Friday Fictioneers: Memories of Madam and Mustapha

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I stared at the picture, and my mind went to Nigeria, Lagos to be precise…

Mustapha at the gate waiting for madam to return…

It was 6:15 pm and she wasn’t back…

Mustapha peered through the gates for the 100th time… “She for don reach house now” he said to himself in Pidgin English marked with a heavy Hausa accent…

If she didn’t return before 8pm…it wouldn’t happen…

Honk, Honk

Mustapha sighed with relief and opened the gate…madam locked eyes with him as her Peugeot drove into compound…

Swiftly Mustapha went under the arches into a room…madam’s feet in subtle but steady pursuit…

They had about an hour before Oga returned…

 

Glossary of terms

Oga: Master

“She for don reach house now”: she should have been home now

Hausa: Northern tribe in Nigeria.

This week’s offering for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Ms. Rochelle

Friday Fictioneers: His Music

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I think his music will do them good…It flows from his beautiful mind to his fingers.

The serene melodic notes take us all to a place…A place of harmonious gratitude

Where mindless worries cease and burdens lift… I know his music will do them good…

Just watch them feel every bit of it…

So sad, he has never seen the impact of his talent…

PS: Happy New Year! I am hoping I can be as consistent as possible with writing this year. We shall see:).

Please feel to comment and critique kindly:).

For the girls at age 6

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What we have become these past six years.

Every painful tear, childish tantrum, silly laugh, provoked smack, back rubs, and grateful smile. Every pause and silence deeply jolted by magnifying screeches and falling noises is our story as a family. It is what we have become these past six years…what we will continue to be…

Having you both has brought us into ourselves slowly but most certainly. Love for you brings the reality of what we have become to the forefront of our minds. It brings a reminder always that family is the foundation of who we are, who we want to be…who we want you both to be.

Love

Strong

Bold

Proud

Thankful Always

Happy

Honest

Content

Determined

Disciplined

Grateful

Humble

Hardworking

Kind

Responsible

Wise

Gentle

Brave

True

Kind in every possible way

What we have become these past six years is nothing short of family. Nothing short of love… if ever there is anything you learn from me (mom) or your dad, it is that love is true, it is kind. Let love rule your hearts and kindness guide your thoughts. Let it embolden you both to truth and integrity.

Let the laughter of late night tickles propel you to lasting joys, let the best back massages soothe your hearts to rest… let it remind you of the comfort that is family.

Let our kisses and words be always in your hearts long after they are said…let them remind you what we have become these past six years…what we continue to be… let them uphold you in wisdom.

Let the stern talks and tough looks coupled with resounding NOs and time out sessions help you to understand discipline and life…the toughness it can be…the downs it can bring…let them help you to understand times and seasons…life while not always pleasant is still a blessing.

Let the grateful smiles and lingering I love you remind you that you are loved yesterday, today, tomorrow, and always…your very presence speaks love…how can it not…your infectious sweet smiles spell LOVE.

Ponle, let confidence continue to find you with genuine smiles and carefree laughter, let innocence guide you with instinct and caution. Let grace light your path always. Let wisdom raise you.

Pekun, embrace your heart’s shy tendencies, yet hold your head high knowing there is so much inside you. Smile as often as your heart wants, let nothing hold you back. Grace goes always ahead of you and your sister to hold you both strong.

Find courage in who you both are, and as always LOVE each other loudly and boldly. There would be no better best friend than both of you together as sisters and friends…both of you together is what we have become these past six years…what we continue to be…Family.

Tears find their way to my heart every year as I write these things…I think it is love pouring from me…reminding me what such immense blessings you both are…what such great and unmerited graces were bestowed on me…

Sometimes I think it is fear pouring out…fear that can come with being a parent, a mom…a role model to the biggest treasures in one’s life…fear of uncertainty…fear that I am not doing it right…fear that I am overdoing it…fear that pushes me to faith…

Faith which pulls, and propels me into a gracious reflection of what we have become these past six years…what we are…what we continue to be… it is nothing short of family…a most comforting foundation…a most assuring grace… a redefining joy…a dignifying love.

HAPPY SIXTH BIRTHDAY P.K.

HAPPY SIXTH BIRTHDAY P.J.

How I miss the baby days…so I play voice recordings and videos to soak those days all in

How I anticipate the growing years…so I make videos and write notes to prepare us for the life ahead.

Nothing we can give you could ever tell how much we adore and love you…my heart beats which each note typed, each thought of you both…

I pray for many more years of Grace, strength, laughter, great health, wisdom, and joyful bliss.

I love you to the ends of the earth and beyond…you are the best thing I could ever do.

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Signing off

Forever and always,

Mommy

 I continue to write for and to the girls, and every year since they turned 1 i have written something to them for their birthday. I hope never to stop:).

 

Friday Ficitoneers: That Rainy Night

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Renee decided to work late that night…it was no use going home. It was probably empty, and she was sure she would only feel worse if she did…

As she peered out the window of her Mother’s boutique she noticed it was pouring…just what she needed… an excuse to work even later than usual…if he called, she would tell him it was the rain. Not that it mattered…

She got up to pour herself another cup of coffee when she heard the door…the knock was perfectly synced with the thunder’s roar.

Renee panicked…Her half-filled mug came crashing as lighting flashed his reflection

Ps: I haven’t done this in so long, I can’t remember what the rules are anymore:).

I love older men

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I love older men

Not the creepy ones

But the ones with silver hair

Whose golden smiles warm many hearts

And protect little ones

 

I love older men

Not the creepy ones

But the ones with wisdom eyes

Whose wrinkle(s) tell a truth

And reflect the calm of dusk

 

I love older men with silver hair

Whose golden smiles warm many hearts

Older men with silver hair

Who look exactly like you

 

I love older men

You the most of all

…Dad!

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We have been here before…

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We’ve been here before… Too many times however… It is time to change the conversation… Prolong it past 2 days or media attention… Our homes are no longer safe…schools are mini war zones, the streets tainted, places of worship now defiled… It is time to extend the conversation past 2 days or media attention. We have been here before, too many times. 

#Charleston