When we are silent 3

----But I keep Losing...you just go on and break my heart
Yeah that was my reason for leaving...I had had enough...too much of all the pain really. I loved, he shagged a girl or played bb ish and give some stupid excuse like i were a kid of 5. kmt. Once, I just thought u know what, mi o r'aye BS o! wallahi I just packed up my love and went to serve. And now, I have it easy, Owo nla ni mo ni, guys really can't be fronting on me and I just be telling the guys not to trip if they no carry pass me. Too much grind on this hustle to endure male hassle.
Ok ok Cut the lyrical ish... I'm leaving the house now, I'm dressed in a white Vivvienne Westwood dress, vlack red herring flat pumps and a matching bag.
J'adore makes the Jet pilot stop and I realise it was a friend of the family....( here's me thinking damn thank heavens dad didn't take the charter flight.) Well...I'm edibly on top of the game.
Pleasantries and We are off to Jos. Yes there is no airport in Jos but there is nothing the right amount of cash cant afford these mega-boxed firms.
At the meeting, we just sign the documents and head to lunch. Musa texts that he'd cook dinner and he bought me a nice French white with some exquisitely dodgy name like that. I fly home thinking of how much I had waited for this night.
Ok confession. I really have a soft spot for Musa. Yes I know you may be thinking *Hey doesnt that go against ur Lyrical prowess-filled rant???* Well yeah it does but he is different from all these worwor strength draining a**wipes jor. He's a brother, a friend, confidante, cook, teacher, a fabulous singer, guitarist and majorly classy arm candy. My friends think he is out for my assets but does a guy with this much heart and class aim to mess up like that? And in the last few years there has been no girls. (he is'nt gay, I checked. :p) But I'm scared this may be an illusion though, Lets see what tonight holds.
*
Home.
I can smell my favourite dish. Spring Onion and Ginger chiken stirfry with a helping of carrots, peppers and soy sauce. the aroma massaging my aching muscles and then? a kiss on the neck as as if by clock work, Stay with Me by Ese Peters envelopes the room.
I (wasn't) too late after all...as this mere mortal says he would stay.
*Pause for pulsing movevements, and the silent screams of Euphoria as food is but a forgotten memory to the timed rhythm of the music.*
#OnReplay

When We Are Silent 2

Am I too late?...


Three missed calls, one message. Dawn.  Oyinwa. How her name only brings me joy. She has made me smile these last four years in her service. Thoughts of he make me happy I had another shot at life. I didn't always bear the tag of a multi-talented steward you know?

Every position  in our lives, every place where we choose to start afresh has a story. However, we do not always choose to tell our tale...but like many others, I am unsure of what we fear. Pain? Heartache? Reopening the wounds hurt dealt us? our just bruising our pride? None but providence can tell...



                                                   *****
Ejeta Musa Ibrahim Omiakpo, known to all in my present life, as Musa Ibrahim. Multi-linguist, Infotech Graduate and programmer; Good cook with a knack for being handy. Yeah yeah I know-you are now wondering how in the world I spent the last few years in some Chic's crib as what my mama calls boi-boi right?

2005.
Programmer. InfoLex Legal Solutions. My father's company. Yes, Donatus Onajite Omiakpo is My father. Cleo Asante Tamadon, GH rep, InfoLex. The love I thought I had found. I gave her everything-my heart, my soul, my mind, my will to live and my family's major system hacks-you can trust the one you love right?  WRONG! This scheming Jezebel cleared 5 Nigerian accounts and used my cyberseal to withdraw the cash, then changed ship to my friend and started Sahel media solutions. This left me excommunicated from family -all except mum -bless her. And rather than pursue criminal proceedings with his only heir, Onajite had decided he would only internally terminate my appointment till he retired and
I'd feign leave and move to Lagos. And I had to show him that with a fraction of what I had lived on, and with only the house I had bought here  and one car I had taken from mum to fit my new low key lifestyle I could clinch legitimate cash, live in humility and find true love and not the kind to play cops and robbers with my heart.  I swore never to love again. But you  see,we are all made with the ability to make the worlds of those who love us the most fall down. The question is, can we find the one who through it all you want to stay with...because they are the ones who even when they let us down, will hold us now and always.
Since then, I have lived on minor but overpriced web design, a temperate vegetable patch I own, (Jos has wonderful weather for such) and for four years now, a steward job with a young and beautiful young woman.
                                                   *****
She has a meeting with InfoLex today. One that I have orchestrated. The private jet makes sure she gets to Jos and back in time fot me. I love her and I want to have her work for the firm I will own in a few months when my father officially retires.  I had chosen to do this from the sidelines so I can try wooing her without the fanfare. I want her to love me for me...if that is possible. So far, She is my closest friend. And as she went to Ahmadu Bello University she speaks Hausa fluently...but with her, all I have to do is look into her her eyes or say hello on the phone and she knows the content of my heart. Language is no barrier. I only hope I moved fast enough...or I may lose my diamond in the rough.

