Unmeddingly,
the nights are brighter than they seem...🔅
And days are darker than they feel...⚫️
#review #shriti #microtale
the nights are brighter than they seem...🔅
And days are darker than they feel...⚫️
#review #shriti #microtale
#poem #review #ayush
You may ever thought how you look.
but I can't describe you in a book
You are that beautiful girl
Whose dazzling eyes shine like a pearl
You are the first drop of the rain
And gives that fragrance where are smells are
vain
You are the beautiful bird which sings
And fly high through wings
You have such melodious voice
Resisting my ears from listening I have no
choice.
You may ever thought how u look
but I can't describe you in a book.
Thanks :)
You may ever thought how you look.
but I can't describe you in a book
You are that beautiful girl
Whose dazzling eyes shine like a pearl
You are the first drop of the rain
And gives that fragrance where are smells are
vain
You are the beautiful bird which sings
And fly high through wings
You have such melodious voice
Resisting my ears from listening I have no
choice.
You may ever thought how u look
but I can't describe you in a book.
Thanks :)
Farmers with their hoes
Are not confused
When they face their farms.
Mothers with their brooms
Do not get puzzled
When they face their rooms.
But we, with our joints
Are often at loss
When we face our worlds.
They both have learned
From those who'd past:
What is good and what is not.
From people who had known
What is a farm and
What is a room
But those who speak on ours
Have not seen
All its sides
And those who have,
Are not willing
To speak again.
#AhmadMusa #poem #review
Are not confused
When they face their farms.
Mothers with their brooms
Do not get puzzled
When they face their rooms.
But we, with our joints
Are often at loss
When we face our worlds.
They both have learned
From those who'd past:
What is good and what is not.
From people who had known
What is a farm and
What is a room
But those who speak on ours
Have not seen
All its sides
And those who have,
Are not willing
To speak again.
#AhmadMusa #poem #review
Pessimist and Optimist
How different can our points be when they all belong to same entity ? Well to answer this here is a story -
The house was all in hustle as it was the twins birthday , My kids they were twins but opposite like reflections of mirrors .
One was north other was south , One great optimist other gloomy and pessimist .
It was their birthady so I decided to point the diffrence I locked them up in seprate rooms one with full of toys left with pessimist and other with horse manure my little boy optimist .
After a while I went into my gloomy kids room to my wonder he was crying when I asked he said sobbing ,"Oh dad what do I do now ? These toys ought to get discharge soon how will I get batteries and my friends will be jealous of me know , How will I show them these all they will break them "
When I went to my optimistic kid
"He was smiling looking at manure "
Boy why are you smiling I asked ."There must be a pony out there !" he said grinning
#review #shortstory #shashwat
How different can our points be when they all belong to same entity ? Well to answer this here is a story -
The house was all in hustle as it was the twins birthday , My kids they were twins but opposite like reflections of mirrors .
One was north other was south , One great optimist other gloomy and pessimist .
It was their birthady so I decided to point the diffrence I locked them up in seprate rooms one with full of toys left with pessimist and other with horse manure my little boy optimist .
After a while I went into my gloomy kids room to my wonder he was crying when I asked he said sobbing ,"Oh dad what do I do now ? These toys ought to get discharge soon how will I get batteries and my friends will be jealous of me know , How will I show them these all they will break them "
When I went to my optimistic kid
"He was smiling looking at manure "
Boy why are you smiling I asked ."There must be a pony out there !" he said grinning
#review #shortstory #shashwat
#review #poetry #babu
My greatest dream
Is to spend my rest of my life with you
Laughing and sharing
Making wonderful memories in all that we you
To grow together to be strong as one
To talk to communicate
To unite when things come undone
To be your best friend
And for you to be mine
To support one other
When we give thinks a try
To be honest and faithful
To be kind and comforting
Generous and respect
For now and for always.
My greatest dream
Is to spend my rest of my life with you
Laughing and sharing
Making wonderful memories in all that we you
To grow together to be strong as one
To talk to communicate
To unite when things come undone
To be your best friend
And for you to be mine
To support one other
When we give thinks a try
To be honest and faithful
To be kind and comforting
Generous and respect
For now and for always.
‘Are you serious? You haven’t developed feelings for me, ever?’
It was mid-of-Jan and we were walking along the river embankment.
She was a little worn out with her boyfriend and when that happens, she always asks me such silly questions.
‘Tch, tch. Friends don’t develop feelings for each other.’
I said matter-of-factly and observed her expressions. Her expressions were as steady as my grandma’s old wooden chair.
‘I mean… not even once? Please don’t say you never felt a thing for me. And if that’s the case, then why you got jealous whenever I’d talk to other boys?
And as she said that, I turned my gaze upwards, mulling for a sharp reply.
The clouds had just turned jet-black and the sun was sinking in the river ever so slowly, just like an ice cube sinks in the water and becomes a part of it, ever so slowly.
"You crazy? The hell I cared with you talking to other boys.
I always wanted you to pick one of those Romeos who were always running after you. Liking your photos, awww so pretty, I’ll do your assignments and saying much other creepy stuff, too.
Thank god you came in a relationship with one of them and I’m free now.
There’s a hell lot of peace in my life since you’re committed."
I replied in a fit of rage.
And later, I couldn’t make eye contact with her after that.
I lingered at the ground and thought myself being that ice; sinking in her love ever so slowly and becoming a part of her, day after day after day.
‘Oh!’
