WHEN IT'S NOT HUSHED

Will you blame me...?

I love my wife and we have been married for two blissful years; trust me marriage is sweet.

Everything was how it should be. The love between us was so much we did nothing independently. We actually met in a studio. I was her guest and then the chemistry developed.

Maybe I should call it a planned work because as a relationship consultant, I had seen a lot not to mention things I heard. Let’s just say the gravity of what I knew left me single till I was brought in as a guest. Walking into the studio, I felt the aura but as much as I tried to dissuade it, it kept dancing around my medulla.

I wasted no time, though the ladies that wanted me as their man got disappointed. What do you expect, I am not so catchy like that but I know what I carry and that I kept to myself.

We got married and I was all for it. Things got weird when I started experiencing women both young and old; who started making passes at me. At first I thought it was a normal thing but then it got worse the night I got a strange call from one Sinat, that’s right.

“….am I on to Ran" she asked seductively. What an effrontery, she actually called me by my name and I got pissed……

“…can I help you? I asked gentlemanly

“….yes, you …know we can do one or two things for each other, it’s no more news that you are good in bed. She flirted.

That settled it. My wife had been broadcasting how good I am in bed and now she had  no idea what the repercussions are. 

“…..Honey, how come I have 500 followers on my instagram in a day?” I asked my wife.

“it’s a good thing… ?” she said excitedly

“But they are all women?” I queried further 

“Really, what is it they need?” She asked

“Me”. I answered

"That's nice...enjoy it" she said nonchalantly 

I am going to enjoy it and you all should not blame me. She started it but will she accept it. 

She doesn’t know what she gat coming…

written by: omolarawrites

Picture source: Google

Copyright 2018

Life is tragedy to those that feels and a comedy to them that thinks.  

M NEWS

BETWEEN MY LEGS

“…You know I love you right?.. and I can do anything for you, my life is for you”.

He had a way of starting his words with YOU and ending it with YOU. He always made me fly to places I should walk and then whenever he was done, he said “You are the best”.

Grin had engaged me for the past ten years and for the same ten years, he had kept the heat between my legs. Most times I got corrected in my office for sitting carelessly...

“Miss Openg you are not well seated” my immediate boss said one of those days. They only need to know how many rounds I go with my ever firing fiancé every day and to think that we lived a couple's life made it worse.

He had his job and it was a fantastic one, I dreamt all my life how I would be called Mrs. Nott. My parents had done all they could to get me out of his house; 

“This guy is not a serious person, he has kept you in his house for the past five years and he is not coming to do the needful, I want you to leave” my mum pleaded but what did I have to reply “Mum, the fact that he allowed me to come live with him is a conviction on its own that he doesn’t want me out of his sight” I defended.

And now he says he is not interested again, where do I start from…

‘…...what about the heat between my legs…?

“…...what about the sleepless night I had climbing into cloud nine or whatever he called it?

“….. What about the time I had to use pad to curtail the drops and he still wanted it?

“….. What about the guys who wanted me but because he said he would marry me, and I refused to listen to them

And now he says he is not been led anymore….? I.... tried to help him find the compass but he is not having any of it? Oh Lord!!

When I am done, I will call 911…

this is from the lady's pespective, guys what's yours

WRITTEN BY : omolarawrites

PICTURE SOURCE: Google

COPYRIGHT 2018

GATHERED DUST

“Though we love you but God loves you more”. The priest said. Everyone was dressed in black, my father sat behind us.

 My siblings were drained as a result of unending tears. It was my mom’s burial. The woman that would be lowered to the ground, the rain drizzled outside; the wind blew leaving its bitter taste on my tongue.

It was my dad’s turn to read his tribute, I adjusted on my seat, my eyes glued on his, waiting, listening….watching and then he said…

“….she was a mother to our children. When we started our lives together, I never knew she would leave before me ( he cried) she meant the world to me and to think what I am today is because of Mopelola, but death  would not allow me to enjoy my wife” he stopped to wipe the tears on his cheeks then continued. 

