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
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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—did I say our story? No way. I doubt you’d want to be part of this not-so-good rollercoaster of emotions. But since this is the final part or maybe not, I won't bore you with vague talk. Let’s get straight to business.
As I mentioned earlier, something dramatic happened just as I was about to leave the house. I heard a noise inside.
Wait—so someone was home all this time? But who? Her dad? Her mum? Her crazy brother? Her not-so-friendly sister? Or… her?
My only prayer was that it wouldn’t be her dad. Rumors about him weren’t pleasant. They called him heartless, mean, unapproachable. The kind of man who never smiles, always carrying an air of self-importance. If there was one good thing about him, it was that he managed to father a stunning 'angel.'
I stood there, my heart pounding, waiting to see who would emerge. When the gate creaked open, my breath caught. It was her.
She smiled, and for a moment, I turned into a statue—motionless, speechless. Her beauty was something my eyes couldn’t fully process. Her eyes were so clear and mesmerizing. Her face was flawless. Every detail of her presence screamed elegance.
She invited me in, offered me a seat, and handed me a drink. (Wow, a courteous lady too?). Then she apologized for keeping me waiting, explaining that she had felt a little dizzy and needed to rest.
Maybe she’s suffering from a lack of vitamin ‘Me’ in her system, I thought.
“Oh, sorry, dear,” I said. “Now that I’m here, you’ll be just fine.”
She chuckled. “I hear you. Thanks for your company, Mister.”
Mister? Is that all I get for taking such a risk to come here? I was expecting something like honey, darling, or at least sweetheart. But I kept my cool and forced a smile.
I had made up my mind—I would not leave this house empty-handed. I could sense she was falling for me but refusing to admit it. I had fallen for her too, but fear held me back. What if she rejected me?
But a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.
I knelt before her—just like they do in the movies—and let the words spill out.
“I love you.”
Then, with my most romantic voice, I added, “Honey, I want to write your name across my heart for the whole world to know you’re mine.”
Her expression changed. Did she faint? No. Did she smile? Not exactly.
Then she spoke.
“Why did it take you so long to say this?” she asked, her voice unreadable. “You’re too little, too late. I’m sorry, but there’s nothing I can do about it. You’re a nice person, but… I’m already engaged. I hope you find someone just as kind and caring as me. But hey, we can still be friends.”
Whaaaaat?!
So she knew she was engaged and still entertained me all this while? Why does everyone treat my fragile heart like a chew toy?
I stood up, ready to leave. There was no point in staying any longer—her parents had just called, saying they were on their way home. And trust me, I did not want to meet her ruthless dad, crazy brother, anti-social sister, or indifferent mum.
But just as I turned to go, she burst into laughter.
I frowned. “What’s so funny?”
She leaned forward, eyes twinkling. “Relax, I was just kidding. There’s no one else. I’ve accepted your proposal.”
Before I could react, she hugged me tightly, looked into my eyes, and gave me a quick kiss.
Her first kiss, she confessed.
Well, I have to make it a memorable one, I thought.
I gently pulled her towards me and kissed her deeply. It was so sweet, so intense—we couldn’t stop. We tumbled onto the sofa, lost in the moment.
Just as I was about to… ahem… express myself (don’t ask me what that means), the door flew open.
And there he stood.
Her father.
I swear, in that moment, I wished for the earth to split open and swallow me whole. But, of course, wishes never work in real life.
He clenched his fists, his face a mask of pure rage.
Just as he was about to strike—
I felt a tap on my shoulder.
I turned, and there stood my little nephew, Kwabota, grinning from ear to ear.
"Once bitten, twice shy." That's what they say. I had made the mistake of being fooled by a girl once. And the consequence? It nearly cost me my life.
Since that time, I resolved to always use a long spoon whenever I dined with the devil. No more blind trust—especially not in girls. Well, except maybe the one I’ll marry… which, of course, I’m still searching for.
But enough of the vague talk. 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 that brutal beating? Ah-ha! Now you remember her? Good.
Can you believe that since that night, I haven't seen her again? I know what you're thinking—was she a ghost or something? Well… I can’t say for sure. But she did give me her phone number, and we've been talking and chatting ever since.
Yes, she’s beautiful, kind-hearted, and an epitome of fashionable elegance, but I wasn’t about to let that fool me. I kept my guard up, careful not to fall into the same trap as before.
There's a Nigerian proverb I love: “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 that was my motto.
Still, I couldn't just push her away because of my past. Not all girls were the same. I had to give her a chance. After all, even Siamese twins aren’t completely identical.
We started having long conversations over the phone. The details? I can't reveal everything. But the long and short of it is—I wanted to see her. Preferably at her house. My mission? To thank her personally. Her answer? Quite simple: she was thinking about it, and if I was lucky, I’d get my answer early in the morning.
