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Friday Fictioneers: Memories of Madam and Mustapha


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


Image courtesy of Jan W. FieldsIMG_7855
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🙂.

I love older men


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



Strawberry Cravings While Out Sick


I was ill for a day or two 

More I suppose 
My doctor said it was the flu
Bad case of ear infection and perhaps asthma
My body frail from pain shook with each ache
Even as my lips quivered…
They quivered for you
Juicy red between cold (chattering)teeth
I desired you like cold medicine
Dripping down pale chin 
Soothing frail licks