Tick tock, tick tock pt 2

Tick tock, tick tock, the wall clock subjugates the stale silence, he seems enslaved by time now, its 3:48am, how time flies, so it does, seven years married, no child with Modele, it suddenly looks like illusion, time is passing with slow motion. 

I feel un-repented, yet I’ve brought many to repentance, oh gosh! Tonight is not the night for remorse and self pity “Femi glides back to bed, feeling less dampy, he takes one last look at Modele, briefly compassion and sorrow seems to overwhelm him, he reaches out to hold and caress her soft body as she curls up needing want. Femi suddenly retreats  “man up, men don’t do that, she has to apologise first” laying back on the bed either as defeat or victory, he recalls the name of the car agent he’s to call “Mr. Waahl” surely I will be the first Mr Waahl will be hearing from today. “As femi’s eyes lapses to close, he replays his imagination of himself in the car for that’s all that matters now…  tick tock tick tock.

It wasn’t the loud sound of crash that suddenly woke Femi up, it was rather an inner urgency of his desires “call Mr. waahl” turning to his side where Modele slept, he found she wasn’t there, “she must have left for work”he thought,femi layed on the bed feeling quite disappointed that she didn’t reach out to apologise”.  “Anyways, that’s least of my worries now,the brat can do whatever.ill do what I want I want how I want it” He checks the time 6:45am, enough time to sort things out before I make my call. Walking to the table on the far left of the room. He’s tempted to open his car purchase documents again, but rather fascinated by a note beside the documents. He grins even before he opens it. Knowing it was written by Modele. “finally I won” he said. Femi opens the note casually, reading with interest, “Femi my boo, waking up to go pee after you came back to bed. I stared at you and realized still, I love you deeply and I will always love you.for all you’ve done I forgive you,I will lay beside you now as your wife as God has given me to you. Am your friend too you know, we’ll talk better in the early hours before I leave for work”. Femi folds it back totally feeling out of place not expecting to be broken ,while still in the gloomy mood of guilt. He hears a loud crash, a crash sound he swore he heard some 5minutes ago but this time aggressively louder.

He runs to the balcony to confirm what was going on.the image before him was chaos. His neighbor Dunkan ran by on the street in mere panics, seeing Femi he shout “Femi, Femi” aaah!!! Everybody is gone o, aah! Femi everybody.” His  neighbors screams on running and the chaos femi stares at confirms his worst fear.

THE RAPTURE.

TICK TOCK,TICK TOCK pt 1

Tick , Tock, Tick, Tock

Could the night have been move more worse than this. The angers of yesterday and the hope of tomorrow, what was supposed to be a shoot happy night has twined out to  be a sweaty, hot long night. Sleep or so to speak “rest” has diminished. Femi lays on his back, arguing with his thought more or less wrestling adamantly on  how far he would yield or not.” who is she to challenge me, even if am wrong… so f@#k what, if she’s my wife! How dare she!”.

Femi rattled with these statements over and over in his mind like a looping track, sweat covered him more as he conversed repeatedly within himself. “This phcn people deserve a curse tonight” Femi quietly grumbled, trying to keep the room as pale, still and quiet as he left it 12minutes ago. Every movement he made was done with such default of carefulness ,pretending he was asleep.

Turning his body for convenience, he stares at the one whom he quickly refers to as THE CHALLENGE. “She’s your wife, you know” a soft voice reckons in his head  “she’s  just watching out for you” listening to the voice swells Femi into anger again, his heart beat races as he frowns so deeply that sweat runs quickly to the curves and furrows, gently dripping to his pillow.

He stares on at his wife in the dark extensive room, the more he stared the less he saw of her details, only silhouette left, her  silhouette forming words: bitter words ,everything rushes back again .”How did I end up having a night like this? Tonite was to be a good night for me going by my expectation tomorrow, tomorrow? Oh today !its 3am already” he turns around backing his wife not for convenience but to usher in a lighter thought. (And convenient it was)Femi’s attention focused on the document laying on the table at the extreme end of the room .A document he has reviewed over and over the previous day. He creeps to the table glancing back as a thief would. Getting to the table, he stares at the document as the moonlight shines on it. The document read “receipt of purchase” ,Femi’s satisfaction is entirely the brochure that comes with it. He pulls out a brochure with a Mercedes benz logo on it, flipping through the pages, he is overwhelmed.”TODAY I will be driving my first brand new car” a 2013   brand new Mercedes.

