SHE LIED 4 (A short story)

"Loyalty in relationships as far as men and women are concerned, " she repeats nervously as she continues, "That must be the first question of the creator after His perfect creatures disappointed Him. By the way, who did, the man or the woman? What do you think?

"As the accounts state, the man wasn't around when the just transmogrified rib stolen from his rib case without his consent became a glutton and swallowed up a tree."
She scans his face as he speaks. None of his facial expressions escaped his discerning eyes. His eyes churns helplessly as his ears swung from the left to the right like a waving flag in the sky. The rise and fall of his nostrils exposed all the 1 billion hairs that stand as if the kindergarten students in a parade at the assembly grounds, appearing yellowish brown in color.

"I am pretty sure every lady, either a mother or a sister, will be startled at how you define them. But yes, I really lobe the word 'man', just like that. When a blooming flower appealing to the heart is at sight, after a man's heartstrings melt and turn into lyrics of a ballad monger, he wins.
As he is allowed to decorate his heart and emotions with the flower that was already a beauty before his presence, forgetting the sun, he cries to shield her. As the sun looks down to burn mercilessly, she begins to wither, but trusting in his claimed shield of protection, she loves his all.
She keeps withering till ugly becomes more beautiful and attractive. Then, he, the lover, the protector, yes the shield, sticks to her and never leaves the dedicated withering flower that is willing to even offer him her heart whiles she lies stiff in the casket, for another beautiful and more attractive flower even when he sets his eyes on one.

"Mean are no cheats. For their multi sockect hearts accept just a single plug and that's all. Men love with heart, not any more materials. However, as to how they have the flaming desires to be worthy? That is just a literary term called irony."

He sits and opens wide his eyes in bewilderment, as his ears stood as if ten times the erected wings of a praying mantis.
In a few seconds time, he finds his voice to announce his confusion.
"If that is how you can describe the people you claim to love, what then will you have to say about women?..

THE NEXT EPISODE concludes........

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SHE LIED - Episode 3 (A short story)

“Oh really? And do you accept that?” He asked anxiously.
“I am almost half done your cup of coffee. Start thinking of a completely new life with a stranger,” she voiced with a smile on her face.
“You made it look a dream. I just can’t believe! Are you damn serious?” He enthused.
“I wish I met you before him. My ex was just a bastard. Nothing I did pleased him. He was a total rascal.
I promise you triple,everything I gave him,” she announced with joy.
“Everything, do you mean that?”
“Yes, everything, but the good to be precise.”
“The good? Which ones were the bad then?” He asked.
“Actually, that’s another thing he must answer now that he’s sad,” she lamented.
“Are you happy he’s sad?” He cautiously asked.
“Yes and no, something like that.”
“Why yes and no, and something like that?”
“Yes because he deserves to cry. No, because he must be paid with something worse than that.”
He turns sharply to check from the looks on her face. As she unfolds the desires of her heart, he anticipates a taste of wickedness.
“Wow, that is serious!,” he said, “With this experience, can you tell me about what you think about loyalty in relationships as far as men and women are concerned?”

CONTINUES……

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SHE LIED - Episode 2

“Do not fear my dear, just have your fingers crossed, everything will be fine. Please, make yourself at home and dine with your wine, oh sorry, coffee.”
She lifts up her head slowly, puts up a beautiful smile that circles like a balloon below her lips, then slowly moves towards her cheeks and gradually spreads on her round face.
“You’re very funny,” she said, “You must be lonely.”
“Did you just say lonely?”
She turns to him and looks straight into his eyes.with her ears partly standing, she opens wide her angelic eyes with copacetic charms, smiles again and replied in a soft irresistible voice, “Yes. You heard me right. Your gestures are the very language of your heart. I wish you’re not like that.”
“Like that, did I heard you right?”
“No, sorry. I mean you’re very kind.”
He seemed quite not satisfied with her response, but to gain her consent, he responds agreeably, “Oh okay. That’s fine.”
In addition, he said, “But, what if we talk about flowers? I mean something lovable. Will you mind?”
“Something lovable like flowers?”
“Yes,” he insisted.
“Why not flowers and hearts?”
At the mention of hearts, his heart skips a beat. Perhaps she has said what he substituted flowers for.
“Okay dear, tell me more, he said eagerly.
“Hearts are like guest rooms, they belong to us, we treat them very well and keep them clean and safe. Yet, we reserve it for whoever that calls, either epectedly or unexpectedly.”
He watches her in surprise as she continues, “And flowers are the notifications from the guests who we expect or may assume we expect them.”
“What if you don’t know them? He inquires to satisfy his curiosity.
She turns to him and answers, “Hardly will they come with flowers but, petty gifts.”
“Petty gifts? Like what?”
She repeats that smile, lifts up her cup and said, “Like coffee.”
THE STORY CONTINUES….

