs amidst banters, and led them to our conference room. Lo and behold! As I made to open the door, the door handle came off into my hand, while the other metal part fell to the floor with its screws at our feet. Oh my word! I was green with embarrassment- in front of investors! So much for my planned perfect occasion. I am sorry gentlemen, we have a slight problem with the door, I said, beginning to sweat profusely. In spite of the handle, I was able to open the door and I invited the men in, covering up the awkward moment with a bold smile. I wish that someone could have told me not to do what I did next – I opened the door wider to make room for them to get in conveniently, and that is when the topmost door hinge gave way, making the heavy door to fall towards my head, injuring me. All focus shifted to me and my injured head, and the meeting had to be rescheduled because my foreign investors insisted that I needed proper medical attention. They handed me their complimentary cards, as well as an Emilinks contact card, while advising me to substitute the bad door for an Emilinks one. They said they could guarantee the quality of Emilinks doors as that is what they use in all their Nigerian locations.
    Up till now, they are yet to return to my company because their schedule is full. I am praying seriously that they do come back and invest. That door had been giving us issues, but we continued to put off changing it to avoid cost. Unfortunately, we didn’t think of the door while we were preparing and the door did not show signs that it would give way on this day of all days! We have now fitted Emilinks doors all over our office and are glad we did. #Emilinks #MyDoorStory

  20. Taiwo

    August 19, 2016 at 10:47 am

    I was job hunting. Today would make it the fourth time (or so I remember) I had gone for an interview that month and I was determined to ace it. I had just two good shirts then and, since power supply was epileptic, I had contracted the washing and ironing of one of them to a local dry cleaner. I would don it for the interview.

    Morning came and I was all set for the interview. I rushed through breakfast and moved to hurriedly leave the house; I was getting late. I had hardly stepped out of the house when I heard the sound of a rip. I almost lost my heart, fighting hard to tell myself it wasn’t what I thought it was. I turned my head slowly in the direction the sound had come from.

    There, at the side of my shirt, was a wide rip, gaping wide at me beside the culprit, my door, as if telling me, “today’s not your day”. And it wasn’t! I spent a lot of time trying to get the other shirt ready. I got very late to the place of interview and consequently lost the opportunity. I was indignant at myself and at the door. I had been told many times to change it, but I didn’t think it was a big deal. I made up my mind there and then that if I would get a door, it would be a very good one or none at all. I asked around and eventually got an Emilinks door.

    I have a lucrative job now and I can’t but look back at that day and smile. I learned a good habit in a hard way: A GOOD DOOR OR NONE AT ALL. And it has stayed with me till this day. #Emilinks #MyDoorStory

  21. Chiebonam Ani

    August 19, 2016 at 10:47 am

    #MyDoorStory #Emilinks #Day12 The demerit of living in a house or having a shop that has a substandard doors cannot be over emphasized. sub standard doors portrays a person or people as either rechealed or low life people, we have to be security conscious, Many today take things for granted but forgetting that when there is life there is hope in which we have to protect our life, with standard doors like that from #Emilinks. We all know that things are very high in our dear country and as such, changing a bad or badly damaged door can be very difficult at this time. But we got to place our safety on top of our priority in life. Therefore, changing a bad door can prolong one’s life in the sense that it will shield you from cold, Mosquito Bites and prevent thieves from breaking into your dear house. For instant, I locked my door to go and buy something but was very sad to see that someone has tampered with my key while I was away. But if I had a door like Emilinks I won’t have to worry about someone forcing or tampering with my door. I have decided to change my door to Emilinks doors because they are classy, strong, durable, beautiful and affordable and it adds beauty and protection to my family and property.

    but with this story of my am gonna win today because #Emilinks is here to help to change peoples poor way of reasoning

  22. Biodun

    August 19, 2016 at 10:48 am

    ‘Is anyone there?!’, I shouted for the umpteenth time, mustering all the energy I had available. I was furious and sweating all over.

    My younger brother and I shared a room – a room with a peculiarity: Our door could only be opened from outside. We were alone. My brother had left the room for the football field while I was asleep. I woke up to funny sounds in my innards. I slept shortly after devouring a bowl of eba and it didn’t play out nicely. I rushed towards the door, pushing and pulling at the door in a frantic effort to ease myself. ‘This boy has killed me o!’, I said in despair.

    I had almost defecated in my pants when I heard his voice. ‘Big bro, you should have seen me on the pitch today…’ ‘Which stupid pitch? Come and open this door for me now before I break your head!’, I screamed. I bolted the moment he opened the door, forgetting all about my threat. I heard him laughing as I ran towards the toilet. ‘Hahahahahaha. I told you to get an Emilinks door, didn’t I? Serves you right!’ I caught the wisps of his taunt. I would get back to him. Now, I just had to shit.

    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory

  23. Christiana

    August 19, 2016 at 10:51 am

    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory #day12
    I was getting ready for Sunday service around 6:00am on 14th August, 2016. I heard a loud noise then I proceeded gently to know where it came from, as I got there it was our bathroom door that we have been patching but to no avail, my son pushed it to enter the bathroom so he can pee, unfortunately the door was already weak, it fell on top of our WC and smashed it into pieces!!!!When leboo saw what had happened, he regretted all the repairs he has already done on the door, if only he knew, he would have used the whole money to order for Emilinks door to keep us all safe from dangers like this.

  24. Anamekwe Racheal

    August 19, 2016 at 10:51 am

    Day 12
    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory
    Goods doors are important in every part of a building.
    I won’t forget dat faithful day(12th August 2016) In school I was having stomach upset. I couldn’t control it so I decided to use the school toilet.As usual I went to the toilet with my phone, but this time I had a better reason for doing such…ahhaa!it was EmilinksNg give away(3million naira,,,,,10 thousand naira to 10 lucky winners each day for 30days) I couldn’t afford to miss out. On the progress to upload my picture with a good door…… Haaaaaaaaa!!!!
    The unexpected happened.GBAAAAAMMMM!!! and that was the next thing I heard and felt. Unbelievable the toilet door fell on my head and broke my phone. I really was in pains,I didn’t know Wat to feel, if it was d stomach upset,the pains I started feeling in my body,and to crown it all my phone that just broke. I just got all this tragedy from a bad door. I felt really bad because I couldn’t continue with the emilinks giveaway.
    Just to check back yesterday and found out it was all about ‘bad doors’.What a great opportunity,i couldn’t wait too share my most recent story about bad doors.
    N. B ,No matter how pressed I am, I ll never use that toilet until it is changed to emilinks doors
    We all need good nd durable doors and I know for sure emilinks doors is just d right solution for it. Cause I know if it was emilinks doors dat was built in the toilet, I wouldn’thave experienced such. Thanks @ emilinks for creating such awareness,with this platform am sure there will be less disaster about doors like mine. Thanks @bellanaijaonline

  25. Zeno Etume

    August 19, 2016 at 10:55 am

    #Day12
    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory
    My heart jumped into my mouth when I heard kpom! Kpom!! Kpom!!!!! At first I thought I was dreaming but again I heard Dum!! Dum!! Dum!! .It was 12 midnight my area was as silent as a grave yard.I was the only one at home and I wondered in fright The person at the door. I could hear my heart beat due to fright. The banging got louder as I approached the parlour window. I managed to get there with my legs shaking and peeped outside. I saw three hefty men who looked like Goliath.Different thoughts flashed through my head,i could already see the parlour breaking.I knew I had to think fast because I had just about 2 minutes left before our substandard door goes crashing.I decided to run out though the back door. When I got to back door, the robbers had already gained access.The situation got worse when I remembered the condition of our back door. The door was in a very bad shape that it needed two people to lift it in order to pass through it. Me and my mom had been persuading my dad to get an Emilinks door but he wouldn’t yield to our words. As I was battling with the door, I heard a gun shot and lost consciousness. I woke up the next morning in good condition. Our neighbor who was a police man shot one of the thieves and other two absconded. My dad walked and was on a phone call inquirying about how to get an Emilinks door. At that moment me and my mom smiled at each other and laughed at my dad because he finally took our advice. My dad needed an incident like that before he would be forced to go and get the best door which is Emilinks. Bad doors are bad omen and thereby dangerous. Don’t be like my Dad, You may no be lucky. So Go and get your Emilinks door now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  26. geeee

    August 19, 2016 at 10:57 am

    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory #Day12
    A door is a moving structure used to block off and allow access to an entrance to or within an enclosed space but when what you call a door cannot do what it is meant to do,what will it be called? I can only but imagine the kind of hopeless feeling a badguy will get when he meets an Emilink door at the target of his operation.EMILINKS DOOR, THE DOOR. the #1 Security door, the #1 lifesaver.

  27. Mama Precious

    August 19, 2016 at 10:57 am

    MY BAD DOOR,MY BUSINESS
    Wonders shall never end, if God wants to bless you he doesn’t need to take permission from your neighbor or any man.Who will believe that my door will become a sort of beautiful back drop for the prettiest of babes and guys in town. Early on Tuesday morning this week, after my morning prayer, I came out and saw a well dressed lady taking some photo shots in front of my door, snaping was normal but at this early hours of the morning I knew something was behind this, so I asked her the reason behind this early morning pictures.
    “Madam no vex o, e get one Emilinks premium quality door competition wey dey go on now for internet, them say snap for a bad door and write a story or a comment about your bad door and you go win #10,000 if your story make sense, so that why I come here because nah only your house get this kind bad door for this area.” I felt like slapping her for calling my door bad but on a second thought, I reasoned business, so I immediately asked her to pay for the background, she laughed but I maintained a serious face and said “100 naira is not too much so pay fast, After all if you win you won’t remember me”.when she saw how serious I was, she started a bargain and we agreed on 50 naira per shot, so she paid me 100 naira for 3 shots, I gave her one shot for free as my first customer.
    Immediately, I brush my teeth and sat outside waiting for more customers and God has been faithful my customers are coming and since I have 4 of such doors my customers are satisfied, I needed 12,000 niara for my son who wrote this story for me he came back this morning because of school fees, all I have is two thousand naira from my recent door photo business, so when he came home, I said “son let’s tell our own door story, maybe your school will come from here”, he said “mama but which door story”, I pointed at some of my customers and said, ” you see all this peopIe snapping with our door, they want to write a story that might win #10000 for them from one competition in the internet, so since am the real owner of these door, at least let me write of my recent door business and thanks to God you came back so get your big phone”, and I beckoned on one of our customers to tell us the procedures for the competition, she did, I did the telling and my son did the process of writing and sending.Smiles..
    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory.

  28. Bunmi

    August 19, 2016 at 10:58 am

    An Ode Upon An Emilinks Door
    Thou door, Oh door.
    How important thou art, how indispensable your presence
    All buildings in the earth great and small, your presence must adulate
    Who on earth can build and refuse to invite you? To his own peril shall such refusal be made!
    Day and night, morning and noontime, both to keep out and to let in, your presence ensures; that the unwanted are shut out, while the desirables are let in.
    Oh! thou Emilinks door, your beauty, elegance and prestige supersedes what all else do offer.
    You stand there, elegant and majestic in your appearance.
    Happy are those homes whose owners assigned you a place at all door posts;
    For they shall neither see rust, nor moth; nor breakage, nor split;
    Instead, they shall see doors which last, which endure, which get better with age.
    Not so other doors, for they let in the stranger and keep out the house owner; doors which do their own will and not that of the Master.
    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory

  29. Angel

    August 19, 2016 at 10:59 am

    My husband works in a bank; First bank to be precise. His direct boss is the Group Head of the Commercial banking (a department in first bank) and he usually come in with millions of money either from investors or loans recovered from clients.
    On this faithful day, they returned late from marketing and with huge amount of money. As usual, my husband closed immediately they got to office but his boss was was yet to close for the day, though he was not in his own office. He went down stair into the banking hall to conclude a transaction with a client, only for him to return back to his office and found 2000 naira littered on the floor. Meanwhile The office of the Group Head is always under lock even when he’s inside.
    It’s was obvious to him that someone stole some money from the bag, the question is how did the thief gained access into the office?
    His office has a camera and he reversed the camcorder to dictate who the thief was, lo and behold, it was one of the security that went to steal just 3,000 from the Group Head office by forcing the door open with a key-like iron. Thank God he did not cart away the whole bag of money and even relocate, though he got a sack for that rubbery act. The next day my husband recommended EmiLinks Doors for the Group Head and it was immediately installed in his office. He can now keep money in his office without any panic. EmiLinks Doors is simply rugged and reliable in bother security wise and lots more… It’s a “No go area for intruders” #MyDoorStory #Emilinks #Day11

  30. Oreoluwa

    August 19, 2016 at 11:00 am

    Recently, I had issues with one of my customers, who insisted that I must refund her money, for goods she bought from my shop over 8 months ago. I refused and she promised to deal with me.
    Some days after the argument, my son who had been fumbling with the door for some minutes, shouted, “mummy, the door has refused to open”. What do you mean? I asked. Let me help you I said, thinking that he wasn’t pushing hard enough, as the door is usually stiff and difficult to open. We tried for several minutes to open the door but could not. My children missed the school bus, my husband too was now running late and had his white shirt stained having hauled himself against the door in several attempts to force it open. This was now around 7a.m. Luckily, a neighbour who heard the noise informed us through the window that the door had been padlocked from the outside. Yes! The door to our apartment can be locked by someone outside with padlock. The door is more suitable for a warehouse than for a living apartment.
    What! I fumed. Who on earth would have done this? We sent for a carpenter and welder to break the padlock. They came late and we weren’t released from the ‘prison’ till around 8.30am.
    As we all rushed out, a call came in from the customer who promised to deal with me. She told me she was nearby and had enjoyed watching us suffer. She informed me that she was the one who padlocked my apartment and that she would do so again if I still refused to refund her money.
    Without wasting time, I called Emilinks Limited on 08174600772 to order one of their high quality doors. I chose an #Emilinks ‘Security Door’, which #Emilinks delivered to me promptly, and even fitted it, all at a very affordable price. Now I have no fear of being locked in by anyone of having another bad door story #MyDoorStory. Unlike the old door, I can lock this door from the inside in three different ways.

  31. Elder Bassey

    August 19, 2016 at 11:00 am

    @bellanaija #Emilinks #MyDoorStory Day 12.

    Its Still On Diamond’s Ruined Birthday Celebration.
    My daughter Diamond was going to be 4 years old in another 3 days, so preparations were still on. On that fateful day, my younger sister was watching over my daughter and they both sat in the verandah of the boys quarters.
    Now my daughter Diamond enjoys playing hide and seek behind doors, so as usual she went banging playfully on one of the doors at the boys quarters then suddenly GBUAAAAA!!!!! the door fell into the room, the down part of the door flung up and hit Diamond under her chin Oh my God!!!!
    I was running down from the main house to slap my sister for being careless with my child but my wife stopped me as she yelled at me “it’s your fault”!!!!! She was already crying her heart out at the pitiful sight of our daughter’s bleeding mouth.
    Yes it was my fault, I accepted the blame because my wife had asked me countless times to change that door, the woods were breaking out, the lock is weak, and hinges could barely hold still, that door was horrible, but I was too busy to care, now my daughter is in pain and we are all traumatized.

    We rushed Diamond to the hospital and got her treated, but Oh! I couldn’t wait for the next day, I too rushed out to #Emilinks bought a new door and replaced that bad door.
    It’s been over a year now and my #Emilinks door is still standing gallantly, in fact to avoid any more traumatic experiences, I went on to change the entire wooden doors in my home to that of #Emilinks, and till date we are all safe and happy.

