Beauty on Rubbish

So today after my CDS, i sat down with a few friends gisting and all, we decided to hang out in a ‘buka’ and on getting there they all rushed for the plastic table and sat down quickly on the chairs, I was left with the bench lol but the bench was a table, so i had to get a plastic chair to sit on.
While sitting there, I suddenly felt sorry for the poor bench because everyone chose the plastic table over it and while sitting there, I likened this bench to some of us, people do not consider us to be useful or do not see anything good coming out of us this also happened in the Bible too
“Can any good thing come out of Nazareth?-John 1:46”
And we all know the rest of the story…. I’m here to tell everyone of us that most people consider as “rubbish” that something beautiful could come out of you, let me give you a tip: Whenever people tend to make you feel less of yourself, just remind them that you are God’s creation and you were created in his image and likeness
And good news! Something good came out of my bench, here it is:

It’s beautiful isn’t it?? I hope this post was able to cheer someone up? Thanks for following me on this journey xx

Bag: From a boutique in Port Harcourt
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My new friend


  • “Lizzy!” my mum called from the basement
    “Mum! I’m coming” I ran quickly to meet her forgetting i wasn’t wearing my slippers
    “Please, i need you to go down the street and get me a screw driver from Mrs Martins” she said not looking at me
    Thank God she didn’t look at me, if not she would have realized i wasn’t wearing my slippers, she really hated that.
    I left her there and quickly put on my slippers and rushed out. Walking down the street, waving to a few people i knew neighbors as we usually call them…. I was getting close to Mrs Martins house, just then i saw a girl a bit a taller than i was i guess because she had long legs which i noticed and a black kinky hair, sitting on the pavement sobbing… I ignored her and continued walking but her sobs stopped me from moving a step further, so i went back and sat beside her… She didn’t notice because her head was lowered, i kept asking myself what i was doing here instead of going to Mrs Martin’s house to get the screwdriver for my mum.
    “Hello” I finally said
    She finally looked up, her eyes were already sore from crying, she was really beautiful from what i could see but hardship had disfigured her into a walking dead, she said nothing just lowered her head and continued crying.
    She didn’t want to talk to me or anyone, so i stood up and started walking to Mrs Martin’s house
    “Please wait” i turned and looked, the voice belonged to the girl, i felt really sorry for her and went back to sit down beside her
    “I ran away from home, because my mum wants me no more. She blames me for everything and that I’m the reason my dad left her, that my dad never wanted a girl but a boy. She couldn’t take in again because her womb was damaged because of an infection, so my dad left us” she said with tears welled up in her eyes
    I didn’t know what to tell Her because i also came from a broken home, my mum and dad got divorced after my mum caught my dad cheating but i couldn’t go into details
    “I’ll take you to my mum, just don’t leave here, I’ll be right back” i said getting up
    I rushed over to Mrs martin’s house and got the screwdriver and took along with me the girl.
    “What took you so long Lizzy?” my mum asked when i got to the basement
    Just then she noticed a figure behind me and lowering her voice she asked
    “Who is she? What’s her name? Who are her parents?”
    “Mum slow down, first of all i forgot to ask her about her name but she needs help” i said
    My mum willingly accepted her, i later found out that her name is Mabel, she told my mum everything and mum promised to take her back to her mum the next day, she retaliated though but my mum told her that she’ll have no reason to run away from home again. The next day finally arrived, we all rode down to Mabel’s house, after the bell rang a woman with so much resemblance with Mabel opened the door with bloodshot eyes. She looked at Mabel and started sobbing, my mum took her in… the house was a mess, she had been drinking. My mum and i cleaned up the entire house and my mum finally sat Mabel’s mum down and also told her, about her own marriage and promised to help her get a job.
    After hearing the words of encouragement from my mum, her countenance changed and she asked Mabel to forgive her, and promised to give her a better life. We left them to catch up. On our way back home…..
    “I’m so proud of you Lizzy” my mum said with a smile on our face.
    I was so happy that i was able to help someone.
    A few weeks later, Mabel and her mum came over to our place to thank us, Mabel looked transformed and i could see she was happier now, i felt a sense of satisfaction. That was how the friendship started between both families.
    I got to go now guys, I’m supposed to meet Mabel at the mall. Always learn to help people no matter how small. Much love xx

Tales by Moonlight

From: Touch me in the heart

If you are a 90’s child you will definitely remember “Tales by moonlight”. One of the reasons i loved this particular show was there was always a lesson to learn, i always looked forward to Sundays…8pm precisely for the show to begin. I still remember one of my best stories back then can’t really go into details now but the major lesson from that story was on how to be respectful.

