• Oblivion (fiction)

    Oblivion 4

    Milkhi turned down the heat so the soup could simmer. Martha sat close by with her earpiece plugged in as she sang at the top of her voice… {Rebellion was truly worse than witchcraft.} She looked up just to see Mark standing by the door…with a grin on his face and simply quoted “Do unto others as you’d want to be done unto you…”. He must have calculated the whole scenario from the look of what he saw. “Martha, take this drink to my friend in the sitting room…” focusing his attention on her “Yes Egbon” she collected the drink and left. Miks shook her head and recounted the ordeal…

  • Oblivion (fiction)

    Oblivion 3

    Mark entered her room without knocking. “Hello! I am not 7 years old anymore, knock before you come into my room, my rules…” she glared at him. “Sorry to burst your bubbles, Princess. I had to coming after knocking and didn’t get a reply. I get that you tend to get lost in the other world when you are reading your books but you need to get a life, (spells it out)…LIFE…”Mark rattled on as Miklhi rolled her her eyes. Smiling, he continued “Dad’s birthday is in a week, mom is out of the country, Martha is back from school in case you didn’t notice and she needs to make…

  • Oblivion (fiction)

    Oblivion 2

    Hiii friend! you have in your hands the long awaited next chapter of Oblivion…to read Oblivion 1 (click this link). https://lutomiokuns.wordpress.com/2015/04/14/oblivion-1/ Thanks…I cherish you. Miklhi sighed as she shut the living room door; fortunately, no one was in view as she went into the kitchen. Running a quick scan through the refrigerator, she picked up a can of her favorite drink; Malta Guiness. She had succeeded in converting her younger sister to the Malta team; she took a long swig at it “hummm…that tastes just like honey…” she thought. “Hey Miks”, her big brother said as he strolled into the kitchen; “Hi babe…” she replied him as she smiled him…

  • Life Lessons

    Fear Came to Visit..

    I know Fear, it visits alot. Last week, I was so anxious and worried about a certain uncertainty. Somewhere in the middle of this, I heard a knock on the door of my heart. It was Fear, yes, Fear came to visit and I let it in! When Fear arrived, it made itself feel at home, as one on a beach chair sipping Chapman. It arrived with so much baggage that I couldn’t predict how long my visitor will be with me. To appreciate my effusive welcome after entertaining fear with my anxieties and worries, it gave me a bouqet with wild roses of breathtaking agony. This agony had a…