A tale of Two … episode 2

The pair appeared to be engaged in a discourse as they are towards Tim. ‘Ah! Tim! Just the person I was looking for’, said the chairman, as they covered the distance from Where Tim stood. That, thereby haulting the discourse between the chairman and the shadowry lady in all black. ‘Good morning sir’, answered Tim. With his talk like Tim had said nothing, the chairman went on saying,’I want you to meet Ms Isabella’. Just then, the lady in all black stepped out of the chairman’s shadow to unveil herself,-her face. Stunned was the first emotion of several that Tim could grab a hold of at that moment. ‘She’s my new P.A’ continued the chairman. ‘Henceforth, you all will have to go through her to get to me.’ With that said, the pair continued down the aisle, where Tim had come from, resuming also their haulted discourse.

 

His morning and the next phase of his life had just being ruined. He managed to wobble his way to his office. He slumped on his chair and replayed that moment she unveiled herself -her face. At the glimpse of her face, his confidence evaporated through all confidence of the office building. It was only one female asides his mother who could do that to him. Yet she walked past him as if she didn’t know him from before. ‘How Did this happen?’ He kept saying to himself. He needed an answer and she was the best person to tell of the answer.

 

 

‎Oh boy! Did you see that our chairman’s P.A? She set die!’ That jabbed him out of his soliloquizing and into the goofy face of his colleague and friend. ‘Ermm, yes I did, said Tim. ‘Did you  know anything about that before now?’ Tim further asked. ‘Ah Ah! Who supposedly know anything? No be our oga at the top like you?’ replied Momoh his friend. ‘True! But I obviously didn’t know.’ ‘I wonder why oga feel the need for a P.A,especially that kind P.A. I hope it only stays as P.A matter o! said momoh with humour chipped right in the middle. ‘Hmmmn!’ The only reply Tim could mutter. It in fact wasn’t a reply but a projection of the thoughts he had in mind and momoh wouldn’t and couldn’t know this. As if to regain composure but only for a few minutes, Tim asked Momoh for the file he had requested the day before, for reviews. When the two were done with their business, momoh left. Leaving Tim to billions of distracting thoughts, all towards the lady in black. The rest of his day went uneventful even though he was clouded by paperwork and meetings. At close of work that day, he left the office 5’9 and even shorter than that for his confidence had since evaporated at her sight.

   TYHILLZ

to be continued….. if you mised ep 1. you can read it here

 

A Tale of Two (ATOT)….series

  Tim never took off his confidence. He was always well dressed in it. It was almost as if it were his second skin. He wore it like one would wear a very expensive accessory, only that he never took it off:at least the world thinks that and Tim almost believes  it’s indeed that way.
  Trendy was his middle name. He rocked every Trendy look like it was birthed from his person. At 5’9, he considered himself short,but for whatever inches in height he felt he was short of, his confidence was his stilettos.
  Head shaved bald,face decorated with well groomed adjoining moustache and beard streaming down from both cheeks. He was  a true version of the #beardgang model. With structurally fine chiseled triceps and biceps in place, a crooked but charming smile, he was what Is now said, “a baby boy”.
  As was custom, his confidence precedes and announces his presence like a stilettos would on a marble floor. Flushes, gushed and blushes prepared themselves to visit his female admirers as he stepped into the office building. He usually indulged them with his smile-that smile, and they all think, soon it will be my turn. To be picked, cooked and eaten, like beans but in his case, he eats them raw. He had a reputation and that was it.
 Tim was careful, enough to only indulge the ladies at work with his smile and that only. As a member of the management board, he ensured office scandal be far off him as much as the north pole.
  His confidence did  a pretty good job of announcing his entry into the office that morning, one that he would wish he had reserved. His routinely entreê act in play:where the ladies flirtatiously salute him and his returning response a smile -that smile, was cut short just at the middle of the aisle by a voice he would recognize even in death.
  The smile slowly thinned out, the first of many other things that would. Heading straight to him, north of the aisle, was the chairman of the company shadowed by a lady in black -all black.
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EXPECTATIONS…

I feel the weight on my shoulders sometimes,I feel I may be consumed it bothers me day and night as I wake up in the morning, as I lay down  to sleep at night, sometimes I cry wondering if I’ve got what it takes, I ask God to give me the strength and guide my part. I soldier on with hope and aspirations, sometimes I fail sometimes I win, but I never give up, no, never, i’m determined to make it no matter what it takes. Sometimes my drive and zeal makes me push the limits. I’m almost desperate at times I go to extremes, do things I said I wouldn’t do, I said I wouldn’t do this things before reality hit and I realized it’s a Wild wild world and sometimes you bend the rules and hope for some luck. This expectations are weighing heavy on me, it’s a fine line I’m  treading, hoping not to lose site of what the real aim is. This isn’t a pursuit of happiness quite the opposite with similar parallels. It’s a pursuit to stay relevant and to exist so at each turn, expectations meet duty, drive and zeal provide the fuel needed to keep me going. Sometimes I just want to give up, like “God why me” how does it come easy to some, some who don’t even believe in you. But who am I to question the almighty? Is a quick dollar really worth it? I ask myself and most times I say yes.  Today’s society is different from what and how our parents grew up so while they have passed on all their knowledge, it’s our duty to not just accept it but bring it up to date with society. This ain’t the 60’s anymore.I’m not desperate, no I’m not but expectations are weighing heavy on my shoulders sometimes I shed a tear just considering the possibility of being consumed, of not being able to fulfill expectations but I’m a born fighter, I’ll fight until there’s literally no fight left in me and I only see that happening when I’m six feet under the ground. Until that happens, I’ll keep feeling the weight of expectations and I’ll keep fighting. I hate to lose and I’ll never admit to being second best. It’s my self believe that I can do it if I’m devoted and put my mind to it, the drive to win means I’ll keep going even if I have lost a thousand times before I’ll keep going until I finally win, I don’t quit I can’t quit this expectations won’t just let me!!!