We've scheduled dinner at hers for seven. We are cooking. Hope my fear doesn't let me down...

When we are silent...1

It has always been said that one's hatred for something does all but guarantee that he never has to preoccupy himself with it. That was what Dr. Arisekola continually intoned as he strode into Legal Theory lectures.

                                                           *****

Oyinwa Philips.  Defence Attorney. Sounds great doesn't it? Yeah even in my ears it does...But it didn't always sound so good. I really just wanted the solitude of music and litterature...but Arisekola knew his onions when he made that statement his maxim for legal theory. I sit on my bed right now as I patiently await sleep. PING. I have to be present at a meeting tomorrow and sound vaguely official an no, I can't say no. I'm on leave. Why now? EA Davidson and Sons Chambers, the firm I work for will be signing a deal with InfoLex Legal Solutions Ltd, an Info-Legal software company. I honestly have only ever heard about the deal and the signing in passing.  So getting a BBM from my boss, Mr Efe Davidson stating that I am to be present at a brunch meeting with the Reps from infoLex is a bit like huh? why? but a young but favoured Senior Partner does not turn down an opportunity to shine. And the bosses say it will be an easy score for me cos I'd dazzle them with a smile and quick wit. Ha! anything to make a fast legit million right? Smh.

On the flip side, this should give me company for at least one day during my six-week leave.
Stay with Me by Ese comes on for like the umpteenth time. I levitate and feel like love is beautiful then cry cos all men fall but some are despicable. Love or not. I wish I had asked that question...Will he cleanse me when I fall??? Right now? I'm trying not to crawl back to what I thought was Love...

                                          *****

Story for another day.


Clutching a drenched pillow, I make to call up Musa, My steward and brother from years of solitude since my youth in this house all by myself; just too tell him we wouldn't be going on that drive I had suggested as work beckoned and also to tell him to kindly wake me up for 7...Ring, Ring, R---*phone slips from ear*

...

Breaking the Silence on Ese Peters

Ese Peters.

I first heard this name musically in  late 2010 (Merry Christmas- Eva ft Ese Peters.) And as a music head, I began to search for other gems by this fresh breath of amazing. And everything from covers to his own work have really left me awe struck. I had read many reviews of his music and I decided to give him a listen myself.  
From the start, I had expected to be pleasesd with his talent. But as  I type, I really feel his heart in his music...it makes you think the world can sometimes revolve around what we feel inside sometimes. And delivery? Classic. With tracks like Wetin I go do, Walk Away and brand new single Stay with me, this young but gifted Nigerian musician is sure to leave a lasting footprint in global music...making music that is universal as well as his...

Enjoy...

Click link for Stay with me- http://www.notjustok.com/2011/08/29/ese-peters-stay-with-me/#idc-container  
 And for other amazing stuff see www.reverbnation.com/EsePeters
   xxo
da_sweetthin.

The mind's picture...in high Resolution

The teardrop stood still as I heard;
Remembering all the times I actually cared for selfish ramblings of a child that never really grew.

Asking what to do? As the hurt felt so new, different, kinda like it were opium seeping through the veins of another new addict, totally oblivious of the perils to come in the form of deletion of feeling...

But I had felt it before...why was this alien? Why did my blood go cold? Why did that split second hold my life in the balance? Wasn't she the dress thief in the hidden coral reef of my past that I hailed as "Cara" because I saw her for what she painted-Spring's bidding new leaf? My hearts little dress thief...

But the relief is in knowing that no one will eat our harvest for us bt we, the planter. I say we because a blue blooded maiden has decided to leave the picture of poppies where it belongs...Seeping into the sands of time ravaged by Neptune's salt water of Justice.

I pause for redress...Forever...

All time low...*

I'm in a really shitty mood right now and I wanted to write.


