When was the last time you seduced him?

What you sow, you will reap.

When was the last time you bought him a gift?

Your heart is where your money goes.

When was the last time you said a prayer for him?

Spiritual births the physical.

When was the last time you were ‘his helper’?

You’re not his mum, we know!

Values are changing. Gender roles too. Love seems to be a luxury, and sex (from the perspective of both sexes) is seen as a commodity. Tragic.

What was taboo, is now brazen. Most wear their hearts on their sleeves. Drug use is common and is considered proof of belonging.

My point is that the world is evolving faster than you think. The system has little for you.

What you need is inside of you. And since you cannot go far alone, your partner may be all that have.

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Prophet (Dr.) Abi’ Samuel

(Thank you R. O for letting me do this. May you always have parables to tell.)

I have never deceived myself. I think that that is the worst sort of deception, when you lie to yourself.

My name is Prophet (Dr.) Abi’ Samuel. I shepherd a flock of about three hundred and fifty souls in the capital city of Abuja.My ministry is called, “See His Glory International Ministry”.

I am not your regular pastor. I was not ‘called’ into the ministry, I chose the ‘call’.

Why?

Simple… It was either this or the Nigerian police. Jobs were scarce back then. I was raised by liberal catholics. I was always religious.

My decision was ordained. (trying to keep things Biblical hehehe…)

As with any entrepreneurial venture, I encountered teething problems. I was in dire need of parishioners. Unfortunately for me, they were all in other people’s churches.

I was stranded around the same time in a popular north-central state. I was passing through the state on a journey. Car problems arose and the driver practically bailed on us.

One of my fellow passengers was a middle-aged gentleman who was from that state. He was helpful but hard up. By the time he got me to a motel, it was midnight and I knew that he had nowhere to go.

Contrary to my nature, I shared my room with a total stranger. In a strange land.

He was appreciative in the morning. He told me that he was a priest. His lineage were those chosen by a river goddess to serve. They were the oracles, diviners, servants and custodians of that marine deity.

I told him that I was a struggling pastor. I was honest. It was only a business for me. But at least I would not be a menace to society.

I was actually going to preach and encourage holiness, but get rich in the process.

He nodded objectively and suggested that I visit his shrine. He said that the only way he could thank me was to help me see ‘his mother’.

There was something deep about that man. And so I went with him.

He got us to a secluded bank by a river. He had me follow him across waist-deep water into a sandy enclosure. It was like a tiny island hidden from view.

I noticed artifacts and effigies that depicted the image of the river goddess.

The place was clustered with sacrifices of fresh food and fruit.

Dead and dying livestock and premium aromatic schnapps.

He changed into a white wrapper and donned his regalia.

He had me wrap one of those white cotton wrappers about my loins and then he showed me a chest-high lake of brackish water.

His mother was waiting for me he said.

As of that point in my life, I had nothing. Fortune they say, favors the brave. And so I stepped into the rather ominous-looking pool.

I saw and heard things. The deity is real. She told me when I was going to die. She told me my entire life story. She was not wrong about anything she said to me.

She offered me power. She offered me charisma, wealth and fame.

All I had to do was to have sex with her regularly. She said that she was not jealous, but I could never tell another woman that I loved her. She said that would visit me at least once a week. Wherever I was in the world.

I was tired of poverty. Besides I had heard that most men of God got power from the devil. They were rumored to use juju to perform miracles.

I made love to the goddess.

She was pleased.

Over time I learned more about my goddess. For one thing, no woman was allowed to spend the night in any bed I was in. Even my wife. We had separate bedrooms.

Those unfortunate to have been caught in bed with me were tormented with nightmares, bloody scratch marks and sometimes suffered a supernatural beat down.

My church grew. Top government ministers started attending my services. Within a few years, I had branches all over the world.

God’s work spread through my ministry. I am on television and radio everyday. I am revered and respected. Life is good and the ministry is doing well.

Part of what the water goddess wanted was for me have sex with as many women as I could. She helped me understand that that was the best way to keep my powers. The more sex I had, the easier it was to perform the miraculous.

I heal many people. Hundreds in fact. I have raised the dead. Opened blind eyes. I really do these things. People ‘sow’ millions of Naira in appreciation for the miracles I perform.

Part of what the river goddess told me is that I would not only die old, but severely diseased and blind. This is not how I want to die.So I agreed to transition at the age of forty one years old.

