Hopes and desires are stimulants,
They are positioned over the existing ignitions of time,
With beings brimming of light
They twang the apocalypse leading on relentlessly,
Mankind unto fate obscure.
Divinefavourmary ❤
Hopes and desires are stimulants,
They are positioned over the existing ignitions of time,
With beings brimming of light
They twang the apocalypse leading on relentlessly,
Mankind unto fate obscure.
Divinefavourmary ❤
We are in a world where thorns and pain seems to be our daily bread; where sorrow is like a friend banging on the door, and we have no choice but to open up to it.
It’s a dark world filled with gross darkness, so much that we have to do almost everything with uncertainty.
“What if this is just the end of this strange life?”
Our trust and confidence have been taken for granted numerous times.
When we look back, it’s a big regret of so many wrong decisions we have made due to pressure and fear.
It’s pain in me! It’s pain in you!
It’s pain in us all!
“What if this is just the end of this strange life?”
While we live on, truth is, we have longed died inside of us.
Pain, fear and sorrow have put us in a place worse than the grave itself, a state of depression and confusion, and we count towards a time and a moment when we will finally live life or probably LEAVE THIS LIFE.
“But, What if this is just the end of this strange life we are living?”
Yes! It’s the end of this strange life friend!
A life without God brings all these; a life void of the presence of the Loving Father, full of grace and mercy.
So how about we come to the end of this strange life now,
How about we embrace the One in whom true life and peace dwells.
For strange life is a life outside the Lord,
But TRUE LIFE is one found and established in CHRIST JESUS!
Embrace Jesus now. Receive His true life and cast you cares upon Him!
Shalom
© Precious Wilfred.
Bosom of Christ, the most sweetest place,
Flowing of immortality and life,
Therein souls are clinging unto,
To enjoy eternal life,
You are the fairest of ten thousands.
Life runs in your blood without ceasing,
You are the bread of life,
Therein the apostles ate,
Conquerors are they that taste the life in you.
Through strength from you we triumph,
We are free from the shackles of sin,
Granted power for a holy life,
Your bossom is the most sweetest place.
Divinefavourmary ❤
1 Samuel 17:11 “When Saul and all Israel heard those words of the Philistine, they were dismayed, and greatly afraid.”
1 Samuel 17:37 “David said moreover, The LORD that delivered me out of the paw of the lion, and out of the paw of the bear, he will deliver me out of the hand of this Philistine. And Saul said unto David, Go, and the LORD be with thee.”
1 Samuel 17:43: “And the Philistine said unto David, Am I a dog, that thou comest to me with staves? And the Philistine cursed David by his gods.”
1 Samuel 17:44: “And the Philistine said to David, Come to me, and I will give thy flesh unto the fowls of the air, and to the beasts of the field.”
1 Samuel 17:45 Then said David to the Philistine, Thou comest to me with a sword, and with a spear, and with a shield: but I come to thee in the name of the LORD of hosts, the God of the armies of Israel, whom thou hast defied.
1 Samuel 17:46: “This day will the LORD deliver thee into mine hand; and I will smite thee, and take thine head from thee; and I will give the carcases of the host of the Philistines this day unto the fowls of the air, and to the wild beasts of the earth; that all the earth may know that there is a God in Israel.”
1 Samuel 17:47: “And all this assembly shall know that the LORD saveth not with sword and spear: for the battle is the LORD’s, and he will give you into our hands.”
I was studying Genesis 1, and the Lord began to speak to me some things about the power of words, I desire to use this post as a means to share those lessons the Lord taught me, with you.
When God was about to create this world, He spoke. He said it and it happened. Everything God sought to create, He conceived within, and birthed out through His Word.
Words are powerful. When a sorcerer desires to conjure a powerful charm or release a powerful spell, his most potent weapon is his words.
Spells are nothing more than words released with the accompaniment of a spirit t accomplish a desired task.
The spirit realm is governed by the power of the tongue and even God operates this way. God always speaks before He acts, that’s why there’s something known as Prophecy.