Wow! What a girl. I spent the entire night rehearsing what I would say, my mind running wild with possibilities. I was so lost in thought that I barely slept.
Morning came. A message from my “angel” woke me up. The excitement jolted me fully awake. Her text read:
“At 11 a.m., there will be no one at home.”
A golden opportunity! I wasted no time. Took my bath, had breakfast, and got everything ready. By the time I was done, it was 10:30 a.m. I set off immediately, eager yet cautious.
She had given me her house address, so finding it wasn’t a problem. At exactly 11:01 a.m., I arrived and knocked.
Silence.
I knocked again. And again.
Still, nothing.
Ah! Where could she be at this time? Had she forgotten our appointment? But she had said there would be no one at home by 11 a.m.—
Wait a minute.
Or did “no one at home” include herself?
My heart sank. What was I thinking?
The gate was locked. The windows were shut. Not even a lizard stirred in the compound. I stood there, confusion creeping up my spine. Was this another deception?
I pulled out my phone and reread her message over and over again, hoping I had misinterpreted something. Should I call her? Should I text? Should I just walk away and forget about her?
As I stood there, debating my next move, something strange happened…
But let me rest for a while and read your comments before I prepare to tell you the next part of my love story.
Love? Sometimes, it can be a real pain. Forgive my sincerity, but why do I have to suffer for something that’s supposed to be sweet? Is it really worth it?
Okay! Enough of the silly questions. Let me get straight to the story.
It was a cold evening, and boredom was eating me alive. Tired of staring at the walls, I decided to step out, hoping to find a "debeaking partner." Don't ask me what that means.
Now, I know you’re itching to find out if I succeeded. Yes, I did. But... hmmm. This is the part where you need to pay extra attention. I ain't gonna repeat myself.
She was gorgeous—so breathtaking that I nearly forgot how to breathe. It felt like love at first sight, as if we had known each other since the beginning of the world. But in reality, this was the first time I had ever seen her.
There was something enchanting about her. Her bright eyes held a kind of joy that couldn’t be explained, and her smile—awww, so infectious. The moment she looked at me, I felt like my life had been on pause all this while, and now it was finally playing.
I couldn’t believe my luck. Me? Winning the heart, mind, and soul (but definitely not the body) of this beautiful lady? I was literally singing for joy in my heart.
I thought back to the number of less attractive ladies I had chased, wooed, and still failed to get. But now, here I was, standing before this stunning beauty, and she seemed genuinely interested in me. Maybe, just maybe, those folks were right—a shoe that fits you will slip on effortlessly.
The few minutes we spent talking felt like the best time I had ever spent on Earth. I threw in a bunch of witty questions, and trust me, there wasn’t a single one she didn’t smile, giggle, or laugh at. I was on fire!
But then… something changed.
At first, it was subtle. Her laughter became shorter, less genuine. She started glancing over her shoulder, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, like someone waiting for something—or someone.
I was so caught up in the moment that I ignored these little signs. Foolish me.
Then I saw him.
A man was approaching from a distance. Tall, broad-shouldered, moving with an air of quiet confidence.
I paused, expecting him to pass by. Maybe he was just a random pedestrian. But the moment he came close, the energy around us shifted.
The lady stiffened. Her breathing became shallow, her fingers twitching slightly at her sides. She bit her lower lip and looked down, avoiding my eyes.
Something was wrong.
The man walked past without a word, not even a glance in our direction. But that was when it happened.
Her face changed. The light in her eyes flickered out like a candle in the wind. Her pupils dilated, her mouth opened slightly as if she wanted to say something—but no words came.
She was trembling now, her hands clenched into small fists.
I frowned. “Hey, are you okay?”
She didn’t answer.
A cold shiver ran down my spine. A million-dollar question arrested my mind. Who was that man? And why did she suddenly look like she had seen a ghost?
Just as I was about to ask her again, a sharp, searing pain exploded at the back of my head. A loud thwack! rang in my ears.
Darkness swallowed me whole.
I couldn’t see. I couldn’t hear. I felt nothing.
Somewhere in the void, I thought I heard a scream—her scream. But was it real? Did she even care?
I had thought she was my lady. I had thought she loved me. I had thought she was into me.
I now understand that old saying well—if something is too sweet to be true, then it probably is.
I didn’t know she was just playing with my fragile heart. I didn’t know she had arranged with that man—her accomplice—to rob me.
Together, they took my shirt. My shorts. My shoes. And most importantly, my dignity.
I woke up minutes later, lying on the cold ground. Everything was gone—except for the blood oozing down the back of my head.
But fate wasn't entirely cruel. A kind soul—a charming lady—found me, covered me, and brought me home.
I had stepped out in search of love, but I returned without love, without my belongings, and without my pride.
Before you tell me whatever is on your mind, just wait for Part 2 of my story—where I tell you about the angel who had pity on me.
What? You can’t wait? Well, leave a comment while you warm up for the next part.
