Sketches Of My Thoughts

noreply@blogger.com (@Nonyewrites) — Sun, 28 Aug 2011 15:49:00 +0000

RUN, BABY RUN!

One, Step two, step three...... (bells)
She shut her eyes behind the white fabric, beautifully woven with the best silk. Dropping down her shoulders with so much elegance above her white duchesse satin dress made of pearls and crystal rhinestones.

This was everything she had dreamed of! A life time wish-come-true. The hall was Massive. Chandeliers gave the atmosphere so much radiance. Everything was on point but for this sudden rush of Emotion that swept across her Neck. Her hands felt so cold, her legs shuddered and her eyes became so pale. Every organ of her body detested the moment. It felt so right but it wasn’t. Why am I here? Why do I wana take a vow that will leave me unhappy for the rest of my life? Why can’t anybody hear me screaming? These questions played over and over her head as the formalities went On. Lord can I run outta here? Her thoughts played on. She slowly turned her neck towards the door, contemplating an escape....

(nuptial rites.........)

Priest: do you take Damian as your lawful wedded husband to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?

She had missed the part where damian gave his promise of 'I do'. The procedures had been going on but she was definitely absent minded. Damian's eyes pierced hers so painfully. He was looking gentlemanly under the $6,000 Brioni suit he wore. Damian was the kind of man money spoke for. He was wealthy enough to get himself whatever he wanted, probably why she was standing right before him about to tie the knot with him. The wedding was nothing compared to his other previous weddings. He had never lasted in any marriage for more than three years and nobody knew whatever happened to all the women he married, no one had the guts to ask. He was that dangerous. She had lived in his lonely mansion for years, with different women he introduced as his wife, after ofcourse her own mother. Years had passed since then and whoever knew she would be next in line? Lies and deciet danced all over his face as the wedding rites went on. She could decode the pretencious smile on his face. The same smile he gives before his demon unleashes. Nights of torture and battery. It was the wrongest kind of love. So perfect yet incomplete. It was all coming back now...slowly, tormentingly...

I will not! Layla screamed in pains, forcing herself out of the wooden chair she had been sitting on for 3days. Damian had tied her down for fear that she was going to escape. I love you, see I do these for us! Cant you see? I dont need nobody coming inbetween us my angel. Tell them we're fine. Tell the world we're fine! Tell your pastor we're fine!! Tell everybody we're fine! We'd get married and travel faraway and we'll just be fine!! He screamed like a lion that had just recieved a bullet, staggering about the place with a half empty bottle of vodka in his hand. She had cried so much the past days, her face was numb to the tears rolling down her cheeks. She struggled to see through the fost on her weak eyelashes as every blink released another drop of tear. I want you! You are mine! I am your lover!! I am damian and you remain Indebted to me! He belched, downing the last shot of vodka left. Nobody defiles my orders, not even your slut of a mother could. You saw what she got in return? He asked laughing and belching in her face. You will not call my Mother a slut Mr damian!! By now her temper had risen. So high that she could stab him in every part if his body till she was sure he wasnt breathing anymore. She had the chance to do it once but she was too young to. The memories of that night stung like a bee. It was exactly twelve years ago but it seemed like just yesterday. She was 8 years old when she watched her mother lie in a pool of blood. Mummy!! The little girl screamed!! She had woken up from a bad dream. There was a bad man in the other room. She couldn't see his face clearly but she was sure she recognised the bit she saw. He was not so short and not so tall, he had a strict look and hardly ever smiled. Every movement of his face released a bad temper. But he wasn't the only one there. She spied from the little hole on the door, panting and sweating profusely. She covered her mouth with her little hand, holding the tears back. She had seen the second person in the room. It was a woman, she was bruised all over, it was mummy.

