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Find out if are you a Day 5 Winner in the EMILINKS N3,000,000 Giveaway! Be 1 of 10 Nigerians to WIN N10,000 Each Day for the Next 30 Days #MyDoorStory #Emilinks – Day 6

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The #Emilinks #MyDoorStory N3,ooo,ooo Giveaway is still on where 10 people will be getting N10,ooo each day for the next 30 days. 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!

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!

Enter the Emilinks presents #MyDoorStory giveaway

Over the next 30 days, 10 Nigerians will WIN N10,000 Daily!

Meaning a total of N3,000,000 will be WON.

How to participate

  • Take a clear photo of yourself featuring a beautiful door of your choice
  • Share a story about doors and their importance in your life 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 onwww.bellanaija.com/tag/emilinks
  • For entries on BN, simply leave a comment on the post of the day. e.g Day 1
  • 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) Flora – Day 5, This is a true life story guys!
There’s this very wealthy man on our street, when I say wealthy, I mean he is RICH! He has two gigantic business complexes in the most popular market here, he has three houses which was rented out and a very big MANSION where he stays with his family. He has over the years been the target of the notorious armed robbers in the area. On different occasions, they have followed him home, trailed him to the bank and even to church!
Now, this is the interesting part: On a fateful day, he returned late from work, drove his car into the driveway and went upstairs into the house. Immediately he locked the door behind him, there was a deafening bang! Immediately he knew who the visitors were. He settled in and acted like nothing was happening even with the loud bangs on the door..Honestly, if I were in his shoes, I would have gone like a chicken to open the door, but I quickly erased that thought when he told me why he was so confident and unshaken: HIS DOOR!
He opened up to me and said that of all the things he built his house with, he paid more attention on his choice of door. It is no ordinary door. Your door guarantees your safety. Your gate might be of weak quality but your door should be top class, secure, beautiful, STRONG!! Once ur door can be forcefully opened, you’re sure to lose all but if your door can induce sweat and bone-shifts, you’ll have absolutely nothing to lose. It is only one brand that can make robbers and nightcrawlers cry- EMILINKS DOORS. With their doors, safety is guaranteed. Choose Emilinks! Choose Safety!! Choose class!!!
#Emilinks #Mydoorstory #day5

2) Creamy Lebo – @bellanaija #MyDoorStory #Emilinks Day 5
The Failed Attempt…
“Mummy please come back now, one uncle is hitting our door and pushing it,” that was the crying voice of my eight year old daughter on the phone. I had gone out one late morning to get fish with which to prepare lunch for my kids, already on my way back, I had to answer that call from my daughter I initially declined, then I was startled to hear that cry from her saying one uncle is hitting and pushing our door, oh my God!!! I was confused and started running toward our compound, but some familiar faces in my street stopped me to find out why I was running like a mad woman, I was explaining to them while I continued my race, they quickly ran along with me and soon I was standing in my compound, my daughter and her 2 siblings were screaming from within the closed door, I was already broken in tears, cos I couldn’t tell if the said uncle had already gained entrance into my home. Then the people who had come running with me swung into action and found the man at my backyard still finding a way to get into my home and probably kidnap my kids. Long story short, my kids were safe from harm because I left them behind closed doors. You can’t imagine what our lives would be like living in houses without firm doors. The importance of doors in our lives is so immeasurable and of course can never be over emphasized. @EmilinksNG #Emilinks #MyDoorStory

Creamy Lebo

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3) @theayooade – @EmilinksNG #mydoorstory #emilinks  when you finally break down that once impregnable friendzone door.  #lovedoor

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4) @Naughty9icegal – @EmilinksNG #Emilinks #MyDoorStory I’ve got a thing for sophisticated doors (such as Emilink’s) #DoorCrush #Weird!

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5) Emmanuel Dominic – Gbagan! Gbagan! Gbagan! So went the sound of the gong of Umunne animal community. The people have been complaining to the king that they can not feed again, The rat told the king that he can’t gain entrance into Madam Nkechi’s house again. The insects said they used to boost that with their size they can enter into anything, no matter how small it is to feed themselves. The snakes their slime body doesnt work, the lizards, looking so frail from hunger couldn’t even speak. So went the cry to the king of Umunne animal community. And after conferring with his kinsmen, he called for a town meeting at the palace. So everyone came. The king had earlier asked the fly to go and see what has changed in the human world that is depriving them of food and entrance into the kitchens. When the fly went, he saw Madam Nkechi dancing and celebrating as if she has achieved a big milestone. She was explaining to Ada how she has secured her house, foodstuffs, kitchen, furnitures in her house and how her husband sleeps like a baby. “Ada my friend,” goes Madam Nkechi, “ever since I changed my doors from that old thing that is always swelling up to Emilinks, my life hasn’t been the same. Emilinks doors, hmm, na gidigba! all those rats, snakes, flies, no dey again, termites’s teeth is too inferior to the Emilinks doors, see as I dey shine, na Emilinks doors oo.” So Ada asked her where can she get the door for her own house, “she said no need for travelling oo, them fit bring am come give you, just one click on www.emilinks.com, anything door you want them get.” So the fly went back and report to the king. after series of deliberations, one of the elder told the community that if it Emilinks doors, we just have to look for other means of feeding, for that Emilinks, hmm those people are genuine, and their doors come even dey affordable. And so Emilinks doors saved the human world from further invasion, Meanwhile armed men in the human world too has decided to look for honest jobs, cause Emilinks doors proved too good for them to break in, get Emilinks, get secured!
#Emilinks #MyDoorStory #Day5

Emmanuel Dominic

6) Rebecca Abisola Alabi – #MyDoorStory Am very certain BellaNaijarians will learn from this. It happened to me last two years, February 14, 2014 on valentine’s day, at approximately 11:00pm. I was sitting in my living room watching African Magic when someone began to angrily bang on my front door. She was demanding me to open the door. Her knock was so loud that I thought it was a gunshot. she was hollering, “PLEASE OPEN THE DOOR, PLEASE OPEN THE DOOR!” I heard her telling someone, “No stay right there, stay right there” as if she was getting ready to prove a point. It sounded as if she was angry; as if she was coming to find something out. At first I taught it was Titi my close friend from the next street, but later I had no idea who this person was. She continued to bang as if she knew someone was home. All of the lights were off in my house except for the television in the living room. Finally, I yelled WHO IS THAT! When she knew she had my attention, she changed from the angry tone to saying ”Please open the door this guy is trying to beat me up.” Her demands and knocks became even more persistent and determined. I heard a male voice in the near distance but his voice wasn’t threatening and he wasn’t yelling. This lady never said, Call the police. Neither did she sound genuinely threatened. Her demands were just. PLEASE LET ME IN, PLEASE LET ME IN. She covered the peep-hole. I peeped from my window. I didn’t see the guy but I heard him talking in a low voice. However, I saw a glimpse of her on my porch. She had on all black. I did not open the door. I called one of the vigilante who serve as a watchman to my area every nights. And as quickly as the commotion began, when they realized I wasn’t going to open the door, they disappeared into the night and it was dead silence again. I talked to one of my neighbors the following morning who said the same thing happened to him some while ago. This was a ploy designed to get unsuspecting people to open their doors to become victims of evil intentions. Who knows what would have happened if I had opened the door to help this wolf in sheep’s clothing. I thank God Almighty and many thanks to Emilinks and Bellanaija for giving me this opportunity to share my story because If I had opened that door I wouldn’t be part of those sharing their door stories. THANKS #DAY5 #MyDoorStory #Emilinks

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7) Okon Emmanuel – It happened a few years ago. Everybody who witnessed this knew it was an almost successful burglary attempt, but I thought of it as an eye-opener. In a neighborhood where any form of organized stealing was hardly heard of, one would be more than surprised to see a reserved family of seven being burgled. The thieves got in through the back door which had a loose lock that could be easily picked. They seemed to come prepared because they came with the perfect unlocking tools. After carting away most of our valuables in the sitting room, they went for the same door through which they had trespassed and got out. They would have gotten away with this treacherous act if not for the vigilance of our night guard, whose keen eyes could see clearly in the dark, saw these three burglars trying to climb the fence guarding the compound. With the stolen items recovered, it was then we knew we had to get an upgrade in security. Fortunately for we all, that’s what Emilinks is here for – producing quality doors that scream “Security With Style Ensured” #Emilinks #MyDoorStory #Day5

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8) @blessediphie– #Emilinks #Mydoorstory #days5
My thoroughfare “special care baby unit ” door story.
Being a healthcare provider and working in a hospital setting can be quite challenging but when I heard I was newly posted to the “special care baby unit “(Scbu), I almost fainted. I have heard colleagues that has passed through the unit how demanding it can be taking care of the newbies who solely depends on you and becoming a vegetable at home due to exhaustion from work. BUT this ‘ideas’ changed after few weeks of working here. Initially, when this thoroughfare door swings open, my heart sinks and I would be imagining “Oh! Let it not be a consult of a critical baby or I pray it’s not a dying baby being rushed in” BUT today after seeing the overwhelming look of pure joy on a new father’s face as his baby lay in her tiny, fragile body, hearing the sweet sound of a faint heart beat as the respiratory therapist puffs air into the small, under developed lungs of a neonate, feeling the raw and intense pain in the cry of a mother saying prayers to her baby, noticing the uncertainty in the eyes of a grandfather as he sits silently by the incubator, searching for answers and seeking reassurance and hope, consoling the frantic cry of a baby, supporting the grieving father as he makes the hard unimaginable decisions on the care of his baby,
I look forward to hearing the door swing open to protect, be brave enough, encourage new and frightened mothers, celebrate the baby that gains weight and recovers and find strength to do it all again tomorrow.

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9) @bjay_bbfLeaving – the house every morning, I would always look back at my Old-fashioned wooden fragile door. My neighbours lived exotic and their door was made of steel. Coming back from work daily, I would feel disappointed, coming back to my scrappy door. I lost interest in my job and decided to walk over to my neighbours and join them do what they do, they call it “streets”. But they told me I don’t have the “street cred”. But I thank God for that day because a few weeks later, around 5am, I heard strange voices and harrassment sounds, I came out and noticed my neighbour’s door had been broken by the police. They were arrested for fraud and criminal practices. I just want to say to the world, “Love Yours and Be careful with the door you choose to pass through, because false doors lead nowhere…” I guess my neighbours door didn’t have the “Emilinks Credibility” All I had to do was fix my door. I have gotten a new door and it is an #EmilinksQuality door and I love it even more now. This is #MyDoorStory #Emilinks @Bellanaijaonline

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10) the_ugonna – My friends sometimes call me “madam doubting Thomas”. Maybe it’s because I’m always one to doubt anything they say until I see it happen with my eyes. So you can am a difficult person to advertise or market your product to. That’s because I would find every possible way to counter all your strategies.
I don’t know if it’s a good thing or not. But I think I became this way as a result of failing prey to products which promised to be efficient but ended up disappointing me along the way.

Last week, I finally got the keys to my own apartment and I must say I was really overjoyed. Now, to the tasking part; the fixtures. I’ve always been very security conscious, maybe a little bit paranoid, so I wanted the best available secure items, and of course my door happened to be the one which I had the most concern about.
I can be a bit irritating and exasperating attimes, so I asked countless questions about the quality of the door before I finally took the apartment. They assured me of its quality mentioned that it was from EMILINKS which made trusted and reliable doors, I ofcourse took to research and decided to observe it myself. As the “madam doubting thomas” I am.
I must say I suprised myself as I have been telling my friends to change their doors to EMILINKS because it was the best. No scratches during the movement of the fixtures into the house, it’s very strong and can’t be easily swayed by the wind, it’s locks are world-class and I can say it’s impossible to break into my house at the moment, unless you have my keys, and even if you do,you’d always have to figure out the pattern to unlock it. And to crown it all, it’s so beautiful, the prefect description of the first thing I’d like my visitors to see before they enter into my house. Its different and it just stands out.
So today, wherever you are and you haven’t gotten your EMILINKS door, I must say you are on a “long thing”. Since EMILINKS stepped into my life, I ceased being the “madam doubting thomas” my friends call me, and became “madam EMILINKS”
#Emilinks #MyDoorStory
@bellanaijaonline

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109 Comments

  1. French

    August 13, 2016 at 10:40 am

    While apartment hunting, told myself I wanted a place where I can take beautiful selfies. Lo and behold, I come across this apartment with a beautiful door. The way the sun reflects on the door, gives my selfies a beautiful background.  What got me attracted to my apartment was the DOOR (my secret is out lolzzzz). Friends always ask where the beautiful door on my dp is?  My door is posh, hehehehehhe! I love pictures a lot so what better background for my selfies… I love my DOOR selfies. #MySelfieDoor #Emilinks #Mydoorstory #Day 6 @bellanaijaonline‎

  2. Chidinma

    August 13, 2016 at 10:46 am

    How beautiful at its sight.
    An object that defines a background,home or an entry.
    Big and Bold in just a chunk of Mahogany
    The surface, so polished, washable and crease-resistant
    A display of works of art which plays into
    tangibility, durability, security
    almost so Inevitable, Oh in fact inevitable to humanity.
    This pronounces nothing but THE DOOR. #EmilinksDoor
    With Emilinks Every Penny accrues Safety,
    Guaranties durability and adds that finishing touch of beauty.
    #thinkswise #thinkEmilinks
    #mydoorstory #Emilinks #day6

  3. Azeez Shuaib O.

    August 13, 2016 at 10:52 am

    THE SLAMMED DOOR.

    For few months, this hen has grown up to be my pet. Though,I used to care for all other livestocks (goats, Turkey) being reared by mom,I developed a special attraction for this hen while it was a chicken. The special love & attention was as a result of a courage it showed while growing up.
    On that fateful day, a hawk has came to prey on the other birds as usual, and all other chicken, adult hen and even cocks were all running helter skelter for their safety. Though aware of the impending danger, this chicken stood it’s ground and flew into the mid air to confront the hawk, thereby making the hawk to fly away to wherever it might have came from. That was many months back, and that chicken has grown up to be my favorite pet now.
    Unlike many other hen, it is always seen covering its children from the dangers of the environment.
    On this fateful day,mom has sent me
    to go buy garri meant to prepare the lunch eba, and while returning with the garri in a nylon on in my hands, my favorite hen followed me, perhaps with the thought that i was holding their usual food.
    I was approaching the front door of the house with just one thought on my mind “I should just open the door and close it behind the hen so it won’t follow me into the house.”
    I had just carried out my plan when I heard some painful moan from behind the closed door,alas when I slammed the door, the hen was right at the entrance and it was trapped in between the door way. I watched helplessly as the hen writhe in pains,I wish I could just have the power to reverse the time , never slammed the door and allow the hen to follow me into the house. Maybe, it would have been around to stay with me for long. I MISSED MY FAVORITE HEN.
    #Emilinks #Mydoorstory #Day6

  4. Rachel

    August 13, 2016 at 10:58 am

    Two years ago, whenever I saw a door, I saw images of pain. Doors were directly linked to my bruised heart. The pain I felt in my body was overwhelming. Whenever he was angry, he would knock down the door, the door was the first to feel the anger of his cold fist and then I was next. The door was always broken and the carpenter was always asking questions. He was tired of taking our money. When he visited again, he gave me photos of a new door he fixed for someone. He was also getting it for his house. He swore it has been the best door he has fixed for anyone. It was EMILINKS.
    I paid and the door was fixed. It was strong. It gave me a new ray of hope. I felt strength looking at it.
    Ken returned very late. He was drunk again. The booze always gave him some more strength. I was talking to my brother on the phone but this time, he heard my lover. He reached for me with so much aggression. For the first time I looked at my EMILINKS door and I was filled with strength without fear, victory without consequences. I went through it and locked it from within. When he came through and punched it, I heard him moan painfully. The door never caused him pain. He always caused us pain but this time my EMILINKS caused him deep pain. I heard him moan again, I could tell he was bleeding. It gave me enough time to use the kitchen door, I took nothing from him. I left the shame I called marriage. It’s been two years; I have my own place and no need for dependence. I feel secured and protected and it is not a human being giving me protection. It is my EMILINKS door. It guides every entrance here. It has shown me strength without fear. It has shown me protection without pain.

