Slip of tongue

“Can you come up with another 50 word story?” she said…….”it spell challenge” she added.

Well, this is me, taking up the challenge…

I hope she likes it… (she knows herself, and she had better be the first to comment…)


“Marry me Jennifer” the words rolled off his tongue, as he held her hands across the table and stared into her smiling eyes.

In a flash, the smile vanished and her eyes narrowed into slits.

“I am Sade, you lying and cheating bastard!” she screamed and stormed out the restaurant.


so, what do you think?

Howling Storms

It is past eleven in the night. I stretch and yawn and look away from my computer screen. There is a familiar tug at my heart. A yearning, a hunger, and I know what it means.

I miss Him.

I kneel down and bow my head. It is been three days since I last said a prayer. I wonder why God would even bother with such an unserious fellow like me. I know I wouldn’t take me serious.

I pause. What do I want this time? I want so many things; I want to be famous, I want to be known for something, I want to be somebody in life. My greatest fear is that I would be a nobody and be ordinary. I fear that I would die a nameless person…

….who will be missed by friends and family

‘Yeah right, like that is all that matters.’ I think to myself ‘It is not enough to occupy space and have mass, nor be a good person. What is really important is impact. Value. Influence.’

I want that. Scratch that, I need that.

“Dear God” I say and pause.

‘Relax’ I say to myself, ‘All you ever do is ask and whine about this and that. You always focus on what you want or need, where you want to be and how you aren’t fortunate enough and circumstances don’t favor you. Take a few minutes and do focus on what you have, the people that think you are amazing and the things that make you happy’

“Father, I just want to thank you for all you have done and all that You are. I thank you for the way you created me and all that You have deposited in me. For all the ways it could have turned out wrong and all the ways You have made it right, I thank You”

The words roll of my tongue and I am having a good time praising God.

‘You do know what this means right?’ my mind whispers ‘There is a storm coming’

A storm. I know what it means all too well. A personal failing, a dent on my character, another chunk yanked off the minuscule integrity I have left. Soon, I will be left bereft of any iota of integrity; they will be all gone and I would cease to be. Alive, yes, but a living dead.

“Have mercy on me o God” I cry, all trace of mirth gone. “Hide me under your wings till the evil is gone”

I pray with all the energy I have in me. I have made so many bad choices and still live with the consequences. I do not want to make any more bad choices and it seems that is all I do these days. Ironically, those bad days come when I think I have prayed up and in the right frame of mind and right with God. Those are times when I make the biggest mistakes. It has happened repeatedly that I have refrained from praying. At least not regularly.

‘What makes you think you can just badge into God’s presence and make demands?’ my mind taunts.

Because you know My name

The voice was soft and gentle but it creates a ripple of emotions. It was totally unexpected and it was accompanied by a calmness, a relief of tension and a surge of hope. Then there is disbelief, did I really hear Him? Or was I so desperate for comfort that I assumed I heard something?

I couldn’t be sure. I was Peter, outside the safety of the boat- which though was being tossed by the wind was a sure hold- but far away from Jesus and surrounded by the howling winds and uproarious sea. It was overwhelming, and I could feel myself sinking, just like Peter, even though I had heard His word.

“Yes Lord, I know your name, you are Jehovah. You are my savior, save me” I plead

“Save me” I say in a whisper of desperation “save me, please Lord”. I do not know what more to say, fear has made me weak and in trepidation. I could already see myself in the deep dark dungeon. “Save me, oh God” it was a desperate attempt at clutching to life, holding on to life. The life of God.

Because you know My name, I will help you, I will deliver you

It is settled. The storm is calm and all fear is dissipated.

I can breathe easy, and this I do, taking a deep breath, holding it and exhaling slowly, allowing the tension to ease out with each expired air.

I stand up and go to bed. One thought escorts me on my journey to dreamland

I know His name.



Author’s note: Do you know His name? The storms of life only answers to His word, spoken only in response to those who call on His name.

Running Wild

Running into the light

Away from the dark night

Away from the realm of fright;

A place where shadows are a blight

And where all things are bright;

Where beauty is the heart’s delight

And where ugliness in its slight

Cannot be found; there is no fight

Nor pain, no panic nor the sleight

Of hand that fate tricks the sight

With. Climbing upwards to a height

Far above limitations; taking flight

And soaring, wild and free.



“Gloomie is just the next post away”

“I can bet on it” she says

But no, we aren’t going that way

The sun is out and we are out to play

We are dancing in the hay

To the melodies of our hearts we sway.


“Just watch out for this space”

She says, with a smirk on her face

And when she comes reading at a fast pace

Racing to the end, looking for the coup de grace

And finding none, wonders if she is in the wrong place

Because of gloom, she finds not a trace.


Aha! You can beat your chest you say

Pray tell, what happened to gloom that has come to stay?

I am talking to you, don’t walk away!