Scratching his scalp in the anxious manner that he’s used to, “everything else needs to change with this.” Still fondling with his scalp, he turns facing his wife Modele again.  “Why?” was the question in his head.  “I understand my flirt problems, is it a problem or a curse, either one is unpleasant. What am I to do? I really am making efforts, seriously. I am at least in comparison to my friends,…. Modele and I have to go over and over fights like this, she pulled a white flag for peace but my ego is too…. Whatever, besides how can she invade my privacy, men do these things once in a while, I’m right, totally right” femi stops, realizing that he’s gone  to the toilet and back, pacing around without realizing it. ....

IT IS WITH A GRAVE HEART THAT WE ANNOUNCE THE DEATH OF MY IGNORANCE.My ignorance has dug several pit and graves,all which has been unintentionally dug for what purpose i cannot trace neither can i justify.my ignorance has dug snares which has expended my journey,faulting the steps of others too.not this journey I've begged.which other journey could it have been...the one i chose,was chosen for me or the journey He willed on me.
Friends ,..today i'm righteous for i believed and believe that jesus is the son of God.
what is a righteous man? simply a man who believes Gen 15:6
I will boast  of nothing else but my believe for it will be counted as righteousness.....then i say "ignorance where are you".
come again with your vices and i will crave more to be righteous.for it is a gift.
mmmhhh.....

Sweet Darkness

sweating and dripping from anxiety, fear or is it from the adrenalin - don't know which (at least not yet).Every senses in me strains so hard to peep furtively into nothingness (nothingness?<is there a word like that,jeeeeeezzz) or rather the DARK SILENCE.
yeah! really it is both silent and dark.Silence and darkness walls off any form of information i might need now."Am i in danger or still having fun? "
Dont know where i've reached ,what angle i was,what's infront and what's behind.My thoughts grew tired of  patiently counting,my vibrations continued the count 10,11,12,13,14......(i felt like a sitting dock staring like a blind bat ) the count felt like forever.slowly my hand fondles ahead to reach the cold metal infront of me,closing my eyes is of no difference -"its still darkness all the same"
Then it started with a whisper,then two screams and ......... screams,it sounds like its coming from a thousand feet below,another passes above me -whoooossh,another scream just sped by me at arms lenght.
This screams are familiar,its.... its fear, exhiliration, anxiety, daring, adrenalin all mixed up (talk about bad mixture),just when i was to make my conclusions my carriage started moving again.At first steadily then .........all i knew was i was back on the crazy mad  loops at 200mph with screams all around creating a thread of uncharming echoes.
10 mins later,we all came to a stop.lights on and feeling dazed eagerly waiting to be unstrapped  from the seat belt "what a ride"we all said, "Dude that's not cool
ok back back back,this is the real picture - 30mins ago i paid to ride a rollercoaster in the dark.(beat that)
what such mad experience that was, we pay to go on a ride without knowing what to expect and how it will end.
i was over a thousand feet high (HIGH hmmmmmm lolz) IN DARKNESS ,switching on the lights and seeing how crazy we were riding would have made a few of us pass out (if not the whole riders)
is'nt it ironical that the journey and experiences we enjoy and engage ourselves in is just a rollercoaster in darkness.
Thinking:Where does it lead is the question?

Yep Free !

cheeky, cheeky, cheeky...thats what someone thought when he got my message.well shock shock ding dong.its real am giving out free stuff -tshirts ,posters (brands of "something perfect"),and books also.well there it goes,("he's crazy" you say) am just doing what God instructs me to do.wetin i go do nah.To get your free bundle just read one of the inspiring blogs leave a comment with your code name and phone no/bb pin.then ill get back to you asap,some might be personal delivery or you go pick up.
This is a long journey to the climax---just hook up to the community,there is absolute Sense Admitting You (SAY).
you're absolutely free to hook up your write up with me (as long as it's on the same road track with this vision)
for folks outside the boistering and noisy territory of Nigeria,getting your freebies is still a little puzzle,but bet ya ill get it to you.so ya all enjoy the archive and be a better person everyday.love love love
Lamii thanks (you know what)