Oh! That was a Nightmare. But there was no need to be grateful yet as the sound of tears stormed the entire neighbourhood. It was as though that building alone was affected by an earthquake. She ran off to the other room and there was her mama on the floor. It wasn't a dream afterall ! She knelt down next to her wiping the blood stains off her mum's body with the edge of her gown. Observing the steel standing upright on her mum's abdomen. There was an unceasing red flow and by now her gown and both hands were soiled. Run baby, run....just go. You will be fine, and you will survive! Just keep running.. she said repeatedly as the tone of her voice gradually reduced until there was no more sound left. "Run" These were the words she forced out. The last words. A dead silence swallowed the room now as she stood like a defeated soldier. She had been living like a soldier in a cold world, she had to act like one now. She pulled out the knife covered in blood, exiting with rage but a shadow met hers. It wasn't hers, it was bigger than hers. He was by the door all along. It was him, The devil was there all along. Her fingers could not support her anymore. Her bones had grown too weak to hold onto the weapon. Her hand shook tremendously, opening up one finger after another until the knife dropped. He smiled, yes baby...don't do what I din't teach you. Now get back to your room while I handle this Mess! He sparked ! The little girl ran back to her room in full speed, slamming the door. She rolled back up in her bed, hugging her teddy so tight as she wet it with tears. It was twelve years ago.

I have been "running" all my life, from all the shame and disgrace. She truly loved you, she was a keeper, a backbone, she covered all of your mess until she was the mess! You will rot in hell Mr Damian! He stormed a slap on her face, staggering but still supporting the already empty bottle of vodka underneath his armpit. Bringing his face next to hers and releasing yet another smelly, disgusting belch he asked what do you know about love young lady? Tell me what you know about love? Isnt it what we both share? He asked kneeling on the floor and resting on her weak laps as she remained tied down on the chair. Crying and caressing her body. Marry me, I raised you up for me, sent you to the best schools for me! We don't have the same blood flowing through our veins. He laughed hysterically, your mama was a slut! The hatred crept in again, if she had some venom she would have spat it out on him. I need you to satisfy me! I get what I want cause you see, its a man's world! Hahaha! He stormed on her now, possessed by his libido. Kissing and licking her all over like a dog. She cried painfully. 3days Damian!....3days! you starved me, denied me Life and now you wana devour me in these weak bones. By now, the rope on her legs loosened up, but her hands were still tied down. She kicked him so hard on the balls, he lost his balance and fell. Struggling to untie herself with her teeth, she was progressing until he stormed back up itching and feeling remorse like a drug addict. But he was searching for something. Sniffing all the areas of the room. Now what was it? Her heart started beating faster. He wobbled outter the room and flew back in flicking his pocket knife in the air. Was he ready to let her go? It dint seem so much like it after cutting the rope hastily and carelessly pulling her outta the chair. He bundled her on his shoulder and threw her on the floor. It was too late to escape now. He locked her up with his masculine hands, ripping her clothes off. Aggressively, painfuly, Excrutiatingly....he devoured her. He broke into her walls and stole what was rightfully hers. Too weak to fight, she surrendered and layed on the cold floor. That Night, That one night.....But morning came, a new day! a new decision. Everything was planned. He had his own plans and she had hers. The drama of the previous night couldn't stop the event. And so she had to attend the wedding. Her wedding.

Priest: Madam?? Do you?

Layla rose her head up now, responding with a much more confident "I do"
Damian smiled and winked at her. Thats my baby! His lips read. The rest of the procedures went on as they both exchanged rings with the exact words of the priest "What God has joined together, man must not divide"

Priest: I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride!

They kissed so passionately like it was their last. Or just maybe it was gonna be one person's last! she slowly pulled out his pocket knife from lastnight. It had been with her all the while. Tucked right in her palm underneath her glove. She burried her hands on his chest. And the kiss went on, the kiss of death. Good bye "Father", I'd rather marry the devil than marry my own father, she whispered in his ears. No, no....getting weaker now...your not my...but he couldn't finish the words. The devil would be happy to recieve you, she completed. Slowly pulling out, she removed the veil and took to her heels. Remembering her mother's words that night..."Run" you have to keep running, you will be fine!!

