When They Go The Extra Mile.....

We live in times when we all need each other to carry us through to our destination. There's no one man in this world who would say they do not need anyone. We all need somebody. 

Most of the time, it counts to know someone because they facilitate things for us and make our lives easier.  A man cannot get married alone: he needs the presence of family and friends.  A man cannot hold a funeral alone: the presence of loved ones makes it easier to pull through the grieving period.  I doubt if there's any one man who has held a funeral alone. Even one man cannot carry the casket hence they need for pall bearers.

In business, we need someone. In educational pursuits, someone can make a difference. In ill health,  you need someone.  Everyone  needs a helper at some point.  When we find help or that helper what do we do?

People are forced to always be at their best when they feel appreciated. Help should be followed by gratitude. Gratitude for the help received by the recipient.  Saying thank you is one of the simplest things in life but I just realized that showing appreciation and saying thank you is an art you need to acquire.

I have wondered countless times how people live their lives without mumbling a 'thank you.' I just discovered that mostly,  it is just missing in the vocabulary of people. You can't force them to say it and nothing will cause them to say it. Even the Bible says to give thanks in all things. I think it is  crass behaviour not to say thank you.  When a girl agrees to go on a date with you and the date is over, a thank you won't spoil anything. When a guy holds out the door for you, its just nice to say a thank you.  When the waiter serves your order a thank you won't change the fact that you are paying your own bill.

It doesn't matter what you are getting out of someone,  thank you is just appropriate for all situations.  Don't pester someone so much for a favour only to get it and not show appreciation.  It doesn't matter your status in life, it is crass behaviour not to say that phrase. I remember the story of a friend who played hostess to a group of young men from church after several persuasions from them. She finally invited them to lunch. Days on, she waited for them to just say a simple thank you. Afterall she had put so much time, effort and energy into cooking the meal. She went the extra mile to cook them lunch and went the extra mile to report them to their Dad for not saying thank you. I found that a bit extreme though.

People should learn to say thank you.  It doesn't cost much. People should learn to use that phrase often, it takes nothing away from you. Parents should inculcate in their children the art of saying thank you.  It is just polite to say it. It makes a person want to do stuff for you always.  It tells people who you are.

The next time someone goes the extra mile for you, don't forget we live in a busy world where people  only make time to go the extra mile for you. Stop with the crass behaviour, remember to say thank you.  You lose nothing when you say it.

Buhari declares his assets, hehehehehe.

Busy week, finally its
Friday night...

Have a drink with your favourite person,  talk gibberish, forget the worries of the past days and kiss like there's no tomorrow.  Enjoy your weekend! !

Your Time Will Come Too!!

'While the world looks upon me
as I struggle along..
they say I've got nothing but they are so wrong..
in my heart I'm rejoicing
Oh how I wish they could see..
thank you Lord for your blessings on me.

There's a roof up above me
I've a good place to sleep
there's food on my table
and shoes on my feet
you gave me your love Lord and a fine family. ..
thank you Lord for your blessings on me'

Thank you Lord by the Easter brothers is my opening song.

There are moments in our lives when there's this one particular thing that we desire and that one thing if it happens,  can change our entire lives. Call it a glitter of hope; a dream you have held so dear. Something that means the world to you, that thing that just comes to give you a perfect ending to this script you are writing. It does not necessarily mark the end but it symbolises a step towards the end.

For some, it is the gift of a child, for others, it is an academic dream, for some, a significant other and mostly everyone has that one thing they crave for which is seen as a necessity in their lives. I mean without it, life isn't exactly meaningless but mostly, they are considered incomplete by the observers on this field of life. Sometimes in life we wait forever for those little but big things.

The other night, at the feast of miracles,  someone I look up to told his story. It had been a long wait for his family.  Twelve years and the wait had not been smooth or easy. It had been a journey of hard work, prayer, waiting and tolerance.Enduring of insults and name calling, I'm sure there were lonely days and nights as well. I'm even sure there were sad and depressing times. I cannot envisage the tears they had to cry yet on the outside, it probably never showed because though we all have battles we are fighting, most of us do a good job of looking perky.

In the end, the long wait was worthwhile.  God came through for them. Mind you, he had been praying for others who always received that one thing that he had constantly been praying for. Yes to the scoffers he probably seemed ridiculous.  How do you help someone to acquire something you do not have? Yet it is in helping others, that the world would actually see what it is, that you are made up of.

Is there something you have been waiting for all your life for? Would that thing change your life? Would it  be the sun you have been waiting for to shine on you again? Could it be that rainfall  that brings refreshment to you? Whatever it is, no matter how long it has taken, just know that, your time will come too. Keep going!
Keep praying, keep working at it, keep helping those God has placed in your lives. Just keep doing it right, there's nothing impossible under the sun. Your time will come too!!

You inspire me.
Celebrating with my Daddy in the Lord as he celebrates the goodness of the Lord today.
Congratulations Rev and Mrs. Yalley.

Scars and Stars: Letter From Lem De Asi

Dear Little Sister,
As your big sister in this school of life, I deem it necessary to send you this piece to enlighten you on how my journey has been thus far.

I met your brother inlaw barely a year ago at the gym where I had just enrolled for three days. He worked as a gym instructor in addition to his regular job. I must admit he swept me off his feet with his muscle toned body. Days on, I looked forward to my time at the gym as if my life depended on it. It was always a delight to see him at each session.

A week on, he asked me out to dinner and I accepted to go. My dear, I had not been asked out by a man to dinner in years to even have me pay for it. I had gotten used to going to dinner alone. I went to the movies alone, attended shows alone and went shopping alone. I had become comfortable with being alone; just me. My life became a routine, you could predict me. I went to work, then to the gym and back home. If I had to go out I went alone or with girlfriends.  So  all week, I looked forward to our dinner date and went shopping for new clothes for our date. When saturday finally came, I met him at the Golden Fork restaurant. We spent hours just dining and talking. By the time our dinner date was over, I went home thinking about him and replaying episodes of our time together.

He began calling me regularly. We were always in touch all day and would chat about everything via text or regular phone call. After the gym, we ended up going home together. It was mostly to my place to watch movies or to eat and talk. I loved how he paid particular attention to my whole being.  He treated me like a delicate doll that needed proper taking care of. Gradually, we began to do all that two new people in love do. My dear girl, love is sweetest at its initial stages. Kissing him felt like it was my first kiss ever on planet earth. We would kiss, cuddle and I ended up getting a foot rub almost every night.

One night, after the gym, I fell ill and your brother inlaw wouldn't leave my side. The following day, he called in ill at work and stayed all day with me to make sure I got better. He cooked the meals, cleaned the house and every five minutes or so, he  would ask;'baby are you okay?' I made him taste my sweet cherry that night and ohhh, it had never tasted better. That night, he said to me;'baby would you marry me?'  'Oh no, Errol, not so soon'. I replied. He drew closer to me and kissed me passionately and then held my left hand looking into my eyes and insisted.'Baby, marry me please, I promise that making you happy will be my number one job.' That night, I was stunned beyond description and couldn't talk much. Deep down, I was happy.  For once, a guy wanted to marry me so badly even at my age.

Lem, I was thirty five and had dated lots of men. The rich, the handsome, the famous and the best of men but none was ever willing to settle down with me. Our relationship never lasted beyond a month, though they were good to me financially. When I met Errol, I was just beginning  to close the chapter on  dating. I had come to learn that dating was not for me. If only I could have a baby and raise my child, I would be just content.

