The morning after

This is wishing you all a happy new year in advance. May the peace, blessing and joy that comes with the season be with you and your household now and always.

The long silence can be perfectly explained as such, I apologize to all my ardent readers. It will however be unwise of me to let the year pass by without at least acknowledging you all, with that I say thank you for being there all through 2013. May 2014 be a more fruitful year for us all.

As much as I tried not to end this year with one of my tragic stories, that’s about what I came up with, having realized how important it is for us to reflect before stepping in to a new year.
I present “The morning after”, my end of the year story to YOU!. ‘Kisses always!

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It was obvious there was a fracture, but where exactly; she couldn’t fathom. Ada couldn’t move her neck, and as much as she tried to move her body too, the effort became futile. There was no movement for her, no merry making for anyone and there was definitely, no conversation. The room was blurry and she began to think there was something wrong with her eyes. It was silent, and she wished there was something wrong with her ears as well. She wanted someone… anyone… to talk; all to no avail. She tried hard to open her eyes, and there seated on the chair adjacent to her bed; crouched like a child that lost his toy, was Dotun… the love of her life; the father of her kids; the man, whose thoughts alone kept her alive on the sick bed. Ada kept her gaze on him, having figured he was the only person around her in the hospital. Dotun hadn’t left her bedside for hours and as much as she wanted to assure him she was going to be alright, she couldn’t. She slowly drifted back to the previous morning; the morning that life played a trick on her.

Ada tucked the children in properly, not forgetting to peck them before finally setting out. The nanny was home early enough, thanks to the extra pay she was getting that day. This was a trip Ada and Dotun had to make, even though neither of them was motivated to. She didn’t mind as she didn’t want his family’s final verdict that it was her who turned him against them even when his mother was said to be dying. Dotun tried to sweet talk her into making them postpone the journey, but Ada wasn’t hearing of it anymore. He had avoided his family members long enough since they didn’t bless his marriage or show up for his wedding because they claimed she was after his money. To her, the proposed journey was long due. To her, it was high time he forgave them. Ada let out a deep sigh as her husband gave her a warm hug before breaking free. She was doing it right this time… for her… for him… for their kids.

She heard another voice in the room, which brought her back to reality. It was the doctor, he had intruded the thoughts of her husband and children. The thoughts of the day she will always live to remember… The thoughts of the day that had kept her bedridden for hours. Ada tried to talk again, but she couldn’t. She watched her husband hurry to meet the doctor, and she listened intently to every word even though she found it hard to contribute. She heard the doctor say she was in a coma, in hushed tones… She heard him say she was going to be better after “the operation”… She heard him say he was going to try his best possible to keep her alive for the kids. She heard the last words…his final statement which threw her into total shock. She heard him say she needed to stay alive for the kids since her husband had died at the scene of the accident. She was confused and she tried to take a closer look at Dotun who was talking about being dead with the doctor. She confirmed her fears. It was her sister she had been looking at all along. She knew there was no way she could survive the trauma, her husband was gone… her backbone was gone… the only one that kept her alive on the sick bed. She thought about her kids this time, and let out a loud scream… A scream she heard only in her world.

This is just a story to reflect upon. We are not better than those that lost their lives to 2013; those that never knew they wouldn’t see a 2014. Those that had plans for the new year. RIP to those that wouldn’t get an opportunity to see a new year. May the rest of us continually receive God’s mercy!

@bilkisses

My Divorce

Happy new month to you my wonderful and ardent readers. Wishing you the best of this month and a blissful end of year. May we witness many more decembers to come in good health and wealth.

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Enjoy #MyDivorce story. Much love and ‘kisses always.

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I thought about all the musicians, carefully putting into account each of them’s stage performance I’ve either seen personally or watched on the TV. I thought about 2face in particular…that guy is just epic when it comes to live performances. Have you seen how he staggers like he’s high on expensive drugs? …or how he pulls the crowd along till the very end? You know that uniqueness in his voice, listening to him and at the same time, seeing him in person…or that feeling you get when he jumps down the stage to poke the person right in front of you… Actually enough of 2face’s dreams, he wasn’t the only one I thought about calling for my divorce.

I thought about the Mavin crew. I’m sure you’ll agree with me that don jazzy’s voice has some traces of codeine in it. Well, I sincerely don’t know the effect of that codeine, but his voice from the background…or it’s combination with the almighty Dbanj’s… Okay, I rest my case.

I thought about every other musician…the effect of the twins on stage. The effect of the wiz bro (yes, I called him a “bro” because… Well, he should actually be a bro). The effect of VEC, phyno, Chidinma, Omawunmi… But I just couldn’t get enough of my thought.

Then came the menu of the day. I thought about pounded yam…if you have ever eaten “pounded” yam, then you’ll understand me better. I thought about Amala (even though I’ve never tasted it); the thought of its flexibility overwhelmed me. I thought about jollof rice (those ones are just spectacular when made for parties). I thought about it’s fried equivalent, it’s coconut…it’s chinese. I think I’ll just skip the white. I thought about the eforiro soup (it’s just most of them don’t taste as nice as they look these days), the edikang-ikong, the ogbono, the ofe nsala. I thought about everything; then about the cakes. I decided my cakes would be from out of town. I thought about chocolate cakes (of how very quickly they melt into the mouth and then you crave for more). I thought about every edible… Small chops, fruits, coleslaw, drinks…etc. I thought about my divorce.

I didn’t remember my union; I couldn’t even explain it if I was asked to. I didn’t remember how I got involved in the first place, before the thought of a grand divorce came flying across. I didn’t remember the journey, and I sincerely didn’t want to. All I thought about was my grand divorce; the one that will once again free me from the unbearable union.

Yes, I envisaged a grand divorce; where even though the musicians refuse to turn up, my music library would give me the much needed joy. Talking about my music library, I thought about all the songs I had therein and figured it wouldn’t do the magic I really needed. I started to think again, to think about the divorce.

My divorce… So many to wine and dine on. There will be no invitation cards (I wouldn’t want to be selfish); everyone will be invited. I have to give gossips the privilege to carry first hand news. The ones that have never wished you well… The ones that always prayed you never went into a divorce (trust me, they don’t wish you well). The ones that always hoped you never realised you were even in a union. I thought about giving them lots to talk about. I thought about the side attractions… I thought about lots of souvenirs…I thought about the happy faces… the sad ones. I thought about all that I hoped for… All that I prayed to get. I thought about a grand divorce, the kind that will keep lips sealed for long.

This was about my divorce with the most humiliating factor in my life. The one that made me feel useless for long. The one that never made me stop feeling inferior. The one that instilled fear in me… The fear of being me… The fear of moving on… The fear of holding on to the good things of life. I thought about my divorce with unhappiness; it cannot win all the time. I cannot be destined to be sad. The unhappy feeling I get just when I’m about to make it in life…which shatters every main dream. I thought about my divorce with unhappiness yet again, and then I smiled…because for the first time in a long while, I will be free again. Free from all forms of sadness in my life; from all forms of fear. From the shackles of failure, the standstill of destiny, the abandonement of aquaintances. Unhappiness will not win this time because I intend to move on, to be happy again… happy to enjoy life the way I used to; happy to move on without the fear of hate. I intend to be happy… Just this time, it will last forever.

Have you had a divorce with unhappiness yet? Now is the time, you should wait no longer. I wish you everlasting joy in your life, now and always!

…And for my thoughts… Well, they ended up becoming just thoughts. Though now, I am as happy as can be.

#Onelove

@bilkisses