"Running is a big question mark that’s there each and every day. It asks you, ‘Are you going to be a wimp or are you going to be strong today?' - Peter Maher

THE END.

noreply@blogger.com (@Nonyewrites) — Fri, 01 Jul 2011 18:37:00 +0000

ROMANCE IT WAS....

нe ѕтood ғroм a corner, adмιrιng нιѕ woмan...
вleѕѕιng god ғor gιvιng нιм a gιrl lιĸe paυla
a wιnĸ and a ѕмιle eмвraced eacнoтнer
тнe nιgнт ғelт ѕo cold and yeт ѕo тender
ѕeeιng тнιngѕ вeyond нυмan wonder
мan waѕ мade тo proтecт нιѕ woмan
pleaѕιng нer waѕ a ғorм oғ proтecтιon
wιтнoυт тнe υѕe oғ a real proтecтιon
вoтн нearтѕ woυld ғeel тнe connecтιon
ragιng legѕ and ѕнeeт ιn aggreѕѕιon
wнaт мore coυld вe мore endearιng?
тнan нavιng мy woмan lyιng neхт тo мe
aѕ ι dance тo тнe ryтнм oғ нer нearтвeaт
ѕιde тo ѕιde pυѕнιng υp нer вυттonѕ....
мy heart raced as the groιnѕ grew тнιcĸ
нol' υp ι needa go geт мy cнιcĸ!

"Paula sat up in bed checking out her gifts. It was the night of her birthday. Eveyone had left happily drunk. The house was now empty with just her and her sweetheart. Why you standing over there baby, come over here...she said, patting the bed and grinning hard. Your so amazing! I cant thank you enough, tonight wouldnt have been this perfect without you. Thanks for the car, gifts, serenades, everything! He leaned on the wall and smiled, shoving his hands in his pocket...No, thanks for adding yet another memory to my life. He sat next to her and grabbed her, snogging on the bed and making out. Pausing for a bit, he turned off the switch. You know, I have yet another gift for you.... (What she whispered...)??"

