Poltergeists! Are they real?For me, they are, often in the wee hours of the morning, before the crack of dawn. They ascend from the pits of my hellish past, and like a cavalcade, intrusively gain entry into my citadel. So much for the high walls I build. Like a haunted house with banging doors and … More Dawn Poltergeists
I begin with borrowed words. Words that once roared with meaning but that have, over the years, been gradually relegated to a distant quarter in my memory. As the dying embers of an almost extinguished flame gain a new lease of life as they are wrapped in the embrace of harmattan winds, to become a … More Maybe?
An ambiance of serenity unparalleled, encampeth this baby.. so innocent, so peaceful. Head placed gently on mama’s tender bosom, arms wrapped around him, to him there is no wrong no evil in the world, all is peace yea deep peace. She hums, a melody and though separate from the lyrics, the message comes home still. … More Quintessence of serenity
Gazing through the glass window of that 10th storey apartment in one of the buildings in the clusters of skyscrapers ; in yonder sky i beheld , dimly at first , but progressively becoming more and more vivid, impending death veiled by that thick dark cloak. I stood motionless, mouth ajar, eyes fixed on the … More THE STORM IS NIGH
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