Everywhere else seemed a tad too private and though everything you read here is a 100% my personal THOUGHTS, I want my mind to be looked into, seen for what it is, by friends, foes, family and the odd majorly bored person, searching for an escape.

Right now, I'm putting together a French thesis resubmission (yeah I am no geek, I'd rather do amazing things with my summer but things happen.) And for reasons ranging from convalescence-just finding my feet since my last entry, to anger with myself for not fighting hard and long for the freedom to do what I want with my life-Law??? like seriously??? Kmt* I'm on a major low right now.


Sooo I'm thinking I'll start the rest of our plot with you guys. I'm shaky and without my BB by my side, so...it may not be perfect.(most of my work over the last 3 months r on it...) but I love to plot more than life(and the L word!) sooo...here goes!

P.s
Lol I'm glad you all read to this point and I love you profusely for reading my rant! (The real rant can't be published as I am a clean writer and would NOT Dis people or things on my blog!) 

It's good to be back! The plot entry will be done in 4 weeks. I will post up poetry soon too as well as an insightful look at an amazing Nigerian Alt-Rocker, guitarist, singer and song-writer-The amazing Ese Peters.

Till then,

A bientot!

da_sweetthin

Truths, Lies and ish with maybe Written in bold LETTERS

 I'm a girl
You just might be a guy
Yes not all birds fly....

A Cheater wil always deny till u bring a tale-teller nigh...
I hate it when i cry....
Cos it makes it makes me afraid to die...

Pain is Relative.

Thats y it is equated with the a four letter word used to cause so much of it....Y? because people fall in HOLES and call it Love....then they get up from them feeling like they've got prolonged "magun" Without a distributee to take it away.... KmT

God loves all...
Jesus Loves ME...yes MEEEE!
If u want Him to Love U too?
Be willng to DIE for HIM

Anxiety is there so we know we need to be on bended knees...if u dont believe me ask BEP...

Sanity doesnt exist...
Insanity is the botched up end of the futile quest to seem sane to the world...

nothing is static..nt even change....so neva waste time with people that expect you to stay the same for them...

Love does not come at first anything..i have my reasons for saying this people...and if you fall u will get up....albeit Shamefully...which is y the best way is to walk into it...y? if u walk out u can even take the Liberty to Waltz.....Take lessons...

If u test her and she fall ur hand it doesnt mean she is a tramp....u tested her remember???? This can be switched to favour dudes too cos yup...We do it too...
 
Ikebe no be money all the time....
She loves it when u sing to her....yeah u lot can change to suit u 2...

Not everything said on the pillow is heartfelt the exact way u WANT it to be....bt u see, when its said on the pillow....it gets misinterpreted...Not by him/her tho.....by U.

Angels Fly Away....Only heaven knows if they'll come another day....
If they do, live each day like its ur last...*airkiss*

Spice is sweet....*

too much is SOUR....*

JAGZ is Hot...*TANGENT*

Thinking of U takes me far over 10 seas like a boat with intergalactic capabilities...(pst....u over there....i no u aint wearing a dunce hat bt there are really 7 waters....so no new theories welcome puhleeez!)

Innocence is never gone unless u close ur eyes to ur spirit....it also doesnt exist if ur aim is to look the part they want you to play...

He is NOT going out with you cos u Hang girll please....

Being silent about it is just a way to say this ish is sweet meen bt m ge le dudu no K'ocho * figurative idoma...get a translator* or listen to Implication and get the negative + please... Or he is just quiet...bt th first is more likely...

I'm walking Away...*

Don't cry for me.....*




His misson is to present the gift without the curse....But it is a curse to chase/demand his cash....
*na love we go chop*-in the affirmative is meant to be the deal sometimes...

Shepe does not  mean home with u....if u no fess up u go fuel sum kain onome like that o! Ogogogoro mistress Toh'oni gbese oshi ni o....so hold ur cash


I am nothing...
Without You...
*RANDOM FACT*
Softish rock is soooooo sexy....*GUESS whats playing???*


SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO


That'll never Stop basking in thots of U....
Jacked up the rest of this.....

But that is what makes this Mine...being every bit of urs....
Like i promised a certain day wld be

Besos *

Peephole to my soul

My  first Semi-erotic poem.....
I got some help for this....


How do you....

Make me proud
Keep me strong
Stay so close;
I need no clothes

Make me need you,
Start to crave you
Get depraved
But still seem brave.