I would die suddenly at the height of my ministry. I was set to go out when the ovation was loudest.

The only way to ensure that I died at that age was to pass the disease and blindness to other people by way of oral sex.

Though I lost a few years, but those are years of sickness and suffering. These women would either die early and their destinies used to propel mine upward and forward.

They usually died soon after or passed the scourge on in fractions to other sex partners. Extending their lives by a few months or years.

I like it when they give me oral sex.

I like it when they swallow.

Whoever she is…

Swallow my child…

Palava…

Why man and woman matter serious?

Na just one habit dey bring problem,

When you operate ‘me’ instead of ‘us’

Na there love dey begin condemn.

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Reason this man and woman matter

Na selfishness dey bring palava

If you no dey involve ya partner

E no go tay, una go soon scatter.

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Man and woman hear my voice

Love na conscious decision

Loyalty and fidelity na ya choice

You go choose friction abi passion?

Status Quo

Your words were lies

Consequently mine be silent hereafter

As I wade the streams of your untruth

I drown, bogged down by silence.

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Now shall I begin to lie to you

In words, deeds and intent

Your stream doth birth a deluge

You will drown, deep into my abyss.

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Their bodies were recovered

Both aphyxiated by untruths

In resuscitation they did cough up lies

Their saviors fortunately knew truths.

Brother’s Keeper

I am of the opinion that my sister is a cow.

A very cow-ey cow at that.

Hi.

How are you doing today?

Enough pleasantries exchanged… To my matter…

Said sister arrived the country with her family in tow for the Easter holidays. It was great seeing her again.

She and her family of course, but we were raised in a small family of four. I am her only brother. She is my only sister.

At least to the best of my knowledge. Who knows?

Anyways…

At some point she offered me a raggedy clock. It was poorly packaged in its crumpled original box.

I am not materialistic by any means, but this

“Babes (our pet name for each other), it’s a ‘spy cam’. For keeping tabs on ish innit?”

Her British accent amuses me thoroughly.

She finds my American accent ridiculous.

We jointly blame our parents for the dilemma.

My girlfriend and I did not have kids yet. We have been together for about four years. I wanted kids. She said she did too. But we have none yet.

Busy body! Tattletale!! Happy now?! I know what you are thinking. Yes you!

Babes did not like my girlfriend much. I do not like her husband much either. So no worries there.

I say the above because the only ‘ish I had to keep tabs on’ would be my girlfriend … My sister is a cow walahi!

For lack of a better location, I placed the ugly time piece on a cabinet opposite a wash hand sink in our shared bathroom. That way, I could honestly tell my beloved cow that her Trojan horse was in use.

Babes helped me set up the contraption so I could look in on the live feed from my tablet. It was a cool toy, but my girlfriend and I live a boring life. There was nothing to see.

Since my sister et al were billed to spend about a fortnight in my home, I found it expedient to hire a man-Friday of sorts. Someone to help with coals for the grill, lifting up heavy stuff, a bit of driving… That sort of thing.

I contacted a popular ‘Nannies and Household Help’ company and a young man was sent over.

I introduced him to my immediate and extended family. My sister did not like him at all… Which was not an issue… I mean do you ever ask beef if it wants to be eaten? Or a cow how it feels about being slaughtered? Forget my sister!

My girlfriend appeared indifferent to his presence.

The only man my mom can see is my dad. Does not matter that he has been dead for a while now. She still sees him and manages to have short conversations with him.

Shake. My. Head.

Family!

Right?!

Holidays went by blissfully. Nothing life-threatening or bad.

My sister and her family returned to the United Kingdom. The ad hoc staff was retained for one extra day to help clean up. He was to work 9 to 5. I left for my place of business at about 1 pm.

There was not a lot to do at my office. Business was still in holiday mode generally, so I ended up watching documentaries via Netflix on my tablet.

On a whim I brought up the hidden camera.

My girlfriend was in the bathroom top less. She was trying to hold up her hair with some pins. Some of the pins were sticking out of her mouth.

My woman is quite busty and I found spying on her at that point in time quite erotic.

Every time she lifted up her elbows to get her hands to her hair, her firm and heavy bosom would jut out enticingly… Mmmmmm…

Busy body! Tattletale!! Happy now?! I know what you are thinking. Yes you!