нe ѕlowly υndreѕѕed нιѕ lady...
ѕlιт err lιnen, ѕмoυlderιng every ιncн oғ нer вody
нer тιgнѕ ѕυrged deeper and нe pυѕнed нarder
тнe ѕмell oғ ѕedυcтιon ѕedυcтιvely wandered
doттιng нer вelly wιтн тιny dropѕ oғ cнιllѕ
тongυeѕ ғιlled wιтн venoм releaѕed a ѕeхυal вeaѕт
anoтнer вeaυтιғυl eden, a garden oғ тнeιr own
ѕнe oғғered "ғrυιтѕ" agaιn, ιмpoѕѕιвle тo reғυѕe
тwo rιpe orangeѕ and one ѕweeт cнerry
ιn reтυrn нe oғғered a lιттle candle
тo lιgнт υp нer ѕoυl and мaĸe нer ѕpιrιт мerry
тwo ѕoυlѕ ιn love ѕeттιng oυт on a мιѕѕιon
тwo dιғғerenт worldѕ ιn ιтѕ nυdeѕт collιѕιon
нe тooĸ a ѕυcĸ ғroм one oғ нιѕ orange
тoo ιrreѕιѕтιвle нe вιт тнe ѕтeм ѕo нard
нιѕ lady, oн! нιѕ lady gave a loυd cry
proтecтιng нιѕ pιllar wιтн deѕperaтe legѕ
нe ѕιezed вoтн orangeѕ and ѕυcĸed ιт all υp
eaтιng υp нer cнerry, ѕweeт and ғreѕнly plυcĸed
a нυngry ĸιd, a нυngry ĸιd нe waѕ....
нe naιled нιѕ нandѕ on нerѕ ιn ѕweeт agony
pυlling ғorтн нιѕ candle тo warм υp нιѕ lady
ιт ѕeт нer ѕoυl on ғιre, тrιggered a lυѕт ғor deѕιre
a geм yeт тo dιѕcover, тнe joυrney waѕnт over
нe нad мore worĸ тo do, dιg υp нer earтн crυѕт
wιтн eacн cry, нe deepened down нιѕ тнrυѕт
мan waѕ cυrѕed тo тoιl, тo ѕweaт ғor errтнιng
and oғcoυrѕe нe тoιled, relenтleѕѕly dιggιng
нιѕ lady waѕ нιѕ coмpanιon, ѕearcнιng ғor нer canyon
тнe ѕpoт oғ ѕweeт noтнιngѕ тнaт ғloodѕ a large ѕтreaм
нιѕ candle ĸepт вυrnιng, ғlaмeѕ oғ eмoтιonѕ powered
oн! oн!! ѕнe ѕcreaмed, donт yoυ dare reтιre
тнe nιgнт waѕ ѕeт aвlaze, тwo ѕoυlѕ loѕт ιn deѕιre
ѕcreaмιng ғor a reѕcυe ғroм тнιѕ мorтal ғleѕн
тнe clocĸ ĸepт тιcĸιng, alaѕ! a ѕтreaм ғlooded!
нιѕ candle waхed a ғoυnтaιn, ѕнe gυѕнed an ocean creѕт
мan waѕ мade ғroм dυѕт, oυт oғ dυѕт нe caмe'
wнaт gιғт oғ God тo мan...
тнaт a мan ѕнoυld υnѕнelтer нιѕ woмan....
an acт тo reѕpecт, apprecιaтe and never aвυѕe....
ѕнe ѕмacĸed нer lιpѕ and gave an orgaѕмιc cry
υr daмn good вaвy! υr ѕo daмn good!!

panting hard and gasping for breathe, he pulled her close to him reaching for the covers. This! he replied whispering back in her ear. She smiled under his arm and nudged her eyelids.
"Romance, a long night of romance it was"....
He pecked her on the forehead,
I love you paula!
Happy birthday.

noreply@blogger.com (@Nonyewrites) — Sat, 29 Jan 2011 19:13:00 +0000

Ok! It’s a Saturday and am home thinking of what to lay my hands on! I pick my laptop and start surfing :p Then I come across a picture that translates alotta meaning in my head. It depicts freedom, Absolute possession of One’s spirit. The T.v is still on with my ghost friends watching it (Lol) and am sipping On a glass of Orange Juice! My New found Love J

The picture is still in my head and I relate it to Events that have Occured in my life lately. Theres Just One word Lurking about my head right Now. It’s as simple as its pronounced but very rare to give out. It heals, brings back tranquillity and a perfect state of mind. It’s like putting an end to a Jail sentence! You must already know what that word is.....

Before I get to that I wana Thank y’all for the beautiful remarks I got from the last post “The Escape”. Y’all are Just wonderful. Thanks for taking the time to read and passing on the link. *Thumbs up*: D

So Mind on matter, the Word is FORGIVENESS....

I love to give life to paintings, pictures and stuff in my head. Right now, I feel like this is Me enjoying some kinda Absolute “Freedom”. I thought to myself: Forgiveness is Freedom.

Most people find it hard to forgive depending on the gravity of the hurt. I wouldn’t say am an exception cos we’re all humans. It’s really hard but easy to forgive. Like the brightness of lightening after thunder comes peace after forgiveness!

She scrolled down that Inbox filled with deceit

Lies she believed, distrust she began to conceive

He Listened to that voicemail, the voice was that of a male

Talking about love and sex and all there was to say

She had alotta friends but no One cared to ask why she sulked

He washed that dish and scrubbed that floor

For a cold night of no comfort

Her boss gave her a Quit

That was an outright Injustice

Still the globe Never stops spinning

The sun Never stops shinning

We never stop sinning

And God Never stops Forgiving...

noreply@blogger.com (@Nonyewrites) — Sat, 29 Jan 2011 18:55:00 +0000

The Green Glass Bottle.....