The Art of Speaking is something that even the Saints of old were masters of. They knew how to speak like God even in the toughest of situations.
In 1 Samuel 17, a Philistine Giant named Goliath came to trouble and intimidate Israel.
Goliath wasn’t an ordinary giant, he was a large and powerful one. He was ten feet tall, with the largest of weapons.
The size of his spear tip alone weighed fifteen pounds, his armor weigh a hundred and twenty pounds. He was intimidating in size and stature.
Day and night, he ridiculed the armies of Israel and none of them dared oppose, none but a little shepherd boy.
While everyone hid in cowardice, David walked to the center stage of all where the giant stood and challenged him.
I believe you must known the story before now, but there’s something I want to show you from that event.
When David challenged Goliath, Goliath cursed him and said to him,
1 Samuel 17:44 “Come over here, and I’ll give your flesh to the birds and wild animals!”
For standing up to intimidation, Goliath promised to end David’s life. Some times, God’s people find themselves in such situation.
Intimidated by Giants; political Giants, economic Giants, academic and financial Giants, and when they chose to stand against such intimidation, they’re threatened.
When they refuse to accept such Injustice, they receive real threats to their lives and their businesses.
David faced such a threat, but instead of panicking and speaking out of fear, he spoke out of Faith.
Look at the reply of David,
1 Samuel 17:45 David shouted in reply, “You come to me with sword, spear, and javelin, but I come to you in the name of the Lord Almighty—the God of the armies of Israel, whom you have defied.
1 Samuel 17:46 “Today the Lord will conquer you, and I will kill you and cut off your head. And then I will give the dead bodies of your men to the birds and wild animals, and the whole world will know that there is a God in Israel!”
David never held any sword of matchet with him, yet, he promised to cut off Goliath’s words.
If you read further, you’ll see he did cut Goliath’s head off.
This is the power of the spoken word. When you speak out of Faith, God responds.
God responds to the re-echoing of His word.
He took Ezekiel to the valley of dry bones and commanded Ezekiel to speak, as Ezekiel spoke God’s word, the bones came back to life.
Do not talk based on circumstances, talk based on God’s word.
Don’t talk based on your fear, talk as a man of faith.
Release God’s word into your family and business everyday.
God has promised you so much in his word, it’s time to echo those promises.
Psalm 23:1: “The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want”
We quote this Psalm as a closing benediction, but this was the Confession of a man who had mastered the art of faith speaking.
Mat 17:20 KJV “verily I say unto you, If ye have faith as a grain of mustard seed, ye shall say unto this mountain, Remove hence to yonder place; and it shall remove; and nothing shall be impossible unto you.”
Speak to that mountain facing you!
Could it be sickness? Declare that you are healed by the stripes of the Lord.
Could it be debt, declare that you’re a giver and not a borrower.
Don’t keep silent.
Don’t live in this world casually.
Before studying, speak wisdom and understanding to your mind,
Befor going for that job interview, speak favor unto it.
At first, it might seem to be a waste of time, but the more you speak with faith, the more potent your words become.
Here are some Bible promises from God to you, declare them daily
Psalms 27:2 “When evil people come to destroy me, when my enemies and foes attack me, they will stumble and fall.”
Psalms 18:2: “The Lord is my rock, my fortress, and my savior; my God is my rock, in whom I find protection. He is my shield, the rock of my salvation, and my stronghold.”
Psalms 1:3: “They are like trees planted along the riverbank, bearing fruit each season without fail. Their leaves never wither, and in all they do, they prosper.”
God bless you!

One of the great qualities a of Medical doctor is that he pays absolute attention to his medical books.
Whatever he sees in the Book, he practices in the Theater, whatever he sees in the theater, he goes back to study in his books.
The same with a law student. A Law Student does not joke with his books because he knows his success is tied to the knowledge he gains and practices from them.
Do you know that Christianity is far greater than these professions. Paul referred to Christianity as a ‘high calling’.