Yet, a month after meeting Errol, though I had declined several times, after proving to me how serious he was about wanting to try this with me and after persistently asking me to give it a try, I agreed.  I would lead him to my family to let him introduce himself as the man in my life and to declare his intentions towards me as is done in the Ghanaian traditional society. Errol insisted on going ahead with the traditional marriage but I thought it was too soon as I was still getting to know him. So we went on with the introduction and knocking. I had several thoughts running through my mind; was he for real, Or was he in this for what he could gain, did he genuinely love me? Well, I would not know until I have tried. I would give this a try and see how it goes was my final conclusion.

At this time, I was speaking with my two girlfriends who had varied opinions. One thought I should go ahead, One thought I should slow down but  go ahead with the 'knocking rites' and break it off when I realise it isn't working. Errol and I decided to go ahead anyway.

We decided to move into my place, meaning Errol had to change houses. We made that decision because though I liked Errol, I couldn't bring myself to live at his place.  I didn't  find it decent enough.  Living together was fun initially. Again, my dear little sister, love is sweetest when you are just beginning.  Constant visits to the movies, eating out, visiting every place in the city whilst walking hand in hand. Not forgetting the random forehead and hand kisses. I was sure to get a foot rub at the end of it all after wearing stilettos all night. Errol had a perfect body. Muscle toned and tall. He was huge and dark and I loved his body.
Every night, that body made me really happy and during the day; he was my angel helping me go through the day smiling all through.

In the second month after we started living together, I  missed my period. Didn't know how to feel. At least I wanted a baby but   wasn't sure  Errol and I were on the same page yet. Errol was thirty one, he had been proving to me how right I've been. Deciding to walk this mile with him, by being a good man to me. I had a good job and did not mind taking care of the house but at least a man ought to take care of his woman financially too and so I asked Errol to live up to his responsibilities.  'Errol I missed my period'. 'Baby, what does that mean? Are you pregnant?' He asked with so much concern on his face. At least that is what I saw. 'Yes' 'Wow' Errol yelled. He  jumped up onto his feet and gathered me into his arms. He kissed me on the lips and put me down finally still holding me tight. 'Thank you baby, you have made me really happy.' 'Really?' Was all I could say at the time.

Everything was okay until after  the first trimester of my pregnancy.  My Errol changed completely. He came home not earlier than 10pm and always kept to himself. We barely talked at all and he also made sure he never got close to me. My side of the bed was a restricted area and he never dared to cross it. If I dared to cross it, he would say;'Esi, I'want to sleep please.' He always said the same thing. My pregnancy was becoming unbearable. I thought having Errol by my side would make it easier for me but, Errol stopped being there for me. He stopped touching me yet I could not tell this to anyone not even my girlfriends who thought all was well with me.

My Errol too was such a good actor. Each time his friends  or my friends came to visit, he was at his best. One thought we had the best relationship.  He would still call me baby, sit beside me and try starting a conversation with me. Whilst when we were alone, he would never look at me. Gradually I got used to his acting skills. I cried, I was depressed and regretted rushing things. The baby I was expecting was the only thing that kept me going. Once I visited the gynaecologist, he asked if I was still having sex. He advised me to keep having sex once it was not uncomfortable for me and to help open up the place.  I confided in him and told him Errol had not touched me since my first trimester. He even offered to speak with him for me so I phoned Errol so the doctor would speak with him. Errol agreed after he did but when I got home that night, he would still not touch me.

Little Sister, your big sister loves to have sex. Here I was, being deprived though I had every means to get it. If I was not pregnant, I would get it elsewhere.  I'm sure. Errol never looked at me, he felt distant by the day and gradually, every dream I had ever held when I was single for my pregnant days shattered into pieces. If you cannot build the dreams you see, you are sure to never live it. He never for once touched my baby bump to even feel or hear the baby. I was beginning to lose my self esteem.  Just the way a woman loses it when she finds out her man is cheating and she had been doing everything right. Just that this time, I could not get affirmation elsewhere. 

My dear little sister,  being single is not a curse. It is a good time to prepare yourself to live with a man. A man can make and tear you down if you end up with the wrong one and do not take your time.  The wrong  man can make you  lose your self esteem and you will take years to rebuild what you once had. It doesn't matter who you are, once you let the wrong one in and are unable to find yourself early, you will go down before you know it. A man cheating on you or dumping you for a less classy, not pretty, perhaps younger or older woman, a single mother, a character worst than you are and causing you pain as well as causing you to lose your self esteem is nothing close to ending up with the wrong one and waking up to deal with it daily. Whilst you are still single, cherish and love you by taking your time with men. The least you can do for your unborn children.

Sex is sweet, good and a vital part of that union called marriage.  It is a much improved version of the one you have when you are still single; at least psychologically.  I want you to cherish it and only let a man earn it if you are not married.  No man wants a woman who has been with every man. Be choosy when it comes to giving it out, whilst still single. Let the man who earns it live forever remembering that sweet cherry. He can cheat but one day, he will cherish the good girl and cherry he has. Marriage will seek to explore other issues including sex, take your time and choose wisely. Do not get blinded.

Little Sister, the fact that your biological clock is ticking does not mean you should rush. Preparation is more important than age because if you are well prepared,  you will always find a man even if you go past your flower days. You must take your time. Know the man you are dealing with.  When two people begin dating, everyone strives to be at their best. Yes, you want to endorse yourself and prove to that man that he made a good choice.  That man wants to let you know he is good enough for you. Very few people are at their best with the real them. Be vigilant, take your time. People marry for various reasons.  Some for sex, some for money, some for fame and prestige, some for a certain benefit,  amongst others. The more you take your time to find out, the more you will discover why you are going  into it.

My dear little sister, I hope that my story has taught you a lesson or two. Do not weep for me yet. I will tell you all of it soon. For now, I want you to know that being single is no curse. Enjoy it. Let go of the hurts, the pain, the disappointments. At least that's my prayer for you because I know what that can do to you. I urge you to be happy, pray for the spirit of discernment.  Ask for wisdom and don't forget to ask yourself; 'would you marry you, if you met yourself?'

Kind regards,
Lem
(Your big sister)

Long time no blogging :)
Life gets super busy and oh my new baby; 'Raindrop' has my attention so your girl has been quite slow on here.
I still love and appreciate everyone who's been reading.  Thanks for the messages asking if blogging was over...lol. No please.  Writing is my weed, I'm addicted
xxxx

Friday night....
Drink some....
Snuggle up ....
Have gibberish conversations. .
Kiss your favourite person . ..
Enjoy your weekend!

A Note To Magic: The Boys Who Dare

Hey Magic,

There's something that has been baffling my mind for days now.  How do guys man up to go asking certain girls out?

I simply think guys are so daring. When  I was growing up as an adolescent at Redco flats, there were some guys I was simply Scared of. It had nothing to do  with  confidence, I was simply afraid of them because I considered them as big boys. These are boys who when I was in class six had completed Senior High School. 

Years on, I meet these same boys when I'm a single woman.  Single too, we become friends.  Firstly, I'm still scared but not completely.  I finally pine for one. It turns out that I'm going to be girlfriend number three if I agree. Well, I have a boyfriend but big boy from my childhood seems not to care much as we are having issues.

Actually,  I feel like girlfriend number one instead of  number three. We are together every day after his gym session after work on week days. Weekends are more fun. Big boy makes me feel like a princess. If I want to go somewhere he can't be, he would provide the cash for me and my girlfriend to just go. All is going well and on my birthday,  a few days after girlfriend number one's, birthday he makes me feel like  I am the number one.(Oh at least that's how it feels).