“..I am privileged to be your husband though things will not be the same now that you have left us. I will forever cherish the moments we shared together and please make sure you keep the space next to you in heaven so when I come I can have it ( he sobbed). Though you are not here with us, but you have left five wonderful kids who are replica of your awesomeness. From me, Toye Tipe, Tumu, Tedi, and Tara we say, sleep well our loving mother”.

This is Tara and I am the first child, as I watched my father on the pulpit recited the Zionist propaganda on our mother’s coffin made me want to puke and scream out loud “Liar!! that is who you are dad, you killed our mother” but who would believe my story.

My mother is dead, the mother of mothers is gone, she was not there to defend or better still land a resonating slap on my father’s face. That was the time I wished the dead could talk; I mean defend themselves. He stood there looking pitiful and sober.  The nostalgic feeling came handy for me since she breathed her last breath.  And now I am carried away as the service was on, thinking of how we got here.

At least I knew the reality from age fifteen.  I was with my mum in her room folding clothes, she moved to the wardrobe and then opened it, she brought out the pictures my dad and she took while they grew together in love right from the university days.

MY MUM SPOKE

“ I met your father when I was in part three and he came in as a fresher. He looked appealing and I wanted nothing but him. My course mates dissuaded me from going into a relationship with him, they said a lot of things, “He is your junior, you can’t afford to relegate yourself to the background” but I listened not to them. The drama started when he had to drop out of school.

It was like a whirl wind but as an industrious lady, I took it upon myself to sponsor your father. Despite the ranging storms, we were able to survive. Our love grew so much and we became the focus of gossips. Since I was ahead of him, I started working, preparing for us to settle down. The love we had for each other could not be conquered and our parents were in support.

Though my mother was very skeptical about it but with little persuasions from here and encouragement there that my father inputted; we were good to go.

He joined me in the labour market three years later and we tried all means to get him a job but all efforts failed. We decided to get married on my income. None of this mattered to me because we both loved each other.

Few years later we decided to look for another way out and we both agreed he furthered his studies which I single-handedly sponsored. My work got blessed and I was able to build this house. Lest I  forget, your father actually made me a woman the night of our wedding, at least he waited.”

I stood to fetch my mother a glass of water. It’s true the say that a mismanaged happiness kills faster than depression; because the moment my dad became a man, he started having affairs with the divorced tenant that stayed in our boy’s quarters. My dad was not dignified enough to move far away.

My mum sacrificed everything within her reach to make my dad who he was. My mum could argue with God that her husband was faithful and that was the major collapse she had. She left for work which was her usual practice but then she left one of the documents at home. I could still picture the shaking as she narrated the ordeal.

Since then, my mum developed health issues that later claimed her life. Can this man just be human? No he is an animal; he actually slept with the whore on their matrimonial bed the night she died (his usual practice anyway). Could he just wait for my mother’s corpse to get cold? 

He made sure everything my mum worked for got willed to the slut he was banging, leaving the children with nothing.

The tap of my shoulder jerked me back to reality and the cloud of tears ready to drop couldn’t help itself. I cried out, “Daddy stop!!

Story written by : omolarawrites
Picture Source : Google
Copyright 2018

THE RANTING RAT

The Male Rat is in his hole scratching his back and then a male Squirrel passes by scratching his legs seriously. 

The Rat sees the Squirrel and stops scratching his own back then he says to the Squirrel “How can you be scratching your leg like that oh Squirrel, don’t you see how disgusting this looks and to think you are full of yourself in this jungle” the Squirrel becomes ashamed and he bends his head as he moves away.

Immediately the Rat sees him move away in shame, he begins to laugh and as he laughs he continues to scratch his back.

Moments later, the Rat climbs out of his hole still scratching and then he sees the Squirrel moody and crying. He stops his scratching so the Squirrel will not see that he is doing the same thing he made jest of.  He was going out to see his friends whom are birds of the same feathers.

