SURVIVING AT HER MERCY

The fiery eyed man came home in frenzy of fury searching frantically for his punching bag. The target, his frightened wife held her breath as she hid under the bed praying that their four year old son whose lips know no lie will not give her away. But that was not to be, for in matters of seconds the unwavering honesty of their clueless son fished her out from under the bed. As he dragged her by the hair, the piece of cloth she tied fell off leaving her naked, but her oppressor was unmoved and insistent, he began to pound her like local akuebilisi drum. Having endured these routines of horror for years the woman has grown used to it, she lay still like a real sand bag bereft of will to fight back. When he was done he stormed out relieved. Down to Original Mama’s joint he landed, his mouth filled with tales and his enticer’s ears eager as hell to hear. He poured it out like the surge of a mighty flood; branding himself a hero for wrecking his own ship. Original Mama has been in easy virtue business for ages, like a professional spin-master she doused his ego, saturating him with accolades so elusive. He felt relaxed and warmed up to her exhausted bossom. The old hag welcomed him warmly to her rusty murky well of expired waters. Alas! He gasped what else do I live for? So quietly he emptied his whole pocket to her, like a faithful steward he rendered an immaculate account, offering to do even better the next day. Once more the old hag

I MARRIED A LION.

Submitted by oladimeji josiah on Fri,
04/19/2013 - 16:34

Most often than not, the trouble most
people find themselves in are brought on
them by their own handwork, but when
the problem take over their lives and
swallows them up, others pity them and
cry foul to God, asking why God would
allow such terrible things happen, when in
true sense it's not the fault of the creator
but an outright fault of the creation, be it
male or female.

I live a very busy life, because of the kind
of work i do and my position in the
company i work with, but however busy i
am, my work ends in the office, i never let
my office work spill over to the house,
despite this my hands are always full when
i am at home because of the handful of
activities i have to grapple with

Couple Of the Month

Mr and Mrs Egwor

 HOW WE MET

Around twenty years ago I was living in Jos,plateau state and going through hard times in life . I could not find satisfying work and I found this especially difficult as I had a lot of experience and a Masters degree.To my shame I was working at a school just to make ends meet and living with friends. I had lost my apartment. I had been through five interviews with a company and one day between job runs,  my office called to say I was fired.

 Later that afternoon, while doing my driving through a quiet friendly neighbourhood I had an inner wave – like a primal scream – arise from deep inside me and I thought “Why has my life become so hard?” “Give me a sign, I asked… a physical sign – not some inner voice type of thing.” Immediately after this internal scream I pulled the my car over to drop off a friends little sister and as she got out of my car she handed me an earring saying I should keep it in case somebody claimed it. The earring was stamped metal, painted black and