She sighed, just sighed, and we kept walking in silence for a couple of minutes.
But catching me off-guard, all of a sudden, she slowly reached for my hand and held my little finger not like a friend, like a lover.
For one second it felt like someone kicked my heart with a golden boot. Though, the pain was peaceful.
‘Hey! What the hell? What do you think you are doing? Are you dumbhead or what?’
I almost yelled at her as a flush of nervousness rose to my cheeks.
I tugged my little finger off from her grip and slid my hands into my pockets, refraining from any further embarrassments.
‘Haha, you can’t even lie properly, can you?
You’re so in love with me, right?
Right?
C’mon then, propose me right now!’
She giggled like a baby and kicked me hard on my right ankle.
Now don’t shy away like a village girl and propose me now.
C’monnnn!
She said and started laughing her lungs out.
#Saviour #prompt #review
It was mid-of-Jan and we were walking along the river embankment.
She was a little worn out with her boyfriend and when that happens, she always asks me such silly questions.
‘Tch, tch. Friends don’t develop feelings for each other.’
I said matter-of-factly and observed her expressions. Her expressions were as steady as my grandma’s old wooden chair.
‘I mean… not even once? Please don’t say you never felt a thing for me. And if that’s the case, then why you got jealous whenever I’d talk to other boys?
And as she said that, I turned my gaze upwards, mulling for a sharp reply.
The clouds had just turned jet-black and the sun was sinking in the river ever so slowly, just like an ice cube sinks in the water and becomes a part of it, ever so slowly.
"You crazy? The hell I cared with you talking to other boys.
I always wanted you to pick one of those Romeos who were always running after you. Liking your photos, awww so pretty, I’ll do your assignments and saying much other creepy stuff, too.
Thank god you came in a relationship with one of them and I’m free now.
There’s a hell lot of peace in my life since you’re committed."
I replied in a fit of rage.
And later, I couldn’t make eye contact with her after that.
I lingered at the ground and thought myself being that ice; sinking in her love ever so slowly and becoming a part of her, day after day after day.
‘Oh!’
She sighed, just sighed, and we kept walking in silence for a couple of minutes.
But catching me off-guard, all of a sudden, she slowly reached for my hand and held my little finger not like a friend, like a lover.
For one second it felt like someone kicked my heart with a golden boot. Though, the pain was peaceful.
‘Hey! What the hell? What do you think you are doing? Are you dumbhead or what?’
I almost yelled at her as a flush of nervousness rose to my cheeks.
I tugged my little finger off from her grip and slid my hands into my pockets, refraining from any further embarrassments.
‘Haha, you can’t even lie properly, can you?
You’re so in love with me, right?
Right?
C’mon then, propose me right now!’
She giggled like a baby and kicked me hard on my right ankle.
Now don’t shy away like a village girl and propose me now.
C’monnnn!
She said and started laughing her lungs out.
#Saviour #prompt #review
#review #shortstory #aqbilal
I'll Miss you '17.
(Written on 31st December 2017)
I was sitting on the couch in my drawing-room. Scrolling down the newsfeed I got to know the nearby new year celebrations. The day of happiness and enjoyment, I thought. I logged out and glanced through the newspapers. Nothing was making me comfortable, something was disturbing me. I stood up and went to the bedroom, She was there packing her stuff.
I saw tears on her face, "You are crying, aren't you?". I said.
She silently cleaned the makeup mirror and kept it in the purse. I walked to her, touching her hair I said, "I'll miss you".
"No, you won't", she averted her eyes. I kept my palm on her cheek.
"I swear I'll miss you", I insisted resisting my tears to fall. She sobbed.
"I am sorry for what I did to you", she said keeping her eyes down. "It was not your fault", I wiped off her tears, "you were on duty.
"But why me", she was about to cry.
"Only God knows", I tried to be calm, "you gave me some of the beautiful memories". She smiled. We embraced.
My heart was crying but the eyes were not allowed to. "They are celebrating for the newcomer" she kept her head on my chest" what about you".
"They are clamouring for the future, I am living the precious present", I whispered in her ears "I am living your last moments". That was the last time I touched 2017.
-A.Q.Bilal
I'll Miss you '17.
(Written on 31st December 2017)
I was sitting on the couch in my drawing-room. Scrolling down the newsfeed I got to know the nearby new year celebrations. The day of happiness and enjoyment, I thought. I logged out and glanced through the newspapers. Nothing was making me comfortable, something was disturbing me. I stood up and went to the bedroom, She was there packing her stuff.
I saw tears on her face, "You are crying, aren't you?". I said.
She silently cleaned the makeup mirror and kept it in the purse. I walked to her, touching her hair I said, "I'll miss you".
"No, you won't", she averted her eyes. I kept my palm on her cheek.
"I swear I'll miss you", I insisted resisting my tears to fall. She sobbed.
"I am sorry for what I did to you", she said keeping her eyes down. "It was not your fault", I wiped off her tears, "you were on duty.
"But why me", she was about to cry.
"Only God knows", I tried to be calm, "you gave me some of the beautiful memories". She smiled. We embraced.
My heart was crying but the eyes were not allowed to. "They are celebrating for the newcomer" she kept her head on my chest" what about you".
"They are clamouring for the future, I am living the precious present", I whispered in her ears "I am living your last moments". That was the last time I touched 2017.
-A.Q.Bilal
#Adi #poem #review
Why I'm so silent.
So many people ask me why I'm always so silent.