It is being called out of the world to have a relationship with God. Everything you ever need to succeed as a Christian is in a Book.
That book is called the Bible. The Bible is God’s manual to us on how to succeed even in the midst of darkness and enemies. It is one of the commonest, yet, neglected books.
Take a stroll within your church hall after the Sunday service and you’ll observe several Bibles littered on the ground, neglected by their owners. This shows the value that they place on their Bible.
The Bible is God’s letter to Believers. The Epistles of Paul, Peter and the Apostles are not really their Epistles, they’re simply the Epistles of God written to His Church through those men.
Neglecting your Bible is the same as neglecting the voice of God. This is because the Bible came as a result of God speaking to men.
God said to Joshua, ‘…. Ye shall meditate therein day and night, for it, thou shalt obtain good success’
God was telling Joshua, if you want to be successful, meditate on my word, that is the textbook for success in this Kingdom.
In turbulent times like this, the media is throwing poisonous diets to us through their news. They’re ever reporting news of death, tragedies going on around the world.
If you’re not careful, these things can cause weeds to grow within you and choke up your faith. Instead of giving yourself to negative news, why not give yourself to God’s own News.
Hallelujah!
The Media calls theirs, News Feed,
Well, after getting their News Feed, make sure you flush it out of your system and take in God’s own News Feed, the Bible. Every day with the Bible offers new information, new Instruction, new insight that has never been seen before.
Update your spirit with God’s Word. Hold onto it. Let God’s word become more real to you than even your situation.
Everything you’re going through has already been spoken about through His Word, it’s left for you to search it out and believe in it.
Act 27:25: “(Paul speaking) Wherefore, sirs, be of good cheer: for I believe God, that it shall be even as it was told me.”
Paul was in a ship being taken on a journey. But on the way to their destination, a severe storm began. It was thunderous and frightening.
The men in the ship with Paul began to panic. From the look of things, they were going to lose both their properties and their lives. But at night, the Angel of the Lord appeared to Paul and gave Him a Word from the Lord saying, ‘Neither you nor the men with you shall lose their lives’.
This is a tough season for many, we’ve never had deaths like this in history. Here in Nigeria, death is becoming like a trend. In the US, Covid deaths keep getting higher. This is like a storm; a storm so frightening, that it seems we might all be destroyed in it.
You might have lost a loved one to it, and you’re wondering whether you’re next, do not be afraid. God has said in His word that He will shield you from the arrows that flies by day and the plagues at night (Psalm 91).
Like Paul, declare, ‘It shall be even as I was told’.
Believe that this situation shall end up as God promised in His Word.
In all, get addicted to God’s word, feed on God’s promises, hold onto them as an anchor, and in time, you’ll pass through this storm Hale, hearty and more stronger than ever.
God Bless You!
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Old age comes with weakness and frail mind
A time between adulthood and death.
When old age creeps on me
When wrinkles appears on my face,
When All my hair turns gray,
When life’s candle goes gloom,
When my eyes grow dim…
I will keep glancing
Never retiring but refiring.
Stretching forth my hands to finishing domestics work,
Rendering more service to the creator,
Telling life tales to younger ones, and also
Thinking positively the rest of my life with optimism.
I shall embrace you without fear
Because my adolescence and adulthood shall have been Worthily spent.
Come, the late dawn.
*Nkemjoy*🌹
Her kids used the door on her that very day. She said, “You have to choose: me or your father.” Their answer was not the reality she anticipated. Her two boys, Jason and Lance, turned their backs on her, stepped outside the house, and started for the gate. Their father; her ex husband; was waiting in the car outside. Last week, the final process for the divorce was made and she felt a great victory and also a great loss.

She was wearing her victory colour; white, throughout the entire week as a slur to everyone who knew about Victor and her.
During her university days, Victor was a really great guy. With his slouchy buzz cut, his signature oversized beige jacket, half-dead sandals, and his bright brown eyes. Those eyes were all she could think about back in the day. She would blank out from the Banking and Finance textbook before her and picture his face barely inches away from hers. She would bite her lower lip and imagine Victor’s lips on hers, wondering what it would taste like. She had not kissed before. It wasn’t something she projected as a must-do. But since Victor popped into her life it was all she could think about.
