Odd Fate #1

Mary saw the storm across the horizon, through the glass wall of the seaside eatery, a few kilometres away. It was coming slowly and looked like a normal storm, nothing to be afraid of. She ignored it and focused on the menu before her. Her father sat across the table, a little busy with the waiter. Her eyes twinkled when he smiled at her. She had missed him a lot.

He had spent half his life sailing on the sea as a captain, with little to no time for her and her mom. ‘That’s the nature of my job.’ he once told her when she asked why he was not always there, ‘I have to keep it that way to give you both a good life.’

That evening, she waited for him at the landing and dragged.

‘My graduation is in three weeks papa and I want you to be there.’ there was an edge in her tone. She knew what he was going to say. He was not giving his word because his schedules were usually tight beyond his control. His spoke-spoken nature disarmed her. Tears had clouded her eyes when a woman screamed.

“Look!” Everyone’s head turned in her direction and their eyes followed her index finger to behold what she saw. All stood in awe of the awesome yet terrifying sight. Everyone rushed to the door. The chefs with their ladles and knives and the waiters with their trays, everyone wanted to have a better view of it. Everyone’s bulging eyes almost popped out of their sockets as the horror advanced and enlarged.

It was an enormous white windstorm just like clouds pushed around by some massive force. The spinning wind darted in all directions as if searching for something important.

The more it revealed itself, the more terror gripped everyone. Like the titan, its power and strength were terrific. Before everyone’s glare, it went in the direction of a car, a jeep wrangler parked in its unsteady path and lifted it, carried it high in the air, extending to reach wherever it wanted and then brought it down furiously to crash. The owner ran towards it menacingly but people stopped him.

As it made for the eatery as if intentionally, everyone made for a fast escape. The eyewitness reporters, who aimed at getting every detail of the incident, ran.

When escape became impossible for some people, they were swept off their feet into the middle of the spinning storm. Mary was one of the dozens first captured and she felt its virtual walls rub against her helpless body causing vibration in her flesh as they began to ascend.

Fiez

If You Are Like Me, You Must Write Daily To Keep Writing

Hello my WP friend. How are you doing? I hope you are safe and happy. It has been wonderful having you around to read my posts and like and comment to cheer me on. I’m grateful for the time you spend each day on my blog. I am thankful for every second, minute, hour, day, week, year, years tof this blogging experience with you to support and make me feel good about myself and my writing. Thank You.❤


During this past year of blogging, I learned something about myself and my writing. I found out that writing daily keeps my writing inspiration alive. This means that I must write and post daily to keep writing. Any day I failed to put something down on my blank sheet, it would take weeks or even months for me to write ( post again). This is a simple truth.

To explain this further, assuming I’m so busy in a day with other things that I couldn’t find time to write, it would take long for me to write again.

This explains the long pause on my blog sometimes. Long pause means I fail to write a post in a day and eventually exhaust my scheduled post and left with nothing but a blocked head or writer’s block.

Writing daily prevents writer’s block for me and not writing everyday nourishes, i sit to write, nothing comes to mind. I search for topics and read other posts, nothing. The word flow is gone. Nothing to do.

In May, I started a personal writing challenge on my blog to write haiku daily for thirty days, I couldn’t complete the challenge🙈 even though I forced myself to complete it. I was doing well until I missed on day and the rest were history. I was able to complete 15 days without a stop though.

Making daily post is hard with so many commitments. However, I need to force writing into my daily to do list. I usually write better in the early hours of the morning when the mind is well rested and ready.

I encourage you to write everyday.

Fiez

Fix My Eyes

The world around felt cold and lonely as the wave rolled up, crashed against the shore and swept grit off his feet. His shirt and shorts flapped in all directions while he stood akimbo and stared at the horizon and did not care if the wave washed him into the deep. 

He blamed the beach and women in his mind for what happened between him and his fiancée, now his ex- It’s hard to think she had gone by his weakness. 

Two weeks ago, their shadows had grown to their actual length under the golden sun as their feet burrowed the loose sand along the coast, lost in each other’s company, fascinated by the romantic beach; the sand was clean and near golden, and the cool breeze made the leaves of the many coconut trees in its vicinity flutter to his pleasure. Voices sounded like symphonies, and lovely women were everywhere.  

