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 »


God can restore You

‘As the clay is in the potter’s hand, so are you in my hand.’ Jeremiah 18:6 (NKJV)

The prophet Jeremiah writes: ‘I went down to the potter’s house, and there he was, making something at the wheel. And the vessel that he made of clay was marred in the hand of the potter; so he made it again into another vessel, as it seemed good to the potter to make. Then the Word of the Lord came to me, saying: … “Can I not do with you as this potter?” says the Lord. “Look, as the clay is in the potter’s hand, so are you in my hand’’’ (Jeremiah 18:3-6 NKJV).

There are three important lessons in this story for you:

(1) As long as you stay pliable and responsive to God, he will never throw you away. Instead, he will mould you into something he can use.

(2) When others put you down, God will lift you up. A potter doesn’t press down on the clay, he continuously lifts it up and shapes it as it spins on the wheel. And God will do that for you too. David said, ‘He…brought me up out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my steps’ (Psalm 40:2 NKJV).

(3) Notice whose foot is on the wheel. If he could, Satan would have thrown you off the wheel a long time ago, but he can’t. Look under the table and see whose foot is on the wheel: the Potter’s!

Nothing can separate you from God’s love (see Romans 8:39). The word for you today is: ‘As the clay is in the potter’s hand, so are you in my hand.’

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Culled from the Word For Today

Ndubuisi – 2




SHE let the boy play by himself on the floor. He was making tiny sand moulds from the broken earth of the floor. She would sweep it later and pour back the sands into the holes they’d come from. When she could afford a linoleum carpet, she would cover the cement floor with it.

That was her plan.

It was more of a dream. One of the many she had. One of the many, she sometimes, maybe it was many times, feared would never be reality.

How could she make them come true?

She didn’t know. But still, she dreamed and she kept hope in her heart.

Re: Unfinished Stories

Hello blog family,

I was in the process of writing a post on the halted series No Perfect Life when I opened my email and read a comment from Tara on same subject expressing her dissatisfaction on its state of in-completion. Now, I will hesitate no longer to do that post, and to address all other halted series on Life and Spices.com. Which are, I believe: No Perfect Life, Say Yes, Margaret X and Kiss Me If You Can.

I would like to begin though by sincerely apologising for leaving these series, or stories, uncompleted. That, at all, was not my intention on the commencement of each one of these stories. I begin a story, and its posting, with a vision to enthrall you all and to bring that enthrallment to a satisfying end.

Unfortunately, I have failed to do so four times now. So, I ask your pardon for this failure.


EPISODES: 2. 3. 4. 5. 6



SHE woke up that morning and there was gratitude in her heart. She was alive. That was enough. That was a new beginning. She opened her door, wincing at the creaking sound it made. She would oil the hinges, if she had oil to spare. But she didn’t. Not today.

The puddle had once again carpeted her frontage. She grimaced, wiggled her toes, and then sank her feet into the dirt brown water. It curled around her ankles and a floating leaf skirted in between her legs. She refused to think about it, her feet buried in muddy water and dirt, from gutters that had overfilled, scrubbing against her skin. Instead, she paddled forward, desperate the urinary.

She squatted over the hole on the cemented floor and lifted her nightdress, her breath held in as she relieved herself. Done, she jiggled and heaved up, then paddled back to her room. She would brave the bathroom later, when the sun returned with some warmth. Now though, she brushed her teeth and washed her face, changed to a day cotton dress and proceeded to light her kerosene stove.

Breakfast, and any other meal, was always what was available. She never thought about it, the lack of choices. She never saw that she had the right to complain. When a day brings with it what it wills, you take its offerings and do what you can.

Ant Hill – 7



I crawled towards the Nursery Chamber, impatient to see Zita. The way I felt, I neither cared if I crawled into Kaza or if she crawled all over me. I needed to see my Zita, to know why she’d left me restless and heavy-headed the night before.

I marched into the chamber and as I’d hoped, Zita was there, her head bent over, doing her duty. So was Kiki. But I didn’t care.

The sight of Zita—all shiny and glowing—quelled most of my anger but not my pain. “Zita, you kept me waiting all through the night.” I said even with her back to me.

She swung around. “Zoro, why are you here so early? Don’t you know that Doga is usually around this early?”

“I don’t care where Doga is and at what time of the day she is there.” I hissed. The pain in my heart and head were visible through my eyes. “You promised you would come to meet me last night. You did not come.”

One More Time… And Forever – 1

EPISODES: 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7



Kobi dressed for dinner with a trepidation that worried her. It was Naeto and she enjoyed being with him. She liked him. There was even an unconscious attraction but… but there were no deep feelings.

She wasn’t in love with him.

That was what worried her, wasn’t it? She didn’t love him. She didn’t want to love him.

She was incapable of loving him.

Kobi frowned at her image in the wood-framed standing mirror as her mind swirled with that last thought. She didn’t believe in love, not anymore. Oh, she knew that love existed and that it was possible between a man and a woman. But she knew also that it didn’t exist for her. Not in this lifetime, if people had more than one.

How many times had she loved and longed, begged, to be loved in return?

Too many times. She’d stopped counting. She’d stopped hoping. She’d stopped waiting. She’d stopped loving. Her heart was frozen—closed off. Not by desire or by enforcement. It had just frozen up on its own, having suffered too many wounds, it’d learned to protect itself.

Hello… MAY!

It’s Helloooooooo May!

Wow! We’ve beat another month and are flying our flags high up as we glide into the marvelous month of May. I simply want to wish every one: A Happy New Month. And may this month of May bring us good tidings and above all overshadow us with God’s immense graces. We will experience the wonders of His grace this month. Amen.

And for all May celebrants, whatever anniversary you are celebrating, may you find joy in your celebrations, peace in the people you have around you and success in all that you do.

It’s an amazing month. It’s started as one and it’s going to be one every single day of it. And God has a word for you today. He has a word and he has a plan for you this month of May and He says: As the clay is in the potter’s hand, so are you in my hand.” Jeremiah 18:6 (NKJV)

How about that? God’s all prepared to restore us. Whatever we have lost, whatever has been taken from us, whatever we are lacking, He is saying: I am your Potter, I am here to restore you. Amazing, right?

So, I have a little thought for you and here it is:

Just a simple reminder that being YOU is the best you can be.

So, Welcome to May and know ye that we are getting back to full business here. It’s going to be “one-at-a-time”, no pressures, no hassles, no overdoing it. Just do-it-the-fun-way all the way and as many times as we can during the week… and weekends too, lol.

I am going back to work. There’s some news that light is going to get back to what it used to be: manageable. So, I’m thankful for that. Think I’d be working mostly at nights… God give me grace and wisdom and inspiration. Amen.

It’s always amazing knowing YOU are here with me and I wish you a grace-filled joyful month of May. Be happy, be hopeful and be you.

Love y’all.


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