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phelonrays:
are you writing this as a Third Person Narrator..... ??

I seems to be confused with the mix-up flaws up there.....

pls modify..

Kindly follow the story

SHE LIED - Episode 1 ( A short story)



I saw him crossing the busy roads. Risking his life to catch up the beautiful rose walking on a different earth free of soil. Her body seem flawless, her shape, matchless, the dress I saw on her was the best in the present scenes. Dauntlessly, his burning desire caused him to jump down before the lift could reach down. “Hey,” he shouted from behind as she ignores and proudly said within, “That must be me. ”

Anticipatingly, she stopped in the nearby coffee shop for a sip. “Arh,” he said in relief and joins the game. Although not a coffee drinker, he arrives with two cups in hand, sits opposite to her by the Same table. “Sorry,” she said packing her tools, I think you’re two. He replied with a smile on his face, “You may be right, but nobody than you.” “Me how? ” “Yes you. I brought you an extra cup of coffee. Just be at ease, at least some minutes with me. I hope that will be cool with you? ” “Quite perplexed, but if you say so. ” She sits, as if caught up in fears. “He’s gentle, I must not let him go,” she wrote in the mind of her lonely but wild heart.

To be Continued

HEAVENLY LAST DAY SPEAKS

Like heavens ,the world was made
Every mortal’s visiting temporal home
But with the sins we commit,it stains
At dawn ,our world,very ugly like the devil

Our sins, has become the taste of our souls
Within mortal’s heart,the conscience stays but dead
The taste of pleasure leads us to guilt
Knowingly ,we deny a soul it’s existence

Few nights ago,the quench for your sexual desire conceived me
For months,I grew old inside you
From lifeless to holding a life,I breathed
I was shielded in you and you fed me with your food

Within me,I have longed,to gaze my eyes on your face
But I wish to wait patiently for the long days
I never knew that my wish would not last for the taste of time
You told him about me,my news ignited quarrels

He denied me, and offered you money to terminate my life
My heart had grown large smiles
That I would see the first woman I had known
But I was wrong with my right thought

For days, I have forgotten the issue but you never did
Oh ! on my tiny ears I felt a pierce
I jerked silently in pain and hungered for your motherly care
Nay ! I heard no voice and you guarded not

Seconds later,the object came more fiercer than before
From the ears to my arms and legs
My tiny growing body was cut, and bled profusely
Indeed, it was an agonizing experience

As my head was cut off,I died
It took my innocent soul an hour to die after being murdered
This incidence has become my hurting memories
Lots of questions within me that needs answers

As the sun rises ,you live with lots of nightmares
For this beastly act,you remain guilty
Oh ! Only to God , you will explain
Your reasons behind this heinous act

I do not have any reason to judge you
For I am now a dead soul,my life denied
But the tears of my cry still disturbs the heavenly ears
Only the last day will tell my fate

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ABIKU (stillbirth)
So mama could cry again on your staggering life
Living today and dying tomorrow like a sick pintle
So papa could sober on your lake-like soul
Streaming up and down like a scrotum in motion

So u were prominently mockable
When u buried yourself alive in the grave of disgrace
Dancing tirelessly to the scornful beat of death
Digging for yourself a pit of laughing stock

Battalion sacrifices has been made to the dreaded gods
Papa had visited countless of powerful occultist
Mama is now well known to different prayer warriors
But knowing less to them that only you know well of your dirty game

Why won't I recognize you again Oluronbi?
When the mark Awogbemi sketched on you is still there
Tell me why I won't salivate on your dead body
Wen the compound will be bathed with tears at every clocks of 14

It is a big pleasure watching you dying
Because my eyes will gaze at your mutual drama
And my hands will raise a shovel for a usual dig
For Oluronbi is here again with his award-winning performance

Countless coffins has been made your best outfit
Your body had been laced on the ground like ridges
Occupying father's yard with different types of excavation

So mama could cry again on your staggering life
Living today and dying tomorrow like a sicking pintle
So papa could sober on your lake-like soul
Streaming up and down like a scrotum in motion

