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First of all, I would like to thank everyone who took out substantial time from their hours to read my last brief Book Series, Our Wedding Night which has sadly ended.


I'll be posting the Excerpts of my latest Book Series, Beside Still Waters but I need the adequate support to carry on with it till the end.


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Daisy, as many would call her had just received mind boggling gifts from her Step-brother who dwelt in the City as a Brain Drain worker. He was made to work in the big city to earn enough money for his family back in the rural village.


Daisy was a fair young beautiful girl, aged 17. She was tall, smart and coy. Everyone envied her because of how fair she was amongst her equals. Her Mother was proud of her and wanted to make her rare and precious in the eyes of others.


Daisy rushed to the Post Office to receive the new things her Brother, Richard had sent to her, after much buckets and wells of promises. It was finally here! She tore the parcel right there and then as she laid her eyes on her brand new shoes, snazzy clothes and a mobile phone. A mobile phone? This was going to be news!


All of Daisy's friends would talk about having a dream mobile phone, just like the big boys and girls in the City. Daisy was therefore the first girl in the village to own one, aside from the King's daughter, Nora.


"A mobile phone! Mama, Richard sent me a phone! I can't believe it!" Daisy yelped out for joy, jumping to and fro immediately she returned to the House .


"I see it, my dear. May the gods bless your brother. He is really a kind person. So do you even know how to make this thing work? Can we talk to dead people through it?" Mama asked, her tone naïve and frivolous.


"No, Mama. But we can always talk to Richard now. We just have to wait for electricity to be restored next week so I can start using it," Daisy replied, her tone still highlighted in exuberance.


"Okay then." Mama confirmed, before picking up the phone to take a closer look at it.


The next day, all of Daisy friends, Joy, Rita, Favour, Princess and Manna were at Daisy's house. They were sitting outside, directly under the Orange tree at the backyard of the House, talking about the latest thing or person in the small under populated Village.


"So why did you call us to be here, Daisy? Is anything the matter?" Favour asked, her voice very mild and placating.


"Is it about the Village's Bully, Jim? That boy must have no shame!" Princess quipped, her nose rising and falling as she spoke in authority.


"No, my friends. It's just that my Brother sent me a parcel from the City yesterday," Daisy commented, her eyes lit.


"Really? So what did he bring for you?" Favour asked again, her eyes also shone, anticipating for the big official news.


"He got me a phone!" Daisy yelped, making her friends gasp.


"May the gods be praised!" Joy exclaimed, lifting her hands towards the skies.


"But my Mother told me such things are demonic and fetish. You will begin to hear strange voices from the dead from now on," Manna stated, making the rest transfixed and shocked at her statement.


"Manna, how can you say such? That is not true. My Uncle who works in a telecommunications company in the City said you can only get to call people who live far away from you," Favour quipped, her tone assuring and dissenting.


"But it's almost the same thing. It still sounds demonic to me," Manna argued vaguely. Daisy frowned but Favour's coaxing tone made her feel so much better immediately.


"This is great news, Daisy. We are really happy for you," She said, making Daisy smile again.


"We have to go now. We shall see some other time." Rita finally said a word, getting up from the wooden bench and adjusting her dress slightly.


The rest followed on cue and hugged one another before walking away from the tree and their friend, Daisy.


Daisy returned back inside the House to fetch herself a few untidy clothes to the Stream to have a quick wash. She was walking alone towards the lonely path as the Sun was almost about to set to end the day. Her Mother was still at the Market place, busying herself.

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Charity Jenkins, also known as CJ was popular and high in demand when she was in those really tall heels and short dresses. Her skin was black but shiny. Her hair hidden inside an itchy wig. Whenever she was on that stage, everyone was awe-struck by the wonders she could do with her lithe body.


At the age of 26, she was still working at a small but popular Club in the Town. Her Boss, Madam Debbie was an old woman, old enough to lure young girls into this kind of business.


Charity was the oldest amongst the rest and she was the most valuable treasure in the eyes of Madam Debbie.


Charity was still fixing her itchy wig and her showy makeup when Madam Debbie dashed into the small powder room.


"Time is up! Show time is now, Charm!" Madam Debbie quipped, her gnarled and black hands grabbing Charity's small figure.