I don't know why he keeps coming to me but my friend tells me  I have nothing to lose. So we are cool but we haven't burst the nuts yet. I can't give my all because I'm still scared. I'm scared I may not meet his standards  and expectations when I decide to give it my all. Big boy from my childhood has been with dozens of girls Magic.

  I won't be able to make him as happy as the others and I'm pressured to give something more because afterall he has two girlfriends already. You see, I'm scared because he's probably too experienced.
Big boy wants to settle down and is looking for a good girl. Hilarious my dear Magic,  how he's a bad boy himself and how he turned other girls into bad girls yet now has a choice.

Magic, I'm  enjoying the attention and all though but  fear is beginning to cripple me. Sheer prejudice Magic!

So tell me, how do boys do it?

I'm so admiring them now
I know its silly.
I call them the boys who dare.
Magic boys can ask any girl out irrespective of who you are. They don't even care. All they care is they've got to get what they want. I guess when boys were created, they simply were made to be daring.

Will fill you in as our story unfolds. What happens with Big boy from my childhood days? Till then, keep smiling.

Your girl,
Lemon.

I know someone who is simply irritated by the boys who dare. How do eighteen year olds sum up courage to ask people who are probably ten years older out? Please it isn't fun anymore.  I'll probably end up in police custody for slapping teenage boys. Get a life please. ....I just look small but I'm not your mate...thank you! (On behalf of my other sisters). Please stop with it! !!

Raindrop

You should read "Raindrop" on Wattpad. http://w.tt/1Uuoi0l

Precious are the raindrops that fall on us.
They fall for a reason.
Appreciating them is an expression of knowing that awed by the prevailing circumstance, nothing compared to the raindrops of life, can replace the raindrop.

In a  few hours,  a mum will be witness to her son's going home to see him no more. We'll be bidding my cousin farewell as he transitions to another world.
Heartbreaking!
He will be buried in a few hours.
Lost for words but I know God is ahead.
On that journey I wish you eternal rest.

Precious is the raindrop..
I realize.
I will appreciate and cherish mine whilst it still prevails.

Fare thee well cousin.

BTW Happy birthday Mancee.

Sunshine Dollup: Diary of A single Sister XXIII

I was starving.  I tried getting out of bed. I went to wash my face and brush my teeth and  headed to the kitchen to fix myself something to eat.

I sat at the table after my meal. It was 11am. Wow! Alcohol! I had not had a drink in ages but last night I did. It felt good.  It made me happy in a way. Recalling last night's outing with the girls made me laugh real hard at myself.

I went back to my bedroom to have a lie down again, replying my messages and then returning my calls.  Sally, Rina, Tamara, Bambi, Claude. Wow. Everyone had called me. Claude had texted back as soon as I  replied.

'I was tipsy. Had lots to drink.'
I texted him.
' What did you have?'

I smiled before texting back.

'Started with irish cream
Had some Remi Martin with pepsi
Courvoisier'

I waited for his reply.

'Hahahahahahahahahahah.
You must be kidding me'

Oh mine. I wish I was,  I thought to myself. We kept texting till I drifted off to sleep.

I woke up at four. I remembered just then that my car was still at Marbles. I hada craving for tiger nut pudding and  decided to make myself some tiger nuts pudding for next week and bake me a cake. I hope the tiger nuts I had were still in good condition.  I finished doing all that together with my evening meal by half six and sat down to enjoy the toil of my labour. At least I was in the mood to cook and eat. Thanks  to the mixes.

I went to take a shower after and just lay in bed. I wanted to go pick up my car so badly but  was just feeling lazy. I called Bellarina to find out if she had gone for her car. Her hubby had sent his driver to go get it for her. Okay but I didn't have anyone to send. I called Sally who said my car was safe at Marbles.  So I just relaxed and stayed in bed watching tv.

What can I say?
I cry a million tears for you on this day as it brings back lots of memories.
If tears could awaken you
You would be here
Smiling at me on your birthday
Forever in our hearts.
In memory of  a mother and a friend.
Continue to rest with the Lord.

Sunshine Dollup XXII

I think the  courvoisier was doing my head in by the time Tamara left. Or maybe my  mixology tonight rather. BellaRina and I  kept talking. I had a good time laughing with her. We all went home by midnight.  When I got to my car,  I contemplated taking out my handbag and getting a cab home. Just then, my phone began to vibrate.  I took it out of my handbag and checked. 

'Hello... Hello  beautiful.'  My heart began to beat faster and sadly, though I was already in a state of confusion, my brain decided to shut off abruptly. Claude looked cute as always and he had that smile on. The smile that only helped  my brain to shut off completely.  Claude was not exactly what you would call handsome but the guy was fine for some weird reason. I hated  the fact that he had such an effect on me.  I heard Sally's voice ; 'Ella,  Rina is taking  a cab home, I think you should do same.' 'Please hold on' I said to Claude. 'I'll be fine Sally.' 'No. I insist Ella.' 'Ok. I give up .' 'Please take out your valuables.  Leave your car here and come get it tomorrow.  I still want my best friends safe after tonight.' I laughed out loud at her statement. 'Whats funny Ella?' ' Nothing....'

I went back to my phone conversation with Claude. 'Where are you?  I'm at Marbles.  Are you okay?  Yes I'm fine. Is there a problem with with your car? Errrmmm no. So why do you have to take a cab home?' I don't   know where Sally came from.  My door was open and my lights were on. 'Because I can't  trust her to get home safely...she's had too much to drink...' Sally answered. 'Ohhhh Sally?'  Sally tried hard looking on my phone's screen to see who I was talking with. 'Hi. Hi. I'm Sally. My name is Claude.' I  looked on as they both got acquainted on imo. I ended the call with Claude promising to call him back on my way home.

I stepped out of my car and locked it. I followed Sally who had a cab waiting for me. She hugged me goodnight and I got back and stayed on the phone with Claude till I arrived home but not on video call.  Claude didn't believe I  was tipsy. He thought I looked normal earlier. I was over laughing though but he mentioned the fact that he liked it. 

He had only gotten off the phone with me after I  arrived home. He gave me time to freshen up before calling me back.  'Are you okay? ' I nodded to say yes. I noticed he looked concerned. We didn't stay on the phone for too long.  He said I needed to rest so he left me so I could catch some sleep.

I woke up to the vibrating of my phone.  Goodness! I had thirty missed calls and twelve chats. The call  ended by the time I picked up the phone.

For my year group..

Party night....
UPS year group reunion.
Observed from my little corner though.
Hope to join you next time.
God bless us all.

Sunshine Dollup: Diary of A Single Sister XXI

I got to marbles at 9pm.
I had  left the office late on a Friday night.  Had lots of work to do and I took my time to do it  knowing I had nothing to do immediately except for my night out with the girls. I had not seen them in a while and was really looking forward to seeing them tonight.

The rest of my week had been uneventful.Aya did not come back to place on Tuesday evening.  She had gone home to Mummy and though I missed having her around, Mummy too needed her at home else she would be  so lonely.

As I stepped into Marbles, I looked around to find my girls. I saw them at our usual place in the corner at the pub. 'Hey girllllllll' Sally screamed. Getting up to hug me. 'Heyyyy girls. '  They each took turns to hug me. Everyone was there. 'You look sassy girlfriend. ' Bellarina said. I took my seat beside Telley. 'And she's glowing tonight' added Sally.  I laughed at them. 'You girls look beautiful as always' I stated as a matter of fact. 'Thankssss. ' They mumbled. 'This isn't about us girl.  Its about youuuuu baby.' Said Bellarina pointing at me.