Should I tell them?.
Being silent, have some benefits, I can see truth, listen to the lies.
I see their fake smiles while speaking to whom they despise.
I see their compassion which they made so inferior.
I see their sham modesty while treating lessner's.
I see their masks when they fake their intimacy.
Listen to the lies they spread 'about innocents.
Listen to their hefty approbations to the eminents.
Listen when they abuse lowers just to save their vanity.
Listen to their self-admiration while they loath whole society.
I can't tell them, cause I'm also same.
A liar, who don't want to lose his parity.
After all, I want to live in society.
Why I'm so silent.
So many people ask me why I'm always so silent.
Should I tell them?.
Being silent, have some benefits, I can see truth, listen to the lies.
I see their fake smiles while speaking to whom they despise.
I see their compassion which they made so inferior.
I see their sham modesty while treating lessner's.
I see their masks when they fake their intimacy.
Listen to the lies they spread 'about innocents.
Listen to their hefty approbations to the eminents.
Listen when they abuse lowers just to save their vanity.
Listen to their self-admiration while they loath whole society.
I can't tell them, cause I'm also same.
A liar, who don't want to lose his parity.
After all, I want to live in society.
NSFW
Title - Fantasies of the dark mind
She had the charm in her eyes, but something else attracted me more,
As her brown skin wrapped in saree started becoming my fantasy store!
Her smile was contagious. Still, her imperfect curves blew my mind,
When it weaved sexual desires around her, leaving everything else behind.
Her thoughts surrounded my eyes, both open and closed,
To unravel those secrets was the only thought my mind could hold!
The time too came when incandescent rains got me stuck at her home,
Dripping water from pink saree made my fantasy reach its epitome.
When my eyes were looking at the drop tracing her back, she caught the stare,
Maybe that’s what I desired but when she came close was too scared.
Pulling me through the collar, on the lips, suddenly she kissed,
Adrenaline spiked, heart started racing, but the fear inside was dismissed!
With the noise of only rains around, the deepest desires eyes were communicating,
Lips in contact with hands trying to feel each other, the moment was exhilarating!
The trembling hands started removing clothes, which seemed like barricades,
More beautiful than my imagination, the beauty of Cleopatra she portrayed!
Eyes and hands felt less to capture her attractive cleave and her curves,
And the lips were desperate to touch the beauty, those blouses and sarees preserve!
With each touch on those unexplored, the pitch of her moan increased,
And when she placed hands on the dagger, my heartbeats also ceased!
In the music of rain, the chains rattled when beasts danced, giving each other scars,
It felt like as if both the souls left the earth to meet on the stars!
The anguished voices coming out were filled with desire and lust,
Still trying to hold each other for the excitement peak signified the trust!
Everything was going so well until the alarm clock interrupted,
Things faded like vapours, and whole enjoyment was disrupted!
It was such a beautiful dream which looked like reality,
Depicting my deepest sexual desires they showed me the sensuality.
The words are not enough to describe the experience,
Where in the forest of sleep, the dreams are so dense!
#themodernsaint #review #erotica
Title - Fantasies of the dark mind
She had the charm in her eyes, but something else attracted me more,
As her brown skin wrapped in saree started becoming my fantasy store!
Her smile was contagious. Still, her imperfect curves blew my mind,
When it weaved sexual desires around her, leaving everything else behind.
Her thoughts surrounded my eyes, both open and closed,
To unravel those secrets was the only thought my mind could hold!
The time too came when incandescent rains got me stuck at her home,
Dripping water from pink saree made my fantasy reach its epitome.
When my eyes were looking at the drop tracing her back, she caught the stare,
Maybe that’s what I desired but when she came close was too scared.
Pulling me through the collar, on the lips, suddenly she kissed,
Adrenaline spiked, heart started racing, but the fear inside was dismissed!
With the noise of only rains around, the deepest desires eyes were communicating,
Lips in contact with hands trying to feel each other, the moment was exhilarating!
The trembling hands started removing clothes, which seemed like barricades,
More beautiful than my imagination, the beauty of Cleopatra she portrayed!
Eyes and hands felt less to capture her attractive cleave and her curves,
And the lips were desperate to touch the beauty, those blouses and sarees preserve!
With each touch on those unexplored, the pitch of her moan increased,
And when she placed hands on the dagger, my heartbeats also ceased!
In the music of rain, the chains rattled when beasts danced, giving each other scars,
It felt like as if both the souls left the earth to meet on the stars!
The anguished voices coming out were filled with desire and lust,
Still trying to hold each other for the excitement peak signified the trust!
Everything was going so well until the alarm clock interrupted,
Things faded like vapours, and whole enjoyment was disrupted!
It was such a beautiful dream which looked like reality,
Depicting my deepest sexual desires they showed me the sensuality.
The words are not enough to describe the experience,
Where in the forest of sleep, the dreams are so dense!
#themodernsaint #review #erotica
#review #poetry #sorry
A dark hand touching a light hand
A young face looking into an old
All people working together
For a goal to be told
A stranger and stranger together
A foe and a foe are now friend
All people helping each other
Making beginning meet ends
A heart understanding another
A soul reaching out to a soul
All people feeding there elders
With plate, fork, spoon and bowl
A rich man helping a poor man
A convict dancing with ching
All people put aside there differences
And share a hope that is wild
A shout comes out from the open
Like a footstep falling on sand
All People together proclaim
Now there is a peace in this land.
