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

What a sHiTtY experience!

“Gbrakpakpakpakpakpa” it quaked; almost shattering my own eardrums while deafening my silence. I smiled at how awkward things could have gotten having missed my one and only chance with cupididae.
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Hey there, I’m joshblizzy, thought to share my lil’ shitty experience…

“I went to the barbers…to have my hair cut, of course *clears throat* This is just the beginning. Apart from the phobia of getting a bad cut which would automatically mar my self-acclaimed sex appeal, I’m always so conscious about getting my hair treated rightly. Upon completion, my suaveness immediately increased (confidence booster) and I couldn’t help admiring myself in the mirror (hey, stop that thought! I’m not gay!). Stepping out of the salon in style, I proceeded home. Considering the fact that I live in an estate not too far from the salon, I had earlier opted to trek; and as I was about to take a last turn off our arguably tarred road, I saw this damsel… *pause*

Damsel: (n.) A young unmarried woman. (Examaxe Online Dictionary)
Damsel: (n.) A beautiful chic with perfectly shaped curves and tits that make u go gaga; could be light/dark/tall/not-tall/married/unmarried. (Bilkisses blog)

*play*
As usual, my heart missed a systole (which is normal for any real man *winks*). I held my breath for a short while until my memory started re-booting and my system, re-processing. From nowhere, the word “cupididae” came in, and that I automatically named her. Though, it had been a while I ventured into that kind of quest, I decided to introduce myself, gaining every iota of confidence from the supposed “perfect” hair cut I just had. With the almost appropriate pick up line, I went “Hello, I’m not an angel, but I can sure light your way with my torch in this darkness” *bleerrrr* Who still says that? She surprisingly turned, smiled and said “hello, thank you”. She was blushing, and that gave me the much needed welcome and a triumphant entry into her company.

Just as I was about to consolidate my feat, I felt a rumbling in my bowel. Oops!… Ignoring the warning, I started the name exchange procedure… and on a close shave with my second question, I felt another migratory proceeding in my bowel and a nudging sensation emanating from my rectum. I didn’t need a soothsayer to tell me what was wrong as I knew I had to get to the gents instantly! In the process of “trying to act normal”, when I sincerely knew I wasn’t, I didn’t get her response to my second question aiming to know where she resided, and then I knew I was in for a shocker. Even my haircut wasn’t getting me out of this mess. My mind was already like Einstein’s, full of physics; calculating my rate of movement in relation to the time of release of my …you know. As a fact, I knew I had to run; however, I didn’t want Miss cupididae to pass me by! (Seriously, any guy would have done the same *sad face*).

(In between the devil and the deep blue sea) I was already awkward beside her. She was bewildered as of now and I could only imagine what she would have been pondering, while I kept trying not to leave room for disappointments. Feigning ignorance, I made a quick call to my brother who kept saying “hello, what are you saying, who are you talking to?” till I ended the call, and with the pretense that there was an emergency at home, I excused myself afterwards and away I raced from my Miss Cupididae… A valiant home run to the comfort of my toilet seat *covers face*.

“Gbrakpakpakpakpakpa”… The feeling came before the emotion. I was relieved before I could think of the loss, my loss. But then I was going to console myself with the details I got; her name and where she stays… only to realize they were all gone, flushed with the lumps of dumps down the pumps; through the drain and away from my brain! *deep sigh* I couldn’t hate the rumble any lesser! But I definitely couldn’t be blamed for the loss as the saying “You can’t cheat nature” definitely came in handy.

All the while it’s been @Bilkisses. What a shitty experience. ¯\..(•͡.̮ •͡ )../¯
Big ShoutOut to @Joshblizzy for the narration. Cheers from this end of the globe!!

‘kisses always!