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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 »

TIT FOR TAT – 3

TIT FOR TAT – 3

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 »

 

I wan gist o

I just want to gist… nothing else. To gossip dey hungry me… chai!

How’s everybody? First working day of the week, how are you enjoying it? Abi, you’re like me who hates Mondays to Wednesdays? Lmao.

Chai! I’m supposed to be writing NPL ep.6 now and preparing to post but I can’t fit. I’m not motivated rah-rah. That is why I love that series eh. It will take like 18 months to 2 years of their lives to tell the whole story, so why hurry? He-he-he.

Meanwhile, have I ever confessed that I’m a lazy writer? Chai! I lazy die! Writing exhausts me. It’s when I’m done and I begin work on editing that I go: “Choi, TM, you too brilliant! Did you write this? Fiction Writer like no other.” I love to hype myself gan. I am my best fan o and I read my stories like it’s not me who wrote it… with dedicated, passionate attention. Before nko! Lol.

Meanwhile again, I discovered I have gaps in Whispers Of The Heart (novel I was writing while MD & KBM were published). It requires 3 extra chapters… I tire. I have put a small break in transmission on it. Now I’m focused on a novella: One Glass Too Many. That’s TM for you… no worry your head, you hia?

Another meanwhile, can you imagine that I was browsing SDK… Those of you who “know” me will know that I love chooking my eyes inside SDK. I read almost every-every there. In short, Sweet Forbidden was inspired from same-same chronicles there in 2016… abi na 2015 sef? #scratches head

Anyway, there I was o this weekend and read that some oyinbo couple were postponing their wedding until they find their missing dog. Dog kwa? Chai! This oyinbo people serious so? You fit hear that kain thing for our Naija here? Taaaah! If bride or groom try talk that kain craze talk, dem go begin find where their village people take their picture dey do hand-fan.

Me leave my wedding because of dog? Na im be Fada wey wan conduct the marriage? Or my Uncle wey wan receive bride price? Abeg, stop ruff play jor!

Ehen! Who and who are watching this BBN something?

I am not watching o. Cable not available. Should cable be available, TM won’t watch. Why? TM has long banned Big Brother from her life since tipke-tipke. But I am seeing that some people carry the matter for head like gala for Lagos traffic. Especially this Kemen vs. T-Boss matter.

O gah o! What was that sef?

I even glimpsed some FB pages #side-eyes @… and found some Opinion-Poll Masters saying that who authorize Big Brother to moralize?

Woh! My take is: whilst the BBN or any kind of BB house is not the most moral homestead… in short, it’s 21st century public-approved Sodom and Gomorrah sef. But despite that, I think it’s a “it only happens when consent is given by both parties” kind of thing. From the gossip I gathered… yes o, it was gossip and I was enjoying it while gathering… he-he-he… but from what I gathered, many “Voltrons” are saying this T-Boss mixed-breed chick did not permission Kemen to go down below with his fingers. So… it is “sexual molestation”. And on that basis, and make world people and plenty “Voltrons” no kill them, Big Brother and co decided to pursue Kemen go back to im papa house and im weight-lifting studio.

Honestly, I no send dem. Not one of them. Shebi, they stand a chance of winning 25m and me, I am here struggling to write chapter-1. If I hear sai person ask my opinion again… mtcheew!

Meanwhile the 3rd time… abi na 4th time sef? I want to lose weight. Seriously. But I love food too much. Even as I’m typing this, I am hungry and thinking what next to eat. Why is it a crime in this world to be “cuddly” eh? Must we all be long-necked and atinga-looking? Why can’t I have some “folds” and feel sexy? Why?

Mtcheew! I cannot come and be killing myself abeg. After all, Oga M no even too send. Over-sabi people everywhere.

But the problem is I want to look like a hot mama… ewo! That is the nsogbu!

Anyway, gist me too. What is happening with you? Anything big online, offline and ati-gbo-gbo-e lines? What’s the latest gist? Abeg, no tell me sai FG wan approve budget. Na dat wan consign dem. Mtcheew!

What’s up with you? At work and that mean boss is messing with your head? In school and that Mr. Lecturer is determined to ruin your grades? Bf and Gf wahala? No big-bucks mataz? Whatever it is, share with us. We want to know because we love you like family… and we too like gossip… *wink*

Make I go hunt down food abeg… no be me create overweight… na God dem sai create everything.

No Perfect Life – 5

NPL EPISODES

LADE

 

She shouldn’t miss Buchi’s birthday celebration. Since they were girls in boarding school they’d always spent their birthdays together. Of course then, Telema was the junior student who ran errands for her seniors. Then she’d joined them in the university and had to share their hostel room—and all errands stopped as she became one of them.

They were not just her friends. They were her family.

If only Femi would understand that.

Lade sighed as she dumped the shopping bags into the boot of her Avensis, secured its lock and started around the car to the driver’s door. Then she saw him and stopped short.

And of course, he wasn’t alone.

She was a new one. Younger than the one whose half-naked pictures filtered the album of his Samsung phone. She wouldn’t be a day older than twenty-one and she looked like she’d just crawled out of bed. Her hair—her fake could-be Peruvian extension—was a tussled mop around her oval face bare of makeup except for a shine on her lips and her well-trimmed-and-lined brows and she was clad in leggings and a dash wrinkly long tank.

Special Word

“And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, that you may prove what is that good and acceptable and perfect will of God.” (Romans 12:2 NKJV)

Your perspective will determine how far you will go in life. Renew your mind to think like a child of God. An undeveloped mind is very unfruitful and yields no result. It is time to dream new dreams and be ready to face them with courage. We need bravery in every aspect of our life. We must stretch our minds to produce.

*Words of Pastor David Ibiyeomie*

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Have a blessed Sunday and a great week ahead. Cheers.