Then my mind is in rivers,
My body quivers
Hormones Deliver
Nerves violently sliver
At the thought of you.

With the morning dew,
comes renewed thoughts of you
 As the day is new,
  Fresh fire Ensues.

The world makes me a recluse
But you make me break loose
Keep me warm thru the blues
I know u know
but i should still have said it
it's way overdue
But i will say i'm in love with you.....


E be like say water don pass garri
Haske na
mia na
Oche kum
Obi m
Gishiri na
Fitila na
Agbara mi
Nkem
Nwoke oma m
Dunia na

If i no yan this ish now na kpai be dat o
Lol
ok... fine... enuf....
back to this...

My world
My light
even in the dark, u turn my lights on....to effortlessly knock them off in a calculated breath...
You do more than sate me...u complete the circle
Like each Luna cycle...

And with each chuckle
u engulf my soul in ur bubble
knowing exactly when to say what
Unknowingly, u make me hot
chilling my spine in the same minuite
like a blanco shot
Might as well make you the boss

At the end of the day?
U make me happy
To finally  find myself
To love hard...To Fall like im flying
In the absence of Gravity

Even in the purity of a *gasp*

For an eternity....

Besos
<3

With thanx to md.M.M

The begining of the End

Just before dawn. Hilton  Le Meridien.  Wedding morning...The player always hangs his boots up for the right one. This has to be the one. The Reawakening was awesome...Yes, I know she called it such that it seemed like we had never touched heaven together with both our hands. *Shaking my head and smiling*But this was different...Since our first time, everything seemed to be happening so fast that I guess it was more of let’s make the family happy...Smile, you go and finish Law school, pick up the stuff we must do...I miss you baby...ciao---Absolutely no intimacy. At all. I know it hurt her but her love for me kept her stronger than she felt. You know the saying the spirit is willing...It was...And it was stronger than the excruciating pain she had to endure knowing that she could give anything to ensure that she was in my arms. But both our parents decided that we had to stay apart until she   finished; and when we were together it was to be in their presence except when we were invited out by our friends and even then we had a squeaky-clean image to protect. Until now, 12^th of July. The Sun fell upon the dome of the Central Mosque. The water glistened-Cl additives and all. Just as I greeted dawn, my phone rings. “Morning baby...It’s finally here. I’m overjoyed.”  We both let out a giggle. Let’s let the train in and get dressed. See you at 11am. I love you.

A little after dawn. Unlike most brides-to-be I Turned my room into a music Shack...All Choc City’s greatest hits, with a sprinkle of Weezy and damn I felt like I was a spruced sweet-riding mustang with Alloy Pirellis   was playing when I rang Femi to remind him that I was on his side.

A leopard never loses his spots but years, experience, responsibility and just the right person give reason to be tame...

A Wanger Ayu Victorian Style tube Wedding dress.  Silver F. Pinet flats with a matching Diamond-set Clutch. Bridal colours-Blue and Silver.

Dressed. I just sent everyone on their way. Since I do not believe that glancing at my love is bad luck, I left my Suite to catch a glimpse of my Knight in shining armour before the wedding. Was I asking for too much? Saw him leave for the church in Maitama. Then I asked myself if I was as ready as he was. I thought too soon. I saw Eno brandishing a pistol slyly as he walked past a few people on my floor. I hid behind a bodyguard of a guest at the hotel. I asked him who he worked for when I had felt relatively safer. He said Justice Tai Oyeyemi and that he had come to secretly(at least until now) protect me. I told him I was hiding-to which he said he knew and he had asked the plain clothed-police men to accost him and handle it. Yay...I think I would love to be in a family that have me covered. *Smile* I hugged him with joy and joined the others in the Limo.

Before the worst things happen we taste the best things...and the worst is that it isn’t always death that makes us cold...Sometimes we jump before we can truly Stand. And the excruciating pain numbs our Spirits.

For me.

Keeping Faith-I Stay

“And it’s like I don’t wanna do this anymore...*

Don’t wanna see me do what I used to...” And no...I don’t want to leave...*

I said a lot of things in my past...Some of which I either didn’t mean, or I didn’t quite get the gravity of.