She sat alone in the cold walls of the kitchen

Overtaken by her emotions her heart was bleeding

Her tears dried up, her eyes releasing some more

Life was unfair, I promise to be good she swore

If you forgive me this once and take me back home

She saw the heavens and God sitting on his throne

Then she saw the hellion, dressed in fineness on a radar

He showed her the way, the path to end the bullshit

It was Unique, simple and it had a brave credit

To get up that chair and take that bold step

I’ll make it simpler, he promised with a smirk

I’ll show you the way right inside the white shelf

It was easy to spot; it stood with grace on the wall

She stood up and now her two feet were on the floor

The voice led on but now there were two

One was louder, the other was milder

One was familiar, the Other was subtle

She wasn’t alone now, she had companions

Strange voices babbling, she was so delirious

Her feet moved faster and now she was in control

The handle was cold, colder than her thoughts were

She pulled the shelf Open and there it lay

"THE GREEN GLASS BOTTLE"

The toxic Jar, filled with venom

It had green content and smelled of silicon

Maliciously bottled and kept out of reach

It saved plants but viciously ate up a human organ

That is the way, screamed Out the hellion

A glass cup appeared on the corner,

She grabbed it and slowly filled it with the green content

Supposed to signify life but it was covered in darkness

She reached back her seat hoping to bury her conscience

And take this drink that quietly waited in cold silence

It was a table of four, she was so sure

But three seats were definitely occupied

Her companions were back

One by her right, the other by her left

Similar to the last supper, she had a traitor and a friend

The hellion said: drink up and have some glory to your name

There’s a better home lying right inside your palm

The friend said in a quiet but disappointed tone

Foolish it be that I breathe you life that’s not your own

With all my Love and purpose for you

And all the mercy I’ve bestowed on you

You return all that to me and head for doom

The hellion said drink, the friend said Dont!

Drink! Dont!! Drink! Dont!!! Drink! Dont!!!!

She got up in a rage, flung the door wide Open she screamed Damn You!!

Virtuously throwing the glass cup away

It swung miserably in the air with a victorious stare in her eyes

**Clashh** came the sound of it as its broken pieces crashed on the wall

The hellion disappeared on his defeat, it was a fall

The Angels rejoiced! They had saved another soul

And God smiled on his throne, Wipe your tears my beloved!

I’ll never forsake you. You definitely have my reward....

“I will not leave you comfortless: I will come to you.” – John 14:18

noreply@blogger.com (@Nonyewrites) — Sat, 29 Jan 2011 18:39:00 +0000

RANDOM THOUGHTS......

She was a young girl with her heart in her toys

A train tunnel, a teddy and such was her Joy

There was no need to worry, mama told all the story

Of how she prayed to God to save the life of her teddy

And how she treasured it and knew when it was hungry

As funny as it seemed there was an Irony

Little as she was she had so much wisdom

Little was her heart but it had so much freedom

She knew that someday there was gonna be a way

Yeah there was gonna be a way

She was a young girl with the heart of a lion

She had a big heart but she won’t let her feet be tramped on

She had her dreams in her head always ready to deliver

And when you deny her of her right, she would never surrender

She spilled her milk, tore her shirt and broke a bone

Left home with two pair of stockings, whistled back with one

Mama smiled and told on the story

She got herself into so much trouble but she was never sorry

Because she knew there was gonna be a way

Yeah there was gonna be a way

She was a young girl with a timid heart

She glowed within the walls of her heart like a tinsel

She was her own bestfriend, what she felt only her could tell

Hardly outspoken but fiercly driven with passion

She smiled and screamed aloud when given some attention

too proud to surrender, that was her truest confession

She had so Much flaws but she knew she was on a Mission

And when she kneels to pray she forgets all the words to say

All she remembers is Thank You lord for the day

Because she knew there was gonna be a way

Yeah there was gonna be a way.

noreply@blogger.com (@Nonyewrites) — Sun, 23 Jan 2011 07:11:00 +0000

THE ESCAPE

Its exactly 04:26 am in the morning and am in bed, eyes closed in an entirely different planet. Its windy outside but pretty warm under my fluffy blanket. My legs stretched a little harder and my toenails cracked. Slowly my left eye twitched embracing my lower eyelid. Same as my right eye!