A dark hand touching a light hand
A young face looking into an old
All people working together
For a goal to be told
A stranger and stranger together
A foe and a foe are now friend
All people helping each other
Making beginning meet ends
A heart understanding another
A soul reaching out to a soul
All people feeding there elders
With plate, fork, spoon and bowl
A rich man helping a poor man
A convict dancing with ching
All people put aside there differences
And share a hope that is wild
A shout comes out from the open
Like a footstep falling on sand
All People together proclaim
Now there is a peace in this land.
The War Within.
I am as dark as my skin can be
And my eyes black as a crow's
I'm as weak as weak can be
From all of life's blows.
I carry the dirt of a hoe
Within my strong but tired heart
I've a burden as big as can know
For my world is full of hurt.
I carry good and bad memories
And my past seems to resurrect
All of my life's worst stories
Every time I try to forget.
I carry with me a dark shadow
That seems to only scare and haunt
I wish to end it with bow and arrow
But the enemy would just laugh and taunt
I have within me an enemy
That will only fall when I'm dead
It's only as complex as alchemy
Looking for gold only to find lead.
I'm pursued by a troubled past
And my back only seems to bend
All my strength drained to the last
Oh when will it ever end!
#review #rocky #poetry
I am as dark as my skin can be
And my eyes black as a crow's
I'm as weak as weak can be
From all of life's blows.
I carry the dirt of a hoe
Within my strong but tired heart
I've a burden as big as can know
For my world is full of hurt.
I carry good and bad memories
And my past seems to resurrect
All of my life's worst stories
Every time I try to forget.
I carry with me a dark shadow
That seems to only scare and haunt
I wish to end it with bow and arrow
But the enemy would just laugh and taunt
I have within me an enemy
That will only fall when I'm dead
It's only as complex as alchemy
Looking for gold only to find lead.
I'm pursued by a troubled past
And my back only seems to bend
All my strength drained to the last
Oh when will it ever end!
#review #rocky #poetry
It is true there is widespread of immorality and oppression, and though their definitions vary across geographical locations and religions. What is being witnessed now in the world has traversed all boundaries.
Laws have been made and many are on their way, in hope to tackle this problem. But what has been achieved is successively creating new problems while temporarily hypnotizing one. New laws pave ways to new crimes.
A reality deliberately ignored is, humans are inclined toward commiting crime. Fortunately, they weigh the pros and cons.
Note: Am i on the right track?
#review #AhmadMusa #prose
Laws have been made and many are on their way, in hope to tackle this problem. But what has been achieved is successively creating new problems while temporarily hypnotizing one. New laws pave ways to new crimes.
A reality deliberately ignored is, humans are inclined toward commiting crime. Fortunately, they weigh the pros and cons.
Note: Am i on the right track?
#review #AhmadMusa #prose
Prompt: Write a story about an old family secret resurfacing.
#review #story #afrikwriter
“I love you so much, Nora.” Phoebe Shane sighed. “But honestly, I am tired of all kinds of dates -blind dates and not.”
Nora pouted her lower lip at her girlfriend and roommate and tried to make puppy eyes at her but Phoebe was not done.
“For starters, all the guys you pick out are just wrong. The last guy you set me up with was the Antichrist. He was rude, had bad eating manners and would not stop making nasty remarks about how I look. At the end of the torture, I still footed the bill.” Phoebe exclaimed gesturing angrily before slumping weakly on her bed while Nora bust out laughing.
Despite how long ago it had happen, Phoebe felt the same humiliation again on realizing that her date was a broke man but had eaten half the restaurant. She glared at her friend till she stopped laughing and covered up her laughter with minute coughs. She had not found the situation funny, that unforgettable date had left a dent in her bank account.
Of the two of them, Phoebe was the good girl, the responsible one, the easily embarrassed one and the girl who could not stand up for herself while Nora was the sass master, she was daring and lively.
“Okay. You have a point.” Nora Sanchez said trying to find another approach to get her friend on this particular date. “I am sorry. I got Billy from a dating site and he just seemed to be the perfect match for you. But I promise, you will love this guy. I know him personally, he is so cute and rich and he is not even an ex. He is not into me either and you two have a lot in common.”
Phoebe had stopped to listening to her after the first sentence. “Did you just say you got Freddie from a dating site? You told me you knew him!”
Nora's eyes widened at her slipup and she slowly raised her hands in the air, “Billy. I didn’t say dating site per say… I’m pretty sure I said dating insight.” She started running around their room as Phoebe angrily launched half her wardrobe at her. “Okay. You caught me. I am so sorry. I lied. It is just you are very picky and you already do not like half of my friends.” She confessed and Phoebe stopped her projectile activities.
“Apology not accepted. Have you seen half of the guys you move with? They all have criminal records.” She said with faux fury, eyeing her best friend.
Nora rolled her eyes at her friend’s exaggeration but did not argue with her, “I am sorry, Pheobs. I just want you to be happy. And I can’t get married if you are still single. Please, meet this new guy. His name is Justus and you will love him, you both have a lot in common. I won’t ask you on another date ever if this one fails.” Nora promised.
Phoebe considered the proposal and stared at Nora’s expression. Nora was never serious even in a matter of life and death, she was always frivolous but this time around, she actually looked serious.
Before Nora could add more convincing speeches, Phoebe raised her hand to stop her. “Nothing you say would make me go on this date.” Although you retiring from being a pain in my bum is an attractive proposal, you are not quite there yet.