Charm was also Charity's name but it was just like a Pen name or a Stage name. She was the Queen of the Midnight Cruise Lounge and she loved what she could do, making both young and old men drool just for a mere touch of her skin. She was powerful.


Charity (Charm) got on that Stage, with many shiny lights making a few faces bright and the others unknown in the Crowd.


There was a cage and Charity was dancing seductively inside it. A few young men sitting and drinking threw a substantial sum of money into the Cage, making Charity roar and bark like a dog, begging for bone.


She liked how much nickels and cash she could make by doing this. She was more than powerful with all of the moves she was giving to the audience.


"Work it, Charm. You go, girl!" Lilian screamed. She was also an exotic dancer in the Club but she was nothing like Charity.


She had less of the magic and spice, oozed out of Charity's skin. She was pale, awkward and not beautiful, making her envy Charity all the more.


Lilian doesn't only know how powerful Charity can be on that Stage. She also knows the real story of Charity Jenkins, the Charity without all of the attention and fame. The hidden story of Charity can only be told by Lilian.


Charity, CJ was the only known daughter of her Father, Mr Jenkins, an accountant in a small Town bank.


Her Father was both the Mother and Father figure in her life. Charity would wait all day after school to tell her Father about her day. But sometimes, it would be too late, making her sad and mad for the sudden disappearance of her Mother and two siblings, Cynthia and Cider.


On Sundays, CJ would go to Church with her Father in his battered Vehicle. They didn't have much but they were happy. Her Father would manage to get her new shoes, clothes and toys, even when she didn't ask for any of these. It was a happy life for little Charity.


When Mr Jenkins became too bored and old to live with his only surviving daughter in his life, without another woman, fit to be called a wife, that was when he met Brittany Stone.


Brittany Stone and Mr Jenkins met at a Car Park after working hours. Their love for each other suddenly sparked, making them inseparable. They claimed to have so much in common, even when Brittany met 16 year old Charity, they instantly looked like Mother and Daughter.


It didn't take so long before Mr Jenkins married Brittany Stone.


After many Moons later, Brittany and Jenkins were expecting their first child as Man and Wife. Mr Jenkins was excited and exuberant to be a Father but due to a few bodily complications, Brittany lost the child.


It was a grave moment for Mr Jenkins. He lost another Child and he felt it was all his fault. He took up drinking and smoking and when Brittany couldn't tame his incorrigible behaviours, she fled and never came back.


Mr Jenkins became an horrible soul, as if an evil spirit had devoured him. Charity tried to understand her Father but he wouldn't understand her in return. The silence became echoes of silence and they became strangers quickly.


Before Mr Jenkins drank his last bottle of Gin, he could hear Charity packing her belongings into a bag, ready to move out and never come back, just like the others. Charity got out of the old and gaunt house, like smoke and that was how she forgot about her history and became known as Charm, cherished and adored by all.

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This is a infinitesimal QnA awareness hosted by the Admin of this page. It's another list of compiled questions but everyone and anyone is free to ask me anything. It's a giveaway and I promise to be totally honest. Let's play.


Q: If you were a singer, what would your Album be titled and why?

A: Sarcasm. It would be titled Sarcasm because all of the songs on the Album would definitely explain all of my feelings in the most sarcastic way.


Q: Have you ever written a Book you personally didn't like?

A: Not a lot of times. Just once or twice.


Q: What Book of yours gave you a tough time during when you were working on it?

A: It was titled, The Living Waters. It was difficult because it was the usual kind of plot and setting I'm used to as a Writer.


Q: What can be tagged your perfect studying or writing moment?

A: Being alone. That doesn't mean I can't read in a market place or a piccadilly circus, oh yes I can.


Q: What Book are you currently reading?

A: The dictionary and my school books.

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My Mother would try to busy herself, just to take the ideas of my Father never coming back to us. It was just the sixth month of that year and she was now heavily carrying my little sibling.


Mama would rub her big belly and call out a name, a name I never got the meaning, since it was Tribal.


Sometimes, Mama would stop calling out that name and ask me to play a particular record on the record player. She would dance for a while and retire to sit and have a glass of water, while beads of sweat were emblazoned her forehead.


Papa held my tiny and tender hands and held Mama's afterwards, rubbing her then flat belly, when he kissed her Goodbye. He looked brave but his eyes were so reddish, like a red eyed Monster. I was raised to believe every man may cry but never my tough and intrepid Father. It was impossible for him to do so.