On his way, he sees other animals carrying water pots, fire woods and bush meat coming from the farm and river; then he stops to great them. “Welcome o, how was farm today?” he snitched “interesting o thank you” they echoed. The look on their faces shows that they are tired from the farm work but then the rat says something that makes them stop and drop their loads. 

“….  Are you aware that the squirrel you all celebrate as the modest of all; whom you are crowing as the leader of hunters tomorrow was busy scratching his leg today? It was very disgusting; he even ate the flies that bit him …… “He jested. The other animals started laughing and saying all sorts on their way home thereby broadcasting what the Rat told them. 

As they pass the Squirrel’s compound, they call him “scratchy scratchy hunter, we thought you are modest”. The female squirrel is not at home to witness this. Hearing this, the male Squirrel begin to cry.

At the night, the male Squirrel lays beside his wife still crying. The female Squirrel is asleep but wakes immediately she hears her husband cry. “darling Squ, why are you crying, you should be rejoicing because tomorrow you are going to be crowned the leader of the hunters in our land, tell me, why is there so much tears dropping” the male squirrel cries the more” huuuuu heeeee hiiiiiii, I am not better thank my ancestors, I don’t want to be crowned the leader….”he wailed.

His wife sits and folds her hands round him. “My love, something must be making you to cry, please tell me” she persuaded then he says. “ I was walking in the bush today, and then my leg began to itch me so I started scratching it, I never knew the rat was in its hole watching me, and then he began to make jest of me and you know I feel incapacitated when I am made jest of huuuuuu heeeeee hiiiii” he cries. “Is that why you refused to eat the delicious and expensive food I made for you this evening?...

Make merry my love and never allow what anyone says to make you feel bad. Have you forgotten that this same rat wanted to be your friend but because of his smell and deceitful life, you kept your distance, don’t expect him to back down easily” she said encouragingly. The squirrel is calm, and then he smiles. “I know the best solution to this, and trust me it will work”.

Early in the morning, the Squirrel wakes up before anyone could and makes his way to the rat’s house. He begins to sing loud and then the Rat wakes up and says “Squirrel you should be crying in shame for scratching your body and eating….” He mocked but the Squirrel cuts him “your frustration is pent up my dear friend, I saw you first yesterday as you were scratching your back,

I pitied you because I know it is not an easy thing, I wanted to help you get the balm you would rub on your back so the itching will stop, but while I was coming I was bitten by an ant and I scratched it. You can say all you want but now I see how weak and frustrated you are, you are done controlling my reactions I am done with you ….” He walks away majestically leaving the Rat lost and defeated.

No man should see himself better than the other. If you have this mind in you it might be a bit difficult to deal with the ones who don’t. analysis has it that the ones who are so keen at making others feel bad about themselves are actually the ones battling with insecurities. They become controlling so as to appear strong and in charge but never are they.

We have screamed it loud but we still have the deaf, we have shown it but we still have the myopic; that life is not a competition because we run different races on different tracks. This I say; when they cannot fathom how you do what you they go about spreading tales in order for them to feel better, gathering together to devote on your matter; making jest of you to make them feel better.

Karl Max says and I quote “It is a bad thing to perform menial duties even for the sake of freedom; to fight with pinpricks, instead of with clubs. I have become tired of hypocrisy, stupidity, gross arbitrariness, and of our bowing and scraping, dodging, and hair-splitting over words”.

There is power in words and men have come to exploit it greatly making it the breaking tools of destruction. But the moment you can keep yourself above them by been happy always, the battle is no more yours to fight. Are you aware that staying happy makes them weak? Don’t just be happy but be intentional about it at the end of the day; the people that are recruited to mock you will multiply themselves to deal with that people that recruited them

You don’t have to chase the happiness you already have, how do I know this? Bertolt Brecht; the great has this to say “Everyone chases after happiness, not noticing that happiness is right at their heels. The law was made for one thing alone, for the exploitation of those who don't understand it, or are prevented by naked misery from obeying it. To live means to finesse the processes to which one is subjugated” just keep your cool and watch them crumble like massive.