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THE DRUMMER BOY
Mysterious ,the life of an African man
Clapping his drum,voices echoing
Melodic music ,keeping the hearts smiling
Echoing rhythm of passionate feelings
Myth,the black man’s way of talking to his god
Reaching to the god with his drumming
Appealing for peace in his surroundings
With his drum beats,he appeases the god
The black man draws happiness from the drum beats
The cry of the drum springs smiles
The drum vibrates,sounding loud
And very pleasing to the listening ears
With dexterity and fiercely,he hits the drum
From afar,the cry of the drum louds
He has no respect for the drum
His performance got everyone,mind blowing
He’s focused,beats thunderously
Blooming the minds and souls
Dancers mimicking steps to soothe the beat
With the twerking of the maiden’s waists
Sounds of his drum beating, draws every soul near
He steals the hearts of everyone through his drumming
He wouldn’t miss its rhythmic pattern for a time
His drum talks the lyrics in his mind
Slowly drum beat, touches the soul in amaze
The drum beat sets moody and tear drops from the eye
And it’s melody sends souls of the dead to heaven
Oh ! He possess a sense of grandeur in drumming.

Travail.
Dear riches,
Do you know that life is like a Burning candle
And affirmably like a walking shadow
That tomorrow speaks better than today
You might be a talk of the town today
And end up being a satirical discuss tomorrow

Dear riches,
Remember that to be wealthy doesn't mean to be healthy
Remember that..... That u will be buried
The same way have-not is being buried
And the same ground swallows the sinker
Perhaps! Six feet

Dear riches,
Today will be no more
Only your deeds will overwhelm people's ear
when you are gone
Your deeds will determine whether your grave is to be spat on or reconstructed

Dear riches,
For how long have you been dead?
For how long have you been lost to the world?
It's like we never existed
You've got some shit on your mind?
Then why......?
Why is it that our tears is what you are using
to soak life?

Dear riches,
Your hands is for feeding lives
Not for making them to feel hungry
You are to save lives
And not to take souls
We are pleading you to be a torch
Guiding our feet to cross the hurdle
And no to be a rod
Decorating our flesh with pools of blood

Dear riches,
Have this in mind
That the sun will soon set
Behind it a shadow will stretch
That time flies like an arrow
Yesterday is gone, tomorrow has not yet come and we have only today
You can have it all, just not all at once.

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Anike, I am Oluwadamilare
One who usually stays behind the ray
The one you told his voice is as sweet as reggae
The one who has promised to make a stay

Anike Ade, can I sing you a lullaby?
For you to sleep beside me peacefully
Can I wet your lips emotionally?
If you tend to hold me tightly

Let's meet at the usual joint
Abe igi odan, the emotional point
And I will be there in a minute
Let's meet at the calming site

Where moon do glance at our play
Where passers-by do laugh at Ere Oge
Where the baba(s) do call it Eremode
Where boredom also waves and paves at our day

Anike, let's meet there tonight
Cos my lips can't wait for tonight fight
Therein, my trouser rope will feel a bite
And I will be there precisely in a count
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Green white Green

The Green died yesterday

The White got stained long

Before we even know

But

We watched in daylight

As they redirected the moonlight

To return to its shell

And never strive to dwell



We watched as our Professors battled with figures

The conflicts between eye glasses and lamp

We watched as they walked in doubts

And betrayer of conscience to submit their shit

The people we hold in high esteem



Then I smiled

“money answereth all things”

The rich will always use the poor to get richer

And the ill educated ones will continue to use

The highly educated ones to make their ways



“Karma”



An umbrella whose shadow

We cannot runaway from

“Whatsoever a man sow so shall he also reap”

Baptism of fire

A reflection of the evil days

“the do or die political era”



They keep playing with the lives of the masses

To gain their personal desires

Lives will always lost

The usual cases of Rivers

But one day “bush meat go catch the hunter”



The deal has be done

Another regime is born

“Next Level”

Four years of uncertainty

One thing is sure, no matter the outcome

We will surely triumph to the other side

Like the children of Israel

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Death is inevitable,death is the destination
Life is a journey,we must all return home

What if I am no more
Will the brightness of the sun disappear?
Will the moon stop reflecting the light from the sun?
Will the glowing stars stop showing up in the night?
Or the earth will stop revolving round the sun
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What if I am no more
Will Asake the woman I cannot live without find a replacement for me?
Will she cry a whole day all because of me?
Will she neglect all the men in the world for my sake?
Will she remember me for the rest of her life?
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What if I am no more
What will my households speaks about me?
What good will my pen writes about me?
Will my relatives borrow me some tears?
Will the world say something good about me?
Will the earth feels my absent?
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What if I am no more
Will the sand preserve my bones?
Will the body I felt so much concern about decay?
Will I be buried with a metal coffin so that the termites would not have access to my body easily?
So the maggots will colonize my flesh also
What will happen to the body I cared so much about?
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What if I am no more
Who will remember me in prayer?
What good have I done to the world?
What will be my feedback to my lord?