So you can imagine how and why my boner deflated when a man suddenly walked into the bathroom and cupped my/her breasts from behind and started nuzzling the side of her neck.

The feed was video only. So I could not hear what was said. Or any sound.

She however spun around and shoved him…

He looked to be placating her… She threw a slap at him that fell short…

He was quick, that was why she missed. He tweaked her nipple and one boob laughing…

I immediately barked at Siri, and my girlfriends phone started to ring. Her phone was perched on an unoccupied soap holder, I could see it ring. She looked at the phone and hesitated… She said something to him and he walked out.

She did not pick up.

She did not return the call for the next fifteen minutes.

He did not return to the bathroom.

She however locked the bathroom door, collapsed sitting with her back to the door and cried.

As soon as she locked the bathroom door, I picked up my phone and called in a few favors. Then watched her for another thirteen odd minutes before I logged off.

I leaned back and replayed what I had just watched in my head. I replayed the clip mentally about a hundred times.

I pondered. I thought. A lot.

About two hours later, I locked up and went home.

She was alone. She was bleary-eyed. She was moody.

I casually asked what the matter was. To which she mumbled, “nothing baby”.

I asked her four more times over the space of three hours.

She maintained her stand.

At about eleven pm, she came up behind me and got me all worked up. I was in the den channel-surfing. She proceeded to straddle me and sensually bring us both to an above average ‘happy ending’.

Then she French kissed me and said ‘goodnight’.

My phone rang at about 11:55pm. My favors had been granted. I dressed up and drove to a destination at the outskirts of town. It was in an industrial layout. I own nine warehouses there.

My ‘friends’ were waiting for me there.

They had the man from my house tied to a chair.

I knew that he was ‘the man from the video’. But I was aghast when they told me that he was my man-Friday.

I was shocked not because he was my employee, but because of the damage he had suffered to his face. He was unrecognizable!

He had not just been beaten up. He had been systematically mangled.

Over the course of his malicious manhandling, he had confessed that he used to date my girlfriend. It had been a sexual relationship many years ago.

His posting to my house was a mere coincidence. He was as surprised as she must have been. He said that he became pleasantly surprised when he still had his job the next day.

He said that he mistook her silence for the possibility of rekindling their romance.

He said that he was sorry. But that he had only ‘tried his luck’. And that ‘nothing happened’.

He was telling the truth of course.

I am also telling the truth when I say that he was murdered that morning by my ‘friends’.

I am also telling the truth when I say that my girlfriend died ten days later.

On the day that she died, I requested that she pack up and leave. When she asked why, I told her.

My issue was simple… I could not trust her anymore.

I am the sort of character that you do not need as an enemy. But now she scared even me.

After I communicated my fears and my decision. She got up and packed without a word.

She dutifully packed up all of four years of living together in about eight hours and left.

She took her own life outside my environs that same day.

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Verily, verily I say unto you; my sister is a cow!

A cow in whom I am well pleased.

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{“Say something I’m giving up on you…”}

I played that song incessantly for you…

Till the very end though, you could not fellowship or communicate… with me…

Rip Jacqueline …

Hey Baby…

It has come to my attention that we have outlived any usefulness between us.

It would seem that anytime you withheld sex or I money, we became bereft of agenda. And activity.

I am far from perfect, I know. But it is my opinion that there are things that you need to hear. Things concerning your character that have brought us to this point in our journey.

These words that you need to hear however, shall not be heard through my lips. I transfer the burden to any other man. One who is braver than I.

We were a glaring miracle. Then we had beautiful magic. But it is my prayer that we part without excitement.

I feel… Nothing…

So the usual deluge of your tears, manipulations, aggression and threats… will not…

You. Killed. Us.

I know…, I know… “men are scum!” aye?

Sigh…

I wish you the best.

Goodbye ma’am.

Here & Now

Lovemaking or sex

In Abu Dhabi or Zanzibar

Half a dozen; or six

We are what we are.

°°°°°°°

We are deeper than sorrow

What we do has no cure

Love we cannot disavow

No one will ever love you more.

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Sit on your throne Khaleesi

I; I am, decrees it

Lo… We are growing within thee

We are perfect; we are complete.

“““`

Lovemaking or sex

In Maui or Libya

Half a dozen; or six

We are what we are.