BEHIND CLOSED DOORS

The sun was beginning to find its way out into the open sky. It was 11am, almost time for the close of the second mass. Ann is seen walking towards the chapel where her daughter is seated patiently waiting for her. "We can go now," she said. Finally, Katrina let out a sigh of relief, she muttered. Adjusting her seatbelt in her mother’s Volvo, she asked, "Did you see Aunty Becca? Her mom replied, “No my darling, but she sent me a message.” Thank you for reminding me. I will give her a call once we get home to reschedule. Becca and Ann had become pretty close. Ann wasn’t one to make friends, but in some ways she found a sister in Becca, and that friendship has blossomed and even extended towards their kids. She met Becca at the grocery store on one of those days. She was having a sapa episode but needed to buy something for her child to eat. Becca found her crying in front of the counter while staring at the things she needed but couldn’t afford. She quickly co

This is more powerful than we can imagine, because it seeps into your subconscious without you knowing or having control over it. I confirmed the power of influence today. My brother is a fan of Chris Brown, so everyday you must hear him play “Under the Influence". You know that jam nau, yeah that one that brings a lot of erotic thoughts to the mind, but that’s not where I am driving at. Everyday he plays it while doing his press ups. Even after the exercise you will still hear the jam 5 or 6 times in a day. It was part of his routine.  This is a typical behavior of every human when it comes to playing their favorite song. It will be on repeat to the point where the lyrics eventually fall off from the beat. So today while he turned on the song, it was on repeat as usual, mom first started humming the song, then she picked a bit of the lyrics. You know that part where he sang “baby, you can ,ride it, ooh, yeah" mumsy sang “oh aay, oh yeah". She practical threw

OUTNUMBERED A fiery house is seen abandoned in a space painted with marks of dead bodies. Screeches of finger nails can be seen on the wall, with traces of faint blood oozing around the place.  What mattered to Alex the most was getting his pound of flesh from Katrina, no matter the place. All those days Alex had been restless, sleep felt like a chore to him, and he wished and prayed that the days would move faster, faster than the speed of light, so that Sunday could come around again for Uncle Mark to drive him in his faded blue jeep.It seems like the wind took his whispers of prayer to the universe. Sunday came by with Uncle Mark no where to be found. A burst of laughter is heard from within him, his opposer was laughing at the disappointment his facial features held. Alex’s heart beating so fast like a jet plane screeching over his head ready to punch his reflection in the mirror. His mom Rebecca had called out to him to let him know about the change of plans while he w

Dee had died in his sleep, how did this happen? We spoke about going to sign that music contract first thing in the morning. He was just about to start living his dreams. Ahhh, Mr Mba, how do I explain to Mr Mba that worked his ass off to get us this slot, that Dee he saw yesterday was dead. Emerie was just 15 years old, full of life and grace. Her smile could make a stammerer stutter. The only crime she committed was to hawk pure water on the highway after school. But she was only trying to help her sick widowed mother with the bills. Now she’s gone, her life, ended by a crazy trailer driver who was too impatient to wait in the traffic. Dagrin, oh I loved his music. I loved how he turned real life issues into lyrics that brought hope to our shattered country. He’s dead too but his songs live on. Just few weeks back, he was declared wanted in a country for a crime. “A corpse wanted". I used to hear tales of death, never really understood until it reached my door step a

Maybe I lost it! Maybe I lost it because, it was never mine in the first place. The more I tried to hold on to it, the eager it was to leave my hand. How do you hold on to something that doesn’t want to be kept? I’ve tried, I have chased, I have cried, I’ve prayed. What’s left to do? Don’t call me careless! You don’t know the whole story. Because you found it doesn’t make me a careless owner. But hey, you can keep it. There’s nothing left for me in there. I think I’m just done you know. Done with the drama, mind games, back and forth, lies, arguments and all. Don’t blame me for giving up. There is a limit to what a person can take. I am just fed up. My heart is tired of being mended over and over. “ I’m sorry" has lost its true meaning! Just maybe you are the lucky one, who he told about my toxicity, nagging and shortcomings. Of course he is the blameless saint, who got his heart broken by a girl who was helplessly in love with him. You know what, he is right. I was th

Goosebumps all over as I unravel the mystery you are. Your hands are not on me yet, I tremble as though, I was touched by the almighty. I open my heart to receive your love because you exchanged your life for mine. Touch me Lord, I yearn for your touch. That touch that saves. I undress before you, caress my soul, caress my mind, caress my heart, caress my whole being till I long for more. This vessel is yours: Use me as you please, use me for your glory, use me over and over. Intimacy with you is all I desire. Hold me down when my faith becomes shaky, pin me down Lord against your embrace. Keep me focused on trusting and believing in your ability to satisfy me. Keep me gasping for breath in your presence. Make me come! Make me come begging for more of you to the point where I’ve got no words left to utter. Don’t leave me. Don’t let this experience with you, be a one night stand. I want you everyday, every second, every moment. I need you as much as I need air. This vessel i

