Month: December 2015

Oblivion 15

Oblivion 15 It is funny how the female gender always has tears up her sleeves; you make them happy or hurt them the tears just find their way down. They could watch a movie and get mushy, even football matches could make them cry. Jamal and Mark weren’t letting...

Oblivion 14

Dear reader, I bring you greeting of this glorious season. May the realization of this glory be upon us all every day of our lives. Christmas tells much about the birth of Lord Jesus the Messiah; and then his death, his first coming and his second coming…let’s endeavor to...

Oblivion 13

Oblivion 13 “There was a difference” Jamal pondered “the difference was that you could choose to go to church on Sundays or you could be the church every blessed day of your life; then again you could be both.” The wide eyed girl of about four  years clapped and giggled...

Oblivion 12

Oblivion 12 Life is a bundle of thin lines; a thin line between white and black, right and wrong, falling asleep and the first seconds of waking up. Kofoworola Martins knew one too many thin lines, but this was reality, she was on a thin line between life and...

Mused 004: Deep calls unto the Shallow

Deep calls unto the Shallow… Yes, I strongly believe that the Deep calls unto the Shallow. For me is the shallow in such an equation… The Deep calls, it sounds to the Shallow as a whisper, a heart’s stirring, an audible voice, a restlessness, a quest for something more;...

Oblivion 11

“I am fine thank you and you?” Mikhail asked as a routine into the phone. It was only logical to ask him since he had asked she thought.  Her phone had rung on her way to the Hall from the evening class and it was the Dotun-Bosun guy. “The...
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