    See, don’t wait until you experience my kind of pain before you get wiser, get #Emilinks doors today for the safety of your family always.
    @bellanaija #Emilinks #MyDoorStory Day 12.

  32. Sarah O.

    August 19, 2016 at 11:01 am

    Bella Niaja, thanks for the opportunity to win, please how do i contact you for redeeming, won on Number one, Sarah O., thanks

  33. Sarah O.

    August 19, 2016 at 11:02 am

    Bella Niaja, thanks for the wiin, please how do i contact you for redeeming, won on Number one, Sarah O., thanks

    • Iphie

      August 19, 2016 at 11:11 am

      You will be contacted, don’t worry, congrats to the lucky winners!!

  34. Didi

    August 19, 2016 at 11:07 am

    #Emilinks#MyDoorStory#Day [email protected] bellanaija online

    Sunmbi kept complaining about the student’s missing books and accessories due to the bad door in their classroom. Mr. Tobi, his class teacher had assured him that the door would be changed soon, but days became months and Sunmbi never saw the door being fixed any sooner.
    Unfortunately, one day, Miss Bimpe, their English teacher when she was done teaching, about leaving the class, she had pushed the struck in door to make her way out, just there the door fell on her. The students had roared in laughter, for they knew it was going to be the only way the school authority would repair the door when she had angrily reported then. The principal had acknowledged, “It wasn’t their fault, it was a bad door anyway, anyone could have been a victim”.
    Finally the bad door was changed to a better one, and just like the saying, bad doors are inherently bad and until they are changed, they still remains bad, and can do harm at any slighted moment.

  35. Angel

    August 19, 2016 at 11:08 am

    My husband works in a bank; First bank to be precise. His direct boss is the Group Head of the Commercial banking (a department in first bank) and he usually come in with millions of money either from investors or loans recovered from clients.
    On this faithful day, they returned late from marketing and with huge amount of money. As usual, my husband closed immediately they got to office but his boss was was yet to close for the day, though he was not in his own office. He went down stair into the banking hall to conclude a transaction with a client, only for him to return back to his office and found 2000 naira littered on the floor. Meanwhile The office of the Group Head is always under lock even when he’s inside.
    It’s was obvious to him that someone stole some money from the bag, the question is how did the thief gained access into the office?
    His office has a camera and he reversed the camcorder to dictate who the thief was, lo and behold, it was one of the security that went to steal just 3,000 from the Group Head office by forcing the door open with a key-like iron. Thank God he did not cart away the whole bag of money and even relocate, though he got a sack for that rubbery act. The next day my husband recommended EmiLinks Doors for the Group Head and it was immediately installed in his office. He can now keep money in his office without any panic. EmiLinks Doors is simply rugged and reliable in bother security wise and lots more… It’s a “No go area for intruders” #MyDoorStory #Emilinks #Day12

  36. Zeno Etume

    August 19, 2016 at 11:08 am

    #Day11
    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory
    My heart jumped into my mouth when I heard kpom! Kpom!! Kpom!!!!! At first I thought I was dreaming but again I heard Dum!! Dum!! Dum!! .It was 12 midnight my area was as silent as a grave yard.I was the only one at home and I wondered in fright The person at the door. I could hear my heart beat due to fright. The banging got louder as I approached the parlour window. I managed to get there with my legs shaking and peeped outside. I saw three hefty men who looked like Goliath.Different thoughts flashed through my head,i could already see the parlour breaking.I knew I had to think fast because I had just about 2 minutes left before our substandard door goes crashing.I decided to run out though the back door. When I got to back door, the robbers had already gained access.The situation got worse when I remembered the condition of our back door. The door was in a very bad shape that it needed two people to lift it in order to pass through it. Me and my mom had been persuading my dad to get an Emilinks door but he wouldn’t yield to our words. As I was battling with the door, I heard a gun shot and lost consciousness. I woke up the next morning in good condition. Our neighbor who was a police man shot one of the thieves and other two absconded. My dad walked and was on a phone call inquirying about how to get an Emilinks door. At that moment me and my mom smiled at each other and my dad because he finally took our advice which he turned down before. My dad needed an incident like that before he would be forced to go and get the best door which is Emilinks. Bad doors are bad omen and thereby dangerous.Hurry up now, You may not be lucky like me and my Dad. Go and get your Emilinks door now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  37. Zeno Etume

    August 19, 2016 at 11:10 am

    #Day12
    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory
    My heart jumped into my mouth when I heard kpom! Kpom!! Kpom!!!!! At first I thought I was dreaming but again I heard Dum!! Dum!! Dum!! .It was 12 midnight my area was as silent as a grave yard.I was the only one at home and I wondered in fright The person at the door. I could hear my heart beat due to fright. The banging got louder as I approached the parlour window. I managed to get there with my legs shaking and peeped outside. I saw three hefty men who looked like Goliath.Different thoughts flashed through my head,i could already see the parlour breaking.I knew I had to think fast because I had just about 2 minutes left before our substandard door goes crashing.I decided to run out though the back door. When I got to back door, the robbers had already gained access.The situation got worse when I remembered the condition of our back door. The door was in a very bad shape that it needed two people to lift it in order to pass through it. Me and my mom had been persuading my dad to get an Emilinks door but he wouldn’t yield to our words. As I was battling with the door, I heard a gun shot and lost consciousness. I woke up the next morning in good condition. Our neighbor who was a police man shot one of the thieves and other two absconded. My dad walked and was on a phone call inquirying about how to get an Emilinks door. At that moment me and my mom smiled at each other and my dad because he finally took our advice which he turned down before. My dad needed an incident like that before he would be forced to go and get the best door which is Emilinks. Bad doors are bad omen and thereby dangerous.Hurry up now, You may not be lucky like me and my Dad. Go and get your Emilinks door now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  38. Elder Bassey

    August 19, 2016 at 11:10 am

    @bellanaija #Emilinks #MyDoorStory Day 12

    Bad Door Lamentations

  39. christy I.

    August 19, 2016 at 11:10 am

    #Day12 #Emilinks #MyDoorstory @bellanaijaonline This door is my Landlord’s store and also act as a part – time workshop for him. Even with the fact that it’s got a key,it is still not safe and can’t secure his property. It houses so many big rats,cockroaches,ants, lizards. It brings me to a story of what happened. One early morning he heard some unusual movement in his room and it was a big rat. He pursue till it ran into the kitchen and the rat entered into his gas cooker. He tried every means and the rat stayed in the gas cooker. So he brought the gas cooker outside and started uncoupling it,then the rat ran out. He pursue all through the compound,he fell down through the process and still pursue the rat.it was a really big one. He finally caught up with the rat,hit it hard and it died. But with Emilinks doors all properties are protected both from robbery and rodents. Emilinks door makes your visitors welcome even before they enter into your house. Trust them for the best and rest with comfort.

  40. Deji

    August 19, 2016 at 11:11 am

    #mydoorstory #emilinks #day12, Truth be said, doors are meant to protect, but this was not to be the case with my friend. My friend and her husband lived in a rented 2-Bedroom apartment. There are blessed with two Children; 7 year old Francis(real name withheld) and 3 year old Mercy (real name withheld). On one unfortunate, my friend and her husband had a heated argument which lead to a serious fist fight. The children were helpless. But Francis, a handsome but skinny boy left his room carrying a dim rechargeable lamp, while trying to separate his parent, he was pushed away by the stray arm of his father. But alas!, there was a painful cry, a broken door handle which was left unattended to had gone through Francis’s right eye. Every attempt to restore his right eye proved unsuccessful. This was how Francis lost his right eye all because of a broken door handle that was left unattended to. If the landlord had installed the long lasting #Emilinks doors, this accident would have been prevented. #MyDoorStory #Day12

  41. Angel

    August 19, 2016 at 11:13 am

    My husband works in a bank; First bank to be precise. His direct boss is the Group Head of the Commercial banking (a department in first bank) and he usually come in with millions of money either from investors or loans recovered from clients.
    On this faithful day, they returned late from marketing and with huge amount of money. As usual, my husband closed immediately they got to office but his boss was was yet to close for the day, though he was not in his own office. He went down stair into the banking hall to conclude a transaction with a client, only for him to return back to his office and found 2000 naira littered on the floor. Meanwhile The office of the Group Head is always under lock even when he’s inside.
    It’s was obvious to him that someone stole some money from the bag, the question is how did the thief gained access into the office?
    His office has a camera and he reversed the camcorder to dictate who the thief was, lo and behold, it was one of the security that went to steal just 3,000 from the Group Head office by forcing the door open with a key-like iron. Thank God he did not cart away the whole bag of money and even relocate, though he got a sack for that rubbery act. The next day my husband recommended EmiLinks Doors for the Group Head and it was immediately installed in his office. He can now keep money in his office without any panic. EmiLinks Doors is simply rugged and reliable in bother security wise and lots more… It’s a “No go area for intruders” #MyDoorStory #Emilinks #Day12

  42. Zeno Etume

    August 19, 2016 at 11:13 am

    #Day12
    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory
    My heart jumped into my mouth when I heard kpom! Kpom!! Kpom!!!!! At first I thought I was dreaming but again I heard Dum!! Dum!! Dum!! .It was 12 midnight my area was as silent as a grave yard.I was the only one at home and I wondered in fright The person at the door. I could hear my heart beat due to fright. The banging got louder as I approached the parlour window. I managed to get there with my legs shaking and peeped outside. I saw three hefty men who looked like Goliath.Different thoughts flashed through my head,i could already see the parlour breaking.I knew I had to think fast because I had just about 2 minutes left before our substandard door goes crashing.I decided to run out though the back door. When I got to back door, the robbers had already gained access.The situation got worse when I remembered the condition of our back door. The door was in a very bad shape that it needed two people to lift it in order to pass through it. Me and my mom had been persuading my dad to get an Emilinks door but he wouldn’t yield to our words. As I was battling with the door, I heard a gun shot and lost consciousness. I woke up the next morning in good condition. Our neighbor who was a police man shot one of the thieves and other two absconded. My dad walked and was on a phone call inquirying about how to get an Emilinks door. At that moment me and my mom smiled at each other and my dad because he finally took our advice which he turned down before. My dad needed an incident like that before he would be forced to go and get the best door which is Emilinks. Bad doors are bad omen and thereby dangerous.Hurry up now, You may not be lucky like me and my Dad. So Go and get your Emilinks door now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  43. Idagu shalom

    August 19, 2016 at 11:16 am

    “Wake up! Wake up!” I heard my mom screaming in despair. I could hardly move my eyelids to see through. I felt like I was in another world for some moment and I couldn’t help myself. I finally realised I was lying on the sofa,in the living room , topless and feeling dizzy. My mom was by my side,she seemed really worried, she had a glass of cold water in one hand which she had sprinkled on me and my pink T-shirt in the other hand which she used to continuously fan me.
    I tried to get seated but she prompted me not to. I then asked :”what happened to me, mom? ”
    She took a deep breath in relief and replied : ” you almost died o! ,if not for God… hmm! ”
    I then moved my hand across my face as I felt much pain in my head, I discovered a huge bump had erupted on my forehead. I quickly said to her: “mom, look at my head! “. “I’ve seen it, dear “,she replied . ” the rickety door at the backyard had become too weak and it only needed you to slide violently for it to fall. And you did just that. Had I not warned you against smashing that door. You could have done it mildly but you would never listen, that heavy door falling on you should also serve as a punishment, I hope you’ll learn this time ” .
    She would go on ranting all day so I closed my eyes feigning to sleep. She went on all the same : ” all this would not have happened had your dad also changed that door to an #emilinks door which would have been safer and more beautiful. He must have thought that door was not as important as the others, but all the doors in the house are and this now is an evidence to that fact. Now he’s waste no time in getting a new one when he hears about this ” she ended by dropping the glass on the table and my shirt on the sofa. She then when back to her cooking duties.
    I was relieved she had gone but I still felt so much pain. I eventually recovered the following day and went to school where I had to face a. nightmare.this time it was my friends that were making fun of my swollen forehead-it was actually huge and forced me to wear a hood all day. I felt so much shame that I wish we had an #emilinks door at the backyard, before then. It could have saved me all the embarrassment,and the pain.
    This story just tells us that all the doors in the house are important and they need to be considered in the same manner. Be wise, a stitch in time saves nine, they say.
    #MydoorStory #day12

  44. Pelumi

    August 19, 2016 at 11:22 am

    All my clients kept complaining I wasn’t doing a good job. Come to think of it, I build the best houses O. All my clients started moving to Dr Raf who was also an engineer like I was. We constructed almost the same houses. The only difference was I used Yusuf my carpenter he used #Emilinks doors.
    I divided to give it a try after I almost run out of business. Now I have the biggest engineering firm in the state.
    Stop going for low quality doors o. Go for #Emilinks doors. It saves you time, money and stress.
    Thank you #Emilinks
    #Emilinks #Mydoorstory

  45. Zeno Etume

    August 19, 2016 at 11:26 am

    #Day12
    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory
    My heart jumped into my mouth when I heard kpom! Kpom!! Kpom!!!!! At first I thought I was dreaming but again I heard Dum!! Dum!! Dum!! .It was 12 midnight my area was as silent as a grave yard.I was the only one at home and I wondered in fright The person at the door. I could hear my heart beat due to fright. The banging got louder as I approached the parlour window. I managed to get there with my legs shaking and peeped outside. I saw three hefty men who looked like Goliath.Different thoughts flashed through my head,i could already see the parlour breaking.I knew I had to think fast because I had just about 2 minutes left before our substandard door goes crashing.I decided to run out though the back door. When I got to back door, the robbers had already gained access.The situation got worse when I remembered the condition of our back door. The door was in a very bad shape that it needed two people to lift it in order to pass through it. Me and my mom had been persuading my dad to get an Emilinks door but he wouldn’t yield to our words. As I was battling with the door, I heard a gun shot and lost consciousness. I woke up the next morning in good condition. Our neighbor who was a police man shot one of the thieves and other two absconded. My dad walked and was on a phone call inquirying about how to get an Emilinks door. At that moment me and my mom smiled at each other and my dad because he finally took our advice which he turned down before. My dad needed an incident like that before he would be forced to go and get the best door which is Emilinks. Bad doors are bad omen and thereby dangerous.Hurry up now, You may not be lucky like me and my Dad. Wait no more Go and get your Emilinks door now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  46. Gemonyi

    August 19, 2016 at 11:26 am

    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory
    This happened to my sister about 5 years ago. She got an alert that money had been credited into her account and she didn’t have an Atm. So she went to the bank to withdraw at the counter. Unknowingly to her, some robbers were disguised as customers.
    So she left the bank to the house after she had withdrawn all she was credited. These guys followed her and she didn’t know and this was in the afternoon.
    When she had entered our compound, she noticed that two men entered with her but because she wasn’t cautious enough she just entered the door and bolted it.
    Then an hour later, she heard a knock on the door and since she wasn’t expecting anything to happen she opened the door and on seeing the two guys, she tried struggling to close the door but they overpowered her, hit her and stole the money she got from the bank, picked her jewelries and used that Avenue to steal from other neighbours that were around that afternoon. If only she had Emilinks door whereby she could peep to see who was at the door before she opened it, she wouldn’t have been robbed and beaten.

  47. jesse-timi

    August 19, 2016 at 11:26 am

    My grandfather was in his late 80’s he came around from the village to celebrate with us,it was Christmas season. It was the 24th of December,papa wanted to enjoy the serene environment as he tried opening the door the handle knob came off and papa lost his footing,he fell flat on his face he had to be rushed to the hospital,papa had suffered a compound fracture. Couple of weeks d later the door was changed it was emilinks door, its so easy to handle and also its parts are well nitted. That was a black Christmas celebration and certainly the last. Emilinks door the people’s choice both young and old.