    • Rachel

      August 13, 2016 at 11:02 am

      Two years ago, whenever I saw a door, I saw images of pain. Doors were directly linked to my bruised heart. The pain I felt in my body was overwhelming. Whenever he was angry, he would knock down the door, the door was the first to feel the anger of his cold fist and then I was next. The door was always broken and the carpenter was always asking questions. He was tired of taking our money. When he visited again, he gave me photos of a new door he fixed for someone. He was also getting it for his house. He swore it has been the best door he has fixed for anyone. It was EMILINKS.
      I paid and the door was fixed. It was strong. It gave me a new ray of hope. I felt strength looking at it.
      Ken returned very late. He was drunk again. The booze always gave him some more strength. I was talking to my brother on the phone but this time, he heard my lover. He reached for me with so much aggression. For the first time I looked at my EMILINKS door and I was filled with strength without fear, victory without consequences. I went through it and locked it from within. When he came through and punched it, I heard him moan painfully. The door never caused him pain. He always caused us pain but this time my EMILINKS caused him deep pain. I heard him moan again, I could tell he was bleeding. It gave me enough time to use the kitchen door, I took nothing from him. I left the shame I called marriage. It’s been two years; I have my own place and no need for dependence. I feel secured and protected and it is not a human being giving me protection. It is my EMILINKS door. It guides every entrance here. It has shown me strength without fear. It has shown me protection without pain. #Day6 #Emilinks

  5. Daniel Junior

    August 13, 2016 at 10:58 am

    When you find peace you find joy,,,, you can surely get that only from Emilinks doors,,,most secure doors, beautiful doors… It even beautify the entrance my house to the extend my neighbor asked me where did i get a wonderful and beautiful door that even secure my house after God protection emilinks are the next door that protect my house,,, i told my neighbor that he can get it only @Emilinks doors… #Day6 #Emilinks #MyDoorStory

  6. Idriswahab

    August 13, 2016 at 10:59 am

    The moment When some Criminals came for Armed Robbery before Day-Break in A compound beside your House and you buy a new door with the most 100% Guaranteed Security Written on It…NOTE : Save Your Life and Prosperity at the Right time before it will be too late … #Emilinks #MyDoorStory

  7. Chidinma

    August 13, 2016 at 11:02 am

    For me the new word for DOOR has been changed to EMILINKS. Thanks for the affordable high standard doors.
    #mydoorstory #Emilinks #day6 #bellanaija

  8. Ocho Cecilia

    August 13, 2016 at 11:08 am

    Day5
    I could see them from a distance. I couldn’t hear what they were saying but their gestures showed they had evil intentions.
    Immediately, my mind flashed back at how 3men robbed mama shola at her shop on gun point and in broad day light.
    Mama shola had always believed that her local iron burglary which was constructed by her husband was the best. “Madam Sisi” as she always addressed me, “this your glass door no better pass my iron protector o. Person fit just open your door come thief your thing o” she would always say in her Yoruba accent. But I never agreed to what she said. My glass door always let me see who is coming to my shop without the person seeing me.
    The men were now coming towards my shop. I hurried to my door and bolted it from inside. The three dreaded men were now trying to open the door but noticed it was locked from inside.
    “Madam Sisi we want buy something open door naa”, one of them called from outside. I remained silent and calm. After about 10minutes of persistent knocking on my door, a police van loaded with armed police men parked in front of my shop. The three men tried to escape but it was too late as the whole place was already surrounded by police men. They were searched and disarmed of 2 guns and daggers. That was when I now came out of my shop.
    “Thank You madam Cecilia” officer Ben said walking towards me. “You called us right on time. I promise you, these criminals won’t go free”. He added. “I trust what you can do officer Ben”. I replied. “But come to think of it, how did you get to know they were robbers even as they were yet to enter your shop” officer Ben asked.
    “That’s the handwork of Emilinks”. I replied and headed back to my shop to attend to a customer.

    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory.

  9. Abdulsalami Abayomi

    August 13, 2016 at 11:12 am

    My Father My door.

    Alhaji Mukaila Abdulsalam was an outstanding man. Very principled and lived a routined life.
    As a father,he taught us his kids respect privacy and cherish security. Every evening before we would go to bed, my father would call me from my room to check the doors and ensure they were properly locked. The front door and the back door in the kitchen. Usually I’d be very angry as to why he won’t send one of the girls or maybe do it by himself. As i grew older he stopped reminding me about the doors, but by now it had become a habit of mine to ensure our doors were properly locked.
    Last year we lost Alhaji Abdulsalam to cancer.
    Every night when i get to the door and double lock the front and back doors i feel my father watching me do it right. He didn’t put the girls up to the task because as the man of the house it is my duty to protect the family as he had been doing. My father was preparing me for this. For the days he’ll be gone. Keep your loved ones safe. Don’t just have a door. Have an emilinks door. #MyDoorStory #EmilinksDoors #Day6

  10. diane

    August 13, 2016 at 11:14 am

    I never invited people to my place. The door was always bad, no matter how many times I changed it. The rain did a good job at making my door smell. The smell ruined the whole house. I did not visit anybody. I did not keep friends, I didn’t want anyone to get tempted to offer me a visit. My door caused me enough shame. Even the harmattan made it peel off.
    When our new boss arrived, he wanted to change our perception of him. We heard really bad things about the man. He invited us for dinner. There I saw Emilinks door. At first, I thought it was for the rich but his wife assured me that it was not only affordable but the best. I tried my luck again and I will tell you, the rain has enjoyed two seasons and I have organized seven dinner parties here. The rain does not cause my door any irritation. My door forms an equal resistance. I have a dinner party next week. I am more comfortable having people come in because I have a welcoming entrance. #emilinks #bellanaija #day6

  11. flora

    August 13, 2016 at 11:14 am

    Yayy! After 4 attempts, i finally won. Thank you Emilinks!
    Thank you Bellanaija.

  12. Tobi Baba

    August 13, 2016 at 11:15 am

    Whether we are aware of it or not, our homes are really a reflection of who we truly are. Our homes pass the right or wrong messages about us to people. Look around your home. What does your surroundings and structures say about you? Are you happy with the kind of message it is passing across about you? Worry not! Let Emilinks doors and furnitures do the talking for you and give you your desired beauty, class and safety without spending a fortune! Emilinks doors! Maximum beauty, class and safety!
    #Day 6
    #Emilinks
    #Mydoorstory

  13. Wale Favour

    August 13, 2016 at 11:16 am

    THIS IS FUNNY BUT TRUE

    #MyDoorStory #Emilinks Day – 6
    Four years ago i moved to sango ota in ogun state. My compound has three flats and four Boys quarters, in my room there is this small opening in my front door, I got tired of wondering who was at the other side of the door whenever I heard a knock. So i found the primary use of this hole in my door one evening, about a month after the carpenter planted it there and filled it with lens and dressed it with a knob with which visitors could knock. It was late that day and I was returning from work, tired. I had seen my neighbour, shade, standing at the back door of her flat in the main building, directly facing mine with only the yard separating us.I had dropped my things and undressed even with only perry cole boxer on me, before I began to wonder what she was doing standing alone at the back of her flat.

    The only way I could find out without drawing any attention was through the hole in my front door. And so I tip-toed to my door as though someone could see me and then peeped. with surprise i saw shade and tunde kissing and it dawned on me and i was questioning myself, Was that shade? With the landlord’s son? right there in the open? Didn’t they know I could see them? Then it struck me; they didn’t. In fact, they couldn’t have imagined that the guy in the boys quarters would be getting such high definition view of them. After all, they were at the back of the building and no one could possibly see them. But I could see, and clearly too. lol

    And so from that day, I began to see a lot of things through the hole in my front door, What I saw mostly, was sade, through her kitchen window, washing dishes,or out in the yard, bending to pick up clothes from her bucket to spread on the lines right in front of the BQ. Needless to say what it was I saw each time. I began to look forward to it.

    One day, I heard a knock on my door. Initially, I hesitated, because I wasn’t really expecting anyone. I waited a bit to hear another knock before I went to the door and peeped through the hole. And there she was. shade, standing right in front of my door. Am i dreaming?

    Me: How far shade, so wapa? i greeted her in yoruba language, You are the last person I expected to see in front of my door this… and then she cuts

    shade : Why? Aren’t we neighbours?

    me : do you want to come in?

    shade :No, not really. I was just wondering about something.

    I shut the door behind me and rested on d wall outside.

    shade : Yeah. Some days ago, I came out to spread some clothes, right? You remember that day? Can’t remember if it was Tuesday or…”I think I remember. It rained, I need you 2 remember.”

    Me : Oh, that was Wednesday.

    Shade : Cool. I was just wondering, right? I came out to spread my clothes and I didn’t see you anywhere. Then almost immediately after, it began to rain and you came to call me to take the clothes and then she paused.

    My heart began to beat; I knew where this was heading to, so I began to prepare my answer and then she continued

    Shade : How did you know I came out to spread my clothes?

    I was quiet for a while as the answer was not quite formed yet. This was the least of the possible reasons I had thought of for Shade to be at my door. was I about to be caught or something?

    Me : Yeah, I came back just as you walked into your flat, I lied

    To cut the story short, the next day, I got the carpenter to evacuate the gap in my front door, since I was certain shade was going to return knocking on my door and I wouldn’t be in need of the hole in my front door anymore.
    #MyDoorStory #Emilinks #Day6

  14. Ivie

    August 13, 2016 at 11:17 am

    #Emilinksdoor #mydoorstory day 6
    Selecting and installing the right door can really go a long way when it comes to enhancing the appearance of your home and making it a much better place to live in.
    I used to be ashamed of bringing my friends back to my house because of my door. We have all visited each others house except mine. Each day they asked to visit my house, I always bring up one excuse or the other. Deep down in my heart, I knew that that of all the things i have in my house, my door ‘carried’ last. I had always wanted a strong, durable and beautiful door that will meet up my taste and style. You can then imagine my happiness when I heard and saw a display of Emilink doors . I immediately called up and ordered for a brand new Emilink door at a very affordable price. Now I have my Emilink door installed, my confidence has been boosted, I can now sleep with my eyes closed. This weekend I will be hosting my friends and of course my #Emilinks door will be waiting for them.. #smiles @bellanaija @EmilinksNG

  15. SAM Nitte

    August 13, 2016 at 11:19 am

    DAY 6—DREAM OF TRUE EMILINKS PRODUCT
    It is a common belief that a good door closed is a guard against thieves or insecurity. It was in the eyes of the night, the breeze were singing their songs of solace to the weary mind, the moon was smiling at nature, while the stars were sparkling white in the milky way. I heard the sound of an unwelcome visitor trying to force my door open, as the man of the house I took hold of my twin children Amina and Auwal being a single dad with the dead of their mum.
    I quickly hid them behind the secret Emilinks door of my bedroom. I bid them farewell incase if things went sour, thinking the gentlemen of the highway are back to take what they cherish more than I do. I creep and lurk behind the door to my parlour, shivering to my marrow being engulf by fear, haven said my final prayers I peep through my emilinks door view and to my dismay there was nobody outside as I presume, full of disbelief I summon my last courage and open the door and behold it was a dream.
    I woke up and headed to my door and found out that the wind was actually pulling up my neighbourhood properties and banging their substandard doors, I simply smiled and went back into the house because my Emilinks door is strong enough to stand against all odds. #Emilinks #MyDoorStory.

  16. Obi k

    August 13, 2016 at 11:25 am

    Inspired by The Movie: The other side of the door

    The other side!
    You shouldn’t have being there, you shouldn’t even be there.
    Now you stuck between forces with so much tide.
    Madam, you couldn’t take it, the voice lingered in fear,
    Fear that transgresses so much to you that you couldn’t hide.
    “It’s alright dear” you said, “I’m here”
    But later on you slide, you know you lied.
    Because I don’t see you no more, where are you my dear? Where?

    The other side of the door
    You opened it and now you swimming in darkness, the shock was real.
    You should have said BYE and lay on the floor,
    But “mummy I’m scared” kept you up and now you feel.
    You opened the door,
    He was scared and now you scared from head to heel.
    You welcomed demons of his prior
    You don’t see your son no more but evil.

    The door!
    Wide aghast is your life like this door you opened.
    What did you do? You’ve being fooled for,
    Things move, door opens, switches on, the flowers itself are frightened.
    Good things die, the good soul is dead and gone, gone afore,
    Now you battle with spirit, such foolishness fighting something dead. Oh! Kill it and it will be deadened.
    Written by Obiaga Kossy
    100lv unn
    #Mydoorstory
    #emilinks

  17. Obi k

    August 13, 2016 at 11:26 am

    Day 6-
    Inspired by The Movie: The other side of the door

    The other side!
    You shouldn’t have being there, you shouldn’t even be there.
    Now you stuck between forces with so much tide.
    Madam, you couldn’t take it, the voice lingered in fear,
    Fear that transgresses so much to you that you couldn’t hide.
    “It’s alright dear” you said, “I’m here”
    But later on you slide, you know you lied.
    Because I don’t see you no more, where are you my dear? Where?

    The other side of the door
    You opened it and now you swimming in darkness, the shock was real.
    You should have said BYE and lay on the floor,
    But “mummy I’m scared” kept you up and now you feel.
    You opened the door,
    He was scared and now you scared from head to heel.
    You welcomed demons of his prior
    You don’t see your son no more but evil.

    The door!
    Wide aghast is your life like this door you opened.
    What did you do? You’ve being fooled for,
    Things move, door opens, switches on, the flowers itself are frightened.
    Good things die, the good soul is dead and gone, gone afore,
    Now you battle with spirit, such foolishness fighting something dead. Oh! Kill it and it will be deadened.
    Written by Obiaga kossi
    100lv Unn
    #emilinks
    #mydoorstory

  18. amarachi

    August 13, 2016 at 11:31 am

    Years back when in university I had a very bad and ugly experience due to the use of low quality door ,in school then big qirls are qualified by where u live etc ,due to lack of fund I payed for a cheap apartment and that faithful night around 2am I have some people jumped fence with their was hearing Tim Tim Tim I was scared and started shivering the next I had was the march on my door pum pum just twice my door open they ask where is the money ,where is the phone they made away with my belongs but I thank God I was not hurt but I lost so many things .since then I consider door before taking up any apartment ,not just doors but quality doors like emilinks doors and your security is assured #myDoorstory #Emilinks #Day6

  19. Shobande Keymon Yomi

    August 13, 2016 at 11:34 am

    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory
    Day6

    “Pow! Pow!! Pow!!!
    Gun-Shots were fired continuously from jack and jay jay’s
    angle in my Area On 12 December,2014,we were attacked by Armed Robbers. I lost my Best Friend when the armed Robbers attacked their house around 12am-1am midnight.
    They killed 4 vigilantes and injured 3 of them.

    My friend was in the sitting room watching Television when the armed Robbers arrived,during the process when the Robbers are shooting at the vigilantes, the bullets went through the Glass Window and landed at the chest of my friend and he died immediately .

    After two weeks, few of the armed Robbers were arrested and they were interviewed.
    One of the Armed Robbers said their mission is to attack two buildings, my home and the next building beside my house but the story changed because they were unable to break in our house because of the Doors isn’t easy to break, they tried all the keys they brought but none open it. The also came along with hammers,chisels, and others object just to break the Door silent.