He was a Mechanical Engineering major when they met but he later changed his course due to his low examination scores. Victor wasn’t as smart as he talked and she never cared to realise that at the time. He was her first. She gave him her all without a worry in her heart, and he trained, harnessed, caressed, and nurtured her nakedness in ways she don’t think anybody would understand. Her friends and her parents knew when she started coitus because it showed in her body and in her grades. She worshipped Victor enough to not give a damn about her parent’s warnings when she decided to leave the school hostel and start living with Victor in his off-campus apartment. To her, it was the best adult decision she ever made at that point. To be with the man she cherished to the death of her everyday and have amazing body splooges was nothing more than a fantasy. But here she was, though in a heat with her parents and cut-off from her social circle, with HER man. She wouldn’t leave Victor for the world.
To everyone’s greatest surprise, they lived quite well; She and Victor. The power couple; The talk of the campus; the loquaciously obnoxious phony and the love-struck and clueless geek. They worked the remaining two years out and they graduated. She landed a job immediately after her graduation. It was the jump-start she needed to help her and the man she was still very much in love with and who, she doubted at the time, could do no wrong in her eyes. Victor graduated with a pass. He wasn’t as excited about the real world as she was; it was easy to read from his eyes and body. She knew these things.
Time ran so fast and she didn’t know when she missed her period, lost the baby, grieved, got pregnant again, lost her job, took online classes and got a better job, bought a house, moved in, put to bed, and was celebrating Jason’s fifth birthday in their front yard with all of Victor’s Real Estate colleagues and her social media advertisers. She and Victor decided that Jason’s birthday was the perfect opportunity to reveal the coming of the new baby. The crowd cheered for them. Their parents were happy for them. Victor was doing well for himself in Real Estate. She was living the dream.
After a lot of persuasion from both Victor’s parents and hers, they finally tied the knot. She, as a feminist, never believed in marriage solidifying the love between two people. In her opinion it was a cloaked cage; marriage caged the love. She had always been so afraid of getting married to Victor who very well knew her stand on the topic, and respected her opinion. It was a small celebration, with all the ‘right rites’ performed. She was still scared when she said those two words. But it had to be done for peace to reign. She has never been the type of person to conform no matter how concrete the penalties stand. But for this one time, in her entire life, she wanted to do it for her parents and Victor’s.
At first, nothing changed after they made it official. Lance came around and he was a beautiful child. Not as beautiful as Jason however. She groomed them as time passed and they grew from her adorable little noisemakers to responsible, enlightened, and handsome teens. The opposite occurred in the flame between her and Victor’s love; the communication dwindled. The sex wasn’t as it used to be. Her body was changing. She spoke to him a couple of times about it but he wasn’t responsive. He waved it off.
Then came the text message from an unknown number. ‘Leave my man alone!’ it read. It was starting to feel like a nightmare in the span of seconds. She needn’t logic or rational thought here. Her woman intuitive had done all the research before the text came. The text was merely a confirmation. But as a human being, she called the number and inquired who the person was.
The person behind the text message was Victor’s mistress and gave her name as Jennifer. She searched Jennifer on Facebook and found out that she had two children. Scrolling through Jennifer’s facebook gallery with a heavy and angry heart, she found a picture with the two ‘bundle of joy’ as Jennifer captioned, in it. They resembled Victor.
How long has this been going on? She confronted him when he came home that evening. He was stiff like a person with stroke. She watched the her loquacious husband’s words fail him. That proved a lot. She felt her entire universe of butterflies and fireflies replaced with wasps and bees. She had no one to talk to. She had no friends. She turned her back on everyone because of Victor. All of him! She hurted for months and months until she decided to get a divorce.
