Now or Later!
one of youth most persistent problem, success isn’t a function of luck, it’s an expression of deliberate hard-work. no matter how little success his, the fulfillment derived afterwards is what makes the difference. before i indulge into a short story, i would love you to see this tweet!
something weird happened last weekend, i was running late on several post and due to my real life work constraint, i haven’t been truthful to my blog; so i decide to dedicate the weekend to my writing indulgences. Saturday like any other free weekend, was exciting and less busy. but at the point i decide to pick up my phone to start jotting down some ideas, a dizziness encroached me, and i was in a matter of minute dozing off. like a snail, i keep postponing the writing/typing i needed to do until it was Sunday. i did promised myself to get back to my creativity once am back from church, but then, the same occurrence as Saturday engulfed me, and i eventually didn’t make time for the write-up
now its important to note that procrastination is the first step to living a failed and success-deprived life.
so am not really big on poem et al, but I’ve decide to give it this bold try.
The thought of the love I should have had, remained as hopeless as the shape the window in the attic had assume;
The believe and faith that loves brings, seems all so old like the window frame of a haunted attic;
waiting patiently by the rear of the window, hoping for a miracle to intervene;
like a still water, the atmosphere around me remained real calm;
at the frustration of my lost mind, I decide to depart the window;
now leaving the confinement of the illusive window, which effects on me sure felt like I was lost in space!
I could almost believe within myself, that I never went close to the mysterious window in the first place;
An illusion I will surely tell and announce!
Love doesn’t have to be so complicated!
sometimes in March, i confronted larry on a number of decision he had started manifesting; this i did, to know what was going on in his life. At the end of this short story about larry’s life, i believe you’ll come to agree with my advice for him.
The life larry has decided to start dwelling in, is as much normal as a life many has chosen for themselves in the past, the only problem was his conscience. Larry from his youthful days have always known, that he had emotional attachment to his best-friend who happen to be the same-sex with him; the thought of such emotional attachment drove him to a mad extreme of internal denial. after i and larry met, it didn’t take too long before we became close friends, to the stage where he felt so relax to share a secret or two with me. Michael he said, i have a problem to share with you. with a straight face i asked him to go ahead with the secret.
after 3 hours of conversing, i came to realize that larry’s past 5 years have been cemented on emotional torture. at this stage all i could tell him was not too worry or dwell much on the thought, instead! he should approach his best-friend about his feelings.
now its cogent i tell you that larry is a very religious person, who takes his religious life to heart. as at the time i encouraged larry to tell his best friend of his emotional thought, and then see what becomes of it. After my advice, all larry could mutter to me was that it’s all a sin!!! i looked back at him with a slight smile, and tell him “GOD GAVE YOU THE HEART TO LOVE ANYONE, BUT WHAT YOU THEN DO WITH SUCH LOVE IS WHAT DETERMINES IF ITS SIN OR NOT!.” as i was about leaving, larry thanked me for the piece of advice, and i left him with this simple word, ‘LOVE DON’T HAVE TO BE SO COMPLICATED’.
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At Canterbury, mum didn’t lose a sweat identifying the location given to her, which is also an apartment she once lived in with our dad. She entered to find not just the lawyer sited, but most of my dad’s old colleague as well, including his boss. Pleasantries were in accordance; even though mum couldn’t really grasp, and understand why all the people she met there were actually really there for seeing how the will is that of her husband. Mum was quite mature about her facial and body expression because she don’t wanna arouse any attention to both her and her daughter. Soon everyone sat to listen to the will of Mr mason, before death, Dad instructed the lawyer to play a video of him before reading out the will to everyone. The video was a recording my dad made without the consent of my mum 7 years ago, the video was recorded while mum and dad were on the bed talking about I and Kerry and our love for the beach, even though the video ended abruptly, mum didn’t look confused like everyone in that room which were present for the hearing of the will. Now it was time for the will to be read, and the lawyer showed everyone the sealed envelope containing the will, as at this time my sister who was narrating the whole story to me said she was tired and confused already, because all she knew about dad was fast becoming a thing of less tangibility and that she wasn’t sure she wanted to stay in that room anymore. When I asked her, what is it that made her stay eventually, she said it was because of mum.
Having made sure the envelope containing the will had no alteration, the lawyer then opened the will to read.
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It was indeed a faithful and beautiful hot sunday afternoon when James and Francis, decided they wanna go chill and cool off at Michael’s flat at yaba, opp sweet sensation, hoping to find him cooking, so they can feed their starving stomachs. “So, this is what I didn’t tell u initially! You see, james and francis are two finalist at lagos state university, both studying earth sciences”. On getting to Michael’s flat, they found him quiet and reserve, deep in thought and carried away. James decides to snap him out of whatever it is he was lost into, and until then, did they both noticed, he wasn’t just quiet and carried away in some fantasy, he was critically depressed and lifeless. Opening the curtain to get a better look at Michael’s countenance, they realized his skin was looking pale already. Michael ! Michael !! Michael !!! Francis shouted!. Yes! Michael replied with a dragging mild voice. With such detrimental tone of reply, james and francis decide amongst themselves, that the best way to gear Michael up, is by teasing him. “This is the irony behind James and francis kind of teasing. James and francis are two set of weird boy, who often make Michael feel like, him and the two of them are all boring and lazy musketeers whose future in lagos state university is a stretch of lonely island without an escape plan.” The planned teasing, didn’t take long before Michael, slipped into his previous mood and in a short while, he fainted; and immediately he became as cold as a mild ice block.
As confused and scared as james and francis were, there were quite aware of the need to call an ambulance, and so they did, luckily an ambulance was stationed 10 min from the house. While they were waiting for the arrival of the ambulance, francis brought up the idea to pour him water on the face, to see maybe they would be any changes, and as a result, he will wake up. Without much delay, James got the water from the kitchen and gave it to francis who brought forward the initiative with a warning, reminding him of Michael’s current temperature. Francis, being blinded by his plan, didn’t allow james warning stop him from carrying out his thesis on Michael. After the operation “pour water on Michael” took place, Haaaatttccheeewww! Was the power sneeze Michael released, immediately the water touched his head.
So this award have been there for a while now, and i basically wasn’t aware of the award on time, majorly because the notice was sent straight to spam.
so needless to say; am grateful for this recognition of excellence that i have been bestowed with by one of my most cherished co-blogger Olive ole. OLIVE OLE is indeed an individual of multi-diversity, both through her personality as a writer and as a blogger.
moving on to the award proper,
Premio Dardos means “prize darts” in Spanish and is given “in recognition of cultural, ethical, literary, and personal values transmitted in the form of creative and original writing.”
This award comes with the following rules:
1) Include the Premio Dardos Award Picture and the name of the person that nominated you (Include a link to their blog)
2) Nominate 15 other blogs and notify them!
3) Thank the blogger who nominated you in your blog and link back.
the first rule can be found above, and as for the second rule,
the second rule can be seen below;
the name of the 15 blogs i nominate for this awards are:
truth. love. service
Meg sorick- writes better than she dress
maria morera johnson
jk not jk
truth truly true
blogging it like a Goddess
slash in the box