The waiter came to take my order but I opted to join Bellarina who had a whole bottle of irish cream seated infront of her. I was brought a disposable cup to help myself and the party began.  My girls and I just talked. Tamara wasn't drinking tonight. She just had water infront of her. 'Whatsup with the water stuff' I inquired. 'Oppppps.' Sally said sending everyone laughing.

Tamara started rubbing her left hand on her belly. Smiling. 'Ella, you know what, your girl here is going to be a mother..... Yaaaaaaay. ' All the girls began to scream. We later popped champagne to celebrate Tamara's  pregnancy. We had a good time dancing and I had lots to drink. Diet pepsi and remi martin. Even after several glasses, I couldn't feel the effect of the remi martin so I asked for two shots of couversier. I knew this was bad but I couldn't help having a variety tonight. 

Bellarina and I were sharing the same drinks. Sally danced the whole time  with some cute Japanese guy. Tamara just looked on. Sally's hubby was out of town so tonight she wasn't in a hurry to go home. Tamara left at 11pm. Mark kept calling her all through and she finally got pissed and went home. Tamara mentioned, Mark was home hence his persistent calls. Tamara was a lecturer at the school of communications studies at the University where we had all attended for our first degree.  Had been married since age thirty  but  had no issue.  She  was finally pregnant.

Sally was the C.E.O of her IT company that she started right after first degree and she had a minimum staff of fifteen.  She was also married and had two girls.
She was also the oldest of all of us. Bellarina  was the youngest of us all. I was a year older than her and she was running her mum's school from early childhood to Junior High School. She  was also married with two children;  a boy and a girl.

I had met all these amazing girls during my freshman days in University. We had become friends and since then, it did not matter where we found ourselves, our friendship knew no boundaries. Time has indeed proved that we could not be separated by distance or interests. These were the most reliable friends I had beside my sisters. They have been there through it all.  The only thing that was obvious was my being single. They still loved me though they disappointed me mostly on Friday nights by calling our meetings off.

Just to reiterate, this story is fictional. Excerpts/ Snippets in raw form from a novel. (Meaning no proofreading has been done)
If you think this story is about you, that's your business! I'm not altering it because someone thinks I'm writing about them. A writer should possess the ability to imagine even things they haven't experienced.  That's the whole point. Thank you!

Sunshine Dollup XX

My braids took forever because I got home at almost 10pm. Aya was almost half asleep.  I just had a shower and went to sleep.

Sunday was uneventful. Aya and I went to church but Keziah and her family didn't show up at all.  I called them after church.  They sounded all right. Keziah said she was fine and all was well so Aya and I just went home to nap. Aya left later to go see someone whilst I just stayed at home.

Monday was stressful but it felt better once I got home to see Aya. How I wished she didn't have to go home when Mummy got back. I enjoyed having her around. It didn't feel lonely and boring with Aya around. We talked deep into the night about everything. Guys, family;  all our sisters and their husbands and kids. Aya fell asleep before 10pm. I lay there watching Al Jazeera.  I had not heard from Claude since he got to Mumbai. Hope he was okay. Thought he checked up on me every day whilst he was in town. Or perhaps tried to though I had not been so receptive.  Wow. Was I missing him. If he had not travelled,  he would have texted or called me and even if I didn't reply he  would  still text back.

I tried dismissing thoughts of him from my mind but no. I picked my phone to check it and went through my whatsapp messages.  Sally was asking the girls out on Friday night to Marbles.  Daffline had texted and sent lots of photos of the twins. I loved them. Talk of a pleasantsurprise....there was a text from Claude.  He did get in touch afterall. Well he had said he would but I didn't think he would.

I opened it to read. 'Hi beautiful.  How are you?  Just to let you know I arrived safely but I miss you.'  I smiled at his text. He wasn't online. He had sent the text thirty two minutes ago. So I just texted back . 'I'm well, thanks and you? Lol. Good to know. Miss you too. ' Just then Claude came online and began typing. 'Good to hear from you. I'm fine, thanks for asking. How was your day? ' 'My day was stressful but quite fruitful.'
'  How's your conference going? I like that. Very well. I'll call you tomorrow around this time. Is that okay? I want to see your face. '

'Okay...'  I texted back. I would love a foot massage right now. My feet felt sore. I guess it was the effect of the super tight nude stilettos I wore today. I had never worn it since I got it. I had completely forgotten about it till my eyes fell on it this morning.  It had felt so tight but I still wore it. If I had a hubby,  this was one of the things I would want him to do for me. Silly me. I guess I'm probably one of the people who would marry just to have a guy close for the wrong reasons. Someone to talk and laugh with and not come home to a dead silent apartment.  Someone to cuddle,  very important,  someone to give me a footrub. For these three purposes, I was definitely single but I would love a male presence.   Hilarious  Ella. Silly me. I  tried to fall asleep.

Who Do You Call Your Friend?

Who do you call your friend?
How well do you know your friend?
Who is your friend if I may ask.

A few days ago,I met a pretty young woman. Initially, she was so withdrawn and quiet. She sat at another table at the pub whilst I was the only girl who sat with the guys having a drink and talking.
I could not tell why she didn't smile or sit with us and since I learned to stop judging people, it made it easier for me to relate to her when the guys finally coerced her to sit with us.

She had  returned from peacekeeping    the previous day and had gone home to her family unannounced.  She had decided to surprise  them only to find her sister in bed with her boyfriend.
When I heard her story, I felt so bad and did not know what to say to her. Her own blood sister had betrayed her. I began to wonder, how well did she know her so called boyfriend? How well did she know her sister though human beings are unpredictable.

Sometimes you just aren't sure of people because there are too many fake people in the world. Sometimes you can't tell the extent to which people would go for you when they claim to be your friend. 

Why would your sister be attracted to your boyfriend and no other boy on planet earth? What happened to loyalty?  Why would your boyfriend choose to cheat on you with your sister. What happened to the other girls? What happened to loyalty?   Your sister should be your first friend or?

Friends do not betray each other. Friends are there when the acquaintances come and leave. Friends laugh and cry with you or lend you a shoulder to cry on. Friends know your flaws yet stick by you no matter what. Your friend's significant other is a 'no go zone' for you. You have no business trying to do him or her a favour by pointing out your friend's flaws to them. Hell no. Get busy with your life, leave them to live theirs. Friends forgive easily and do not seek the least opportunity to pay back whoever hurt them. Friendship says loyalty even when your friend cannot see you. Friendship has rules,  learn them before you decide to start one.

Do people really understand what friendship means? Don't start something you cannot finish. Stop hurting others simply because you do not understand what that word entails.  No wonder these days people end up putting others through that test of loyalty.  Too many fake people parading themselves as friends of others.

Who do you call your friend? How well do you know your friend?  Do you need to put them through a test to prove their spot in your life?  Are they loyal to you, are you loyal to them?  Do you really know them?