Wednesday is pay day. Yay...  Femi’s not up yet...*Hiss. He ate the food, kissed my forehead and went to sleep. When I text this to Korede, he called back, laughed and said “baby girl I could trade places with you...a woman that would not demand some form of satisfaction from me would be a relief...I laughed and went “Kokolicious baby...No make Cecelia hear that one oh!” Cecelia was a girl from work that had caught what Rex called the “Koko bug”- the urge to throw herself at him for no apparent reason and for no cost to him whatsoever. We talked deep into the night...while I played Scapegoat by D’banj in the little paradise I made out of the pent-house. It was almost 3am. I was getting sleepy. I was wearing the silk Lingerie I had picked out earlier but as Femi was asleep; due to long hours and jet-lag, not even my desire to look into my baby’s eyes made me disturb his sleep. I feigned a yawn after a while and told Rex I thought it was time we went to sleep. He heard all I didn’t say...told me to change the track and turn it down...and the sleep would come...I smiled and told him he was an asset to me, said Nitey-nite and waited to hang up...

I stay- Eva was on replay at chamber volume...I was drifting off to sleep amidst a stream of tears and my hand undecidedly on my left thigh, stroking and pulling back; telling myself I was happy after all so why did I feel like something was missing... didn’t two years teach me that I was meant to be here?...Stroking felt better...Like it was done for me...*I began to cry some more---Angry, almost violent, question-filled tears. Then a whisper...”I’ll tell you everything and I’ll Stay too my love...I’ll make it aight trust me----”...moved to hold him...”Shhh...Let go of everything...the world, your thoughts, your fears everything. Let me only be able to hear your heartbeat...systole, diastole...I want you to answer every question in 10 seconds ... I...yes-yes –yes-you-never-always-with...all of me...forever ---- you know I’m ready-----*gasp*...*Static shock* #Oleku.

v  And that was the tale of the Awakening...Abaya lo style...*

Regret don't cut bread...

She hung up. She Thrashed my life. OK I admit, I want her back right now cos I now know what she stands to gain even if she left the silly daddy’s boy she calls husband-to-be. But I loved her...I worshipped her. I lived for her. I lost out on things for her sake, only to end up frustrating her out of a life I wanted to live with her forever.  I feel like such a fool. The last time I felt like she loved me was two years ago-but even then, she didn’t. She was in her second year in Uni. I had called her up at about 3am and she sounded hungry. For me. I told her I loved her and I took her through a routine I knew so well...It was in the middle of this routine that I heard her tell me she wasn’t in love with me but that that she loved me a lot. I got angry...but she was my angel; and I knew, or so I thought, that if I made her hit just as hard as I could make her in ten minutes, she’d love me more than just a lot. I was gravely mistaken. As she sighed in relief, I sensed a certain detachment-as in OK stupid I hit but I do not feel like you’re superman...*

I had always been extra protective over her as we were in different cities, countries, fields and different circles. But she, on the other hand was free with me, she let me ride. I went where I wanted, did as I pleased, runs’d a couple of gullible dupes-mostly ladies-notice I said ladies-comfortable overseas-based 30ish ladies. Yeah Yve wanted to kill me when she found out...but other than the day job, a dude’s gotta hustle...#MustNeverDullit! But one night, I made her flip. She was at SWE with someone I found out was a contact of hers...Official stuff, no side orders...I was with the boys for the night. She had said she wasn’t gonna be coming over to the house that night, for official reasons...She worked with an entertainment company on the side...Links with the top guys apparently...anyhow, she had kept it from me. The guys were telling me about my girl being at the bar that night with some heavyweights. I looked Stunned. They were like “Guy. She no yan u sey na here she go be tonight? That one na tori o. She dey tanda inside VIP with some publicist dude like that... Korede O. abi wetin dem dey call am. I promptly walked to the VIP area, called her Cell and asked her where she was. She was heading outside to answer the call. The dude thought to follow her just for the safety of it apparently, but I was a fool in Love. I Slapped her just as she got out and had simultaneously said she was at an official outing. She Screamed! “You useless bastard! You chop Whisky bottle abi? Useless Retard! I’m here to promote a record and you come here to cause a useless scene you sentimental nincompoop! It’s Tito’s record-The Journey’s First date of its 14 day launch and you come here to ruin it! Consider the rest of your life absolutely Ruined! And yes,  It’s ruined...I begged her, I cried...I bought 2000 flowers with *Hustle Cash* I took her out. I hastily got engaged thinking She would Smile @ me after that...But no...I lose.

#LoveisForMagas

-Eno

The sting of venom

The thing about pictures is; they make a moment last a lifetime...but lifelessly.

