My thoughts exactly

Many of us have mums and dads, yet many others don't have mums or dad and most don't have any and we wonder how we'll manage alone, how we'll grow, then I discovered that somehow, someway we grow, we not just survive, but we live and then I realized that if and when we are searching for who we are, all we need do is to look to the one who has raised us, not physically now, but the spiritual and we'll find, who we really.

Innocent thief (Fragments 3)

'He's gone, baby, our little boy is gone'. Suddenly she screamed, "I saw her", "saw who?" He asked, "I saw her but I didn't know, I didn't have the strength, Nooooo!" Her husband thought she was going through pains, so he tried to comfort her, but "I saw her", she kept saying.
'Get her some food, Mr. Johnson, she needs to eat.' He rushed out, just then he heard a child cry, he turned and ran in that direction, 'my child' he cried as he ran, he stopped to see a child nursing at its mothers breast, then he began to cry again. He walked out of the clinic daydreaming, 'hoonnk, hooonk', a truck horned, 'get out of the way', the driver screamed but it was too late, he had ran him down. in deep thought, he walked into the busy road without caution, 'is he alive?'

Thoughts in Words II

As though in a movie, two men with guns chasing me every where wanting to cut short my life, they tried to catch me, but I hid myself, then they ran past my hideout and I got hold of the leader and threw him out of the balcony, he smashed his head on the floor of the parking lot, a woman rushed to the scene, she turned and caught a glimpse of my face, quickly she called the police and they got hold of me, (Nigerian police, they would not hear what I had to say, I mean, I had no witness, it was my word against the woman's, I mean she saw me throw the man, but she didn't know it was in self defense,) I had committed murder but I couldn't admit it, is this how it feels to...

Thoughts in Words

In the thick darkness of night, as all were sleeping, he felt something move, he opened his eyes but couldn't see a thing, then he noticed he hadn't closed the door properly, so he got up to close the door, as he pushed the door, the refused to be shut, he looked down to find something obstructing it, he opened the door to remove the obstacle, then, just then, something or someone came in, but he didn't know, he finally removed the obstacle and shut the door tight......

Innocent thief (Fragments 2)

Mr. Johnson's son was only two hours old when he was taken from his mother's side in their poor little farm house. His father, Johnson who had just delivered his wife of the child returned cheerfully to his farm to get his farm tools, when he heard his wife scream. He rushed back to the house to find his wife lying in a pool of blood, his son gone. He fell on his knees, mouth open, hands on his head, tears flowing freely from his eyes. He had to push himself to take his unconscious wife to the little village clinic some two kilometers from their house in Amassoma, Bayelsa State.
'Who could have done this?' He quizzed himself, while his wife, a petite chocolate skinned woman, lay helpless on the small rusty bed provided for her in the clinic. She seemed to have regained consciousness, but not her senses as she kept screaming, 'my boy! My child! Where is he?' She screamed. Johnson rushed to his wife to calm her, she grabbed his shirt and pulled on his thick hair, 'give me my son!' she screamed, she was hysterical. A nurse ran in with a syringe containing sedative and injected her, before long she was asleep with tears flowing freely from her eyes. 'What do I tell her? We didn't even get a chance to name him, Nanowei!' He cried.

'Breast feed that child woman', a man in front shouted; the baby was crying seriously, she tried cuddling the child to get him to keep quiet but he wouldn't be quiet it was as though the child knew she wasn't his mother that he had been stolen, in anger she smacked the child, in shock the child was quiet for about a second or two and then burst out in tears.....

The Truth 'bout Joseph

When you look at the story of Joseph, one would be tempted to believe that he went through all he went through in the hands of his brothers and Potiphar’s wife for his sake. I have heard many make reference to this story when they do; they just talk about his promotion from the pit to the palace.

We have to realize that all he went through was simply God sending him ahead of his family, God who saw the end from the beginning, planned for his family, He knew that at a certain time there will a great famine such that would felt all around. He gave Joseph the interpretation to Pharaoh’s dream and a wise counsel to Pharaoh, do you think God didn’t know what would happen when Joseph did those things (gave the interpretation and wise counsel)? It was all part of the plan from the beginning, the dreams Joseph had when he was yet with his parents, to working in Potiphar’s house to when he interpreted the prisoners’ dreams and then pharaoh and then became the Prime Minister of Egypt.

Innocent thief (Fragments)

Amid the clatters, the dancing, the clinking of wine glasses, the drinking and all that, he was seated quietly in a spot of solitude, getting inspired, thinking out his next plan, his next strategy, putting his thoughts together, with his hand holding his jaw, he did all this.

When he notices his quietness is becoming too obvious, he rises, gets a glass of red wine, gulps it down, and headed out to the dance with a stranger. lost in the fun, he forgot the time, he finally stole a glance at his wrist watch only to discover that it was way past scheduled time, 'I guess I'm left with the other plan', he thought as he without warning rushed out of the party to his drawing room, for it was time to put his thoughts in lines and dimensions.

His thoughts were scrambled, he couldn't put them together, he was hurt, but couldn't tell why, he was unhappy, 'today is ruined again', he managed to say, he had a load in his heart, but he couldn't tell what it was, being a loner that he was, there was no one he could talk to about it save his books. he fell on his knees and cried, cried out of pains from a heart he didn't have. Lost his heart to solitude and lonesomeness, inside he was a sweet guy who lives a lie.

A Salute to her

Raise your caps in salute to the pride of nations, to Eddies pride, stand at attention, for the honor of kings passes by, pay obeisance and do it quickly, for the most beautiful woman on earth's planet is here, bring the tributes and lay them before her feet for she is the heroine of my land.

I'm honored my queen by your presence in my life, I'm proud of myself cos you love me, I bow in greeting to you.