It took Mama a while to let go of his hands and lips before he disappeared into the thick dusty air of the eleventh month of that year.


Inside the dusty and noisy Vehicle, Gabriel decided to take out his keg of water. He took a mouthful and swallowed it slowly and carefully, as if his throat had holes. He looked left and right, his eyes met with his neighbour and accomplice, Nathan, who was sleeping so peacefully, even with the disturbing dust particles cluttered in the Vehicle.


On the other side, a fine looking lady was praying to a god. She took out her sheathed bayonet and painfully impaled a cut into her bronze coloured skin. She continued praying and rubbed a potion of appalling smelling lotion on the cut. Her face was etched in pain and slight disgust of the belly crunching smell.


Soon, the Vehicle halted and Gabriel and his accomplices jumped out. It was a long journey ahead of them to their quick and gratis destination to the European continent through the endless desert route.


Gabriel was sweating slightly while Nathan was sweating rather profusely. He was jolted out of his sleep reverie moment, making his eyes vapid and red, just like Gabriel's, whenever he tried to fight back his tears.


"We are here, Man. We just have to do what we have to do so we can survive. If you are asked a question, answer the Arabian officials correctly, else you'll be tagged as a fraud and tolled back to Nigeria, am I clear?" Nathan admonished, his breath foul.

"Okay. Thank you. I just want my family to afford the best so I'm willing to do it all, my friend," Gabriel replied, his tone enchanting and intoxicating.

"Good then!" Nathan echoed in sotto voce.


Then, they were ushered into a small Cabin to dwell, while food and drink was administered to them, the food too beggarly in portion. The water was tasteless but smelled foul, they drank it anyway.


Gabriel brought out the small photo of his family and prayed to God to keep them safe. He was tough and he prayed they stayed tough as well. He was ready to get into the borders to Europe and make copious amount of money for their well-being.

My Mother and Siblings were all around my Table, to make me feel better after losing a loved one and life partner, like John.


John was hanged by the hangman that Friday, 30 days after the Trial. My Mother was there to grab the tightened ropes that throttled my Husband to his shameful death. I felt the ropes and I could feel John's pains and guilt.


Sadly, April was only with me shortly, since she was out of Town once again, to be with her almost dying Mother.


I was dressed in black and brooding smelling clothing as I was forced to eat a little, after so much unexpected weight loss. My Mother was by my side every step of the way. She was there to make me feel stronger and better.


For a Bride who never got to spend a Wedding night with her Husband, before he was detained and condemned to death, I still managed to look into the eyes of Morgan when he visited me shortly, with flowers and a few other gifts in his grasp.



I welcomed Morgan into my home and heart, as if I've always been expecting him to suddenly show up. We chatted and talked fervently for a while at our favourite place in Town, until when he questioned me if I was doing fine.


I smiled briefly and that was all. We continued to eat our good looking but not so much delectable meals and I drank a lot of Wine, making me feel drowsy after.


When Morgan and I returned to John's apartment, the one that I now automatically owned, the one that smelled so much of him, even when he was no more.


Morgan tried to water my dried lips with a passionate kiss. He didn't change a bit as his eyes were still lit and inflammable, encouraging me for another day, another day to give him a chance.


I kissed Morgan one last time before saying a final Goodbye.


***The End***

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"But we can't do this to him. He is an influential man and he might get rid of us before we even think of getting rid of him. I don't think we should do this, Tony!" John implored, his hands shrivelled and tremulous. Tony patted his back and spoke some words in whispers to make his friend less wilted about their planned operation.



"He and his friend, Tony, who confessed about the act claimed Mr Royal refused to hire them, after much begging and pleading for a job. But does that justify the act of first degree murder?" The prosecutor questioned, now facing me and the entire court of Law.

"No!" A tiny and gnarled woman replied, shaking her head and biting her lips in vivid rancour.


"Let's not also forget they stole from the deceased before he was murdered in his cold blood!" The Lawyer with a bulge in his shirt added, his eyes dilated and nostrils open for air, as if his life depended on it.


I looked up to my Husband one last time and shed bitter tears for his sake. He was a killer and thief and I was a victim to his tricks all along as a vulnerable Bride. I was trying so hard to stay positive but if John was truly innocent, he would have stood up for his rights and yell how innocent and blood-free his hands were.