Sunshine Dollup XIX

Yella
My evening was uneventful after Claude's text. I sat in the sofa flipping through the tv channels when I got a call on imo. 'Hello Bambi....hi Ella..mwah mwah mwahhh..mwahhhhh .. wow my sister looks so fine. Hahahah Bambi, I miss you. I miss you too big sis. What did I miss? Tell me.' I gazed at my sister's face on the phone's screen. I missed her so much. I smiled and continued with our conversation.  'Nothing much.  Aya is spending the weekend at my place.  I know that girl... I heard this cute dude came to your place last night, who is he? A-ha can see someone has been giving people details of my private life. Ohhh tell me big sis who is he? Errrrmmmm'  I said, raking a finger through my hair. 'Is it the guy from the beach Ella? How do you know?' Bambi was screaming and clapping her hands at the other end. I could see the spark in her eyes as she finally regained normalcy.

' Guy from the beach, what's he doing eating pizza at your place? Bam-biiiiii. Okay. I give up. Spill the beans big siste-r. I hear he is cute and tall. Aya says he likes  you. Huh. How does Aya know he likes me? Aya says the way he looks at you.... Ella please tell me or else I'm getting on the next available flight to see for myself.  Hahahah. Wait! He's out of town. I'm sure by now his flight has taken off. Ohhhhh...' Screamed Bambi. Her face suddenly looked ashen.

She finally spoke up. 'Unbelievable. How could he just leave? Slow down girl. He's gone to Mumbai for a few days.  Okay. That sounds better.' Bambi looked perky again. 'Yeah. He's gone for ten days. Ermmm that will come soon. So do you miss him?' Bambi asked me. I paused, stunned at her question. 'I don't know. I'm not sure. I don't think so..He.... Hahahahahahahahahahah. ' My little sister began to laugh like crazy. 'Wow...well I'm just happy for you big sister so long as he  makes you happy.' I nodded and smiled.  Didn't even know where Bambi was headed with this conversation in the first place.  'Tell me about you. Whats happening in Helsinki? ' Bambi  paused to catch her breath I think, before answering.  That was weird. 'Okay sister. Sasha's grandparents are visiting Helsinki so he brought me with him to meet them. Oh my God...' I screamed.

Bambi was smiling at the other end. My sister likes travelling but there should obviously  be a reason for visiting Helsinki and there it is. Just then I saw her waving someone.  Then I saw him. He came to sit beside her. 'Say hi.' Bambi said. 'Hi Ella. ' Sasha waved. 'Hi Sasha.' I heard  Bambi giggle and then Sacha pecked her right cheek, and then they both turned to face me again. Sacha eventually left. Leaving Bambi and I to talk for a while. We said goodbye after an hour.

I turned off the tv to go to my room.  I remembered I had to go to the salon. I had completely forgotten about it. 

Sunshine Dollup VIII

Claude's POV

When I left the doll's place,  I drove straight to my parents house. My dad was out of town and I was wondering how he left my mum behind once I got there. My mum was in the kitchen with my cousin Emelda. She was visiting mum for the weekend. Mum said her parents were out of town or so. Didn't quite get the details right.

'How did dad leave you at home?' I questioned my mum. 'Claude, he didn't leave me at home, I chose to stay home. Ohhh' I exclaimed. My mum has a way of following my dad around even when it was obvious her presence was not required.  The only place she did not follow dad to was to work.

I went to my room briefly to find something.  I had moved out a few months ago but still slept at home sometimes.  I moved out in the end though my mum kicked against it. I just had to and dad was very supportive of me. Mum was always going to be treating me like her baby. Calling me if I did not return home on time. Asking what I wanted for dinner and get emotional if I did not eat at home. Living with her just made her think I was still a baby. Dad supported me to move out because I think he sort of understood that I needed the change to man up.

My mum is the best Mum in the world but she turns to be overprotective of her sons. She has been ever since my older brother died. 'Claud-e...? Claude. ..' I heard mums voice call  'Yes mum. Please come on here darling.  Lets eat together. ' I went to join her and Emelda at the table to eat.

I left mum at half past four to go to the airport with Emelda who was dropping me off. Emelda was my little cousin.  She  had just moved to the capital with her parents. We  talked about basically everything on our way to the airport. I took my suitcase out of the trunk of the car once we arrived at the airport. I was running late. I pecked Emelda on the cheek before she drove off. ' Safe journey cousin. Thanks. '

After checking in and going through departure procedure.  I spent the waiting time for the flight to take off to text Ella. Hope she replies. There was something about her I could still not lay a finger on. She looked so divine. Last night, it felt bad seeing her cry. Wish I could know her reason for crying but I really did not want to pry. I was trying to be friends with her and I respected her privacy but I would never want her to cry that way again.  'Hi Ella. It was nice seeing you again this afternoon. Thank you. Will keep in touch. ' She replied after two minutes.  ' Thanks too. It was nice seeing you as well. Ok. Safe journey. 'Thanks Ella. Be safe xxx. You too xxx.'
She had texted  back.

Ever tasted a sweet  and gotten addicted to it?  Ever had that sweet stain your teeth and you  just can't seem to brush it off? You need a tooth paste made by the maker of that sweet to...... Sweets are sweets.  They don't change even if they get bought by others. Sweets, sweets, sweets  :) :) :) Sweets are sweets!!

Friday night.
Drink some Remi vso with pepsi but don't let your brain shut off;
Party hard!

You Are Passing Through This World But Once

Just realized one thing about life.
When you have talent yet fail to use it, once you die, your talent dies with you.
All the professors die with their knowledge. If you do not  discover yourself early, to brighten the corner where you are,  your light will never be seen or experienced in this lifetime.  That is how come, great people die without letting the world experience their greatness.

When you know you will die, you make sure you turn your final days into a fest worth celebrating.  Nobody is celebrated in death forever. With time, you are gradually forgotten.  Even your immediate family learn to  live without you. It doesn't matter the legacy you leave behind, with time, you are forgotten except something comes up that has to do with you.

That is why, the history of  Ghana's independence cannot be told without the mention of Osagyefo Dr. Kwame Nkrumah.

Lately,  people are dying at a younger age. It freaks me out how someone can be here this minute and gone in the next hour.

What am I doing with my time  here on earth?
What are you doing with your time here on earth?
Is my relationship right with God? I'm a believer of the gospel so obviously I would be concerned.  Am I done putting smiles on faces? What about the people whose toes I have stepped on?
There are lots of areas to explore, but it just occurred to me that I'm indeed passing through this place but once and so are you.

I don't know about you but can you use this post as a reflection too? Life is short. Live it well!!

So I believe in the power of words. These are very critical times for me as an individual.  When the Sun shines, I will share it with you but for now,  I'll  post  as many things as I can because a day is coming when the rate at which I post will go down or when I would not even post for a while.  Once I'm through with it, I'll come back stronger. #Transformation journey.
I don't know what someone else is battling with. Perhaps yours is a deadly disease or a kidney transplant will salvage your situation. It doesn't  matter what it is, darkness is just for a while.  My morning will come,  so will yours. Try to make a small dot where you are. 
Count down. ....

My People Are Wondering

After my experience  the other night, I'm tempted to do this again. Touching on a very sensitive issue. Not my style.

I want to write a letter to the member of parliament for this area.(Thanks to my foundation,  he's now my friend but....) The question is do I or do I not? What difference would it make by the way?

Firstly I think my people will not vote according to tribal lines come 2016. Ask me why? Accra to Ho is just two hours drive but it now takes four hours to get to Ho. Accra to Hohoe is four hours drive, it now takes seven to eight hours to get there. Simply because Adomi bridge was  closed down for rehabilitation works.