“Fine, I will be there with you the whole time. If I notice that he makes you uncomfortable, I will be your damsel in shining armor.” Nora tried to convince her stubborn best friend and received a blank stare in return.
Tempting. Try again.
“Okay. About the Billy guy. I will share half the expenses. It was partially my fault after all.” Nora suggested again.
Bingo.
“Wrong. It was totally your fault but I might have to take you up on that offer.” Phoebe said eventually and Nora broke into a short dance of victory. “So where are we going?”
…
Night at Classy Fooders was the usual. Rihanna's latest song was playing softly in the background as a good looking waiter led Phoebe and Nora to their table.
“We are early.” Phoebe remarked to her friend but Nora was not listening to her because she was busy trying to charm her way into the good looking waiter’s pants. Shouldn’t it be the other way around? Phoebe asked
#review #story #afrikwriter
“I love you so much, Nora.” Phoebe Shane sighed. “But honestly, I am tired of all kinds of dates -blind dates and not.”
Nora pouted her lower lip at her girlfriend and roommate and tried to make puppy eyes at her but Phoebe was not done.
“For starters, all the guys you pick out are just wrong. The last guy you set me up with was the Antichrist. He was rude, had bad eating manners and would not stop making nasty remarks about how I look. At the end of the torture, I still footed the bill.” Phoebe exclaimed gesturing angrily before slumping weakly on her bed while Nora bust out laughing.
Despite how long ago it had happen, Phoebe felt the same humiliation again on realizing that her date was a broke man but had eaten half the restaurant. She glared at her friend till she stopped laughing and covered up her laughter with minute coughs. She had not found the situation funny, that unforgettable date had left a dent in her bank account.
Of the two of them, Phoebe was the good girl, the responsible one, the easily embarrassed one and the girl who could not stand up for herself while Nora was the sass master, she was daring and lively.
“Okay. You have a point.” Nora Sanchez said trying to find another approach to get her friend on this particular date. “I am sorry. I got Billy from a dating site and he just seemed to be the perfect match for you. But I promise, you will love this guy. I know him personally, he is so cute and rich and he is not even an ex. He is not into me either and you two have a lot in common.”
Phoebe had stopped to listening to her after the first sentence. “Did you just say you got Freddie from a dating site? You told me you knew him!”
Nora's eyes widened at her slipup and she slowly raised her hands in the air, “Billy. I didn’t say dating site per say… I’m pretty sure I said dating insight.” She started running around their room as Phoebe angrily launched half her wardrobe at her. “Okay. You caught me. I am so sorry. I lied. It is just you are very picky and you already do not like half of my friends.” She confessed and Phoebe stopped her projectile activities.
“Apology not accepted. Have you seen half of the guys you move with? They all have criminal records.” She said with faux fury, eyeing her best friend.
Nora rolled her eyes at her friend’s exaggeration but did not argue with her, “I am sorry, Pheobs. I just want you to be happy. And I can’t get married if you are still single. Please, meet this new guy. His name is Justus and you will love him, you both have a lot in common. I won’t ask you on another date ever if this one fails.” Nora promised.
Phoebe considered the proposal and stared at Nora’s expression. Nora was never serious even in a matter of life and death, she was always frivolous but this time around, she actually looked serious.
Before Nora could add more convincing speeches, Phoebe raised her hand to stop her. “Nothing you say would make me go on this date.” Although you retiring from being a pain in my bum is an attractive proposal, you are not quite there yet.
“Fine, I will be there with you the whole time. If I notice that he makes you uncomfortable, I will be your damsel in shining armor.” Nora tried to convince her stubborn best friend and received a blank stare in return.
Tempting. Try again.
“Okay. About the Billy guy. I will share half the expenses. It was partially my fault after all.” Nora suggested again.
Bingo.
“Wrong. It was totally your fault but I might have to take you up on that offer.” Phoebe said eventually and Nora broke into a short dance of victory. “So where are we going?”
…
Night at Classy Fooders was the usual. Rihanna's latest song was playing softly in the background as a good looking waiter led Phoebe and Nora to their table.
“We are early.” Phoebe remarked to her friend but Nora was not listening to her because she was busy trying to charm her way into the good looking waiter’s pants. Shouldn’t it be the other way around? Phoebe asked
herself before dismissing the waiter to Nora’s disappointment.
“Where is our date?” Phoebe asked again.
“You mean your date. He should be here any minute.” Nora answered absent mindedly. Phoebe shook her head, just great, her friend was abandoning her at the cliff of nervousness to drool over a guy that was probably married.
She didn’t hear Nora's “Here he comes.” as her eyes are locked on a pair of familiar blue eyes. You are kidding me. What is he doing here? Her eyes widened on realizing he was heading towards her table and she quickly offered a silent prayer to God. Please don’t let it be him. I will gladly take on another Billy but please not him.
Her prayer was obviously not answered and a deep baritone greeted them, “Hi, ladies.”
“Hi, Justus.” Nora greeted back making a show of gushing over how gorgeous he looked before winking at a stone cold but internally anxious Phoebe. “This is my friend, the one I told you about -Phoebe. And Phoebe, this is the Justus Hood. You know, the CEO of ArtHood. That’s right, he has no criminal record and he is a celebrity.” She said whispering the last part into Phoebe’s ears.
“I am Justus.” Justus smiled and offered his hand for a handshake.
I know. She made that clear and I am not dumb.