    @bellanaijaonline #mydoorstory #Emilinks #Day12

  48. flames

    August 19, 2016 at 11:27 am

    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory #day10
    “Oh no, not again” was the thoughts running through my head as I was standing on the chair with my friend who came to visit me at home while my brothers chased the 2 rats that managed to sneak into our house yet again around the sitting room. This has turned into an almost normal occurrence since we packed into this house. This really bad door that leads to the backyard serves as an entrance to both humans and rodents alike. We have patched up this door as much as we could but it’s as if the rats have built their own secret way in through the door that we can’t figure out. God save you if you leave your food anyhow for a short time, just know you will go hungry that day.
    We do a total cleanup of the house twice a week to prevent odours cos you’re sure to pack out decaying food from behind the cupboards and chairs and every hidden nook and cranny in the house. Despite that, you can still perceive a hint of the odour.
    Worst of all, my friend and all of my other friends who heard the story have sworn never to come to our house again even though I have promised them that we have gotten a brand new Emilinks door and we no longer see those rats #Emilinks #MyDoorStory #day 10

  49. Biodun

    August 19, 2016 at 11:33 am

    Day 12 – Words cannot express just how horribly unsafe the doors were back in school. There was no difference between these badly made doors and a sheet of curtain.
    Every year, people move out and new occupants move in and change just the locks while the same poor quality doors remained.
    These doors were so faulty that sometimes the key would not open them and the school carpenter was making a fortune because he was being called almost everyday to “jack” the doors.
    What is a door that gives you headache all the time, locks you out and can’t guarantee your safety or provide privacy? Definitely not an Emilinks door because buying Emilinks means buying quality and durability. #MyDoorStory #EmilinksNG

  50. Annabel

    August 19, 2016 at 11:33 am

    Behind a bad door
    After Judith told me her experience with the rapists, how they broke into the room because of her bad door. Then I was inspired to drop this lines, when I layed on my bed.
    Behind a bad door, is a risk, it is more risky than driving after taking ten cartons of whisky.
    Behind a bad door, is like a hospital without a doctor, like a book without an author and watching a boss killing the actor.
    Behind a bad door, is like a diet that is not balance and a soldier that is not gallant.
    Behind a bad door, is like a footballer without foot, and like trees without roots.
    Behind a bad door is like a chief without a title, like Fulani men without cattles.
    Behind a bad door, is like a website without link, like doors without Emilinks.
    Behind a bad door, is like the universe without a creator, a polytechnic without a rector, a movie without a director.
    Behind a bad door, is like a kingdom without a king, a phone that can’t ring and like a BlackBerry that can’t ping.
    Behind a bad door, is like a city without network, like a model that can’t catwalk.
    Finally, life is incomplete behind a bad door like you and me without Christ like a city without light like a citizen without right, like commodity without price, like Adam without Eve, trees without leaves, Simbi without Ali, cooking soup without maggi and the whole of Delta state without Warri.
    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory

  51. Elder Bassey

    August 19, 2016 at 11:38 am

    @bellanaija #Emilinks #MyDoorStory Day 12

    BAD DOOR LAMENTATIONS
    I wonder why the story of my daughter’s ruined birthday party is not fetching me that 10k.
    Diamond’s bad door accident really touched me, she’s my only daughter, too precious to me.
    I couldn’t hold back the tears anymore when I saw her sleeping that night with her swollen mouth and face, I finally cried like a kid, old man like me o.
    Well, she’s perfectly fine now, but school resumes soon for a new session, so that 10k will go a long way in helping my wife get her ready for her new class Transition.
    Maybe am not yet a 10k winner because I don’t have bad doors to relate with anymore. Smiling.
    @bellanaija #Emilinks #MyDoorStory Day 12.

  52. Elo

    August 19, 2016 at 11:39 am

    Anytime I snapped pictures in front of my house, I always got very insulting comments. I stayed in an estate but people asked if I lived in a slum or I was homeless. Chai
    Dozie on the other hand who was my neighbour would snap pictures in front of his door and people would ask if he was abroad or something.
    I asked him for advice as I was loosing prospective babes, he pointed and laughed at my door. He said I should get #Emilink door any kind but he used #Emilinks Historic Armour Door.
    I decided to give it a try, now the embracing comments have stopped and I feel safer that ever.
    Bad doors do you no good whatsoever, Emilinks doors would change your house forever And confidence forever.
    I am a testimony to that. Get am #Emilinks door today.
    #Emilinks #Mydoorstory

  53. flames

    August 19, 2016 at 11:40 am

    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory #day10
    “Oh no, not again” was the thoughts running through my head as I was standing on the chair with my friend who came to visit me at home while my brothers chased the 2 rats that managed to sneak into our house yet again around the sitting room. This has turned into an almost normal occurrence since we packed into this house. This really bad door that leads to the backyard serves as an entrance to both humans and rodents alike. We have patched up this door as much as we could but it’s as if the rats have built their own secret way in through the door that we can’t figure out. God save you if you leave your food anyhow for a short time, just know you will go hungry that day.
    We do a total cleanup of the house twice a week to prevent odours cos you’re sure to pack out decaying food from behind the cupboards and chairs and every hidden nook and cranny in the house. Despite that, you can still perceive a hint of the odour.
    Worst of all, my friend and all of my other friends who heard the story have sworn never to come to our house again even though I have promised them that we have gotten a brand new Emilinks door and we no longer see those rats #Emilinks #MyDoorStory #day 11

  54. Miss Bond

    August 19, 2016 at 11:42 am

    Yay!!! I have won on Facebook wif my receptionist story.

  55. Michael

    August 19, 2016 at 11:47 am

    My self and my two friends stay in a two room apartment, the only thing separating the two rooms was a door, we usually call the door “curtain” because of how useless it was, it didn’t have a handle, to me it was as good as nothing because there was no secrete it blocked, I had a girlfriend and my two friends didn’t, whenever she comes they would have to leave in other to give us privacy and that wasn’t cool, one day she told me she wasn’t going to come see me anymore, she wasn’t cool with the fact that they had to leave the house whenever she comes and that she felt it was inconveniencing, I knew my problem was that door and didn’t want her to stop coming to see me, after she left I explained to my friends how important it was for us to change the door and they all agreed, one of them suggested we go for Emilinks doors which we did. Two weeks after the installation I called and told her I had a surprise for her, I really had to convince her before she agreed to come as soon as she got to the house the door was the first thing she noticed, it was actually a surprise to her, the Emilinks door was soundproof so we could now stay in the room with my friends in the other without any secret leaking out. Thanks to Emilinks for saving my relationship. #Emilinks #MyDoorStory #Day 12

  56. Busolammy

    August 19, 2016 at 11:48 am

    I am one Lady that will never strip naked in front of her fellow Ladies, not even in front of my Mum, That is how private I am, during my first year in the University, I got a room off campus in a 6 rooms apartment with a single bathroom and Toilet, I wasn’t Okay with it but Houses were scarce and expensive, My parents persuaded me to manage it for a year,we will get a better one next year they promised, 4 of the 6 rooms had female occupants while the other 2 were occupied by guys, I always make sure to wake up early and have my bath before the rush for the bathroom starts.
    On this fateful day, I carried my bucket of water, soap and sponge into the bathroom, I removed my towel then secure the door by twisting the nail attached to it, (this nail is the Locking mechanism) as I was taking my bath, somebody shoved hard at the door and before I know it I was facing one of the male occupants without having a single piece of clothing on, for some seconds I couldn’t do a thing, I experienced an array of emotions, Shock, anger, fear,with embarrassment topping the list! but I locked the door, I thought, How could it give in easily? I felt betrayed by the door! The guy was also very embarrassed , He quickly closed the door while saying sorry repeatedly, I wish the floor will open its mouth and swallow me, I avoided the guy like a plague, I couldn’t bear to face him for weeks. poor me became a victim of a bad door, If only the bathroom had an Emilinks door, I wouldn’t have experienced that most embarrassing day of my life I got a Nice Room in a Nicer house the next year, With strong and Beautiful Emilinks Doors fitted to all Doorways of course!
    #Emilinks #My door story #Day 12

  57. Ademola Adelugba

    August 19, 2016 at 11:49 am

    It was almost mid-day. I was alone in the compound, just back from a night shift. I was tired ? and trying to catch a nap. In a flash, I saw him in my front holding a knife ? asking to dispossess myself of all I had on me. He was so fearful. It was the fear of seeing an angel ? till He tells you “fear not”, and the fear disappears instantly but this wasn’t an angel, so the fear persisted till he left. He took other handy valuables in the house. I couldn’t even shout for help because of the fear still in me. I could only get myself some minutes later, then I realised it was only a light push on the door that allowed him in. I thought “but I locked this door?” Another thought came in “you sha know the door is bad.” I couldn’t just get my thoughts together.
    Days later, I heard of Emilinks doors through a colleague at work. I told my uncle who is the landlord. They were kind enough to give us discounts cos we were gonna change the doors to all the apartments. Although costly (but it guarantee safety and security), but what’s the point of using substandards that will give further loss and expenses? Think about this. #Emilinks #MyDoorStory

  58. Chigozie E.J

    August 19, 2016 at 11:50 am

    My bad door has completely turned me into a carpenter. If you come to my house, you will see nails of different lengths littered all around the corner with hammer that I use to make some amendments on the door every now and then. Either before going to bed or going out in the morning. The funniest part is that someone else can’t open my door except i alone knows how i do my thing. Because of the nature of my door i have stopped inviting people to visit me.
    Lol! My neighbours call it “magic door”.
    I envy one of my neighbour’s EmilinksDoors, so beautiful, so attractive, charming etc. Infact i can’t wait to change this outdated, obsolete door of mine to EmilinksDoors(…a confluence of class, style and safety).
    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory @bellanaija~Day 12

  59. Wisdom chukz

    August 19, 2016 at 11:51 am

    #Emilinks#mydoorstory I remembered one morning i had to wake up as early as 12am, just because i had a bite on my skin not knowing dat it was ant dat had come out from my substandard door, so with dat speed i had to rush and get kerosene and pour on them, so with dat fear i could nt sleep again. I waited for dat day to break so dat i could call the capenter to fix up my door, dats the disadvantage of using bad and substandard door. So therefore use #Emilinks doo.

  60. flames

    August 19, 2016 at 11:51 am

    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory #day10
    “Oh no, not again” was the thoughts running through my head as I was standing on the chair with my friend who came to visit me at home while my brothers chased the 2 rats that managed to sneak into our house yet again around the sitting room. This has turned into an almost normal occurrence since we packed into this house. This really bad door that leads to the backyard serves as an entrance to both humans and rodents alike. We have patched up this door as much as we could but it’s as if the rats have built their own secret way in through the door that we can’t figure out. God save you if you leave your food anyhow for a short time, just know you will go hungry that day.
    We do a total cleanup of the house twice a week to prevent odours cos you’re sure to pack out decaying food from behind the cupboards and chairs and every hidden nook and cranny in the house. Despite that, you can still perceive a hint of the odour.
    Worst of all, my friend and all of my other friends who heard the story have sworn never to come to our house again even though I have promised them that we have gotten a brand new Emilinks door and we no longer see those rats #Emilinks #MyDoorStory #day 12

  61. Maggie

    August 19, 2016 at 11:54 am

    #Emilinks #Mydoorstory #day12

    Angry with hubby? #Emilinks door have got you covered. You can slam it as many times as you want to vent your anger. Hahahaha….this is my testimony! #Emilinksdoor are strong enough to take their anger and echo it to your hubby until he gets the message

  62. Toyosi

    August 19, 2016 at 12:08 pm

    #Emilinks#day12#Mydoorstory….Dragging my feet after down the hall through the series of doors which seemed endless,before my room….the only thought on my mind was to have a cold bath to wash off the sweat and stress of the day,then cuddle my bed hoping it will calmly seduce me to sleep.At last! I made it!,I didn’t have to check the room number to know it was my room…the image of my door was imprinted in my head…but…OMG… it’s locked!…I wasn’t with my key but was hoping one of my roommates would be around when I get back ..but here I am,staring at the cold,hard door and the door stares at me back just like an idol stares at its worshipper.
    My plans for the evening has just gone to a place of no return because of the absence of a key… what do I do? I asked myself, I looked for tears but they weren’t just coming, I can’t even fake one to portray my disappointment.
    I hit the door#Emilinksdoors with my side, but of course it didn’t budge instead I’ll probably be nursing bruises …I pleaded in my heart for the door to open,but it wasn’t just listening…there I was just staring at the door. Then I started noticing the patterns on the door#Emilinksdoors,it was like a revelation..a beautiful site I never took time to admire,the engravings were formed into a throne, with a king sitting in majesty,his robe spread through the width of the door and his crown,it was magnificent and so high that my eyes followed it up to the end,
    Oh it’s just so sweet to behold! At last a smile came. Then I saw it.. something on the tip of the door frame….I reached for it and behold…it was a key, the master key to my priceless door…i was elated, it was like I just saw a million dollars. Then I realised, when there’s a delay in life, Don’t get bitter too soon for the better part might just be around the corner without you noticing it. Don’t look for shortcuts but open your mind to learn more…then you can move on to greater things.ory….Dragging my feet after down the hall through the series of rooms which seemed endless,before my room….the only thought on my mind was to have a cold bath to wash off the sweat and stress of the day,then cuddle my bed hoping it will calmly seduce me to sleep.At last! I made it!,I didn’t have to check the room number to know it was my room…the image of my door was imprinted in my head…but…OMG… it’s locked!…I wasn’t with my key but was hoping one of my roommates would be around when I get back ..but here I am,staring at the cold,hard door and the door stares at me back just like an idol stares at its worshipper.
    My plans for the evening has just gone to a place of no return because of the absence of a key… what do I do? I asked myself, I looked for tears but they weren’t just coming, I can’t even fake one to portray my disappointment.
    I hit the door#Emilinksdoors with my side, but of course it didn’t budge instead I’ll probably be nursing bruises …I pleaded in my heart for the door to open,but it wasn’t just listening…there I was just staring at the door. Then I started noticing the patterns on the door#Emilinksdoors,it was like a revelation..a beautiful site I never took time to admire,the engravings were formed into a throne, with a king sitting in majesty,his robe spread through the width of the door and his crown,it was magnificent and so high that my eyes followed it up to the end,
    Oh it’s just so sweet to behold! At last a smile came. Then I saw it.. something on the tip of the door frame….I reached for it and behold…it was a key, the master key to my priceless door#Emiklinksdoors…i was elated, it was like I just saw a million dollars. Then I realised, when there’s a delay in life, Don’t get bitter too soon for the better part might just be around the corner without you noticing it. Don’t look for shortcuts but open your mind to learn more…then you can move on to greater things.#Emilinks#mydoorstory#day12

  63. Maryam S

    August 19, 2016 at 12:18 pm

    #Emilinks #mydoorstory #day12 .These days i now sleep with one eye close and another eye open.Big Fat Rats have decided to share my room with me along side their kids and suspected relatives.I always make sure i lock my door before going to bed but at mid night,What i see is beyond me.Rats Trooping in and out of my wooden door as if one of them is hosting a Dinner Party or a wedding ceremony.The way They Jump from one place to another gives me goosebumps.I begin to wonder if am dreaming or its real life.They are soo excited that i wonder if they own the room or me.All efforts to use clothes to block the rats openings and holes on the door proved abortive. Last night,I decided to watch them as they celebrate in my room,Fear couldnt allow me to kill any even when one was dancing closer to my bed.I workup this morning with slight headache due to lack of sleep.And this just inspired me to write my door story while am thinking of changing the door to #Emilinks .I just spoke with my Landlord this morning to change the door while he will deduct it from my next rent.