The alternative routes; Akuse, Sogakope and Senchi are not ready to withstand the pressure from road users. The road from Akuse right after the bridge is untarred and really bad. Sogakope seems a good alternative but again that road is bad at a certain point. Senchi ferry seems the ideal alternative but I think that, parts of the eastern and volta regions have been cut off. There are only two ferries and every time one has to queue for hours just to use the ferry. Whilst waiting to use the ferry, if you do not use the back door, be sure you will queue forever.

Didn't the government  envisage this? Why weren't all alternative routes carefully rehabilitated  before the closure of the Adomi bridge?  Why are my people being taken for granted? Why must a four hour journey become an eight hour journey? It's not fair taking into consideration the fact that my region always added up to make the grand total of the votes to bring the current administration into power. I'm sorry but my people are displeased and will vote for the issues next time.

I also want to find out why there are no street lights on the Kpeve mountain that serves as an alternative route to Hohoe from Accra following rehabilitation and closure of the Peki road? No lights on that mountain.  On Saturday night,  there was an accident, and since there are no lights, how are drivers supposed to know? The road on the mountain has lots of potholes. What is going on? Can't the MP for the area have the highways and whoever is in charge do something about the poor nature of the road. At most,  fill in the potholes and put street lights on that road? Do we have to wait for people to perish on that road before action is taken?

I was told about an MP who tarred the road leading to his hometown for easy access prior to his mum's funeral. Oh yeah. Then fix this mess please.  It isn't fun travelling or driving on this Kpeve Hohoe stretch of road. The contractor in charge should speed up with the rehabilitation works so the work can be completed on time. ( Hear its been awarded to a chinese contractor. Better see to it that the job is done). Well, I hear its been halted though. A few months ago,  at  dawn on a Saturday,  an innocent woman crossing the road died due to the nature of the road and poor visibility. Why?? Though we were in a hurry to get to the unveiling of the tombstone, a human life had been lost and we could not just drive on. Years on, nothing has been done about this same road.

My region cries for attention.
My region says wake up MPs
My region says
Do not neglect us, politicians
My region says
Are we also part of Ghana?
Do not forget they are the electorates.

I'm done addressing this issue.
Now, do I tell the MP or do I just shut up?  Honestly,  I hate travelling on that road but Cuties Readerfeast will need me to travel on it so what do I do????

I know I've been telling people I'm sleepy; effects of the medication but I just had to do this. Share my thoughts. 

Sunshine Dollup XVII

I woke up late. It was ten in the morning when I checked my bedside clock.The sun was streaming through the window. I could tell it was quite a lovely weather out there. I was feeling hungry so I just made my way out of bed.

It was really nice having Aya around. She had made breakfast and was just about to go out when I woke up. She left two minutes later, promising to be back by four in the afternoon. 

After breakfast,  I did my laundry and decided to cook since Aya was staying till Tuesday.  When I checked my phone,  Claude had texted. I texted him  too and went back to my cooking.

I was done by two. I decided to take a shower and nap. Claude texted to say he was on his way. He got to my house in twenty minutes.  He was looking nice in a white tee shirt and a brown khaki shorts with brown trainers. He looked hot.  He had come to see me and also say goodbye.  He left after thirty minutes.  I walked him to his car and he gave me one of those long hugs. He pecked me  on my right cheek. That had caught me a bit off guard. 'You know what that means?' He asked as his beautiful big eyes bore into mine. Oh Ella, thought you said  he wasn't handsome. 

Yes no denying that but he was attractive. My heart began to race. Did Claude just do that? Okay Ella, snap out of it, he just pecked you. I managed a low 'No.' I'll see you in a few days. ' He tried to explain. Whatever that meant. I think it was some form of a verbal promise to let me know that our friendship was not over if I really understood him.  He smirked  and I smiled back.  I stood there waving at him stupidly as he drove off.

I went back to my apartment.   I sat down for ten minutes starring into outer space. Sitting in the living room brought back horrible memories of what happened last night. I began to sob. That monster made an appearance into my life again and had me for free. I could not even tell anyone.  I knew I would feel better sharing it with someone . Who could that be. I was glad Claude had not brought up that issue of me crying last night.  I also appreciate the fact that he did not probe further. There's no way I would ever tell him. For God's sake,  these few days that I've known him, all he's done is to be nice to me. Why would I want to put him off by telling him how awful some guy has treated me. No.

Telling Bambi would get her really mad, bringing back memories that I would hate to bring back. Though Bambi was my little sister,  I felt comfortable discussing issues with her but not this one. That sonofabitch. Nature had not dealt with him, but  had rather given him a chance to mess me up again.

Memories From Quidah II

One tuesday morning,it had been raining heavily yet Manuel insisted he had to go to school. 'Ma cherie, the students will still come to school despite the downpour.' He had said to her. 'You can still go after the rains....' She had pleaded with him whilst hugging him. 'I'll be back soon ma cherie.' Manuel said whilst they still held on tightly to each other. She couldn't stop him no matter how hard she tried. With an umbrella in his left hand he bade her goodbye,after hugging  and clinging on to her for so long. She kissed his left cheek and he left.

She had watched him from the window of the hall of the chamber and hall apartment they lived in as he had walked carefully through the rain on muddy ground. She had watched  him disappear gradually behind the bushes.
She sat looking outside the window,watching the rain fall. Lightening struck and she bent her head to avoid seeing it. When she raised her head, she heard the loud sound of thunder and it was followed by lightening again.  She covered her face with both palms,then she stood up to go to the bedroom. Thinking about her love who had passed through the rain to go to school. She wished he did not have to. It kept raining outside heavily till she heard the banging of the door.

Initially she did not believe har ears but after a while she got up to go and check. She saw two women and four men standing outside.Their clothes were soaked from the heavy downpour. She recognized one of the men. She invited them inside but they had declined then another group rushed towards them. This time they were five. The women were wailing,she wondered what in the world this could be all about. 'Il est mort' she heard one of the women say in French. 'Who is dead?' She blurted out loudly in English. Without giving it a thought she run outside and the crowd followed her, the men leading the way.

She had followed them to the main road;running as her heart beat faster than usual.When they got there,she saw people gathered and screaming. Others were crying and as she approached them and they saw her, their cries became louder. Then she saw leaves covering something. It was a human being she was sure. Then she saw his brown shoes  on his feet. His right feet did not have a shoe on, he only had on his light brown socks. She quickly recognized them as Manuel's. No, this can't be true. When she got closer, she raised one of the branches covered with leaves and then she saw his face. He lay still and she could see blood gushing out of his head. Then she realized it had almost been divided into two.

"Ma-nu-e-lllllll......" she screamed.  He did not respond neither did he move. She held him by the shoulder trying to shake him but his eyes were shut and then she looked at his head again and screamed; 'Mon armourrrrrrrrrrr......'    Manuel was dead. He had been knocked down by a vehicle. She lay her head on his chest crying and screaming whilst the women tried to raise her up  and stop her from crying.  He was gone. When they finally raised her up on her feet, a gaze at the crowd that had gathered close to where Manuel lay caused the hair on her skin to stand.  She spotted his other shoe somewhere across the road and there had been traffic all of a sudden as this was the main road that stretched through the town of Quidah  all through to the border and neighbouring Togo. The same road stretched to Cotonou, this was a highway. Fosua collapsed and when she had regained consciousness later, she struggled to recall what had happened.

Four days later,Manuel was laid to rest. Fosua wished she could be buried too. Manuel had taken her sunshine with him. Death had stolen her sunshine away. He had killed her alive. She had been totally shattered. It felt like she had died and been buried with him. She felt lost and depressed. Her life had ended. She could not envisage the lonely nights without him.