“Pleased to meet you, Justus.” She said with a plastic smile.
Nora smiled, seemingly pleased with herself before excusing herself to obviously go and bother the unsuspecting waiter for the rest of the night.
“I am so glad that we could meet again.” Justus said as soon as Nora was out of earshot. He could not have forgotten her if he tried, her pained glare had haunted him in his sleep and he knew what she was thinking but what excuse could he give? He had not been on his best behavior.
Phoebe wanted to ask him, “Is bad mouth, rudeness and superciliousness something that CEO mothers teach their babies in the womb? Like you know your baby is going to grow up to become a company’s CEO and so…”
“You probably hate me now.” Justus said at her silence.
She rewarded him with her signature blank stare, “Hate is a strong word.” But you are not farfetched.
He nodded in understanding, “I want to apologize for what happened the other day. I am so sorry and I have no excuse.” He said making Phoebe look at him in surprise.
He had bumped into her at his biggest rival company, All Things Art, after a meeting that had not ended in his favor. She had dropped her files at the impact and due to his horrible mood, he had insulted and embarrassed her in the presence of everybody present.
“I guess we can start over.” Phoebe answered with a small smile after a while and they waved over a waitress to take their orders.
…
“What do you want?” Andy asked with a sinister smile. She was not over what had happened forty years ago and she certainly did not want to start her day with a trip to the past. “What are you doing here? What do you want?” she screamed.
Barbara smiled like she had all the time in the world, “Even at age sixty, you still throw tantrums like a spoilt child.”
Andy’s eyes darkened. “Do you expect me to welcome you with open arms. It has been more than forty years. Forty. Forty years since you and your good-for-nothing husband threw me out of your house and killed my baby.”
“Oh pish posh! You should have known better when you were bed-warming with my husband.” Barbara retorted. “Anyway, I am not here to reminisce old days with you either.” She continued as calmly as ever, “I have come to tell you to tell your grandson to stay away from my grand daughter.”
For the first time in her life, her grand daughter had refused to listen to her. She had told Phoebe over and again to stay clear of the Justus boy but she was adamant. She had tried to threaten Justus but it all fell on deaf ears. They were happy together but she knew their happiness had a dead end. Andy was her measure of last resort and it was easier than facing the truth. She was not ready to face the truth. Not yet
Andy eyed her, one thing she hated about Barbara was her calm and unaffected composure. #review
“Where is our date?” Phoebe asked again.
“You mean your date. He should be here any minute.” Nora answered absent mindedly. Phoebe shook her head, just great, her friend was abandoning her at the cliff of nervousness to drool over a guy that was probably married.
She didn’t hear Nora's “Here he comes.” as her eyes are locked on a pair of familiar blue eyes. You are kidding me. What is he doing here? Her eyes widened on realizing he was heading towards her table and she quickly offered a silent prayer to God. Please don’t let it be him. I will gladly take on another Billy but please not him.
Her prayer was obviously not answered and a deep baritone greeted them, “Hi, ladies.”
“Hi, Justus.” Nora greeted back making a show of gushing over how gorgeous he looked before winking at a stone cold but internally anxious Phoebe. “This is my friend, the one I told you about -Phoebe. And Phoebe, this is the Justus Hood. You know, the CEO of ArtHood. That’s right, he has no criminal record and he is a celebrity.” She said whispering the last part into Phoebe’s ears.
“I am Justus.” Justus smiled and offered his hand for a handshake.
I know. She made that clear and I am not dumb.
“Pleased to meet you, Justus.” She said with a plastic smile.
Nora smiled, seemingly pleased with herself before excusing herself to obviously go and bother the unsuspecting waiter for the rest of the night.
“I am so glad that we could meet again.” Justus said as soon as Nora was out of earshot. He could not have forgotten her if he tried, her pained glare had haunted him in his sleep and he knew what she was thinking but what excuse could he give? He had not been on his best behavior.
Phoebe wanted to ask him, “Is bad mouth, rudeness and superciliousness something that CEO mothers teach their babies in the womb? Like you know your baby is going to grow up to become a company’s CEO and so…”
“You probably hate me now.” Justus said at her silence.
She rewarded him with her signature blank stare, “Hate is a strong word.” But you are not farfetched.
He nodded in understanding, “I want to apologize for what happened the other day. I am so sorry and I have no excuse.” He said making Phoebe look at him in surprise.
He had bumped into her at his biggest rival company, All Things Art, after a meeting that had not ended in his favor. She had dropped her files at the impact and due to his horrible mood, he had insulted and embarrassed her in the presence of everybody present.
“I guess we can start over.” Phoebe answered with a small smile after a while and they waved over a waitress to take their orders.
…
“What do you want?” Andy asked with a sinister smile. She was not over what had happened forty years ago and she certainly did not want to start her day with a trip to the past. “What are you doing here? What do you want?” she screamed.
Barbara smiled like she had all the time in the world, “Even at age sixty, you still throw tantrums like a spoilt child.”
Andy’s eyes darkened. “Do you expect me to welcome you with open arms. It has been more than forty years. Forty. Forty years since you and your good-for-nothing husband threw me out of your house and killed my baby.”
“Oh pish posh! You should have known better when you were bed-warming with my husband.” Barbara retorted. “Anyway, I am not here to reminisce old days with you either.” She continued as calmly as ever, “I have come to tell you to tell your grandson to stay away from my grand daughter.”