That’s why beauty is like a picture...fading seems as certain as the glorious moon for the scorching sun that births a new day.

In life we search for a brighter day...

When we can find it by looking the other way...

So I said yes. Finished Irish Law at the Kings’ Inn. I’m in Abuja. Nigerian Law School. Prepping to become the senior associate partner at Tai Oyeyemi & sons. Daddy Tai Tai had a son. Femi. He had prayed for many sons when he started the firm but The Lord gave him one seed that he loved with all his heart at the beginning of his old age and at the Zenith of his fame as a Legal practitioner. He had inculcated Femi with a love for the Law which grew to surpass his as he advanced in years. Daddy had just given us the firm as an engagement present. “So Law School would be fun”, I thought as the chauffeur drove into Asokoro. He also gave us seven properties in my maiden name, for legal reasons, in places he knew we would love- two in Lagos, one in Abuja, which was my destination. One in Kaduna, One in Asaba, and two in Oyo. I had agreed to a name change ahead of the wedding to aid me take up the place assigned to me as I was now a fresh but seasoned lawyer as my transcripts had read. 

Femi was to come over in 12 hours. That meant I had to cook for him ahead of time. I had been accustomed to living on pasta, rice, Indomie noodles and peppered snail for the last 3 months through the final part of Law school....switching to just noodles for the dress I had bought to wear to see Daddy Tai Tai to have a certain fit and it had worked, but after that I had feared the kitchen as I had become hungry for some food and even my snails didn’t quite fill the void of crash diets even one that means to can eat 10 snails for dinner.

Just as I had taken the soko leaves from Abass, and proceeded to wash and slice them, my phone rang...I answered with caution as the number was hidden but it had been calling  for the best part of the day...Yve...

Only one person called me that...”Eno---“I sheepishly replied.

“I’ve been mute for so long...”began. “Do NOT think it’s because I intend letting you go without a fight.” Where did you meet this guy and what made you keep your relationship secret until I was ready to spend the rest of my life with you ruthless b****??! 0-0?

                                                                                                

Like only Heaven knows what, I retorted with Holy and dare I say it, justified anger”...if you were so keen on keeping me you would have at least paid attention to something other than your useless ego instead of picking useless fights and making me detest you with the exact same passion with which you  claim to have loved me. Now that you have lost me why can’t you do us both a favour and take a hike?!?  “Easy for you to say, you are the one who’s now Membu-Oyeyemi, joint-heiress of the largest Law firm on the Continent.  Why would you want me to claim back what was always mine?  You Scheming Temptress. I had just about had it... I was meant to be cooking for my heartthrob not talking to this Imbecile. OK. One year after my engagement to Femi and he deems it fit to appear in my life claiming some shitty rubbish about love??! 1 year Kwanu. Eziokwu  k’o di. #EdonDeyMadt. “pssst  Shurrrrrrip--- I replied in the same way any butter chic that is provoked would...(fonÉ don Kasala be dat) you foolish fellow.  Ole Buruku Oshisco Oshi. Love for what? ME? Or the money I seem to now have to my name? No come here use yahoo sense onTop my head o! I badt pass that mehn. #IDonDIDiT”! *Click* Call Ends. Supper Ready. Now to pick out that Silk Lingerie I know he likes.... #KiittyCaT Stuff... #LoveSTONED

For MR me...*

The voice you never hear

Adanna lay still and happy as I disentangled my body from hers. Eight am. The doorbell rang and I thought it best to answer it without waking her...Alas who was at the door but Tinuola!

