Mercenary Wife – 1

Mercenary Wife – 1

EPISODES: 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. ♥ It was a fashionable society wedding. The kind that dazed the imagination of guests and that had them talking above whispers. More »

He Knows You – do you?

He Knows You – do you?

Who better than the one who created a thing to know it? I always think to myself, I know myself. No one knows me like I know myself. No one gets me. More »

Dinner For Two

Dinner For Two

EPISODES: 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. CHAPTER ONE  ♥  The thought of her made his heart skip. It literally did—each, and every moment, he thought of her. And he thought of More »

Body On My Doorstep

Body On My Doorstep

EPISODES: 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. One ♣ THE jarring noise punctured my eardrums, pierced into my subconscious and destroyed my lavish sleep and picturesque dream. Damn! I hated alarm clocks. I More »

Key To My Heart

Key To My Heart

KTHH EPISODES TEN  ♣ ♥ ♣  HE rattled the iron-cast knocker that swung down the side of the gate. He hadn’t knocked first time he’d stopped by, he was doing so this More »

Key To My Heart

Key To My Heart

EPISODES: 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. 15. 16. 17. ONE ♣ ♥ ♣ THE sun was still up in the sky but shadowed by the More »

The Forgiving Lover – my 1st story

The Forgiving Lover – my 1st story

TFL: 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. This was my first ever written story. I wrote it at 13—June/July of the year 1990. Then I self-edited it three months later, October 1990. More »

Unfaithful 2 – Flash Fiction

Unfaithful 2 – Flash Fiction

“How long have you been seeing him?” Again. My head reminded my battered heart to add again, but I could not muster the effort. “A month or so.” Ama didn’t look at More »

This One Night – Micro Fiction

This One Night – Micro Fiction

So yesterday Toykathy made a teasing remark on the Writers’ Guide 101 post about me writing an Erotica. Not a genre I have particular talent for but I once had my trial More »

House on the Hill

House on the Hill

EPISODES: 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. 15. 16. 17. 18. One ₪ MOYO TRAMPED DOWN the dusty sidewalk of the two-lane highway. The evening sky More »

Kiss Me If You Can – 1

Kiss Me If You Can – 1

EPISODES: 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. Kiss me if you can. It’s the title of a Ghanaian movie, I know. Not quite original since there is Catch me if you can More »



Read Two. PART THREE  ADESE emptied the content of the last pot into the bin, then took the bin outside and came back in through the kitchen backdoor. She blew out a More »

The Marriage Ultimatum

The Marriage Ultimatum

TMU EPISODES CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE ♥ He had gotten back to their hotel room and found her gone. She had taken only her handbag and phone with her. The suitcase she’d brought along More »


How’s Life With You?

Hello everyone,

Wow, it’s been such a long time. Just a few days away really but it feels long… at least to me. I didn’t plan to be away. Not consciously and certainly not this long. We were, after all, in the middle of Say Yes and it was a short story I just wanted to work on fast and be done with.

But sometimes in life we plan and then something else happens.

I wanted to take a day off from that short story: Easter Sunday, to be precise. I did take that day off, I think, on my Happy Easter Day post. It wasn’t part of the initial plan but I got caught up in the celebrations and with my sister around, I was only in the mood to enjoy her and the beauty of that day, so I jumped that day’s post. Was aiming to return Monday and then finish off on Tuesday. But…

Now this is an excuse that is getting old. I had a few bad moments wondering if I should make it… again. But it is not an “excuse”. It is the truth. The fact on ground. And I thought to myself, I am too old to start feeling ashamed of what my truth is. I can’t help it. It is what it is at this time and I can only own it.

So, the problem was that there was no power. There was no electricity power to work with. On Monday, it was raining somewhat heavily and I think lightning struck our transformer and power went off. It stayed off until 5:15 a.m. yesterday. That was Friday.

And according to our family budgetary plans, we don’t run the generating set unless there is an emergency and since we had the office attached to our building providing us a charging point for our devices, we let go the idea of running the generator. So, all I did Monday to Friday was prowl the internet and work on editing one of my old stories. Nothing more.

Happy Easter

As he said he would, Jesus is risen from the dead. He’s alive again!

May the risen Christ bring happiness to you and your family all year round. And may you all find the renewal of hope, health, love and the spirit of God. May all your sorrows come to an end and may you have cause never again to weep. May joy and everlasting hope be your portion now and forevermore.

Wishing you and your loved ones a Happy Easter and a continuous blessed year.

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SY will continue tomorrow. Let us enjoy Easter Day with our loved ones.


Say Yes – 3



Love is the heart of everything.

* ~ *

If indeed this was a time-travel dream, she wished it had the sensible manners to take her to the future—as it should—and not have her kidnapped into the past. And a past where proper-covering clothes hadn’t come in play and loin cloths reigned supreme. Lucky for her she still had her dress on…

The almost indignant thought trailed off as her eyes shifted downward and Eve found she had a white woven fabric with red beads strewn around it wrapped around her and knotted just above her bosoms with only a long strand of red bead as her other adornment.

Damn dream didn’t even have the decency to fit shoes on her feet, she grimaced.

“I know this is a dream, but it sucks that I should go from a soon-to-be-wife to an oil mogul millionaire to a pre-colonial African maiden with no shoes on.” She said to Adam. Then narrowed her eyes at him. “If you are obviously a servant in this era, then who is this king I am supposed to be meeting?”

“The king, royal ruler of seven kingdoms, is soon to be your husband. It is why you are here.” He dipped his head slightly but his eyes remained lifted and pinned on hers. “And I am a warrior not a servant.”