Tales by moonlight, sadly stopped after a while (reasons unknown) but i was very glad i watched and also learnt alot from it, those lessons is what guides me up till now. There is so much beauty in stories (real or fictional) there’s always a lesson to learn or rather a message is always passed across.

I love writing stories, sometimes it’s really difficult because i have to be creative and also a message has to be passed across to my dear readers. So whenever an idea pops up, i convert it into a story because you never know someone else can be faster or quicker than you and put it up for other people to read. I’ll love to share this quote from one of my favorite lady/poet of all times

“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” ― Maya Angelou

This quote helps me alot. So this is my own Tales by moonlight and i am sure you gained something from this post.

I’ll love to know your own story as well…so do not forget to leave a comment xx

P.S: Happy Birthday to my other half Ese David feel free to check out her blog



A Patient’s Tale (Episode 3)

‘Damn! these dudes have messed us up, how are we going to repay the money we borrowed and lost at the same time due to the carelessness of these idiots?’ the voice sounded really frustrated and fierce at the same time

I tried to open my eyes but i couldn’t, there was this burning sensation i felt just below my rib cage, one of the bullets had hit me. The men kept talking, they obviously thought i was dead, but what about Femi? Did the bullet kill him? I couldn’t tell… i decided to shut my eyes till i could hear their voices no more.

Minutes passed, i was loosing blood and getting weak but i tried to be strong and wait for this men to leave my house… they were looking for something because i heard, doors in the house being opened and closed, i silently prayed my wife and kids won’t come back home at least not yet.

‘Let’s go, the file is not here’ a voice said

What file were they talking about? footsteps approached me, and i felt a kick just were i had been shut, i had to stop myself from making a sound or they’ll discover, i was still alive….

‘Rest in peace Bastard!’ that was the last thing i heard before passing out again….
‘Peter! no my love please stay with me please…. think of our kids, I’m pregnant… another baby is on the way, you can’t leave me now’ this was definitely my wife’s voice, she was crying profusely…there was someone else with her but i couldn’t tell who it was..

I tried to open my eyes but i couldn’t they felt so heavy… i wanted to tell her i was fine and i wasn’t going to die but all i could do at that moment was try to move my hand….
‘He’s alive, oh thank God! please doctor take a look at him’ my wife said excitedly

‘He lost a lot of blood we need to start a blood transfusion on him, I’ll go and check our blood bank so the transfusion can commence, and he needs lots of rest as well’ the doctor said

After the doctor left, i could feel my wife’s hand caressing my forehead all she kept saying was ‘You’ll be fine my darling’
I really don’t know how long i was in the hospital but on waking up, i saw my wife sitting down beside me with tears in her eyes, i tried sitting up but i couldn’t because i was so weak….

‘Peter, our kids are dead!’

‘What???’ i screamed

‘How did you get us into this mess?’ she asked

‘I am so so sorry’

‘Tell me now! I want to know everything!’ she was screaming now
Then i told her everything, i told her i don’t know what went wrong, my wife just sat there staring at me and shaking her head.
‘They killed Femi and his wife, our kids and my sister with whom they were with, Peter why?’ she started crying again

I tried to console her but i was weak
‘They left a note saying, they’ll be back for the file, and i shouldn’t bother going to the police’ she said

I was speechless and confused

‘Let me go and speak with the doctor, and find out when you will be discharged’ she said, getting up
After she left, i turned to the wall and cried profusely like a baby, however my tears were brought to an abrupt halt as i heard gunshots in the hallway, i tried to stand up but my legs still failed me, i was still struggling when…
‘Peter, they are here!’ my wife stood at the door covered in blood

Seeing her in that state gave me an unusual energy, i quickly got up and rushed to her… but on getting there another gunshot was fired and it hit my wife from behind piercing through her stomach
‘Femi run please forget about me, i won’t be able to make it, i forgive you and i love you so much…’

I watched my wife die in my arms, i couldn’t even cry or better still there was no time to cry because i heard footsteps fast approaching to where i was, i looked around and noticed that one of the windows had no burglary proof on them…i quickly got up and with one last look at my wife, i jumped out through the window.

