Infuse your life with action. Don't wait for it to happen. Make it happen. Make your own future. Make your own hope. Make your own love. And whatever your beliefs, honor your creator, not by passively waiting for grace to come down from upon high, but by doing what you can to make grace happen... yourself, right now, right down here on Earth.
-Bradley Whitford
Have a blessed day 👍😊🙏
It's another day, another life, and another opportunity that God has given you. You can't right all the wrongs in the past, but you can choose to make a brand new start. You can choose not to repeat the mistakes of the past. You can choose to be good, kind, merciful and compassionate to others. You have to make that choice today!
K. Dwomoh
May God guide and guard you today 👍😊🙏
Dream, dream, dream, is all I do.
I wish you were in my arms now.
I yearn for that gentle touch.
Your sweet lips which part with good tidings.
Your bright eyes that carry away all my fears.
I need you to hold me tight.
I yearn for your stupendous love.
I need your love.
I need to see your beauty.
I need you to need me too.
But, I can't get any of these
Unless I scream until I dream my life away.
I don't know why
I can't get hold of you
I always mourn and cry
And you know it's true.
Unless I dream.
I can't see you.
Unless I dream.
I can't feel you.
Unless I dream.
I can't have you.
Unless I dream.
You are not mine.
K. Dwomoh
I was never prepared for this.
Yeah.
This game that some folks call love.
I did not know that I could suddenly and unexpectedly be caught in the web of love.
I thought I was so strong, so bold and so courageous to be conquered by love.
But, look at me now.
I sing love, eat love, drink love and sleep love.
Love has become the language that I speak.
Love has taken over the better part of my body.
Love, and not blood, now runs through my veins.
I don't get time to hate anymore.
Hate?
I'm even shocked I was able to spell that word, because it is no more in my dictionary.
I didn't know love could do me any harm, until it paralyzed me.
It pinned me down.
It restricted my movement, just to show me that it is now ruling my body.
I wish I could get a cure.
I wish there is, but I'm not sure.
Sometimes I scream in my dream, till I see streams of tears in my eyes.
Why is love so heavy a burden to carry?
All too soon, we've come to the end of our story. Oh sorry, that's my story, and not yours. I don't think you would like to be part of this not-so-good story. Well, since this is the final part, I wouldn't like to bore you with long vague talks. Let's get down to business.
As I said earlier, something dramatic happened in the house, just when I was about to leave. I heard a noise in the house.
So there is someone here in the house all this while? Who could this be? Her dad? Her mum? Her crazy brother, her not-too-friendly sister or herself?
My only prayer was that it wouldn't be the dad. I have heard a lot from the grapevine about him. He's such a heartless man. So mean. Very calous. So unfriendly. Never smiling. Full of himself. I guess the only good thing about him is that, he has managed to give birth to a beautiful 'angel.'
I stood there, restlessly waiting to see who will come out of the house. I was only hoping and praying that it will be my 'angel.' Lo and behold, when the gate opened, it was her. She gave me a smile, and for a moment I felt like a statue. I stood there motionless and speechless. I couldn't comprehend and apprehend her beauty. Her eyes, so white and sexy. Her face, so cute and pretty. I couldn't take my eyes away from her. In short, she was just wow.
She invited me into her house, gave me a seat to sit on, and offered me a drink (mmm what a courteous lady, I thought). She apologised for keeping me waiting outside. Her excuse? She felt a bit dizzy, so she decided to rest a little. (I guess she must be suffering from lack of vitamin "Me", in her body)
"Oh sorry, dear", I said, "now that I am here with you, you shall be well." "I hear you, and thanks for your company, and kind words, mister," she said.
"Mister?" Is that all I get for taking such a risk to come to her house? I was hoping to hear something like "honey", "darling" or "sweety." Ewww, this lady is so so not romantic. But I kept my cool, and forced a smile on my face.
I had purposed in my heart, and carved it on my mind that I will not leave "empty-handed." I started thinking about my well-thought-out plan to win her heart. I could see and feel that she was falling for me, but she didn't want to say it. I also had fallen in love with her, but I was too afraid to tell her, because I thought she may reject my proposal.