“Oh.” Eve noticed that the tattoo marks on his chest were drawings of spears, bows and arrows. “Well, that surely is better. But the king to soon be my husband?” Her grimace darkened into a scowl. “I am not quite sure I care for that. Not that I am some kind of love-clinging hopeless romantic, but I thought this dream was about you and I?”

Say Yes – 2



Yes makes magic.

* ~ *

No visible sign of insanity didn’t have to mean she wasn’t dealing with a possible psychopath, Eve privately acknowledged, biting back a grimace at the thought. Just her bad luck to run into a character with a mental disorder on an evening she was desperate to get home.

“Are you one of those cab drivers who like to double as comedians when with a passenger?” It was also probable that he was being funny. That he thought he was being funny.

“No.” His dark eyes didn’t blink from hers. “Say yes.”

“Say yes to what?” A hum of exasperation sizzled. “Did you hear the destination address I gave you earlier?” She repeated it and added. “Got it now?”

“Say yes. That is all it takes.”

Say Yes – 1


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love is magic.

* ~ * 

The low whispery sigh of wistfulness from the opposite end of the bed caused Eve to roll her eyes and to arduously bite back a snort. Lindy was a hopeless romantic, and like all hopeless romantics, she believed in fairy-tales, prince charming and happily ever after’s. And romantic fiction novels were her love bible.

“Let me guess, the hero—some tall, dark and handsome, completely irresistible man—just kissed the heroine. A wide-eyed, never-been-kissed-before tender-hearted woman who’s been waiting for love all her life.”

Lindy, after another sigh, one of exasperation this time, raised her eyes from her novel. “Actually, this heroine is a tough-assed lawyer and she doesn’t believe in love. The hero? He’s just an ordinary, somewhat overweight, school teacher.”

“The tough-assed lawyer and the slightly overweight school teacher, how very realistic.” Eve smirked at her pointed stare. “Hmm, I see they’re getting better at ensnaring you quixotic minds.”

“We are not quixotic. Love does exist, Eve. One day, you are going to meet your hero and you’d be shocked at how quick you’ll fall flat on your face.”

something new for Easter

TM’s still on break.

I thought I’d say that first. Lol.

Hello, good people. How’s everyone who’s anyone doing? Gotten over the BBN fever? Cured now? Mystiq?… *side-eyes-at-you*

So, it’s Holy Week… as we Catholics term it. It is the week that closes the Lenten season and opens the door to the season of Easter and the celebration of Christ’s Resurrection. Who’s looking forward to Easter Sunday? I am now. I’ve been much blessed this season by a family that truly loves me and have got my back no matter what. Hope you are getting blessed too.

Anyhoo, cos it’s Easter and I just can’t bear to leave you guys lonely… someone grab my halo and slide it over my head, please   . Yeah, yeah, thank you. That’s me, sweet, saintly TM who can’t leave her peeps lonely. No, haven’t got the good heart, gentle soul and… all right, you get the picture… it’s up there.

Something new for Easter week. Something new and something short. A Romantic Fantasy short story of five parts. Much like Let Sleeping Dogs Lie, only one part longer. A Fantasy short story embellished with the atmosphere of Romance.


Our heroine gets into a cab, pipes out which direction she’s headed and sits back for the car to move. But instead of kicking the car into gear, cab driver a.k.a hero turns over one shoulder and says to her: Say Yes.

Like… WT…H!

Is he nuts? Our heroine is certainly considering that possibility as she scrutinizes him head to… well, it’s mostly head because of the limiting car factor. You get?

She debates with him. It’s mostly a one-sided debate as hero hasn’t much to say except to keep parroting: Say Yes. Finally, exasperated… like who wouldn’t be? *rme* Heroine considers getting out of the car but its pouring like the heavens are weeping for a lost angel and she can’t storm out. Just to humour him, she purses her lips, arches her well-trimmed eyebrows and says: Yes.

And what do you think happens next?

Now that is where our Romantic Fantasy short story begins… and I know you want to know all about it. So… tune in tomorrow 12.04.17six hundred hours… *calm down*… That is simply: 6 a.m. Be here tomorrow at 6 a.m. and SAY YES would have preceded you… and asking you to read it.

Other parts of the story will be posted: Thursday, 13.04.17Saturday, 15.04.17Sunday, 16.04-17… we can’t miss Easter Sunday, people! This whole thing is about keeping you entertained that day… duh! And… Tuesday, 18.04.17. All @: 6 a.m. … not a second later.

I know you don’t want to miss it, so I’m just gonna say: Get your reading glasses ready!

After our short story, TM will go back to her break until after her birthday and we will continue “rolling along” on this blog.

SAY YES… it takes only YES to make magic. 

Ant Hill – 4





THEY were in their resting chamber, having just returned from moving the larvae deep into the nest, to shield them from the cold. Zita’s eyes were turned towards the small light slipping in through the top of the hill, quiet and pensive.

“Are you thinking about Zoro?” Kiki’s voice broke into her thoughts.

Zita’s antennae jerked in a mild shock.

She turned her head to face Kiki. “Why would you assume I’m thinking about Zoro, or any other Drone for that matter?” Her tone was a touch indignant. “It is not my duty to attend to Drones.”

“I didn’t say you were thinking of other Drones.” Kiki returned. “I asked if you were thinking of Zoro.” She rose to her legs and ambled closer. “You were, weren’t you?”

“Of course I wasn’t.” Zita denied. “Why should I think of him?”

Kiki ignored the defensive question. “He came over to the Nursery to see you.” She said instead.

“He came to see me at the Nursery?” Zita’s eyes sparked up with interest.

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