“Do not fear death so much, but rather the inadequate life”. Do not fear them, stand tall, do your work and gun after excellence, if you result into sulking like that squirrel did, you will just be fueling their energy; fine if you have sulked but end up defeating them by discountenancing their actions. 

 Are you aware that everyone has his weakness but some have the doctorate degree in feeding off others so as to feel better? If you succumb, you have made them succeed but if you move on, one day too soon they will come and learn “please forgive us and give those tips to us so we can benefit from it as well.”

Look at the rat, he was scratching his back which is worse but then making jest of squirrel. They will make jest of you on your way to fulfilling your destiny, in fact they will recruit others to make mockery but are you aware of the fact that they are so weak? In literature, these set of people are said to be suffering from crisis of consciousness”

Confidence is silent, insecurity is loud” know your worth and stick to it…

WRITTEN BY: omolarawrites

PICTURE SOURCE: Google

COPYRIGHT: 2018

To be cont

TRAGIC SUCCESS

BASED ON A TRUE EVENT

This story might be short, but the events were larger than life

Far away in Oyo State, we visited a woman who wanted us to publish her story.  We drank the wine she served; waited for her to tell her story.

The hesitation became uncomfortable for us but since she was the one who placed the call, we knew she was not kidding.

It was two hours later, and then she began to pour her heart out in hot tears.

My name is Abigail; I am a native of Oyo state. The story I called you to hear is heavy in my heart but I have to let it out. I am married to Mr Ogunnise and a son was released to us. You can call me a successful woman because I was favoured. I need no one to tell me that I am the cause of my misfortune and I want you all to hear my story and let people out there know that God’s time is the best in all we do; whenever we pray for a thing to happen, we should be patient.

I got married at the age of thirty because i couldn’t get a man to propose to me on time. I waited for six years before I had the only child- John (she stopped to wipe her face). After giving birth to him, I developed complications, I had my womb removed. My husband was not happy because he wanted five children. We decided to leave it that way.  The reason why I called for this interview started when I resumed my job in Sinmco Dust Int.

Every man wants promotion in their various fields of work. Working with the state government can be tiring and I had my fill already. I decided to venture into federal but I wasn’t opportune because I could not meet up with the politics played.

For the past twelve years of hard work with Sinmco Dust Intl, I was made to wait for promotion while other staff came and over took me. At a point I was very disturbed but I decided to wait. I was due for a car since I climbed level five but it never came.

Every blessed day I wrote and mentioned it to my superiors but no one seemed ready to assist. My husband persuaded me to hold on but I won’t have any of it. I was due for it and that was all that mattered.

If I was due for a car for the past six years and the ones that got to the job after me got theirs, then something is wrong somewhere. (She paused and then gulped the water before her). I could afford a car but each time I tried, something came up so I decided to pursue the one I would not have to buy with my money.

Luck smiled on me exactly on the seventh year pf waiting; my boss called me and handed over the key of a brand new car. That was it. Prayers answered. I got home and celebrated with my family. Since I had the car, I went for driving lessons.

Hmmmmm, God knows what’s best for us but we are not satisfied. Let me ask you, have you ever prayed for something and it was never done, then later you were grateful the prayer wasn’t answered.

I was in my car one Monday morning. I turned on the ignition and then I reversed. I…..i…. hit something then I heard a loud shout. I rushed out of the car only to see my only child crushed under my wheels, he wanted to bring the phone I left on the table…

This story is as real as you reading it.

While you pray, wait!

Story written by: omolarawrites

Picture source: google

Copyright 2018

TEARS NOT SHED; THE LIGHTS 2

Having settled, my parents got comfortable and then they decided to take us to our home town. We never heard them mention that before, besides, whether our grandparents both paternal and maternal still lived was not known to us so we just believed our generation started yesterday.

They decided we make the visit during Christmas. We packed and off we went. It was fun though, but there is no place like home. We rounded up the visit. On getting home we discovered Tope had a swollen left leg. She was in serious pain but we took it for granted. Few days down the line the leg was so swollen she couldn’t walk.