  64. Ifeoluwa

    August 19, 2016 at 12:21 pm

    Doors can be broken in and differents animals welcomed to your home to feast on your food,clothes and body but with a door like EMILINKS you are well assured of an Exceptional,Magnificent,Incomparable,Long lasting-reLiable,qualIty,Nice,lucKy, Special door.Go to a store now to order for your EMILINKS door.It is either EMILINKS or no other.#Emilinks#Day 12#My door story#bellanaija#

  65. Ariko Fuludu Onome

    August 19, 2016 at 12:22 pm

    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory #Day 12

    Not the typical door story requested, but it (the competition) inspired me to write this short story.

    between the door
    By A.F.Onome

    Sometimes we stare so long at a door that is closing, that we see too late the one that is open. “Tupac?” No, Alexander Graham Bell, replied my grandfather who sat in his favorite cane chair, watching me feeling miserable. This was my twenty-sixth job interview, within the past four months… But as usual I got the polite reply, “I’m sorry, we couldn’t take you—better luck next time.” Those were the reply of the companies who were kind enough to give me a feedback. I had gotten to the stage whereby whenever I apply for a job, I don’t bother following it up, cause it brings nothing but disappointment.
    “I’m thirty-one baba and I still live at your house… I should be supporting you.”
    “The people to support me are your parents, unfortunately they are dead. You shouldn’t bear such burden, Lola” said my grandfather puffing a huge smoke out of his tobacco pipe.
    My parents had died in a fatal bus accident at the Lagos–badagary expressway, just when I was ten years of age and since then my grandfather, has been my all and all, he had taken it as his responsibility to fend for me, from feeding to my higher institution at the Osun State University, so it was painful knowing well this could be my last opportunity to be of assistance to my grandfather of ninety-two years, who though was strong, vibrant and with undoubtedly clear eyes, I swear was not ready to take the chance of my grandfather not eating my money before death comes knocking. “My old man must chop my money o,” I would tell my friend Emeka every time the topic of me been broke is brought up, while we were still in college.

    “Ìyànjú l’agbé ñgbin, elédùà nìkan ló mo b’ìsu se ñta. I believe you know what it means?” The old man asked me, striving with those words.
    “Yes I do. Efforts are simply what farmers sow, only God knows how they are formed”
    “Good, cause you will need that.” It was a nice quote, the only problem was that I have heard it, like a thousand times, in the bathroom, kitchen and literally everywhere in our three bedroom apartment, that seem to have been built during the time of Albert Macaulay. He doesn’t know how I feel, he has lived his life, why put efforts in something that yield no result? I thought. My face was filled with obscure sadness, and if placed in front of the sun, I was sure certain, it would cause an eclipse.
    “What have you learned so far in your search for employment?”
    “That my life is cursed and my head nor get oil..” I replied angrily.
    “No it means as long as you keep trying there will always be a door of opportunity.”
    “But baba opportunity they say comes but once?”
    “True, but to only those who stopped trying.”

    Nigeria has never been known as the land of opportunities, Lola, but it has been known for her hard hands, that she uses to forge people capable of withstanding hard times, said my grandfather who stared relentlessly deep into my brown eyes. There was this awkward silent for a moment, as the soft cold conventional evening breeze blew across our faces, for me, it was a cold that possibly could bring out the malaria fever in me, but for my grandfather, I presume it was a sensational bliss from nature, as he smiled showing his teeth that were missing; his once young face was now strata with wrinkles and one could hardly believe he was once a young handsome man, with so many young girls flaunting around him. I remember looking at his old school black and white pictures, then I realized where I had gotten my style from. His Afro were uniquely arranged, if seen by the youth of my days, it will become a pop culture. He looked uncharacteristically too quiet, one could mistake him for dead, hope this man never die so? Cause I never get money for burial,” I asked myself. But in his silent he was aroused by the memories of his late wife, late friends, and late child.

    I sat opposite him, sweating terribly in my borrowed suit, with no idea of what to do next. I was still at the balcony, and lacked the energy to carry myself inside the house, I swear, I was frustrated in and out. Just two days ago my girlfriend had broken up with me, for reasons I barely knew, but I suspected it was money related. With the sudden increase of everything, the need for money has rapidly increase too. Fine boy no money, my best friend Emeka would joke. I loosed my tie, that was knotted so tight, like a rope meant for execution. Just the thought of my girlfriend leaving me, I bowed my head, and began to cry softly.
    “What is it? Why are you crying?” My grandfather asked.
    “Baba Mo fe lati kú,” which meant Baba I want to die in Yoruba. “I can’t take it any longer.”

    I was still crying when a text message popped up in my phone, with the tears in my eyes, my vision was blurry, and I struggled to get a good look at it, seeing it, it was another stupid job interview. I immediately flung the phone to another side of the balcony. This I was capable to do, because it was an original Nokia torchlight phone, built to withstand the hardest conditions, whenever I got wet by the rain, I open it up, sun it, couple it back, and it continued performing its magic, it wasn’t like the modern sophisticated phones that lacked durability. Seeing my act, my grandfather gaze at me with his entirely vacant black eyes; and in them I could read his thought—(Foonu mi nìgbàti mo for emi o to won jabó kuro bi ti?) which colloquially meant “na phone when I dash am he dey throw way like that?”

    He was just silent, but I knew for a second he wished he was young again, so he could have picked a cane and beat the hell out of me, for an attempt to destroy my personal belonging, must especially one which I didn’t buy.
    He was a typical African parent who didn’t take any bullshit, even from the bull. I knew he was old but the vintage beating he had given me as a boy, were still fresh in my memory. Without been told I got up and picked my phone up, cleaned it and coupled it right back. I was a bit surprise how calm headed old age, had turned my grandfather to….

    “Why did you throw your phone away?” He asked me, taking a quick drag from his smoke pipe.
    “Baba I was angry…”
    “Meaning now you no longer angry?” He asked shaking his head at my utter stupidity. I tried giving him a better reason for my act, that could at least wash away the disdain look from his face, but suddenly a chip smile slipped from him. Which was a sign he had forgiven. I told him it was an interview from a company, a company with the least prospect of giving anyone a job, especially someone without a link or connection to the board of directors. I told him, it was just a waste of time, but just like always he insisted I should go and just like always, I listened.
    The weather was getting too cold to my liken, so i assumed it would be like the north pole for an old man like himself. He refused coming inside with me, but I had to use a little persuasion on him, I promised to make ogbolor soup for him, his favorite, after my return from my interview tomorrow. Like a baby bribe with candy, he agreed and we both walked in ducking slight through the door.

    As early as 3AM the next morning, I had ironed my clothes with the NEPA light that barely lasted twenty minutes, epileptic as usual, so I already have mastered the art of fifteen minutes ironing. By 4AM I was dressed in my borrowed suit, nodded my red tie like I was a staff of UBA and began my trekking. I wasn’t scared of been robbed, not for a second, cause my guidian angels were the thieves themselves. They knew the truth that the clothes I wore was a charade to parade for a job. On several occasions some of them had bought me sachet water—popularly known as pure water. I knew they committed some outrageous crimes but I also knew they were good in them. The country is hard, man must wak, man must chop, Steve would say; he was a friend I had met while he tried to rob me.

    There about 7AM I was at the gate of the private company, which covered closed to four acres land mass, from my eye calculation. My interview was scheduled to take place, by 11AM prompt, but I knew, I wouldn’t have been able to make it under the scorching Lagos sun, which its ozone layer has been depleted by the rapid growth of industrialization. I stood outside the gate waiting, for it to clock eleven, but suddenly the time that ran fast whenever I’m having useless conversation with Emeka and Steve, suddenly became a snail. I was getting comfortable with the beautiful terrain, but my present was making someone else uncomfortable. Two hefty security men opened the gate and approached me. Though I was wearing a suit and tie, their mere khaki uniform of a private security guard intimidated me. I felt so timid, I greeted them “Good morning sir” till they had to plead for me to stop.
    “Bros you senior me abeg stop the sir..” The older looking one said to me with a smile. So na suffer make this guy old pass me? I asked myself. They asked me what was my business around, that their company don’t like people hanging around the premises; I explained to them I had an interview by 11AM, but at that point in time, it was barely 9AM. Seeing how I was sweating, they were kind enough to invite me to share their post with them, getting into their security post, I was surprised to find a functioning air conditioner. I wondered if these guys even did their job, they probably spent most of their working hours sleeping under the air conditioning, cause I doubted they had one in their individual houses. It was non of my business, yet I was forced to ask, “bawo in o side ni iru tutu majemu?” Meaning: how do you work in such cold condition?
    “If we knew how to turn it off, we would have done that,” the second man replied sheepishly.

    I could have made an attempt to show them how it worked, but I wasn’t ready to start payig for company property, while I’m not yet an employee. I quietly took the sachet of water I had bought from a hawker on the street, and began sipping from it, like I never heard is reply. They offered me groundnut, which I gladly accepted, cause I had left the house without eating deliberately, in order not to be embarrassed by an upsetting stomach.

    Somewhat about 10:16AM, I could notice some timid faces coming in through the gate, these probably are some of the fortunate persons called for the interview like me, I thought. I was about leaving the security post to make myself present in the office they queued, when a man approached me pleading with me to rush and get him something to eat, just his voice alone, I felt the urge of giving him a slap he would never forget, which kind of temptation be this? I wondered. The dude seemed quite healthy to me, young with two capable legs, was probably my age mate, but his awkward dressing disqualified him a bit. I grumbled deep down, but my hands and ears were already taking instructions from him, he gave me transport fair and asked me to buy him joilof rice, beans, egg, chicken and dodo from the nearest fast food. This guy won eat kill himself? Just by the mention of their names I salivated endlessly.

    The time for my interview was fast ticking. I immediately boarded the first bike that came my way, getting to the fast food it was bursting as it seams, as everyone waited for their turn. I begged some persons to allow me move ahead of them in the queue, that I had an interview to be few minutes from now. Trust Lagosians, they all turned down my plea and I got the most silly response I have ever heard. “You go interview kon go find food when u won chop, u nor know were dey pain you na,” said one of the spectator I didn’t even think of asking, her attitude were as common as an old shoe. At this point I was beginning to regret my action. Though I knew my chances of getting the job was low, but I was so frightened to lose the opportunity of an interview, at least if I didn’t get the job, I could go back home and share my experience with my grandfather and probably laugh over it.

    I got back to the company and I was already twenty minutes late, two persons has already been interviewed, I asked after the man from the security men, but he had dropped a message, saying I should give the food to the security men, that he wanted to use the restroom. Hearing their response I was angry, angry that I came late and angry that the person I had almost missed my interview for wasn’t even present to receive his food and appreciate me for my effort.
    “Does he work here or something?” I asked them. But they told me that the man was a stranger, that they just met him for the first time. Hearing this I felt stupid, and began boiling in anger. They thanked me on his behalf, and I thanked them for giving me shade over my head.

    I returned to the queue and the saying the last shall be the first and the first shall be the last was however my case. I didn’t bother arguing about when or who came first, cause I know it would only result to unwanted embarrassment. After the fifth person came out, I was the only one who haven’t been interviewed. The secretary received a call just like she did for the last five times in my present giving instruction on who to go next, she dropped the phone and said calmly to me; you have to wait, the person in charge of the interview, just left for lunch break. I looked at my wrist watch to confirm if it was noon already, yeah it was. I looked at her, I lacked words to say; at this point I knew my chance for an interview was over. Just to fulfill all righteousness I had to wait, I took the fifteen minutes of the lunch staring at the beautiful young secretary, who braided her, and packed it graciously to the side, I admire her, but it was her eyes behind the medicated glasses she wore that got me tripping, they were the most brownish eyes I had ever seen.

    Few minutes later, the landline on her desk rang, she picked the call and told me to go in for my interview. I went in calmly, but shaking with a bit nervousness. She asked me my name, asked some more few questions, but all I heard was, I’m sorry your credentials and lack of work experience does not befit our organization. She looked at me with her eyes filled with empathy, but all I saw was the wickedness in her heart. Lack of experience? If everyone keeps rejecting me for lack of experience, how will I ever get an experience in the job? I said within myself. I got up from the chair to leave, then appreciated her for her time. I got to the gate to say my goodbye to the security men, whom I was sure certain I wasn’t going to be seeing. They asked me if I got the job, I summarized by saying no. I tried my best not to cry; I should focus on my long trekking ahead, I told myself. Now the sun was out and it was so hot, hot enough to make a mad man remain a mad man.

    I stood at the security post for some minutes, contemplating if I should enter the sun, or plead with the security men to spend some time with them till the sun sets, when I heard a familiar voice. “Thank you very much for the food,” he yelled from a distance. Knowing who it was I didn’t bother responding. Thank you my foot.If you were closer I would have welcomed your face with a punch, I said. Suddenly he began walking towards me, and I wonder if he had heard what I said. I turned my face swiftly facing the opposite direction, to avoid eye contact with him, but the young man just won’t mind his business.
    “I was saying thank you, thought you didn’t hear me… So I needed to get closer.”
    “Sorry my mind was not here,” I lied.
    “The security told me you went for an interview, when I got back to take my food,”
    “Yes that’s true.”
    “So how did it go?” He asked. His words were beginning to get on my nerves, but I don’t blame him, he was only trying to know. So I told him how it went, how I had been been declined, and been rejected several of times also. I just didn’t know suddenly I felt so comfortable talking to him, it was quite a nice feeling to have someone listen to you when you talk or share your problem, only that 80% of persons don’t give a damm about your problem. Hearing about how my credentials went befitting to the organization, he requested to see my CV and my result. I refused, he was going beyond consoling, afterall he was a stranger here, just like me. But I thought who the result done help? I gave him without holding back, cause I was already frustrated.

    He looked at the result with utmost scrutiny and smiled, why is he smiling, is it because my result was good or because it wasn’t good enough? I wanted to know. He told me my result was good, in fact, it was great, having graduated with a second class degree upper in Information Communication Tech. He continued smiling, he asked me to come with him, we were heading back into the company building so I believed there was hope for me. As we walked I asked him, if he knew someone inside who could help me, that I will be so grateful, but he had said “No.” He opened one of the offices door and immediately I went through with him my life changed forever. Behold he was the son of the CEO and one of the board members of the company, it was his first time in the company, his father had asked him to fill up for him, for a meeting that was going to take place that same day.
    “You seem like a nice man,” he said. “If today was my first and last day here, I wound love to make it good,” he added. He was suffering from sickle cell anaemia, he told me. But it was quite difficult for anyone to notice ’cause of proper health care and great food. He further introduced himself as Tovie, that his parents actually were from the southern part of Nigeria, Delta state to be precise.
    “All my life have been helped, you are my window of opportunity to help someone back,” he had said calmly to me. He admitted him been here was a way for his father to get him out of the house, and not wallow in self pity.
    He called the woman who interviewed me, to come to his office, within a minute she had appeared, she had a poor taste for fashion, was dress like a government school principal, with slight wrinkles on the corners of her eyes whenever she spoke, all these I didn’t observe during my interview, due to nervousness.