I was checking out the time, anticipating his arrival. He promised he wouldn’t be late but i had waited too long to wear a smile. I walked to and fro the living room constantly looking through my window. There was no sign, not even a glimpse. I saw many faces. Young and old, fair and dark but none looked him. I went back to the spot i was sitting all evening and sank in harder on the couch! I was pissed. Why would he keep me waiting this long when he knew we had a date? Is he on some kinda game again? Or is he trying to get me for standing him up the other day? I reached out for the hand rest of the couch and placed my head on it. Still not comfortable, I placed my feet fully on it and dozed off a little. Nah I dint doze off, I literally slept!

The door cracked open. He was back! I knew it but i dint wana make a move yet. I felt his shadow above me and as usual, he kissed me. He knows my weakness and he knows just how to use it. I opened my eyes, indifferent but biting his lips. I pulled out slowly and sat upright. Why did you keep me waiting this long baby? I wasn’t gona forget to ask, that kiss wasn’t gona bribe me! Shhh came the answer....he kissed me again! But dear, u said you were gona....shhh came the answer again and this time his Index finger pressed hard on his lips, then he placed it against mine! Gosh! He knew how to make me surrender! He smiled and I shook my head and released a smile, working my fingers down my hair. He shoved his keys on the table and pulled off his shoes. I unfastened his tie and gazed at his face giving him a hard nod on his forehead! I loved to do that to him and he would grab my waist and give me a tight cuddle. He hugged me tight till I playfully wriggled myself outta his arms reminding him of Our plan! The BEACH!

Yeah, the reason why i’d been waiting all evening for him to get back. We spent the whole night talking about how we would steal the nextday alone to ourselves at the beach! Away from the world! I was pretty much excited at the idea and so was he. The week had been so busy and we needed that alone time. I swiftly made my way to the kitchen to fix him something to eat while he carelessly flung his socks on the corner of the floor going about his usual house activity, Nintendo!

His neighbour checked in earlier to see if he was still coming over for some party. It popped in my head and I called on him to ask. Honey? Honey? Honey! He was engrossed! I starred at him from the door and for 20 secs he dint know i was starring. I walked down memory lane and remembered how lost he was in his game when we first met. I came with a friend, who knew a friend that knew him. It was his birthday and so unusually, he was rather on his Nintendo while we were all making his day. I remember I used to wonder how weird he could be. He was always absent minded but smart, a little weird but sweet, too playful but serious. He always had a good replacement for all his bad habits. I fell for him somewhere inbetween. While having these thoughts, finally he looks up at me and bashfully smiled. I served us some egg sandwiches. He loved that on most afternoons and since I was spending the week with him before the second semester of school resumes, I took my time to Observe his likes and dislikes. We hurriedly ate that and once we got done, we headed off !

The road was free, as it was a weekend. The beach was barely 30mins away. He loved to turn his music loud and speed on a max! I couldn't complain as I was loving every moment with him. We laughed and chewed on candy balls. I'd pour alot in my hand and let him have from my palm. We stole kisses while he drove and cussed cars that sped faster than us. We had an amazing ride and I was adding these memories to the multitude i already had in my head :)