Hmmm...A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. I decided to take the bold step. I knelt down before her-just like they do in the movies- and told her those three powerful words, (I love you) and quickly followed with these romantic words, "Honey, I want to write your name across my heart, for the whole world to know that you are mine."
Her face changed? Yes. Did she faint? Oh no. Did she smile? Not really. What did she say then? She answered me by saying this, " why did it take you so long to say this to me? You are too little too late. I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do about it. You are a nice person, but I'm already engaged. I hope you find another girl so caring and kind like me. But we could still be friends, though."
Whaaaat?!!! Is this really happening to me? So she knew she was engaged and still entertained me? Why is everyone playing with my fragile heart? I decided to get up and go. There's no point staying long, because her parents have just called to inform her that they were coming home. I didn't want to meet her wicked dad, crazy brother, anti-social sister and indifferent mum. Just when I stood up to go, she burst out laughing. I asked why, and she confessed she was just kiding. There was no one, and that she has accepted my proposal. This girl is funny too.
She hugged me so tightly, looked straight into my eyes, and gave me a quick kiss.
She told me that was her first kiss. I thought to myself, "then I have to make it a memorable one." I also pulled her head gently towards me, and gave her a deep loooooong kiss. Mmmm...it was so sweet we couldn't stop, so we landed in the sofa. Just as I was about to "come out and express myself"- don't ask me what that means, the door opened.
There stood the man, my lady's wicked dad. At that moment, I wish the earth could just open and swallow me, but it only remained a wish. How the hell am I going to escape from this man? I can't fight him. He's just too strong for me.
Just when this man was about to strike, I felt someone tapping my shoulders. I turned, and it was my little nephew, Kwabota, waking me up to tell me food is ready. What a Saviour! Under normal circumstance, I would have given him a knock on his face for waking me up, but in this instance, I smiled and actually shook his hands. I didn't tell him why, but I thanked him for waking me up. What a bitter-sweet dream!
I don't know how real such dreams can be. I only hope I find the lady of my dream without any of these atrocities.
"Once bitten, twice shy", that's what they say. I had made a mistake of being fooled by a girl once. And the consequence? It nearly resulted in my death.
So since that time, I resolved to "always use a long spoon, any time I was eating with the devil." I will not trust any girl again....well except maybe the one I'll marry, which of course, I'm still searching.
Well, enough of the vague talks. Let's get back to business.
You remember the "angel" I promised to tell you more about? Oh, you don't? The one who saved my ass from the brutalities? Ahaaa, you now remember her? That's great!
Can you imagine that since that night, I haven't set my eyes on her again? I'm sure you are wondering whether she's a ghost or something. Errrrrrmmmm....I can't say that for a fact. Well, she gave me her phone number, and we have been talking and chating since.
Yes, she is beautiful, kind-hearted and an epitome of fashionable elegance, but I didn't want us to get so intimate. I was still treading cautiously. I didn't want to be "fooled" by her good qualities, and fall for her too.
There's this Nigerian proverb that I love so well, "if you wake up one morning and your cock begins to chase you, you must run because you may never know if it has grown teeth overnight." Funny huh?
But I'll not simply drive away a good girl, just because some girl somewhere somehow broke my heart and stole my dignity. I have to give this girl a chance. After all, no two persons are the same, not even siamese twins.
I started a long chat with her over the phone. The details? I can't disclose all. The long and short of it is that I wanted to see her, preferrably in her house. My mission there? Well to thank her personally. Her answer? Quite simple. She was thinking about it, and if I'm lucky, I will get her answer early in the morning.
Wow! What a girl! I kept praying and the same time rehearsing what I was going to tell her. I was so much drunk in this thought to the extend that I couldn't sleep throughout the night.
Early in the next morning, I received a message from my "angel." In fact, her message woke me up. Eh, but I thought I said I couldn't sleep throughout the night? Oh, I did, but for a short while.
