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Fiery Goddess Itanje
Just read again and reminisced penning down every single word.
And so it happened that Attah had only a pen in his hands and in great fear he turned to the wall to write something. He wrote on a hard wall one airy evening, it seemed strange at first, and then something even stranger happened. He got some headway. Who would have called it headway? Itanje, the fiery goddess, appeared somewhere close to the wall where the boy stood. She looked at him sternly, for Itanje knew for sure that he was the only act of kindness that had gone out of her or the works of her hands. A witty smug filled her face as memories of her first son came to mind. But it was not her fault. She always had to do the needful.
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Selective Amnesia
‘Call me Lucy Drake, Barrister Lucy Drake. It might sound a bit awkward that a male bears Lucy – take it or leave it! But don’t bother me. This is who I am and who I’ve always wanted to be…’ He panted repeatedly, his forehead wet with sweat. His heart couldn’t produce words any further, he dropped to the floor, pushed the stop button, recording stopped. He passed out.
He removed his earplugs and put on his black slim fit Amarni Collezioni tux on a white shirt and striped black tie, stole a glance at his silver chain wrist watch, 8:30am, got into his black Hyundai Elantra and zoomed off. The CEO of Ivory Towers Plc (CSACs largest investment in Lagos) was just about 50 kilometres away or less. He had to be quick if he didn’t want to get stuck in traffic at the over-utilized Lagos Third Mainland Bridge…
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The Shades of War – 1
EPISODE ONE
‘You haven’t slept all night sir.’
He didn’t seem to be surprised at all. He looked towards him and smiled. He rarely smiled.
‘Phillip, a good shepherd should protect his flock, especially when wide animals are close-by’
‘When wild animals are close-by?’ He echoed. ‘But we just arrived this hideout yesterday and no one is aware of where we are?’ His very visible Adam’s apple vibrated as he spoke. He was a tall and lanky man with a vivacious nature that took everyone by surprise.
‘No one SHOULD be aware of where we are’ he sharply corrected his boy, stressing the should as he gave him a firm stare under arched brows. ‘This is war, and there are no certainties.’ He paused for a second or two. ‘The only certainty here is that we are constantly in danger and our lives are not ours anymore.’ Captain Achor shut his eyes as if to concentrate on some definitely less important thing. Such deviations usually helped him regain full control of his intellects which was very key, very very key. He never allowed emotions set in, not even for a second. Continue reading
The Shades Of War – 4
EPISODE FOUR
Philip staggered to his feet and his heart immediately grew heavy, and even heavier because Captain Achor had made no mention of his failure. Like a rat that had been showered with cold water, he moved to each man waking them up with little taps in very speedy successions on their laps and a low-pitched ‘wake up – wake up – wake up’. He didn’t bother to check if that did enough to wake them up, it always did. One by one he ran through the sleeping army until they became upstanding valiant soldiers. At that point all dizziness had disappeared from his eyes, his brain abruptly translated from cozy sleep to military action. It all happened too fast that it seemed like he was still at the Africa’s borders in Wonderland, even though he was fully aware that there was a situation at hand and it was not in movies or dreams, it was real life. Captain lit up a cigarette stick and smoked a little distance away while the boys were being resurrected. He always had a packet with him in his bag and smoked only when the tension was a bit high. When the going gets tough, the tough gets going. His own version of it was ‘when the tension gets high, you get high with it’. Yea, he needed a bit of highness to stand firm before his boys and fearlessly announce to them of an impending attack. He also needed a clear head to plan their escape and if necessary a counter-attack. Continue reading
My First Post
‘In the beginning, God…’
It is traditional. If you knew me a little, you could guess what it was going to be.
God was in the beginning, so how about beginning the beginning with God as the beginning… a whole lot of ‘beginnings’ here.
Let the writing now begin…
The Masterpiece's Pen 