    He asked her why my application was not accepted, and suddenly the woman who was too bold to my liken, melted and was lost of words to say. I looked at her and I saw she wasn’t has powerful as I had thought.
    “How does hundred thousand naira sound to you for your first salary?”
    “Bros that na question?” I thought as my face became clouded with joy—was so excited, I got up and hugged him… Thank you sir, thank you sir… I said repeatedly. He asked her to print my letter of employment and she obeyed dutifully. Seeing my name Damilola Adebayo broadly engraved on the company letter head, I just couldn’t wait to show it to my old man. I was employed as one of their Information tech, but still on probation. He was so kind enough he gave me N1,500 for my transportation back home, are they still people like this left in this world? I wondered. I thanked him several more times as I took my leave. I had a job and enough money to cook my grandfather the soup I promised, so I branched the market on my way home.

    There about 5PM I got home singing praises to God, with so much excitation; I had come in through the kitchen entrance, so I dropped the food items in the kitchen, and went straight to my grandfather’s room which seemed like a museum with countless of old stuffs stocked in it, but he wasn’t there. I knew they could only be one possible place he could be, that was the front balcony. he never travels beyond that balcony, not for a long time. There he was seating in his cane chair, with his black sufficient eyes gazing straight into the twilight sky and a childlike smile that embraced his wrinkled face. Baba I got the job—I got the job, I said dancing with joy, I hugged him, but he didn’t hug back, it was then I notice he was on way beyond, he was dead. I fell down and began to cry, a day that was meant for celebration turned out to be a day of mourning. I cried continuously, nearly crying my eyes out. Still on the floor crying when I saw a sheet of paper that must have fallen from his hand, just after his soul passed on and on it was scrawly written: Between the door, lies a door, behind a door lies opportunities, in front of the door stands a man, but inside the house rested a man brave enough to open it.

    The End

    In memories of Otovie Arthur Chichah.

  66. Ozzzy

    August 19, 2016 at 12:23 pm

    I always love a good craftsman door, I love doors made from wood because I feel the skill of the craftsman shows more. I admire the cutting/processing of woods and then the designing. Making doors is art, sometimes I wonder how they got the idea of how to carve out designs on wood, spray them etc. To be able to make these doors one need a lot of experience and tutoring, this doors are not just beautiful but they are strong, they should serve their purpose which is ‘protecting’ a door protects the inhabitant’s of a building from unfavourable weather conditions, rodents and pest and then uninvited guests. A poorly crafted door won’t do this, its going to break down with time. Get #Emilinks doors they do more than beautify, they stand the test of time and they are made of premium materials which would beautify and protect your households. #MyDoorStory #Emilinks #bellanaija

  67. john oyekunle

    August 19, 2016 at 12:30 pm

    One fateful day I was sleeping in my room so I heard a loud disturbing noise at my door so I quickly rush to palour to check what was going on. I found that robbers were at the door so I started panicking. I tried calling the emergency helpline and I spoke to the policeman on duty. The robbers hitting the door and trying to force the door open. After trying frantically to gain access to my house they were unsuccessful so they left my house and move to another house. The police did not arrive the scene of the robbery until after 2hrs and by that time the robbers had robbed my neighbours and carted valuables. I heard one of my neighbour say they collected large sum of money from her. They shot dead the security man attached to my neighbour ‘s house. It was awful experience that I will never forget in a long time. The robbers could not gain entrance into my house and rob me because I use emilinks doors. Emilinks doors are strong and can withstand any form of external force thereby providing adequate security to your home. #Emilinks #MyDoorStory

  68. Segun

    August 19, 2016 at 12:34 pm

    #MyDoorStory #Emilinks #bellanaija #Day12 There’s a saying “if a man is able to provide meal for himself, he has solved 90% of his problem”; this was what I did some years ago while I was still an undergraduate. I lived in a storey building with my landlady and other students. We were like a family because we supported each other. My landlady keeps goats, and grows vegetables. Just before my 300L rain semester exams, I bought the ‘white beans'(o my God! beans) with the last money I had with me because I thought food is the most important thing during exam period. But my door ruined my exams. How? My door was what I call ‘pako’ because the one of the door hinges had completely detach from the door frame due to wood bug infestation. Knowing that I have just beans as the only food, I picked the beans, made sure there were no shaft nor stones, I also had all other ingredient like pepper, onion, salt and palm oil available, but there was no charcoal. So I decided to go buy charcoal on credit at the next street. On getting to the Charcoal seller. I observed a strong wind blew for a moment. I never knew this wind had also blew my door open!. On getting back to the hostel I quickly got the charcoal stove which is always kept outside, I lite the charcoal stove. Yeah! I was excited I was going to cook beans. Then I said to myself: ‘segun let go get the beans and pot in room’. But to my greatest dismay my room was “doorless”! my insect infected door was lying on the floor, to make the matter worst I have a visitor in my room, it was one of my landlady’s goat. Yeah! The goat had already finished feasting on my beans. My beans was gone!. I couldn’t cry or laugh, I got frustrated and couldn’t read that afternoon, I only got to eat when my hostel mate arrived from class, which was around 10pm, you can imagine how hungry and angry I must have been… My landlady’s non-chalant attitude toward repairing my wood bug infested door cost me two days meal. #Emilinks doors provides all the security I need and brings my expectations to reality, only if she had chosen #emilinks doors. This is #mydoorstory

  69. Mahka

    August 19, 2016 at 12:45 pm

    #Emilinks #My Door Story Day12.
    My cousin brother is an Engineer, at the moment he has so much time on his hands-not employed.
    I come back from work daily n there he was bragging about the day’s -fixes. I didn’t want to burst his bubble by complaining about how the door he fixed still has wires n metals poking out…so I cheered him on.
    Everyday,it’s one new fixes; bathroom door, kitchen bolts, with all the junk wires n metal scraps still poking.

    One faithful saturday morning, after i just launched my new asoebi dress, getting to the front door,the dreadful scraps I thought I avoided pokes me n strings through my dress…Anger was not enough to describe my mood. There n then I called my carpenter to change all the bad doors.

    We woke up on Sunday morning to the sounds of Emilinks doors being replaced in the living room. My face beamed with smiles cos I knew ‘beta don come’,even my poor cousin said nothing cos he knew it was about time too.

  70. Ogochukwu

    August 19, 2016 at 1:00 pm

    #MyDoorStory #Emilink Day 12 Emilink doors are the best! Do you know why? Which other door manufacturing company have empowered Nigerians like this! I mean they have to be manufacturing good doors and not bad door to be able to afford this kind of promotion. Keep it up. #ILoveEmilink

  71. Ariko Fuludu Onome

    August 19, 2016 at 1:01 pm

    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory #Day 12

    It might not be the typical door story requested, but it (the competition) inspired me to write this.

    Between The Door
    By A.F.Onome

    Sometimes we stare so long at a door that is closing, that we see too late the one that is open. “Tupac?” No, Alexander Graham Bell, replied my grandfather who sat in his favorite cane chair, watching me feeling miserable. This was my twenty-sixth job interview, within the past four months… But as usual I got the polite reply, “I’m sorry, we couldn’t take you—better luck next time.” Those were the reply of the companies who were kind enough to give me a feedback. I had gotten to the stage whereby whenever I apply for a job, I don’t bother following it up, cause it brings nothing but disappointment.
    “I’m thirty-one baba and I still live at your house… I should be supporting you.”
    “The people to support me are your parents, unfortunately they are dead. You shouldn’t bear such burden, Lola” said my grandfather puffing a huge smoke out of his tobacco pipe.
    My parents had died in a fatal bus accident at the Lagos–badagary expressway, just when I was ten years of age and since then my grandfather, has been my all and all, he had taken it as his responsibility to fend for me, from feeding to my higher institution at the Osun State University, so it was painful knowing well this could be my last opportunity to be of assistance to my grandfather of ninety-two years, who though was strong, vibrant and with undoubtedly clear eyes. I swear was not ready to take the chance of my grandfather not eating my money before death comes knocking. “My old man must chop my money o,” I would tell my friend Emeka every time the topic of me been broke is brought up, while we were still in college.

    “Ìyànjú l’agbé ñgbin, elédùà nìkan ló mo b’ìsu se ñta. I believe you know what it means?” The old man asked me, striving with those words.
    “Yes I do. Efforts are simply what farmers sow, only God knows how they are formed”
    “Good, cause you will need that.” It was a nice quote, the only problem was that I have heard it, like a thousand times, in the bathroom, kitchen and literally everywhere in our three bedroom apartment, that seem to have been built during the time of Albert Macaulay. He doesn’t know how I feel, he has lived his life, why put efforts in something that yield no result? I thought. My face was filled with obscure sadness, and if placed in front of the sun, I was sure certain, it would cause an eclipse.
    “What have you learned so far in your search for employment?”
    “That my life is cursed and my head nor get oil..” I replied angrily.
    “No it means as long as you keep trying there will always be a door of opportunity.”
    “But baba opportunity they say comes but once?”
    “True, but to only those who stopped trying.”

    Nigeria has never been known as the land of opportunities, Lola, but it has been known for her hard hands, that she uses to forge people capable of withstanding hard times, said my grandfather who stared relentlessly deep into my brown eyes. There was this awkward silent for a moment, as the soft cold conventional evening breeze blew across our faces, for me, it was a cold that possibly could bring out the malaria fever in me, but for my grandfather, I presume it was a sensational bliss from nature, as he smiled showing his teeth that were missing; his once young face was now strata with wrinkles and one could hardly believe he was once a young handsome man, with so many young girls flaunting around him. I remember looking at his old school black and white pictures, then I realized where I had gotten my style from. His Afro were uniquely arranged, if seen by the youth of my days, it will become a pop culture. He looked uncharacteristically too quiet, one could mistake him for dead, hope this man never die so? Cause I never get money for burial,” I asked myself. But in his silent he was aroused by the memories of his late wife, late friends, and late child.

    I sat opposite him, sweating terribly in my borrowed suit, with no idea of what to do next. I was still at the balcony, and lacked the energy to carry myself inside the house, I swear, I was frustrated in and out. Just two days ago my girlfriend had broken up with me, for reasons I barely knew, but I suspected it was money related. With the sudden increase of everything, the need for money has rapidly increase too. Fine boy no money, my best friend Emeka would joke. I loosed my tie, that was knotted so tight, like a rope meant for execution. Just the thought of my girlfriend leaving me, I bowed my head, and began to cry softly.
    “What is it? Why are you crying?” My grandfather asked.
    “Baba Mo fe lati kú,” which meant Baba I want to die in Yoruba. “I can’t take it any longer.”

    I was still crying when a text message popped up in my phone, with the tears in my eyes, my vision was blurry, and I struggled to get a good look at it, seeing it, it was another stupid job interview. I immediately flung the phone to another side of the balcony. This I was capable to do, because it was an original Nokia torchlight phone, built to withstand the hardest conditions, whenever I got wet by the rain, I open it up, sun it, couple it back, and it continued performing its magic, it wasn’t like the modern sophisticated phones that lacked durability. Seeing my act, my grandfather gaze at me with his entirely vacant black eyes; and in them I could read his thought—(Foonu mi nìgbàti mo for emi o to won jabó kuro bi ti?) which colloquially meant “na phone when I dash am he dey throw way like that?”

    He was just silent, but I knew for a second he wished he was young again, so he could have picked a cane and beat the hell out of me, for an attempt to destroy my personal belonging, must especially one which I didn’t buy.
    He was a typical African parent who didn’t take any bullshit, even from the bull. I knew he was old but the vintage beating he had given me as a boy, were still fresh in my memory. Without been told I got up and picked my phone up, cleaned it and coupled it right back. I was a bit surprise how calm headed old age, had turned my grandfather to….

    “Why did you throw your phone away?” He asked me, taking a quick drag from his smoke pipe.
    “Baba I was angry…”
    “Meaning now you no longer angry?” He asked shaking his head at my utter stupidity. I tried giving him a better reason for my act, that could at least wash away the disdain look from his face, but suddenly a chip smile slipped from him. Which was a sign he had forgiven. I told him it was an interview from a company, a company with the least prospect of giving anyone a job, especially someone without a link or connection to the board of directors. I told him, it was just a waste of time, but just like always he insisted I should go and just like always, I listened.
    The weather was getting too cold to my liken, so i assumed it would be like the north pole for an old man like himself. He refused coming inside with me, but I had to use a little persuasion on him, I promised to make ogbolor soup for him, his favorite, after my return from my interview tomorrow. Like a baby bribe with candy, he agreed and we both walked in ducking slightly through the door.

    As early as 3AM the next morning, I had ironed my clothes with the NEPA light that barely lasted twenty minutes, epileptic as usual, so I already have mastered the art of fifteen minutes ironing. By 4AM I was dressed in my borrowed suit, nodded my red tie like I was a staff of UBA and began my trekking. I wasn’t scared of been robbed, not for a second, cause my guidian angels were the thieves themselves. They knew the truth that the clothes I wore was a charade to parade for a job. On several occasions some of them had bought me sachet water—popularly known as pure water. I knew they committed some outrageous crimes but I also knew they were good in them. The country is hard, man must wak, man must chop, Steve would say; he was a friend I had met while he tried to rob me.

    There about 7AM I was at the gate of the private company, which covered closed to four acres land mass, from my eye calculation. My interview was scheduled to take place, by 11AM prompt, but I knew, I wouldn’t have been able to make it under the scorching Lagos sun, which its ozone layer has been depleted by the rapid growth of industrialization. I stood outside the gate waiting, for it to clock eleven, but suddenly the time that ran fast whenever I’m having useless conversation with Emeka and Steve, suddenly became a snail. I was getting comfortable with the beautiful terrain, but my present was making someone else uncomfortable. Two hefty security men opened the gate and approached me. Though I was wearing a suit and tie, their mere khaki uniform of a private security guard intimidated me. I felt so timid, I greeted them “Good morning sir” till they had to plead for me to stop.
    “Bros you senior me abeg stop the sir..” The older looking one said to me with a smile. So na suffer make this guy old pass me? I asked myself. They asked me what was my business around, that their company don’t like people hanging around the premises; I explained to them I had an interview by 11AM, but at that point in time, it was barely 9AM. Seeing how I was sweating, they were kind enough to invite me to share their post with them, getting into their security post, I was surprised to find a functioning air conditioner. I wondered if these guys even did their job, they probably spent most of their working hours sleeping under the air conditioning, cause I doubted they had one in their individual houses. It was non of my business, yet I was forced to ask, “bawo in o side ni iru tutu majemu?” Meaning: how do you work in such cold condition?
    “If we knew how to turn it off, we would have done that,” the second man replied sheepishly.

    I could have made an attempt to show them how it worked, but I wasn’t ready to start payig for company property, while I’m not yet an employee. I quietly took the sachet of water I had bought from a hawker on the street, and began sipping from it, like I never heard is reply. They offered me groundnut, which I gladly accepted, cause I had left the house without eating deliberately, in order not to be embarrassed by an upsetting stomach.

    Somewhat about 10:16AM, I could notice some timid faces coming in through the gate, these probably are some of the fortunate persons called for the interview like me, I thought. I was about leaving the security post to make myself present in the office they queued, when a man approached me pleading with me to rush and get him something to eat, just his voice alone, I felt the urge of giving him a slap he would never forget, which kind of temptation be this? I wondered. The dude seemed quite healthy to me, young with two capable legs, was probably my age mate, but his awkward dressing disqualified him a bit. I grumbled deep down, but my hands and ears were already taking instructions from him, he gave me transport fair and asked me to buy him joilof rice, beans, egg, chicken and dodo from the nearest fast food. This guy won eat kill himself? Just by the mention of their names I salivated endlessly.

