Random Reflections Of A Sound Mind.

'See, I usually don't treat customers good like this but I like you, Oga Man of God, you remind me of my first boyfriend...and I like fair guys!' She kissed me on the lip, slowly. All the resistance and traces of common sense began to seep out; faster than water from a rafia basket! Almost instinctively, my hands began to transverse her body in response to her, as we drank deep of our midnight salivas. Without warning, I threw her off me unto the bed and made to go over her when she broke out laughing again. I was confused. 'Did I do something wrong?' The laughter intensified in response to my question. Somehow, it seemed my puzzled look fueled her laughter the more. I shifted back to my edge of the bed and sat down. I watched her continue for a while. Hormones had begun to take a nose dive. 'Are you done?' I was beginning to get slightly irritated. She got herself together and walked up to the switch and t

(kindly read #afterNote under first before deciding whether to read this or not. Nothing serious) "0-7-0-3-2-2-7-0-1-4-A. I'm getting a 0-7-0-3-2-2-7-0-1-4-A..." "Jeeeeesuss!!! Thank you Jesus! Thank you Lord!" An abrupt scream rent the atmosphere as the Pastor was calling the number the second time. A fat lady with a big wig jumped out screaming. The ushers couldn't hold her. The congregation was laughing, it was quite a sight that she could sprint like she did from the mid section of the auditorium, up and across the large expanse in front. 'Madam, are you the one? Do you recognize that number...?' 'Hey God!!! Jesus is reeeeal! I will serve God forever and evermore...' the woman was still screaming and pacing round an axis as the ushers tried to restrain her. 'Madam! We know Jesus is real, he has been real since, not just-- hold her!!!' The woman made to collapse as the ushers qui

Beginning sometime in the middle of 2003, I have kept a diary where I write everyday; random thoughts, record of happenings, omens, etc. This practice necessitated the continuation of the diary in several exercise books (I have quite a pile of these books now; in them, how I think and most of the motives behind my actions, will hang around here many years after I leave).  I kept these books, along with every letter, note, or handmade card that was personally made for me. Along with this collection of books, I have my term results from my secondary school, JSS 1 to SSS 3 (1998-2004). I was looking through my results, as I did, I could readily tell from a clear pattern in them, what my natural strengths were and how best I functioned. As I looked through the results, I came across one of results that brought lots of memories. Let me try to share. Saturdays at FGC Okigwe were anything but fun, except you were an SSS 3 student, who could do whatever was desired

I sat frozen, on one side of the large hotel bed when the knock came more insistently the second time. 'Knock! Knock!! Knock!!!' I was nervous and didn't know what to answer because I knew who it was. The taboo of the anticipated, mixed with resistance against the voice of reason screaming in my head, plus every teaching I had heard on immorality, produced an ambivalent sensation. I couldn't properly classify if it was fear or desire; but I could feel the adrenaline rush. 'Knock! Knock!! Knock!!!' I opened my mouth to respond but I couldn't make out words. Then the door knob turned slowly and the door creaked opened slightly. Her head and shoulders jutted out from behind the door. When she saw I was the one, she walked in and locked the door behind her. All she had was a phone and charger. I had been trying to play cool and act as normal as possible, like I was used to this; I fiddled with my phone. As she sauntered