I was a man without no family and no friends, i had lost everything within weeks….I could feel the stares from people as i walked down the street but i didn’t pay attention to it, i needed to find solace as soon as possible before these people are able to locate me… but who can i run to?

I was looking like a mad man, still on the hospital wear given to me, with blood stains all over them… i even tried begging for money just so i could buy something to eat but everyone that i begged turned me down, i was on my own.

All i did was roam the streets seeking help from people i barely knew… i was walking down the road one day when i saw the sign post of this hospital and i found out it was a charity organization. This was the best place for me to hide, at least they’ll take care of me properly, i decided not to say a word to anyone but only tell them my name, afterall my appearance gave them the answers they would ever need…. that was how i ended up here. That is my story satisfied?

‘Quite a sad and interesting story’ Doctor Alfred said standing up

Facing the wall, the next thing i heard was what shocked me
‘You think you are smart Yea? i knew you weren’t dead when i shot you but i allowed you to leave hoping you would correct your friend’s mistake by giving us that file but i can see that you are a fool’

I turned to see who was speaking, lo and behold it was Doctor Alfred with a gun in his hand aiming at me

‘Now, for the last time where is the file?’

I was speechless, then the same gunshot i heard repeated itself again but this time the other way round, i shut my eyes believing the bullet was going to pierce my skin any moment from now and i would feel the pain but i felt nothing just silence…. i opened my eyes to see Doctor Alfred lying in the pool of his own blood.

Who shot him? I didn’t see anybody, i opened the door and with one last look at Doctor Alfred i set out…. searching for answers, hoping I’ll find what i seek for…


Read the other episodes

A patient’s Tale (Episode 1)

A patient’s Tale (Episode 2)

A patient’s Tale (Episode 2)