    The time for my interview was fast ticking. I immediately boarded the first bike that came my way, getting to the fast food it was bursting as it seams, as everyone waited for their turn. I begged some persons to allow me move ahead of them in the queue, that I had an interview to be few minutes from now. Trust Lagosians, they all turned down my plea and I got the most silly response I have ever heard. “You go interview kon go find food when u won chop, u nor know were dey pain you na,” said one of the spectator I didn’t even think of asking, her attitude were as common as an old shoe. At this point I was beginning to regret my action. Though I knew my chances of getting the job was low, but I was so frightened to lose the opportunity of an interview, at least if I didn’t get the job, I could go back home and share my experience with my grandfather and probably laugh over it.

    I got back to the company and I was already twenty minutes late, two persons has already been interviewed, I asked after the man from the security men, but he had dropped a message, saying I should give the food to the security men, that he wanted to use the restroom. Hearing their response I was angry, angry that I came late and angry that the person I had almost missed my interview for wasn’t even present to receive his food and appreciate me for my effort.
    “Does he work here or something?” I asked them. But they told me that the man was a stranger, that they just met him for the first time. Hearing this I felt stupid, and began boiling in anger. They thanked me on his behalf, and I thanked them for giving me shade over my head.

    I returned to the queue and the saying the last shall be the first and the first shall be the last was however my case. I didn’t bother arguing about when or who came first, cause I know it would only result to unwanted embarrassment. After the fifth person came out, I was the only one who haven’t been interviewed. The secretary received a call just like she did for the last five times in my present giving instruction on who to go next, she dropped the phone and said calmly to me; you have to wait, the person in charge of the interview, just left for lunch break. I looked at my wrist watch to confirm if it was noon already, yeah it was. I looked at her, I lacked words to say; at this point I knew my chance for an interview was over. Just to fulfill all righteousness I had to wait, I took the fifteen minutes of the lunch staring at the beautiful young secretary, who braided her, and packed it graciously to the side, I admire her, but it was her eyes behind the medicated glasses she wore that got me tripping, they were the most brownish eyes I had ever seen.

    Few minutes later, the landline on her desk rang, she picked the call and told me to go in for my interview. I went in calmly, but shaking with a bit nervousness. She asked me my name, asked some more few questions, but all I heard was, I’m sorry your credentials and lack of work experience does not befit our organization. She looked at me with her eyes filled with empathy, but all I saw was the wickedness in her heart. Lack of experience? If everyone keeps rejecting me for lack of experience, how will I ever get an experience in the job? I said within myself. I got up from the chair to leave, then appreciated her for her time. I got to the gate to say my goodbye to the security men, whom I was sure certain I wasn’t going to be seeing. They asked me if I got the job, I summarized by saying no. I tried my best not to cry; I should focus on my long trekking ahead, I told myself. Now the sun was out and it was so hot, hot enough to make a mad man remain a mad man.

    I stood at the security post for some minutes, contemplating if I should enter the sun, or plead with the security men to spend some time with them till the sun sets, when I heard a familiar voice. “Thank you very much for the food,” he yelled from a distance. Knowing who it was I didn’t bother responding. Thank you my foot.If you were closer I would have welcomed your face with a punch, I said. Suddenly he began walking towards me, and I wonder if he had heard what I said. I turned my face swiftly facing the opposite direction, to avoid eye contact with him, but the young man just won’t mind his business.
    “I was saying thank you, thought you didn’t hear me… So I needed to get closer.”
    “Sorry my mind was not here,” I lied.
    “The security told me you went for an interview, when I got back to take my food,”
    “Yes that’s true.”
    “So how did it go?” He asked. His words were beginning to get on my nerves, but I don’t blame him, he was only trying to know. So I told him how it went, how I had been been declined, and been rejected several of times also. I just didn’t know suddenly I felt so comfortable talking to him, it was quite a nice feeling to have someone listen to you when you talk or share your problem, only that 80% of persons don’t give a damm about your problem. Hearing about how my credentials went befitting to the organization, he requested to see my CV and my result. I refused, he was going beyond consoling, afterall he was a stranger here, just like me. But I thought who the result done help? I gave him without holding back, cause I was already frustrated.

    He looked at the result with utmost scrutiny and smiled, why is he smiling, is it because my result was good or because it wasn’t good enough? I wanted to know. He told me my result was good, in fact, it was great, having graduated with a second class degree upper in Information Communication Tech. He continued smiling, he asked me to come with him, we were heading back into the company building so I believed there was hope for me. As we walked I asked him, if he knew someone inside who could help me, that I will be so grateful, but he had said “No.” He opened one of the offices door and immediately I went through with him my life changed forever. Behold he was the son of the CEO and one of the board members of the company, it was his first time in the company, his father had asked him to fill up for him, for a meeting that was going to take place that same day.
    “You seem like a nice man,” he said. “If today was my first and last day here, I wound love to make it good,” he added. He was suffering from sickle cell anaemia (sickler), he told me. But it was quite difficult for anyone to notice ’cause of proper health care and great food. He further introduced himself as Tovie, that his parents actually were from the southern part of Nigeria, Delta state to be precise.
    “All my life have been helped, you are my window of opportunity to help someone back,” he had said calmly to me. He admitted him been here was a way for his father to get him out of the house, and not wallow in self pity.
    He called the woman who interviewed me, to come to his office, within a minute she had appeared, she had a poor taste for fashion, was dress like a government school principal, with slight wrinkles on the corners of her eyes whenever she spoke, all these I didn’t observe during my interview, due to nervousness.

    He asked her why my application was not accepted, and suddenly the woman who was too bold to my liken, melted and was lost of words to say. I looked at her and I saw she wasn’t has powerful as I had thought.
    “How does hundred thousand naira sound to you for your first salary?”
    “Bros that na question?” I thought as my face became clouded with joy—was so excited, I got up and hugged him… Thank you sir, thank you sir… I said repeatedly. He asked her to print my letter of employment and she obeyed dutifully. Seeing my name Damilola Adebayo broadly engraved on the company letter head, I just couldn’t wait to show it to my old man. I was employed as one of their Information tech, but still on probation. He was so kind enough he gave me N1,500 for my transportation back home, are they still people like this left in this world? I wondered. I thanked him several more times as I took my leave. I had a job and enough money to cook my grandfather the soup I promised, so I branched the market on my way home.

    There about 5PM I got home singing praises to God, with so much excitation; I had come in through the kitchen entrance, so I dropped the food items in the kitchen, and went straight to my grandfather’s room which seemed like a museum with countless of old stuffs stocked in it, but he wasn’t there. I knew they could only be one possible place he could be, that was the front balcony. he never travels beyond that balcony, not for a long time. There he was seating in his cane chair, with his black sufficient eyes gazing straight into the twilight sky and a childlike smile that embraced his wrinkled face. Baba I got the job—I got the job, I said dancing with joy, I hugged him, but he didn’t hug back, it was then I notice he was on way beyond, he was dead. I fell down and began to cry, a day that was meant for celebration turned out to be a day of mourning. I cried continuously, nearly crying my eyes out. Still on the floor crying when I saw a sheet of paper that must have fallen from his hand, just after his soul passed on and on it was scrawly written: Between the door, lies a door, behind a door lies opportunities, in front of the door stands a man, but inside the house rested a man brave enough to open it.

    The End

    In loving memories of Otovie Arthur Chichah.

  72. valentineboy

    August 19, 2016 at 1:06 pm

    Pls what happened. You just deleted me from the people that won..day 11 .
    Investigate well am the original poster .I posted it on instagram .have been posting since day4 and people have been wining with my creative posts .I am @valentineboy

    • Ivie

      August 19, 2016 at 1:25 pm

      But you used someone’s pics

  73. David

    August 19, 2016 at 1:06 pm

    I am a fun person and love to hang out with friends, sometimes we stay out until when it’s late, I live with my elder sister and she always warns me of coming late at night but I always have my plans, whenever I come back home I’ll try my best to open the door as quiet as possible to enter but the door always betrays me, there this annoying sound the door makes anytime I try opening it, I’ve applied all the oils I know to stop the sound but it still comes back after some time, the sound is so loud that it always wakes my sister up and then we will go into a session of “long talk” with her. I convinced my sister we should change the door and she immediately bought the idea, I needed the door change more than her cos I couldn’t just stop coming late so when she gave me the money I went straight for Emilinks doors, today I can come back anytime and enter the house without no one knowing, I say a big thank you to Emilinks for solving my problem! #Emilinks #MyDoorStory #Day 12

  74. Adesanya Ahmed

    August 19, 2016 at 1:26 pm

    Day 12: This is what I call a BAD DOOR Day: I can’t control my laughter any time I remember this day, to cut it short, a dear friend of mine was once admitted in LUTH, and later died. His body was moved to the mortuary. As a muslim, we had to bury him that day. I was one of those who went to the mortuary to collect the body. When we got there, we were told they needed to clean him before we could take him and as I had heard a lot of scary stories about the mortuary, dead bodies and ghosts. I was really so scared being there. I was told to go and sign a paper in an office. As I attempted to walk past the door, something pulled me back, I didn’t even need to see what was pulling me, I thought it was a GHOST pulling me, I had to run for my life. I ran, and ran as fast my legs could carry me, maybe faster than Usain Bolt or not as fast, I didn’t care to know until I got to a clear, far and safe distance from the mortuary. I stood there to pull my self together. Then one of the workers at the mortuary was beckoning at me to come, I said ” No Way” I am not coming in there again. He then came to meet me, where I stood and do you know what he came to tell me. He told me it was one of the nails on the already BAD Door of the mortuary that pulled on my shirt. I then shouted at him ” You had better go and get EMILINKS DOORS so nails and ghosts will stop pulling people” I just walked away from the man after my advise. See what their BAD DOOR put me through. Everybody, please, biko go and get your own EMILINKS DOOR, It is CHEAP, AFFORDABLE, RELIABLE and DEPENDABLE. What more Can one ask for? #MyDoorStory #Emilinks

  75. valentineboy

    August 19, 2016 at 1:38 pm

    #emilinks #mydoorstory #day11
    I have been wondering why my friends don’t enter my room anytime they visit me .they rather stay outside than enter my room ,I tried to figure out the reason but was unsuccessful.
    On December last year my uncle came around for Christmas holiday , when he came ,the first thing he noticed was our front door.the door was very old,bad and dirty.he complained about the door through out the night, he tried to Analysed the usefulness of good and quality door to my father ,later my father promised to provide money for a new door first thing tommorow morning ,the door was replaced the following day with a brand new shining door.
    Then I called my two friends to come and help me do some work at home, when they arrived the first thing they notice was the new door .and I was in my room hearing they voice,one said “so this house fine like this, I be no know o”before I could. come outside they are already in the parlour.
    That was when I realise that the formal old door was covering the beauty of our house , i was juat speachless because i just learnt a good lesson

  76. Uche Okoro

    August 19, 2016 at 2:05 pm

    So I had this boy who comes to help clean up my parents house.i never knew he was a Mover and Shaker (I mean petty thief). I buy a bag of rice and other food stuffs and before I say jack it’s finished not that my parents are heavy eaters.my parents are the giving type so I just thought they were at it again(father christmasing). But to my surprise,when I asked them,they confirmed that they had noticed the drastic reduction so I decided to investigate myself. The door to the store where the food stuffs are kept has been bad for a while, makes a lot of noise and was almost falling apart.i decided to pay my parents a surprise visit without the knowledge of their house boy.while in the room,I began to hear sounds and I thought it was rats so I just ignored.but the sounds continued and suddenly I heard a loud bang, I traced the sound to the kitchen store and Lo and Behold it was the house boy doing shopping in my parents store and the loud bang was the bad door that had fallen on him after giving way. Thanks to that wonderful bad door, the culprit was caught. #Emilinksdoors has changed #MyDoorStory cos now the door to the store is nicely locked and the keys are with my parents.No one else has access to the store.

  77. Anane Josiah

    August 19, 2016 at 2:13 pm

    It was the beginning of a new semester, and I was finally a freshman. Everything was in order; I was done with the registration. I had purchased all what i needed for the start of the semester. I had even made some new friends. But I had one problem and that was accommodation. The population of students in the university was much higher than expected. Thus, hostels in the school and off campus were occupied. Nevertheless, my dad promised to keep searching. Luckily for me, two of the few friends i had made offered to accommodate me in their self contain until I had my own place. The gladness i felt turned into shock and worry when I saw the state of their doors. Security and privacy could not in the very least be ensured. The door leading into the house was riddled with what i think were bullet holes and had locks which were broken on the inside so anyone could burst in unannounced and with ease. I barely slept in that house, even after i had prayed. The bathroom door was out of its place, resting on the wall adjacent to it. One couldn’t even do his business in private, and I’m sure I would have something to say about the kitchen door if it had one. The first few weeks of that semester was practical hell for me until i got a call from my dad saying he had finally found a place. He came the next day and we went there together. The first thing i looked out for were the doors and I was not disappointed. These doors were too spectacular! These strong, firm, and polished doors furnished the whole house. I asked my dad which brand of doors these were. “Emilinks”, he said. So long story short, in a few days, i moved in and security was restored. Thank you, Emilinks!

  78. KAREN

    August 19, 2016 at 2:17 pm

    DAY 12
    #EMILINKS #MYDOOR STORY
    Taking selfies is my favorite hobby…not bad though and is always in front of doors. I can never take pictures on my door because is a WHACK!. My family door isn’t EMILINKS, so I don’t bother the poor door.
    These days , if yours are not EMILINKS, sweetie, believe me you are on a long thing. Girls like me were pretty obvious that your door, house shows your personality, I might blame youthful exuberance.
    I told you that I don’t bother my poor 17th century door…not my parents fault. I was battling with the spirit of belonging, but my average class house will not allow me. I don’t even allow my friends to see my Nokia C1 phone talk more of viewing my pictures.. That phone is dangerous.
    It was so terrible, very intimidating because my friends were of high class and they did have EMILINKS doors. Their selfies were cool; of course their likes were almost competing with Tiwa Savage. Chai…See freshness…! Guys adored them and even smooched their selfies. The thoughts won’t even leave me, no matter how much I read my bible. I kept living…I mean living in bondage until I no longer cared about what made sense…I just wanted a fresh house with gold plated EMILINKS doors.
    When I realized I was going off the track, I decided to worry less and pay Nene a visit. Nene was my friend… my asiri friend. Her house was the coolest and of course.. EMILINKS everywhere. It was a cool evening like around 4:30pm, she was lonely and sad when her dog died…IMAGINE…! Someone crying over an animal…sorry dog lovers…I hate dogs especially their wet nose…ILL!
    She entertained me well…and the race began for selfies…CHAKAM! the camera clicked. We moved on to the balcony, at first she didn’t want us to go but later agreed. I tried opening the door…lo and behold… it was a half door. I mean half..HALF PLYWOOD. No wonder she didn’t want us to go there… when I asked her, she said her brother spoilt the EMILINKS door and that was the half. HIAN,which can lie be dat!.That looks so old to be EMILINKS brands of door, it doesn’t qualify to be, like it has stayed for a long time and I didn’t blame her. We continued with our selfies.
    I got home and kept thinking about Nene’s door, I just realized that not all doors in the house were EMILINKS and she kept bragging. COMMON SENSE has returned. While should I kill myself that I don’t own an EMILINKS, besides if Nene could lie, then some of my friends were not truthful of their houses and doors.
    Since Nene can lie about doors. Anything is possible and I can lie and brag too. What’s the point ?. I don’t own an EMILINKS but I can work hard for it to be mine!

  79. Hakeem

    August 19, 2016 at 2:22 pm

    MY SHARE OF BAD DOOR
    Our school was terribly infused with cultists so the habit of keeping our properties and ourselves safe is simply prompt, still the saying of “what will be will be” happened when we got ransacked in our rooms.

