Mya I feel nothing. Watching them both stammer and stutter is epically underwhelming. My best friend and my fiance. Edit that, an acquaintance and my mistake. You see after a series of convoluted events, this ill bred scoundrel confessed to having slept with my best friend several times. She denied it of course. Despite the … Continue reading Life After Death
(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 … Continue reading Prophet (Dr.) Abi’ Samuel
Hmmmm....(in a Nigerian accent) I do not know where to begin this story from. But indeed I must. As is common in my religion, the first few days, weeks and /or months of a year are dedicated to fasting and prayer. Yours truly did partake thereof these holy rites. The fasts end by six in … Continue reading My 2019!
Do not read this story out loud at night. Do not read this story in front of a mirror. Do not. Never ever. Do these two things at the same time. The first time it happened, I was about five years old. My mother was out of town I think. We were left with her … Continue reading WANTED: A SOUL.
Have you ever seen someone die? Random stranger? A loved one? I mean in real time, right before your eyes? I saw my husband die. It is not pleasant. Especially when they die by a knife. The look... That realization that they are dying. The shock. The disbelief. The insecurities show in those final moments... … Continue reading Till Death Do Us Part…
It is not in my place to ask him questions. I do not ask because I should not. He recently contracted my chambers as his attorney for LIFE. As long as he is not breaking any law, I will keep my peace. But we all know that he returned from Arinta Waterfalls a different man. … Continue reading Arinta’s Guardian
At least the Indian guy had decorum. Raju or whatever my husband calls him. The other one, Goody, or whatever her name is was just plain getting on my nerves! They were both seated behind in my car. We were behind the Toyota Hiace bus #backpackersabuja had chartered to convey the rowdy bunch to some … Continue reading The Ruckus At Erin-Ijesha
El - fgifu:- (El - ghi - foo) "... Latini\nized form of Ælfgifu, an Old English name derived from ælf "elf" + giefu "gift", or/and Æðelgifu, from æðel "noble" + giefu "gift". This was the name of the first wife of the English king Æðelræd (Ethelred) II... " #Nameberry.com "... The Ikogosi Warm Springs is … Continue reading Ælfgifu and the Charm of Sango
We had been quarreling for a while now. Every little thing seemed to set us off. We were fighting ninety percent of the time these days. Deola was starting to look like a good replacement.. Deola... Ah... 'Dee' as I loved to call her. Buxom. Nubian beauty. Bold and forthright. She had been hitting on … Continue reading The Day She Died…
"Veni veni, Emmanuel captivum solve Israel, qui gemit in exsilio, privatus Dei Filio. Gaude! Gaude! Emmanuel, nascetur pro te Israel!" I do not think that there are many of us left. I am afraid I may be the last one. Lore, strange truths were whispered in my ears from birth. From lips I never saw. … Continue reading Serti Takum