We started the running to make the leg heal but before we knew it, everything escalated. It was time for her to resume school but she was unable to. That was the beginning of the unforeseen delay. The aspect I would bring out is; for the fact that she was the only one in the house that had to wait for things, now that she couldn’t walk, matters got worse. Her classmates made jest of her but my mom. Oh mummy! (crying) stood by her.

Mothers, please gather around and lets have these words of prayer; to every seed that came forth from your womb, non shall miss, and to every mothers running up and down on a child, the Lord will give your rest on them, peace be stilled. I won’t leave my dad out of this as well because he was there encouraging my mum.

The hot tears that dropped from my sisters eyes cannot be quantified because she had to stay alone at home in a position while we all went to school and my parents to their various places of work. She had no friends, she had no folks but the siblings were there all the way.

COMIC RELIEF

How many of you ganged up against your parents while growing up? Yo right? You are with me; Fantastic. My mum at a point had to start bribing me to be on her side because if any of us should err then we would rally round the person. There was this slag we used “iya ajoje lo maa n dun” (a joint punishment is enjoyable).

PAIN CONTINUED

 I could remember my sister said she would give anything to be like me because I had so much love showered on me. I wouldn’t know about you but for me, I received over one hundred letters from guys but I wasn’t ready for them, I was just too frivolous to be serious.

The leg got so swollen, there were complications. We were told the leg would be amputated.  God forbid! That was not what we bargained for. The light showed at the end of the tunnel when we met a doctor a day to the amputation and he performed the miracle with the help of God.

Tope was saved. As a bright student, she was able to meet up with her studies. Though she used crotches all the way but then things were better.

The core of the story is, Tope had the other side of life full of loneliness and rejection, while the rest of us had so much fun. It was time for her to move to higher institution and then another battle started. I wrote the same exam with her, my admission was fast and smooth; my younger brother did the same. I was already in part two second semester with my brother before my sister gained admission after so many disappointments.

It can only take the grace of God for men to wait for their time. It’s not every delay that is as a result of witches and wizards. The fact that people around us are having what we are struggling to have doesn’t mean we are forgotten or cursed. There is no late coming in destiny fulfillment as long as the fellow rests on God’s words

Tope became daunted and by that virtue she said a lot of discouraging things to herself, but along the line, faith surged up in her and she became encouraged. She started studying her bible and praying. What challenges me till now is, why we were busy with our lives, she interceded for us.

Tope, though you are not perfect but, I am blessed to have you as a sister.

Was she in any relationship? No; it was as if the guys were so blind. To those guys who preyed on naïve and innocent girls, you own fire is burning especially if you fail to repent. By the time she clocked twenty seven, she was all over herself with so much discouragement. While I was counting guys that came to me for relationship, she was counting less than zero. 

There was this brother in our church then that was pretending, he thought he could have his way with my sister but trust me, even if my sister could not fight for herself, I was there posing like mother hen. I made sure I drove all those never serious guys away from her, though she was angry at times but I stood my ground.

TESTIMONY OF IT ALL

With so much years of neglect and pain, she is the most celebrated of the sibling as she is now happily married with three kids (twins of recent). The woman no one wanted because she was strange is now married to a man who would never allow an ant to take a stroll on her.

You only need to see her now. I still have more to write but the testimony continues. As a virgin, she walked majestically into her marriage and for the love of her, I am blessed. Everything we achieved before her, she did and overtook us all. 

You might be walking slowly in your journey of life while others are flying but do you know that you are capable of overtaking them. There is always a pause for every man, some had theirs when they were young, some while they were in higher institution, some while they were trying to get a man to love them, some even got a man but marriage wasn’t surfacing. Or is yours all about having a child, having a desirable job and even breakthrough? There will be a pause but hold on.

Men are not created to have all at once, that is why the time for everyone is there to make things happen when it is right. Your purpose can never be compromised as long as you don’t give up. You might be poor now, but I want you to envisage that time of wealth coming your way one day too soon.

The pause is not a curse.

Story written by : omolarawrites

picture source :Google

Copyright 2018