    The security patrol couldn’t have done better but I wish our doors were stronger than what they fix. Those of ours who had no money to offer were thoroughly beaten and injured.

    Emilinks had bought back memories, if only we had their doors then maybe the intrusion won’t have happened. #EmilinksSpeaksQuality
    #bellanaija #emilinks #mydoorstory #day12

  80. Blessing

    August 19, 2016 at 2:32 pm

    Am tired of using Pliers to open my bad door, am going for EmilinksNG Door #Emilinks #MyDoorStory Day 12

  81. bisoye

    August 19, 2016 at 2:34 pm

    Sometimes, it’s the little things we take for granted that are most important. Take me for example. This morning I mistakenly locked myself out of my house just because I had forgotten to replace my faulty door. You need to see me. I turned to Jackie Chan, Bruce Lee and even Jim Iyke just to get the door to open but to no avail. Lanre my so called friend and neighbor had tears in his eyes because he had laughed so much at my efforts to get the door to open. That foolish boy, Shebi he will come and ask to charge his phone later this night. I go use him eye see WEHN!
    Eventually I had to call a carpenter to remove the door from its hinges. I no do again. Right now, I have resorted to using ordinary nail to close the door pending the time I get a quality door from the good people at Emilinks.
    #MyDoorStory #Emilinks Day 12

  82. Anane Josiah

    August 19, 2016 at 2:34 pm

    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory #Day12. Sorry for not putting in the hashtags in my previous post. This is what i rectified in this post.

    It was the beginning of a new semester, and I was finally a freshman. Everything was in order; I was done with the registration. I had purchased all what i needed for the start of the semester. I had even made some new friends. But I had one problem and that was accommodation. The population of students in the university was much higher than expected. Thus, hostels in the school and off campus were occupied. Nevertheless, my dad promised to keep searching. Luckily for me, two of the few friends i had made offered to accommodate me in their self contain until I had my own place. The gladness i felt turned into shock and worry when I saw the state of their doors. Security and privacy could not in the very least be ensured. The door leading into the house was riddled with what i think were bullet holes and had locks which were broken on the inside so anyone could burst in unannounced and with ease. I barely slept in that house, even after i had prayed. The bathroom door was out of its place, resting on the wall adjacent to it. One couldn’t even do his business in private, and I’m sure I would have something to say about the kitchen door if it had one. The first few weeks of that semester was practical hell for me until i got a call from my dad saying he had finally found a place. He came the next day and we went there together. The first thing i looked out for were the doors and I was not disappointed. These doors were too spectacular! These strong, firm, and polished doors furnished the whole house. I asked my dad which brand of doors these were. “Emilinks”, he said. So long story short, in a few days, i moved in and security was restored. Thank you, Emilinks!

  83. Omolola

    August 19, 2016 at 2:38 pm

    On my wedding night.
    I was excited and filled with joy but couldn’t hide the fact that I was tensed and worried about logistics, managing movement. I had to lodged into a cheap hotel near the hall.
    The day finally arrived, I was walking down the hall with my bridal train. Stepping out of the hotel room the bad door riddled with nails hooked a part of my gown and almost ripped the gown into two
    I was devastated and almost took that as a bad omen. In the process of fixing and patching the gown I had to miss a good part of the church arrangement.
    That bad door almost made the best moments of my life, the worst and most embarrassing .
    Later on in the marriage I invested in getting emilinksNG doors and when I entertain my visitors with that story I end it with the phrase “a bad door almost cost me my Joy, but with emilinksNG doors am secured of all” #emilinksNG #bellanaija #mydoorstory #day12 #truelifestory

  84. Ify Anyaogu

    August 19, 2016 at 2:42 pm

    A visitor was around and low and behold this rat like cockroach just entered from the hole in between the door, I thought he did not see so I was trying to cover the place when he said IT’S OK YOU DON’T HAVE To BE ASHAME IT HAPPENS EVERY WHERE. I was like Jesus; so door is an entrance to opportunities, without a good door there will be no entrance. An open door is a bright future to a greater height. When a door is bad or broken you have difficulty in entering, so is a broken desting. The way forward is to make hays while the sun shine with #EMILINKS DOORS to great opportunities. Thanks Ify

  85. Omolola

    August 19, 2016 at 2:42 pm

    Bad Doors
    #BASEDONTRUELIFEEVENTS

    Couple of years back, I gained admission into a federal university in nigeria. I was Excited about the infinite opportunity the system had to offer me.
    So i attended this entrepreneurship seminar that held at the school auditorium. The organizers of the event did a poll with our information to win a brand new phone.
    I never had luck with things like that, so 20 minutes before the end of the program when they announce the polls winners I left the hall and was outside discussing with a friend
    Unknown to me, I was a winner of the poll. Minutes later my friend said he heard my name being called on stage.
    So I ran Insanely before they disqualify me and give another person . Unknown to me they had this bad large glass door, that’s how I ran through it and injured myself and those at the other side.
    Making research about emilinksNG doors reminded me of that event and the necessity of a worthwhile, solid door. #bellanaija #emilinksNG #mydoorstory #day12 #basedonreallifeevent

  86. Pelumi Alabi

    August 19, 2016 at 2:56 pm

    @EmilinksNG #Emilinks #MyDoorStory Day12
    the door to which my grandma do keep her food stuffs was really bad. its top hinge had pulled abit but she still use her door,rats really disturbed her,in a bid to kill it her chicks also suffered the trap,her goats would be using their horns to scratch the door,parent even advised her to keep her food stuffs in her room,but she turned against it. On one fateful day,she sent my cousin to get her some cocoyam from the store,my cousin careless pulled the door and it fell,the garri rubber placed on the amala rubber at the back of the door poured,and he got himself wounded while trying to grab thd door. it was a big lost for my Grandma.
    My uncle fixed the door in his best knowledge and my grandma is back,not to keep foodstuffs this time but her firewoods. Haba Mama.

  87. Adeniyi Oyindamola

    August 19, 2016 at 3:10 pm

    Doors are not just for the beautification of a well built house; they are for security (not just from thieves) as well. But what happens when you have a bad door? A bad door doesn’t only threatens your life. It threatens your future as well. We had been managing this bad door for a while now. Father had been promising to change it when there is a raise in his salary. Then two weeks ago, that he was to attend the exam that will promote him to another step, he discovered that rats had eaten some part of the main certificate that he was requested to take along. But for God would have it, it was a photocopied paper and not the original. That was when we heaved a sigh of relief and advised him to change the door with immediate effect because that was their only access to the house. I was not so lucky though, those tiny little destroyer rats ate my charger! My netbook laptop charger! I never knew rats could be as dangerous as that. I had to go get another. Until our door is changed, I fear putting any valuables that rats can destroy in our house. It is that bad.

    #Day12
    #MyDoorStory
    #Emelinks

  88. Titilope Akinsola

    August 19, 2016 at 3:18 pm

    #mydoorstory
    I stay in the hostel with my 3lovely roommates.
    Our door always gave us problems. It never closes well and therefore gives opportunity for rats to come in. At least every week, we have have a rat or two.
    The door even opens and closes by itself sometimes. When closing, it causes this very loud sound that gives my geeky roommate headache. We even woke up one night to the sight of the door opening and closing on its own!!! We were so terrified!
    We complained and they changed our door to an Emilink door?. We were so happy, all our door problems are over.
    #Emilinksdoors #MyDoorStory #day12

  89. Chinwe

    August 19, 2016 at 3:21 pm

    #EMILINKS #MY DOOR STORY # DAY 12 #BELLNAIJA
    First impression matters but in the case of my friend, last impression cost her so much. She lived in a 3 bedroom flat, the landlord increased our rent with a promise of changing the front doors. I just had a new baby and my husband didn’t want to take chances, he changed our door to EMILINKS himself.
    My neighbor have been going through the adoption process for over a year and when all stages have been completed, the agency paid her a surprise visit. Her house was very beautiful and well arranged but she didn’t get the chace to show them inside because after they saw her front door, they cancelled her application saying it was dangerous, even after she explained that the landlord will fix it, they simply pointed at my door and walked away.

    Am sure they would ve been great parents to the baby but a bad door cost them that opportunity.
    She spent the whole day in my house crying and my husband surprised them with EMILINKS door the next morning.

    Its over 6 months now, they have started another process and we are confident this time around because EMILINKS door have got us covered.
    #Choose EMILINKS today
    #Dont learn the hard way

  90. Odunayo

    August 19, 2016 at 3:23 pm

    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory –How we scored Low on HSEQ Assessment

    Some years back, the company I work with, almost lost a big contract becasue we scored low in our Health, Safety, Environment and Quality Test. We scored low because we used regular iron doors to separate segments of our factory machine room, instead of Fire Doors.

    You see, fire doors are manufactured to withstand the spread of fire and smoke for a given period of time, usually a minimum of 30 minutes; it keeps the fire in the compartment in which it starts. This allows time for inhabitants of a building to escape. Fire doors are made with slow burning material.

    Fire doors are life-saving products and should be used in all public or commercial buildings, such as hotels, cinemas, hospitals and offices but can also be used in domestic homes.

    During our search for replacement doors, we discovered Emilinks doors which offer not just 30 minute, but 2 hour Fire Proof Doors, featuring self-closing hinges, intumescent fire strip and smoke seals, among other quality features. Visit http://www.emilinks.com today and be convinced.

  91. Bright Saviour

    August 19, 2016 at 3:37 pm

    My bad door experience
    If only they would let me sleep, I said to myself cos I was very tired. I had just come back from helping mama in the market, my younger brother and his friend were playing scramble and their argument was in high tone. I comforted my self, using the pillow to cover my eyes and ears, at last I found sleep but suddenly I heard my brother’s voice (snake, snake snake). It’s a dream, I just increased my sleeping gear. Then I heard it again, this time two tiny hands shook me, I jumped up and saw my kid bro crying pointing towards the kitchen, there’s a snake in the kitchen. I managed to calm him down but I was afraid myself. Snake, I have not killed one before what will do now. Since we were in our personal building I couldn’t call on neighbors and I am the senior to these young ones. I stood my ground trying to overcome fear, then I moved to the store I saw a big stick, I carried it, went into the kitchen, the snake was moving towards the opening at the downside of the back door. I stubbornly moved to where the kerosene gallon was. My younger brother at my back shouted, sister be careful. I poured the kerosene around the snake, it rolled towards me then I hit and it became weak, I took advantage of its weakness and killed it. What if I was not home, (I thought). Well thank God it is dead, as soon as daddy comes from work this month end he has to change this torn door to a more better and durable door,I am sure that it came in from that down side that is torn. for example :Emilinks door, the one Amanda they have in their house, I told my younger brother.
    #MyDoorStory. #EmilinksDoors.

  92. Mark Uma

    August 19, 2016 at 3:38 pm

    Bad Doors are the epitome of Substandard doors, why waste your hard earned money on doors that will make you regret when you can buy Emilinks Door which is worth the buy come rain come shine, as for me I’m porting to Emilinks Door which is the Hallmark of a quality door. Put your money to good use today, buy Emilinks door and kiss good bye to a Bad Doors forever. I Love Emilinks Door #Emilinks #MyDoorStory #Day12

  93. Judy N

    August 19, 2016 at 3:58 pm

    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory Day12
    Every night I stay awake, keeping vigil. You would think that I stay up to say my prayers, but not at all. You see, once the light go out in my room, evil creatures with four legs and pointed mouths, surrounded by whiskers appear. These animals of the rattus species, find their way into my room, through the express way that poses as a door. The door to my room is not a door. It is an express road because it offers no resistance to these creatures and so they run in and out of my room, playing hide and seek, eating up my food, and being a general nuisance to me. I have to stay awake to shoo them away, But once it seems like I am asleep, they continue their business.. Then my landlord discovered Emilinks doors. What a relief! Now I need not stay awake to chase rats, my food and books are safe. Thanks to #Emilinks, no more RAT VIGILS. Emilinks rock!

  94. Mona Theresa

    August 19, 2016 at 4:10 pm

    Day 12
    I do not have the luxury of a husband, child or nephew running to welcome me when I get back from work at the close from what I tag ‘the Lagos Hustle’. Leaving the house at 4:50 am has become a route even my body would find abominable to disrupt. I grew up in the north in a family of Nine, well excluding the parents of course. I was used to the tradition of having one or two persons welcome you at the door and give a warm interrogation of how my day went and what species of humans I was fortunate to meet. Fast forward years after my university, I am thrown to the western part of Nigeria for my youth service and then to a home two time down in the number of people I am used to. I start working right after service and the most loyal friendship I have built is with the screeching sound my bathroom door makes. I hate it and love it all at once; a love hate affair. By the way, engine oil has run dry on it hinges I can almost swear the landlord was been malicious in setting it up. But then again, when our relationship does not include reminding me I am the only human awake at 3:00 am setting off for work, it reminds me at am home. I open this door not to the aroma of well-prepared delicacies or the cheerful screams of family but to the damp yet fresh air laced pawpaw spices (that would be the work of my soap, tempted to eat it every time I have to sponge my tired self). I like to refer to my door as a female after all, we women have to stick together. Staring constantly at me in my bedroom, she is the only one who see me when I go down on my knees to pray, when I chew down bitter balls of garden eggs all in the name of weight loss. She see me pretend to be the world’s greatest gymnast (I am far from Simone Biles but I do have a nursery school certificate in the field of gymnastics), she see when I beg unseen mosquitoes to spare me a minute or two of sleep before the unending hustle of the typical Lagosian. Did I mention she has to be there while I communicate with Mother Nature in that what (you know now) and when I practice to be the next Nigerian idol? She knows a few secrets guess I should be more care around her yeah?
    Asides from her every noisy hinges, she is the prefect friend. Funny how doors are neglected but if they had the opportunity to speak, imagine what they would say? I remember when I and my immediate elder sister locked ourselves in the house on a long holiday that was when I was 5 years old. Trust me when I say we literally hugged each other and started crying. Why? Because our door was next to impossible to handle by an adult talk more by the hands of shaking children. When my eldest brother returned home, he got us out of the house after much shaking of the door. He was our superman that day oh, no jokes. Anything could have happened while he was away; fire outbreak, robbery, let’s not even think about it. My advice? Never install door that works like a smart phone, it should be effortless abeg. I know the picture is kind of dark, these are the only moments we have and with light becoming a myth in Nigeria, what can a man do? #Emilinks #MyDoorStory

  95. ajayi olawale

    August 19, 2016 at 4:25 pm

    #Emilinks #Day12 #MyDoorStory
    Hmmm, bad doors, that is what the topic should be about, but that is almost tge only thing I see around me, without the help of #Emilinks that might be the only story we have to tell, I hope the nect time emilinks does something like this, good doors are the stories we hasve to talk about #Emilinks changing lives

  96. Elizabeth

    August 19, 2016 at 4:43 pm

    Day 12
    So we get to use a thick folded cartoon to hold our front door to help it stay closed. And when a visitor is around i stay inside the curton to do it so they don’t see me. Its really risky because it is a front door and suppose to be a well secured and strong door like Emilink’s. #emilinks #mydoorstory

  97. Racheal Dennison

    August 19, 2016 at 4:46 pm

    Day 12 #MyDoorStory #Emilinks

    Nobody likes a bad door. Not even a newly installed one. It somehow takes away from the general ambience of a house.
    But here’s the thing, we somehow live with bad doors every day without even noticing it. Strange but true.
    Last weekend, I decided to do some house cleaning. To be clear this is not something I am prone to doing. I guess I am from a slowly dying breed of traditional men who think cleaning is strictly a house help’s premise.
    But I had to do this one. The whole family had travelled for a burial and for two weeks the house had been abandoned. So I reluctantly grabbed a broom, wrapped a stray handkerchief around my face and attacked the house like a maid on steroids.
    I discovered something I had never seen in the 25 years of living in that house. Yes, you guessed right. We had door issues. We had a total of eleven doors in the house and to my shock I realized that each door had a rough round hole at the lower edge.
    A cleverly created rat entrance.
    For generations under our noses, different regimes of ambitious rats had strategically eaten every of the eleven doors in the house, thereby weakening the structural integrity of the doors.
    As I hit the doors to remove dust from the surface, it resounded with a hollow sound that told me with certainty that the rabid rodents had also eaten them from within.
    I swore silently under my breath and made a mental note to call for a family meeting once everyone returned. Every member of this household needed to hear #MyDoorStory.
    Because without a doubt we had to rid the house of all the rodents and definitely all the doors!
    Beyond any doubt the #Emilinks brand of doors would do us justice.