img1454864712870.jpegDoctor Alfred stood up rather sluggishly but i knew he was weak, he couldn’t even look at me anymore or say a word, he just walked out.
Well i expected that reaction, after all who would want to risk their life just to save a patient or rather a stranger, i knew this would mark an end to his coming so i was prepared.
Days, weeks and months passed there was no sign of Doctor Alfred (i missed him though). I was confined to my room, i only came out when it was time to have breakfast, lunch and dinner with other patients in the dining hall. Sometimes, i’ll refuse to eat and no one would even bother to force me,or find out the reason why i rejected the meal because no one cared apart from Doctor Alfred. Silently,i prayed that he will never come back, i did not want to lose him by telling him my story.
Suicide was my next mission, i was prepared to die with my secret…at least no one would be hurt, Doctor Alfred would be saved. I started looking for means and instruments to use that will aid my suicide attempt….i got a wire that was carelessly left around by one of the electricians that came around to fix the light, i was able to get it one of the days we all walked to the dining hall for breakfast…i quickly hid it in the pocket of my hospital outfit.
Back in my room,i stared at the fan…all i needed to do was tie the wire firmly on the fan and just stand on the chair and put it round my neck and i will be gone before anyone noticed.
‘Hello Friend’
I was lost in my thought that i barely noticed when someone came into my room.
Doctor Alfred was back! I was stunned, perplexed, afraid…i was a mix of emotions. I wanted to run and hug him but my body won’t move,so i just stared.
‘I am prepared to die’ he said cheerfully
This man should be admitted into this hospital just like me,because he has gone mad, i silently thought
‘So where did we stop?’ he said, sitting down on my “suicide chair”
‘Just before you came in, i was about to commit suicide, why did you come back?’ I asked him still staring at him like I’ve just seen a ghost
He just smiled and said ‘Tell me your story Mr Peter’
Ten years ago, i was working as a manager in one of the banks (name witheld), i had all i needed in life, the salary was good, i was comfortable with everything. The only thing i lacked was a family, i was an unmarried man or like they call it a bachelor. My immediate family tried so hard to hook me up with different ladies, but all of them complained about the same thing, “i was boring and too serious” but i didn’t consider myself as being boring or too serious, rather i considered myself as not being ready for a relationship, afterall i was just 29 most of my mates were still bachelors so why hurry? But this didn’t stop ladies from flocking around me, most of them wanted something serious, the others just wanted my money or for their sexual desires to be granted.
Gradually… i turned 32, and the pressure to get married became too much especially from my mum, she always brought the issue of seeing her grandchildren before she died…i always feared for her because i wasn’t ready to lose her yet.
One fateful day, during a conference meeting between my bank and different banks…there was an argument that broke out between one of the banks and another, chaos everywhere….
‘Keep Quiet’ came the voice, soft and tough at the same time
Everywhere became still at once, that was when i noticed her, she was the most beautiful woman i had ever seen, and silently i prayed that she wasn’t married… i casted my gaze to her fingers and saw no ring, i was tremendously happy. I later found out that she was just an accountant in one of the banks, but what i couldn’t understand was how everyone kept silent after she spoke. Let me not bore you with how we started a relationship and all.
But a year after that incident, we got married …our wedding was the talk of the town, because alot of dignitaries were present. We had our first child, some months later after our wedding, it was a boy with full hair like his mum and a handsome face like me of course… “bundle of joy” was what i called him. Three years later, my wife took in and had a daughter… she had all her mum’s facial features, i loved her dearly.
I stopped talking and looked at Doctor Alfred who was looking intently at me, and said ‘Don’t expect me to tell you the name of my wife and kids’
He just smiled and said ‘Continue’
Shortly after we had our daughter, i lost my job because my bank was shut down due to some financial crisis….i searched for other job vacancies but i was not lucky, my degree and good CV became useless. After months of searching for job and getting no favorable response from any of the companies i applied to, i gave up…. my wife on the other hand gave me moral support and even helped me to search for jobs, i was grateful to have married her… thank God, she was still working, we all depended on her but she never ever tried to make me feel less about myself.
I ran into a friend during one of my job hunting escapades… his name is Femi, he was my childhood friend and coursemate in school. Femi was so happy to see me and sad at the same time when i told him, i lost my job…..he promised to help me secure a job and i should expect his call soon, so i patiently waited for his call. He kept his promise, and he invited me to his office….. i met him and he told me, i was going to work for him as his P.A which i gladly accepted at least it was better than sitting at home doing nothing. I started work immediately, Femi was kind to me and my family, he always brought gifts whenever he came visiting… my children became so fond of him.
One of the days, while i was in the office, Femi called me and told me to take his car to a particular workshop that he wanted them to fix something in the car, that i did. Weeks passed and this same act continued…i wanted to ask Femi why i always took the car to that particular workshop for fixing but i didn’t ask him, instead i was going to find out myself.
So one of the days, while coming back from the workshop, i stopped the car and opened the car bonnet, i saw a black box tightly wrapped around the car engine, i opened it and that was when i saw my death warrant “Cocaine” i was shocked, who will ever believe that Femi was doing drugs, i quickly dropped the content back into the box and closed the bonnet. I drove to the office, and gave the keys to one of the workers, i just couldn’t face Femi after seeing that content… why would he hide such a thing from me? he was supposed to be my best friend, i started ignoring his calls and refused to go to work… my wife tried to find the reason behind my refusal to go to work, but i just told her i needed rest which she didn’t believe though considering the fact that it was almost 2weeks I’ve stayed at home.
‘I cannot remember sacking you’ Femi said, while sitting down on one of the couches in my sitting room… he had come visiting.
I stared at him, without saying a word
‘If it’s something i did that you weren’t comfortable with, i am very sorry’ he said
‘It’s not what you did, but what you have been doing’ I said, looking at him with sadness in my eyes
‘I don’t understand’
So, i told him everything and how i discovered the content in his car.
‘What I’m doing is a very dangerous business, it is not something i would want to introduce you to… it involves loyalty, your life could be used as an exchange if things went wrong’ he said, looking at me intently
‘Introduce me to your business’ i said without a show of emotion
‘You must not tell anyone about this not even your wife’
And so… i joined Femi in his business, and became very prosperous….i even moved out of the rented apartment we were staying to our own house with my family, Life was good.
Then one day, Femi came to my house, sweating profusely….i looked out to check if anyone was pursuing him but saw no one, he didn’t even come with his car and i noticed he was wearing different pairs of slippers.
‘Femi what is the matter?’ i asked while trying to calm him down
‘They are after me, goddammit! they have killed my wife, I’m left with nothing’ Femi said rather hysterically
Still trying to understand what he said…
‘Your life is in danger Peter’ was the last thing i heard before the gunshots started

To be continued…

Click here to read the first episode, just in case you missed it

I am very sorry for the delay, been busy. Thanks alot for your patience xx

PS: I just turned 22 last month yippee!!