• Oblivion (fiction)

    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 Vivian off so easy. Jamal had called Mark’s attention to her during the Carol at Martha’s school. “Your sister sang so well” she pouted in defense as Mark made maneuvered the car towards to the BRT station. “You can drop us here” Jamal said “Mark it’s so nice to meet you”, Vivian said as she shook his hands. The evening was…

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    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 not just bask in momentary euphoria but live in the eternal grace. Thank you for your endurance so far, the stats have been awesome because you keep coming back. God bless you biiiiig. With Love Tomilola. Oblivion 14 Love makes the difference – Anonymous Dr. Biyi Martins looked tired and like he hadn’t slept in days. It was understandable for the…

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    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 on her mother’s laps, as though calling his attention to the magnificence of the world around him, he winked at her and she giggled some more this time. Her mummy looked to see what was going on and smiled. “I am smitten quite alright, your princess is adorable” Jamal remarked politely The young mother who looked like mid-twenties beamed “Thank you.”…

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    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 death. Since the results came in she had made a conscious decision to fight Cancer with all of her. Yes she knew it; she listened carefully to what the doctors had to say and the options given her, which was what medical science could provide. That’s science, she believed in something stronger, someone truer; The Man Christ Jesus. “A penny for…

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    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 class was just there” she replied his question. “Yes, I am ok, it’s probably the stress of the day that makes me sound so” she answered “No we have not had Prof. Marayesa’s test, it comes up sometime this week” She felt her phone vibrate to indicate an incoming call “Ok, I have to go now. Yes. Thank you for checking…

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    Oblivion10

    Oblivion 10!!! Hurray, I celebrate you as I drop the 10th installation of Oblivion. Thank you(x10) for reading, muah… November I heard is Writer’s month and So I dedicate this to all Writers especially if I have read anything from you and it has inspired me, made me laugh, smile or giggle (Today’s comments included). Love. Two months and counting, Mikhail was excited to be in school. Being in school afforded her a form of freedom she didn’t have while under her parent’s nose. Not that she was a party jockey or wanted to do the wrong things. It was to her as a breath of fresh air, a kind…

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    Oblivion 9

    Dedicated to my Jolaoluwa, she has always been so helpful with the typing. Oblivion 9 “Who told you where we usually put the room key?” Dotun quizzed the petite form that stood before his face. It wasn’t a question as much as it was an accusation. He had gotten home a bit late which is to be expected anyway since the Martins’ party was held on the island and he resided on the mainland. By the time he got to the door, he checked his Hermes wristwatch, a gift from his late mother…whew 9:36pm. He couldn’t understand why any young woman in her right mind would dangle rat before cat…

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    Oblivion 8

    Oblivion 8 OYSTAR Events Palace located in the heart of Eko Atlantic City; 14 minutes north of Victoria Island had the ambience of a luxury. The peachish-pink crystal lights cast a mild glow in the arena like the starry sky over the Mediterranean. Oystar, a Medival structure was built as a tribute to Oysters. A live Jazz band serenaded the guests; Dotun took it all in like a movie, the music as the soundtrack and the guests were the cast. The Lagos society was not missing in the scene as she was well represented by the crème da la crème. They were dressed as the Christians would say, in their…

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    Oblivion 7

    Oblivion is here after a near long break, thanks to all my encouragers this is dedicated to them. In view to structure the timing of this post, I hereby announce that Oblivion Chapters will be posted on Tuesday evenings and you can stop to check from after 4pm. If you haven’t read Oblivion 1-6, click these links to get them on your screen.  Thank you for your commitment. Oblivion 1 | Modesola’s Musings – https://lutomiokuns.wordpress.com/2015/04/14/oblivion-1/ Oblivion 2 | Modesola’s Musings – https://lutomiokuns.wordpress.com/2015/08/20/oblivion-2/ Oblivion 3 | Modesola’s Musings – https://lutomiokuns.wordpress.com/2015/08/27/oblivion-3/ Oblivion 4 | Modesola’s Musings – https://lutomiokuns.wordpress.com/2015/08/31/oblivion-4/ Oblivion 5 | Modesola’s Musings – https://lutomiokuns.wordpress.com/2015/09/10/oblivion-5/ Oblivion 6 | Modesola’s Musings – https://lutomiokuns.wordpress.com/2015/09/15/oblivion-6/…

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    Oblivion 5

        Munching Syndrome, known all over as one of the best caterers in town…owned by Mrs. Teniola Koffi-Allen, located in the suburban region of Lagos, and obviously  could only be afforded by elites.     She called for a staff meeting on Sunday evening at her residence “Good evening everyone, as you have been informed we have a society party coming up” “Yes ma” they all chorused in confirmation “Good, but unfortunately I will be out of the country during that period but that doesn’t  mean that out standards must be lowered…” taking a breadth and continues,  “…So in my view of this I have appointed my sister Mrs Tititlola Chukwuka …