YOU CAN BE A MASTERPIECE AND STILL A WORK IN PROGRESS SIMULTANEOUSLY. Maybe it’s just my mind that likes to wander all the time. That’s how I can be in a place and travel to almost all the continent in the world. By the way my last stop is India so I am writing you from India. Namaste🙏. It was one of these wandering days, I began to think and ask questions about how humans were carefully packaged in a small container and sent to earth through a vessel. Do you understand? I mean, imagine a girl child, born with hidden breasts, curves figure,ass, long hair, height, character and every other features you don’t get to see until she’s come of age. Did you catch that? Damn. A masterpiece but yet a work in progress. Everything she will ever be or look like came with her as a package during birth. Same applies to the male gender. Born with his deep voice, adam’s apple, broad shoulders,beards and 6 packs that doesn’t show up until it is time.  How amazing! How amazing how, we were

click her e _________ Queen elizabeth the II is dead click here Laying on my bed and scrolling through my social media platforms, a news popup from one of these browsers flashed my phone with a headline stating Queen Elizabeth is dead. I didn’t believe it at first because I thought it was one of those rumours these sites carry to boost traffic and clicks. So I didn’t take it seriously. Going through my LinkedIn page I saw the news again, this time with a poster stating her age. That was when it dawned on me that truly this is no fake news, she actually is dead. A split second passed as I began to ponder about life, how fickle it is. Today you are vibrant and full of life, tommorow you’re no more; unreachable, unavailable, just gone. Life! When we die we become only but memories, memories that fades faster than the time they were created. Death is a leveler! No matter the position you held while on earth, or the family you came from, or the riches you owned. When your time c

IS ADULTHOOD REALLY A SCAM 🤔? _________ E veryone has a story, good, bad, ugly it’s still a story. These stories make up a huge percentage of everything we are, the choices we’ve made, our wins, struggles, losses, aspirations, fears etc. We started writing chapters of our stories beginning from our background and childhood experiences. Tales we were told formed our belief system, friends we made growing up formed a part of our history Growing up for me was educative, fun and filled with so much love. I was taught to always create a to-do list each morning I wake up to enable me plan my day and defeat procrastination. This I still do till date. Dad would ask for a rundown of our daily activities at the end of the day. This right here was my favorite part of the day ,so I always anticipated it. Thinking about it now, I really do miss those days you know. When all that mattered was getting good grades at school, being of good behavior, following mom and dad everywhere, taking

_______ It's in the little things, the little things does it all the time. Things that may seem unimportant and trivia create the most Memories. keeping your promises, calling when you said you would, random messages, tight hugs, thoughtful gifts, act of kindness, stolen kisses, keeping your word, spending time together, supporting eachother, going on trips....these moments can't be replayed or replaced with money. While you go about your day in search of your daily bread, don't forget the little things. Don't wait to have so much before you show the ones you love, you love them. You may not have all the time in the world. Always remember the little things matter the most! Nnó! Welcome! I am rooting for you always! Excerpts of Vocal Thoughts Behind Closed Doors ✍️. Enjoyed this read?...Leave a message! <!-- Ezoic Code --> <script>var ezoicId = 379920;</script> <script type="text/javascript" src="//go.ezoic.net/ezoic/ezoi

Don't look for me in old neighborhoods, you won't find me. Don't look for in chaos, I have found my way. Don't look for me in regret bus-top, I no longer walk that path Don't look for me in pain quarters, I have moved on. Don't look for me in old habits, I have outgrown them. Don't look for me in sadness house, I am with happy now. Don't look for me in past lifestyles, grace pulled me out. Don't look for me in comfort zones, I no longer live there. As each new day emerges, a new slate is given to me ; To tick the checklist of change So if you still have the old version of me, you might as well click the UPDATE button. Even me cannot stop me, from seeing where I am going. Ka ò dí ! Goodbye! I am rooting for you always! Excerpts of Thoughts Behind Closed Doors ✍️ <!-- Ezoic Code --> <script>var ezoicId = 379920;</script> <script type="text/javascript" src="//go.ezoic.net/ezoic/ezoic.js"></scr

The combination of these 4 words send calmness to my poor soul in chaos. I learnt to use this phrase from my best girl kasie, it was love at first hearing. Maybe because of the soothing way she says it, ummm... it could be or the precision at which they came forward when nothing else made sense. Yessss!, that's it. My heart excretes a loud exhale each time this phrase fall to my ears. In reflex my eyes close and open gently in acknowledgement of a new hope. My whole being suddenly relaxes and listens to everything nkasí is saying. kasíe m obí ! Comfort me ! Let me comfort you! So that even at your lowest, when I say them right back to you, you really hear me. Let your heart trust that "Everything Good Will Come"   This is what Kasíe says all the time !😄 Ndidi.. patience! I am rooting for you! Dear Kasie. Excerpts of Thoughts Behind Closed Doors ✍️. Enjoyed this read?... Leave a comment! <!-- Ezoic Code --> <script>var ezoicId = 379920;</script

__________ This was the first time my heart actually fluttered for a certain person. Without prior notice, it devoid me of my confidence, sleep and composure . This was a new feeling my heart was experiencing. Without control, my thoughts wandered like Alice in the wonder land seeking for a clue to the unknown. How can I forget? How can I forget how invested I was in getting him to notice me. Every of my action was geared towards getting close to this person that increased the pace at which my heart beat. Ooh my first crush! I think about it now and I laugh at my younger self ;  because the charm that made him seem like my Everything has fallen off my eyes. I can see now, clearly even! How ordinary he is,  without my feelings that made him extraordinary. Just like the rest of them, now a Faded Memory. hmmm! Ije Love! journey of love! I am rooting for you always! Excerpts of Thoughts Behind Closed Doors ✍️. Enjoyed this read? Leave a comment <!-- Ezoic Code --> <sc