Who would comfort her..who would soothe her pain..where was her idol..the only one who knew the customs and norms of her own idol. The idol of her heart. Her muse for the story  she was writing had deserted her.

Indeed the days had seemed longer and her nights empty. To her, the clock had stopped ticking in her world. Fourteen days after he had been buried, she could not take the pain and loneliness anymore.
She decided her reason for settling amongst the people of Quidah was no more and it was time to return to her own people.

Forty two days on, she could eat her heart out that though she had left home without approval from anyone, it was the best place to go now that she had nothing to live for here. She was still very young;twenty five and she would defy the jeers from the scoffers. She had been sure there would be quite a number of them back home. Yet home was the only place that seemed a better place to be in her distress.

Though nothing seemed crystal clear; death had forced this decision out of her and she needed to move away leaving behind all the memories they had built together whilst living together for four years.

She was brought back to reality when she heard voices. The bus had stopped at a police check point and the driver had been speaking with the police. That was when she realized that she had been lost in her own world. Reminiscing on past events. She looked around outside the bus and far away, she saw the fields. She felt a pang in her heart. She could not tell where they had gotten to. She had not gone anywhere except Cotonou in four years and could not remember anything on this road. All she could do for herself was to remain calm and watch as the bus made its way to her destination; the place she had once known as her home. A country to which she took nothing back after these long years except pain and loneliness. She still had several hours to go before they finally arrived in Kumasi where she would continue to her town; kintampo in Ghana. The bus sped off again. As they left behind the place which had once been haven to her, her mind was a battlefield. Torn between leaving behind all the memories and taking with her all the memories; sweet; sour and the bittersweet.

Now that Manuel was no more, all she had left were memories of him. Captured on her life's recorder and she would replay them again and again. He had given her the best four years of her life and she would cherish the memories of it forever she thought to herself. Memories of Manuel De Souza; memories from Quidah.
Death had taught her a cruel lesson and stolen her idol away but the memories they built together would linger on for ages to come.

I've been wanting to do a story  of  real African origin developed within an African setting.   I finally did.  As much as I would want the world to relate to all my works, I'm still a proud black girl. One day, I'll do it better after proofreading. Happy Sunday!

Memories From Quidah I

The bus took off from the park,making its way out slowly towards the big gate that showed the exit. Then out of the gate,it turned right and began its journey.The trees wavered from the wind that blew,dust encirled the surface of the ground beneath each tree lined up by the road.

It was a town of little or no activity at all;boring. If it had been a piece of writing, it could have been termed jejune. She had joined the bus at Quidah though it was coming from Cotonou because her brother inlaw had gone to get her ticket from their main station in Cotonou.

The bus made its way across town  towards the main stretch of road enroute  to the border where they would finally cross into the neighbouring country Togo. Another glance out of the window at the fields sent tears welling up her eyes.

She blinked to hold the tears from streaking down her face but as hard as she tried;they streaked down her cheeks and fell on her neck. Memories of her stay in this town filled her mind. She began to recall the events that led to her coming to this place in the first place.
A place so far away from home;dry;lonely surrounded by strangers except the one who had made her go to such a place.
The one she had thought held the key to her happiness;indeed he had.
It struck her mind how it had all happened.

She had been a  basic french tutor at a primary school in the south western part of her own country;Ghana when there had been a french teachers' workshop which included those from neighbouring countries. Their meeting was divine and everything had fallen into place.They had both been fond of each other and the bond they had shared was so close right from the day they set eyes on each other.  He left a week later back home to Quidah. A relatively small town in the south of Benin but they had kept in touch. Thanks to technology;they could communicate often on a daily basis. When he invited her to visit him at christmas, it had been her first visit to his place and their first christmas together. She had cherished every moment they had both shared together; loving each other;talking and laughing together;cooking and taking care of each other;she never wanted to leave his side again.

He was her angel;her idol and her most cherished treasure. She had never been loved by anyone that much. His love for her was true;at least in her eyes it had been. Not all African men displayed affection publicly but she admired that about him. He also made sure that when they were alone together he gave her his very best.

Two nights to the end of her stay in Quidah during her maiden visit; as they lay drenched in sweat from the heat of the pleasure they had both shared; he asked her to be the idol of his heart forever.' Fosua, please marry me, be the mother of my children and lets grow old together. '
Fosua had screamed in excitement. Without hesitation she had agreed and it had been the last time she ever thought about her school,family,country and friends she had left back home.

Not even did she listen to him when he suggested she went back home to her people so he could go to see her parents to make their union formal. She never wanted to be away from him ever again. So that had marked the beginning of their lives together as man and woman.
Abandoning her teaching job and refusing to get in touch with anyone back home;she had settled amongst his people and dwelt with them.
Soon his people had gotten used to her; the woman from the Brong Ahafo Region of Ghana who had come to dwell amongst them. They had showed her love and helped her in any way they could.

The man she had come to be with and known as her man was kind,compassionate,funny and hardworking. At school he was known as the hardworking teacher; in his family;he was revered and seen as the anchor of the family. At  home, he was her  superstar.The only one who brought a magic touch to everything. They hardly went anywhere without each other.
They washed, cooked,went to the market  and did everything together.The villagers had come to know them as the inseparable couple. He was tall, dark and huge with big eyes. Whilst she was slim and short;probably the shortest woman he would ever know. She was dark too but he was extremely dark and she had teased him that he was as tall as an electric pole. He had also referred to her as the shortest girl on the surface of the earth. Yet they were both perfect for each other.

She could hardly do anything without him;when he was ill, her life had ended till he got better.
Lost and drowned in the warmth of the love they shared; clothed in the passion of the bond that existed between them, what they shared was like the sun. It rose and set daily on their lives. Love was born with Manuel and Fosua,love was Manuel and Fosua;love was made for Manuel and Fosua.
Her life had been so beautiful she had forgotten about the rest of the world.

We Are All Different

Esi

Whatsapp: private, for  real friends and contacts
Twitter : private
Facebook: private
Aim: networking
Bio: nothing to say
Boy thinking: boring! how do I get to be her friend?
Dp: shoes and bags ( huh, are you a bag?)
Status: blank
Actual location Friday night: Firefly (I don't tell the world about me)

Kojo

Lives his life on facebook and twitter
(favourites post and tweets all related to  sex.)
Aim: Sexual hunger satiated.
         Project fame.
         Operation make money.
Bio: I love  big ass
Dp: naked girl's ass
Status: Rain messing up my Friday night
Actual location: His bedroom (People should know that I deyyyy)
Girl thinking: big ass? Forget him

Morals don't count in your world
Lost in the crowd
Just to be accepted but you are not even known.
Why do we complicate our lives?

Hahahah.  People are just so different.  Morality may count to you and not mean much to another person.  The world and social media would also be boring without people like Kojo.

In this world, we are all different but everyone 

Sunshine Dollup XVI

He stood close to me examining my face carefully.  'I'll be fine ' I told him. Smiling at him reassurringly. 'Please make yourself comfortable.' I moved away gesturing him to a seat. 'Thank you. Can I offer you anything to drink?  I'm fine Ella. Thanks.' I sat beside him on the couch.  There was an awkward moment of silence.  'Do you want us to postpone our date?' I was quiet.  Didn't know what to say. I was not in the mood but then I could have just called it off before now and not waited for him to come all the way here.