Eventually we got there. The beach was so peaceful and serene. Just what we needed! The sun had already disappeared over the edge of the horizon leaving shades of gold in the sky. There was alot of people at the beach, happy kids and animals. palm trees sweetly curved out for a nice shade. It was an amazing atmosphere. We chilled on a quiet corner and and munched on sticks of candy floss and drinks. We made out severally laughed and talked about our future together. We both layed down on the light brown sand in silence. My heart pounding in anxiety. He stretched out his hands and pulled me close to him...swinging my hair back and forth. I felt his heart beat against mine, they were playing the same rhythm, we both could understand. I was expecting a surprise but I wasn't sure what it was. There was a reason for the delay back at the house. A reason why he had no excuse for his lateness! I overheard him ask his friend sometime that week if "it was the right time" and lastly I saw that small red box wrapped with a silk ribbon in his pocket! How can he possibly be smarter than a lady?? we find things out!! I thought with a quirky smile, still lying on his hairy chest. Would you give me my ring already?! My witty voice from within screamed with Joy. Right now I was too sure what to expect. I was happy!

Finally he sits up and I fill my hands with sand. Moulding it to distract myself. Was it time to turn over, i thought! yes? No? grrhh! He crawls over on me, kneeling above me with my legs in between his. "Will you....." (Yes! yess! yesss!...) I answered in my head before he finished. I had to act all surprised like Omg yesss I will baby! He placed the ring on my finger (and my toenails cracked again....legs stretching further) We were both happy and had a make out session that lasted for 15mins on a max. Then we got up and pursued ourselves round and round the beach like two playful kids. Of course we were! We ran to the water and he dived in happily screaming out to everyone about how today's his happiest day! He called out on me to come join him, but I was scared of water! He loved it.

I came closer and he pulled me into the water, holding me tight while the waves of the beach celebrated with us by fiercly swinging itself at us back and forth, splashing hard on our skins! Friends around taking pictures and cheering at us. The whole attention seemed to be on us now and it was amazing. We were definately doing something right. I tought! The waves were coming harder this time but nobody noticed it. All too distracted with our view. Until he slipped. His hands were no longer wrapped round my waist. The sand below my feet swept off quickly by the rush of the water and before I knew it I was On the floor covered in water. I struggled to get a grip on the sand but it slipped off my fingers and I only kept digging my fingers deep! I coughed out hard but the water rushed at me again. Wheres everyone?? My subconscious thought! I struggled out further. I was on dry sand now. Weak! It was all dark. No one was around. Wheres he?? sadness rushed down my heart! Dont leave me. Please dont :( Come back! please baby come back! :( :( Echoes of my voice pounded in my head. My toenails cracked again! and I was struggling with my two feet on my bed. I opened my eyes wide. It was a DREAM.

I sat up and sobbed. It was a tragic event in my life. How could I easily erase that memory? Loosing a loved one to the sea... It keeps coming back, over and over again..both in dreams and in my thoughts. I wiped the tears and went back to sleep.....

(2b contd...)

**This Is just an imaginative story** I'm Not the character in the story and i haven't lost anyone (Thanks2God) to the sea but I just felt like putting myself in the story because am touched when I hear stories of people loosing their loved ones at the beach especially. The trauma they go through, sleepless nights, torture and sometimes taking their own lives cos they cant forgive themselves for watching it happen! My bestfriend told me of some one who lost his brother at the beach and that moment I was gona blog about it. If y'all know anyone who anyone in this situation. Help them out of it. It really countss...**

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noreply@blogger.com (@Nonyewrites) — Mon, 10 Jan 2011 14:22:00 +0000

