“Life, in its very natural form, sometimes so unpredictable, unfathomable, formless and even lifeless! All life’s feelings; happiness, excitement, Eye sores, violence, embarrassment and all other man’s feelings are nothing more than the way the subject and receiver perceive them. If only we interpreted everything differently – positively!” – Me, January 7, 2022 Today, the … Continue reading Conception
This was the very first poem I wrote and it was a long time ago. I have improved though but I still think I can pass a message across. enjoy! It’s forbidden! Of every tree you can eat But let that one remain Else they’ll bury your remains But I felt a sudden curiosity I … Continue reading How I died…
Are you running? If not Why are you not? You should start running now Everywhere in the town For Proverbs 28:1 says That sinners run away Even when no one is chasing them And Romans 3:23 says For all have sinned And fall short of glory of God So you have sinned You have committed … Continue reading Are You Running?
Stung from recumbence, By the obvious vicissitudes, Beheld by my eyes; tales unexpected: Heralding trembling, great trepidation, I took to my heels – The things that my heart has heard; So now to scribe in gold. Then I thought, then I reflected, Life! Oh Life! What is in thee? That – Today we are, tomorrow … Continue reading A Viator’s Rhapsody
Tuesday went like a breeze, a stinking breeze. I didn’t want it to end, because I wanted to keep Wednesday at bay as long as possible. Talk about stilling time. I was again a toddler balking at waking up on the first day of school. I’d grown up independent, which served me well in the … Continue reading Sin 24
I braced myself for the scream I knew was coming. I heard the gate squeak when the maid came in, as she did every morning. My immediate concern now was how to act surprised, pretend the reason for her scream was novel to me, to lie that the redness in my eyes was from sleep … Continue reading Forgive Me Please.
When the faculty director called you into his office, it wasn’t to chum up. Professor Tayo Banks never called you into his office unless something was amiss. You didn’t have to tremble with fear; you just needed to be concerned and on the lookout. As I entered his office, I tried not to appear … Continue reading Sin 23
The first fifteen minutes, I recounted the incident and events surrounding it, glossing over parts I didn’t think mattered and keeping away parts that breached confidentiality. He would need as much information as was possible if he was going to defend me. Soon more details were bound to emerge. Litigation always had ways of unearthing … Continue reading Sin 22
The most depressing weekend ended and the crappiest week began with an unexpected call on the dot of eight. I was walking into my office on Monday morning when the phone buzzed. It was Prisca Braithwaite. “Good morning, sir.” “Yes?” Indignation flooded me. “I want to apologise, Doctor Mala, about Friday night. I’m truly, … Continue reading Sin 21
I don’t know how I managed to keep sane in the few minutes it took to drive to Prisca’s apartment and watch her get out. She didn’t utter a word. I didn’t even breathe or look in her direction. I had never known that lethal mix of anger and frustration before. The rain let up … Continue reading Sin 20
She was at the edge of the lake, naked. Spurred on by my approach, she beckoned me with a finger, a drenched siren luring a hapless sailor to his destruction. Reaching her, I grabbed her by the hair. “You asked for trouble and now you are going to get it.” Her response was simple. “Give … Continue reading Sin 19
Thirty seconds. I waited, counting the slow tick of the black second hand of a clock on the wall across from the room. It was slow and tortuous. I waited another thirty seconds. Desire spiked through me like a hot spear. I heard blood rushing in my ears. My heartbeat was out of control. When … Continue reading Sin 18
Talk of the devil, and Prisca appeared before my eyes! It had been only minutes since she called, but I had been too distracted—no, disconcerted was more to the point—to notice the passage of time. My butt was still firmly planted in my seat at LuckPot, and she was walking in like the Jezebel who … Continue reading Sin 17
The zing was never meant to last, and it didn’t. It peaked at the start of the following week and diminished as the week wore on. As weekend drew in, it was ready to be buried. The truth was simple and shameful. I missed the Poor Little Bitch, I coveted the vivacity with which she … Continue reading Sin 16
In spite of my turmoil, the week promised to be nice. The adjective was lame, but it would do. I tamped down my frustration, enough to communicate without screaming whenever Prisca visited. As the week ran out, so did her desire and my frustrated longing. Cecilia Braithwaite dropped in toward the weekend to hear good … Continue reading Sin 15