The Two Shall Become One!

The Two Shall Become One!

And the two shall become one

A phrase I have heard several times.

its meaning vague and almost far fetched

Not until now, when you lay on that sickbed!

Every fibre of my being felt the pain

Every labored breathe you took, I took too

Oh that the two shall not become one!

So I can watch you fight your demons in your sleep

So I can hear you moan in pain

But cupid has played a fast one on me

you and I are one… Get well soon my love

Life Lessons

Life Lessons

For those that feel their relationships/career/health and life generally is beyond repair, read this;

A Very Short Story

This morning a neighbour’s little niece walked into my apartment and met me struggling with a broken umbrella. It was a beautiful treasured gift given to me by my beloved. I tried so hard to fix it, but couldn’t. So this little girl(Esther) in usual childish manner offered to help fix it. I declined,, telling her it is beyond our abilities to do so. She insisted until I finally gave in and handed her the umbrella.
After several failed attempts, she said to me “aunty, JESUS CAN REPAIR YOUR UMBRELLA!” I looked at her and the look on her face was priceless, such innocence,, such confidence, such faith filled declaration coming from a little girl.

There is nothing beyond God to fix! Come to Jesus with the pieces of your broken career/relationships/life. He will fix everything!

African Woman!

African Woman!

Who is she that comes from afar?
The sun to her face
An earthen pot sitting majestically like a crown on her head
Beautiful strong arms holding like a bouquet of fragrant flowers
A basket of veggies
With each graceful stride a sense of purpose and determination
The sweat on her brows and forehead glistening like diamonds
A radiant glow to her face
She is a beautiful black woman
She is African!

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She came to my window
Singing a beautiful song
Abruptly she stopped…
Something has made her furious!
She started chirping loudly and pecking at my glass window
I watched in bewilderment
What could make a cute fragile bird with the sweetest voice to turn into this angry, furious, and murderous vixen that keeps pecking at my glass?
Then it came to me!!
It was a reflection of herself she saw…
If Only She Knows
She is the most beautiful thing a girl has ever seen!!!
No wonder
We perish for lack of knowledge…

BEFORE THE BEGINNING, A Short Story: continuation


A Short Story

…Before he could utter a word, kunlung spoke, “I know you are surprised, but I am he whom you are waiting for, the messenger of Yamba, now let’s see how far you have gone with the preparations”…


…With this, the chief priest was brought back from his reverie and was showing Kunlung the shrine, the earthen pots, the calabashes, all ready for the great Eku festival, he went further to show him the goats to be slaughtered and other presents to be offered to Yamba on that day.
“Come let’s go into the village and you will see how we are all preparing for this festival” said the chief priest to Kunlung. Kunlung suddenly transformed into his snake form and slithered behind the chief priest towards the village.
The sun was already setting when the chief priest and Kunlung made it to the village stream, where,the chief priest left Kunlung and went ahead to the village,to his home, for Kunlung was not supposed to enter the village in his snake form, lest the people faint for fear.
Very early in the morning, as Kunlung was enjoying the cool of the stream after having had a very delicious dinner of a ram, he heard noises coming towards him from the village, so he slithered into a more thicker bush and slid into a cave close to the stream. The noise grew louder and a group of women came into his view, each was carrying a big earthen pot; they were all of middle age.
As they reach the mouth of the stream, one of the women, the one in front said an oblation to Yamba, then all of them dipped in their pots to fetch water. One of the women said, “let’s be fast so that we can fetch as much as we need for the brewing of the mehn (local beer) for the festival before other women and herdboys come ad contaminate the water and make it unfit for use”; as she was talking, the other women were sniggering and trying to hide their laughter, but soon bursted into peal and peal of laughter before one of them addressed her, ” Lamade, have you forgotten that no one is permitted to fetch water before sunrise, as it has been announced by the town crier that the Eku festival is in a weeks time?” “Oh! Forgive me, I have a lot going on in my mind” replied Lamade. “Anyways, we still have to be fast, so as to finish everything on time and prepare. You know this year’s festival is going to be special, I am offering two goats to Yamba and the goddess, because last year, I asked for the fruit of the womb and my request was granted, all thanks to Yamba, I am now a proud mother”. The other women joined her and chorused “All thanks to Gamba indeed we are grateful”.
After filling their pots they lifted and balanced it on their heads and off they went to the village. Kunlung was so impressed with what he heard, “preparations are going just fine…” he thought, he was already imagining the sweet and refreshing taste of blood trickling down his throat on that day, when he was suddenly brought back to reality by the sound of approaching footsteps coming from the mountains.
Ngalbang was dancing, leaping and running at the same time, he could not contain his joy, he has been recruited into the dancing group for the great Eku festival… and oh!…he is going to give it his all and so wherever he went, he is always with his mbikum (flute made from corn stalk) blowing and dancing even as he’s currently doing. His friend Kilala was following behind, annoyed and irritated as Ngalbang kept bumping into him or stepping on his toes, finally, he called out to Ngalbang “one of your cows is heading towards the stream and you know what that means!” Ngalbang was suddenly brought back to his senses “Ai na mo!!! ” he lamented, “what did you say?, my cow? Ai shaba luktuk” he lamented the more, ” I am finished, how could the gods choose to be so hard on me? Just a while ago I was so happy to be chosen to perform in this year’s dance ( kollo) for the great festival and now this great misfortune has befallen me” (no one is allowed to fetch water, or water their animals before the sun is up in the sky a week to the great festival of Eku, as it is believed that the messenger of Yamba goes there early in the morning to drink. Also the women chosen specially for the job of brewing the (mehn) goes there to fetch water for the brewing and so anyone who breaks the rule is given a heavy penalty). All the while Ngalbang was saying these, he was wildly running towards the stream. On getting there, he was shocked to see there was not a single cow, nor footmarks of cows. He sprinted back to where Kilala was sitting on a rock and looking smoggy, “you scoundrel!” Said Ngalbang, “you have outsmarted me again!” and both of them bursted into laughter… “I am sorry, I had to use this expensive trick on you, cause I don’t know what else to do to get you out of this obsession” Kilala replied and both burst into laughter again… “You see, my friend, I am going to dance like you have never seen me done before, cause this is gonna be a special one for me…my honest, last year’s was so bountiful, all my barns are filled up and my cattle are fat and flourishing, Eku be praised” echoed Kilala…
Later that day, Kunlung was lying down under a cool shade, thinking “this mortals have great love for Yamba and their habitation is pleasant… hmmm, how pleasant and enjoyable will it be to dwell amongst them and be their leader!”… The more Kunlung thought about it, the more tempting the idea became… and so he began to think of a way to dwell amongst these people, not just as a messenger of Yamba, but as one of them, their leader and also to have children (half beings) with their women… At the thought of their women, Kunlung closed his eyes in pleasure, for the human women he saw are indeed beautiful! Black shiny skin, ample chests and luscious backsides! Their men must be lucky, thought kunlung.
A day to the great Eku festival, the very day Kunlung was to back to the mythical palace of Yamba, a brilliant idea downed on him…
And so the story of how gods dwelled amongst men at a point in time, in the beautiful kingdom of Kaltungo began…