Let me sing you a song,

A lullaby;

To aid your travel through

The night, in the realm of


Let me make the nightmares

Melt, like wax before the flame

And build you a castle of

Sweet dreams, full of love,

Light, peace and hearty laughter.

Let me sing you a song,

A love song;

Full of promises and sweet

Nothings to send you to a place

Of meadows and gurgling streams

And lilies and orchids;

And a gentle breeze to soothe your

Nerves and calm your fears.

Come, lie down and close your eyes

Follow the sound of my voice

As my hands run through your hair;

Relax and let go

Sweet dreams await.



Author’s comment: Yemie, see? Happy Dappy! no gloomie…

Museum of failed love

You walked away, rushing off

Skipping happily, not looking back

To see how distraught you have left me.

You loved me once, gushing on

How you can never forget

How you will always cherish

The bond that bound us

How fickle the human mind!

Friendship so callously thrown out

Trampled upon and spited!

Alas! I am the fool,

Holding on to words that

Died before it was birthed

Empty shells, hollow promises!

Whatever have I done?

Loved unconditionally, freely

And holding nothing back?

Or is my sap sour now,

No longer sweetness to your tongue?

And like the flirty butterfly

You have moved on to another flower

To suck of its nectar.

Your scent lingers, nostalgic whiff

Relics of a golden era

Collections of enviable friendship

Stored in the museum of

Failed love.


Midnight Summer Love

Out in the open we lay,

On a bed of mosses,

Under the blanket of the starry sky,

With folded hands for a pillow

And the symphony of nature for music.

There with the full moon presiding,

We sealed our love with a kiss,

In the presence of a thousand fireflies,

Cheered by the hoots of owls

And the harmonious melody of the cicadas.

We held hands and sighed contentedly

As Polaris winked at us,

Nodding her approval alongside the

Whole constellation of Ursa Minor.

Two decades later, I still go back there, in my mind,

Walking the exact path and breathing the same air;

Feeling the same rush of emotions and the hope

Of a blossoming love, breathtaking even in its early bloom

And holding the promise of something beyond wonderful

In the coming years, and I wonder

What happened to that blissful dream of the night,

And how the blossom of love was nipped in the bud.

The Rapture

Walking on the waves

Out in the wide ocean,

The seas roars,

The sharks open their jaws wide;

The waves undulates,

The storm rages,

Death beckons in the depths;

One step at a time, I am taking,

One foot in front of the other,

Walking on the waves!


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Guilty Pleasures 6

He watched the woman sleeping beside him, snoring lightly and her legs inter-twined with his. She looked beautiful and peaceful. He reached out and tucked a stray tendril of hair from her face and couldn’t resist trailing a hand to her ample bosom and flickering her nipples.

He could feel blood rushing down towards his member and he sighed. He wanted more, much more than he could hope to get from her. She was wired that way and he could live with it.

Up until three months ago.

An accidental kiss, sparks turning into a roaring inferno of need and a furnace of pure desire kindled. A fire that threatens to burn them both. Each encounter leaves them spent, exhausted and yet wanting more. It was sweet, scary and confusing. He felt guilty about it but not enough to not wait with bated breath for the next encounter.

His wife stirred and huddled closer, wrapping her arm around him. He sighed again. He could not believe that it was him doing this, lying down in bed with his wife and thinking of another. Never in a thousand years would he have predicted what was happening to him. He could barely recognize this new person he had turned to.

His phone vibrated, interrupting his ruminations and he reached for it.

“I am missing you” the message read

He sucked in air and stole a quick glance at his wife.

“I need you inside me” another message entered.

He was hot all over and his heart raced. She was brazen and oh so wanton, and that made her irresistible. She also knew how to make him feel alive. She wanted him and that made him feel good. She made him feel sexy, desirable and wanton.

The way her hands moves over his chest drives him wild with delight, a touch that speaks of need, desire and adoration of his body. The urgency with which she devours him while clinging so tightly to him, molding her body to his always gives an intoxicating feeling. He craved her touch in that instant and felt an intense ache in his loins at the mere remembrance of it.

‘’how do we see?” he typed, already getting up from bed and moving towards the bathroom.

“Come get me”

“See you soon”

“Don’t be long, I am already wet”



Drowning in the Depths

There is a hole

Where my heart used to be;

There is a buzz in my ears

Like the droning of bees

Asking in a voice filled with tears

How long till I am whole?


There is a longing

Deep within, an unease,

Elusive and ill-defined;

A sore that is festering,

An ache that seize

The peace of mind.


There is a darkness,

Thick as a blanket,

Cold as ice,

Wrapping its icy hands

Around me; I am breathless

Alone in the dark basement.


There is a pain,

Dull and throbbing,

Hidden behind smiles;

That waxes and wanes,

Rising and ebbing,

Like the ocean tides.


There is only despair,

A sturdy friend, ever present

As I drown in the depths;

And then there are moments

When I come up for air

Fighting to take a couple breaths.


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