FAMILY MAN

 The lights went off and I shut my laptop down in anger. I had wasted a lot of time typing out reports trying to meet a deadline and just when I needed to submit them, the laptop ran out of power and the mifi didn't have network. So I was justifiably angry wasn't I? I sat up, looking around my office as the heat descended.

THE THRILL 2

The drive to the airport was long and uneventful. We were silent through the journey, and my mind fleeted between wondering what he was thinking about, and when would be the best time to inform him that I have never gotten on an airplane. I was woken up by a soft shove, I didn’t even know I had dozed off.

When it was time for takeoff, I squeezed her hands so hard, he let out a loud yelp dragging the attention of people around us, but I didn’t let go. That was the second time we had bodily contact. The first time being during the payment of my bride price, when I had to give him wine from a cup. Our fingers had brushed.

NOTHINGNESS

I walked away from the fire, with the wind against my face. I am glad for the wind. The fire would burn brighter and hotter. I willed myself not to turn back, not to look back. The only thing that should remain of the place I once called home, should be ashes.

I didn't care that it was my sweat that was burning down, didn't care that all I nurtured and treasured was in there. I just didn't care.

TO LOVE A STRANGER

Jas opened her eyes and stared at the pot bellied man who had been yapping for 30 mins non stop. "why couldn't some people understand that a flight is not a place for loud talking?". Then she looked at the young man beside him whose only crime was being unfortunate enough to get the seat next to mr. yapper.

MR AND MRS

She stepped out of the cab and straightened her gown, not that it did any good, the fabric barely covered her butt.

The cab guy had an eyeful.

He gave her a smirk as he handed her the change.

She ignored him and walked into the large compound.

MR AND MRS

Lily lay silently on her bed.

She didn’t move when Felix walked in. Maybe she either didn't notice, or she didn’t care.

He stood at the doorway, wondering what could be eating his wife up. She had been acting strange since he came back from work.

That time of the month,maybe.

“Cherie” he said in a soft tone.She turned her face towards him.

“What's the matter?” he asked. He moved to sit on the bed.He placed his hand on her feet.

“There's no problem”.

 She withdrew her feet from his palm.

Silence.

He sighed and sat still beside her.

MR AND MRS

I sat in my car and watched my wife drive off with her latest conquest. From where I sat, he didn’t look anything more than twenty-five. I waited for five minutes, to give them a head start, before starting my car.

I get home, and my daughter opens the door for me. I give her a hug and walk into the living room, where her mother, my wife is seated working on her laptop.

“Welcome darling” she says standing up and taking my briefcase from me. I fall into a chair, and she kneels beside me and removes my shoes.

MR AND MRS

I lay on my bed quietly.I must've killed Josh a thousand ways from Sunday....and then some.

Sometimes I wonder how he convinced me to marry him.

 Maybe I was tricked into this marriage, maybe I was drugged. The videos and pictures of the wedding seem alien to me.
   

I look really happy
Scratch that!

We look really happy. Assuming I believe the smiles on our faces.
Crap!

These days I don’t know what to believe.

 Eleven years and three and half kids down the line and I find myself wondering what in damnation I was thinking.

 Was I high?

MR and MRS

Abbey watches the young girl walk into the sitting room. She has on a short black gown, a belt accentuates her small waist thus emphasizing the flare of her hips.
She has a dazzling smile on her face. Orits offers her a seat, which she takes and crosses her legs exposing some part of her thighs. Abbey nods his head, the girl has beautiful legs.

 At least she looks good Abbey thought. He was doing this for Orits, anything to get her to stop nagging him about being stressed.

HUSBAND AND WIFE.....smh

An email from a wife to her husband.


I know you're upset.You have every right to be. I know you feel like you've been manipulated,but just know that everything I did was because I love you and the children.
Please don't blame Christie, it wasn't her fault, I talked her into it. I guess being my best friend has it own occupational hazards. I don't know how much she told you, but her having sex with you, was solely my idea not hers.