John was given a brief moment to have a word with the Judge and the entire Law court about his guilt or innocence and he was silent like Jesus before Pilate.


I waited so patiently for him to say a word, just a word but he still said nothing. The Judge was growing impatient, just like my heart was. That was when John was condemned to be executed in the next 40 days by hanging.


I was mute and refused to wail or cry, like a shabby siren. John was taken away forcefully by the Guards and I promised to be there to hold him when he got released. I simply stayed back and Barrister Clarion walked up to me, looking me deep into his eyes before striding out of the Law court, his face etched with indignation.


A few relatives of Mr Royal rejoiced for justice served, after much delay while I remained in that spot, recalling every moment between I and my husband, the moments we shared and the ones we shared apart. It was just like a Movie.

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I would wake up to the coolness and draught of my Bedroom sometimes. I was used to waking up around rubbish and waste of Candy, Chocolate and Cookie wrappers under my small bed.


My name is Melanie Jones and I was Eight years old when my Father would return home, smelling different and weird and hitting my Mother several times, without saying, 'Sorry' after.


It was new to my eyes how my Father would yell, kick, bellow and scream, like I often did when my Mother would refuse to get me the newest Clothes for my Closet.


My Father was the kind to shower my Mother with gifts, love and affection until he suddenly stopped and the colour of hatred was all my eyes could see in their union.


It was just another day and I was playing with my Barbie Doll, the head out of its body but it was still a worthy property in my hands. That was when I heard footsteps approaching, troubling and loud footsteps, making the floor quake.


I thought it would be a Dinosaur or a Dragon, the really big ones my Mother said only existed in those Movies and nowhere else.


Then, I heard roars of laughter and so much ardent emotions all at once.


I fled into my Mother's room, since my room didn't feel safe anymore. Father still managed to grab me from under my bed and twist my ears for being an eavesdropping little girl.


I was quiet and unruffled under Mother's bed. It was so clean and neat, unlike mine. The footsteps and reverberation of voices still continued and found a way into Mother's room.


It was now more of giggles now and a new kind of sound, I've only heard when those older rated Movies was on Tv shortly. It was still new to me and I was growing accustomed to it when I felt a great deal of bodily pressure on top my head.


The new sound went on and on for minutes until I heard a loud cry. It was so loud, making me place my hands on my ears.


Then, I felt a great deal of relief when the pressure of bodily weight was lifted from my head, I could hear Mother and Mr Jerome talking, our neighbour with one bad eye and one terrible Wife. I didn't know if my Mother was doing something right or wrong but I instantly ooze out from my hiding place, under Mother's bed.


That earned me one big puce bruise on my skin, a really bruised and stained ego and a downpour of name-calling, for being an eavesdropping little girl.


That was when I swore as a Mother of my own Children and a Wife of my Husband and Home never ever make the under of any bed the dwelling place for my Children.

"I cannot believe you're letting this opportunity go. You were engaged for so long, solely because you were still in love with him and now that he's willing to have just a word with you, you are fighting him back? Why are you even getting dressed? It's just another Trial," April reproved, her eyes roaming to and fro my body as I was donned in a new Outfit I got for this special occasion.


There had been series and episodes of Trials for John's case but this one seemed to be the final one, Barrister Clarion claimed.


Barrister Clarion agreed to be the Lawyer for John's trial and I felt like the luckiest Woman in the world. Not only because Barrister Clarion was my Boss and one of the most competent Lawyers when it came to most jaw clenching and belly rumbling Trials but because it was all for Gratis sake. I was officially blessed.


April refused to come along with me that day to the Law Court, as she claimed to be extremely busy. I was too happy to be sad or mad at anyone. My Husband would be freed and that was all I truly cared about.


That Thursday morning, John was still in chains, fastened to his feet and hands. His hair was suddenly overgrown and so was the roughly patched beard on his chin. I tried not to shed a tear. I was alone, with no one by my side. I was willing to fight this on my own, without my Mother or Siblings to rub or pat my back, telling me to stay strong.


Barrister Clarion and the other Lawyer, the mean looking Prosecutor shook hands vehemently and I could see literal smoke ooze out of their ears.


I looked beyond and sighted Detective Vaughan and a few other Officers I could recognise from the Precinct.