The last straw that broke the camel’s back was Jennifer’s baby bump in her recent facebook post. She’s been following the woman for a while and had engaged interaction. She found out that Jennifer and Victor have been seeing each other since the undergraduate days. Jennifer visited Victor whenever she went for lectures. Jennifer told her that there was a time she came back earlier than expected that she had to hide inside the bathroom while Victor cajoled her into going to get Suya while she escaped. Victor still visited her after their wedding and he also told Jennifer to relocate to the state for their meetings to be easier which she did. He even got Jennifer a job as a personal assistant to one of his Real Estate colleagues to erase all trace of suspicion.
It was a well thought-out plan to fuck. And Victor has fucked her up. The family she taught was perfect wasn’t. Victor!
In a matter of time she lost the perfect husband image of him. He meant nothing. The love died. Her children shouldn’t suffer this — she thought. So she filed for a divorce. During the cause of the process Victor bewailed and after a while he showed great acrimony towards her. He poisoned the minds of their children and she did not know.
Earlier that day she sat the boys down and told them everything that has been going on between her and dad. She didn’t know how they were going to process all of the information being thrown at them. She watched Jason’s eyes; no reaction. Lance’s too. When she was done talking she said, “I hope you understand. I’m here for you.” They both stared at the floor. They avoided eye contact. Then Jason spoke, “Dad’s coming to pick us up soon, mom. We can’t deal with all of this…and you. There’s no truth in you. I’m sorry to say.”
She blanked out. It was like the universe wore itself inside out. Her son just spoke to her that way. She didn’t know whether to cry or hit him with the back of her hand. It was disrespectful but it came from somewhere. Jason has never spoke to her in such a manner. Even when he was furious. She loved his self-control.
“What are you talking about, Jace?”
“Dad told us everything,” Lance said with trembling lips, “the real story. The real truth. Mom, we know that you cheated first, before he did.”
She watched her shy second son insult her and she couldn’t slap the black out of him. It was then and there that she understood the possibility of hating the person you once selflessly loved. A familiar honk came from outside. It was Victor’s car. He had moved his things out of the house the moment she filed the divorce. She knew he was staying with Jennifer and their children.
“Is that what he told you?” She asked both of them.
“Yes mom, and we are going to live with him there. We can’t stay with you mom. How could you do this to us and to dad?”
She heard the hurt in Jason’s voice. How in the world was she going to convince someone as uptight and as unflinching as her first son? She knew them to understand that any further explanation that contradicts to the one they conceded would infuriate them.
They had bags packed. “That’s dad calling us. We’re going mom.” They stood up, her two boys, towering over her. Jason’s growing broad chest and Lance’s slender frame. They walked out on her.
If you claim to be too busy to live for and serve God like the early church because of how your city is, remember that Jesus did not die for only the early church. He died and rose for all men everywhere in every age until He returns. There is no special Holy Spirit in Acts of the Apostles. It is the same God, the same faith, the same baptism, the same commission, the same gospel.
Don’t be deceived, Rome was far busier and more secular than New York or Tokyo or Lagos. There were no phones or airplanes or even air conditioners then. It was probably harder to be a Christian. It will always be hard to be a Christian; hard for the flesh and hard in this world. The distractions may be more today, but the argument may be made that it is easier today than it has ever been to serve God. You have a Bible on your phone! Wow! People died to get copies of these things to us.
And know this: in this same Abuja, this same London, this same Boston, this same Montreal, this same Johannesburg – you have Acts of the Apostles believers and churches. People like you- business people, educated people, busy people who are living for the King and ready to die for Him; who pray like their hearts will break, who give like there is no tomorrow, who fast like a bride on her wedding morning- with great joy, who cast our demons, who speak with new tongues, who love nothing in this world though they have so much, and who fear no one though they serve and work with many people; whose eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; right here in this 21st century.
Drop the excuses therefore; Jesus is available for the taking. He is here for as many as will receive Him. The Bread of Life. The Word of God. The Prince of Peace. The Redeemer. The Saviour. The Author of salvation and the Perfecter of all those who come to God by Him. He is here calling for you to be with Him – the One who will remain long after this world has been judged and has passed away; to know Him and live for the eternal gain during your extremely short period on this terrestrial plane.