For the first time in her life, her grand daughter had refused to listen to her. She had told Phoebe over and again to stay clear of the Justus boy but she was adamant. She had tried to threaten Justus but it all fell on deaf ears. They were happy together but she knew their happiness had a dead end. Andy was her measure of last resort and it was easier than facing the truth. She was not ready to face the truth. Not yet
Andy eyed her, one thing she hated about Barbara was her calm and unaffected composure. #review
Part two
#afrikwriter #story #review
She had never seen her lose her calm once and she did the evilest things without shouting or batting an eyelid… like how she threw her out of her house.
“How is your grand daughter any of my concern? My Justus is a grown man, capable of making his own decisions. I am not going to meddle in his affairs for you.”
“You know their relationship is not right, Andy. He is the son of the child you had for my late husband. We have to stop them.” Barbara tried again feeling desperate.
“Don’t patronize me, Barb. We are not in this together, I don’t care about their relationship. If you do not want them together, tell them the truth and stop them yourself. Tell them you are a murder and you killed my daughter.”
If only, Andy. If only. Barbara thought.
…
“You are wrong, girlfriend. Cole is exactly the kind of man you need. He is a great cook, you are a terrible cook, he is not in jail and he has no criminal record like all your exes. He is just the perfect change you need.” Phoebe advised Nora as they arranged her dining table.
Phoebe had invited Justus over and he was bound to arrive any minute. They had been at it for months now and she was convinced he was the one. In the first few months of their relationship, she had opened her own PR Agency and ArtHood had been her first client. He made her happy and it was not just about the money. He brought out the best in her and… there was also the other thing.
“Cole is too uptight, girl.” Nora and the waiter from Classy Fooders had been going out and he was the first of Nora’s boyfriends that Phoebe approved of.
Before Phoebe can say what’s on her mind, her doorbell rings. “Whatever you will figure it out.” She said quickly before rushing into her room to powder her face and rushing back out, “How do I look? Good? Cool? Okay? What?”
Andy rolled her eyes, “You look like Phoebe. Now open the damn door and let the Greek god in.”
Phoebe giggled and took in a shaky breath before opening the door.
Instead of Justus, her grandmother- Barbara walked in, followed by her mother- Jane, Justus mother- Kelly, a woman that looked like Kelly’s elder sister and then a confused Justus trailed behind them.
Phoebe quietly shut the door behind them and followed them into her sitting room. She and Nora shared a look of confusion and surprise. She studied her mother and Justus’ mother, was it her or did they look so much alike? She wondered what other prank her grandmother was about to pull because she was the only one against their relationship and for no good reason.
“Your grandma is ready to come clean. You might want to sit down for this.” The lady who looked like Kelly’s elder sister spoke in her thick American accent. Justus introduced her as his grand mother and Phoebe marveled, she looked younger and she had beautiful skin. But something about that statement did not sit right with Phoebe. She glanced at Barbara briefly and she noticed her grandmother looked uncomfortable.
“This better be good. Y’all are ruining our dinner for this.” Justus said.
Barbara knew they were all clueless on why they were here. She had only told them it was urgent because she knew she had to tell the truth now that she had the courage.
“What are you waiting for, Barb? Tell your precious grand daughter why you are against her relationship. Tell her what you and your husband did to me.” Andy mocked.
“You knew my grandmother?” Justus asked the question everyone else was dying to ask.
“Andy and I go way back. I met her when she was just an orphan that escaped from Juvie. I really loved you, Andy. I took you as my own, I cared for you and gave you shelter and so you can imagine my shock when I caught you in bed with my late husband. I was disappointed in you and heartbroken.” Everybody in the room turned to give Andy looks of prejudice.
“You don’t really believe that, do you? It doesn’t change anything, whatever I say isn’t going to change anything. You would believe only what you want to believe. But for the record, the truth is your dumb husband molested me and
#afrikwriter #story #review
She had never seen her lose her calm once and she did the evilest things without shouting or batting an eyelid… like how she threw her out of her house.
“How is your grand daughter any of my concern? My Justus is a grown man, capable of making his own decisions. I am not going to meddle in his affairs for you.”
“You know their relationship is not right, Andy. He is the son of the child you had for my late husband. We have to stop them.” Barbara tried again feeling desperate.
“Don’t patronize me, Barb. We are not in this together, I don’t care about their relationship. If you do not want them together, tell them the truth and stop them yourself. Tell them you are a murder and you killed my daughter.”
If only, Andy. If only. Barbara thought.
…
“You are wrong, girlfriend. Cole is exactly the kind of man you need. He is a great cook, you are a terrible cook, he is not in jail and he has no criminal record like all your exes. He is just the perfect change you need.” Phoebe advised Nora as they arranged her dining table.
Phoebe had invited Justus over and he was bound to arrive any minute. They had been at it for months now and she was convinced he was the one. In the first few months of their relationship, she had opened her own PR Agency and ArtHood had been her first client. He made her happy and it was not just about the money. He brought out the best in her and… there was also the other thing.
“Cole is too uptight, girl.” Nora and the waiter from Classy Fooders had been going out and he was the first of Nora’s boyfriends that Phoebe approved of.
Before Phoebe can say what’s on her mind, her doorbell rings. “Whatever you will figure it out.” She said quickly before rushing into her room to powder her face and rushing back out, “How do I look? Good? Cool? Okay? What?”
Andy rolled her eyes, “You look like Phoebe. Now open the damn door and let the Greek god in.”