How did she find me here?? She was my secretary. And no, I didn’t have a fling with her. She had trailed me here it turned out; soon after we had left because a certain relative of Eno’s unknown to us had spotted us leaving for Calabar last night and that had resulted in a storm of the Chambers by the aggrieved family asking to be told where her boss had taken their bride. She had covered for me though by saying she was unaware and that Dana had come to the Chambers to seek a Lawyer to underwrite her signing of publishing rights under the Pseudonym WINa A, for her new ghost novel 3 hours before their arrival and that she had proof of this .I’ve got to hand it to Tinu, she was abreast of the actual details from watching happenings around the Chambers, Soirées and all that and she neither asked questions or gave info. A true legal exec. Dad had wanted us to tie the knot just after I was drafted into the firm but we didn’t click as more than friends and we knew it was best to stay as such and right now I’m happy for it. I pranced around the Living room area while Tinu sat down patiently on the sofa, blending into the stillness of our surroundings. Just then, my princess woke up feather headed and filled with love in her eyes when she stopped short of calling me darling upon seeing Tinu. She looked at me intently trying to come to terms with the intruder; who sensed this and related fearlessly the ordeal of the previous night. “Tell them I left with my lawyer for the meeting and that I’ll be back in a week”, Dana replied.  “And if they push it, I’ll go home in 3 days-WITH Femi. I shuddered at the thought of how soon she was willing to put everything on the line for me. Does she know how easy it is for her to just marry this guy and live happily ever after?? Yes she doesn’t love him but he worships her and he still sends shivers through her innermost being. According to her, he would all but touch her and send her to highest heaven-but it would be short-lived as she would act up and call for me by his side. He’d vex and nag her over it for weeks, but as he worshipped her, she only had to let out a giggle and act pretty while he but held her hand and he was on top of the world again.  Asked why she couldn’t love him and she said it was because her heart was already where it never wanted to leave...With me... She gave a reason that made me sure she was mine.

Even pain the thought of you pulls me through.

Every morning, you make my joy new

As refreshing as the morning dew

Are life’s priceless lessons I learn from you

Make me feel like a Rose in spring

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And now...to Tinapa by boat. Those Hollandaise pieces won’t buy themselves. I’m proposing tonight...The ring has been paid for .Diamond and Sapphire. She once told me she didn’t care about the kind of stuff she got because it was all about the love for her. Agreed but I know that they will please her though, Na Hausa pikin she be con get Igbo blood join am so me I sabi sey as e no dey find my moni reach I no fit dull this runs.

P.s Can you keep a secret?

Femi.

The Realisation...

I disappeared into a world of my thoughts. I began to relive the good as well as the bad times of this relationship- The times when I knew I had wronged him or that I was hurt by him.  It wasn’t very long before Femi walked in and unknown to me he heard me say...

To the one that transports my soul without stress

The one that clothes me with his love better than any fancy dress

I pledge all my love

He said gently but firmly enough for me to hear, Je t’aime aussi Dana. It’s almost 10 pm and I’m starving darling hurry. I threw on a pair of shorts, a white gold-sequin- embroidered caftan and gold earrings. He was wearing a black caftan with silver embroidery, black trousers a black leather Rotary watch and black leather slippers. We decided to do the 30 minutes’ walk down the hill to the ranch restaurant the wind dragging us down hill as I thanked God I had a pashmina scarf to hand. Just before we walked in, I was given a bouquet of white roses by the usher at the door with a note that said:

Nothing but flowers for the Rose of my life while a glass of white wine was but for the Keeper of his heart’s vineyard.

I hugged him and we chose to sit on the mountain terrace for dinner, which we had noticed that we were too full with Love for ourselves to eat but we decided we wanted Afang soup in bowls with as much tender meat, snails and periwinkle as was possible and a desert of Caramel cake topped with Hagen Daaz Baileys Ice-cream.*

With dinner that light but tasteful and with the aforementioned soup being one that has been said and proven to leave young love in what we shall call a *State* by virtue of its aphrodisiac qualities, we had to be shuttled back to our chalet where we just found ourselves feeling almost subconsciously on each other as one kiss turned to two and our love let our rather patient hormones sweetly deliver a titillating explosion of *Amazing* I was ready...so as many of you as may be thinking it was non-aggressive advantage-taking for a want of a less criminal, it wasn’t. The notes I hit were ground-breaking I was happy. Away from the Status-quo. Away from the pain of a possessive sad man in love with the one that made him smile away the sorrow of another heartless beast of a woman. I was being that beast now but I was happy-tonight, now, here in this place with Femi...