Many great cities have come and gone. Babel. Egypt. Assyria. Babylon. Athens. Rome. But He is forever. To see the ultimate will deliver you from the burden of the immediate. He is beckoning on you to lift up your eyes from the distractions of Lagos that you may behold the glories of the everlasting Logos.
Ebele UzoPeters
The Prison cell was a dark place, full of bugs and beetles and served as a haven for swarms of insects. It sat beneath the Castle, in the most hidden of apartments, all to ensure an escape was impossible.
It was in this cell that Polycarp and his family were held imprisoned. Polycarp’s hands and legs were chained, with cuffs draped with thorns. They caused his hands and legs to bleed, adding to the pains he had been in for days due to severe lashing from the soldiers.
His family, both blood and spiritual, sat down, in agony and pain as well, their lips silent, but their spirits, groaning and releasing cries to the Heavens. They were equally chained in like manner as Polycarp.
Their heads hung low, bowed in despair. They knew their fate; soon, they would have to chose between living for the world and dying for Christ; between rejecting Christ and defending His Gospel; they would have to chose between life and death.
But this was the fallen man’s view of their predicament. As they sat with heads bowed low, Polycarp raised a slow hymn, his voice was laden with anguish, making him sing the song slower than it was normally sung;
‘O blest communion, fellowship divine!
We feebly struggle, saints in glory shine
All are one in Thee, for all are Thine’
The Family responded, “Alleluia, Alleluia!”
Polycarp continued,
‘O may thy soldiers, faithful, true and bold,
Fight as the saints who nobly fought of old,
And win with them the victor’s crown of gold.’
The Family responded, “Alleluia, Alleluia”
‘The Golden evening brightens in the west;
Soon, soon to faithful warriors comes their rest;
Sweet is the calm of paradise the blessed.’
Response: Alleluia, Alleluia.
The hymn progressed, from being sung with low, sorrowful tones, to being sung with hope and joy. As they sang, bright, large, and glorious creatures with wings of glory descended into the prison yard. They weren’t there to liberate them from the cell, they were there to liberate the Saints from the terrors of the cell.
Their Presence, although unseen, was strongly felt across the cell. Strength flowed into the hearts of The Family; peace beyond understanding descended into their spirits, upholding them and guarding it against despair.
They sang the hymn, like a tourist walking through a beautiful garden, then they got to the final stanza, the verse that set their faces aglow with joy, even in the shadows of death.
‘But lo! There breaks a yet more glorious day;
The Saints triumphant rise in bright array;
The King of Glory passes on His way.’
They responded with a shout, “ALLELUIA, ALLELUIA!!!”
Just then, numerous guards of The Empire marched into the cell. It was time! The Elect exchanged glances amongst themselves, and with a nod of resignation, they stood up, walking towards the arena, as they were led by the Guards.
“All Hail King Jesus!” they exclaimed in the middle of the arena, their voice echoing around the arena.
“I gave you a choice between life and death, yet, you chose death” The Emperor said to them, with pride in his voice.
Polycarp looked at him with boldness, “Your highness, to you, we chose death, that’s because your knowledge of life and death is fallen. The path we have chosen is the path to eternal life and everlasting glory!” he declared unto the Emperor.
The Family cheered with happiness. The Emperor smirked, he was enjoying this game. He ordered for the Lions to be released.
“I’ll see you in heaven” Polycarp said to The Family.
They all smiled at one another, they would surely meet in Heaven, where there will be no sorrow, or pain, or tears; no crying; just joy, life eternal, glory and communion with The Father.
As they fell to the strength of the Lions, Angels, Michael, Raphael, Gabriel, all stood in respect, lifting their spirits off their bodies, and leading them unto the place where they would weep no more.
Written by Nwodo Divine

Undertakers open my mother’s coffin, everyone screamed in misery. But I was happy, seeing that finally, my mother could rest in perfect peace — and not stay up all night waiting for my father to come back from the beer parlour, with him smelling like different women and cigar.