Phoebe giggled and took in a shaky breath before opening the door.
Instead of Justus, her grandmother- Barbara walked in, followed by her mother- Jane, Justus mother- Kelly, a woman that looked like Kelly’s elder sister and then a confused Justus trailed behind them.
Phoebe quietly shut the door behind them and followed them into her sitting room. She and Nora shared a look of confusion and surprise. She studied her mother and Justus’ mother, was it her or did they look so much alike? She wondered what other prank her grandmother was about to pull because she was the only one against their relationship and for no good reason.
“Your grandma is ready to come clean. You might want to sit down for this.” The lady who looked like Kelly’s elder sister spoke in her thick American accent. Justus introduced her as his grand mother and Phoebe marveled, she looked younger and she had beautiful skin. But something about that statement did not sit right with Phoebe. She glanced at Barbara briefly and she noticed her grandmother looked uncomfortable.
“This better be good. Y’all are ruining our dinner for this.” Justus said.
Barbara knew they were all clueless on why they were here. She had only told them it was urgent because she knew she had to tell the truth now that she had the courage.
“What are you waiting for, Barb? Tell your precious grand daughter why you are against her relationship. Tell her what you and your husband did to me.” Andy mocked.
“You knew my grandmother?” Justus asked the question everyone else was dying to ask.
“Andy and I go way back. I met her when she was just an orphan that escaped from Juvie. I really loved you, Andy. I took you as my own, I cared for you and gave you shelter and so you can imagine my shock when I caught you in bed with my late husband. I was disappointed in you and heartbroken.” Everybody in the room turned to give Andy looks of prejudice.
“You don’t really believe that, do you? It doesn’t change anything, whatever I say isn’t going to change anything. You would believe only what you want to believe. But for the record, the truth is your dumb husband molested me and
She is the Gift of nature.....
Blessing of the Almighty Creature......
Humble and Smart by her gesture......
Beauty lies in her every posture......
Decency is her attitude......
She never backs for greeting gratitude.....
She is introvert.....a lover of solitude......
#review
Blessing of the Almighty Creature......
Humble and Smart by her gesture......
Beauty lies in her every posture......
Decency is her attitude......
She never backs for greeting gratitude.....
She is introvert.....a lover of solitude......
#review
| A Poet True |
If I had wings and poet's skill
A Muse at hand and time to kill
I'd scribe for you such noble verses
About the beauty Nature nurses
Inside a bud, on bough with leaf
Where wonderful is the motif
I'd take my pen, like Bard with quill
Pour forth a stream, sublime and still
Place pleasant poem on the pages
A song of love that never ages
As old as moon and starry host
Or sea that creeps along the coast
If I could be the dew at dawn
Lay down like jewels on leafy lawn
I'd sparkle with the Muse's magic
Rewrite those rhymes of truth so tragic
Have Hector and Achilles yield
Bid both lay down their sword and shield
If I composed like kindly Keats
Laid lines where earth and heaven meets
My poems would be less pedantic
They'd bloom like rustic rose romantic
Then I would be a poet true
And I would touch the heart of you.
#review #poetry #Saviour
Ah! How we all long to be a poet true.
If I had wings and poet's skill
A Muse at hand and time to kill
I'd scribe for you such noble verses
About the beauty Nature nurses
Inside a bud, on bough with leaf
Where wonderful is the motif
I'd take my pen, like Bard with quill
Pour forth a stream, sublime and still
Place pleasant poem on the pages
A song of love that never ages
As old as moon and starry host
Or sea that creeps along the coast
If I could be the dew at dawn
Lay down like jewels on leafy lawn
I'd sparkle with the Muse's magic
Rewrite those rhymes of truth so tragic
Have Hector and Achilles yield
Bid both lay down their sword and shield
If I composed like kindly Keats
Laid lines where earth and heaven meets
My poems would be less pedantic
They'd bloom like rustic rose romantic
Then I would be a poet true
And I would touch the heart of you.
#review #poetry #Saviour
Ah! How we all long to be a poet true.
#review #poetry #sorry
I'm sorry you can't trust me
And won't ever let me in
I'm sorry you don't believe in me
And that I could not win
I'm sorry for not being perfect
And for not being able to break your fears
I'm sorry for messing up
And causing to all your worry
I'm sorry I can't fix it
And make you want to stay
I'm sorry I was not good enough
And now I have pay to attention
I'm so sorry I was so stupid
You have not seen my best 🙃
I'm sorry you can't trust me
And won't ever let me in
I'm sorry you don't believe in me
And that I could not win
I'm sorry for not being perfect
And for not being able to break your fears
I'm sorry for messing up
And causing to all your worry
I'm sorry I can't fix it
And make you want to stay
I'm sorry I was not good enough
And now I have pay to attention
I'm so sorry I was so stupid
You have not seen my best 🙃
#review #poem #Volfortat
In a river it sank the old man's boat,
He gave up of everything even his cloak,
For i forgive, but i don't forget,
The way love's paving; the new road he has met.
As i ascend to darkness in a way
That many would seem skeptical to go,
But as i am i don't fear to lay,
In this river that gives water to a crow.
In a river it sank the old man's boat,
He gave up of everything even his cloak,
For i forgive, but i don't forget,
The way love's paving; the new road he has met.
As i ascend to darkness in a way
That many would seem skeptical to go,
But as i am i don't fear to lay,
In this river that gives water to a crow.