What will it be? How could he ask me what would it be? Was I a magician? Could I just faint and cancel the traditional wedding? I paced intently round my room for what I found out from mum were twenty uninterrupted minutes-and this is a girl that can’t exercise for more than 25 at a stretch. I intently searched my mind for the smoothest way to get away .I Looked at my searching mother, smiled and let my mouth open while I picked up an already packed bag filled with a black silk casual evening gown, flat pumps and a matching purse. It also had a fresh set of clothes for the next few days, even though I’d have to wear my denim pants twice but that’s the least of the issues now.”Mum I’m going out. I know it’s quite impromptu but I have to.” At that exact moment, I text Femi. “I’ll be @ yours in 1 hour. Get dressed. Book Aero tickets. Calabar tonight. Don’t ask; just do as I tell you.” Mum looked at the bag slung on my shoulder. “Don’t you have a smaller bag for this your unplanned outing? When will you be back? What do I tell your people? ““Let me worry about that mum---no tell them I said I needed to sign some things and pick up stuff for work.” A quick peck on her cheek and I’m off to the Island. By taxi, to avoid suspicion. I also made a quick stop at a glo shop to pick up the only sim that worked at my final destination and a number that nobody knew.  Femi looked distraught as I sauntered into his house. I smiled and told him I wasn’t married yet; to which he heaved a sigh of relief. He had booked the tickets as I instructed and as I had just handed in my latest Ghost novel which was to be called Under the Amarillo Tree, I had paid for one of the villa apartments in advance. We were ready.
At the airport, I spotted Ini, Eno’s cousin who was to be heading to my house for an after party. #WeBlessGod4ArmaniShades. She didn’t see me. We flew into Calabar in an hour. By 3pm we were on a five hour trip to paradise.


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We got into our Chalet exhausted, hungry and in need of a shower. I had asked the Concierge to get us some Chocolate powder and fresh milk from the dairy. Obudu was to be our home for the next seven days. I went to have a bath only to find out that my Jacuzzi was filled with lather and fresh rose petals...it smelt as though I had stepped into a slice of heaven as I allowed all of my being be numb to everything else in my life-Eno and his family who I had albeit heartlessly left to feel unwanted, my parents; well thankfully they won’t really feel the disgrace as they never really wanted the marriage anyway and I had given a tangible reason for my absence and Femi my love who I had left to find his heart while I fraternised with a man I presently despise...

Oh love and his feigned demise...

What ever will be...

The car stopped outside my door, powered off and we got out. Femi gestured for a hug which I walked into with a tad of caution. If I had not held his right hand in a clasp and stayed silent after a while, he would have been of the impression that I was one of such young ladies now popularly referred to as “Kele”. He was as sensitive to this as he was to my inability to respond to his note. He whispered that he was patient, would wait till I knew that I was ready and gave me a somewhat benevolent peck on the forehead and walked me up the stairs. “Have lovely night Angel”, he said as he reluctantly let my left hand out of his grip...

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A still knock on my room door brings me back to the present...”Come in”. Mum walks into my room with a solitary pair of red and white roses in hand. “These are for you my dear child”, She says. Attached to them was a note made out like it were a royal parchment with “Dana O.” written in bold Italic handprint with metallic blue ink. It was something only Femi could do, although at this time, this had become something of revelry, with work and the guys taking so much of his time that it was just our love and our silent or understated acknowledgement of it that kept or restarted the fire of the first real mature love I had ever felt. I took a quick glance at my phone only to discover that he had replied my text...An early Wedding present  D...wait for it...I care...even now. Yes this was really his text. A seemingly unemotional affirmation of his presence was all he gave. Now, then, all the time...When did this even start? I unrolled the paper all rolled up elaborately for my entertainment and my heart stopped. This epistle before my eyes brought a tear near.

Brighten my life was all I asked,

I vividly recall when I look to the past

But right now you have become my all.

Even when you let my heart take a bad fall; it is always only for a bit.

You take me so high I forget I have feet

Gravity is but powerless to your love.

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                                                             Even in Silence I hear your heart beat--------------

Faster...Stronger...Breathing Louder.

Gasp. Gasp, Shudder...High pitched Whisper

Damn I know I want this forever

Even as a revelry.

What will it be Dana?

We still have time...

“Love Me”

x

Hosekeeping

To everyone that talked about missing my updates...


I've got 1 word...
STUDY!

No worries, I have a 4th installment to To See Another Day already done...Waaaaay b4 December even Started...I'm back here by next Thursday... I miss pouring out my heart to as many of you as read this. As a belated Christmas present, I shall put up a poem I wrote last week at a 20-minuite-Lunch break in the Library.


I also have a lot planned for our lil escape haven this year...I am officially posting all the other 27 notes I had on FB  over the last 2 years...p.s Notes are the FB alternatives to  blog posts...They may let you all into my  life-The one in my mind...


Also anything you want my take on this year shall be discussed via blogposts this yr...

I can't wait for this yr to kick off...Can u?

But right now??


STUDY!

Much Love,

da_sweetthin