    Due to a very strong Door, one of the vigilante spotted them from afar and immediately call on others. After the armed Robbers noticed they’ve been caught, they opened fire with each other. Before we call on police, when the armed Robbers saw the police coming they flew away.

    Assuming our Door isn’t strong, the armed Robbers would have break in easily and probably I might not be alive today to share the important story of Door.

    But thank God the Door Didn’t allow them in and am alive today to share my Door, I pray not to witness/experience such attack again.
    Thank you bellanaija and Emilinks for allowing me to share my door story.

  20. Tochukwu Okoronkwo

    August 13, 2016 at 11:39 am

    DAY 6 #MyDoorStory #Emlinks A VISION WITHOUT LIMITATIONS. Mr clement Onuoha is a very wealthy man in my village UMUEZE in Umunneochi local government Area of Abia. He is well honoured and respected by everyone in the village not only becouse he is wealthy but also becouse of his sagacity and generosity. He is always there to assist and encourage anyone who comes to him not only from our village but also from the neigbouring village. His advice is well valued and productive. Mr Clement happens to be the first person to go the University in my village. He studied Agricultural Economics in the well known First indigenous University in Nigeria, University of Nigeria Nsukka. All his children are well educated and living Abroad. His Eldest son a Doctor (Surgeon) who lives in the USA built a mansion for him in the village. what would be considered hitherto as the most beautiful, largest and most modernised building in the village. Last year I travelled to the village After my second semester examination. My brother and I were outside our house gisting when we heard the sounds of a sporadic gunshots bangbang!, bangbang! I fell from my chair and hit my bumbum on the ground lol! It were Armed robbers. they had come to rob Mr Clement Onuoha. Fortunately for him, he and his wife were inside the house when the Armed robbers attacked. the Armed robbers shot at the door profusely, tried all they could to gain entry but to no avail. As they continued to struggle with the door, Mr Clement in his room quickly alerted the police. In a jiffy, the police arrived and had a gun duel with the Armed robbers. Two of them were shot dead while two surrendered. There was a great jubilation in Mr Clement’s house that day. As sharp guy I be. I secretely went to him and asked “Daddy what kind of door did you put in your house that gave those robbers such a tough time?” He replied ‘oh my Son it is Emilinks security door oh” I then smiled and said thank you sir. I hurriedly rush to my diary of “VISIONS WITHOUT LIMITATIONS” and wrote “EMILINKS SECURITY DOOR IS A MUST FOR MY HOUSE”.

  21. Obi k

    August 13, 2016 at 11:46 am

    Can’t find my comment ?

  22. Omo

    August 13, 2016 at 11:49 am

    Being an educational consultant, I provide professional advice to schools and school management on what to do to give quality educational services to students and the parents who love them. Working with a school now and with several cases of kidnap of school children I needed to talk with management on security of lives and properties… standing on the podium I told them of the several incidences of child kidnap and how they should avoid this by installing Emilinks doors. One of the senior personnel asked me, “how is Emilinks door different from the others doors?” This question almost threw me off balance but I responded based on what I know about Emilinks door. My response was; “Emilinks doors are different because they are:
    E=Exquisite (Beautiful and attractive)
    M=Multi-designed (Differently designed aesthetically)
    I=Inviting (Students and parents feel welcome)
    L=Low Cost (Highly affordable and presently sold at discounted rate)
    I=Intimidating (Frightens and threatens intruders)
    N=New All The Time (Both at purchase and many years after use)
    K=Kingly Different (Setting the pace among doors)
    S=Safely Secured (Fortified and protected)
    I rounded up by telling them that there are two type of doors at the moment, Emilinks doors and other doors. The rousing applause was encouraging as the school will be installing Emilinks doors before resumption from summer break. Thanks to EmilinksNG #Emilinks #MyDoorStory #Day6

  23. Oyinkansola

    August 13, 2016 at 11:50 am

    Do you know that a burglary occurs every 15 seconds? People usually underestimate the importance of doors in our homes. I see doors like the mouth of the home. I know that sounds funny but that’s just how I see it! As you wouldn’t put just anything in your mouth, the door helps you filter the energy that comes into your home. The door plays an essential role in the home by shielding us from things as little as harmful insects to playing a major role in saving our lives and that of our loved ones. That is why when installing doors in our homes, you should make an extra effort in ensuring that you install the the right kinds of doors that not only gives you security but also gives you rest of mind. That is why you should choose #Emilink as they not only provide you with doors that guaranty security and rest of mind, these doors also beautifies the home. #Emilink is the best in the field!!!! #Emilink #MyDoorStory

    • Tobi

      August 13, 2016 at 9:26 pm

      This is sooooo u!

  24. Ahmed Muhammed

    August 13, 2016 at 11:53 am

    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory
    When it was 2: O’clock at midnight I heard some noise outside my house, it was so suspicious when I look through my window, I found out that it was robbers who were banging and shouting at the tip of their voice open the door! Open the Door!!! Open the before I break it!!! I went through the back door and ran away. When it was day break I decided to go and check my house all my thinking was on the money my madam gave me to keep for her, immediately I got to the compound I saw my neighbour crying in pain that they have been robbed, I collapse and fainted. When I regain my consciousness. I decided to go and check my house to my greatest surprise my door was Intact. If only you were there you would not have seen anything but tears of Gold And Silver dropping from my eyes. What a Marvellous Protective EMILINKS DOOR

  25. Oyinkansola

    August 13, 2016 at 11:53 am

    Day 6
    Do you know that a burglary occurs every 15 seconds? People usually underestimate the importance of doors in our homes. I see doors like the mouth of the home. I know that sounds funny but that’s just how I see it! As you wouldn’t put just anything in your mouth, the door helps you filter the energy that comes into your home. The door plays an essential role in the home by shielding us from things as little as harmful insects to playing a major role in saving our lives and that of our loved ones. That is why when installing doors in our homes, you should make an extra effort in ensuring that you install the the right kinds of doors that not only gives you security but also gives you rest of mind. That is why you should choose #Emilink as they not only provide you with doors that guaranty security and rest of mind, these doors also beautifies the home. #Emilink is the best in the field!!!! #Emilink #MyDoorStory

  26. Abdulhameed Abdulsalam

    August 13, 2016 at 11:55 am

    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory
    A King without a crown is like a dog without Bone, Likewise a house without a door is like a grave Yard.
    Provided the best protection you could ever imagine against harsh weather l. Thieves, Kidnappers and insects of all kinds. Mosquito dose not just cause malaria rather we are the cause of it. In the compound I live three of my neighbours were Admitted in the hospital because they were having malaria, two weeks later other were showing signs of. Malaria, I became the only one left, when I was asked why was my conditions different I told them it’s because of the great “EMILINKS DOOR” I was using. They all went to buy the and remove the old one.
    The Story of Malaria became something forgotten in our compound. But two Years latter a man called James Died Why? This is because he was the only one who refuse to buy the door and was seriously attack by different bad sickness May His Soul Rest In Peace STINGY MAN

  27. Jasper

    August 13, 2016 at 12:02 pm

    My father is a pastor and he has good relationship with members of his church. Sometime ago we noticed that one of the members stopped coming to church with his family (he is one of the faithful members) and my father went to his house to visit him and ask why he has been absent from church. He replied that his car was scratched when he parked it at the security post where members park their cars (the church has made arrangement for a place beside the church where members can park their cars during service or when the want to travel without their cars), obviously a child sneaked in and scratch the car with a sharp object because the door wasn’t secured….and the man said, “how can I trust you with my soul when you can’t even protect my car?”. After a few explanation from my dad about the door, the man out rightly told my day that, “if you don’t fix Emilinks security doors in your church and parking lot, I will not return”. Off we went…TODAY WE HAVE FIXED EMILINKS SECURITY IN THE CHURCH, THE PARKING LOT AND WE HAVE OUR MEMBER AND HIS FAMILY BACK. For safety and security of lives, properties and even relationships, go for Emilinks doors and they are very very affordable. #Emilinks #MyDoorStory #Day6

  28. Ocho Cecilia

    August 13, 2016 at 12:03 pm

    Day6
    I could see them from a distance. I couldn’t hear what they were saying but their gestures showed they had evil intentions.
    Immediately, my mind flashed back at how 3men robbed mama shola at her shop on gun point and in broad day light.
    Mama shola had always believed that her local iron burglary which was constructed by her husband was the best. “Madam Sisi” as she always addressed me, “this your glass door no better pass my iron protector o. Person fit just open your door come thief your thing o” she would always say in her Yoruba accent. But I never agreed to what she said. My glass door always let me see who is coming to my shop without the person seeing me.
    The men were now coming towards my shop. I hurried to my door and bolted it from inside. The three dreaded men were now trying to open the door but noticed it was locked from inside.
    “Madam Sisi we want buy something open door naa”, one of them called from outside. I remained silent and calm. After about 10minutes of persistent knocking on my door, a police van loaded with armed police men parked in front of my shop. The three men tried to escape but it was too late as the whole place was already surrounded by police men. They were searched and disarmed of 2 guns and daggers. That was when I now came out of my shop.
    “Thank You madam Cecilia” officer Ben said walking towards me. “You called us right on time. I promise you, these criminals won’t go free”. He added. “I trust what you can do officer Ben”. I replied. “But come to think of it, how did you get to know they were robbers even as they were yet to enter your shop” officer Ben asked.
    “That’s the handwork of Emilinks”. I replied and headed back to my shop to attend to a customer.

    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory.

  29. Ocho Cecilia

    August 13, 2016 at 12:06 pm

    Day6
    I could see them from a distance. I couldn’t hear what they were saying but their gestures showed they had evil intentions.
    Immediately, my mind flashed back at how 3men robbed mama shola at her shop on gun point and in broad day light.
    Mama shola had always believed that her local iron burglary which was constructed by her husband was the best. “Madam Sisi” as she always addressed me, “this your glass door no better pass my iron protector o. Person fit just open your door come thief your thing o” she would always say in her Yoruba accent. But I never agreed to what she said. My glass door always let me see who is coming to my shop without the person seeing me.
    The men were now coming towards my shop. I hurried to my door and bolted it from inside. The three dreaded men were now trying to open the door but noticed it was locked from inside.
    “Madam Sisi we want buy something open door naa”, one of them called from outside. I remained silent and calm. After about 10minutes of persistent knocking on my door, a police van loaded with armed police men parked in front of my shop. The three men tried to escape but it was too late as the whole place was already surrounded by police men. They were searched and disarmed of 2 guns and daggers. That was when I now came out of my shop.
    “Thank You madam Cecilia” officer Ben said walking towards me. “You called us right on time. I promise you, these criminals won’t go free”. He added. “I trust what you can do officer Ben”. I replied. “But come to think of it, how did you get to know they were robbers even as they were yet to enter your shop” officer Ben asked.
    “That’s the handwork of Emilinks”. I replied and headed back to my shop to attend to a customer.

    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory.

  30. Mfon antai

    August 13, 2016 at 12:08 pm

    Door! Door!! Door!!!
    I do imagine how life will be without security and safety. In our homes, churches, hospital, offices, schools, business premises etc the role of door in the protection of life and property cannot be over emphasise. It’s only in the cemetery that i couldn’t see a door because the dead are already secured in their graves. #Emilinks door protecting lives and property since 1900 #emilinks door #my door story# day 6

  31. Lilian

    August 13, 2016 at 12:10 pm

    Day 6
    DOOR
    FIBRE ON FIBRE…….PARTICLE ON PARTICLE…….
    A beautiful piece comes to life….
    Passers by see and admire…….Builders price?? O so feeble
    Wat runs in the mind of this piece may be rife..
    My master felled me with screaming muscles
    In parts i was cut piece by piece painstakingly
    With deafening noises i was sawed in doubles
    Making me smooth with handz so beaitifully

    When nails came to my support where u there??
    When a beautiful clothe was worn on me, who was here?
    Please price me better… For i am a door that has gone through alot….
    #emilinks #mydoorstory

  32. Linda C. Kenneth

    August 13, 2016 at 12:16 pm

    Day 6

    BABA MOKU

    I never knew him for anything than being a begger that always sits on the road side, lying his back to an electric pole along the street where I live. You might know him if you are conversant with “Eri street North bank Makurdi” because he stays in that position from morning till evening.

    I was returning home after getting akara for breakfast and I saw him in his usual point. He smiled at me and I reciprocated. He beckoned on me to come closer, I did. He pointed at my leather of akara saying, “I want to eat akara.” I was touched by his request, so I gave him the leather of my akara. He was so happy and I knew, this is the right time to ask him, the single question running in mind any time I see him.

    So I stooped down and said, “Sir what of your wife or children? ” he paused and as if his eyes were waiting for that question, tears rolled down his cheek. I immediately apologize for asking such question, but he looked at me and said “life was fair to me until, last three years December. It was actually a “black december” for me, I lost my two sons… “How did it happened?”, I interrupted,” and he continued, “As a tradition, they came to visit me during the Christmas celebration. On the eve of Christmas, we were sleeping and I suddenly heard voices from my sons room telling them to lie down, I peeped into their room from mine and i saw to men pointing guns at my sons. I couldn’t help but remained quiet for safety inside my room, I heard two simultaneous gun shot and I never knew who shot who. I locked myself inside praying that my sons should not be killed but the door was flunged open by a kick from one of the men and without hesitation, they both shot me on my legs, I fell to the ground and they both left, leaving me in pains on the pool of my blood. I was taken to the hospital but my wound persisted because, I am diabetic. My sons were gone and I spent my money on treatment until I saw myself here.

    If my sons hearkened to my plea of getting a standard door like Emilinks premium quality doors for our house, it wouldn’t have been easy for the hoodlums to break in that night. And I wouldn’t have being sitting here. His eyes were flooding with tears, passer by were wondering why.

    Today, Baba Moku is dead but his story taught me a great lesson: TO BE SECURITY CONCIOUS! And as you read hearken to the advice of Baba Moku, so that you will have a different door story to tell. Go for Emilinks premium quality doors, go for the best. #Emilinks #MyDoorStory.