I contemplated. Claude could probably read my mind because he spoke up first. 'We could make it some other time if you aren't feeling up to it, okay? ' I nodded.  'Do you have a headache? ' Oh my God. This guy won't give up till I have actually told him whats eating me up I guess. How do I tell him I got raped  or forced to have sex earlier with my ex.  For God's sake I do not want to make a big deal out of it. I would hate to let people know about this much less Claude. A look at him and I saw so much tenderness in his eyes. He looked concerned.  I should probably tell him something. 'Yes I guess I'm spent. Ok, your eyes are so red. Do they hurt?' He asked. I shook my head to say no. I bit my lips and bent my head down to avoid his gaze at this time. I was feeling teary.

' You need a lie down then. I could leave so you can get some rest. I'll come back in the morning to check on you. Is that okay?.' I shook my head. He looked confused by now. 'No? ' The guy must have noticed something because he looked stunned all of a sudden.  The tears just streaked down my cheeks. Oh Yella. What are you trying to do? Sitting infront of a guy and crying like that. Can't you control yourself?  Claude closed in on the space between us. Pulling me into his arms. 'Its okay. ..' He said holding me in his arms. My head rested against his chests and as hard as I tried,  I just could not stop myself from crying.

He just held me. 'Ella, I'm sorry but please stop crying. ..Please. ' I must have cried for a while till I stopped.  I pulled out of his arms and he let me. He wiped away my tear on my left cheek with his thumb and pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket. He handed it to me. 'Thank you' I managed to say.  Wiping my tears with it. 'I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to cry.  That's okay . It feels better now. Good to  know it does. ' I excused myself to go to the bathroom to wash my face and blow my nose.

When I got back,  Claude was watching Tv. He smiled at me. 'Have you eaten?' He asked. 'No. I haven't . I'll soon be starving.  Can I get you something to eat? Pizza, hope you'll share  it with me. Ok. I could call delivery. Which one would you like?' Claude asked me. I shook my head. 'I leave that to you.'  I gave him my house address and watched as he called to place an order for delivery.

We waited for the pizza and whilst we did, we talked and he made me laugh a lot. Finally, the doorbell rang. 'Can I get it?' Claude asked. 'Ok.' He went to get the door.  'Hi, is Ella around please? '  Before Claude could answer. I screamed;' little sister....' He ushered her inside. 'Hey. What was that for? I almost went back home. You weren't picking your phone. I'm sorry Aya. I seriously can't tell where my phone is. That's so annoying. Then throw your phone away please.  You throw yours away first.'  We both began to laugh. She walked to the couch where I was seated and hugged me. 'Well happy to see you finally.  Me too Aya. Claude just  watched us.

'Have you heard from Mummy? ' I asked her. 'Yes she's called me six times already.  I finally had to come here. ' I couldn't help but laugh. You and your mummy. 'Oh Ella. Its absurd. Enjoy it sister.  She's done that to everyone.  Its your turn. What can I do? ' We both laughed. Just then, the doorbell rang again.Aya and I looked on expectantly as Claude went to get it. We heard him talk to someone and then he came back inside with the family size pizza and a bag.

I got up and showed him to the kitchen.  To the dining table. Aya followed too. 'Claude,  please meet my sister.  She's Aya. Aya, meet Claude my friend. ' They exchanged pleasantries.  Aya left us to get settled whilst Claude and I munched on the pizza and drank along.

When we were done, we still sat down in the living room to chat till  half past eleven. Claude said he had to go so I would get some rest. I offered to walk him to his car but he said the door would be fine and that it was late. So my journey ended at the door.  Claude hugged me. 'Please let me know when you get home. Sure I will.' I watched as he descended the stairs and disappeared. Then I locked up and went to my room. Aya was on the phone because I heard her talking. I tapped on the door before opening it. I saw her lying face down at the edge of the bed so her face was  towards the floor and she was on the phone.

Sunshine Dollup XV

Whilst I wrestled with him. He pulled my top up so he could have  access to my bare chest. I felt his tongue on my left boobs and then he sucked on it once, twice, thrice and then as much as I hated the person doing this to me I stiffened beneath him. He sucked them and I began to enjoy it. Yell-a I heard a voice scream within me. Stop him! I knew this was not what I wanted. It was wrong in every sense but I did not have the will power to stop him. Poor me.... I just lay there at his mercy as his dirty hands gave my body pleasure. He pulled my shorts down and  unzipped his trousers.  I lost touch with the world just then.

I was only brought back to reality when he kissed my cheek.' Sweet girl.' That voice got me mad. I quickly got dressed. 'Out of my house now' I began to  yell.  'Easy Yella. We need to talk. There's nothing to talk about.  Please leave.' I walked straight to the main door unlocked it and watched him leave.

I quickly slammed the door behind him and locked it. I looked at the clock and it was 8:10. I ran to my bedroom, inside the shower to take another shower. I cried as I took a shower.  What had I just done again? I had vowed never to let this bloke close to me again. Yet tonight, it just took one suck of my boobs to let him have his way with me again. Why? Is it because I had not been close to a male in ages. No it was no reason to give in.

Dennis had been out of the country for the past couple of years.  He had called me just thrice. I did not have his number so I could never get in touch. Dennis had been my boyfriend from age eighteen. We had been planning to get  married.  I had thought I was the only woman in his life till I found out later when I went to study in the UK that he had other girlfriends.    Dennis had denied it. He did a good job of covering up and had come to visit me a few times in the Uk. When I got back home, Dennis had sold a house he had given to me  in which I lived with my family which I had already paid seventy percent for, without my knowledge.  My family had ended up being humiliated by the next occupants.

He had disappeared with my money and had rendered my family homeless for a couple of days. I never saw him again.  I heard he was in the US and that was it. It had taken years to regain nomalcy again. I could never do that to anyone yet he did it to me. Years on, he shows up again and comes to sleep with me for free. How did he find me? I cried till my tummy hurt. I had not had anything to eat all day. I finally stepped out of the shower.  I wish I did not have to go out on a date tonight. Dennis had spoilt my mood. Wicked man. I had not dated anyone else after him. Not that people did not find me attractive.  I just did not think I would find any man I would like who would treat me well.

Lately,  I had been feeling lonely and wanting to start my own family.  I lay in bed in the dark just angry at myself. I heard the doorbell ring.  I did not bother to answer.  I went to get my bag to find my phone.  Claude was calling.  I did not want to see him. What the fuck is wrong with you Yella.  This guy has been nice to you. Why are you trying to push him away now?

The call cut and then he began to call again. I still did not answer it.  I decided to call him back .  He picked up on the second ring. 'Hello' I heard Claude's voice say. 'Hello ...' I swallowed hard to prevent myself from crying. ' Are you okay? ' I tried to clear my voice to make it sound normal before answering. 'I'm fine. Are you sure? Yessss I am. I came to your place, I'm just walking  back to my car. I'm sorry. ..Do you want me to come back later? Its okay.  You can come back now. Ok. See you in a bit.'

I  got up and turned on the lights in my room.  I looked at my face in the mirror.  It looked bad but I had already told Claude to come back.  I went to the bathroom to wash it again . I needed to blow my nose and brush my teeth.  Then I heard the doorbell ring. I opened my closet to find me something to wear. I found a brown and black jumpsuit and hurriedly put it on. I went to get the door but this time, I looked through the peep hole to be sure it was Claude. I unlocked the door and ushered him in. 'Hi' he stepped inside.  I locked the door and he offered me a hug. It felt warm. Exactly what I needed. He disengaged and stared into my eyes.

'Are you okay? ' I nodded trying to smile. 'You don't look okay' said Claude. 

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