What if I am no more!.......What if I am no more!!....what if I am no more!!!
What will I say to the creator of the whole universe

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We mean nothing to you
But a pieces of trash,
Standing by the road side
Begging for daily manna,
The unhygienic breakfast with no hope
For lunch,
Neither somewhere to get pieces of beans cake
For dinner.

Yes, out of our needy, We'r still available
When your car got breakdown,
By the road side.
Yet with no reward, neither you care for our
Future.
You don't care for where we sleep,
Neither shelter us

You nagged at us when we ask
For help,
You snub our ideas when we
Brought up one.
Why the creator put us in this mess,
Is what we can't explain.
We also hope for good future,
But who will help?

We'r talented as well, but
Who will recognize us?
We have visions too, but
Who is there for us?
Thee more we strive, thee more
You oppress us.
The more we climb the ladder, thee more
You cut the down away.

Do we need to blame the creator?
That create us in His own image?
He should have create us among the
Animals!
At least they enjoy little life with
Their brethren,
They care for each others and
Hope for the best.
There is nothing you can offer us,
Than to threaten and oppress
Our poor heart,
We have life to live too,
Stop oppressing our poor heart!!

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Life has a rainbow colour;
Appearing all around like Ink,
That'd Inked on every human being.

Lifestyle of a Lion Is different from cat.
My befitted cloth may be your own masquerade-core.
What I eat and survived may be a poison food for you.
A road I am crossing and smile,
May be the crossing road for you to cry.

Life has It time;
While everyone can't use
Beyond his/her own timeline.
A mouth that eat fresh-meat to day,
May eat dusty-bone tomorrow.
A head that are rulling today,
May be the ruler tomorrow.
A leg that's been walking a thousands
Mile with leg today, may be flying In the air tomorrow.

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Roman 10:13 Who soever call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved, this word don't discriminate, just that we are ignorant of the love shown to us through our Christ Jesus.



Grumbling, worries and complains don't solve our issues, rather than we calling upon the name of christ the author and Finisher of our faith, everyone saved by grace has an unhinder access to call on him

So many of us took football and politics argument as our semi god even while sleeping we will argue in our dreams but when it comes to let's go to church you tell them to go, I will come later even the Bible says learn how to seek and call upon your God in thy youthful age
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He could own anything he wants to own
The crown fits his ever-white regalia
One who does as he say
One who led his people to war and battles
Conqueror in the land of the Living and the Dead
No one questions Oba Gbadegesin

Oba Gbadegesin
Nothing could hurt him they said; Immortal
Not even a fiery furnace could surface a blister on his wrist
Oba Gbadegesin was till Eternity they all hoped
Like they Say; Ki Ade pe lori, ki Bata pe lese
Days, months, years , decades would tell

Oba Gbadegesin
One whom the sword could not cut
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Speak unto him these three words
Watch the mystery explained and the magic solved afterwards
Watch the blue eyeballs you fell for turn red
Watch that beautiful smile slowly fades away as his face turns pale and his sexy voice, hoarse
Watch him stammer as though one falls through the stairs
Hear his deep sighs at intervals
Take a sit and watch
Watch, as he becomes uneasy and disturbed
Journeying from the bedroom to the sitting room
From the sofa to the rug to the windows
Suddenly, he becomes a specialist and a counsellor

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Watch him become emotional to entrap you
Even as he tries to convince you of the benefits of death
Watch him dig the grave and pay for the execution
Watch your ever gentle, kind, and loving sweetheart become a monster
Watch all the moments you shared slip away into thin air
The very time you need him most, he chooses his face over you
You should try it you know
Say unto him these three words
"I AM PREGNANT"

Though the memories linger in my heart as fresh as a daisy, yet,
I will spare you the details of how we met.
What matter is he invited me to the stage for the dance
Our hands interlocked as we advanced.

My other hand on his shoulder and his on my waist
As we danced to the rhythm of life, feeling graced
One step at a time we danced to the tune
A step backward, two steps forward, we commune
Gazing into each other’s soul.
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Amateurs we were learning how to dance together. Oh!
Our aim wasn’t perfection,
Just fun and adaptation
There were some mistakes I’d admit
Say some indecision and a few steps we omit(ed)
We did step on each other’s toes and it hurt, I confess
But with our eyes glued together, we realised the value of tears
Tears that ruin the beautiful smile and disfigure the face
The pain and the anguish, we embraces
We didn’t quit dancing; we figured it out together
'coz we couldn’t risk any asunder.

We created our own simple moves
Anyone expecting the status quo should please, Move!
Over the years, we have danced through the sun and the rain
In the valleys and on the mountains
Don’t get it twisted dear,
We are still dancing to the sweet melody of life till we disappear
It is true we have mastered our moves over the years, Jewel
But we hold on to the memories; they are what makes life beautiful.