THE INCIDENT

All she saw was darkness when she opened her eyes.

She felt slightly woozy and her head hurt.

MY SPOUSE

Hey baby,"Caroline said as she kissed her husband's cheek.

"Sorry I'm late"Timi said with a small voice.

"Exactly, did I expect anything less when I married a Senior Partner at a Lawfirm.?"She said picking up his brief case.

"I threw the food into the micro wave as I saw your car pull up"She said carrying his brief case into the room.

He walked towards the dinning table and sank into one of the chairs.

He was beyond exhausted.

MR AND MRS

Eze dipped his ball of akpu into the bowl of soup, and put it into his mouth, immediately making a face. He turned to his friend Ibe, who was eating his food and scrolling through his phone at the same time.
“O boy, who cooked this food?” he asked whispering.

 Ibe looked up at his friend “My wife.. why are you asking?” he said looking into his friend’s plate.

“hmmm nothing” Eze said, as Nkem walked into the dining room carrying another serving pot. She smiled at Eze, and offered him more soup. Eze declined with a vigorous shake of his head.

YOU CHEAT,...YOU DIE!!!!

Sotonye's hands shook as she picked up the gun.

She could still hear them in the guest room.

CRAZY TWIST

Time seemed to move slower as she stared at  the nozzle of the gun being pressed against her husband's temple.

The stink of fear was over powering in the living room as the married couple stared in terror at the three intruders that had broken into their home.

The three masked men had bound the couples' hands behind their backs and forced them to their knees.

"Please..."  she heard Tokini say as her husband pleaded for their lives.

MR AND MRS

“Bankole I know how much you love your mother, I love my mum no less but…”

“But what Ada? I wonder where all this is coming from” Bankole interjected looking at his wife in dismay.

“Baby listen to me, I know how unbelievable it sounds, but your mother doesn’t like me. She has never hidden that fact from me. She is nice to me in your presence, but the moment your back is turned, she turns into an entirely different person.” Ada told her husband.

MR AND MRS

Daisy opened one of her eyes, and looked at Tommy who had both eyes shut and was seriously praying. She shook her head, and kept staring at him with just one eye.
“Lord give my wife the ability to be understanding, she should know that the economy is melting down, she should know that things are not easy, give her a heart to manage, to manage for love, to manage as the home maker…..”

Tommy went on for five more minutes, at the end of which Daisy shouted a resounding “AMEN”


Daisy sat at the dining table, waiting for Tommy to come out of the room for breakfast. He came in, looking dapper in a grey suit. She stood up and served him breakfast. She waited for him to start his meal, then she said “Honey bunch, so how much are you leaving for me for what we discussed last night?”
 Tommy looked up at her
“Sugar pie, you of all people should know how it is, the construction sector is having a real problem, cash is not coming in. I don’t have any money”

Daisy looked at her husband and smiled. “Bee hive, are you saying nothing for me?”

THE MORNING AFTER

Furo woke up with a terrible headache. Eze's arm lay lazily on her waist .
The sunlight was streaming in through the windows that Saturday morning.
she slowly sat up on the and massaged her forehead.
"Next time.......",she whispered to herself,
"....don't dance so close to the speakers.....no matter how drunk you think you are."
The ringing in her ears just wouldn't stop.It felt like a small parade of drum beats and wild flashing images were going on in her head.
For the life of her,she couldn't recall how many shots of Vodka she'd had that night. Her last count was Six......or Seven(maybe Eight)she just wasn't sure.
Everything else after that, was a blur of loud music,cigarette whiffs,sharp taste of alcohol and bodies pressed up against her.
It had been crazy,she thought to herself, but it had also been fun.She hadn't had that much fun in a long time.

christmas poem

the bells on sleighs are ringing
kids Christmas tunes are singing
parents gifts of love are bringing
yea tis a season to be jolly
lovers kiss under the holly
if u get a cat name her molly

tis d season