The trial began at exactly 11:20am. I was huddled like a ball in my seat as the tensed moment began. It was the slight moment of truth and I knew John would be freed and our Honeymoon to Brazil was closer to us, even more than we could imagine.


Barrister Clarion quoted a few legal statements from the Constitution, like he always aptly did, backing John up by every word of his. The Judge looked intently as Barrister Clarion spoke.


It was getting more and more tensed as the Prosecutor stressed that John was responsible for the death of one Mr Royal, who was robbed, attacked and killed on the spot a few years ago, after being pursued and implored for a particular job favour.


He went on further to say, Tony, a loyal and amiable friend of John, who was also detained and charged for Murder claimed they were both in on the act that evening, as the evidence of the deceased was strewn on their bodies.


The Law court gasped, as if desperate for air. That was when my whole world stopped ticking. My heart raced faster and everything was different to my eyes now. Our happiness was the beginning of our sadness.

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I was trying to sort out old and dusty files, that were strewn and cluttered on my Desk when Barrister Clarion walked into my small office. He had that scowl on his face, making me jump out of my butt aching seat.


"Good Afternoon, Sir. Is there a problem?" I asked mischievously, trying to make my Desk look neater but it was obviously a fail when Barrister Clarion stopped me.


"How dare you ask me that? Of course there is a problem. A bucket-load of them! Do you want to get fired?" He asked, his nose sweaty and so distracting as it had that rise an fall movement, in accordance to the cadence of his gruff voice.


"No, Sir. Not at all!" I quickly quipped.

"Then why aren't you doing your job effectively? You have been coming late to the job and all of your works on the Computer has been so dull and filled with errors. Is there something wrong?" Barrister Clarion questioned.


It was now a week and almost more and John was still detained and condemned, without any hopes of getting out of the confines of that battered Cell soon.


"Not really-" I stammered and held back my tongue to tell the whole truth to my Boss. He never really cared why I wasn't away for the required amount of time for my Honeymoon or what was making me so distracted and unfocused. He only cared about what was going on at work and that was comprehensible.


"Sir, it's my Husband. He has been detained and condemned for Murder and even Theft of one Mr Royal. I believe he's innocent but no one cares to listen," I explained in a substantial fold, making Barrister Clarion's tone soft and mild.


"Is that so? Why didn't you inform me about this? He has been detained for a week and hasn't been charged to a competent Law court yet? I can't believe this is happening, when you were a Law student once in your Lifetime and you are under the tutelage of one of the most influential Lawyers in Town. I'm vaguely disappointed by your actions that you didn't inform me earlier,"


"But I didn't want to disturb or bother you, Sir. You've already done enough by offering me a job," I said earnestly, tears almost cascading down my face.


Barrister Clarion could see that and decided to pat my back. I smiled at him and he smiled back, for the very first time. I suddenly felt saved and relieved.

***To be continued definitely***

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With John and his new job, everything was so new and different. He still got back home late but that wasn't new, I was accustomed to that already.


I was loving life with a life I and John truly deserved with one another. We moved into a new apartment and we could afford quality meals, clothes and so much more. John tried several ways to make me his Wife but there was always that reason.


"I don't want to rush things, John. Babies will definitely come next and I don't think I'm ready for such!" I would say most times.

"I'm still too young. Let's just wait some more!" I would say some other times.


It was one excuse after the other because my heart was still trying to choose between two sinking boats, John's or Morgan's.


It was week after week and I heard not a single word from Morgan since our previous tryst at his apartment. I tried to reach him but he wasn't just available.


Immediately after working hours that rainy Tuesday, I visited his apartment and the shocking news finally got to me, Morgan was out of Town suddenly. It was so shocking, because he ought to have informed me about it, or even inform April at least.


April confessed she knew nothing about Morgan's totally awkward and erratic disappearance. It was so much of a Fiasco for me because he was never the kind to disappear without a single writing on the wall. It was so unlike him!


That was why I waited for him to return. Two long and unhappy years, I waited for Morgan to return but he never did. It was after a while April revealed to me that Morgan now lived in Atlanta, Georgia. I didn't know how to react to the news but I immediately started making wedding plans for I and John's long awaited wedding.


My Mother danced and cheered that the evil spirit controlling my actions to repudiate myself from being a Wife had finally taken a hike. John was just as elated when I said 'Yes' to him officially, after a bucket-load of excuses.

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