WAY WORTH MORE

More than a pretty face
More than the beautiful scene created by your beauty
More than beauty of 20 princess combined
More than saying a million “I love you”
More than Christmas and Birthday gifts
More than WCW You are way worth more
You should know I can just utter “fine ghel” in Falz voice
And your thought of me being a Casanova wouldn’t still change
You are way worth more than your feminine bags
If you would give a mouth Resuscitation
I wouldn’t mind fainting over and over again
You are way worth more a tangle
Cos you have been living beyond friendship expectation


You are the poem I’ve always wanted to write
It’s not that adjectives failed my Alabaster box
Only because you are way worth more than teases and juicy words
Source of Sauce
I hope I have all the light to adore you to pieces with my pieces
Look gooding Girl.
Image; Ade Adeniji
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The bulb used to be our home

Until the war broke out
Our heaven was opened
We were exposed to direct sunlight
Then earthquake happened
We were separated

My parent were on the other Side
Then multiple ground tremors
Again another earthquake
Half of me is gone
This thing took me in a flash
Shiny ash metal
It took my wholeness

Still in my head to waistline
It came again faster than before
With all aggressiveness
Thrice faster than before
I was no more
My fragments were miles apart away
I bled

I bled scent that ll make him cry
He cried for me
Am just an Onion.
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I was born in the wee-est hour of the night Adewole is here; (the king is here) I was to be their Jesus to bring them light I was to be a black Jesus in white flowing Agbada
I was Jesus till I stopped crawling Daddy said I should roar that I was meant to be a Lion Along the line, my Voice faded out My voice was suppressed with biting hunger
They said I should offer all I can But Africa only offered me its dumped good for what I could offer Lot of times I tilled the ground 6ft to keep my friends safe.
Lot of times I shuffled between picking crumbs and stealing to survive Pray for a better tomorrow they say I guess Tomorrow when I would have adapted to my pains
Mummy said I should soar that I was meant to be an Eagle But I chickened out because I haven’t got wings to soar
Everyday I wake up to empty plates I wish I can have more than Garri and Groundnut for dinner
They said education is the best legacy But we are still here learning how to scribble “HOW I SPENT MY LAST HOLIDAY”
They said Money is not happiness I get lost when I hear this because money seems to be the solution to all my problems
Like cancer, am just a ghost of myself Maybe now we can wait for the second coming of Jesus
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Fellowship with mortals or Christ?
Fear of men or Christ?
Forgetting the Gospel or the world?
Following the master or being a slave to sin
Faith imbibe or hopeful hopelessness

In fellowship with Christ
There is Heart united as one
Adoring the king of kings
One common purpose
All to glorify the king

The only perfect romance is to be in fellowship with Christ

His words are wholly sure
His Heart and Mind are pure
Hia faithfulness can't be shaken
Nor his covenant love can be taken.

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Too many nights
Too many mistakes when we off the light
I thought I would be better
But we both lost out

We spoke about having the best marriage
Giving names to our unborn kids
How we both desire the finest things on earth
But you could not wait.

I can't help how I feel inside
We pretend we are better off as just friends
And we made love without making sense
Then our love turns to our regret

To those girls I have loved
I still fancy our good moments
I still crave for the body
I still want some icing of the old cake.

To those girls I have loved
We were the best for each other
Too many rainfall and sunshine fade us out
We became friends from afar

To those girls I have loved
You were everything I could have asked for
You came first in everything
But twas all fun and games

To those girls I have loved
I never thought I could love anyone the way I loved you

No one completes me more than you
But we only passed time.

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I HEARD YOU GIVE GOOD ADVICE

They said you are a sage
That you guide people future through your advice
Your advice are the paths of achievers
They said your advice doesn't have big words in it
They said your advice doesn't have words that rhyme
They said your advice is not the everyday; " Desire to acquire what you require but if you bla bla and bla
They said your advice are only simple and plain words that an illiterate would understand
I heard you give good advice.

I heard you give good advice
Good advice that's always getting people to their destination
I heard of how you transformed people
Only through a story of "being honest"
I heard you give good advice
That free at no Price
I heard you gave good advice
That's nice and precise.

I heard you have given alot of good advice
Why hesitate to lend some advice to someone in distress
Someone in depression that's geometrically loosing sanity
We can't get all the advice from books
You are no expert 'cos you don't feel what they feel
I only hope you won't let the world around you descend into destruction and decay
There's this saying ; "We rise by lifting others"
Someone needs your advice today.

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