If you missed Episode 2, read it here ****** In the other room, a man – in his mid-sixties – was observing all that was happening through the screen of a television set. Apparently, the room where Imelda was kept had been fitted with hidden cameras, she was being monitored. Dr. Richard entered the room … Continue reading The Hiding place – Episode 3 of 3
If you missed Episode 1, read it here ******** The door opened slowly, revealing a friendly face. As Dr. Richard greeted her with a smile, she immediately remembered that she was in a hospital. “Doctor, why am I still here?” Dr. Richard offered her a few slices of sandwiches and some fruit juice, then he … Continue reading The Hiding Place – Episode 2 of 3
Imelda closed her eyes hoping that she would reopen them in a more pleasurable reality. She counted one, two, and three underneath her breath, then slowly opened her eyes to realize that nothing had changed. She was still held against her will inside a small room with white walls and ceiling. At one corner was … Continue reading The Hiding Place – Episode 1
Breaking up is never easy and people react in different ways. Some turn to drinking others turn to drugs. I wrote a note, please pass it on. Dear Luci, I am tired of trying to make this relationship work. In the last couple of months I have given this relationship my best. I was … Continue reading Dear Luci
I stopped looking at Him just long enough to be aware of the raging sea and the rising storm. Then i stopped trusting and started to fear. I couldn’t remember what His face looked like; couldn’t remember who He was or what He could do- I was fixated on the storm. That was when i … Continue reading Save Me
Last night, I had the most wonderful idea. It was like when Edison discovered the light bulb, I was so excited I literally ran home. I had a very good idea of what happened when a person drove under the influence of alcohol. Such a person could drive into a stationary vehicle or worse. I … Continue reading I am so wasted !
“Everybody abeg come down for inside the moto, it have spoil” The bus conductor announced in a husky Yoruba accent, I couldn’t help but notice his pitch black lips and his blood shot eyes, and I could almost swear that I perceived weed each time he opened his mouth. “Oya conductor, give us our moni” … Continue reading I Hear Voices
A while back, I received a text message that humbled me and changed me in many ways. Although it was a response to a message I had sent, it was straight from the heart and a lesson I will never forget. For some reason I was inspired to pick up my phone, scroll … Continue reading Be Nice!
Most children go to God with series of prayer requests, asking for toys, clothes and many other things. But, for many years, I had just one prayer request, ‘God deliver me from my father’ My mother was my angel but she had one fundamental flaw -She was long suffering, too long suffering and very … Continue reading Whisperers Part 1 of 4