I couldn't even wait for another second to read her message. This is how she put her message, " at 11am, there will be no one at home." Wow, what an opportunity. I took my bath, breakfast and any other thing that needed to be taken.
By the time I finished my preparation, it was 10:30 am, so I set of. Since she gave me her house address, I didn't have much of a problem locating it. Amazingly, I got to her house at exactly 11:01am. I knocked, and knocked and knocked, but it was dead silent. No response! Ah, where could this girl be, by this time? Has she forgotten our appointment? Didn't she tell me there will be no one at home by 11am? .....wait a minute! Or the "no-one at home" included herself? OMG. What was I thinking?
Their gate was locked. Windows closed. Not even a lizard was in the house. I stood there disappointed. Eh, could this be another deception? I took my phone, and read her message, over and over again. Should I call her? Should I text her? Should I forget about her? Should I go back?
Well, something dramatic happened, but let me rest a while and read your comments, while I prepare to tell you the part 3 of my love story.
Love? It can sometimes be a pain in the ass. Forgive my sincerity. Why do I have to suffer for something which is believed to be sweet? Is it really worth it?
Okay! Enough of the silly questions. Let me get straight to the story.
I was taking a stroll one cold evening. I was getting bored with loneliness, so I decided to go out and see if I can get a "debeaking partner." Don't ask me what that means.
I'm sure you are itching to know whether I got one. Yes, I did. But...hmmm. This is the part you have to pay extra attention. I ain't gonna repeat myself.
I saw this gorgeous lady, and trust me, it was love at first sight. It was as if we've known ourselves since the beginning of the world, but the truth is, that was the first time of seeing her.
I saw a kind of joy in her bright eyes that couldn't be explained. Her smile, awww so infectious. I felt alive that very moment. It was like, until I met her, my life has been paused and it is now being played.
I couldn't believe myself that I had won the heart, mind and soul (but definitely not the body) of this pretty lady. I was literally singing for joy in my heart.
I could recount the number of less beautiful ladies I have chased and wooed, all in the name of I-Don't-Want-To-Be-Alone, but couldn't get. I have now realised why some folks say that a shoe that's meant for you will be worn without any struggles.
The few minutes we spent talking seem to me like the best time I had spend on the planet earth.
I asked a lot of funny and witty questions, and trust me, there wasn't even a single one that she didn't smile, giggle or laugh.
But.....
I guess I was talking too much. But she didn't look like she was getting bored or something. We were standing there alone, in a compromising posture.
I saw someone approaching, so I thought I will give a break and allow this stranger to pass, so that I can continue my tortuous sermon on love, to my new found friend. But this didn't happen.
This man got to where we were standing. He looked at us and passed by without even a sigh.
So I decided to continue my sweet talks, but this time, with more romantic words and gestures to win the heart of my soon-to-be mistress.
But something strange happened. The lady's face changed as soon as the man passed by. A million-dollar question arrested my mind. She was shaking. Her mouth was opened wide. She wanted to tell me something, but she was too afraid to speak. Just as I was about to ask her about her sudden change, I felt a sharp pain at the back of my head, and a loud noise simultaneously.
I couldn't see anything nor hear even the loudest scream that my lady gave. Sorry, that's what I thought. I thought she was my lady. I thought she loved me. I thought she was so much into me.
I now understand this saying well, "something that's too sweet to be true, is too sweet to be true." I didn't know she was just playing with my fragile heart. She had arranged with that anonymous stranger to steal from me.
She, together with the man, stole my shirt, my shorts, my shoes, and most importantly, my heart.
I woke up some minutes or so later, without anything on. Oh yes, nothing. Except for the blood that was oozing out profusely, nothing was found on me. A very kind angel (a charming lady) covered me and brought me home.
I went out in search of love, but I came without love and my dignity. But before you tell me whatever you wanna tell me, just wait for the part 2 of my story, which talks about the "angel" that had pitty on me.
What? You can't wait? Then give me your comment while you warm up for the second part.