He was well built, tall dark handsome
Lips luscious, eyelash fullsome
Nose lined out like a bridge,
shoulders broad outta his sleeves
He had a perculiar smell
One that I couldnt really tell
It was a mixture of sweet and sour
like an Incense in the air it soared
He had a big jacket, I observed further
His hood stood gracious, blingers dropped flawless
I bent my head low, I spotted his shoe lace
they swung merrily above the ground
knotted carefully, just why I took a bow
Yours sincerely, this is holiday
It was windy, my thoughts swayed
I lost the signal, what brought me here?
Warmness wrapped my jaw bare
paranoia round my eyes, my legs shuddered
Air closing up, my throat gulping hard
His fingers still crawling round my chin
Music long forgotten in my ears now spinning
I felt a million eyes slyly starring
I was shy, yeah I was hiding that smile
He wrapped his fingers further round my jaw
with his strong hands, he rose my face right up
I blankly starred in his eyes, It seemed like a deja vu
I was lost in his eyes from the start, lets cut the ado
but he had changed alot, my speculations paused
He bent his neck and whispered something
It had eight letters and two words
The only option he carelessly skipped out
Months of exit that should have been burned out
His face now against mine, he braced my lips
My eyes closed up, the world went dead silent
I blinked hard and there was my teacher
starring Mad at me! DANG!!

What the hell has he been saying?? You can bet I had not the slightest idea..

noreply@blogger.com (@Nonyewrites) — Mon, 06 Dec 2010 01:41:00 +0000

Heyy Everybody! This is gona be my first blog post! I thought I could share my thoughts with y'all. so yeah! I wana BLOG :D some posts might be funny, witty, Inspirational...or even cheesy! lol I can't promise you anything but I'll try my best give y'all something new to read about :)

So my first topic is gona be, ARE ALL BABIES CUTE?!! for those of you that love babies just like me, your first reaction is probably gona be like "Omg yeah, their so gorgeous"....right! wether you think so or not, all babies are cute...to the sound of letter "T" thats how much i wana prove this point to people (lol).

Have you ever imagined carrying a baby in your arms,...that pure aura of innocence they release. It takes over both you and the baby! You just find yourself feeling so happy, wanting to cuddle up the baby. Ever imagined what goes thru a baby's mind when they randomly smile at you and you just gotta return a smile! Ever watched a baby gently toss and turn on a bed slowly blinking their eyes at you till they fall asleep... Now these little bits of Uniqueness in their behaviours are what Makes all babies CUTE! They all have that sweetness in them...

I hear people say Nasty things about some babies and I see alotta people pull funny faces when they see a baby hardly smiling or worse still hardly crying! Affirmatively, Its wierd...lol. but this is No babies' fault at all! Wether they look horrible, they hardly smile, get scared of strangers, cry endlessly and other annoying things they can aswel do! This is just an early infant development every baby goes thru. Some are faster than others depending on the kind of attachment formed between the mother and child. I recall once carrying an aunt's baby (girl). She would cry down the ceiling just by merely playing with her fingers and start looking round the place for her mum. It was too annoying that no one loved carrying her. I was determined to successfully cut off that stranger anxiety the baby had.. Moments later, her mum left for for a second and i immediately carried the baby from the couch and left for an alone place to know what the baby's reaction would be! And like you can imagine, she screamed down skies on my head! God must have literally heard that cry! I started thinking of possible ways to impress this sweet little thing! from tossing her up in the air and dingling toys in her face, she kept crying! tried putting her dummy in her mouth, she threw it away and kept crying still! I made sweet, scary, ugly, funny faces all at her....still, she couldnt be Impressed! I wondered wth was wrong with this kid :| so i stopped trying. I had to believe there's a limit to crying. Eventually she must stop!

....And It worked! A dead silence swept across the room and for a second i thought the baby had fainted from crying..lol. I stared at her and she was still sane...tears drying up. It was too funny i made a big grin at the baby and for the first time she smiled. woo! she looked cute. That fearful, stranger-unfriendly, never-smiling baby smiled at me. aww she wasnt such a "rock" afterall. I concluded, wether a baby looks ugly, annoying, and what Not.. "All babies are Cute"!!! There must be a part of that baby that remains cute, and thats just whats Unique about them. Only a Mother can feel that happiness more. If you take your time to get used to a baby, the baby will get used to you too ! With that being said, smile at a baby today. Trust me, your helping that baby grow by just smiling :) :)