  98. ajayi olawale

    August 19, 2016 at 4:53 pm

    #Emilinks #Day12 #MyDoorStory
    Here is how I feel about #emilinks and any other door
    Emilinks door can prevent an attack, while any other door would develop a crack.
    Emilinks door no him be baba, any other door is just a learner.
    Emilinks door is made of the best, any other door is made from the rest.
    Emilinks door was made to impress, to buy another door, you would soon be depressed.
    If Emilinks contest them go win the election, as for the other doors them no go dey the selection.
    To every other door Emilinks is a God,
    #EmilinksDoors everything you do is standard, you no dey ever do substandard.

  99. ajayi olawale

    August 19, 2016 at 4:56 pm

    #Emilinks #Day12 #MyDoorStory
    Only two words can be used to describe Emilinks doors.
    “THE BEST”.
    Getting one means you like quality

  100. Muhammad Adamu

    August 19, 2016 at 5:24 pm

    Here are my bad door story
    Emilinks door and Bad door
    Emilink door: hey bad door I am better than you.
    bad door: who told you that?
    Emilink: yes when it comes to quality and guaranteed.
    Bad door: oh you said that but for me you are useless.
    Emilinks: hahaha you make me laugh bad door.as far as softness, quality,affordable, guaranteed I am far better than you.
    Bad door: OK since you say so I will agree with that, but I want you to bear on mind many people are using bad doors in there homes some fees are using Emilinks doors.
    Emilink: hmm, is that so? But we are now in Nigeria we create some good doors for good houses and it’s cheap and reliable let me tell you I gave you a 1 week time all of your customers who are using bad doors will start using Emilinks doors.
    Bad door: uhm I am short of words, hmm my guy I think I will be start using eminlinks doors too and finally I will advertise this information to my friends.
    Emilinks: ohhh yes thank you guy you’re now a good guy come let me show you some of our good doors. #emilinks #mydoorstory #day12

  101. shodamola taiwo

    August 19, 2016 at 5:32 pm

    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory #day12
    My door experience at petroleum training institute(PTI) warri.
    Busy in a hurry for class one faithful day, its almost time for lecture, Mr Sunmola would not tolerate late coming,but its still 10 minutes i said to myself, just to lock the door and walk down to class won’t take much time but unfortunately for me as i stepped out of the hostel room to lock the door since i was the only one remaining to leave for class, the door refuse to lock, I battled with it for close to 15 minutes but all to no avail. I cant afford to leave the room open, checking the time it was 7 minutes past lecture time. Oh my God!, i screamed. On attempting to try something out the handle got off, i had to miss class that day to report to the portals and the door handle was refixed. But why changing handles frequently when you can get quality doors with original handles at a discounted price with EMILINKS. petroleum training institute minimize your expenses on repairs please contact Emilinks to fix all your doors and see the great positive difference.
    #Emilinks Na Baba

  102. Teenah

    August 19, 2016 at 8:13 pm

    Hi Bellanaija
    Am a day 11 winner, i haven’t received alert yet, I’ve sent my details already but you’ve not confirmed if you got them.

  103. Teenah

    August 19, 2016 at 8:13 pm

    Hi Bellanaija
    Am a day 11 winner, i haven’t received alert yet, I’ve sent my details already but you’ve not confirmed if you got them.

  104. Dimeji

    August 19, 2016 at 9:03 pm

    Well, it was on a beautiful Sunday, We got back from church and i dashed straight to the dinning. I always appreciate weekends but not Sundays, since I’m going to school the next day.

    My parents are firmly strict with the way we walk around the street so I had
    to sneak out to play football with my friends. I thoroughly enjoyed myself on the pitch, It was getting dark and all I was thinking was dashing home ASAP.
    Getting back home my plan was to get in through the back door which we don’t open often but I was quite unlucky because I got scratched very bad, I couldn’t cover the injury due to the pain. My parent never bothered about trashing me about going because of what had happen.

    I felt alot of pain afterwards, had I known I would have come in through the front door and servey punishment instead of going through a terrible door.
    #Emilinks door and fittings is of much quality, I spread the gospel to my friends daily.
    #mydoorstory #bellanaija #day12

  105. Jumoke

    August 19, 2016 at 9:37 pm

    #Emilinks #bellanaija #mydoorstory #day12

    I work mostly at night because I’m always filled with ideas and I don’t get stressed by anyone.
    My job was fun because i love designing peoples clothes but i do witness alot of atrocities by night invaders(rat), The night which always get the best part of me becomes a stressful one. I even got fed up of setting traps ranging from powder poison to rat gums still I couldn’t get the best of them. Carpenters had fix the holes by my door quite a number of time yet they parade and invade my property daily.
    Emilinks had become a major priority in my budget. #StressFreeEmilinks

  106. Dimeji

    August 19, 2016 at 10:03 pm

    It was on a beautiful Sunday, We got back from church and i dashed straight to the dinning. I always appreciate weekends but not Sundays, since I’m going to school the next day.

    My parents are firmly strict with the way we walk around the street so I had
    to sneak out to play football with my friends. I thoroughly enjoyed myself on the pitch, It was getting dark and all I was thinking was dashing home ASAP.
    Getting back home my plan was to get in through the back door which we don’t open often but I was quite unlucky because I got scratched very bad, I couldn’t cover the injury due to the pain. My parent never bothered about trashing me about going because of what had happen.

    I felt alot of pain afterwards, had I known I would have come in through the front door and servey punishment instead of going through a terrible door.
    #Emilinks door and fittings is of much quality, I spread the gospel to my friends daily.
    #mydoorstory #bellanaija #day12

  107. Blessing Okeke

    August 19, 2016 at 11:14 pm

    Day 12 #Emilinks #mydoorstory January 2016, my family and I returned from the east after the Christmas holidays with extended family members and was faced with the sad news of my father inlaw’s demise the following day. We began planning to return back to the village for the burial then our landlord came with threats of quit notice. We pleaded for him to give us some time as we are planning for a burial but he refused to listen to our pleas. One fateful day he came and locked us out of the 3 bedroom apartment, we slept out and my boys still had their school uniforms on because there was no change of clothes for them. My husband being a peaceful man started looking for an apartment and got a boys quarters just for us to move in at the interim and because of lack of money as he was also preparing for his dad’s burial. We moved into the boys quarters that’s not spacious at all but it’s better than having to deal with an angry landlord on a daily basis. Then we starting facing challenges of a broken door, my kids sleep just at the base of this door. We would wedge the door at night with boxes to prevent it from falling on the kids when it rains and becomes windy. Our new landlord promised to come fix it but hasn’t. The other day I was sweeping the house and found a scorpion that fell from inside the door, been an iron security door, it has become rusty and now houses cockroaches and other insects. I thank God that scorpion didn’t come out at night when the kids were still sleeping. I can’t wait until the door is fixed so all this nightmare can be over. That is my door story.

  108. chidinma

    August 19, 2016 at 11:32 pm

    #Emilinks #mydoorstory #day12. My substandard wooden theatre door story.
    As a certified theatre nurse ,I have been privileged to !work in various private up to date facilities within the eastern zone but working in a private hospital can never be enough. On a particular blessed day I got a message that I was successful in the interview I went for in a federal medical centre. My joy knew no bound !.I felt that I have arrived and on getting to this medical centre, I discovered that every unit was newly refurbished. Working there was worthwhile until this particular day that I was on call and an emergency was rushed in from casualty unit of a patient involved in road traffic accident. The chief surgeon was informed, emergency grouping and crossmatching of blood done, theatre ready, patient prepped, and as we were wheeling patient into the theatre through the thoroughfare door that one side of the door pulled off and hit the chief surgeon on the head and he passed out. Chei !! Come see confusion for theater. some Doctors rushed and lifted the surgeon onto a stretcher and started resuscitation while I and some Doctors where applying tourniquet, transfusing and stabilising the critical patient. Some wicked contractors can really go for substandard products to make gain oooooo . Had it been#Emilinks door, the story would have been different because Emilinks door is durable, affordable, cost effective, long lasting, trust worthy, reliable and with special promo, its made cheap for all to grab. We ended the surgery with the assistant surgeon while the chief surgeon still lay? unconscious till day breaks to go for brain scan. They suspects internal haemorrhage. This is our work and the “hazards” we face. Today, our theatre doors are being changed to Emilinks door. Kudos to Emilinks company for this great product and the opportunity and awareness to utilise it.
    even as Nigerians are going “gaga” , we join the gaga saga. Who said health workers don’t have eye for sweet things? Emilinks rocks! !!!!!!!!!!

  109. A. Worth

    August 20, 2016 at 1:31 am

    #Emilinks
    #mydoorstory
    #Day 13

    No doubt that doors bring, to a notable degree, some sense of security and even more than that.
    This happened to me when i was in 100L in Kwara state polytechnic. I choosed to live outside the campus as i can’t imagine myself getting use to the rowdy life and activities of student within the campus. All plea from my parent and friends were firmly turned down and my parent finally gave up when they realise i show no sign of yielding to their demand. My apartment wasn’t standard and it wasnt substandard either- i guess it was somewhere between the two. I wasnt really bothered about the state of my apartment since it served my primary need which is solitude. My problem began when i noticed that one of the guys also living in the house always stares at me in a very akward manner. I paid little attention to it and this continue for some six months! Now at this point i have to tell you that i am a really shy person and if their is to be an association for shy people, i’d be the president-no sweat. So i always try to protect the little self esteem i have left. One a particular day i was running late for lecture so i quickly dash into the badroom. The bathrooms were actually 6 in number two were block, so everybody occupying the building had to share the other four. The bathrooms were even “below” substansdard with fluctuating door and corroded latch, you have to slam it with a great deal of force before it will stay in place. Well i rush into bathroom no.3 and without further ado got covered in soap bubbles. Suddenly i realize that the door has been jerk wide open. With a yelp i turned and standing there is Mr Eyes( my nickname for the guy that always stare at me). Most absurd part, he didnt even go away or apologise. He just stood there staring. My face was so flush with embarrasment. I grab my towel, wrap it around my soap- covered-body and ran out of the “bathroom”. I move out of the house after this “encounter” and i never met Mr Eyes again. There is nothing that will make me forget that day……Nothing at all. And because of a single bad door, i felt the rest of my self-esteem took to the sky.

  110. Olusegun J.

    August 20, 2016 at 1:38 am

    #emilinks
    #mydoorstory
    #day 13
    The disadvantages of a bad door cannot be exagerated.
     Once my parents were out of town and my brother and I were left alone at home. On a particular tuesday, which marked the second day of their departure, i woke up feeling suprisingly refresh. My brother must have felt the same because he carried out his chores ungrudgingly which of course is very unlike him- freedom is indeed sweet.
     Some of our friends came over in the afternoon and we play a lot of games which include chess, scrables and football to mention but a few.
     In the evening one of our friends popularly known as Big Mike , while giving another friend of ours a hot chase, slam into the front door with such force that the all its hinge came off. Big Mike was seriously injured and there was pandemonium as we all rush him to the hospital. When we (my brother and I) returned we discover that there is no way we can fix the door so decided to gently put it back to where it suppose to be then we went into the living room to watch a movie we have been anticipating to to watch. While watching the movie the door kept falling off and we kept placing it back to where it supposed to be and sometimes later it stood in place. We later discovered to our greatest disappointment that the movie was incomplete and by nine o’ clock decided to go and sleep. All the morning gush and excitement had fully evaporated by now.
     Being an early riser, i woke up before my brother the next day to discover that the front door was wide ajar. I screamed and my brother dash into the living room at a neck breaking speed. We later discover that three cellphones, a dvd player and a laptop were missing then reality struck- we have been robbed. After recovering from my initial shock i realise that had it mean the door  is good we might have been able to avoid the situation.
     Don’t ask but that same door now has four locks firmly bolted to it and two more hinges added to the initial number. The bad door allow the bulgers to gain unrestrained entrance and they very well came, saw and conquer.

  111. Lin

    August 20, 2016 at 3:38 am

    #Emilinks #mydoorstory #day13

    OK so I was on a school field trip to Ghana and we were lodged in this hotel with doors like one of a kind. Boy, were the doors dilapidated?
    I have never seen such before. There and then I insisted the Manager gets Ekilinks door which arrived the next day all the way from Naija. Good stuff!! Go for emilinks otherwise you will spend the night with one eye open like we did in Ghana.

  112. Lin

    August 20, 2016 at 3:39 am

    #Emilinks #mydoorstory #day13

    OK so I was on a school field trip to Ghana and we were lodged in this hotel with doors like one of a kind. Boy, were the doors dilapidated?
    I have never seen such before. There and then I insisted the Manager gets Emilinks door which arrived the next day all the way from Naija. Good stuff!! Go for emilinks otherwise you will spend the night with one eye open like we did in Ghana.

  113. Lin

    August 20, 2016 at 3:45 am

    #Emilinks #mydoorstory #day12

    OK so I was on a school field trip to Ghana and we were lodged in this hotel with doors like one of a kind. Boy, were the doors dilapidated?
    I have never seen such before. There and then I insisted the Manager gets Emilinks door which arrived the next day all the way from Naija. Good stuff!! Go for emilinks otherwise you will spend the night with one eye open like we did in Ghana 🙂

  114. Alex

    August 20, 2016 at 11:09 am

    I remember clearly like it was a second ago. I woke up late that morning and began to get ready for the day. I had slept late, woken up late and had morning lectures, so I was in a hurry. My apartment had this terrible door that just wouldn't close properly and sometimes when you think you had locked it well, you wouldn't know that it was still very much open. Everyone who ever came to visit advised me to change the door and a number of them actully prescribed Emilink doors because they were frustrated with my door wahala. In fact I never let my friends lock it because I was the only one who knew how to turn the handle and lift the door before locking it and double checking.  However that morning I was pressed for time and I made the ultimate mistake of forgetting to check if it locked properly. I had a very busy day and got back in the evening around 8pm which meant I'd been away for more than 12hours. All that was on my mind was eating dinner with the Egusi soup I cooked the day before. Getting to my apartment, I found that door slightly but visibly open. My heart started beating because I knew my laptop, a few thousand naira and other valuables were in there and I thought my house had just been broken into. I cautiously walked in and to my surprise everything was in order. I ran to the bedroom and checked, but still everything was as it was supposed to be. I was about to relax when I noticed that something was not looking right in the kitchen. I walked in there and saw a pile of plates and pots. I looked into one of the pots and saw a "thank you" note. Apparently 3 of my guys had come around earlier, didn't find me, found my door unlocked, went in and treated themselves to a good meal. My soup was gone.
    I could not even cry. Two days later, a strong Emilink door was guarding my home. My soup was never ever taken again.
    #Emilinks #mydoorstory #day12.

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