 

JOZI

…HER DO I LOVE

Have you seen her

The one for whom I’ve been searching?

The one for whom I have trekked miles?

Have walked miles with my only source of light fireflies

That one for whom I have climbed countless mountains

And my only source of water, fountains

She for whom I have sojourned

But alas I find her not no matter how many times i turn

And how many kilometres I run

For whom I would gladly return dust to dust

Where ashes to ashes is not a curse

For in this life only two of her exists

My mother and her for whom I persist

For only both could I die for

And even in death I’d love her more

Her description goes thus:

Eyes as bright as the lens of the midday sun

And for them my vices and resistance burn

Her voice a choir of sirens and this cools down my soul

A touch softer than a million thread counts

With skin smoother than oil

Her legs as long and slender as that of the ostrich

Of a truth, she was the reason God rested on the 7th day

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JOZI’S ….

I recently discovered a part of me that i hardly get in touch with,heck i had very little idea it existed. I am talking about the  part of the human brain that makes us feel jealous. I am not the jealous envious type i despise it but i did feel jealous very recently . it is of course about a girl and that’s  where it becomes strange. the girl in question, let’s call her X, isn’t my gf i don’t have a crush on her. In many ways though we are connected. about 6 yrs back we reconnected and trust me i had no idea we wuld be this close i have feelings for her like no other not the bf i wanna “chike” u, sleep with you (dats up 4 debate tho) kind of feelings just an unnatural feeling towards this girl it supercedes most. trust me it’s scary. I’ve been there for her and she’s been  4 me through thick n thin, support, advice,.. she’s kinda my conscience in many ways. before i do something stupid, i ask her opinion which i mostly take. she tells me my right and wrong, she makes me understand and show emotions to things I am very bad with. I am like the most emotional sociopath you’ll ever know if  you find a way to connect emotionally to a sociopath that is.which brings me to the jealousy ish . i mostly know who she’s screwing, who she’s in love with, who she hates…. whom she lost her virginity to, most of her bfs need to have my blessing before she goes ahead with them. It’s like we are soul partners in a way. so quite surprisingly very recently she told me she was screwing sum1 and it hit a cord with me . i was shell shocked to say the least. Don’t get it twisted i didn’t suddenly develop feelings for her or want to date her etc etc but it did hit me. i don’t know why but  it felt different for me. here is sum1 i actually encourage to have sex which she does and i feel nothing but something felt different. i tried to process why i suddenly felt this way, exploring all possible options as to why, including if i wanted her to be my gf etc etc but it wasn’t any of that. i finally figured it out. this was the most vocal she had been about any of her exploits, she was not only enjoying this, she just wasn’t getting enough, it was like she had found some brand new way of mixing crack that made it different from everything out there she was into it and that’s why i was feeling the way i did. I was happy 4 her but i wished i was the 1 having this kind of happy sex, where i coudn’t get eonugh and just wanted to keep going. not  that i get bored having sex, especially if its on a constant basis, I’m a freak. I’ll do just about anything in bed. I am kinky(no judging) but yet sex gets boring after a while and I’d pretty much just want to be alone with no hassles from the opposite sex. i really like my quiet. there you have it. I don’t know if I am finding excuses or just jealous… you be the judge.

A CUP OF KINDNESS

Give me a cup of kindness yet

In this scorching heat, give me a drink

When my chips are down, and luck’s away

Let not my frown, push thee away

Give me a cup of kindness yet

The world’s unfair, my bones are bare

Don’t show pity, show me some love

Your pretty smile, might be enough

Give me a cup of kindness yet

Drink to my health, drink from my wealth

I own nothing but me my dear

If I can hope, I shall not fear

Give me a cup of kindness yet

Give me a sip, give me a sniff

I’m lost in memories and bliss

I’m 5 loaves of bread and two fishes

Give me a cup of kindness yet

Don’t you cry, if today I died

For while on earth,you were so kind

From a penny, you gave a pound

Anywhere I am, I’ll never forget

Of how you have always been a friend

Give me a cup of kindness yet

Let me believe, there’s God on earth.

CHIADIKA IFEANYI

je suis charlie

To whom it may concern

You stole the beauty of breath

You kill to teach, we live and learn

the pen is mightier than the sword

break us at will, we shall not bend

 

To whom it may concern

veiled in iniquity and covered in blood

you Shame the very beliefs you should stand for

Allahu akbar” God is Great

you created Martyrs when you should defend your faith

 

Where is Holiness without humanity?

Are you too blind to see

the loveliness in our Differences

Be you and let us be!

 

all around the world we raised our pens

to defend our freedom and fight for peace

You have your bullets, We have more ink

Our words would outlive your terror tricks

 

 

To whom it may concern

don’t be ignorantly misled

to think that all is right

If nothing is done when all’s been  said

 

(R.I.P   Charb, Cabu, Honoré, Tignous ,Wolinski, Bernard Maris and all those who lost their lives to the terror on january 7th,2015 just for their beliefs)