To be continued…


A Short Story



It all began in the mythical palace of the great God, (Yamba) .All were seated according to ranks,The God,Yamba himself, sat on his majestic throne, flanked on both sides by the other gods. Seated by his right hand side was Kunlung the Snake god,followed by Kolwi the forest god, and Layangye the eagle god.The others seated, were Parkatak the Lion god and Monjengumyu the goddess of fertility.
There was a roar of murmuring going on in the palace, Yamba stamped his left foot on the ground in anger, and a very deep pit appeared where his foot hit the ground; hot choking smoke gushed out! And all was quiet! Then suddenly the beautiful goddess of fertility arose and came unto the God Yamba pleading for mercy and so, the wrath of Yamba was abased.Then with the wave of his hand, Yamba commanded the pit to stop emitting smoke and also disappear. All of this happened in a very small period of time that cannot be understood or calculated by mortal men, it can only be understood by immortal beings. With the disappearing of the smoke came a reverent awe upon the gods, for the great Yamba.
Kunlung the snake god, cunning as ever,said, “Oh father, forgive your children, we are only excited about the oncoming festival, those mortals are really preparing for it and from the look of things, it’s going to be greater than last year’s own”. With these words from Kunlung, Yamba was so pleased that He promised to send Kunlung on the very prestigious errand of going down to the abode of the mortals to see how far they have gone with the preparations. The prestige of the role is the glory in representing Yamba! The goddess, Monjengumyu who had always been bestowed with the prestigious role became a bit jealous, but nevertheless congratulated Kunlung and so with this came the closing of the meeting at Yamba’s palace


The chief priest of the Eku shrine was busy making preparations for the cleansing ceremony before the great Eku festival, at the Eku shrine; he had been at the shrine far longer than usual, the messenger of Yamba who he (the chief priest) has been expecting for over a week is yet to arrive and this was bothering the priest; he solemnly went to the altar at the far end of the shrine, knelt and with great trepidation began to implore Yamba to be merciful and send his messenger as usual, “when a child is hungry, it runs to it’s mother, when a father beats a child,it runs to its mother, Great Yamba,you are our mother, we come to you, please do not turn deaf ears to our pleadings”… with these words the priest kept on praying and pleading…suddenly, a great rustling and hissing sound came from the direction adjacent to the altar of Yamba! Even before the priest could see it, he knew his prayers had been answered, so he fell on his face in reverence to Yamba and his messenger.
Kunlung slithered to where the priest was laying and with his tail patted him on his head, the priest getting the hint,lifted up his face, and there was Kunlung in human form! The priest was so surprised, because since he assumed the role of the chief priest of Yamba some 36 rains ago, he has never seen a male god messenger, it has always been the goddess of fertility, Monjemngumyu that brings messages from Yamba.
Before he could utter a word,Kunlung spoke, ” I know you are very surprised but I am he whom you are waiting for, the messenger of Yamba.Now, let’s see how far you have gone with the preparations “.


Dear LOVE,

You came to me when I was not calling you

You found me when I was not looking for you

You lured me to your secret chambers

Then you impaled me with full force!

You didn’t even give me the chance and time

To understand and learn your ways

Your modus operandi are unknown to me

For I was a novice…

But you didn’t seem to bother

You swept me off my feet with the full force of your power

And oh!

How wonderful it felt, how sweet to mount on your wings and fly!!

It was sheer bliss…

I thought it was going to be like this forever… “Happily ever after”…

Then boom!!!

You left me to fly on my own…

Me… ignorant, little me… to control this great power…???

No… this is beyond me…

I am just a novice…

And here I stand, filled to the brim

With such power, greater than death itself…

Even the power of LOVE, but with no idea what to do with it…


I beg you DEAR LOVE,

For your name’s sake

Teach me your ways that I may soar high and never be afraid…

Thank you…




As citizens of this planet earth, we have a role to play .everyone according to his/her calling and abilities, some are teachers,others business owners, sportsmen and women,doctors, entrepreneurs, engineers, lawyers, chefs, musicians, writers, sculptors, and lots more.we all shine in our different fields of profession, thereby,making our world a better place. But,what will happen,if when the time comes to pass the baton to the next generation, they (that is the new generation) does not know what to do with the baton handed to them?? Wouldn’t our world come tumbling down on us??? So it’s better,to start preparing these little ones,to hold the baton,and run to the finish….