  33. Owolabi enilolobo

    August 13, 2016 at 12:19 pm

    There was a time , we were being terrorized in my neighborhood , every time thieves bug into various homes and steal their belongings… This continue to happen consistently , they Make an attempt in my home but all thanks to the strong #Emilinks door which kept us save,their is peace in my hood now, so. I will advise everyone to gonfor #Emilinks door their products are world class #MyDoorStory

  34. Joel

    August 13, 2016 at 12:20 pm

    #day6
    My WOODEN DOOR
    my wooden door,is surprisingly without creaks

    with my wooden door,my secret never leaks

    Smooth as the tender face of a baby

    I still get undying love from you,when all the world seems to hate me

    Behind my wooden door,lies me and my pains concealed

    with my wooden door,all of my joy gets revealed

    When dusk sets,crowning the hour an evening

    My wooden door is with me,through all hours never to leave me

    Exposed am I,to a world of pains outside my wooden door

    Running back to its protection : missed you have I,oh my dear wooden door

    Without wings,yet my wooden door elevates my feeling of safety and warmth

    What is my world without you, my glamorous wooden door

    Kicked and slammed,yet it never leaves

    Feeling of anger,pain and loneliness my wooden door like a filter sieves

    When men of the underworld strike at night

    My wooden door becomes my guardian angel,erasing all of my fright

    Fading becomes my countenance of anger,when my wooden door closes me from the world

    All of my secrets,you know my dear wooden door

    When asked to present what I trust the most,my wooden door is the only thing I call for

    Emilinks makers of my wooden door thank you for this gift

    Thank you for this companion that never deserts me,always conceals and protects me

    Come share in the joy derived from my wooden door

    order yours now only gotten from emilinks,the makers of my lovely wooden door

    #mydoorstory. #emilinks

  35. Jasper

    August 13, 2016 at 12:23 pm

    My father is a pastor and he has good relationship with members of his church. Sometime ago we noticed that one of the members stopped coming to church with his family (he is one of the faithful members) and my father went to his house to visit him and ask why he has been absent from church. He replied that his car was scratched when he parked it at the security post where members park their cars (the church has made arrangement for a place beside the church where members can park their cars during service or when the want to travel without their cars), obviously a child sneaked in and scratch the car with a sharp object because the door wasn’t secured….and the man said, “how can I trust you with my soul when you can’t even protect my car?”. After a few explanation from my dad about the door, the man out rightly told my day that, “if you don’t fix Emilinks security doors in your church and parking lot, I will not return”. Off we went…TODAY WE HAVE EMILINKS SECURITY DOORS IN THE CHURCH, THE CHURCH PARKING LOT AND WE HAVE OUR MEMBER AND HIS FAMILY BACK. For safety and security of lives, properties and even relationships, go for Emilinks doors and they are very very affordable. #Emilinks #MyDoorStory #Day6

  36. Taye Agbonjimi

    August 13, 2016 at 12:26 pm

    My door story.. This makes me remember the day i followed my sister to her office and when we got to the door she was seriously looking for her I.D card without which she wont be able to open the door, well i was amazed because i never knew of such technology in the first place, after she found her I.d card and she opened d door i followed her in and later i wanted to go out and i thought i’ll jst turn d hand of d door which as a bush girl dats wat am actually used to. She was jst looking at me as i tried nd she started laughing at me, she later told me to open my palm and place it close to one security stuff like dat and wait for d colour to change from red to green.. Initially i felt embarrassed but i was happy later bcos i learnt two new things about doors dat day.. So i wonder how thieves can get into dis office without being caught which is quite impossible…This is one of my favourite doors because this is my sister’s office door where the money she makes comes from and am gladly one of those who gets allowance and other tips from her monthly salary.. You can only get such quality doors from #Emilinks #mydoorstory @bellanaijaonline #day6

  37. Douglas

    August 13, 2016 at 12:27 pm

    It’s just a door, and only one at that, the grey taking over the material.
    There I typed, at the desk, where I sat, my sleeves moving rather ethereal.

    It’s only a door, I need not say more, yet uninteresting as it could be,

    It’s occupying the front of my upper floor, Making in my brain a kind of grey potpourri.

    Then everything begins to spin of Emilinks, different silvers and irons and even graphite connect,

    The walls are clouds strewn astray, the desks become stones and common rocks,
    the floor has become bare!

    My world has become flooded with Emilinks doors, no other at all! Yet I’m still entranced by that simple creation, the creator long forgotten.

    But, yet the door, he’s still there he’s there just looking at me,
    those eyes staring deep into my soul,

    And I could have sworn he talked! Imagine, a talking door. And extra parts shoot forward and out, the door is moving closer, to me,

    And it’s not a door but a person, who enlightens my eyes,
    But I still yearn for the Emilinks door, any other than this dreadful one.

    #MyDoorStory #Emilinks

  38. Taye Agbonjimi

    August 13, 2016 at 12:29 pm

    instagram.com/p/BJC-FOiB1EH/

  39. okude omobolanle

    August 13, 2016 at 12:35 pm

    @bellanaija I once read an horror story about a Door online and I was very scared that I even had nightmare that night. The horror story about doors goes as follow – The sounds started again. The heavy, disembodied breathing. The high pitched scraping. “Oh no,” he whispered. He forgot to close his bathroom door before retiring to bed. He glanced at the clock. 3:01 AM, it read. If only he would have remembered to shut it. Now he would have to deal with this again. But why? Why does this happen if a door is left cracked open? Are these some sort of twisted dreams he’s having, or is this real? Questions flowed through his head like uncontrolled rapids in a restless river. How many times is this now? Four? Five?
    “This can’t be happening,” he exclaimed. Before he even began to ponder the answers to these questions, he heard a loud crash coming from within the bathroom. It was a slapping sound, as if something heavy and wet suddenly fell onto the cheap linoleum tiles. A few moments passed. He listened attentively and peered at the door. The room was dark, but his eyes had somewhat adjusted since he had awoken. He could see the outline of the door handle and frame. He glanced around nervously. His room was modest. There was a dresser, desk and a couple of pictures hanging on the wall. The apartment itself was older, but in good condition.
    His eyes diverted to the closet. What? What was this?? His closet doors appeared to be completely shut, but he looked closer. There were two sliding doors, each one on a separate guide rail. The leftmost door was closed and flush to the wall, but the right one was cracked open ever so slightly. “My God,” he said. Never had he forgotten to completely shut two doors at once.
    His pulse raced and his breathing increased. It was difficult for him to hear anything else. All was still in his room as he looked around. There was no movement. Nothing. His eyes focused back to the bathroom door. It was now halfway open. “No,” he murmured. He was stricken with fear. He grabbed his comforter and pulled it slowly towards him. His breathing got louder and louder; almost uncontrolled. His eyes shifted around the room once more, not knowing what would come next. He wanted to jump out of bed and run away but couldn’t. His paralyzing fear had left him to cower under the bed sheets.
    A few minutes had passed. Nothing was happening. “Maybe nothing will,” he reassured himself. His heart rate had slowed, slightly. His breathing was still rapid, but gradually subsided. He noticed he could move again, slowly pushing away his covers. He looked towards the light switch, which was near the bedroom door. If only he could muster the courage to reach it and flip it on. It would only take a couple seconds. His breathing slowed to near normal and most of his senses were returning.
    He began to sit up, still staring at the light switch on the wall. His focus was entirely on flipping that switch. He knew everything would be okay if the lights turned on. He would be able to call a friend, or maybe his parents, for help. Would they believe him? Maybe, maybe not. Would they think he’s crazy? Possibly. It doesn’t matter at this point. He only wants this to be over; to be safe again. Nothing has happened yet, though. Not like the last few times. It was horrible, he remembered. He still has the scars on his back and stomach. On his legs. Most would consider them unexplained, or even self-inflicted. The things that happened to him were just too unbelievable. Fantastical, even.
    His mind had wandered, but returned to the task at hand. He needed to get out of his bed and to that switch. He swung his legs around so that his feet were nearly touching the floor. He looked down to make sure nothing was there. All was clear. He peered up again and started to hunch forward; gaining momentum to stand up and move towards the bedroom door. A sudden noise directly behind him stopped him dead in his tracks. It was a scurrying sound, unnatural in a way. He started breathing hard again; his body trembled. After a few moments, he slowly turned his head and torso to look behind him. There was nothing. All he could see were his two pillows and the blankets that had been ruffled due to his prior movements. He sighed a little and reassured himself again, “You’re hearing things.” He turned back toward the door, remembering he needed to turn on the lights. A pale white face stared at him, inches from his own. It was disgusting, almost unbearable to look at. The mouth grinned from ear to ear, sinister in its appearance. Rotting teeth and receding gums emitted a foul and putrid smell, as if death itself was present. The nose was pointed and uneven. The facial lines were too numerous to count. The eyes. The eyes were the worst part. They were black and reflected a glimmer of moonlight from the nearby window. They stared right into his.
    He unhesitatingly flinched backwards in one swift movement. The face and its thin, twig-like body followed immediately. He shrieked with horror when he bumped into something behind him. His head reflexively turned around to see what it was. Another white face, near identical to the first, laid its head on his shoulder. The same black eyes stared into his. These two twig-like creatures started to grab him feverishly, almost certainly bruising every part they lay a hand to. Their faces remained, staring within inches of his. It was almost too much for him to take. He closed his eyes and screamed in agony and fear. His eyes cracked open and noticed their grins were even wider, almost impossibly wide. More teeth poured out of their mouths. “Oh please stop, oh gahhh,” he seemingly gargled as they poked and prodded his body. His flesh became sensitive and weak. They began to dig their twig-like claws into his body. His stomach tore open, expelling part of his innards. He screamed again. Another claw ripped the skin on his back. It reached inside and grabbed one of his ribs. It pulled hard, trying to break it from the rest of his chest cavity. He continued to scream and cried uncontrollably. The pain was excruciating. His eyes closed once again. He couldn’t focus on anything except for the pain. It was too much to handle. He just wanted it to be over; he wanted to die.
    Through the commotion, he heard a knock on the door. The knocking continued, but it was hard for him to concentrate. The creatures continued to harass him, growing more and more aggressive by the second. The knocking turned to pounding. Pounding and pounding and pounding. It got so loud, the room seemed to shake.
    He suddenly sat up in bed, sweating profusely. He looked around confused. The strange beings were gone. He glared at the closet and bathroom doors. They were still cracked open, although not halfway as seen before. He quickly remembered his wounds and looked down to inspect himself. He felt his stomach and back. There was nothing wrong. No blood. Nothing.
    “A dream, just a dream,” he said to himself. It was all just a nightmare. And the other nights. The other instances. They must have been dreams as well, he thought. He sighed in relief. He suddenly remembered what had awakened him. The knocking; the pounding at his bedroom door. He looked towards the door. It was closed. He sat for a moment, hanging his head, thinking. The knocking started again. He quickly glanced up at the door. The knocking continued, growing louder. What? How? Nobody else is here, he thought. “Who’s there?” he asked, not knowing what else to say. There was no answer. “What do you want?” he asked. Again, no answer. The knocking continued to grow louder, its pace intensifying. It was abnormal. Nobody knocks like this, he thought. It stopped, as suddenly as it started. A few minutes passed. Total silence engulfed the room, except for his heavy breathing. “It’s Crystal,” a voice said. Crystal? Why is she here? “What are you doing here?” he questioned. There was no answer. He wondered why she came over. Did he call her in his sleep? How could he? And how could she be knocking on his bedroom door? He locks his apartment every night before he turns in for bed. He makes sure of it; it’s somewhat of an OCD thing, he thought. How did she get in? Question upon question ran though his head. He could not figure it out.
    The door handle turned briskly. The door opened, but just a crack. “What are you doing?” he demanded out of fear. The bedroom door remained cracked open. The little that he could see of the room behind it appeared as an abyss, even darker than his own room.
    After some uneventful moments, he pulled off his covers and climbed out of bed. Keeping his eye on the bedroom door, he shuffled towards it. His eyes suddenly shifted towards the light switch. He remembered, from his dream, the importance of turning on the lights. “Crystal,” he said nervously. The door was still cracked open, total blackness engulfing the other side.
    He finally reached the light switch. He looked at it for a second, then back at the door. He couldn’t see anything. He needed light. His eyes focused back on the switch as his hand moved toward it. His fingers barely brushed it when a twig-like arm reached out from the darkness behind his bedroom door. It quickly grabbed his wrist and squeezed. His mouth dropped as the door creaked open, revealing the outline of his friend Crystal. She was close to him, but the room was still too dark to make out any details. Her head and face suddenly moved within inches of his; her black eyes glistening from the moonlight that peaked through his window [email protected] #Emilinks #mydoorstory #Day 6

  40. Tobi Baba

    August 13, 2016 at 12:45 pm

    Whether we are aware of it or not, our homes are really a reflection of who we really are. Our homes pass the right or wrong messages about us. Look around your home. What does your surroundings and structures say about you? Do you like what it says about you? Does it speak beauty, class and safety? If No, do not worry! Just take a step and let EMILINKS doors and furnitures do the talking for you without spending a fortune. Get maximum beauty, class and safety!, Get EMILINKS Doors and furnitures!
    Day 6
    #Emmilinks
    #Mydoorstory

  41. Okon Emmanuel

    August 13, 2016 at 12:46 pm

    Yaaaay !!! i won. Thank you #Emilinks for picking me as one of the Day 5 winners!!! My account details
    Okon Emmanuel
    (redacted)
    Union Bank Thank you once again #MyDoorStory ….

    • Okon Emmanuel

      August 14, 2016 at 11:00 am

      i haven’t gotten any alert. pls why is this so?

  42. Loveday

    August 13, 2016 at 12:48 pm

    Behind every door there is a story. This is my story;
    Few years back, dare devil robbers visited and attacked my neighbourhood, they were breaking down people’s doors and robbing them of their cash and properties. They visited the house before mine and i was hearing serious bangs on the door, they spent time there trying to break in but the door was too powerful for them, i was in my own apartment praying to God for the arrival of security personnels because my own door was nothing to write home about because they will break in with ease. As if my prayers were answered, immediately they decided to leave that house for mine, security agents arrived the scene and gave them a hot pursuit. I heaved a sigh of relief but realised i needed a strong and reliable door. In the morning, i decided to find out the kind of door my next door neighbour had, lo and behold it was EMILINKS DOOR.
    Off i went in search of Emilinks office opposite Mega Chicken Eatery, Lekki-Epe Expressway way to get a quality door to fortify my building.
    I am happy to say that i can now comfortably sleep with my two eyes closed, knowing fully well that my Emilinks Door got me covered.
    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory #Day6

  43. Jude

    August 13, 2016 at 12:50 pm

    Day 6

    Our staff had consistently complained about the poor quality of the doors installed in our office complex. My Boss’ door in particular always gave me a tough time opening it every morning. I had complained to him severally about the need to change to EMILINK doors; He always nodded his head in agreement, but like the stingy ‘aka gum’ He is, He never considered it a priority.
    On this faithful day, He shut himself inside the office, instructing that no one should disturb Him (because He was working to meet a deadline). I and the secretary had to go downstairs to the conference room for an important meeting that demanded our phones being silent.
    About an hour later, I rushed back upstairs to pick up a file I had forgotten because it was demanded for in the meeting. Reaching for my cabinet, I heard my boss banging the door – “…who the hell is out there!?” He screamed. I quickly rushed to the door and battled with it for about a minute before it opened. My Boss pushed me out of the way and raced to the toilet. After easing Himself, He came out sweating profusely. “Jude, raise an expense for this doors now”, He gently said. “Yes Sir”, I replied. Looking down at His trouser, I could see some drops of the pee. He had been so pressed that the pee dropped… He got back into His office gently preventing me from shutting the door with his hand. I moved back, chuckling softly… good for Him I thought…Next time He won’t underestimate the importance of good quality doors.

    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory

  44. Berry

    August 13, 2016 at 12:50 pm

    I am seen more frequently as an object than a human being
    People act as if there is no soul inside the metal/wooden element they’re seeing

    I am referred to by things like “hard, durable, and unbreakable”
    When I answer with offense they say they’re only being funny.

    I walk away feeling degraded with an overwhelming sense of shame
    Strangers make me hate myself and never learn my name – yes I have one.

    To hear a vulgar cat call sends a shiver down my spine
    to be objectified is understated, and society says it’s fine.

    It makes me sick when I am treated like a piece of meat
    My one solution is to cut an eye holes in an old bed sheet so I can see them coming.

    When strangers say I’m pretty I no longer feel an ere of confidence and pride
    I feel a need to run away, be alone, and hide.

    I’ve been facing a lot of discrimination, and domestic assault lately and I only survive because of my strength and agility.

    When you are in a position like this often times people are too afraid to speak up. I know I’ve been, so I guess I’ll let it out here. I am Emilinks, the only door who endures, domestic violence, abuse, gun shots, adversities of all kind, but I have come out stronger and better.

    #MyDoorStory #Emilinks – Day 5

  45. Berry

    August 13, 2016 at 12:51 pm

    I am seen more frequently as an object than a human being
    People act as if there is no soul inside the metal/wooden element they’re seeing

    I am referred to by things like “hard, durable, and unbreakable”
    When I answer with offense they say they’re only being funny.