HOW TO HIDE THE MURDER WEAPON

I stared at my plate with such disdain challenge, gazing at the magnitude of what I’m about to embattle. It’s been 18 minutes of subtle engagement with the palatables (spices) on my plate, now here’s the grand finale. This is the point where others say “am done” for me it’s “I just started” - what a climax -.
So I engaged this humongous meat bone (honestly it was), crushing, biting, scrapping, sucking, licking and crushing again –thinking only of the beauty of life in this embarrassing and satisfying process, (having an indurate expression ,I couldn’t even hear the hollering and chattering of kids around me, all was a tender mute)I continued what my mouth and teeth was good at doing – CRUSHING –
15 mins elapsed and my squinky face expressed VICTORY. ”What! Did you actually crush the bones?” my hostess expressed “or did you use something to crush the bones, how the heck did you do that?.....” on and on she went.

I actually didn’t know the magnitude of my damage until I humbly looked at my plate again,….the bone has been well crushed (victory).
“whatever you used, YOU REALLY MURDERED THAT BONE” said my host. I received that with a grand smile, a smile that lasted till the break of dawn – then a new thought kept running through my mind-
If my mouth was the murder weapon, I actually did a good job hiding it.i had the intents from my mind to crush the bone, and my mouth did just that.So now am challenged with reality, ” how do I use my mind and mouth for my living?”
The great book (bibile)says “in the mouth lays the power of life and death”.how many destinies have i crushed and marred.

“be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind” my murder case stops with the renewal of my mind, no wonder the bible said “Do not be hasty to speak when in the presence of God”(not because you have bad breath or otherwise) ,put your mind in proper order so as to articulate your words to the intellectual God .
God loved the word so much that he called himself THE WORD (how about that)
In Gen 1,nothing respected the presence of God until he spoke “…let there be….” (I guess God was putting His mind in order before He spoke,ha,ha,ha,ha) immediately everything went into scurry and obeyed His words.
After crushing the bones and satisfying “myself” ,I had a sudden precipitation to clean my hands and mouth – we savour so much to satisfy ourselves thereafter we look for the shortest ways to quickly clean up the mess.(the hurts, confusion,lies etc)
Why don’t you shut it! when your words are not salted .president Obama recently gave state of the union address, a hair raising speech (can imagine how much bags of salt would have gone to preparing the speech LOL). I sure do have a endless list of people who just speak incoherently or dangerously.(only if words come out as animated stickers, we would learn to keep it down)
WORDS can only show how better or worse off you’ve become – make conscious effort to speak ESSENCE.

I kinda understand why he gave us all one mouth, two would have been greaaaaaat destruction (double bone crusher ha,ha,ha)
Seriously I lay this in your mind to start 2012, - make every effort to hide the murder weapon, speak only the things your mind has pre-meditated, what you speak either diminishes or magnifies your situation.In the while buy some gum to keep the murder weapon fresh.
Chao.

Be job and not a job

The Lord said to satan, “very well then,everything he has is in your hands,but on the man himself do not lay a finger.Then satan went out from the presence of the Lord” –Job 1:12

Hello peeps, Christmas was quite studed,(at least the concept of its purpose is still very prominent and honoured in my thoughts).

So Christmas came and strolled on,well ill say welcome to the repentance week (yeah ,that week where everone prepares for a new year.)

Ok,ok I intend to make this article brief. Am back on the issue of job to wrap up the year. Satan leaving the presence of God must have felt like a sleek assassin working for the American government. Apparently he might have made calls to his agents saying “I got a job”.

What would the new year welcome i ask – is it tragedy, sorrow, joy, war, fear, regression, famine, victory, deliverance etcin all I know how job in the bible would have reacted if he was in our time –PATIENCE and  THANKSGIVING.

Yep that’s the key, challenges are inevitable but am sure those two key  words do work.

Bottom line is satan always has a job to do on us but the question is are you going to be like job,

So in the new year ,don’t let satan make you his JOB but you be JOB.

Chao, happy new year. promise to explore more on the human existence and how to be a better man.{what the frag is wrong with these boko haram numbs,jeeeezz} All I know is we are not of this world, and there’s more to you.

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mad goodies is coming your way in 2012,hey i mean it.be part of something big.