While everyone wailed and cried, “Sarah, why did you leave us!” I stood there, rigid, and unsure how to react.
Do I commend the doctors for ensuring that she had her hand on her tummy like when she took pictures; that her golden dreadlocks rested on her shoulders, or that she wore a wedding gown?
It was symbolic anyway. The day she wore that dress, when she walked down that aisle, was the beginning of her death.
The priest gave a breezy sermon, my mind fazed through reality, ignoring sweaty bodies and sniffing noses. Focusing more on the scorching sun, and the buzzing flies.
I felt my crotch itch, I couldn’t scratch it.
Her coffin was closed, finally, I said my last goodbye with a glance at her face.
Her golden locks never looked so bright.
We must have dampened her shine.
Dust to dust. Take the shovel and sprinkle her cross. Thirteen years ago, I threw sand on my mother’s body when we went to the beach. She laughed. Wondered why she wasn’t smiling this time.
“Kess, you have to cry.” My uncle said, whispering into my ear. I hated anyone touching me. I hated people coming that close.
We left the burial site immediately after the last shovel of sand went in. The longest trip of my life, I wondered if we could roll the credits already.
That this was a movie, and I was the star actor, and this was the first part of my series, leading my character development to the part where I would awaken Hades to give a life to get back the life of my mother.
“Kess, do you want to eat?”
Even the fan knew it lost its buyer today. Placed on number 5 but it still slowed down.
“No, I’m not hungry,” I said to the person that came to check up on me. I laid on my bed, staring at the ceiling. Wanted to get out of the house but it was filled with people my mother didn’t like, saying nice things they didn’t mean, bringing food we didn’t need.
Going would mean pity faces, irritating touches, and automated “Take heart dears.”
So I laid on my bed, avoiding the world.
“I made Beans, you sure you don’t want to eat some, Baba?”
“No, thanks, I’m really okay.”
Turned to the other side of the bed.
“You didn’t cry today, why was that?”
I heard the sound of the door closing. This person must be a distant relative or family friend that didn’t know me personally. Because if she did, she would have known that I hated my doors closed.
Probably was sent by my dad to talk to me. Wrong move.
“Kess? Are you already sleeping?”
“I don’t have the power to talk.” I said, still lying on my side, with my back facing the person and the door.
“But you just said seven words.”
So practical.
“I did, but there were necessary.”
“So does what I want to know.”
“Please. I don’t want to go on a rampage. Can you leave my room?”
“Oh, but you do deserve to go on a rampage, Baba, just spill it all on me.”
I turned to face this person.
Some nerve she must have to talk to me like she knew about what I felt or who my mother was.
My body froze on the spot, I couldn’t decode what was happening.
Nobody was there.
“Baba, you should cry.”
“W-who are you?” I stuttered.
Probably the last person I thought would talk to me.
“Mom?”
“Yes Baba.” for some reason, I was relaxed. I sat back on my bed and took my former position, staring at the ceiling.
“Why mom, why did you die?”
Silence.
Then.
“I have a present for you.”
“What is it?”
“It’s Outside. I want to see you one last time.”
Quickly, I got out of bed and started for the door.
“Wait!” she said.
“Go to the window.”
I went over the window, opened it completely, and stared five storeys down.
“Why, mom?”
“You know I love you, right, Baba?”
“Yes, I do.”
“So, I want you to go outside through this window. To see me.”
There was an exciting heat in my chest. To think that the way to see my mom has been staring at me all these while.
I quickly went to the second room, where my little brother, Jamal, laid asleep. I picked him up and ran back to my room.
“JamJam, we are going to see mommy.”
I whispered in his ear.
I struggled to get out of the window through a slip. Jamal and I, floating through the air. Could feel the wind again my body, carrying me and my little brother, to meet our lovely mother.
Suddenly, the journey ended. Did the gate not open? The screams were deafening. Where were they coming from?