    I walk away feeling degraded with an overwhelming sense of shame
    Strangers make me hate myself and never learn my name – yes I have one.

    To hear a vulgar cat call sends a shiver down my spine
    to be objectified is understated, and society says it’s fine.

    It makes me sick when I am treated like a piece of meat
    My one solution is to cut an eye holes in an old bed sheet so I can see them coming.

    When strangers say I’m pretty I no longer feel an ere of confidence and pride
    I feel a need to run away, be alone, and hide.

    I’ve been facing a lot of discrimination, and domestic assault lately and I only survive because of my strength and agility.

    When you are in a position like this often times people are too afraid to speak up. I know I’ve been, so I guess I’ll let it out here. I am Emilinks, the only door who endures, domestic violence, abuse, gun shots, adversities of all kind, but I have come out stronger and better.

    #MyDoorStory #Emilinks – Day 6

  46. Chigozie

    August 13, 2016 at 12:57 pm

    # Emilinks # MyDoorStory Day 6
    When you close the door of misfortunes behind you. You tell the new day “wait for me, here i come”. @bellanaija

  47. osayande pius

    August 13, 2016 at 1:03 pm

    #MyDoorStory #Emilinks

    the day my door really got me angry:::::
    Doors can be annoying errhhh

    it was a Sunday , I was about going to church, because I was a little bit late, I was doing things in an hurry, I rushed out of my room, took my bible from the dinning table and as I was rushing our of the house, the door held my trouser and ripped it. Omg; one leg of my trouser now looks like wrapper. I was so angry; I hit the door with my leg thinking it will just break and fall down as if it was a living thing. I realised it was just a door. I was not so calm and simply went inside to change my trouser. I went late to church that very day; but I learnt something that day which is “I should always do things on time to avoid rush”

  48. Fowosere Wasiu

    August 13, 2016 at 1:04 pm

    DOORS REPRESENTS OPPORTUNITIES
    “Behold I have before you an open door which no one is able to shut”
    Emilinks #MyDoorStory competition is a doorway to test our creativity, how we respond is what determines if the door open to us or remain closed.
    Each door leads to a different adventure,
    Each door leads to a new opportunity.
    To open a door of opportunity, one has to be prepared to knock, but not all door we knock will open to us. But, not to worry, we are not defined by how many times we try but how dogged we are in our pursuits, how we persevere to finally triumph. The mistake will be to cry so much over a lost opportunity that we fall to see other doors open while we grieve.
    #Emilink #MyDoorStory

  49. Mahka

    August 13, 2016 at 1:07 pm

    #Emilinks #My Door Story.When the Lord shuts a window, somehow he opens a door. Best believe it’s through an Emilinks door cos that’s the only sure way in.

  50. uwaila

    August 13, 2016 at 1:10 pm

    Day 6
    However fat or thin you are,however tall or short u are.one place u must pass through is a door.Lol.
    #Emilinks. #mydoorstory

  51. Emmanuel Dominic

    August 13, 2016 at 1:13 pm

    Yessss! I came to the website today with a decision that if i don’t win then I will give up, but lo and behold, am no 5 winner, thanks Emilinks, thanks Bellanaija, you guys rock, wow. Thanks to you

    • Okon Emmanuel

      August 14, 2016 at 11:02 am

      Have you gotten a credit alert?

  52. Gemonyi

    August 13, 2016 at 1:14 pm

    Going down Memory lane… I remember how hardworking my mum was. She would sell fried akara, yam and plantain at Omotola junction. Mama akara as she was fondly called and Dad was seriously ill. She did all that while I and my sisters assisted her though I was young. We would close by 11/11:30pm everyday and sometimes 12:00pm if we didn’t finish selling on time. Getting home is always drama because we had this one room, a family of 6 children and a niece would fit in. The last person to lay everyday is mum so close to the Door that her back rests on it.
    Imagine if there was no Door we would probably be all out in the open. But Hey, it is all in the past.# EmiLinks #MyDoorStory.

  53. Louis Offor

    August 13, 2016 at 1:19 pm

    #MyDoorstory #Emilinks #Day6

    OPEN WIDE YOUR DOORS.

    This Week I Walked Through The Holy Door of Mercy at Holy Cross Cathedral, CMS, Lagos. As already known, doors play certain roles and functions in our everyday lives, but unlike most doors, there are very special functions symbolic of the Holy Door:
    The Holy Door is not just open and accessible to pilgrims during a jubilee year (which normally happens several years apart at intervals). It is a door that reminds the faithful of their responsibilities when crossing the threshold. Passing through this door means professing that Jesus Christ is Lord, in strengthening our faith in Him to embrace the new life He has given us.
    Apart the above, the door marks the separation between the inside and outside i.e. between sin and the order of grace (Mt 7:18-19), and the roles it plays include;

    (1) It permits entry to a new place, in showing mercy and not condemnation (Mt 9:13).
    (2) It provides protection and salvation (Jn 10:7).
    (3) It is a decision which implies the freedom to choose, and at the same time the courage to abandon something, to leave something behind (Mt 13:44-46). It is the Lord’s own gate: where the just may enter” (Ps 117:20).
    In Jn 10:7, Jesus said: “I am the gate”. There is only one way that opens wide the entrance into the life of communion with God: this is Jesus, the one and absolute way to salvation. To him alone can the words of the Psalmist be applied in full truth:
    Little wonder Pope John Paul II had announced to the world on the day of his election: “Open wide the doors to Christ”.
    Likewise I’m also doing the same here today by urging us all to start acquiring #Emilinks doors for our homes and offices and begin to open them wide so that we can always be recipients of the abundant blessings associated with open doors.

    #MyDoorStory #Emilinks.

  54. flozy katty

    August 13, 2016 at 1:23 pm

    #emilinksNG #mydoorstory #Day6.
    I will keep trying till I win, yes! With my same story. It happens earlier this year when I came to my state of deployment for service(NYSC). My affection for doors leads to been anxious and desperate to live in a house with a well secured doors like emilinks doors, and I was very fulfilled when i found such. #emilinks doors are the Best amongst all. #emilinks #mydoorstory #Day6

  55. Jasper

    August 13, 2016 at 1:43 pm

    My father is a pastor and he has good relationship with members of his church. Sometime ago we noticed that one of the members stopped coming to church with his family (he is one of the faithful members) and my father went to his house to visit him and ask why he has been absent from church. He replied that his car was scratched when he parked it at the security post where members park their cars (the church has made arrangement for a place beside the church where members can park their cars during service or when the want to travel without their cars), obviously a child sneaked in and scratch the car with a sharp object because the door wasn’t secured….and the man said, “how can I trust you with my soul when you can’t even protect my car?”. After a few explanation from my dad about the door, the man out rightly told my day that, “if you don’t fix Emilinks security doors in your church and parking lot, I will not return”. Off we went…today we have Emilinks security doors in the church, the parking lot and we have our member and his family back. For safety and security of lives, properties and even relationships, go for Emilinks doors and they are very very affordable. #Emilinks #MyDoorStory #Day6

  56. Esther Ola

    August 13, 2016 at 1:49 pm

    Every door has a story. I often think doors are veils to homes, each has a distinct character, speaking volumes of the people living behind the it. Doors can be life changing either positively or negatively. Every door leads to a new phase,doors can be likened to opportunities paving way for blessings and promotions. Every time a door opens, we are welcomed into a totally new environment to learn,strive,grow and make an impact. It’s fun to guess what could possibly be behind a door; emotions, an array of secrets and mysteries. Doors,a pathway to laughter,heartaches, hopes, banter and lots more. #Emilinks #Mydoorstory #bellanaija #Day6

  57. Laiskin Alex

    August 13, 2016 at 2:07 pm

    The First Time
    The first time I met you my stomach was lifted into my throat by one million butterflies and I nearly lost my cool. Okay not nearly. I actually lost my cool and screamed all the way to checkout, brandishing my ATM to purchase you, because you were all that I heard you to be, and more. You caught me joking about what I would do to you if I got you in my home and you laughed. I caught you watching me as I drifted off to sleep and laughed as well. That strength! That beauty! I want to stay behind you as you guard me some late nights as we watch the city come alive. I want to watch the sunrise from balconies with you after a night spent discussing politics. I want to get under your skin. I want to listen & absorb your features. I want to study the geography of your model. I want to start a revolution with you. I would love to write secret notes on your back as you stand next to me, but I couldn’t bear the thought of defacing you. But what I really want is to tell you that regardless of everything, I love you. Even if you never love me back… I love you. I hope that when you’re standing there, after a night spent in solitude, watching terrible TV that you don’t feel alone. I love you.
    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory #Day6 #LoveStory

  58. Laiskin Alex

    August 13, 2016 at 2:08 pm

    Chances
    The first time I met you your nervous disposition made me nervous. You made me feel as though there was nothing I could say that could articulate the waves in my stomach. I was taken aback by your strength and the quality of the revolution you represented. You’re beautiful & it radiates from inside you. I love you & I hope I get the chance to tell you.
    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory #Day6 #LoveStory

  59. Laiskin Alex

    August 13, 2016 at 2:08 pm

    Shuffering in Shilence
    Right now, you are working on your stage movement sonnet, planning to take over the world with your incredible abilities, and all I want to do is be right there with you, encouraging you and letting you know what really is inside my heart. Right now, I am inside this laundry room, listening to your frustrated voice. While I don’t per se love you in a total romantic way, I care deeply about you and I do have romantic feelings. You have become one of my best friends, and this is why you don’t even know yet.
    I wish that you felt the same way too. But until that day comes, I will suffer willingly and whole-heartedly. Just for you.
    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory #Day6 #LoveStory

  60. Laiskin Alex

    August 13, 2016 at 2:08 pm

    Enough
    I sometimes write poems, and when I read them later, I realize they were about you. I sometimes look at the sky, and when I feel happy seeing a flock of geese or a bright red cardinal, I think of the elation and power and happiness you bring to me. I sometimes do the craziest shit outside my home, but I always wish you were there to see. I sometimes lie down in the river behind school in the spring, and while my blood cools under the pulsating light through the trees, in a place where wind has more force and penetration, I allow your being to enter my mind, and I let it seep out into the river. It travels through the water and towards the banks, and it is now embedded in trees and grass and flowers.
    You will always interest me, and therefore I will always love you. I will watch you open and close slowly and carefully, and that will be enough. I will see you shine when the light falls on you in a certain way, and that will be enough. I will hear you groan over some sort of unfortunate circumstance and hearing the sound of you while being invited to share in your passing annoyance, and that will be more than enough. You are everything interesting and exciting in the world. You make experiencing anything worthwhile and enjoyable. As long as you’re around, everything is right, and nothing bothers me.
    I forget everything when you come into my mind.
    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory #Day6 #LoveStory

  61. Laiskin Alex

    August 13, 2016 at 2:09 pm

    The Night After
    The night after we first met, I went outside and wished on the brightest star that all my happiness could be given to you so that you could feel better. I know you think wishing on stars is cliche and naïve, but that’s me. In fact, I am so naive that I like to imagine that you still think about me now, even when I’m far away from home. I like to think that you sometimes wonder about me, sometimes wish you could tell me secrets and tell me jokes like you were human.
    But even if you aren’t, even if I was nothing but a blip on the grand radar of your beautiful life, that’s okay. You taught me more about myself than any other person, and in return I can only hope that you know how much I will always love you. I wish, still, after all this time, that you’re the happiest thing in existence on the planet. I wish for you love, joy and hope. Not because you gave me those things. But because you taught me how to find them in myself. I will never forget you.
    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory #Day6 #LoveStory

  62. Laiskin Alex

    August 13, 2016 at 2:09 pm

    I Have Loved You
    I am writing to you to let you know, I have loved you for a very long time, and I don’t want to stop anytime soon.
    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory #Day6 #LoveStory

  63. Laiskin Alex

    August 13, 2016 at 2:09 pm

    I Want
    I want to carry you everywhere I go, just because I feel sad and unsafe when I’m not with you. I can’t sleep soundly when I’m not with you. I woke up the other morning and my shoulders were aching because you weren’t there to hold them straight while I lean against you. I don’t think you want me to live with you though. You don’t think we’ll hang out as often as we do when I spend the whole day with you at the dealer’s place, you think I’ll get bored of you, you think I’ll want you to entertain me all the time. But I won’t. I want to be in the room with you and tap Morse code against you when I can’t sleep. I want to slip long lover letters under you, and imagine you read them and giggle. I want to make you coffee in the morning. I want to give you your mail and I want you to come to the shops with me every day to buy groceries. It’s not that I’m scared of being alone, or scared of being out of love. I’m just scared of not being with you, however that may be.
    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory #Day6 #LoveStory

  64. Laiskin Alex

    August 13, 2016 at 2:10 pm

    One Night
    One night I dreamt about my Emilinks door. Shyly she looked me in the eyes and asked, “How do you know?” Taking one long breath I began to explain how things are just different with her. I have never in my entire life had these feelings before. It is a feeling of being scared and excited, with a bit of pleasure mixed in. Some dreams do come true, though, as you must know. For me, this dream I speak of is true. When I see her my body trembles with joy and my heart beats wildly in my chest. I’m always surprised to find out that no one around me can hear my heart beating so loudly. Not wanting to say the wrong words to her, I sometimes just sit back and observe her. Like the way her polish literally shines, how her hinges adorably move when you push just right, or how kind and loving she is to those she cares for. She makes me want to be a better person: to do what is best for myself. But in all honesty, she is what is best for me. When I am around her, my true self comes out and it makes me feel great to know that I am able to be the real me. On August 10th I started to write about her. Sure, I wrote poems of love. But embarrassingly enough, I mainly wrote down special little things she would say and facts about herself that she would reveal to me. I do this because she is extremely special to me that I never want to forget these things about her. That’s how much she means to me. There is so much I could write down of how much I feel for her, but I am afraid that I do not have the time, the paper, nor the writing ink to do so because there is so much! Maybe she does not even need me to write it all down because she has a way of knowing what I feel anyways. But know this– she is the hope and the future I have always dreamt of and need. I want her to stay with me forever. To laugh, cry, create, love and live with me for the rest of my life. For the first time in my life I can say that I truly know myself and I know that I love you, Emilinks. I will always love you, forever.
    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory #Day6 #LoveStory

  65. Laiskin Alex

    August 13, 2016 at 2:10 pm

    Heartbroken
    My baby, every time I see you among a crowd of doors, I don’t see any other brand but you. Even if I pass by and pretend to be too stoned to notice you, I really am very happy to see you. My friends say that you’re really no good for me at all, but there’s something about you that makes me all strange and giddy inside. I lie in the grass at midnight and think about how you made a complete humiliation of all the other doors in front of everyone last year. Or, I think about all those times that I was a complete idiot by now getting you on time, and the fact that even when you’re not even trying, you never let me down. I think about all these things and smile. You are more than a door or protector to me, you are almost human, a best friend, and I love the fact that you make me feel infinite.
    Without thinking, I just put up a cover over you and when I realized what I was doing, I broke down crying. It’s been so hard for me to cry. It’s been this torturous anxiety overwhelming me, eating me alive. My heartbeat sits in my throat but I can’t seem to cry. I can’t sleep. I want to sleep so badly. I want to sleep all day, to forget I exist. Each day I push it away, I try to forget, but slowly it fills my head. To have to hear it from her first that you didn’t love me anymore, even as a friend. If you loved me, you wouldn’t have done this to me. I had to cover you up so I could take my medicine and fall asleep. It’s not even noon and I’m looking for a way out. The crying wasn’t even so much crying as an overwhelming lack of oxygen. I panicked and I couldn’t breathe and nothing is real. I don’t know what to do. I honestly don’t know what to do and I’ve never been more scared in my life. Everyone thinks I’m ok, I’ll be ok, but for once I don’t think I will. How could you? How could you? I can’t breathe anymore. I’m looking for a way out right now. Why doesn’t anybody ever see the warning signs? I’m so tired. I love you so much, and I want to hear you say you love me back. Just one time.
    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory #Day6 #LoveStory

