THE CHORISTER’S TRAVAIL

Sister Ngozi walked in majestically unaware of the hateful eyes staring at her, all wishing they could be as beautiful, elegant and graceful as she was….she had such a good voice that could melt the heart of whoever cared to listen to her, that explains why she was given the solo lead for every song we sang.Her passion for serving God was seen in her dedication, still unmarried she looked unperturbed. I made her my mentor, since I was still growing in the singing ministry, she was always willing to help and would tap me on my shoulders when I was trying to jump into the off-key zone. But one thing I noticed about her was that she was very secretive, atimes I felt our friendship meant nothing to her, she practically knew everything about me but I barely knew where she was living or who her relatives were…..she was always the last to leave rehearsals, so I barely had time to discuss with her…since I had to rush home because I lived quite far.


She turned down so many suitors, even from the choir…there was a rumor going about one time that even our Choir master, Brother Kelvin asked her to marry him but she refused. Like seriously who in their right state of mind would want to turn down his proposal? He was handsome, god fearing and above all could sing! A lot of females wanted him for themselves but he only had eyes for Sister Ngozi, this made her get a lot of haters and admirers all the same, but she barely noticed.

I got tired of her not seeing me worthy enough to give me details about her personal life, so I decided to meddle in even without invitation or permission. One fateful day, I stayed behind while everyone left and I hid behind the church bookshop and waited for sister Ngozi to come out, she eventually came out after a long time. I slowly followed her, thankfully her destination was close by so I didn’t have to trek for a long time, she finally stopped at a gate and knocked….a little boy about the age of 6 came to open the gate and with a cheerful face he screamed “Mummy has come back! What did you buy for me and Ebere?” He said jumping up and down 

She laughed and said “Let’s go in first sweetheart, and I’ll give you what I bought. Hope grandma took good care of you and my little princess?” She said closing the gate behind her.

I stood far afar off, watching this drama unfolded before me….I needed more answers, so I walked slowly to the gate and knocked…..

All I saw was a person confused, full of secrets, regrets and hatred right in front of me as the gate opened.  
PS: This is a fictional story ❤️

HAPPY NEVER AFTER

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My world seemed like it was spinning, I could hear the thumping of my heart….tongue tied and confused with the receiver still in my hand.
“Hello? Hello? Miss Amanda are you still there?” the voice at the other end said
“Ye….ss” I muttered, choking on the tears that was trying to force itself out
“Please we need you to come to the station and identify the body of your fiancee”

Jide and I met during our secondary school days, although he was my senior and ahead of me with a class. We got started on a wrong foot after I stood up to him for punishing my best friend Zainab unjustly, he resented me from that day and tried to make me miserable but it was a failed attempt. After, he graduated… I was elated that my worst nightmare had come to an end, little did I know that fate has a way of bringing two sworn enemies together. We bumped into each other in the university while on my way to lectures.
“Look who we have here” he said with that sarcastic tone in his voice I detested so much
He had become so handsome over the years, I couldn’t help but stare and lust…….this was the beginning of our journey.
Jide hardly gave me breathing space, he would always wait for me after every lecture and taunt me till I got to my hostel….he clearly enjoyed seeing me frustrated. Gradually with time, feelings set in and our relationship was envied by close friends and associates on the campus.  We planned that as soon we both graduate and serve, we would get married, this was our plan until a week to our marriage, I got a call from a nearby police station informing me that there was an accident and everyone lost their life including Jide. The worst part was that the two cars that clashed got engulfed in fire at the same time, the victims were burnt but according to the informant, Jide’s body wasn’t burnt beyond recognition, so I was called to come and identify the body before they take it to the mortuary.
Body trembling… I felt sore, I didn’t feel like traveling  so I got a cab to take me to the police station. On getting there, I demanded to see Jide’s body, his corpse was unraveled but it wasn’t Jide….

PS: I am so sorry I kept you all waiting for posts ,I promise to be more consistent. Would love it if you can also tell me what you have been up to recently, Love y’all 💋💜

THRESHOLD OF PAIN (Guest Post)

If pain must come, may it come
quickly. Because I have a life to
live, and I need to live it in the
best way possible. If he has to
make a choice, may he make it
now. Then I will either wait for
him or forget him- Paulo Coelho

She could swear she hasn’t seen him act that way before,never in her wildest dream had she thought he would.

 She creates sugarymountains out of unpleasant mole hills. Her mom described her as a “self-willed canvas,” defined as “a blank canvas that doesn’t require a painter to create beautiful paintings.” She was quite capable of creating her own world withpaints and brush of her own construction.

 Yet with that avid imagination of hers she never saw this coming. She was distracted by  her purported definition of reality.

She had gone ahead against all odds, she was the wise one. Several voices and fingers pointing her towards his countless flirtations  were dismissed. The avalanche of emotions hearose clouded her thinking and made her numb to reality. It blinded her reasoning that the handwriting on the wall, bold, underlined, italicized and even highlighted failed to get her attention. She simply waved it away as another ruse created by her so called haters ; they were jealous she found truelove.

Now she sits, sipping coffee, tears dropping from her eyes as she glanced at his smiling face on her Ipad. She cursed under her breath why she didn’t see that space between his teeth as the distance between the words in his mouth and the one in his heart. Her vivid imagination lauded as herstrength has become her Achilles heel. She had convinced herself that though a pig will always go back to the mud, her own pig can be cleaned and clothed in ruby. She showered him with love, drowned him in sex and choked him with gifts.She had happily ever after fantasies that will make Walt Disney shudder.

 
She scrolled through his pictures, zoomed closely to view his spotless face, pointed nostril and thick cherry lips that always has a magnetic pull to kiss. Then pushed the back button, tapped select all and then tapped delete.She just didn’t want to be reminded of his dubious ways by his phoney smile.

She stood up from the seat she had been glued to and madefor her closet, fetched out his clothes. She gathered them in a pile andbundled them outside. She came back in through the back door and began scoutingfor every gift he had given to her. Smashing them on the ground as she wept,cursing for falling helpless in love with him. She was a fool in love and foolsalways end up with broken hearts. Hers wasn’t just broken, it had been smashedin a thousand pieces and she was more than certain that never will she loveanother so deep. Her wanderings of love have been nothing but bleak, she alwayslove the wrong men. Ironically, the tell-tale signs always existed but shefails to see or rather chose to ignore they existed, and her supposedlyromantic tale always end sour.

 
She gathered all his belongings and stared at the heap forfew seconds, made up her mind, poured petrol from the 12 liters jerry-can shewas holding. Lit up a match and threw it at the rubble lying in front of her aseverything engulfed in flames. She stared at the flames through tear filledeyes and remembered her mother’s words; “Open your eyes and see, don’t keeploving one who is playing you. Love may be blind but certainly not foolish.”

 
She cursed again, her heart ached as tears kept flowing butdeep down she knew she would fall again. She never learns from her mistakes.She just knew it deep down and the thought of that sends chill down her spine. 

Here’s a lil bio about the writer (I call him Jay Jay) :
I tell pictures,  snap stories and I question answers. You can stalk me on Instagram @bekexjj where my addiction to black and white is revealed or you can see my failed attempt at not writing  on my blog www.4unansweredprayers.wordpress.com  which has nothing to do with prayers I can assure you. I have a dream that one day my eyes will become a digital camera to capture pictures more awesome than the eyes can see.

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