I could hear someone say, “Blood of Jesus!”
Where was it?
I brought my hands to my line of vision and found my fingers broken. With blood painted on them.
The pain sneaked through my spine, entered my brain, and shut down all my systems. My eyes died out. The last sense left was my ears, I heard running and crying and echoes before they stopped working.
Blank.
Then.
Light.
My mother’s face. Smiling with her eyes closed. Hands opened wide.
“Baba.” she said.
“Mom.”
She opened her eyes, black and red.
Blood ran from her eyes, down her cheeks, and stained her white robe.
It started to spread till everything turned to red.
Two horns shot out of her head.
Her teeth shot out fangs.
“Welcome, to Hades.”

“If I told you,” Bimbo’s hands caressed the chunky mound on my cheeks, her eyes reminded me of firecrackers screaming like dead souls into the rambling Christmas night. “that anything you want, I can give it to you. Would you have a change of heart? ”
She was a beauté. One could get lost into the whirlpool of her eyes; stare hungrily at her full matted lips, or her voluminous thighs that spread over the chair like spilled milk.
A soft slap on the cheek brought me back to reality.
“Wake up.” She shifted a little from me.
“I wasn’t asleep.” I wondered how she was able to sustain her gaze for that long. There were many before her, many who dared to take the reins and pull something out of me, like a tea spoon of affection, but they all failed to hold my interest or my gaze.
“Just thinking about, you know, stuffs.”
“Is that so? See, I’m a Warri girl and I also have regal blood coarsing through me. I could wait a little bit, or I could go ferocious beast on you, and, you know, devour you here and now.”
We were sitting inside The Cube, a very noisy club close to Benin airport. I had offered to buy her a drink, she declined. Turns out, if I’m not the only available form of sustenance to her thirsty sultry soul, she was willing to die of dehydration.
“I admire your boldness.”
“How many girls have you told that line?”
“I don’t keep record.”
She laughed heartily for a second before resuming her gaze. “Are you trying to scare me?”
“Not really. Scaring you would be me reminding you about the royal blood Coarsing through your veins, and how Coarsing somehow has similar pronounciation to Coercing. Like the royalty in your blood, I’m Running out of patience.”
“I’m really impressed, that you could keep me here, watching you spew trash. While I get rejected and — ”
A group of guys walked by, checking her out. One stopped on his tracks, almost moon-walking to our table. The huge guy with a goatie mentions her name, the smile she gave was forced, obviously the guy’s presence wasn’t welcomed. He took his cue and left after exchanging greetings.
“You’re famous.” I mocked.
“Yeah, well, fame doesn’t get you the man you want.”
That’s it!
“Surely it can’t be me. Me that you met a week ago. Sure, my penis is powerful — magic rod. But I assure you, whatever it is you think you’re feeling right now, it isn’t love.”
“That thing of yours isn’t as magical as you make, it is your tongue. What a shame that you’re using such a glorious tongue to spew bullshit. If surely shut you up and make you put it to good use.”
Incredible!
“Okay, that’s hot.” I had to admit.
“And so are you, Afam.”
“Bimbo, I’m not sure of my feelings for you.”
“Then I’ll be here to reassure you. Trust me, if I was to use my List to rate you, you’d never be an option for me. You’re not making as much as I am, you’re loud as hell when you’re overly comfortable with someone, Afam your voice is terrible for singing and yet I couldn’t stop listening to you sing in the shower that morning. Sure you have a basic penis but I can manage. Your fingers and tongue skills is consolation. So fuck the fear and let’s build something good.”
Huh?
“Wait, so this shit ain’t about just fucks?”
“On the scale of one to ten, you’re an ‘abso-fucking-lutely not!’ if I were to choose a toy.”
She scooted closer and cupped my jaw with a hand, guiding my lips to hers. She sent her saliva of confusion down my throat and my brain resetted.
Then and there, entangled in a kiss, from a girl I met less than a week ago, I knew I was falling in love, and it was surely going to end in tears.
Kessy Agwam