  66. Laiskin Alex

    August 13, 2016 at 2:10 pm

    Feelings
    If this ain’t love then I don’t know. The feelings I have it so hard to explain… I have never felt this way before. Is this love or just some kind of touch? But whatever this is, I know there is a meaning to it. On the day that you introduced the meaning of love to me I knew it was truly unconditional. I might not fully know how to describe it but I know what I’m feeling. If my mind can’t be right than my heart must be. I use to say love is a crazy thing but it has taken control off my heart and mind. I fear that if having my love means you have gained the ability to hurt me more than anyone ever will or has than I will take the chances cause loving you mean so much to me. Nothing to lose but a lesson to learn…
    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory #Day6 #LoveStory

  67. Laiskin Alex

    August 13, 2016 at 2:11 pm

    I Love You
    My love letter stopped being a love letter the night that I fell in love with you. Who loves me more and better than you’ve ever done? You deserve to know that when I said I loved you, I meant it. I love your dark hue and your long handles and your shiny polish. I loved the way the roads were silent all around us when we drove home together in the middle of the night when it rained. I loved the way you sparked beneath the streetlamps. I know you get lonely sometimes when I leave you for too long, and I hope that someday you can find the kind of happiness I have found with you, my new love – the warm, sun-filled joy of holding you and leaning against you. I would be a coward and a liar if I said that I wasn’t afraid of losing you. Love is a frightening thing; it entails laying your heart on a cutting board, handing someone a knife, yet trusting that they won’t use it. Giving my love to you means giving you the power to hurt me more than anyone can or has ever had the ability to. It is then expected – no, required – that if you accept this love of mine, you understand these things. You must summon the courage to assume the responsibility of the precious gift you now hold. But somehow it seems incorrect to call my love a gift – you have earned every loving thought, every kind word, every caring gesture. ‘Giving’ love to you implies that you don’t deserve it, and that couldn’t be further from the truth. Love is the most valuable thing I have in this world and I wouldn’t just give it away.
    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory #Day6 #LoveStory

  68. Laiskin Alex

    August 13, 2016 at 2:11 pm

    This Love
    This love I have for you – it’s hard to describe, yet easy to feel. It’s difficult to convey save for the actions of every day life. I don’t know how to tell you that I love you without making you uncomfortable or scaring you away. I suppose saying it isn’t really necessary, since giving the condition a name doesn’t change its qualities…however, I can’t help but feel there’s something to say about the inability to say it at all. I understand that receiving love, and loving someone in return, is terrifying. You’re not the sort to make yourself vulnerable and neither am I. Love makes you weak in a way, I guess you could say…but more importantly, it makes you strong. This is just one of the reasons that I love love, and love loving you in particular.
    You seem to want a definition…yet I don’t have one. I will never have one. Love, at least to me, includes so many things that I don’t even know where or how to begin. Yet if you can’t just trust that you love someone – that you think of them more fondly than others in a peculiar way; admire them for the things that make them who they are and respect them for these very same attributes – then maybe you will never be able to love. Love is and will always be a leap of faith. Just like in life, there is no sure thing in love. You just have to trust. There is no answer – you just know. Yet there’s no way to ‘know’, especially if you pick it apart. Eventually love will be destroyed by all the prodding, analyzing and dissection.
    If there is any way to ‘know’ love – any sort of way to describe or define it – this is highly subjective. Love, at least to me, is selfless yet completely selfish. I love you for who you are and would do most anything for you if you needed me to. This selfless love is something quite gradual that grows as I get to know you better and catch glimpses of your innate, immutable qualities – your kindness, your integrity, your character. While human beings are continuously mutating creatures, I do believe that there are things in us that are tested by life and time, yet do not change. This is the foundation of a human being, maybe it’s the soul, I don’t know – but these are the very things that I see in you every day. I can’t help but love this man who exhibits many of the qualities that I admire, and also hope to possess. Selfless love leads to selfish love. I also love you for my own sake – for how you improve my life by driving me to be kinder and more understanding; changing the way I see myself and the world; making me question and even strengthen my beliefs and values. Yet it’s also just as simple as the fact that you make me feel wonderful and help me enjoy life just a little more than I would without you.
    I want to know what you think about love. I admit, I don’t understand why you shy away from love the way you do. I can’t help but think that the more one stresses over ‘knowing’ what love is, the more likely he will be to let it slip by. There is no way to ‘know’ other than by the standards you, and you alone, create for yourself. As I’ve already said, it’s a scary thing, but it is so worth the risk. And if you think of love, and if you think of possibly loving me – I hope you realize that there isn’t much risk involved. If you haven’t already then I haven’t been doing a very good job of being your best friend this year and your friend of nearly a century more.
    I am sorry for bringing up something that obviously makes you uncomfortable, but I hope you can understand the position that I am in. I am nearly 23 years old, about to graduate from the university, and I’m completely in love with you. Please don’t be mistaken – this is not an ultimatum, and my feelings for you won’t go away. I just want you to think about love. And possibly loving me. Or at least raising the issue of why you don’t love me, or why you are wary of love.
    I truly believe that life is too short to let fly by without telling the important people and things in your life how you feel. That, in effect, is why I wrote this letter. I just hope that one day I have the courage to give it to you.
    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory #Day6 #LoveStory

  69. Bisiga Kayode

    August 13, 2016 at 2:20 pm

    Day 6
    The Way through

    Just as we all know that THE DOOR is the entry point to every house, car, aeroplane, tunnel etc, so is it to every destination. A house without a door is opened to all forms of danger. A door could also be a person who is used to unleash the road to one’s destiny, or unravel the tricks behind a puzzle of success.

    Every man on earth needs another man as a DOOR way to unleash the route that must have a successful end. Reasons why men roam the journey of life without an aim is because they are yet to discover their DOOR way.

    Steve Wonder and Cobhams Asuquo are living proofs that you may not even necessarily need your two eyes open before getting to your own DOOR, however, note that you are the only spare key to your own DOOR way. All you need is to re-discover and believe yourself, be focused and finally put God first in all you do . You will definitely see The Way through to the DOOR and fulfill your destiny.

    If every man could see vividly, there are many doorsways but Emilinks doors is the only DOOR needed in a house that must be secured. Their durability and reliability is the only reason anyman should go and sleep wit their eyes closed.
    #Emilinks
    #MyDoorStory

  70. Uzi

    August 13, 2016 at 2:30 pm

    If I were an Emilinks Door

    If I were an Emilinks door, I’d sway with you in tow
    open you to the moon and back as warm winds gently blow.

    Lead you into to slumber land where dreams are often made
    a trip across the river blue where the ferry man was paid.

    I’ll open you into porch light hours, as time slips through like sand
    watch the sun set drift in prayer, while I envelope your hand.

    I’d inspire you to write of love, the scene unbound in gold
    emotions tumble with the breeze, a story to be told.

    So if I were an Emilinks door, I’d waltz you in forever
    into perfect shades of varnished strength that binds us both together.

    Take you in rested and at peace, I’ll protect you from strife
    not offered by every other doors, supporting you for life…

    – Day 6 #MyDoorStory #Emilinks

  71. eniola Kareem

    August 13, 2016 at 2:43 pm

    Day6.When your door doesn’t guarantee u security, don’t take too much time to think about it choose emilinks#Emilinks #MyDoorStory

  72. okude omobolanle

    August 13, 2016 at 3:39 pm

    @ bellanaija when I gained admission into Tai solarin university of education in the year 2013. I was only 17years old then, very pretty and I used to be very naïve. My parents were scared about my safety and security especially because of the rampant raping of girls, theft and other atrocities perpetuated by the cultist members in School. My parents were so afraid because I was still young. They wanted me to spend one year at home before going to school. It took me a lot of time and effort before I was able to convince them with the help of my Uncle. They rented a room self contained for me outside the school but not too far. My parents changed the door of my apartment because the door the landlord fixed was very weak and termite was already eating it up. My parents changed it to a very strong Door. I was very secured because of My Strong Door and I never experienced any breaking into my apartment unlike my coursemate. Am a 400 level student now. I feel secured because of My Strong Door. If Anyone is worried about his/her safety, Go for Emilinks Doors. #MyDoorStory #Emilinks- DAY 6

  73. Adesewa

    August 13, 2016 at 3:45 pm

    I WOULD HAVE BEEN RAPED (A TRUE STORY)

    The 23rd of December 2014 is a day I will always remember and be thankful for.

    Being festive period and my profession being fashion designing, I had some deliveries I had to meet up with on the 24th (the following day) so I decided to work overnight in my shop.

    At about some minutes past 01AM, I had some voices outside my shop. I wasn’t worried because it happens a lot whereby people trapped in traffic gets home late.

    About five minutes later, I was put to shock of my life because they started making attempt to break my door. I was so frightened to the extent that I couldn’t do anything nor call for help.

    To shorten the story, they gained entry into my shop, that was when I realized they were three (3). They started packing some of the clothes, after which one of them said “Guys, shey we no go enjoy ourselves with this babe ni?” Immediately I heard that, I knew what it meant and a powerful wave of shock and fear ran through me. I was helpless and couldn’t do anything to protect myself.

    Just at the nick of time, the security officials in the neighborhood got to the scene. As if it was planned, the thieves started behaving as if they were my customers (Just imagine, customers at midnight?), but seeing the security guys, I developed courage and I shouted “thieves” ”thieves”.

    On blowing the alarm, you need to see how those guys took to their heels leaving their loots behind.

    Fast forwarding to the following day, I immediately removed the useless and damaged wooden door and I installed an iron door.

    With this iron door, I DEY KAMPE AND SECURED. Ever since then, I have been observing night with rest of mind. All thanks to Emilinks for developing strong doors for my protection.

    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory Bella Naija

  74. Eddie

    August 13, 2016 at 4:29 pm

    #Emilinks#MyDoorStory#Day6#[email protected] online
    The day our toilet door had spoilt, daddy had thought of ordering for a more better one and quickly I had suggested Emilinks door as I saw how strong the one in my friend’s house was.
    Daddy loved the ideas and we had an Emilinks door in our toilet a week after I made the suggestion.
    And each time I use my toilet as I lock the door, I think of no place as peaceful as the resting room and while singing in the shower, I feel I should be famous now because my Emilink door is locked and am safe that no one can hear me except myself muttering about my aspiration. “I should be famous now, lalalalala, My Emilink door”, my daily song

  75. Bello John

    August 13, 2016 at 5:03 pm

    #MyDoorStory #Emilinks Day 6
    My door and I
    There is this popular cliché “you never know the value of what you have until you lose it”. Yes, this saying, always on Ayomide, my sister’s lip, especially when something awkward happened that she had earlier rebuked. With parted lips, and dilating eyeballs almost jumping out of its sockets, Emily would carry her head about nodding it like the way agama lizard does muttering the cliché. I have always wondered what the cliché meant. I was 10 then, so my idea about what the cliché meant was still vague.
    My house, a two bed room flat, semi- detached and facing the street road gave a position that allowed so much ventilation that when it begins to rain or there is heavy wind, our front door begins to clap to the rhythm of the force the wind or rain is pulling. The clapping of the door was as a result of my constant hitting. Each time I want to cry silly, I would go straight to the door and start hitting it. This was to draw attention of my mum or anyone of my siblings that cares to come cajole me and give or promise me what I had wanted. Sometimes the trick would work but most of the time, I’d be yell at to leave the door and not break it. Ayomide would caution always with her usual cliché, “you never know the value of what you have until you lose it”, break that door with your silly cries and we all would suffer the consequence. I would not care but kept hitting hard and because I was the baby of the house, my dad had warned them to desist from beating me.
    That evening, all hell was let loose, as it rained cat and dog. And because I had been hitting our front door severally on different occasions and because the door was aging, some nuts had come off. And no one knew. The door yielded to the force of the wind that came with the rain and ‘thud, it sounded on the floor. The door collapsed’ in front of us, the “thud” sound sent chills down my spine. Our once warmth room became suddenly cold. The wind rushed in to our embrace. I began to quiver immediately. It was that night I had a firm grasp of the meaning of the cliché my sister use to say. Ayomide came right in front of me and murmured the cliché pointing to the door. I didn’t know when I nodded yes to the cliché.
    I realised a doorway not only enables you to enter a room without breaking through the wall. Or that they enable you have some privacy or for security reasons. But because they are necessary if you want to be able to keep rain and cold out, and be secure.

    Ever since the incident, we have been using Emilinks door, and no wind or rain have had any effect on it. In fact, it is sound and water proof.

  76. Simon Rosemary

    August 13, 2016 at 5:08 pm

    #MyDoorStory #Emilinks Day 6

    I have come to realize doors are important components of a building whether it is for a shop, house or office. The use is indispensable. From privacy to security, protection from unwanted visitors, and other environmental hazards to luxury, class, impression, beautification etc.

    No one would love it when they reach a banking premises or a reputable organisation’s premises only to find an old rickety door. In fact, it rubbishes their ego.

    They say first impression matters a lot which arguably birthed the adage “Dress the way you want to be addressed”

    Emilinks offer great quality doors that can fit your type of structure. Patronize them today and you sure will be glad you did.

  77. Ademola Adelugba

    August 13, 2016 at 5:21 pm

    Thinking of fireproof doors, think #Emilinks heavy fire proof resistance doors that will look after you and your surroundings with a choice of trustworthy and long lasting closure systems. #MyDoorStory #Emilinks

  78. Rachel

    August 13, 2016 at 5:27 pm

    #DAY6 #EMILINKS #MYDOORSTORY
    A lot of images cloud my mind. The broken doors, my swollen eyes and my never ending ache.
    Two years ago, whenever I saw a door, I saw images of pain. Doors were directly linked to my bruised heart. The pain I felt in my body was overwhelming. Whenever he was angry, he would knock down the door, the door was the first to feel the anger of his cold fist and then I was next. The door was always broken and the carpenter was always asking questions. He was tired of taking our money. When he visited again, he gave me photos of a new door he fixed for someone. He was also getting it for his house. He swore he had never felt anything like it. It was EMILINKS.
    I paid and the door was fixed. It was strong. It gave me a new ray of hope. I felt strength looking at it.
    Ken returned very late. He was drunk again. The booze always gave him some more strength. I was talking to my brother on the phone but this time, he heard my lover. He reached for me with so much aggression. For the first time I looked at my EMILINKS door and I was filled with strength without fear, victory without consequences. I went through it and locked it from within. When he came through and punched it, I heard him moan painfully. The door never caused him fear. He always caused us pain but this time my EMILINKS caused him deep pain. I heard him moan again, I could tell he was bleeding. It gave me enough time to use the kitchen door, I took nothing from him. I left the shame I called marriage. It’s been two years; I have my own place and no need for dependence. I feel secured and protected and it is not a human being giving me protection. It is my EMILINKS door. It guides every entrance here. It has shown me strength without fear. It has shown me protection without pain.

  79. rejoice okechukwu

    August 13, 2016 at 5:38 pm

    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory Day 6

    I truly believe that everything that we do and everyone that we meet is put in our path for a purpose. There are no accidents; we’re all teachers – if we’re willing to pay attention to the lessons we learn, trust our positive instincts and not be afraid to take risks or wait for some miracle to come knocking at our door,
    when we Don’t spend time beating on a wall, hoping to transform it into a door.Opportunity does not knock, it presents itself when you beat down the door.

    when you have the desire to succeed,the will to win,the urge to reach your full potential… these are the keys that will unlock the door to personal excellence.