He had cringed when her arms clasped his body In a possessive way, forcing him to suck in his stomach so she could wrap them around his rotund trunk, and lock him in with her index fingers. 

He knew why she did that, she needed to save him from a head-turner, who walked as if she drifted towards them. She was more than pretty. 

Even though he sensed his fiancée’s countenance screaming; ‘He is my man, so, back off!’ he went ahead and said,

‘I think I have seen that girl somewhere. Can’t remember where.’ Her eyes had gone up to the sky as if she did not hear him.

   ‘Can you see that?’ she  pointed at the sky like a little girl, ‘The sky is as blue as the ocean!’  That sounded like fascinating scenery, but he was already a mess – hooked by the sight of the young lady before them.

 His eyes had followed her as she passed them and even though she did not return his smile, she did well to hypnotise him. That’s why he got carried away by her silk hair, which danced mirthfully in the ocean breeze, and every other thing, including her ankle-length silk skirt. 

His fiancée might have caught the sight of his drool, for she pulled off her engagement ring without a buzz. The gorgeous ring hit the back of his head, bounced off and hit the sand beside a boy who admired his sandcastle. 

His belly had heaved as he jerked back to sensibility. But when he turned, he saw her prancing away like a bruised snake. 

   ‘What a volatile emotion this girl has! ’ he whispered to the ocean when he managed to come out of his head. ‘She pulled a diamond ring off her finger as if it’s made of cheap wood,’ he glided his head from side to side and strode to the raffia beach stretcher and as usual waited for a miracle even though she made it clear to him that she had moved on, with a serious man.

He had always thought that the charm of a man was tied to his riches. In other words, a rich man was always got what he wanted with his money. If this was true, why then was he still single? ‘Why did she leave me?’ He repeated the question to the hearing of his driver. His driver looked over his shoulder and did not try to answer. He too did not know. 

At  2: 55 am, he rolled from one side of his luxury bed to another and smothered the pillow pinned down on his chest with his fleshy arms, the thought of how to start afresh hunt for a young lady to make his wife was about to kill him. When he knelt and asked God to help him, he also promised to close his eyes against pretty women if he would ever look beyond his shortcomings and get him married.

 Afterwards, he lay awake and wondered if he could fulfil his promise to God. But a tiny voice crept into his mind and he heard what it said vividly, You know your problem. You know what the solution is.

That’s right. If he could only go blind–.

‘Fix my eyes,’ he whispered.


Maimed

Fiez

Lambs In Crisis

Shepherds relish the feed

of the lambs in crisis,

and mull over their struggles

to find a clogged path to right.

The aimless chariots mock

their bruised feet

cast on immense trail

of wandering.

What a marvellous design,

to gobble their starved

intellects in the end,

and sending more suffering

from trained arrows,

which happens to know,

how susceptible these lambs are.

One day,

when the lambs will find the light

Through the clogged path to right

The shepherds will be left behind

And everything will be fine again

Fiez

Inspired Sunday – But For Grace

We tend to forget or ignore the power of grace in our lives and that it is only by grace that we are what we are.

Grace is everything, without it, life will be like chewing the rocks from within an inferno – unbearable. Everything we pass through, the difficulties, the losses and the pains we feel can wreck us, but grace lessens their effects on us. We pass through these difficult situations and come out stronger.

Grace picks us up from bed every morning, brings us sunshine and warmth and keeps us joyful. It takes us into the world and keeps us safe. So, we go out and we come back safe by grace. 

Grace feeds us, clothes us and shelters us. 

We look beautiful and pleasing all by it.

It takes us to a greater height and keeps us there where no one can bring us down.

When someone hurts you too badly, grace keeps us from hurting them back. Humans are prone to retaliation/revenge but by grace we forgive, we let go. 

We understand what is hard for others to understand and do what is hard for others to do.

Without grace we are nothing.

This grace does not come from anywhere. This grace flows from God’s love for us and like his love, it is eternal. 

So when we find yourselves struggling in life, when we are at the edge of giving up, when we think we are at a dead-end and there is no way out, we must remember that grace can see us through and that God gives this grace abundantly to anyone who asks him for it.

Happy Sunday to you.💖

Have a lovely week.😊

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