My Heart’s Song – 9

MHS EPISODES

CHAPTER NINE

So when are we going to meet her?”

Jeth swept up his head at his brother’s question. “We just started dating.”

“Which is why I’m finally broaching the subject of us meeting her despite our impatience to do so all these while.” Ethan returned equably. “She’s now your girl and we’d like to draw her into the family circle and make her feel a part of us.”

“I’d rather give it sometime. Shiloh is big on taking things one step at a time and she still teases me that I hotfooted her into this relationship.” Jeth picked the jar of pepper and sprayed a dash over the chicken curry sauce. “I don’t want her feeling like this is some kind of pressure-mounting move bringing her to meet the family.”

“That is the one thing I already love about her: her name Shiloh.” Gloria said with an appreciative smile. “It’s such a lovely name and not so popularly used. Anyway, I do agree with Jeth on this. Let’s give them time to be with each other without the seeming interference of family and friends; and when they are most comfortable, she can be brought over to meet us all. We’re not going anywhere after all.”

“Sometimes, meeting a man’s family helps a woman become more comfortable in her relationship with the man.” Ethan argued because he was impatient to meet the woman his little brother was dating. He didn’t want to scrutinise her per se. He just wanted to know her. “I just want her to know that we are in support of their relationship. Marriage, after all here in Africa, is about families and not just the couple.”

“We are not talking marriage yet, so simmer down, bros.”

let’s talk sex: Sexonsibility

It’s another Friday and many of us are already “thanking God”. We can’t wait to end the working week or the school week and just exhale, if nothing else.

Well, here on Life and Spices.com where we try to put extra spice to our lives, it’s another Friday to talk: Sex. That word “sex” kind of gives some folks the jitters. They feel all ill-at-ease at the mention of the “S-word”. But really, it’s just sex and if you are too “sanctified” to talk about it, you might not able to deal with it… as you ought to.

Mercifully though, life’s all about individuality and some of us—I belong to that clan proudly *wink*. Some of us are not all red-cheeked when it comes to the sex talk. We talk about it. Now, doing it is a whole different ball game though… that’s life *phew*.

So, what are we talking about today? I told ya… Sexonsibility!

Yeah, that’s my coined word for: Sex Responsibility.

Today, we are simply going to talk: Who Should Be Having Sex?

Who should be having sex? The temptation to cry: “Anyone who wants to” is there, right? But that kind of response is what is wrong with our world today and we can’t continue to uphold it. At least, we the LS e-fam can’t continue to uphold that thinking. Uh-uh, we are more sensitive than that. We read, we reason… we talk. That’s how we roll *wink* *wink*.

My Heart’s Song – 8

MHS EPISODES

CHAPTER EIGHT

SHILOH was listless even as she leafed through the pages of Before Amen. It felt like she bore a colossus weight right at the centre of her heart and that her mind was drained and sapped of every mental strength.

She liked him.

Kind of.

Well, not kind of. She really did like him. He was a little bit on the conservative side and a trifle too earnest for her usual taste, but she liked his unassuming good looks. Physical looks were always important to her. Not too remarkable, you started to feel competitive or too insignificant, you started to consider the word “ugly” as a possible descriptive adjective.

She liked a manageable balance. And Jeth possessed that manageable balance. He was also persistent to the point that you admired him even when you were exasperated. Then he had a great sense of humour, had a love for good food, good music and good movies and then he was thoughtful and kindly in his ways. But best of all—he had and plainly showed his respect for her mind and her choices.

She hadn’t given him an answer and he hadn’t pressured her.

It had been obvious that he’d had his hopes dashed; which can be hurtful for anyone. But he had only smiled, asked her to take her time and think about his request and then shifted the conversation to other things for the rest of their evening out.

It’s been a week now and though they continued to talk regularly and they’d even gone out for an early dinner after Thursday’s evening service, he hadn’t broached the subject or put her under any pressure.

Hey you… I feel good

Hey you… I feel good. I really do. Lol.

So, I’ve been ruminating over this: The “It’s All About Gist” section of this blog was supposed to have started two weekends ago but on both occasions, PHED messed up my our plans. But it just struck me this morning… it’s all about gist… no biggie. No formalities. No fancy words and no fancy methods… just gist. Talk.

So… I decided to open the floor on “It’s All About Gist” this morning. And funny, PHED struck yesterday morning and I haven’t seen power since then. Well, they did restore it this morning but it’s gone now… #dang!

But we got to do what we got to do, right?

I woke up mega happy this morning. I just feel good. I want to scream it: I FEEL GOOD.

Hey, nothing has changed… nothing I can yet see. But… I feel damn good. So good I’ve been chanting the Maltina ad song: “I feel good, ta-la-la-la-la. You know that I do now…” Wonder if that is the lyrics… #thinking… Lol. I think it’s a James Brown song, right?

Anyhoo, I feel good. It’s a beautiful day and I feel like I’m a conqueror and I can do just about anything. Maybe I’m high on having “sentenced my enemies” last night in church or maybe it’s the “cool” night M and I had… what da heck! It doesn’t matter the “why” or “how”. What matters is: I am feeling good right now.

So, how about you? Are you damning all the troubles and situations and… just feeling good?

What’s your state of mind this morning?

Or is there any “gist”you have for us? Something happening in your neighbourhood? Read something “gisty” somewhere? Gist us… let us gossip talk together.

It’s All About Gist and we are just “gisting”… keep a smile on, people. Life can only get better *muah*

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P.S.

MHS maybe be in very very late today. I’m attending a church program this week and usually do my writings in the mornings. But with PHED on the roll and battery reading 24% now, I can’t write until… God knows when. Let’s keep our fingers crossed. Meanwhile… gist us.

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