    When I come home, my daughter will run to the door and give me a big hug, and everything that’s happened that day just melts away.

    I have become my own version of an optimist. If I can’t make it through one door, I’ll go through another door – or I’ll make a door. Something terrific will come no matter how dark the present.

    Don’t let people disrespect you. My mom use to says don’t open the door to the devil. Surround yourself with positive people.

    Sometimes I feel an obligation to be accessible as a personality, but for me the driving force since the beginning has always been good work, taking risks, trying new things. If the door opens, go through it. Always go forwards.

    lastly In oneself lies the whole world and if you know how to look and learn, the door is there and the key is in your hand. Nobody on earth can give you either the key or the door to open, except yourself.
    Above all Education is the key to unlock the golden door of freedom.

  80. vincent okechukwu rejoice

    August 13, 2016 at 5:39 pm

    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory Day 6

    I truly believe that everything that we do and everyone that we meet is put in our path for a purpose. There are no accidents; we’re all teachers – if we’re willing to pay attention to the lessons we learn, trust our positive instincts and not be afraid to take risks or wait for some miracle to come knocking at our door,
    when we Don’t spend time beating on a wall, hoping to transform it into a door.Opportunity does not knock, it presents itself when you beat down the door.

    when you have the desire to succeed,the will to win,the urge to reach your full potential… these are the keys that will unlock the door to personal excellence.

    When I come home, my daughter will run to the door and give me a big hug, and everything that’s happened that day just melts away.

    I have become my own version of an optimist. If I can’t make it through one door, I’ll go through another door – or I’ll make a door. Something terrific will come no matter how dark the present.

    Don’t let people disrespect you. My mom use to says don’t open the door to the devil. Surround yourself with positive people.

    Sometimes I feel an obligation to be accessible as a personality, but for me the driving force since the beginning has always been good work, taking risks, trying new things. If the door opens, go through it. Always go forwards.

    lastly In oneself lies the whole world and if you know how to look and learn, the door is there and the key is in your hand. Nobody on earth can give you either the key or the door to open, except yourself.
    Above all Education is the key to unlock the golden door of freedom

  81. Emebo Stephanie

    August 13, 2016 at 5:40 pm

    Towards the long narrow road i sojourn, hoping for a way out. Where is the exit? How did i get here? The darkness grips me instilling fear, what figure is that i see? With aid of my hands i vigorously search through the darkness hitting only brick walls until I locate a handle. Could this be it? I turn the handle in anticipation of either good or bad. Light illuminates through the door, the door my way out, the door my escape route.Amidst this i am struck by the beautiful design and finish work, a smile slowly forms on my lips, a door by emilinks has paved the way for me. #mydoorstory #emilinks #day6

  82. emeka udeh

    August 13, 2016 at 6:02 pm

    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory Day 6

    If you want to become fully mature in the Lord, you must learn to love truth. Otherwise, you will always leave open a door of deception for the enemy to take what is meant to be yours.

    when you build on failure. You use it as a stepping stone. Close the door on the past. You don’t try to forget the mistakes, but you don’t dwell on it. You don’t let it have any of your energy, or any of your time, or any of your space.For people like me, who have blocked out a chunk of their past, you wonder – if you open that door, if you walk into that room of your memories, what will happen? Will it destroy you or will it make you stronger?

    The unsaid rule for living in a trailer park is: ‘If the door’s shut, don’t come a-knockin.’ But if it’s open and you’re walkin’ by, feel free to say, ‘Hello.’

    I have this old ’57 Porsche Speedster, and the way the door closes, I’ll just sit there and listen to the sound of the latch going, ‘cluh-CLICK-click.’ That door! I live for that door. Whatever the opposite of planned obsolescence is, that’s what I’m into.

    My own life was filled with so much love and joy that when depression struck, it was like a prison door slamming shut and I was being placed in an isolation cell. No one else could possibly be feeling what I was. I hated my depression and all of its symptoms.

    I think there should be laughs in everything. Sometimes, it’s a slammed door, a pie in the face or just a recognition of our frailties.When one door is closed, don’t you know, another is open.

    I was raised on a farm in Kansas where we lived next door to my Grandma Dew, and I was her shadow. We went everywhere together – to the bank, the doctor, the Early Bird Garden Club, and to an endless procession of Church meetings.
    I never got a formal education. So my intellect is my common sense. I don’t have anything else going for me. And my common sense opens the door to instinct.

  83. emeka udeh

    August 13, 2016 at 6:04 pm

    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory Day 6

    If you want to become fully mature in the Lord, you must learn to love truth. Otherwise, you will always leave open a door of deception for the enemy to take what is meant to be yours.

    when you build on failure. You use it as a stepping stone. Close the door on the past. You don’t try to forget the mistakes, but you don’t dwell on it. You don’t let it have any of your energy, or any of your time, or any of your space.For people like me, who have blocked out a chunk of their past, you wonder – if you open that door, if you walk into that room of your memories, what will happen? Will it destroy you or will it make you stronger?

    The unsaid rule for living in a trailer park is: ‘If the door’s shut, don’t come a-knockin.’ But if it’s open and you’re walkin’ by, feel free to say, ‘Hello.’
    I have this old ’57 Porsche Speedster, and the way the door closes, I’ll just sit there and listen to the sound of the latch going, ‘cluh-CLICK-click.’ That door! I live for that door. Whatever the opposite of planned obsolescence is, that’s what I’m into.

    My own life was filled with so much love and joy that when depression struck, it was like a prison door slamming shut and I was being placed in an isolation cell. No one else could possibly be feeling what I was. I hated my depression and all of its symptoms.

    I think there should be laughs in everything. Sometimes, it’s a slammed door, a pie in the face or just a recognition of our frailties.When one door is closed, don’t you know, another is open.
    I was raised on a farm in Kansas where we lived next door to my Grandma Dew, and I was her shadow. We went everywhere together – to the bank, the doctor, the Early Bird Garden Club, and to an endless procession of Church meetings.
    I never got a formal education. So my intellect is my common sense. I don’t have anything else going for me. And my common sense opens the door to instinct.

  84. Favour

    August 13, 2016 at 6:24 pm

    #Emilink #mydoorstory #day6
    It’s not just about the name…it’s all about the safety guaranteed, security guaranteed, reliability guaranteed, comfort guaranteed, undefined happiness guaranteed,dependability guaranteed, well-fortified and it gives optimum satisfaction. With EMILINK DOORS,you can be sure the world is yours. As the saying goes,…”give a girl the right shoes and she can conquer the world”.
    With Emilink door your safety is sure 24/7

  85. igweze tonia qeency

    August 13, 2016 at 7:19 pm

    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory Day 6

    I still like to see a man walking street-side, to protect the lady from traffic. I grew up with that, and I hate to see something like that get lost. I still like to see that a man opens the door for lady. I like those touches of chivalry that are fast disappearing.

    I love driving cars, looking at them, cleaning and washing and shining them. I clean ’em inside and outside. I’m very touchy about cars. I don’t want anybody leaning on them or closing the door too hard,
    When you get into your car, shut the door and be there for just half a minute. Breathe, feel the energy inside your body, look around at the sky, the trees. The mind might tell you, ‘I don’t have time.’ But that’s the mind talking to you. Even the busiest person has time for 30 seconds of space.

    The biggest hurdle is rejection. Any business you start, be ready for it. The difference between successful people and unsuccessful people is the successful people do all the things the unsuccessful people don’t want to do. When 10 doors are slammed in your face, go to door number 11 enthusiastically, with a smile on your face.

    You have to come to your closed doors before you get to your open doors… What if you knew you had to go through 32 closed doors before you got to your open door? Well, then you’d come to closed door number eight and you’d think, ‘Great, I got another one out of the way’… Keep moving forward

    An unlocked door means that, occasionally, you might get a devil come in, but a locked door means you have thousands of angels just walk by.

    I have six locks on my door all in a row. When I go out, I lock every other one. I figure no matter how long somebody stands there picking the locks, they are always locking three.

    When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us.

    When a man opens a car door for his wife, it’s either a new car or a new wife.The door might not be opened to a woman again for a long, long time,

  86. igweze tonia qeency

    August 13, 2016 at 7:20 pm

    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory Day 6

    I still like to see a man walking street-side, to protect the lady from traffic. I grew up with that, and I hate to see something like that get lost. I still like to see that a man opens the door for lady. I like those touches of chivalry that are fast disappearing.

    I love driving cars, looking at them, cleaning and washing and shining them. I clean ’em inside and outside. I’m very touchy about cars. I don’t want anybody leaning on them or closing the door too hard,
    When you get into your car, shut the door and be there for just half a minute. Breathe, feel the energy inside your body, look around at the sky, the trees. The mind might tell you, ‘I don’t have time.’ But that’s the mind talking to you. Even the busiest person has time for 30 seconds of space.

    The biggest hurdle is rejection. Any business you start, be ready for it. The difference between successful people and unsuccessful people is the successful people do all the things the unsuccessful people don’t want to do. When 10 doors are slammed in your face, go to door number 11 enthusiastically, with a smile on your face.

    You have to come to your closed doors before you get to your open doors… What if you knew you had to go through 32 closed doors before you got to your open door? Well, then you’d come to closed door number eight and you’d think, ‘Great, I got another one out of the way’… Keep moving forward

    An unlocked door means that, occasionally, you might get a devil come in, but a locked door means you have thousands of angels just walk by.

    I have six locks on my door all in a row. When I go out, I lock every other one. I figure no matter how long somebody stands there picking the locks, they are always locking three.

    When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us.

    When a man opens a car door for his wife, it’s either a new car or a new wife.The door might not be opened to a woman again for a long, long time

  87. OLALEKAN O. Y.

    August 13, 2016 at 7:27 pm

    IF NOT THE DOOR…
    If not the door that was too strong, my dad could have been robbed ran through my heart when he (my dad) narrated how he escaped attack by robbers who made attempt to rob his fashion designing shop. That fateful day, my dad decided to do overnight because it was close to festive period of December. At around 2:00am, he started hearing gbas! Gbas!! Gbas!!! at the door, he was been frightened having known that they are robbers whose news of their operations had spread around. “I had no choice than to just summon courage because I was only the one inside,” he revealed. I devised a strategy that eventually work for my escape, “What is the strategy?”, we’ll asked as we listen to his experience. He paused a while and continued, “I started calling names, I mean rascal names, “Jendo! Spark! Hitler! Jomo!… they have arrived, I told you they will come today. O ya bring that thing, today will be there end in this robbery…”. I can notice a brim smile on him face as he shared the remaining part of the experience to us. Gently I heard them whispering words and later could not hear them again, seeing that they could not force their way through the door which they have been struggling with for a long time. My dad said he could neither sleep not be able to do any work that night, but he was saying, “o ya e ma wole bo” (meaning , O ya come in now…). He never knew when he dosed off until when his alarm rang that morning. Having noticing this, I opened the door and people started congratulating me for the narrow escape, he said boastfully. My mum quickly said, “Thank God o…”, as she went on her knee raising her hands and eyes to the ceiling. However, I thought within me and say thank God for the door… “If not the door that was too strong, my dad could have been robbed”. Kudos to Emilink doors that God used for the security of my dad’s life and property. Emilink is the only door that can do this. Go for Emilink, because it’s durable, quality, affordable, long-lasting and affordable. #Emilink #MyDoorStory #Day 6

  88. oyin

    August 13, 2016 at 8:02 pm

    On a very long and tired monday, my friend peju got the fright of her life when she walked into her house and found man in a bath robe cooking in the kitchen. The Problem was, the bath robe wasn’t his, neither was the food he was cooking, nor was the house! Her confusion and fright didn’t stop the man from doing what he was doin oo…he was even inviting her into her house sef. Of course, trust my friend peju, she quickly called the police. After arriving on the scene, however, the guy insisted that it was his home and was even struggling with the police. Ultimately, the man was taken into custody. The police reported that the man was suffering from a mental disorder (ya think?!), anyways, what happened to my friend just goes to show how important it is to have good security doors installed in your home cause you never can tell. I’m so glad the man did not rape her or do anything worse. That is why i give #Emilinks door a ?percent because i cant shout oo..! As least I know that with their doors I am safe and secure in my home. #Emilinks #MyDoorStory #Day6

  89. dibor gloria

    August 13, 2016 at 8:14 pm

    #MyDoorStory #Emilinks #DAY6

    Opening a door towards you puts you at a disadvantage if you have some pushy person from the other side coming towards you who doesn’t wait his/her turn.

    Most people when going through a doorway won’t think much of this unless it happens to them but in principle, the person who opens the door should have right of way since pushing or pulling, turning the door handle. means you are at the door first.

    One day in work,my friend Alan went up to a door, turned the handle down and pulled the door towards him but was met by someone who blocked his path. Since the door Alan was opening opened towards him, the person on the other side of the door who did not make any attempt to open the door took advantage of getting into the doorway before Alan could but Alan wasn’t going to let this person take advantage of him and continued walking since opening the door he had right of way, so they collided.

    Alan was accused of obstructing the other worker when the other worker obstructed Alan by pushing in. Now Alan has started ‘snaking’ in when he opens a door towards him to ensure his right of way is honoured but has been told off by his boss for doing this.

    He argued “I am not going to let people push their way in front of me because the door opens away from them when I open the door to enter the buildings. If I open the door I will make sure I get through first as I have right of way and therefore start to go through when there is sufficient space before the other person does.

    “Since all doors in the workplace have handles I will hold onto the handle as I snake through so that I have something to hold onto to give me better leverage if the person from the other side tries to push in. Too many of them are cyclists with hands full expecting others to hold the doors open for them and just barge in at the easiest convenience.

    “I know cyclists don’t respect the law on the roads by going through red lights and purposely cycling two abreast on country lanes to hold motorists up, so I am not going to let these wimps push in when I am in front. They should wait their turn like everyone else, not demand priority over others.

    “I hate these cyclists as they are the biggest lawbreakers on the road and need to be taught a lesson.

    “As I open the door towards me I can get into the minimal gap before the person from the other side can so I am at an advantage here which is morally correct since it is my right of way. Doing what others do gives the advantage to the opportunist wrongdoer”.

    Those on the other side know someone is coming towards them because they didn’t open the door, but that person doesn’t necessarily know they are there. He has right of way and if he walks into them, they already had a warning he was coming and therefore are to blame twofold – for doing it and knowing someone was coming towards them with priority over them”.

    Opening the door towards you and waiting for the door to open fully gives advantage to the other side whereas it gives advantage to you when minimal space is required. So it is recommended to snake through these doors like Alan to stop those from the other side pushing in if you open a door towards you.

  90. dibor gloria

    August 13, 2016 at 8:16 pm

    #MyDoorStory #Emilinks #DAY6

    Opening a door towards you puts you at a disadvantage if you have some pushy person from the other side coming towards you who doesn’t wait his/her turn.

    Most people when going through a doorway won’t think much of this unless it happens to them but in principle, the person who opens the door should have right of way since pushing or pulling, turning the door handle. means you are at the door first.

    One day in work,my friend Alan went up to a door, turned the handle down and pulled the door towards him but was met by someone who blocked his path. Since the door Alan was opening opened towards him, the person on the other side of the door who did not make any attempt to open the door took advantage of getting into the doorway before Alan could but Alan wasn’t going to let this person take advantage of him and continued walking since opening the door he had right of way, so they collided.

    Alan was accused of obstructing the other worker when the other worker obstructed Alan by pushing in. Now Alan has started ‘snaking’ in when he opens a door towards him to ensure his right of way is honoured but has been told off by his boss for doing this.

    He argued “I am not going to let people push their way in front of me because the door opens away from them when I open the door to enter the buildings. If I open the door I will make sure I get through first as I have right of way and therefore start to go through when there is sufficient space before the other person does.

    “Since all doors in the workplace have handles I will hold onto the handle as I snake through so that I have something to hold onto to give me better leverage if the person from the other side tries to push in. Too many of them are cyclists with hands full expecting others to hold the doors open for them and just barge in at the easiest convenience.

    “I know cyclists don’t respect the law on the roads by going through red lights and purposely cycling two abreast on country lanes to hold motorists up, so I am not going to let these wimps push in when I am in front. They should wait their turn like everyone else, not demand priority over others.

    “I hate these cyclists as they are the biggest lawbreakers on the road and need to be taught a lesson.

    “As I open the door towards me I can get into the minimal gap before the person from the other side can so I am at an advantage here which is morally correct since it is my right of way. Doing what others do gives the advantage to the opportunist wrongdoer”.

    Those on the other side know someone is coming towards them because they didn’t open the door, but that person doesn’t necessarily know they are there. He has right of way and if he walks into them, they already had a warning he was coming and therefore are to blame twofold – for doing it and knowing someone was coming towards them with priority over them”.
    Opening the door towards you and waiting for the door to open fully gives advantage to the other side whereas it gives advantage to you when minimal space is required. So it is recommended to snake through these doors like Alan to stop those from the other side pushing in if you open a door towards you.

  91. prince roy

    August 13, 2016 at 8:33 pm

    some years back ,when i was younger we have a neighbour a lady very beautiful woman funny enough she is a pastors daughter living in our boysquater ,every night around 6.30 pm she will tell the security man that she is coming she want to go and buy something ,so i became curious because this happens on a daily basis.one day she left i went and check her door is locked from inside which means she will lock her door as if she is in and jump out through window ,i went in through the window lock the window and open the door and went out through the door and lock it,when she came back the next morning she rush back to jump through her window only for her to see that the window have been locked she was stranded and she couldnt ask because of shame ,i walked up to her and said anty chi take your key and always use your door ,window is meant for thief ,since then she buys stuffs for me and dash me money steady because her conscience keep disturbing her so that i wont let another person hear what she have been doing is not too long she packed out #mydoorstory #Emilinks #Day6

  92. nwawuo adaeze

    August 13, 2016 at 9:16 pm

    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory Day 6

    There was one local man who angry exit was ruined this evening, by a common manual surface mounted door closer.
    The man was entertaining visiting friends at his local pub, when the incident occurred.

    charles was drinking in The White Lion, when the conversation took a turn for the worse. His girlfriend was chatting to another patron of the establishment when, enraged by their apparent friendliness, an argument ensued.

    charles accused his wife to be of being ‘over familiar’ with said patron and began demanding an explanation from the shocked partner.

    Her argument was that she was ‘just being friendly’. Unconvinced, Butress started ‘getting heavy’, and witnesses claim he was ‘totally out of order, and over the top’ in his reprimand.

    Seeing the situation spiralling out of control ,charles’ girlfriend, Betty, took charge and told him under no uncertain terms to ‘do one’.

    At this unexpected turn of events,charles, announcing to everyone that they were ‘bastard’s’ and could ‘go fuck ’em selves’ turned on his heels and left the bar.

    Upon leaving, and as a final full stop to the evening’s events, charles slammed the front door as he exited. But unfortunately the woodwork was managed by a manual surface mounted door closer.

    As he wrenched on the door to leave, the woodwork followed him at speed, only to stop inches from closing, by the compression spring contained within the metalwork above the door, resulting in a barely audible ‘shuuk’ as the door completed it’s journey.

    Emma, who was seated at the bar, told us “it was all going well, but when he slammed the door, and it just closed slowly and quietly behind him, that just ruined it! It would have had far more effect if there was a sturdy ‘bang’, but that was it.

    The moment was lost!”
    As news of the incident spreads, more and more people are coming forward to express their own downfall at the hands of this supposed ‘human aid’.
    Even the rich and famous have been caught out by this seemingly inconspicuous and dormant ‘aid’.

    Madonna famously left Emma by slamming a door that closed unimpressive slowly and unassumingly quietly, and upon hearing of his exit from 10 Downing Street,Ade is said to have left the building by slamming a door which was operated by a surface mounted door closer, resulting in a rather embarrassing ‘shuuck’, rather than the expected ‘BANG’.
    Angry people beware, always look above you before leaving. Door closers can really ruin an exit.

  93. nwawuo adaeze

    August 13, 2016 at 9:16 pm

    #Emilinks #MyDoorStory Day 6

    There was one local man who angry exit was ruined this evening, by a common manual surface mounted door closer.
    The man was entertaining visiting friends at his local pub, when the incident occurred.

    charles was drinking in The White Lion, when the conversation took a turn for the worse. His girlfriend was chatting to another patron of the establishment when, enraged by their apparent friendliness, an argument ensued.

    charles accused his wife to be of being ‘over familiar’ with said patron and began demanding an explanation from the shocked partner.

    Her argument was that she was ‘just being friendly’. Unconvinced, Butress started ‘getting heavy’, and witnesses claim he was ‘totally out of order, and over the top’ in his reprimand.

    Seeing the situation spiralling out of control,charles’ girlfriend, Betty, took charge and told him under no uncertain terms to ‘do one’.

    At this unexpected turn of events,charles, announcing to everyone that they were ‘bastard’s’ and could ‘go fuck ’em selves’ turned on his heels and left the bar.

    Upon leaving, and as a final full stop to the evening’s events, charles slammed the front door as he exited. But unfortunately the woodwork was managed by a manual surface mounted door closer.

    As he wrenched on the door to leave, the woodwork followed him at speed, only to stop inches from closing, by the compression spring contained within the metalwork above the door, resulting in a barely audible ‘shuuk’ as the door completed it’s journey.

    Emma, who was seated at the bar, told us “it was all going well, but when he slammed the door, and it just closed slowly and quietly behind him, that just ruined it! It would have had far more effect if there was a sturdy ‘bang’, but that was it.

    The moment was lost!”
    As news of the incident spreads, more and more people are coming forward to express their own downfall at the hands of this supposed ‘human aid’.
    Even the rich and famous have been caught out by this seemingly inconspicuous and dormant ‘aid’.

    Madonna famously left Emma by slamming a door that closed unimpressive slowly and unassumingly quietly, and upon hearing of his exit from 10 Downing Street,Ade is said to have left the building by slamming a door which was operated by a surface mounted door closer, resulting in a rather embarrassing ‘shuuck’, rather than the expected ‘BANG’.
    Angry people beware, always look above you before leaving. Door closers can really ruin an exit

  94. Mohammed Adamu madaki

    August 13, 2016 at 9:40 pm

    The man who comes back through the Door in the Wall will never be quite the same as the man who went out. He will be wiser but less sure, happier but less self-satisfied,humbler in acknowledging his ignorance yet better equipped to understand the relationship of words to things, of systematic reasoning to the unfathomable mystery which it tries, forever vainly, to comprehend #emilinks #mydoorstory #bellanaija #day6

  95. Mohammed Adamu madaki

    August 13, 2016 at 9:54 pm

    The man who comes back through the Door in the Wall will never be quite the same as the man who went out. He willhappier but less self-She knocked and waited, because when the door was opened from within, it had the potential to lead quite different.,humbler in acknowledging his ignorance yet better equipped to understand the relationship of words to things, of systematic reasoning to the unfathomable mystery which it tries, forever vainly, to comprehend #emilinks #mydoorstory #bellanaija #day6

  96. Mohammed Adamu madaki

    August 13, 2016 at 10:07 pm

    A little “thank you” that you will say to someone for a “little favour” shown to you is a key to unlock the doors that hide unseen “greater favours”. Learn to say “thank you” and why not? #emilinks #mydoorstory #bellanaija #day6

  97. Mohammed Adamu madaki

    August 13, 2016 at 10:20 pm

    I’ve won his heart, but it’s like owning a house in which most of the doors are permanently locked. He wants to shield me from all unpleasantness. And it’s not really marriage—not like the marriage you have with Cam—until he’s willing to share the worst of himself as well as the best of himself. #emilinks #mydoorstory #bellanaija #day6

  98. Mohammed Adamu madaki

    August 13, 2016 at 10:24 pm

    The more doors you open to the mysteries, or sacred knowledge, the smaller you feel. And because you begin to feel smaller and smaller until your ego disappears, the more humble you become. Therefore, any man who behaves arrogantly with what little he knows, or claims to know all, only reveals to all that he really knows nothing. Real greatness does not reside inside those who feel large. The truly wise are meek. Yet being small and meek do not make one weak. Arming oneself with true knowledge generates strong confidence and a bold spirit that makes you a lion of God. The Creator does not want you to suffer, yet we are being conditioned by society to accept suffering, weak and passive dispositions under the belief that such conditions are favorable by God. Weakness is not a virtue praised by God. How could he desire for you to be weak if he tells us to stand by our conscience? Doing so requires strength. However, there is a difference between arrogance when inflating your ego, and confidence when onetruly gets closer to God. One feels large, while the other feels small. Why? Because a man of wisdom understands that he is just a small pea in a sea of infinite atoms, and that in the end — we are all connected. And did you not know that the smaller a creature is, the bolder its spirit? #emilinks #mydoorstory #bellanaija #day6

  99. Mohammed Adamu madaki

    August 13, 2016 at 10:29 pm

    “When one door closes, another door opens, but we sooften look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door, that we do not see the ones which open for us. #emilinks #mydoorstory #bellanaija #day6

  100. Mohammed Adamu madaki

    August 13, 2016 at 10:31 pm

    When one door closes anotherdoor opens.Most people are too attached to the past, to what they are familiar with, and therefore, miss opportunities that stand right in front of them.Doors may close, but there arealways, other, unlimited number of doors – new opportunities. The world is fullof opportunities, if we could only see them. The Infinite Power is boundless, and so the possibilities are without number.Not every plan works out. Sometimes, there are losses and failures. Sometimes, thereare problems in relationships. Sometimes, people lose their money or job, or meet other unpleasant things.We don’t always have control over these events, but we can exercise control over our mindand attitude.When one of these events happens, and we focus our attention on the loss – the closed door, we see only a closed door with the resultant frustration and unhappiness.If we could only move our sight and attention away from the closed door, we might be surprised to discover new, open doors.It might not be so easy to move our eyes elsewhere, dueto attachment to the old and familiar, and fear of the new and the unknown.If you find it difficult to stop the stream of uncontrolled negative thoughts, your mind would keep focusing on the loss, failure, and frustration – on the door that has closed. Would these thoughts help you in any way, or they will create suffering, and prevent change and improvement?You may agree with what is being said here, but how can you free yourself from past attachments and see the new opportunities? How can you bring yourself to see, and enter the new doors that open for you? #emilinks #mydoorstory #bellanaija #day6

  101. Omolola

    August 13, 2016 at 11:34 pm

    I have no vivid memories of my childhood, but my mother always told me about my affinity for doors. Maybe the first thing I saw as a baby was the maternity doors. My mother told stories of how I used be a shy and always hid behind doors and curtains.
    As a young person , I remember how doors were my first artistic canvas and crayons were my paint and brush.
    Our entrance door kept me anxious and ambitious about getting taller because the lock was kept High for the grown ups and my climbing chair approach was to no prevail
    Doors were systematically responsible for some major growth and strides they became a symbols of excellence and success in the textural sense of it. We all wait for “that door that opens opportunities for us”
    That’s why am studying estate management to open doors to pennyworth comfort and opportunities to people and Vicariously for myself ”
    Emilinks doors share that vision and propensity
    Emilinks doors are standard and quality doors to serve it’s primary functions, additional beauty and proverbial motivation
    #day 6. #mydoorstory. #emilinks

  102. Omolola

    August 14, 2016 at 1:54 am

    #day 6 #mydoorstory #emilinks #bellanaija #opportunitydoor #mrsolomon

    Doors???
    From a man opening the door of his heart to a woman’s love
    His birth was through his mother’s Biotic door
    Subsequently Doors were opened to greet the bright and healthy looking baby
    The child on a steady part to self actualization he went through several educational doors
    The young educated marvick opened himself into the multi-dimensional concepts of doors of standard and quality door
    Now he is MD/CEO of Emilinks Limited, Solomon E. Nwadiogbu makers of exquisite and quality doors ET AL
    Opening Nigerian’s to quality doors and empowerment.
    It started with doors and continues with doors……..
    Thank you emilinksNG

  103. Omolola

    August 14, 2016 at 2:06 am

    I have no vivid memories of my childhood, but my mother always told me about my affinity for doors. Maybe the first thing I saw as a baby was the maternity doors. My mother told stories f how I used be a shy and always hid behind doors and curtains.
    As a young person , I remember how doors were my first artistic canvas and crayons were my paint and brush.
    Our entrance door kept me anxious and ambitious about getting taller because the lock was kept High for the grown ups and my climbing chair approach was to no prevail
    Doors were systematically responsible for some major growth and strides they became a symbols of excellence and success in the textural sense of it. We all wait for “that door that opens opportunities for us”
    That’s why am studying estate management to open doors to pennyworth comfort and opportunities to people and Vicariously for myself ”
    Emilinks doors share that vision and propensity
    Emilinks doors are standard and quality doors to serve it’s primary functions, additional beauty and proverbial motivation
    #day 6 #mydoorstory #emilinksNG #bellanaija #truth #texturalextentofdoors #bey

  104. Omolola

    August 14, 2016 at 2:32 am

    THE MEMOIRS OF O’DOOR

    Hastily pushing down the last morsel through his oral orifice.
    He storms out towards the noise of his friends.
    His mother’s voice echoes after him,with words that sounded like “be careful”
    His worn out clothes hanging loose on his shoulder as he ran.
    Exposing much of his flesh to the scorching sun.
    Mama won’t allow allow him play with shoes on.
    Oblivious of the fact that he has none.
    Between his teeth,he holds those innocent smiles of a child,smiles that transcends life’s vanity.
    Master of his own world,where he has all the time,but not a second to spare on frivolities.
    Trapped in the woods of his own thoughts.
    A lush forest with iroko tall dreams.
    Adorned here and there with beautiful flowers of hope.
    The whispers of the breeze through the woods seems to announce the presence of royalty.
    Trees bow sideways in uniformity.
    Shedding their leaves at his feet.
    He is snapped back to reality by the thundering in the clouds.
    Dark clouds clouds and cold winds draws the curtain for the day’s fun.
    Climaxed by the singing of unclad children.
    Stripping down as he feels the first drop of water.
    His boyish manhood retracting into a sheath of skin,away from the looming cold.
    He is undaunted by the body shrieking cold.
    Mama is waiting at home to rub him down with greasy palms.
    Cuddled up in her bosom
    Shielded by her sacred love.
    His eyes shut in deep sleep.
    Awaiting a new day for hype dreams.

    Now he is grown.
    Standing in front of a mirror by the panel emilinksNG door
    He sees a man.
    withered by life’s stormy weather.
    Shattered hearts,not by the love of a mother.
    Dreams are dotted with maybes
    Hopes are for those in the cradles.
    He manages a smirk through his manelike beards.
    He couldn’t help but wonder
    What a vicious beast he has become.
    Same can be said for the transformation of plain wood to the beautiful quality and reliable door

  105. Uche

    August 14, 2016 at 3:28 pm

    #Emilinks#Mydoodstory. Walking through my door every morning assures me of a fresh opportunity to right my wrongs of yesterday and achieve success on failed targets. Coming back home and walking through the door yet again gives me a sigh of relief that I am making progress.

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